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| ABANDON THE GALLERIES | AN ENORMOUS REQUEST | |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
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| ANGLEPOISE PARK | ANOTHER DAY ANOTHER RIOT | |
| Marry me? No. You can't even stay awake. Come back when you're twenty And your hands don't shake. I'll pass the times writing anthems for countries that do not exist But I don't think you Can get a tattoo To cover the places I kissed There you are, with your dreams that make sense There you are With your dreams That make Sense Praying for the dark in Anglepoise Park A is for amphetamine Praying for the dark in Anglepoise Park B is for boyfriend Praying for the dark in Anglepoise Park See you sometime Praying for the dark in Anglepoise Park Do come again Golden year, golden year J.F.K., the fear of fear You looked up to tell me, this is neat And blew My mind All over the back seat. Walking home through a popcorn blizzard Is this snow? Is this snow? When winter hit the summerhouse Well, it had to go. Did she tie them up with ribbon? Did she dump them in the river? Did she know what she was doing? And assume that I'd forgive her? |
Another day another riot Burn the banks and burn the bills People like you can't keep quiet People like me dont get ill We just die At three or four in the morning We just die We dont get to see the dawn Another day, another riot Stuck in fog again Will I always be this lucky? Will you always be my friend? Another day, another riot The legion of the faintly praised Are having problems keeping quiet I would like their tapes erased. Here I am in bed at midday With oe of the ones I like Smoke hangs in the air like music. There are things you can't describe. I woke up this morning Two or three or four, four times I dont like getting up When it's cold and theres rain outside You've got love like a new religion You treat love as a bright crusade I dont believe in the love religion I don't drink that lemonade Another day, another riot Stuck in fog again Will I always be this lucky? Will you always be my friend? Too much chocolate, number one Read my story in the Sun Laugh at all their little lies Sue til they apologise. Time and space are playing games with People who don't understand You can't talk about the weather When you've killed the weatherman. How can you continue to Be human when you're job includes Bugging Freddy Mercury's funeral, Sobbing run as interviews. And who'll attend your pretty funeral Persecutor, tabloid scum Will your best friend disarm the wreaths? Do you think you'll have a friend to come? Here I am on stage at midnight With some of the ones I like Smoke hangs in the air like music, There are things you can't describe. I didn't want the night to end, But now I want the night to end. |
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| THE BEST THINGS IN LIFE ARE MINE | BIG HAPPY ENDING | |
| The spirit is weak so she adds a little vodka Goes to bed perchance to sleep Count the men whove been there then she counts the cost Pretty cheap She murmurs "Everything I touch turns to me and says 'Can I stay'" She says "I feel fine The best things in life are mine" She says "Gosh I'm wrecked" She is perfectly correct She says "And sometimes I feel so young And sometimes I feel like this But the best things in life are mine Oh yes.." |
The Godmothers cometh, out of the attics Burdened by wisdom and mental rheumatics Insisting you take their advice and their cake One as dry as the other, both poisonous as kingsnakes The cake is some safeways pink plaster disaster The advice, that you trade in your white stratocaster For death But every word that you sing Every note that you're bending Propels the whole thing towards the big happy ending You do Top of the Pops, give them money, they take it And tell their friends down the shops how they helped you to make it Certain fathers are sniffing and snorting their usual Tedious tiring and tired dissaproval They read your reviews with their red noses wrinkling Lock up and hiccup and fake up some twinkling In those bleary eyes to disguise weary truth They envy their own childrens wonderful youth They look out the window, annoyed that it's sunny And say pathetically, "But where's the money?" But every word that you sing Every note that you're bending Propels the whole thing towards the big happy ending You buy them new places with the fruits of your labours And they sing your praises to the fucking neighbours. |
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| PLACEHOLDER | BLACK CONTACT LENSES | |
| PLACEHOLDER | All you ever wanted was to write a song as
perfect as "Take the skinheads bowling" but of course you never did Ah you would have settled for a lifetime in that lover who swapped you for another and much inferior kid You lost most of your money and your tan and your muscles On your last trip to Brussels with your Italian pet And you didn't get laid and you didn't get paid And you havn't even made a good song of it yet All the words she worte to you were spelt wrong or were lies And she bought black contact lenses when you said you liked her eyes |
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| BOUNCING OFF THE BOULDERS | PLACEHOLDER | |
