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New Maps Of Hell

by Matthew Neel

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1.
That Is All 02:39
Did you figure out what your life’s about Well is it for the kids Is it drink or work or drugs Or is it anything you can get Are you chasing down your own oblivion Or are you on the mend Are you skating on the thinnest ice Wishing you could choose your friends I’m thinking of a better place where No-one has to follow This at all Your big ambitions lead to The biggest kind of fall That is all Is your company making money Do you keep it in the black Do you suffer executive ulcer Stress-induced heart attack Are you swimming with bigger fishes Are you moving with the tides Or are you seated out on the street Waiting for your time to rise I’m thinking of a better place where No-one has to follow This at all Your big ambitions lead to The biggest kind of fall That is all We’ll never give it up completely Cos it’s plain to see Ambition takes its toll Over one and all We’ll never give it up completely Cos it’s plain to see We all need a place to go When we just don’t know
2.
Rich man poor man Looking for a change Walls to splinter Cells to re-arrange Medicine still For the sick and for the well Poor kid don’t stick Your neck out on the line Yeah the rich may fish but The poor can read the signs No sense us still thinking everybody ill Pray for the sun to come out Cast a shadow again Be on a reasonable doubt Hope the wind and the rain Will never wear us all out Hope that nobody says You don’t Belong Here Rich kid fixed it To always put the blame On the poor kid sure that The balls all look the same And one big win could see you Sitting pretty thin Pray for the sun to come out Cast a shadow again Be on a reasonable doubt Hope the wind and the rain Will never wear us all out Hope that nobody says You don’t Belong Here Oh no You Don’t Belong Here
3.
Sweetheart where’s the limit Call on spirits for protection Saints and curses too A plan to get us back home Safe and sound where All our faith is grounded Wrapped in brick and air and steel and song You can push us down but Always we will remain Over the hills and back again No direction home we’re Out-paced the fuse is blown we’re Drinking to hide the signs of thinking And smiling makes my teeth ache Chasing dreams of heartbreak No-one told me to take Notice of the background hum You can push us down but Always we will remain Over the hills and back again Take a running jump cos All this is is a game Over the hills and back again Sweetheart how does it follow All our big tomorrows Line up and never come they Wait for the starting gun and Daybreak is hours away and All we gain are paper chains And trust the rest will follow on You can push us down but Always we will remain Over the hills and back again Take a running jump cos All this is is a chain Over the hills and back again
4.
Emily 02:39
Emily Am I what you thought I’d be Am I hitting all the marks Or am I flailing in the dark Tell me sweet Did I knock you off your feet Are you with me all the way Or are you planning a swift getaway By the way I know that you’re the one for me By the way I believethat it should be easy By the way do you by the way Do you feel the same Tell me plain Won’t you Emily Gonna make you want to marry me I love you for your mind Although you’ve got a great behind By the way I know that you’re the one for me By the way I believethat it should be easy By the way do you by the way Do you feel the same Tell me plain Won’t you
5.
If you feel down-at-heel Strapped into your willing wheel well As you watch it all come loose yeah Welcome to the first world blues yeah Welcome to the first world blues Don’t you think that we’re taking it too far Driving in your big car Thinking that you’re all the rage son Talking like a loaded gun Where’d you get your information from Asking all the wrong questions Like where you gonna hide son If you find your peace-of-mind Disappears as it all unwinds well When even living raises bruises yeah Welcome to the first world losers club Welcome to the first world losers club Don’t you think that we’re taking it too far Driving in your big car Thinking that you’re all the rage son Talking like a loaded gun Where’d you get your information from Asking all the wrong questions Like where you gonna hide son
6.
Well Anyway 03:31
We are the beaten generation Black-and-blue and godforsaken But don’t start thinking that we’re easy prey Cos we’ll never give an inch and we’ll dig our teeth in We are the waking catatonic Insulated and hydroponic We’re not bad men but we like to sin We’re not fighting men but we’ll smash your face in The place we seek is a Paradise that preys upon The souls of the weak The strong all say Well anyway well anyway well anyway We are the bruises On the apples The hidden product Of core denial Sink to the neck in a drink so long Gotta nail me to a plank to carry me home God give me strength but the state I’m in Got paranoia seeping out of my skin The place we seek is a Paradise that preys upon The souls of the weak The strong all say Well anyway well anyway well anyway We are the beaten generation Black-and-blue and godforsaken But don’t start thinking that we’re easy prey Cos we’ll never give an inch and we’ll dig our teeth in Sink to the neck in a drink so long Gotta nail me to a plank to carry me home The place we seek is a Paradise that preys upon The souls of the weak The strong all say Well anyway well anyway well anyway
