1. |
Don't Ever Work
03:09
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What would you be
If you stayed here or walked with me
A snip of clarity
As you look up and move your feet
But it don't don't don't
Don't ever work
Go and cut your hair
Watch all the porn in shop windows
That snip of cold fresh air
Wasn't one off it's always there
But it don't don't don't
Don't ever work
All my blood
Shifting around
Is slowing up
As I hit the ground
Bless this face
It piles on the hope and chance
That the worst of things
Will never last
But it don't don't don't
Don't ever work
No it don't don't don't
Don't ever work
All in a world
You strive for what you've got
Whilst unbeknown
You crave for what you're not
'Cause no matter how hard one tries
The trying man always finds
The simplest things
Go wrong
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2. |
This City Isn't Me
01:56
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I don't know where to stand or where to look
Just a twiddling boney thumbs and reading books
Yes I'm capable
So please fuck off
Voices down the hall
Free bed and board at a cost
And every time I'm on my way
North or South I'm a similar kind of state
It isn't mine
I'll suffocate
Just give it time
I don't know where to stand or where to look
This healthy broth was spoiled by including
One too many cooks
I wish I hadn't made a mess
The last time round was I more than just a guest
Or just a guest
And every time I'm on my way
North or South I'm a similar kind of state
It isn't mine
I'll suffocate
Just give it time
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3. |
Ball and Chain 2
02:01
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Why must I keep on dragging myself down
Committing such debauchery when company's not found
Punishing myself with myself
A nemesis that doesn't suffer from bad health
Willpower lasts for hours not long enough to quit
Is it these poor circumstances or is it just this shit?
Harmless emotions run dry
Destroyed by the notion of having good times
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4. |
Spring to Lake
03:38
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Home
I'm never sure
Of where
It is or what it's for
I'm safe
Like livestock caged within
A smile
To hide a toothless grin
A safe, sanctuary
Escape
Myself and chase the world
Return
With comfort in my step
I know
I'm not alone
And still
It seems somehow I've grown
A safe, sanctuary
If love turns its back
I'll turn no more stones
And deep in the woods and fields I'll go
And call it my home
I'll stand
I'll stand my ground
Preserve
The space that knows no sound
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6. |
My Encounter with a Toad
02:50
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Why did no one see the toad
That hopped across the road
At her funeral
While everyone stood still
Tears filling their eyes
Still no one saw that guy
It would have made them smile
Oh are these signs, only mine
Or something else
Too much to be a joke
An endless hope
So I'll take note
And what of Sunday morn
Where you and I adorned
A brand new way of thought
Something that can't be taught
We walked and smelt the trees
Connectivity
Connectivity
And all the animals fled
And at the same time man-made eggs
Jolted all at once
And pumped out naughts and ones
That just seemed to correspond
With what was going on
With the tidal wave to come
That washed up everyone
That washed up everyone
Oh are these signs, only mine
Or something else
Too much to be a joke
An endless hope
So I'll take note
I'm happy that more see
This connectivity
A global consciousness
It's comforting to know
Like my encounter with the toad
No matter where you go
You're never on your own
You're never on your own
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Sam Moore & The Bad Palace New Zealand
Sam Moore is a fit-no-holes troubadour, tripping through cities and landing in forests. On top of the creative foundations that Sam has wondered up sits the elegantly twisted Bad Palace. With open palms and toothless grins, Sam Moore and the Bad Palace welcome you through shifting rooms and distorted perspectives to find your space and sit for a while. ... more
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