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Don’t Tell People Your Dreams, they don’t survive outside of the heart,
when those feelings arise you’ll need to lie awake, until they’re broken,
Do not let them turn into lies
Those babies kick you right in the part where you don’t really need it,
Don’t tell people your hopes, they’ll end up at the end of joke,
Tall skyscrapers will rise up high and scrape them off the sky as they’re spoken
Send them off out into the night, those babies like to come to come back and bight where you don’t really need it,
What to do?
Tell me doctor, pioneer: life feels empty, lying here,
Dumb believers, barely feelers: the night is where the final stories explores,
The dark is where the final fear is fun
So don’t tell people your hopes, you’re gotta scream them from the trees (OR need them where you’re going)
Let the winners take the jokes, you’re gonna be one if you don’t.,
Don’t share people’s fears, just fill the hole with hundreds of beers,
Make that something your once in lifetime dream then ask just for the refund,
When they see the proof of your life, they’ll strangle it and hide it in a part where the sun doesn’t shine, ‘
What to do ?
So don’t tell people your hopes, you’re gotta scream them from the trees (OR need them where you’re going)
Let the winners take the jokes, you’re gonna be one if you don’t
And Don’t Tell People Your Dreams
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Wrong Go Right
02:10
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You knock me down with the back of your hand like the hair of an elephant’s eye lash
I need to know what would happen below when that thing is pie in the sky, a pie
You Make the Wrong Go, wrong go, wrong go, wrong go, wrong go, wrong go Right
You Make the Wrong Go, wrong go, wrong go, wrong go, wrong go, wrong go Right
<whistle>
Look in the sky there’s a bird and a kite but for seeking there’s nowhere to hide
A need to feel an emotion congealed like the smell of a seal’s intestine
You Make the Wrong Go, wrong go, wrong go, wrong go, wrong go, wrong go Right
You Make the Wrong Go, wrong go, wrong go, wrong go, wrong go, wrong go Right
<whistle>
I NEED TO SEE WHAT YOU WOULDN’T BELIEVE NO, YOU Couldn’t conceive of time
(Ooh whoah) who would you know who the second they go are where they have already arrived?
You Make the Wrong Go, wrong go, wrong go, wrong go, wrong go, wrong go Right
You Make the Wrong Go, wrong go, wrong go, wrong go, wrong go, wrong go Right
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3. |
Heart Breaks Itself
05:14
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Mid-life Dreaming, stains upon the ceiling
Phantom pain I’m feeling, surgery doesn’t move.
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Broken face and grieving for a home land,
Mortuary health plan, dole up ahead.
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In their centre made me the tormenter, many times to enter
Not to be believed.
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Down at the Centrelink they’ve memorised my face
Many troubles pay their double-time, won’t find me there!
And the old man’s not admiral,
And he says its not what you know its how you do, you know,
And the heart breaks itself,
Whoah –oh, ho. Oooh – ho
Government centres, filled up with tormentors,
Fortunate demented, form-filling few.
Failed the Centrelink test they’ve memorised my name.
Many troubles pay their double-time, won’t find me there!
And the old man’s not admiral
cos he says its not what you know its how you do, you know
And the heart breaks itself,
the heart breaks itself
Whoah –oh, ho / Oooh – ho
And the heart breaks itself,
the heart breaks itself,
the heart breaks itself.
Oooh – hoWhoah –oh, ho
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4. |
Simple Life
04:01
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Please beware all vegetarians you might murder microbial beings
The poor things run away
Tell the ants you’re incredibly sorry and so begins the indelible story
Of all life gone to waste
Ooooh I believe in the simple life
The carefree life, the charmed life.
Ooooh I believe in the simple life - the things we didn't do before also not do again.
Ooh I believe in the Si-mp-ple life.
Hear the song it’s a primitive prison built around an idea gone missing
The poor thing ran away
Cowboy heros loose guitar bastardry tryina make your whole life go faster
The whole things gone away
Ooooh I believe in the simple life
The carefree life, the charmed life.
Ooooh I believe in the simple life - the things we didn't do before also not do again.
Ooh I believe in the Si-mp-ple life.
ad lib. Oh I believe, yes he/we/they believe/s
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The sun goes down and the music goes out of your life,
The music goes on a shelf up next to the wife.
Who did you see on the talent show? My god, that’s such a miserable place to go
Into an Adult Contemporary Nightmare, not even teenage romantical blisses
But not even Adult Contemporary Nightmares were ever like these kisses, ever like these,
Ah bop bop, Bah bop bop bah, Bah -bah bah bab bah bah bah bah
bah bah bab bah bah bah bah__________
Instrumental:
The whole of age is a horrible fortunate hell
It sucks of all the things I created myself
Who did you see that you didn’t know? My god, that’s such a miserable thing to know.
