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lyrics
I’m not sure if it’s just me, but I’ve found that recently.
The skin on my bones has found a new home where my old self used to be.
I’m only a young man, trying to achieve all he can.
I’ve no chip on my shoulder but I’m bound to get older and scupper all of my plans.
I’m cold and weak and I don’t know what to do.
I’m scared of the world, what’s on offer, and you should be too.
Our significance is close to nought, but there are still lessons to be taught.
In order to sustain, to help and see us through.
I’ve done loads for a kid, from a small town in the north,
Of a country that moans, subtle sarcasm and groans, while the rich laugh at the poor.
You can’t use words like “prick”, or phrases like “mate, that was sick”.
In the company of a race that judges and slates, behind their big gold gates.
I had a dream the other night, that we were looked down on by a group of beings that were all equal.
I woke and realised we’ll all be gone and forgotten in the end, lest not pretend.
We’re strong and unique and we’ve worked out what to do.
We’ll embrace the world and what’s on offer, and I think you should too.
Our significance is close to naught, but there are still lessons to be taught,
In order to sustain, to help and see us through.
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The more recent albums have been good (though I'm still to be convinced by Lost Folk), but this is still Gaz's best album. Cornish Fishing Town is superb (loved the duet with Nick at South Petherton a few years ago), but Knights of the Round Table is another level again - my absolute favourite Gaz song, though not one for live shows, sadly. zummerzet66