1. |
A New Song
03:45
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Hey, hey honey
I’m not going back
Not gonna take it
Not gonna make it
You got a problem with that?
Hey, hey Sugar
Let’s just face the facts
You and I been there
You and I done that
Been a heart attack
On my own
I am strong
Hey
Hey, hey honey
Promises laced with ice
Shattered forgiveness
Caved under pressure
Once upon another time
Hey, hey Sugar
No hard feelings
Gave it our best shot
Broke in a tough spot
Now I’m moving –
On my own
I am strong
On my own
I’ll find - I’ll find
A new song
I’ll find a new song
I’ll find a new song [x 3]
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2. |
No Chance Mate
03:03
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So you want to be in my band?
Who do you think you are?
Around this town I'm legendary;
You're talking to a star.
You think we need your input?
You think you're pretty hot?
I heard that stuff you did last year, mate.
Don't give up your day job.
You've got no chance, mate.
Your beard's too long.
You really don't look the part.
Your t-shirt's got the wrong band on
And I don't like your guitar.
You want to play in my game?
You want to hang with us?
You think you're gonna make it happen?
Walk away now. (There's a good chap.)
No chance, mate.
Your beard's too long.
You really don't look the part.
Your t-shirt has got Coldplay on
And I don't like your guitar.
And every time I turn around, there you are:
Bushy beard, crap t-shirt, shit guitar.
Where'd you learn to dress like that?
Was your dad a lumberjack?
Sorry sunshine, but I'm giving you the axe.
No chance, mate.
Your beard's too long.
You really don't look the part.
Your t-shirt's got the wrong band on
And I don't like your guitar.
No chance, mate.
Your beard's too long.
You really don't look the part.
Your t-shirt's got the wrong band on
And I don't like your guitar.
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3. |
Mr. 5
03:34
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'Here comes the drummer!!'
Ready with the skins, and limbered limbs, he strikes a pose.
Where his head is that, it’s just a fact, God only knows.
4 is just so boring, and my beat you’ve been ignoring
My hands are alive, let’s kick it up, let’s try in 5
Says Mr 5
Mr 5
Mr 5
Mr 5
Ready with the sticks, cue the clicks, there’s one beat more
Dancing on the skins, brush the cym-bals, here’s the score
I’m more than a banker, find the root, and here’s the anchor
Make the songs alive, Starts to drive, from 4 to 5
It’s Mr 5
Mr 5
Mr 5
Mr 5
Let’s kick this off
Here is the hook
Mr 5
Here’s the fills and trims
Yeah, I’ll write the book
Mr 5
Signature,
just sing it
Patterns,
I’ll just wing it
Mr 5
Mr 5
Mr 5
Ba da da daa ..
Ba da da daa ..
Ba da da daa ..
Ba da da daa ..
Ba da da daa ..
Ba da da paradiddle
Ba da da daa ..
Ba da da ba-dum tish
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4. |
In My Sigh
03:48
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Ain't much has changed, when everyone's wasted
I can't believe how far you've come
Oh what a sound, so tenderly taken
Ready for push back when you hold out on me
Embedded in nerves, cicada decided to sing
Head over heels has a foothold on me
The best of my life
The best of my life is the end of time
Ain't no time for change now
Why don't you go outside take a bird's eye view oh lord
Can you hear what I say
Ain't no time for shame now
You have finally outgrown the old school version of you oh lord
Can you hear what I say
Ain't no time for blame now
Why is the mirror staring daggers at me oh lord
Can you hear what I say
Oh god please listen to me
It doesn't matter if I keep what I saved
It doesn't matter if I give what I've lost
It doesn't matter if I hesitate
When it's equally received
Can't even fathom with the greatest of ease
Can't even fathom with the latest of thoughts
Tipping over with the slightest of breeze
There's a silhouette above me
Ain't no time for change now
Why don't you go outside take a bird's eye view
Oh lord can you hear what I say
Ain't no time for shame now
You have finally outgrown the old school version of you
Oh lord can you hear what I say
Ain't no time for blame now
Why is the mirror staring daggers at me
Oh god can you hear what I say
Oh my god please listen to me
Ooh I feel it in my sigh...
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5. |
Angels
03:35
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Man who is faithful
To things that are true
Angels watch over you
Hurt and aggravation
Conspire to undo
But angels watch over you
Angels watch over you
At night, when you’re tired
And you feel you are through
Angels watch over you
Angels watch over you
Some things you cannot change
But there are things you can do
When angels watch over you
Angels watch over you
The world’s a better place
Cos you’re on this Earth too
So angels watch over you
Angels watch over you
I see dark oblivion
Making way to sky of blue
While angels watch over you
Your angels watch over you [repeat]
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6. |
And If I
04:24
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And if I leave this place, disgraced, my saving grace will look the other way
And if I took a taste to test the rest before I left, I’m not to blame
It isn’t easy pleasing heart, body, mind, and soul
And if I fail the test it might be best to leave the nest and fly away
And if I fail to fly I’ll fall beside the ones who got to get away
No need to cry, no pain, no pride, no point, no place to happily reside
If I make a pact to never go back (ah)
I can spin my story, fiction to fact
If I make a pact to never go back (ah)
I can spin my story
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7. |
Stop Once
03:09
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Outland Sessions New Zealand
Outland Sessions is a collaborative songwriting/recording project based in New Zealand.
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