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A Going Concern
03:56
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I could win this race
Or burn out running just to stay in place
If I play the game
Will things work out pretty much the same?
It's a strange, easy feeling
Always freewheeling
If I don't, then I still will find that I wind up downhill
Take me with you
Cos you seem to know just what to do
If I don't play the game
Will things work out pretty much the same?
It's a strange, easy feeling
Always freewheeling
If I don't, then I still will find that I wind up downhill
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Tin Man
03:13
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I am the last tin man, I make a tin man stand
It's two foot tall and bound to fall
Oh what an artless way to spend every day
I'm afraid to have strong feelings either way
I'm sorry I can't help you, but you must help yourself
Cos crying into this drink's no good for your mental health
And now it's boiling under, I heard it on your tongue
I laughed a heartless laugh and drank it dumb
These tin man tears are rusting me away
I'm burning photographs on New Year's day
Good old self deprecation hides desperation well
I'd love to connect to you but I'm still stuck inside my shell
[pause for thought]
You can't just say "If only..." when its after the fact
"I could have but I didn't" will be your epitaph
Now every New Year's is a bloodless coup
Twelve months of ghosts overthrown by you
Turned another leaf I completely forgot
The original thing I was turning from
Are you sick and tired of feeling bored?
Well you shoulda come to me, come to me, my lord!
You shoulda come to me, come to me, my lord!
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Lucky Nº 7
02:44
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You got t'assemble in the morning, grab your shoes, hit the road
Watch out for the monsters who will haunt as you go
Look out from the palace, there ain't no rhythm there ain't no right
I'm here breaking bottles where you left me last night
Sometimes she says sorry, does she mean it? Does she hell.
I can't win or lose. I'm so confused: can't you tell?
She says "Baby, come dancing"
You know I can't...
It's crashing on the tiles
It's whispered in your ear
It's all over the town
Your number seven's here
In out goes my breathing
A pulse flows and starts
Sing out goes my voice
Pitter patter goes my heart
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Beat The Heat
05:32
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I know you
You know me
Something's wrong
We agree
I know you
And we're lying here not looking in each other's eyes
You know me
And it doesn't seem to help us that we realise
Something's wrong
Somewhere a dog is barking in the street
We agree
Because we love each other we can beat the heat
Beat the heat
You know you can beat the heat
Beat the heat
You know you can't beat the heat
Beat the heat
You can beat the heat
Beat the heat
You can beat the heat
If they could see you now
They never would believe it
If they could see you now
They never would believe it
Beat the heat
You can't beat the heat
Beat the heat
You can't beat the heat
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Lamont/Bailey/Wall Dublin, Ireland
Lamont/Bailey/Wall have been a going concern since summer 2010. We are Ian Lamont (guitar, keyboards, singing), James Bailey (bass guitar), Patrick Wall (electronics, singing), Cillian Murphy (saxophone) and Yann Chalmers (electronics). We make electronic art pop music in Dublin, Ireland. ... more
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