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I bring joy, and I can take you through,
All those days when people seem to get to you. I bring joy, and I come here to you. I bring life, and I can take you where You can see, and feel, and breathe, and touch the air. I bring life and I can take you there. Feelings inside that we keep Out of sight and out of reach Bring us to the things we seek Take your time, remember when you do There are days when people feel the same as you. I bring time, and I can take you through I bring joy... |
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Some people might say my life is in a rut, I'm quite happy with what I
got. People might say that I should strive for more, I'm so happy I can't see the point, something's happening here today, a show of strength with your boys brigade, and I'm so happy and your so kind, you want more money of course I don't mind, to buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes. (chorus) And the public gets what the public wants but I want nothing this society's got, I'm Going Underground, we'll let the brass bands play and feet start to pound, I'm Going Underground. We'll let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow. Some people might get some pleasure out of hate, me, I've had enough already on my plate. Some people might need some tension to relax, me, I'm too busy dodging the flak. What you see is what you get, you've made your bed, you better lie in it. You choose your leaders and place your trust as their lies wash you down and their promises rust, you'll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns. (repeat chorus) We talk and we walk until my head explodes, I turn on the news and my body froze. The braying sheep on the TV screen make this boy shout, make this boy scream going underground... (repeat chorus) (paul Weller |
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Some get the gravy, some get the gristle
Some get the marrow bone Some get nothing though there's plenty to spare Some watch the paint peel, some watch their kids grow Some watch their stocks and bonds Waiting for that big deal American Dream Took my dream down by the sea Sailing yachts and lobster pots and sunshine Logs and sails and shell oil pails Down where the waterskiers glide Some turn to Elvis, some turn to Africa Some turn to rambling round For a clean sky and a drinking stream Who let the greedy in ? Who left the needy out ? Who made the salty sea ? Tell them we're hungry for a sweeter fare Took my dream down by the sea Sailing yachts and lobster pots and sunshine Logs and sails and shell oil pails Down where the waterskiers glide Some get the gravy, some get the gristle Some get the marrow bone Some get nothing though there's plenty to spare Some watch the paint peel, some watch their kids grow Some watch their stocks and bonds Waiting for that big deal American Dream |
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