| She waited for me once, beneath a dead tree To tell me by moonlight, she'd never loved me I was surprised, though I should have suspected as much Since she'd stolen my wheelchair, and broken my crutch And as she dumped my body, over the cliff I said to myself, "I wonder if..." I said to myself, as I began to descend "I wonder if this could perhaps be the end" I wondered aloud as I bounced off the boulders "Has the burden of love been removed from my shoulders I pondered aloud as I bled on the sand "What she's trying to say here I dont understand" I said to myself as my blood stained the sea "Now what could it be that she's saying to me?" |
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| CHARM AND ARROGANCE | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Very broad of shoulder, slightly less of
mind Here is the boy she left behind His the behind she left before she met me.. honestly And he says "hey" and I say "what" And he says, "What cha got that I ain't got?" And I say "pardon?" and he says "Hey!, what's she see in you anyway" And I say "Well I'm sexy as hell, I'm and excellent lover and reasonable cook, She likes my wit, and the way that I spit And she adores the narratorial voice of my book Her love of my lyrics is only surpassed By her great admiration for my vocal inflections She approves of my charity, complexional clarity Dress sense, intelligence, all day erections Delights in my habit of quoting from Nabokov Can't get enough of my Old-World gentility, Thinks that my sketches of local letches, Show an exceptional technical facility, Found it charming that on my disarming a recent intruder at four in the morning I fined him his trousers, wallet and gun, let him off with a warning, and forgot to tell anyone, Some if not all of these characteristics Lead to her lipstick's being on me." |
The nights I should have stayed at home I didn't stay at home The past that you forgive Days I spent the rent Still had to pay the rent Oh baby, dont tell me we dont live. I look like a nightclub in daylight tonight But I feel like a million of something bright Do you get deja-vu with that dela-vu? Well, maybe you don't, but I do. Oh baby, don't tell me we don't live. Don't tell me we don't live. |
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| DON'T SCUFF MY TAN | DON'T TELL ME WE DON'T LIVE | |
| Don't scuff my tan I'm a beautiful and angry young man And who are you To act the way you do? (That's how fights begin We'll the ones I wil The ones fought in my head late at night in bed) Sirrah, you offend And so does your friend I think the time is right To pluck your type (That's how fights begin We'll the ones I wil The ones fought in my head late at night in bed) |
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| DON'T YOU WISH YOU WERE GOOD | DROWN THE BROWNS | |
| I know you're asleep That's why I can speak You're my beautiful girl And you're so weak Don't you wish you were good? I sometimes do Yes I wish you were good Well it's something to do I should leave I know I should Stupid to ask But don't you wish you were good? Don't you wish you were? Can you feel my breath In your hair In your dreams Down there Will you ever change? I should leave I know I should Stupid to ask But don't you wish you were good? Don't you wish you were? |
Their mother had children and thinking she
should She attempted to love them, but my God who could? Kill your children, Mrs. Brown Do your bit for Tidy Town Remove your whitetrash from the gutter Melt your sons for soap and butter And every time I take a bath, I'll think of Mallachy and laugh And I'll recall each punch and boast, as I spread Martin on my toast. Drown the Browns Their father has squatters rights in three prisons Their mother when concious could not make decisions Imbibers of cider and pre-teen joyoriders Sharpening screwdrivers, as I made a glider Which they later smashed in woodwork class They stole all the tools but they still didn't pass Drown the Browns |
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| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
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| FOOD FOR BREAKFAST | FORGOTTEN | |
| n/a | Watching late night television Half in love with Vivien Leigh But she's so beastly dead now Isnt she And the light that glanced off her's Enhanced in my direction By machines that kept her ghost alive To give me this erection And outside drunken twelve-year olds Stand laughing at the fire alarms Bu oh that she were young again And held me in her arms The light lags behind you As you break up and on through It's dark at the top But it's dark at the bottom too Sometimes it seems we have Dreamt the wrong dreams as we Flare through the arc from Unknown to forgotten I know that it's not cool of me This late in the century To drop a tear in sympathy For one dead girls lost beauty When I can't cry for bigger things The girl herself, or all my sins The holocaust, my coming end Extinctions, or a vanished friend But pretty girls I'll never meet Can set me stumbling in the street Ones long dead, like Vivien Leigh Or ones not born who, when I'm dead Will feel the same for me. |
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| GALWAY AND LOS ANGELES | GALWAY BAY | |
