Too Much Talk

from by Paul Liddell

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TOO MUCH TALK

I’ve been following my feet / To escape my milieu
And faces shining on a screen / The little people chasing hopeless dreams
The planet Earth is full of noise / In every house, in every home
You can’t escape the shouting voice / Or what it’s telling you
It calls you on your mobile phone / You’re hounded by the ringtone
You’re never really left alone / Its claws are in to you

And there’s too many thoughts and too much talk
In the world of a modern man
No rest or peace / You live on your feet / Doing what you can
Troubles multiplying until you’re reeling
The world can make you feel like disappearing

Bells and whistles follow every step
The tracksuit in the bus-stop sending text after text
While screens that flicker fill each window-pane
Each a soulless vacuum with its hollow fame
And the world of man is full of noise / In every house, in every home
So you cannot hear the little voice / When it speaks to you
There comes a point in every life / A moment when you realise
The world you used to recognise / Holds no place for you

And there’s too many thoughts and too much talk
In the world of a modern man
No rest or peace / You live on your feet / Doing what you can
Troubles multiplying until you’re reeling
The world can make you feel like disappearing

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from The Mean Seeds Of Yield, released October 7, 2016

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Paul Liddell Sunderland, UK

Paul's modern take on the 'one man band' using live loops, guitar percussion, harmonies and effects has seen him support artists such as Turin Brakes, Jon Gomm and Billy Bragg. A diverse and challenging writer with a unique voice, his live performances range from whispering intensity to a white knuckle, edge of your seat, ear splittingly glorious racket. ... more

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