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SWEET CATATONIA - Catatonia
Chance dreams that cut across the bed, leaving colours there instead See lines that draw it to an end - ignore them And if I say how I feel again, is it wise to do it? Or like hearing for the umpteenth time, some despise Don't you fall asleep there's lots of things I need to say that just won't keep Sweet sweet sweet sweet catatonia, I should have told you (ah ah) Sweet sweet sweet sweet catatonia, I should have told you (ah ah) And with my fears in the back of my mind, will they gang up on me? And when I least expect them to they'll devour me Don't you turn aside, your tired ears must hear me out - there's nowhere to hide Sweet sweet sweet sweet catatonia, I should have told you (ah ah) Sweet sweet sweet sweet catatonia, I should have told you (ah ah) Don't you turn aside, your tired ears must hear me out - there's nowhere to hide Sweet sweet sweet sweet catatonia, I should have told you (ah ah) Sweet sweet sweet sweet catatonia, I should have told you (ah ah) Sweet sweet sweet sweet catatonia, I should have told you (ah ah) (And with my fears in the back of my mind, will they gang up on me?) Sweet sweet sweet sweet catatonia, I should have told you (ah ah) (And when I least expect them to they'll devour me) |
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LOST CAT - Catatonia
Lost cat in Arthur Street, black and white If you go, I'll come without a fiiiiiiight I'm sick of hearing damning words of you come cursing through my head And I'm too proud to sit here,chasing time, wasting things we shared, Or thought we had. You said, I'm you digging a home Truth is, you left a long time agoooooooo But you can turn it on and play the innocent, though you've been caught. And I'm too proud to sit here, saying everything is how it was. Never been this sure. Take it from where you want to grow, there's always tomorrow. I'd rather have you smile than have you fall, no matter where you go. Ten men in trial of love succeed All those in Arthur Street will walk freeee. And you can turn it on and play at anything you ever wanted to. Cos you're not dull and I'm not strong enough to carry on wondering How we're gonna see this through. |
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You've got a lot to answer for, but baby I love you. (x2)
If it turns to blue, what are we gonna do If it stays on white, will it be alright. If it all turns sour, it's too late The CSA are bound to find you soon. If you wanna talk, then talk about it You could talk all night if you wanted You could talk all night and day, but I'd think by now you know exactly How to end up here are you looking for the sun? are you looking out for me? [Walk down an A string from C to G] You've got a lot to answer for, but baby I love you. (x2) You said I got the looks Well I got the means Let's get together, mix each other's genes Let's get together, mix each other's genes Can't buy myself a future, My DNA will be past it's sell by date are you looking for a son? [Walk down an A string from C to G] C are you holding out for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee? |
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O'r seddau gwag
Daw'r lleni i fynu byth eto Yn araf deg Mae'r gweddill yn llithro agor (Wyt ti wedi sylweddoli fod y rhai sy'n edrych arnat ti trwy'r welltin yn ffol?) Ond mae'r oriau yn ffoi Rhaid disgwyl yn hir yw goddef Crwydiwr, rho ben i'r cystadleuaeth Rho taw i'r siarad man Dimbran, estynies di'n rhy uchel Ti'n welw ymffrosgar ti'n llwfr a ti'n wag Cefnigen pur Gwnaeth dy fam di byth d'alw di'n warthus Ysblenydd ffug Dy gynnydd ar ddiwedd y don Ac fe gollaist di'r cynllun I dagu'n foddhaus mewn poen Dehonglai hyn Mae dy wydd yn bygwth dim Crwydiwr, rho ben i'r cystadleuaeth Rho taw i'r siarad man Dimbran, Estynais di'n rhy uchel Ti'n welw ymffrosgar ti'n llwfr a ti'n wag Wyt ti wedi sylweddoli fod y rhai sy'n edrych arna ti trwy welltin yn ffol, ffol Ysgwyd llaw am heno ...... siwr am ddod nol |
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Forgive me if I seem
To be impatient and obscene It's just I'd like to fall so flat And hear the voices shouting back Tinkerbell should have waited before turning on the TV show Tinkerbell should have waited before turning on the TV show As orange buffoons dance They booked a fakir in advance Left purple jungles in a trance To raise their nepotistic chance Tinkerbell should have waited before turning on the TV show Tinkerbell should have waited before turning on the TV show Tinkerbell should have waited before turning on the TV show She should have waited, she should have waited before the show The TV show . . . the TV show The TV show . . . the TV show (La la la la la la) So you want to be a star? Tell the monkey where you are, Mimic monkey media (the TV show . . . the TV show) Did you fly into a rage? Did you lust for centre stage? Mimic monkey media (the TV show . . . the TV show) Did you yearn to leave your mark? Did you swear that you'd go far? Mimic monkey media (the TV show . . . the TV show) If you want to be a star Tell the monkey where you are Mimic monkey media (the TV show . . . the TV show) La la la la la la la la la la la la |
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I'd rather be liberated, I find myself captivated
