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The Concert
04:04
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Oh honey, why you shying away?
No love for what you’re trying to say?
Do you want some?
Do you want some?
Sing this with all the rest as we shout
Same question out of every mouth
Do you want some?
Do you want some?
Do you want some?
Do you want something more?
Please welcome on the new better life
Bleed alcohol and piss dollar signs
Do you want some?
Do you want some?
Gripped tightly in the pull of the crowd
Didn’t like me, well you fucking do now
Do you want some?
Do you want some?
Do you want some?
Do you want something more than sleek songs and sleazy times
Tonight at the concert in disguise
The sound of escape is drowning in lakes
Of faces painted onto lies
A little excess to blur the lines
A little bit less than ever satisfies
And if this is the life, the end of the night
Must be the time everybody dies
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Do you want some?
Do you want some?
Do you want some?
Do you want some?
Do you want some?
Do you want some?
Do you want something more than art boxed and monetised
Where memories rot that once were prized
The concert is gone, the death of a song
‘Til you’re alone in your disguise
And I don’t want to sing your lines
And I don’t want death by endless compromise
‘Cos this dream of obscene, it may be your scene
But it will never be mine
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2. |
Fortune Teller
04:02
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I see the future, see something huge in store
Too bad for you sir, it's me I'm thinking of
Name unfamiliar, won't stay that way for long
You'll hear it out there, dripping from every tongue
And they'll be singing whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh
They'll recognise it, voice on the radio
Whisper excited, that's someone that I know
I'll spend my time with only a privileged few
Fake sympathize with everyday scum like you
And they'll be singing whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh
When I tell 'em to
Whoa-oh-oh
And I'll build myself a life on the back of your love
Made of strangers' adoration and anonymous trust
And then I'll milk it for the money until all of the love
Dries up
And I'll fly around the world enough to poison the skies
Play for lakes of sweaty faces full of glazed over eyes
And every pair of them will see it's good and it's right
It's right
I am the future, got something huge in store
You'll be believers, pray to see me perform
Feast on the fever, then leave you overawed
Plead not to be done, cry out to see one more
And you'll all be singing whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh
When I tell ya to
Whoa-oh-oh
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3. |
Noise Control
02:52
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It’s not midnight yet but I’ll be damned if I will let that stop me
Fuck your art, your fun, your income, one phone call will kill your party
We don’t want you to be hurt
Stolen gear, hope you’re insured, I’m afraid we’re busy, can’t help you
Luckily we found fourteen police tonight to spite this venue
We don’t want you to be hurt
We don’t want you to be
Brushed off and swept away
One more song dead today
But tomorrow it means nothing without you
Washed up at twenty-five
Meant for a better life
But what counts ain’t why you don’t it’s what you do
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Brushed off and swept away
One more song dead today
Brushed off and swept away
One more song dead today
But tomorrow it means nothing without you
Washed up at twenty-five
Meant for a better life
But what counts ain’t why you don’t it’s what you do
It’s three PM, we don’t give a damn, this gallery does not care
How you feel, your art’s not real like ours
Shut the fuck up or get shut down
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4. |
Famous Friend
02:56
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Hey, famous friend
I feel like you lost it there a bit, towards the end
Hey, famous friend
Larger than life until the day you end up dead
I guess those songs about your pain didn’t ring quite so insincere
And the price of all that fame was something money couldn’t cure
Now there’s nothing we can change so I guess we’ll just let you go
And carry on
Hey, famous friend
I feel less entertained now that it’s not pretend
Hey, famous friend
Is this what it takes to get them all to care again?
I guess while we naively idolised the ideas in your head
We didn’t hear between the lines or really try to understand
So we’ll sing along and smile ‘til we find another famous friend
And carry on
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5. |
Impostor Syndrome
04:33
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One more empty evening
One more sign you don't belong
This impostor tricked nobody
With these pretend songs
Unmasked by
A crowd that wouldn't watch you lie
They were right
They knew before you even tried
One more desperate colour added to a saturated scene
One more slipping finger holding on to how things could have been
Woken up to find that it was always just a dream
One more silence screaming
Get out now while you still can
Big potential boy is
Growing into sad old man
Look alive
You've already been left behind
You'll be fine
But to save the man, the boy must die
How did you let it get this way?
