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| ABSENT FRIENDS | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Absent Friends Absent friends, here's to them And happy days, we thought that they would never end. Here's to absent friends. Little Jean Seberg seemed So full of life, but in those eyes such troubled dreams. Poor little Jean.Woodbine Willie couldn't rest until he'd Given every bloke a final smoke before the killing. Old Woodbine Willie. Steve McQueen jumped the first one clean But the great escape he'd tried to make was not to be. Maybe next time Steve. Laika flew through inky blue 'Til Laika neared the atmosphere and Laika knew Laika's life was through. Oscar Wilde was a lonely child. He fought and won acceptance from the world. They smiled, they laughed, they praised, They drove poor Oscar to his grave. Absent friends, here's to them, And happy days, we thought that they would never end, But they always end. Raise your glasses then to absent friends. |
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| BAD AMBASSADOR | BATH | |
| I wanna chill, I wanna sit real still I wanna sleep like the dead on a bed of roses Me and my lovely wife We're in the prime of life I wanna feel real, I wanna free-wheel I wanna steal the show from under their noses I wanna get you off Ain't that enough? I'm gonna abseil down my ivory tower And buy myself a Jaguar I'm a bad ambassador for that elusive place you're searching for I wanna show you so much more... but maybe some other time I wanna play with the big boys I wanna ride with the tough guys on a Japanese motorbike I wanna hold your hand Hey, what's your favourite band? I wanna look like they looked I wanna shake like they shook, I wanna take what they took I wanna get you high Don't ask me why It's just something I've got to do I'll try to make it up to you I'm a bad ambassador for that elusive place you're searching for I wanna show you so much more... but maybe some other time I'm not the Pope and I don't wanna be the Archbishop of Canterbury I'm a bad ambassador for that elusive place you're searching for I wanna show you so much more Yeah I could show you so much more But I'm a bad ambassador Well, maybe some other time... |
Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly forgotten, As a dream dies At the opening day... Rub-a-dub-dub, It's time for a scrub! So through clouds of steam To a cracked and faded cream Bath-tub wanders frail Aphrodite, so pale, pink and white - She is naked as sin, Wearing nothing but a grin And a pin in her hair. Will she be drowned? Found with her hair tied behind, Shoulders back, And head inclined to the sound of music Playing above, Bathing her in love. But darkness and fear Disappear like the soap When she opens her eyes. She throws back her dormer windows; Morning light shows Ophelia raised On her watery grave In a brave new world. |
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| THE BEAUTY REGIME | BECOMING MORE LIKE ALFIE | |
| Beat stress and rebalance your life Make those dreams come true Impress all your colleagues and friends With the brand new you So many lives condemned for no need 'Cause people don't buy the right magazine Take a look in the mirror and see Exactly how worthless you are In a rut? Can't get out? Don't know why? It's time to make that change Cover up all the pain in your life With our new product range So please don't feel blue - let us show you how To talk yourself into a good mood right now Feeling sad is no longer allowed No matter how worthless you are And if your life depresses you Just live it through your favourite movie star Beat stress and rebalance your life All you need to do Is forget all the useless advice And live your life for you Don't let them sell you impossible dreams Don't be a slave to the beauty regime Look again in the mirror and see Exactly how perfect you are |
Once there was a time when my mind lay on higher things And once there was a time I could find pretty words to sing But now, well now I find it saves time to say what you mean I know it seems so unrefined but it's time to let off some steam Oh come on! Everybody knows that No means Yes just like glasses come free on the N.H.S. But the more I look through them the more I see I'm becoming more like Alfie Once there was a time when a kind word could be enough And once there was a time I could blindfold myself with love But not now - now I'm resigned to the kind of life I had reserved for other guys less smart than I Y'know - the kind who will always end up with the girls And besides everybody knows that No means Yes just like glasses come free on the N.H.S. But the more I look through them the more I see I'm becoming more like Alfie Oh come on! |
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| BERNICE BOBS HER HAIR | BLEAK LANDSCAPE | |
| Bernice bobs her hair In the barber's in the square All her new-found friends are there to see it done Bernice bobs her hair She's been driven to despair 'Cos her cousin doesn't care about anyone Her hair was long Her hair was dark Her hair fell down her back And now it lies upon the floor Bernice runs out the door Marjorie had told her what to wear to the parties Marjorie had told her what to say to the boys Now Marjorie was jealous of her social advances And presented her with this choice: "Bernice, bob your hair You've persistently declared This intention Do you dare to disagree?" So Bernice bobs her hair And is instantly ensnared In a trap so well-prepared by Marjorie Her hair was long Her hair was dark Her hair fell down her back The mirror tells of her mistake Her heart is fit to break So when it's dark And her cousin sleeps Into the room she creeps Marjorie's curls come down like rain Bernice runs for her train |
I cannot reconcile myself to this— I wish I could! I cannot live the life I ought to live— I know I should! I cannot bring myself to pray, Except to wish these words away They echo round my head But soon they will escape Across the bleak landscape There is a tree that grows out of this earth It stands alone There is a wind that shaped it from its birth By whom the seed was sown I cannot bring myself to sing It is a wild, untethered thing That echoes round my head But soon it will escape Across the bleak landscape I cannot bring myself to... speak Except to wish myself asleep Every word unuttered Only serves to clutter up my head When I go to bed I dream that Soon I will escape Across the bleak landscape And soon we shall escape Across our very own bleak landscape |
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| BIRDS OF PARADISE FARM | THE BOOKLOVERS | |
| My parents knew these people who For all their faults were very nice; They owned a farm whose "Olde Worlde" charm Earned it the name of "Paradise". We came to stay one holiday, We played croquet and burned our arms; But I was charmed and lost for words, When first I heard the birds of Paradise Farm. Singing gay songs all the day long, Making love to the dinner gong, Wondering when their human friend Would come to feed them. I looked in the trees and in the air, I searched the eaves of disused barns Till finally, to my despair, I found the caged birds in Paradise Farm. Singing gay songs all the day long, Making love to the dinner gong, Wondering why their tiny lives Should be spent behind iron bars. Now "Leonardo da Vinci", "St. Francis of Assisi"... But "Neil Hannon of The See House, Fivemiletown"- Well, it doesn't sound quite right somehow! Singing gay songs all summer long, Making love to the dinner gong, Wondering when their human friend Would come to free them. When the last day came, I took my time. They called my name, and revved the car; "When nature calls you must reply", they laughed, Waving goodbye to Paradise Farm. |
"This book deals with epiphenomenalism,
which has to do with consciousness as a mere
accessory of physiological processes whose
presence or absence... makes no difference...
whatever are you doing?" Aphra Benn: Hello Cervantes: Donkey Daniel Defoe: To christen the day! Samuel Richardson: Hello Henry Fielding: Tittle-tattle Tittle-tattle... Lawrence Sterne: Hello Mary Wolstencraft: Vindicated! Jane Austen: Here I am! Sir Walter Scott: We're all doomed! Leo Tolstoy: Yes! Honoré de Balzac: Oui... Edgar Allen Poe: Aaaarrrggghhhh! Charlotte Brontë: Hello... Emily Brontë: Hello... Anne Brontë: Hellooo..? Nikolai Gogol: Vas chi Gustav Flaubert: Oui William Makepeace Thackeray: Call me 'William Makepeace Thackeray' Nathaniel Hawthorne: The letter 'A' Herman Melville: Ahoy there! Charles Dickens: London is so beautiful this time of year... Anthony Trollope: good-good-good-good evening! Fyodor Dostoevsky: Here come the sleepers... Mark Twain: I can't even spell 'Mississippi'! George Eliot: George reads German Emile Zola: J'accuse [tr: I accuse] Henry James: Howdy Miss Wharton! Thomas Hardy: Ooo-arrr! Joseph Conrad: I'm a bloody boring writer... Katherine Mansfield: [cough cough] Edith Wharton: Well hello, Mr James! DH Lawrence: Never heard of it EM Forster: Never heard of it! Happy the man, and happy he alone Who in all honesty can call today his own; He who has life and strength enough to say "Yesterday's dead and gone—I want to live today" James Joyce: Hello there! Virginia Woolf: I'm losing my mind! Marcel Proust: Je me'en souviens plus [tr: I don't remember anymore] F Scott Fitzgerald: baa bababa baa Ernest Hemingway: I forgot the.... Hermann Hesse: Oh es ist alle so häßlich [tr: It's all so ugly] Evelyn Waugh: Whoooaarr! William Faulkner: Tu connait William Faulkner? [tr: Do you know William Faulkner?] Anaïs Nin: The strand of pearls Ford Maddox Ford: Any colour, as long as it's black! Jean-Paul Sartre: Let's go to the dome, Simone! Simone de Beauvoir: C'est exact present Albert Camus: The beach... the beach Franz Kafka: WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?! Thomas Mann: Ma'am Graham Greene: Call me 'pinky', lovely Jack Kerouac: The car's broken down... William S Burroughs: Wowwww! Kingsley Amis: [cough] Doris Lessing: I hate men! Vladimir Nabokov: Hello, little girl... William Golding: Achtung Busby! JG Ballard: Instrument binnacle Richard Brautigan: How are you doing? Milan Kundera: I don't do interviews Ivy Compton Burnett: Hello... Paul Theroux: Have a nice day! Günter Grass: I've found snails! Gore Vidal: Oh, it makes me mad! John Updike: Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run... Kazuro Ishiguro: Ah so, old chap! Malcolm Bradbury: stroke John Steinbeck, stroke JD Salinger Iain Banks: Too orangey for crows! AS Byatt: Nine tenths of the law, you know... Martin Amis: [burp] Brett Easton Ellis: Aaaaarrrggghhh! Umberto Eco: I don't understand this either... Gabriel Garcia Marquez: Mi casa es su casa [tr: My house is your house] Roddy Doyle: ha ha ha! Salman Rushdie: Names will live forever... |
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| THE CERTAINTY OF CHANCE | CHARGE | |
| A butterfly flies through the forest rain And turns the wind to the hurricane I know that it will happen 'Cause I believe in the certainty of chance A schoolboy yawns, sits back and hits return While round the world computers crash and burn I know that it will happen 'Cause I believe in the certainty of chance And I believe I can see it all so clearly now You must go and I must set you free 'Cause only that will bring you back to me I know that it will happen I'm sure that it must happen Oh I know that it's gonna happen Because I believe in the certainty of chance |
Ladysmith wants you forthwith to come to
