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The lawns grow plush in the hinterlands
The perfect little setting for the one night stands. The drapes are drawn and the lights are out It's the time to put in practise what you've dreamed about. Well she can show you what you must do To be more like people better than you. Amateur hour goes on and on When you turn pro you know she'll let you know Amateur hour goes on and on When you turn pro you know she tells you so. Girls grow tops to go topless in While we sit and count the hairs that blossom from our chins. Our voices change at a rapid pace I could start a song a tenor and then end as bass. So choose your partners everyone If you hesitate the good ones are gone. Amateur hour goes on and on . . . Dance laugh wine dine and talk and sing But those cannot replace what is the real thing It's a lot like playing the violin You cannot start off and be Yehudi Menuhin. So Amateur hour goes on and on . . . |
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Similar mother, similar father, similar dog, cat and fish
And we'll make the same wish When the birthday candle's lit We'll both be older We won't get our wish Yes, I think that I'm falling in love with myself again Chorus: Yes, I think I'm falling in love with myself again Yes, I think I'm falling Yes, I think I'm falling Yes, I think I'm falling in love with myself again With her hand in my hand and my hand in hers Don't we look a blur Me and her and me and her Hey, kiss her, oh kiss her Our friends do concur Yes, I think that I'm falling in love with myself again Chorus: I can't see with you in front of the mirror staring, staring I can't hear myself think with all that music blaring, blaring Yes, I'm falling Falling, falling Falling, falling yes, I'm falling Yes, I think I'm falling in love with myself again I bring home the bacon and eat it myself Here's to my health Hope that I am feeling well I'm burning the candle at both ends, oh well Yes, I think that I'm falling in love with myself again Chorus: Yes, I think I'm falling in love with myself again Yes, I think I'm falling Yes, I think I'm falling Yes, I think I'm falling in love with myself again |
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Here, there are lots of things to do
And a panoramic view Of the universe completely surrounding you And here you cannot buy souvenirs You're never going back, never, never Basically, I guess it could be worse Yes, I do suppose it could be worse Here, there are many, many sheep And the people only sleep And awake to tell how gory and gruesome was their end And I don't have many friends And it's really very clean and I'm thinking Juliet, you broke our little pact Juliet, I'm never coming back Chorus: Up here in Heaven without you I'm here in Heaven without you Up here in Heaven without you It is Hell knowing that your health will keep you out of here For years and years and years Dear, do you often think of me As you overlook the sea Do I qualify as dearly departed or am I That sucker in the sky The fall guy for the first and the last time Juliet, I thought we had agreed Now I know why you let me take the lead Chorus: Up here in Heaven without you I'm here in Heaven without you Up here in Heaven without you It is Hell knowing that your health will keep you out of here For years and years and years Second thoughts, is that what you had? Second thoughts, first I broke my back Second thoughts, as I hit the sea Second thoughts, for eternity, for eternity, for eternity Chorus: Up here in Heaven without you I'm here in Heaven without you Up here in Heaven without you It is Hell knowing that your health will keep you out of here For years and years and years |
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What do I hear, what do I hear?
Chit-chat, and clinking glass Cheap talk, a lady's laugh After hours What do I see, what do I see? Some sunken hideaway Where people go to play After hours There I'll spend the night Meeting fancy things At bistros and old haunts Trying very hard to sin Then it is day and in a way The pattern's much the same In-spots, a matinee Everyday Blend with the crowd, blend with the loud Hypnotic ebb and flow Until the day goes slowly Into night See the same old crowd At bistros and old haunts 'Til the lights grow dim, The not-so-subtle hint to be gone Chorus: Thank God it's not Christmas When there is only you And nothing else to do Thank God it's not Christmas Where there's just you to do The rest is closed to public view Caroling kids, caroling kids A trifle premature, in tones so rich and pure And crystalline Call for the day, the popular day It's fast approaching now But will the mood allow One dissent If this were the Seine We'd be very suave But it's just the rain Washing down the boulevard Chorus: Popular days, the popular ways Are for the chosen few Not meant for me and you Obviously Popular nights, poplar rites Great things to say and do Aren't said or done by you Obviously If this were Seine We'd be very suave But it's just the rain Washing down the boulevard |
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I tried to tell you in the night
That with a girl like you I could do without guided tours You tried to tell me in the day That your leading exports were textiles and iron ore Chorus: Hasta Manana Monsieur Were the only words that I knew for sure Hasta Manana Monsieur Were the three little words that I knew you'd adore Leaving my syntax back at school I was thrown for a loss over gender and simple rules You mentioned Kant and I was shocked You know, where I come from, none of the girls have such foul tongues Chorus: Hasta Manana Monsieur Were the only words that I knew for sure Hasta Manana Monsieur I'm gonna do it now C'est la vie, c'est la mort, say no more, no no more It's all the same , whether here or there or anywhere There's them who have, and there are the others who have not Kimono my house mon amour I am sure that this motion don't need no accompanying words Guess I was wrong because you've fled Leaving me with my Michelin Guide and half-empty foreign bed Chorus: Hasta Manana Monsieur Were the only words that I knew for sure Hasta Manana Monsieur Were the three little words that I knew you'd adore Hasta Manana Monsieur Were the only words that I knew for sure Hasta Manana Monsieur Were the three little words that I knew you'd adore |
