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Inside My Head
03:27
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When I close my eyes
I see the inside of my own eyes
When I listen to God
I hear my own voice
When I confront my fears
I’m afraid of my own fears
When I leave things to chance
I get my own choice
When I turn to God
I see my own face
When I try to think
I just hear an empty space
When I kiss your eyes
I just taste my own tears
When I listen to God
I hear my own voice
Loud inside my own head
Right here with me
Listening to every word I’ve said
Listening to every word I’ve said
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2. |
How We Hit the Jackpot
04:36
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We aren’t heading for a general release
Forget the money and the palms to grease
In the fast lane taking it slow
We’re heading straight to video
We’re heading straight to video
Sing-a-long with the guitar I stole
Don’t talk to anyone we don’t know
We’ve hit the jackpot
We’ve hit the jackpot
We’ve hit the jackpot
Four in the morning on our backs
Paid all the jokers in our packs
The skin we were born in full of cracks
Baton down the hatches and pull in the slack
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Everyday will have its dogs
Even dogs sleeping lie
Stick our tail between our legs
And in your wine
And in your wine
Squint your eyes and watch us go
We’re heading straight to video
We’ve hit the jackpot
We’ve hit the jackpot
We’ve hit the jackpot
Four in the morning, on our backs
Paid all the jokers, in our packs
The skin we were born in, full of cracks
Baton down the hatches and pull in the slack
Come on, come on, come on, come on
We’ve hit the jackpot
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3. |
Foil Balloon
03:50
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Foil Balloon stuck in a tree
Unicorn’s face garrotted with glee
Robotic dance through a field of daisies
Mornings eat whilst afternoons beat the hearts of the lazy
Shot in the dark, kick in the teeth
Scruff of the neck, beggars belief
Life shaped boat in a sea of cell phones
Fall off the shelf filming themselves picking the bones
Unravelled cassette tape bleached by the sun
Small town tumbleweed from 1981
A look in your eye says stop time wasting
That is the risk for a foil balloon
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4. |
Falling Down
04:30
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I thought that I
Heard you call my name
As I was falling down
I swore I saw
A glint in your eye
As my head hit the ground
Down, falling down
I heard you call my name
As I was falling down
I might be buried in weeds
But I can see the trees from here
It’s a nice day to start again
With you, with you
I thought I heard
Heard you call my name
As I lay on the ground
Down, falling down
I heard you call my name
As I was falling down
I might be buried in weeds
But I can see the trees from here
It’s a nice day to start again
With you, with you
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We were holding hands as the scooter lady tried to mow us down
Wearing nothing but a Brexit flag, shopping bags and a frown
As the seagulls in her wake let out ear splitting roars
I could almost hear a lark
I could smell your perfume above the diesel fumes in the bay
As we scrawled on the sea walls with fossils our names
As the jet skis drowned out the sound of the lapping waves
I could almost hear a lark
Undressed you in my mind as I caught our reflection for the first time in miles
In a shop window that had been closed for a while
When a drunk with a leather face screamed it was my fault
But I could almost hear a lark
We felt the sun our face as we watched the well-cut, bell bottomed, tattooed mothers ignore
The half-cut, fat bottomed, tattooed, mother others next door
But all their children laughed together as they ate dirty sand
I could almost hear a lark
We’re Young, we felt so young
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6. |
Broken Bottles
02:55
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Broken bottles with messages in them
Float away till they reach the beginning
Once, twice, but three times is lazy
Won’t throw them back in again
Broken boat with a hole worn in her
Floats in my pint of bitter
A ship called Dignity, oh please do us a favour
On the sand where I pulled it in
Broken promises, laundrettes
Don’t take these broken wings
I haven’t finished with them yet
Broken heart with an arrow bent in it
Empty bed but you still fill it
And Englishman’s house is his castle
But know one lives in castles anymore
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My old man said follow the van
It was a very good year
A very good year for blue-blooded girls
From the brim to the dregs
Their chauffeurs would drive
On the village green
From the brim to the dregs
Their chauffeurs would drive
It came undone
Came undone
It was a very good year
For soft-blooded girls
With perfumed hair
It came undone
From the brim to the dregs
Their chauffeurs would drive
From the brim to the dregs
A very good year
Their chauffeurs would drive
From the brim to the dregs
Their chauffeurs would drive
From the brim to the dregs
It was a very good year
A very good year for blue-blooded girls
And fine old kegs
On the village green
It came undone
From the brim to the dregs
It came undone
It came undone
It came undone
It came undone
It was very good year
A very good year for blue-blooded girls
Who lived up the stairs
In fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs
It came undone
It came undone
On the village green
On the village green
It came undone
Their chauffeurs would drive
On the village green
It came undone
It came undone
My old man said follow the van
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8. |
C-Side
03:00
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We found a quiet spot, then the dogs arrived
Barking because they’d got saltwater eyes
Children yelling how they’d found labradorite
That’s right
So much space around, I’m dumbfounded by
Drunks who settle down, gurn and spit their wine
Crutches sink in the sand, someone yells from behind
Gestures with his hand, teeth and axes grind
Waves gently lap the shore, sails rise and fall
Melanie’s a whore, scrawled across the wall
Distant lifeboat drones, lifeless distant shriek
Pipers turn the stones, dog ends in their beaks
Dolphins Gasp for air, sunburn on their backs
Lift in disrepair, hear distorted tracks
Seagulls wheel to leave shadows on the sand
Oil on the breeze, money in the hand
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9. |
Pearls
04:26
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Pearl’s a singer
She stands up when she plays the piano
In a nightclub
Pearl’s in PR
He gives a voice to the corrupt and the greedy
From his office
Pearl’s also in PR
She sells guns to the kids from her computer
From her office
Pearl’s in sales
She feeds her kids on sweets and crisps and dirty chocolates
Because she loves them
Pearl’s in adverts
She sells stuff so she can get drunk at the weekend
In her garden
Pearl’s in finance
He makes his money so he can be funny at the weekend
Singing songs and telling jokes
To his mum, his friends and folks at the weekend
Pearl’s a singer
She stands up when she plays the piano
In a nightclub
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10. |
White Witch
03:30
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Are you coming?
