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A Working Day
02:47
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I'm not one to hesitate
And I'm gonna tell you straight
I need to avoid this working day
It all seems so trivial
So back into bed I'll crawl
I don't want to face this working day
And you know it's gone awry
When the whole world feels like I
When I think of what we gave away
It just makes me want to cry
We just wanna make some noise
Read a book, play with our toys
But with mouths to feed and bills to pay
It seems we really have no choice
Space and time to create
Learn to fly or to levitate
But not just another working day
Our time used to be our own
Our nose to our own grindstone, now it's
Traded for another working day
Is it really such a crime
Just to play or pantomime
All these days we seem to slave away
We've been robbed of our time!
I don't need to stay out late
Raise the roof, even fornicate
Just save me, from another working day
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2. |
Forever Changed
03:32
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So much for pillow talk
I’d never seen you smile that way before
And it’s nobody’s fault
If dark seems to be light and less means more
And after all that we’ve been through you
still find hope in me and me in you
Sing with me again, Dance me to the end of love
Got your song on my lips
And the taste of your kiss
I feel your strength to my fingertips
Forever changed after this
Riding through the rain
Way too fast but just to get to you
Walking through the snow
My hands had never felt so cold before
And after all is said and done we’ll
still find space to breathe and greet the sun
It seems that it ain’t me, babe
But that don’t change the things we take away
Got your song on my lips
And the taste of your kiss
I feel your strength to my fingertips
Forever changed after this
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3. |
Burn It Down
03:27
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When there's nothing left worth saving
When the promises aren't kept
When the dreams you had are fading
No truth or honour left
Burn it down
Burn it down
When the castle wall comes tumbling
And the citadel must fall
Systems all around are crumbling
New Barbarians at the walls
Burn it down, down, down
Burn it down, down, down
Burn it down, down, down
Burn it down, down, down
This place, this new Jerusalem
Was built upon ten thousand years of cruelty
And misery
What were we thinking?
I see nothing left worth saving
Rake the ashes through and through
Move the pebble to a new position
Time to start again anew
Burn it down, down, down
Burn it down, down, down
Burn it down, down, down
Burn it down, down, down
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4. |
I Don't Believe Anymore
03:53
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Thought you'd gone, and all your works too
Thought you'd gone, and the evil you do
Wasn't hard to see right through you
And I don't believe anymore
We did our best to help you depart
Silver bullet, stake through the heart
Seems you don't ever fall very hard
And I don't believe anymore
But you're here, you turned up again
Like the bad penny you are
You can't buy everyone
Why don't you come with us down to the sea?
Take a boat, they've got lots for free
Sail away, become sweet absentee
And I don't believe anymore
But you're here, you turned up again
Like the bad penny you are
You can't buy everyone
But the truth is I never believed in you anyway
An oily smile, a twinkling eye
Can only take you so far (in life)
Make you a millionaire (perhaps)
What does it cost a man his soul?
What does it cost a man?
Thought you'd gone, and all your works too
Thought you'd gone, and the evil you do
Wasn't hard to see right through you
And I don't believe anymore
But you're here, you turned up again
Like the bad penny you are
You can't buy everyone
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Junglefish Brussels, Belgium
Junglefish is Michael Casey, second-time-around singer, songwriter and general layabout, plus whichever of his friends he
has roped in to whatever his current project is. It's fun, loose, not always very well organised but always interesting.
His latest project is the EP Something Left Worth Saving, featuring Fleur Wirtz (Territoire des chats) on vocals plus the ever wonderful Junglestrings.
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