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Manifesto I+II
04:19
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LYRICS
-- Manifesto I --
These words I write
Am I too far left
Or maybe I am not quite right
I wanna fight the good fight
I wanna move towards the light
Certainty
Is a blessing that's alien to me
Eventually
I just wanna see
You say that I can’t change the world
But it sounds a little strange
To say that I can’t change the world
In a world that needs to change
Can’t you see what's happening
I have to ask you why
You say that I can’t change the world
But you know I have to try
-- Manifesto II --
I’ve been having a think lately
About the things that I hold to be true
And I’ve been having a think lately
About how the future is ours to
Shape and mould into the form
That we need it to be
For what’s one man's prosperity
If most of us aren’t free
And I’ll pick up this old guitar
And I’ll stand up before the bar
And I’ll be singing from the heart
This is just the start
I might not know what's right
But I sure as hell know what is wrong
Politicised and weaponised
The soundtrack of the street
They sat, they stood, they starved, it seems to me
That every march must have a beat
They raised their voice
You cannot silence singing folk
You cannot stop them singing
You can’t take away their hope
And I’ll pick up this old guitar
And I’ll stand up before the bar
And I’ll be singing from the heart
This is just the start
I might not know what's right
But I sure as hell know what is wrong
I might not know what's right but I sure as hell know what’s wrong
I might not know what's right but I sure as hell know what’s wrong
I might not know what's right but I sure as hell know what’s wrong
I might not know what's right but I sure as hell know what’s wrong
I might not know what's right but I sure as hell know what’s wrong
I might not know what's right but I sure as hell know what’s wrong
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2. |
Roll Back The Calendar
03:09
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LYRICS
The silverware is tarnished, so’s the gold
I bought in, and I was sold
Up the river for a song
So I just stopped singing
Alarm bells ripped me from the dream
Of Greener grass and might have beens
Guess I’ve known it all along
I don’t need convincing
Fairytales and promises
Mistaken and misled
Roll back the calendar
Because the days have lost their shine
Look back on history books assembled
Standing neatly in a line
Turn back the second hand
See the golden days with rose-tinted design
The empire fell the king is dead
Forgotten words best left unsaid
All the castles made of sand
In the wind dispersing
I hear the talk of good old days,
When exactly was this golden age?
A cloud of smoke a mirrors gleam
But the world keeps turning
Fairytales and promises
Mistaken and misled
Roll back the calendar
Because the days have lost their shine
Look back on history books assembled
Standing neatly in a line
Turn back the second hand
See the golden days with rose-tinted design
Look how far from Albion we’ve strayed
While we search for a yesterday
That never was and never will be
When will I reach my shangri-la
Will I ever get that far
Will the path come clear before me
Roll back the calendar
Because the days have lost their shine
Look back on history books assembled
Standing neatly in a line
Turn back the second hand
See the golden days with rose-tinted design
Roll back the calendar
Roll back the calendar
Roll back the calendar
Roll back it back
Roll back the calendar
Roll back the calendar
Roll back the calendar
Roll back it back
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LYRICS
What gives you the fucking right
What makes you think you know better
Why would you think how it is inside your head’s
The way it should be forever
The times they have been a’changing now for so long
that change is all there is
And the change inside my pocket
Is nowhere near enough to live
I ask what gives you the fucking right
do you think its the money or good breeding
While you stagnate at status quo
And assume you are succeeding
Your gnarled and ancient family tree
Has roots the same as mine
grew under the same sun but for you the stars aligned
But for yours the stars aligned
Money talks
We can’t reply
It’s a one-way conversation
Money talks
I tell no lie
No ideas above your station
So don’t tell me
The same old story – I’ve heard them before
So don’t sell me
The party line – I think we both know the score
So don’t tell me, you’re still wan ting more
So don’t tell me,
What gives you the fucking right
Pretending that you care
To claim We’re all in this together
But you striped the cupboard bare
With gold lining pockets
Your silver spoon overflows
With daddy’s name behind you
We all know how it goes
Money talks
There is no doubt
So don’t tell me
The same old story – I’ve heard them before
So don’t sell me
The party line – I think we both know the score
So don’t tell me, you’re still wan ting more
So don’t tell me,
You’ll have your say
You’ll buy your way
Whatever it costs you’re going to pay
You can try me
But you can’t buy me
You can’t afford me, I’m not for sale
What gives you the fucking right
What makes you think you know me
What makes you think the way it’s always been
Is the way it’s gotta be
So don’t tell me
The same old story – I’ve heard them before
So don’t sell me
The party line – I think we both know the score
So don’t tell me, you’re still wanting more
So don’t tell me, you’re still wanting more
So don’t tell me
The same old story – I’ve heard them before
So don’t sell me
The party line – I think we both know the score
So don’t tell me, you’re still wanting more
So don’t tell me,
What gives you the fucking right.
