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The Margin
03:32
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[instrumental]
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[Face in the Window (1)]
A world of illusions built up in his mind
A construct of sadness
With walls like a castle, he’ll make you believe
There’s nothing and no one he needs
But he stares at the crowd
Dreams of belonging somehow
The face in the window tries to see
[Bandwagon Song]
What a beautiful day
Look at me I’m away
You’ll find me on a bandwagon into the sun.
Read about it last year
Now I’ve finally got all the gear
I don’t know much but what I do I tell everyone
Half-hearted at best – it’s fine
The same as the rest – it’s time
Opinions are left behind
I’ll take ridicule to get to sublime
For this week’s cliché – the bandwagon way
Come on inside
Let’s go for a ride
It’s not that far
And we’ll jump off when it stops being fun
But you can’t disagree
Cos we’ll fight for what you believe
Though if it’s worthwhile doing it’s already been done.
Career MPs – on board!
Celebrity chefs – on board!
Sunday magazines – on board!
So easy to change from what we were before
But if you’re too late
Don’t worry just wait
For next week’s cliché
It’s the bandwagon way.
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3. |
Taken For A Fool
05:54
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Looking for a reason, a meaning to all that surrounds him
As he unravels, making no sense of his feelings
In this confusion he’s lost any moral direction
You’ll never see him, he’s in your peripheral vision
The place you never look, the face you never see
So he’s gonna take a walk to the other side
Find a secret place, settle down and hide
And he’s not coming out till the turning tide
Makes something change.
Cos there’s nothing he can say, not already said
Nothing he can do worth leaving bed
Nowhere he can run, so once again
He’s on his own.
Ooh – see yourself from the inside
Ooh – everyone else from the outside
He doesn’t understand, pretence is fooling nobody
So he’ll pack a suitcase, and leave space for all of his memories
The thoughts he never had, the man he never was
So he’s gonna take a walk to the other side
Find a secret place, settle down and hide
And he’s not coming out till the turning tide
Makes something change.
Cos there’s nothing he can say, not already said
Nothing he can do worth leaving bed
Nowhere he can run, so once again
He’s on his own.
Noone knows his name
He doesn’t know the rules
So he can’t play the game
And he’s taken for a fool
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4. |
My Generation
02:06
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Politicians divide
Opinions change with the tide
Cos no one has any time
For people sold down the line
There’s been a change in the atmosphere
As it swings from love to fear
Can you feel the tension here?
Hey man, is our generation to blame?
Why the hell we doing all this?
Was it something I missed?
Responsibility – we don’t want to see.
Follow blindly, pay and adopt
Counting profit don’t count the cost
Like a limpet stuck to a rock
If you don’t cling on then you’re lost.
When you think it can get no worse
Throw yourself in the family hearse
To escape your peer’s curse.
Hey man, is our generation to blame?
Why the hell we doing all this?
(Was it something I missed?
Accountability – it really wasn’t me!
Responsibility – super slippery!
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5. |
The Watching Girl
06:17
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Every day alone in the station lounge
She writes tragic back stories for everyone around
She’s got her father’s eyes, but her mother knows
The watching girl has nowhere left to go
There’s nothing except their lies
There’s nothing except their ways
There’s nothing except this time – technocracy gone wild!
Fear and impotence keep her awake at night/in the dead of night
She has mild dystopian dreams just to prove she’s right
She can’t believe the things others do by choice
The watching girl finds it hard not to miss the point
Cos if you play the game, take everything, leave nothing
And then tell the world that it’s all such fun
Would you choose the same if the consequence of living hard
Was dying young?
Sensory deprivation that’s self-imposed
Caricaturise yourself on your camera phone
All the mindless games, in the constant stream
Of images and noise, ignore the silent scream
She doesn’t accept their lies
She won’t accept their ways
She can’t accept the time – technocracy denial.
Cos if you play the game, take everything, leave nothing
And then tell the world that it’s all such fun
Would you choose the same if the consequence of living hard
Was dying young?
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6. |
The Writing
04:03
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[instrumental]
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7. |
A Feeling Not There
06:18
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Waiting for the clock to move, staring at the wall
You hope to find the time to stop your fall
When it seems like all the colours fade away
All that’s left are shades of grey.
Confiscate your bleeding heart, bottle up your tears
Sacrifice your hidden voice that no one hears
Disillusioned – overwhelmed before you start
This illusion tears your, your soul apart
It’s hard to take anymore
Knocking at the door… let me in
Life is just a constant fight
But nothing ever really makes the change from wrong to right
All you fought for – was it ever really worth the years
Now your future disappears
Hard to take anymore (but too late to begin)
Knocking at the door (someone let me in)
Caught between the truth (and everything you fear)
Sentimental proof (but never quite )
So you pretend you don’t care (and no one feels the pain)
Of a feeling not there
(Cannot take anymore) But it’s too late to give in
(Knocking at the door) But noone lets you in
(Driving me insane) If you pretend you don’t care
(Then I don’t feel the pain) Of a feeling not there
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8. |
Face in the Window (2)
04:16
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It’s always the same
He’s on the outside, looking in,
Trying to understand
How he could fit right in
Forever feeling left out and on his own.
The bridges burn.
Lost in the shadows of orange flame
Feels like he’s come so far
Nowhere left to go
Places he doesn’t know so far, so far from home.
The face in the window with tears in his eyes… can’t see.
Time passes by.
Just like a train going round the track,
Wanting to make it stop.
Living between the lines
Trying so hard to find meaning to all the signs.
The face in the window that sees through your lies.
... that tried compromise.
... now wears a disguise.
... with tears in his eyes… is me.
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9. |
Backwards Degree
06:19
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All your neat conspiracies
Have got me down, I’m on my knees.
The only thing of which I’m certain
Is I know nothing.
We all know how it goes
But the cynic inside me knows
That the next year will be same
Only faces may have changed.
Look hard and you may find it
The writing in the margin
The past was ours before it was stolen
You ask what I believe in
And is it more than nothing?
The future’s in our hands and it’s golden.
We must find a solution
Decide what the future should be
Moving on and marching forward now
We must fight for the things we believe
Every counter revolution
Begins with a backward degree
Generations bound to a past mistake
Misguided choices that were never really yours to make
The people in the margin’s gonna bring them down
Pressing on and getting stronger now
Raise your voices above the crowd and tell everyone
Just a page in history
Between war and tragedy
The years of friendship, we saw the same
Now see the difference in years of pain
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10. |
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[instrumental]
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11. |
In This Together
07:59
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Feel – keep feeling
Accept the ‘hows’ beyond the ‘whys’.
Search – keep searching
Read between the lies
The Land of Whatever
If no one cares then it disappears
But we’re in this together
Living with our fears
Take your place, hand in hand
See the others by your side
Understand if you really can
You’re not the only one to cry
The Land of Whatever
If no one cares then it disappears
But we’re in this together
Living with our fears
Can you read the writing?
It isn’t clear but it’s everywhere
The writing in the margin
Everyone’s welcome here
Feel – keep feeling
Search – keep searching
Can you read the writing?
It isn’t clear but it’s everywhere
The writing in the margin
Everyone’s welcome here
The face in the window
Closes his eyes as he turns away
The future starts tomorrow
Now he’s not so alone today
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