Final Booklet

“I would like to thank everyone who helped make this album a reality as I never intended to make it

into an album – to the producers, my family, and fans, thank you. I would like to give a special thanks to my mates as they have had a huge

influence on me and have taught me a lot over the years as my music is based around there lives as

well as my own – they have been my inspiration, if it wasn’t for them I would have never been

introduced to the variety of music I have experienced so far in my life which has also

inspired and me in creating my music.”

Jamie T

369Wrapped in cling film, staying till the morningWorking in a shop off Newport StreetLived in your building high up on the ceilingWhen she rushed the floorboards creaked

Lost in this town, haunting girlYou're calling up my friendsTry to find out where I've beenI'm a holding, holding it

Gave money to the man he put a bag in my handSaid, "Son, don't you understandThis isn't the way out this is the way inYou're doubling your trouble in"

Just 300, 368Just 300, 368Just 300, 368Millilitres down

Where you come from? Where you at, Jack?Is it the clothes, the bullet holes or the shit up your noseThat makes your body contort like thatLike a dead-mark street-thief feeling the crack?

They cut the paws off the boar for a fractured jawThat was given to the government taxWay back the when Maggie-aggie-aggieAlways made him sad but she never made him happy

I was lost weak, bleak in the streetKnocked me off of my feetHanging round with the people I should never meetI will always believe that the air that we breathe

CHORUS

While the neighbours are swapping infectionsKen and Jimmy had a spin and went mad and got sectionedI was outside trying to shotgun a ride off a guyWho like I had no sense of direction

Tension is building in a white heart pubBy the time we drove by the floor's covered in bloodMan next to me saidOh, fucking much, just throw them cunts

Now I fell in love with a brunette rough neck fits like a gloveKept me back down when I came back upWhen my feet hit the ground, man, I started to runAnd since that day that's all that I've done

So if you ever see me, if the town falls downJust start screaming if she steal crownYou know they'll be lost and I'll be found'Cause I'm 368 down

CHORUS

It's the only way that you're getting outIf you hang around boys 'round here they'll bring you downIt's the only way that you're getting outIf you hang around boys 'round here they'll bring you down x2

CHORUS X2

Jilly ArmeenTaking sides, planning a trip.

No place like home, if only I could afford it.Ticket to ride, connected by the hip.

Surviving on the dabs of the dust in the pocket.

Four minute mile, dressing down by your friendYou haven't seen in a while, all comes to a head.

With just one smile, to say what is said.She's light as a feather, I'm heavier than lead.

You're useless to me Jilly Armeen.Last time I ever sing a song for them

Using you under pseudonym, never again.You always went for my friends and not for me.

Deep cuts and shards of glass.Broken bones in plaster cast.

Hand on the shoulder, he starts to laugh.You don't hear planes when you live under the flight-path.





Hocus pocus three men jokers,barristers beast policemen thieves,three queens and broken dreams,a bottle full of trouble and a gambling fiend.(x2)

as I came to I looked for you in the cupboards and the drawers,and the toilet queue, asked the medicine man it he had heard the news,he told me I'd thrown you out last June,grabbed the politician by the neck threatened to use,fists in a fight to find out the truth,he said you set the scene son everyday,you can't blame the dammed for your own mistakes,while the mason he was pacing in my living room.Emma had a child growing up in the womb.I said I'm staying in I never felt like I left,my last breath was taken in conjunction with


Hocus PocusBullets Flying over head, hear them through the walls as you lie in bed,know you're fighting for the one you love,but this time son I'm telling you to run.

Lost myself in things I shouldn't do,came 2 years later to without you,the things l've done and the things I've seen,I've been so wrong to so many the team,is all looking like they're all past up and away,disowned from their homes and their families,well I can't see myself in the dream,the dream I saw was all round me got.


well the jokers looking over as he pulling an ace,the militia take cover under my staircase,witches in the kitchen bitching and itching,while two old school friends haunt the hall ways,the host proposed a toast all of the ghost,and the ones that loved us the hearts we broke say,I'll never make that promise againonce was enough to all around me got

Emily’s HeartA bottle of wine and an old 45 rifle in the cornerthat her grandfather left her when he diedsaid no surprise I've had to use it quite a few timesso J don't you ever let us down, don't you ever,I'll have to shoot you and no one will hear a sound.

Bruised and bloody I'm lying on the groundI am aware that I let the poor girl downand now I'm dying, as a message to the townthis' what happens if you fuck aroundif ya meddle you won't troubletrouble then you should meddledon't ever meddle with Emily's heart.