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LYRICS
So gather ye round, I’ll perform a trick for you
Just to prove that Fairy tales do come true
How many cards am I holding
How many cards do you see
The answer my friends,
as always depends
On how many you want there be
What does it mean for me and you
It’s the soundtrack of a bloodless coup
Something borrowed something blue
I never promised you flowers
I just sowed the seed
Told you what you wanted to hear
Showed you just what you need
Oh the truth it appears
Is what the people believe
So gather ye round, can you do a trick for me
Just to prove how much better things could be
Take your half empty glasses
And fill them halfway
Let the people perceive
Maybe even believe
It will somehow be better some day
What does it mean for you and me
A suggestion of prosperity
No mention of austerity
I never promised you flowers
You know I just sowed the seed
Told you what you wanted to hear
Showed you just what you need
Oh the truth it appears
Is what the people believe
So close your eyes and let me whisper in your ear
Tales of how things could be
Let me show you the prize, and take away those nagging fears
And see what you wanted to see
I never promised you flowers
I just sowed the seed
Told you what you wanted to hear
Showed you just what you need
Oh the truth it appears
Is what the people believe
I never promised you flowers
No I just sowed the seed
Told you what you wanted to hear
Showed you just what you need
Oh the truth it appears
Is what the people believe
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5. |
Gravy Train
03:34
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LYRICS
Monday dawns the working week begins
Alarm bells ring, the rank and file fall in
The people of the weekend just the robots of the week
The battery hens of retail, production line of sheep
I use the tube
You board the gravy train
I walk to work
You ride the family name
What goes around
Is coming round
Is coming round again
What goes around
Is coming round
Is coming round again
What goes around is coming round again
We’re most or less the same in many ways
Born to different parents,different names
Not so different you and me, a bloodline lottery
Not so different you and me, it’s just our destiny
What goes around
Is coming round
Is coming round again
What goes around
Is coming round
Is coming round again
What goes around is coming round again
And we went to different schools
And we played by different rules
You know you always will get by
A family friend, the old school tie
All aboard the gravy train
We’re riding on the family name
these things have always been the same
What goes around is coming round again
Your day will come
Your will be done
The heir to the throne
The first born of a first born
Silver spoon babies now silver spoon men
Have their silver spoon babies
And we all start again
What goes around
Is coming round
Is coming round again
What goes around
Is coming round
Is coming round again
What goes around
Is coming round
Is coming round again
What goes around is coming round again
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6. |
Where Do The Poets Go?
