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Festival Of Fools
02:13
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I'm sitting in a field full of rich kids playing hippy
There's a stall to save the whales and another that's a chippy
And the music's up and down but all the lights are pretty trippy
And the more I drink the more I think I'm getting pretty lippy
Oooh, we're having such a damn good time
In our autonomous collective
Oooh, we're having such a damn good time
If I look at it objectively
My shoulder's getting tired cause it's weighed down by this chip
And I feel so uninspired and I've bitten through my lip
If I see another glow-stick then I think I'm going to flip
And the music's going bleepy bleepy blip blip blip
Oooh, we're having such a damn good time
We're breaking all the rules now
Oooh, we're having such a damn good time
In our festival of fools
Everyone's so beautiful, everyone's so arty
Everyone has dropped two ton to get into this party
There's guards along the fence but there's no bogroll in the shitter
It's four pound fifty pence to buy a beer but I'm not bitter
I'm drifting in the mud and I am lost among the litter
And I'm sharing the experience with all my friends on Twitter
Oooh, we're having such a damn good time
In our autonomous collective
Oooh, we're having such a damn good time
If I look at it objectively
Oooh, we're having such a damn good time
We're breaking all the rules now
Oooh, we're having such a damn good time
In our festival of fools.
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2. |
Old Blue Witch
02:01
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There's a party tonight in Brixton
Word's begun to spread
They say the widow-making poll taxer cracked her last whip
They say the strike-breaking milk snatcher checked out of the Ritz
It's on the news...
The old blue witch is dead.
There's a party tonight in Brixton
I'll stay at home instead.
Cause the Iron Lady's bastard child is still in Number Ten
And the hospitals are closing and the libraries are gone
In other news...
Some old blue witch is dead.
The rich keep getting richer
While the poor keep getting poorer
And the blue rosettes keep laughing at us all
The rich keep getting richer
While the poor keep getting poorer
What are you going to do?
There's a meeting tonight in Brixton
For all whose blood is red
We're occupying, organising, working to unite
Demonstrating, generating ways to win the fight
Until we do...
That old blue witch ain't dead.
She ain't dead.
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3. |
Move On
02:20
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Chorus:
Move on to the next stage now
Got to move on (right on)
Better (better) move on to the next stage
Gots to move on
On to the next stage, nothing in my way
Travelling, travelling, each day a new day
Past misadventure, fading from my mind
Holding me back so I'm leaving it behind, got to...
Chorus
Skin of the snake, that's such treacherous leather
Close and oppressive and storming the weather
Gonna shuffle it off with a shake and a groove
Leave it behind continue to moo – oo – oo – …
Chorus
Got to keep, Got to keep keep, got to keep on moving yeah.
Got to keep, I got to keep, Got to keep on moo-oo-ooving
Got to keep, I-I got to keep, got to keep on moving now
Got to keep, Got to keep keep, Got to keep on moving
See the skin of the snake...
Chorus
Outro:
Cause I got to keep moving.
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4. |
One Of These Days
02:54
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One of these days I will finally let myself
Be myself, let myself be
One of these days I will open up the cage
Of my past, of my future, of me
Stepping outside, blink in the sunshine
Smiling through rain and clouds
Going to fly through the sky
With the wind in my eye
Soon as I think I'm allowed...
One of these days I will wake up completely
Oh ho ho – be wholly awake and alive
One of these days I will have all of the answers
All the questions, all the will, all the drive.
Stepping outside...
I think I'm allowed now
One of these fine days one of these fine days
I'm allowed now
One of these fine days one of these fine days
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5. |
Bob Crow
02:31
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I dreamed I saw Bob Crow last night,
Alive as you or me
Said I, “But Bob, you're two years dead,”
“I never died,” says he.
“I never died,” says he.
“The papers, Bob,” says I to him
Him standing by my bed.
“They said you had a heart attack.”
Said Bob, “But I ain't dead.
“The Evening Standard killed you, Bob,
They ground you down,” says I.
“Takes more than that to kill a man,”
Says Bob. “I didn't die.”