her relief Burn your briefs you leave for France tonight Carefully cut the straps of the booby-traps and set the captives free But don't shoot 'til you see her big blue eyes Then sound the charge breathe your final breath and charge into the valley of death Cannon to the left and cannon to the right they'll go bang bang bang all night We'll fight them on the beaches yes, we'll fill'm full of lead fighting naked in the open air We'll fight them in the kitchen, in the bathroom in the garden shed fighting the good fight any-fighting-where So sound the charge breathe your final breath and charge into the valley of death Cannon to the left and cannon to the right They'll go bang bang bang all night There'll be a cannon to the left and cannon to the right They'll go bang bang bang bang bang bang bang all night... Baby baby, I love the way you talk sense to me especially when you say 'Neil, you got love' I hear what you're saying I have in my hand a piece of paper that says 'Let's make lurve, not this phoney war-thang' We goin' over the top But you're so sexy when you're angry, honey-chile Roamin' around in no man's land gettin' caught in your barbed wire Baby baby, gonna set your village on fire CHARGE, I'm gonna hit you where it hurts CHARGE, so sound the red alert! There'll be a cannon to the left...and cannon to the right (The hills are alive with the sound of) BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG, BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG, BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG All night! |
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| CHARMED LIFE | COME HOME BILLY BIRD | |
| When I hold you in my arms And look back on my charmed life, my charmed life, I hope, I hope if nothing more That one day you'll call your life a charmed life. Well I've never really worried that much About making lots of money and such And I always seem to land upon my feet. And though there's been some difficult times The good times were never far behind. I've snatched all of my victories from the jaws of defeat. When I hold you in my arms And look back on my charmed life, my charmed life, I hope, baby I hope if nothing more That one day you'll call your life a charmed life. Well the course of true love never ran smooth. They broke my heart and I broke theirs too, And breaking up is so very hard to do. But I knew I'd find the one, And sure enough she came along, And not long after that along came you. Well sometimes this life is like being afloat On a raging sea in a little row-boat, Just trying not to be washed overboard. But if you take your chances and you ride your luck, And you never, never, never, never, never give up Those waves will see you safely to a friendly shore. When I hold you in my arms I know that this is a charmed life. A charmed life. |
William wakes with his clothes on. The morning call has been and gone, And he might not make the flight but he will try. Bit by bit it comes back to him, A bunch of Belgian business men And a strange drinking game, oh God why? Come home Billy Bird, international business traveller. Come home Billy Bird. He hails a cab but the driver sucks. He drives so slowly and he talks so much That it hurts Billy Bird's aching brain. He runs from the cab to the check-in desk. She says, "no way”, but William begs on his knees, "Please, please, please”. "Well OK”. Come home Billy Bird, international business traveller. Come home Billy Bird. Drenched in sweat he finds his seat And with the luggage squeezed down beneath his feet He begins to think that things can't get no worse. But then a voice says, "bags that can't be stowed In the overhead locker must go below in the hold, Please let go, thank-you sir”. Come home Billy Bird, international business traveller. Come home Billy Bird. He runs on past the carousel Screaming, "damn my luggage all to hell. I can buy a new shirt and tie any day”. He rides from the airport into town, To the high-school football ground Where his son has just begun his big football game. Come home Billy Bird, international business traveller. Come home Billy Bird. |
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| COMME BEAUCOUP DE MESSIEURS | COMMUTER LOVE | |
| N: Quand je t'ai connu V: Tu citais Boris Vian, Camus V: Le nez dans tes songbooks N: Et toi qui te prenais pour Zouc N+V: Ensuite on a vielli V: Tu t'es durci N: J'ai vu Alfie N: Je sais c'est quelque brutal N: Mais la nature est animale... N: Et pourtant N+V: Qui ne dit mot consent a la chair N+V: Comme ces couverts offerts dans les Stations Shell N: Et plus je les caresse plus je me dis que V: Tu es comme beaucoup de messieurs V: Neil, t'en souvient-il? V: Tu disais savoir faire la cour V: Mais moi N: Quoi toujours toi? V: Tu m'enivrais de mots d'amour N: Plus maintenant car j'ai cede N: Au style de vie je lassais V: A d'qautres hommes moins chic que toi N: Ce genres de types qui suscitent chez filles des emois N: Et pourtant N+V: Comme beaucoup de messieurs. |
Freezing Monday morning She is waiting for her train to come I brush past her, smell her perfume Watch her hair move as she turns to go She doesn't know I exist I'm gonna keep it like this I'm not gonna take any risks this time She's not like the others With their papers and their headphones on She reads novels by French authors with loose morals She can do no wrong I wouldn't say I'm obsessed I don't wanna see her undressed We can be prince and princess in my dream And we're dancing Through the evening 'Til the morning She doesn't know I exist I'm gonna keep it like this I'm not gonna take any risks this time |
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| DEATH OF A SUPERNATURALIST | THE DOGS AND THE HORSES | |
| "My father says there's only one perfect
view - and that's the view of the sky over our heads." "I expect your father has been reading Dante" See my solitude Where once was truth now only doubt Touch my tortured skin Torn from within and from without Kiss my blistered lips My fingertips Frost-bitten and grey Heal my wound within And watch the dead skin fall away See what can't be seen Between the table and the chair Touch what can't be touched The National Trust don't own the air Kiss what can't be kissed This is the risk we have to take Heal what can't be healed And feel the dead skin fall away Only you and I Know exactly how it feels To unblink a narrow mind And by doing so reveal The obscurity of life The intensity of dreams Only you and I have realised Exactly what it means See the infant sun Whose time has come to climb the mist Touch the autumn sky Burned by the supernaturalist Kiss the purest lips The morning slips into the day Rising from the bed We feel our dead skin fall away |
Sing a happy song 'cause Spring does not
last long A flower blooms and then it's gone Summer follows fast, make hay while it lasts Don't ever dwell upon the past For one day you are here, and the next you are gone Every horse has its year and every dog its day, my son So the only thing to feel sad about is all the dogs and the horses you'll have to outlive They'll be with you when you say good-bye Then the fall from grace The lines upon your face grow deeper almost every day Days and weeks roll by and Winter nights draw nigh and everything that lives must die But as the curtains close and the last prayers are said all my dogs and my horses appear round my bed They have come to say one last goodbye Goodbye… |
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| DON'T LOOK DOWN | A DRINKING SONG | |
| "Birds and planes go Through the rainbow Every day though You simply refuse Old-fashioned Ferris Wheels Are no big deal They're just big wheels with chairs So don't be scared Just set yourself free" She tells me it's alright To open up my eyes She holds onto my hand And the clouds float by The couple in the car below They wave to us and say hello I think they understand The way we're feeling I don't need to say 'I love you' When we're floating So far up above Everyone else's lives Are intertwined With yours and mine I hope They find the joy That we have found She tells me it's alright To open up my eyes She holds onto my hand And the clouds race by The couple in the car above I suppose they think That we're in love I think they might be right And without warning when we're almost at the top The wheel that turns us all comes to a sudden stop. The wind that's blown us dies a quick and painless death The air gets clammy and we hold each other's breath We get the feeling that we're not alone in this And then a God who really ought not to exist Sticks out a great big hand And grabs me by the wrist And asks me "why?" and I say "Well God, it's like this It may be arrogance Or just appalling taste But I'd rather use my pain than let it all go to waste On some old god who tells me what I want to hear As if I cannot tell obedience from fear I want to take my pleasures where and how I will, Be they disgraceful or distasteful or distilled And to be frank I find that life has more appeal Without a driver who's asleep behind the wheel" Then God decides that he has taken quite enough Of all this atheistic tosh I'm spouting off And so he calls upon his favourite angel choir To sing of times when men were filled with christian fire But over-zealous angels flap their wings too fast And cause the wind to blow and turn the wheel at last And soon my feet are safely back on solid ground And then I hear a voice say "Don't look down!". |
Back at the house A bottle is found And opened in honour of those who have drowned, While we who have not are stricken with guilt And dutifully see that not one drop is spilt; We're drinking to life, We're drinking to death - We're drinking 'til none of our livers are left! We're wending our way down to the spirit store, We'll drink 'til we just can't drink anymore! Raise your glasses high, Drink the cellar dry! Well, bloody my nose And blacken my eye! If it ain't some young Turk in search of a fight - And Chanticleer's chest is sagging with pride, For honour has yet to be satisfied. Well, heaven be thanked We live in an age When no man need bother (Except on the stage) With 'Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori' - And definitely not tonight! I can still remember When I was just a kid - I was free to do what I wanted to, But I never, ever did... So now with years of discretion reached, May we not forget Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité For there's life in the old world yet! There'll always be an England (oh yes there will), An Ireland and a France (indubitably), A Liechtenstein and Finland (absolutely right, completely undeniable), And we have only one chance... Earnest young man with an unhealthy tan Puts a drink in my hand and says: "I understand You're in search of the place To continue the chase Of the heavenly taste? I suggest in that case You all come with me To my place by the sea Where the glasses shall be overflowing with free Alcoholic delights - And free love if you like - For what point has this life If you can't realise you're dreams?!" Oh, raise your glasses high, And drink the town dry! We'll drink beyond the boundaries of sense! We'll drink 'til we start to see lovely pink elephants Inside our heads, inside our beds - Inside the threads of our pyjama legs - So don't shoot til you see the reds of our eyes And an army of elephants marching behind! From the day I was born 'til the night I will die All my lovers will be pink and elephantine! |
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| DUMB IT DOWN | PLACEHOLDER | |
