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Mulholland Drive
03:08
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We were watching Mulholland Drive
Failing to follow the plot
Desperately trying not
To get too psychotic or paranoid
We didn’t know what
Was happening, then the end arrived
It was half past five
And it was raining
We couldn’t get the storyline
Maybe it was just too deep
Or maybe we fell asleep
Or it was bought too cheaply to appreciate
The guy’s a creep
He’s up to all the usual tricks
But it was half past six
Still raining
As time went by just like a dream
No one could analyse
And those who improvise should be prepared to fall
And the cat that gets the cream
Should also realise
There’ll be a break-up, and a shake-up, and a wake-up call
Watching Mulholland Drive
Was certainly worth the price
Given such clear advice
It didn’t cause a crisis of confidence
I wouldn’t think twice
If opportunity came to knock
But it was nine o’clock
Still raining
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I saw you and I thought you looked so sweet
I needed you to make my dream complete
Your blue eyes and the win-
some dimple in your chin
Your fragrant femininity
Knocked me off my feet
The signal you sent meant
Sweet dreams of contentment
Were parked in my driveway
And ready to roll
The blossoms were bloomin’
With love all consumin’
But we being human
Were losing control
Then I felt we were somehow losing touch
It seemed you only loved me half as much
Sunbeams turned to rain
Our star was on the wane
Like I came from Spain
And you were speaking Double Dutch
That fifty percent meant
Sweet dreams of contentment
Would grow ever cold
And then slowly implode
I dared to believe you
Would let me deceive you
Said I’d never leave you
Then you hit the road
I buzzed around you
Like a humble bumble bee
Thought I’d caught you
Never thought you’d rumble me
Your wave when you went meant
Sweet dreams of contentment
Were nothing but pie
In a faraway sky
The stories I told you
So I’d get to hold you
The dreams that I sold you
Were nothing but lies
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The blame and self-pity tango
Is a dance we all know how to do
The blame and self-pity tango
Any woman or man can go through
The moves are basic and simple
But unlike some others you’re shown
The blame and self-pity tango
Is a dance you must do on your own
The blame and self-pity tango
Holds no promise of love or romance
Try it and straight down the pan goes
Any chance you may somehow advance
From the place where you’ve been for so long now
Bitter, twisted, and wrapped
Up in your own one note song now
And all kinds of personal crisis moments
The blame and self-pity tango
Has a dark and dangerous rap
His brother the why me fandango
Is an equally bleak style of trap
The rhythm is smoothly seductive
Its beat can bewitch and beguile
But it’s so counterproductive
To keep all those feelings on file
Some blame their mothers and
Others their dads
Listing the things that they never had
Everything comes to a juddering halt
My life isn’t great
It must be somebody’s fault
On the stormy sea of disappointment
Blown towards dangerous cliffs
There are no pills and no ointment
To soothe all the aching what ifs
The blame and self-pity tango
To sum up is futile and prone
To going the one way it can go
You end up dancing alone
Alone
Dancing alone
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Wallpaper
03:21
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I put a note out for the milkman
Then I lock the door up tight
Check on all the windows
Turn out all the lights
Echoes of our history cut through the midnight hour
We’re all buying wallpaper now
I remember all those crazy days
Of bullets, bells, and beads
Somehow time has changed our ways
And the nature of our needs
And all that peace and love stuff
Just turned upside down somehow
We’re all buying wallpaper now
All the friends I had my times with
The ones who shared my dreams
Are up to their necks in mortgage cheques
And company pension schemes
Have we had all our freedom
Or just the freedom we’re allowed
We’re all buying wallpaper now
Everybody’s closing in
And everybody’s buying
One more picture for the wall to make it right
All the neighbours nosing in
And all the kids are crying
And Johnny Cool is staying home tonight
To put a note out for the milkman
To lock the door up tight
Check on all the windows
And turn out all the lights
Will the ones who made it through all this
Stand up and take a bow
We’re all buying wallpaper now
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Everything's For Sale
02:40
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You need people like me
In this digital age
I can do humility
Or righteous rage
This link will take you
To my Facebook page
Where everything’s for sale
Everything’s for sale
Laws are stretched
And rules are bent
To benefit the people
I represent
Odd times turn up
In parliament
Where everything’s for sale
Everything’s for sale
Pass the kickback
Pass the buck
Me, I can’t believe my luck
This ascending scale is stuck
On me, me, me, me, me, me, me
So if you care
If you believe
That to give
Is to receive
You are tragically naïve
Everything’s for sale
Everything’s for sale
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The Grotto
02:25
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What brings you here?
What stories do you tell?
What battles have you fought
To reach the water in my well?
