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Breakfast of Champions
02:31
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I wake up broken, in a daze
My goose cooked I feel like hell
I might have egg dripping off of my face
But that don’t explain the smell
I drained the bar completely dry
I bit off more than I could chew
But tell me what good is a cake,
If you can’t eat it too?
I feel my head’s being cracked wide open
This dog-bite might be my end
I say I’ll learn my lessons and don’t then
We serve up breakfast of champions again, again, again and again
It seems I got my just desserts
By mid-morning I’m still stale
A cigarette to save my life
I’m drinking coffee by the pale
I feel my head’s being cracked wide open
This dog-bite might be my end
I say I’ll learn my lessons and don’t then
We serve up breakfast of champions again, again, again and again
Te explico
Unas tostaditas
Unas rodajas de tomate
Un rico hummus picante
Una magia de orégano virgen
Y un jugo de naranjilla
Que rico ese juguito de naranjilla
I feel my head’s being cracked wide open
This dog-bite might be my end
I say I’ll learn my lessons and don’t then
We serve up breakfast of champions again, again, again and again
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2. |
I'll Never Be A Cowboy
02:52
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At a party
Getting late
And everybody here they look like
They’re about half my age
I strike up conversation
With a girl standing
In the hall
I said, “I’ll never be a cowboy”
She laughed said no
You’re too small
But in time
I’m starting to see all the signs
Go change your hair
Go change your friends
Go change your clothes
Be someone else
Just not yourself
That’s how it goes
Better now
I suppose
Than in a year or two
I guess
It’s true that I am
Getting old
I’ll never be a cowboy
Sam said it’s cause I
Talk too much
He might’ve had a point
But I wouldn’t know
interrupted
But in time
You’re starting to see all the signs
Go change your hair
Go change your friends
Go change your clothes
Be someone else
Just not yourself
That’s how it goes
Go change your hair
Go change your friends
Go change your clothes
Be someone else
Just not yourself
That’s how it goes
Heading home
Starts to rain
I flag a taxi off the street
Ask the driver ‘do you know John Wayne?’
But he’s just looking at the road
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the_truthrider
02:51
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His hair’s scraped thin across the top of his head
He’s got a Joe Rogan T-shirt and his name is Ed
Started trading in crypto, he lives with his Mum
He said he’s pro eugenics but it’s just for fun
Ed hasn’t showered in a week and doesn’t think we can tell
But there’s a fairly wide berth on account of the smell
Might seem to outsiders like he’s pretty shy
Little do they know that this is no ordinary guy
He’s
The Truth Rider
The Truth Rider
You better run, run, run
Ed says he finds most modern music an affront to the ears
He’s into Radiohead, at least their earlier years
You wouldn’t like his film-taste, it’s too Avant Garde
Works every conversation round to Jean-Luc Godard
He’s never met a woman that was worthy of him
Or found the motivation needed to workout at a gym
His calculated indifference could be perceived as a frown
But in internet circles he’s achieved quite some renown
As
The Truth Rider
The Truth Rider
Eddie once fell in love
With a sweet girl
From halfway round the world
She that she felt the same
She’d love to take the plane
So he transferred her the fare
And never heard from her again
The Truth Rider
The Truth Rider
The Truth Rider
The Truth Rider
You better run, run, run
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4. |
Be Your Girl
03:12
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About half past three and I’m just propping up the bar
Walking and talking in circles not going very far
I see her putting on her coat and she gives me a stare
Comes, grabs me by the arm says “Baby, I wanna go somewhere”
She won’t care
If it’s only just for a night
Cause she’s a rollercoaster ticket maybe
And I’m only along for the ride
She said “I wanted you to be my girl
But only if I can be your man”
I said I’m gonna have to think about it
Smoked half of a cigarette and coughed up a lung
She said I “looked like Jimmy Neutron, only not so young”
She told me “Kiss me quick, catch me unawares”
She wished that I was better looking, well I guess that’s fair
She won’t care
If it’s only just for a night
Cause she’s a rollercoaster ticket maybe
And I’m only along for the ride
I said “I wanted you to be my man
But only if I can be your girl”
She said I’m gonna have to think about it
Oh
That’s right
Take your time baby think it over
We’re not in a hurry
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5. |
Vegetable Soup
03:09
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I could have mastered a trade
Sailed round the world in eight days
But seems like I’m spending summer with your mother, younger brother and you
I could’ve aimed for the stars
Or been the first man to Mars
Instead we’re stuck on the sofa eating microwaved vegetable soup
But somehow lately
That doesn’t make me blue
(Make me blue, make me blue)
I could have launched a new
Or starred on stage and on screen
So how come I’m sat here fighting for an inch of duvet made for two
I could have made all my gold
Finding a cure for the cold
Yet here I am sitting listening to gossip ‘bout your colleague Sue
(She made out with Kevin at the Christmas party, what was she thinking?)
