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Death In The Afternoon

by The Book Club

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The Book Club - "Death in the Afternoon" The Matador corners the beast, The Anarchist enslaves the priest, From Barcelona, down to Seville, They drink the cocktail of the kill. The captive begs for his release, As they drag him by his ankles through the cobbled streets, Long live the Republic, the people sing, A somewhat futile prophecy. And what a way to die, the middle of July, No final requests, or no final rites, Your God's not for the poor, he's not welcome anymore, And neither are his spies. They found a bruise upon my chest, It was El Capitan's request, The day the foreign legion came, they lived up to their wretched names, The bullet holes still watch you from the wall. And what a way to die, the middle of July, No final requests, or no final rites, Your God's not for the poor, he's not welcome anymore, And neither are his spies. But do not be deceived, lying 'neath your feet, your feet, A thousand broken bones will show how Uncle Franc did get his sweet revenge. The Matador corners the beast, The Matador corners the beast, The day the foreign legion came, they lived up to their wretched names, The day the foreign legion came, they lived up to their wretched names... Lyrics: Joe Carnall Music: The Book Club (P) 2011 The Book Club / Linky Records (C) 2011 The Book Club / Linky Records
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Mr. K. 02:23
The Book Club - "Mr. K." A year, is a long time, A year, is a short time, Some say you've changed, I think you're just the same, I know it's more interesting, when you're around. And Mr. K. you never show, And Mr. K. you never show! A year, is a long time, Especially, when you're on the run, The bailiffs came and when they said your name, I said it gets complicated, when you're around. And Mr. K. you never show, And Mr. K. ah you never show, They know your face and they want their doe, But Mr. K. ah you never show! Two dead bodies up on Chelsea Rise, And if I say I'm sorry come on out tonight, Two dead bodies up on Chelsea Rise, And if I say I'm sorry come on out tonight. But Mr. K. you never show, But Mr. K. oh you never show! Lyrics: Joe Carnall Music: The Book Club (P) 2011 The Book Club / Linky Records (C) 2011 The Book Club / Linky Records
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The Book Club - "Somebody's Daughter" In a very beautiful city, stands a very beautiful girl, As you were running towards your departure gate, She was running away from the world. They said they'd change her fortunes, Not the colour of her hair, As though they come unto her window, Not to ask for directions. And where have all the family men gone? And now she'll never trust no-one. She probably came from the suburbs, Of some forgotten town, Desperate and destitute And naive she was found. A single bedroom apartment, With a single window view, It's right upon the riverside, Where the streets are rarely silent. And where have all the family men gone? And now she'll never trust no-one. But she's somebody's daughter just like you are somebody's son, And if you knew the truth would it help you to put down the gun? In a very beautiful city, stands a very beautiful girl, As you were running towards your departure gate, She was running away from the world. Lyrics: Joe Carnall Music: The Book Club (P) 2011 The Book Club / Linky Records (C) 2011 The Book Club / Linky Records
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The Book Club - "Matchstick Song" She came across the river, she came across the sand, She came across the forest with a matchstick in her hand, It did not light the first time, it did not light the next, But on the third and final strike the little fucker lit the sky. The moon it hung so pretty, the birds were in their nests, And while we all were sleeping, she crept into our beds, Ah just a friendly conversation, with another friendly face, The persistance of the predator you must never underestimate. Far, We didn't mean to go that far, But once we start it's hard to stop, We didn't mean to go that far. The moon it hung so pretty, the birds were in their nests, And while we all were sleeping, she crept into our beds, Ah just a friendly conversation, with another friendly face, The persistance of the predator you must never underestimate. Far, We didn't mean to go that far, But once we start it's hard to stop, We didn't mean to go that far. No, We never when to say no, Until we find we've gone too far, We didn't mean to go that far. Lyrics: Joe Carnall Music: The Book Club (P) 2011 The Book Club / Linky Records (C) 2011 The Book Club / Linky Records
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Sir Walter 03:53
The Book Club - "Sir Walter" She said oh, I've called you fourteen times, I said oh oh oh, I didn't realise, She said when on earth will you get home? And I'm thinking woah oh oh, just leave me alone. She just can't stand to be lonely, And I quite like being alone, And the closer she pulls me, The more that my mind wants to roam. Ah I didn't tell you 'cause I knew that you'd disapprove, Quarter past four and then more and still no word, Now the morning is breaking and the key is forced upside down, And I didn't want to knock but this lock is being stubborn and cruel. And I've been desperately thinking upon my way home, Of the perfect excuse to extend my parole, Now the castle is sinking, Because it's not made of stone. I make promises that I can't keep, And then I kiss her on the forehead, While she sleeps, I make promises. 'Cause she just can't stand to be lonely, And I quite like being alone, But the closer she pulls me, The more that my mind wants to roam. I make promises that I can't keep, And then I kiss her on the forehead, While she sleeps, I make promises. Lyrics: Joe Carnall Music: The Book Club (P) 2011 The Book Club / Linky Records (C) 2011 The Book Club / Linky Records
