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Battle Scars
04:11
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Everybody is a miracle putting on a brave face,
Carry them with you,
Bring out your dead,
Let everybody see your skeletons,
Wear them with pride,
Your sergeant stripes.
Cover up lines on your tattooed side
Let everybody see your brilliance,
Don't hide it inside,
Don't cocoon life 'cause we're all in the same boat.
Everybody is a miracle putting on a brave face,
Everybody loses love, but doesn't want to lose face,
Everybody sings a song of joyful sorrow,
So as you're packing up your kit bag don't you dare forget your battle scars.
Create and fight.
The night has gone and everybody wants a piece of you,
a piece of the light,
Just let them come.
Embrace the height, find the flow.
Watch everybody try to navigate: acquiesce or fight.
The helm is yours and we're all in the same boat.
Everybody is a miracle putting on a brave face,
Everybody loses love, but doesn't want to lose face,
Everybody sings a song of joyful sorrow,
So as you're packing up your kit bag don't you dare forget your battle scars.
Now tables turned
Turned inside out and roundabout,
Don't hesitate, don't give it a thought.
Remember: this is all, and we're all in the same boat.
Everybody is a miracle putting on a brave face,
Everybody loses love, but doesn't want to lose face,
Everybody sings a song of joyful sorrow,
So as you're packing up your kit bag don't you dare forget your battle scars.
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This Is All
03:04
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Old Man Time, standing by the sea
as he tries to remember all the things he has seen.
Old Man Time, walking by the stream
as he tries to remember all the things he has felt
and what it all means for us now.
So many people wasting time, sitting on side watching
What's it gonna matter when you're gone?
And have you done enough?
Have you really done enough to make the grade?
'cause we're all walking ghosts; reflections of nothing
And this is all we have, so make it...
Counting the ways in which you could have made a difference
is not the way to spend your last afternoon.
Old Man Time, smiles as he watches
the story of humanity unfold again.
So many people wasting time, sitting on side watching
What's it gonna matter when you're gone?
And have you done enough?
Have you really done enough to make a change?
'cause we're all walking ghosts; reflections of nothing
And this is all we have, so make it...
Yours to posses, to enjoy and to share,
and to do the work to walk along your own path.
Old Man Time, walking by the stream
as he helps you remember all the things you have felt
and what it all means for you now.
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What goes in must come out,
Nutriment via the mouth,
Oesophagus from mouth to pit,
Churn it 'round, regurgitate.
Chemical acidic hell,
Upset balance, feel unwell.
Sphincter out into the folds,
Fat man's bile does work untold,
Make it mush, make it green,
Pass through pancreatic stream.
Break nutrition from its cell,
Make it free, make it quell,
The hunger that life has imbued,
For you are nothing but a tube.
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Wet Hair
03:43
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I wish I had a raincoat 'cause I'm getting wet,
And though there's a rainbow there I'm conscious of wet hair.
I wish I had a motor for to take me there,
Through the cloud sun breaks, but I don't want my legs to ache
'cause I've walked long enough today.
Through dark of night unanswerable questions bring it slowly into mind,
I'm spending time ruining sense and carving a line.
Because I warned you.
I wish I had a cigarette's comfort in my hand,
Fire in my throat to fend off fear of being alone.
I've been waiting for a rainy day; well now that rainy day has come,
But what difference does it make when your mate it gone,
and you've got to carry your own weight along?
Through dark of night unanswerable questions bring it slowly into mind,
I'm spending time ruining sense and carving a line.
Because I want you.
You can run and hide or try to see inside,
You can leave it behind, but you know you don't want to
'cause it's your shadow.
I wish I had a raincoat 'cause I'm getting wet
And though there's a rainbow there I'm conscious of wet hair.
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North Sea Swimmer
03:18
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She said, "open the door, darling"
Her feet follow me into the warm light of morning
and into the cold North Sea
We don't care what you look like
and we don't care why you're here
But your mind and your attitude
Your style and your flair
Are written all over you: North Sea swimmer
If you swim for the sunrise
Or take your chance in the rain
They'll never tell you to grown some
'cause in their eyes you're already insane
We don't care what you look like
and we don't care why you're here
But your mind and your attitude
Your style and your flair
Are written all over you: North Sea swimmer
She said, "come back inside, darling"
Here eyes follow me into the warmth of the beach hut
And together there we'll be
You don't care what we look like
And you don't care why we're here
'cause your mind and your attitude
Your style and your flair
Are written all over you: North Sea swimmer
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Remedy, find a cure.
To creativity: elliptic curves and oblique strategies.
I wish that I could find time.
Every day at least eight hours will get in the way
I can't make it into work today,
Make better use of my time.
Watch ideas land
Wish I could hold them in my hands
Dream of drifting sands and hope my hour glass will still be full (at least top heavy).
If I can't have it now I will take you down.
And god help me when I'm done
Paying off the institution
Money monster loco, on the run.
No individual will ever reel it in.
I'm relying on atomic bombs
Or tidal waves when all the ice is gone.
Maybe then I'll pay some interest?
Watch ideas land
Try to hold them in your hands
Dream of drifting sands and hope your hour glass will still be full (at least top heavy).
If I can't have it now I will take you down.
Who made up the rules?
They played you for a fool.
I can't decide what I would rather do...
And besides, anyway,
Sometimes I'd rather have nothing to say
Just keeping it real 'cause it's a beautiful day
And that's better use of my time.
Watch ideas land
Try to hold them in my hands
Dream of drifting sands and hope my hour glass will still be full (at least top heavy).
If I can't have it now I will take you down.
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mark bowler Bedford, UK
Raised in Yorkshire. Matured in London. Moved to Bedford.
"Meticulously structured, poetic songs" - Chilled In A Field
"Witty, heartbreaking songs; beautiful, cleverly constructed music" - Soundcastle
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