Stop doing what you . . . Keep doing it too . . . I'd rather stay bold and lonely, I dream I'm your one and only Stop doing what you . . . Keep doing it too . . . Things are getting strange, I'm starting to worry This could be a case for Mulder and Scully Things are getting strange, now I can't sleep alone I'd rather be jumping ship, I find myself jumping straight in Stop doing what you . . . Keep doing it too . . . Forever be dozy and dim, I wake myself thinking of him Stop doing what you . . . Keep doing it too . . . My bed is made for two and there's nothing I can do So tell me something I don't know If my head is full of you is there nothing I can do? Must we all march in two by two by two? Things are getting strange, I'm starting to worry This could be a case for Mulder and Scully Things are getting strange, now I can't sleep alone And as for some happy ending, I'd rather stay single and thin Stop doing what you . . . Keep doing to me Things are getting strange, I'm starting to worry This could be a case for Mulder and Scully Things are getting strange, now I can't sleep alone here Things are getting strange, I'm starting to worry This could be a case for Mulder and Scully Things are getting strange, now I can't sleep alone So what have you got to say about that? And what does someone do without love? And what does someone do with love? And what have you got to say about that? |
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If all you've got to do today is find peace of mind
Come round you can take a piece of mine And if all you've got to do today is hesitate, Come here, you can leave it late with me. You could be taking it easy on yourself You should be making it easy on yourself Cause you and I know, It's all over the front page, you give me road rage, Racing through the best days, It's up to you boy you're driving me crazy, Thinking you may be losing your mind. If all you've got to prove today is your innocence, Calm down, you're as guilty as can be, If all you've got to lose alludes to yesterday, Yesterday's through, now do anything you please. You could be taking it easy on yourself You should be making it easy on yourself Cause you and I know, It's all over the front page, you give me road rage, Racing through the best days, It's up to you boy you're driving me crazy, Thinking you may be losing your mind. You're losing your mind. You, you've been racing through the best days You, you've been racing through the best days. Space age, road rage, fast lane, And if all you've got to do today is find peace of mind Come here, you can take a piece of mine. You could be taking it easy on yourself You should be making it easy on yourself Cause you and I know, It's all over the front page, you give me road rage, Racing through the best days, It's up to you boy you're driving me crazy, Thinking you may be losing your mind. But you and I know, We all live in the space age, coming down with road rage, Racing through the best days It's up to you boy you're driving me crazy, Thinking you may be losing your mind. It's not over, it's not over, it's not over, It's not over, it's not over, it's not over, you and I know We all live in the space age, you give me road rage, Racing to the best days It's up to you boy you're driving me crazy, Thinking you may be losing your mind. Losing your mind [to fade] |
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I'm cured - hurrah!
I never thought it would be this easy Cured - bizarre How abstinence can wipe the slate clean I'm through with that It ain't my time, I'm rewarded poorly I'm cured - hurrah! I no longer feel the urge If lust is sin then what price our extinction? Yes, it's all starting to make sense I'm cured - hurrah! I care what I wear but it never suits me Cured - hurrah! The rash is gone and I'm seeing clearly Cured - hurrah! I no longer feel the urge and so I'm cured - hurrah! But what a beautiful disease If lust is sin then what price our extinction? Yes, it's all starting to make sense Evolution's blind to the future Evolution's blind to the future Evolution's blind to the future Evolution's blind to the future I'm cured - hurrah! I never thought it would be this easy Cured - bizarre I lost my way but now I see clearly I'm through with that It ain't my time, I'm rewarded poorly I'm cured - hurrah! I no longer feel the urge If lust is sin then what price our extinction? Yes, it's all starting to make sense You no longer hold my gaze The past it is erased I'm cured |
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It was strange glue that held us together
While we both came apart at the seams She said your place or mine While we've still got the time So I played along with her schemes But i don't have the right to be with you tonight So please leave me alone with no saviour in sight I will sleep safe and sound with no body around me When faced with my demons I clothe them and feed them And I'll smile, yes I'll smile as they're taking me over And if I cannot sleep for the secrets I keep It's the price I'm willing to meet The end of the night never comes too quickly for me But i don't have the right to be with you tonight So please leave me alone with no saviour I will sleep safe and sound with no body around me When faced with my demons I clothe them and feed them And I'll smile, yes I'll smile as they're taking me over And if I cannot sleep for the secrets i keep, It's the price I'm willing to steal Oh the end of the night never comes too quickly for me And I'll smile The end of the night never comes too quickly for me I'll smile, smile, smile as they're taking me over I'll smile, The end of the night never comes too quickly for me Never comes too quickly for me |
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Deffrwch Cymru cysglud glwad y gan,
Dwfn yw'r gwendid bychan yw y fflam creulon yw'r cynheuaf, per yw'r don 'da alaw'r alarch unig yn fy mron Every day when I wake up I thank the lord I'm Welsh Every day when I wake up I thank the lord I'm Welsh ........................Cymraes swil Pan darganfyddais gwir paradwys Rhyl Every day when I wake up I thank the lord I'm Welsh thank the lord I'm thank the lord I'm Welsh Deffrwch Cymru cysglud glwad y gan, Dwfn yw'r gwendid bychan yw y fflam Every day when I wake up I thank the lord I'm Welsh Every day when I wake up I thank the lord I'm Welsh Every day when I wake up I thank the lord I'm Welsh Every day when I wake up I thank the lord I'm thank the lord I'm thank the lord I'm Welsh |
