| A Lyrics |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Words & Music : Name | Words & Music : Name |
| B Lyrics |
| BULB | BUTTERFLY | |
| It's your own face That fills up your eye Always yours Never mine And your foul mouth Speaks only to my ear It knows every Mocking word And every single Jeer It's yourself You never put Under the naked bulb No I'll never be Your boy It's yourself You never put Under the naked No I'll never be Your be When sailors sink into the pitch Would you offer them a stick If they never was your boy? If justice needed to be quick Would you be pugulist If they never was your boy? Like a little matchstick ship On a string you never gripped Now I'll never be your boy It's your own face That fills up your eye Always yours Never mine My face is ploughed By glassy beads From a chequered history When I never was Your boy It's yourself You never put Under the naked bulb No I'll never be Your boy |
Tonight the moon is a desklamp The world is a page Wardrobe bulging with bones And bills I haven't paid Ever feel like the sailor Who just swallowed the sea I better leave before I'll be A happy zombie I am the butterfly I've shed my father's clothes I am successfully a failure But happy all in all They say my instability Is the reason I won't fall No No I've never been lost Always knew my way home But that vacancy of shoulders Is the reason I have flown I am the butterfly I've shed my father's clothes |
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| Words & Music : Matthew Devereux | Words & Music : Matthew Devereux |
| C Lyrics |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Words & Music : Name | Words & Music : Name |
| D Lyrics |
| DAVE | DOGS WITH NO TAILS | |
| I don't mind my work Just cleaning up the curls In a completely different world Lovelies in beehives Reading magazines In a completely different world Joe meek on the radio An orbit round the moon A really catchy tune In a completely different world How are you today Dave? Still living in the lonely spaceage? Falling in love With things yet to come Like living in the lonely spaceage? I fall in and out Of vogue I fall in and out Of strobe I fall in and out Of control I fall in and out Of vogue I revolved around you Like a planet round the sun I didn't get to choose You're just the chosen one I revolved around you Like a planet round a star I didn't get to choose The chosen one you are |
Oh Lord What will you do? She has arrived in her mothers shoes She is gonna kiss then kill you Cause she arrived in lovers shoes They tell me Oh Lord What will you do? She has an appetite For boys like you She is gonna make your stars unscrew When she arrives in another's shoes But she is far too rich to eat Tell Too sweet to digest Tell her And this is why the heart Tell her Rots within the chest ... yes She is a dog with no tail No sense of direction Slightly derailed Not scared of affection She is a dog with no tail No sense of direction Slightly derailed And staying for breakfast But she is far too rich to eat Tell her Too sweet to digest Tell her And this is why the heart Tell her Rots within the chest Nous sommes chien Nous sommes chien Nous sommes chien Woof Woof Nous sommes chien Nous sommes chien Nous sommes chien Woof Woof |
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| Words & Music : Matthew Devereux | Words & Music : Matthew Devereux |
| DOWNSIZING | DRY POWDER | |
| After it all You'll get a lie on Cause you're going to Really need one Rest your measly little body Put your feet up Don't believe them There's no lie ons There's just lay offs For your troubles We're downsizing After it all There's no clock There's no ticking It's not golden What you're getting Take a lay on A siesta Don't believe them There's no lay ons There's just lay offs We're up early We're downsizing After it all Well then what Predetermined Where you're going Is uncertain Like initial steps Are growing |
It was in the smoking frying pan Yeah that's where we'd been drinking Left a stream of foaming piss Up a lane in your district The train had trailing sparks That fizzed like rind and grizzle It was give or take an average day Though my accounts are fiddled And they are not Giving much away No they are not ... not ... not Giving much away Gonna keep the powder dry But they don't know why The targets look so soft These targets llok so soft I kindly helped an empty can Up a roadway in the drizzle Walked the worn out path That cuts a shortcut round the prison There is not much left That's right smack band down the middle When the people face the bulldozers The alarms they should be ringing Best just step in from the rain And show a little restraint Act against the action Before it's way too late They have been egging me on They treat those guns Like they're Why are we keeping the powder dry When the targets look this soft? |
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| Words & Music : Matthew Devereux | Words & Music : Matthew Devereux |
| E Lyrics |
| EXPECTING ZERO | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Olympic bingo Blue rinse flamingo Three sevens On the one arm Bandito Dead dark disco Red eye photo Doing the right thing Pushing the bambino I'm perfectly normal Expecting zero Standing in the blaze Of all mod cons Curling up Like a wasp in a window Ruby red rosary Headwound vino Straight from your local Straight to your pillow Everybody you know Living in a no go Everybody's boat Isn't due until Tomorrow Follow the trail Of scratchcard no no's Lucky numbers Coupons and vouchers |
PLACEHOLDER | |
| Words & Music : Matthew Devereux | Words & Music : Name |
| F Lyrics |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Words & Music : Name | Words & Music : Name |
| G Lyrics |
| GAIN FROM PAIN | THE GUTTER | |
