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1. |
Doomed
03:31
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I sit here on the mountain as the water levels rise
Thinking about the good times saying my goodbyes
We all saw this coming - it was right before our eyes
This is the end of the world as we know it and it's no surprise
Amsterdam is sinking and Tokyo's in the sea
New York is just a river and Vietnam's an estuary
And there's only a lagoon where Venice used to be
We're all doomed
(Woah-oh-oh-oh)
The four horsemen are coming and we're marooned
(Woah-oh-oh-oh)
Time to go and colonise the moon
(Woah-oh-oh-oh)
This is the sound of impending doom (Woah-oh-oh-oh)
I sit here in my cabin and I watch the evening news
If you don't have an opinion they got plenty you can use
If you look into the Sun it's not just vision that you'll lose
And freedom of the press is now freedom to abuse
It's the politicians not the people that are supposed to serve
Politicians lack the backbone and people lack the nerve
Maybe it's true that we all get the government we deserve
We're all doomed
(Who-oh-oh-oh-oh)
The four horsemen are coming and we're marooned
(Who-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Time to go and colonise the moon
(Who-oh-oh-oh-oh)
This is the sound of impending doom
(Who-oh-oh-oh-oh)
While in the Middle East all hope has disappeared
The crusades went on for just a little longer than we feared
And now we're just arresting anyone with a beard
We're all doomed
(Who-oh-oh-oh-oh)
The four horsemen are coming and we're marooned
(Who-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Time to go and colonise the moon
(Who-oh-oh-oh-oh)
This is the sound of impending doom
(Who-oh-oh-oh-oh)
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2. |
A Wasted Life
03:19
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Three sheets to the wind in Copenhagen
Beaten to submission in Berlin
Locked up in a cell in Barcelona
Down and out in Paris and Madrid
If I'd only set the bar a little higher
If I'd only kept an eye upon the time
I wouldn't be poking embers round the fire
Of this wasted life of mine
Yeah! Why should I care?
I'm going down the drink I'll see you there
And I wouldn't be pretending I was Hemingway or Reed
If I could write a happy ending to this wasted life I lead
Abandoned to the waves in old Valetta
All washed up in the port of Amsterdam
Taken to the cleaners in Vienna
Thrown in the bullring in Birmingham
If I'd only set the bar a little higher
I'd have a family to feed
Instead I sit here throwing scraps upon the fire
Of this wasted life I lead
Yeah
Why should I care?
I'm going down the drink
I'll see you there
And I wouldn't be pretending I was Hemingway or Reed
If I could write a happy ending to this wasted life I lead
And there were ten green bottles on the wall
And there were twenty green bottles on the wall
And there were thirty green bottles on the wall
And it was only half past four
Yeah! Why should I care?
I'm going down the drink I'll see you there
And I wouldn't be pretending I was Hemingway or Reed
If I could write a happy ending to this wasted life I lead
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3. |
My Westferry Sweetheart
03:23
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It's 4am and I'm somewhere in London
I can't see the pavement for the trees
I'm aiming for somewhere in the middle
Of the gutters and the balconies
Drink is the curse of the worker
And work is the curse of the drunk
I think I'm going to fall by the wayside
But of you that I would never have thunk
I had a sweetheart who lived down on Westferry Road
On the banks of the Victorian Thames
She said take me, I'm fine I've just had a little wine
And you know how the story ends
It's 6am and I'm f****** freezing
Nobody’s coming out to play
It's just me and my random ambitions
And the very cold light of the day
All this brinkmanship and bravado
This diet of whisky and pills
Oh how did we end up in Mudchute?
When we were aiming for the Hollywood Hills
I had a sweetheart who lived down on Westferry Road
On the banks of the Victorian Thames
She said take me, I'm fine I've just had a little wine
And you know how the story ends
Oh my Westferry Sweetheart
Oh my Westferry girl
Oh my Amelia Earhart
Let's take off around the world
Oh my Westferry Sweetheart
Oh my Westferry girl
Oh my Amelia Earhart
Let's take off around the world
I had a sweetheart who lived down on Westferry Road
On the banks of the Victorian Thames
She said take me, I'm fine I've just had a little wine
And you know how the story ends
Oh my Westferry Sweetheart
Oh my Westferry girl
Oh my Westferry Sweetheart
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4. |
Molly
04:18
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Molly my little shipwreck
I was sinking and just like a rat
You abandoned me with a wave to a watery grave
And that was the end of that
Molly my old broken compass
Now I'm lost and I don't know the stars
No more to navigate that old ocean of fate
I'll be in all of the usual bars
And through London's fair city I wander alone
The girls are so pretty but nobody's home
Cause I'm only looking for Mrs Malone
Oh Molly where did you go?
