1.Bad Ambassador
Lyricist：Neil Hannon
I wanna chill, I wanna sit real still
I wanna sleep like the dead on a bed of roses
Me and my lovely wife we're in the prime of life
I wanna feel real, I wanna free-wheel
I wanna steal the show from under their noses
I wanna get you off, ain't that enough？
I'm gonna abseil down my ivory tower
And buy myself a Jaguar
I'm a bad ambassador for that
Elusive place you're searching for
I wanna show you so much more
But maybe some other time
I wanna play with the big boys
I wanna ride with the tough guys on a Japanese motorbike
I wanna hold your hand, hey, what's your favorite band？
I wanna look like they looked
I wanna shake like they shook, I wanna take what they took
I wanna get you high don't ask me why
It's just something I've got to do
I'll try to make it up to you
I'm a bad ambassador for that
Elusive place you're searching for
I wanna show you so much more
But maybe some other time
I'm not the Pope and I don't wanna
Be the Archbishop of Canterbury
I'm a bad ambassador for that
Elusive place you're searching for
I wanna show you so much more
Yeah, I could show you so much more
But I'm a bad ambassador
Well, maybe some other time
2.Dumb It Down
Lyricist：Hannon Edward Neil Anthony
You've got a personality
We'll throw you in the sea and watch you drown, dumb it down
Your concentration span's too long
It's longer than this song, that's not allowed, dumb it down
You don't need books to know what's what
We'll pile them up and burn them to the ground, dumb it down
And if you say that we're corrupt
We'll round you up and run you out of town, dumb it down
Down and down and down it goes, where it stops nobody knows
And not a lot of people seem to care
Well it's so crazy, it's so great, we can all communicate
But no one's saying anything out there, is there anybody out
there？
Intelligence is dangerous
A virus of the brain, you pass around, dumb it down
We'll vaccinate each boy and girl
Lobotomize the world through sight and sound, dumb it down
No one can tell you what to think
And if you think that's true, then you're a clown, dumb it down
'Cause freedom's wasted on the free
You just don't see the beauty all around, dumb it down
Down and down and down we slide, it's too tricky to decide
Between channels one and sixty-three
'Cause everything is mindless fluff, like this world's not dumb
enough
Does anybody feel the same as me？ Is there anybody listening？
3.Timestretched
Lyricist：Neil Hannon
There's not enough hours in the day
To say all that I want to say
There's not enough days in the week
And weeks go by quicker than drunks knock back liquor
There's not enough weeks in the month
To do all that needs to be done
There's not enough months in the year
And years disappear like the bubbles in my beer
Timestretched
There's not enough lines on the stave
To capture the music I crave
There's not enough strings to my bow
And even the barmen know extracts from Carmen
There's not enough notes in this scale
It feels like I'm chasing my tail
There's not enough beats in the bar
And bars get too busy with folks asking, 'Is he？'
4.Regeneration
Lyricist：Hannon Edward Neil Anthony
Old worlds seen through new eyes
Just you and I and the sheltering sky
The battle is over but the war's not yet won
It's only just begun
We'll walk the razor's edge
The highest ledge of the worlds highest window
The first lap is finished but the race isn't run
It's only just begun
Where will we run to, where will we hide？
Where will we rest our heads tonight？
Where is the party and who will be there？
Angels or devils, we don't care, we don't care
New forms, new formula
X plus Y equals new life
They'll tell you it's over, just tell them they're wrong
'Cause it's only just, it's only just begun
5.Note To Self
Lyricist：Hannon Edward Neil Anthony
Monday, restate my assumptions
Heaven and hell do not exist
Tuesday, restate my assumptions
If you die you do so at your own risk
Into the heart of darkness
Beyond the point of no return
Wednesday, restate my assumptions
Beauty is not the same thing as youth
Thursday, restate my assumptions
Only one thing beautiful that's the truth
Into the heart of darkness
Beyond the point of no return
What the fuck is happening？
Where has everybody gone？
What the hell is going on？
There is nothing as frightening as being alone
Friday, restate my assumptions
The writer writes for himself, not for you
Saturday, restate my assumptions
A song is not a song until it's listened to
6.Lost Property
Lyricist：Hannon Edward Neil Anthony
Postcards and letters, T-shirts and sweaters
Passports and Parkas, mobiles and chargers
Two tennis rackets, Blue Rizla packets
A new sheep-skin jacket, I lost it all
All through my life there have been
Many rare and precious things
I have tried to call mine
But I just cannot seem
To keep hold of anything
For more than a short time
Possessions of a sentimental kind
They were mine, now they're not
Gym-kits and trainers, asthma inhalers
Silk-cuts and Bennie's, ten-packs and twenties
C-class narcotics, antibiotics
The holes in my pockets, I lost it all
All that I'd like is to know
Just where do those lost things go？
When they slip from my hands
Then one night in a dream
I passed through a sheepskin screen
To a green, pleasant land
I found them all piled up into the sky
And I cried tears of joy
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