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I was surprised, I was happy for a day in 1975
I was puzzled by a dream, stayed with me all day in 1995 My brother had confessed that he was gay, it took the heat off me for a while He stood up with a sailor friend, made it known upon my sisters wedding day I got married in a rush to save a kid from being deported, now she's in love I was so touched, I was moved to kick the crutches from my crippled friend She was not impressed because I cured her on the Sabbath, so I went to confess When she saw the funny side, we introduced my child bride to whisky and gin The priest in the booth had a photographic memory for all he had heard He took all of my sins and he wrote a pocket novel called "The State I Am In" So I gave myself to God, there was a pregnant pause before ha said ok Now I spend my day turning tables round In Marks & Spencer's, they don't seem to mind I gave myself to sin And I've been there and back again I gave myself to providence The State That I Am In Oh love of mine, would you condescend to help me because I'm stupid and blind? Desperation is the Devil's work, it is the folly of a boys empty mind Now I'm feeling dangerous, riding on city buses for a hobby is sad Lead me to a living end, I promised that I'd entertain my crippled friend |
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| 2. |
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Monday morning wake up knowing that
you've got to go to school Tell your mum what to expect, she says it's right out of the blue Do you went to work in Debenham's, because that's what they expect Start in Lingerie, and Doris is your supervisor And the head said that you always were a queer one from the start For careers you say you went to be remembered for your art Your obsessions get you known throughout the school for being strange Making life-size models of the Velvet Underground in clay In the queue for lunch they take the piss, you've got no appetite And the rumour is you never go with boys and you are tight So they jab you with a fork, you drop the tray and go berserk While your cleaning up the mess the teacher's looking up your skirt You've been used, you're confused Write a song, I'll sing along Are you calm? Settle down Soon you will know that you are sane You're on top of the world again Monday morning wake up knowing that you've got to go to school Mum said she had little choice when she was young, so why should you? Do you went to work in C&A, 'cause that's what they expect Move to Ladieswear and take a feel off Joe the Storeman Tell Veronica the secrets of the boy you never kissed She's got everything to gain 'cause she's a fat girl with a lisp She sticks up for you when you get aggravation from the snobs 'Cause you can't afford a blazer and you're always wearing clogs At the interval you lock yourself away inside a room Heed of English gets you, asks you, "What the Hell do you think you're doing?" "Do you think you're better then the other kids? Well get outside." You've got permission, but you've got to make the bastard think he's right |
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| 2:22 |
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Lisa knows a girl who's been abused
It changed her philosophy in '82 She's always looking for a fight She keeps the neighbours up all night I go to her when I'm feeling slack The girl's using me as a punching bag I think that I could help her out But the girl's got a lot to be mad about And in the first moment of her waking up She knows she's losing it, yeah she's losing it When the first cup of coffee tastes like washing up She knows she's losing it, yeah she's losing Yeah she's losing it Lisa met Chelsea at the knocking school Chelsea didn't feel like following the rules So they left the place for another school Where the boys go with boys and the girls with girls Chelsea was the girl who's been abused It changed her philosophy in '82 She says, "Inch for inch and pound for pound" Who needs boys when there's Lisa round?" And in the first moment of her waking up She knows she's losing it, yeah she's losing it When the first cup of coffee tastes like washing up She knows she's losing it, yeah she's losing it She goes to the mirror to put on her stuff She knows she's losing it, oh yeah she's losing it When she doesn't speak to anyone till four 0' clock She knows she's losing it, yeah she's losing it Oh yeah she's losing it |
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| 4. |
| 3:42 |
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You're just a baby, baby girl
So kiss me on the cheek and then go off to sleep You're just a baby, baby girl So kiss me on the cheek before you know what's sweet You will be working in the morning And I won't be there to see you go off you're head You will be working in the morning And I won't be there to see you go off you're head There must be a reason for all the looks we gave And all the things we never said before So what's the score? Cause there must be a reason for all the looks we gave And all the things we never said before You're just a baby, baby girl So kiss me on the cheek before you go to school You're just a baby, baby girl So kiss me on the cheek before you know what's cool You will be crying in the morning And I won't be there to see you go off you're head Yeah, you will be crying in the morning And I won't be there to see you go off you're head Refrain You're just a baby, baby girl So kiss me on the cheek and then go off to sleep You're just a baby, baby girl So let go of my hand so we can get some sleep I will be leaving in the morning And I won't be there to see you go off you're head Yeah I will be leaving in the morning And I won't be there to see you go off you're head |
