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Sudden Getaway
03:55
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How do we know when to stop looking?
How do we know when to make our stake?
All I know is somewhere something’s cooking
What say we make a sudden getaway?
I got myself a good companion
And I swore I’d never stray
There’s nothing like a little reckless abandon
Nothing like a little getaway
Farewell to the bitter life
Farewell to the nine to five/daily grind
Gonna leave it all behind
I’m gonna leave all my past failures
Gonna leave them debts unpaid
Gonna forge me something greater
Gonna make a sudden getaway
Come on baby, the engine’s purring
And the night’s eating up the day
It don’t matter which way we’re turning
It’s time to make a sudden getaway
Farewell to the passion play
The undertow of the everyday
Farewell exponential decay
Farewell to the bitter life
Farewell to the tears in her eyes
Gonna leave it all behind
Gonna make a sudden getaway
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You’re sure on the scene
You’re so well connected
Perfectly affected
Yet you’re playing it safe
You’ve got them all keen
You tag ’em and bag ’em
Hitch to their wagon
As they spring from the gate
Oh, flash in the pan
A company girl needs a company man
You know they all want you
So maybe they’ll take you
Break you and fake you
’Til you get the top
You learnt all the right lines
You reference the right bands
Shake all the right hands
But still you’re a flop
Go sell out!
It’s all so obscene
The way that you do this
Absorbing their fluids
Like a bloodsucking leech
Did you feel it go deeper?
Feel it grow harder?
Hey, mascara martyr
What’s that in your teeth?
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The MF Blues
04:14
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Seems I’ve gone done it again
Got to feeling happy
Just to have my hopes dashed again
That woman don’t want me
So I’m gonna get smashed again
I’m heading down the corner to get me a drink
Cos I’ve got the motherfucking blues again
I’ll open up a bottle of wine
Just like I’ve done a hundred fucking thousand times
Wait for the feeling to flood my tortured mind
But man, let me tell you
There ain’t booze enough to sate me
Cos I’ve got the fucking blues tonight
I wonder when this will end
I wonder when this shit will end
All these lonely nights
With the blues as my only friend
All these lonely nights
Only booze has an ear to lend
I know it ain’t healthy but I’m down on my luck
And I got the motherfucking blues again
I know it ain’t healthy but I’m lonely as fuck
And I got the motherfucking blues again
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You take a job
You earn some money
Cash in your dreams
Ain’t that what they say?
Keep your head down
Ask no questions
And you’ll hear no shit
Ain’t that what they say?
At this age it seems to me
It’s getting harder to be free
To be who we wanted to be
Have some kids
Tell ’em they’re special
Make the circle complete
Ain’t that what they say?
Hear that thunder rumbling?
See that lightning break the sky?
Could it mean a change has come
OR Is just one more of their lies?
There’s no road map
No prescription
No plan B
That ain’t what they say
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Charing Cross
04:34
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Oh my baby, I’m so sorry
For the stupid things I said
I didn’t mean them, I just let the demons
Do their dance around my head
I guess I know that I’ve really done it now
Oh my baby, I’m so sorry
For letting the drink take the wheel
Come the morning, I am sorting
The dreams and nightmares from what’s real
Yes, I know that I’ve really done it now
Oh my love, is this enough?
These simple words I write to you?
Cos babe I promise, I swear I promise
I’m sorry for all that I put you through
But I know that I’ve really done it now
Yes, I know that I’ve really blown it now
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Batten Down the Hatches
03:17
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he days are getting shorter now
And the nights are getting long
I don’t pay it any mind
No, it don’t worry me none
Cos though the wind rattles our windows, babe
I know that I’m safe with you inside
Though there’s trees out there uprooted, babe
No wind could blow me out of line
They say it’s gonna rain down
Say it’s gonna rain down
Let’s just batten down the hatches, babe
And honey, let it rain
We’ve got food up in the cupboard, darling
And a light upon the stove
We’ve got blankets we can huddle under
When the thunder starts to roll
And sure there’s confusion, honey
There are wild wolves roaming out there too
Just come a little closer babe
I know something we could do
If you go out with fifty layers
You’ll wish you had fifty-one
In here the fire’s burning
And the whisky is good and strong
No matter what’s out there, lover
Be it wind or rain or snow
Be it nuclear explosions, babe
There’s one thing that I know
That whether there be riots, darling
On election day
As long as we’re together, honey
I know we’ll be okay
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Ghosts
04:17
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I’m driving on a quiet moonlit night
No one around, there’s not a soul in sight
Take my car through my old neck of the woods
The memories flood back from childhood
Don’t know what forces led me here
I don’t know why my eyes are wet with tears
But I swear from somewhere in the night
I can hear somebody sing
I remember playing on these streets
I wonder if these streets remember me?
