1. |
The Rats
05:49
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Oh, we are servile
Oh, we are imbecile
Squabbling over the crumbs
Beneath the captain's table
Life's a smash and grab
For those of us who are able
Fighting my brother to the death
For the scraps that are left
Tumbling in the dark
I will win 'cause I am strong
They say that we don't know
Who the enemies are
We say that they are wrong
We are the rats they'll lull to sleep
With clubs and drugs and Fleet Street
I've got to get ahead
I've got to stand my ground
Under the weight of these others
The ship is going down
The ship is going down
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2. |
Golden One
03:15
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Golden one
I will see you today
You are bound like me
To this place
The days are good
I' m here with you
I dream of your voice
And love that is new
Then one day
I cannot recall
You pierced my center
You connected with the core
Where I am love
And the need to be loved
And nothing more
I spend my days
Sweating in Love's fist
Gagging on these feelings
That mustn't be expressed
Because you are in love
With someone else
You belong
To someone else
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3. |
If There is a Hell
03:26
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If there is a hell
My generation is on the way
In a stolen car
Speeding down the motorway
If there is a hell
Then it's right here on my council estate
We've got everything you need
Everything is for sale
And it's all man made
They say that greed is good
And if you have nothing then you are nothing
And here it is
Welcome to the modern world
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4. |
Crack in the Sun
05:35
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Sun stabs through my window
Room is bleeding with light
God may or may not be in his heaven
But something is definitely not right
I've bawled and toothed and learned to talk
I'm the survivor of many a dark day
I've still got no fillings and no points on my license
But I lost something on the way
There's a crack in the sun today
This perfect day was sent just to mock me
It's merely a surface that conceals a wound
Should I risk the cold to pluck you from safety?
Cut those precious lines some time soon?
Like a thief I would steal you from where you are bound
With promises and love I would have you betray
If I knew I could lead you safely to harbour
I want to jump but I don't know which way
There's a crack in the sun today
I'm no prophet
I can't tell the future
I'm a stranger in your Eden
Merely an observer
Somewhere I had crossed an invisible line
Gatecrashed a honeymoon that was not mine
With no wedding present in my shaking hands to offer
And with no Heaven guaranteed to be better
I should make myself a stone of indifference
A fearful chasm where beauty falls
An arrow poised to kill the cancer
A thin white ghost outside it all
For this fairy tale needs a finer prince
And it's no fairy tale anyway
It's not quite a sermon but it's nearly a fable
The old men nod their heads and say
'There's a crack in the sun today'
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5. |
When You Have Nothing
03:22
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Getting rained on on a Tuesday afternoon
On my way to the dole queue
I stop and look in the shops
They are full of shiny things
And I stop
And I dream a dream or two
The shopkeeper breathes a heavy sigh
The world of work has passed me by
When you have nothing
You think there is nothing they can take away from you
But I don't believe it's true
Beause it's when you have nothing
But a lonely little room
And you have lost your right to consume
That you realize that what you've got is you
And this blank new day to shape anew
I look around me
And no one's got any self-esteem
Everyone looks like they're already done in
Just 'cause you've got nothing
You shouldn't lie face down in the dirt
You should work out how you can win
If this is a rich man's world
Where are all the rich men?
If this is a rich man's world
How come there's so few rich men?
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Instrumental
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You've got your heroes
Pinned to your wall
And you know that you can't touch them
You can't touch them at all
They look so high up
And you don't feel so very tall
Even thinking of them
Makes you fear to fall
How did they get from here to there?
Tell me
Then I might hitch a ride
To the other side of the picture
I'd feel safer
I'd feel much happier inside
Can you imagine Eldritch
Doing a paper round
Wishing he was in the Stooges
Or the Velvet Underground?
We're talking of a world
A long, long way from you
You can only stand in row Z
And admire the view
How did they get from here to there?
Tell me
Then I might hitch a ride
To the other side of the picture
I'd feel safer
I'd feel much happier inside
It's a world to which you listen
Not one you live in
You never get closer than your speakers
Or you television
They're talking, laughing, telling lies
Maybe you could too
Give up your day job
Get a stupid hair cut
You're just a voyeur
Why don't you join the queue?
You've got your heroes
Or maybe they've got you
Maybe you've got each other
To hold on to
You spot each other in a crowd
Before the strangers swell and shift
And the world flicks her cigarette
And smashes us to bits
How did they get from here to there?
Tell me
Then I might hitch a ride
To the other side of the picture
I'd feel safer
I'd feel much happier inside
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8. |
Someone's Daughter
05:19
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Performed by Mark Bosley
Engineered by Mike Turner
Produced and mixed by Mark Bosley and Mike Turner at TOG Studio, Ewelme, 2002.
Words and music Mark Bosley (c) Mark Bosley 2002 (p) Mark Bosley 2002
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9. |
I am the Other
04:16
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I am the other
You are not like me
I am the stranger
I am under siege
From behind the glass
I see you smile
And pout your poison
That'll turn me to a child
You know I'm inferior
You know I'm weak
You speak a language
I cannot speak
Or the words are wrong
When I do
And the songs I sing
They never reach you
You'd give yourself to anyone
Except for me
I am the alien
Staring in the street
Words would only slither
Stillborn from my mouth
Dead things
Unable to get the poison out
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10. |
The Man from Number 18
04:19
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He's got legs like liquorice
He's got hair like Neil
He's not exactly healthy
He's not exactly real
Sometimes you'll find him on the conveyor belt
Complaining about the cold
Complaining about his celibacy
Or at least that's what I'm told
And he's searching for a life
Among records and books
A life that always eludes him
He calls this goddess his fiance
And that goddess his wife
Yes, he is possessed by the Brothers Grimm
They say that he is mad
They say he does not eat enough
They say he likes Tom Baker
And he misses Brian Clough
And he doesn't go out in the day time
Except to sign on the dole
He thinks men are mostly useless
But he likes women on the whole
And he's searching for a life
That he thinks is all right
Although he's not sure that it's out there
If he can get more life today
Than he had yesterday
He still wouldn't be sure
That he's getting his share
He is mad
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Mark Bosley Oxford, UK
Mark has been playing on the Oxford scene and beyond since 1989. He loves the Beatles, the Sisters of Mercy, Richard Thompson and a whole lot more. When Nightshift Magazine dubbed him “the Master of Misery”, he was overjoyed. The current band line-up also features Pete Lock on vocals and percussion, Robin Morris on bass and vocals and long-term partner Eric the Drum Machine on, er, drum noises. ... more
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