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things that stop you dreaming
i've got no money in my hands or my coat or my pocket ,
wont get to space cos i haven't got a rocket ,
but i've air in my lungs ,
eyes in my sockets,
and a heart that beats ,
like a tap that leaks ,
in the night when you haven't got a plumber who can stop it ,
jack in a box without a key to lock it ,
well this boat may sink but i'm not gonna rock it ,
cos the sea doesn't know my name ,
yeah the boat may sink but i'm not gonna rock it ,
cos the sea doesn't know my name ,
well if you can't get what you love ,
you learn to love the things you've got ,
if you can't be what you want ,
you learn to be the things you're not ,
if you can't get what you need ,
you learn to need the things that stop you dreaming ,
all the things that stop you dreaming ,
well i've got no ones word and no bodies promise ,
not a lot to show but this book full of sonnets ,
and my liver may be fucked but my heart is honest ,
and my word is true ,
like the sky is blue ,
in the summer time when everybody gets on it ,
warm our skins and get sunburnt from it ,
and our eyes shine bright like a sky full of comets that shoot like silver trains ,
yeah our eyes shine bright like a sky full of comets that shoot like silver trains ,
well if you can't get what you love ,
you learn to love the things you've got ,
if you can't be what you want ,
you learn to be the things you're not ,
if you can't get what you need ,
you learn to need the things that stop you dreaming ,
all the things that stop you dreaming ,
well if you can't get what you love ,
you learn to love the things you've got ,
if you can't be what you want ,
you learn to be the things you're not ,
if you can't get what you need ,
you learn to need the things that stop you dreaming ,
all the things that stop you dreaming ,
all the things that stop you dreaming ,
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2. |
Let Her Go
04:12
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let her go
well you only need the light when its burning low ,
only miss the sun when it starts to snow ,
only know you love her when you let her go ,
only know you've been high when you're feeling low ,
only hate the road when you're missing home ,
only know you love her when you let her go ,
and you let her go ,
staring at the bottom of your glass ,
hoping one day you'll make a dream last ,
but dreams come slow and they go so fast ,
you see her when you close your eyes ,
maybe one day you'll understand why ,
everything you touch surely dies ,
but you only need the light when its burning low ,
only miss the sun when it starts to snow ,
only know you love her when you let her go ,
only know you've been high when you're feeling low ,
only hate the road when you're missing home ,
only know you love her when you let her go ,
staring at the ceiling in the dark ,
same old empty feeling in your heart ,
cos love comes slow and it goes so fast ,
well you see her when you fall asleep ,
but never to touch and never to keep ,
cos you loved her too much and you dived too deep ,
well you only need the light when its burning low ,
only miss the sun when it starts to snow ,
only know you love her when you let her go ,
only know you've been high when you're feeling low ,
only hate the road when you're missing home ,
only know you love her when you let her go ,
and you let her go ,
and you let her go ,
well you let her go ,
cos you only need the light when its burning low ,
only miss the sun when it starts to snow ,
only know you love her when you let her go ,
only know you've been high when you're feeling low ,
only hate the road when you're missing home ,
only know you love her when you let her go ,
cos you only need the light when its burning low ,
only miss the sun when it starts to snow ,
only know you love her when you let her go ,
only know you've been high when you're feeling low ,
only hate the road when you're missing home ,
only know you love her when you let her go ,
and you let her go
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3. |
Staring At The Stars
03:24
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staring at the stars
tobacco stains our yellow teeth ,
and all our fingers and underneath ,
our fingernails that clasp on sheets ,
a we try desperately to sleep ,
hearts are sad and eyes are tired ,
and all this red bull keeps us wired ,
it gives us wings ,
it gives us rings around our eyes ,
we put three sugars in our tea,
sit to watch day time t.v ,
and laugh at mums who don't know who the father is ,
and all our girlfriends are long gone ,
we watch too much internet porn ,
who needs love when you've got silicone and strap ons ,
and beer bloats our spoilt guts ,
and shit jobs keep us in ruts ,
and keep us eyeing up the what's and if's and buts and maybe's and,
falling over in the street ,
is just a part of every week,
and we lie drunkenly just staring at the stars ,
remember when they were in reach ,
and all the teachers used to teach ,
you can do anything if you put your mind to it ,
we put our minds to it all ,
but disappointment crashed the ball ,
we could've done anything ,
we just never quite knew it ,
