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A Cold Day In Hell EP (Full Session)

by Four Letter Word

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1.
A COLD DAY IN HELL You can feel it in the echoes of a distant call In the flaking ceiling of the dark school hall In the faded ink on the carrier bags In the crumpled pages of yesterdays news In the broken ranks of the churches pews And the fraying tatters of the town hall flags It's a cold day in hell You can see just by the cracks beneath your feet that all's not well It's a cold day in hell Well I guess that the day that would never come is here or can't you tell? Cold day in hell, cold day in hell, cold day in hell, in hell You can see it in the eyes of the drunk at first light In the broken bottles that appeared overnight In the junk food litter whipping up in the road In the ageing furrows of the old man's frown In the blackened clouds that threaten the town Keeping it dark and keeping it cold It's a cold day in hell You can see just by the cracks beneath your feet that all's not well It's a cold day in hell Can you hear the echoes on the wind of a sad and distant bell? Cold day in hell, cold day in hell, cold day in hell, in hell You can feel it in the echoes of a distant call In the flaking ceiling of the dark school hall In the faded ink on the carrier bags In the crumpled pages of yesterdays news In the broken ranks of the churches pews And the fraying tatters of the town hall flags You can hear it in the clock that never keeps time In the nervous chatter of the unemployed line In the peeling poster you can see underneath In the pool of blood where the victim had kneeled In the shroud of mist that drapes on the field And the clap of thunder as it tears through the peace It's a cold day in hell You can see just by the cracks beneath your feet that all's not well It's a cold day in hell Can you hear the echoes on the wind of a sad and distant bell? Cold day in hell, cold day in hell
2.
Unsung 02:29
UNSUNG I'm never gonna make a movie, never gonna write a book Won't be realised or recognised, or given a second look I'm never gonna be regarded, translated to a different tongue I won't get a look in a history book, destined to be unsung Unsung - we are one Walking down the line 'til our day is done Unsung - to our mothers clung Six billion at a time under the sun I'm never gonna be rewarded, for my efforts to aid mankind I won't be in lights or reach great heights, my pictures are all unsigned I'm not gonna be remembered, for anything I achieve I just toe the line and do my time, and accordingly take my leave Unsung - we are one Walking down the line 'til our day is done Unsung - to our mothers clung Six billion at a time under the sun I'm never gonna make my fortune, or walk in the hall of fame We might have met but you'll forget, you won't recall my name I'll never amount to nothing, I'm just a worker in the hive But if the wheels don't turn you will not earn, the credit keeps you alive Unsung - we are one Walking down the line 'til our day is done Unsung - to our mothers clung Six billion at a time under the sun
3.
KICK 'EM WHEN THEY'RE DOWN It seems evermore that I am unimpressed Everytime I step inside the viper's nest I see them moan and spill their guts I see men crying over paper cuts And I just feel like an uninvited guest Who's this weeks hero and who's to be despised? Do you really think you're different from the world outside? Who's this weeks leader, who wears the crown? The price of admission... kick 'em when they're down Kick 'em when they're down, kick 'em when they're down, kick 'em when they're down... I'm getting sick and tired of your social scene Two fingers prop my flagging self esteem I'm in a pit of hypocrites I think it's time I called it quits There's only black and white, there's nothing inbetween Who's this weeks hero and who's to be despised? Do you really think you're different from the world outside? Who's this weeks leader, who wears the crown? The price of admission... kick 'em when they're down Kick 'em when they're down, kick 'em when they're down, kick 'em when they're down... You're all just kissing arse to get where you wanna be You want your respect, you want it for free Can someone please tell me why I'd ever want to unify With people who just like the same music as me? Who's this weeks hero and who's to be despised? Do you really think you're different from the world outside? Who's this weeks leader, who wears the crown? The price of admission... kick 'em when they're down Kick 'em when they're down, kick 'em when they're down, kick 'em when they're down...
4.
THESE BATTERED PHOTOGRAPHS In the darkest corners of where I never go There's a whole load of people that I used to know They just sit there quietly waiting, in silence re-creating Someplace, sometime, somewhere, from long ago These battered photographs A frozen friend that laughs A night from long ago, that now I hardly know A future we all feared, is fading and dog eared All bent and torn in half These battered photographs Their faces rarely ever see the light of day And their edges slowly blend before they fade away I can almost hear their voices, from days before the choices Of where to go and when or maybe stay These battered photographs A frozen friend that laughs A night from long ago, that now I hardly know A future we all feared, is fading and dog eared All bent and torn in half These battered photographs So I put them back to rest in their old tin box My little gun with a trigger but no safety locks Sending shots off in my head, of the times I thought were dead Take away the slow decay that the mirror mocks that the mirror mocks These battered photographs A frozen friend that laughs A night from long ago, that now I hardly know A future we all feared, is fading and dog eared All bent and torn in half These battered photographs
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Welly: Vocals
Neil: Guitar
Tom: Bass
Wedge: Drums

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released December 18, 2000

Lyrics: Welly
Music: Four Letter Word
Except: Track 5 and 6
Design: Welly

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Four Letter Word Cardiff, UK

Punk rock band formed in 1991 in Cardiff, U.K. Released debut EP in 1995, debut album in 1998 on BYO Records. Toured U.S./Canada in 1998. Released second album on BYO in 1999 before Trade Mark issues with the first of many name claimers. FLW fought and won and soldiered on releasing two further albums and a handful of EPs, toured the U.S. again, before in 2011 they called it a day after 20 years. ... more

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