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Wheelbarrows For Wallets
03:30
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The Book Club - "Wheelbarrows For Wallets"
The red tops tell us we're drowning,
And the broadsheets say we're using too much water,
But I can't help but start smiling,
At least something has brought us together.
The knives and the fingers are pointing,
But when you have a moat you should expect invaders,
And how we all like the villain,
Whilst we play the role of the pantomime dame.
So instead of finding someone to blame,
Why don't you think about yourself for a change,
Instead of finding records to stain,
Why don't you think about yourself...
Think about yourself.
Brought up to bring down those who have the plan,
Well maybe one day you will be that man,
And when all around you begin to chastise,
You clench your fists and you will shut your eyes,
If you don't like it you can move to Spain,
Where there's plenty of racists and not enough rain.
Instead of finding someone to blame,
Why don't you think about yourself for a change,
Instead of finding records to stain,
Why don't you think about yourself...
Think about yourself.
'Cause some remember three million people on butter and bread,
Can't even afford to bury the dead,
Now that was a winter of discontent,
Oh can't you feel the cold?
And over the water when Weimar collapsed,
Wheelbarrows for wallets, newspapers for mattresses,
Does that make you feel that perhaps,
You don't feel so cold?
Lyrics: Joe Carnall
Music: The Book Club
(P) 2010 The Book Club / Linky Records
(C) 2010 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) 2010 The Book Club / Linky Records
(C) 2010 The Book Club / Linky Records
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Sir Walter
03:50
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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) 2010 The Book Club / Linky Records
(C) 2010 The Book Club / Linky Records
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Justice For The 96
03:15
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The Book Club - "Justice For The 96"
The sun don't shine around here now more,
Now they've printed their lies.
And poured all their scorn on,
So many lives and what for?
It's not a disaster it's just a disease,
Where you count the bodies and then tell me please,
That you've found us a cure,
The war is not over and we are stood waiting,
The war is not over and we are stood waiting,
The war is not over and we are stood waiting,
The war is not over and we are stood waiting.
How?
Could you let them all down?
Could you let them all down?
Could you let them all down?
96 people surrendered their lives,
'Cause a man in a suit told them they would survive,
Still the sirens sit idle waiting outside,
It's not a disaster it's just a disease,
Where you count the bodies and then tell me please,
That you've found us a cure,
The war is not over and we are stood waiting,
The war is not over and we are stood waiting,
The war is not over and we are stood waiting,
The war is not over and we are stood waiting.
How?
Could you let them all down?
Could you let them all down?
Could you let them all down?
Could you let them all down?
Could you let them all down?
Could you let them all down?
Could you let them all down?
Could you let them...
Lyrics: Joe Carnall
Music: The Book Club
(P) 2010 The Book Club / Linky Records
(C) 2010 The Book Club / Linky Records
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The Book Club Sheffield, UK
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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