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An accident, a little slip
You know I hardly noticed
So come again, so come again
A stammered word, forgotten line
A question from a past time
So come again, so come again
Get it together, sometime in beautiful never
Cos I'm not coming home tonight
I will forgive, I will forget
I will be lying now, you bet
The choice is yours, the chance is yours
But chances are you think it's far enough
To stay right where you are
The choice is yours, the chance is yours
Get it together, sometime in beautiful never
Cos I'm not coming home tonight
We're all doing something
Won't you just do something?
No, you'll never get it right
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It's so cold in your arms
I fall asleep on your bones
Time's come and gone, it's early
The blinds are down on me
Lay still, lay deep, lay long now
Welcome all your weaknesses home now
I want to answer and you're making me come
I do not weep, you stay young
For someone might take you away
For reasons for which I can't complain
So you can wallow in what I made for myself
You can wallow
Your darkest days you'll spend here
Your brightest dream you'll leave here
My love, my one, be happy
It's only time, it's only time
Forget that I, I'm nothing that you want
Pretend that I, I'm something you could love
I'm tired of sleep, talk to me
I do not weep, you kill me
For someone might take you away
For reasons for which I can't complain
So you can wallow in what I made for myself
You can wallow
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At the speed of one white cloud
At the end of one big sound
That's how we run, over the ground
And we talk without a sound
When we fall we were already down
You're the only fun I have
You're the everyone everyone else has
And so we run, over the ground
And we talk without a sound
When we fall we were already down
Oh I always knew there'd be someone like you
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I time my day and plan my route for a glimpse of your shoes
But I do not see if you see me
I stare at the floor as you move through the door
But I won't suffer at all if I don't catch your eye
And there's no chance of this with all your fingers in pies
So you don't see anything, anything, honey
And I don't feel anything, anything, anything
And on my way each day I think of all the things I could say
To make you see how nice I can be
But then you come my way and I've nothing to say
But I won't suffer if I don't say anything bad
So I'll keep my mouth closed though it's making me sad
And you don't hear anything, anything, honey
And I don't feel anything, anything
But if I touched your hand, would you understand
That it's me that you need? While I wait patiently
But I won't suffer if I keep my hands to myself
Though you're slipping away while I'm nailed to the shelf
And you could have anyone, anyone, honey
You'll probably have everyone, everyone, honey
While I dream of only one, only one, only one
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Avast! They're leaving town two by two
As the rain pours down and we're all soaked through
And as they march away, two by two
It's like we need an ark for the rest of us
So I'll cut my hair short
And I'll make a flag from an old black dress
That I'd have worn if it hadn't rained so much
That the seven hills became seven seas
And I'll sail my house from Broomhill to Walkley
Pretty Polly is a pigeon
She's got a gammy leg and she'll eat anything
I've got an eye patch with a hole in
Cos I don't need to navigate by stars - I use the road signs and the Arts Tower
Still, the rains come
So I'll cut my hair short
And I'll make a flag from an old black dress
That I'd have worn if it hadn't rained so much
That the seven hills became seven seas
And I'll sail my house from Crookes to Don Valley
You can be my cabin boy and I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Eddie
And Eddie when you call me you can call me Captain
So I'll cut my hair short
And I'll make a flag from an old black dress
That I'd have worn if it hadn't rained so much
That the seven hills became seven seas
And I'll sail my house from Fulwood to High Green
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You love me like a fashionable liberal loves an Eastern European dissident
You love me like an existentialist loves an empty room that nobody can see inside, that nobody can see inside
You love me like a nihilist loves absolutely nothing at all
You love me like Monte Cristo and I'm locked up now
But wait until I get out, wait until I get out
(Ahhh)
You never got the hang of oral sex
The whole procedure was a pain in the neck
Never got the hang of awkward silences
Never read those looks of keep your distances
Of keep your distances
In this light you look like Odysseus lashed to the mast of your own creation
In this light you look like Yossarian bandaging my arm as my guts are spilling out, my guts are spilling out
(Ahhh)
You love me like David Cameron loves discretion as a trait in an abbatoir tour guide
You love me like Julian Assange loves the Embassy's supply of Ferrero Rocher
Looks to me like all the newspapers seem the same as last decade's newspapers
And you love me like a market researcher loves to ruin my day
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In a garden that was once so neat
There's an old well where I take my seat
One day I found that I was not alone
Jimmy had fallen into the well!
Well I'm not sorry that you fell
Gimme your hand, Jimmy down the well
Never forget I was the one, Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy
You must be legally mine cos I saved you
You'd have been dead and I'd be without you
Now you'll come everywhere that I go
Or you're going back - back in the well, Jimmy
Well I'm not sorry that you fell
Gimme your hand, Jimmy down the well
Never forget I was the one, Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy
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A selection of live tracks from the Monkey Swallows the Universe reunion show at Queens Social Club, Sheffield on Easter Sunday 27 March 2016. The band played their first album 'The Bright Carvings' in full, to mark ten years since its release.
Video of the whole show coming soon!
You can also get the 2016 versions of Sheffield Shanty II (feat Cornerstone Brass Band) and Groucho here:
monkeyswallows.bandcamp.com/album/sheffield-shanty-ii-groucho
See the merch page for t-shirts and CDs:
monkeyswallows.bandcamp.com/merch
And for further listening, Nat Johnson's stuff is over here:
natjohnson.bandcamp.com