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Spend
04:02
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Spend
Each time it’s the same, a £1000 picture frame,
But who needs the truth when you can act aloof? Just put in a claim ‘cos you’re not to blame. Spend it like there’s no tomorrow, may not be a chance tomorrow. Gotta beg, steal, fleece and borrow to bring the whole world down, Spend it like there’s no tomorrow.
Then there was the sports car, a million pounds behind the bar,
You thought you could hide it all, that there was no proof at all, And as your ship starts sinking you just carry on drinking. Spend it like there’s no tomorrow, may not be a chance tomorrow, Gotta beg, steal, fleece and borrow to bring the whole world down, Spend it like there’s no tomorrow.
It’s not your fault so don’t you worry, just watch everyone else hurry, From your stately home in Surrey where all your troubles are far away.
Though we pay for your ticket, standard class ain’t cricket,
You’re failing in your duties yet you’re shocked at being seen through, And though your money stops clinking, you see no need for thinking. Spend it like there’s no tomorrow, may not be a chance tomorrow, Gotta beg, steal, fleece and borrow to bring the whole world down, Spend it like there’s no tomorrow.
© 2012 Tim Walkerdine
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City Days
04:21
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City Days
Lived in the city all my days,
Lived in the city all my days, Ain’t it a pity that nothin’ seems to pay.
Running around all your day,
Rushing around all my days, Run from each other, I walk the other way.
There’s no escape from it all,
There’s no escape from it at all, Go round in circles and heading for a fall.
Lived in the city all my days,
Lived in the city all my days, Ain’t it a pity that nothin’ seems to pay, I’ve always wondered why people want to stay.
© 2013 Tim Walkerdine
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You
04:28
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You
The sound of guitars brought me to you but now there’s nothing I can do ‘cept think and remember what once was.
A chequebook for my thoughts today, write it out, got loads to say to you, I wish you knew
I still think the world of you, don’t know how to say that to you,
I still think the world of you.
Hand in hand through Christmas crowds, flying high above the clouds, The start of something new.
The happiest new year of my life chopped up with the carving knife of circumstance beyond control.
I still think the world of you, don’t know how to say that to you,
I still think the world of you.
The stars in the sky shine in your eyes and
Clouds cannot hide memories.
Good times with the one I love, the sun that shines on high above, Reminds me of your smile.
I wish I could express myself, I wish I could do more to help,
I just don’t know what to do.
I still think the world of you, don’t know how to say that to you,
I still think the world of you
© 2015 Tim Walkerdine
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The Boss
02:37
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The Boss
I’m always right, even when I’m wrong, I’m always right, all day long, ‘cos I am in charge, I am the boss.
It’s one rule for you, another one for me, Do what I say for all of the day, ‘cos I am in charge, I am the boss.
I never make mistakes even though I always do, I am intelligent even though I close my mind, ‘cos I am in charge, I am the boss.
© 2013 Tim Walkerdine
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May
04:00
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May
And your car breaks down on a Monday morning,
Just one week after your final warning, They all drive past with smiles on their faces,
As your patience gets taken through its paces. It could’ve been so different so you say,
A thousand mile walk from the month of May.
A useless pile of steel, your wheels ain’t turning,
Reflect your life and the money you’re not earning, Feeling like the litter in the carriageway,
A juggernaut could not contain your thoughts today. It could’ve been so different so you say,
A thousand mile walk from the month of May.
Traffic in your heart, congestion in your soul,
The rain will fall on you so hope’s your only goal. Traffic in your heart, congestion in your soul,
Don’t let the wind blow away your soul
It could’ve been so different so you say,
A thousand mile walk from the month of May. It could’ve been so different so you say,
A thousand mile walk from the month of May.
© 2014 Tim Walkerdine
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Apathy
05:19
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Apathy
Ignore everything, ignore everyone, Have no opinion, have no backbone, Apathy, apathy, endemic apathy for me.
Conform to everything, conform to everyone, Have what you want, you’re told what you want, Apathy, apathy, endemic apathy for me.
It’s all the same, down the drain, What do you gain for being the same?
No imagination, no generation, Apathy, apathy, endemic apathy for me.
© 2013 Tim Walkerdine
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Enjoyment
05:32
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Enjoyment
What’s your status? How much have you got? Why don’t you rate us? We can help you get lost, so lost. Don’t leave your chair, don’t leave your room, Don’t leave your home, you might just enjoy yourself.
The whole world’s at your fingertips, it’s all inside your four walls, Encapsulated by where you sit, you socialise with your mobile calls. Don’t leave your chair, don’t leave your room, Don’t leave your home, you might just enjoy yourself
Time for another half hour update, you must not miss a single thing, Pretending to like just what you hate, you listen for a doorbell that does not ring.
Don’t leave your chair, don’t leave your room, Don’t leave your home, you might just enjoy yourself.
There’s a danger you might enjoy yourself.
© 2013 Tim Walkerdine
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Take Care
04:53
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Take Care
Go now, don’t slow down, you’ll see another town, Touch down, look around, you’ll see a million frowns, You’ve been tricked again, It’s all been fixed again.
You swore you’d see no more, But now you’ve found just what’s in store, You’re going to get fooled again, It’s all coming round again.
Look around and listen too, You’ve got to learn what not to do, Or you’re going to be fooled again, Do you want to be trapped again? Do you want to be caged again? ‘cos it’s all coming round again.
© 2014 Tim Walkerdine
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Rollin' Down The Line
03:26
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Rollin’ Down The Line
Slicing the nation to build brand new stations,
What a joy it is to destroy. Slash and burn are the words and they’re making them heard,
I can hear the whistle blow.
Rollin’ down the line, you’re stealing what is mine, Now’s your time.
Crushed beneath the tracks, hide the cracks,
Don’t look back. Must go faster, smooth the plaster,
Destroy everything of worth. Rollin’ down the line, you’re stealing what is mine, Now’s your time.
Stoke up the fire,
Thank all the liars, Lower the signal,
The smoke’s getting higher.
Destination drawing near,
With all of our fears, Enjoy your journey ‘cos it won’t come free,
Enjoy your journey. Rollin’ down the line, you’re stealing what is mine, Now’s your time.
© 2012 Tim Walkerdine
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It's Alright
03:58
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It’s Alright
Settling down to the sounds all around, From the voices on the ground. Warm air flows in, open window in sync With my thoughts now I’m here in town. I’ve got a long way to go, Such a lot more to know but it’s alright.
I’m lost in the crowd, might as well be the clouds, Drifting on down the promenade. Their own little world orbits my little world, Trading glances so near and so far. I’ve got a new way to go, And I’m going with the flow, it’s alright.
© 2012 Tim Walkerdine
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Tim Walkerdine Birmingham, UK
Acoustic singer/songwriter with influences wide and varied, writing and performing original songs in the genres of Folk, Alternative Rock, Blues, Ska and more, always looking to incorporate more styles and ideas onto my tapestry of sound. Subjects range from the personal to universal and pretty much everything inbetween, the aim to create a diverse, influential body of musical work. ... more
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