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Once Upon A Time
I'm looking round the corner, back to things I used to know,
Funny how time puts it in stark relief, but thats just the way that these things go,
Well I'm looking at photographs, and postcards I've been sent,
Trying to work out what they mean to me, but I'd settle for just what they meant.
Guess I'll always know that,
Once upon a time I had a future, and I guess I must be there, right about now,
And if here and now there's heavy weather, then I guess I'll hope to have one once again.
And I'm wondering to myself; surrounded by the ghosts of my friends,
Are they my enemies now? or is it just that some things never end,
But, whats the point in dreaming bout the past, when after all it's been and gone away,
And why do we think so much for the future, that we forget about living every day.
But I guess I know that,
Once upon a time things were different, though I still mean every word I ever meant,
It's just that words are fickle things I know, even when they're used with good intent,
So I ain't gonna think at all no more, makes it easier to bear,
If to all the silly things I do, I can just say that i don't care,
Some might say its lying, others could say it's wrong,
But if you'd care to listen, I could sing you a different song.
And you'd see that,
Once upon a time, I was younger, I guess i've played that game too many times,
There's only so many different words I could use, and maybe none of them could change your mind...
A Modern Lovesong
Walking 'long some old street someday
Met a pretty girl, and she said hey
I'm looking for somebody, you look the type
Pretty boy with an empty soul so can you meet the hype
Now i guess i may look empty, but pretty just ain't right.
I'm not empty, guess you just OD'd
You're looking for somebody think it might be me
Well honey heres my number but
I'll tell you what i'll say, you're pretty but
There's facts in life that just aren't on the internet
And there are things that you'll never see on tv
And if this modern love is as disposable as primark jeans
Then count me out honey; I'd rather go blind than have to see you this way.
But either way I aint sitting round here too long,
Gonna get my songbook out write a whole new song
She hasn't got back to me yet
Guess I'm too far down the alphabet,
b comes after a and all
I saw her on the bus the other day,
Smiled at her but she was looking the other way
I got to say, I love public transport
Anyone who rides buses knows how social they are
I guess theres more to life than drinking, 'til you pass out
And theres more to happiness than meets the eye
But if this modern love is just another designer drug
Then leave me with my music I'll be fine
Leave me with my music, and I'll be fine.