| RELEASE DATE: | 2005-12-16 |
| DURATION: | 102:32 |
| # OF TRACKS: | 26 |
| ALBUM TYPE: | 정규, studio |
| GENRE/STYLE: | 팝
락 |
| ALSO KNOWN AS: | - |
| INDEX: | 44 |
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INTRODUCTION
영국이 낳은 최고의 밴드, 가장 실험적이고 독특한 음악을 한다는 평을 받는 포스트 펑크의 거장 "GANG OF FOUR"! 오리지널 멤버로 재녹음, 2CD로 발매되는 이번 앨범 [RETURN THE GIFT] 에는 그들의 주옥같은 앨범에서 발췌한 기록들과 "YEAH YEAH YEAHS", "HOT HOT HEAT ", "NO DOUBT"의 "토니 카날" 등이 리믹스한 버전이 수록되어 더욱 소장가치가 높다. "NEIL YOUNG", "MORRISSEY" 등을 제치고 'INSPIRATION AWARD'를 수상한 "갱 오브 포"의 뛰어난 음악 세계를 엿볼 수 있는 명반. ....  .... 
TRACKS
| Disc 1
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1. |
| 3:59 |
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In my arms we shall begin with none of the rocks well there's no charge
In this land right now some are insane a million charge
To hell with poverty we'll get drunk on cheap wine
To hell with poverty the check will arrive we'll turn the boast again
To hell with poverty the check will arrive we'll turn to boast again
In my arms we shall begin with none of the rocks and there's no charge
In this land right now some are insane a million charge
To hell with poverty we'll get drunk on cheap wine
To hell with poverty
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2. |
| 3:27 |
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The change will do you good
I always knew it would
Sometimes I? thinking that I love you
But I know it? only lust
Your kiss so sweet
Your sweat so sour
Your kiss so sweet
Your sweat so sour
Sometimes I? thinking that I love you
But I know it? only lust
The sins of the flesh
Are simply sins of lust
Sweat? running down your back
Sweat? running down your neck
Heated couplings in the sun
(or is that untrue)
Colder couplings in the night
(never saw your body)
Your kiss so sweet
Your sweat so sour
Sometimes I? thinking that I love you
But I know it? only lust
The change will do you good
I always knew it would
You know the change will do you good
You know the change will do you good
Damaged goods
Send ?m back
I can? work, I can? have tea
Send me back
Open the till
Give me the change you said would do me good
Refund the cost
You said you?e cheap but you?e so smart
Your sweat so sour
Sometimes I? thinking that I love you
But I know it? only lust
The change will do you good
I always knew it would
You know the change will do you good
You know the change will do you good
I? kissing you goodbye
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3. |
| 3:11 |
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The problem of leisure
What to do for pleasure
Ideal love a new purchase
A market of the senses
Dream of the perfect life
Economic circumstances
The body is good business
Sell out, maintain the interest
Remember Lot's wife
Renounce all sin and vice
Dream of the perfect life
This heaven gives me migraine
The problem of leisure
What to do for pleasure
Coercion of the senses
We are not so gullible
Our great expectations
A future for the good
Fornication makes you happy
No escape from society
Natural is not in it
Your relations are of power
We all have good intentions
But all with strings attached
Repackaged sex keeps your interest
Repackaged sex keeps your interest
Repackaged sex keeps your interest
Repackaged sex keeps your interest
Repackaged sex keeps your interest
Repackaged sex keeps your interest
The problem of leisure
What to do for pleasure
Ideal love a new purchase
A market of the senses
Dream of the perfect life
Economic circumstances
The body is good business
Sell outs [? out ?] maintain the interest
Remember Lot's wife
Renounce all sin and vice
Dream of the perfect life
This heaven gives me migraine
This heaven gives me migraine
This heaven gives me migraine
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4. |
| 3:13 |
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No weak men in the books at home
The strong men who have made the world
History lives on the books at home
The books at home
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
The past lives on in your front room
The poor still weak the rich still rule
History lives in the books at home
The books at home
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
The past lives in the books at home
No weak men in the books at home
History lives in the books at home
The books at home
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
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5. |
| 2:25 |
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People got their opinions
Where do they come from?
Each day seems like a natural fact
And what we think changes how we act
People got opinions
Where do they come from?
