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Lonely
03:03
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I’m just so terribly lonely
Trapped here inside my skull
Wanna get out and play
Want the people to say
Hey man you’re okay
We’re all lonely as well
I phoned up the radio station
But the DJ cut my call
And I let out a groan
As the dialtone’s drone
Told me I’m all alone
With nobody at all
If I just disappeared tomorrow
I’d barely leave a trace
My place in the line
At the bus stop would fill
And my swipe card from work
Would be quietly erased
I’m just so terribly lonely
I’m not even sure I’m here
Every place that I’ve been to
I seem to be seen through
No one’s even mean to me
I’m just thin air
When you’re lonely like a Wordsworth cloud
When you’re solo like a lead guitar
Even in the biggest crowd
You are alone
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The world is stuffed with little people
Stuck with little minds
And though they seem to see right through you
They will never look inside
And they will say these little things
Just guaranteed to drive you wild
But they don’t know you
They don’t know you like I know you
The whole world’s full of arseholes
Playing holier-than-thou
And they will tell you that you do it wrong
Though they will never tell you how
To do it right, and I know why
It’s cos they’ve no idea themselves
And they don’t know you
They don’t know you like I know you
They say you’re old, but they don’t know
They say you’re ugly, but they don’t know
They say you’re strange, but they don’t know
Honey, they don’t know you like I do
They say you’re mad, but they don’t know
You’re stone cold crazy, but they don’t know
They say you’re odd, but they don’t know
Honey, they don’t know you like I do
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Inflation
02:56
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There used to be a lot of stuff
And not many people
So things didn’t cost much
And folks were worth heaps
Now we’re running out of stuff
And there’s more people than are needful
So things are getting pricey
And humans are cheap
Soon we’ll be the only things left on earth
And then what will we be worth?
Time to push the panic button
Amble for your lives
Let’s all stampede the melting streets
With wild unseeing eyes
Because everything you’ve ever known
Is winding up to blow
And if there’s ever been a time to panic
The time is surely now
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Friday unfurls like a fist letting go
Of the scruff of your neck
And you run for the door
Cos you know that you only have fifty-five hours
Till freedom dissolves and Monday devours
Birds do it, bees do it
Suspended in the air
And the solo mums with the benefit babies
Shake it all over town like they just don’t care
They don’t care
Evening enfolds you and drowns out the cries
Of a bleary-eyed morning
Which tries to remind you
By beating your body all over the insides
That everything beautiful comes at a price
And you say:
I’m going to get some
If I have to pay for it
And the rugby boys get their nice suits dirty
With the living shit kicked from their innocent victims
You go in first bro and I’ll back you up
Cos he talks a big game but he can’t be that tough
Nah I never start shit but you better be sure
If it starts I’ll finish it
I’ll finish it
Birds do it, and I would too
But now it’s morning and the pubs are dead
So we run to the hills for our rented beds
While the hangover hangs over all of our heads
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5. |
I Wanna Rock
03:02
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I wanna rock
To throw through your window
I wanna hear it crash and clatter on the floor
I wanna thrill
Clinging to your windowsill
And feel the red stuff seeping through my pores
I wanna creep
Across your room while you sleep
My breath pressed tight against my chest
Swift and smooth
As a needle in a groove
While my knuckles glow white in the dark
Sweetness, you know
I don’t want to hurt you
But I will if I have to
O yes, I will if I have to
I wanna roll
Around the floor of your lounge
And feel the carpet tickle my hide
I wanna open
Drawers and wardrobe doors
And see what you keep hidden inside
I wanna stop
Stock still at the drop of a pin
My heart banging like a drum machine
Flit through your door
And be back home before
Anybody knows where I’ve been
Sweetness, you know
I don’t want to scare you
But I will if I have to
Oh yes, I will if I have to
I don’t want to hurt you
But I will
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Let’s sit down and have a chat
You’ve been one of our most productive units
It would surely be a shame to let you go
But you say things to people other people don’t say to people
You say things they only think
When they are in the dark alone
We understand that everybody’s different
And that it takes all sorts to make a world
But based on what I’m hearing from your peers
I have to say that it’s becoming clear
You’re in a world of your own
So get with the programme, get with the programme
You know that we are only here to help
So get with the programme, get with the programme
But first you must be prepared to help yourself
Now listen
We are not without a sense of humour
But some things simply fall beyond the pale
And when the things that you call jokes
Are sowing anguish and dismay, it’s little wonder
That our patience starts to fail
So get with the programme, get with the programme
You know that we are only here to help
So get with the programme, get with the programme
But first you must be prepared to help yourself
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7. |
An Act Of Good Faith
03:53
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She asked me to help
So I tried to help her
Cos that’s what I’m here for
That’s what they pay me to do
An act of good faith