| PLACEHOLDER | Well, I'm in the bay city and I'm sitting
pretty pretty And you're pretty pretty and your sitting on me And I'm pretty witty and your itty-bitty And isn't it a pity the city can't see The Sun goes down on Galway Bay The daughter goes down on me Her dad's not due till one or maybe two And I'm as happy as I'll ever be You're so cute in your birthday suit And I'm so cool in mine I could play all day with your exotic fruit If you didn't have school at nine I'm the kind of boy that fit's into your bed You give me everything I ever wanted Your the kind of girl that fits into my bed I'll give you everything you ever wanted And I'm as happy as I'll ever be. |
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| GOING PUBLIC | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Minor prophets, blushingly, approach me Looking for a sign Men in charge of corporations Flirt with me I drink their wine Journalists in eggy suits now Pester me to tell them lies Poets I have always hated Phone me to apologise I get everything on credit People make me skip the queue Hello, I am going public Who are you? "Please exploit me" murmer menbers of the pretty girlie class pulling off their t-shirts slowly Baby oiling tit and ass I'm going public Today while I was buying milk Girls who wouldn't kiss me once Stroked me like a piece of silk All my vices virtues now My arrogance, my lack of style Seen in new lights I dont choose how Glances linger for a while "Be a bastard" my world whispers "Come, we've done the dirty work Easing down the barriers Dividing gentleman from jerk Beat your girls, we'll take a picture Have some kids then act their age In twenty years we'll buy their story Put it on the People page" You may raise your hands in horror When you hear I drink Give me a degree in higher physics Every time I think You may save my breath in bottles Scrape my spittle from my cheek Market it as Aristotle's Sympathetic Magic Treat. I'm going public. |
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| GOODBYE TO BERLIN | GO TO SLEEP | |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
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| HA HA HA | HEART ATTACK | |
| n/a | You can stay here if you like I've changed my mind about my life When you ran your ship onto my rock I couldn't believe it I'm still in shock Things go wrong, it's still O.K You know that you don't have to stay The future happens anyway Have you ever tried to stop? They cut the tree, the tree grows back The guy recovers from the heart attack It's two steps forward, only one step back We're all going to get there some day. Some day. The terraces of love, the courtship wall The spires above the kissing mall The chandeliers in love's great hall Plunge as beams decay and fall. It was just a building after all. The chandeliers in love's great hall Plunge as beams decay and fall. |
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| HERE COMES THE NEW YEAR | HERETIC BOULEVARD | |
| Here comes the new year Oh no, not again I've been playing Ziggy with my friends Neither keen on dying nor on being bored A year of careful hand-stands On the high-board. I don't want to get up I'm tired of everything I've watched the pornographic film I've work the wedding ring The kitchens full of food I do not want to see Downstairs there's a letter for me. Things to be and things to do Nothing that I want to Read a book or write my own I fumble with a telephone I wish that I was not alone My little girl is far from home Here comes the new year. I talk too much, I bore my friends I bore myself then bore my friends again Here comes the new year. |
When our relovution comes The gutters will run with champagne When our revolution comes The streets will be painted In violent colours And given new names And given new names... When our revolution comes We shall stride down Heritic Boulevard And if we should die Before that great day Well, at least we tried And we would've died anyway. |
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| IT'S ALL OVER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| We were lonely and confused The past had faded out before the town was out of view I checked the mirror, but I couldn't look at you And they're upset The deals you cut, the mess you left I know you'll say they asked for it But really there's no need for it I really wish to God you'd quit While you're this far ahead You've got her in your bed You've broken all her other lover's backs the time has come The time has come and gone and come again to relax You've won Home free You've come One two and three It's all over. Leave the wounded to recover. Please don't take this wrong Please don't ask me what I'm on I've been your friend for far too long To have to talk to you in song. I'm sick of hearing troop reports When all I've asked is how you are You've taken this war too far Fat too far. Have mercy on your few surviving friends I'm saying this in friendship, not in self defence have mercy on your few surviving friends. I'm saying this because I used to like you, not in self defence. It's all over. |
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| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
