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RELEASE DATE

02-Sep-2001

TRACK LISTING

  1. Ordinary Man

  2. Guest Ascenders

  3. Soldiers Of The Day

  4. The Sa Wa Dee Lobby

ALBUM NOTES

The debut noise of three lads caught on tape.

LYRICS

ORDINARY MAN

 

I have never been shot

God only knows just how long I’ve got

And I ain't waiting on god

He doesn’t get out much or return his calls

And I have never been wrong

But like a falling dart I’m spinning again

 

Sometimes I’ve been caught

On a leaking boat on a foreign shore

Waves throwing me like a rag doll

They got me clutching onto all I know

I’m the maker of my own storm

Got me punching water and drowning again

 

Chorus:

I’m an ordinary man

With an ordinary hand

On an ordinary world

An extraordinary world

All I know is all I am

I’m your ordinary man

 

I may never go far

God only knows just how far I’ve come

And I have never been loved

I fly in circles like an injured dove

And I have never been caught

Hunter, hound or fox I’m running again

 

Chorus reprise –

 

I’m fascinated, segregated, hesitated, situated

I’m contemplated, estimated, overstated, underrated

I’m agitated, integrated, assassinated, and I’m running again

 

Chorus reprise –

 

GUEST ASCENDERS

 

Watch them climb
The guest ascenders of the room are spiders
At least they know what they want

Downward eyes
Swelling up like rising tides

Your luck has never run that dry

Chorus:

When I was a boy
I should have just ran away
But how far would I get?
Before I’m on my way back here again

 

Waking sore
Wipe the dust off ancient 26-year-old

Build it up to wash it away

Try elate
Shift a gear

Lifting fingers proves to be
As tiring as lifting weights

 

Chorus reprise –

 

Watch them climb

The guest ascenders of the room are spiders

At least they know what they want

 

SOLDIERS OF THE DAY

 

No one leads in the chain

Of modern soldier slaves

It doesn’t stretch it only breaks

And never looks you in the face

It makes sense they say

But what’s sense anyway?

 

You never thought

To let go of the wheel

To watch them veer away

 

Chorus:

They assemble in the rain

They’re the soldiers of the day

They never question or explain

Of all the plans that soldiers make

To spin the world the other way

But when you’re in control

You really know you’re not

 

Of all the plans I’ve made

And turned to paper planes

I might climb on board

The chance to elevate

Play on in the game

It’s a playoff everyday

 

You never thought

To let go of the wheel

To see where you end up

 

Chorus reprise –

THE SAWADEE LOBBY

 

He hits the bell at reception

In the Sawadee lobby

A white suit man and a ceiling fan

Makes you wonder how he breathes

The room is in slow motion

There’s a deal that’s going through

A knowing sun is signing off

To an unsuspecting moon

 

The ceiling fan may hypnotise

But I’m sure that statue moved

I’m watching you been watching me

Circling around the room

The perfect face, a sliver case

Settles in for a glass or two

The swill of gin, a winning grin

You’re looking like to lose

 

Mercury rising

The night is heavy in the breeze

Twitches of suspicion

Shadows flicker to the tease

Nodding heads and darting eyes

Glowing red throughout the room

A jungle beat, a primal tie

Is closing in on you

 

A drop off van, a pickup man

The smoking deal is burning through

Onto you that you’re onto me

I’ll be careful how I move

Night vision and a quick decision

No time to learn the rules

He’s dead on the hour

You’re looking like to lose

 

Wake in fright, it’s just a dream

On my back in Sawadee

The lobby is dead there’s no one there

A heavy breath, a heavy stare

Check out time is overdue

And at reception I see you

Stare the face and split the scene

You’re looking like to lose