| You've got a personality We'll throw you in the sea and watch you drown Dumb it down Your concentration span's too long It's longer than this song, that's not allowed Dumb it down You don't need books to know what's what We'll pile them up and burn them to the ground Dumb it down And if you say that we're corrupt We'll round you up and run you out of town Dumb it down Down and down and down it goes Where it stops nobody knows And not a lot of people seem to care Well it's so crazy, it's so great We can all communicate But no one's saying anything out there Is there anybody out there? Intelligence is dangerous A virus of the brain you pass around Dumb it down We'll vaccinate each boy and girl Lobotomise the world through sight and sound Dumb it down No one can tell you what to think And if you think that's true then you're a clown Dumb it down 'Cause freedom's wasted on the free You just don't see the beauty all around Dumb it down Down and down and down we slide It's too tricky to decide Between channels one and sixty-three 'Cause everything is mindless fluff Like this world's not dumb enough Does anybody feel the same as me? Is there anybody listening? |
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| ERIC THE GARDENER | EUROPOP | |
| Julius Caesar came, saw, conquered, went
away 'Cause it rained here all the time Too many sniffs and colds Got up his Roman nose So he left it all behind for Eric the gardener to find Eric the gardener Eric the gardener will find Eric the gardener Julius Caesar knew that when his life was through Something of him would stay behind Not in a Roman tomb or an Italian womb But buried deep in English slime For Eric the gardener to find Eric the gardener Eric the gardener will find Eric the gardener Julius Caesar sleeps soundly beneath your feet With the rest of humankind Dig deep and dig some more Dig to the planet's core Dig 'til you've gone out of your mind But all you will ever find is Eric the gardener All you can ever hope to find is Eric the gardener |
Hello What would you like to know? What would you like to hear? What if I just disappear inside myself? Hello What would you like to know? Who would you like to see? Who would you like me to be, if not myself? And the Europop Makes me dizzy And I just can't stop 'Til it's finished And I don't know what You find funny 'bout the Europop And the love of money Hello Where is it cool to go? When is it cool to leave? What is it cool to breathe inside myself? Hello Don't tell me what I already know Don't show me what I've already seen Don't take me where I've already been Inside myself And the Europop Makes me dizzy And I just can't stop 'Til it's finished And I don't know what You find funny 'bout the Europop And the love of money Financial gain Is a very pleasant thing But the transitory pleasure that it brings Counts for nothing! So What is there left to know? What is there left to say? Nothing And the Europop Makes me dizzy And I just can't stop 'Til it's finished And I don't know what You find funny 'bout the Europop And the love of money And I thank God That you're aware Oh thank God That you're aware Of the earth and of the air And of the girls making like they don't care But they are blessed And you are cursed With the conscience of a universe Of the mind and of the soul Of reduction science digging itself a hole And I thank God that you're aware And thank your God we're all aware It's taken time but I'll think you'll find That everything is alright |
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| EVERYBODY KNOWS (EXCEPT YOU) | EYE OF THE NEEDLE | |
| Everybody knows that I love you Everybody knows that I need you Everybody knows that I do, except you I told the stars above About the one I love I told the morning sun Yeah I'm telling everyone I told my mum and dad They seemed to understand And I'll get through to you If it's the last thing that I do Everybody knows that I love you Everybody knows that I need you Everybody knows that I do, except you Everybody knows that I live for you Everybody knows that I adore you Everybody knows that it's true, except you I told all of my friends Again and again and again I drove them round the bend So now you're my only friend I told the passers by I made a small boy cry And I'll get through to you If it's the last thing that I do 'Cos everybody knows that I love you Everybody knows that I need you Everybody knows that I do, except you I'm going crazy baby What do I have to do? You know I love you baby Maybe you love me too Everybody knows that I live for you Everybody knows that I adore you Everybody knows that it's true, except you Except you, except you, except you How come everybody knows, except you? Oh everybody knows that I love you And everybody knows that I need you Everybody knows that I do, except you |
They say that you'll hear him if you're really
listening And pray for that feeling of grace But that's what I'm doing, why doesn't he answer? I've prayed 'til I'm blue in the face The cars in the churchyard are shiny and German Distinctly at odds with the theme of the sermon And during communion I study the people Threading themselves through the eye of the needle I know that it's wrong for the faithful to seek it But sometimes I long for a sign, anything Something to wake up the whole congregation And finally make up my mind The cars in the churchyard are shiny and German Completely at odds with the theme of the sermon And all through communion I stare at the people Squeezing themselves through the eye of the needle |
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| FAMOUS | FESTIVE ROAD | |
| I know you've tried I know you've cried I know you've died a little inside, but... Baby you could be famous You could see your marble face all around Baby you could be famous If you could just get out of this town Just get out of this town now Baby you could be famous You could sell the world a new look and sound Baby you could be famous If you could just get out of this town Just get out of this town now You sold your soul to rock 'n' roll Gave up control But here's your loophole: You are the queen of every scene You are the king of everything |
An ordinary day Down on Festive Road The children will play And never will know That when Mr Benn Of Number 52 Walks in through that door Peculiar events will ensue The shopkeeper peers Through spectacles round As Benn wanders in And shuts out the town The shopkeeper wears his customary grin 'Cos he knows when they go To try on his clothes Each fantasy chosen begins |
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| FREEDOM ROAD | THE FROG PRINCESS | |
| It's early morning on I-19. I ain't got much for company, A pick-up truck, a brown Volvo, And a couple of jokers on the radio. I wish that it could stay like this, But soon I'll have to put up with The whole world and his Uncle Joe Cluttering up my freedom road. When I was a boy I'd fantasize About the freedom road. I'd drive A thousand miles before sundown, Father a child in every town. But a hundred thousand miles have passed Between me and iconoclastic images Of the freedom road. I wanna shed this heavy load. Well I've seen the power of the lightning storm, I've seen the endless ears of corn, I've seen the lakes at the break of day, And that shit takes my breath away. But if I were to even start To tell them how it melts my heart, Never more would my truck-stop friends Look me in the eye again. It's early morning on I-19, A dreamer's waking from his dream, A driver who has lost his way Parks up his rig and walks away. |
I met a girl, she was a frog princess I guess I ought to make it clear That I saw nothing through her see-through dress until she whispered in my ear You don't really love me and I don't really mind 'cause I don't love anybody, that stuff is just a waste of time Your place or mine?" I met a girl, she was a complete mess I should've left her well alone, but oh no, not me I had to see if underneath that dress her heart was really made of stone I met a girl, she was a frog princess and yes I do regret it now But how was I to know that just one kiss could turn my frog into a cow? And now I'm rid of her I must confess to thinking 'bout what might have been And I can visualize my frog princess beneath a shining guillotine You don't really love me and baby that it alright 'cause I don't love anybody, I come and go through people's love lives Your place or mine? |
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| GENERATION SEX | GERONIMO | |
| Generation sex respects the rights of girls Who want to take their clothes off As long as we can all watch that's o.k. And generation sex elects the type of guys You wouldn't leave your kids with And shouts"off with their heads" if they get laid Lovers watch their backs as hacks in macs Take snaps through telephoto lenses Chase Mercedes Benz' through the night A mourning nation weeps and wails But keeps the the sales of evil tabloids healthy The poor protect the wealthy in this world Generation sex injects the sperm of worms Into the eggs of field-mice So you can look real nice for the boys And generation sex is me and you And we should really all know better It doesn't really matter what you say |
While they have been eating The rain has started falling, Gradually gathering in strength. What began a drizzle Has now become torrential, And doesn't look like coming to an end. The two bedraggled figures That huddle in the doorway With nothing vaguely waterproof to wear Are now secretly wishing They'd listened to their mothers When being told to always be prepared. Screaming "Geronimo!", They run for it, down the road. With an arm around her waist, He leads her to a place He knows. Soaked through, but happy, They squelch up to the landing; The room before them Makes a welcome sight. The coal fire is throwing Strange shapes upon the hearth rug, And crying out to be knelt down beside. She pulls off her jumper And flings it in the corner; He picks it up and hangs it on a chair. She puts on a record And sings into her coffee. He puts a blanket round her, sits her down And dries her beautiful hair |
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| GIN SOAKED BOY | GOING DOWNHILL FAST | |
| I'm the darkness in the light I'm the leftness in the right I'm the rightness in the wrong I'm the shortness in the long I'm the goodness in the bad I'm the saneness in the mad I'm the sadness in the joy I'm the gin in the gin-soaked boy I'm the ghost in the machine I'm the genius in the gene I'm the beauty in the beast I'm the sunset in the east I'm the ruby in the dust I'm the trust in the mistrust I'm the Trojan horse in Troy I'm the gin in the gin-soaked boy I'm the tiger's empty cage I'm the mystery's final page I'm the stranger's lonely glance I'm the hero's only chance I'm the undiscovered land I'm the single grain of sand I'm the Christmas morning toy I'm the gin in the gin-soaked boy I'm the world you'll never see I'm the slave you'll never free I'm the truth you'll never know I'm the place you'll never go I'm the sound you'll never hear I'm the course you'll never steer I'm the will you'll not destroy I'm the gin in the gin-soaked boy I'm the half-truth in the lie I'm the why not in the why I'm the last roll of the die I'm the old school in the tie I'm the spirit in the sky I'm the catcher in the rye I'm the twinkle in her eye I'm the Jeff Goldblum in "The Fly" Who am I? |
