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You said you wanted some space ...
Well is this enough for you? ... This is what you've waited for ... No dust collecting in the corners ... No cups of tea that got cold before you drank them ... Tonight ... travelling at the speed of thought ... We're going to escape into the stars ... It doesn't matter if the lifts are out of order ... Or the car won't start ... We're rising up ... above the city ... over forests ... over fields ... Rivers and lakes ... into the clouds ... and up above us ... The whole universe is shining a welcome ... Did you ever really think this day would happen ... After days trying to sell washing-machines on your own? ... It looked like we never left the ground ... But we're weightless ... floating free ... We can go wherever we want ... solar systems ... constellations ... galaxies ... I'll race you to the nearest planet ... How may times have you wished upon a star? ... Now you can touch it ... you can touch the stars ... Go on ... don't be afraid ... 'I only wanted some space' ... Well is this enough for you? ... Is it ? ... Well the stars are bright ... but they don't give out any heat ... The planets ... are lumps of rock ... floating in a vacuum ... Yeah, space is cold ... when you're on your own ... I think it's time to go home ... pulling my strings ... Like a kite that flew too high ... and now it's time to come down ... Look out below ... Wait 'til I get back ... You can see something ... You can see space ... but now I know ... it's O.K. ... Space is O.K. ... but I'd rather ... I'd rather get my ... I'd rather get my kicks down below ... oh yeah ... come on ... |
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| 2. |
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Ba bababa ba bababa ...
Yeah yeah yeah yeah The night was ended He needed her undressed He said he loved her She tried to look impressed After the break-up It's just something you do to stop the night-time from falling down on you The world is ending, the sky is falling down She's at the station because she's leaving town Oh you could stop her if you get out of bed She wants to see you at least that's what she said You've got a minute at the very most and she's gone gone gone gone gone yes she's going away Oh yes she's going away Oh yes she's going away, oh yes she's going away And now it's over 'cos I just saw the end I saw the credits, I turned around and then I saw her running coming back to me The sky exploded but I couldn't see The world is ending, the sky is falling down She's at the station because she's leaving town Oh you could stop her if you get out of bed She wants to see you at least that's what she said You've got a minute at the very most and she's gone and she's gone and she's gone Oh yes she's going away Ba bababa ba bababa ... Yeah yeah yeah yeah ... |
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Well it happened years ago
when you lived on Stanhope Road. We listened to your sister when she came home from school 'cos she was two years older and she had boys in her room. We listened outside and heard her. Alright. Well that was alright for a while but soon I wanted more. I want to see as well as hear and so I hid inside her wardrobe. And she came round four and she was with some kid called David from the garage up the road I listened outside I heard her. Alright. Oh I want to take you home. I want to give you children. You might be my girlfriend, yeah. When I saw you next day I really couldn't tell 'cos you might go and tell your mother. And so you went with Neve and Neve was coming on And I thought I heard you laughing when his Mum and Dad were gone. I listened outside, I heard you. Alright. Oh I want to take you home...etc. Well I guess it couldn't last too long. I came home one day and all her things were gone, I fell asleep inside. I never heard her come. And then she opened up her wardrobe and I had to get it on. Oh, listen we were on the bed when you came home, I heard you stop outside the door. I know you won't believe it's true, I only went with her 'cos she looks like you. Oh I want to take you home...etc. |
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After many weeks in the wilderness
we came upon a strange, exotic life. A land of happy hours where the skies are grey and the food exceptionally greasy. We drank strange brown liquids, and our stomachs swelled up like balloons. A thousand fake orgasms every night behind thick draylon curtains. They go on and on and on and on. Oh! We sank back into long PVC sofas. Outside dogs roamed the streets and the roof-tops, plus it would rain But now we've grown so fat we can no longer pass through the door. Stay we must, sprouting black hair beneath bry-nylon underwear. Yes, you will stay; these nights of suburbia go on and on and on and on and on and on and on. They go on and on and on and on and on and on and on. Yeah, oh, I'm feeling greasy. Oh, I can't hear you. Oh, you're fading away. Oh no. Oh... |
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| 5. |
| 3:39 |
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The trouble with your brother,
he's always sleeping with your mother And I know that your sister missed her time again this month Am I talking too fast or are you just playing dumb? If you want I can write it down It should matter to you but aren't you the one with your razzmatazz and the nights on the town? Oh-oh-oh Oh you knew it and you blew it didn't you babe? I was lying when I asked you to stay now no-one's gonna care If you don't call them when you said And he's not coming round tonight to try and talk you into bed And all those stupid little things they ain't working No they aren't working at all oh You started getting fatter three weeks after I left you Now you're going with some kid looks like some bad comedian Are you gonna go out, are you sitting at home eating boxes of Milk Tray? Watch TV on your own, aren't you the one with your razzmatazz and your nights on the town? Oh-oh-oh And your father wants to help you doesn't he babe? But your mother wants to put you away Now no-one's gonna care ]if you don't call them when you said And he's not coming round tonight to try and talk you into bed And all those stupid little things they ain't working Oh they aren't working at all Oh well I saw you at the doctor's waiting for a test You tried to look like some kind of heiress but your face is such a mess And now you're going to a party and you're leaving on your own Oh I'm sorry but didn't you say that things go better with a little bit of razzamatazz? Na na nana na na na... and now no-one's gonna care if you don't call them when you said And he's not coming round tonight to try and talk you into bed Now it's half past ten in the evening and you wish that you were dead 'cos all those stupid little things No they ain't working, oh they aren't working at all. |