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| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
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| LET'S GET DRUNK | LIGHTNING | |
| There's solace in drink and a drink in your
hand All the culture you can eat, all the yoghurt you can understand Our dancing around each other has grown too intricate Let's get drunk, uncoordinated and inarticulate You're not the young lady I want tonight Let's get drunk and fight. There is a tax on ignorance It runs at twelve percent You shouldn't have signed those documents Til you knew what they meant You gotta have rain in a lovesong You've got to have pain in your voice Convention demands it, baby You aint got no choice |
We sheltered in the ruins from the shower The rain poured through the vanished roof for half an hour Dry by a wall, we look up at the sky Lightning comes, scribbles on my eye You laugh, we kiss, dazzled by its power And thunder comes and lightning blasts the tower Oh don't be afraid, it's only lightning Don't be afraid, It's only lightning. This is not a firedrill This is not an exercise This is not some kind of simulation, kid, with extra lives But don't be afraid. It's only lightning. And we're young We're young enough I'll be alright If you'll be tough Here we stand Lightning-struck In wonderland Oh, wish me luck The lightning never struck We didn't really kiss We had a lot of luck But not in this. Love, well I was never into love Like, I had a lot of time for like Lightning's just a metaphor that I am none the better for It was love of course that didn't strike In the same place, twice And like, well, like is very nice Oh don't be afraid, it's only lightning And like, of course, is very nice. |
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| LIVING IN MY TIME | LOST AND FOUND | |
| In a century a dog might choke On the bones of your beautiful face And I won't be there to care I won't be there to care. I want to be simple I want to be good Don't want to be lonely I'd love you if I could But I'm living in my time. And the moon grows dark And the room grows dark And clouds park right above the flat And I don't think I'm asleep yet And I wish I didn't cry like that It's O.K. if you dont make sense Don't try too hard, and trust your friends Trip the safeties Risk the bends More to follow... Message ends. |
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| LOVE THEME FROM "YEATS : THE MOVIE" | L.S.D. (ISN'T WHAT IT USED TO BE) | |
| Put another pint of acid in the battery of
hate You're the one I really want to mutilate |
The sun goes down like honey, like money
like rain The boy who took the credit, is the boy to blame In your two figure mushroom debut Heaven knows what got into you I turned to liquid too I dont wanna know LSD isn't what it used to be Your growing tiresome and I'm growing up Maybe some day, the useless hurtfull things you say It doesn't matter anyway |
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| MAYBE WE SHOULD TALK | MEET MR. HARRISON | |
| Waiting for my test to come through Me and her A mouthful of rockets and you You were there too Waiting Waiting for my test to come through I'm kneeling at the fountain I've come down from the mountain Kid, the revolution was a bust All the stuff I wanted it turned out I didn't want it I threw away the money for her trust A broken heart A broken bone A bed of rock A bed of stone She is loyal. Maybe we should talk Maybe we ... The father of my only friend Blew his head off in the end They went to live in England then I had to get another friend You left all your flags on the moon Didn't you? You told me that you'd be home soon That wasn't true Left me patient Waiting for my test to come through. I'm learning To love winter Now that winter's all I've got. It really is so beautiful i don't know how to get across There's something going on that I can't spell I got hard in New York, can't you tell? Your life is such a drama, but the books don't sell Why don't you shoot yourself? Maybe we Maybe we should talk. |
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| MONEY LOVES YOU | MUMMY ARE WE THERE YET | |
| Here inside the city walls Of galway, I am taking calls The hallway's full of other men Who want to sign me and my friends I used to worry much too much About the price of butterscotch Now I find that I can slouch Into anybody's mouth The men who judge these competitions Ring to offer us positions Blindfolded and on our backs With a choice of railway tracks Money talks and it says "What would you like?" Money kisses you and asks "Are you alright?" Money never denies you it's love Money loves you I'ts the evening before mu overnight success I'm rather tired of this dress Were renouncing poverty in favour of pelf It's time to talk about unspeakable wealth The revolution?, The revolution can go fuck. I had a lucky bullet but it never brought me luck Money loves you When your mothers music makes more noise And the astronauts wish they were boys And the Russians won't play chess these days And the Times prints 'what-a-mess' cliches And deeply unattractive men Are moving through you house again As the lion tamers only son Now rides in on a camel, he is sick of lions and has run Away to join your family... Money loves you. |
