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| 1. |
| 2:53 | 
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I hold you closely you push me away
I want forever you just want today Give me your fingers wash out your mouth Bite off my tongue on this bloody couch But I don't blame you You're always right I'm like a bad day On your good good night I hear the tick of a bomb All your hair in a fuse You ask me for a light To blow away these blues Run me a bath, then plug me in I'm like a T.V. learning to swim But I don't blame you You're always right I'm like a bad day On your good good night I hold you closely you push me away I want forever you just want today Give me your fingers wash out your mouth Bite off my tongue on this bloody couch But I don't blame you You're always right I'm like a bad day On your good good good good night |
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| 2. |
| 3:57 |
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Are you the tornado in my sails
Are you Jesus without the nails Are you the bury met without the rails Are you Paris without snails Of course you're not But you're all I've got And that's fine & dandy When you lick my candy girl (And I don't mean that rude) When you lick my When you lick my candy Are you Disneyland without whales Are you a farmer without bales Are you the red lion without ales Are you the lakes without the dales Naturally you're not But you're all I've got And that's fine & dandy When lick my candy girl (And I don't mean that rude) When you lick my When you lick my candy Are you Ra without Dion Are you the words in the sky without neon Are you indigenous or did you disappear Are you the lime in my bottleneck of beer Candy candy candy girl... |
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| 3. |
| 5:24 |
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Look at my hands
They're all over you My rusty nails stuck to you like glue My arms around you like audio tape Got a little red horn underneath this cape It's not dirty It's not rude I'll go to Kuwait if I wanna get, wanna get, Wanna get crude It's not filthy It's not lewd I wanna get famous just so I can get sued Guess who's my girlfriend, yeah, ten out of ten Yeah it's Jesus, she's my girlfriend Want to know who my boyfriend is, No, nought out of ten Jesus ain't a man, she's my girlfriend Jesus is my girlfriend It's not drink, It's not food It's a man in a shuttle with a tube I can't fly, so what, I can't cook Can't even catch a tune with a hook I've been to Hong Kong & South Dakota In a little wood plane without a motor Got a girl in bed, when I took it further Where Jamaica? No I coaxed her. Ha! Ha! I love her My girlfriend I love her My girlfriend |
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| 4. |
| 5:15 |
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The other night, I saw you lying there,
I didn't want to wake you up The next day, I saw you lying there, I didn't want to wake you up The next evening, I saw you lying there You hadn't moved an inch The next day, I saw you lying there, I wish that i could wake you up Sha la sha la sha la The next day, I shouted in your ear, I wish that I could wake you up The next week I kicked you in the head I wish that I could wake you up Three days later you're underground I wish that I could wake you up Three years later you're underground I wish that I could wake you up The other evening, I had a dream You came into my head I tried to touch you, I tried to kiss you, I couldn't wake you up My hands went through you, I grabbed the pillow, I cut the fucker up I really need you, I really miss you I want to wake you up Five years later, you're underground I wish that I could wake you up Ten years later, you're underground I wish that I could wake you up Fifteen years later, you're underground I wish that I could wake you up Twenty years later, you're underground I wish that I could wake you up |
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| 5. |
| 5:12 |
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Take me in your arms again
Wash me in your eyes Tie me to the house again Love me 'till love dies Blame me for everything Not just the bad times Whispering sweet nothings in your ear Just like a dead bird sings Look into my face again Between us there's a mile I can see a hole in the sky As wide as your smile As wide as your smile It's not that you've gone away It's that I've never met you But I wish you'd come back to me Just like the night turns blue Just like the night turns blue Just like a dead bird sings Love me 'till love dies |
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| 6. |
| 5:08 |
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You asked me not to speak