| I tried to be logical I tried to be simple I gave you my candor I gave you my frankness I asked you for liberty Small piece of equality You're too bloody minded Just too bloody minded No one pated for it And you gained from pain Don't let me catch you With my property again You were always My favourite When you were outside The frame Now you do nothing But gain from pain You pay for the petrol I'll do the mileage We've roots like an orchard Your eye has no appleFrom shrill handbag snatches To tin foil and matches You're too bloody minded Just too bloody minded |
Can't take it back And exchange it for another The moon isn't really lying in the gutter Be all smiles When they're calling out your number The moon isn't really lying in the gutter Don't pull knives that wouldn't Cut butter The moon isn't really lying in the gutter Out of the frying pan Into the oven The moon isn't really lying in the gutter Take off your shirt Without opening your buttons The moon isn't really lying in the gutter Can't get straight With everybody pushing The moon isn't really lying in the gutter Red rum murdered Just before the final hurdle The moon isn't really lying in the gutter Whatever you done It all comes to nothing The moon isn't really lying in the gutter Brake fluid rainbow Forming in a puddle The moon isn't really lying in the gutter Bear hug handshake We don't know each other The moon isn't really lying in the gutter Run little lamb Before they dress you up Like mutton The moon isn't really lying in the gutter I'll wait right here Though I know you're not coming The moon isn't really lying in the gutter Never was a time When nobody was looking The moon isn't really lying in the gutter Only punch the clock If it needs a good thumping The moon isn't really lying in the gutter Forming and congealing Like a hanging blood pudding The moon isn't really lying in the gutter This twilight is a marriage But I never cry at weddings |
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| Words & Music : Matthew Devereux | Words & Music : Matthew Devereux |
| H Lyrics |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Words & Music : Name | Words & Music : Name |
| I Lyrics |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Words & Music : Name | Words & Music : Name |
| J Lyrics |
| JUMPING BEANS | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Boxed into the box room Of a Semi-D From the sitting room downstairs The sound of daytime TV On a fabric softened eiderdown Half asleep In the magnolia kitchen Of the reheats A kettle clicks A timer beeps Fad gadget kept pristine Tables aren't for elbows And there is plastic On the suite Dribs and drabs Bits and pieces Won't receive The full future Wait and see Where the street Leads to Dribs and drabs Bits and pieces Oh do come in Oh do wipe your feet Watch my mother's porcelain runways Fishing from a stream And the boy with a bad case Of the jumping beans Dancing in the light That hits the portrait Of the blessed Padre Pio Sticky with the drizzle From an orange peel Entertained By magnetizing Tiny shards of steel Coming over All elbows and knees Dancing with a portrait Of the blessed Brendan Behan |
PLACEHOLDER | |
| Words & Music : Matthew Devereux | Words & Music : Name |
| K Lyrics |
| THE KID | PLACEHOLDER | |
| The kid has something in his eye And I can see why Looks like he's on the other side And I can see why Wave after wave Bouy Bobbing after Bouy The kid has something in his eye And I can see why Looks like he's just about to cry And I can see why It hurts to finish words Not lies And I can see why But now his mouth Is always mild And I can see why Wave after wave Bouy Bobbing after Bouy He leaves us starving For a smile And I can see why The kid has something in his eye It won't be long Before he's blind |
PLACEHOLDER | |
| Words & Music : Matthew Devereux | Words & Music : Name |
| L Lyrics |
| LADIES AND GENTLEMEN | LITTLE TRINKETS | |
| He says it's a drop She swears it's a horizon He pretend he's thrilled Though he can list All his surprised Ladies and gentlemen Where would we be without them? I'm floored What for? Black eye machine He'll never take a risk And she is so disarming He can come in pissed That's if he's very charming Ladies and gentlemen Where would we be without them? |
Let's watch the lords and ladies Do a little cleaning up Must feel good to be fresh on the heels In this uneven contest To be brutal as a knuckle White lightening to the punch For little trinkets Anything is huntable that walks upon This very private ground All the sweating beasts Are following the din of the hounds Too full of adrenalin To give you all a reason or account I'll make it simple You can make the finest company From the commonest pest Let's get us blindingly drunk And immaculately dressed So many smiles There's a row of teeth Just like a zip When you kill It's good to keep A trinket I don't know why you look so proud Real sport this is not All the troophies you pick up And wave around like props The head ... The paws ... The tail The teeth ... The fur ... The little trinkets Poor little trinkets I've tried but no, no, no, no, no The logic does not fit I've tried and tried but not the logic Just does not fit Of little trinkets |
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| Words & Music : Matthew Devereux | Words & Music : Matthew Devereux |
| LUCKY BOY | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Is it a sin to want to watch? It's no sin Do you really want to watch So much/ It's no sin to take it out In front of the box I think that's exactly What it wants You are one very Lucky boy All that beauty All the time You are one very Lucky boy But it's your job It's your job You lucky boy I love when you pretend It's more than just Tits and ass That really splits My sides I love when you presend You're close to being genius That really splits My sides You lucky boy It's no sin to want to touch It's no sin But do you really want to touch So much? It's no sin to want it rough Though your victim Well they've been stapled |
PLACEHOLDER | |