Although I’m only little
I want to be seen as a man
Who does what he says he will do
So I asked her to hold
And I played her some music
I pushed the right buttons
Set the right wheels in motion
Cos if it’s gotta be done
You might as well do it properly
And there are forms to observe
And there are processes due
I did what I could
In the way that I should have
But it sometimes happens in cases like this
That my hands are tied
So I took her off hold
And I told her, I’m sorry
It’s a matter of policy
Something that I couldn’t change if I tried
And she said some things
That don’t be repeating
Although she repeated some of them
Quite a few times
I didn’t speak
I just sat there and took it
Cos that’s what I’m here for
That’s what they pay me to do
She said, if you won’t help me
At least put me through to
Somebody who can
I said, look there’s no chance
You’ll just get the same answer
You don’t understand
This is out of my hands
Five o’clock came
Just when I’d given up hoping
I walked home by the water
My hands felt so big at the end of my arms
Just me and the suits
Fresh let out of our boxes
Over hundreds of faces
A single expression of hopeless calm
Just take a look at yourself
You can start from your hands
You can do things
That no other animal can
You’ve got huge frontal lobes
And opposable thumbs
Given to you at birth
Now what good have they done you
When people come to you
With simple requests
And you do what you can
But you know that your best
Isn’t good enough
Your best is not even yours
It’s a policy matter
It’s out of your hands
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I never met you
But I will never forget you
Cos everyone was asking what the hold up was
And the hold up was you
Nailed beneath the wheels of the 3.30 to Upper Hutt
I never met you
And now I’ll never get to
But I feel as though we suffered from the same despair
And you have shown a courage I will never share
The faces at the station were painted with impatience
They shuffled feet and checked their watches testily
And thought of all those dinners
Going cold out in the misty valley
They did not want your courage
They did not want your despair
They just wanted you scraped up
So that the Main Trunk would be clear
And I suppose that someone loved you
Though not quite enough to save you
But you will always be remembered
You will always be remembered
As a hold-up on the Valley Line
At rush-hour on a Friday afternoon
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If we were only idiots
This’d all be so much easier
I’d say something mindless
You’d giggle with mindless glee
I wouldn’t disgust myself
You wouldn’t see straight through me
We’d just do something dumb
And wonderful
If we were thick as two short planks
We’d fit each other famously
I wouldn’t cut my fingers on your splinters
Every time that I reach out
If you weren’t quite so sharp
You wouldn’t cut me up
We’d just do something wonderful
And dumb
So let’s just do something dumb
Something dumb and wonderful
So let’s just do something dumb
Something dumb and wonderful
Hey, let’s just do something dumb
Something dumb and wonderful
Let’s just do something dumb
Something dumb and wonderful
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10. |
Small Worlds
03:17
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Your mind’s a twist of chaos
Like a beat poem in a thought bubble
And the sedative’s repetitive denial
Of any trouble’s like a tape
Stuck in a tape loop in a takeover
Not so much hostile
As passively aggressive
A fully-leveraged sellout
And we say things and we sign things
That we mean and that we don’t mean
And we mean things that we don’t say
And we say things that are just mean
And the rude boys make a brute noise
Like the clanging of a klaxon
A leucotomised cacophony
Signifying nothing
I will see you where parallel lines meet
In a freezing inferno, the future’s bright behind me
And we will dance in our thousands on the head of a pin
Where there’s nothing as small as a world
Your mind’s a list of answers
That will snap back like a mousetrap
Automatically when questioned
Like a fielder squealing “Howzat!”
Though it’s s’posed to be rhetorical
He still thinks you should applaud that
He’s done one time successfully
The only thing he’s good at
And we lose things and we find things
That we need and that we don’t need
And we need things that we don’t want
And we want it to be just greed
As a small proof that we’re human
And we’re prey to human error
An excuse for mediocrity
That we hope to conquer never
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Repeat these motions
No pain, no gain
Feel your forehead veins bulge
Under unnatural strain
Grow, grow
Increase in mass
Your body is a temple
Burn to build to burn to build
To become some body
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12. |
Shining Light
07:08
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You are a shining light
A blazing irridescence
You are a brilliant glow
An ardent phosphorescence
You shimmer glaringly
You glint and gleam and glisten
You corruscate and flicker
Scintillating, incandescent
You are a dazzling spark
A flash of illumination
You beam and glance and sparkle
Rays of radiation
You effervesce and glimmer
You shimmer, wink and twinkle
You glitter and you glister and
You spangle and you sparkle
You are a waxing fire
A luminiscent cinder
A flicker of refulgence
A burning luminescence
You dazzle with your lustrous sheen
Both luminous and lambent
You candently fluoresce
Reflect resplendent opalescence
You are a shining light
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Vorn Wellington, New Zealand
“Vorn Colgan has been New Zealand's best-kept musical secret for so long now that it seems almost a shame to spoil it.” – Simon Sweetman, offthetracks.co.nz
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