Another failure every day
You wanted something more
Than anyone had done before
So what you got in store?
Cos nobody's listening anymore
Not so very wise
And no better than the other guys
Kid it's over, no-one knows ya
Dead impostor, end the concert
Hang up your disguise
One more desperate colour added to a saturated scene
One more slipping finger holding on to how things could have been
One more soul squeezed into background noise
With real life in between
Woken up to find that
It was always just a dream
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6. |
No-one
04:06
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If no one sees a man give up a climb in mid-ascent
Then did he ever really reach the height he's claiming?
Here we go again, another song, a different end
From any height it's still the same view when it's raining
A thousand sorry songs won't stop it all from going wrong
If not a single soul is left to do the hearing
So bleed onto the pages, send them desperately to strangers
To decide if you're pathetic or endearing
Please don't let me down
These words are all I feel
Without them I will drown
Without you I'm not real
Please don't let me down
These words are all I feel
Without them I will drown
Without you I'm not real
If no one's coming round to save the house that's burning down
Then did it matter who was trapped inside the basement?
And upstairs all our idols are left smoldering in piles
Of indifference that swallowed love and hatred
Please don't let me down
These words are all I feel
Without them I will drown
Without you I'm not real
Please don't let me down
These words are all I feel
Without them I will drown
Without you I'm not real
So leave the day undone, dead-eyed with withered tongue and shriveled lungs
And nothing left to say except the feeling
And all there is to keep is failure thirty minutes deep
An echo unobserved that's quietly receding
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7. |
The Concert is Gone
02:33
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Oh honey, are you going away?
No love, and nothing more you can say
No view of anything but the rain
Do you want some anymore?
You sang but no-one took up the shout
No questions did you figure it out, or do you
Just not care what the answer is now
Do you want some anymore?
A little brief moment in the sun
A little bit more than just for fun
But now older and tired and doused of the fire
Do you want some?
Do you want some anymore?
Gripped tightly in the passage of days
Time giveth then it taketh away
Now it’s only being generous with age
I don’t want some anymore
And I’m tired of the new better life
Set fire to the big city lights
Retire and run away in the night
I don’t want some anymore
But I do not leave here satisfied
The end of this song won’t see me glad it died
‘Cos even jaded, fatigued and failing the dream
I still want some
I still want some
I still want some
I still want something more
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8. |
By Ones
05:45
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Giants slash and burn and crash
Until the years with echoes are ringing
The tiny make a flash and
Tomorrow, tomorrow are gone
Sounds we played from yesterday are swept away
‘Cos they’ve lost their meaning
Accept the way, it’s best to say
For progress, for progress, move on
And by ones they go
‘Til they’re gone
We’re alone
Tonight I’m done
End this song
Send me home
It’s another day
So let it go
Everyone’s moving on
What happened to you and me
‘Cos giving in’s a state of mind
Listen it’s a tragedy you can’t deny
Please don’t leave my broken heart alone
Please don’t leave my broken heart alone
And by ones they go
‘Til they’re gone
We’re alone
Tonight I’m done
End this song
Send me home
These years, I tried
Worked with pride
Gave it all to a life that tonight dies
Screamed and cried
Every time
Hear me out, help me out
Let me out, get me out alive
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And by ones they go
‘Til they’re gone
We’re alone
Tonight I’m done
End this song
Send me home
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Ellery Daines Norway
Ellery Daines is a multi-instrumentalist, songwriter, producer and mixing engineer from Nelson, New Zealand, now based in Tromsø, Norway. He makes rock music with overtones of punk, jazz and pop. His influences include The Living End, Shihad, Muse and Queens of the Stone Age. ... more
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