1. |
Competition Time
01:55
|
|||
|
Take away my liberty
Ease into nothing, ease into nothing
Yeah
Take away my privacy
Ease into nothing, ease into nothing
Yeah
Take away my pride and pain
Leave me with a little shame
Hold onto your pinch of grain
In competition time
Pushed aside and left to rot
Ease into nothing, ease into nothing
Yeah
The prize is greater at the top
Ease into nothing, ease into nothing
Yeah
|
||||
2. |
Bright Spark
01:39
|
|||
|
Killing time for someone else
Hoping they will see
All my effort's not in vain
It's meant to ne a token of esteem
Listening to the idle chat
Of people who should know
Better than to become trapped
Inside a system where you can't say no
Speaking out in benefit
Of being heard by one
A little spark inside your brain
Could be turned into fire and then some
|
||||
3. |
Marking Time
01:54
|
|||
|
My hair is badly needing washed you know
I'm like a devil on a cross to go
And there is someone over there you know
He'll show you how to have a pleasant time
And overcome
You won the line, you own the gun
Your face contorts
It almost speaks
You're there I know
You're out of reach
And marking time
We will go down into the sea you know
And come up smelling even cleaner though
The tide will wash away your worried brow
And you can think again
That someone close is always here
To help you brush away the tears
The way you say that you need more
I try to give
So don't ignore me
Marking time
Getting used to the routine
And all the familiarity
It doesn't have to be so staid
All of our dues have not been paid
We're marking time
|
||||
4. |
Heaven On Earth
03:18
|
|||
|
It seems that people are invariably happy
Stuck with their lot and know their station in life
As long as everybody knows their own limits
It's heaven on earth, depends on the price you pay
Heaven on earth if some people get their way
You're very comfortable in your own surroundings
This is my house and I have paid for the walls
You're oh so smug with your new middle class grounding
It's heaven on earth, depends on the price you pay
Heaven on earth if some people get their way
Do you have to grab for every inch of the land to be happy?
You satisfy your killer instinct and greed to be happy
Trapped in a snug abode, is this what you worked for?
A car as well? Well, aren't you doing just fine
These are the things that you still worry about nights
It's heaven on earth, depends on the price you pay
Heaven on earth if some people get their way
|
||||
5. |
Right
01:30
|
|||
|
Right
Angles, right turns and right mess
A new party and a new dress
More sharp shocks, it's all for the best
Keep
Right on to the end of the road
Dashed to the side if you're slow
The right way's the wrong way to go
|
||||
6. |
No Ball Games
03:05
|
|||
|
No ball games - the notice went up
I played in your courtyard at keepy-up
I hope it's a temporary measure
Do what you want, it's your patch of land
Don't ruin my pitch, I'll get out of hand
It's come down to this finally, has it?
The ball's in your copurt, kindly pass it
Do what you want, say what you will
You can't keep me back from you
No ball games - your company's getting much worser
All your no ball games - your company's falling to pieces
With your no ball games - your company's getting much worser
Now you're no ball games
Ball and chains are wrapped all around me
The story went round, it's easy to see
Why you got this bad reputation
For fouling up this situation
Ban me from playing ever again
All that I ask is, can't we be friends
I'll try not to be so demanding
I'll try not to ruin your standing
|
||||
7. |
Ammunition Waltz
03:05
|
|||
|
Pick me up, I'm dying
For an ammunition waltz
Pick me up, I'm crying out
For bullets for a cause
Seek me out, I'm trying
To be heard above the row
Someone out there's dying
For a piece of land to plough
Keep the red flag flying
Keep the white flag for the schmaltz
Under fire for trying
For the ammunition waltz
Send you down for ever
For the sins that you have thought
All the oh-so clever
Are eventually caught
We were only talking
|
||||
8. |
A Good Thing
01:07
|
|||
|
Go ahead and take everything that it takes
Do, do, do, do, do
Love is but a good thing
Go ahead and break everything, there's no brakes
Do, do, do, do, do
Love is but a good thing
I gave up trying to understand
Just what you look for inside a man
For you
Do, do, do, do, do
Love is but a good thing
|
||||
9. |
Moles
02:28
|
|||
|
There's always someone trying to lay down the law
I wish I knew what all the scheming was for
Don't bother rushing to the January sales, there's always more
So don't pretend that everything is rosy
We all know the bottom line is
Trying to keep you happy
There's always cover-up jobs going around
Sometimes I think we should be underground
But there are lots of moles down there
So just stay here with me
Another spy was caught in England today
Everyone knew exactly what he would say
We knew he got his funds from C.I.A. America
|
||||
10. |
Capital
02:05
|
|||
|
How do you like living in the secret world?
