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Tales Of A Teenage Mind
03:01
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Mondays came along, we'd think nothing of it
'Til we got a little older
Fridays came along and felt the start of something
Trying to get a grip on who we were
So Saturdays became our time
As we could bend the rules and step out of line
When the night seemed attractive and the day seemed just for us
Tales of a teenage mind
Blur the lines of truth or lie
Boredom and freedom went hand in hand
And when it came down to it life was but a free ride
Waiting for moments that would light a fuse
The ideas that made our minds tick
Our motives were merely naive prospects
We were only living for kicks
Like kicking around in fields
And telling stories that were supposedly real
Having a laugh wishing time would last and thinking
"We've got this all sussed"
Tales of a teenage mind
Blur the lines of truth or lie
Boredom and freedom went hand in hand
And when it came down to it life was but a free ride
The trials and tribulations that would seem the be all and end all
The same old shit that came from the same old people
The lessons you learnt outside the classrooms
Are the ones that stick with you
Before our ideals seemed to change and the weeks would waste away
Tales of a teenage mind
Blur the lines of truth or lie
Boredom and freedom went hand in hand
And when it came down to it life was but a free ride
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Each and all and everyone
Me and you and them under the same sun
There’s a million words and a million ways
For each and all and everyone to get day by day
One likes it hot and the other likes it cold
She likes it fast but he likes it slow
Finding equilibrium between this and that
It’s a dangerous task that doesn’t serve for facts
I met a bloke that seemed slightly off balance
A walking mimic that was drunk on social challenge
Still, he played it cool being someone else
But what’s so cool in being afraid of yourself?
As he tried so hard to be what he’s not
A character to prove something he hasn’t got
It's with ease that I could see right through
The glass he's made of sure wasn't self shatter proof
It’s what those wandering eyes, they think of you
They determine your presence and put together each piece of who
You are not but it’s what you’ve got to put yourself through
The constant struggle of trying to be on top
Second in line will never be enough
The bravado battle it goes on and on
As the fog of desperation covers up where they’re from
But who says that we need some sort of moral direction
Or a handy set of values to guide a person
When we can all have right of way, a way of rights
So it’s a case of shut your mouth because we can all say what we like
But the narcissist moron of the new dimension
Creates wave of a ripple drowning the rest in tension(al)
Contempt that they’ve built throughout all this
As they build themselves higher their structures at risk
It’s what those wandering eyes, they think of you
They determine your presence and put together each piece of who
You are not but it’s what you’ve got to put yourself through
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3. |
Show Me A Good Time
02:42
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If it don't look good down on paper then the worth's washed away
There's for sure nothing good to be had, boy it's out of the picture you better be on you way
Seems to me there's no need for logic so knock me up some sense
If there's potential that ain't half bad yet the paper says otherwise then you're out on a fence
Show me a good time let me choose my glory
Doors to the future getting slammed in my face
No, that ain't for me
Don't they get what to see
Show me a good time like a backhand to your criteria
Living on the line we're on it grinds my gears
There's no room to move out of sync
I'm not a factory made robot made for your own safety
So many minds means so many questions and so many points of views (This is mine!)
Listening to you ain't all that mandatory all your funny little rules are now starting to bore me
Show me a good time let me choose my glory
Doors to the future getting slammed in my face
No, that ain't for me
Don't they get what to see
Show me a good time like a backhand to your criteria
I don't understand why we're in someones hands
It's too far gone and I ain't getting along
'Cause we're all just living under someone else's shoes
Like we're all just streaks of piss in the wind
Show me a good time let me choose my glory
Doors to the future getting slammed in my face
No, that ain't for me
Don't they get what to see
So, show me a good time let me choose my glory
Doors to the future getting slammed in my face
No, that ain't for me
Going down to deadbeat street
To meet the public enemy
Where there's no politically correct
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4. |
I Don't Need You
02:43
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Everything you say doesn't have to heard
Half the time it doesn't even make sense
I won't take you word for word
You'd try and better yourself at my expense
I know you like to be liked
It's really nothing new
When you want something you're so very kind
But to me your kind does not ring true
I don't need you
I don't need you
I don't need you
I don't need you
It's clear you place yourself a cut above the rest
But as for a reason why, I'm drawing a blank
You're stitched together with arrogance
I can see you're itching to profess "Hey it's all about me, man!"
'Cause I've heard enough to know
We're not singing the same tune
You've made me realise I don't like wasting my time
So quite frankly to tell you the truth
I don't need you
I don't need you
I don't need you
I don't need you
To tell you the truth...