One butterfly spies a glint in his eye; The birds sing as he cycles by. Oh, why should he feel sad? This world ain't so bad, And besides - Woe betide he who would frown When natural beauty abounds. And now, with wheels spinning free, He's picking up speed... Two butterflies tie knots in his stomach - They love it when he goes too fast! The wind whistles past In vast oceans of air that will mess up his hair, Though he no longer cares anymore for Over-indulgence in vanity's Vacuous vice Just once or twice, thrice Four times in five we forget we're alive And neglect to remind ourselves Wait, then, for me Oh great Mercury! As late as you may be, Will you wait for me? Three butterflies realise when it's time to depart - They have tickled his ribs, they have fluttered his heart, But the starting is easy compared to the stop, And the bottom is hard when compared to the top. |
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| THE HAPPY GOTH | THE HEART OF ROCK AND ROLL | |
| "The lonely road you choose to travel
on, it must seem awfully long. Innocence all gone, It must be wrong to hide your lovely face away. That music you play, I'm not saying it's bad, it just seems terribly sad. Is everything all right? I'd like to think you'd tell me if something was wrong”. Well her clothes are blacker than the blackest cloth And her face is whiter than the snows of Hoth. She wears Dr. Martens and a heavy cross, But on the inside she's a happy goth. "Don't worry Mum, don't worry Dad. The hours that I spend alone are the happiest I've ever had”. That's what she'd say if she ever spoke to you, But it's something she can never do. 'Cos it's only by herself that she'll find out What makes her different from the rest. Well her clothes are blacker than the blackest cloth And her face is whiter than the snows of Hoth. She wears Dr. Martens and a heavy cross, But on the inside she's a happy goth. |
Humpty-Dumpty got so drunk he thought that
he could sing Now every rag and glossy mag thinks he's the next big thing Watch the floodgates swinging open Now the heart of rock and roll is broken Mary, Mary, only rarely have I heard such shit But still the DJs give you three plays every nine minutes Shall the truth be left unspoken Now the heart of rock and roll is broken? Jack and Jill popped every pill till every thrill was gone They looked inside and could not find the will to carry on My worst fears have re-awoken: Now the heart of rock and roll is broken |
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| HERE COMES THE FLOOD | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Here comes the flood Rivers of mud, baby Here comes the quake Evacuate while you still can Here comes the fire Our funeral pyre, baby Here comes the flood Here comes the blood bath Here comes the fly Fifty foot high, baby Here comes the war More blood and gore Than you can stand Here comes the race From outer space, baby It's all over We're all gonna die If the good Lord had intended me to live in L.A. he'd given me a machine gun. Still, here I am, just another worried little citizen of this modern-day Pompeii waiting for the melt-down, the show-down, the great American close-down. When that fault-line that runs right through society's fabric finally snaps and the whole damn thing starts unravelling. Why watch the sports channel when you can watch C.N.N.? Ladies and Gentlemen, the greatest race in history, the race to end all races, in fact the race to end history. In lane one - the San Andreas Fault, in lane two - Global Recession, in three - El Nino, in four - Chemical War, lane five - Inter-Racial Conflict, lane six - Auto Immune Deficiency Syndrome. On your marks. Get Set. Wait for it.......... Go! Here comes the flood Rivers of blood, baby Here comes the bomb It wont be long 'Til we're all gone Here comes the sun Run baby run, baby If you believe all that you read You'll know the end is nigh We're gonna die!! |
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| IF | IF I WERE YOU (I'D BE THROUGH WITH ME) | |
| If you were the road I'd go all the way If you were the night I'd sleep in the day If you were the day I'd cry in the night 'Cause you are the way The truth and the light If you were a tree I could put my arms around you And you could not complain If you were a tree I could carve my name into your side And you would not cry, 'Cos trees don't cry If you were a man I would still love you If you were a drink I'd drink my fill of you If you were attacked I would kill for you If your name was Jack I'd change mine to Jill for you If you were a horse I'd clean the crap out of your stable And never once complain If you were a horse I could ride you through the fields at dawn Through the day until the day was gone I could sing about you in my songs As we rode away into the setting sun If you were my little girl I would find it hard to let you go If you were my sister I would find it doubly so If you were a dog I'd feed you scraps from off the table Though my wife complains If you were my dog I am sure you'd like it better Then you'd be my loyal four legged friend You'd never have to think again And we could be together till the end |
If I were you I'd look at me And fail to see The things I see in you If I were you And if I were you I wouldn't let The shit you get From me get the better of you If I were you Don't you ever wonder why I could never make you cry? Well, if I were you I'd ride away To a pasture new Where I could graze On the grass so succulent and sweet If I were you I'd be through with me If I were you I wouldn't need To always read The magazines that I do Huh, they make me blue! So if I were you I'd make the break Before I take My frustrations out on you Just break on through Don't you ever, in your dreams Take a lover and make her scream? Well, if I were you I'd ride away To a pasture new Where I could graze On the grass so succulent and sweet If I were you I'd be through with me Well, if I were you I'd ride away To a pasture new Where I could graze On the green, green grass Of virgin country I'd live real fast And die real young You see if I were you I'd end my days In a field of stupid sheep Just grazing The grass so succulent and sweet If I were you I'd be through with me |
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| IGNORANCE IS BLISS | I'M ALL YOU NEED | |
| I rely upon your charity to survive I deny myself to prove that I'm alive I plead guilty if sweet innocence is this I support the motion "Ignorance Is Bliss" Kill me with your kiss It's "Whoops Apocalypse!" Ignorance must be bliss You rely upon my charity to survive I deny myself to keep this love alive You walk headlong off the edge of the abyss I oppose the motion "Ignorance Is Bliss" We rely upon our charity to survive We deny ourselves the luxury of life We could go on fighting till there's nothing left I propose the notion "Ignorance Is Bliss" |
Don't look a horse in the mouth Don't let a frog get you down Dragging you round like a dog on a lead I'm all you need Baby I'm in love with you And my love could go on and on Maybe you could love me too And our love could go on and on So don't look a horse in the mouth Don't let a frog get you down Dragging you round like a dog on a lead I'm all you need Baby I'm in love with you And my love could go on and on Maybe you could love me too And our love could go on and on But don't look a horse in the mouth Don't let a frog get you down Dragging you round like a dog on a lead I'm all you need Baby I'm in love with you And my love could go on and on Maybe you could love me too And our love could go on and on and on and on... |
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| IN & OUT OF PARIS & LONDON | INDIAN RAIN | |
| It is a far far better thing that I do now
than I have ever done before It is a far far better place that I go to than I have ever known before My slap 'n' tickle made her giggle, made her wiggle like a willow tree - so suggestively So I suggested She protested I persisted till she said Well OK and I said Wey-hey! In or out - of one thing there can be no doubt Out or in - this is not a sin - it's not even original and hey, we're all individuals - so let the games begin I fall in love with someone new practically every day but that's OK It's just the price I pay for being a man (if that's really what I am) And I refuse to take it all too seriously It's such a strange activity far too peculiar to be taken any other way Don't wait until tomorrow - do it today In out in out in out in out in out in out in out Shake it all about |
I feel as if I have been buried alive For the best part of five hundred years My body encased in a mountain of waste Until one day my face reappears **** bends with the years that it spends In positions tormenting my soul But now they are free to emancipate me From the celibacy of the soul So turn in your grave Hold back the incoming rain **** wind in my face like the linen and lace Are surrounding **** like **** Fresh air in my lungs **** sharing his songs **** through the grass New blood in my veins like Red Indian rain Stripping us of all shame we possess With tears in my eyes (and with anguish) I cry: "I was free all the time, I confess!" |
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| IN PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS | I WAS BORN YESTERDAY | |
| Hey, I'm not the type To say one thing and do another And if it's all right I'd kind Of like to be your lover 'Cos when you're with me I can't help but be So desperately Uncontrollably Happy! And hey, I'm not the kind To fall in love without good reason And if that's a crime Then baby I'm committing high treason 'Cos when you're with me I'm absolutely And totally Quite uncontrollably Happy! And hey, I'm not so blind That I can't see where we're all going And it's no fault of mine If humankind reaps what it is sowing Just as long as we are together Forever I'll never be anything other than Happy! Hey, don't be suprised, if millions die in plague and murder True happiness lies beyond your fries and happy burger |
I was born yesterday And I believe all that you say I have no choice I must obey You Is this the first or the second day Of the rest of my life Well, hey! Why should I care Either way If what you say is true? Saturday morning Eighteenth of December I cannot remember the last time that I saw Such a young ballerina In love with the loveless In tune with a tuneless old upright piano Standing on point Going through each position With gentle precision She measures each movement Her classical features and elegant waistline Are going to waste while she pleases her parents I I was born yesterday And I believe all that you say I have no choice I must obey You I have a question: Is this the first or the second day Of the rest of my life Well, hey, hey! Why should I care Either way If what you say is true? What if they die on the road to Rathmines Where a dog in two minds times his run to perfection An orphan at last, she'd be sick in the loo bowl Then go to the funeral And cry by the graveside And then sleep with the first man she sees And she'd catch some disease that she'd give to her doctor She'd cook her own breakfast, and she'd cook his as well And both get on swell, even though he was married You are a part of me I am a part of you Why should I let you walk All over me? |
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| JOHNNY MATHIS' FEET | PLACEHOLDER | |
