Don’t Start Me Singing
You look at me as if I just don’t care
Life has always been an unfair funfair
All you really need to know, Everybody has to have their go
Don’t start me singing, Bout a hothouse earth
Don’t start me singing, It could get much worse
Don’t start me singing, From the other side
Don’t start me singing,When will we get wise
I get warnings in the mornings from my drugs and guarantees
I’ve messed it up again and I don’t know what to see
But all you really need to know, Everybody has to take it slow
(chorus)
Like the Yellow Man
I don't want to go there, I was already here
In the rain again
Four and twenty fat cats, eating up my pie
In the rain again
You don't need to understand just what the augers mean
But all the signs are telling me
"Be like the Yellow Man, break the chains if you can"
I saw all my dead friends, waiting in a line
In the rain again
They were going crazy; trying to make me hear
Through the rain again
"You don't need to understand the final deed
But when you breathe you must breathe free"
"Be like the Yellow Man, break the chains if you can"
All the Saints Arrived Today
Take your shoes off and ignore the world outside
Don’t indulge them to become a worthless prize
Can you feel the sense of history on the way?
All the saints arrived today
Don’t believe me, take the sum of all you know
Think about it, all the things that never show
Can you feel the eyes surveying all your ways?
All the saints arrived today
But they’re blind, you will find
They’re far too weak for those they seek
No Alternative
I don’t fail and you won’t lose
I don’t mind what you choose
It’s alright, I won’t cry
You see clouds and I see sky
Where you going with that weight upon your back?
Can’t you see it’s just a virtual attack?
But they leave me no alternative
All the lies can’t disguise what they feel deep inside
They can’t hear what you say, they see clouds anyway
Where you going with that weight upon your back?
Can’t you see it’s just a virtual attack?
But they leave us no alternative
What you see is what you sell and what you sell is what you see
Clubbing with Bowie
The days were young when Ziggy sung
The girls knew how to have their fun
And the boys dressed in vanity
The dudes came out to own the night
My form was slim, my eyes were bright
I needed your sound but I don't need your autograph
And I recall with spaced-out clarity
Clubbing with Bowie
He took the drink right from my hand
You did me a favour, I was already canned
As I followed the star from one zone to the next
The thin white duke was on the town
The people came and gathered round
They broke the band and handed in their hands
And I recall with spaced-out clarity
Clubbing with Bowie
He took the outside and made it very in
Doin' In New York
I stood there on solid ground with buildings moving all around
And set my stall for everyone to see
But someone stole the bread that night and killed the king and took your sight
And that's why you'll never notice me
And I don't know what I'm doing in New York
And I don't know how you're making silence talk
So I went out and asked for things that you and I don't really need
Like all the other people seem to do
And I can't change that you don't care that the situation isn't fair
And you don't even rightly know my name, do you?
And I don't know what I'm doing in New York
And I don't know how you're making silence talk
Path of Least Resistance
See the lawyers count tokens on pay as you go
Another house empty, another life sold
With gurus and profit and rollover souls
On the path of least resistance
Your children’s future you leave to chance
On the path of least resistance
See the doctors with tablets who feather their nests
By picking the twigs out of all of the rest
With platinum plastic they swell up their chests
On the path of least resistance
Your children’s future you leave to chance
On the path of least resistance
See the financial wizards who don't have a clue
"The numbers are broken, we don't have the glue
But we'd like to reward you for being a fool"
On the path of least resistance
Your children’s future you leave to chance
On the path of least resistance
All these things will come to pass
On the path of least resistance
See the writers and poets hashtagged with the man
All trying to find some ridiculous plan
To bring down the mountain by joining the gang
On the path of least resistance
Your children’s future you leave to chance
On the path of least resistance
All these things have come to pass
On the path of least resistance
Billions of people clinging to a mudball floating in the dark
You saw earthrise, remember ? But then you closed your eyes
It's all in the short-term now, random chances leading to locked gilded gates
Spinning out of control, sand between your toes with nobody asking questions that nobody knows
Here be tigers, the space junk reads; through fossils and foliage the veins steal the sky
Knowledge is forgotten, silence is loud, prayers bounce down from clouds on forests scheduled to die
And the virus is a game show with a short attention span
I'd send you its address but I don't know where I am
Do you?