Are coming with me?
Ok, you can come
If you’re in with me
I was thinking about the other day
I went down, down, down in another way
I was thinking about the other day
I went round, round, round
But in all the wrong ways
I was feeling like I wanted more
I sat down, down, down
Then I lay on the floor
I was feeling like I wanted more
I fell down, down, down
Then I looked at the floor
I saw blood on the surface rising
It rose and it rose and it rose
She said, you’re a white witch
She said, you’re a white witch
She said, can you feel this?
That’s because you’re a white witch
She said, you’re a white witch
She said, you’re a white witch
She said, you’re a white witch
Surely I’m not, how can I be a witch?
You’re a white witch
You’re a white witch
You’re a white witch
You’re a white witch
White witch
White witch
White witch
Don’t you mean?
Surely I’m not?
How can I be a witch?
You’re a white witch
You’re a white witch
You’re a white witch
Surely I’m not?
Don’t you mean complete bitch?
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11. |
Blue Eyes
03:50
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Who turned your red eyes blue?
Turned your head askew
Obscured the view
Like a dogbane muse
Turned your red eyes blue
Like hunted caribou
They’re seducing you
Like Pepé le Pew
Like a dogbane muse
They sat you next to the knave
Your father spins in his grave
For the nod that you gave
For the power they crave
That’s down to you
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12. |
Pig Ears
04:58
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I’m sorry if I hurt you
I’m sorry if I made a mark in your heart
I’m sorry I affected you
I’ve made my karma an art
I wonder if you made it big
I wonder if you coin it in
A banker? A philanthropist?
A hero who came out of a mess
Pig ears, pig ears where are you now?
Pig ears, pig ears hope you’re not down?
Pig ears, pig ears I’m not all that
Pig ears, pig ears are you a fat cat?
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13. |
Flocks
06:05
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Is this helping you?
Flock of sheep on the cliffs of Dover
Falling asleep before they topple over
Flock of sheep turning their backs
Some don’t like the view
Some exploit the cracks
How’s this helping you?
If you’re living in a small town
Make a living in a small town
Protectionism in a small town
Conservatism in a small town, small town
How is this helping you?
Flock of sheep stare at the fire
Your hot air fans the fire higher
Flock of sheep squinting your eyes
Curling your lips, believing the lies
How’s this helping you?
Ladies with babies and bibles
The seagulls seem tribal
Like rival disciples and flocks
Mosquitoes, libidos and logos on sports clothes
And Windows on leaflets
All handed to me by a man in a rabbit suit
Is this helping you?
Please send a photograph of your Jesus when you get there
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14. |
Willie Nelson
08:22
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Old boxes full of old tunes
Garden games with dog balloons
Too soon the tune goes out of tune
Plastic toys for our heirlooms
Windows let in only gloom
Lets leave it all to Willie Nelson
And I’ll leave it all to Willie Nelson
And I still can’t believe you’re gone
Bison creeping downstairs somewhere
Caught me unawares
I’m a simple man with my trousers down
I’ll never leave my mothers town
I used to think I had so much to learn
Nowadays only fit to burn
So I’ll leave it all to Willie Nelson
And I’ll leave it all to Willie Nelson
And I still can’t believe you’re gone
The old creeps in just like a child
My skin goes stale on the window side
My mouth is dry and thirsts for you
I long for love but none is found
Bury myself within the ground
I leave it all to Willie Nelson
And I’ll leave it all to Willie Nelson
And I still can’t believe you’re gone
Sweetly comic bitter days
My lazy wasted summer time
All I have to keep you near
My looks are laughable, un-photographable
I leave it all to Willie Nelson
And I’ll leave it all to Willie Nelson
And I still can’t believe you’re gone
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The Family Baloo UK
Formed on the South East coast in 2016 The Family Baloo are an (almost) anonymous collective of musicians and artists. Drawing influence from diverse sources such as experimental rock, psychedelic jazz, post punk, folk and pop the band’s music and image are in a constant state of flux as different ideas and voices come in and out of focus. ... more
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