But somehow lately
That doesn’t make me blue
(Make me blue, make me blue)
I could have been all the rage
Been friends with Nicolas Cage
I could have made the fans scream
Playing for the national team
I could have patented water
I could have swam in the sea with the otters
I could have married a model
Sold my scent as perfume by the bottle
I could have been something…
But somehow lately
That doesn’t make me blue
(Make me blue, make me blue)
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6. |
Rue Britannia
04:21
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The tone of voices has changed round my way
And the flags have gone berserk
It flooded in on the roads and by-ways
On a wave of pain and hurt
The population are pointing fingers
And they say that heads will roll
The puppets line up for lord and master
It’s for they whom the bell tolls
But you see
It’s them it’s not me
I wasn’t made for times like these
Where could we find
Strength to be kind
They made a cage of their beliefs
Would that we start again but maybe that’s naïve
Old tape of fallen empire
Of a culture under siege
An apathetic and hopeless place
If you don’t like it you can leave
So barricade all the doors and windows
Of your large suburban home
Lay back and think of the Queen of England
While they tear away your soul
But you see
It’s them it’s not me
I wasn’t made for times like these
Where could we find
Strength to be kind
They made a cage of their beliefs
Would that we start again but maybe that’s naïve
But you see
It’s them it’s not me
I wasn’t made for times like these
Where could we find
Strength to be kind
They made a cage of their beliefs
Why would you care
Stay unaware
Your ignorance gives you relief
Would that we start again but maybe that’s naïve
That’s naïve
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Existential Cigarette
03:17
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As life leaves you full of doubt
Chews you up then spits you out
It seems as though you may have lost your way
Find the strength in solemn prayer
Or politics or whatever it takes
To help you make it through the day
Maybe we’re just predisposed to search for more?
Hard-wired to believe there’s something we’re here for?
If there is a God above, then let Him say to me
What on earth all this could mean
The loneliness deep in your bones
In quiet moments all alone
Just find some way to drown out all your fear
Could you ever understand
The pain inside your fellow man?
The weight of loving all that he holds dear
Maybe we’re just predisposed to search for more?
Hard-wired to believe there’s something we’re here for?
If there is a God above, then let Him say to me
What on earth all this could mean
Lay down all your burdens now
You’ve been losing sleep
There’s no need to keep them with you
They aren’t you, anyhow
Maybe we’re just predisposed to search for more?
Hard-wired to believe there’s something we’re here for?
