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Paper bags and plastic hearts
All are belongings in shopping carts It's goodbye But we got one more night Let's get drunk and ride around And make peace with an empty town We can make it right Throw it away Forget yesterday We'll make the great escape We won't hear a word they say They don't know us anyway Watch it burn Let it die Cause we are finally free tonight Tonight will change our lives It's so good to be by your side But we'll cry We won't give up the fight We'll scream loud at the top of our lungs And they'll think it's just cause we're young And we'll feel so alive Throw it away Forget yesterday We'll make the great escape We won't hear a word they say They don't know us anyway Watch it burn Let it die Cause we are finally free tonight All of the wasted time The hours that were left behind The answers that we'll never find They don't mean a thing tonight Throw it away Forget yesterday We'll make the great escape We won't hear a word they say They don't know us anyway Throw it away Forget yesterday We'll make the great escape We won't hear a word they say They don't know us anyway Throw it away Forget yesterday We'll make the great escape We won't hear a word they say They don't know us anyway Watch it burn Let it die Cause we are finally free tonight |
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Jubilee slouches in his settee
He's losing all will to move He got dippy, too much telly He watching 24 hours of rubbish He got butane, he got plastic bags His eyes are going square - oh yeah He's no raver, just anti-social He not going to cut his hair He dresses incorrectly No one told him how Seventeen He not mean enough He dresses incorrectly No one told him how Seventeen He not keen on being like Anyone else Jubilee's dad, Billy Banker, Thinks his son's a slob Should get out more, stop scabbing, He really should go and get a job He dresses incorrectly No one told him how to do it Seventeen He's not mean enough He dresses incorrectly No one told him how, where to go But he just don't get out enough He dresses incorrectly No one told him how to do it, talk to girls But he's just to spotty He dresses incorrectly No one told him how Seventeen He not keen on being like Anyone else So he just plays on his computer game! He dresses incorrectly No one told him how to do it Seventeen He's not mean enough He dresses incorrectly No one told him how, where to go But he just don't get out enough He dresses incorrectly No one told him how to do it, talk to girls But he's just too spotty He dresses incorrectly No one told him how to do it, Seventeen He's not keen on being like anyone He's not being like anyone Jubilee is not like Anyone else choco♡ |
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A fervoured image of another world
Is nothing in particular now And imitation comes naturally But I never really stopped to think how And everyone is a clever clone A chrome coloured clone am I So in the abscence of a way of life Just repeat this again and again...and again Hey, hey come out tonight Hey, hey come out tonight Popscene, all right I’m leaving town to run away Right into your twisted arms No queues and there’s no panic there Just dangling your feet in the grass My lack of natural luster now Seems to be losing me friends So in the abscence of a way of life Just repeat this again and again...and again Hey, hey come out tonight Hey, hey come out tonight Popscene! Hey, hey come out tonight Hey, hey come out tonight Popscene, all right Hey, hey come out tonight Hey, hey come out tonight Popscene! |
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She said there's ants in the carpet
Dirty like monsters Eating all the morsels Picking up the rubbish Give her effervescence She needs a little sparkle Good morning tv You're looking so healthy (chorus) And we all say Don't want to be alone We wear the same clothes Because we feel the same And kiss with dry lips When we say goodnight End of the century... it's nothing special Sex on tv Everybody's at it And the mind gets dirty As you get closer to thirty He gives her a cuddle They're glowing in a huddle Good night tv You're all made up And you know that (chorus) Can you eat her yes you can (chorus) |
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Tracy Jacks
