1. |
The Song About Freedom
02:39
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I fell in love with your hips
Well it would never have been your mind
So if you have to go
Could you leave your behind
I know you’ll take your purse
Ah but you don’t miss what you’ve never seen
Well I know all this must go
Now that you are free
So now you’ve got your freedom
Well you do what you wanna do
And now I’ve got my freedom
How come I’m still tied to you
So if you take your thoughts
Can’t you leave some of them for me?
Well I know all this must go
Now that you are free
I read the papers every day
Well I see my friends when I want to
I hang around in my bedroom and
Look at naked pictures of you
I read the papers every day and
Dream that one day you might sing this back to me
But please don’t attempt harmonies
In fact perhaps you should rap
(Philip Buckley)
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2. |
Better English
04:04
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Hey there it’s lovely to see you
It’s been a long time even by our standards
Hey there I’ve waited to see you
Will you undo all those months with a smile
Well I’ve sat here alone getting cold
For about two years now
That’s a long time to wait on your own
And when I see you
Dressed up like you do
Frowning like you do
You just make me laugh
Hey there it’s lovely to see you
It’s been a long time even by our standards
Hey there I’ve waited to see you
Will you undo all those months with a smile
Well I’ve waited long enough
This is once too often
Is what I tell myself
But when you turn up
In your new get up
And inch of make up
You just make me laugh
Hey there it’s lovely to see you
It’s been a long time even by our standards
Hey there I’ve waited to see you
Will you undo all those months
Hey there you speak better English
That was a joke, it’s still dreadful
I know much more economics
But I’ll try not to let Friedman slip out
Hey there it’s lovely to see you
It’s been a long time even by our standards
Hey there I’ve waited to see you
Will you undo all those months with a smile
[yeah]
(Philip Buckley)
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3. |
Edison Trees
03:21
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The Edison Trees don’t swing in the breeze
They’re made of galvanized steel
They don’t carry fruit, have concrete for roots,
But they bring us the juice that we need
The Edison Trees spread like a disease
As people consume more and more
They criss-cross the ground through fields and towns
I think I forgot to close the fridge door
Thomas, did you realise, as you led us from the dark,
A moment’s insight in your lab would leave a global mark?
It’s hard to decrease the Edison Trees;
Resistance is Volts over Amps. [note: this is Ohm’s Law. Enjoy.]
But we can’t resist the comfortableness
Of power and heat and angle-poise lamps
Thomas, did you realise, as you led us from the dark,
A moment’s insight in your lab would leave a global mark?
Call me Luddite if you will,
Call me naïve and ridiculous,
But these damned things are ubiquitous!
Oh, the irony is mine, in my bright, warm flat at night
I used to be a cynic, but now I’ve seen the light
(Malcolm Buckley)
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4. |
A Punch In The Face
01:40
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A punch in the face
A smack in the mouth
Well that is all she expects from him
A turned-away face with
A downturned mouth
That is all she expects from him
A torrent of words is falling from his mouth
And that is all to get her out
A moebius of words of words without an end
And that is someone that she calls a friend
(Philip Buckley)
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5. |
Song For The Zorse
04:56
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Hey you
You with your beautiful legs
And you with your standard size
You are truly half-normal
And you
Have an air philosophical
While all of the air you breathe
Can only be called rural
Well you
Live so far from where you should do
And you
Have a father who left his home and abandoned you
And you
You belong in the circus
At home with the acrobats
In love with the lion tamers
Cause you are the zorse
When you
You look around yourself
Do you not see no-one else
Who is at all like you?
When you
Run around in your open field
Do you come up to the steel
And wonder why this affects you?
Well you
Live so far from where you should do
And you
Have a father who left his home and abandoned you
And you
You belong in the circus
Railing at the ringmaster
And friends with the fire eaters
And you
You belong in the library
Learning of all the things you don’t see when you live in a field
Well you
Live so far from where you should do
And you
Have a father who left his home and abandoned you
And you
Have a faraway temperament
You should be out on the veld
Looking for lion tamers
And you
You deserve to be loved dearly
Not for just what you are
No but for who you are
Will you never be free?
You belong in the circus (You belong in the circus)
You belong in the circus (You belong in the circus)
You belong in the circus (You belong in the circus)
Will you never get home?
