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I could be dreaming
I could have ordinary people chasing me from town to town
Mission Impossible
They've got a spy for every blink of your eye
I'm feeling hunted
I'm feeling haunted
They've got a knife for every time you take the same train into work
A family's like a loaded gun
You point it in the wrong direction, someone's going to get killed
If you had such a dream
Would you get up and do the things you've been dreaming
Is he your husband?
Or just your boyfriend?
Is he the moron who's been beating you and keeping you inside?
I've never done this kind of thing
But if I kill him now, who's going to miss him?
I went up to the school
I went up Castlehill
For every step there is a local boy who wants to be a hero
Do you want to do it now?
Outside the butchers with a knife and a bike chain
I could have ordinary people chasing me from town to town
Mission Impossible
They've got a spy for every blink of your eye
I'm feeling hunted
I'm feeling haunted
They've got a knife for every time you take the same train into work
A family's like a loaded gun
You point it in the wrong direction, someone's going to get killed
If you had such a dream
Would you get up and do the things you've been dreaming
Is he your husband?
Or just your boyfriend?
Is he the moron who's been beating you and keeping you inside?
I've never done this kind of thing
But if I kill him now, who's going to miss him?
I went up to the school
I went up Castlehill
For every step there is a local boy who wants to be a hero
Do you want to do it now?
Outside the butchers with a knife and a bike chain
Lyrics submitted by Empirer85
Track duration: 05:56
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Also, instead of hunted and haunted it's "I'm feeling awkward, I'm feeling tongue tied" - things that prevent us from speaking our mind and expressing how we really feel.
The first verse itself seeks to reflect the paranoia of modern society - everyones a stranger, and the often tulmutuous circumstances surrounding the modern family.
As always, just my opinion.
"who was not to be daunted by the most gigantic word in the dictionary"
For what it's worth when, I listen to the song I just long to be undaunted by the most insurmountable odds and go forth fearlessly, and I think there's something be said about what a song makes you feel.
"If you had such a dream, would you get up and do the things you believe in?"
I'm pretty sure it's "I'm feeling awkward / I'm feeling tongue-tied"
Maybe he's paranoid because he feels like people know what he's thinking of?
castlehill is a long road in ayr (which just happens to have butcher) and that's where all the school kids hang out from a secondary up there. I go to the school just down the road and there's quite a lot of rivalry and the local neds like to get together and have knife fights etc. i believe that's the school stuart went to. The kids round here can be pretty violent. I have a feeling we are (and/or were at some point in the last 15 years) the knife capital of the country.
incase you were wondering.
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"do you want to do it now?"
he makes the fox puppet shake its head.
well it's adorable
Times grew worse and worse with Rip Van Winkle as years of matrimony rolled on; a tart tempter never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edge tool that grows keener by constant use. For a long while he used to console himself, when driven from home, by frequenting a kind of perpetual club of the sages, philosophers, and other idle personages of the village, that held its sessions on a bench before a small inn, designated by a rubicund portrait of his majesty George the Third. Here they used to sit in the shade, of a long lazy summer's day, talk listlessly over village gossip, or tell endless sleepy stories about nothing. But it would have been worth any statesman's money to have heard the profound discussions that sometimes took place, when by chance an old newspaper fell into their hands, from some passing traveller. How solemnly they would listen to the contents, as drawled out by Derrick Van Bummel, the schoolmaster, a dapper learned little man, who was not to be daunted by the most gigantic word in the dictionary.
I want to find a copy of this book. Sounds interesting!