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Enjoy your life
03:00
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Enjoy your life. Music and lyrics by Steve Johnson, 2013
The vehicle arrives, you’re going to take a little ride. They doff their hats out of respect, your neighbour’s face is circumspect. They drive you slowly to the place, a sombre mask upon their face. Your friends, your family and more, watch you slide out of the door.
Enjoy your life, you’re going to die.
You don’t know when, you don’t know how, you don’t know why.
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Wonderful
04:28
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Wonderful. Music and lyrics by Steve Johnson, 2013
Verse 1
The feelings I had a long time ago
They still exist, just so you know
Re-visit the site, examine the task
Look at my face, admire the mask
Chorus
It’s wonderful, wonderful
It’s wonderful, wonderful
M8
Strip off the layers one by one
Think of the players, think of the fun
Peak inside your subconscious mind
Think of the treasures that you might find
Chorus
It’s wonderful, wonderful
It’s wonderful, wonderful
Verse 2
Those feelings I had were a long time ago
But they still exist just so you know
Re-visit the site, re - examine the task
Look at that face, admire my mask
Chorus
It’s wonderful, wonderful
It’s wonderful, wonderful
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3. |
Another mile
03:44
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Another mile. Music and lyrics by Steve Johnson, 2013
Another mile down the motorway, another part of my getaway.
I see the steam and smell the rain for the first time.
I’m moving out of the neighbourhood, swig a can, push back the hood. I feel the steam and smell the rain.
Another mile from where I called home, I hear the sound of the telephoneI hurl the phone and I’m on my own for the first time
Don’t even know if I’m on track, I know one thing, I’m not coming back
The tyres are tearing the tarmac for the first time
I was always aware from the start, some day everything falls apart
I knew from the start.
Another mile away from that, fatal kiss from a sewer rat.
Prefer to swim in a whisky vat and sit in the park with the diplomats
This thing has truly run its course, the barrels dry, I’ve flogged the horse. The king is dead long live the corpse.
I was always aware from the start, some day everything falls apart
I knew from the start
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4. |
29 degrees
03:54
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29 degrees. Music and lyrics by Steve Johnson, 2013
Verse 1
F+m
E
29 degrees in Tokyo, random fact, new smart phone
D F+m
I shuffle the pod but I’m still alone, still alone.
F+m
E
Move the mouse and hit the keys, play along and aim to please
D
The virtual world is on its knees, on its knees
Bridge
F+m
I have a secret confession, I like my online pals
E
The poseurs and sycophants, and the Neanderthals
D
The lonely hearts and egos, windups and rude words
E
Gather for their fix in the land of the absurd
Chorus
D F+m D E
It’s a world that never begins, social networks, virtual friends
D F+m D E
Come and cruise right in, rise from jackass to a king
M8
D A E F+m
D A E E
Verse 2
F+m E
29 degrees is Tokyo, 15 back in Pimlico
D F+m
My wife went out 5 hours ago, 5 hours ago
F+m E
Online profiles, such deceit
D F+m
Digitally incomplete
D F+m
Reality just can’t compete, can’t compete
Chorus
D F+m D E
It’s a world that never begins, social networks, virtual friends
D F+m D E
Come and cruise right in, rise from jackass to a king
Last chorus
D F+m D E
You can never fall from grace. Make an error, delete your face
D F+m D E
Learn to moonwalk, avoid pain, you can’t suffer in this place
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5. |
Delicate thumb
05:51
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Delicate thumb Music and lyrics by Steve Johnson, 2013
With your long blonde hair and your painted on smile, and your ever so legs, and intelligent lies. The things you suggest sound so right and it all adds up, and it feels real nice. I’d let you take
me home, come back home with you, lay flat upon my back and willingly succumb, under your delicate thumb.
And I remember now and it makes me laugh, how I fell for you. I fell, then was trapped. How you took me in like some long lost sheep. How I fell for you like some twisted freak.
Yes, you certainly took me home. I went back home with you.
Lay flat upon my back, and willingly succumbed, under your delicate thumb.
You’ll take some other man into your ideal world
Yes, just another man and you’ll trample him into the dirt
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6. |
Stay together
03:24
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Stay together. Music and lyrics by Steve Johnson, 2013
V1
Pour me another, make it a double
Oh mother, am I in trouble?
