1. |
New Skin
03:54
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New Skin
I think I need a new skin
This one’s worn a bit thin
Do you think it could make
any difference ?
I Can’t seem to get in
Can’t seem to get on
These lines never end
This end never begins
I think I need a new skin
It doesn’t make
any difference
left my people in the city
I’m Getting sick of living
I been waiting too long
Left waiting for too long
I’m sick of living
but I’m scared of dying
I’m going home
Come in come in
That’s a fine new skin
Do you think it will make any difference
Are you worried
You look ashamed
Are you strapped
Are you a part of the game
You’re not gangster
You’re not free
You’re another new slave
In the 21st century
You take the blame
You take the fall
You take the drugs
till you hit the wall
Do you think it makes
any difference .
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2. |
The Young Offenders
03:25
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Young Offenders
Outside with Debbie after dark
She walks us down to
see a murder in the park
Are you Feeling low?
The sky has this iridium glow
I got no particular place to go
Last of the young offenders
Fear me
Count it down
Last of the young offenders
heroin claimed our beauty queen
She’d been at a party she just turned nineteen
She and her guy had a bad fight
Under the bridge in the pale moonlight
Here’s some blood for the new revolution
Here’s some more child prostitution
Swinging from the trees
Like scarecrows in the breeze
Last of the young offenders
Why did want to steal a car
To drive it off the end of the pier
Into water deep and dark
scarier than Debbies Murder Park
Last of the young offenders
Do you want to make an issue
Or a suicide pact
Want to lay some veins in these Motown tracks
Look to you
Count it down we’re almost through
The last of the young offenders
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3. |
Set Me Free
03:56
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Set me free
Set me free, oh darlin’
Set me free
If you no longer want me
Set me free my darlin’ set me free
If I’m not your one and only
Set me free
You can Set me free
Cut me loose
baby If you don’t want to touch me
Set me free
If you have had enough of me
just tell me,
Set me free
I don’t want to be lonely
I don’t want to lose you
I don’t want to fight
not another lonely night
Not knowing how you feel
What have I done
What can I do
You think I failed you,
I think you failed me too
I just want to be your man
Want you to be my heart
I am yours forever
I told you from the start
I am locked in limbo
Waiting for a sign
Set me free
or say that you are mine.
Set me free
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4. |
Chevy Nova
03:15
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Chevy Nova
Bought myself a Chevy nova
To explore the Terra Nova
Her dress rides up so high
High up to her thighs
As I drive she smiles at me
I don’t know why
Got ourselves this Chevy Nova
Too much Chevy
too much Nova
The rains are coming soon
Let’s get fucked up back in my room
Im Watching Sisters go
They gotta Strike a low blow
Whirling galaxies
Spinning sparks around me
Red light on the crossing
I didn’t see that ,
This isn’t Kansas Dorothy
I didn’t say that
You gotta punch it to the floor
Like it doesn’t matter anymore
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5. |
Her Best Work
03:05
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Her best work
She did her best work in the rain
did her crying on the train
she was looking thin
there was nothing left for him
She said
He’s driving me insane
I don’t want to explain
Not In the back of this train
I do my best work in the rain
She’d found an alpha male
Who taught her how to fail
He said she was a disaster
She’d found an alpha male
Who should be locked up in jail
Girl, Are you a Slave or master
I know you’ve had a hard day
But you can’t make him go away
You are a victory roller
He’s not your controller
So with her best friend Lorraine
She blew out his brains
Now on this Westbound train
She’s cast off her chains
did her best work in the rain.
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6. |
She Used A Gun
04:06
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She used a gun
I knew her when she was young
She could tie a cherry stem
with her tongue
When I kissed her
we’d bury the sun
When she killed me
she used a gun
Went to Syria
to get shot in the face
I believe she played
a Fender precision bass
I loved her dancing in her mini dress
Loved her black eyes
her hair was always a mess
She’d been shaken from behind
I tried to leave her
but she changed my mind
She is a danger
on a mission
She put me in an awkward position
I loved her then
I love her still
I can't let her go
and I never will.
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7. |
The King
04:03
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The King
I was king till I got lost
I was the king till I got double crossed
I was the king, Of broken things
Hearts and flowers and April showers
I was the king of popularities waive
i had a lot of souls to save
I was lost, I was hurt inside
I was the king, I got crucified
alone and down, alone and dead
beautiful women, cradled my head
If you like kings ,broken things
put hands to me, see what it brings
So many dreams, I felt strong
now I lay here all alone.
Under houses, under cars
under your leafy Boulevards
From London to Paris, from Paris to Rome
I was seldom if ever ever home
I was the king, of popularity’s wave
Just a well groomed galley slave
I’m A faker , I’m a deceiver
I’m Not a general
Im not your Julius Caesar
I am the king
I cry for all I cry for no one, I am another bastard son
I can quote poets, I can quote scripture
I don’t know about Art, but I get the picture
I’ll spare the details of my rise to power
Suffice to say someone fell in the shower
Im a faker I’m a deceiver
I’m not a general, I’m a believer .....
I am the king
Take a ticket I’ll be right with you
I’m here all week ……..
I am the king......
