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I’d Murder To Have You Back
So you’ve come back for me?
So you can crush what’s left of me?
I really wouldn’t want to waste your precious time
I’m just the same old broken and benign wreck you left behind
Yes, here I am
Believe me, it was never my intention or plan
But now that I see you again
I’m beginning to think I should’ve put you out of your misery
While I had the chance
Ch)
I really thought that I would kill you if I ever saw you again
I thought I’d stab you in the heart like you did mine
I’ve imagined you being crucified
While I hammered in the nails
But now you are here I realise that I…
I’d only murder to have you back
So you came home for me?
When I say home of course I do mean
That old ugly, run down house
The one you could never stand to be around
Especially when I was in it
Yes, I came home, but not for you
I came to collect what I am legally due
I’m sure if you think hard enough
You’ll recall the fact that ugly, run down house
Is in my name and not in yours
I really thought that I would kill you if I ever saw you again
I thought I’d tear your heart in two like you did mine
I’ve imagined you being tortured
By the same hands which once lost you
But now you are here I realise that I…
I’d only murder to have you back
I really thought that I would kill you if I ever saw you again
I thought I’d rip your heart to shreds like you did mine
I imagined your neck being broken
By the same hands which once stroked it
But now you are here I realise that I…
I’d only murder to have you back
Words and music written by Keith M Thomson © 2017
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Signs Of Weakness
04:24
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Signs Of Weakness
I’d be happy to swear on anyone’s grave
And declare I’ve made my last mistake
No more harm or chinks in my armour
Will ever come my way again
Because all doors to this old heart have now closed
For the longest time I thought it was wise
To disguise it the only way I knew best
The bravado of lager provided both cloak and dagger
It helped numb the knives in my chest
All drunken doors to this old heart have now closed
All crooked paths don’t lead to my heart anymore
And I won’t show
I won’t show weakness or show my scars
No, I won’t show weakness or show what is really in my heart
No, I won’t show signs of weakness
I’m done with truth
No, I won’t show
I won’t show weakness to anyone
To anyone… to anyone but you
Don’t try getting in
This heart’s now a tin that has been factory sealed
It’s been closed to all the bastards
Since I put a plaster on my slashed Achilles heel
All bloodied doors to this old heart have now closed
All perilous paths don’t lead to my heart anymore
And I won’t show
I won’t show weakness or show my scars
No, I won’t show weakness or show what is really in my heart
No, I won’t show signs of weakness
I’m done with truth
No, I won’t show
I won’t show weakness to anyone
To anyone… to anyone but you
Words and music written by Keith M Thomson © 2017
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Seventy Years
03:34
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Seventy Years
There ain't nothing in this life that lasts forever
You've had your chances to make it better
You've had your chances to make things right
It's easy to hide behind your drinking
It's easy to lie about what you're really thinking
It's easy to die unhappy, but not unliked
You've got seventy years maybe more
You've got seventy years maybe less
Seventy years
To make a difference to your soul
You've got seventy years if you get lucky
Seventy years to just say 'fuck it!'
'Cause seventy years, man, it ain't so long
You have seventy years to set the records straight in
You’ve spent the first half procrastinating
Yes, you kept some facts at a safe arms length
In seventy years you'll make a lot of bad decisions
You’ll meet a lot of bad men
You'll meet a lot of bad women
The good news is you get to choose who is your friend
You've got seventy years maybe more
You've got seventy years maybe less
Seventy years
To make a difference to your soul
You've got seventy years if you get lucky
Seventy years to just say 'fuck it!'
'Cause seventy years, man, it ain't so long
There ain't nothing in this life that lasts forever
You've had your chances to make it better
You've had your chances to do the right thing
Seventy years, yes, it sounds like a long time
But it will come around quicker than a thirst in a salt mine
The good news is it won't matter when you're dead
You've got seventy years maybe more
You've got seventy years maybe less
Seventy years
To make a difference to your soul
You've got seventy years if you get lucky
Seventy years to just say 'fuck it!'