(Tracy Jacks) works in civil service (Tracy Jacks) it's steady employment (Tracy Jacks) it's a golfing fanatic (Tracy Jacks) but his put is erratic (Tracy Jacks) saw a harley street doctor (Tracy Jacks) who prescribed healthy living (Tracy Jacks) but he's getting past forty (Tracy Jacks) and all the seams are splitting Everyday he got closer He knew in his heart he was over I'd love to stay here and be normal But it's just so overrated (Tracy Jacks) left home without warning (Tracy Jacks) at five in the morning (Tracy Jacks) got on the first train to walton (Tracy Jacks) and stood on the seafront (Tracy Jacks) threw his clothes in the water (Tracy Jacks) and ran around naked (Tracy Jacks) got stopped by the police (Tracy Jacks) and escorted back home Everyday he got closer He knew in his heart he was over I'd love to stay here and be normal But then it's just so overrated Tracy Jacks Tracy Jacks Tracy Jacks Tracy Jacks And then it happened on a tuesday morning Tracy Jacks bulldozed down the house he lived in Saying it's just so overrated Tracy Jacks Tracy Jacks Tracy Jacks Tracy Jacks Everyday he got closer He knew in his heart he was over I'd love to stay here and be normal But it was always overrated |
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All these dirty words
They make us look so dumb Been drinking far too much And neither of us mean what we say (chorus) Well you and I Collapsed in love And it looks like we might have made it, yes it looks like we've made it to the end What happened to us Soon it will be gone forever Infatuated only with ourselves And neither of us can think straight anymore (chorus x 2) |
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They stumbled into their lives
In a vague way became man and wife One got the other They deserved one another They settled in a brand new town With people from the same background They kept themselves busy Long hours left them dizzy Now when He's in She's out All you ever do is fade away All you ever do is fade away He's not making plans 'Cos now they understand All you ever do is fade away He noticed he had visible lines She worried about her behind Their birth had been the death of them It didn't really bother them Now when She's in He's out All you ever do is fade away All you ever do is fade away She's not making plans 'Cos now she understands All you ever do is fade away When he's in She's... All you ever do is fade away All you ever do is fade away They're not making plans 'Cos now they understand He must learn to forget 'Cos this is all you'll ever get All you ever do is fade away |
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Churchill Got his lucky number
Tomorrow there's another Could be me Could be you No silver spoon Sticky teeth, they rot too soon You've got to have the best tunes Or that's it You've blown it All we want is to be happy In our homes like happy families Be the man on the beach with the world at his feet Yes, it could be you Thelikely lads Are picking up the uglies Yesterday they were just puppies Beery slurs Now life's a blur Telly addicts You should see them at it Getting in a panic Will we be there Trafalgar Square? All we want is to be happy In our homes like happy families Be the man on the beach with the world at his feet Yes, it could be you Could be me Could be you Should be me Should be you But don't worry If it's not your lucky number 'Cos tomorrow there's another Could be you Could be me |
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Stereotypes
The suburbs they are dreaming They're a twinkle in her eye She's been feeling frisky since her husband said goodbye She wears a low cut T-shirt Runs a little B&B She's most accomodating when she's in her lingerie Wife-swapping is your future You know that it would suit ya Yes They're stereotypes There must be more to life All your life you're dreaming And then you Stop dreaming From time to time you know you should be Going on another bender The suburbs they are sleeping But he's dressing up tonight She likes a man in uniform He likes to wear it tight They're on the lovers' sofa They're on the patio And when the fun is over Watch themselves on video The neighbours may be staring But they are just past caring Yes The stereotypes There must be more to life All your life you're dreaming And then you Stop dreaming Time to time you know You're going on another bender Yes There must be more to life Than stereotypes |
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She's fly, flesh and bone
No tucks or silicone She's touch smell sight taste and sound But somehow I can't believe that anything should happen I know we're right below and nothing's gonna happen, yeah 1-Cause she's so high High above me, she's so lovely She's so high Like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, or Aphrodite She's so high High above me First class, fancy free, she's high society She's got the best of everything Why could a guy like me ever really offer? She's perfect as she can be, why should I even bother, ah ha (repeat 1) She comes to speak to me I freeze immediately Cause what she says sounds so unreal Cause somehow I can't believe that anything should happen I know we're right below and nothing's gonna happen (rpt 1) She's so high High above me |
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It’s six o’clock on the dot and I’m half way home