Into the Adult Contemporary Nightmare, where not even teenage romantical blisses,
Batter this bad old dementia fright-scare into something to kiss,
Ah bop bop, Bah bop bop bah, Bah -bah bah bab bah bah bah bah
bah bah bab bah bah bah bah__________
Adult Contemporary Nightmare, Adult Contemporary Nightmare, Adult Contemporary Nightmare – <DRUM solo>
Adult Contemporary Nightmare, Adult Contemporary Nightmare, Adult Contemporary Nightmare – <solos, jazz scat>
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Singer Songwriter
04:31
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Sing, sing sing, singer songwriter
Love, laugh, cry, singer songwriter
Sing a song of sixpence for no pence at all,
Oh singer songwriter, singer songwriter
Write, write songs, singer songwriter
Sing the songs unsung you sonic freedom fighter
Sing a song about a singer songwriter
Oh singer songwriter, singer songwriter
We all believe in words (we all believe and conversate in words)
But feelings don’t happen in words,
So what have you done?
You’ve given more than melody
Chante, chante, chante, auteur-compositeur-interprète
Chante les chansons méconnues, combattant de la liberté sonique
Chanter une chanson sur un auteur-compositeur-interprète
Oh auteur-compositeur-interprète, auteur-compositeur-interprète
Singen, singen, singen, Singer-Songwriter
Sing die unbesungenen Lieder, du klanglicher Freiheitskämpfer
Singen Sie ein Lied über einen Singer-Songwriter
Oh Singer-Songwriter, Singer-Songwriter
We all believe in words (we all believe and conversate in words)
But feelings don’t happen in words,
So what have you done?
You’ve given more than melody
(Optional):
gao, gao gao, gaayak geetakaar
pyaar karo, hanso, roo, gaayak geetakaar
bina pens ke siksapens ka geet gaen,
o gaayak geetakaar, gaayak geetakaar
Oh, sing, sing, sing singer songwriter
Write, write songs, singer songwriter,
Sing a song about a singer songwriter
Oh singer songwriter, singer songwriter
Oh singer songwriter, singer songwriter
Oh singer songwriter, singer songwriter
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7. |
Belly of the Beast
04:23
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Went into the city of the soul, I saw a certain creature in control
It was not there, it’s hidden features stopped and stared
Fell into the river of the deep, Oh-oh by drowning in a life that I would lead
The beast agreed and said:
wAhhh – Oceans will go where they wanna go
Blllaaah - Time after time and they seem to know
Came across some people who like me, Considered life a comedy routine,
they did not care, The mouthless creature grinned and bared
The beast devours the long lonely hours
The still bleeding heart from the belly of the beast
The youth, their hoards the cowards come towards
Their day---
Wandered into a world with beings growing Who-o lo—oked just like a beast who previously I’d known
The beasts all agreed. And they all said
“Aaaah:”
Oceans will go where they wanna go
Blllaaah - Time after time and they seem to know
Then I raised a tentacle and I sneezed, I discovered that in fact this beast was me
I did not care the mouthless creature grinned and bared
The beast devours the long lonely hours
The still bleeding heart from the belly of the beast
The youth, the hour, the cold parrot mouth – The day---
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I’m in a hole that the sound leaks out of
I meet a soul diva, and so I ask her: ‘Oh what dis-
-ease must this be, that has buried us here so deep? When the
Things we do we’re spoiled for choice?’ And here’s just what she said:
“Music only changes when we want it to change, and we have to be the change”
“Music gets decided at a meeting of executives while the bands are out somewhere else getting laid”
A year goes by and the time goes sideways,
I ask that soul diva if there are any back or side ways because
“This misery, must this be so incredibly dark and so deep, when the
Things we do we’re spoiled for choice?’ And here’s just what she said:
…. Singing
I had a dream once” “well, we don’t really care”“My self-esteem’s poor” “well, find somebody’s to share
What was it like to play in Queen with Brian May? We may we may, we may, we may, we
May, we may, we may, but we haven’t got a CD Please help me be better well that doesn’t come for free
And now I’m singing to you from a box down on the floor singing “Lalala, lalala, la
“Music only changes when we want it to change, and we have to be the change”
“Music gets decided at a meeting of executives while the bands are out somewhere else getting laid”
“Music only changes when we want it to change, and we have to be the change”
“Songs are where we store ideas and can shit where we eat with our ears.... while the bands are out somewhere else getting laid”
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Blackpenny Adelaide, Australia
Out there adult contemporary music lounge indie Tarntanya/Adelaide-based eight-piece Blackpenny bring gritty, plaintive, and
witty songs from the front row of midlife.
Blackpenny formed in 2016 and evolved around a shared love of music making and has coalesced into an outfit that unabashedly celebrates the joys and confronts, with wry humour, scarifying aspects of life.
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