Prefab Sprout - Swoon (2000) by Prefab Sprout (보컬) on maniadb.com

An outlaw stand in a peasant land, in every face see Judas.
The burden of love is so strange.
The stubborn beast and the priest, are hiding from the captians.
The burden of love is so plain.
Are they happy to see you?
No, you always bring trouble.
Cast a shadow on Mexico-denial doesn't change facts.
Like most I'll cone when I want things done,
please God don't let that change.
The anguish of love at long range.
Should've been a doctor, oh, then they can see what they're getting.

Oh no, don't blame Mexico,
that's the feast that the whisky priest may yet have to forego.
Rob me a colour, make the sound duller, but never go away.

Trough teeth of sharks the Autumn barks, and Winter squarely bites me.
Don't ever do this again.
Dawn breaks in the Southern States, and blindfolded he rests,
the burden of loves last request.
That's the feast that the whisky priest may yet have to forego.

Oh no, don't blame Mexico,
they ask for more than you bargained for and then they ask for more.
Oh no, don't blame Mexico,
that's the feast that the whisky priest may yet have to forego.
They ask for more than you bargained for and then they ask for more.
Rob me a colour, make the sound duller, but never go away.

Some expressions take me back, like ""Hair of Gold"" and
""Sweet Mary"" and ""Running to Me"".
The sweet sweet songs that cloud your eyes - nostalgia supplies.
Loredo hihgstreet buried me - beneath an oak tree.
As This Is To Me: then so to you is something else,
that keeps you up long past your bedtime, tearing hair.
The sweetest moment comes at last - The waitings over,
in shock they stare and cue fanfare.
When Bobby Fischer's plane - plane plane - touches the ground -
plane plane he'll take those Russian boys and play them out of town.
The sweetest moment comes at least - the waitings over,
in shock they stare and cue fanfare.
When Bobby Fischer's plane - plane plane - touches the ground -
plane plane he'll take those Russian boys and play them out of town,
playing for blood as grandmasters should.
Some obsessions take me back, like ""Hair of Golf"" and ""Sweet Mary""
and ""Running to me"".
The sweet sweet songs that cloud your eyes - nostalgia supplies.
Loredo hihgstreet buried me - beneath an oak tree.

Stella Matter, light is failing, making such a fool of thee,
when you'd love to be someone... This is the time, I've set aside.
From selling old rope, and tellingbad jokes, and cul de sac pride.
I've learnt today, while falling apart, the most eloquent way,
to speak or to pray, is straight from the heart.
Oh but to shine like Joan of Arc, you must be prepared to burn.
Take two kinds of look, and one wedding day, now isn't it clear,
there's nothing they'll hear, that you'd want to say.
Forget the style and choose from twelve notes,
in itself it's ajoy, wether it soothes or annoys,
a song starts in the throat.
And if you've no new clothes to wear,
then simply wash and com you hair.
And little green Isaac, you're gonna walk backwards through the room,
does that mean I won't see you?
It means you're gonna walk backwards through the room.
And little green Isaac, I hear you're still wet behind the ears,
Isaacs a soft name, it sounds like a pockeful of rain.
Well up that stairway he rose, and down that stairway he goes.
GGGGreen Isaac GGGGreen Isaac GGGGreen Isaac.

Cruel is the gospel thats sets us all free,
then takes you away from me.
There is no Chicago urban blues, more heartfelt than my lament for you.
I'm a liberal guy, too cool for the macho ache, with a secret tooth,
for the cherry on the cake.
With a pious smile, a smile that changes what I say.
While I waste my time, inregretting that the days,
went from perfect to just O.K.
Lordy, What would I do? Don't call me possessive,
but God if he's smoochin' with you.
I's a jealous boy root, -the world shoyuld be free,
but don't you go following suit my heart is aligned-
it couldn't be neutral, I couldn't be that way inclined.
Its hard to defend, ba ba ba, ba, ba ba,
these feelings tuppentup friend.
Its cruel, ba ba ba, ba ba ba, ba ba ba, ba ba ba,
ba ba Its cruel, ba ba ba, ba ba ba, ba ba ba, ba ba ba,
ba ba Its cruel, its crueler than cruel.
But cruel is the gospel thats sets us all free,
then takes you away from me.
Should a love be tender, and bleed out loud?
Or be tougher than tough, and prouder than proud.
If I'm troubled by every folding of your skirt,
am I guilty of every male inflicted hurt?
But I don't know how to describe the Modern Rose,
When I can't refer to her shape against her clothes.
With the fever of purple prose.
But cruel is the gospel thats sets us all free,
then takes you away from me.
Cruel is the gospel thats sets us all free,
then takes you away from me.
-My contribution, to urban blues.