If there is a God above, then let Him say to me
What on earth all this could mean
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8. |
San Ignacio
03:03
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He was there when it started
A beast void of form
And through His tortured howl
A new age was born
Twilight of the martyr
(O San Ignacio say)
Prostrate and lame
(O San Ignacio say)
And still I hear that voice
(O San Ignacio say)
Screaming out His name
So see the passenger
A mad hell-cat ride
Descend into the valley
For one final time
Twilight of the martyr
(O San Ignacio say)
Prostrate and lame
(O San Ignacio say)
And still I hear that voice
(O San Ignacio say)
Screaming out His name
His back is bent and broke
Beneath the burden that He bears
The ragged garment on His chest
The only clothing that He wears
Take me to a place beyond pleasure beyond pain
And still I hear that voice
Screaming out His name
Screaming out His name
(O San Ignacio say)
Screaming out His name
(O San Ignacio say)
Screaming out His name
(Oh San Ignacio say)
Screaming out His name
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9. |
Better Off
04:06
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Sixth day of a sickness
Sore head and stiff wrist
Flat broke with a wish-list
But I’m better off than I was with you
Another inch on the waistline
There’s bad noise on the grapevine
I’m hungover from cheap wine
But I’m better off than I was with you
But I’m better off cause now we are through
Career stuck in the doldrums
I’m stuck twiddling two thumbs
A race basically half run
But I’m better off than I was with you
I’m lacking love and devotion
There’s no more fish in the ocean
My friends tell me I’m coasting
But I’m better off than I was with you
But I’m better off cause now we are through
Soft head on a hard floor
I didn’t see the signs
You lied and wasted so much of my time
Tell me what did I stay for?
Let me let you in on something that’s true
And I might be fine but it ain’t no thanks to you
Football team are in freefall
I’m thinking of moving to Nepal
Forehead’s getting too tall
But I’m better off than I was with you
Still lacking love and devotion
Still no more fish in the ocean
I made a habit of coasting
But I’m better off than I was with you
But I’m better off cause now we are through
Soft head on a hard floor
I didn’t see the signs
You lied and wasted so much of my time
Tell me what did I stay for?
Let me let you in on something that’s true
And I might be fine but it ain’t no thanks to you
And I missed the signs, wasted my time
And I’m better off and I’m feeling fine
And I’m missing nothing since we are through
And I’m better off, since I left you
And I missed the signs, wasted my time
And I’m better off and I’m feeling fine
And I’m missing nothing, since we are through
And I’m better off since I left you
Soft head on a hard floor
I didn’t see the signs
You lied and wasted so much of my time
Tell me what did I stay for?
Let me let you in on something that’s true
And I might be fine but it ain’t no thanks to you
Soft head on a hard floor
I didn’t see the signs
You lied and wasted so much of my time
Tell me what did I stay for?
Let me let you in on something that’s true
And I might be fine but it ain’t no thanks to you
Thanks to you
Oh thanks to you
Oh
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10. |
Impatient
03:00
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You know I used to have plans but they all went awry
I’d make my first million when I was twenty five
I’d be driving a Porsche winters spent in the sun
I’d have a couple of homes with a wife in each one
I was impatient but something happened lately
I’ve been taking my time
I’ve been taking my time
I was impatient but something happened lately
I’ve been taking my time
I’ve been taking my time
Could be I’m getting wise of I’m showing my age
I’m swapping lager and pills for rioja and sage
And lately settling down doesn’t seem such a drag
I’m checking family homes in the newspaper ads
I was impatient but something happened lately
I’ve been taking my time
I’ve been taking my time
I was impatient but something happened lately
I’ve been taking my time
I’ve been taking my time
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro
I was impatient but something happened lately
I’ve been taking my time
I’ve been taking my time
I was impatient but something happened lately
I’ve been taking my time
I’ve been taking my time
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I slept through winter, wasting, waiting for a glimpse of sun
The days and nights all passed me by they’re blurring into one
Blurring into one
I play back all the moments, every high and every low
This city dug its nails in me and it won’t let me go
It won’t let me go
It won’t let me go
Every day I feel more certain than before
That Berlin’s gonna be
The death of me
The death of me
Every passing face tells a story of its own
Tie your hopes on to this place and sink them like a stone
Sink them like a stone
Sink them like a stone
Every day I feel more certain than before
That Berlin’s gonna be
The death of me
The death of me
The death of me
The death of me
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Ponte Pilas Berlin, Germany
Berlin’s own Späti-rock pioneers, Ponte Pilas are a Scottish/Ecuadorian quartet assembled in salute to the spirit of rock
’n’ roll. Their now legendary live shows have built them a fanatical following in their home city and led to
touring opportunities across Europe, from Spain to Sweden via Britain and Bulgaria.
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