1. |
Paperboy
03:00
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Paperboy
Most of the town are still in their beds
The divorcees and the newlyweds
But someone is squinting into the sun
Staring heavenwards
Dirty stop-outs rehearsing their alibis
The righteous rubbing the sleep from their eyes
And if you listen you can hear the sound
Of the early bird
Another day dawns what will it reveal?
Ladies of iron and men of steel
One day you will know just how it feels
To be a paper boy
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2. |
Breakfast of Champions
04:16
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Breakfast of Champions
Like Caradog Lloyd-Evans you performed your ablutions
Drinking a pint of cider, breakfast of champions
Wolfing paracetamol, anticipating pain
We took the bus to London through intermittent rain
We’d signed up for the bike ride when we were drunk
To the smell of bridges burning and the sound of galleys sunk
By the time we got to Iver supplies were running low
Crouching in the toilets with your last can of ‘Bow
Would we have bothered if we’d known what lay ahead?
Stretched out on the pavement I thought that you were dead
The legendary shanter upon an ashen horse
Calling out for Fanta. Our tale has run its course
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3. |
I Remember Your Scars
04:31
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I Remember Your Scars
An impression of park railings a souvenir of pain
Some documentary footage of the street after the rain
Reflecting the brake lights of disappearing cars
Connecting the fake acts in the nightclubs and the bars
Singing ‘Ever Fallen in Love’, two builders with guitars
A hazy recollection but I remember your scars
Here’s the loose change from a spent hurricane
The tail-end of a wet night, the view from down the drain
For the sake of a rhyme I would describe the stars
But besides the drink and laughter the details are sparse
Singing ‘Ever Fallen in Love’, two builders with guitars
A hazy recollection but I remember your scars
The streets were still vibrating after heavy downpours
I can’t even recall your name but I remember your scars
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4. |
Backhand
02:39
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Backhand
Please forgive me but I am in awe
It’s not like anything I ever saw before…
Weightlessly around the courts you ghost
Making making history look like making toast
I’m not religious but it’s heaven-sent
May I pay your backhand this compliment
You were born to astound and confound
Floating a full metre above the ground
Your wrist gyrating
Like a fakir levitating
I’ll spare the pair of us the conceit
That I don’t wish your shoes contained my feet
I’m not religious but it’s heaven-sent
May I pay your backhand this compliment
But all good things have to come to an end
And pretty soon you will have to descend
Swap escutcheon and esteem
For the commentary team
The present by the past outshone
And the future oddly misshapen
Thus talent meagre and extravagant
May I pay your backhand this compliment
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5. |
Ten Years
02:32
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Ten Years
When I first saw you it was on the movie set
Though that was closer than I thought I’d ever get
Your komodo dragon was part-bodyguard, part-pet
Ten years after writing this we finally met
During the shooting I could hardly get my breath
A remake of ‘The Seventh Seal’ with you playing Death
I just stood there fumbling with my puncture repair kit
Ten years after writing this we finally met
Amongst your entourage a voice coach and a vet
Not the ideal moment then for my lines to forget
Effortlessly you impaled me on an epithet
Ten years after writing this we finally met
Mathematically speaking you’re only half my age
But do you ever count the numbers when you turn the page?
And anyway who was it who was blushing like a kid?
Ten years after writing this we finally met
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6. |
Bad Karma Caravan
03:08
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Bad Karma Caravan
322b was my number and Rosedale was my name
I was minding my own business the day the stranger came
Looking for the solace I was happy to provide, but
From the fear and doubt inside him he could never hide
Though we spent the week together he would often disappear
Returning late exhausted but knowing I'd be here
Looking for the solace I was happy to provide, but
From the fear and doubt inside him he could never hide
The last time that I saw him he told me had a date
A date with destiny, a rendezvous with fate
The first time that I walked this earth I did so as man
My Karma must have been bad to come back a caravan
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7. |
Celandine
03:34
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Celandine
I’ve been searching for an old friend
Although I promised I’d never do this shit again
What a waste of time. What a charade.
