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If it ain't one thing, it's another
Prepare for the worst, hope for the best
I'd like to think everything will be alright
There's always trouble waiting in the wings
Let me tell you Brother
If it ain't one thing, it's another
Days when it all goes on the floor
Everything you touch turns to dust, can't take any more
'scuse me if I sound like me Muvva
But if it ain't one thing, it's another
Rush of blood to the Id
As long as we live it could go either way
So keep smiling and take it in your stride
If it rains, get undercover
'Cos if it ain't one thing, it sure is another
Sod's law or karma, such a bore,
We'd better run, cos sure as there are little green men on Mars
You're gonna discover
If it ain't one thing
Certain as I'm standing here
When kingdom come
At the very last minute something will crop up; typical
Cos if it ain't one thing, sure is another
Words and Music written by Martin Weller 2013
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2. |
Laughter
02:18
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Laughter
Whether you laugh like an agitated seagull - Sid James or a drain
There's nothing better than to get oxygen into your lungs, heart and brain
So chuckle, chortle, guffaw with all your might alternatives are no fun
A table for one feeling hard done by like Soddom and Gommorah
I love your smile and very pleasing demeanour
You say “The blighters will never grind you down”
You can't undermine/underestimate a dreamer the good times are all around
Happy days despite the cancellation, a sunny January morning
Actual natural light, instead of a veil of grey – hurray
Simple pleasures - joys of life and laughter, times of no regret
Fun, love, hope, sex, lust, thrill, beauty, nature, mirth and let us not forget
Kissing and hugging haven't gone out of fashion I'm glad to say
Despite the economic downturn
Hard as “They” try they wont wipe the smile off your face
So let us all laugh like agitated seagulls – Scooby Doo or an hyena
We've got to learn not to take it all to heart
A perky disposition will keep us in good humour as long as the party lasts
Written by Martin Weller 2014
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Petey
02:21
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Petey
Poor little Petey, he's so needy, oh such a sweetie
I wont hear a word against him, said
It'll go to his head
It's a matter of confidence
The chap needs a career
He's caught in a snare
With a haunted 1000 yard stare
Doubtlessly so talented
Slightly out of focus
Takes so much care
But sometimes he's not even there
Burning all his boats again
In a big old winter coat
One day it will work out
Until then he'll have our deepest sympathy
Either pomp or circumstance
Some folks get it rough
We can all have a laugh
Whilst we're sorting it
Wont hear a word against him, said
It'll go to his head
Dread - won't get out of his bed
Led - can't let go of his meds
Words written by Martin Weller
Music written by Martin Weller & Laurie Ward 2014
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4. |
Mind the gap
03:04
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Mind the gap
Mind the gap between platform and train
Ignore the damage to emotion and brain function
Take in the view at Clapham Junction
Clearing the decks for whatever's next
Get out and have a good time
Make sure you put the brakes on your buggy
Stand well back and you'll be fine
Remember next time, it's platform 9, don't fall onto the track
I thought I heard someone say, but it's hard to tell these days
Going Mutt and Jeff and bacon rind into the bargain
I say my dear old thing, what an awful shambles
I don't know about a gap, more like a leap of faith
Why don't they make the things to fit right in the first place
Stand behind the line; could be committing a crime
Don't leave yourself unattended
Whatever you do, arrive before your time is due
Even tho' you feel like giving somebody a slap
It's preferable to simply mind the gap
Inaudible important announcements & communications
Why does everything have to be so loud?
Helps to confuse the mind of a crowd
Five and Nine; The Brighton line;
Don't stick your head out the window
You might get taken one way; off to Gauntanamo Bay
Minte diferenta akili pengo
Written by Martin Weller © 2014
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Trash can bombings
04:29
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Trash can bombings
Trash can bombings stirring the silt
Boston rocked North America shocked
Who's to blame home-grown or infidel?
Labour day vacationists
A small incident which will ripple
Warm weather in May breeds gun madness in Chicago
Boston (Brighton), Beirut, Baghdad, Birmingham - Bombings
Something to do with the letter 'B' - I doubt it but
Let's enjoy the conspiracy (We love it)
Clutching at straws
Bland destruction by subjugation
Heading down a flat-out two-lane Delta highway in July
Heat snakes rising from the tarmac in pools of shimmering silver
Stop blaming the foreigners for the plight of our country
Instead of using tanks
The 4th Reich is taking control of banks
Breaking the backs of economies
Pernicious disease
Duck and cover, what a joke
Save you from the A bomb, not on your Nelly
Bottom feeders, or is it bottom feelers?
