Live in Edinburgh [2013]

by Kung Fu Academy

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Kung Fu Academy are:

Bobby Osborne -- Vocals/Guitar
Laurence Murray -- Guitar & Backing Vocals
Duncan Robertson -- Bass & Backing Vocals
Fraser de Banzie -- Drums

Produced & Mixed by Kung Fu Academy
Mastered by Alex Fenton of Fentek Audio/Swanfield Studios

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released 18 October 2013

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Track Name: Dirty Honey [Live]
Well the dancefloor's taken by the rhythms
of the poems that are said but never spoken,
When out in the night amid these ever faints lights
You're in a que full of dirties caught outside the hive,

So wary of figures on the dancefloor,
They hold you close and never let you go,

When records keep on turning,
Off the floors and on the walls,
Records keep on turning,

Well the streets are shaken by the rhythms
of the poems that are said but never spoken,
When out in the schemes among these post-punk dreams
You're such a state – cold jaked – down out in the street,

So wary of figures on the dancefloor,
They hold you close and never let you go,

When records keep on turning,
Off the floors and on the walls,
Records keep on turning,
Track Name: Super 8 Flashback [Live]
Oh my dear, it was a shambles
Took six hours to be left in doubt,
Her minds made up, but then then it's not
I stood like a sinner 'fore the firing squad,

You're a ghost called could have been,
Tragically you'll always haunt me here,
My flashback's in super-8,
Every frame has a picture of you,

I've no idea who wrote her lines,
They read the climax from some teen romance,
She could've said it all in five minutes,
But I heard it again and again and again...

Because the words out her mouth
don't match the want on her lips,
and I convinced myself she couldn't fake that,
but through hindsight's lens,
you see the veil of pretence,
Man she held my hand knowing she'd break it,

You're a ghost called could have been,
Tragically you'll always haunt me here,
My flashback's in super-8,
Every frame has a picture of you,

Because the want on her lips,
don't match the words out her mouth,
and I convinced myself she couldn't fake that,
but through hindsight's lens,
you see the veil of pretence,
Man she held my hand knowing she'd break it,
Track Name: Kingston [Live]
So when did patience fall out?
You took your turn waiting on changes that never came,
You said I'm a lost cause,
So smile all the while as we take a turn on your electric chair,
You've got days now to watch this unfold,
And remain in control,
And you'll smile all the while cause:

We're just letters standing still,
Like little gifts for someone else,
Like cold hard facts you just couldn't keep to yourself,

It's not that long ago,
“Farewell Camaraderie”, it was a good show,
He's a fair copy he will let you go,
But you've taken so much from me,

What can I say now?
I've still got the burns from when you
Set fire to everything,
You said I'm a lost cause
So fade out of sight
And step into a life on your electric chair,
You've got days now to watch this unfold,
And remain in control,
And you'll smile all the while cause:

We're just letters standing still,
Like little gifts for someone else,
Like cold hard facts you just couldn't keep to yourself,

It's not that long ago,
“Farewell Camaraderie”, it was a good show,
He's a fair copy he will let you go,
But you've taken so much from me,
Track Name: Ginger [Live]
Found myself in the summer sometime,
With some money for an evening stroll,
Sun up, sundown – nothing changes,
Empty bottles, singing, drinks do flow,

Nobody's got a kind word for the stranger,
Who's strange enough to be sitting besides here,

And it happens every-time,
It's as if we've no control,
The ginger's never dry,
When it pulls you to the floor,

All alone after summer sometime,
Counting change for my train fare home,
Sun up, sundown – nothing changes,
Creased all over and rough to the bone,

Nobody's got a kind word for the stranger,
Who disappeared after walking besides her,

And it happens every-time,
It's as if we've no control,
The ginger's never dry,
When it pulls you to the floor,