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"Demons"

"Demons"



Yeah!

If life gives you demons, make a deal.
Meet them at the crossroads, cross your fingers and then sign and seal.
Hey philosophers, make way.
Pascal never had too much stomach for gambling anyway.

At this truth we have arrived, God damn it's great to be alive.

If life gives you demons, make demands.
Take them to the mountain top, show them the valley, then take a chance.
Hey physicians, heal thyself.
I'll make my own way down to hell without your help.

At this truth we have arrived, God damn it's great to be alive.
Doesn't it just break your heart to know that none of this will last?

You're not delivering a perfect body to the grave,
Time is not there to be saved.
Life as a holiday, a moment stolen from the black;
Before the demons drag you back,
You won't get everything you wanted.

Dry mouth, taste of blood,
The iron on the tongue brings up something ancient, something before the flood.
Dust down, stand tall,
Life gave me demons, but I made friends with the devil,
So I'm invincible.
At this truth we have arrived, God damn it's great to be alive.

You're not delivering a perfect body to the grave,
Time is not there to be saved.
Life as a holiday, a moment stolen from the black;
Before the demons drag you back,
You won't get everything you wanted,
But you will never be defeated.
 
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"English Curse"

"English Curse"



Many years back when the old oaks were young
Not long after the Northmen had come
A low and evil deed was done
In the dark of the New Forest

From the shores of Normandy King William came
To Albion fair, King Harold to slay
With greed in his heart and his scurrilous claim
He took the land for his own

Now John was a blacksmith, an honest old man
He raised up his children and worked with his hands
At his family's forge in the patch of land
In the dark of the New Forest

But King William rode out after his victory
To ravage the land in his hunger to thieve
For hunting grounds in the Wessex trees
He took the land for his own
But if you steal the land of an Englishman
Then you will know this curse
Your first born son's warm blood will run
Upon the English earth

King William's son was called Rufus the Red
He took up the crown when his father was dead
And he rode the hunting grounds in his stead
In the dark of the New Forest

But John's curse it called out and Walt Tyrrell fired low
The arrow struck William with a sickening blow
And he fell from his horse to the ground below
And the land took him for it's own

So if you steal the land of an Englishman
Then you will know this curse
Your first born son's warm blood will run
Upon the English earth

Many years back when the old oaks were young
Not long after the Northmen had come
A low and evil deed was done
In the dark of the New Forest
 
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"Eulogy"

"Eulogy"



Not everyone grows up to be an astronaut
Not everyone was born to be a king
Not everyone can be Freddie Mercury
Everyone can raise a glass and sing
Well I haven't always been a perfect person
And I haven't done what mom and dad had dream
But on the day I die
I'll say, at least I fucking tried
That's the only eulogy I need
That's the only eulogy I need
 
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"Faithful Son"

"Faithful Son"



Meet me on the edges of this city, meet me where the underground runs out.
Bring a picnic blanket and your pity, a pen and paper, so I can write things down.
Mother, oh dear mother,
I wasn’t joking when I said that I plan to keep doing this until the day I’m dead.
And I’m not a mirror for you when you were young,
but I still remain your faithful only son.
Lately I’ve been feeling kind of fragile, lately I’ve been feeling all worn out.
What would any of us do if all the dreams we had came true?
What would there be left to dream about?
Father, oh dear father,
I’m not trying to reject the values that you held like winning cards up to your chest.
And I can’t just do the things you wished you’d done,
but I still remain your faithful only son.
The city seems so still, looking down from Highgate Hill.
There’s nothing left for us to say: you taught me everything I know.
You wouldn’t miss me if I stay, you’d never see me if I go.
This is no confession now, this is who I am.
You made me in your image so you have to understand that I did my best as told
and so have become your loving and your faithful only son.
 
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"Father's Day"

"Father's Day"



When I was sixteen I cut myself a Mohawk,
Because I wanted to walk the walk,
And not just talk the talk,
But it was a bit of a disaster because
I did the sides with kitchen scissors,
Because I didn’t have any clippers,
And I didn’t want to use a beard-trimmer –
I’d made that mistake before.

When you got home you didn’t want to talk about what I’d done.
You said I’d let you down, I’d fucked around, when I was only having fun.
With the way that you’ve been lately, you’ve no right to scream and shout.
You and I, we’ve got a lot that we need to talk about.

What’s the point in making vows that you’re never going to keep?
A lifetime lying awake means you’ll never get to sleep.
And all the promises you made, that were painful and untrue,
Of all the things you do they reflect worst on you.

We all have our own devices
For handling mid-life crises –
Usually involves a motorbike and
Suspicious fashion decisions.
But you choose to stave off grey hairs by
Lamely hacking at the sides
With lies and flimsy alibis
For your suspicious expeditions.

When I get home I don’t want to talk about what you’ve done.
Yes you’ve let me down, you’ve fucked around, but I guess you were having fun.
With the way that I’ve been lately, I’ve no right to scream and shout.
You and I, we’ve got a lot that we need to talk about.

You always told me Father’s Day was just another way
Of selling Hallmark greeting cards
Twenty Years of waking sleep, of lying through your teeth,
Meant every Father’s Day spent wondering who the hell you are.

What’s the point in us making vows that we’re never going to keep?
I keep trying to keep you up, but you keep on falling asleep.
And all the promises we made were painful and untrue,
But for better or for worse, I am turning into you.
 