Then kissed me on the cheek You said that I was wrong You said that I was weak I tried to think awhile You said I was too long And when I tried to smile You sung this pretty song Drink this baby, it's atomic soda It'll blow your mind back to how it was Standing in the snow, icicles on your nose I felt what once was through your frozen clothes Standing on the shore, looking at the lake My arm around you won't stop you shake In the Wintertime when the leaves are gone I look at you & wonder what's wrong You were so strong, I was so weak Now I can't even get you to speak |
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| 7. |
| 3:42 |
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Remember that tanktop you bought me
You wrote you're gorgeous on it You took me to your rented motor car And filmed me on the bonnet You got me to hitch my knees up And pull my legs apart You took an instamatic camera And pulled my sleeves around my heart Because you're gorgeous I'd do anything for you Because you're gorgeous I know you'll get me through You said my clothes were sexy You tore away my shirt You rubbed an icecube on my chest Snapped me 'till it hurt You said I wasn't cheap You paid me twenty pounds You promised to put me in a magazine On every table in every lounge |
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| 8. |
| 3:27 |
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It's time to come down from your spire
Jesus come back, you're a liar I've covered the church in fish wire I'll know you're here, like hellfire Hell fire If we hear a trip in the aisle Turn on the lights with a big smile There's no beautiful child It's tealeaves with the roof tiles Tealeaves with the roof tiles We go on home with the radio on Tune into paradise on the long wave For a millionth time a born again song Rings out like a bad shave |
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| 3:49 |
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What is this beautiful thing we've found
It's so shiny, bright & round So I went into town And bought a little patch of ground And I put a shop on top And bought myself some stock Oh, my little cornershop Oh, my little cornershop Oh I'm so happy I could scream In my little store on the green Where everything is fine Where everything is fine So fine I found some corrugated steel And banged it to the window with my heel And now nobody's going to get in After half past ten in the evening In the evening... Oh my 2nd little Oh my 3rd little Oh my 4th little...cornershop Oh my 5th little Oh my 6th little Oh my 7th little..cornershop Oh I'm so happy I could scream In my 8th little store on the green Where everything is fine |
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| 10. |
| 9:54 |
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Oh you ugly beautiful thing
Oh you, oh you, oh you. You ugly beautiful thing I'm in between your head and your sting unfolding out your wings one by one 'til you sing like king bing, you. Oh you beautiful thing I'm in-between the ball beat ball of the king, holding out no cheques, drinking Castrol not Becks plugging in TV flex into my kecks I dare you to change the fucking channel now. Puts! Ugly beautiful thing I'm between your head and your sting whirling out your wings one by one 'til you sing like king king bing Ugly beautiful thing how I sing with your plastic wing on the tips of my broken wing. Oh I'm so shy when you ride up so high and I cry because I can see the possibility that you might one day die. Oh baby cool you know that thing, that thing you do that I love, you keep doing it, doing it, doing it, and I can't get over that thing. That thing that you keep, keep doing, doing it, doing it, doing it drives me mad, I love it, do it, do it, do it, do it, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! Calm down, son. Sing the fucker like a baby. Yeah mom, I'm bad. You ain't a bad son, son, you're a fucking king. You're the son of God, you're mine, I'm Mary, I made you, I forgive you baby. Come to mummy! Butt-a-bing butt-a-bang butt-a-bing butt-a-boom boom boom. Butt-a-bing butt-a-bang butt-a-bing butt-a-boom boom boom. Butt-a-bing butt-a-bang butt-a-bing butt-a-boom boom boom. Butt-a-bing butt-a-bang butt-a-bing butt-a-boom boom bang. King, the word king. Son, I call you a king, you ain't poor Paul King (?), you're the king. Ugly beautiful thing I'm between your head and your sting whirling out your wings one by one until you sing like a king bing. Ugly beautiful thing butt-a-bing, butt-a-boom. You ain't butter, you ain't harry, you ain't even the artist formerly known as Prince, ah, ah, ah, you're a king, you're a king, you're a king, you're a king. Ugly beautiful thing. Ugly beautiful thing. See what all that means is that blue is really yellow, you grow old, you mellow, orange turns you on. It's rust, it's things rotting. It's Mike and the Mechanics doing Celine Dion doing Sting. Fony give away a hundred thousand CDs to Virgin, Our Price and all HMVs. Wish I'd thought of it, it's so cool, it's music for thick people, lowest common denomination, all hidden under the steeple, roof tiles and a hatch with weeds, big tits and tight behinds, a guy on the hatch improvise and men who stack singles for £1.99. Get the fucker in the chart, charge £3.99. Take a cut off the supplier, off the artist, off the public, off the quick to buy and slow to think. Hey that's why. You know I know. When will people realise that if you put shit on the dance set and spin it at 45 rpm, 120 bpm you'll still hear it stink? I'm out of here, whatever, amen. Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah. You ugly beautiful thing. You ugly beautiful thing. You ugly beautiful thing. You ugly beautiful thing. You ugly beautiful thing. You ugly beautiful thing. You ugly beautiful thing. You ugly beautiful, beautiful, ugly, ugly, beautiful, ugly, ugly, beautiful, beautiful, ugly, beautiful, ugly, ugly, beautiful, ugly, beautiful, ugly, beautiful thing. Oh. I'm getting into Jamiraquoi territory now man. Fucking stop it dead now. Shut the drummer up. Shove it up the arse!. Saxophone - fuck off! Yeah Be bop be lula be bop boo, yeah, wiggy wiggy whack whack, wiggy wiggy whack whack, wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy whack. Whack whack wiggy wiggy, whack whack wiggy wiggy, wig wig wig wig wig wig whack. Bad jazz for white folks' assholes. |
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| 4:08 |
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You & me
Me & you (x3) You & me & me & you & you & me & me & me & you As long as we are one, one of what? I don't care One of what? I don't care (x2) ................ In any language, baby It means I love you I look in the mirror I see right through I am beside myself When I'm inside you You make the sky green You make the sun blue No, baby, it ain't God I love...it's you Me & you, You & me, me & you & you & me So complicated It's so unexpurgated Underrated Over sensationalised Under materialised Ooh, such big words We don't need them All we need is you & me (x2) |
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| 12. |
| 4:13 |
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I'll sing about love
'Till I'm 45 & fat I'll take almost anything But I won't take that You can tie me up in knots But I'll keep on coming You can take away my voice But I'll keep on humming c-o-c-a c-o-l-a 'Till I turn blue Sing-singing about love I'll take any old tat But I won't take that We'll teach the world to sing You all know the words So singalong, singalong, singalong For a better world C-o-c-a C-o-l-a |
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| 4:44 |
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We are not cool
We are not crazy We steal cars Because we're lazy We are not risky We are not bad We burn down houses Just to make us sad I'm too handsome to be homeless We are not famous We are not known We break into hotels Just to feel at home We cannot read We cannot write We makeout in cars Then we set them alight I'm too handsome to be homeless We die for pleasure We kill for fun We give you children But we won't make you come Hug your wives Kiss your sons Corkscrew your fingers Round our no-good tongues |
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| 3:47 |
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Way up in the clouds
Angels don't fly Big silver birds Re-writing the sky Taxi & take off now I close your eyes Look out of the window Watch the ground die I live all day-to vacate the place-I love-uh huh I work all day-to leave the way I live-behind Way down on the ground People don't fly But here we at the airport Like ladybirds in July Just like back home I wish that you were here If I had a cellular phone I'd drown it in my beer I was once like you Dreaming you were me Locked inside your pretty head Wishing I was free But I was so different then And you were roughly the same Love was in your pretty head And sex was on my brain |
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| 5:03 |
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Baby bird...don't you cry
Don't you fly away from me ..don't you fly ..don't you fly La la la... I've gift-wrapped you a tiny tree With golden leaves for you & me To set-up home in a beautiful nest You can lie here on my soft red chest My soft red chest La la la... Baby baby bird...I'm so lonely And the sky is so cold & unstable Baby bird...don't you cry Don't you fly away from me ..don't you fly (x4) Baby baby bird...let me be The cage around your Christmas tree You out there, me in here Never, never set me free Baby bird...set me free ..set me free ..set me free |
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