Distant blood of ruvies
Won't discover money come on
Each day seems like a natural fact
And what we think changes how we act
So to change ideas
Change is what we do
Too much thinking makes me ill
I think I'll have another gin
A few more drinks it'll be alright
Each day seems like a natural fact
And what we think changes how we act
Each day seems like a natural fact [Repeat: x4]
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Written By DAVID ALLEN/JONATHAN KING/ANDREW GILL/HUGO BURNHAM
<i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.</i>
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6. |
| 4:11 |
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Woke up this morning desperation a.m.
What I've been saying won't say them again
My head's not empty, it's full with my brain
The thoughts I'm thinking
Like piss down a drain
And I feel like a beetle on its back
And there's no way for me to get up
Love'll get you like a case of anthrax
And that's something I don't want to catch
Ought to control what I do to my mind
Nothing in there but sunshades for the blind
Only yesterday I said to myself
The things I'm doing are not good
For my health
Love crops up quite a lot as something to sing about,
'Cause most groups make most of their songs about falling in love
Or how happy they are to be in love,
You occasionally wonder why these groups do sing about it all the time -
It's because these groups think there's something very special about it
Either that or else it's because everybody else sings about it and always has,
You know to burst into song you have to be inspired
And nothing inspires quite like love.
These groups and singers think that they appeal to everyone
By singing about love because apparently everyone has or can love
Or so they would have you believe anyway
But these groups seem to go along with what, the belief
That love is deep in everyone's personality.
I don't think we're saying there's anything wrong with love,
We just don't think that what goes on between two people
Should be shrouded with mystery.
Love'll get you like a case of anthrax
And that's something I don't want to catch
Love'll get you like a case of anthrax
And that's something I don't want to catch
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7. |
| 3:26 |
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Woke up this morning desperation a.m.
What I've been saying won't say them again
My head's not empty, it's full with my brain
The thoughts I'm thinking
Like piss down a drain
And I feel like a beetle on its back
And there's no way for me to get up
Love'll get you like a case of anthrax
And that's something I don't want to catch
Ought to control what I do to my mind
Nothing in there but sunshades for the blind
Only yesterday I said to myself
The things I'm doing are not good
For my health
Love crops up quite a lot as something to sing about,
'Cause most groups make most of their songs about falling in love
Or how happy they are to be in love,
You occasionally wonder why these groups do sing about it all the time -
It's because these groups think there's something very special about it
Either that or else it's because everybody else sings about it and always has,
You know to burst into song you have to be inspired
And nothing inspires quite like love.
These groups and singers think that they appeal to everyone
By singing about love because apparently everyone has or can love
Or so they would have you believe anyway
But these groups seem to go along with what, the belief
That love is deep in everyone's personality.
I don't think we're saying there's anything wrong with love,
We just don't think that what goes on between two people
Should be shrouded with mystery.
Love'll get you like a case of anthrax
And that's something I don't want to catch
Love'll get you like a case of anthrax
And that's something I don't want to catch
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8. |
| 4:55 |
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Woke up this morning desperation a.m.
What I've been saying won't say them again
My head's not empty, it's full with my brain
The thoughts I'm thinking
Like piss down a drain
And I feel like a beetle on its back
And there's no way for me to get up
Love'll get you like a case of anthrax
And that's something I don't want to catch
Ought to control what I do to my mind
Nothing in there but sunshades for the blind
Only yesterday I said to myself
The things I'm doing are not good
For my health
Love crops up quite a lot as something to sing about,
'Cause most groups make most of their songs about falling in love
Or how happy they are to be in love,
You occasionally wonder why these groups do sing about it all the time -
It's because these groups think there's something very special about it
Either that or else it's because everybody else sings about it and always has,
You know to burst into song you have to be inspired
And nothing inspires quite like love.
These groups and singers think that they appeal to everyone
By singing about love because apparently everyone has or can love
Or so they would have you believe anyway
But these groups seem to go along with what, the belief
That love is deep in everyone's personality.
I don't think we're saying there's anything wrong with love,
We just don't think that what goes on between two people
Should be shrouded with mystery.
