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I choose my friends only far too well
I'm up on the pavement, they're all down in the cellar With their government grants and my I.Q. They brought me down to size, academia blues Louise is a girl, I know her well She's up on the pavement, yes she's a weather girl And I'm staying up here so I may be undone She's inappropriate, but then she's much more fun and When she smiles my way My eyes go out in vain She's got perfect skin Shame on you, you've got no sense of grace, shame on me Ah just in case I might come to a conclusion Other than that which is absolutely necessary And that's perfect skin Louise is the girl with the perfect skin She says turn on the light, otherwise it can't be seen She's got cheekbones like geometry and eyes like sin And she's sexually enlightened by cosmopolitan and When she smiles my way My eyes go out in vain For her perfect skin Yeah that's perfect skin She takes me down to the basement to look at her slides Of her family life, pretty weird at times At the age of ten she looked like greta garbo And I loved her then, but how was she to know that When she smiles my way My eyes go out in vain She's got perfect skin Up eight flights of stairs to her basement flat Pretty confused huh, being shipped around like that Seems we climbed so high now we're down so low Strikes me the moral of this song must be there never has been one ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By COLE, LLOYD <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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julie said we drink far too much coffee
wine and cigarettes and we never get no sleep i first met them at a riverboat party both of them were speeding i would say i lived on the edge of all this indulgence taking notes and trusting in prudence julie said to jim why don't we jump in while the water is cool and we are still friends some say that they o.d.'d on leonard cohen well i can see that river whenever i think about them the river is cruel and the water is deep and blue i was working then on my great unfinished novel please let introduce myself my name is ronald i was okay there until i lost my cool now let me introduce you to the rest of the crew it wasn't my style to find surf in my eye it was much more my style to find sand in my eyes though there is absolutely no truth to be discovered albeit truth then is nothing to be found we academics are not easily discouraged lloyd you know wits they come three to the pound julie said to jim look at the state we're in it was never her intention to conclude anything it wasn't my style to find surf in my eye it was much more my style to find sand in my eyes it was just not my style to find surf in my eye it was much more my style to get sand kicked in my eyes sand in my eyes ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By COLE, LLOYD <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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Jodie wears a hat although it hasn't rained for six daysShe says a girl needs a gun these daysHey on account of all the rattlesnakesShe looks like Eve marie saint in on the waterfrontShe reads Simone de Beauvoir in her American circumstanceShe's less than sure if her heart has come to stay in San JoseAnd her never-born child still haunts herAs she speeds down the freewayAs she tries her luck with the traffic policeOut of boredom more than spiteShe never finds no trouble, she tries too hardShe's obvious despite herselfShe looks like Eve Marie Saint in on the waterfrontShe says all she needs is therapy, yeahAll you need is, love is all you needJodie never sleeps 'cause there are always needles in the hayShe says that a girl needs a gun these daysHey on account of all the rattlesnakesShe looks like Eve Marie Saint in on the waterfrontAs she reads Simone de Beauvoir in her American circumstanceHer heart, heart's like crazy pavingUpside down and back to frontShe says "ooh, it's so hard to loveWhen love was your great disappointment."
