1. |
Man Of Means
03:46
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I'm not a man of means, I'm just the man who means the best for you
I'm not a man of words, the few I have will always be the truth
I'm not a man of mighty actions, just a man who acts the fool
I'm not a fighting kind of person, but I'll always fight for you
And I'm a man who's quick to anger, and a man who's fast to judge
And a man who's quick to hang an awful lot of hope on love
I'm pretty sluggish on the up-take, not too fast to cotton on
I like to pretend that my heart-ache is the reason for my songs
But I'm trying hard to make you see
That I'd fall apart if you leave me
I know I'm not exactly perfect, but I'll always do my best
To make you see that this is worth it, and you're not settling for less
No I'll never have much money, just enough to get us by
And I know poverty's not funny, but I just can't do nine to five
But I'm trying hard to make you see
That I'd fall apart if you leave me
I know I didn't need to tell you about the kind of man I am
And I didn't to sell you promises of future plans
For some crazy kind of reason you tell me that you're in love
And I'm a man you can believe in, and that will always be enough
But I'm trying hard to make you see
That I'd fall apart if you leave me
If you leave me
So don't leave me
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2. |
SN1
03:19
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I've always kind of liked it here, but never known why
I'll try to figure it out by the end of my life
I think I've grown accustomed to it's looks and to it's ways
And I'm pretty convinced it's where I'll spend the rest of my days
I know it's got it's problems and I know it's got it's dives
But it's the people make a place and it's the people I like
I've seen a lot of towns and I've had a lot of fun
But I've only really ever truly lived in one
Familiarity's never bred contempt
I've never really figured out what they meant
No matter where I travel and no matter where I roam
It's the sunny hills of Wiltshire that I'll always call home
From the winding lanes of Pewsey to the Marlborough downs
The guns on Salisbury Plain to the industrial towns
I've played all over this land in the bars and in the streets
And it's my favourite place to place, because of the people I meet
From the gentry in the manor to the beggar on the road
There's a life that's too be lived and there's a story to be told
I'll tell it in a song because that's all I've got to give
And it's a song about the people and the place I used to live
Familiarity's never bred contempt
I've never really figured out what they meant
No matter where I travel and no matter where I roam
It's the sunny hills of Wiltshire that I'll always call home
I've had a lot of friends and I've had a lot of foes
I've had a lot of happiness and a couple of woes
I've built a lot of bridges although some have been burned
But true friends are like family, that's the one thing I've learned
And every time I look up to the Liddington trees
I'm reminded of the reason that they put me at ease
No matter where I go and no matter what I've done
I'll always believe my heart belongs to SN1
Familiarity's never bred contempt
I've never really figured out what they meant
No matter where I travel and no matter where I roam
It's the sunny hills of Wiltshire that I'll always call home
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3. |
Thin
03:44
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Do you think they'll notice when you fall?
Do you think a single eyelid will be bat at all?
Do you think they'll notice when you leave?
Or will things remain the same, the way they've always been?
But it's not over 'til you're underground
So I'm just trying to get along
The way I've always done it even if it's wrong
And I'm just trying to stay thin
Thin enough to fit these jeans, and maybe still fit in
Do you think they care about what you sing?
Do you think it matters if it's "palm mute" or "let ring"
Do you think that you can't be replaced?
Younger model, better body, more attractive face
But it's not over 'til you're underground
So I'm just trying to get along
The way I've always done it even if it's wrong
And I'm just trying to stay thin
Thin enough to fit these jeans, and maybe still fit in
Do you think I wonder if I'm wrong?
Do you think I care as long as people sing along
But it's not over 'til you're underground
So I'm just trying to get along
The way I've always done it even if it's wrong
And I'm just trying to stay thin
Thin enough to fit these jeans, and maybe still fit in
But it's not over 'til you're underground
And I'm just trying to get along
The way I've always done it even if it's wrong
And I'm just trying to stay thin
Thin enough to fit these jeans, but it's a battle I can't win
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4. |
Truth
03:29
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Throw another moron on the fire, they burn so well
Turn an honest man into a liar, but can you tell?