Breaking solemn promises is not so very hard
My pretty Celandine.
I’ve been searching for someone I used to know
But the crowd’s dispersing after the Lord Mayor’s show
I miss the excitement, the thrill I used to get
Knowing you would be there. Tell me it isn’t over yet
My pretty Celandine.
Out on the dance floor, caught by the strobe
Captured forever in your flaxen robe
My pretty Celandine
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8. |
If I Was a Hairdresser
03:14
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If I Was a Hairdresser
If I was a hairdresser I’d have a place of my own
And when my shift was over I’d slowly walk off home
You could be a taxi driver speeding through the city streets
Staring through your windscreen wipers hoping we could meet
If I was a hairdresser I’d take the kids to school
Stretch out on the fire escape when the moon was full
You could be a taxi driver speeding through the city streets
Staring through your windscreen wipers hoping we could meet
Watch the pavement drown
All cross this town
If I was a hairdresser I’d wait until the engine stopped
Listen for the sound of footsteps whilst I tidied up the shop
You could be a taxi driver, you could take a fair
Into the countryside, you could take me there
Watch the pavement drown
All cross this town
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9. |
Luckless
02:56
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Luckless
Luckless white as a chalk horse
Gone astray on the motorway
Beyond the road the stars reflected in the reservoir
That’s what I see
But what kind of monsters do you behold?
I wrap my arms around your bony frame
Can’t keep your mind from wandering
Where have you gone my luckless one?
I’ve got more jam then Hartley’s
You’ve got no jam at all
If like they say your eyes lead to your soul
Then your soul is as black as coal
What kind of monsters do you behold
When you close your eyes and do those monsters
Look like me? Can’t set you free.
Where have you gone my luckless one?
If you’re in hell
Then I’m there as well
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10. |
Capricorn Gowns
03:22
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Capricorn Gowns
The Victorian façade enjoyed views of the promenade
I detected the vague whiff of gin
Drumming on his knee and drinking scalding cups of tea
The tattooed hardman imprisoned within
A pack of dogs who’d had their day slunk forlornly away
In search of fast food that had slowed sufficiently
“So if you want to turn me onto your love…”
Reflected in the gutter flags of lesser nations flutter
Championing mediocrity. For underlying menace
This place is up there with Venice
A latter-day Donald and Julie, we.
A cable car is nesting in an eyrie high above
One row of deckchairs spells out hate, the other spells out love
“So if you want to turn me onto anything you really want to
The turn me onto your love, sweet love.”
I do recall you said one day that we’d be wed
Here in the city of the downtrodden.
We’ll muzzle up the hounds, get your dress from Capricorn Gowns
Unless you prefer something more modern
I’ve long suspected that you’re not a fan of The Hepburns
That’s okay for such occasions there are more suitable turns
“So if you want to turn me onto your love.”
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11. |
Shape Thing
01:57
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Shape Thing
This is your unbecoming
Just like a training shoe
Takes on the shape of a foot
That’s what fear has done to you
(Chorus) And of your suffering
I shudder to think
It’s not just the shape thing
You’re impregnated with its stink
Fear has brought you to your knees
Like a pilgrim devout
It’s hulled you like a strawberry
And hollowed you right out
(Chorus)
After your unbecoming
I wonder who’ll take your place
Will I turn to you one morning
And see your tormentor’s face
Ladies and gentlemen
I give you a toast
To the unwelcome guest
And the reluctant host
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THE HEPBURNS Wales, UK
The Hepburns are a Welsh indie band from Llanelli, South-West Wales. They have recorded thirteen albums, two EPs, one single and three BBC sessions. 'Electric Lliedi Land' was released in September 2020, followed by a cover version of Vic Godard's 'I'll Find Out Over Time'. They also contributed to three Corona Underground Projects. A new album feat. Estella Rosa is due for release in Oct. 2021. ... more
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