| Words & Music : Matthew Devereux | Words & Music : Name |
| M Lyrics |
| MORNING STAR AVENUE | MILLION BRILLIANT STARS | |
| Morning star avenue Number thirteen You can count up your lucklessness Collect your receipt In your black business tracksuit On a belly of sweets Morning star avenue Short drop to the street You're wonderous So plunder us But don't take long This is a really icy address in a no luck zone The panning of the beam cutting through the fog Now everything I'm taking is soft soft soft Crumbling victorian archways and streets Redundant and violent Yet poignant and sweet Morning star avenue Same time every week Short drop to the street |
Like candles melt to evening from erect afternoons
one million brilliant stars that know exactly
what they're doing they don’t sit in traffic
jams they run right across the roofs and
if you seen them too you wouldn’t need this
proof its my speckled vanity that buys the
beer around here if my million brilliant
stars show signs of fading on their feet
its my freckled innocence that lends them
all an ear if my million brilliant stars
get sick of being brilliant now were comparing
scars and were ripping up the yarns my million
brilliant stars have got some real long stories
your wanton ringlets fell in a crest around
your shoes for the waves that leapt like
lambs we jumped the turnstiles for a tube
we may be the laughing stock for thickening
the soup may my face be full of cracks from
laughs I had along the route its my speckled
vanity that buys the beer around here if
my million brilliant stars show signs of
fading on their feet its my freckled innocence
that lends them all an ear if my million
brilliant stars get sick of being brilliant
stars now were comparing scars and were ripping
up the yarns my million brilliant stars have
got some real long stories |
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| Words & Music : Matthew Devereux | Words & Music : Matthew Devereux |
| MY EYES GLAZE OVER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Give me life Give me plenty Give me it right now Right here Right away May it kill me If I use it everyday May I fall From my standing May I roar May I rage Shadow box With the best of them Be man enough To take it on the chin My eyes glaze over So you've come Back from space I'm tired of excuses And your general uselessness To arrive at any other time Then late Put us all in our place Then leave us To scrounge for bits I'm not putting up with it Too frequent To be called a stage |
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| Words & Music : Matthew Devereux | Words & Music : Name |
| N Lyrics |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Words & Music : Name | Words & Music : Name |
| O Lyrics |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Words & Music : Name | Words & Music : Name |
| P Lyrics |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
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| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Words & Music : Name | Words & Music : Name |
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| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
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| SACRIFICE A GOGO | SIX POUNDS SEVEN OUNCES / 6 LBS 7 OZS | |
| Like a horse stood in the rain A pond filling in his back Deep enough for a bird to take a bath The dirtier this place gets the more I cannot leave Feel I should stay and simply just clean Wave after wave bouy bobbing after bouy One ray of light should do you your whole life Go Go.....sacricfice a go go The promenade and seafront Came alive with shivering spray One great leap into the blackening bay I’d never of imagined it was as simple as this Wriggling little worms into leaping little fish Wave after wave bouy bobbing after bouy One ray of light should do you your whole life Go Go.....sacricfice a go go. |
In your hands you hold Your own mountain 6 lbs 7 ozs Forget the steps To familiar dances Fray all the threads To your previous chances Because the wilderness Is brutal And it gives out nothing When you beg Obscurity Is lovely Where the broken dream Is the only fixed affair In your hands you hold Your own mountain 6 lbs 7 ozs And counting Throw off the weight Of your previous doubting Tear up the address Of familiar conquest |
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| Words & Music : Matthew Devereux | Words & Music : Matthew Devereux |
| T Lyrics |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Words & Music : Name | Words & Music : Name |
| U Lyrics |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Words & Music : Name | Words & Music : Name |
| V Lyrics |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Words & Music : Name | Words & Music : Name |
| W Lyrics |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Words & Music : Name | Words & Music : Name |
| X Lyrics |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
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| YOU SHOULD'VE SEEN ME | PLACEHOLDER | |
| You should've seen me Yeah you shoul've seen me When I stood before all of them And I sang like a bird Who'd been released Yeah I sang like a bird Who'd been released And love was in the air Yeah and love was in the air But it spoke in a language I did not understand Don't want my heart broke Like all the rest Don't want to end up Like all of them And yeah I was scared Of course I was scared When I stood before all of them I cried out like a prisoner Who'd been released And yeah I was scared Of course I was scared When I stood before all of them Naked as the day I was born Naked as the day I was born But who are they to scorn Who are they to scorn You should've seen me |
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| Words & Music : Matthew Devereux | Words & Music : Name |
| Z Lyrics |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Words & Music : Name | Words & Music : Name |
