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Back Lanes Beano
03:30
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BACK LANES BEANO:
Back Lanes, I'm in the Back Lanes. I'm in the Back Lanes, for life. Climbing up trees, riding bikes down lanes, With the sun in your eyes, oh those were the days. Careful, watch the nostalgia falling. The good old days brigade are calling. Remember what it was and don’t get, carried away. Back when outside was our Play Station. And balls, mud and sticks were the, tools of the game. With the...... ► Back Lanes - Back Lanes Beano. Back Lanes - Back Lanes Beano. Teach you everything that a young man need know. Straight out the pages of the Back Lanes Beano. ◄ So it was...Eat you heart out Baden-Powell. No scout knot nonsense - no owls. Dig it up, tip it, lay it with a trowel. Life without youth, like a word without a vowel. Careful, watch the nostalgia falling. The good old days brigade are calling. Remember what it was but search for, the good new days. When this world, this world is our station. And our childhood just helped us, along the way. With the ► (Chorus) ◄. When you’re bored of safety rules, saying no na no need .Back Lanes – Beano - Back Lanes aha. ► (Chorus) ◄. Back Lanes, I’m in the Back Lanes, I’m in the Back Lanes for life!
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2. |
'Spent Youth
03:31
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'SPENT YOUTH:
Hand up at the bar, means nectar for my throat. Loud and off my face - as all week I’d hoped. That Rugby proved i'm an unstoppable train. Now-this town's mine for the taking, putting lesser men to shame. Well, the fairer 51’s lucky that I'm no Mary-Anne. The obvious epitomy of Darwinian Man
► Well, the stories of a misspent youth are my only proof.
The glories of the mis-led truth, when nothing's there to lose, let it all loose ◄
Woke up Sunday morning - checked the sat nav. Delete my number from her phone then sneak out the back. Problem is it gets harder the better you get. Once wise to my methods they never forget
► (Chorus) ◄
What, I didn't do, I wouldn't, Say
► (Chorus) ◄
And it's all lost to the night.
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3. |
Shotgun Diplomat
02:24
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SHOTGUN DIPLOMAT:
You’re about as subtle as a gunboat diplomat. Do what you want, cos we can’t say no to that. A boat in our harbour, two in our sea. Control over us, while saying we’re free.
► 1 & a 2 & a 3 & a 3; Shot + Gun Diplomacy ◄
Will we take it for much more, use your aggression, use your force.
You move around the world getting what you require. If it’s not forthcoming you make us the pariah. You say, “See the stick and feel it on your shoulders. Don’t deny us again or the strikes will get bolder.
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4. |
Six Million
03:05
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SIX MILLION:
When you’re stuck in a tailback in the concrete neon gloom. I’m belting down a green lane, glistening in the moon. In the dry you slag the weather, for being damp and wet again. We’re out here in the fields, praying for the rain.
► Here, here, I’m One of Six Million. ◄
Six million stories and six million lives. But that just isn’t enough sometimes.
You want more city buses; seen none round here in years. Pound by pound, day by day: work, wind, mud and steers. The pace of life is slower; but not backward here to me. When sun sets on a clear day there’s nowhere I’d rather be
- ► (Chorus) ◄
We’re the people forgotten by time. Not at the centre, but the end of the line. Did someone say marginalised? Some go to Australia, this time for no crime. Don’t tell me not too. Don’t tell me cos you don’t have a clue.
► (Chorus) ◄
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5. |
'Ti'nt Bad
03:43
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'TI'NT BAD:
Well, it’s 4:59 and it’s dark already. Your mind is dulled and your heart is heavy. The streets are paved with drizzle and the lamp light’s low
This time of year things seem a little slow. It’s 4:59……..
Well, your options of an evening start and end quick. One club, a few pubs make up the whole list. Endeavours travel fast down them one track lanes. Done it once before won’t be doing it again. Doing it again…..