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Anarchist 02:45
The Book Club - "Anarchist" No-one's really listening yeah no-one here is listening to you, And soon you learn that all it serves is to burn more bridges than you build, All your verbs are doing words yet all you seem to do is move in circles, Sacrificing quality for quantity of all the words you use. And although my God likes a trier, and commitment brings about change, I've come to the conclusion you're an anarchist for anarchy's sake. Rallying the comrades and endless talk of fighting the good fight, But you see which way the wind is blowing and then you fly your kite, A scoundrel that's without a cause, a renegade with no remorse it's true, Just spare a thought for those who suffer from your Machiavellian pursuits. And although my God likes a trier, and commitment brings about change, I've come to the conclusion you're an anarchist for anarchy's sake. I'm under no illusion that you're different for different's sake. Lyrics: Joe Carnall Music: The Book Club (P) 2011 The Book Club / Linky Records (C) 2011 The Book Club / Linky Records
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The Book Club - "Perspex Princess" You don't like me, do you? You don't like me, do you? 'Cause I see straight through you, Oh I see through you. Is this the place where people come to die? (Is this the place where people go when they are members?) (Spineless hangers on and comical pretenders.) If that's the case then won't you pass the knife? (Is this the place where people go when they are members?) Stop feigning interest, Stop faking progress, My persepex princess, You ought to know this. Is this the place where people come to die? (Is this the place where people go when they are members?) (Spineless hangers on and comical pretenders.) If that's the case then won't you pass the knife? (Is this the place where people go when they are members?) Lyrics: Joe Carnall Music: The Book Club (P) 2011 The Book Club / Linky Records (C) 2011 The Book Club / Linky Records
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The Book Club - "Cautious Cavalier" He would not go, She would not stay, She said goodbye, He cursed her name. No late phone calls, Just unsaid thoughts, One thought too much, The other, did not think at all. Alone at the top of the stairs, Counting the minutes until, The ever cautious cavalier, Tiptoes his way into view, Clutching his sword made of foam. He would not go, She would not stay, She said goodbye, He cursed her name. No late phone calls, Just unsaid thoughts, One thought too much, The other, did not think at all. The ear on the glass on the wall, Is counting the minutes until, The ever cautious cavalier, Tiptoes his way into view, Clutching his sword made of foam. Our hero waits outside the door, Desperately trying to clear his throat, And then his mind. Why does it always have to end? To be continued once again, Until next time. Lyrics: Joe Carnall Music: The Book Club (P) 2011 The Book Club / Linky Records (C) 2011 The Book Club / Linky Records
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India 04:19
The Book Club - "India" Do you recognise the boy in the photograph? Do you recognise the girl on the wall? Walking down sauchiehalll with plans to get out of town, Now he cannot remember just how he had got here at all. Don't you ever say his name in vain, He was many things but never vain. Looking now oh you would never realise, He could be a bastard in his time, Don't you be deceived by those two empty eyes, That masquerade the fullness of his mind. Don't you ever say his name in vain, He was many things but rarely vain. Don't you ever think they don't know how, Seen it all before and more and how. Lyrics: Joe Carnall Music: The Book Club (P) 2011 The Book Club / Linky Records (C) 2011 The Book Club / Linky Records
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The Book Club - "What Was Said On The Landing" Older does not always mean wiser, And kinder is not always for the best, So why do people ignore all the warnings? She slept on the floor, that I swear and not in my bed. And now he's far too cool, To take off his jacket, Just like the English spy, Inside he's sweating buckets. She said they had not spoken for weeks now, Except for that chance encounter in the arcade, She did not find it very amusing, Holding his jacket while he spent the rest of his change. And if you can't be honest with yourself, How can you expect all around to accept your fate? And if you can't be honest with yourself, What was said on the landing will never change, the way, the wind blows. Older does not always mean wiser, Kinder is not always for the best. And now she's far too coy, To take off her jacket, Just like the English spy, She talks to no-one. And if you can't be honest with yourself, How can you expect all around to accept your fate? And if you can't be honest with yourself, What was said on the landing will never change. Lyrics: Joe Carnall Music: The Book Club (P) 2011 The Book Club / Linky Records (C) 2011 The Book Club / Linky Records

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released August 31, 2011

(P) 2011 The Book Club / Linky Records
(C) 2011 The Book Club / Linky Records

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The Book Club aren't what you want, and aren't really what you need either. In fact, what you need, you never want, and what you want, you never need. But when winter begins to thaw and the electric curtain falls, what you want and what you need come closer than ever before. Their lips almost touch. That's where The Book Club will meet you. Legs akimbo. ... more

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