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Me and the wind are celebrating your loss
Me and the wind are pulling kites and pushing tress Me and the wind are celebrating your loss Me and the wind are feeling freer than air should ever be Should ever be should ever be should ever And when you lured me into your syrup All I could think of was what a lovely way for me to go I never really realised that Just like the struggling summer flies that I was drowning no matter how sweet or how slow Have I been such a fool Have I been sitting on your stool While you cracked the whip While you cracked the whip I danced imprisoned in your drumbeat Your tune of spring had me whirling like a mad march Merry hare It never really came to mind that The strings of your instrument were strangling me Inside their snare Have I been such a fool Have I been sitting on your stool While you held the hoop While you held the hoop Now that I'm out and I'm shouting in doorways Freed from a love more like murder I should be singing but in liberation Feel like a ship with no rudder Me and the wind are celebrating your loss Have I been such a fool |
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| 2. |
| 4:35 |
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Battery brides, ha ha have you ever tried
To break out of your waiting room And find yourself a waiting groom Ba ba ba ba battery brides Ba ba ba ba battery brides She left school with a million others And worked in a store part time She dreams of a husband and a lover Doesn't realise she's on the production line of ... |
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| 2:40 |
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What makes you wander far
Don't know who you are Now if the vibe is right I'll go out tonight Cause it's Buzzcity talking it's Buzzcity talking Go and find a late night bar If I'm not back, leave the door ajar It's Buzzcity talking Talking to me We have sickness in our hair We have time to spare You close another door Break another law when it's Fast, night goes fast Oh! Oh! Oh |
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| 4. |
| 2:53 |
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Across a crowded room
I first set eyes on you My vision was impaired Obstructed out of view By those - faces in a crowded room them - bodies in a crowded room their - breathing in a crowded room and their - pushing me out down the fire escape In the crowded room I won't touch too much I felt the punch of a punch The language was enough To send me running etc |
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| 2:59 |
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He makes a beeline for the place
Where he gets his only ace Sometimes he's standing in the rain Oh Gene Kelly's hat and cane He has the Rhythm in his head He has the Rhythm, sing! It's chaotic at the bar B & O those sweaty drops We are all mesmorized To the thing we have inside Inside, outside, eastside, West We kill the beast Yourside, myside, worlds collide, yes We kill the beast |
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| 3:04 |
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Are you receiving me?
You are deceiving me I know, see I know When we're out walking Your mouth ain't where it's supposed to do the talking When we're in kissing Your lips are missing, are they out on loan to someone else Are you listening? I put it in a letter, what could be better? I put it in a note, one night I wrote I put it in a telegram, just like the son of Sam Babe there's something missing Your TV's just hissing |
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| 3:02 |
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You better watch your tape boys
It's the tint that angers the beast Got their sails in the sunset they've already got the east Red red red Don't you let them make you Don't let them make you see ... red You better watch your lead boys it's already in your veins Did you ever see the colour iron turns when it rains It's not a gross infatuation It's not a fear, it's not a crush It's not any special nation But even now they make me blush |
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| 4:36 |
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I spoke to your boss this morning He asked why you weren't home? I said sir they left without warning You won't even get them on the telephone They're in Beatown, it's a capital city and all roads lead to Beatown, beatown I spoke to your owner this lunchtime He asked why you weren't home? I said they thought it was hunchtime You won't even see them standing on their own Beatown, it's a capital city and all roads lead to Beatown, beatown He says he wants his money back sir He says you're all communists sir I said they beat you fair and square sir They use the head, and not the fist Beatown, beatown |
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| 4:40 |
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Everybody lives somewhere
Mud hut or igloo But what I got is the hottest spot And it's away from you Everybody says something Truth lies or both But dear all your hot air Don't encourage my growth Do you wonder why I look so fresh Do you wonder why I look so tall Do you wonder why you'll never ever move me Life is good in the greenhouse Rather be a plant than be your Mickey Mouse Life is good in the greenhouse Everybody eats something But you won't eat me You won't get me on your plate Or have me over for tea Everybody lives somewhere Mud hut or igloo But what I got is the hottest spot And it's away from you |
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| 2:03 |
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J.U.M.P.I.N.G. jumping in Gomorrah, I'm religion free
J.U.M.P.I.N.G. jumping in Gomorrah, I'm religion free Bring your horn of plenty Gold calves, if you got 'em We'll get stuck in history All aboard for Sodom, Bring your burning bush, Harlots if you're able We'll get stuck in history Next stop tower of Babel J.U.M.P.I.N.G. All aboard for Sodom |
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| 11. |
| 2:20 |
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I dunno wot she got
I dunno wot she got I dunno what she got but it seems to have a grip upon me No telling where she learn the things she do to me And I don't know what she done wrong but I want to hurt her (wanna) take it out on her Take it out on her Take it out on her With my weapon She's so exacting that she tells me when I go wrong She doesn't value the attention she receives She says I'm taking all the time but I'm not returning (that's right) 'Do this' but she won't do that Lying beside me like a parcel of fat Hot love - cold sweat - feel her beneath me wanna crush her to death She tries to justify the people who despise me She puts her finger on things she knows will hurt And I can't defend myself till we turn the lights off then I dunno wot she got - my weapon My stinking weapon |
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| 12. |
| 4:25 |
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In the car park
In the lamplight Go for a walk Clock him shiv-fight Sodium-a-shine on All the faces white now And he got his Docs on Bottle out all right now As you might say Him super-tuff In the corner In the cold rain Sting like iodine In my brain Fist you til you fall down Hit him back make him mad Really hard. Really fast Have you ever been had? ('Cos he's having you now) Super-tuff But also tender |
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| 13. |
| 3:39 |
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I am the audience
There's no doubt, no consequence I could make the morning papers If I use my capers Let's be the Audience I might lose my patience Polite applause excepted To the ones selected, as the audience... Oh I ... am the audience No doubt, no consequence Cause I'm the Audience Let's be the audience I might lose my patience Polite applause excepted To the ones selected I am the audience Breakdown the pretence No longer be silent Let's turn to violence I am the Audience |
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