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Superstar tradesman
Stand at the bar Get a trade son You will go far You have a house in the ferry And a new guitar that's never been played before And it never will Never been played before And it never will The weather is sunny You're locked inside The weather is sunny Oh yes I've tried and i've tried To keep me sane to keep me sane To keep me sane to keep me sane I don't want money I want a thing called happiness I don't want cash you know I'd quite like memories To keep us on track Lets never look back To keep us on track Lets never look back What would you do If I asked you What would you do If I asked you To sail away to see some sights Sail away with me to see some sights Superstar tradesman Stand at the bar Get a trade son You will go far You have a house in the ferry And a new guitar that's never been played before And it never will Never been played before And it never will |
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I've had the same jeans on
for four days now I'm gonna go to a disco in the middle of the town Everybody's dressing up I'm dressing down Life's one big circle and it does end When it ends will you still be my friend I'm not making a fool of myself I sed I'm not making a fool of myself So when you look in the mirror Reflecting back at you someone that you don't know Oh that's just made your head spin around So get yourself together yeah Get your feet back on the grooooound I've had the same jeans on for four days now I'm gonna go to a disco in the middle of the town Everybody's dressing up I'm dressing down I take my hat off to the busker man when he's drowned all his sorrows in singing songs Not everything has worked out to plan But believe me he's smiling as long as he can So when you look in the mirror Reflecting back at you someone that you don't know Oh that's just made your head spin around So get your self together yeah Get your feet back on the groooooound I've had the same jeans on for four days now I'm gonna go to a disco in the middle of the town Everybody's dressing up I'm dressing down My minds not prefect but it's sincere You'd be amazed at what you can achieve in a year Say you tried so hard but your hearts on a switch And I know you tried so hard but your hearts on a switch So when you look in the mirror Reflecting back at you someone that you don't know Oh that's just made your head spin around So get your self together Get your feet back on the grooooound So when you look in the mirror Reflecting back at you someone that you don't know Oh that's just made your head spin around So get your self together Get your feet back on the grooooound Same jeans on for four days now Everybody's dressing up I'm dressing down I'm not making a fool of myself Now believe me baby I can tell Same jeans on for four days now Everybody's dressing up I'm dressing down I'm not making a fool of myself Now believe me baby I can tell |
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I don't know what I have done,
But I'm sure I will in the next five seconds, You see I have a telephone, When people call they don't stop ringing for me, Last night was as mystery, So the words can create a picture for my mind to see, Pictures seem to make me sweat, Something in the morning my sisters told me I would regret. Refuse to believe what you just told me, Refuse to believe till you tell me slowly, Or bring me down gradually. Aremsee he under-stands, He's not afraid to tell me about my late night shenanigans, See I was put here for the world to see, You can't tell me where I'm going or tell me who I'd like to be, I don't intend to stop my drinkin', I know I should and it's clever thinkin', But don't tell me... I don't know what I have done, but I'm sure I will, In the next five seconds, You see I have a telephone, And when people call they don't stop ringing for me. Things they change as you get older, No longer a devil on each shoulder, But please, please, please... don't tell me. |
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Skag Trendy thinks he knows just what to do