04:22
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Closing down sale
Everything must go
I’ve seen those signs before
But what I didn’t know
Was that everything means everything
And when everything goes
And when everything goes
There’s nothing left
They took my car they took my phone
They took my house they took my home
Repossessed all that I own
They stripped me bare down to the bone
My three-piece suite and new TV
My self-respect my dignity
My sense of worth my self-esteem
They took my hope they took my dream
Everything they took from me
I lost my friends my family
I’m selling up I’m selling out
I’m giving up I’m moving out
And where do they go to these things I have lost
Who stands to gain who counts the cost
Empty pockets empty streets,
Empty promise broken dreams
And where do they go to these things I have lost
Who stands to gain who counts the cost
Empty pockets empty streets,
Empty promise broken dreams
Our fathers were lying
Their dreams slowly dying
Now the young men just trying
To get through the day
Reduced to cameo
A celestial puppet show
One more fallen domino
The games people play
Throw coins in the wishing well
Cling on to the carousel
Retreat to the citadel
When it’s our turn to pray
And all that I need to know
Is what makes the roses grow
And where do the poets go
When there’s nothing left to say
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7. |
Groundhog Day
03:17
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LYRICS
In a game for cheats and fools
It always helps to make the rules
To make the rules and keep the score
These games have all been played before
It’s just a game we all must play
It’s just a game called groundhog day
We all know that we can’t win
But a game we must begin
It’s just the way it’s always been
Our fathers played our fathers lost
And to this day we count the cost
As relics of the past remain
You own the courts the ball and chain
These games have all been played before
Already know the final score
We all know that we can’t win
It’s just the way it’s always been
It’s just a game we all must play
It’s just a game called groundhog day
We all know that we can’t win
But a game we must begin
It’s just the way it’s always been
A game for you for us it’s real
We use your cards you get to deal
You get first pick the inside lane
How come the umpire knows your name
We use your ball you play downhill
It happened then it’s happening still
And so you win and take the gold
The titles bought and the honours sold
It is your game
That’s why you win
It is the way it’s always been
It’s a game we all must play
A game a game called groundhog day
We do not count we have no choice
We have no chance we have no voice
You catch the coin you pass the blame
We can’t appeal we can’t complain
And even though we know the score
The wounds run deep and the wounds are raw
Age-old scars refuse to heal
This game of yours is far too real
And so we play your futile game
We know the score will be the same
A game we know we just can’t win
It’s the way it’s always been
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8. |
Bells
02:27
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LYRICS
Ring the bells the people said
And placed the crown upon his head
Ring the bell of number ten
We’ll merrily go round again
Ring out the bells bring out your dead
Don’t ring those bells for me
We rang the bells in victory
To celebrate our liberty
Now they ring for vanity
So ring those bells
But don’t ring those bells for me
For Ringing bells won’t pay the bills
House the homeless treat the ill
Find jobs for youngsters on the dole
Put pennies in the begging bowl
Ring out the bells bring out your dead
Don’t ring those bells for me
We rang the bells in victory
To celebrate our liberty
Now they ring for vanity
So ring those bells
But don’t ring those bells for me
Silver spoon babies
Become silver spoon men
What goes around
Is coming round
Is coming round again
You stood and clapped as if you cared
Token gestures hollow words
A photo opportunity
That passes for democracy
Ring out the bells bring out your dead
But don’t ring those bells for me
We rang the bells and clapped our hands
And you told us of the promised land
But now we finally understand
So ring those bells
But don’t ring those bells for me
We rang the bells in victory
To celebrate our liberty
Now they ring for vanity
So ring those bells
But don’t ring those bells for me
Ring the bells and heed the warning
Ring the bells a new day dawning
So ring those bells
But don’t ring those bells for me
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9. |
Manifesto III
04:31
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LYRICS
They won’t speak the truth
But their silence is deafening
It don’t mean a single thing
Not a whimper but a yawn
It might not be today
But there will be a reckoning
One day a bell will ring
To greet the new day's dawn
In every bar
On every stage
Every banner ever waved
You can hear the people singing
Let every line of every song
Rouse the sleeping from their slumber
Lead the people to the street
So many voices can’t be wrong
So like the poets of my childhood
And the prophets of my youth
Three chords are all you need to tell the truth
They taught me where to look to find the answers
Or was it just a pretty melody
I turned the dial I switched the station
But like an echo their words keep coming back to me
And we joined in every chorus
And we hung on every word
And we sang their song to others
And we told them what we heard
Let every line of every song
Rouse the sleeping from their slumber
Lead the people to the street
So many voices can’t be wrong
So like the poets of my childhood
And the prophets of my youth
Three chords are all you need to tell the truth
They told me that the times they were a changing
Or was that just another song
I might not know what’s right
I sure as hell know what is wrong
So I’ll pick up this old guitar
And I’ll stand up before the bar
And I’ll be singing from the heart
Let every line of every song
Rouse the sleeping from their slumber
Lead the people to the street
So many voices can’t be wrong
So like the poets of my childhood
And the prophets of my youth
Three chords are all you need to tell the truth
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The Kelly Line Cheltenham, UK
The Kelly Line is a father-son songwriting duo.
Mike (dad) and Ben (son) write the songs together which Ben performs and produces.
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