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8. |
I Don't Know What to Do
04:21
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I Don’t know
what to do
Oh my god
she’s standing there
pink light shining
from her hair
A Tambourine tapping to her hip
Red bee stung
pumped up lips
A mini skirt, long golden hair
Scent of Jasmine fills the air
Don’t know where to look
Don’t know what to do
She just says I’m coming
I’m coming for you
and I don’t know what to do
Every night she sings
She sprays violence in the air
She puts glasses into faces
Pours Blood down the stairs
standing here looking on
Mute witness to her song
she’s opened fire,
she said she would
She’ll kill them all,
I think she could
Oh I don’t know what to do
It’s Friday night it’s nothing new
Oh my god
Right here she stands
with Beautiful fingers and beautiful hands
It happens now
Now that I’m looking in
At where it stops
at where it begins
In the silence before the scream
In the sleep before the dream
In the ebb before the flow
In what to do,
In ………I don’t know.
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9. |
Storm Water
04:33
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Storm Water
Storm water rushing through
going to ground and away from you
Does it really mean nothing
Best tell your dreams to the water
It makes you think that it’s all too late
Twilight crawling up from underneath
A tree on the banks of the river
breaks its deep silence
creaking branches given life and easily taken away
Stormwater washing the earth
uncovering things better left forgotten
In the evening light
You can hear the crying of a child
Begging for forgiveness
Or is it some exotic bird headed home to its nest
When you hear the whippoorwill
You know somebody’s going to die
Indoors listening to the storm
Rain hissing in the mud all around
A yellow dog sheltering in the barn
She couldn’t find her way home
Everything had changed with the storm
Signposts washed away with the road
She’ll be uncovered
next time storm waters come rushing through
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10. |
Wasted Tonight
03:31
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Wasted
I'm wasted tonight
I'm gonna get into a Helluva fight
Stand up at an AA meeting
I got up and gave the speaker a beating
I went to the old corner store
They said old Jim wasn't dealing no more
he’d ratted all his friends to the cops
I thought well, that explains a lot
Hell is where he’s gonna
save on his heating,
RatBoy Jim best consider retreating.
People just get on my nerves,
even these girls with their dangerous curves
I feel pain in my chest all the time,
I stole a bottle of communion wineI
religion is bullshit
now don't get me wrong
The pain quickly passed
The wine was strong.
Sailing on vodka and speed,
uppers downers my eyes start to bleed.
There is nothing I like around here
I stand alone on the corner drinking a beer
Is it thug life or night life I loathe.
Where lives intersect and juxtapose.
I get sick of never making the team
but I never tired of making a scene
saw a widow at the scene of the crime
she strangled her Man with the old clothes line
Goddamn Im wasted tonite
gonna get into a helluva fight.
Got to work it
You gots to own it
Kneel down and put
your name up on it
You Got to love it
You Got to feed it
If you want all your stupid pals to believe in it
yeh yeh yeh
I’m wasted tonight I’m gonna to get Into a Helluva fight......
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11. |
Jackdaw
04:48
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Jackdaw
Seven ....zero...pound zero 7 zero
Keep it safe …….Keep it real
I’ll see you out there.
Look over here
What the hell have I done
You were asking for it
Now it’s begun
Eight.....seven....zero
Lock down
Hash tag
Lockjaw
What have you got for me
Jackdaw
What happens next.
Will take you higher
I feel I should tell you
your world is now on fire
What did I take to make me turn out mean
Months waiting at the station
Swinging my bottle of nitro glycerine
Too much quiet contemplation
What have you brought for me
What’s it all for…..can’t you tell me
Jackdaw
I’ve seen it all before
The curve of the earth from the stratosphere
Yesterday’s return right here
The call of a bird growing ever near
Flapping wings, beaks and claws
Jackdaw Jackdaw Jackdaw
Here is her gold ring
Here is her Silver chain
here’s a golden ring
Be safe out there again
we are creatures of the sea
creatures of the sky
Lima ...Epsilon ...X-ray
Never more, never more i call her up …Jackdaw
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12. |
Lost Dreams
03:11
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Lost Dreams
Why are you searching for life’s meaning
It means nothing baby
Stop your screaming
You’re gonna have to pray or have a drink
Don’t matter what you say or what you think
Are you a nihilist or a realist
Is your heart still on your sleeve
We’re all going to die
as surely as we breathe
Towers will fall
Hearts are gonna stall
You know it don’t matter
Don’t matter at all
Screaming and baying
it’s as empty as your praying
Be afraid of everything you have to lose
If you’re ever going to win
You have to choose
Wanted miracles in a land of ghosts and broke machines
There she is behold your fortune it’s as empty as it seems
That’s where you go a’mining
for lost Dreams
Lost Dreams
Mmmmmmmm...........
We’re all mining for lost Dreams
All you ever wanted
All you ever need
It’s right here before you
Lost Dreams
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13. |
Chevy Nova
03:15
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Chevy Nova
Bought myself a Chevy nova
To explore the Terra Nova
Her dress rides up so high
High up to her thighs
As I drive she smiles at me
I don’t know why
Got ourselves this Chevy Nova
Too much Chevy
too much Nova
The rains are coming soon
Let’s get fucked up back in my room
Im Watching Sisters go
They gotta Strike a low blow
Whirling galaxies
Spinning sparks around me
Red light on the crossing
I didn’t see that ,
This isn’t Kansas Dorothy
I didn’t say that
You gotta punch it to the floor
Like it doesn’t matter anymore
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Ed Clayton-Jones Sydney, Australia
Ed Clayton-Jones is a singer-songwriter guitarist who has played with Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, The Wreckery, Rowland S. Howard, Mick Harvey and Noah Taylor and the Sloppy Boys. Ed is principally a solo artist and has formed a few groups Clayton-JonesTown, Good Men Down ,The Swordsmen and Chordblood. He is currently working with the Wreckery who released their new album in November 2023 ... more
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