Blame the schwartzers and 'stanis
Followed by the Twitterati
Suicide is on the rise among the 30 to 45s
Words written by Martin Weller
Music written by Martin Weller & Laurie Ward 2014
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6. |
Anti Matter attack
02:25
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Anti Matter attack
There's something strange about today
A hush that I cant quite hear
A lack of something unexplainable fills the atmosphere
No radio or TV on
Devices make no sound
You can't use that old main frame
No one moving on the football ground
Word gets around
Someone said the banks and shops are closed; shut down
No access to your funds
Trillions of pounds
World systems have been hacked
We are the victims of an anti matter; democlatter; can't be arsed, not my problem jack; bon ennui attack
Magnetic force, counter matter, molecular interruption
The price we will pay for global destruction; (political corruption)
It's no joke; it's true
They've been threatening for years
To take you down
This ain't Dr Who
No access to your hard earned cash
No nevermind you can't go back
World systems neutralised
Victim of an anti shatter; democratic; can't be arsed, not my problem Jack; let some one else clean up the crap
Bon ennui attack
Words & Music written by Martin Weller 2013
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You know Jack
03:55
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You know Jack
Dedicated to Rogue Beer Meister, Jack Joyce
Give it your best shot; You will stand out from the rest
Just be so good they can't ignore you
Born in the ghetto
Not from the wrong side of the tracks, but born on 'em
Always been a street kid; Hate rich people, even tho' I am one
The only salesman; Taking 7 kegs on the back of my Izuzu
Going bar to bar, giving the samples, see if they liked the stuff
Course they hated it
Hoppy, golden 30 IBU; I was on the road
Staying in Motel sixes; It was hard but a simpler life for sure
Just because you're nice doesn't mean other people will treat you nice
Don't let your guard down
Rogue is gr8
We try to learn from our mistakes
We like to be - authentic
Well that girl's just smarter than shit
Ready, aim – hell just fire it
We're not doing brain surgery here
We like to hire hardcore unemployables
Guys and gals with tattoos that ain't been to jail
You've got to have passion man, else you're gonna fail
Clarity is very important to us if a little hard to get used to
Remember people lie just to make you feel good
They'll lie to you, they'll lie to you
They cover it up – we speak the truth
Then there's energy givers and takers
Stay away from the latter; you need the power of your friends
Everything is your own fault if you're any good
Most people react to criticism instead of listening to its content
Accept it, don't just reject it; dare, risk, dream
We just don't have any fear; the game is scheduled
We have to play so we might as well win; either make dust, or eat it
Some drink at the fountain of knowledge, others they just sip
But if you do your best you will stand out from the rest
Just be so good, they can't ignore you
Words as spoken by Jack Joyce
Music written by Martin Weller 2014
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Dump the 'ump
02:29
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Dump the 'ump
I've seen better days in some ways
Can't afford new clothes or shoes
Other needs get in the way
Everyone is under the cosh, feeling the pinch, working at a loss
While the boss man says he's cutting your pay
Dump the 'ump, get out of the slump
It's ok to feel that way / apart from this and that
I'm alright brother it's all the others
Can't trust my memory, it's another first time around
What I thought I knew just ain't the truth
My car's broke, got no money to fix it
I'd take a chance, but I'm too poor to risk it
Nothing but the blues left to lose
Dump the 'ump, get out of the slump
It really doesn't matter
We can all have a moan, we're not sitting on a throne
Stop the rot, put the kibosh on it
Nip it in the bud, get out and sort it
It all takes time and time takes us all in the end
Strength in survival, learn to be humile ;)
It all costs too much to do properly
So we'll just have to make the best of it
Do what comes naturally – dump it, bin bag it, no confession required.....
Words written by Martin Weller
Music written by Martin Weller & Laurie Word 2014
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Be nice
03:30
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Be nice
It's Mr Spiky, here he comes again
He's not a bad man
Just thinks he's God almighty
Paranoia is not his game
He may be mad but not insane
A fairly level-headed fellow
If highly strung
Not quite in tune with what's going on
Comes out a little flat
Sometimes he tries so hard to fit in
Nothing really wrong with that
When he's in a fug
He can be evil in a petty, niggly way
Give it up Spike for a bit, be nice like Linda says
I can be so deliciously dark
Not always possible for niceties to be observed
Human species let us not forget
Is part of nature; beautiful destruction
Wrecking ball smash it all – wrecking ball smash it all
Enjoy the sights and sounds; be nice to be around - Be nice
Words written by Martin Weller
Music written by Martin Weller & Laurie Ward 2014
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Imagine that
02:11
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Imagine that
He liked a drink at home - Imagine that
And a smoke
She necks a bottle of wine a night trying to find some hope
It's wearing you out
The lack of communication
How hard can it be?
Seems like a simple situation
What is it with some people?
Fob you off with some old chat
Saying nothing about this and that
Playing for time, yours not theirs
If the boot was on the the other foot
And we were in control
Imagine that scenario
Hate to be ignored
Such boorish behaviour
It's amazing when you want something
Everyone is supposed to drop what they're doing
Imagine that scenario
Words written by Martin Weller Music written
Martin Weller & Laurie Ward 2014
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11. |
Bread
03:49
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Instrumental
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12. |
Remember the love
02:20
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Remember the love
Remember the love they all gave you
Wear it with pride and let it fill your heart with Joy
I sit and contemplate
There is sorrow in Stump Town
The end of summer breeze makes people restless
I passed the place where we met
Broadway has turned out the lights
But I wont forget
Remember the love when you are
Picking up the pieces of your life
All things can change when the wind blows a different direction
Words and Music written by Martin Weller 2014
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