All songs copyright 2024 unlegal people
Look at You
Walking down the street and never knowing who will walk in my way
Tuning into comments from a thousand people wrapped in cars
Taking all the juice and then pretending I’m the edge of the world
Counting all the lights from another prissy,cissy machine
Look at you, just look at you
You think you’re something, just look at you
Walking through the door and then another maddened dash to the glass
Never known a place as bad as this, I think I’ll give it a try
Move my eyes and move my legs and move it ever closer to you
He thinks he's something really yankee dandy, he's an elephant fool
Look at you, just look at you
You think you’re something, just look at you
Light one up and wipe up the steady, streaming tears from my eyes
Even if I took another polo, I could never survive
Hey, where’d you get that hat from, it looks like one I had just last year?
I bought it down in Camden from a man who had a document signed
Look at you, just look at you
You think you’re something, just look at you
Here’s a tip you’ll never guess, I’ll tell you all the things you should say
Even if you live to 94, you’ll never get in my way
Take a map and drown yourself, you’ll find the water’s pleasant tonight
Do us all a favour, eat a pillow and then put out your light
Look at you, just look at you
You think you’re something, just look at you
Have a drink and swallow quick, you never know when this will all end
Contemplate and wave goodbye and sign your will to my best friend
Look at you
Old Fashion
He opened the door and watched the empty space
Finally, it came to him, a way to start the race
He heard an old-fashioned song on the radio
And looked up to heaven and screamed do you know
The cat near the window was showing some signs
I guess he had withdrawal symptoms from a bottle of wine
He heard on old-fashioned song on the radio
And looked up to heaven and screamed do you know
The priest had a problem he wanted to share; how to preach a sermon without losing his hair
He sung an old-fashioned hymn to the crowds below
Who were looking up to heaven with a look of woe
The cat, meanwhile, had developed some sense
He said to me: Never build a garden if you can’t afford a fence
He heard on old-fashioned song on the radio
And looked up to heaven and screamed do you know
What years eat for breakfast, they know how to make themselves go
It’s not my place to judge the human race
But this is something I need to know
Just an old-fashioned song on the radio
We're just an old-fashioned song on the radio
You're just an old-fashioned song on the radio
You look at me as if I just don’t care
Life has always been an unfair funfair
All you really need to know, Everybody has to have their go
Don’t start me singing, Bout a hothouse earth
Don’t start me singing, It could get much worse
Don’t start me singing, From the other side
Don’t start me singing,When will we get wise
I get warnings in the mornings from my drugs and guarantees
I’ve messed it up again and I don’t know what to see
But all you really need to know, Everybody has to take it slow
(chorus)
Like the Yellow Man
I don't want to go there, I was already here
In the rain again
Four and twenty fat cats, eating up my pie
In the rain again
You don't need to understand just what the augers mean
But all the signs are telling me
"Be like the Yellow Man, break the chains if you can"
I saw all my dead friends, waiting in a line
In the rain again
They were going crazy; trying to make me hear
Through the rain again
"You don't need to understand the final deed
But when you breathe you must breathe free"
"Be like the Yellow Man, break the chains if you can"
All the Saints Arrived Today
Take your shoes off and ignore the world outside
Don’t indulge them to become a worthless prize
Can you feel the sense of history on the way?
All the saints arrived today
Don’t believe me, take the sum of all you know
Think about it, all the things that never show
Can you feel the eyes surveying all your ways?
All the saints arrived today
But they’re blind, you will find
They’re far too weak for those they seek
No Alternative
I don’t fail and you won’t lose
I don’t mind what you choose
It’s alright, I won’t cry
You see clouds and I see sky
Where you going with that weight upon your back?
Can’t you see it’s just a virtual attack?
But they leave me no alternative
All the lies can’t disguise what they feel deep inside
They can’t hear what you say, they see clouds anyway
Where you going with that weight upon your back?
Can’t you see it’s just a virtual attack?