so tie your scarf on tight ,
its to be a cold night ,
tie your scarf on tight ,
its to be a cold night ,
tie your scarf on tight ,
its to be a cold night ,
tie your scarf on tight ,
its to be a cold night ,
oh oh so tie your scarf on tight ,
its to be a cold night ,
tie your scarf on tight ,
its to be a cold night ,
tie your scarf on tight ,
its to be a cold night ,
tie your scarf on tight ,
its to be a cold night ,
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4. |
All The Little Lights
03:55
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all the little lights
one went out at a bus stop in edinburgh ,
one went out in an english park ,
one went out in a nightclub when i was fifteen ,
little lights in my heart ,
one went out when i lied to my mother ,
said the cigarettes she found were not mine ,
one went out within me ,
now i smoke like a chimney ,
its getting dark in this heart of mine ,
its getting dark in this heart of mine ,
we're born with millions of little lights shining in the dark ,
and they show us the way ,
one lights up ,
every time you feel love in your heart ,
one dies when it moves away ,
one went out in the backstreets of manchester ,
one went out in an airport in spain ,
one went out i've no doubt when i grew up and moved out ,
of the place where the boy used to play ,
one went out when uncle ben got his tumour ,
we used to fish and i fish no more ,
though he will not return ,
i know one still burns ,
on a fishing boat off the new jersey shore ,
on a fishing boat off the new jersey shore ,
we're born with millions of little lights shining in the dark ,
and they show us the way ,
one lights up ,
every time we feel love in our hearts,
one dies when it moves away ,
we're born with millions of little lights shiny in our hearts ,
and they die along the way ,
till we're old and we're cold ,
and lying in the dark ,
cos they'll all burn out one day ,
they'll all burn out one day ,
they'll all burn out one day ,
they'll all burn out one day ,
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5. |
The Wrong Direction
03:41
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the wrong direction
when i was a kid the things i did were hidden under the grid ,
young and naive i never believed that love could be so well hid ,
with regret i'm willing to bet and say the older you get ,
it gets harder to forgive and harder to forget ,
it gets under your shirt like a dagger at work ,
the first cut is the deepest but the rest still flipping hurt ,
you build your heart of plastic ,
get synical and sarcastic ,
and end up in the corner on you're own ,
cos i'd love to feel love but i can't stand the rejection ,
i hide behind my jokes as a form of protection ,
i thought i was close but under further inspection ,
it seems i've been running in the wrong direction oh no ,
so what's the point in getting your hopes up ,
when all you're ever getting is choked up ,
when you're coked up ,
and can't remember the reason why you broke up ,
you call her in the morning ,
when you're coming down and falling like an old man on the side of the road ,
cos when you're apart you don't want to mingle ,
when you're together you want to be single ,
ever the chase to taste the kiss of bliss ,
that made your heart tingle ,
how much greener the grass is ,
with those rose tinted glasses ,
but the butterflies they flutter by and leave us on our arses ,
cos i'd love to feel love but i can't stand the rejection ,
i hide behind my jokes as a form of protection ,
i thought i was close but under further inspection ,
it seems i've been running in the wrong direction ,
there's fish in the sea for me to make a selection ,
i'd jump in if it wasn't for my ear infection ,
cos all i want to do is try to make a connection ,
it seems i've been running in the wrong direction oh ,
oh i'd love to feel love but i can't stand the rejection ,
i hide behind my jokes as a form of protection ,
i thought i was close but under further inspection ,
it seems i've been running in the wrong direction ,
i'd love to feel love but i can't stand the rejection ,
i hide behind my jokes as a form of protection ,
i thought i was close but under further inspection ,
it seems i've been running in the wrong direction ohh ,
it seems like i'm running in the wrong direction ohh ,
seems like i'm running in the wrong direction ohh ,
well it seems i've been running in the wrong direction oh no,
seems i've been running in the wrong direction,
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6. |
Circles
03:12
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Keep On Walking
04:08
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keep on walking
Well last night I couldn't sleep,
I got up and started walking,
down to the end of my street,
and on into town.
Well I had no one to meet,
and I had no taste for talking,
seems I'm talking my whole life,
it's time I listen now.
Well I walk passed the late night boys,
with their bottles in the doorways.
And I walk passed the business men,
sleeping like babies in their cars.
And I thought to myself oh son,
you may be lost in more ways than one,
But I've a feeling that it's more fun ,
than knowing exactly where you are.