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Her treasured chest was sunken
Equally cursed and blessed In her Versace dress Too eager too impress A vision filled her soap sud hell Twin tub on spin Lets all her daydreams in And how she wants away from him She's on it She's a millionaire She's on it She's got it She's a millionaire High street prams Chariot scene from Ben Hur Push chair rage A customised roll bar cage Will help baby come of age So what's in the pram Is it teen death? Bazooka the check-out queue There's no need to argue About who was in front of who She's on it She's a millionaire She's on it She's got it She's a millionaire The ad begs "Buy bottled water" But we know that it tastes of piss Should be getting our tampons free DIY gynaecology She's on it She's a millionaire She's on it She's got it She's a millionaire |
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Storm the palace
Storm the palace Turn it into a bar Let them work in Spar Storm the palace Storm the palace Turn it into flats Make them all ex-pats Coz tourism is congestion Tourism is congestion Storm the palace Storm the palace You can stick your OBE I'll sort out your bad Feng Shui Coz tourism is congestion Tourism is congestion Storm the palace |
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Bulimic Beats - Catatonia
I thought we'd escape I packed a fishing line and counted on it I thought we'd escape I packed a fishing line and counted on it But dreaming is for moonrise And moonlight ails these tired eyes I treat him like a lady I treat him as I would he unto me Give Rose rose-seller a run for her money With silicone and poetry But it's the end of me I thought it could change I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange I couldn't get there Behind his wall of Sunday papers I thought it could change I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange But dreaming is for moonrise And moonlight ails these tired eyes I treat him like a lady I treat him as I would he unto me Give Rose rose-seller a run for her money With silicone and poetry And it's the end of me Here I am Here I am And here I stand Here in my kitchen where I'm familiar with every brand Here I am A front line with labels where I witness custards last stand Here I am |
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My name is Mary-Anne
But they all call me Frances I saw the coast was clear Do you mind me being near?... I've seen faces in high places Messing up for good Say what am I doing here What am I doing here?... What say you're feeling meek Saw the writing on the wall Feel sad and blue... Paradise is close at hand In images of elsewhere I've seen faces in high places Messing up big style... I log on for company My ISP comforts me Goodbye Godspeed I can't give you what you need If I've sounded distant thus far It's cos' I'm as lost as you are... Paradise is close at hand In images of elsewhere... Goodbye Godspeed I can't give you what you need If I've sounded distant thus far It's cos' I'm as lost as you are... Goodbye Godspeed I can't give you what you need If I've sounded distant thus far It's cos' I'm as lost as you are... |
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Did you find that some
Autumn day Your life was in disarray Forlorn for good? Did you do what your parents done? Find some mad equilibrium Now I can say honestly You're a masculine travesty For-warned is for-armed Your purple patch came and went All those love letters never sent He was the mother of misogyny, mother of Mother of m-i-s-o-g-y-n-y, misogyny Mother of, mother of misogyny, misogyny You're so much a part of me It's life's greatest tragedy Unarmed and undone Still you do what you always done Find some mild equilibrium He was the mother of misogyny, mother of Mother of m-i-s-o-g-y-n-y, misogyny Mother of, mother of misogyny, misogyny |
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Both born of lust and deceit
We are lovers who will Never meet Once fate put us in the Same room When you knew not of me Nor I of you Something inside dies... And we don't stand Up to scrutiny But we spin by and by the by A great pain finds Numb haven, humdrum And we spin by and by the by Something inside dies... Me and my imaginary friend Have been going round The bend for some time now For some time now... And me and Timmy Turd Are having trouble being heard Through the background hum Above the background hum... And me and Barry C are Going down to Connah's Quay For all your Telecaster dreams A Telecaster is all you need... Me and my imaginary friend Have been going round the Bend for some time now For some time now... And me and Timmy Turd Are getting trouble being heard Through the background hum Above the background hum... And me and Barry C are Going down to Connah's Quay For all your Telecaster dreams A Telecaster is all you need... Something inside dies... |
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Small wonder you've not heard from her
She's gone now, back in England She got spirit, will go farther But she can't see the romance in the colour of your schemes The colour of your schemes . . . oh But you know and I that all girls are fly And all men must die for their cars Why blunder? there's no wonder You've been feeling six foot under Make it happen, you: it could happen But don't forget to turn the light off if you're last to leave If you're last to leave here 'Cos you know and I that all girls are fly And all men must die for their cars And you know and I that all men are fly And all girls must die, or something to fade |
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