I don't need you
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5. |
I've Got It Coming
03:06
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As soon as I walk out of my door
I know I'm not safe anymore
'Cause they see me here, see me there
I'm walking alone, they're trying to match my stare
But I know where I stand
And I like to think I know who I am
And what is set in my soul
I've sewn onto the sleeve of my coat
I'm young I'm brash I've got bite and I'm flash
I'm lost and found I've come first I've come last
I'm not big, I'm not small
I don't want to be what I know I'm not at all
And I know where I stand
And I like to think I know who I am
And what is set in my soul
I've sewn onto the sleeve of my coat
I've got my kind of trends
I don't have to go pretend
To be someone I'm really not
So go and take a good look this ain't a facade
Take a good look this ain't a facade
High road rollers
Back alley clans
To live while I'm young
To do what I can
'Cause the first place fifth
The fifth place first
What goes around comes around
I'll wait my turn
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Band Wagon
03:09
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I know nothing if it's not what's in
A blind eye's cast if I'm not worth a showing
I'm a fool without a sense of intelligence
An outsider with a lack of relevance
You can do what you like
You can be who you want
Just remember not to fall from the band wagon
For what's so expressive there's a lot of rules
You wouldn't be far off feeling like your back sat in school
There's the freedom to live however colourful and bright
Just as long as you keep it within the lines
You can do what you like
You can be who you want
Just remember not to fall from the band wagon
Everyone thinks they break the mould
When they're living in societies where they can'y get a hold of themselves
So they wear certain clothes and repeat the lines that they've been told
Everyone thinks they break the mould
When they're living in societies where they can'y get a hold of themselves
So they wear certain clothes and repeat the lines that they've been told
Join the club and scrub yourself of your name
Acquire the relevance that you can't help but to crave
There's a characteristic that's routinely specific
You won't get the time of day if you don't roll with it
You can do what you like
You can be who you want
Just remember not to fall from the band wagon
"We will give you a hand and take you in
We are so nice like that you'll be great under our wing
So, what do you do and where are you from
But most importantly are you on the band wagon"
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Move
03:05
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Quit your lulling and get yourself going
Time won't stop just for you
Put on your shoes and tie them right up tight
Get yourself on the move
Don't slow down
Don't go and drag your feet
Don't you scuff up those shoes
Keep it up
Don't you stop
You've gotta move move
Move move
Move
Feeling for freedom it's what you want in a beat
And if it's freedom that you're feeling shout move
Move
Move
In the streets
Dance through life like a flame in the night
Keep lively and burning bright
They won't realise that what you're doing is right
When you're dancing on your own and that's fine
Life's short lived
In a short lived
What's your aim whatcha gonna do
Don't follow or be taught
Don't jump in the net and be caught
Only you choose where your feet carry you
You're gonna get nowhere if you don't get up and move
Feeling for freedom it's what you want in a beat
And if it's freedom that you're feeling shout move
Move
Move
In the streets
Manoeuvre your own
Own a movement
Forget who's watching
Just get a movin'
Step by step
Shift by shift
Shift into action
Move to a motion
Get some variation
Make an alteration
Measure the count
It's as easy as
Move move
Move move
Get your feet on the floor
To the 1, 2, 3, 4
Feeling for freedom it's what you want in a beat
And if it's freedom that you're feeling shout move
Move
Move
In the streets
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8. |
Contradiction
03:05
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When I'm out in public
I don't always want to stand out
I would to fade into the crowd
But I'd hate to be like everyone else
When I'm feeling lost and alone
I prefer to be on my own
But then again at the same time being found would be nice
Oh, yes it would
Contradiction, always conflicting
It's got me cornered
But maybe it would be boring if everything was just so straightforward
Decisions decisions
Like what's every persons political stance
But I don't know what to wear and if it's taking a chance
But then again I'd hate to be like everyone else
Always stuck in my room
When I'd like to go out and be cool
But I'm not a big drinker and parties aren't my thing
Then again I've never been invited to one
Contradiction, always conflicting
It's got me cornered
Maybe it would be boring if everything was just so straightforward
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9. |
Keep The Faith
03:24
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When I feel put out like a cigarette on the floor of the high street
I find it to reignite myself
It's a pick me up that will be there for when I need help because
I don't always feel up for being someone
And when the day is done and I'm overcome and I need that something to spur me on
I've got to keep the faith
Because the future's my aim
And I mustn't throw it away
And let my true principles deviate
When I end up stood right at the foot of the forthcoming
It looms with a sense of urgency
I feel the coldness hit as I'm frozen in its shade of uncertainty because
I don't always feel up for being someone
And when the day is done and I'm overcome and I need that something to spur me on
I've got to keep the faith
Because the future's my aim
And I mustn't throw it away
And let my true principles deviate
I tell myself to keep it safe
'Cause it's a treasure buried deep within
A trait that has the power to mark my fate
I always keep it within my reach
Even when I can't make ends meet
I'll keep by me and I'll stay standing on my own two feet
I've got to keep the faith
Because the future's my aim
And I mustn't throw it away
And let my true principles deviate
I've got to keep the faith
Because the future's my aim
And I mustn't throw it away
And let my true principles deviate
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10. |
Living For Kicks
03:39
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Stood on the corner of Nelson Street
Like cats on a hot tin roof
Looking for trouble, waiting not so patiently
One pack of fags
Two left
Three people that think that they're the best
Sat on a wall, four young men have been drinking
Poor mum and dad are none the wiser
But the entire road know what they were thinking
And they don't take kindly to criticism
But they can tell you their cousin went to prison
Living for kicks
Isn't that what it's always been about?
Living for kicks
The subconscious idea that's in everyone
A boy and a girl walk down by the river
As the world seemingly circles just for the two of them
Had enough of the small talk and nervous laughter
As they intertwine hands and confess their love
She prays it ain't cheap so they can get along
Living for kicks
Isn't that what it's always been about?
Living for kicks
The subconscious idea that's in everyone
And it's that something that we all know
That has the potential to sway which way life goes
Different kinds do it different ways
But when it comes down to it we're just looking for the same old thing
And from the day that we are born
There's the question of "What do we live for?"
Living for kicks
Isn't that what it's always been about?
Living for kicks
The subconscious idea that's in everyone
Living for kicks
Isn't that what it's always been about?
Living for kicks
The finer meaning of what we do
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Sharp Class Nottingham, UK
Sharp Class are a British power trio consisting of Oliver Orton on guitar and lead vocals, Billy Woodfield on bass guitar and Declan Mills on the drums. Their songs are grounded in realism and spattered with a sly English wit, while seamlessly merging the illustrious DNA of Punk, Soul, Power-Pop, Britpop and Rock n' Roll. ... more
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