I feel foul mouthed as I stand and wait for the underground And a nervous disposition doesn’t agree with this I need something to remind me that there’s something else You need a holiday, somewhere in the sun With all the people who are waiting, there never seems to be one Say something, say something else Say something, say something else Advertisements are here for rapid persuasion If you stare too long you lose your appetite A nervous disposition doesn’t agree with this You need fast relief from aches and stomach pains I need a holiday, somewhere in the sun With all the people who are waiting, there never seems to be one Say something, say something else Say something, say something else You can have our holidays, yes ladies and gentlemen, for one day only, a special offer You need a holiday, somewhere in the sun With all the people who are waiting, there never seems to be one Say something, say something else Go on! Say something, say something else Say something, say something else Say something, say something else |
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Grandma needs new dentures
To eat the crust on pizza Been taken out by her daughter Because she thought she oughta The kids are eating Snickers Because they're so delicious Then there's sticky fingers And mother loses her knickers Bank holiday comes six times a year Days of enjoyment to which everyone cheers Bank holiday comes with a six pack of beer Then it's back to work A-G-A-I-N Barbecue is cooking Sausages and chicken The patio is buzzing And neighbours, they are looking John is down the fun pub Drinking lots of lager Girls and boys are on the game And all the high streets look the same Bank holiday comes six times a year Days of enjoyment to which everyone cheers Bank holiday comes with a six pack of beer Then it's back to work A-G-A-I-N Back to work A-G-A-I-N Bank holiday comes six times a year Days of enjoyment to which everyone cheers Bank holiday comes with a six pack of beer Then it's back to work A-G-A-I-N Bank holiday |
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He's a twentieth century boy
With his hands on the rails Trying not to be sick again And holding on for tomorrow London ice cracks on a seamless line He's hanging on for dear life So we hold each other tightly And hold on for tomorrow Singing La la, la la la La la la la la la la la x3 Holding on for tomorrow ...oh, oh, oh, oh, oh... She's a twentieth century girl With her hands on the wheel Trying not to make him sick again Seeing what she can borrow London's so nice back in your seamless rhymes But we're we're lost on the Westway So we hold each other tightly And hold on for tomorrow Singing La la, la la la La la la la la la la la x3 Holding on for tomorrow Trying not to be sick again And holding for tomorrow She's a twentieth century girl Hanging on for dear life So we hold each other tightly And hold on for tomorrow Singing La la, la la la La la la la la la la la x3 Holding on for tomorrow Jim stops and gets out the car, goes to a house in Emperor's gate, Through the door and to his room, Then he puts the TV on, Turns it off and makes some tea, Says Modern Life Is Rubbish I'm Holding on for tomorrow, Then Susan comes into the room, She's a naughty girl with a lovely smile, Says let's take a drive to Primrose Hill, It's windy there and the view's so nice, London ice can freeze your toes Like anyone I suppose I'm Holding on for tomorrow.. |
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(So the story begins)
City dweller Successful fella Thought to himself: 'Oops, I've got a lot of money Caught in a rat race Terminally I'm a professional cynic But my heart's not in it I'm paying the price of living life at the limit Caught up in the century's anxiety' Yes, it preys on him He's getting thin (Try the simple life) He lives in a house A very big house In the country Watching afternoon repeats And the food he eats In the country He takes all manner of pills And piles up analyst bills In the country Oh, it's like an animal farm That's the rural charm In the country He's got morning glory and life's a different story Everything's going Jackanory Touched with his own mortality He's reading Balzac, knocking back Prozac It's a helping hand that makes you feel wonderfully bland Oh, it's a century's remedy For the faint at heart A new start (Try the simple life) He lives in a house A very big house In the country He's got a fog in his chest So he needs a lot of rest In the country He doesn't drink, smoke, laugh Takes herbal baths In the country You should come to no harm On the animal farm In the country (Blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don't know why) |
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This Is a Low
