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Capitol Bridge
04:18
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Capitol Bridge
It’s so cold on Capitol Bridge
But there’s hope eternal, down at Barton Springs
I take my break-fast at the Continental
And it just don’t feel like home
I take the taxi cab to K-OO-P
But university life does nothing, nothing for me
I get some peace from the ghosts of San Antonio
But it’s just got nothing on home
They say Dale Watson is so funny
So I queued up and paid my money
But the only joke is the chicken shit bingo
And it still don’t feel like home
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2. |
Good Man Down
03:06
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Good Man Down
Life, it's a funny thing
Sometimes makes you want to cry, sometimes makes you want to sing
Glass half full is the way that I think,
Unless I find somebody to, get me another drink
There's misery and misfortune
Unfolding every day
Whenever I start falling, I…
…get back up and say:
You can’t keep a good man down
You can drag my name, all over town
You can steal my car, set fire to my guitar
But you'll never keep a good man down
Some folks do complain all the time
It's difficult to navigate through all the muck and slime
Trying hard to find the reason why?
Cause life is tough, and eventually you die
There's misery and misfortune
Unfolding every day
Whenever I start falling, I…
…get back up and say:
You can’t keep a good man down
You can drag my name, all over town
You can steal my car, set fire to my guitar
But you'll never keep a good man down
You don't like what you're doing or where you work
Everything is rubbish and everyone's a jerk
Always a better option you could find
But if you want to change you'd need to get off your behind
There's misery and misfortune
Unfolding every day
Whenever I start falling, I…
…get back up and say:
You can’t keep a good man down
You can drag my name, all over town
You can steal my car, set fire to my guitar
But you'll never keep a good man down
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3. |
Cowboys Can Spell
05:40
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Cowboys Can Spell
You left me on a cold and rainy Wednesday
Didn't even stop to shut the door
My achin' head beginning to remember
The argument we'd had the night before
We'd started off by drinking some tequila
Decided we would play a game or two
Now scrabble letters thrown across the floorboards
Spelling out the end for me and you
SORRY, is what I'm feelin'
STUPID, is what I am
REGRET, deep inside of me
I'm a REJECTED Man
Consoled myself by cleaning up the kitchen
Your biscuit crumbs still scattered on the side
The pain in my head stops me thinking clearly
Can't tell if that's tequila or my pride
It's been 2 months, 4 days and 13 hours
Marooned as I lay in our king-size bed
It 4:14am and I'm not sleeping
All those words still going through my head
SORRY, is what I'm feelin'
STUPID, is what I am
REGRET, deep inside of me
I'm a REJECTED Man
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4. |
That's OK With Me
03:36
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That’s OK With Me
Maybe you're an alien, from another planet
If you were on a TV show, they probably would ban it
Maybe you think it's OK, to act just like you do
Your sociopathic tendencies, constantly on view
Maybe your charisma, looks better from a far
Maybe you're really smart just like you tell us that you are
Maybe deep down you lack, the confidence to act, like
A normal human being instead you talk out of your hat
If you were paid for being nice, you'd owe me quite a lot
Maybe you woke this morning with a house full of dry rot
Maybe your package arrived late, maybe your food is out of date
Maybe you mean well deep down but fail to communicate
I know what you're thinking, I'm thinking it too
I've never met anyone, quite like you
It staggering to me, and everyone around
Your actions are overt, fundamentally unsound
Your feelings are demonstrable, (for everyone to see)
I'm not your favourite person and that's, OK with me
Some may accuse me of a lack of empathy
But a mutual understanding needs both parties to agree
I guess I could be tolerant, and watch the things I say
But even if I did you wouldn't notice anyway
Maybe you just don't look, people in the eye
Genuinely don't have time to say "hello" or "goodbye"
Maybe you’re not actually, staring right at me
You might be thinking hard about what you've got planned for tea
Maybe it's not your problem, and there's someone else to blame
But all the people that I know seem to think just the same
I know what you're thinking, I'm thinking it too
I've never met anyone, quite like you
It staggering to me, and everyone around
Your actions are overt, fundamentally unsound
Your feelings are demonstrable, (for everyone to see)
I'm not your favourite person and that's, OK with me
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5. |
Super
03:12
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Super
You used to be impressed by all the things that I could do
I'd always be in time to save the day
One dark and rainy night, I was embroiled in a fight
While you were making plans to fly away
When we met the planet seemed so different
The light from stars a billion years ago
Shone down on you and me, it wasn't just astronomy
But now they're just a dim and distant glow
Remember when you used to call me super
Until that day you found somebody new
Succumbed by his charms, you fell right into his arms
And the fact he was a superhero too
I'm out saving the City, at least 11 times a day
Skyscrapers look the same down this old street
Another unique man, another evil masterplan
So many Super Villains to defeat
Remember when you used to call me super
Until that day you found somebody new
Succumbed by his charms, you fell right into his arms
And the fact he was a superhero too
My laser vision means that I just, see you all the time