Like a stone,
carried on the river.
Like a boat,
sailing on the sea.
Well I'll keep on walking,
oh I'll keep on walking.
Til I find that old love or that old love comes to find me.
Well I walked into the morning and felt the warm sunlight forming on my shoulders,
Cos it hit me with no warning like a summer sky storming in my lungs,
Aint it funny how the kids walk by they'll do anything to make themselves look older,
While the women spend their money on anything that makes them look young.
Like a stone,
carried on the river.
Like a boat,
sailing on the sea.
Oh I'll keep on walking,
well I'll keep on walking.
Til I find that old love or that old love comes to find me.
Well I'm a stone,
and I'm carried on the river.
Like a boat,
sailing on the sea.
Oh well I'll keep on walking,
well I said I'll keep on walking.
Til I find that old love or that old love comes to find me.
Til I find that old love or that old love comes to find me.
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8. |
Patient Love
03:10
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patient love
got a pinch of tobacco in my pocket,
I'm not gonna roll it no I'm not gonna smoke it,
til we're staring at the stars and the rockets,
twinkling in the silvery night.
Two sips of whiskey in the flask but I'm not gonna drink them,
I swear I'll make it last,
til we're drinking out of the same glass again.
and though the sand may be washed by the sea,
and the old will be lost in the new,
well four will not wait for three,
for three never waited for two,
and though you will not wait for me,
I'll wait for you,
Got a polaroid picture in my wallet,
I'm not going to tear it no I'm not gonna spoil it,
It's an unspoken heartbreak,
a heartbroken handshake i'll take with me where I go.
And three words on the tip of my tongue,
not to be spoken nor sung,
or whispered to anyone,
til I scream them at the top of my lungs again.
and though the sand may be washed by the sea,
and the old will be lost in the new,
well four will not wait for three,
for three never waited for two,
and though you will not wait for me,
I'll wait for you.
I'll wait for you.
and I'll wait for you.
Got a pinch of tobacco in my pocket,
I'm not gonna roll it no I'm not gonna smoke it,
til we're staring at the stars and the rockets,
twinkling in the silvery night.
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9. |
Life's For The Living
04:33
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life's for the living
Well grey clouds wrapped round the town like elastic.
Cars stood like toys made of Taiwanese plastic.
The boy laughed at the spastic dancing around in the rain.
While laundrettes cleaned clothes, high heals rub toes.
Puddles splashed huddles of bus stop crows,
dressed in their suits and their boots well they all look the same.
I took myself down to the cafe to find all the boys lost in books and crackling vinyl ,
and carved out a poem above the urinal that read ,
Don't you cry for the lost,
smile for the living,
get what you need and give what you're given,
life's for the living so live it,
or you're better off dead.
While the evening pulled the moon out of it's packet.
Stars shone like buttons on an old man's jacket.
We needed a nail but we tacked it 'til it fell of the wall.
While pigeon's pecked trains, sparks flew like planes,
the rain showed the rainbows and the oil stains,
and we all had new iPhones but no one had no one to call.
And I stumbled down to the stomach of the town,
where the widow takes memories to slowly drown,
with a hand to the sky and a mist in her eye she said -
Don't you cry for the lost,
smile for the living,
get what you need and give what you're given,
life's for the living so live it,
or you're better off dead.
Well I'm sick of this town, this blind man's forage,
They take your deams down and stick them in storage.
You can have them back son when you've paid off your mortgage and loans.
Oh hell with this place, I'll go it my own way,
I'll stick out my thumb and I trudge down the highway.
Someday someone must be going my way home.
Til then I'll make my bed from a disused car.
With a mattress of leaves and a blanket of stars.
And I'll stitch the words into my heart with a needle and thread -
Don't you cry for the lost,
smile for the living,
get what you need and give what you're given,
you know life's for the living so live it,
or you're better off dead.
Don't you cry for the lost,
smile for the living,
get what you need and give what you're given,
life's for the living so live it,
or you're better off dead.
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10. |
Holes
03:33
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holes
I know a man with nothing in his hands, nothing but a rolling stone.
He told me about when his house burnt down, he lost everything he owned.
He lay asleep for six whole weeks, they were gonna his mother to choose.
When he woke up with nothing he said I'll tell you something,
When you've got nothing, you've got nothing to lose.
Now I've got a whole in my pocket, a hole in my shirt, a whole lot of trouble, he said.
