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Easy Come
03:30
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LYRICS
The future’s
never been
Twenty twenty but it seems
That as I age I’m losing focus
Losing sight of all my dreams
All my dreams
Left to rust
It Feels like times betrayed my trust
I feel the sands of time are calling
Castles crumble into dust
It’s becoming increasingly obvious
That I don’t know
What I don’t know
Easy come
And easy go
I won’t miss what I never knew I had
So I figure it makes sense
Just to sit here on the fence
It’s just a little too little and a little too late for me
I know
I should persist
But I don’t wanna take the risk
In trying too hard to remember
All the chances I have missed
That I’ve missed
Thrown away
How I long for yesterday
Before the past became tomorrow
And tomorrow was today
It’s becoming increasingly obvious
That I don’t know
What I don’t know
Easy come
And easy go
I won’t miss what I never knew I had
So I figure it makes sense
Just to sit here on the fence
It’s just a little too little and a little too late for me
And so we wait to see
How the cards are fallin
Who the Gods are callin
The Hell that hath no fury
But no one ever warned me
It’s just a little too little and a little too late for me
I don’t know
What I don’t know
Easy come
And easy go
I won’t miss what I never knew I had
So I figure it makes sense
Just to sit here on the fence
It’s just a little too little and a little too late for me
I don’t know
What I don’t know
Easy come
And easy go
I won’t miss what I never knew I had
So I figure it makes sense
Just to sit here on the fence
It’s just a little too little and a little too late for me
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2. |
All The Wrong Things
04:04
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LYRICS
You’re thinking no way I’ll resist
You’re not the only girl I’ve kissed
And I think that you will find
That I’m really not that kind
Forbidden fruits wait to be tasted
All those nights I’ve ever wasted
I’m doing all the wrong things
For all the wrong reasons
I’ve got no firm allegiance
But just in case
I’m gonna get
My retaliation in first
You’ll get no apology
This is how it’s gonna be
Cos I can read between the lines
I can see the tell-tale signs
Forbidden fruits wait to be tasted
All those nights I’ve ever wasted
I’m doing all the wrong things
For all the wrong reasons
I’ve got no firm allegiance
But just in case
I’m gonna get
My retaliation in first
INSTRUMENTAL
I’m doing all the wrong things
For all the wrong reasons
I’ve got no firm allegiance
But just in case
I’m gonna get
My retaliation in first
I don’t know, but I am sure
Seen enough, don’t need no more
All of the things I think you’ve done, I can’t ignore
A risk that I’m prepared to take
I’m not the kind to hesitate
Before I’m hurt much more
I must retaliate
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3. |
Mona Lisa
03:24
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LYRICS
Less than a fact but more than a guess
Her lips saying no but her eyes saying yes
The penultimate act in the last pantomime
I’ve lived my nine lives now I’m just killing time
Not quite a yes, but more than a no
Her eyes saying stay, but her lips saying go
I have to plead guilty of thought, word and deed
The memories congeal as the truth starts to bleed
guilty by association
Inappropriate elation
Unconventional flirtation
Ultimate emancipation
Risking excommunication
Incremental degradation
And in a crowded works canteen
the moment largely goes unseen
the bishop quietly takes the queen
the cat has finally got his cream
and in a no-names asked motel
some people buy, some people sell
some people kiss, some people tell
the witches cast their evil spell
And who was Mona Lisa smiling at
Who could she see, what did she know
Did she smile first, did they smile back
What did they say, where did they go?
INSTRUMENTAL
The flames are still rising, the mist now descends
The angels are leaving, my demon returns
Some will be lost, but some shall be saved
Would you throw the first stone, would you hammer the nails?
And in an all-night coffee bar
the lights are dim, the door ajar
behind the smoke from your cigar
lest we remember who we are
And in a backstreet cheap saloon
two strangers nod good afternoon
the moment’s over all too soon
an aborted honeymoon
and in a black and white cartoon
silhouetted by the moon
the piper plays his lonely tune
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4. |
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LYRICS
Another bloody crossroads
And more than four directions I can take
Another turning point
Another choice that I must make
I’m not old but I am getting older every single day
I’m not brave but I am bold now in so many different ways
And I am flawed, but I’ll keep moving on, I know I’ll be ok
Looking forward to tomorrow glancing back at yesterday
The grass may well be greener
Might be futile but I’ve got to chase the gold
I’ll write my own script
Not the lines that I’ve been sold
And I’ll weave into my story
All the things I want to do
Not the well-worn paths I know too well
I’ll venture somewhere new
I’m not old but I am getting older every single day
I’m not brave but I am bold now in so many different ways
And I am flawed, but I’ll keep moving on, I know I’ll be ok
Looking forward to tomorrow glancing back at yesterday
INSTRUMENTAL
And I know
That I could stay
Another night
Another day
Do my time
Nine to five
Make my pay
But I'm not waiting for a Friday
I am living for today
I'm not following the followers
I'm making my own way
I’m not there but I am getting closer every step I take
And I might not but now I know that it’s a chance I’ve got to take
And I’m not perfect but I’m trying and I know I’ll make mistakes
It’s a choice I have to live with it’s a chance I’ve got to take
I’m not old but I am getting older every single day
I’m not brave but I am bold now in so many different ways
And I am flawed, but I’ll keep moving on, I know I’ll be ok
Looking forward to tomorrow glancing back at yesterday
I don't have to
But I want to
And I need to
So I will
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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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