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"Field Of June"
(with Emily Barker & The Red Clay Halo)

"Field Of June"
(with Emily Barker & The Red Clay Halo)



[Frank Turner/Steven Adams:]
The sky is grey now, not blue
She doesn't love me like she used to
There's a cold wind blowing through these leaves along the track
She doesn't love me like she used to

[Emily Barker:]
Today I told my darling in the fields of June
That I do not love him like I used to
But the wind began to howl and the sky turned from blue
When I told him that I do not love him like I used to

[Emily Barker:]
But I burned my hands trying for our love
And I broke my nails too
So don't accuse me now of going back on our vow
I'm gonna bury you in these fields of June

[Frank Turner/Steven Adams:]
How the hell did it ever come to this?
Why does she not love me like before?
I'm lonely and I'm sorry and I don't know what to do
Since she told me that she does not love me like she used to

[Emily Barker:]
Well baby I have reasons that you never listen to
As to why I do not love you like before
And you may be sorry and may not know what to do
But don't bother me, for I do not love you like I used to

[Frank Turner/Steven Adams:]
But I burned my hands trying for our love
And if you go, then I'll split in two
So don't you leave me now, don't go back on our vow
And don't you bury me in these fields of June

[Simultaneous Choruses - Turner/Adams & Barker]
 
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"Fix Me"
(originally by Black Flag)

"Fix Me"
(originally by Black Flag)



Someday
I'll feel no pain
Someday
I won't have a brain
They'll take away the part that hurts
And let the rest remain
Fix me
Fix my head
Fix me please
I don't wanna be dead

Someday
We'll all be rich
Someday
I won't listen to you bitch
I'll turn up the volume
And you can hear all the shit we play just for you

Fix me
Fix my head
Fix me please
I don't wanna be dead

Someday
I'll feel no pain
Someday
I won't have a brain
They'll take away the part that hurts
And let the rest remain

Fix me
Fix my head
Fix me please
I don't wanna be dead

Just fix it
 
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"Four Simple Words"

"Four Simple Words"



Because we're all so very twenty first century,
You're probably listening to me on some kind of portable stereo.
Maybe you're sitting on the back of the bus,
Or it's running up your sleeve, and you're across from your boss,
Or you're sitting in your bedroom on your own with the lights down low.
I'd like to teach you four simple words, so that next time you come to a show,
You could sing those words back at me like they're the only ones that you know:

I want to dance, I want to dance
I want lust and love and a smattering of romance.
But I'm no good at dancing, yet I have to do something.
Tonight I'm going to play it straight, I'm going to take my chance, I want to dance.

Hi ho hi ho hi ho, we're heading out to the punk rock show.
Colleagues and friends condescend with a smile,
But this is my culture man, this is my home.
The dark huddled masses gather at the gate,
The doors at 7, the show starts at 8.
A few precious hours in a space of our own,
And when the band comes on, the only thing I really know:

Is anyone else sick of the music
Churned out by lacklustre scenesters from Shoreditch?
Oh it's all sex drugs and sins, like they're extras from Skins,
But it's OK because they don't really mean it.
I want bands who had to work for their keep,
Drove a thousand miles and played a show on no sleep,
Sleeping on the floor in a stranger's place,
Hungry just to do it all again the next day.

Put your hands on your hips, bring your knees in tight.
Yeah we do this shit together man, no fists, no fights.
We're not trying to shape the world so people think like us,
We just want our own space to dance, no favours no fuss.
On blood sweat and vinyl we have a built ourselves a house,
So if the roof is on fire then we're going to put it out.
Forget about the bitching and remember that you're blessed,
Because punk is for the kids who never fit in with the rest.
Somebody told me that music with guitars
Was going out of fashion, and I had to laugh.
This shit wasn't fashionable back when I fell in love,
So if the hipsters move on why should I give a fuck?

I want to dance, I want to dance,
I want me and you both to join hands down at the front.
So the next time I see you, remember these words so
We'll sing like the barricades are down, and we'll dance like no one's around,
Singing four simple words.
 
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"Front Crawl"

"Front Crawl"



If I was to walk from where I am
To where you are right now
I'd have to cross eight borders and three seas.
But that might show you what you mean to me.

And if I was to make this journey long
I'd have to learn to swim
Much better than my doggy-paddle way.
But then you might believe me when I say

The time will come when you and I
Are not so far away
And I won't be singing this song on that day.

I will set out for your island home
When my front crawl's up to scratch
And when I've written my arrival song.
I'm working on it now, it's almost done.
 
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"Get Better"

"Get Better"



I got me a shovel
And I'm digging a ditch
And I'm going to fight for this four square feet of land like a mean old son of a bitch
I got me a future
I'm not stuck on the past
I got no new tricks, yeah I'm up on bricks but me, I'm a machine and I was built to last

I'm trying to get better because I haven't been my best
She took a plain black marker, started writing on my chest
She drew a line across the middle of my broken heart,
And said: "Come on now, let's fix this mess"
We could get better
Because we're not dead yet

They threw me a whirlwind
And I spat back the sea
I took a battering but I've got thicker skin and the best people I know looking out for me
So I'm taking the high road
My engines running high and fine
May I always see the road rising up to meet me and my enemies defeated in the mirror behind

I'm trying to get better because I haven't been my best
She took a plain black marker, started writing on my chest
She drew a line across the middle of my broken heart,
And said: "Come on now, let's fix this mess"
We could get better
Because we're not dead yet

It's just a knot in the small of your back
You could work it out with your fingers
It's just a tune that got stuck in your head
You could work it out with your fingers
It's just some numbers tangled up in your sums
You could work it out with your fingers
It's just a simple braille mission from the person you miss, a reminder you could always be
A little bit better than this

So try and get better and don't ever accept less
Take a plain black marker and write this on your chest
Draw a line underneath all of this unhappiness
Come on now, let's fix this mess
We could get better
Because we're not dead yet
We could get better
Because we're not dead yet
 
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