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"69 Candy Street"
D'ya struggle to get by through heavy lows?
It's dog eat dog where there's no bones and I can see you're without a bone,
Do you sit on your own and cry because you're losing hope?
It's dog eat dog where there's no bones and I can see you're without a bone,
I know a place where there's lots of bones....
If you're longing for something better head to 69 Candy street, 69 Candy street, sweet and dandy is Candy street,
When you feel like Kevin Webster and you're so tired of tryna' make ends meet,
Head to 69 Candy street,
Sweet and dandy is Candy street,
You'll never ever wana come home,
You've got your eyes on the prize,
It's a subliminal hoax,
It's God eat God where there's scapegoats,
DOG-P Ska rattlin' thru ya bonez....
The line before last deserved an interlude folks,
It's dog eat dog where there's no bones and I can see you're without a bone,
I know a place where there's lots of bones....
If you're longing for something better head to 69 Candy street, 69 Candy street, sweet and dandy is Candy street,
When you feel like Kevin Webster and you're so tired of tryna' make ends meet,
Head to 69 Candy street,
Sweet and dandy is Candy street,
You'll never ever wana come home,
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"Suburban Ska Club"
One day i'll change all of my wicked ways and happiness will start to make sense,
Happiness will start to make sense,
One day i'll trade "The Session" for "Songs of Praise" and happiness will start to make sense,
Happiness will start to make sense,
But right now i'm off me rocker and I wanna hear skinhead reggae all night long,
We're off our rockers,
We're off our rockers and we wanna hear skinhead reggae all night long,
Someday I won't play the type of villian the world loves to hate and happiness will start to make sense,
Happiness will start to make sense,
Someday I won't complain in the summer when it starts to rain and happiness will start to make sense,
Happiness will start to make sense,
But right now i'm off me rocker and I wanna hear skinhead reggae all night long,
We're off our rockers,
We're off our rockers and we wanna hear skinhead reggae all night long,
This is your captain Silky speaking, We have lift off.....
We're experiencing a little bit of turbulence boys and girls but don't worry.....just keep on skankin'
"Fuck it !" We're off our rockers..... and we wanna hear skinhead reggae all night long,
We're off our rockers,
We're off our rockers and we wanna hear skinhead reggae all night long,
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Welcome Back
03:51
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Welcome Back
It didn't seem to look like you as the words came tumbling out,
The nicotine sheen distorted my view on you returning from that late night snout, And now I’m frantically,
Desperately,
Searching through the dictionary,
Just trying to find the words to make you change your mind,
It’s no secret I can’t resist your tricks, I’ve walked beside you every mile, I’m dizzy,
I’ve been hit for six,
And now I can’t remember how to smile,
I couldn't resist the promise of bliss after you’d packed away my loneliness, And now I’m opening my eyes to the people all around me,
And they welcome me back to the human race,
And they welcome me back to ordinary days,
I’d forgotten all about the taste of mundane Mondays, They welcome me back,
Welcome me back,
That angelic stare with the sad eyes,
I was sure what was behind it,
And if you tell me where you’ve hidden our happiness maybe I could try and find it, Gave you my deep and heavy love again and again,
As you left me to drown in the shallow end,
And now I’m opening my eyes to the people all around me,
And they welcome me back to the human race,
And they welcome me back to ordinary days,
I’d forgotten all about the taste of mundane Mondays, They welcome me back,
Welcome me back,
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Sweet Sensation
03:48
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Sweet Sensation
I could feel those trills walking over, When you held me tight,
Now I feel the pain taking over, When you say goodnight,
Oh what sweet sensation, Lord what strange emotion, You’ve got love and devotion, And I won’t forget your touch,
Now there’s nothing left for me to say girl, Than stay in your world,
You’ve got someone’s soul deep inside girl, And love that’s richer than gold,
Oh what sweet sensation, Lord what strange emotion, You’ve got love and devotion, And I won’t forget your touch,
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Mike The Landlord
02:14
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Mike the Landlord
The old catchphrase,
The dodgy jokes,
The silent wives,
And the podgy blokes,
They watch the show,
And they burst into fits,
Of laughter at all the right bits,
You hear, ‘You’d never catch me saying that, But he doesn’t care he's a naughty chap, And it’s true that he's got a heart of gold,
He was just born into a different world’,
Yeah he’d do anything for you,
Just like his Old Man,
He stands still while the world is moving forward, Going somewhere he don’t really understand,
The rewards lie in the routine,
Every night he sees what he wants to see, But it’s alright it’s what he’s always known, Spent a lifetime calling this place home,
They stand and compare watches and cars, Rolexes and Jaguars,
The same faces smiling gloriously,
This is who we are who we’ve always been,
Yeah he’d do anything for you,
Just like his Old Man,
He stands still while the world is moving forward, Going somewhere he don’t really understand,
Meet Mike he’ll be your mate for life,
A smile on his face and a glint in his eye,
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6. |
Song About My Bird
03:52
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"Song About My Bird"
Let me tell you about my bird,
She's a great bird,
The girl she's everything to me,
These I'm never glum,
My bubble just won't burst,
Love truly runs so deep,
Told my old man she's the one I'm gonna marry her,
Buy a ring and sweep her off of her feet,
And when the day finally comes (and I marry her) I'll be the happiest man you'll meet,
Cos she's the most loving caring bird I'll ever, ever meet in my life,
And it's about time that I made my bird my bride....
