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100 Broken Windows (05/09/2000)
05/09/2000
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I found a mountain on my own (I’m encouraged)
Trust history to say it’s unknown (it’s discouraging)
There’s a seventeen contest in my own home (discourage)
Sick of seventeen contests in my own home (discourage)
Don’t cross the road, you’re under a spell
A broken violin (discourage)
Don’t cross the road, you’re under a spell 
Of broken violins

All I need is a little discourage
All I need is a little discourage
All I need is a little discourage
All I need is a little discourage
All I need is a little discourage

I ran away from my own telephone (discourage)
It rings to tell you what the future holds in store, so...
There’s a lack of confidence at home (discourage)
When a seventeen contest fills your own home (discourage)
Put your trust in courage, because no one can tell
The broken violent 
Put your trust in courage, no one can tell
The broken violent

All I need is a little discourage
(The world knows what I need, but it’s proving far too hard for me)

. . .



When it happens 
You'll feel like an islander
You'll see ships and they'll be reminders
That you're on an island
I'm on an island

The chances are there's a reason we've been left here
But I'm not disappointed
The chances are there's a reason we’ve been left
The chances are, the chances are

You can't contact, you can't contact
You can't cope without the contact

As it happens 
There's a city in sight
You're getting confused by local lamplight
By local lamplight
Don't buy local lamplights

The chances are there’s a reason we've been left here
But I'm not disappointed
The chances are there’s a reason we've been left here
The chances are, the chances are

You can't contact, you can't contact
You can't cope without the contact

But what a situation to be in
You and me are keeping in time with my ideas
Keeping in time with my ideas
You can't stop keeping in time

You can't contact, you can't contact
You can't cope without the contact

. . .



It’s a better way to feel
Don’t be real, be post modern
(it’s not that one dimensional, it’s not the only thought)

It’s a better way to feel
When you’re not real, you’re post modern
(it’s not that one dimensional, it’s not the only thought)

I stopped and waited for progress 
I stopped and waited for progress 
I stopped and waited
But I’m not willing to accept it all

This wooden idea is your method of repetition
This wooden idea is how you sell reduction

It’s the best way to feel
Don’t be real, it’s post modern
(it’s not that one dimensional, it’s not the only thought)

It’s a better way to feel
When you’re not real, you’re post modern
(it’s not that one dimensional, it’s not the only thought)

You can’t keep waiting for progress 
You can’t keep waiting for progress 
You can’t keep waiting
And I’m not willing to accept it all

This wooden idea is your method of repetition
This wooden idea is how you sell reduction

I bet you don’t know how to spell contradiction
I bet you don’t know how to sell conviction
I bet you don’t know how to spell contradiction
I bet you don’t know how to sell conviction

This wooden idea is your method of repetition
This wooden idea is how you sell reduction

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Rose, ability. There is no roseability
Rose, ability. There is no roseability
You've got off with too much now
You're getting off with too much now
Stop looking through scrapbooks and photograph albums
Because I know
They don't teach you what you don't already know
You've always been, dissatisfied
Gertrude Stein said "that's enough"
(I know that that's not enough now)
Rose, ability. There is no roseability
You've got off with too much now
You're getting off with too much now
Stop looking through scrapbooks and photograph albums
Because I know
They can't teach you what you don't already know
You're always be, dissatisfied
Gertrude Stein said "that's enough"
Gertrude Stein said "that's enough"
(I know that that's not enough now)
Rose, ability. There is no roseability
You've got off with too much now
You're getting off with too much now
Stop looking through scrapbooks and photograph albums
Because I know
They won't teach you what you don't already know
You're always be, dissatisfied

. . .



Dear Hugh Miller, I’ve thought it through for a while but it doesn’t get any easier 
And three months on in this bad design won’t make it feel any easier
Your grave, it’s your grave

Dear Hugh Miller, it’s four months now from when we started and nothing feels much easier 
I sit and stare in a cork tiled room and it doesn’t get much easier
Your grave, it’s your grave

Pretend it works a while, it’s transmitted live
Pretend it works a while (you don’t try)
Pretend it works a while, it’s transmitted live
Pretend it works a while (don’t try)

Dear Hugh Miller, it’s four months now from when we started and nothing feels much easier 
I sit and stare in a cork tiled room and it doesn’t get much easier
Your grave, it’s your grave

Pretend it works a while, it’s transmitted live
Pretend it works a while (you don’t try)
Pretend it works a while, it’s transmitted live
Pretend it works a while (don’t try)

Middle 8

Your grave, it’s your grave

Pretend it works a while, it’s transmitted live
Pretend it works a while (you don’t try)
Pretend it works a while, it’s transmitted live
Pretend it works a while (don’t try)

I don’t care if I don’t have an idea track, it’s an idea track, it’s an idea
I don’t care if I don’t have an idea track, it’s an idea track, it’s an idea
Your grave, it’s your grave

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I woke up first this morning
I’ve never seen the dawn
But I know what the world looked like before
How would I know what you said?
You’re always first to go to bed
You’re intent on sleeping it off

Let me sleep, next to the mirror
I know you don’t like mirrors
When they reflect on you

For every word that you write
They won’t mean much as barricades (they hold me down)

I’m sure that you’ll be fine
Ten more years of this
It will nearly be time
I’m sure that you’ll be fine
It can’t take ten more years

You woke up first this morning
You told me that you had a bad dream
Like one never before
What was in it?
My reflection showed that I’m far too critical

Let me sleep next to the mirror
Don’t tell me that you don’t like mirrors
Don’t tell me that you don’t like
Looking right through your own reflection

For every word that I write
They won’t mean much as barricades (they hold me down)

I’m sure that you’ll be fine
Ten more years of this
It will nearly be time
I’m sure that you’ll be fine
But it can’t take ten more years

. . .