There are houses now in the fields
Where we used to go
To have a smoke where our parents wouldn’t know
If the younger me could see me now
I wonder if he’d feel let down somehow
And I swear from somewhere in the night
I can hear them ghosts sing
I won’t pretend I was ever the perfect son
Can’t pretend to take back what I’ve done
But in my deeds somewhere there hides the truth
I miss you
I can’t go back to change what’s been said
Rattling chains haunt me now instead
And I swear from somewhere in the night
I can hear them ghosts sing
Driving back to my new hometown
To get some rest and lay my burden down
Kiss my wife as she sleeps, get into bed
Can’t stop these thoughts running ’round my head
We can never change where we’ve come from
Can’t get it back when it’s all gone
And I swear from somewhere in the night
I can hear them ghosts sing
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Requiem
09:05
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Inequality’s worse than it ever was
Tax breaks for the rich shift the burden on to us
That vile maxim stands, proud as a steeple:
“All for ourselves and none for other people”
How will they privatise the NHS?
Underfund and undermine it, feed stories to the press
As complaints roll in, they’ll tell us there’s a new way
“We can make it better, but now you gotta pay”
“We can kiss it all better but now you gotta pay”
Concentrated wealth
Means concentrated power
The rich keep getting richer
While the poor put in the hours
Democracy’s a lie to make us feel free
Plutocracy don’t feel like freedom me
And oligarchs don’t feel like you and me
We only get one go around at this existence
We made currency king
While Guanyin cries in the distance
We’re distracted by ads as the 1% blows it
They never help the world, they only try to own it
Never saved the world
Social mobility has ceased to exist
You’re born poor, you’ll stay poor, that’s just the way it is
That vile maxim stands, proud as a steeple:
“All for ourselves and none for other people”
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Pieces
03:13
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Grains of sand fall by the barrelful
Separates us from the animals
Chasing something impossible
Fighting something unstoppable
Pieces of skin torn off in strips
Pieces that never seem to fit
Some folks are born but never live
Pieces that never seem to fit
Electrons flying though invisible
Look for something unconditional
Love is rare, instinct is criminal
All those protons irresistible
Pieces of wood that float adrift
Pieces so big they’d sink this ship
Bound by a word, a lie, a kiss
Pieces that never seem to fit
No matter how hard you try to change
Can’t filter life from the pain
When hearts collide there are always waves
Rippling out as reason fades
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See You When I See You
03:56
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We were just little boys keeping our heads down
Trying to find a way to leave this town
We were just little boys following our dreams
But we got caught in the gears of that machine
See you when I see you
I hope it’s not too long
Through all the strikes and gutters
A brother’s love goes on and on
The men they came from New York
They came over from LA
But nothing we were promised came our way
Some of us got married, some of us had kids
But none of us sold out nor wished we did
See you when I see you
I know it’s been a while
Since the magic and the madness
The music and the miles
And folks say:
“If you’d just come along in the prior century…”
But the world it was not built for dreams
Just “what will be will be”
If you never get your hopes up
Then you’ll never be let down
But we were just little boys trying to leave this town
Maybe everything we’ve done
And all that we’ve achieved
Will vanish like a whisper on the breeze
But when all is dust and ashes
And I’m doubled up with age
I’ll take those good times with me to my grave
See you when I see you
I hope it’s not too long
Just know until I do
That I’ll be singing you this song
For every broken promise
For every might-have-been
For everyone left hollow
Just for following their dreams
See you when I see you
Once more for old time’s sake
Let’s hit that road together
While the world goes up in flames
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Luke Tuchscherer Bedford, UK
Luke Tuchscherer (pronounced Tuck-Shearer) is an acclaimed British singer/songwriter based in Bedford,
England.
He released his solo acoustic record, Carousel, through Clubhouse Records on 4 October 2019, his fourth album in five years.
Previous releases include 2018’s Pieces and Shadows EP, 2017’s Always Be True, and his 2014 debut, You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense.
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