My photographic memory recalls, when you once were mine
My powers are all useless now, Rorschach I feel black
I'm pretty sure that you're not coming back
I think my superhero days are over
Attempts to reconcile, you just ignore
I've had so many fights, now I've hung my cape and tights
My heart is just not in it anymore
Remember when you used to call me super
Until that day you found somebody new
Succumbed by his charms, you fell right into his arms
And the fact he was a superhero too
I guess you measure things by each degree
I guess you think he's more super than me
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6. |
Still Workin'
03:30
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Still Workin’
I'm in trouble, again, and this time I'm in over my head
I seeing double, again, with all the crazy things that I said
Such a long, long time, and you're disinclined,
with all those things still carrying on,
I would talk to you, like I always do,
but now I think the moment has gone
Still workin’ so hard to find the right words to say to you
Still workin’ so hard to find the right words to say to you
I open my mouth but words don't come out,
I don't know what more I can do
Still workin’ so hard to find the right words to say to you
I try to call you, again, to see if I can make things alright
Could I enthrall you, again. There's so much that I want to rewrite
Baby can't you see, it will always be,
so different the next time around
I need one more chance, take a different stance
We've still got time to regain lost ground
Still workin’ so hard to find the right words to say to you
Still workin’ so hard to find the right words to say to you
I open my mouth but the words just don't come out,
I don't know what more I can do
Still workin’ so hard to find the right words to say to you
I'm don't mean to be unkind
But words are so very hard to find
Still workin’ so hard to find the right words to say to you
Still workin’ so hard to find the right words to say to you
I open my mouth but words don't come out,
I don't know what more I can do
Still workin’ so hard to find the right words to say to you
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7. |
Your Band
03:18
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Your Band
With cooler songs than mine, your drummer plays in time
Guitarist knows of all the chords, he's been on some famous records
Your lyrics have more depth, stage presence is adept
Compared to me, compared to me
Your keyboard player's cool, he went to music school
Your amps have all got covers, and your PA's brand new too
Nerves never play a part, you're committed to your art
Compared to me, compared to me
I wish I could be in your band
I wish I was more like you
I'd even be happy to drive your van
I'd feel more complete and stop searching for something new
The bass player's got groove, I watch his fingers move
Always on time for all your shows, even co-ordinate your clothes
You've got a guitar tech, you get time to sound check
Compared to me, compared to me
You play gigs every night, your band are really tight
You always stand up when you sing, you never seem to break a string
You've memorised the words, your fans arrive in herds
Compared to me, compared to me
I wish I could be in your band
I wish I was more like you
I'd even be happy to drive your van
I'd feel more complete and stop searching for something new
If we had fiddle player, this middle section's where they'd play
And now we have a fiddle player
So we'll just carry on, and strum through the chords anyway
I wish I could be in your band
I wish I was more like you
I'd even be happy to drive your van
I'd feel more complete and stop searching for something new
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8. |
11:45
04:48
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11:45
Dark clouds filled the sky, tumbleweed rolled though
Signalling the entrance of the stranger
Where had he travelled from? What was he here to do?
A sense of deep foreboding danger
A stoney grimace on his face, a mean look in his eyes
No one dared affect his dander
A trusty steed was not required, but that was no surprise
He turned up in a Fiat Panda
The townsfolk stood in silence
The stranger they'd just met
It would never be the same again
That day they won't forget
The townsfolk aghast
Some of the women cried
You can take away our hopes and dreams
And eventually you'll take away our pride
He said I'm here to make, some changes to this place
Who claims to be in charge should walk away
I hung my head, I shuffled back, tried to avoid his gaze
But he saw me anyway
I said at High Noon we must meet, I had to make a stand
I knew it's what I had to do
He said he was quite busy, with meeting he'd pre-planned
And could I make it quarter to
The townsfolk stood in silence
The stranger they'd just met
It would never be the same again
That day they won't forget
The townsfolk aghast
Some of the women cried
You can take away our hopes and dreams
And eventually you'll take away our pride
At 11:45am, we stood there face to face
Townsfolk lined the car park, with no sound
A single shot rang out, the bullet's lightning pace
I clutched my side and fell down to the ground
Considering my future laying on the floor in fear
With dignity and grace he walked away
It’s probably quite difficult to find a new career
So I’m still working there today
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9. |
Disasterata
04:50
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Disasterata
Everyone shouts louder than everybody else
Everyone is listening to nobody but themselves
The picture we’re all painting is so far from real life
That just flashes by unseen while we’re all living for the likes
Tender hearts are broken in a single swipe
Meanwhile the pool we’re fishing in gets smaller all the time
A little bit too choosy, and you’ve left it far too late
Too busy seeking Mr.Right (now) you are out of date
Sham, drudgery and broken dreams. It’s still a beautiful world.