Cause nobody round here seems to know
Molly my foregone conclusion
Maybe we were never written to win
I remember you say way back in the day
That you'd never let anyone in
Molly my greatest adventure
We never made it to old Mexico
In fact we only got as far as that old Cuban bar
That’s just off the Waterloo Road
And through London's fair city I wander alone
The girls are so pretty but nobody's home
Cause I'm only looking for Mrs Malone
Oh Molly where did you go?
Cause nobody round here seems to know
Molly
Where did you go?
I've asked the whole congregation and none of them know
Molly
Where do I start?
I still love you with every string of my heart
Oh Molly my little empire
Now I shall return to the sea
But I won't be sailing like Sir Michael of Palin
Cause no one can save me from me
And through London's fair city I wander alone
The girls are so pretty but nobody's home
Cause I'm only looking for Mrs Malone
Oh Molly where did you go?
Cause nobody round here seems to know
I said nobody round here seems to know
Nobody round here seems to know
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5. |
Punchdrunk Blues
02:59
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It's Friday night in Brixton and we're going to have a ball
You'll be mopping sweat and blood off of your brow
It started in the cloakroom and it'll end up in a brawl
Oh if only my dear mother could see me now
Jonny's brought a flask of bathtub whisky
And I've got a little something more
Number 53 is feeling kinda frisky
And I can’t tell the ceiling from the floor
None of this means anything to me
Will someone hit the lights so I can see
I'll be leaving somehow with a T-shirt and a bruise
And a skinful of the punchdrunk blues
Green was the colour of those beautiful eyes
That stared right back into mine
Red was the colour of her unstoppable hair
We should do this again sometime
I best be off I've got a meeting with a bouncer
He'll sweep me off my feet under the dome
I guess that's what you call a brief encounter
At least I won't miss the last train home
None of this means anything to me woah-oh-oh
Someone hit the lights so I can see woah-oh-oh
I'll be leaving somehow with a T-shirt and a bruise
And a skinful of the punchdrunk blues
Woah oh oh oh oh oh
Woah oh oh oh oh oh
Woah oh oh oh oh oh
Well someone said you should never meet your heroes
But that doesn't apply to me
Cause I've met Joe and Billy and Jimbob and Fruitbat
Down at the academy
None of this means anything to me woah-oh-oh
Someone hit the lights so I can see woah-oh-oh
I'll be leaving somehow with a T-shirt and a bruise
And a skinful of the punchdrunk blues
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6. |
Sally Can't Drink
02:35
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Silly little Sally
Born in the valleys
When her mother and her father had a fling
It was 9 months after a day at the races
When nobody won anything
And she went shilly shally
Dilly dally
Silly little Sally couldn't tell
Where the nice safe street hit the dangerous alley
We all knew it wouldn't end well
And it was Wimbledon blue in the window
And Tottenham white on the floor
And Liverpool red on her pillow
And Sally can't drink anymore
Silly little Sally
Working in a galley
In the rough old arse end of town
But she couldn't pay back all her nosebag money
And she had to disappear underground
And she went shilly shally
Dilly dally
Pretty young Sally had a friend
But he was a robber and a scamp and a scally
And we all knew how it would end
And it was Wimbledon blue in the window
And Tottenham white on the floor
And Liverpool red on her pillow
And Sally can't drink anymore
And Sally couldn't deal with the voices
That kept her awake all night
She couldn't comprehend that not everything is written in Newcastle black and white
And Sally would turn to the bottle
Whenever the clouds came in
She longed for a time when the entire world was covered in Yeovil green
And it was Wimbledon blue in the window
And Tottenham white on the floor
And Liverpool red on her pillow
And Sally can't drink anymore
And it was Wimbledon blue in the window
And Tottenham white on the floor
And Liverpool red on her pillow
And Sally can't drink anymore
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Man The Lifeboats London, UK
Man The Lifeboats play raucous, upbeat folk music, they craft songs with big choruses that tell stories. Songs with straight-
up lyrics, pounding bass lines, lilting mandolin and fiddle melodies and stomping beats,
Man The Lifeboats have cultivated a sound that would not be out of place at a party at the end of the world.
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