Last Chance To Dance

by Pocket Billiards

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Recorded, Mixed & Mastered by Rocky at Start Together Studios

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released May 13, 2012

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Pocket Billiards Belfast, UK

Pocket Billiards are a 9-piece band from Belfast, Ireland that fuse ska, reggae and dub with punk rock and heavy riffs, creating an energetic and powerful sound. The band have been performing and touring for over 10 years and have played with some of the best ska and punk bands in the world - The Specials, Bad Manners, The Selecter and The Undertones to name but a few. ... more

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Track Name: Last Chance To Dance
Forget your image and loosen up
It’s time to get on the dance floor and pick it up
Instead of getting moving and jumping to the ceiling
You’ve got me now thinking, I’m wondering what you’re feeling
You’ve got me now thinking ‘Hey man are you alright?’

There’s no dancing tonight say are you feeling alright?

The band’s playing but you guys are standing around
You paid your door tax in just to stare at the ground
You’ve got me now thinking, I’m wondering what you’re feeling
You’ve got me now thinking ‘Hey man are you alright?’

There’s no dancing tonight say are you feeling alright?
Track Name: Panic
It’s on the TV and in the papers
So stay inside cos there’s nowhere safer

We can see, we can see army on the streets
Panic it’s a state of emergency
We can see, we can see Blues on the beat
Panic it’s a state of emergency
We can see, we can see bloodshed on the streets
Panic it’s a state of emergency
No sleep, no sleep on a drip of caffeine
Panic it’s a state of emergency

This propaganda breeds paranoia
If you believe it - it will destroy ya

We can see, we can see kids on the streets
Panic it’s a state of emergency
We can see, we can see rows of police
Panic it’s a state of emergency
We can see, we can see petrol bombs light the streets
Panic it’s a state of emergency
Don’t sleep, don’t sleep ‘til your dead on your feet
Panic it’s a state of emergency

We can see, we can see army on the streets
Panic it’s a state of emergency
We can see, we can see rows of police
Panic it’s a state of emergency
We can see, we can see bloodshed on the streets
Panic it’s a state of emergency
Is this a riot or a cry out for peace?
Panic it’s a state of emergency.
Track Name: So Many People, So Little Time
So many people in this life
They work too hard they don’t do it right
So many people with so little time
You gotta take that time and make that time count

You get up early and you’re working and you’re sleeping and you die
You stay up late and you’re drinking and you’re smoking and you die

And the souls all in the waiting room
It’s filled with darkness and it’s filled with gloom
So many people with so little time
You gotta take that time and make that time count
Track Name: Robot Repeat
Robot, robot, repeat, repeat
8 hours on my fuckin' feet
Repeat, repeat, robot, robot
My brain's synapses start to rot
Robot, robot, repeat, repeat
I start to melt in this inferno's heat
Repeat, repeat, robot, robot
Not the existence that I sought

The mind erodes
Death to thought
I've turned auto
But I hope I'm not
Robot

Robot, robot, repeat, repeat
A servant, a subservient lump of meat
Repeat, repeat, robot, robot
What is this bind in which I'm caught?
Robot, robot, repeat, repeat
This life with frustration replete
Repeat, repeat, robot, robot
Why am I here? What reason? What?

We're worse than sheep
We don't bleat
Staying sane
Is no mean feat
Repeat

Robot, robot, repeat, repeat
Slaving on, admit defeat
Repeat, repeat, robot, robot
The iron chains around me taut
Robot, robot, repeat, repeat
You've gotta work to fuckin' eat
Repeat, repeat, robot, robot
Toil for what you haven't got.
Track Name: Stick Around
You say you wanna cheer me up
Cos I always look and seem so down
You say you want me to be a friend but I always seem to let you down

Oh hang around
Oh stay around
Oh stick around
For one more night call round and fool around

The summer time brings good weather
The sunlight it will make you better
You say to get out and clear your head but I’d rather just stay in bed
Track Name: Dead Eyes
The evening sun – fragile like this life
But the curtain pulled and I still knew that with night turned out the light
No sign of consequence, no sign of you
Real life doesn’t make it true but the image it lives on and on...

You take right off and you head straight for the top
But you turn it right back round again in case your wings burn and you drop
So sick of all of this, I’m so sick of you
And as for you, you sicken me too, my headache it goes on and on...

Can’t see, can’t see - dead eyes stare back at me
Can’t see, can’t see – red mist descends on me
Can’t see, can’t see – dead eyes stare back at me
Can’t see, can’t see – dead eyes stare back.
Track Name: Modern Life Parasite
Out on the prowl in the Summer time
Out on the prowl eyes on the dance floor
Fire her a wink, you’ve got time to think
Buy her a drink you’ll get what you wish for

Then you circle round and survey like a satellite
Then you pick a victim and feast like a parasite
People say it’s sick you don’t care it’s just modern life
Your chat up line is ‘You’re coming home with me’

You don’t even know
That tonight you’re coming home with me

...And you’ll see who she’s been with and when she’s been dancing
Her company says it’s time to leave
You move in with ease – professional sleaze.
Track Name: Tetrisaurus Rex
Thumbs the size of melons you’ve never seen sunlight
A war in 2 dimensions – FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!
An entire existence played in 16 bytes
You’ve never had a real friend – FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!

Holed up in the bedroom morning, noon and night
Console consolation – FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!
Social interaction (there’s) no need to get it right
When you can beat Robotnik – FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!

Jurassic Park and Tetris and shell suits oh so bright
Tyson versus Bruno – FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!
Blanka on the left, M. Bison on the right
Plug in, press start – FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!
Track Name: Drinkin'
I think there was a time I shoulda stopped drinkin now I’m not so sure
I think there was a time I shoulda stopped drinkin yeah
I think there was a time that I stopped drinkin but I’m still thinkin about still drinkin
This time I’m gonna stop drinkin yeah

Gotta stop drinkin
Got to start thinkin.

I think this is the time that I’ll stop drinkin I know this to be true
I think this is the time and so do all of you
I think it’s the time that I’ll stop drinkin but I’m still thinkin about still drinkin
I’ll stop tomorrow one more drink will do

Gotta stop drinkin
Got to start thinkin.
Track Name: This Short Life
I'm not scared
By the looming oblivion beyond
They sell fear to their masses
But I won't buy, I won't tremble, won't be conned

This short life's all that we have. Why waste it?

I'm not scared
By tales of eternal damnation
Heaven and hell are both earthbound
It's what we are, what we're doing, what we've done

Make the best life you can. Don't waste it.

You only fear what you don't know.

Just one brief flicker of consciousness
Then never-ending days of being dead
A speck of dust afloat in the abyss
Survived by things you've done and what you've said

Nothingness is waiting
While you're procrastinating
Sliver of life goes wasting
Start living

If this short life's all we have, why waste it?
Track Name: The End
This is the tale of celebrity glory
Rags to riches it’s the same old story
I don’t read on cos I can see
Your story’s just a picture printed on page 3

Is this the life that you’ve been striving for?
Is this the life that you’ve been dying for?
Is this the life that we all want for?
It’s not the life it’s not the life for me.

You’ve got the life – try 9 to 5 to survive.

Once upon a time in a world of headlines
A story is told of what you do at night time
Deny, refute, respect privacy – ‘You can’t prove it was me!’
Big Brother House and jungle pursuits
Tabloid tales about substance abuse
A role model once you stood so tall
But the cameras were there to capture your fall

This is the end, the end of it all.
Try 9 to 5 to survive.