'Cause seventy years, man, it ain't so long
Words and music written by Keith M Thomson © 2017
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Trying To Be A Slightly Better Person
I’m going to try and be a better
A slightly better person than I’ve been
For the last too many years
I will be discreet, you won’t notice me
I will blind you with my great big halo
I’ll turn more leaves and burn fewer bridges
I’ll cease to shun unwanted commitments
I’m going to be a slightly better
A slightly better person than I’ve been
Advise and aid the meek
Help old ladies cross the street
I will gracefully give up seats without seeming patronising
I’ll turn more cheeks
Suffer more fools gladly
I’ll actively seek out nice political parties
And I am not going to miss being me
I’m not going to miss being me
I’m not going to miss the old personality
I’m not going to miss being me
I’m going to be a slightly better
A slightly better person than before
Open more doors than I close
Read more complicated prose
Tell fewer anecdotes (not just the ones that involve drinking)
I’ll stop saying I’m sorry and not quite mean it
I’ll fake less illnesses so more people believe me
And I am not going to miss being me
I’m not going to miss being me
I’m not going to miss the old personality
I’m not going to miss being me
I’m going to try and be a better
A slightly better person than I’ve been
For the last too many years
I will be discreet
You won’t notice me
Then I will blind you with my great big bloody halo
I’ll turn more leaves and burn fewer bridges
Cease to shun unwanted commitments
And I am not going to miss being me
I’m not going to miss being me
I’m not going to miss the old personality
I’m not going to miss being me
Words and music written by Keith M Thomson © 2017
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You Should've Left Your Money At Home
How much dough you got stored down there?
(You should've left your money at home)
How much cash you got stashed away?
(You should've left your money at home)
How much bread you got under your bed?
(You should've left your money at home)
How much green you got that we haven't seen?
(You should've left your money at home)
Unconvinced by the western dream
But you worked like a dog for HMRC
You tried to retire when your body got weak
But they lost your pension when they had a bad week
You should've cut your cards into a thousand pieces
And should've left your money at home
You should've kept your cheque book under lock and key
You should've left your money at home
You should've left your money at home
You flashed your cash to the wrong Joe Bloggs
(You should've left your money at home)
He couldn't give a toss about the dosh you lost
(You should've left your money at home)
Now you got more worries than you had before
(You should've left your money at home)
Now they're convinced that you're hiding more
(You should've left your money at home)
Unconvinced by the western dream
But you worked like a dog for HMRC
You tried to retire when your body got weak
But they lost your pension when they had a bad week
You should've cut your cards into a thousand pieces
And should've left your money at home
You should've kept your cheque book under lock and key
You should've left your money at home
You should've left your money at home
How much more you got stored in there
How much more you got under them stairs
How much more bread you got under your bed
How much more green you got that we haven’t seen
You should've cut your cards into a thousand pieces
And should've left your money at home
You should've kept your cheque book under lock and key
You should've left your money at home
You should've left your money at home
Words and music written by Keith M Thomson © 2017
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This Car Is Gonna Crash
02:43
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This Car Is Gonna Crash
I can't see straight ahead of me
Left window's blocked
The right is smeared
This car is gonna crash
Please put down your telephone
If we all die, it's all your fault
This car is gonna crash
And don't turn around
‘cause this car is gonna crash
Slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down
Distortion on the radio
It's bringing on my vertigo
This car is gonna crash
15 miles and we'll be home
I really don't mind how slow you go
This car is gonna crash
I'm not sure what you're going to prove
By killing us and killing you!!
This car is gonna crash
Slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down
This car is going to crash
This car is going to crash
That town that we just passed
Might just be our last
Slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down
Words and music written by Keith M Thomson © 2017
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It's Dark Outside
04:04
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It’s Dark Outside
Baby, please don’t go home
You know it’s dark outside
I’m 35 years old
What do you really think is going to happen to me now?