Sham, drudgery and broken dreams. It’s still a beautiful world.
It’s still a beautiful world.
Fifty’s the new forty, thirty is seventeen
If you’re in your twenties then you’re somewhere in between
Everything’s replaceable, if you get my drift
Fake tanning, and enhancing, nip and tuck and lift
Sham, drudgery and broken dreams. It’s still a beautiful world.
Sham, drudgery and broken dreams. It’s still a beautiful world.
It’s still a beautiful world.
Politicians shapeshift into ballroom dancers
More likely to score a straight ten than to give you a straight answer
Deep, in the desert, they kill with such brutality
They’re wearing United shirts, don’t see the irony
Sham, drudgery and broken dreams. It’s still a beautiful world.
Sham, drudgery and broken dreams. It’s still a beautiful world.
It’s still a beautiful world.
A beautiful world, a beautiful world?
A beautiful world, a beautiful world?
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10. |
Street
02:46
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Street
Went down to TH Sperrings, I think was 16
They used to stock 12 inches, as well as magazines
One day I do remember, such an unlikely store
I picked up a white label, featuring Gary Moore, it was in...
Street - Cycling home from Crispin school
Pouring rain had soaked me through
Felt happiness so true, I was in...
Street - Going tracking up Street Hill
An unmitigated thrill
There's a big hole there still, and it's in… Street
Sitting in my bedroom, in Green Lane Avenue
Top 40 on the radio, my brother was their too
A portable tape recorder, for taping off the charts
We'd make sure we were quiet, when the music starts, we were in...
Street - We had no internet
We had vinyl or cassette
Colin Webber's the outlet, he was in…
Street - Fishing in the River Brue
We went swimming in their too
Used to manufacture shoes, right there in… Street
There was a CB Disco, every Friday night
Crispin Hall was rockin', there rarely was a fight
The Interstate Roadshow would turn up and play the hits
We'd wait for ACDC then go and get some chips, that was in...
Street - There's not much it's famous for
An amphibious dinosaur
I wonder if they keep the bones in…
Street - Twinned with Isny Im Allgau
A town that's probably wonderful
But it's not where I was born, that was in... Street
Every generation, thinks theirs was the best
Reminiscing 'bout the good old days, better than the rest
Accused of being biased, about my habitat?
Is it misty eyed nostalgia? No! It really was that!
It was in...
Street, la la la la la la la, I come from
Street, la la la la la la la, Was born in
Street, la la la la la la la, I come from
Street!
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11. |
Living The Lie
03:57
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Living The Lie
I lied, when I told you I’d be home
The working day had been slow, I went to a casino
I lied, when I said I liked your friends
You said that they liked sharing, I found them overbearing
I lied, and it wasn't my first time
And it won't be the last
I'm just Living the lie
But everyone's believing it, so why would I stop feeding it
I'm just Living the lie
I'm sure there's implications on my health
But I'm beginning to believe it all myself
I lied, when I had my interview
My CV was impressive, borderline obsessive
I lied, when I said I'd paid the bills
I had to meet a loan shark, in a public car park
I lied, and it wasn't my first time
And it won't be the last
I'm just Living the lie
But everyone's believing it, so why would I stop feeding it
I'm just Living the lie
I'm sure there's implications on my health
But I'm beginning to believe it all…
One day you said you'd had enough: time to admit defeat
Could not continue living in a world of pure deceit
I said that I could change and we could give it one more try
But we both knew that wasn't true
It was just another lie
I'm just Living the lie
But everyone's believing it, so why would I stop feeding it
I'm just Living the lie
A mountain near impossible to climb
The lies they just get bigger all the time
I'm sure there's implications on my health
But I'm beginning to believe it all myself
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12. |
Driving To Chelmsford
04:30
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Driving To Chelmsford
We set off on our journey, in an optimistic mood
The dawning sunrise emanates, with the sky imbued
We talk about the day ahead, and TV that we've viewed - That we've viewed
Fill up with some diesel, and put Zappa on CD
We start to make our way, towards the 303
I still don't know all of the words, to Cosmik Debris - Cosmik Debris
Driving to Chelmsford again
Roy's in the front, Jeff's in the back, we call ourselves good friends
Driving to Chelmsford again
We've still got 90 miles to go, the traffic's moving mighty slow
But we left pretty early though, so we should be there by ten
Jeff's feeling mild discomfort so we thought we take a break