BO BO BEE, BO BEE, BO BO-BO BEE, BO BEE, BO
I couldn't bear to be special, I couldn't bear, couldn't bear. I couldn't bear, right ?
BO BEE, BO BEE, BO
So don't look at me and say, that I'm the very one, who makes the cornball things occur, the shiver of the fur.
Don't expect so much of me, I'm just an also-ran,
there's a mile between the way you see me and the way I am.
So, don't stare at me that way, of course it gives me pride,
but I won't take on the risk, of letting down the sweet sweet side
Did you mean to humble me ?
So you did it unsuspectingly !
Oh words are trains, for moving past what really has no name.
BO BO BEE, BO BEE, BO
I couldn't bear to be special, I couldn't bear, couldn't bear.
So, don't look at me and say, that I'm the very one, who makes the cornball things occur, the shiver of the fur, right ?

I'm not looking to disturb you,
Just a little to unnerve you.
I have nothing about games
And always looking back.
After the last unholy row
I never, ever play basketball now.
It joins a list of things I'll miss
Like fencing foils and lovely girls
I'll never kiss.

Leave it behind on an overcrowded desk
Where the in-tray is higher
Than the OUT ever will be.
Before the tea rooms fill
With flirting couples call.
Remember to call.
And FLOW, it skips like a river
And it rolls flow,
You'll swear it's a chapel
Isn't that so?
Think of all the things that grew here,
Long before we moved here
All of it good and strong,
And all of it gone.

After that last unholy row
I never, ever play, basketball now
It joins the list of things I'll miss
Like fencing foils, and lovely girls
I'll never kiss.
You may say I've got plenty,
But no one knows how long
Things stay big Roger D.

Sitting alone when her work is through,
These days she's listless
Though that spring sky is blue.
Her parents try but it's not much use.

Her boyfriend left home,
It was late Summertime,
Life was good, they were young,
But glory is purblind,
How could a future like that go wrong?

I know the Mayor
Of this hysterical town,
He worked himself up
From the dirt on the ground.

Now everyone asks him questions and so on.
People consider they've a right to be told,
He just can't imagine
What it is he should know,
People naturally wonder
What it's all leading to

Oh Anne Garland,
You can't call this heartbeat a man.
Too sad you bet
We're all caught in history's web.
But don't cry too soon,
You might as well fall
In love with the Moon.

Oh Anne Garland,
We win or we lose at his hand.
Cars collide and they kill the groom,
Death's neatly spruced for his honeymoon.
Find an answer while I leave the room.

Man made the neon
And he learned how to fly,
But God made the stars
While he fashioned the sky,
Perhaps I should learn
To shut my mouth.

There are those who own,
The world around your own.
And say you want to swan, one to one
Hey kid they own the pond.
There are those who rest,
And those who make the beds,
And should you seek redress
Can't you guess?
Hey child they own this mess.
So if these star-dust memories, fail to please,
If you confuse this dinner dance with elegance,
If you suffer lack of due respect,
Take comfort from the guessing game aspect,
That she is least where you expect.
Please be ashamed that you're afraid,
Equating elegance and real estate.
When all the bullion in the world,
Cannot transform what's simply second rate.
But will yea no come assess me
Boastfully.
I'll not be bought
By your silver plated come to me.
So don't you do come try me.
Because these star-dust memories, fail to please.
They're not alike this dinner dance,
This elegance,
And if you want to swan, one to one
Kid you don't need the pond.
There are those whose time,
Is due for steep decline.
If you can't find the spot,
Where their time stops,
Just ask who built the clocks.

Her husband works in Jodrell Bank,
He's home late in the morning,
Had he been a lawyer,
He wouldn't work for pennies.
In the morning I go walking,
It helps the hurting soften,
I've seen a lot of places,
Cause I miss her very often.
But I could never work there,
What a shame that I'm not clever,
It's for men with horn rimmed glasses,
And four distinguished A Level passes.
What chance so long ago,
I buried something I should know.
Verse and chapter they unfurl,
And sprinkle it upon the world.
Name it.
Technique!
Their eyes don't fill
With wonder when you speak,
And I loathe the stilted
Way you make me speak.
Without recourse to
Lying distortion or cheating.
Technique!
Their eyes don't fill
With wonder when you speak,
And I loathe the stilted
Way you make me speak.