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Tim Powles: tygs in space Print E-mail
Wednesday, 10 October 2012

Tyg's In Space

Spaceman
On a cold winter's night with a broken heart star
Out of the soup and your head's still on fire

Sometimes the spaceman's got it all
Sometimes the spaceman's got it all

I am the spaceman
I am the straight man
Get mixed up with me
I am the spaceman
Totally straight man
I am totally clean

You hate the preachers, lay down with the teachers
You read my diary so that makes it easier
Yeah, I'm so straight it's almost too weird
I am the spaceman, totally urbane

I am the spaceman
I am the straight man
Get mixed up with me
I am the spaceman
Totally straight man
I am the spaceman
The urbane straight man
I am totally clean

A word to the wise about Mr. D
He is your number 1 private enemy
He fills his pockets with your dollars and bones
(He fills his pockets with your dollars and bones)
Friends won't be friends
Won't come round in the end
Sometimes the spaceman's got it all
Sometimes the spaceman's got it all

I am the spaceman
I am the straight man
Get mixed up with me
I am the spaceman
Totally straight man
I am totally clean

I am the spaceman
Drums and bass man
Totally aceman
The spaceman

 

Canman
Like a snowman, goes soft in spring time
Reunited with your obsession
You're the can man
You need the microphone
If you can, to stay alive

Bury your pride, swallow pain
In the meantime, here's the hookline
And if you take it you'll swallow anything
You're corruptible, you're so vain

And the captain takes the microphone
Yeah, the captain takes the microphone

Send an army of friendly thieves
To steal some comfort for your pain
To call you a liar is too unkind
You're the joker, no friend of mine

And the captain takes the microphone
The captain's been, the mic has gone
And the captain takes the microphone
There's nothing left to sing this song

It's not about the waste of time
Don't bother me trying to explain
It's all about a wasted life

And the band still make the record
And the can man, he takes the mic
In the taxi to the corner-store
Where his best friend, he owns the lot

And the captain takes the microphone
And there's nothing left to sing this song
The captain takes the microphone
And he sells his records to right the wrong

And the captain lies by the microphone
And everyone's sad but life goes on
Yeah, the captain lies by the microphone
And the boys in the band, we all go home

And the captain lies by the microphone
And everyone's sad but life goes on
And the mic's still here
But captain's gone

 

Three
Someone stole my love away
I wonder who that might be
Seems like only three weeks
Since you promised me eternity

One day this was a place of love
Now it's an empty space
Someone stole my love away
I wonder where she might be?

Yeah, can you see me
Through the space between my lips
Can you hear me counting 1 2 3 ?
You're coming with me, you're coming with me
Through the space between my lips
Can you hear me counting 1 2 3 ?

Now you're sitting on the fence trying not to fall
Trying not to land on either side at all
And you're standing on the road, head between your hands
Wishing you could be invisible to everyone who knows

Yeah, can you see me
Through the space between your fingers
Can you hear me counting 1 2 3 ?
You're coming with me, you're coming with me
Through the space between your fingers
Can you see me counting 1 2 3 ?
You're coming with me
Through the space between my lips
Can you hear me counting 1 2 3 ?

21 days of silent hate
I never walked so far at night
7 years of being mistaken
6 of them, you were wasted
I guess if you're young you cannot be blamed
For the feelings you terminated
And because of that and other things
I will always remember you by your favourite number

You're coming with me, you're coming with me
Through the space between my lips
Can you hear me counting 1 2 3 ?
You're coming with me
Breathe the shape that's on my lips
Can you see me counting 1 2 3 ?
You're coming with me
Through the space between my lips
Can you hear me counting 1 2 3 ?

That's all you get

 

Fish
There's too many fish in the ocean
I'm the one you should catch
I just hope that I'm big enough
That you won't throw me back

Hey Mr. Catfish, I've seen you before
You looked a little different standing at my door
Stepping on my carpet, stepping on my tail
Trying to make your biggest sale

You're a slippery cat with no sense of scale
If I wanted a goldfish you'd sell me a whale
There's good fish and bad fish and dead fish and bones
But I'm something special for you to take home

Too many fish in the ocean
I'm the one you should catch
I just hope that I'm big enough
That you won't put me back

In a school in the lost city of Atlantis
Dining on squid and a ray called Mantis
I met you on the deck of a sunken ship
In a dream where the Titanic was a two way trip

The Seven Wonders of the sea
What more could a good fish need
Well, some silly salmon left all this
To take a leap into the mouth of a hungry hungry beast

Too many fish in the ocean
I'm the one you should catch
I just hope I'm big enough
That you won't put me back

Good fish
Bad fish
Dead fish
Bones

Too many fish in the ocean
I'm the one you should catch
I just know that I'm big enough
That you won't throw me back

Too many fish
Too many fish

One fish
Two fish
Three fish
Bones

 

Impossible
Please release yourself from the disease
Wash away all that's unclean
You've been crucified by magazines
You're sick, you're weird

Don't entertain those thoughts of dying
It's impossible
Don't burst my bubble, don't give up
That's impossible

Please, it's not an excuse to be down
Stuck here in tragedy town
You need an excuse for a kiss
And if it finds you

Please resurrect the life inside
If it's possible
Don't burst my bubble
Don't give up, don't give up
That's impossible

On a cloud above the others
All of our friends, sisters and brothers
Don't entertain no thoughts of dying
Don't entertain no thoughts of dying