You listen to what you’ve got
And then you realise that it’s nothing

What’s in these bad dreams?
I might as well be talking backwards
What’s in these bad dreams?
You might as well be talking to yourself

You listen to what you’ve got
And then you realise that it’s nothing

What’s in these bad dreams?
You might as well be talking backwards
What’s in these bad dreams?
It’s me, and I’m talking to myself

. . .



You thought the fire could protect you from it
But why have you been so, why have you been ill informed?
I felt that fire could protect me from everything
You’re just too gullible

Actually it’s darkness, I don’t know what I’m scared of
It’s darkness, I must be scared of something
You must be scared of something, quite quite special

You shed a shade of shyness
You shed a shade of shyness
You shed a shade of shyness
Why can’t you be more cynical?

I knew the winter could protect me from it
One box if film won’t make it all go cold
I thought that winter could hide me from everything
I’m just too gullible, for words

Actually it’s darkness, I don’t know what I’m scared of
It’s darkness, I must be scared of something
You must be scared of something, quite quite special

You shed a shade of shyness
You shed a shade of shyness
You shed a shade of shyness
Why can’t you be more cynical?

I don’t look the same in the photograph
I need to look the way I did in the photograph
By mentioning places it will all become clear
If we speak the same language, you’re a deeper darker reason...

You shed a shade of shyness
You shed a shade of shyness
You shed a shade of shyness
Why can’t you be more cynical?

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You look worn out, more and more each day
With every step, and every page
You look worn out, more and more each day
With every step, and every page
Your croft, dated back to the beginning of the century
It's the beginning of the century
Inside your croft, dated back to the beginning of the century
It's the beginning of the century
What are you looking for? You'll never get close
You definitely don't know, you're not original
What are you looking for? You'll never get close,
You definitely don't know, you definitely don't know
What you're about
You look worn out, more and more each day
With every step and every page
And you're still worn out, more and more each day
There's every way to......
Your croft, dated back to the beginning of the century
It's the beginning of the century
Inside your croft, dated back to the beginning of the century
It's the beginning of the century
What are you looking for? You'll never get close
You definitely don't know, you're not original
What are you looking for? You'll never get close
You definitely don't know, you definitely don't know
What you're about
What are you looking for? You'll never get close
You definitely don't know, you're not original
What are you looking for? You'll never get close
You definitely don't know, you definitely don't know
What you're about

. . .



I couldn’t stand up looking up at the faded party
I couldn’t stand up looking up at a faded party

It was a mistake pageant
It was a mistake from the start
This is a mistake pageant
But it’s unsuitable to laugh like the others

Couldn’t stand up looking up, I’m at a faded party
I couldn’t stand up looking at, at a famous party

It was a mistake pageant
It was a mistake from the start
This is a mistake pageant
And I don’t understand the way that you’re living

Because you’ve had bad luck (disorder) 
And I know what it feels like to have bad luck 

You can’t open your eyes
You can’t, open your eyes
It’s vain or is it just fame?

It was a mistake pageant
It was a mistake from the start
This is a mistake pageant
And I don’t understand this way that you’re living

Because you’ve had bad luck (disorder) 
And I know what it feels like to have bad luck

I hope that this won’t bring you down
These people are obscured by frowns
This won’t bring you down
These people frown

Cause you’ve had bad luck (disorder)
And I know what it feels like to have bad luck 

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I want to fly a little to the right, I’ll never get to Crowsdell
And I want to stay awake all night to realise (I’m not Ben Hoy)

What should I take with me to the North? It’s the good North
The promised success, the appropriate North. It’s the good North

Apparently, you’re happy, you’ve realised
I’m meant to be, unhappy, I’ve realised (I’m not Ben Hoy)

What should I take with me to the North? It’s the good North
The promised success, the appropriate North. It’s the good North

I want to reunite, I’ll never save (what will you save?)
When everything is broken now
I want to reunite I’ll never save (what will you save?)
Everything is broken 

I want to fly a little to the right, I’ll never get to Crowsdell
And I want to stay awake all night to realise (I’m not Ben Hoy)

And what should I take with me to the North? It’s the good North
The promised success, the appropriate North. It’s the good North

I want to reunite I need to save (what will you save?)
When everything is broken now
I want to reunite I need to save (what will you save?)
When everything is broken now
I want to reunite I need to save (what will you save?)
When everything is broken now
I want to reunite I need to save (what will you save?)
When everything is broken now

Everything’s gone now, everything’s gone now 
(You’ve gone now, when everything’s broken now)
Everything’s gone running without a sound

. . .



It felt cold inside, so we threw the radio onto the fire
It felt good to watch it, burn away to nothing

You said you felt weak
I hope its got nothing to do
With the things you told me

Nothing but your eyes
Looking down on the third place
You’ve got nothing but determination
To come in third

You were always going to be like this
If it’s somewhere that’s as cold as this
You were always meant to be like this
In the cold

It felt warm inside, so we threw the television on the fire
It wasn’t frustration, because I had nothing to throw away

When there’s nothing but your eyes
Looking down on the third place
When there’s nothing but determination
To come in third

You were always going to be like this
When you’re somewhere that’s as cold as this
It was always meant to be like this
In the cold

You’ve got nothing but your eyes
Looking down on the third place
You’ve got nothing but determination
To come in third

You know that you always meant to be like this
You know that I’m always meant to be like this
You know that you always meant to be like this
You know that you’re always meant to be

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