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Man Out of Time [live]
03:46
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Oooh la la la la la la la la
I’m not afraid of Top of the Pops
I’m not afraid of you
I’m just a man a man out of time
That time is 1972
Cause if you knew then what you know now
What would you change, anything?
Glitter and stars spiders from Mars
And the untimely death of a King
Ooh
I’m not afraid of Noggin the Nog
Or of The Singing Ringing Tree
I’m just a man a man out of time
That time is 1973
Cause if you knew then
What you know now
What would you change anything?
Reservoir high reach for the sky teaching the world to sing
Out of tune in the pub
Whilst falling in love
With the girl of your dreams
And the Likely Lads theme it’s everywhere
Oooh la la la la la la la la
I’m not afraid to cheat in exams
I’m not afraid of the law
I’m just a man a man out of time
That time is 1974
I met your mother back in the day
And she took me home for the night
I saw her again just the other week
And she gave me terrible fright
Ooh
I’m not afraid of Lyndsey De Paul
Or of the Seven Seas of Rhye
I’m just a man a man out of time
That time is 1975
Richard Stilgoe Donny and Marie
Bri-nylon sheets and a chain-mail bikini
Is this how you wanna get your kicks
I said roll on1976
And the punks in the park
Scare the children after dark
And the Teds beat em up
For a laugh
La la la la la la la la
I’m a man out of time
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In 74 the schools at war on the 318 and the 144
T Rex at the old town hall
It’s a long way back but we’ve walked home before
Cricket Club discothèque and a gang of lads in fancy dress
Kicking off getting chased over the waste ground to the new estate
Life’s a gas no life’s a bitch
Tony Blackburn he’s in bits
Rocky Horror dressed like a witch
Cause I am the grove and you are the ditch
And there’s fighting in the colleges
And dancing at The Forest Inn
Strand Café at the top of the town
Gang of Kids in Dr Martens give you the run around
Feather cut at the barbers shop
A Les Paul copy and a smoker’s cough
Hop Wood ho down its The Jameson Raid
Dying of exposure discontented winter days
Roof top protest not a stitch
Jesus loves you now just play the hits
The show must go on without a hitch
Cause I am the grove and you are the ditch
I don’t want to be in your gang
No Puppy Love no Shang a Lang
Tarts n vicars fools romancing
And always way too many skinheads dancing
Guitar Hero gone to ground
The headlines run in the NME & Sounds
Once upon a time he was bound for glory
Now a tax exile and a closet Tory
Wacky Warehouse and you’re off your tits
Pills n thrills in starts and tits
They rot your teeth man give you a twitch
Cause I am the grove and you are the ditch
I am the grove and you are the ditch…
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He’s one of a kind if he did but know it
Here comes a big reveal don’t blow it
Been round in circles like stalking a prey
Opportunity knocks he will seize the day
And you cant remember anything about him in particular
Did he pay attention in class was he a regular
Was he?
