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Festival Of Fools
02:13
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I'm sitting in a field full of rich kids playing hippy
There's a stall to save the whales and another that's a chippy
And the music's up and down but all the lights are pretty trippy
And the more I drink the more I think I'm getting pretty lippy
Oooh, we're having such a damn good time
In our autonomous collective
Oooh, we're having such a damn good time
If I look at it objectively
My shoulder's getting tired cause it's weighed down by this chip
And I feel so uninspired and I've bitten through my lip
If I see another glow-stick then I think I'm going to flip
And the music's going bleepy bleepy blip blip blip
Oooh, we're having such a damn good time
We're breaking all the rules now
Oooh, we're having such a damn good time
In our festival of fools
Everyone's so beautiful, everyone's so arty
Everyone has dropped two ton to get into this party
There's guards along the fence but there's no bogroll in the shitter
It's four pound fifty pence to buy a beer but I'm not bitter
I'm drifting in the mud and I am lost among the litter
And I'm sharing the experience with all my friends on Twitter
Oooh, we're having such a damn good time
In our autonomous collective
Oooh, we're having such a damn good time
If I look at it objectively
Oooh, we're having such a damn good time
We're breaking all the rules now
Oooh, we're having such a damn good time
In our festival of fools.
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Valentine's Day
02:01
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Valentine's Day in the cemetery
All of the dancers are dead
Been running so long don't know where I went wrong
I don't even know what I just said.
Valentine's Day in the mortuary
All of the knives are so clean
They shine in the sun as they whisper of one
Who will show them the things they have seen
On Valentine's Day,
Valentine's Day.
Just a few hours, till it's all gone away.
Valentine's Day in the hospital
All of the nurses are gone
Been looking for you, I don't know what to do
I don't even remember this song
Valentine's Day in the dockyard
All of the ships sail away
And I'm left here alone with a flower and a phone
And a rock and a handful of hay.
And a handful of hay
Handful of hay
Just a few hours, till it's all gone away
On Valentine's Day
Valentine's Day.
Just a few hours, till it's all gone away.
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Useful Things
03:31
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Gay definitions, enthralling inaccuracy
Grey propositions of hope and felicity
Fake inquisitions divorced from reality
Take your positions and then call them eternity
What can you do when it's all a commodity
Nothing is true in the jaws of insanity
Welcoming you to the bowels of conformity
Shitting you through the historical lavatory
Turn out the lights
Open the curtains
Dirty daylight just filtering in
Go and do useful things
Go and do useful things
Go and do useful things
You win.
No I said it you win.
Organised government, truth and democracy
Binding the firmament we all call society
No room for argument, that would mean anarchy
With as a consequent rape and brutality
What can be said when you're hamstrung semantically
Here in my head with my own private dictionary
Leaving unread all my meaningless poetry
When I am dead it will all die too along with me
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I'm Wayne Myers, a singer-songwriter from London, now in St Leonards. I've been recording and performing increasingly misnamed bluesy folk-rock under the name Fit and the Conniptions since December 2005.
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