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Sorry, Mister Williams
04:21
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I’m still undercover
Somewhere out west
Preventing disaster
You know the rest
And I’m getting nervous
Williams in command,
Has set an explosive
I’ve got to get it disarmed
They know
There’s a leak, there’s a spy, there’s a mole, there’s a guy
Someone wants to defuse the bomb
But the thing will explode if I don’t have the code
They’re wondering, where has Williams gone?
I know the chair won’t hold you well
The spotlight is too bright
The muzzle of the shotgun
Is digging in your side
And although you’re protesting I cannot let you go
I’m sorry Mr Williams but I need the codes
It’s tricky to navigate and pointless to estimate,
the whole thing’s like a painting by Escher.
The atmosphere’s wonderful for staying uncomfortable,
I’m hoping that he’ll crack under pressure
I know the chair won’t hold you well
The spotlight is too bright
The muzzle of the shotgun
Is digging in your side
And although you’re protesting I cannot let you go
I’m sorry Mr Williams but I need the codes
We know that the mole’s still at large
Fixin' industrial espionage
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2. |
I'm (Not) Back, Baby
05:15
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I wouldn’t blame you if you’re angry -
Your saw the car explode with me inside.
And now I turn up out of nowhere,
No idea of why or where I tried to hide.
And now I’m saying that I need you,
And you know it's not a lie.
You know my options are restricted
And I'm guessing you don’t want to die
Either.....
I’m not back
Not back from the dead
I’ve been
Biding my time with a plan in my head
You wouldn’t tell me if you loved me
It’s something you could never do
Why would I go and fake my own death
Why wouldn't I just wait for you?
I’m not back!
Not back from the dead,
I’ve been biding my time with a plan in my head.
Deep down,
You guessed I was alive, well
You know me honey, I always survive.
Cause the shrapnel hit us both my darling,
You already know you’re dying.
Once we might have saved ourselves but now there is no chance.
There’s metal in your veins, oh honey,
No one else to blame - So tell me
Shall we have this, have this one last dance?
I’m not back
Not back from the dead
I’ve been biding my time with a plan in my head.
Deep down,
You guessed I was alive, well
You know me honey, I always survive
Don’t look so surprised!
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3. |
Pants On Fire
04:07
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I want to make, want to make, want to make it work
I can’t relate, can’t relate, can’t relate to her.
She finds out what I want to hear and then she tells me so
I wait with baited breath for her to let me go
Liar, liar, pants on fire
Liar, liar, pants on fire
Don’t you spin this thing the other way
I haven’t thought, haven’t thought this through
I’m always jumping headfirst into what I try to do
This plane is plummeting toward the cold hard ground.
I wait with baited breath for you to let me down
I haven’t got a clue
Still holding onto you
I want to make, want to make, want to make it work
I can’t relate, can’t relate, can’t relate to her
It’s getting more confusing every single day
I wait with baited breath to throw it all away
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4. |
What I Had To Say
03:06
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Tell me, tell me, have you seen,
Seen my last idea?
It passed me by, I don’t know why. It’s long gone now I fear.
I’m waiting in my car outside, just come and say hello.
We’ll talk a little while and then I will have to go.
So would it be so wrong if I just tried to get it right?
The sentence I’d forgotten, oh it left my head tonight
Maybe when I wake up and the morning bird sings bright,
I’ll remember what it was I had to say.
Tell me tell me have you heard,
Heard my brand new song?
I wrote it just this morning, and I hope it’s not too long.
I know you’re probably busy, but I wrote it just for you.
Sit down and have a listen, you can tell me what to do.
So would it be so wrong if I just tried to get it right?
The sentence I’d forgotten, oh it left my head tonight
Maybe when I wake up and the morning bird sings bright,
I’ll remember what it was I had to say.
You don’t have to worry if you can't come to the show.
You’ve got work super early, and we’re playing late I know.
Maybe you’ll eventually make it out it time.
Until then I’ll keep playing on, the prerogative is mine.
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5. |
No Song Today
02:54
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I won’t write a song this week
I’m not in the mood
You need the right setting
The right attitude
And today I don’t feel it
I can’t think of the chords
I sat down to write something
But I just got bored
I won’t write a melody
I won’t do the drums
I know I’ll resent it
It just won’t be fun
I won’t write a chorus or verse
I won’t stay up late to rehearse
Im just gonna play video games
And sit on my bum
I won’t write a song this week,
I’m not into it
I can’t get the words to rhyme
I won’t make them fit
It’s lacking that something
That je ne sais quoi
I just nearly had it
So close, but so far
I won’t write a melody
I won’t pick a form
I won’t go on Sibelius
And score out the horns
I won’t write an intro or bridge
I’m wondering what’s in the fridge
I’m just going to eat slices of ham
And twiddle my thumbs
Not writing a song….
Not getting it wrong...
I’ve no obligations, I don’t have the patience
I put my head down and keep humming along
I won’t write a melody
I won’t do the drums
I know I’ll resent it
It just won’t be fun
I won’t spend a week pulling words
Adding compression and reverb
Im just gonna play video games
And sit on my bum
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Fin's Contingency Plan Brisbane, Australia
Much-loved genres collide to form something unbearable. Fin Nicol-Taylor leads a grubby troupe of assorted musically-literate mercenaries to fight the evil forces of good taste and restraint. Fin's Contingency Plan creates music for the new modern age.
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