This is the church this is the steeple
Open the door it’s just pop music for ugly people
See them come running
Meanwhile in the bus station at midnight
They’re rounding up the homeless
And they’re taking them some place out of sight
Results come in and he twitches, and he smiles
He came from nowhere just a couple of miles down the road
The screaming Lord is well beaten into third
Its no more or less than we deserve
CHORUS
He blame’s the scroungers and the née do wells
Playing out of time and a dream that didn’t sell
The wretched blame game and the art of spin
One hundred thousand signatures won’t stop him
CHORUS
All the polls were wrong the data is gone
And you were right all along about that
There’s no such thing as a predictable win
The doting wife duly kisses him
CHORUS
Ugly people
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4. |
Grayson [live]
04:34
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Grayson let’s do this thing
Art is can make your head sing
Time to change those dreary clothes dig out the strobes…
Rockefella was at the ball but Cinderella took the money took it all
And now they’re arguing about the price of oil and the cost of living…
Grayson get yer yas yas out, rolling stoned, lips to mouth as
Mo Tucker beats the loving drum of human kindness and everybody freezes
We all need a little more art in our life
We all need a little more art…
The potters wheel of fortune spins
And you invite us in
To share the delights of broken kilns
and a teddy bear called Alan
Lets make art Grayson
Lets make new stuff
We can paint is soy sauce and we can sculpt in mud
We’re a happy accident down the line
Like an endless search for a perfect wine
This is our time…
We all need a little more art in our life
We all need a little more art…
Grayson my confession sits
with the high priest of all misfits you know who you are
The artefacts of isolation for your consideration
Hot water babies by design
And a massive flashing motel sign it
Tickles the fancy and flutters the heart Is that what you call it…
Every connection every reflection
Every rejection every hope…
We all need a little more art in our life
We all need a little more art in our life
We all need a little more art…
Turn my gaze away
I don’t know what to say
How to feel or how to look
Into the soul of the etiquette book
Good job Bob Dylan lets me off the hook
Oh Grayson
I’m googled your page
All those hits and plays
We can this thing The raw material is nowhere near as ethereal
As you think
And art is just another four-letter word
We all need a little more art in our life
We all need a little more art in our life
Get yer head down
Isolation is good for the concentration
Darling…all aboard the penny farthing
Darling…make it cool and make it daring
Conceptualist that’s pretty naff
Expressionist in a baked bean bath
Futurism takes you back
Impressionism there’s a knack
Modernism doesn’t care
Apparently, we’re getting there…
Grayson…
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5. |
Culture Vulture [live]
03:26
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How did you get on
Where did you go wrong
Who do you think you are
How much can you take
Keep your foot on the brake
And leave your shoes by the door and your heart on the dancefloor…
Screw you
Culture vulture
Time like a chimpanzee
Hangs from the balcony
Drops a Mahler symphony
And promises to set your mind free
Art is a tired old man
Science doesn’t have a plan
Radio a black hole
That recycles the same old hyper bowl
Screw you
Culture Vulture
Embrace the unpopular song
Expect to get it all wrong
And wash the car soccer Mom there’s a little bit of me in where you’re from
Do your best to entertain
In spite of an unfortunate name
Like Sean write for luck
Many are called but few get up oh
Screw you
Culture vulture
A drop in the ocean of life
A grain of sand a beach in the moonlight
Fake news heads in a spin
A bit like you a bit like him
Cart before the horse
Tried before the courts
Been and gone the paintings going to sell but you can’t afford to buy one
Screw you
Culture vulture
I’m in the jungle get me out of here
I have a morbid fear of creepy crawlies
I’m in the Trafford Centre get me out of here
I have this morbid fear get me out of here
Screw you
Culture vulture
I’m at the pool get me out of here
I have this morbid fear of drowning
I’m in the theatre get me out of here
I have a morbid fear of Shakespeare
Get me out of here
Culture vulture
Oh no not you again
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6. |
Uniform [live]
02:26
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You wear me out I’ll wear you in
Don’t get too fat don’t get too thin
You fit so well I won’t take you off
Now I am found no longer lost
My point of view was never clear
My new beginning starts right here
I swear I was a living ghost
Until you gave me what I needed most
My Uniform
My Uniform
My brand-new uniform
I stood for nothing until you spoke
About belonging to the club I used to think you were a joke
I do exactly what I’m told
I have a function I have a role
I know my fate I know my foes
I know pleasure of putting creases in my clothes
The outside world don’t stand a chance
You call the tune and I will dance
My Uniform
My Uniform
My brand-new uniform
Maintain a distance I play it cool
Feels like going back to school
I have a new identity
Thank you for coming to rescue me
I’ll be the best dismiss the rest
With flying colours on every test
And keep the peace, maintain the norm
I will comply I will conform
My Uniform
My Uniform
My brand-new uniform x2
My Uniform
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Vinny Peculiar Worcester, UK
Vinny Peculiar variously described as – ‘An under sung national treasure’ [UNCUT Magazine]– a warm hearted Morrissey [Q Magazine] and ‘The missing link between Jarvis Cocker and poet Roger McGough and some of the wittiest lyrics this side of Wreckless Eric’ IRISH TIMES ... more
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