What brings you here?
You have set yourself apart
You have not truly spoken
Since your newly broken heart
What brings you here?
You act so proud and claim
I am not one of you
I am not sick or lame
What brings me here?
I am brought by what I bear
Hoping I can find release
Within this piece of earthenware
What brings me here?
To be cured by just one sip
Is this the way that we know
Or just another ego trip
What brings me here?
To act so proud and claim
I am not one of you
I am not sick or lame
For those done by exploitation
The stateless in distress
Stood here in thin line
To drink the wine that’s newly pressed
To choose thin absolution
To be cleaned of all their sin
The rough and ready
Or unsteady on their pins
For every nameless loser
Who gave up and lost the fight
Who sleep in railway stations
On a cold and stony night
For each and every innocent
Branded with the blame is why I came
For each and every innocent
Branded with the blame is why I came
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7. |
These Things
03:23
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I hear them pray to old Jehovah
Their hopes are high their faith is blind
Think someday some supernova
Likely strike them from behind
You’re the one who feels and sees things
I have these things on my mind
I know you like our conversations
You listen, that’s uncommon kind
You can see the situations
Crisis going on behind
You’re the one who feels and sees things
I have these things on my mind
What am I to you
Who am I to you
You could do me you could
If you’re too good to be true
Yesterday I dialled a number
I’d written down and underlined
Just to see if I could lumber
Into something silver lined
You’re the one who feels and sees things
I have these things on my mind
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Black and white photographs
Faded and frayed
Kiss me quick
What a picture we made
Surrounded by people we no longer know
Taken one summer a long time ago
When we were young and beautiful
The thought that you and I
Could work some kind of miracle
And never age and die
Did not seem so fanciful
When we were young and beautiful
Somebody’s cousin
Somebody’s niece
On show alone
On a stone mantelpiece
Who are they? Where are they? We’ll never know
Taken one summer a long time ago
When we were young and beautiful
The thought that you and I
Could work some kind of miracle
And never age and die
Did not seem so fanciful
When we were young and beautiful
Through our fingers
Like fine sand
The hour and the minute hand
Move on and we feel we need to know
Where did it go? Where did it go? Where did it go?
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Crestfallen
03:37
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Crestfallen at the best ball in town
He came callin’ and messed you round
You can’t make him look at you
The way you want him to look at you
Your shoes and gown
Crestfallen at the best ball in town
Crestfallen at the best ball in town
You’re crawlin’ home with no crown
Things just stopped making sense
Wounded by indifference
In sensurround
Crestfallen at the best ball in town
How much a kiss’ll show
Under the mistletoe
I’m wondering if this’ll go
Right or wrong
How soon the bliss’ll go
We’ll hear a whistle blow
One more red raw goodbye song
Crestfallen at the best ball in town
You went all in, the chips were down
You made a major play
He doesn’t want you that way
Don’t stay around
Crestfallen at the best ball in town
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10. |
Love in the Modern Sense
02:34
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Love in the modern sense
Taking a careful view
No going beyond the faint and the fond
Nothing to misconstrue
Love in the modern sense
Cupid’s for days of old
The need to relate can’t be left up to fate
Wait and the fire grows cold
Love in the modern sense
Matching the perfect pair
It’s an organised thing no runaway fling
That ends on a ring and a prayer
Chance is no fine thing
The heart and the soul
Keep time as the pulse rate increases
It’s a life on the line thing
And if I lose control
Who’s going to pick up the pieces
We can negotiate
Use our experience
Who’ll cook and who’ll clean up
Please sign this pre-nup
Don’t seek any recompense
This is love in the modern sense
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11. |
Slow Dancing
02:50
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One summer night
Light years ago
No thought of love or romancing
How could we see?
How could we know?
We’d be together slow dancing
Lost in your eyes
Found in your smile
Wishing we’d always be in three-four time
Here’s to the Fates
Here’s to the chance
The dance went on and on
Holding your hand
Careful and shy
Dying for love and romancing
How could we see?
How could we know?
We’d be forever slow dancing
Lost in your eyes
Found in your smile
Wishing we’d always be in three-four time
Here’s to the Fates
Here’s to the chance
And the dance went on and on
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Pete Scott Newcastle Upon Tyne, UK
Pete Scott (1948-2023) was a singer-songwriter from Newcastle upon Tyne.
He released many
albums throughout his career, including "Don't Panic" and "Jimmy the Moonlight" on Rubber Records in the 1970s and, more recently, the self-released albums "Why Sing Goodbye Songs", "Songs to Sing & Jokes to Tell", and "Sweet Dreams of Contentment"
Known for folk rock in the 70s and comedy more recently.
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