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We Used To Go Raving
04:14
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We used to go raving, my brother and I,
Back in the days before we lost each other, in an endless foggy sky,
Back when I didn't run across the street, afraid of ghosts and shadows,
Back when I last saw you ten years ago, in a tent in Ballado,
T in the Park, the Bongo Club, Club 69, they all had their time,
Disco biscuits, bags of wine, the bus journey, all before we severed the faulty line,
Oh, we used to go raving,
Oh, we used to go raving,
QFX in the Carling Academy, eat them up before the bouncer turns you away,
So unreliable is my memory, so is yours, but yours seems to win the day,
Disco Dave, wind-up merchants, more poppers please, and I'm sleeping in someone else's tent,
Sitting here, watching the graphic equaliser, dance, dance, dance, dance,
Oh, we used to go raving,
Oh, we used to go raving,
And I heard the brakes screech, on the bus to Portobello beach,
A text message breach, on that bus to Portobello beach,
Oh, we used to go raving,
Oh, we used to go raving,
Oh, we used to go raving...
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I Sing To You
03:56
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We stand side by side, we face the world with love and hate,
You starry-glazed and steely, fighting away the sadness,
Underneath the covers, putting those down who've bothered, to swat away the flies,
Jealousy and anger, we tolerate the rancour, and open up the blinds,
And I sing to you
And I'm so happy, I'm happy to be sad,
As long as you're still with me, as long as we're both mad,
I sing to you
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Patience
04:51
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This is a protest song, about nothing at all, about nothing at all,
And if you can't hear its meaning straight away, keep listening, it'll come to you,
But it takes patience,
This is a picture, of nothing at all, of nothing at all,
And if you can't see its meaning straight away, keep looking, it'll come to you,
But it takes patience,
This is a poem, about nothing at all, about nothing at all,
And if you can't read its meaning straight away, keep reading, it'll come to you,
But it takes patience.
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Chest Pains Lullaby
02:54
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I worry about getting older, about having some kids and then they take up all my time,
But maybe it would be worse, to not have them and then regret it,
No-one really listens to music anymore, they watch videos on screens, all vacuous shite and then,
Sometimes I laugh as well, and then I think I'm just as bad as them,
Oh, chest pains lullaby; oh, chest pains lullaby; oh, chest pains lullaby,
I stare at the screen and wonder, about what position to take on the issue of the day,
And then I can't dip my toe in, and I don't recognise myself anymore,
Oh, chest pains lullaby; oh, chest pains lullaby; oh, chest pains lullaby.
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Immigrants
03:42
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Once a dunce, a well-oiled machine, take me there, to the promised land,
Of gold plated pensions, the public sector gravy train is to blame,
Along with the immigrants, those benefit tourists, let them drown in the sea,
Take me back to the second world war, buy me things, buy me anything,
As long as it's brand new, wheel the cannons onto the pitch,
And we'll sing old victorious songs, back the union, say no to Europe,
It's what we want, see no evil, as we carve up the NHS,
It's what we need, just swallow my feed,
And the establishment broadcaster spouts the governments deficit goals,
You can take your impartial news, and you can shove it up your arsehole,
It's the immigrants, taking our jobs,
It's the immigrants, stealing our women
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Tired eyes, I'm lying on the couch,
TV on the internet, you look older when you slouch,
Stay awake, time means everything to me,
You've a long time to be afraid, but afraid you'll always be,
Next month, we'll rise together, and we'll go on forever, and we'll go and get high together, and we'll waste away forever,
Tired eyes, I'm staring straight ahead,
I'm fantasising, shaking, as I wring his fucking neck,
The headline on the TV, a curtain call,
Now we're cleaning for the Queen, and fighting for every second ball,
Next month, we'll rise together, and we'll go on forever, and we'll go and get high together, and we'll waste away forever...
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Yet again, I have offended everyone,
The post-mortem's begun, with the rising sun, and I can feel the burn,
The things I said last night return to haunt me, a cringing feeling grows,
This fear is all around me, and I'm alone,
And it's a joy to behold, you made a tit of yourself again,
You thought you were so funny, you drove them round the bend,
Your boring voice they suffered, they listened to it drone,
This fear is all around me, and I'm alone.
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Tour de Flats, Forever
03:36
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I tried to feel down, down, down, but all I could feel was the grass beneath my feet,
And a joint lying on the ground appeared before my eyes, and I decided I may as well take a seat,
To smoke, smoke, smoke, that's what my da' used to say, it stunts the growth and stains a sunbeam on your teeth,
But all I care about's the clock turning five, nothing travelled, nothing gained, I'll stay in Leith,
Tour de flats, forever, tour de flats, forever,
I remember those hazy summer nights, all I wanted to do was run and kick a ball,
Did I ever tell you that, up until the age of seven, I never thought that we would ever die at all,
And no-one said getting older is fun in the sun, I just never thought it would happen to me,
You're the jammy one, the jammy one, young gun, weekend festivals and partying for free,
Tour de flats, forever, tour de flats, forever,
It's worth remembering your mother, it's worth remembering your mother...
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No More (Say Yes)
04:53
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When abuse victims and battered children, see the light and another way,
All too often, they take the wrong option, and they turn back to their cages,
And they laugh down their champagne flutes, tossing theirselves off til their sore,
And I'll take my position and I'll polish your boots, no more,
No more, no more, no more, no more,
No more, no more, no more, no more,
Take me back to that grand old place, a voice called out from the back,
Make them work, stop them taking our jobs, and they turn inwards to attack,
And they laugh down their champagne flutes, tossing theirselves off til their sore,
And I'll take my position and I'll polish your boots, no more,
No more, no more, no more, no more,
Say yes, say yes, say yes, say yes,
And you don't even want me anymore, you only want me on your arm,
Like a trophy wife, your misogynistic eyeing contemptuously at the bar,
Your empire's gone, so now it's left to us, to deal with your condescending tone, well no more, no more,
No more, no more, no more, no more,
Say yes, say yes, say yes, say yes,
And you don't even want me anymore, you only want me on your arm,
Like a trophy wife, your misogynistic eyeing contemptuously at the bar,
Your empire's gone, so now it's left to us, to deal with your condescending tone, well no more, no more,
No more, no more, no more, no more,
Say yes, say yes, say yes, say yes,
No more, no more, no more, no more,
Say yes, say yes, say yes, say yes,
When they ask you, say yes...
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This song cost forty sheets, and as I walked away from the cash machine,
And left that money lying there, I watched your friend's icy stare,
It left me cold, right to the bone, and left me shivering all alone,
And through it all, you laughed and laughed, you didn't see my spiteful wrath,
And when I need someone to hate, I close my eyes and think of you,
And when I need someone to hate, I close my eyes and think of you
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Errant Media Scotland, UK
Releasing beautiful DIY sound since 2015. Home to beatniks Errant Boy, melancholitronic fiends Blue Tiles, dreampop troubadour Stephen McLaren and DIY pop mechanic Locked Hands.
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