He was only 17 and he was out screwing the brew He though parents were too old, teachers told him what to do He's Mr Skag Trendy, He'd like to talk to you He told his mother what he was all about, she didnt acknowledge the cry for help she just chucked him out Now hes broke sittin outside, hes sitting on the floor, he's got nothing else to think about except another score But before he gets this he has to go and steal something, and thats not something he really wants to do but you see when his mother chucked him out she signed him off the brew I wish somebody would love him he doesnt have a home He wishes somebody would ove him he doesnt have a home He'd like to speak to his old school friends but he needs 10 pence for the phone He had a girlfriend she was very very nice, walks by him now, wont look at him twice, she liked his dress sense and his cheeky cheeky grin but you see since hes been chucked out hes lost all of them Hes got none (so he writes another sad song) Aye hes got none (yes he writes another sad song) Yah hes got none (so he writes another sad song) Aye hes got none (yes he writes another sad song) Mr Skag trendy think i know just what to do I was only 17 i was out screwin the brew I thought that parents were too old, teachers told me what to do I'm Mr Skag trendy, i'd like to talk to you I wish somebody would love me but I dont have a home I wish somebody would love me but i dont have a home I'd like to speak to my old school friends but I need 10 pence for the phone One thing can happen to someone in this situation, That is complete and utter social deteriation Should have clicked on he was out pawning his playstation Just a young man he was looking for some variation Made a mistake, (he was looking for some variation) Aye he made a mistake (he was looking for some variation) Aye he made a mistake (he was looking for some variation) Made a mistake (he was looking for some variation) Skag Trendy, Not so Trendy Skag Trendy, Not so Trendy |
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Thinking of poems of poverty
Sitting with a tight clenched wrist, thinking how to gain authority Oh what a soft touch of a boy He'd wander with pride to sell and keep visions to his self Visions to his self We'd talk of treasures, and over-rated games We'd steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way. What we loved most of all, was sitting round the shop, while this poor boy was sitting all alone, Sitting all alone Pondering times of sanctuary He was sitting taking his piano lessons, we were on half an E Invested life in medicine, which isn't the wisest way to go, had so much shit going on. Convinced he'd never win. Convinced he was a sin. We'd speak of women and cheaper carryouts We'd turn up to all the festivals, trying to bring down the touts, What we love the most of all was sittin' at the shop, while this young boy was sittin' all alone, Sittin' all alone We'd talk of treasures and overrated games We'd steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way. What we loved most of all, was hanging round the shop, while this poor boy was sitting all alone, Sittin' all alone He couldn't find none of his own kind, he didn't have none of his own kind You should take interest in his mind, not spend all of his time wastin all his money and his time Thinking of poems of poverty Sitting with a tight clenched wrist, thinking how to gain authority Oh what a soft touch of a don He'd wander with pride to sell and keep visions to his self Visions to his self We'd talk of treasures and overrated games We'd steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way. What we loved most of all, was hanging round the shop, while this poor boy was sitting all alone, Sittin' all alone What we loved most of all was hanging round the shop What we loved most was sitting round the shop What we loved most was standing at the Dryburgh shop, What we loved the most was hanging round the shop while he was all alone |
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You have a face for the radio,
But I know you'd like to see it in a show, Claiming to be the next best everything, Which way will you go? You're a little smarter than most of us, You run so fast sometimes it's hard to see you for dust, Finding some time for you, it tortures me, Which way will you go? Wages on a Friday, Spent on a Saturday, Lend me a fiver, Won't do that again, Oh your trust is not to strong. Your arrogance in a bag, Won't spare you a fag, Superstar wannabe, Says it comes naturally, Cemented in your own feeble way, He watches trainspotting, fifteen times a week, Thinking it's making him oh so unique, PC on summer nights and football in the rain, Doesn't matter how far he is, He always has money for the train, Nothing against you, love in my heart, You're really a nice guy, I've known it from the start, Your conscience in eager, to know where you lie, Pushing your limits, give it up and remember you can cry. Wages on a Friday, Spent on a Saturday, Lend me a tenner, Won't do that again, Oh your trust is not to strong. You're arrogance in a bag, Won't spare you a fag, Superstar wannabe, Says it comes naturally, Cemented in your own feeble way. |
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They told me if I write this song for them.