Let me tell you about my bird,
She's a great bird,
Gonna make an honest man out of me,
These days are nothing but fun,
No longer living in hurt,
Found a bird who makes me so happy,
Told dear old Nan she's the one,
I'm gonna marry her,
Buy a ring and sweep her off of her ring,
And when the day finally comes and I marry her,
I'll be the happiest man you'll meet,
Cos she's the most loving, caring bird I'll ever, ever meet in my life,
And it's about time that I made my bird my bride....
Her and I are so happy and our wealth's wedding bells...
Now I'm the happiest man you'll ever, ever meet in your life...Because I went to the church and made my bird my bride,
I went down to the church and made my bird my wife,
She's everything to me...my wife.
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"RICKETY OLD TRAIN"
For the umpteenth time I will tell myself “Chill out n’smile…”
Life up till now’s been a waste man, I’m done with denial…
They stood with their arms crossed,
I played them guitar pop,
Drained my fragile heart oh so dry,
Death to the alarm clock that woke me back up to the world,
Tough is the struggle to 'climatise,
I’m so young but I feel like a rickety old train,
I’m so young but I feel, oh so aged…
I’ve had no free time to myself,
I’ve had no respite,
Seems like the people I’m close with, their drive is their spite…
They stood with their arms crossed,
I played them guitar pop,
Drained my fragile heart oh so dry,
Death to the alarm clock that woke me back up to the world,
Tough is the struggle to ‘climatise,
I’m so young but I feel like a rickety old train,
I’m so young but I feel, oh so aged…
And just like a great dane, I’m stood so tall…
Wherever there’s great pain,
Whenever I fall,
C’est la vie,
What will be,
Till I croak….I remain,
Anna' man say…..Choo Choo…..Rickety Old Train
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8. |
Trivial Talk
04:23
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"Trivial Talk"
Southern lights shimmer baby...like the time I first took you home,
Didn't it feel a million dollars to walk hand in hand and bask in trivial talk,
Southern lights shimmer baby...like the time I first called you my own,
Didn't it feel a million dollars to crawl out from the woodwork and fall so hard us two,
5 o clock in the morning,
The point of the night so often only sour,
You and I were sat in my home,
I said "Come on let's go to the park, I'll pick you flowers"
So off we trot into the early hours to lay on the grass together and that's what trivial talk can do....
Southern lights flicker baby like the night I first kissed your boat,
Didn't it feel a million dollars to roar with laughter in our trivial talk,
Southern lights flicker baby like the night you said "Grab your coat!"
Didn't feel a million dollars to bore inhibitions off at bedroom doors,
So wild us two,
5 o clock in the morning,
The point of the night so often only sour,
You and I were sat in my home,
I said "Come on let's go to the park, I'll pick you flowers"
So off we trot into the early hours to lay on the grass together and that's what trivial talk can do....
'Allo son 'ow ya been ?
I was rather alright until you interrupted me in the middle of my love song,
There's no place in this day and age for a young chap like you to be writing a love song on 'is guitar,
'Avent you 'eard there's been a death,
A death in the form of guitar pop,
And that's what trivial talk can do.....
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Modern People
03:11
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Modern People?
Ten o’clock in the evening,
Driving through the streets you love, And they could do with a lick of paint, Yeah they’re looking rough,
And the headlights blind your eyes,
As they collide into the passenger door,
And illuminate the fact that we’re miles away, Further than before,
Are these the Modern People?
Do you ever get the feeling we’re going backwards? Drifting shamelessly out of touch,
Because in the land of a million voices,
No one’s saying much?
And he didn't say a word to you, Not even when the old bill came,
It left you thinking,
What are we if we’re not the same?
Are these the Modern People?
Standing all around you,
Are these the Modern People?