Pull up the sofa towards the fire
What’s been the outcome of my desire?
Bridge
I have it written down in front of me
There doesn’t seem to be a lot to see
Has it really come to this?
It’s not the longest list
CH
Stay together
Stay together
Stay together
Stay together
M8
V2
Whatever happened to those feelings?
Belonging? Believing?
We sit right here, who are we deceiving?
I look at the floor, you stare at the ceiling
CH
CH
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7. |
These are the words
02:22
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These are the words. Music and lyrics by Steve Johnson and Jez O’Connell, 2013
It’s those notes in the pad, the pants on the floor.
The dinner in the dog, those walks on the moor
It’s that look in your eyes that are just so slightly red.
The smell of contrition, as you lie in my bed
These are the thoughts inside my head
These are the words that can’t be said
It’s a strange situation that’s so hard to define.
Have we gone to “your place”, are we still in mine?
There’s a CD collection, that I used to admire.
A clock by the window, that used to be in time
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8. |
What's a man to do?
03:27
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What’s a man to do? Music and lyrics by Steve Johnson, 2013
Verse 1
I’ve got this tune running through my head
It’s doing me in. It’s got to be said
It’s a nice refrain, but it’s kind of sad
The sort of thing that will drive you mad, if you know what I mean.
Verse 2
I’ve been thinking about it and I’m beginning to doubt it
As a matter of fact, it’s a pain in the ass
From a certain position it’s no imposition to be sat here, feeling queer
If you know what I mean
Chorus
But what’s a man to do?
What’s a man to do?
What’s a man to do to make it through?
SOLO
M8
I’m growing old and I’m settling down
I’m staring to love my home town
These dusty streets and this creaky old bed
It’s where I want to rest my head
But what’s a man to do?
What’s a man to do?
What’s a man to do to make it through?
What’s a man to do to get a smile out of you?
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9. |
Dig it
02:27
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Dig it. Music and lyrics by Steve Johnson and Jez O’Connell, 2013
We come to the table with nothing.
No fears of rejection or thoughts of pain.
Dumb smiles on our faces, as the tears trickle down.
No sense of direction, no crease from a frown.
We dig our own graves, in our own ways
Claims of blame culture mean nothing.
No chance of redemption, no more time.
We chose those paths, went our own ways.
The choices we made were ours in the end
We dig our own graves, in our own ways
Dumb smiles on our faces, as the tears trickle down.
No sense of direction, no crease from a frown
We dig our own graves, in our own way
Can you dig it?
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The only thing
03:35
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The only thing. Music and lyrics by Steve Johnson, 2013
The only thing you ever done
was have the sense to walk away
The only thing you ever done
was have the sense to stay away...
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11. |
Every now and then
03:07
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Every now and then. Music and lyrics by Steve Johnson, 2013
There’s a train running down the line, how’s it going to get through this time. The tunnel up ahead is black, is this train going to stay on the track?
After all that’s been done. After all that’s been said.
Every now and then, it gets inside my head. Every now and then.
The tunnel man is giving it his all, as he hurls in the coal. As it reaches down towards the bend, how’s this all going to end?
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12. |
Four people
03:36
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Four people. Music and lyrics by Steve Johnson, 2013
Four people living under one roof, away from the endless pervader of endless untruths. Everything that could have been. Everything that never will. The world is a very small place, when you stand still.
Four people, four people
Is it a matter of opinion or a matter of fact?
Should we look to the future, or look to the past
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13. |
Messerschmidt
02:41
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Messerschmidt. Music and lyrics by Steve Johnson, 2013
I like your hair and your other bits. I’d like to strap you to a Messerschmidt. I like your hair but hate your face. Don’t stand too close to the fireplace.
Hey, why don’t you go away and stay away?
You to me are everything. The flowers grow, the birdies sing. You made my life a complete mess, stamped my soul into the carpet.
I’d love to strap you to a Messerschmidt
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anonymous iconoclasts Cardiff, UK
Cardiff-based , two albums released, so far, 'Downstairs for Dancing' and 'A.I' and we love to play live! We're a four piece
outfit Keyo (guitar and backing vocals) Sean (drums and percussion) Mike (bass) and Steve (Vocals and 2nd guitar). We really look forward to meeting you at one of our gigs.
Here'e the link to our site:
anonymousiconoclasts.weebly.com
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