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Make a new cult every day to suit yours affairs
Kissing girls in English, at the back of the stairs You're a honey, with a following of innocent boys They never know it Because you never show it You always get your way They never know it Because you never show it You always get your way Have you and her been taking of your obessions? Because I met a kid who went through one of your sessions In his blue velour and silk You liberated A boy I never rated And now he's throwing discus For Liverpool And Widnes You liberated A boy I never rated And now he's doing business The stars of track and field, you are The stars of track and field, you are The stars of track and field are beautiful people Could I write a piece about you now that you've made it? About the hours spent, the emptiness in your training You only did it so that you could wear Your terry underwear And feel the city air Run past your body Could I write a requiem for you when you're dead? "She had the moves, she had the speed, it went to her head" She never needed anything to get her round the track But when she's on her back She had the knowledge To get her into college But whe she's on her lack She had the knowledge To get her into college |
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We lay on the bed there
Kissing just for practice Could we please be objective? Cause the other boys are queuing up behind us A hand over my mouth A hand over the window Well, if I remain passive and you just want to cuddle Then we should be ok, and we won't get into trouble Cause we're seeing other people At least that's what we say we are doing How are you feeling? I don't think you can be dealing With the situation very well You take a lover for a dirty weekend, that's ok But when it's over You are looking at the working week in the eyes of a gigolo You're kissing your elbow You're kissing your reflection And you can't understand why all the other boys are going for the New, tall, elegant rich kids I'll admit it is a bitch, kid But if they don't see the quality then it is apparent that You're going to have to change Or you're going to have to go with girls You might be better off At least they know what they're doing We lay on the bed there Kissing just for practice Could we please be objective? Cause the other boys are queuing up behind us A hand over my mouth A hand over the window Well, if I remain passive and you just want to cuddle Then we should be ok, and we won't get into trouble Cause we're seeing other people At least that's what we say we are doing |
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Me and the Major could become close friends cause we
Get on the same train and he wants to talk to me Me and the Major could become close friends cause we Get on the same train and he wants to talk But there is too much history, too much biography between us Me and the Major don't see eye to eye on a Number of things, he'll take a guy like me and then Me and the Major don't see eye to eye on a Number of things, he'll take a guy like me And put him in the army Cause the Queen's own army makes a man of you But he doesn't understand and he doesn't try He knows there's something missing and he knows it's you and I We're the younger generation, we grew up fast All the others did drugs They're taking it out on us They're taking it out on us Me and the Major are from different worlds, but if I get stuck in the lift it's always with a toff Me and the Major are from different worlds, but if I get stuck in the lift it's always with a man Of noble standing who looks down on me like I was never born I think the Major's going quite insane, he goes Along the pavement and comes back again, oh yeah I think the Major's going quite insane, he goes Along the pavement and comes back again Like he is on parade, and he is on parade At least he thinks so Now he is swapping his tent for a sheltered home He doesn't have a family, he is living alone He remembers all the punks and the hippies too And he remembers Roxy Music in seventy-two He doesn't understand and he doesn't try He knows there's something missing and he knows it's you and I We're the younger generation, we grew up fast All the others did drugs They're taking it out on us They're taking it out on us They're taking it out on us I want a dance, I want a drink of whisky so I Forget the Major and go up the town Because the snow is falling |
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Lisa's kissing men like a long walk home
When the music stops Take a tip from me, don't go through the park When you're on your own, it's a long walk home If they follow you Don't look back Like Dylan in the movies On your own If they follow you It's not your money that they're after boy it's you Pure easy listening, settle down On the pillow soft when they've all gone home You can concentrate on the ones you love You can concentrate, hey, now they've gone If they follow you Don't look back Like Dylan in the movies On your own If they follow you It's not your money that they're after boy it's you Yeah you're worth the trouble and you're worth the pain And you're worth the worry, I would do the same If we all went back to another time I will love you over I will love you If they follow you Don't look back Like Dylan in the movies On your own If they follow you Tenderly you turn the light off in your room |
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Fox in the snow, where do you go
To find something you can eat? Cause the word out on the street is you are starving Don't let yourself grow hungry now Don't let yourself grow cold Fox in the snow Girl in the snow, where will you go To find someone that will do? To tell someone all the truth before it kills you They listen to your crazy laugh Before you hang a right And disappear from sight What do they know anyway? You'll read it in a book What do they know anyway? You'll read it in a book tonight Boy on the bike, what are you like As you cycle round the town? You're going up, you're going down You're going nowhere It's not as if they're paying you It's not as if it's fun At least not anymore When your legs are black and blue It's time to take a break When your legs are black and blue It's time to take a holiday Kid in the snow, way to go It only happens once a year It only happens once a lifetime Make the most of it Second just to being born Second to dying to What else could you do? |
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oh! Get me away from here I'm dying