Don't give up, that's impossible

 

Comet
She was waiting for her mother
To drop her home from school
Skinny creep from science said
There's a message for you -
A message

Phone home, phone home
There's a surprise
Something about a video - no
A ride and a ticket for two
Yeah, your mother's got a trip to a better place
She wants you to come
But she knows you've got a previous engagement
It's social night at school and the dj's real cool
He'll play some rap and techno and U2
And some bad religion
So she said at midnight when you're dancing in my arms
Yeah, right, as if
So she said to think of her
And if not she'll be flying overhead

Hitch a ride on a comet
Outlive the stars
Live like a god
Hitch a ride on a comet
Ride on a comet
Fly like a rocket

So your dancing at the disco
To the halebop
And the skinny creep from science
Is way too uncool
It's about 11:30 pm
The punchbowl is dry
The bad girls are doing it already outside
But not this little pet of mother's love
Pet of mother's pride
Mother's milk, mother's love
You really should phone home
There's a message for you

Say goodbye to me
Say goodbye to me (from the church)
Say goodbye to me (phone your mother)
Say goodbye to me

Tears are rolling down
Like you really give a shit about it
As if someone died
You're feigning your indifference
You'd rather cross the river to the other side
Yeah, did you read about how mother died
How your mother died

So you're dancing at the disco
To the halebop (and she died)
The skinny creep from science
Was way too uncool
It's like about 11:30
And the punchbowl is dry (she's flying overhead)
The bad girls are doing it already outside (she's flying overhead)

You can fly like a rocket
Outlive the stars
Live like a god
Ride on a comet

Fly like a rocket
Outlive the stars
Live like a god
Ride on a comet

(Yeah, did you read how mother died)

 

Super
And it's too late I fear
Mr. Popular is here
Reinvented by the people
For the benefit of your ears
It's like everything you hear
Regulated by the people
And it seems like we're too unreasonable
To hope that nothing lasts
I'm just complaining, suffocated

(Just like everything you hear)
Everything is super now, everything
(Just like everything you hear)
Everything is way too loud
And I don't, and I don't
And I don't think so

Bow down to the kings of pop
And when the penny drops
There's nothing left of you
In what you do

Let's resurrect the porn star queen
And shatter all your mother's dreams
Eliminate the rock and roll bands
And suffocate, and suffocate

Bow down to the kings of pop

Everything is super now, everything
Everything is way too loud
Everything is super now
And I don't, and I don't
And I don't think so

So I'm walking in the garden and the flowers are all dead
There's a not so savage dandelion residing here instead
Still I don't dream of being king
Counting money's not my thing
Besides, there's far too many just like me

 

Suffer
Black and blue
Not the colours for you
Sore and bruised
You suffer wrong

So unclean
Self denied the right to sleep
And still the shame lives on and on and on

Suffer long - give us something to stand on
Strength to be strong - something soft to land on
Suffer long

Depression breeds
Feeds the mouth of hate
Senseless shame, you bleed so numb
No fear, no pain, no pain
Your soul is dead
Sanctity has gone
Filled instead by all the guilt
Lives on and on and on

Suffer long - give me something to lean on
Strength to be strong - someone warm to feed from
Suffer long - and suffer all the children
Who's gonna save you now
Beaten by those whom your life depends on

Black and blue
That colour does not suit you
Sore and bruised
And still the shame goes on and on and on

Suffer long - gives us something to stand on
Strength to be strong - something soft to land on
Suffer long - and suffer all the children
Who's going to save you now
Beaten by those whom your life depends on

And no pathetic attempts will
Bring back your trust in someone
Who's going to save you now
Beaten by those whom your life depends on

 

Departed
Since you departed
She's been broken-hearted
All she requires is the reason to breath

She is coming round
To the fact that you are never ever ever ever ever coming back

Don't get heavy with the world
You're only pissed off with yourself
You didn't have the guts to say...

I love you no more

You fabricated this mess
You instigated her fall
All because of sexual greed
Now you're coming round
To the fact that you are never ever ever ever ever going back

 

Buddhist
Who am I?
Where am I going to?
How come I know so much?
I'm looking to the stars
Is there life on Mars?
I'm so dumb but I can speak

I'm not waiting to find out
I just got here to what it's all about
Not waiting to find out
I am only my own god

I could worship the sun
But who am I?
I got nothing to say
How come I know so much?
Don't spill your stuff on me

I just got here
I might stop here

Everyone's believing in anything
Everyone is praying for what they lost
Everyone's a Buddhist when it suits them
Everyone's a prophet driving in the backseat

 

Fridge
(Well, she's not happy enough, and frankly I don't blame her)

Jane hates the fridge
Jane hates the floor
Jane hates the ice between her toes
Her knife is sharp
She cuts out its heart
She hates the fridge the frost that grows

She needs to be cool
And wants everything to last

Jane hates the fridge
Jane hates the floor
Jane hates the ice between her toes
Feeling cool, and it's OK
She can't help notice on the way
Past the fridge to the caffeine jar
The fucking fridge, the open door
Her knife is sharp
She cuts out its heart
She hates the fridge the frost that grows

She needs to be cool
And wants everything to last

Everything lasts and that's OK
Yeah, everything lasts and that's OK

Feeling cool and it's OK
Everything lasts and it's OK

 

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