(Philip Buckley)
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6. |
Hawaiian Divorce Song
03:59
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Why is it all the things that I do ♦ are so different from what I think?
And when you think the things that I do ♦ that’s probably for the best
And if I told you something stupid ♦ well you would surely go
And if I told you something sensible ♦ well that’s what we will find out
And I have sat here making jokes ♦ and you haven’t got one
And when you make the jokes that I make ♦ you’re really not missing much
And if I told you all the things that sometimes I ♦ would really like to say to you
Well will you go? ♦ well that’s what we will find out
And I have missed seeing you smile
Was it me that took your smile
I must have dropped it as I walked away from you
And I have missed seeing you smile
Was it me who took your smile
I must have dropped it as I walked to Oahu
(Philip Buckley)
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7. |
The Little Death
02:20
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2 stolen minutes of pleasure
3 and a half of regret
4 minutes more just to dwell on the reasons
5 and a half to get on with your life
And to cover your tracks, and to put it behind you
Everyone needs a release.
Live with yourself in the morning
But you cannot meet each others eyes
Trying to act like it’s business as usual
Trying to guess what the other is thinking
While trying to act like there’s nothing to speculate on
Cover up in your soul
Pleasures clandestine, they fill up your senses
Raising your pulse rate and catching your breath
Pleasures clandestine, they make you feel so very guilty,
Each one is like a Little Death
Pleasures clandestine, they fill up your senses
Raising your pulse rate and catching your breath
Pleasures clandestine, they make you feel so very guilty,
Each one is like a Little Death
2 stolen minutes of pleasure
3 and a half of regret
4 minutes more just to dwell on the reasons
5 and a half to forget
(Malcolm Buckley)
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8. |
Freedom, Pt. 2
00:56
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9. |
Goodbye, Goodbye
03:40
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Well you open your mouth OK, so why not shut it?
You betray old friends just to entertain the new
You ought to spend some time with those who you know love you
Otherwise a thoughtless word gets overheard and that’s it, goodbye
If you have all of these ideas then why not use them?
Write them down before they disappear for good
Sing them out and put some thought into your singing
A broken neck a broken wrist a broken voice and that’s it, goodbye
A broken neck a broken wrist a broken voice and that’s it, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye,
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Well you look at your watch enough so why not use it
You can see the seconds passing as you look
Instead of rushing off why don’t you stop and listen?
People disappear for good and there’s no time to say goodbye
People disappear for good and there’s no time to say goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
(Philip Buckley)
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This is the town where I grew up
Where loving parents gave me food
Relentlessly I went to school that’s
Back past the ranks of B&Qs
The texas jewson homebases the tescos asdas sainsburys
And into town at half past four
The bus home every sixty minutes
The bus station that stinks of piss and
The central church the schoolkids torched
It’s thirty years since that burned down
And still nobody wants the land and
I saw the cranberries in Esquires
The Beatles came in 63
Lloyd Cole came once but wouldn’t play and
I can’t say that I really blame him
Grafitti for the national front
Fighting against the Polish club
Italian church and indian shops that
Shut up just before the pubs and
This is the town where I grew up
With its thirty thousand pubs
Twenty nine thousand fights
And fourteen hundred schoolkids chasing
Thirty-seven McJobs
With half of them in Wimpy
No gays one bookshop
And that’s where I grew up
This is the town where I used to hang out
We’d meet under Bunyan’s words
And we would drink Thunderbird
And wonder which was worse
And we’d always choose Bunyan
Yeah me and my six friends
No gays one bookshop
And that’s where I grew up
(Philip Buckley)
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11. |
Hawaiian, Pt. 2
01:46
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12. |
Goodnight
02:49
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Goodnight goodnight
Goodnight goodnight
I’ve been thinking of those times
Times when things were better
We would say goodnight
And stay together
Goodnight goodnight
Goodnight goodnight
I’ve been thinking of those times
That we’d shout at each other
We would say goodnight
And hug each other
Goodnight goodnight
(Philip Buckley)
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13. |
Night Of The Long Necks
02:51
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Open your bedroom window up
Look up and wish good morning
She has been up for half the night
Ruminating not snoring
You fell in love with a photograph
Snatched on the road to Johannesburg
A new sunroof in your light aircraft
The night you imported your giraffe
She was taller than you
On the day that she was born
And you can stand on all your friends but you won’t ever be this tall
Taking her down to the waterhole
Deep in suburban Bedfordshire
Dodging the people throwing stones
They don’t want her sort here
Looking at her and the photograph
Hasn’t she lost a bit of weight
Well if you live on Acacia street
How come there are no acacias to eat?
