1. |
Leopards
04:20
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Leopards
We all have our convictions
Fossilising in our minds
We all have predilections
We collect them over time
Don’t tie yourself in knots
No fingers can unpick
I’ve seen a leopard change its spots
Don’t beat yourself with that old stick
CHORUS
Cos it’s okay to change your mind
You could do U turn on it
You could do U turn on it
None of this is set in stone
You could do U turn on it
You could do U turn
Between the fact and all the fiction
Between the conquer and divide
There’s a potential evolution
And it’s whatever you decide
A concrete point of view
Could be a heavy cross to bear
Well if you’re trying something new
No one’s judging you I swear
CHORUS
Don’t tie yourself in knots
No fingers can unpick
I’ve seen a leopard change its spots
Don’t beat yourself with that old stick YODA
Cos it’s okay
Yeah, it’s alright
CHORUS
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2. |
For H
04:06
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For H
You got the kind of smile to make a vicar wish
Got me all sorts of ways like liquorice
The way I love you it may be too inconspicuous
I should show you all the time it’s ridiculous
Still, cupid never seems to get sick of us
Chill, Christmas everyday no need for Nicholas
Angels up above see how they’re clapping us
Like we discovered a new species of love, Galapagos
Back to the, back to the mattress
You’re the catalyst for 100% unfiltered happiness
When this world gets venomous
Storm clouds up ahead of us
There could never really be anything instead of us
But it’s hard not to be a pessimist
When your hanging off of a precipice
This world without you’s just a premises
Your love is sunlight
Your love is done right
A lot of love don’t run right
Ends up a bun fight
But never this
Never this x2
You make my thoughts impure
You’re a force majeure
My hooligan Boudican conqueror
18 years deep
Bonafide veterans
Playing the long game
And it’s better than it’s ever been
Ties never severing
Lies we never let ‘em in
Cancel the shotgun, run run tell the reverend
It’s only ever been you, me and the ankle-biters
Wading through the detritus
Strumming on balalaikas
Or some such
I digress
Your beautiful brain burns brightest, your highness
I’ll be your Charlie Brown you can be my Linus
Two whole souls stay gold touching Midas
Your love is sunlight
Your love is done right
A lot of love don’t run right
Ends up a bun fight
But never this
Never this x2
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3. |
Like Yoda
03:52
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Like Yoda
I’ve got the worst hangover
Looking a lot like Yoda
Lying on the sofa
Dying for Coca Cola
Could somebody turn me over
Cos I can’t feel my shoulder
Looking just like my father
Only 20 years older
And my kids are looking at me like
Who the fuck are you?
Breath like dogshit
Speckled in spew
Feeling like a mummy
In the British Museum
Or a piece of dead meat
In a Roman coliseum
But
CHORUS
What’s a man to do
What’s a man to do
What’s a man to do when he keeps getting carried away
When he keeps getting carried away
What’s a man to do
What’s a man to do
What’s a man to do when he keeps getting carried away
When he keeps getting carried away
On the morning after
I’m a blatant disaster
Praying at the porcelane
Shaking like I’m all in
Losing my self control
Sweating pure alcohol
I’m a million years old it’s true
It’s true yeah
And my kids are looking at me like
Who the fuck is this?
