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I've tortured every muscle, everyday to get this far.
To build my engine beyond contention.
And now I pretend to eat sandwiches,
Jalapenos, ham and radishes.
Dreamin' up perfect medleys of
salty, soft, crunchy and sweet.
I've trained on highest mountains, gasping down the thinnest air.
At the beck and call of a medicine ball.
And now I pretend to eat sandwiches,
crunchin' on frosty lettuces,
cos pasties are for savages,
don't fill up that hole with horse-meat!
But I remember, I remember the crowds.
The exhilaration of winning and feeling a new life beginning.
And I remember, I remember. Saying "hard cheese"
To the loser slumped on his knees as I performed my victory lap
of honor, of courage and pride,
as tears of a nation welled up in my eyes.
The acclaim that it brought me was all well and good.
But being a hero won't buy me a sub.
So I stood by a green-screen and modeled the bread,
and I winked at the camera, caressed the salad.
And in the interest of health, yeah I kept on my kit.
To convince you all, that athletes eat this shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!
And
Now I pretend to eat sandwiches
Now I pretend to eat sandwiches
Now I pretend to eat sandwiches
Now I pretend to eat sandwiches
A nation that is proud of me will surely, will surely, will surely, surely, surely swallow this.
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Spunk
02:18
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From the slime to the sublime,
and on the X axis mark time.
See how the line of best fit points to certain death?
The Sun will supernova,
and kill you ten times over
Who else is gonna find you a way to escape?
Don't drag your Knuckles
Don't drag us down
You've got the spunk to evolve.
Don't divide the pride
with nature ally
You've go the spunk to, you've got the spunk to evolve.
So court the birds cos we'll need wings.
Caress the fish and farm their fins.
See how the claw of a crab intimidates its prey?
There no designer label
So grab this scalpel handle,
this fiber optic cable is burrowing into my skin.
Don't drag your Knuckles
Don't drag us down
You've got the spunk to evolve.
Eyes on the prize,
nature I lied
You've go the spunk to, you've got the spunk to evolve.
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A haircut doesn't choose how it wants to be remembered.
Take the toothbrush mustache.
Notorious now obsolete but once a shining icon him and Charlie ruled the silver screen.
But in your final breath,
as your Neurons hold their fire.
And your tongue bows to retire.
The things you say forever said, and into it meanings often read,
so make them good, I like these:
"Let not poor Nelly starve"
exclaimed a dieing King Charles.
Faced with white light,
Of the conscience of this King in life I don't know.
But I like him for the romance in his death throws.
Isadora Duncan said to move was to be free.
She danced outside society.
And lived a life unique enough to top off with an epitaph as glorious as this. She said:
"Adieu mes amis, and off I go to glory"
Then she waved goodbye,
her scarf trapped round the spokes and tyres.
And the bloody mess she left behind was tragic,
but the foresight in her last words fantastic.
As bullets swept,
and crept up the crease,
John Sedgwick stands.
Unflinching, unmoved,
these bullets a breeze.
Cowards you dodge.
"They couldn't hit and elephant at this distance!"
Let not poor Nelly Starve
Adieu mes amis "and off I go to glory"
And me well i'd say, "Ignition sequence start away!"
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The Gap
03:00
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Mind the gap love.
Where are you heading today?
I see you saw the posters for Earnest at the Festival Hall.
To think I always tried your patience in the theatre,
whispering how the effects were done.
Oh to board the train again with you.
And rush from underground back into view.
But you're clinging on,
and when the doors hiss undone I come back.
Mind the gap.
The train is long gone
The platform it yawns.
But you never get on
You just sit quietly.
Waiting for the next to bring me.
In seven minutes i'l be here
In eight disappear.
The steam the hiss the gear
Lost in familiar thoughts.
I see them in your head and I can watch them with you
and with just three words stitch a thread across the gap,
breath down the railway track,
put a hand upon your hat.
Oh to board the train again with you.
And rush from underground back into view.
I'm here and i'm gone,
when the doors hiss undone I come back.
Mind the gap.
Please mind the gap.
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When you're young your mind is a sponge to be filled up with knowledge
before old age demolishes every brain cell
and my Dad knew this well
as he sat me down on his knee
at the ripe old age of three.
He said "son, the reason that i've brought you up here, it has nothing to do with cheap booze, drugs women or beer, but to pass on a mystery from father to son, that has given joy to me.
So listen carefully"...he said:
"Poking animals with sticks in the zoo is a very pleasant pastime to pursue.
Prodding a deer in its ear whilst it's sleeping is a pleasure you can't measure, though the encounters fleeting.
Don't feel bad, they get fed, they get bored. So go at an otter with a sharpened stick sword!
How the sun smiles down on you,
when you're poking animals with sticks in the zoo"
Poking animals
Poking animals
Poking animals with sticks in the zoo.
(haha)
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Michael Chadwick UK
Songwriter and performer. Making music with Limbs and composing for anything else that looks fun.. Always looking to write for new interesting projects, have a look round and email: mchadwickmusic@gmail.com
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