Weekly Songs 29​-​42

by Roger Heathers

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They found out that there were several other planets So they built their spaceships and they flew away Engaged the mayor in some convivial conversation And burnt all of their bridges on one day One day I will be fierce and strong Just like you said I would be as a man But here I am, just watching as your jet streams leave the atmosphere I found out that there were several other reasons For my anxious disposition from the start Keeping me within 1000 square kilometers 625 miles inside this farm And that's about the time that all that cake came in And all the waiters left the floor I just can't take it anymore Everything seems boring to me now We've got no sound on our TV Oh, it's a miracle of life that we can see 1000 faces Even when there's no one esle around I will be fierce and strong (I will be strong) Just like you said I would be as a man But here I am, just watching as your jet streams leave the atmosphere
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There seems to be some type of poetry To the people that you label pedigree And everyone who wears your uniform Seems to fit your crooked world so perfectly But don't let them know how good it feels When you see them start to bend and fit your mould Oh, it's a reasonable person who can walk away from this We hover 'round your life like fruit flies Waiting on the cocktail of arsenic and sugar you provide It shouldn't be so easy to abide Just waiting on the antidote of lazy nano-lies You could take the bones out of the skin and I would still say nothing It shouldn't be so easy to oblidge You see shed into a hard skin And mark my narrow lips against your own There was a time you could depend on me To sacrifice myself each time you go So God forbid I be another one Who speaks his selfish mind so gracefully Oh, it's a meager occupation that we serve so fruitlessly We hover 'round your life like fruit flies Waiting on the cocktail of arsenic and sugar you provide It shouldn't be so easy to abide Just waiting on the antidote of lazy nano-lies You could take the bones out of the skin and I would still say nothing It shouldn't be so easy to oblidge
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Entropy 50, 60 maybe 70 years before it's snatched away from me And you could see that feeling in my eyes each time I tried Faithfully, there's a saucer flying over me I've always hoped for some catastrophe Mass abduction of the population Maybe I'm bored Czechoslovakia Czechoslovakia What does it take for this dying harmony to survive? Czechoslovakia Czechoslovakia Making a wish on your birthday and closing your eyes Coming down to get us as we lie Who could really blame us At the time it was all so simple then I used to stop and read the news In Czechoslovakia Czechoslovakia What does it take for this frail harmony to survive? In Czechoslovakia Czechoslovakia Making a wish on your birthday and closing your eyes
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You would have thought by all these laughter lines I'd be inclinced to stay The missioner takes her to the balcony The gomer drives away No more mistakes I couldn't fake it for their holiday How did you stay so masculine and buoyant Even when you hear the words that they say Taking an elbow to the ribs and putting some punk in his place A story you tell without an interruption puncturing the veil One less confident line Cut me to size and laugh as I cry No immunity clause Get up and walk and answer the call Up and down the country Spangled girls and half-assed washers Cajun mayo caked on every spoon Here inside my car Pictured someone like you laughing Smile from ear to ear each time you rise Wait outside 'til they let you in They decide the score Until you take that pride they nailed against the wall And elevate yourself to where those people seem so small Wait outside 'til they let you in They decide the score Until you take that pride they nailed against the wall And elevate yourself to where those people seem so small
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Even Oliver was right A balding gas attendant working in the middle of the night You thought you'd keep me out of sight Until you needed unit number 2 to stand between your lines Predisposed to being fucked and undervalued To being shipped and plugged and shipped away again These little people In these little boxes They're gonna me think it ain't safe to trust again When I'd gotten so far from flitting inbetween Pleasing every schmo and being selfishly obscene Even Oliver was right Sweetly salt the wound and see you when we need another guy There's nobody else to please I was gonna spend that money on a pair of dungarees
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I wanna climb intside your mind where nothing is ever moved around Without a sound I save the wreckage from the void Without a noise perform a miracle But were I in there would I find the incapacity you speak about? "Hey, get me out!", cries the hero that I thought I was What did I have to prove? Hey, wait I guess God isn't up there listening like we thought he was K, stay I could throttle this lovable idiot if I thought you'd you change I wanna give you both my eyes so that you can see the mess we're in I feel just like 100 buffalo were given every green light in the world You wanna give me both your ears so that I can hear the breaking bow It's all around I wanna quote Lao Tzu or Alan Watts but what good would it do? Hey, wait I guess God isn't up there listening like we thought he was K, stay I could throttle this lovable idiot if I thought you'd you change
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We move away We smell the bacon cooking God knows I can change Became allergic to the Kool-Aid You can stick that God damn paper up your ass I never signed it anyway I'd love for you to see me act my age Hold me to my word I'm an affirmation fueled testosterone machine Wide eyes in a wide world I can wait Oh, I can wait But I don't know how much longer I can wait for We walk away We leave them talking Leave the broom against the door I'm making money, having sex and starting arguments "Who does he think he is?" "You know I never liked him anyway" "I guess he doesn't live here anymore" Hold me to my word I'm a newly liberated slice of cherry pie Wide eyes in a wide world Oh, I can change I can change But I don't know how much longer I can change for Special forces intervene, special forces I still don't know what you mean But of course it's a long long way From the genes I have Suicide and alcohol Depression and resentment I'm lucky to've made it out so clean I'm lucky to've make it out as me
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Waiting for the start Colours in the dark And every piece to fall in place And for God to reach your case Frozen boy will pray Every season, every day A passing Tannoy car says walk away And sever all Sever all ties and run away You're not sick, I'm not stuck We're ridiculous Colder than the rest Smart enough to test Every scene I get to play Every move my body makes It's always wishes, prayers and hope 86-years-old Ask my body how far can it go Several Several miles, we can run away But we're still by ourselves So we're ridiculous
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Now, in The Land Of The Rent-less An opportunity presents itself Zen bridges in only Li Like so many I've seen burning peroidically Native to a place with the feeling half-erased American as far as England knows Who's gonna take me on that aeroplane And watch me as I catch my second wind? Takes one to know one On and on it goes The local broken sheriff's boy that every body knows Now, in The Land Of The Rent-less The broken sheriff's boy presents himself
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Weekly Songs 29-42 is a collection of songs, each of which was written in a week as part of a personal challenge designed to improve my craft as a songwriter, write down my ideas more frequently and to express and record some ideas, feelings, worries and hopes that might've slipped into the void of my poor memory otherwise.

For the past year and half or so my friend Declan Kitchener has been joining me in this challenge. At some point we decided to not only share our songs with eachother each week, but to also record the conversations and make em into a podcast. If you want to know more about the writing of these songs then please check out the pod:

soundcloud.com/weeklysongpodcast

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released January 21, 2018

Written, recorded, produced and arranged by Roger Heathers

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