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Rough Trade Shops: Singer Songwriter 1
Disc 1
01. Beneath the Rose
02. The Calendar Hung Itself
03. I’ve Changed My Number
04. The Irony Engine
05. The Girl From the Estuary
06. Metal Heart
07. Come Down Slowly
08. Take Courage
09. Plain Sailing
10. Waving
11. 1952 Vincent Black Lightning
12. Dress (demo)
13. I Want You
14. Little Boy Blue
15. Scissors
16. Needle in the Hay
17. Alabaster
18. Where Do We Go Now but Nowhere
19. Someplace Simple
20. Snow Falls in November
Disc 2
01. Summer of Drugs
02. Hotel Room
03. Easy to Be Around
04. Danny Carlisle
05. The Way That She Really Is
06. Number One
07. Is Everybody Happy?
08. Forever Instant
09. Blues in Bob Minor
10. Don’t Let the Record Label Take You Out to Lunch
11. Sundrops
12. Just After 11 She Left
13. To a Scrapyard Bustop
14. Dear Darling
15. Cripple and the Starfish
16. Masher
17. Endless Sleep
18. Speeding Motorcycle
19. Woodrow
I remember a girl so very well,
The carnival drums all mad in the air
Grim reapers and skeletons and a missionary bell,
O where do we go now but nowhere?

In a colonial hotel we fucked up the sun,
And then we fucked it down again
Well the sun comes up and the sun goes down,
Going 'round and around to nowhere

The kitten that padded and purred on my lap,
Now swipes at my face with the paw of a bear
I turn the other cheek and you lay into that,
O where do we go now but nowhere?

O wake up, my love, my lover, wake up,
O wake up, my love, my lover, wake up

Across clinical benches with nothing to talk,
Breathing tea and biscuits and the Serenity Prayer
While the bones of our child crumble like chalk,
O where do we go now but nowhere?

I remember a girl so bold and so bright,
Loose-limbed an laughing and brazen and dare
Sits gnawing her knuckles in the chemical light,
O where do we go now but nowhere?

You come for me now with a cake that you've made,
Ravaged avenger with a clip in your hair
Full of glass and bleach an my old razor blades,
O where do we go now but nowhere?

O wake up, my love, my lover, wake up,
O wake up, my love, my lover, wake up

If they'd give me my clothes back then I could go home,
From this fresh, this clean, antiseptic air
Behind the locked gates and old donkey moans,
O where do we go now but nowhere?

Around the duck pond we grimly mope,
Gloomily and mournfully we go round again
And one more doomed time and without much hope,
Going 'round and around to nowhere

From the balcony we watched the carnival band,
The crack of the drum a little child did scare
I can still feel his tiny fingers pressed in may hand,
O where do we go now but nowhere?

If I could relive one day of my life,
If I could relive just a single one
You on the balcony, my future wife,
O who could have known, but no one?

O wake up, my love, my lover, wake up,
O wake up, my love, my lover, wake up