But now the money is gone, life carries on and I miss it like a hole in the head.
I know a woman with kids around her ankles and a baby on her lap.
She said one day her husband when to get a paper and the mother fucker never came back.
Mortgage to pay and four kids to raise, keeping the wolf from the door.
She said the wolf's just a puppy and the door's double locked so why you gotta worry me for.
Now he left a in hole in my heart a hole in a promise a hole on the side of my bed.
Oh now that he's gone well life carries and I miss him like a hole in the head.
Well sometimes you can't change and you can't choose.
And sometimes it seems you gain less than you lose.
Now we've got holes in our hearts, yeah we've got holes in our lives.
Well we've got holes, we've got holes but we carry on.
Well we've got holes in our hearts, yeah we've got holes in our lives.
Well we've got holes, we've got holes but we carry on.
Said we've got holes in our hearts, yeah we've got holes in our lives.
Well we've got holes, we've got holes but we carry on.
Said we've got holes in our hearts, we've got holes in our lives.
we've got holes, we've got holes but we carry on.
Said we've got holes in our hearts, we've got holes in our lives.
we've got holes, we've got holes but we carry on.
Said we've got holes in our hearts, yeah we've got holes in our lives.
Well we've got holes, we've got holes but we carry on.
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11. |
Feather On The Clyde
05:02
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feather on the clyde
Well there's a river that runs through Glasgow.
And makes her but it breaks her and takes her into the parts.
And her current just like my blood flows.
Down from the hills, round aching bones to my restless heart.
Well i would swim but the river is so wide.
And I'm scared I won't make it to the other side.
Well God knows I've failed but He knows that I've tried.
I long for something that's safe and warm.
But all I have is all that is gone.
I'm as helpless and as hopeless as a feather on the Clyde.
Well on one side all the lights glow.
And the folks know and the kids go where the music and the drinking starts.
On the other side where no cars go.
Up to the hills that stand alone like my restless heart.
Well i would swim but the river is so wide.
And I'm scared I won't make it to the other side.
Well God knows I've failed but He knows that I've tried.
I long for something that's safe and warm.
But all I have is all that is gone.
I'm as helpless and as hopeless as a feather on the Clyde.
Well the sun sets late in Glasgow.
And the daylight and the city part.
And I think of you in Glasgow.
Cos you're all that's safe, you're all that's warm in my restless heart.
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i hate
well i hate racist blokes ,
telling tasteless jokes ,
and explaining where people belong ,
i hate ignorant folks ,
that pay money to see gigs ,
and talk through every fucking song ,
i hate people in night clubs snorting coke ,
and explaining where you're going wrong ,
well if you agree ,
come hating with me ,
and feel free to sing along ,
and it goes la la la la la ,
la la la la,
la la la la ,
la la la la ,
la la la la ,
la la la la ,
la la la la ,
and i hate pointless status ,
updates on Facebook ,
fyi we were never m8s ,
we pretend to be friends on the internet when ,
in real life we've nothing to say ,
to each other oh brother ,
i've love for my mother ,
for good times ,
for music and my mates ,
yeah i laugh and i live,
and i have love to give ,
but sometimes all you can do is hate ,
and it goes la la la la la ,
la la la la,
la la la la ,
la la la la ,
la la la la ,
la la la la ,
la la la la ,
well i hate those fussy eaters ,
you cook them fajitas ,
they only eat pizza and chips ,
i hate stepping outside for a smoke and some guy ,
coughs like your lungs are his ,
and i hate queing up for festival toilets ,
especially when you need a shit ,
and i hate the x factor,
for murdering music ,
you bunch of money grabbing pricks ,
and it goes la la la la la ,
la la la la,
la la la la ,
la la la la ,
la la la la ,
la la la la ,
la la la la ,
and i hate those magazines ,
aimed at insecure teens ,
that make ten year olds race to grow up ,
hey kids lets all be anorexic or better ,
eat chocolate until you throw up ,
keep your hollywood stars ,
and their stupid cars ,
and the botox that makes them look fucked ,
just grow old with grace ,
have you seen cher's face ,
it looks like its been hit by a truck ,
and it goes la la la la la ,
la la la la,
la la la la ,
la la la la ,
la la la la ,
la la la la ,
la la la la ,
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13. |
Let Her Go (Acoustic)
04:26
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Circles (Acoustic)
03:07
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Patient Love (Acoustic)
03:19
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Passenger Brighton, UK
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