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Waking Up
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There's a saying that hangs in my family's hall which they found in an airport gift shop
"No deberíamos perder el tiempo"
And on Sunday I idly looked up the words on an otherwise inactive weekend
And if only I'd had it translated before
And I've never been one for regretting
But when I'm back home well the words trace my steps round the kitchen
There's a sketch on my pad like a drunk spider's web or a family tree with its branches
Where the multiple marriages break up the flow
And the plans and the deadlines are scattered around like litter collects on the high road
And the more you collect, it continues to spread
And the blueprints I pinned to the fridge
Are lost behind photos and letters and flyers for gigs
With the love I bestowed on the plans
Forgot all the steps that would bring it to life
I'll plan to perfection and skip all the actions that count
There's a window at thirty degrees to the floor in the roof of an attic conversion
It rattles in winter and creaks in the spring
And in autumn the sunshine reflects off a mirror and spotlights the frame of a photo
But the photo's been swapped for a checklist and boxes
On the left there's a clock with the date
On the right there's a pile of distractions to tempt me away
And I've never been one to look back
But there's always an anecdote even when something falls flat
With the love I bestowed on the plans
Forgot all the steps that would bring it to life
I'll plan to perfection and skip all the actions that count
And as winter transcends into spring
The light wakes me earlier every morning
And waking up early at weekends is probably the start of something
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Kiss me in the autumn at the station by the drycleaners and the fellas selling travelcards
Hold my hands and tell me that The Fall will never leave me and The Actionnettes won't break my heart
Write my name in marker pen across the local bus stop and I'll steal you all the books you love
Call the local paper and pretend we're getting married and I'll borrow you my library card
You're the blindfold round my eyes
You're my navigation satellite
I'm a tightrope walker looking down on the sights
I don't know what happened with your sister and her mother, but I don't think they're impressed with me
I don't think they like what I've been doing with my life, but can't they see it's only temporary?
I can't help but worry that your friend thinks I'm a daydreamer with aspirations quite naive
The only things worth chasing are the things that are creative, and I'm not talking accountancy
You're a red hotel on Mayfair
A superlative on a triple word score
I'm a battleship, you're a direct hit and I'm sinking
And like falling leaves in autumn you can sweep me up or pass me by
Like falling snow against your skin, or the cigarettes I can't pack in
And falling in with you is like a Class A drug they couldn't ban
The photograph that makes you smile and sends a shiver down your spine
Gravity's got me falling indefinitely
I don't think it matters my career path's in tatters, I could always take a course or two
Tell me what you're thinking, maybe when I've finished singing, I suppose this is a family tune
I think I'm addicted, I get panicked when you're missing, I need patches when you're not around
I have conversations in my head that you're not party to, you should have heard the things you said!
Like an etching on my brain
Like a letter tacked on my DNA
I'm a chip pan fire, you're the water that won't stay away
And like falling leaves in autumn you can sweep me up or pass me by
Like falling snow against your skin, or the cigarettes I can't pack in
You're the blindfold round my eyes
You're my navigation satellite
And just falling in with you is like a Class A drug they couldn't ban
The photograph that makes you smile and sends a shiver down your spine
Gravity's got me falling indefinitely
Tell me if it ever ends you'll let me have my heart back in a single piece
You're the one I call after closing time
The night bus spins to the spellbinding sound of your voice.
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Throw the keys into the bowl and gather letters off the hallway floor
It’s just another summer night indoors
Looking for a sign of your familiar writing like the day before
Among the bills and local taxi firms
A picture postcard from Berlin; you say you’re fine, you’re made some friends
You just need a bit of time to get your head straight
I’ve heard it all before, I’ve read these words so many times it doesn’t really scare me
I pin it to the kitchen cupboard door
It makes no difference what you say or how long you will stay away this time
But can I make a suggestion…
Don’t think I cannot read between the lines
I’ve won this game a hundred times
I’ve got the gold, the silver and the bronze
Love is the stick you throw; however far it goes, you’ll find your way back home again
Don’t think I cannot read between the lines
I’ve won this game a hundred times
I’ve got the gold, the silver and the bronze
Throw the keys into the bowl and gather letters off the hallway floor
It’s just another summer night indoors…
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Don't Stop
04:18
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Oh, I'm tired, I'm tired of all this introspection
Each day being led by committee direction
Just seems somehow all of my friends found the answers (well good for them)
I know, it's all I can do to stop calling them
And oh, you're tough, your confidence is made by Teflon
I can't hide and I never seem to learn all my lessons
I can't look, 'cos your eyes burn a hole straight through me (and that's unfair)
I know because all of my secrets are spread round town
And if I start to tell you, I'm not as clued up as I'd like
Just stop me
And if I let slip, there's something I'm trying to hide
Just stop me
Because a lifestyle where I'm constantly living a lie
Has to be preferable to showing my hand
Oh, I'm lost, I'm lost inside a flippin’ vortex
Spiral down watching everyone else moving forwards
And yeah, yeah, you're a fragment of hope but you're fake (don't take offence)
I know, it's like ladders and snakes, but there's only snakes
And if I start to tell you, that maybe I don't feel like dancing
Don't stop me
If I let slip, yeah maybe there's someone I fancy
Don't stop me
Because a lifestyle, where I'm constantly showing my hand
Has to be preferable to living a lie
I went on trial at my instigation
Opened my files to investigation
Caught your eye in a conversation
And it might be love, and I might be mistaken
I took advice and I made a statement
A party line of my own creation
You're a helping hand, I'm appreciation
And it might be love, and I might be mistaken
And if I start to tell you, I'm not as clued up as I'd like
Don't stop me
And if I let slip, there's something I'm trying to hide
Don't stop me
And if I tell you that maybe I don't feel like dancing
Don't stop me
If I let slip, yeah maybe there's someone I fancy
Don't stop me
Because a lifestyle, where I'm constantly showing my hand
Has to be preferable to living a lie
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Pocketbooks London
Pocketbooks are a pop band from London, combining melodic harmonies, spiralling guitars and descriptive storytelling. Since 2006, they've released two albums and played shows across the UK, Europe and the United States.
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