Well, there are rapists and murderers and men who do go further
But, I don’t even want to think about them now
If you recall, it’s only you who took a fall
Way back when you were 21 years old
It’s cold and it’s dark out there
You can’t trust anybody no more
Let me hold you in my arms
Until the streets get safer
At least until this feeling goes
Baby, please don’t stay home
It’s not all bad out there
Honey, if you think I’m always going to be a victim
You’ve gone and mixed me up with someone else again
Let I remind you of the weeks that you’ve been begging on your knees
For me to close the curtains, lock the doors and hide
I can only presume that you would never leave this room
If it was your skull they cracked open not mine
It’s cold and it’s dark out there
You can’t trust anybody no more
Let me hold you in my arms
Until the streets get safer
At least until this feeling goes
Baby, please don’t go home
You know it’s dark outside
Honey, I guarantee you if you don’t see sense or reason soon
I’ll crack your goddamn skull open myself
May I remind you of Ed Gein, Dennis Nilsen and Ted Bundy
Jeffrey Dahmer, Ian Brady and that woman with the crazy staring eyes
You know the one, had her picture in The Sun for what seemed like every day for 20 years
Her name is Myra Hindley
I think it’s time that you should bring me my jacket ‘cause it’s cold outside
It’s cold and it’s dark out there
You can’t trust anybody no more
Let me hold you in my arms
Until the streets get safer
At least until this feeling goes
Words and music written by Keith M Thomson © 2017
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Crawling My Way Out
03:24
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Crawling My Way Out
I've got a routine and it goes a little something like this:
Work, spend, debt, stress;
Repeat until I die
I've been trying to change
As yet, with little success
I've been trying to change my ways
Honest, I have
But I ain't ever getting outta here
Oh, I ain't ever getting outta here
Unless I evolve
I'll never crawl my way out of here
My amoeba-like brain has been getting big ideas
This fossilised fish has been reaching for dry land
This dinosaur's been watching for meteors
Even this Neanderthal brain understands
That I ain't ever getting outta here
Oh, I ain't ever getting outta here
Unless I evolve
I'll never crawl my way out of here
One day soon I'm gonna crawl out this dirty water
One day soon the change is gonna start
I've been trying to change my ways
As I know I oughta
I've been trying to change my ways
Honest, I have
But I ain't ever getting outta here
Oh, I ain't ever getting outta here
Unless I evolve
I'll never crawl my way out of here
Words and music written by Keith M Thomson © 2017
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Is It Safe To Say 'Goodnight'?
Did you turn off the stove?
Did you switch off the lights?
Did you lock all the doors?
Are the windows closed tight?
Is it safe to say 'Goodnight'?
Did you padlock the gate?
Is the alarm set?
Are you sure you extinguished your last cigarette?
Is it safe to say 'Goodnight'?
Is it safe to say...
Is it safe to say...
Is it safe to say 'Goodnight'?
Did you tell anyone we have CCTV?
The trip wires are best kept between you and me
Is it safe to say 'Goodnight'?
Our underground bunker will be finished soon
It’s everything except paranoid proof
Is it safe to say 'Goodnight'?
Ch)…
Did you draw the curtains and venetian blinds?
Did you put all our things where nobody can find them?
Is it safe to say 'Goodnight'?
Did you turn off the stove?
Did you switch off the lights?
Did you lock all the doors?
Are the windows shut tight?
Is it safe to say 'Goodnight'?
Words and music written by Keith M Thomson © 2017
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The Penny Black Remedy are a London based band renowned for their energetic live shows and for their unique musical fusion of many different genres, including Folk, Americana, Punk and Ska. At the band's core is Keith M Thomson and Marijana Hajdarhodžić. TPBR have released three albums and plan to release the first of two compilations of acoustic recordings, studio outtakes and demos in Oct 2020. ... more
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