Play me a song to set me free Nobody writes them like they used to So it may as well be me Here on my own now after hours Here on my own now on a bus Think of it this way You could either be successful or be us With our winning smiles, and us With our catchy tunes, and us Now we're photogenic You know, we don't stand a chance Oh, I'll settle down with some old story About a boy who's just like me Thought there was love in everything and everyone You're so naive! After a while they always get it They always reach a sorry end Still it was worth it as I turned the pages solemnly, and then With a winning smile, the boy With naivety succeeds At the final moment, I cried I always cry at endings Oh, that wasn't what I meant to say at all From where I'm sitting, rain Washing against the lonely tenement Has set my mind to wander Into the windows of my lovers They never know unless I write "This is no declaration, I just thought I'd let you know goodbye" Said the hero in the story "It is mightier than swords I could kill you sure But I could only make you cry with these words" |
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Anthony walked to his death because he thought he'd never feel this way again
If he goes back to the house then things would go from bad to worse, what could he do? He wants to remember things exactly as he left them on that Wednesday And if there is something else beyond, he isn't scared because It's bound to be less boring than today It's bound to be less boring than tomorrow Hilary walked to her death because she couldn't think of anything to say Everybody thought that she was boring, so they never listened anyway Nobody was really saying anything of interest, she fell asleep She was into S&M and bible studies Not everyone's cup of tea she would admit to me Her cup of tea, she would admit to no one Her cup of tea, she would admit to me Oh but her cup of tea, she would admit to no one Hilary went to the Catholic Church because she wanted information The vicar, or whatever, took her to one side and gave her confirmation Saint Theresa's calling her, the church up on the hill is looking lovely But it doesn't interest, the only things she wants to know is How and why and when and where to go How and why and when and where to follow How and why and when and where to go How and why and when and where to follow But if you are feeling sinister Go off and see a minister He'll try in vain to take away the pain of being a hopeless unbeliever When she got back, her spirituality was thrown into confusion So she got a special deal on renting From the man at Rediffusion "Look at me! I'm on TV It makes up for the shortcomings of being poor Now I'm in a million pieces", picked up for deliberation By the people listening at home By the people watching on the telly By the people listening at home By the people watching on the telly But if you are feeling sinister Go off and see a minister Chances are you'll probably feel better If you stayed and played with yourse |
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Lovesick on a sunny afternoon
You are tired of stopping in You are waiting for the time Mayfly, woken up when skys are clear I don't mind you coming near Keep me company till she comes again You are the one who's privy to I am the one who's making do Because you saw him in the park Because you saw him at the bridges with the people in the park Cana was the start of something big You were there in the beginning You were there to see him play Mayfly, woken up when sky's are blue I don't mind the sight of you Keep me company till she comes around You are the one who's privy to I am the one who's making do Because you saw him at the celebrations standing at the side He had the moves to save the day But you would love him anyway Lovesick, it came back upon yourself You are the girl left on the shelf You are incapable of playing the fool Longing…so what's different today? You sent the boys and girls away You are concerned with matters lofty But puzzled so it makes you sick Your diary's looking like a bible with it's verses lost in time And lost in meaning for the people who surround you It's a crying shame You know it's a crying shame |
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The boy done wrong again
Hang your head in shame and cry your life away The boy done wrong again Hang your head in shame and cry your life away Are you ok now? Are you ok now? On Saturday I was an angel shining fair You shone louder, longer You put my shine to shame Put me to shame now Put me to shame What is it I must do to pay for all my crimes? What is it I must do? I would do it all the time All I wanted was to sing the saddest songs If somebody sings along I will be happy now The woodland spring will put the darkness from your thinking If this town's your sinking ship Then you know where to jump Talking dirty, for a hobby it's fine So pour another glass of wine I'll think of England this time All I wanted was to sing the saddest songs If somebody sings along I will be happy now |
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Judy wrote the saddest song
She showed it to a boy in school today Judy, where did you go wrong? You used to make me smile when I was down Judy was a teenage rebel She did it with a boy when she was young She gave herself to books and learning She gave herself to being number one Judy, I don't know you if you're gonna show me everything Judy, I don't know you if you're gonna show me everything Judy got a book at school She went under the cover with her torch She fell asleep till it was morning She dreamt about the girl who stole a horse Judy never felt so good except when she was sleeping Judy never felt so good except when she was sleeping Judy, let's go for a walk We can kiss and whatever you want But you will be disappointed You will asleep with ants in your pants Judy, you're just trying to find and keep the dream of horses And the song she wrote was Judy and the Dream of Horses Dream of Horses You dream of horses The best looking boys are taken The best looking boys are staying inside So Judy, where does that leave you? Walking the street from morning to night With a star upon your shoulder lighting up the path that you walk With a parrot on your shoulder, saying everything when you talk If you're ever feeling blue Then write another song about your dream of horses Write a song about your dream of horses Call it Judy And The Dream Of Horses Call it Judy And The Dream Of Horses You dream of horses |
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Trackback from :: Angst essen Seele auf :: 2009-04-10 20:39:24
Subject : Belle and Sebastian - If you`re feeling sinister
