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Solid Wood
Hate the plastic in my car
But it wipes so clean and it lasts so long
I hate the feel and I miss the grain
Of the timber touch and the sanded plane
It’s good – solid wood
I made it good – solid wood
My room is full but my table’s bare
It was made at school with my touch and my care
Forty days with my own fair hands
With basic tools and undamaged plans
Tug-boat Line
Fading out, seems the tailor’s cutting in
Feeding out, feed your face make your body slim
Slice the fat, leave the lean to win the day
Failing that, feed yourself on love and hate
A message understood
Because we’re on the tug-boat line
Hitting out, land the blow that seals our fate
Fan the fire as the flames grow a little strong
There’s a message understood
Because we’re on the tug-boat line
More than this, gain degrees above our plane
More than this, now the pattern’s not a game
Tug-boat line
Recorded at *Scarf Studio London and **Triangle Studios Birmingham by
Jeremy Paige
Stuart McClure
Mister Phillips
Steven Marshall
Produced by *Nigel Palmer, ** Pickle
Medicine
I looked down and I saw in my hand
What is said to be good but I know is so bad
A medicine man, now I’m getting much stronger
You’re telling me that it’s costing me dear
If it’s so bad how come I’m feeling so clear?
Why won’t it last for just a little bit longer?
Thank God that it isn’t unique
That I think with my head and not with my feet
The rhythm’t forgiven, let’s dance a little bit longer
You, you, you’ve got everything
Recorded at Zella Studios Birmingham by
J.J. Paige
The Tank
Mazz Maclean
Phil Dawes
with
Mick Vousden
Jon Scott
Mazz Maclean
Stuart McClure
Produced by Rumblefish and Stephen Harris
Don't Leave Me
Cutting up the paper so the letters spell your name
I throw them down the stairway and still they spell the same
All you’ve got to do now, all you’ve got to say
Is tell me that you need me, say you’ll stay
I don’t seem to say the right things
My heart weeps, my heart sings
Clutter up the bedroom
When your brother needs some room in the hall
Don’t leave me
Feeling kind of happy
Feeling kind of sad
Thinking of the good times to come and the ones we’ve had
Even petalled flowers scattered on the floor
Shed into my daydreams
You know it because you saw