She was taller than you
On the day that she was born
And you can stand on all your friends but you won’t ever be this tall
You can say “whatever, yeah”
Tell yourself that she don’t care
You better hope on the night of the long necks that you are not there
(Philip Buckley)
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14. |
Bike Crash!
03:47
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When you ride on your bicycle
You’d better hold on tight
Put some steel in your collar bone
Just to keep yourself upright
People don’t even look for you
As they bravely edge their jeeps
Across the raging A503
Well I can still feel -
Oh! Such a feeling of light
Such a feeling of liberty
As you’re heading for the ground
Such a feeling of flight
Such a feeling of destiny
As your head approaches the ground
When you get to the Blackstock bends
You can get up to thirty
It’s like I was seventeen again
And love was there for me
Then the red Fiat Punto
They’re on their mobile phones
Got to say goodbye to their boyfriends
From your side of the -
Oh! Such a feeling of light
Such a feeling of liberty
As you’re heading for the ground
Such a feeling of flight
Such a feeling of destiny
As your head approaches the ground
And there’s a shop up in St John’s Wood
Where I have only been
To buy aspirin and frozen peas
To shove on injuries
You can think that ridiculous
But it only costs a pound
And that is something you’ve got to balance
As you’re heading for the -
Oh! Such a feeling of light
Such a feeling of liberty
As you’re heading for the ground
Such a feeling of flight
Such a feeling of destiny
Of potential energy
A feeling of ecstasy
A feeling of sans-souci
A feeling of gravity
As your head approaches the ground
(Philip Buckley)
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15. |
To Let Go
04:43
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When you look at it
There are things that you should have let go of years ago
That all the other involved people have forgot
And when you think of it
You have spent the last years waiting for the telephone
With your email on and waiting for the dawn
And while you’re sitting there
Don’t you think you could have picked it up and rung yourself?
But you no longer know their number nor they yours
For they have each one moved
Marriages and kids and fights and splits and none with you
So do something braver than ringing them up
Unclasp your hand
It is time to let this go
Unclasp your hand
It is time to let this go
To let this go
All that time that you’ve wasted
Shrivelling like a ball
In the coldest weather
Well it’s time to put your clothes on
Unclasp your hand
It is time to let this go
Unclasp your hand
It is time to let this go
You are still young (you are still young)
You are still free (you are still free)
You are still young enough (you are still young)
You are still free (you are still free)
To let go (to let go)
To let go (to let go)
To let go (to let go)
To let go (to let go)
To let
go
(Philip Buckley)
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16. |
Depressed
03:40
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I’ve had enough of feeling depressed
I’ve had enough of all the times I’ve hated tasting my own mouth
I’ve had enough of being polite
To the sort of person I would catch a train just to spit in their eye
Well now it’s time to stop
Stop wasting time
Start making a difference
Stop feeling tired
And stop living my life with the sun
I’ve had enough of hanging around
People die from lack of salt every day and I just sit here
So I’ve had enough of watching tv
You can keep your popstar shows and your Fat Club Celebrity
‘Cause now it’s time to stop
Stop wasting time
Start making a difference
Stop hating this job
By getting a new job
Stop feeling tired
And stop living my life with the sun
And go out and have some fun
Now it’s time to stop
Stop wasting time
Start making a difference
Stop hating this job
By getting a new job
Stop feeling tired
And stop living my life with the sun
And stop fearing my loved one’s deaths
And enjoy taking a breath
(Philip Buckley)
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17. |
Be Like You
02:45
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Hey you! With your limited vocabulary, so that when you need a noun you reach for an obscenity
Hey you! With your dropped “h”-es, and your double negatives, and your meaningless vocal phrases
I ain’t got no time for your shit, know what I mean?
