The Landed Gentry

by Lyle Christine

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released April 20, 2015

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Lyle Christine Glasgow, UK

- patience of a toddler, radioactive levels of cynicism.

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Track Name: Wilting Member
Imperfect design, mechanical fail, broken embrace, let me see you smile
Wretched concerns, distracted by fear, cut to the quick, and the wolves draw near
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We’re forced to compete, for what we don’t need, and the madness never ends
The fool on the hill, is making a kill, their pockets are filled
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Impressive display, a luminous troupe, presence of mind, with a strong salute
After the fact, digest the complaint, murdered by crows, and the grace is saved

Corrected mistake, renew the effect, short of the score, sell your self-respect
Ask for advice, but never explain, sale or return and the land is drained
Track Name: Safe As Poppies
Even keel, quick change I’m dressing in carpet
Pin pricks are sold on the market
Struggling to hit my targets
Cooling off in the SHU
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Chorus
I’d like to place an order
For chaos and disorder
Inflict a little torture
Buckle at the knees
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Verse 2
Pleasantries, bad fruit, I’m boiling the cider
Headache from the super collider
Measuring the width getting wider
Bugger all else to do
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Interlude
Moons ago, skin and bone
Dedicated to the cause
The glowing embers are on loan
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Verse 3
Trivial disputes, I beg your pardon
Axe grind in the rock ring garden
Silverware polished and sharpened
Nothing but savage sin
Track Name: Morning Is Broken
Hold still! Falling in an outrage
Possibly going on a rampage
Downbeat, ripple in the quarter
More miles and never falter
Penny drop, suddenly a vision
Listen out for pearly wisdom
Side-step, narrowly avoided
Don’t look so disappointed

Chorus
Where all of your needs are catered for,
The struggle submits, and settlers the score
Aloof on the cusp, immovable type,
Do come along, tonight is the night
Reflections are grim, a state of decay,
Your right to reply, now paying to play
When using your sole, instead of a brake,
Prepare for the worst, for your own sake
Track Name: Rootin' & Tootin'
Careful now| revolting| heavy cow| bemoaning
Salty dog| cut neatly|over-joy-ous
Plan to fail| tread lightly| kneeling sale| bum bailey
Extra lisp| Skull dugger| comes-with-service

I’m just here for the treats, all in all as it is, shifting loot for the man
Up-and-at-om!
Soldier up on your feet, here it goes there it was, cut the price for a friend
Lim-ber-soft-ly!

Reckless living – bottles spinning – I’m not kidding – talk to your minister
All good men shall – have their souls sold - for a pro-fit – fire the economists
Taking the piss – taking a risk – make no mistake – BRANDY BARRELL
After the news – looking for clues – paying your dues – GIVE NO QUARTER

Maker’s gonna make – trouble in the end – what’s your fate, well that depends
Hapless figurine – frozen in time – learning curves and hills to climb
Social policy – excavated truth – make believe and absent poof
Heady heights of fame – supple rib cage – got to make a penny last today and last all day tomorrow


Perfect colour for your new home – pleasant contrast, hue and good tone
A new range of rugs and soft drapes – silver ware and hand painted plates
Track Name: Guitar Coward
Verse
Cooled cup, sardonic sip
Limped in to second place
White wash the splintered frames
Step back, admire your pace

Chorus
Rush through without attention
Deadlines to meet
Claim for a silent partner
Rinse and repeat

Verse
Dash board polished with spit
Reduced to cinder and ash
Heavy gait, dragging your shoe
Big deal, embar rassed to ask
Track Name: Standard Bearer
Holy hell without rest, all the dashing white guests
Dressing up to the nines, heady heights that we climb
Careful with the petard, hoisted over the guard
To this myth you devote, it was murder she wrote
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Oh the daily bread, it’s a burden, how the upper crust treats the vermin
How to live your life as a human, trying to survive in the union
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Clasping finger control, change of heart when you’re old
Led astray by your will, broken contract fulfilled
Pleasantries are exchanged, alibis are explained
Raided during the night, broadcast in black and white

The methods of those fools, dialectical rules
As the horror unfolds, breaking out of the mould
Tonight was a success, all the folks were impressed
With your balancing act, with your panic attack
Track Name: Sunny With Showers
Well it suits you well, a consolation tape
All your best bits, your greatest hits to date
The timing is perfect, the usual suspect
Aint that the truth, long in the tooth, it’s just no use

There was a time, we’d argue toe to toe,
Oh man I’m red, ashamed of what I know
I’m taking my chances, the habit advances
I know the score, been here before, I can’t take no more

For goodness sake, agree to disagree
No contest won, each loser equally
The money you’re spending, no point in pretending
Small price to pay, to walk away, that’s what they say

I’ve had enough! Too much to comprehend
White light white noise, I’ve reached the withered end
I’m hitting the road Jack, along the old dirt track
Enough’s enough, I know it’s rough, it starts with quantum fluctuations in a void
Track Name: Get Your Grip
Giving orders, giving overs, I don’t think I need directions
Automatic, little bastards, gaining more land every second
Salt crystals, by the dozen, renovate a shallow business
Early warning, in the morning, your privates far from hidden
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I’m chickening out downtown, I’m checking out all the power protection
The fun fair is far from safe, you’ll need to take a change of selection
I’m running it out of the ground, no more shall we fear the depths of the motion
The long run is pinned at the neck, good grief another monthly inspection
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Up the ante, to the limit, a token passing gesture
With the bud nipped, with the paint stripped, A night of no half measures
Track Name: Twerping
Slim chance, halted by the old guard
Time to quit, heading up the red star
A great shame, lost another treasure trove
Overrun, feeling heat and feeling loath
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Snare pit, covered with a damp cloth
Time is now, pulling in and getting off
Test run, knife in back, fork in road
Good result, digging up the mother lode
Track Name: One Hundred and One Percent
Freedom of choice is the essence of life – give me alternatives
Passing the post by the skin of your teeth – options are limited
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All the young dudes are living the blues, the double dip grind is yesterday’s news,
The paranoid rant from the magic lamp, living this life in ‘real terms’
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Tanning your hide for the person you love – alms for the glamorous
Scraping the floor of the barrel o’ fun – rinse and repeat again