On the bathroom floor
All clenched like a fist
Still feeling like a mummy
In the British Museum
Or a skinny passifist
In a Roman coliseum
But
CHORUS
Should probably put the brush to the teeth now
Turn over this weeks new leaf now
It’s like I’m trying to get dry with a tea towel
Every damn day just delete and repeat, how
Am I so pathetic
The opposite of copasetic
Gets right on top of me if I let it
Remember when friends were electric, woah
Every time I leave the house at night
I keep getting carried away
I keep getting carried
Every time I leave the house at night
I keep getting carried away
I keep getting carried
I got the worst hangover
Looking a lot like Yoda
Lying on the sofa
Waiting for my chauffeur
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4. |
Palomino Dreams
03:21
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Palomino Dreams
Crossed the border in the evening time
With the horizon swallowing light
And the river was a single line
Black water lonely, only
Feening for the sea
We sat up in the heather
To watch the heavens scrolling by
And the nights are long and lean
They turn from red to green
And all it’s ever been
Is Palomino dreams
We take the moments as they find us
Frozen in a swollen gigabyte
And the frequencies that bind us
Remind us
We are climbers
On a dusty mountainside
We sat up in the heather
To watch the heavens scrolling by
And the nights are long and lean
They turn from red to green
And all it’s ever been
Is Palomino dreams
You’ve always been a warrior/worrier
In both senses of the word
And this life has many blades
But lately we only use one
I could be watching my own back
Or could I be watching my son’s
Still the nights are long and lean
They turn from red to green
And all it’s ever been
Is Palomino dreams
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5. |
For H (Acoustic)
02:51
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For H
You got the kind of smile to make a vicar wish
Got me all sorts of ways like liquorice
The way I love you it may be too inconspicuous
I should show you all the time it’s ridiculous
Still, cupid never seems to get sick of us
Chill, Christmas everyday no need for Nicholas
Angels up above see how they’re clapping us
Like we discovered a new species of love, Galapagos
Back to the, back to the mattress
You’re the catalyst for 100% unfiltered happiness
When this world gets venomous
Storm clouds up ahead of us
There could never really be anything instead of us
But it’s hard not to be a pessimist
When your hanging off of a precipice
This world without you’s just a premises
Your love is sunlight
Your love is done right
A lot of love don’t run right
Ends up a bun fight
But never this
Never this x2
You make my thoughts impure
You’re a force majeure
My hooligan Boudican conqueror
18 years deep
Bonafide veterans
Playing the long game
And it’s better than it’s ever been
Ties never severing
Lies we never let ‘em in
Cancel the shotgun, run run tell the reverend
It’s only ever been you, me and the ankle-biters
Wading through the detritus
Strumming on balalaikas
Or some such
I digress
Your beautiful brain burns brightest, your highness
I’ll be your Charlie Brown you can be my Linus
Two whole souls stay gold touching Midas
Your love is sunlight
Your love is done right
A lot of love don’t run right
Ends up a bun fight
But never this
Never this x2
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6. |
Like Yoda (Acoustic)
03:27
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Like Yoda
I’ve got the worst hangover
Looking a lot like Yoda
Lying on the sofa
Dying for Coca Cola
Could somebody turn me over
Cos I can’t feel my shoulder
Looking just like my father
Only 20 years older
And my kids are looking at me like
Who the fuck are you?
Breath like dogshit
Speckled in spew
Feeling like a mummy
In the British Museum
Or a piece of dead meat
In a Roman coliseum
But
CHORUS
What’s a man to do
What’s a man to do
What’s a man to do when he keeps getting carried away
When he keeps getting carried away
What’s a man to do
What’s a man to do
What’s a man to do when he keeps getting carried away
When he keeps getting carried away
On the morning after
I’m a blatant disaster
Praying at the porcelane
Shaking like I’m all in
Losing my self control
Sweating pure alcohol
I’m a million years old it’s true
It’s true yeah
And my kids are looking at me like
Who the fuck is this?
On the bathroom floor
All clenched like a fist
Still feeling like a mummy
In the British Museum
Or a skinny passifist
In a Roman coliseum
But
CHORUS
Should probably put the brush to the teeth now
Turn over this weeks new leaf now
It’s like I’m trying to get dry with a tea towel
Every damn day just delete and repeat, how
Am I so pathetic
The opposite of copasetic
Gets right on top of me if I let it
Remember when friends were electric, woah
Every time I leave the house at night
I keep getting carried away
I keep getting carried
Every time I leave the house at night
I keep getting carried away
I keep getting carried
I got the worst hangover
Looking a lot like Yoda
Lying on the sofa
Waiting for my chauffeur
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7. |
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Palomino Dreams
Crossed the border in the evening time
With the horizon swallowing light
And the river was a single line
Black water lonely, only
Feening for the sea
We sat up in the heather
To watch the heavens scrolling by
And the nights are long and lean
They turn from red to green
And all it’s ever been
Is Palomino dreams
We take the moments as they find us
Frozen in a swollen gigabyte
And the frequencies that bind us
Remind us
We are climbers
On a dusty mountainside
We sat up in the heather
To watch the heavens scrolling by
And the nights are long and lean
They turn from red to green
And all it’s ever been
Is Palomino dreams
You’ve always been a warrior/worrier
In both senses of the word
And this life has many blades
But lately we only use one
I could be watching my own back
Or could I be watching my son’s
Still the nights are long and lean
They turn from red to green
And all it’s ever been
Is Palomino dreams
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