But they leave us no alternative
What you see is what you sell and what you sell is what you see
Clubbing with Bowie
The days were young when Ziggy sung
The girls knew how to have their fun
And the boys dressed in vanity
The dudes came out to own the night
My form was slim, my eyes were bright
I needed your sound but I don't need your autograph
And I recall with spaced-out clarity
Clubbing with Bowie
He took the drink right from my hand
You did me a favour, I was already canned
As I followed the star from one zone to the next
The thin white duke was on the town
The people came and gathered round
They broke the band and handed in their hands
And I recall with spaced-out clarity
Clubbing with Bowie
He took the outside and made it very in
Doin' In New York
I stood there on solid ground with buildings moving all around
And set my stall for everyone to see
But someone stole the bread that night and killed the king and took your sight
And that's why you'll never notice me
And I don't know what I'm doing in New York
And I don't know how you're making silence talk
So I went out and asked for things that you and I don't really need
Like all the other people seem to do
And I can't change that you don't care that the situation isn't fair
And you don't even rightly know my name, do you?
And I don't know what I'm doing in New York
And I don't know how you're making silence talk
Path of Least Resistance
See the lawyers count tokens on pay as you go
Another house empty, another life sold
With gurus and profit and rollover souls
On the path of least resistance
Your children’s future you leave to chance
On the path of least resistance
See the doctors with tablets who feather their nests
By picking the twigs out of all of the rest
With platinum plastic they swell up their chests
On the path of least resistance
Your children’s future you leave to chance
On the path of least resistance
See the financial wizards who don't have a clue
"The numbers are broken, we don't have the glue
But we'd like to reward you for being a fool"
On the path of least resistance
Your children’s future you leave to chance
On the path of least resistance
All these things will come to pass
On the path of least resistance
See the writers and poets hashtagged with the man
All trying to find some ridiculous plan
To bring down the mountain by joining the gang
On the path of least resistance
Your children’s future you leave to chance
On the path of least resistance
All these things have come to pass
On the path of least resistance
Billions of people clinging to a mudball floating in the dark
You saw earthrise, remember ? But then you closed your eyes
It's all in the short-term now, random chances leading to locked gilded gates
Spinning out of control, sand between your toes with nobody asking questions that nobody knows
Here be tigers, the space junk reads; through fossils and foliage the veins steal the sky
Knowledge is forgotten, silence is loud, prayers bounce down from clouds on forests scheduled to die
And the virus is a game show with a short attention span
I'd send you its address but I don't know where I am
Do you?
All songs copyright 2024 unlegal people
Look at You
Walking down the street and never knowing who will walk in my way
Tuning into comments from a thousand people wrapped in cars
Taking all the juice and then pretending I’m the edge of the world
Counting all the lights from another prissy,cissy machine
Look at you, just look at you
You think you’re something, just look at you
Walking through the door and then another maddened dash to the glass
Never known a place as bad as this, I think I’ll give it a try
Move my eyes and move my legs and move it ever closer to you
He thinks he's something really yankee dandy, he's an elephant fool
Look at you, just look at you
You think you’re something, just look at you
Light one up and wipe up the steady, streaming tears from my eyes
Even if I took another polo, I could never survive
Hey, where’d you get that hat from, it looks like one I had just last year?
I bought it down in Camden from a man who had a document signed
Look at you, just look at you
You think you’re something, just look at you
Here’s a tip you’ll never guess, I’ll tell you all the things you should say
Even if you live to 94, you’ll never get in my way
Take a map and drown yourself, you’ll find the water’s pleasant tonight
Do us all a favour, eat a pillow and then put out your light
Look at you, just look at you
You think you’re something, just look at you
Have a drink and swallow quick, you never know when this will all end
Contemplate and wave goodbye and sign your will to my best friend
Look at you
Old Fashion
He opened the door and watched the empty space
Finally, it came to him, a way to start the race
He heard an old-fashioned song on the radio
And looked up to heaven and screamed do you know
The cat near the window was showing some signs
I guess he had withdrawal symptoms from a bottle of wine
He heard on old-fashioned song on the radio
And looked up to heaven and screamed do you know
The priest had a problem he wanted to share; how to preach a sermon without losing his hair
He sung an old-fashioned hymn to the crowds below
Who were looking up to heaven with a look of woe
The cat, meanwhile, had developed some sense
He said to me: Never build a garden if you can’t afford a fence
He heard on old-fashioned song on the radio
And looked up to heaven and screamed do you know
What years eat for breakfast, they know how to make themselves go
It’s not my place to judge the human race
But this is something I need to know
Just an old-fashioned song on the radio
We're just an old-fashioned song on the radio
You're just an old-fashioned song on the radio