And into the sea goes pretty england and me Around the bay of biscay and back for tea Hit traffic on the dogger bank Up the thames to find a taxi rank Sail on by with the tide and go asleep And the radio says (chorus) This is a low But it won't hurt you When you are alone it will be there with you Finding ways to stay solo On the tyne forth and cramity There's a low in the high forties And saturday's locked away on the pier Not fast enough dear On the malin head, blackpool looks blue and red And the queen, she's gone round the bend Jumped off land's end (chorus x 3) |
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this is my work place
and these are the people I work with yuko and hiro we work together we work for the company that works to the future they will protect us we work together I never see you we are never together i'll love you forever I drink in the evenings it helps with relaxing I can't sleep without drinking we drink together from monday to saturday I go to my workplace but on sunday we are together yuko and hiro |
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Moscow's still red
The young man's dead Gone to heaven instead The evening news Says he was confused The motorways will all merge soon Lottery winner buys the moon They've come to save us The space invaders are here He thought of cars And where Where to drive them Who to drive them with There There was no-one no-one There's panic at London Heathrow Everybody wants to go Up into the blue But there's a ten year queue Columbia is in top gear It shouldn't snow this time of year America's shot She's gone and done the lot He thought of planes And where Where to fly to And who to fly there with And there There was no-one No-one |
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Primal evil what am I
Tongue-tied until the day I die There's no love made with mermaids It's just distraction or so they say And I'm too tird to care about it Can' t you see it in my face my face When I feel this strange can I go through this again It's a sorry state you're getting in The same excuse is wearing thin There's no self control left in me What was not will never will be And I'm too tired to care about it Can't you see it in my face my face When I feel this strange can I go through this again |
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Who maddest one on the M1
Who hasn't stopped sucking his thumb Who very straight and never grins Who cares what car he's driving in He is because he saw it on a commercial break And if he doesn't get what he wants Then he get a headache 'Cos he needs it Wants it Almost Loves it He's here on his own On globe alone Here on his own Who joined health club to glisten Into hi-fi precision Who mobile phone gives him the bone Who very keen on Sharon Stone And then he says... Who eats at the new brasserie Who only ever gets merry Who wouldn't be seen at bedtime Without putting Calvin Klein's on |
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Confidence is a preference for the habitual voyeur of what is known as... (Parklife!)
And morning soup can be avoided if you take a route straight chrough what is known as... (Parklife!) John's got brewer's droop, he gets intimidated by the dirty pigeons - they love a bit of it. (Parklife!) Who's that gut lord marching? You should cut down on your porklife, mate, get some exercise! (Parklife!) CHORUS: All the people So many people And they all go hand in hand Hand in hand through their parklife Know what I mean? I get up when I want, except on Wednesdays, when I get rudely wakened by the dustmen. (Parklife!) I put my trousers on, have a cup of tea, and I think about leaving the house. (Parklife!) I feed the pigeons, I sometimes feed the sparrows too. It gives me a sense of enormous well-being. (Parklife!) And then I'm happy for the rest of the day, safe in the knowledge there will always be a bit of my heart devoted to it. CHORUS Parklife - Parklife! Parklife - Parklife! It's got nothing to do with your vorsprung durch technic, you now. Parklife - Parklife! And it's not about you joggers who go round and round and round... Parklife - Parklife! chorus 두번 반복 |
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This is the next century
Where the Universal's free You can find it anywhere Yes, the future's been sold Every night we're gone And to karaoke songs How we like to sing along 'Though the words are wrong It really, really, really could happen Yes, it really, really, really could happen When the days they seem to fall through you Well, just let them go No-one here is alone Satellite's in every home Yes, the Universal's here Here for everyone Every paper that you read Says tomorrow's your lucky day Well, here's your lucky day It really, really, really could happen Yes, it really, really, really could happen If the days they seem to fall through you Well, just let them go |
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