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Where’s My Ivor Novello?
04:02
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As much as I would like to
I'll never set the world alight
My legacy is an unheard scream into a digital void
Late night vagrant
Best to look away for your own sake
Who wants to pay for a digital download?
& it's hard to even get an FM foothold
Perhaps my songs are too throwaway
Even for a throwaway world
Where's my Ivor Novello?
In my mind I'm Scott Walker
And my weird doom gives you a lift
In my mind I'm Lee Hazlewood
It comes out all wrong but you get my drift
No idea what I'm doing but I don't let it stop me
I'll leave a sizeable back catalogue
But I'll leave no money
Where's my Ivor Novello?
Maybe when I'm dead
My kids will be impressed
But for now I'm not weird enough for the weirdos
& not straight enough for the rest
Am I boring? Who cares!
I'm not even at my best!
But I keep on
So where's my Ivor Novello?
I said, where's my Ivor Novello?
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Johnny's got the horn for shoe gaze and maybe some psych
He's very self important and he hates all the music you like
He doesn't like much from The Medway or Sexton Ming
Snooty about cassettes, snooty about everything
Johnny hates Johnny Hates Jazz
Johnny's got the gear, Johnny's got expensive taste
Johnny takes his time but he hasn't got a minute to waste
Johnny knows the value of every single record he has
And Johnny hates Johnny Hates Jazz
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Get back, get on, get by
Hoist by my own petard
I can't tell you when I'm struggling
Because there's been no change in that regard
I've gone stupid from lack of experience
I'm gridlocked from lack of time
I cannot break the cycle
I cannot cross the line
I cannot break the cycle
I cannot cross the line
I cannot break the cycle
I cannot escape
I cannot escape the pyramid
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Kentish Rag
00:42
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Dashed across the floor
It's only a Kentish rag
Cobbles to bust my head
To accommodate the wheels of a wagon
Bound to be sentenced to hang
Above the Kentish rag
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