She said get ya coat come onto the dog track with the money rightyea we had some funleft with more cos we wonI was under investigationof suspicion of doing her wrongshe said "you've become a villain,accused of a hit and run.Said "ya hit me first" and I say its the worst I've ever felt in a broken heart,said blood stains and a shirt creased, well she pays the dues.When I left she said that your last breath will be down at the station at 2,so she shot me down.

Bruised and bloody I'm lying on the groundI am aware that I let the poor girl downand now I'm dying, as a message to the townthis' what happens if you fuck aroundso meddle if you want troubletrouble then you should meddledon't ever meddle with Emily's heart.

She said I'm a user and she's a loser with a gunI said if you choose to it becomes hard to include anyoneso if you stay put it away or should I run?She said I think you know the answer to your questionso for the smiles and all of the miles the engine's donethe further I drive away the closer we becomeso if I stay would you put it away and forgive just one son?she said J I think you know the answer to your question.

Bruised and bloody I'm lying on the groundI am aware that I let the poor girl downand now I'm dying, as a message to the townthis' what happens if you fuck aroundso meddle if you want troubletrouble then you should meddledon't ever meddle with Emily's heart.

Sticks ‘n’ StonesWhen there's no one left to fight, boys like him don't shine so bright,

Soon as I see the dust settle, he's out on the town tryin' to find trouble. When there's no one left to fight, boys like him don't shine so bright,

Soon as I see (LIGHTWEIGHT PRICK!) the dust settle, he's out on the town tryin' to find trouble.

I take a train again away from shame and blame a city pained to see, a friend I hadn't seen since I was drinking underage. I was a ten a day, how'd you say, little shit, white lightning, heightening all my courage, quick wit.

We wore chequered season wallabies, buttoned shirts and whiskey, mutton dressed as lamb, a fan of bands like The Jam Jam Jam Jam,

I don't know who I am, he said I dunno if I can, I said yeah man, you can-can.

When there's no one left to fight, boys like him don't shine so bright,Soon as I see the dust settle, he's out on the town tryin' to find trouble. When there's no one left to fight, boys like him don't shine so bright,

Soon as I see the dust settle, he's out on the town tryin' to find trouble.

Drunk and being sick, I feel like shit, I gotta quit.I hope I haven't missed the last train gonna be stuck in Hampton Wick,

With the boys across the platform shouting "lightweight prick!"I'm a featherweight champion, cheap to get pissed, wish Candy were here with me, she'd deffa deal with it, tell 'em all to shut their mouths and go suck their mommas dicks, coz she ain't no she ain't that low, three fingers down, or the other two up, and I'll sing

this proud.

Runnin' with believers, no time for fever, and I haven't got time for you either, with your sticks n' stones, sticks n' stones, I take 'em home on my own.

Runnin' with believers, no time for fever, and I haven't got time for you either, with your sticks n' stones, sticks n' stones, I take 'em home on my own.

As I travel down the track all my memories flood back.We were runnin' at ease from enemies, and rushed back to your momma's flat, it's the only place but home I feel relaxed enough to

crap, I know it sounds crude, but there's something in that.How's Danny doing'? Hear he's high flyin' and that, stockbroker in the city with a lady and a baby.

And Fee, is she free from the demons she had? Was it two months clean, routine to relapse.

CHORUS

Stone, glass, concrete and gravelAll we've got to keep us togetherStone, glass, concrete and gravelMaybe one day things'll get better

Chaka DemusA lot of people around here lost the whites of their eyes.

Think with their head argue with a gutDraft did you leave the door open it might encourage customers in

I wish the barmaid shutLook like shit down on my luck

Two world wars and one world cupScream by the desperate divided crutch

Used to have an Empire then we grew upLost everything who gives a fuck

Money in the jukebox rocks all nightSame shit bands too much hype

Everyone knows everyone sees fights.Everyone drinks in the corner right.

Everyone knows he's a C blood typeSame rematch to much delight

I love her she loves me to that's why we get together

A lot of people around here lost the whites of their eyes.See the lust inside your heart and I don't want to touch the sky.

He’s dizzy for LizzyI'm dizzy generally

Scapegoat hit by a girl befriended meNot that I care its the only use to meShe bouncing off walls through doors

Pretend to be everything I wanna be and everything less???

Your leaving alone but you came togetherWho made the sun turn to stormy weather

Leaving alone but you came togetherWho made the suns turn to stormy weather

A lot of people around here lost the whites of their eyes.See the lust inside your heart and I don’t want to touch the sky.