And standing there as large as life
And smiling with his eyes,
Says Bob, “What they could never kill
Goes on to organise.”
“Bob Crow ain't dead,” he says to me.
“Bob Crow ain't never died.
When working folk are out on strike
Bob Crow is by their side.”
From Dollis Hill to Tooting Bec,
From Woodford to Heathrow,
Where working folk defend their rights
It's there you'll find Bob Crow.
I dreamed I saw Bob Crow last night
Alive as you or me.
Said I, “But Bob, you're two years dead.”
“I never died,” says he.
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6. |
Mermaid Song
03:45
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You came from the sea with a cross in your pocket
And marks on your face where they beat you to silence
They promised you everything, left you with nothing
Not even your name, or your clothes or your passport
Chorus
And here comes another man just like the other men
Let him come quickly and soon go away again
Here comes another guy just like the other guys
Blind to the naked hate smouldering in your eyes
In your eyes,
In your eyes, smouldering in your eyes.
And now you're a mermaid and no-one can sell you
And no-one can hurt you and no-one can tell you
Now you're a mermaid, your song is the ocean
It floats with the tides in perpetual motion
Chorus
If you look upon my face you will remember me until the day you die
Until the day the waters close above your head
Until they close above your head
I am a daughter of the ocean, I have travelled many miles on a lie
So many miles on a promise left unsaid
On a promise left unsaid
Now you're a mermaid and no-one can sell you
And no-one can hurt you and no-one can tell you
Now you're a mermaid, your song is the ocean
You float with the tides in perpetual motion
Now you're a mermaid – mm, mm, mm
Now you're a mermaid – mm, mm, mm
Now you're a mermaid – mm, mm, mm
Now you're a mermaid – mm, mm mm.
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7. |
What Kelly Knew
04:02
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Doctor David Kelly was a quiet man of peace
A British civil servant in the arms control police
He spent the nineteen nineties working for the UN team
That oversaw the end of Saddam's bio-weapons dream.
Kelly was a scientist, his field micro-biology
No-one knew more 'bout biowarfare weapons and technology
A man of truth and science, they rewarded him so well
They made him CMG, he nearly won a Peace Nobel
Fast forward to 2002 and Bush and Blair had plans for war
Kelly got the dossier that said Iraq was ready for
The use of dirty weapons in three-quarters of an hour
Kelly knew it wasn't true and here the tale goes sour.
He spoke to Andrew Gilligan, a journo for the BBC
“I'll tell you what I know,” said Kelly. “Just don't say that it was me.”
In the storm that followed they hung Kelly out to dry.
Unusually the MoD confirmed he was the guy.
Chorus
And it was just like Kelly said.
“If the war in Iraq goes ahead,
They'll probably find me dead In the woods.”
They called it suicide.
Ain't saying that they lied.
But what Kelly knew has died with him for good.
I'm not one for conspiracies, but Kelly's death was very strange
The day he died he spoke of many dark actors playing games
They found him in the woods full of coproxamol, they said
He'd slashed his wrists as well just to make sure that he was dead.
And clever Kelly managed not to leave a print upon the knife
That slashed his ulnar artery, from which it's hard to lose your life
Both the paramedics who were present at the scene
Remarked how little blood there was – no doubt his death was clean.
But trust the British Government to clear up any mystery
They never held an inquest to this day – instead the history
Is this – they got Lord Hutton to investigate the case.
He found the BBC were guilty – Blair could save some face.
Now many questions still remain – we'll never know the truth I fear
Ask Hutton – look him up sometime – a whitewash man his whole career
But Norman Baker wrote a very interesting book
And when you're done with that you might read up on Robin Cook.
Chorus
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8. |
Carolina
04:22
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I was walking down the road to Carolina
Day was dawning on the beach with Carolina
People talking saying nothing could be sweeter
But I know that they don't know Carolina
Chorus
Won't you take me away – hey – oh Carolina
Ain't going to stay here, oh no
Oh no – oh – oh, Carolina.