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Messheads
02:52
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Mess Heads
The boy must become a man,
Because now the girl she’s pushing a buggy and pram, Write a love letter to your youth,
And tell the truth,
You don't think that you'll be back,
Not to play with the Mess Heads,
Gone are the days of the Mess Heads,
If only they could see you now,
Would you have the heart to tell them that you won’t be around? And what’s more that there’s a world beyond the front door,
And it’s full of Mess Heads,
All different types of Mess Heads,
But it’s not the same,
Lost and found,
Because you know they’ll never really understand, Making messiness with promises,
Of more to come,
There’s nothing better,
When you’re in the same boat,
When you’re all in the same boat,
Drifting past twenty-five,
It gets hard to keep your dreams alive,
And if they do wither and die,
You’re gonna wanna find new dreams to fly, They’ll help you make them fly,
They’ll help you make them fly,
Because it’s not the same,
Lost and found,
And you know they’ll never really understand, Making messiness with promises,
Of more to come,
There’s nothing better,
When you’re in the same boat,
When you’re all in the same boat,
And you can never go back there, Because you know the score so well, To them you’re the villain,
Amongst good and honest people,
Because it’s not the same,
Lost and found,
And you know they’ll never really understand, Making messiness with promises,
Of more to come,
There’s nothing better,
When you’re in the same boat,
When you’re all in the same boat,
When you’re in the same boat,
When you’re all in the same boat,
Oh yeah,
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"About A Boxer"
"Anthony - Middleweight Champion of The World"
It has a ring you see so he's chasing a dream down,
'E aint afraid to bleed,
To journey the dark depths of hell,
Far from a journeyman though,
He'll punch all their lights out...
"Anthony-middleweight champion of the world"
His written destiny,
He'll silence those that doubt,
He takes the time to look and breathe it all in before the bell and then ogogo goes....it's hook right and good night!
It's all blood sweat and blood and more blood....
And when the tears finally come there's a flood....
Anthony's middleweight champion of the world,
The boy dared to dream....just look at his face now!
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Whatever Gets You Outta the House
Their grins grow greedier as soon as he arrives, They huddle around the cash machine,
Then they're off to the little boys room,
So plainly out of sight,
Hoovering up slugs off the window sill at nine on a Sunday night,
Because the weekend cant end there it’s not fair, It’s lasted half a life,
Been doing bits been on the piss since 1985, Charging around the gaff wide eyed they don't hide, The fact that it beats sitting in with the wife,
Whatever gets you outta the house who am I? Whatever gets you through your life, Whatever comes out of your mouth it’s alright, Whatever gets you through your life,
Confident geezer real crowd pleaser,
Provided that it’s the right crowd,
Wads of cash and tales of pie n’ mash,
And never ending pints of stout,
Charging around the gaff wide eyed they don't hide, The fact that it beats sitting in with the wife,
Whatever gets you outta the house who am I? Whatever gets you through your life, Whatever comes out of your mouth it’s alright, Whatever gets you through your life,
Well he smiled and he staggered and he sat himself down, And he spoke to me,
And he said, ‘Son it ain’t like in my day,
Nothing here looks the same to me,
I’ve got a right to say what I want to say, And to say it when I want,
After all this is the town that I grew up in, The land where I was born’,
Whatever gets you outta the house who am I? Whatever gets you through your life, Whatever comes out of your mouth it’s alright, Whatever gets you through your life,
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I Don’t Believe in Magic Anymore
Did you take a sip and unzip your evening darling? Did you take a sip and think of me?
I got the gist,
I must’ve lost my list of things that made you happy,
And all the colour drains from our silly smiles, As the sensation slips away,
More dimly lit each day,
Begging the memories,
Begging the memories not to fade,
Now I don't know who to spend my Summer with,
Or who to impress with my pop culture knowledge,
And who's gonna make mischief with me on a third floor corridor? I tried to find that place we went before,
Hidden behind the Annex door,
But I don't believe in magic anymore,
It’s gone and done a runner and left me empty, It ain’t coming back anytime soon,
And I swear down I’ve been doing the rounds, I’ve been imagining they're you,
Trying to be a man about it,
But I just miss my best friend,
The one who's making me pretend, To everybody that I’m on the mend, On the mend,
Now I don't know who to spend my Summer with,
Or who to impress with my pop culture knowledge,
And who's gonna make mischief with me on a third floor corridor? I tried to find that place we went before,
Hidden behind the Annex door,
But I don't believe in magic anymore,
And I must’ve fallen in as far as you can go, And I wish I’d known I’d have left it well alone, Because now nothing’s coming close,
Now I don't know who to spend my Summer with,
Or who to impress with my pop culture knowledge,
And who's gonna make mischief with me on a third floor corridor? I tried to find that place we went before,
Hidden behind the Annex door,
But I don't believe in magic anymore,
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Death of Guitar Pop Brentwood, UK
The 4th Wave Of Ska Is Here!
DOG-P are Silky & Top Kat, a 2 Tone Ska inspired duo from Great Britain with a fiercely independent spirit & a loyal fan base of skinheads,mods & other like minded souls.
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