------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By COLE, LLOYD/CLARK, NEIL ROBERT Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing |
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She crossed herself as she put on her thingsShe has promised once before not to live this wayIf she don't calm down she will burn herself outLike a forest fire, well doesn't that make you smileIf you don't slow down, I swear that I'll come roundAnd mess up your place, let's go for a spinThey say we shouldn't even know each otherAnd that we'll be undoneDon't it make you smile like a forest fireI believe in love, I'll believe in anythingThat's gonna get me what I want and get me off my kneesThen we'll burn your house down, don't it feel so goodThere's a forest fire every time we get togetherHey pick you up, put you downRip you up and spin you roundJust like we said we would'cause we're a forest fireBelieve you me, we'll tear this place downIf we get caught in this wind, then we could burn the oceanIf we get caught in this scene, we're gonna be undoneIt's just a simple metaphorIt's for a burning loveDon't it make you smile like a forest fire
------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By COLE, LLOYD <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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I was looking for a rhyme for the New York TimesWhen I sensed I was not aloneShe said "do you know how to spell 'audaciously'?"I could tell I was in loveAnd so I forced a smile contrary to my styleAnd she looked into my eyesShe said "do you want to go heaven,Or would you rather not be saved?Here comes my trainI'm on my way, will you not see?I don't need your sympathyI won't read your poetry, oh sweetness pleaseSo she took me back to her basement flatWhich was down on Charlotte StreetThough it was never my intentionWe were not intense, not least because--"Well. if you must just take, then I'm a piece of cake"That is what she said to meAnd so I gave myself to her charityWell at least that's how it seemedHere comes my trainI'm on my way, what got into me?I don't need your sympathyI won't read your poetry, oh bittersweetsI was looking for a rhyme for the New York Times when I was distractedYes, those were precious times together that we wastedNow I'm working hard for my union cardI must be leaving Charlotte StreetThough it was never my intention to stay so longSo long
------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By LLOYD COLE Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing |
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She drove her mother's car, 'twas a deux chevalI was most impressed by the casual dressI was most impressedInside her rented room colored deepest blueI suppose we found some kind of happinessTo fill the emptinesswe were simply wasting precious timeHiding from the cruelest summer sun she drove her mother's car to get away from meHeaven knows that I, I can sympathizeOh I can sympathizeOh we were never close, if the truth were toldAll we ever shared was a taste in clothes Oh we were never closewe were simply losing everythingUnderneath the cruelest london sun
------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By LLOYD COLE <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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I was woken up at four a.m. by your screams and anguished cries
Your mother was singing in the bathroom, she will never be my child Oh baby talks in her sleep so loud We're living four flights up but I swear right now it feels like underground Well you have absolutely no common sense, yes I know that's your charm You spend the whole day on the phone, you say well it helps you stay calm You cling to my arm, yes I know that's your charm And when I ask you what you want you say do you mind hey crocodile Well then could you give me some peace, you say well maybe for a while Sometimes you know you could almost be a child Oh must you tell me all your secrets When it's hard enough to love you knowing nothing We're living four flights up but I swear right now it feels like underground You are your own worst enemy, so don't expect my sympathy Oh go back to your mother's house and cry your little heart out You can drive them back to town in a beat-up grace kelly car Looking like a friend of truman capote, looking exactly like you are Yes, yes I know that's your charm So don't ask me if I want you, only ask me if I must I been blown around so long, don't know which senses to trust Oh no, but I know that I must Oh must you tell me all your secrets When it's hard enough to love you knowing nothing We're living four flights up but I swear right now it feels like underground ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By LLOYD COLE/LAWRENCE DONEGAN <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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early in the morning, just by the break of day
well that's when my patience went away she took her bags but she left all her clothes she took her keys and left me out in the cold wearing a plastic coat and the pressures of life through lack of patience i get the pressures of her patience is a girl that i hate to love the way i do, but i do she wakes me up in the morning through squeaking in my dreams she took her bags but she left all her clothes she took her keys and left me out in the cold all because of patience i get the pressures of life through lack of patience i get the pressures of her she beat me up and left me out in the pouring rain without no keys, without no reason to go back again she left me empty-handed, she left me empty-hearted not no money, not nothing but the blues all because of patience i get the pressures of life through lack of patience i get the pressures of her she said the one thing that she needs is happiness i don't believe that she's happy 'til she sees that i'm in distress no, all because of patience i get the pressures of life through lack of patience i get the pressures of her and i swoon ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By LLOYD COLE/BLAIR COWAN <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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| 2:45 |
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You will never be no good
No you will never be no good D'you know what I'd do if I could Chop you up into firewood Because you have sinned far too many times You have sinned far too many times And you will pay for all your crimes You will never be no good Not not ever no good You know it's hard to sympathise You know it's hard to sympathise When you never tell nothing but lies And it's hard to sympathise You say you're born in the barrel of a gun Some say you're born in the barrel of a gun You were your mother's seventh son And no excuse could be a good enough one And don't you love her madly You want to be her daddy Well that won't do you no good You might just slip into the priesthood You will never be no good No you will never be no good D'you know what I'd do if I could And then we'd all receive a knighthood You'll never be no good ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By COLE, LLOYD/COWAN, BLAIR <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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