Earth, Wind & FireQueens in the pocket girl in a locketboys wanna knock it others wanna rob itI see when ya coming oh ya look stunningrunning for the friends of minewell it's more for the powerand the hour after hourwell he's itching for the powder on time

Well it's dear for the fire hate for the liar living for the bass and beatclose to the wire no one wanna hire didn't want a working weekwell the old town crier looks for a buyer out there finding your feet in scenes and schemes and drug filled fiendswill be fine for the summer for me

I own earth wind and fireit breeds then hunger that keeps me on the road againit's earth wind and fire I don't own thunderit's owned by a love of mine

With a beat of the drum that made your head spunsee no hear no speak no sonlook like a gun held by the young in a far gone land shooting everyone

Fee fee fi fi fo fo fumis the baggage on your back becoming a problem,fee fee fi fi fo fo fumis the habit that ya have still fun

Counting on ya losses carrying crosses looking at your face in the dirt travelling busses hiding from the rozzers pretending that your extrovertwell the girl you accosted and then took hostage

escaped while you were at workafter three years two days paranoid drug haze couldn't stand to live a life of hurt

I own earth wind and fireit breeds the hunger that keeps me on the road again it's earth wind and fire I don't own thunder it's owned by a love of mine

With water blood and wine she tempts me back time after timebut it's earth wind and fire I don't own thunderit's owned by a love of mine

The Man’s MachineBetter the devil you knowConfess, I guess I was the lesser of the two evilsConvalesce about the stress the test causedHad me up and on the boardNow I'm chairman of the boardI'm coming back for sequels

Do you ever really think you've won? Now you're feebleNothing on this far-gone son, all these peopleThey're laughing at the shit I've doneI've sailed the seven seas to catch a breezeAnd took it back home in a trunk

Met a matador who said it's my woman is moreTerrifying than any red bull that he sawSet a sail, set a rail, met them kings and queensThere's so many trust, just the amphetamines

Well, her dream would've been that the boy's got cleanThat her father never got his heartCaught up in the man's machineWell, it seems even if I got awayThere's always a part of me willing to stay

Stone, glass, concrete and gravelAll we've got to keep us togetherStone, glass, concrete and gravelUnderground travelling overcast weather


Check, check, check, checkOne, two, three, kickUnderground travelling overcast weather

I met Gods and monsters, women from WisconsinSwimming in linen with another that's not their partnerChicago be selfish drum, on my journey I met ErnieSo he spoke like Al Capone got drunk

I'm a lover, I'm a brother, my sonI'm a traitor and I'm on the run, watch 'em comeAs she said while she driving in her carGetting drunker than the barShe's been smacking hard shoulders since before she's legal

I'm a dragnet right on through the city of sinIt's the hard done bastards taking it inWell, I see what I say, save it on the wayThey can't sit bawling but they're bawling away

Well, she cries all her tears but with all of her fearsWell, she run away, she had a placeNow all they ever see is the fearsTake it as she's seen it, get awayWell, there's always a part of us willing to stay

Stone, glass, concrete and gravelAll we've got to keep us togetherStone, glass, concrete and gravel


So run, run Boyo, chase it to the border, borderShould have also told her I was cannon fodderWould've if I could've screamed to her, shout and hollerThen I could've saved the girl from the man's machine

Run Boyo, chase it to the border, borderShould have also told her I was cannon fodderWould've if I could've screamed to her, shout and hollerThen I could've saved the girl from the man's machine

Stone, glass, concrete and gravelAll we've got to keep us togetherStone, glass, concrete and gravelUnderground travelling overcast weather

British IntelligenceBritish Intelligence they're on your backAnd they won't catch no one so they won't catch meThree fours and right up your backAnd you just got sacked now your money's not free

Taking time is never wild enoughAnd three to the four when you're really wiredToo much is never enough, now you're fired

This is for the cold concrete, sold by the feet, taxed by a man that I'm yet to meetPay an army I'm hardly ready to speak, memories start in 93And Roxy came round last week and told me she's sick and tired of womenWell I'm still travelling trains, delayed in the rain on a Monday morning

Watched by surveillance teams business men live out their dreamsAnd sleep with secretaries in stockrooms over photocopying machinesWhile we're still riding, tryin to find a place where they're not watching Called her up in the end to apologise for being so drunk and stubborn

British Intelligence they're on your backAnd they won't catch no one so they won't catch meThree fours and right up your backAnd you just got sacked now your money's not free

Taking time is never wild enoughAnd three to the four when you're really wiredToo much is never enough now you're fired