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| 6. |
| 8:32 |
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Intake Manor Park The Wicker Norton Freshville Hackenthorpe Shalesmoor Wombwell Catcliffe Brincliffe Attercliffe Ecclesall Woodhouse Wybourn [At this point, Candida starts talking...] Pitsmoor Badger Wincobank Crookes Walkley Broomhill Oh! [Candida, quoting from some book] 'I was only about eleven when this happened. We were living in a big block of flats with a central courtyard. All the bedroom windows opened onto this court, and sometimes in the middle of the night, in that building it sounded like a mass orgy. I may have only been eleven, but no-one had to tell me what all that moaning and yelling was about. I'd lie there mesmerised, listening to the first couple. Invariably, they'd wake up other couples, and like some kind of chain reaction, within minutes the whole building was fucking. I mean, have you ever heard other people fucking, and really enjoying it? It's a marvellous sound. Not like in the movies, but when it's real. It's such a happy, exciting sound.' The city is a woman Bigger than any other Oh, sophisticated lady Yeah, I wanna be your lover (not your brother, not your mother, yeah) The sun rose from behind the gasometers at six-thirty a.m. Crept through the gap in your curtains And caressed your bare feet poking from beneath the floral sheets. I watched it flaking bits of varnish from your nails Trying to work it's way up under the sheets. Jesus! Even the sun's on heat today; the whole city getting stiff in the building heat. I just want to make contact with you Oh that's all I wanna do I just want to make contact with you Oh that's all I wanna do Ow Now I'm trying hard to meet her but the fares went up at seven She is somewhere in the city somewhere watching television-acap |
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I saw you standing at the stop in your crochet halter top and your sky-blue training bra I know you're gonna go too far You're driving all the boys insane down by the sports hall in the rain Chewing-gum, a navy dress, a purple shirt and all the rest Oh there's stacks to do and there's stacks to see and there's stacks to touch And there's stacks to be, so many ways for you to spend your time Such a lot that I know/ that you've got ah-ah I heard you let him touch too much on the back seat of the bus Did you stay over at his place? And did you do it? Was he ace? The world is bigger every day and you've always got something to say And you've always got somewhere to go It's getting faster don't you know? And there's stacks to do and there's stacks to see And there's stacks to touch and there's stacks to be So many ways for you to spend your time Such a lot that I know that you've got ah-ah Oh there's stacks to do and there's stacks to see Oh yes stacks to touch and there's stacks to be So many ways for you to spend your time Such a lot that I know that you've got Places to go and faces to kiss and boys to confuse Are the boys good to miss? There's so many ways for you to spend your time Such a lot that I know that you've got yeah I know that you've got oh I know that you've got You got it! |
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Susan catches the bus into town at ten-thirty a.m. She sits on the back seat. She looks at the man in front's head and thinks how his fat wrinkled neck is like a large carrot sticking out from the collar of his shirt. She adds up the numbers on her bus ticket to see if they make twenty-one, but they don't. Maybe she shouldn't bother going to school at all, then. Her friends will be in the yard with their arms folded on their chests, shielding their breasts to try and make them look bigger, whilst the boys will be too busy playing football to notice. The bus is waiting on the High Street when suddenly it begins to rain torrentially and it sounds like someone has emptied about a million packets of dried peas on top of the roof of the bus. "What if it just keeps raining," she thinks to herself, "and it was just like being in an aquarium except it was all the shoppers and office-workers that were floating passed the window instead of fish?" She's still thinking about this when the bus goes passed Caroline Lee's house where there was a party last week. There were some German exchange students there who were very mature; they all ended up jumping out of the bedroom window. One of them tried to get her to kiss him on the stairs, so she kicked him. Later she was sick because she drunk too much cider. Caroline was drunk as well; she was pretending she was married to a tall boy in glasses, and she had to wear a polo-neck for three days afterwards to cover up the love-bite on her neck. By now the bus is going passed the market. Outside is a man who spends all day forcing felt-tip pens into people's hands and then trying to make them pay for them. She used to work in the pet shop, but she got sacked for talking to boys when she was supposed to be working. She wasn't too bothered though, she hated the smell of the rabbits anyway. "Maybe this bus won't stop," she thinks, "and I'll stay on it until I'm old enough to go into pubs on my own. Or it could drive me to a town where people with black hair drink Special Brew and I can make lots of money by charging fat old men five pounds a time to look up my skirt. Oh, they'll be queuing up to take me out to dinner... " I suppose you think she's just a silly girl with stupid ideas, but I remember her in those days. They talk about people with a fire within and all that stuff, well, she had that alright. It's just that no-one dared to jump into her fire; they would have been consumed. Instead, they put her in a corner and let her heat up the room, warming their hands and backsides in front of her, and then slagging her off around town. No-one ever really got inside Susan, and, and, she always ended up getting off the bus at the terminus and then walking home. |
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There's a picture by his first wife on the wall Stripped floor-boards in the kitchen and the hall A stain from last week's party on the stairs No one knows who made it or how it ever got there They were dancing with children round their legs Talking business, books and records, art and sex All things being considered you'd call it a success You wore your black dress oh-oh oh-oh... He's an architect and such a lovely guy and he'll stay with you until the day you die And he'll give you everything you could desire Oh well almost everything everything that he can buy So you sometimes go out in the afternoon Spend an hour with your lover in his bedroom hear old women rolling trolleys down the road Back to Lyndhurst Grove Lyndhurst Grove Oh. |
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