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I could be dreaming I could have
ordinary people chasing me from town to town Mission Impossible They've got a spy for every blink of your eye I'm feeling hunted I'm feeling haunted They've got a knife for every time you take the same train into work A family's like a loaded gun You point it in the wrong direction someone's going to get killed If you had such a dream Would you get up and do the things you've been dreaming Is he your husband? Or just your boyfriend? Is he the moron who's been beating you and keeping you inside? I've never done this kind of thing But if I kill him now, who's going to miss him? I went up to the school I went up Castlehill For every step there is a local boy who wants to be a hero Do you want to do it now? Outside the butchers with a knife and a bike chain |
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| 3:27 |
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On a beech tree rudely carved NC
Was here Why did she do it? Was She scared or sad? On a beech Tree rudely carved NC loved me Why Did she do it? Was she bored, or Pushed Do something pretty while You can Don't be a fool Reading The Gospel to yourself is fine Do Something pretty while you can Don't Be afraid Skating a pirouette on Ice is cool On a bus stop in the Town "We Rule The School" Written For everyone to see and read On A bus stop in the town "We Rule The School" Written for everyone With eyes in their head Do something Pretty while you can Don't fall Asleep Driving from California to New York Call me a prophet if You like It's no secret You know The world is made for men You know The world is made for men You know The world is made for men Not us |
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| 5:26 |
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You know my wandering days are over
Does that mean that I'm getting boring? You tell me I'm tired of listening to myself now I'm tired of fixing things for Michael and the rest of them You know my bip-bopping days are over I hung my boots up and then retired from the disco floor Now the centre of my so called being is The space between your bed and wardrobe with the louvre doors louvre doors I said "My celibate days are over" You put me straight on the finer points of my speech rehearsed In the mirror of my steamy bathroom Where the lino tells a sorry story in a monologue monologue * Six months on, the winter's gone The disenchanted pony Left the town with the circus boy The circus boy got lonely It's summer, and it's sister song's Been written for the lonely The circus boy is feeling melancholy melancholy It's got to be fate that's doing it A spooky witch in a sexy dress has been bugging me With the story of the way it should be With the story of Sebastian and Belle the singer I said "My one man band is over" I hit the drum for the final time and I walked away I sew you in Japanese restaurant You were doing it for business men on the piano, Belle You said it was a living Hell You said that it was Hell * Repeat * Repeat |
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| 3:57 |
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I don't love anyone
You're not listening You're playing with something You're playing with yourself I don't love anyone You're not listening even now You're playing with someone You're playing with someone else And if there's one thing that I learned when I was a child It's to take a hiding I don't love anything Not even Christmas Especially not that I don't love anything No, I don't love anyone Maybe my sister Maybe my baby brother too yeah I don't love anyone But if there's one thing that I learned when I was still a child It's to take a hiding Yeah if there's one thing that I learned when I was still at school It's to be alone Out in the street today The kids are playing having fun I pass them by I'm not a kid, no I don't love anyone I met a man today He told me something pretty strange There's always somebody saying something He said, "The world is as soft as lace." But I don't love anyone |
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| 3:30 |
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Mary Jo, sitting alone Drinking
tea, she just got home She wants, I don't know what you want Mary Jo, living alone Drinking gin with the telly on She wants The night to follow day and back again She doesn't want to sleep Well who could blame her if she wants? The night to follow day and back again She doesn't want to sleep Well who could blame her, if she sleeps? Well who could blame her, if she sleeps? Well who could blame her, if she's sleeping? Mary Jo, back with yourself For company, keep telling yourself you're young It'll happen soon Mary Jo, no one can see What you've been through Now you've got love to burn It's someone else's turn to go through Hell Now you can see them come from twenty yards Yeah you can tell It's someone else's turn to take a fall And now you are the one who's strong enough to help them The one who's strong enough to help them The one who's strong enough to help them all Mary Jo, you're looking thin You're reading a book, "The State I Am In" But oh, it doesn't help at all What you want is a cigarette And a thespian with a caravanette in Hull Because life is never dull in your dreams A pity that it never seems to work the way you see it Life is never dull in your dreams A sorry tale of action and the men you left for Women, and the men you left for Intrigue, and the men you left for dead |
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