Sit around and take it on the chin, but we don't bruise
Tell ourselves we're sure we let them win, coz we don't lose
I wish I'd never learned the truth
Carried on living in a lie
Only one path left to choose
Blinkers keeping me in line
I wish that I could just forget
Go back to where I used to be
Back when ignorance was bliss
Just before you met me
Now I am surrounded on all sides by fear and blame
And I lack the strength to stand and fight - wallow in shame
Couldn't feel much weaker if I tried, so take your fill
Couldn't feel less alive if I died, but I live still
I wish I'd never learned the truth
Carried on living in a lie
Only one path left to choose
Blinkers keeping me in line
I wish that I could just forget
Go back to where I used to be
Back when ignorance was bliss
Just before you met me
How can you live with this in your head?
How can you live?
How can you live with this in your head?
How can you live?
I wish I'd never learned the truth
Carried on living in a lie
Only one path left to choose
Blinkers keeping me in line
I wish that I could just forget
Go back to where I used to be
Back when ignorance was bliss
Just before you met me
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5. |
Hell Or High Water
02:45
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Here I go again with my guitars packed in my van and hit the road
Wait for the weekend to show it's face but it'd be Sunday 'til they're shown
I never even know if I will make it coz my van is always broke
And the RAC man knows my name and every time we meet we share a joke
But if you'd be so kind as to fix me by the road
If you can't decide that the engine's gonna go
If you have the time I'd appreciate a tow
Coz come hell or high water I will make it to my show
Spending all my time on the hard shoulder has the power to bring me down
Stuck inside the no-man's land between two different towns
Losing all the romance in the idea of a life spent on the road
Happy in the knowledge that tonight at least I will get to go home
And if you'll be so kind as to greet me from the road
With a great big smile and a kiss to let me know
You'll always have the time and you'll never let me go
Coz come hell or high I will always make it home
And every penny that I make unfortunately will be
Taken up by fixing my van
I'd like to think that I can earn enough by doing this
But if I'm really honest with myself, I don't think I can
Waiting for the day when I can confidently say that I am done
The day when I grow out of this and playing my guitar stops being fun
The trouble is I don't believe that day will ever come within my years
And you're afraid I'll never stop, and I'll just keep confirming all your fears
So if you'll be so kind as to listen to me play
I'll help you find another reason you should stay
We'll be just fine on the money I get paid
Coz come hell or high water I will always keep you safe
Right to my dying day
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6. |
Trial and Error
03:40
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There's so many mile between I'm not sure
How many lie between us, maybe a thousand or more
Maybe that's an over reaction, I don't know
Maybe it's time for action, maybe it's time to go
It's always the little things that you miss when you are miles away
Like the look in your eye and the tone of your voice when you say
There's something inside you tells you it will be ok
What we have is bigger than miles
Built through years of errors and trials
You can't keep us apart
There's no distance that is far enough
I thought I could handle all this time apart
But I've been struggling with it right from the very start
Always pretending that I'm doing fine
But I always end up drinking just so I can pass the time
I really admire the way you're always so positive
Even when things don't look that great of the face of it
You always know what to say to bring me round again
What we have is bigger than miles
Built through years of errors and trials
You can't keep us apart
There's no distance that is far enough
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7. |
The West Country Song
03:11
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8. |
Diet Of Banality
03:06
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Let's save the world from all this badly manufactured music
Let's flood the charts with singer's who can sing and play guitar
Let's fly the flag for every real musician on this planet
Who has not succumbed to the likes of Simon Cowell and his "stars"
Well that's "stars" in quotation marks, coz that is where they should be
Not clogging up the airwaves with somebody else's songs
Let's re-educate the masses on the subject that this could
Musical lead revolution to which everyone belongs
And just because it's got a dance routine
And matching suits and smiles
Doesn't mean it's right
And children brought up on a diet of banality
Will never have the chance to think and hear something that means something real
Yes music has been watered down to numbers on a paycheque
For a man who's only talent's conning money out of kids
And I pray to god that people one day wake up to thi bull shit
But I'm pretty sure I'm praying to a god that don't exist
Because if there's a god in heaven he would never let this happen
Why give all these people talent that no one will ever hear
And you venerate these worthless dancing puppets of distraction
And further blur the line between fame and ability
And just because it's got a dance routine
And matching suits and smiles
Doesn't mean it's right
And children brought up on a diet of banality
Will never have the chance to think and hear something that means something real
And who cares if you can't sing as long as you can take your clothes off
Your semi naked body sells more records than your voice
And there's a never ending army of replacements on your label
Churning out the same old bile, give the illusion of a choice
And just because it's got a dance routine
And matching suits and smiles
Doesn't mean it's right
And children brought up on a diet of banality
Will never have the chance to think and hear something that means something real
Well maybe I'm just bitter, maybe I'm just twisted
Maybe I'm, just drunk and needlessly rambling along
Well if that's the case I'll raise a glass to every real musician
Who might never strike it rich, but at least write their own songs
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9. |
Radar
02:53
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How dare you think you are even on my radar?