► Cos’ the boys are in the back yard tweaking their Golf’s. The girls are in the front room sipping rum and coke. Getting ready getting steady for the Saturday lights. It’s a rite of passage – do you know your rights. ◄
On a summer night the chavs are heading for the moor. Speakers, drum & bass, warehouse, hardcore. Bombing up in Saxos, back touch the ground. As low as their hats, the wrong way round. They’re drawling from the city named the LDN. But they’re not from round there, they never have been. You get the feeling there’s something wrong. These kids are embarrassed of where they come from. Something’s wrong……
► (Chorus) ◄
From when you’re thirteen, and you’re sitting on a bench. Frosty Jack’s in one hand, feelings to quench. To when you’re 21 and your friends have all gone. Out off to Uni – you’re at home hanging on. To when you’re sixty plus, and still rattling around.The same alehouses with the same old clowns
Faces are different, few situations change. But the status quo seems never re-arranged.
‘Ti’nt Bad, ‘ti’nt good, just misunderstood
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6. |
Outside The Town
02:59
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OUTSIDE THE TOWN:
In the softly soaking sun in between the trees. On a dry bendy round as the afternoon leaves. In the back of a pickup when the grockels have gone. As the Indian summer holds and lingers on. It’s the idyll most see outside urban skies. If only it was always, that nice. There are worse places than working in the fields. But it’s a gamblers life relying on a yield
► Some shadows, some shadows stay with you for life. Those shadows, those shadows don’t go without a fight. ◄
► Shadows in the night. Outside the town there’s not much light. When the moon, is just right, you get shadows in the night ◄
See the young couples who dream to stay. But they can’t afford a house nowadays. A housing estate on the edge of town is the only affordable bolt to hold down. Fretting ‘bout tomorrow walking on the sands. On the beach till the morning in their arms and their hands. They can’t escape this place if they want to or not.But They can’t live here either, that shadow’s never caught.
► (Chorus 1) ◄
► (Chorus 2) ◄ [and vice versa]
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7. |
Middle Of Everywhere
03:49
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MIDDLE OF EVERYWHERE:
As quiet as the night all day long. Only birds, cows, cars, singing their songs. Some might say, it’s the middle of nowhere.
The Eye can see for miles, but getting there’s a pain. A gate on the mind, so open it again. It’s a different, state of mind out there
► Awry - Something’s gone awry. Disenfranchised from the countryside
This ain’t nowhere, not the middle of nowhere. But the middle of everywhere. ◄
There’s a the storm coming, brewing up strong. But it’s not a revolution, that’s long gone. Many have past, flown over this land.
There’s fire in the belly, but ale on the brain. Life in the fields but damp on the grain. It’s something, very few understand
► (Chorus) ◄
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8. |
Wholey Devoted
02:56
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WHOLEY DEVOTED:
His future’s in the hands of a few held tongues. But they’re biting their lips each time they get drunk. Not really, ideal, place to be. Balancing his lusts with a new family. Will the game keep going, rolling on. Or will it grind to a halt – he’s holding on
He’s Rolling, Rolling, Rolling Away. He’s Holding, Holding, Holding his balls from the blade. No matter what happens he will always say…
► I’m ho ho ho ho wholly, devoted, to you ◄
She’s no better, maybe slightly worse. Though each have suspicions they carry on their verse. For every bra on a back seat, there’s boxers by a bed. Tidying up not just possessions but heads. As players keep stumbling the hurdles here along, the real world seems to have packed up and gone.
Row Row Row this boat - down this river but in circles it goes
Never going to catch me; always got to end. A dirty little secret is never your friend.
She’s Rolling, Rolling, Rolling Away. She’s Holding, Holding, Holding her hair from the flames. No matter what happens she will always say…
► (Chorus) ◄
Gone when the morning comes in sight
► (Chorus) ◄
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9. |
Un-Maid Man
02:09
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UN-MAID MAN:
In the verdant green expanses – outside the town. There’s a desert that is growing – because of a drought. Forms a gap in the landscape that is barren and dead. When the good life leaves - only scorpions left. This desert is female – in the winter it thrives. Starts at 19, reins in at 35
► Like a jigsaw with a missing part. Only one sex in the lonely hearts ◄
In the summer there’s a shower, and it flowers for a while. But, come the autumn - the moisture’s been expired. My dad said son, it’s been like this for years. Better look outward; nothing grows round here
► (Chorus) ◄
Searching all round, cos it goes in cycles.