City boy! With your too-small pinstripe, and your cutaway collar, and your lifestyle-magazine lifestyle
City girl! With your DKNY and your Burberry,
You’re just a facsimile of everybody else around you
[I don’t want to]
Be like you
I don’t want to
Look like you
I don’t want to
Sound like you
Because I’m not like you, I’m not like you at all.
Hey You! With your trendy sunglasses and your inappropriate overcoat,
You’re standing in a nightclub!
Hey you! With your unimaginative 4:4 rock and its dubious lyrical content
[I don’t want to]
Be like you
I don’t want to
Look like you
I don’t want to
Sound like you
Because I’m not like you, I’m not like you
[I don’t want to]
Be like you
I don’t want to
Dress like you
I don’t want to
Seem to be like you
Because I’m not like you, I’m not like you at all.
(Malcolm Buckley)
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18. |
Watching TV
05:01
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Well there are people in this world
Who will smile and shake your hand
And they will tell you all the things that they can do for you
So you see them over time
As they help you on your way
You’ll find they just don’t bother
If it saves them half a day
Or half an hour
To watch tv
And sometimes these people will
Come back and see you again
And they’ll you how they’ve recommended you to all their friends
On your work you’ll see a small mistake
Theirs has replaced your name
And they won’t have managed too much else
To save them half a day
Or half an hour
To watch tv
To smoke some weed
To play their Playstation thirteens
Look this place is full of them
And this town is full of them
And this business is full of them
And these people that I mean
I know that they’re not killing anyone
That they’re not sacrificing goats
They’re just wasting all your time
They’re just getting in your way
They say - yeah
I didn’t quite manage the job
Look I’m sure you’ll understand
If you just let you have my say
You’ll see that I needed all that time
That half a day
That half an hour
To watch tv
I’m addicted to Fat Club Celebrity
(Philip Buckley)
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19. |
Aeroplane Crash!
03:10
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When you’re put in charge of the smallest of light aircraft
You can see the ground ev’ry time you open your eyes
And the people below are lighting their beacons up
They don’t need to bother if you engine is on fire
It’s like you’ve fallen in love with someone you know you can’t
It’s just a waste of aeroplane fuel and winding cloth
And the only handle to hold opens the door
So will you grab the yoke or just toss yourself off
Oh come on let’s fly let’s fly
We’ll fly away from here
Take my hand
And we could get away from here
It’s like you’ve fallen in love with someone you know you can’t
Well the view is beautiful but it’s dangerous
And dials you don’t understand are spinning round
And there are buttons which you know you want to press
Oh come on let’s fly let’s fly
We’ll fly away from here
Take my hand
And we could get away from here
My love
We’ll fly away from here
Take my hand
And we could get away
We could get away
We could get away from here
Do do do do do
Do do do do do
(Philip Buckley)
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20. |
Black And White
04:53
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Stoke Newington
Rectory Road
Hackney Downs
London Fields
Cambridge Heath
Bethnal Green
Liverpool Street
And every day it is the same
I’ve got to get a seat
I really have no higher aim
I’ve got to get a seat
It’s black and white
Nineteen forty six
Ration books
Clement Attlee Stafford Cripps
You walk in
Photon fireworks explode
You walk in
You’re talking on your mobile phone
Bank
St Pauls
Chancery Lane
Holborn
Tottenham Court Road
Oxford Circus
Bond Street
And every day it is the same
I could measure out my life in all the
Days I catch my train
It’s not much of a life
It’s black and white
Nineteen fifty six
And the wind of change
Is blowing through right where I sit
You walk in
Photon fireworks explode
You walk in
You’re talking on your mobile phone
Black and white
Nineteen sixty two
And supermac
Says you have never had it so good
You walk in
Show that old duffer how he’s wrong
You walk in
Then in a moment you are gone
And it’s black and white (black and white)
Black and white
Black and white (black and white)
Black and white
Black and white (black and white)
Black and white (black and white)
Gerrards Cross
Denham Golf Club
Denham
South Ruislip
Northolt Park
Wembley Stadium
London Marylebone
(Philip Buckley)
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I ran Harriet Records between 1989 and 1998 out of Cambridge, MA. I released 10 CDs (most of which are available here) and
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