And oh, when will it sink in that you don't enter my thinking?
Hasn't enough time passed yet for you to finally get it?
I can't be happy for you even if I'm supposed to
How dare you think you are even on my radar?
And oh, when will it sink in that you don't enter my thinking?
Apart from this single instance I feel total indifference
I only thought about you just long enough to write this verse
How dare you think you are even on my radar?
And oh, when will it sink in that you don't enter my thinking?
After all is said and done, you had your kicks and your fun
I hope you're proud of yourself, I'll see you on the way to hell
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Cast your ballot to the left or to the right, it's never mattered
Politicians always win, be it the former, or the latter
And they lay their heads on feathered beds
While the country lies in tatters
And it amazes me you still believe that your two party system
Is democracy in action, coz it's feakishly consistent
When they sell their policies for cash to suit the current climate
And red turns slowly bluer, with no real attempt to hide it
Cast your ballot to the left or to the right, it's never mattered
Politicians always win, be it the former, or the latter
And they lay their heads on feathered beds
While the country lies in tatters
They plaster plastic smiles across their faces to promote
Another cynical attempt to sway opinion of the voter
Hypnotise the populous with propaganda on the hour
And we labour under false pretense of having any real power
Cast your ballot to the left or to the right, it's never mattered
Politicians always win, be it the former, or the latter
And they lay their heads on feathered beds
While the country lies in tatters
And I've never really understood the rules
Exactly what is it that I'm supposed to choose
I've never really understood the game
Coz they're all a bunch of lying wankers, and every lie's the same
Every lie's the same
And I know that lot's of people suffered, lot's of people dies
So we could live in so called freedom, yeah, and we could have the right
To vote for men and women in whom our country lays it's trust
But doesn't the expenses scandal prove that they are all just laughing at us?
Cast your ballot to the left or to the right, it's never mattered
Coz the bastards always win, be it the former, or the latter
And they lay their heads on feathered beds
While the country lies in tatters
And no-one seems to think that matters
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11. |
Demons
03:35
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It's late, and you're doing what you always do
You're awake, and the voices are talking to you
There's a bed, a perfectly good bed for sleeping in
Your over tired brain hears, but is not listening
So pour another drink as if to drown the night
Sure, it might work if you try hard this time
Sleep, sleep perchance to dream a dream of her
Drink helps you forget to dream and dreams turn to a blur
I'll meet my demons in the night, we've got unfinished business
I never win, but always fight, if this isn't hell what is this?
It's five AM, the sun will be up soon
There's only so many things at night to do
And you will make believe you slept just fine
And spend the next day wondering maybe this time
The TV endlessly repeats itself
If you thought daytime telly's bad, this is tele-visual hell
I'll take the drugs, I'll take the exercise
There isn't much to take that I haven't tried
I'll meet my demons in the night, we've got unfinished business
I never win, but always fight, if this isn't hell what is this?
I'll meet my demons in the night, we've got unfinished business
I never win, but always fight, if this isn't hell what is this?
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12. |
Mistakes
04:48
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Another year another plan another beer another damn excuse for you not to call
Another day another night another way another fight and it could change it all
Another if another but another rift another rut that you and me could be stuck in
Another debt another price another roll another dice to throw and alter our luck with
But you're all the way over there, and I'm just supposed to not care
I can't let it, I can't let it, I can't let it not concern me now, no way
I can't get it, I can't get it, I can't get right and learn from mistakes, I've made
Another time another place another line another face that you can add to your two
Another right another wrong another height another song that I will write about you
Another punch another kick another lunch another sick to make yourself feel accepted
Another squint another stare another glint another glare that says that you haven't slept yet
But you're all the way over there, and I'm just supposed to not care
I can't let it, I can't let it, I can't let it not concern me now, no way
I can't get it, I can't get it, I can't get right and learn from mistakes, I've made
But you're all the way over there, and I'm just supposed to back and act like I don't even care
I can't let it, I can't let it, I can't let it not concern me now, no way
I can't get it, I can't get it, I can't get right and learn from mistakes, I've made
I can't let it, I can't let it, I can't let it not concern me now, no way
I can't get it, I can't get it, I can't get right and learn from mistakes, I've made
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