You better never stop you better never stop looking
► (Chorus) ◄
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10. |
G'wain Down 'Ome
02:41
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G'WAIN DOWN 'OME:
I saw him standing next to me many years ago. But he’s not here anymore
Scattered asunder, a whole world to plunder. ‘Omefires can you ignore
Feelings start creeping, mentally eating. Question acceptance of choice
Seems, like I’m screaming, in an ocean deaf to my voice.
I’m g’wain down ‘ome. To my Saltstone.
A precious first son, who shouldered several tonne. As soon as he could he was gone. I followed that road, but couldn’t stand the load. My heart never left where it’s from. No more toe to toe, as life ebbs and flows. Some come, some go, some stay. And some, who never, see that leaving’s the right price to pay. When it comes to decide, dismount or to ride. Back in those halcyon hours. Do you start at the aim and play life’s circle game. Or succumb to down ‘ome’s powers
I’m g’wain down ‘ome. To my Saltstone.
West wind blows long, The Sunset burns strong. When the tides reach, the Saltstone sits beneath. The west wind dies out, sunrise with no doubts. Where the tides meet, Saltstone at my feet.
I saw him standing next to me many years ago - but he’s not here anymore
I saw him standing next to me many years ago - only he know’s why and what for.
I’m g’wain dome ‘ome
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11. |
Newlyweds
03:21
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NEWLYWEDS:
Now it’s easy to dream your life away. When you live where most people holiday. An endless cycle of treading water. Father to son, mother to daughter
I’m hanging here instead. With those newlyweds and those nearly-deads
Even best laid plans escape fruition. A graveyard for your ambition
The grass is green over the hill. Well I’ve been there but I’m here still
I’m hanging here instead. With those newlyweds and those nearly-deads
It’s just me, it’s just me and those newlyweds
I’m living the dream but dreaming the life. It feels alright but am I fine? I’m living the dream but dreaming the life. It feels alright but I’m not fine. I’m living the dream but dreaming the life. I’m out of luck but am I out of time?
It’s just me, it’s just me and those newlyweds…………………
I’m hanging here instead. With those newlyweds and those nearly-deads
Me and those newlyweds.
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12. |
Get It Out Your System
04:11
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GET IT OUT YOUR SYSTEM:
Out in the wind of a faraway hamlet. A life story’s entering its middling gambit. Right from the first the boy was condemned. Not so much grown up, but youth brought to an end. At an early age, an early stage, given hard facts. That certain sort of telling off that leaves its own tracks. For weeks, months and years the world was out of his reach. Stuck behind the electric fence, like a bullet in the breach.
► Get It Out Your System ◄
So when freedom offered him the tiny tunnel out.He wriggled through backwards, didn’t hang about. Now he’s got the chance to leave his past in the fridge. Cooling down behind him as he slowly shuts the lid. So far out the traps he can no longer quit. Get it out your system bey and get damn used to it. Had a few troubles with his new way of motion. He made a good acquaintance of that Western Apple Potion.
► Get It Out Your System, now, now, now, now
Get It Out Your System. Now, now now, now, a little bit crazy now ◄
There was a time at which it could have unfurled. He did some things he shouldn’t have done with some less than limit girls. But now it’s settling back to how it should be. Halfway down the new road, through the gears happily. Got a job, got a place, still waiting on a maid. Has good friends around him, oh how life has changed. Friday nights are not dreaded but embraced. Rock’n’Roll and a few beers, he’s happy with his fate. Hazy now, dazy now, all getting crazy now. We all get through some way or somehow
The Hands, Quo, and Lakeman, are how he gets down. And gets it out his system outside of the town.
Now, now now, now, a little bit crazy now
► (Choruses 1 & 2) ◄
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