| I laid all my songs at Johnny Mathis' Feet I said "Johnny, Johnny tell me, won't you tell me how to live? All my hopes are unravelling and I just lost my lease On a house without love, doors or windows? Without peace..." And with a wave of his jewel-encrusted hand Across a glittering Las Vegas scene, He said: "You've got to learn how to disappear In the silk and amphetamines." Johnny looked at my songs, and he said: "Well, at first guess, Never in my life have I ever seen such a mess; Why do you say everything as if you were a thief? Like what you stole has no value, And like what you preach is far from belief?" And with a wave of his red, white and blue hand Across a glittering Hollywood scene, He said: "You've got to learn how to disappear In the silk and amphetamines." Johnny looked at my collection of old punk rock posters? Anonymous scenes of disaffection, chaos and torture? And he said: "You are on the right track, But you are a lamb jumping for the knife; A real showman knows how to disappear in the spotlight..." |
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| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
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| LAST STAND IN METROLAND | LEAVING TODAY | |
| You dress in camouflage I hunt, you sabotage You squat in my garage, I don't mind I live in Osterley You live in... a tree We live in harmony, of a kind We're making one last stand in Metroland You're somewhere left of Marx I fancy Alan Clark But when the diggers start, we both cry So we won't be afraid During the midnight raid We'll man the barricades side by side, you and I |
So suddenly awake. No light from yonder window breaks, no crowing cock, Just my old clock, please make it stop. I try to wrestle free, But like the dew she clings to me, "No way Jose, you don't get away that easily". Leaving today, leaving today, leaving today. "Release me let me go. I love you more that you could know. All I can do is promise to come home to you". I tip-toe from the bed And put my head around the nursery door to say good-bye. It breaks my heart every single time. I'm leaving today, I'm leaving today, I'm leaving today. I would stay if you asked me, so for God's sake don't ask me to stay. My taxi has arrived. Good-bye sweet simple life, good-bye. The city's waking up. Dreams fizzle out like raindrops racing down the glass. They blur the street-lamps as we pass. |
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| LIFE ON EARTH | LIFE'S WHAT YOU MAKE IT | |
| Build your coffin of balsa wood Spend all that you earn When you go you are gone for good Never to return Always to thine own self be true Not to fools like me Who'll change their minds For the sake of rhyming schemes Au revoir joi, bonjour tristesse Good times come and go Life owes nobody hapiness Only pain and sorrow So don't rely on the starry skies Screw the universe You'd ought to try to live your life on Earth So au revoir joi, bonjour tristesse Good times come and they go This life owes nobody happiness Only pain and sorrow So don't rely on the starry skies Screw the universe You'd ought to try to live your life on earth I'm gonna try to live my life on earth |
Baby, life's what you make it?can't escape
it Baby, yesterday's favourite; don't you hate it? Everything's all right... life's what you make it Baby, life's what you make it?don't backdate it Baby, don't try to shame it; beauty's naked Everything's all right... life's what you make it Baby, life's what you make it?celebrate it, anticipate it Yesterday's faded; nothing can change it Life's what you make it Everything's all right... life's what you make it |
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| LITTLE ACTS OF KINDNESS | LOGIC -vs- EMOTION | |
| Little acts of kindness Make us all feel better Unexpected flowers Unrequested letter So when somebody calls you Give a friendly answer And when somebody fails to call Remember that we've all been there before Little acts of kindness Ill-conceived and reckless Stay in bed this morning Let me make you breakfast So when somebody needs you Do your best to help them Cos when somebody needs your help Remember?well, we've all been there before Little acts of kindness Little things you can do Helping those with blindness Saying "please" and "thank-you" Making cups of coffee Giving friends your Rolo Going to the offy Feeding horses Polos Keeping your bedroom neat Giving children Dairylea Putting down the loo seat Doing work for charity |
I stood upon the listed bridge Dividing different images Logic vs emotion Mountain stream vs the ocean Will we ever learn? Logic vs emotion Politicians carry the motion Will we ever learn? I'll take you upstream, Up to my origin; My water clear as glass, My beauty everlasting I was here before you— A million years before you— And I can only warn you I'll be here when you're gone... "Leave my house alone! I won't leave my home!" Said the old lady, Kneeling by the riverbank, crying "Leave our valley alone! You're destroying our home!" Chorus the creatures, Watching as their paradise disappears Under the water I'll take you downstream, Down where they turn me green; I suffer the indignity Of administering your poisons to the sea The impurity of maturity— Teach them all the appreciation of beauty! I stood upon the listed bridge Dividing different images Logic vs emotion A mountain stream feeding an ocean Politicians go through the motions Displaying such a depth of devotion Logic vs emotion Seems to be a lot of confusion There is no foregone conclusion There is no simple solution The answer lies in your emotions— Let them speak to you! |
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| LONDON IRISH | LOST PROPERTY | |
| They sit, and watch the clouds go by And make believe it's Irish skies They love the sun, but pray for rain They drink to take away the pain The London streets are paved with gold For the London Irish You gain the world and you lose your soul Well if your picture is seen on the cover of every magazine And every TV screen, will there be anything left Of the London Irish? They say they will return again, But they won't say exactly when... |
Postcards and letters T-shirts and sweaters Passports and Parkas Mobiles and chargers Two tennis rackets Blue Rizla packets A new sheep-skin jacket I lost it all All through my life there have been Many rare and precious things I have tried to call mine But I just cannot seem To keep hold of anything For more than a short time Possessions of a sentimental kind They were mine, now they're not Gym-kits and trainers Asthma inhalers Silk-cuts and Bennies Ten-packs and twenties C-class narcotics Antibiotics The holes in my pockets I lost it all All that I'd like is to know Just where do those lost things go? When they slip from my hands Then one night in a dream I passed through a sheepskin screen To a green, pleasant land I found them all piled up into the sky And I cried tears of joy |
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| LOVE IS LIGHTER THAN AIR | LOVE WHAT YOU DO | |
| Summer, summer, summer slowly turned into
fall Me and my baby doll never went to the beach Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere was a place we could run On the sand with the sun always just out of reach Somewhere sunny summer's marching to a different drummer, singing "Summer, summer, summer's gonna turn into fall, you and your baby doll better go to the beach" 'Cos love is lighter than air it floats away if you let go Love is lighter than air Rising through the falling snow. A crime, crime, crime, sin and illness is time Neither reason nor rhyme can obstruct his bad dance The nasty little swine slipped us mickeys in wine Wove his hair into twine and then tied up our hands We're forced to watch him wriggle And endure his fulsome giggle And his mime, mime, mime, Unforgivable mime? Our one chance is to climb into blimps of romance... |
Living isn't easy No need to make it harder Stretch yourself until you snap Ditch your superstitions Lose your inhibitions Tell them you're not coming back If you want it, you can have it If you need it, go and get it Whatever it is you've got to love it Everybody's running Round and round in circles What is it they're trying to prove? Exercise your freedom Exorcise those demons You have got to love what you do If you want it, you can have it If you need it, go and get it Whatever it is you've got to love it |
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| LUCY | PLACEHOLDER | |
| I travelled among unknown men In lands beyond the sea; Nor, England did I know till then What love I bore to thee. 'Tis past, that melancholy dream! Nor will I quit thy shore A second time; for I still seem To love thee more and more. Among thy mountains did I feel The joy of my desire; And she I cherished turned her wheel Beside an English fire. By mornings showed, by nights concealed The bowers where Lucy played; And thine too is the last green field That Lucy's eye surveyed. She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love: A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave and, oh The difference to me A slumber did my spirit seal; I had no human fears. She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly eyes. No motion has she now, no force; She neither hears nor sees; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees. |
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| MAKE IT EASY ON YOURSELF | MARYLAND ELECTRIC RAINSTORM | |
| If you really love him and there's nothing
that I can do Don't try to spare my feelings, just tell me that we're through And make it easy on yourself, 'cos breaking up is so very hard to do If the way I hold you can't compare to his caress No words of consolation will make me miss you less, My darling.. if this is goodbye, I just know I'm gonna cry, So run to him before you start crying too... |
Amery was bored, as he Was usually in the countryside: He'd walk alone, reciting Poe, Returning home through the failing light. One day, he'd gone some miles along A new road, when on an old man's bad advice He left to cross the woods, but just Got totally lost, and then The Maryland electric rainstorm broke Over his head, making him wet, upset, then The Maryland electric rainstorm broke everything Soaked through his skin, into his heart and soul Suddenly, no more trees? Amery, to his great relief, Could see his way through stacks of hay, Through wind and rain... then surprisingly He heard the song "Les Sanglots Longs Des Violons" coming from nearby? A female tone he did not know, All husky and low... While the lightning split the sky "Who's there?", she cried?"Don Juan", he lied. A shriek of delight came back through the rain, A small white hand took his one and Their friendship began With the Maryland electric rainstorm high Over their heads making them wet Forget about the Maryland electric rainstorm Breaking everything, making them clean Freedom is the Maryland electric rainstorm High over your heads making you wet Forget about the Maryland electric rainstorm Breaking everything making you clean Freeing your heart and soul |
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| MASTERMIND | MIDDLE-CLASS HEROES | |
| Every pupil in the classroom will answer
