1. |
Patterns
02:47
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I lied to the skies on the way down
I lied to myself and you
I fell to the floor and
I slipped through the cracks of the boards
to a basement view…
How’m I gonna paint a rainbow now? and
How’m I gonna build that mansion house? and
How’m I gonna write with fingers this thin?
How’m I gonna live in an empty skin?
“Me, oh my!
The same bowtie
I’ve seen that suit
too many times…”
Back at Versailles
gonna cleanse our eyes
Back at Versailles
we laze
Out on the chaise
gonna spend our days
drink lemonade
We laze…
… gonna laze all day…
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2. |
Human Bird
02:40
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I like the way you think
I like the way you speak
I like the way you feel
And in the morning light
I like it that we fight
I like the whole deal
I like the way you laugh
I like the way you catch
ideas as they fall
And in the morning sun
when all the laughing’s done
I like it that you run
The human bird
Takes all the colour from the sky
And drags it down
Leaves nothing left for you and I
The breeze is in the leaves
The leaves are on the trees
The trees are on their knees
The cattle in the field
are lowing as they yield
the things they wish to shield
The human bird
takes all the colour from the sky
and drags it down
leaves nothing left for you and I
The human bird
stamps all the sound into the ground
and rubs it out
leaves nothing left to shout about
… All across the sky
we’re going to write
all the reasons why
the outlook’s bright....
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3. |
Cascade
02:28
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A cascade of - a cascade of blows…
Raining down on my head, raining softly
Do not tread lightly, do not tread lightly
I want to feel the things you are feeling
I would blank out
every time
that you explain
things I know
(Save your lines for later…)
Sometimes the thoughts in your head
don’t make words
Sometimes the words in your mouth
aren’t your own
A tragedy, a tragedy of errors
Raining down on your parade
Raining softly…
Turn out the lights, turn down the sound,
lock all the doors, lock all the doors…
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4. |
Lizard
02:51
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I watch you catch a fly
faster than light
I watch you catch a fly
I watch you blink an eye
larger than life
I watch you blink an eye
And the stars
high in the sky
Keep the world
on its toes
And the moon
bright as you are
Heal the tides
I watch you reel them in
with your laughing
I watch you break a grin
And in the pause, applause
echoes way off
the storm a desert caused
And the stars
high in the sky
Keep the world
on its toes
And the moon
bright as you are
Heal the tides
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5. |
Bite My Tongue
02:16
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I tried hard to bite my tongue
but the words kept tumbling out
I tried hard to roll back the punch
But the punches kept rolling
Uh uh oh
Don’t let it show
Let yourself go…
Don’t let it…
You flood the airwaves with trash
un-cycle the recycling just
to make-yourself-rate-yourself less
Cancel out all hope of chance
Uh uh oh
When will you know…
Don’t let it show
Don’t let it…
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6. |
Lie on the Ground
02:33
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Lie on the ground, lie on the ground
Lie on the ground, long as you like
Makes no difference if you stay down
Lie on the ground, have a good rest
And the world keeps turning anyway
Makes no difference if you go or stay
Rain will come and wash it all away
In the morning things will be ok
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7. |
Other Side
02:57
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My whole life
I’m searching for a sign
but no sign will come to me
Books and prayers
won’t get me down the stairs
But the other side’s tempting
When will you show your face?
Jump off that cloud of grace?
My best friend
Made contact with his friend
But the dead won’t talk to us
Ouija glass
exploded in a farce
But it won’t explode for us
When will you show remorse?
Jump off that sky-high horse?
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8. |
Time
02:47
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Why do your skinny little legs
get longer every single day?
Why do your chubby little arms
look less like a baby’s every single day I check?
And now your lovely little cot
I tucked you into every night
won’t even fit your little toys
Kids, it’s a chore that
time here it just won’t stand still
I used to dream of little feet
running through rapeseed by the creek
two faces smiling up at me
But I never knew you
Never knew you’d come alive
And now your lovely little cot
I tucked you into every night
won’t even fit your little toys
Kids, it’s a chore that
time here it just won’t stand still
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9. |
Don't Cry For Me
02:38
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Down by the sea, it’s good to breathe
Watching the waves break over
It should be me comforting her
Wrapping a blanket round her
Don’t cry for me
Take back your pity
Don’t sigh at me
Take it back…
These little hands stroking my face
Forge an iron will back in shape
Casting off shame now with a shrug
Brush away tears you’ll not see
Don’t cry for me
Take back your pity
Don’t sigh at me
Don’t cry…
(These little arms too small to form
into a hug manage to
form all the love that I could want
forge an iron will back in shape)
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10. |
So Long, Euphoria!
02:45
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Don’t whinge, don’t whine
just sign on the dotted line
Don’t scream, don’t shout
there’s nothing here to fuss about
And it’s plain to see
you were never much good for me
and in time perhaps
we’ll look fondly on the collapse
Ten plus ten
You’ve been adding things wrong again
Spot the mistake
Everything here’s a certain fake
But it’s plain to see
it was simply not meant to be
and in time perhaps
we’ll look fondly on the collapse
So long, Euphoria!
Not going to miss ya
There’s a place
called home
It’s a place you don’t often go
Though the house is free
there’s not room enough here for three
And it’s plain to see
This place was never meant for me
And in time perhaps
we’ll look fondly on the collapse
So long, Euphoria!
Not going to miss ya
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11. |
On the Radio
03:40
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And the weather’s fine
outside
And the weather’s fine
on the radio
And the sun is kind
outside
And the shade is cruel
on the radio
We can see ourselves
take shape
We can see ourselves
in the surface of the pool
And the water’s warped
our edge
And a pattern breaks
on the surface of the pool
As the compass moves
one swoop
How much we loved
To feel that neat
But the insects still
make pests
The insects still
make pests of themselves
And the red ants won’t
survive
The red ants won’t
survive all this
But the sun is kind
outside
And it all makes sense
on the surface of the pool…
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THE PLAN Southend On Sea, UK
THE PLAN exists inbetween scenes playing a heady brew of post-punk dashed with folk/prog/indie/alt-rock/pop and anything
else we like that day.
Members' musical-cvs include Wetdog, Private Trousers, Vic Godard and The Subway Sect, The Ghosts and The Hillmisters.
We are:
James Chapman
drums
Leigh Curtis
guitar
Rebecca Gillieron
vox/guitar
Hayley Hatton
vox/keys
Rob Scillitoe
bass
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