When I was young The world my toy I was such A clever boy I could describe The way I felt In ways that made The pretty melt Was I wrong? Was I bad? Was I bold? Will this song Make us sad When we're old? Oh, mummy, are we there yet? Daddy, are we there yet? And though they ran the trains Of cattle trucks and live remains Around the towns in the early days Late at night, on the freight railways You could hear the sobbing miles away "Mummy, are we there yet?" |
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| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
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| PASSENGER JETS | PLACEHOLDER | |
| "Throw me a beat and a line And I'll be fine If you throw me a beat and a line." Can you say that for true? Can you say that for real? If I said that to you Would you laugh at the deal If I threw you a beat and a line? So I throw you Kerouac, I throw you cocaine And you throw it back and I throw it back at you again Throw you a beat and a line Passenger jets of the depressed Crash into hills, crash into hills Of train wrecks, bad sex and sleeping pills (Evinrude, yeah Collect me later) I'm chewing rocks to sand I want "IWanna Hold Your Hand" My death is in demand This plane's about to land. At passport control they say "What do you do And to who do you belong? Do you belong?" And I say I belong to a girl And I write love songs. |
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| SODOM TONIGHT | SOME DRUGS | |
| It's so nasty out there it's perfectly horrid People walk around with numbers on their forrid All of the prophets are moving out of town The lambs are being slaughtered As the abattoire falls down Well we'll have to spend tomorrow in Gomorrah But baby Sodom tonight Oh all the dirty bookshops are full of revelations They're crucifying winos in the railway stations Mouths full of dust they've got eyes full of mud Deep down town they're turning whiskey into blood A guy with holes in his hands, waving a Bible Runs under our window naked screaming 'Libel!' The whore on the corner has her red dress on back from a weekend with her mother in Babylon Well the breads turned to rock in the breadbin It's getting dark awful early, shall I turn on the light? Well we're gonna have to spend tomorrow in Gomorrah, begorrah but baby Sodom Tonight |
Some drugs make you funky, some drugs make
you twitch Some drugs take your money and some drugs make you rich Some drugs raise revenue, some drugs don't Some drugs will do anything, some drugs won't Some drugs make you better, some drugs make you worse Some drugs lead to half completed dream-induced romantic verse Some drugs give you pain, some drugs cure it Some drugs give you so much pleasure you just can't endure it Some drugs take your money, some drugs give it back Some drugs make you so damn beautiful, some drugs turn your teeth black Some drugs kill your cancers, some drugs give you worse ones You can get some drugs in public houses, more drugs when the nurse comes Some drugs make you handsome, some drugs kill your mother People tend to have some one way or another Some drugs mke you ugly, just look at your father They may say they love you but you know that they would rather some drugs |
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| SONG OF THE BEGGAR KING | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Ah, once I had the world Now I've even lost my girl Oh my darling, oh my pearl How I missed her But I'm already feeling better To help me to forget her I'm going to write a letter To her sister When it hapened I was shattered I really though it mattered I was ripped apart and scattered It was bloody Now I stop and smell the flowers And take too many showers And prance around for hours In the nuddy I'm losing everything The cardboard box, the diamond ring I'm losing everything So why do I wnt to dance and sing I was handsomer than most I had a yacht on either coast I'd got a lot, don't mean to boast But I owned Armani Now I'm living in the gutter On a half a pound of butter get my outfits from the utterly Salvation Army I used to be pseud And whistle Mozart in the nude And think the Rolling Stones were crude Rude, lewd and stuff Now I spend all day in bed And sing along to Right Said Fred And look at pictures of the Med And it's enough I'm losing everything The Chippendale, the Ming Losing everything I am the beggar king |
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| STAY TONIGHT | STILL LIFE WITH GIRL | |
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| SUN SAYS HI! | PLACEHOLDER | |
| I get out of bed Kiss your breast Put on a shirt and wander downstairs Blinking in the sunlight in the kitchen Pick up an apple and walk into the garden Crazy with bees, breeze in the trees I look up and I watch you dress It's lovely while it lasts Sun says hi and I say yes I lie on the grass, cool my back Happy in the moment, it's a useful knack Close my eyes and think of nothing Through my eyelids orange sunshine From the house now comes more music In the moment I am perfect Safe and calm and warm and free Days like this will it no diary Crazy with bees, breeze in the trees I look up and I watch you dress It's lovely while it lasts Sun says hi and I say yes |