The 501's a selfish son, travel down the inner to the suburbanHe's lurking, burning cigarettes on a wall behind the bar that his lover works inAn illegal alien, Jessie from the West said marry up quickGet a lost in the system, with a BCG and a fingerprint scan

Well the boys from mo Poland, work their fingers to the bone for the minimumI was outside calling a friend, tryin to stake claim on the money I leant herWe're still riding, tryin to find a place where they're not watchingCalled her up again, identity cards and camera men

Castro DiesYa messing up my mindyou do it all the timeand that's why enemies enemies and loverswill never be friends of mine

Speak treat westlike a stain on the chestof a while collar,why do I bothermoney love hates honourgrates if I look, down I'm a gonerI'll end up working for the BBC as a runner,burning bills sloughed my fish wonder died of hungerfriends stopped calling this time last summer.I sit down sorrows and I start to sigh,I gotta get there before Castro dies

Plight my guilt with highsshe smuggled with trouble in bubble wrap,up the gap strapped between her thighsso surprised when you meet hershe seemed so shy considering she got balls that are twice the size,of you plus me plus the give me let me try,better buy them all cos they're in short supply,so here's a conversation we can have when we flygot to get there before Castro dies

Ya messin' up my mindyou do it all the timeI just can't take the lies,boy ya just going down on a low,I just can't take the lies,

ya messin' up my mindand that's why enemies enemies and loves will be friends of mineI have a lesson learned enemy burnedI'm saving up my bandagesa non believer turned can be the loyalist of advocateson aggregate I'm smashing itI'm lacking backing but trashing itI'm slacking and jacking the chips ya stackingand spending them all on sandwichesyou ask me how it's doneI just know how to handle itsee me through cynic critic scum who think your branded packagesand if you wanna come, you know what I'll be brandishing,a speaker full of lyrics beats and loops that I've been sampling

Ya messing up my mindyou do it all the timeand that's why enemies enemies and loverswill never be friends of mine

Spider’s WebThey think were fools sitting on the corner, older you get the more like your father, the more I drink the more like my brother, seem to have picked up on a callus trait, hate people who think there life is a drama, making in jokes about Americana, amusing myself is worth it for the karma, Obama sounds like Osama to me.

Well my bedroom's watched by an intifada, kids with bricks or strips in Gaza, point at me in my pyjamas, laugh and scream get out of bed, I say I am I got plans I'm meeting up with Martha, I'm a shoulder she's Robert Palma, acts like a twat but she's a top banana, might as well admit she's addicted to love.

Caught in a spiders web, its' not the first time playing dead, I see I saw lovers undercover, no one found out until we left, caught in a spiders web, lt's not the first time playing dead, they know something oh well we're running, I know they'll catch up in the end.

You walked in last with a dirty barbour, found me at the bar in fits of laughter, said you've been seen out digging the past, with Arthur you'd rather just walk in the rain, at a party with ash as they smash a piñata, can I leave some stuff here for you to look after, I'll be back around probably in the mid summer, New York New York man I love the city.

Caught in a spiders web, its' not the first time playing dead,

I see I saw lovers undercover, no one found out until we left, caught in a spiders web,

It's not the first time playing dead, they know something oh well we're running, I know they'll catch up in the end.

It's not the first time playing dead, they know something oh well we're running, I know they'll catch up in the end. In the hustle and the bustle I feel I'm in trouble and I trip and then I stumble I feel myself fall in the hustle and the bustle It's too rough I tumble in the gravel and the rubble can you hear me call

Well with a wheezing chest and a leaking ceiling, baby next door screaming all evening, the beatings we got and the ones we're seeking, we're stubborn as fuck and I'm proud to say, that me and Ben skeleton mixed our own medicine, never let a critic affect our direction, barricade doors with out pale complexion, program a beat bones I'll just keep telling them, how selling them a brand is a band complication, a man in a room with a survey for the station, trying to get it on air no care tor creation, I guess its all part of indoctrination.

In the hustle and the bustle I feel I'm in trouble and I trip and then I stumble I feel myself fall in the hustle and the bustle It's too rough I tumble in the gravel and the

rubble can you hear me call

Caught in a spiders web, its' not the first time playing dead, I see I saw lovers undercover, no one found out until we left,

caught in a spiders web, It's not the first time playing dead, they know something oh well we're running, I know they'll catch up in the end.

In the hustle and the bustle I feel I'm in trouble and I trip and then I stumble I feel myself fall in the hustle and the bustle It's too rough I tumble in the gravel and the rubble can you hear me call

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