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| 1. |
| 3:13 | 
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Were you and he Lovers?
and would you say so if you were? on a forecourt on a Friday passing my way Were you and he Lovers? and if you were, then say that you were! on a groundsheet under canvas with your tent-flap open wide A note upon his desk: "P.S. Bring Me Home And Have Me!" Leather elbows on a tweed coat - Oh! - Is THAT the best you can do? So came his reply: "...but on the desk is where I want you!" So I ask (even though I know): were you and he Lovers? |
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| 2. |
| 1:48 |
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An afternoon nostalgia
television show you spoke in silhouette (but they couldn't name you) although the panel were very polite to you but I remembered you from Friday nights 1969 ATV - you murdered every line too old to be a child star too young to take leads four seasons passed and they AXED you nervously juvenile (WON'T SMILE!) What became of you? did that swift eclipse torture you? a star at eighteen and then-suddenly gone down to a few lines in the back page of a teenage annual oh but I remembered you I looked up to you |
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| 3. |
| 3:36 |
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trudging slowly over wet sand
back to the bench where your clothes were stolen this is the coastal town that they forgot to close down armageddon - come armageddon come armageddon - come everyday is like sunday everyday is silent and grey hide on the promenade etch on a postcard: How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here in the seaside town that they forgot to bomb come, come nuclear bomb come, come nuclear bomb! everyday is like sunday everyday is silent and grey trudging back over pebbels and sand and a strange dust lands on your hands (and on your face) everyday is like sunday "win yourself a cheap tray" share some grease-tea with me everyday is silent and grey |
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| 4. |
| 3:55 |
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No no no
he does not want to depress you oh no no no no no he only wants to impress you Bengali in platform she only wants to embrace your culture and to be your friend forever Bengali, Bengali oh shelve your Western plans and understand that life is hard enough when you belong here A silver-studded rim that glistens and an ankle-star that...blinds me a lemon sole so very high which only reminds me, to tell you so I break the news gently I break the news to you gently "Shelve your plans" Bengali, Bengali its the touchy march of time that blinds you don't blame me don't hate me just because I'm the one to tell you that life is hard enough when you belong here life is hard enough when you belong here shelve your western plans life is hard enough when you belong here |
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| 5. |
| 1:40 |
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Angel, Angel
don't take your life tonight I know they take and that they take in turn and they give you nothing real for yourself in return and when they've used you and they've broken you and wasted all your money and cast your shell aside and when they've bought you and they've sold you and they've billed you for the pleasure and they've made your parents cry I will be here BELIEVE ME I will be here ...believe me Angel, don't take your life some people have got no pride they do not understand the Urgency of life but I love you more than life I love you more than life I love you more than life I love you more than life |
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| 6. |
| 7:40 |
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The last night on Maudlin Street
goodbye house goodbye stairs I was born here I was raised here, and ...I took some stick here love at first sight may sound trite but it's true, you know I could list the details of everything you ever wore or said, or how you stood that day and as we spend the last night on Maudlin Street, I say "goodbye house-forever!" I never stole a happy hour around here Where the world's ugliest boy became what you see here I am - the ugliest man Its the last night on Maudlin Street and truly I do love you oh, truly I do love you When I sleep with that picture of you framed beside my bed oh, it's childish and it's silly but I think it's you in my room by the bed (...yes, I told you it was silly...) and I know I took strange pills but I never meant to hurt you oh truly I love you I came home late one night everyone had gone to bed nobody stays up for you when you have sixteen stitches all around your head the last buss I missed to Maudlin Street so, he drove me home in the Van complaining: "Women only like me for my mind..." don't leave your torch behind power-cuts ahead as we crept through the park but no I cannot steal a pair of jeans off a clothesline for you but you...without clothes oh I could not keep a straight face me - without clothes? well a nation turns its back and gags... I'm packed I am moving house a half-life disappears today every slag waves me on (secretly wishing me gone well, I will be soon oh - I will be soon) There were bad times on Maudlin Street when they took you away in a police car dear Inspector - don't you know? don't you care? don't you know - about Love? Your gran died and your mother died on Maudlin Street in pain and ashamed with never time to say those special things I took the keys from Maudlin Street well, it's only bricks and mortar! and...truly I do love you wherever you are wherever you are |
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| 7. |
| 3:56 |
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why do you come here
and why do you hang around? i'm so sorry i'm so sorry why do you come here when you know it makes things hard for me ? when you know, oh why do you come? why do you telephone and why send me silly notes ? i'm so sorry i'm so sorry why do you come here when you know it makes things hard for me ? when you know, oh why do you come ? you had to sneak into my room just to read my diary it was just to see all the things you knew i'd written about you but so many blank pages i'm so very sickened, oh i'm so sickened NOW |