People say that the city's going to fall
But I know that just isn't true at all
Anyway, the city fell some years ago
Have to say ain't nobody seems to know
Chorus
Instrumental verse
Chorus
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9. |
Useful Things
03:31
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Gay definitions, enthralling inaccuracy
Grey propositions of hope and felicity
Fake inquisitions divorced from reality
Take your positions and then call them eternity
What can you do when it's all a commodity
Nothing is true in the jaws of insanity
Welcoming you to the bowels of conformity
Shitting you through the historical lavatory
Turn out the lights
Open the curtains
Dirty daylight just filtering in
Go and do useful things
Go and do useful things
Go and do useful things
You win.
No I said it you win.
Organised government, truth and democracy
Binding the firmament we all call society
No room for argument, that would mean anarchy
With as a consequent rape and brutality
What can be said when you're hamstrung semantically
Here in my head with my own private dictionary
Leaving unread all my meaningless poetry
When I am dead it will all die too along with me
Chorus
Instrumental verse
Chorus.
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10. |
Stuttgart In October
02:06
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Oooooh, yeah
Oooooh, yeah.
Are you a student, academic or a lunatic
You're probably all three
Now I've been trying to give up ogling
But it doesn't come easily
And I look into your eyes across the carriage of a train
I get the message – it wasn't meant for me.
No it wasn't meant to be
Now I'm a lover I'm a loser I'm a lunatic
I live in chaos for the moment you see
You are a woman on a mission in Wurttemberg
Hanover and Saxony
And I miss you so bad I've got to stay up all night
Playing Doom and Duke Nukem 3D.
Duke Nukem 3D.
It was Stuttgart in October
Doesn't sound romantic when you put it like that
Stuttgart in October
Oh woah oh
Stuttgart in October
Doesn't sound romantic when you put it like that
It was Stuttgart in October
Woah oh oh oh,
Woah oh oh.
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11. |
Valentine's Day
02:01
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Valentine's Day in the cemetery
All of the dancers are dead
Been running so long don't know where I went wrong
I don't even know what I just said.
Valentine's Day in the mortuary
All of the knives are so clean
They shine in the sun as they whisper of one
Who will show them the things they have seen
On Valentine's Day,
Valentine's Day.
Just a few hours, till it's all gone away.
Valentine's Day in the hospital
All of the nurses are gone
Been looking for you, I don't know what to do
I don't even remember this song
Valentine's Day in the dockyard
All of the ships sail away
And I'm left here alone with a flower and a phone
And a rock and a handful of hay.
And a handful of hay
Handful of hay
Just a few hours, till it's all gone away
On Valentine's Day
Valentine's Day.
Just a few hours, till it's all gone away.
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12. |
Brenda Finn
02:14
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I went down to Embankment on an August afternoon,
Twas there I spied sweet Brenda Finn all shining like the moon,
Victoria Embankment Park is pretty in the sun,
But prettier than Brenda Finn you won't find anyone
Oh Brenda Finn oh Brenda Finn, the apple of my eye
If I can't have sweet Brenda Finn I tell you I may die
I told her that my friends and I were going for a few
She said, “But I am working now, I cannot drink with you,
(But) I order you to come to Covent Garden later on,
If you can find me there perhaps we'll have a drink anon.”
Oh Brenda Finn oh Brenda Finn, and what will happen then?
If I can't find sweet Brenda Finn I won't see her again.
I went to Covent Garden, I was walking round and round
But – oh – my pretty Brenda Finn was nowhere to be found.
And just as I was leaving, I was going home to cry,
Someone came up behind me and I heard a voice say, “Hi.”
“Oh Brenda Finn, oh Brenda Finn oh there you are at last,
Come on and have a drink with me, my heart is beating fast.”
“I will not have a drink with you, I have an aching head.
But gladly will I sit with you and rest a while,” she said.
And so it was that Brenda Finn and I became good friends.
And later we were lovers too, but that's not where it ends.
Oh Brenda Finn, oh Brenda Finn, oh will you marry me.
If I can't marry Brenda Finn I don't know what will be.
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Fit and the Conniptions London
I'm Wayne Myers, a singer-songwriter from London. I've been recording and performing increasingly misnamed bluesy folk-rock under the name Fit and the Conniptions since December 2005.
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