the same if you ask them Every mouth shout the message out as one Every girl weeps like the willow, every boy cries into his pillow Every tear disappears in the morning sun You don't need an indie song to figure out what's going on Tell me that I'm normal, tell me that I'm sane Tell me that you feel this too All the dreams that we have had are gonna prove that we're not mad to you Every nose is a vacuum cleaner in the loved-up London arena Every eye flies a dollar sign for me Every tongue will wag if you want it, every lung has a shadow on it Every heart comes apart at the seams You don't need a mastermind to read between the long white lines Tell me that I'm normal, tell me that I'm sane Tell me that you feel this too All the dreams that we have had are gonna prove that we're not mad to you Well we all need reassurance as we play life's game of endurance Like a nice cup of tea or a cigarette But don't lean too long on your crutches or you'll fall straight into the clutches Of those who see free expression as a threat You don't need a law degree to set your mind and spirit free So tell me what the hell is normal and who the hell is sane? And why the hell care anyway? All the dreams that we have had are gonna prove that we're all mad and that's OK |
I see oriental paper globes hanging like decomposing cocoons while exotic candles overload the dusty air with their stale perfume And I see lentils, beans, seaweed and rice in jars on the windowsill And it ain't hardly enough to feed the mice running behind the lines of allergy pills All these things will come to pass when heroes of the middle class face up to their responsibilities I see an Indian fertility God he's got thirty seven limbs to spare And tasteless tie-dyed tablecloths that double up as evening wear And I see naked bodies twist and turn on the futon of dreams fulfilled But their three-year-old kid seems unconcerned he'd rather swallow all those allergy pills I see unspeakable vulgarity institutionalised mediocrity infinite tragedy Rise up little souls - join the doomed army Fight the good fight - wage the unwinnable war Elegance against ignorance Difference against indifference Wit against shit My words fly up to heaven, my thoughts remain below Words said without feeling never to heaven go... All these things will come to pass when heroes of the middle-class face up, repent, and pay the price for accidentally creating life An oversight for which they must atone and sacrifice their own |
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| MOTORWAY TO DAMASCUS | MY IMAGINARY FRIEND | |
| Daybreak on the motorway to Damascus A heavenly angel flagged me down And asked for a ride into town For God's sake, on the motorway to Damascus This heavenly angel, wise and pure, proceeded with a guided tour: "Behold! A shining city of silver grey and white, Of solar-panelled rooftops glinting in the light And wind-power generators turning soundlessly through the night" Mid-day on the motorway to Damascus The heavenly angel flapped its wings And told me more exciting things Like how one day this motorway to Damascus Would disappear without trace, the unsustainable replaced "Behold! The new New Forest in four hundred shades of green Stretching out before us where it always should have been A botanical thesaurus for as far as the eye can see" Nightfall on the motorway to Damascus The heavenly angel looked at me And said "Well, what's it gonna be? The long haul, or the shorter way to Damascus? Choose with care and you will find that one day there will come a time When the silhouetted ruins of the crumbling cooling towers Are but ivy-clad reminders of a long-forgotten power" Must the monkeys leave Gibraltar's rock and ravens flee the Tower Before we look and see ourselves for what we really are? |
Would you like to meet my little friend? Don't try to shake his hand he's just pretend. His name is Benjamin, that's his name. My Mamma says, "you're insane, Boy you really are the end, You and your imaginary friend”. Daddy drives the mobile library. He works peripatetically. He doesn't get much time to play with us So we just read and make up stuff. And it drives him round the bend, Me and my imaginary friend. One day we're gonna play hide and seek And Ben will be up the creek, Never to be seen again. He'll disappear the day that childhood ends And reality descends. I'll never forget you my imaginary friend. |
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| MY LOVELY HORSE | PLACEHOLDER | |
| My lovely horse, running through the field Where are you going, with your fetlocks blowing in the wind? I want to shower you with sugar lumps, and ride you over fences Polish your hooves every single day, and bring you to the horse dentist My lovely horse, you're a pony no more Running around with a man on your back, like a train in the night... |
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| NATIONAL EXPRESS | NEPTUNE'S DAUGHTER | |
| Take the National Express when your life's
in a mess It'll make you smile All human life is here From the feeble old dear to the screaming child From the student who knows that to have one of those Would be suicide To the family man Manhandling the pram with paternal pride And everybody sings 'ba ba ba da..........' We're going where the air is free On the National Express there's a jolly hostess Selling crisps and tea She'l provide you with drinks and theatrical winks For a sky-high fee Mini-skirts were in style when she danced down the aisle Back in '63 (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) But it's hard to get by when your arse is the size Of a small country And everybody sings 'ba ba ba da.....' We're going where the air is free Tomorrow belongs to me When you're sad and feeling blue With nothing better to do Don't just sit ther feeling stressed Take a trip on the National Express |
When the last course has been consumed They withdraw to the drawing room, Where the Schubert she plays with style Keeps her friends happy all the while; But the memories are a burden, So she draws back both the curtains, Stepping out into the night... As the glow from the house recedes And their voices blend with the breeze, She is free to be who she will - Free to skip barefoot down the hill. Maybe she is Neptune's daughter, For she's drawn towards the water, Stepping out into the night... The water cold against her skin Conceals a multitude of sins; And laughing like a little girl She enters an enchanted world Where seaweed girls with silver tails Play games upon the backs of whales; They want her to come home with them - They grab her legs and drag her down again, Down again... Into the sea he strides and takes her in his arms, And he carries her back to shore... |
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| NOTE TO SELF | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Monday Restate my assumptions Heaven and hell Do not exist Tuesday Restate my assumptions If you die you do so At your own risk Into the heart of darkness Beyond the point of no return Wednesday Restate my assumptions Beauty is not The same thing as youth Thursday Restate my assumptions Only one thing beautiful That's the truth Into the heart of darkness Beyond the point of no return What the fuck is happening? Where has everybody gone? What the hell is going on? There is nothing as frightening as being alone Friday Restate my assumptions The writer writes for himself Not for you Saturday Restate my assumptions A song is not a song Until it's listened to |
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| O Lyrics |
| OUR MUTUAL FRIEND | OVERSTRAND | |
| No matter how I try I just can't get her
out of my mind And when I sleep I visualise her. I saw her in the pub. I met her later at the night-club. A mutual friend introduced us. We talked about the noise And how it's hard to hear your own voice Above the beat and the sub-bass. We talked and talked for hours, we talked in the back of our friend's car As we all went back to his place. On our friend's settee She told me that she really liked me And I said "cool, the feeling's mutual”. We played old 45's. I said "it's like the soundtrack to our lives” And she said "true, it's not unusual”. Then privately we danced But couldn't seem to keep our balance, A drunken haze had come upon us. We sank down to the floor and we sang A song that I can't sing any more, And then we kissed and fell unconscious. I woke up the next day all alone but for a headache. I stumbled out to find the bathroom. But all I found was her wrapped around another lover. No longer then is he our mutual friend. |
I reside in Prince Of Wales Drive In a mansion block named "Primrose" With constant hot water it's got all it oughta Behind Victorian windows But nonetheless, I must confess I'm looking for something grander ? If you could see it, you'd agree It's better to be an Overstrander If one rich hag should like my gags And drunkenly drag me to bed in Overstrand? "Stand still while I take your picture!" I would give her the negatives If she could deliver the keys of Overstrand (And then I would evict her) Oh! To be one of the bourgeoisie Living in luxury south of the river I'll flirt and philander I'll take huge back-handers I just want to be an Overstrander If that won't work, I'll lift my shirt For a certain dirty old man in Overstrand And I'll see that he is happy! When he's dead, his will? Instead of bequeathing it to his in-breds as planned? Will hand Overstrand to me! And see that I am happy! I'll ponce, I'll pander, I'll gerrymander ? I just want to be an Overstrander! Beware, Miss Clark! A walk in the park In winter the darkness can fall so fast You may lose your way, and slip into the river No-one will guess that beneath this false chest There's a gentleman dressed up as you? I'll fool them all! The men will call, and I'll make them quiver! I'll lie, I'll slander, I'll write for The Evening Standard I just want to be an Overstrander! ...please? |
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| P Lyrics |
| THE PERFECT LOVESONG | THE POP SINGER'S FEAR OF THE POLLEN COUNT | |
| Give me your love And I'll give you the perfect lovesong With a divine Beatles bassline And a big old Beach Boys sound I'll match you pound for pound Like heavy-weights in the final round We'll hold on to each other So we don't fall down Give me a wink And I'll give you what I think you're after With just one kiss I will whisk you away To where angels often tread We'll paint this planet red We'll stumble back to our hotel bed And make love to each other 'Til we're half dead Maybe now you can see Just what you mean to me Give me your love And I'll give you the perfect lovesong Give me your word That you'll be true to me always come what may Forever and a day No matter what other people may say We'll hold on to each other 'Til we're old and grey |
There's a young lady called Rosie; She is my West Country girl. I promised her that no matter Where I should go in the world, I'd send a postcard to her... I'll send a postcard from Paris, Paraguay, Prague and Peru? I'd even send one from Liverpool If Rosie wanted me to... If Baghdad or Beirut won't do... Most of the time I remember, But once in a while I forget. If you see fit to forgive me, I'll always be in your debt... And I'll make you proud of me yet... |
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| Words & Music : Name | Words & Music : Name |
| POSTCARD TO ROSIE | PLACEHOLDER | |
| There's a young lady called Rosie; She is my West Country girl. I promised her that no matter Where I should go in the world, I'd send a postcard to her... I'll send a postcard from Paris, Paraguay, Prague and Peru? I'd even send one from Liverpool If Rosie wanted me to... If Baghdad or Beirut won't do... Most of the time I remember, But once in a while I forget. If you see fit to forgive me, I'll always be in your debt... And I'll make you proud of me yet... |
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| Q Lyrics |
