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Roll The Ball
03:57
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Sitting in,
Painting on the white walls.
Follow me,
It doesn't matter when you fall.
Roll the ball,
Down the hill,
And watch it turn to dust.
That old man,
Is rolling still,
And I think he's got it sussed.
And I feel alright.
Said I feel alright.
Said I feel alright,
When I roll the ball and it rolls out of sight.
Where's your picture,
Of perfect skies and calm seas?
It's above you,
But always out of reach.
Roll the ball,
Into the sea,
And watch it float away.
Full of past memories,
It'll come back someday.
And I feel alright.
Said I feel alright.
Said I feel alright,
When I roll the ball and it rolls out of sight.
Roll the ball,
Down the hill,
And watch it turn to dust.
That old man,
Is rolling still,
And I think he's got it sussed.
And I feel alright.
Said I feel alright.
Said I feel alright,
When I roll the ball and it rolls out of sight.
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2. |
In Terms Of Me
02:39
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There never was a happy thief,
In the mediocre degree.
You have to be good at what you do.
Bees and boats will win the folks,
But not without the jives and pokes.
You click your wrist and clack your tongue,
Until the problem wanders free.
You look around for peace of mind.
Don't mind your head you will go blind.
What the fuck does that mean anyway?
Get on your knees and hope and pray,
That you will have a better day,
And a better life with lots of money and women and nice things.
In this life I've found,
It's better to be a competitor.
(But not without a creditor).
After all it sounds,
That to be is not to be without a sight you ought to see,
In terms of me.
Do you talk the talk?
And sing the sing?
And walk the walk?
And thing the thing?
I try to all of that better than you.
But there comes a time in everyones life,
Where someone has a bigger knife.
A big knife cuts more bread and more bread means a better life.
You find sometimes you lose your mind,
And nothing ever goes to plan.
So fuck the plan and wipe it from your hands.
A big shout out to all the clowns,
A bigger shout to frowns,
And happy birthday to everyone who's birthday happens to be today.
In this life I've found,
It's better to be a competitor.
(But not without a creditor).
After all it sounds,
That to be is not to be without a sight you ought to see,
In terms of me.
In terms of me.
In terms of me.
A sight you ought to see in terms of me.
In terms of me.
In terms of me.
A sight you ought to see in terms of me.
In terms of me.
In terms of me yeah.
A sight you ought to see in terms of me.
In terms of me.
In terms of me.
I said to be is not to be without a sight you ought to see in terms of me.
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3. |
Money's Back
01:18
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I said the money's back.
(Whoah).
I said the money's back.
(Whoah).
I said the money's back.
I said the money, the money,
The money, the money,
The money's back.
(Whoah).
I said the money's back.
(Whoah).
I said the money's back.
(Whoah).
The girl is out of her mind but never out of my life.
I said the money's back.
(Whoah).
And now the sun is out.
(Whoah).
Oh I'm gonna walk about.
(Whoah).
I said the money, the money,
The money, the money.
The bitch with the money,
Brought it back, now I'm happy.
Oh Yeah.
I said she's always around.
Fake account.
Big and round.
And we better stop there.
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4. |
Blackout
03:45
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Walking along a wire.
I ain't got much to say but,
I ain't no liar.
The power's out,
But I know without a doubt.
It'll come back on when I see her.
And all the men,
That walk beside of me.
They'll never know,
How lucky one man could be.
When sparks do fly,
It's just a sign of being alive.
I pity any other that doesn't see them.
And when I see you lying there,
I just want to hold you,
In my arms.
Hold you in my arms.
And when I hold you,
There's a blackout in this town.
There ain't nobody else around,
But we don't mind.
(We don't mind).
Nobody else to hide behind.
(The lights are going out everywhere I see),
(No matter how hard I try there's always nothing for me).
(But she takes it all and keeps me sane),
(Until I get back home to see her again).
And when I see you lying there,
I just want to hold you,
In my arms.
In my arms.
Yeah yeah yeah.
Walking along a wire.
I ain't got much to say but,
I ain't no liar.
The power's out,
But I know without a doubt.
It'll come back on when I see her.
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Confed. Fred UK
Greetings,
If you are reading this, you have come to listen to (and hopefully buy) the fruits of Confed. Fred's
labour, which I thank you for. More music will come from the trio, but in the meantime, feel free to peruse the social media links. If you would be kind enough to 'Like' and 'Follow' where appropriate, it would be appreciated.
Sincerely,
Frederick
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