That they would cut my hair for free. But that's not me no liberties. They're in to all the coolest bands and knowing that they're going to the gigs as fans entitles me to some decency. Astedwae ittlae ejaysdae They're the cleverest blonde we ken. Astedwae ittlae ejaysdae I wish everybody danced like them. Split visions of a talkative therapy It makes me bend away it gives me E seems hard to say, it's insanity. The same record for the 16th time Exact same set you did the last time round Doesn't bother me we're in harmony. Astedwae ittlae ejaysdae They're the cleverest blonde we ken. Astedwae ittlae ejaysdae Lyrics I wish everybody danced like them. No low emotions rolling tonight Young heavy hopefuls staying the night So stick around and wait for the day. Craziness kills lazyness N happiness Takes bad bets no one gives a fuck U see we're all out of our little heads Craziness kills lazyness N happiness Takes bad bets no one gives a fuck You see we're all out of our, All out of our, All out of our little fucking heads Doo doo doo doo... Astedwae ittlae ejaysdae They're the cleverest blonde we ken. Astedwae ittlae ejaysdae I WISH everybody danced like them. Can anybody dance like them Can U tell me Does anybody dance like them Can U tell me Astedwae ittlae ejaysdae Astedwae ittlae ejaysdae |
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Mile long queue in the chippy
I wish I was at my Gran's for tea These people call me their friend But they don't think the same as me Now you fed up chasing Your tail around this housing scheme Drinkin' your drink now And staying up too early in the morning Wander through the streets of Dundee Mum said, ?You shouldn't walk them alone? A fight's a fight and that's quite alright Oh, but please leave the tools at home Now you fed up chasing Your tail around this housing estate Drinkin' your drink now And staying up too early in the morning You lower standards and expectations of love You never aim for the people that you say are levels above You're always chasing the same skirts around Around the local pub Where were you when I needed you? Up the posh end of town You're supposed to protect and serve You're a pervert just driving around Now you fed up chasing Your tail around this housing scheme Drinkin' your drink now And staying up too early in the morning And staying up too early in the morning Mile long queue in the chippy I wish I was at my Gran's for tea These people call me their friend But they don't think the same as me |
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I met a girl at the Cambel town bar
You know the one that plays the guitar 'Yes' she said some things that you shouldn't say Wonder if she remembers She was wasted anyway It's the next day Who remembers what No-one knows Everybody's too afraid to talk about it anyway These particular times everyone's out of line It makes no change it's so strange Everybody's walking around so deranged She asked me to play her that song everyone likes She said she'd listen as the day is long and dance shed dance into the night We talked of dreams, romance and excess Something inside of her tells me she climbs to be the best This you have to respect Stuck in her dead in job And yes she said, some things that she should not say She wonders if I remember I was wasted anyway It's the next week We stop and speak Happens all the times It's like a trend and it totally drives me round the bend These particular times Everyone's out of line it makes no change It's strange Everybody's walking around so deranged. |
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I felt I was one with you,
You probably didn't see, Oh I'm a nervous one, My pain it comes easily. Should I revolve my world around you, Should I revolve my light around you, Claudia, Claudia, You're taunting you're teasing, You know I have feelings too, They're all for you, Claudia, Claudia, Provoking my heart, And I still haven't broken the code, To your heart now, oh no, I blame it on your upbringing, You were made around the side of a van, You call me the trusting one, Trust it comes easy man, Should I revolve my world around you, Should I revolve my light around you, Claudia, Claudia, You're taunting you're teasing, You know I have feelings too, They're all for you, Claudia, Claudia, Provoking my heart, And I still haven't broken the code, To your heart now, to your heart now, whoa whoa whoa. |
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Take your like in your own hands
Walk down the street looking over your shoulder Who will you meet? An it's a big crowd tonight Look at the street lights It's a big crowd tonight Look at the street lights Look at the street lights, what a pretty sight You say that you love me You say that you don't You try to get me to jump through that hoop But I won't I'd like to move city I'd like to move town Cos all you ignorant people, you're bringin me down |
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This is the wasteland, we call this the wasteland,
Where fewer little posh boys can't believe we treasure beer cans. Where'd you get those fans, Found them at the shop man, Peculiar place to find them but they're dedicated View fans. You think it's cynical to this home a miracle, It's not a miracle; we're just so strangely typical, Initiate in one gang, initiations tough man, Imprisonment is on the cards, We're heading for the quick sand. Sign on the brew, coz there's nothing to do, Nothing to do, but listen to you, Not listening to you my parents told me not to, This is the wasteland, our idealistic wasteland, Regurgitated circle of a seven hour shop stand. So steal a car chief, the police are off the beat thief, They'll find it funny when they see insurance relief, Sign on the brew, coz there's nothing to do, Nothing to do, but I listen to you, I'm not listening to you my parents told me not to, Think you're a hard prick, something quite sadistic, No you weren't sadistic when he'd done you with the brick vick, Your land is boring, so very, very boring. Wouldn't dream to wonder if it's raining or it's snowing. This is the wasteland, wasteland... |
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