| QUEEN OF THE SOUTH | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Please don't look at me that way You'll only make me want to say Something I will regret You are April, you are May What a stupid thing to say! Forgive me and forget That I ever opened my mouth Let it all come out Let it all flood out I am worried for your health Put something warm around yourself Don't let your feet get wet I'm in love and I'm in pain If I say something stupid again Oh, just forgive me and forget That I ever opened my mouth Let it all come out Let it all flood out Queen of the South She has opened my mouth Let it all come out Let it all flood out Queen of the South Something's getting in the way What it is I cannot say I wish we had never met! You are April, you are May What a stupid thing to say! Just forgive me and forget That I ever opened my mouth Let it all come out Let it all flood out Queen of the South She has opened my mouth Let it all come out Let it all flood out |
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| R Lyrics |
| RADIOACTIVITY | REGENERATION | |
| Radioactivity Is in the air for you and me Radioactivity Discovered by Madame Curie Radioactivity Tune in to the melody Radio Aktivität Für dich und mich in All entsteht Radio Aktivität Strahlt Wellen zum Empfangsgerät Radio Aktivität Wenn's um unsere Zukunft geht |
Old worlds seen through new eyes Just you and I and the sheltering sky The battle is over but the war's not yet won It's only just begun We'll walk the razor's edge The highest ledge of the worlds highest window The first lap is finished but the race isn't run It's only just begun Where will we run to? Where will we hide? Where will we rest our heads tonight? Where is the party? And who will be there? Angels or devils, we don't care We don't care New forms - new formulae X plus Y equals new life They'll tell you it's over, just tell them they're wrong 'Cause it's only just... It's only just begun |
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| THE RISE AND FALL | PLACEHOLDER | |
| The rise and fall; the fall and rise The freezing breath; the frightened eyes The rise and fall; the fall and rise The naked truth; the naked eye The rise and fall; the fall and rise The open heart; the opened eyes The rise and fall; the fall and rise My lady laughs; my lady cries: "Hold me in your arms Hold me till you kill me Hold me till you break my will And passion fills my heart" The rise and fall; the fall and rise The Holy Ghost is exorcised, And you and I Shall no longer Look at life Through the half closed eye |
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| S Lyrics |
| A SEAFOOD SONG | THE SECRET GARDEN | |
| "Who'll have a fishy On a little dishy? Who will have a fishy When the boat comes..." And then he says, "With our glasses both raised in a toast Let's sing for those in peril on the sea Who cater ceaselessly To thy every wish With every fish, As fresh as fish can be! Y'see, I do like my oysters, My king prawns and caviar - No matter how far away they are, I'll be there!" And then she says, "Now with our glasses both raised in this toast, Let's sing for those in peril on the sea Who labour tirelessly In their tiny boats Off John O' Groats, Their socks soaked for me! Y'see, I do like my lobster, My hake, skate and rainbow trout - And if there's a fishy smell about, I'll be there!" And then we'll sing for those in peril on the sea Don't be frightened, don't be scared - Chop off their heads and little legs, Then peel away the shell And open up your senses to the smell, The sound and colour, Touch and taste Of crabs, cod, clams and kippers Scampi, squid, sole, shark and scallop Winkles, whelks, whale and whiting Seaweed, swordfish, sardines and sea urchin Haddock, halibut, herrings and eel Cockles, mussels, mackerel, geel Pilchard, plankton, St Peter's fish and plaice Octopussy jellyfishy And dolphin's an aquired taste... "Who'll have a fishy On a little dishy? I will have a fishy When the boat comes in..." |
So much time, and so little to do I furnish my mind with pictures of you Fading portraits, peculiar name Replaced by your face in a big golden frame Take me inside you— There I will find you Quietly sleeping; Water is seeping Down from the skies and Into your eyes and Into the secret garden The icon hangs alone on the wall; Her sweet mouth is saying nothing at all Golden fragments of moments in time Tarnished with guilt for an innocent time |
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| SOMEONE | SOMETHING FOR THE WEEKEND | |
| Someone I once knew Told someone like you "Love is just a word" Now I'm not so sure that's true Someone made me see How someone like me Needn't be so closed Just 'cos they once chose to be I need to be someone's somebody Someone heard my call When I was all at sea Someone rescued me When my life was all but through Someone made me feel Like someone really cares I hardly even dare To believe it's real, it's really true I need to be somebody's somebody |
She said There's something in the woodshed and I can hear it breathing it's such an eerie feeling, darling He said There's nothing in the woodshed It's your imagination end of the conversation, darling Something in his heart told him to come clean He was not who he claimed to be Something in his genes told him to pretend 'Twas something for the weekend But she said There's something in the woodshed I know because I saw it I can't simply ignore it, darling So he said Now baby don't be stupid Get this into your sweet head There ain't nothing in the woodshed (except maybe some wood) Something in his heart told him to come clean He was not who he claimed to be Something in his jeans told him to pretend 'Twas something for the weekend I'll go all the way with you, if you'll only do the same for me - go and see If it's nothing like you say then you can have your wicked way with me" He went down to the woodshed They came down hard on his head Gagged and bound and left for dead When he woke she was gone with his car and all of his money |
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| SONGS OF LOVE | STICKS & STONES | |
| Pale, pubescent beasts roam through the streets
and coffee-shops Their prey gather in herds of stiff knee-length skirts and white ankle-socks But while they search for a mate my type hibernate in bedrooms above Composing their songs of love Young, uniform minds in uniform lines and uniform ties Run round with trousers on fire and signs of desire they cannot disguise While I try to find words as light as the birds that circle above To put in my songs of love Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice Fortune depends on the tone of your voice So sing while you have time Let the sun shine down from above And fill you with songs of love Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice Fortune depends on the tone of your voice So let's sing while we still can While the sun hangs high up above Wonderful songs of love Beautiful songs of love |
You and I go together like the molar and
the drill. Flesh is weak but darling we know that the ego's weaker still. I've been hung, drawn and quartered, Slowly slaughtered like a goat, By the tongue of a woman who just couldn't let it go. Sticks and stones may break my body but words can tear me apart. So be careful what you tell me, spare a thought for my heart. Broken bones fuse together, bruises never last for long, But once they're said words stay spoken And hearts stay broken from that moment on. Sticks and stones may break my body, but words can tear me apart. So be careful what you tell me, spare a thought for my heart. |
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| THE SUMMERHOUSE | SUNRISE | |
| Do you remember The way it used to be June to September In a cottage by the sea Distant cousins, local kids We climbed every tree together And it never ever rained Till we climbed back on the train That would take us so far away From the village and the bay And the summerhouse Where we found new games to play Do you remember Sunday lunch on the lawn Daring escapes at midnight And costumeless bathes at dawn. You were only nine years old And I was barely ten It's kind of weird to be back here again Do you remember The summerhouse...? |
I was born in Londonderry I was born in Derry City too Oh what a special child To see such things and still to smile I knew that there was something wrong But I kept my head down and carried on I grew up in Enniskillen I grew up in Innis Kathleen too Oh what a clever boy To watch your hometown be destroyed I knew that I would not stay long So I kept my head down and carried on Who cares where national borders lie? Who cares whose laws you're governed by? Who cares what name you call a town? Who'll care when you're six feet beneath the ground? From the corner of my eye A hint of blue in the black sky A ray of hope, a beam of light An end to thirty years of night The church-bells ring, the children sing "What is this strange and beautiful thing?" It's the sunrise Can you see the sunrise? I can see the sunrise It's the sun rising |
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| SWEDEN | PLACEHOLDER | |
| I would like to live in Sweden When my work is done Where the snow lies crisp and even 'Neath the midnight sun Safe and clean and green and modern Bright and breezy, free and easy Sweden, Sweden, Sweden, in Sweden I am gonna live in Sweden Please don't ask me why For if I were to give a reason It would be a lie Tall and strong and blonde and blue eyed Pure and healthy, very wealthy Sweden, Sweden, Sweden, in Sweden I'll grow wings and fly to Sweden When my time is come Then at last my eyes shall see them Heroes everyone Ingmar Bergman Henrik Ibsen Karin Larsson Nina Persson Sweden, Sweden,Sweden In Sweden |
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| T Lyrics |
| TAILSPIN | TEN SECONDS TO MIDNIGHT | |
| Huge tailspin—is the world gonna win? Is the nation gonna open up and let us in? Hard luck! Your policies suck— Your rhetoric will save your face, but not your skin This time—it's hard to define So watch the leaves turn brown for the last time Too late! You've sealed our fate— No returns, no emergency debate... but wait! I hate unhappy endings—and there doesn't have to be one! Tailspin—your hair's getting thin **** **** Your rhetoric will save your face, but not your council estates Gee—life is cheap! The forests pine and the willows weep Checkmate! You've sealed our fate— The world is way past its sell-by date Tailspin—is the world gonna win? Tailspin's on the outside looking in Tailspin, I repent my sins But when I get to heaven will you let me in? Tailspin, save our kin, save our skin... The message we are sending is a very real one The world we are defending could be a very green one We hate unhappy endings—and THERE DOESN'T HAVE TO BE ONE! |
Ten: Apes turn into men, And grapes turn into wine; How we made it to nine I'll never know... Eight: Man looks for a mate, But fate plays cruel tricks And seven turns to six. Still he's alone... Along comes number five: Eureka, I'm alive! I think therefour I am a lucky man... Three: From this balcony The two of us can see The house where we first met One wet Sunday... |
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| THEME FROM CASANOVA | THRILLSEEKER | |
| "The Divine Comedy's Casanova?a collection
of songs for bass baritone and ensemble,
inspired by the writings of the eighteenth
century Venetian gambler, eroticist and spy;
and performed for us there by the composer,
Neil Hannon. He was accompanied in that 1995
recording by a specially assembled group
of young musicians, under the baton of Dr.