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| 8. |
| 3:55 |
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The strange logic of your clumsiest line
stayed emblazoned on my mind break up the family and lets begin to live our lives I went to see all my friends tonight it wasn't Youth, it wasn't even Life born Old, sadly wise resigned (well, we were) to ending our lives I'm so glad to grow older to move away from those awful times I want to see all my friends tonight Yes you found love but you weren't at peace with your life home late, full of Hate despise the ties that bind oh I'm so glad to grow older to move away from those younger years now I'm in love for the first time and I don't feel bad Let me see all my old friends let me put my arm around them because I really do love them now, does that sound mad? Captain of games, solid framed I stood on the touchline hailstones, driven home in his car - no breaks? I don't mind I'm just so glad to grow older to move away from those darker years I'm in love for the first time and I don't feel bad so wish me luck my friends goodbye |
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| 9. |
| 3:10 |
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here is London, here is London
is it home of the free - or what? can you squeeze me into an empty page of your diary and psychologically save me I've got faith in you I sense the power in the fingers within an hour the power can totally destroy me (or, it could save my life) here in London 'home of the brash, outrageous and free' you may be repressed but your remarkably dressed is it Real? and we're all so busy busy scissors hairdresser on fire all alone, Sloane Square oh you're far too busy to see me "busy, busy" hairdresser on fire's half day.... Was a client overcautious he made you nervous and when he said "I'm going to sue you" I really felt for you so can you squeeze me into an empty page of your diary and supernaturally change me CHANGE.....CHANGE ME..... |
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| 10. |
| 3:17 |
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Ordinary boys, happy knowing nothing
happy being no one, but themselves Ordinary girls, supermarket clothes who think it's very clever to be cruel to you for you were so different you stood all alone and you knew that it had to be so avoiding ordinary boys happy going nowhere, just around here in their rattling cars and ordinary girls never seeing further than the cold, small streets that trap them but you were so different you had to say no when those empty fools tried to change you, and claim you for the lair of their ordinary world where they feel so lucky so lucky, so lucky with their lives laid out before them they're so lucky, so lucky so lucky, so lucky |
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| 11. |
| 2:28 |
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I don't mind
I never left an impression on anyone I don't mind if you forget me Having learned my lesson So now you send me your hardened 'regards' Sincerely I must tell you When once you'd send me 'Love' Your mild 'best wishes' I don't mind I don't mind if you forget me Having learned my lesson They make me suspicious I never left an impression on anyone The pressure to change, to move on And very strong Was strange I really do understand BYE BYE So this is why I tell you I don't mind if you forget me No no no no no no no It may not eat you but it will beat you You can only be strong for so long So this is why I tell you I really don't understand This time IS CRUEL REJECTION IS ONE THING BUT REJECTION FROM A FOOL REJECTION IS ONE THING IS CRUEL BUT REJECTION FROM A FOOL I don't mind if you forget meAnd I don't mind if you forget me |
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| 12. |
| 3:42 |
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Further into the fog I fall
well, I was just following you! when you said: "Do as I do and scrap your fey ways" (dial-a-cliche) "grow up, be a man, and close your mealy-mouth!" (dial-a-cliche) But the person underneath where does he go? does he slide by the wayside? or...does he just die? when you find that you've organized your feelings, for people who didn't like you then and certainly don't like you now yet still you say: "Do as I do and scrap your fey ways" (dial-a-cliche) "grow up, be a man, and close your mealy-mouth!" (dial-a-cliche) "the Safe way is the only way! there's always time to change, son!" yes well I've changed but I'm in pain! dial-a-chiche |
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| 13. |
| 2:28 |
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Let the right one in
Let the old dreams die Let the wrong ones go They cannot They cannot They cannot do what you want them to do Oh ... Let the right one in Let the old dreams die Let the wrong ones go They do not They do not They do not see what you want them to Oh ... Let the right one in Let the old things fade Put the tricks and schemes (for good) away Ah ... I will advise Ah ... Until my mouth dries Ah ... I will advise you to ... Ah ... let the right one slip in Slip in Slip in And when at last it does I'd say you were within your rights to bite The right one and say, "what kept you so long ?" "What kept you so long ?" Oh ... |
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| 14. |
| 2:16 |
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Pashernate love
In any form Whether real or a dream Pashernate love Could make your system erupt Into wild blisters and boils Oh, as for me It still doesn't understand me It wouldn't lay one single finger on me Pashernate love Could make your Grandmother zoom Roller-skating back from the grave Pashernate love Could make your old Daddy feel Like he may have a reason to live Oh, as for me It still doesn't understand me And it wouldn't lay one single finger on me I'm always there It's always elsewhere Whoah, Pashernate love Oh, where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? |