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Albert is smart, he's a genius
Watch Albert putter, an obvious genius Someday he will reassess the world And he'll still have time for lots of girls When he grows up he'll remember us When he grows up we are sure that he'll remember us We made sure that Albert wore his mac We kept all the strangers off his back Chorus: (Go away) Everything's relative (Go away Albert's mother does say to me) We are his relatives and he don't need any non-relatives Talent is an asset You've got to understand that Talent is an asset And little Albert has it Talent is an asset And Albert surely has it One day he'll sever his apron strings All of the while he'll be scribbling things, genius things Look at Albert, isn't he a sight Growing, growing at the speed of light Chorus: (Go away) Everything's relative (Go away Albert's mother does say to me) We are his relatives and he don't need any non-relatives Talent is an asset And little Albert has it Talent is relative That's hypothetical We are his relatives That's parenthetical Spare your superlatives There's the receptacle There's the receptacle Leave Albert's study room Leave Albert's happy home Leave Albert's neighbourhood Leave Albert's city, too Leave Albert's country seat Leave Albert's coun-ter-y Leave Albert's continent Leave Albert's hemisphere Leave Albert's planet, too Leave Albert's universe No one must see him now Only the medical No one must downgrade him Don't be to cynical Don't be to critical Cancel the magazines They're much to political Don't buy him any jeans They're much to casual Talent is relative That's hypothetical We are his relatives That's parenthetical |
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Nothing in the world is perfect
Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear Complaints, it's my department Complaints, it's my department Everything you wear's too tight and clashes with the candlelight Just give it back, no questions asked Nothing in the world is perfect Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear Complaints, stereophonic Complaints, it's ironic How they chatter, how they bore us like some avant- gardish chorus Just give it back, no questions asked I'll dive off the mezzanine if one more points at crooked seams A sign of shoddy workmanship, of Asiatic hands that slipped Just give it back, no questions asked Nothing in the world is perfect Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear Complaints, there's too many hours Complaints, the bosses cower Two weeks free from all complaining, it was due to our complaining Take her to Spain, hear her complain Now she says she is expecting That's my fault for not protecting Her from all the risks of passion She's complaining, she's old-fashioned Just give it back, no questions asked Complaints, it's my department Complaints, it's my department |
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That's how it's gonna be
In my family From the biggest branch to the smallest leaf Still you're gonna see similarity Chorus: In my family That's how it's gonna be That's how its gonna be 'Cause it's my family Gonna live to see post-senility Lots of time to spend with my family Chorus: In my family That's how it's gonna be There you got your Rockefeller There you got your Edward Teller J. Paul Getty is a splendid fellow, but None of them would be in my family Chorus: In my family That's how it's gonna be Family It's like any other family Big and small It's like any other family That's how it's gonna be Before and after me Manufacturing many, many me's Gonna hang myself from my family tree Chorus: In my family That's how it's gonna be |
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I always felt that I had quite a gift as a judge of human character
This is the day and the time and the place and I wonder, wonder where you are Surely, we set it for 3pm Surely, we said it was March the 10th (Equator, Equator) You said you'd meet me there You must be just around the bend All of the gifts are now melted or dead, and I'm, sorry, sorry in advance I'll make it up to you, that I can promise you, if I am given just half the chance God, you'll be laughing, I look a mess But you see I've been half way around this place (Equator, Equator) You said you'd meet me there (Equator, equator) You said you'd be right there (Equator, Equator) Oh, yeah I've got to stop here and rest for a moment, I'm sure that you're not far away You always walked just as slow as you talked, letting me think I could have my way I wasn't fooled for a second, girl I knew it was you who controlled our world (Equator, Equator) You said you'd meet me there (Equator, Equator) You said you'd be right there (Equator, Equator) |
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The lawns grow plush in the hinterlands
The perfect little setting for the one night stands. The drapes are drawn and the lights are out It's the time to put in practise what you've dreamed about. Well she can show you what you must do To be more like people better than you. Amateur hour goes on and on When you turn pro you know she'll let you know Amateur hour goes on and on When you turn pro you know she tells you so. Girls grow tops to go topless in While we sit and count the hairs that blossom from our chins. Our voices change at a rapid pace I could start a song a tenor and then end as bass. So choose your partners everyone If you hesitate the good ones are gone. Amateur hour goes on and on . . . Dance laugh wine dine and talk and sing But those cannot replace what is the real thing It's a lot like playing the violin You cannot start off and be Yehudi Menuhin. So Amateur hour goes on and on . . . |
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Trackback from :: Angst essen Seele auf :: 2009-05-25 19:13:20
Subject : Sparks - Kimono my house