Joby Talbot. The programme was devised by
The Divine Comedy, and was produced in our
London studios by Darren Allison. Now, as we're running a little ahead of schedule, there's just time for one extra item. So I'll leave you with the haunting strains of Theme From Casanova..." |
When you hang by a thread Strange things go through your head What was in that woodshed? Will death be gentle? "Better to live one day like a lion Than a thousand sheepishly" Say dead oriental I'm a thrillseeker honey - I can't help it I would kill for that feeling now I've felt it I'm a thrillseeker If you live by the sword You will reap your reward Death by faulty rip-cord or loose karabiner But it's my absolute right To kill myself if I like And now it looks like I might have finally succeeded And I don't care When they finally come I'll be stuck there like gum Frying under the sun "eggs over easy" But it's my triumph of will Just to stay alive 'til They've spent several million trying to save me Albeit vainly I don't want your money I'm a thrillseeker honey - I can't help it I'd kill for that feeling now I've felt it It's the cruelest of hands but I've been dealt it I can see it, I can feel it, I hear it Here it comes...... |
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| THREE SISTERS | THROUGH A LONG AND SLEEPLESS NIGHT | |
| This autumn breeze Shall strip the trees And freeze me to the bone Why must these three sisters tease their lonely brother so? Knowledge is a curse But ignorance is worse, I fear Would you agree, my dear? I have watched you grow From the same seed as my own shall grow And they will never know This autumn breeze Can strip the trees And freeze me to the bone Why must these three sisters tease their lonely brother so? I don't know Pleasure is a sin And abstinence shall win this day And that's the way it's gonna stay Black Parisienne lace Your salvation, my disgrace My God Where did you go wrong? This autumn breeze Shall strip the trees And freeze me to the bone Oh, why must these three sisters tease their lonely brother so? I don't know I don't know if I can stop my eyes from drifting slowly Over holy terrors of the soul No self-control That autumn chill Is with me still |
Through a long and sleepless night I thought upon the jury's plight If what is wrong can feel so right then life's no longer black and white It's four o'clock and all's not well in my private circle of hell I contemplate my navel hair and slowly slide into despair This rut has fast become a trench This smell has turned into the stench of rotten dreams and stale ideals The past is snapping at my heels Oh Danny Boy the pipes are blocked with bedtime blues and future shock I know the best is yet to come but does it always take this long? I can put on the perfume, even wear the dress sometimes But I'll always be the bridegroom and never the bride You deserve to be horse-whipped But I've no horse, that joke's so shit And whips would only make it worse Don't tempt the lonely and perverse The casualties of casual sex The child of three with X-ray specs The conman low in self esteem The Casanova in your dreams I'll scream and scream and scream until I've made myself critically ill in hospital, in case you're there in uniform, intensive care I know you'll be the death of me but what a cool death that would be I'd rather die than be deprived of Wonderbras and thunder thighs I can put on the perfume, even wear the dress sometimes But I'll always be the bridegroom and never the bride Bored of normality? why not go daft? It's easy to do if you try Slide right back down that self-confident path you've just so laboriously climbed Pickle your liver and addle your brain Live the Bohemian life Die young and penniless somewhere in Spain Then again you could try just to live your own life In the way that you find most amusing I DON'T REALLY CARE! I can put on the perfume, even wear the dress sometimes But I will always be the bridegroom and I will never be the bride Never be the bride |
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| TIMESTRETCHED | TIMEWATCHING | |
| There's not enough hours in the day To say all that I want to say There's not enough days in the week And weeks go by quicker than drunks knock back liquor There's not enough weeks in the month To do all that needs to be done There's not enough months in the year And years disappear like the bubbles in my beer Timestretched There's not enough lines on the stave To capture the music I crave There's not enough strings to my bow And even the barmen know extracts from Carmen There's not enough notes in this scale It feels like I'm chasing my tail There's not enough beats in the bar And bars get too busy with folks asking "is he…?" |
When I fall asleep It could be forever So I'll never fall asleep again When I fall apart Put me back together And my life will be complete Maybe it's tonight Maybe tomorrow night Next week Next month Next year We've only time to fear When I fall behind In the quest for pleasure I shall treasure this short time with you We shall not be chained We shall not be tethered And we'll never be unkind Maybe it's tonight Maybe tomorrow night Next week Next month Next year We've only time to fear If I fall in love It will be forever So I'll never fall in love But the moment I can feel that You feel that way too Is when I might fall in love with you |
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| TONIGHT WE FLY | TOO YOUNG TO DIE | |
| Tonight we fly Over the houses The streets and the trees Over the dogs down below They'll bark at our shadows As we float by on the breeze Tonight we fly Over the chimney tops Skylights and slates - Looking into all your lives And wondering why Happiness is so hard to find Over the doctor Over the soldier Over the farmer Over the poacher Over the preacher Over the gambler Over the teacher Over the rambler Over the lawyer Over the dancer Over the voyeur Over the builder And the destroyer Over the hills and far away Tonight we fly Over the mountains The beach and the sea Over the friends that we've known And those that we now know And those who we've yet to meet And when we die Oh, will we be That disappointed Or sad If heaven doesn't exist What will we have missed This life is the best We've ever had |
Too young to die, but too old to survive I've spent too long trying to write this song The tune is okay, but the words are all wrong Maybe it's time for a change I've lived a lie since the day I arrived Building my dreams—grand romantic schemes Now I'm twenty eight, but I'm still in my teens Maybe it's time for a change Now it's time to say goodbye To my suit, my shirt, my tie My youth seems to have passed me by And I'm too young to die I will not weep for what we leave behind I must break free from that part of me That values the art over the humanity I think it's time for a change I thought that I was doing fine But now I've changed my mind 'Cause now it's time to say goodbye To my suit, my shirt, my tie My youth seems to have passed me by And I'm too young to die Maybe it's time for a change... |
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| U Lyrics |
| UNTITLED MELODY | PLACEHOLDER | |
| You're so transparent, I can guess without
question You need something or other to cover your expression I bought you some sunspecs from the local hipsters' store I need you more or less, you need me more and more I'm so transparent, you can guess without question I need something or other to cover my expression Buy me some sunspecs, the kind of ones you wore From the local hipsters' store You need me more or less, I need you more and more |
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| Words & Music : Edwyn Collins | Words & Music : Name |
| V Lyrics |
| VAPOUR TRAIL | VICTORIA FALLS | |
| First you look so strong Then you fade away The sun will blind my eyes I love you anyway Thirsty for your smile I watch you for a while You are a vapour trail In a deep blue sky Tremble with a sigh Glitter in your eye You seem to come and go I never seem to know And all my time Is yours as much as mine We never have enough Time to show our love |
I don't know where I am Who's that boy you're leaning on? Victoria ceases to care You're not the only one Virginia creeps through her hair Summer evening, summer sun Virago will publish her diaries when she's dead To the world Unlocking the dreams in her head And the world is blind Unstable unhinged and unfed She'll wed the summertime Unable to answer the questions of her life I don't believe you I don't really need to I won't let Victoria fall When the night has come and gone His ghostly perfection remains Melting in the morning sun His pale saint complexion unchanged Lovers go and lovers come And some stay for longer but never long enough His shadow lingers on Victoria ceases to care His shadow fades like a pop song Virginia creeps through her hair Death to the supernatural one Virago will publish the story of her life Queen of the South I don't defend you I don't recommend you but I won't let Victoria fall away |
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| WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT ALL OVER EUROPE | WITH WHOM TO DANCE | |
| Twilight turns from amethyst To deep and deeper blue; We've got an hour or two Before it's time to go... Let's go see a movie show... Jean can't choose between the two 'Cos Jules is hip And Jim is cool, And so they live together With the trees and birds and little girls Who play upon poor Jean-Claude's nerves 'til Finally he strokes Claire's knee; And when she asks of his ambition, Jean-Pierre replies "My mission is to become eternal and to die" Heaven knows the reason why! When the lights go out all over Europe I forget about old Hollywood, 'Cos Doris Day couldn't make me cheer up Quite the way those French girls always could. Jean Seberg: Et puisque je suis mechante avec toi c'est la preuve que je ne suis pas amoureuse de toi Jean Paul Belmondo: On dit qu'il n'y a pas d'amour heureux JS: Si je t'aimais... oh c'est trop complicé JPB: Au contraire, il n'y a pas d'amour malheureux JS: Je veux que les gens s'occupant pas de moi et puis je suis independente. Peut etre que tu m'aimes? JPB: C'est ce que lu crois, mais tu ne l'ai pas JS: C'est pour ca que je t'ai denonce JPB: Je te suis superieur JS: Maintenant tu es force de partir JPB: Tu es single, c'est lamentable comme raisonnment When the lights go out all over Europe I forget about old MGM, 'Cos Paramount was never Universal And Warners went out way back when Those lights go out all over Europe I forget about old Hollywood, 'Cos Doris Day could never make me cheer up Quite the way those French girls always could |
Moons in June I've given up on that stuff Arms have charms but I've no hope of falling in love The rest of life pales in significance I'm looking for somebody with whom to dance With whom to dance? Rings and strings What use have I for these things? Bells and carousels I'd just be fooling myself And you, you look like heaven An angel who stepped from a dream 777 times lovelier than anything I've ever seen |
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| A WOMAN OF THE WORLD | THE WRECK OF THE BEAUTIFUL | |
| When she was just a girl she became a woman
of the world Soon there wasn't room enough for her in between the bosoms of her family She popped the cork, got on the Greyhound to New York Small-talked her way round just the sort of playboys' playground she'd once dreamed about Maybe I love her, but I'm jealous of her She's a woman of the world She's a fake sure but she's a real fake On the make making up for lost time Just you wait hey, give the girl a break And a fifty dollar bill will see to that That ain't enough to feed the cat Serve up the rats and super rats Well they just get fatter while she fades away Maybe I love her 'cause I'm jealous of her She's a woman of the world Maybe I hate her 'cause I didn't create her It's human nature girl Maybe I'll suffer just to be her lover just to be part of her world Maybe I need her, because I want to be her baby can I be your girl? Maybe I'll kill her, just trying to thrill her if she don't kill me first We're making eye-contact Oh those hypnotic eyes attract such philanthropic flies That's that, you cannot stop it so why the devil do you try? |
When the Beautiful set sail back in 1970 She was state of the art, the flagship of our navy. But the salt sea took its toll and the rust began to show, And with a heavy heart we took her to the breaker's yard. I thought I heard her call, maybe I heard nothing at all. I thought I heard her call from the wreck of the Beautiful. But like the fattened cow can smell the butcher's knife, She knew where she was bound, a sad end to a proud life. That's when I heard her cry and the waves rose five miles high, And the men who did not drown watched as the Beautiful went down. I thought I heard her call, maybe I heard nothing at all. I thought I heard her call from the wreck of the Beautiful. |
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| X Lyrics |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
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| Words & Music : Name | Words & Music : Name |
| Y Lyrics |
| YOUR DADDY'S CAR | PLACEHOLDER | |
| We took your Daddy's car And drove it to the sea We fooled around for hours And then when we got tired and it got dark We found a place to park And we watched the sun set fire to the sea Can you feel the sadness in our love? It's the only kind we're worthy of Can you feel the madness in our hearts As the key turns and the engine starts? We took your Daddy's car And drove it into town We steamed into a bar And we bought the biggest bottle of champagne And driving through the rain we sang 'God bless this car, and all who sail in her!' We took your Daddy's car And wrapped it round a tree We didn't know what for We didn't feel like driving any more It was so good we got bored And we are driving from the day we are born |
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| Z Lyrics |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
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