How do you like being kept in the cold?
How do you like being told what to do?
You voted for this, no-one voted for you
Keeping in touch with the moron mass
Going back to the Charles Dickens past
Children with soot in their face and blood
Crawling from sewers to live in mud
The protestant ethic is still intact
The more you save, the more you get fat
The less you drink, eat and read and love
The more you treasure your capital
Here we are with no more goods to buy
Here we are with no more tears to cry
Over in Russia - hey, what's it like?
Do you get to say just what you like?
Do you get force fed shit like us?
We get to shout and scream and fuss - wow!
|
||||
11. |
Clueless
03:02
|
|||
|
As the country watches strikers fighting for their freedom
All they get is spat on in the press
The watchful eye of Mrs Media and obliging policemen
Assuring us they didn't start this mess
To apathetic millions it's another boring re-run
Who needs real life, you've got a VCR
Anaesthetic, photogenic actors having great fun
Spoiled for choice - a holiday or car
Daily Scum says win a million, it's the new sensation
Who needs news when greed is all the rage
Fleet Street editors fight like brats to bribe the population
Money talks and screams from the front page
The airwaves are polluted with fun-loving night club zeroes
Intelligence won't get you on the air
Here's the latest shampoo smash from this year's haircut heroes
Who don't even pretend they ever cared
After swallowing the snippets of national information
Sacked Jack, fight back, don't crack any heads
Is it any wonder that the clueless of the nation
Retire empty-headed to their beds
|
||||
12. |
Smiling Casualty
03:09
|
|||
|
Someone out there who hasn't a care
You'll always be happy
A clown or a fool, a teacher at school
You'll always be happy
You'll always have that cushion to fall back on
You can be relied on to be the smiling casualty
Here comes a bulletin you might have seen
Someone is suddenly branded as brave
Lying in a grave
Some body, suddenly
You'll read about the dangers that he never faced
Just blown up in public for being in the wrong place
If there's a cause, if there ever was
Who was the bad writer
Who wrote the book, who laid down the laws
Who was the first fighter
You must have read something that some nobody wrote
Probably to buy the author a new coat
Give me a cynical old fashioned man
Over a smug, smart swine
Who said that innocence comes in a can
I did. And I bought mine
|
||||
13. |
Best Man
02:24
|
|||
|
How do you make the best man give up living alone
How do you make a mess, man, out of living alone
Living alone
How do you make a best man get on his own
How do you make a mess, man, living alone
Living alone
|
||||
Tommy Mackay Edinburgh, UK
Scottish comedy performer and editor of The Daily Reckless - the paper that sings the news.
If you like Tommy Mackay, you may also like:
New on the always-great label Velvet Blue Music is “Slow Parade” from Gileah Taylor, boasting warm songs built on piano and guitar.
go to album
Orchid Underneath
by Jane Paknia
Delightfully unpredictable debut from a New York electronic producer and composer with backgrounds in psychedelic rock, jazz, and indie pop.
go to album
An imaginative and experimentalist yet accessible record of acoustic prog from London-based artist Kiran Leonard.
go to album
Touched by the Stuff
by Motorists
Toronto rivals San Francisco as the North American capital of jangle pop as evidenced by this new record of sunny jams from the Motorists.
go to album
Blissfully narcotic dream-pop inspired by real dreams.
go to album
Brijean are back! Uptempo space disco grooves dusted with soul and R&B on the duo’s latest masterpiece.
go to album
Guitars sparkle like distant constellations on the latest from Scythe, who delivers dazzling space rock on their latest LP.
go to album