I bought a muffin and some coffee that was a mistake
It's far too hot to drink and we do not have time to wait - No time to wait
On the M25 it must be cool enough to try
I spill it down my shirt, of myself I do decry
But my shirt is dark blue so it won't stain when it gets dry - When it gets dry
Driving to Chelmsford again
Roy's in the front, Jeff's in the back, we call ourselves good friends
Driving to Chelmsford again
We've still got 50 miles to go, the traffic's moving mighty slow
But we left pretty early though, so we should be there by ten
I think we're nearly there, but my hopes are misconstrued
There's still another junction before we can cut through
Existence seems to slow down as we move between the two - Between the two
Finally turn off the A414 to Harlow
Must be the right direction, 'cause the signs say Felixstowe
That viaduct replacement, when they'll finish I don't know - I don't know
Driving to Chelmsford again
Roy's in the front, Jeff's in the back, we call ourselves good friends
Driving to Chelmsford again
We've still got 20 miles to go, the traffic's moving mighty slow
But we left pretty early though, so we should be there by ten
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13. |
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Not sure I'll make it on my own
The world has got on top on me
It's not like how it used to be
Everything has changed and not for good
I try to remain positive
I thought I had a lot to give
But now I think I was misunderstood
I don't want to get out of bed
Listening to Radiohead
Any thoughts of hope this will negate
I'm staying up into the night
I'm drinking more, not eating right
At least now maybe I might lose some weight
I'm slipping under
I feel like I am sinking like a stone
I need some assistance
I'm not sure that I'll make it on my own
People ask if I'm OK
That I don't look myself today
The rumors spreading around town are rife
The irony's not visible
My friends all say I'm miserable
But I say I've been like that all my life
My blood pressure is getting low
The day's events move by so slow
Dizziness my head has come upon
I'm watching rubbish on TV
The strangest programmes that I've see
But that could be the tablets that I'm on
I'm slipping under
I feel like I am sinking like a stone
I need some assistance
I'm not sure that I'll make it on my own
I'm slipping under
I feel like I am sinking like a stone
I need some assistance
I don't think that I'll make it on my own
I need an angel to descend
A helping hand I need a lend
To pull me free, from this world of doubt
A forecast for a thunder storm
They say it's darkest before dawn
I'm not looking through the window to find out
I'm slipping under
I feel like I am sinking like a stone
I need some assistance
I'm not sure that I'll make it on my own
I'm slipping under
I feel like I am sinking like a stone
I need some assistance
I don't think that I'll make it on my own
I'm not sure that I'll make it on my own
I don't think that I'll make it on my….Own!
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14. |
Everything's Weird Today
03:34
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Everything’s Weird Today
Wake up, to hear, the sound of my alarm
But it's just a dream confounding me 'cause
Everything's weird today. Everything's weird today
I leave, the house, but did I shut the door
Go back make sure I shut the door some more, yes
Everything's weird today. Everything's weird today
On Days like these I wish I'd stayed in bed
Can't reconcile the contents of my head
Shipwrecked, an apostle lost at sea
Everything seems weird, or is it me?
I drive, my car, the Radio comes on
My head's already playing the same song, 'cause
Everything's weird today. Everything's weird today
The roads, all closed, whichever way I go
Timely destination hopes are low, yes
Everything's weird today. Everything's weird today
On Days like these I wish I'd stayed in bed
Can't reconcile the contents of my head
Shipwrecked, an apostle lost at sea
Everything seems weird, or is it me?
How could that be?
Normal life has found an absentee
I'm off, to bed - 11:35
I'd like to say it's been a lovely day, but
Everything's weird today. Everything's weird today
Everything's weird today. Everything's weird today
Everything's weird today. Everything's weird today
On Days like these I wish I'd stayed in bed
Can't reconcile the contents of my head
Shipwrecked, an apostle lost at sea
Everything seems weird, or is it me?
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The Bad Cowboys Glastonbury, UK
Veterans of the Glastonbury music scene, Steve Bilsborough & John Carroll have developed a unique sound with diverse influences including New Wave, Country, and Pop! Their close harmonies and catchy tunes are full of poignant, satirical and sometimes humorous lyrics with obscure subject matter such as: Bin Day, the local bus route, and Shed ownership,. ... more
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