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| TARTY GIRLS | THANKS FOR THE CLOTHES | |
| Reckless, wild, uncivilised Their mothers hate the way they dress Their fathers going crazy now Faces painted, hair's a mess Thigh-high boots and sky-high hair Flick knives in their underwear, yes But everyboy loves them, man They couldn't care less Celebrate the tarty girls Celebrate the wasted years When you're with the tarty girls The whole world dissappears Let's have a party girls Let's have the party here Hear it for the tarty girls Hear it for us all, my dear Thigh-high boots and sky high hair There's a couple over there Here's a couple over here Next years models, catch them this year Tarty girls are in effect Six a.m. the room is wrecked We fall asleep to MTV Hurrah for tarty girls and me You can drop the bomb now We dont care. |
A great face Beestung soul Thanks for the clothes I wish I loved you Like I love your city I wish I loved you God, your pretty A New York girl width mid-west eyes A poetry of breast And thigh As I lie above you How I'd love to love you You lie on the roof like a statue of silver Just one of ten million lights Left burning tonight. This party will be over soon No sixties for you You're one of the few People I know Who live in their own time And if my plane Should roll down the runway in a ball of flame My last wish Would be to Have loved you. Thanks for the clothes Thanks for the meals Thanks for not making a scene In the court of appeals (looking at young women Pleased that they exist I call them girls They forgive me for this I forgive them For not being mine Everyone's having A wonderful time) What I think I need tonight Is the wrong girl Not the right! Thanks for thepizza's Thanks for the beans The Paris,France T-shirt And Japanese jeans Thanks for the clothes Thanks for the meals Thankis for not makeing a scene In the court of appeals. All my favourite poets In love with their best lovers Write about the others So obliquely. |
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| THEY DIDN'T TEACH MUSIC IN MY SCHOOL | PLACEHOLDER | |
| When your calls go uncollected And your neighbours have electrified the fence When will you start thinking, will it sink in, will you exercise some sense Everybody hates you, thinks it's great you've got the flu, Do you know why? I'ts because your such a shite they'll laugh all night with sheer delight the day you die. Your hand inside your habit, you would grab it and emit a gasping noise As you walked in your black cassock past the showers and slapped the buttocks of the boys But we got out alive Were rich were famous and your inside for sliding up Seamus In our religion classes you would stare through black-rimmed glasses down the back And summon up the sinner who'd regurgitated dinner to be smacked Vomiting in terror was a tactical error he'd find As you lowered his trews and began to bruise his behind. Picture our joy when you were caught inside a boy behind the bike shed Oh Summer holidays forever and it's much better weather when your dead. But we got out alive Were rich were famous And your still inside for sliding up Seamus Amen |
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| VERY NAUGHTY PARTY | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Ah weirdos and thickos & bigots &
wackos Smakk on cracks & Balkan tobaccos Giving hand jobs in toilets & head on the stairs wall to wall mattress and there arent any chairs They haven't any Pepsi and I've lost my comb This is a very naughty party and I think I'll go home This is a very naughty party and I wanna go home The music is loud and dreadfully depressing Young ladies in black are slowly undressing Young boys mumble lines like "I've nothing to lose" Sniff Ajax and sneeze and then puke on their shoes I can't bear to see scenes of such degradation So I turn my attention to the girl and alsation... Children these days just don't understand As I'm trapped by a girl who drums in a band I merely asked quite politely for a small glass of water She must have misheard if she were my daughter What on earth is she doing. The excesses of Rome Have nothing on this, Christ I'd better go home How she can do that with only one hand Is something I'll never ever ever understand And what on earth is he doing why he could be my double Oh dear it's a mirror, I'm in serious trouble The floor is unspeakable, the ceiling is scummy I can't take any more, beam me up mummy!! |
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| YOU CAN ALWAYS GO HOME | YOU MAKE GIRLS UNHAPPY | |
| Beware of your dreams they just might come
true For these are wild wild times And what I wanted turns to what I do And I am king of nursery rhymes You can always go home You can always go home If it's really so bad If it's really so cruel You can always go home. |
She looked at you, walked past and asked
the next stranger directions Contrary to your belief girls dont want just erections You make girls unhappy You've got all the girls money can buy It's fewer than you expected, why? 'cause you make girls unhappy Stockbrokers want to break your stocks Oxfam will not feed your ox Aunties knee you in the rocks 'cause you make girls unhappy |
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