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| 15. |
| 2:43 |
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I'm calling you from the foyer
Of the Sands Hotel Where the men and the women Are acquainted quite well And the drunkards keep on drinking And oh, my room is cold I'm disputing the bill I will sleep in my clothes And you, my invalid friend You slam the receiver when you say "If I had your limbs for a day I would steam away" I'm calling you from the foyer Of this awful hotel Where the slime and the grime Gel And I cannot - or, I do not And oh, my room is cold And I'm envying you never having to choose And you, my invalid friend You slam the receiver when you say "If I had your limbs for a day I would steam away" I'm calling you from the foyer Of the Sands Hotel It's not low-life, it's just people Having a good time And oh, my invalid friend Oh, my invalid friend In our different ways we are The same |
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| 16. |
| 3:07 |
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our unsleepable friend
gets the message on an ill-wind 'all your friends and your foes would rather die than have to touch you TO SAY THE LEAST truly disappointed truly, truly, truly drank too much said too much and there's nowhere to go - but down young boy - i wanna help you SEE THESE LINES?: truly disappointed truly, truly, truly don't talk to me now about people who are "nice" 'cause i have spent my WHOLE LIFE in RUINS... because of people who were "nice" this world may lack style, i know but each bud must blossom and grow young girl one day we really will be old but the thing is: i love you NOW this is the last song i will ever sing no i've changed my mind again GOODNIGHT AND THANK YOU |
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| 17. |
| 4:51 |
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How many times have I been around?
Recycled papers paving the ground Well, she lives for the written word And people come second, or possibly third And there is no style, but I say "well done" To the girl least likely to Oh, deep in my heart, how I wish I was wrong But deep in my heart, I know I am not And there's enough gloom in her world, I'm certain Without my contribution So I sit, and I smile, and I say "well done" To the girl least likely to Page after page of sniping rage An English singe or an American tinge "There's a publisher," she said, "...in the new year" (It's never in this year) I do think this, but I can't admit it To the girl least likely to So one more song with no technique One more song which seems all wrong... And oh, the news is bad again See me as I am again And the scales of justice sway one way In the rooms of those least likely to Oh, deep in my heart, how I want to be wrong But the moods and the styles too frequently change From twenty one to twenty five, from twenty five to twenty nine And I sit, and I smile, and I say "well done" To the girl least likely to Oh, one more song about The Queen Or standing around the shops with thieves "But somebody's got to make it!" she screams "So why why can't it be me?" But she would die if we heard her sing from the heart Which is hurt So how many times will I shed a tear? And another stage of verse to cheer When you shine in the public eye, my dear Please remember these nights When I sit and support with a dutiful smile Because there's nothing I can say So chucking, churning, and turning the knife On everything (except their own life) And a clock somewhere strikes midnight And an explanation - it drains me If only there could be a way There is a different mood all over the world A different youth, unfamiliar views And dearest, it could all be for you So will you come down and I'll meet you? And with no more poems, with nothing to hear Oh darling, it's all for you... Darling, it's all for you... Oh darling, it's all for you... Oh darling, it's all for you... |
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| 18. |
| 4:49 |
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Again
I lay awake And I cried because of waste I'd love to (But only with you Only with you) Oh, time is gonna wipe us out There, I've said it loud and clear So that you will hear There's no one in view Just you Just you And time will never wipe you out Now I've had enough I've had more than could be My rightful share Of nights I can't bear How can it be fair ? Time must wipe them out So, again, I lay awake In a trance Oh, I just want my chance But only with you Only with you That's all That's all Aah... |
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| 19. |
| 3:10 |
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Michael's bones
Lay where he fell Face down on a sports ground Oh... He was just somebody's luckless son Oh, but now look what he's done Oh, look what he's done Your gentle hands are frozen And your unkissed lips are blue Your thinning clothes are hopeless And no one was mad about you Michael's bones Were very young But they were never to know Oh... Impetuous fun Mr. Policeman I don't know where you get such notions from His gentle hands are frozen And his unkissed lips are blue But his eyes still cry And now you've turned the last bend And see - are we all judged the same at the end? Tell me, tell me Oh, you lucky thing You are too brave And I'm ashamed of myself As usual Oh... |
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| 20. |
| 3:42 |
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I'm standing in the dock
With my innocent hand on my heart I've changed my plea I've changed my plea to guilty Because freedom is wasted on me See how your rules spoil the game Outside there is a pain Emotional air raids exhausted my heart And it's safer to be inside So, I'm changing my plea And no one can dissuade me Because freedom was wasted on me See how your rules spoil the game Something I have learned If there is one thing in life I've observed It's that everybody's got somebody Ooh no, not me So I've changed my plea to guilty And reason and freedom is a waste It's a lot like life |
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