7.
Hey Citizen 03:54
Is it seven or is it eight Is it poetry or real-estate that Calls your number and rings your bell Well is it heaven or is it hard to tell Brush your teeth and say your prayers Try to keep that monster below stairs From over-eating he’s gaining weight You’ve gotta wonder how much he could take Of us Hey Citizen you are Reminiscent of a slave Hey Spartacus you are no Freer than the rest of us Do you walk or do you drive Will you give it one last try or Cut the engine and drift in space Do you recognise the bitter taste Of dust Hey Citizen you are Reminiscent of a slave Hey Spartacus you are no Freer than the rest of us Do you raise or do you fold Do you watch your whole damn life get Sold from underneath you to passers-by At the great car-boot sale in the sky Hey Citizen you are Reminiscent of a slave Hey Spartacus you are no Freer than the rest of us
8.
Are we running too fast For our luck to find us Are we chattering too loud To hear the dark remind us That we are free The only prisoner is you No guarantee But maybe one big score would Get you some release Some change from the day You could buy a little peace No matter what they say Are we praying too loud For the gods to hear us Filling up the back rows Talking through the chorus But we are free The only prisoner is you No guarantee But maybe one big score would Get you some release Some change from the day You could buy a little peace No matter what they say
9.
Lately I don’t see the funny side Nothing seems quite right The house is dark the hall is quiet Where is all the love the noise the sympathy Close it down it’s dead to me Please take the key and lock and bolt the door Set the clocks to 8:15 Leave us as we’ll always be Sitting waiting for our queen for evermore We will be dreaming Of an older kinder land Where we could be happy all the time Where we didn’t ever really mind We will be dreaming That there is still a distant place Where there are smiles on our faces Smiles on our faces Lately I can’t seem to understand Anything that’s said to me I think the gist is why you can’t Open up your eyes And now we walk away pretend that there’s Something in our eyes and say Goodbye Set the clocks to 8:15 Leave us as we’ll always be Sitting waiting for our queen for evermore We will be dreaming Of an older kinder land Where we could be happy all the time Where we didn’t ever really mind We will be dreaming That there is still a distant place Where there are smiles on our faces Smiles on our faces Lately I can’t seem to work out why Paradise eludes me Blame it on the way I can’t work out how to lose you
10.
Wise Up 03:04
Sing me my Queen A song fit for our dreams A song coloured with laughter and light A nursery-rhyme For these sour old times Full of famine and bloodshed and blight Sing me my dear A song seasoned with tears A song true to the trouble and strife An atheist hymn For the gods to step in And make sure we all end up all right Wise up wise up Our orbit’s degrading And no-one’s complaining Wise up wise up We are in charge of nothing at all Sing me my friend A song fit for the end A song tempered with steel and strain Starving for real For a new set of wheels And praying to god it would rain Sing me my love A song straight from above Of the only real master to take It lives in your eyes And the only surprise Is how long it took me to locate Wise up wise up Our orbit’s degrading And no-one’s complaining Wise up wise up We are in charge of nothing at all
11.
I know the chances I Have of being satisfied But whatever lies in store I won’t argue anymore No I won’t struggle any more I know the dance routine And all the steps that lie between What you want and what you need And what you must have guaranteed I can’t help holding Too high hopes I can’t help thinking All is good I can’t help holding too high hopes I can’t help holding too high hopes I know the likelihood Of keeping dtraight and keeping good But I won’t listen to the score I’m not counting anymore No I’m not counting anymore I can’t help holding Too high hopes I can’t help thinking All is good I can’t help holding too high hopes I can’t help holding too high hopes I know the faces I Always use to get me by My stock expression of shattered calm My default state of vague alarm I can’t help holding Too high hopes I can’t help thinking All is good I can’t help holding too high hopes I can’t help holding too high hopes

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released July 4, 2012

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