Love'll get you like a case of anthrax
And that's something I don't want to catch
Love'll get you like a case of anthrax
And that's something I don't want to catch
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9. |
| 3:39 |
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Trapped in heaven life style (locked in Long Kesh)
New looking out for pleasure (H-block torture)
It's at the end of the rainbow (White noise in)
The happy ever after (a white room)
Dirt behind the daydream
Dirt behind the daydream
The happy ever after
Is at the end of the rainbow
Dig at the root of the problem (Fly the flag on foreign soil)
It breaks your new dreams daily (H-block Long Kesh)
Fathers contradictions (Censor six counties news)
And breaks your new dreams daily (each day more deaths)
Dirt behind the daydream
Dirt behind the daydream
The happy ever after
Is at the end of the rainbow
White noise in a white room
White noise in a white room
White noise in a white room
White noise in a white room
Trapped in heaven life style (locked in Long Kesh)
New looking out for pleasure (H-block torture)
It's at the end of the rainbow (White noise in)
The happy ever after (a white room)
Dirt behind the daydream
Dirt behind the daydream
The happy ever after
Is at the end of the rainbow
Dig at the root of the problem (Fly the flag on foreign soil)
It breaks your new dreams daily (H-block Long Kesh)
Fathers contradictions (Censor six counties news)
And breaks your new dreams daily (each day more deaths)
Dirt behind the daydream
Dirt behind the daydream
The happy ever after
Is at the end of the rainbow
There may be oil
(Now looking out for pleasure)
Under Rockall
(It's at the end of the rainbow)
There may be oil
(The happy ever after)
Under Rockall
(It's corked up with the ether)
There may be oil
(It's corked up with the ether)
Under Rockall
(It's corked up with the ether)
There may be oil
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10. |
| 4:14 |
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11. |
| 3:41 |
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The moment I was born I opened my eyes
I reached out for my credit card
I know I never did my own suit
Capital it fails us now come and let us seize the time [Repeat x2]
On the first day of my life I opened my eyes
Guess where with superstars surrounded by luxury-eagers
I need a prison I need a hot fire
No credit no goods
Come on back I say
They say we're bankrupt
Capital it fails us now come and let us seize the time x2
Capital it fails us now
Oh no! I left it in my other suit!
One day all will be living on credit
Bankrupt
I'm still in credit just
One day all men are living on credit
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Written By GILL
<i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i>
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12. |
| 3:42 |
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Time with my girl I spent it well
I had to be strong for my woman
(You must be joking, o man you must be joking)
She needed to be protected
The good life was so elusive
Handouts, they got me down
I had to regain my self-respect
So I got into camouflage
The girls they love to see you shoot
I love a man in a uniform [Repeat: x4]
To have ambitions was my ambition
But I had nothing to show for my dreams
Time with my girl I spent it well
(you must be joking, o man you must be joking)
The good life was so elusive
Handouts, they got me down
I had to regain my confidence
So I got into camouflage
The girls they love to see you shoot
I love a man in a uniform [Repeat: x4]
I need an order
(shoot, shoot)
I need an order
(shoot, shoot)
I need an order
(shoot, shoot)
I need an order
(shoot, shoot)
To have ambition
Was my ambition
Time with my girl I spent it well
(you must be joking, o man you must be joking)
The girls they love to see you shoot
The girls they love to see you shoot
I love a man in a uniform
I love a man in a uniform
(they love to see you shoot)
I love a man in a uniform
The girls they love to see you shoot
I love a man in a uniform
(they love to see you shoot)
The girls they love to see you shoot
I love a man in a uniform
(they love a, they love a, they love a)
(they love to see you shoot)
The girls they love to see you shoot
(bang bang you're dead)
I love a man in a uniform
(they love a they love a they love a bang bang)
(they love to see you shoot)
The girls they love to see you shoot
I love a man in a uniform
(they love a they love a they love a bang bang)
(they love to see you shoot)
The girls they love to see you shoot
(bang bang you're dead)
I love a man in a uniform
(they love a they love a they love a bang bang)
(they love to see you shoot)
The girls they love to see you shoot
(bang bang you're dead)
(they love a, they love a, they love a)
(I love a man in a uniform)
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13. |
| 3:40 |
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At home he feels like a tourist
At home he feels like a tourist
He fills his head with culture
He gives himself an ulcer
He fills his head with culture
He gives himself an ulcer
Down on the disco floor
They make their profit
From the things they sell
To help you cover
all the rubbers you hide
In your top left pocket
At home she's looking for interest
At home she's looking for interest
She said she was ambitious
So she accepts the process
She said she was ambitious
So she accepts the process
Down on the disco floor
They make their profit
From the things they sell
To help you cob off
And the rubbers you hide
In your top left pocket
Two steps forward
(Six steps back)
(Six steps back)
(Six steps back)
(Six steps back)
Small step for him
(Big jump for me)
(Big jump for me)
(Big jump for me)
(Big jump for me)
At home she feels like a tourist
At home she feels like a tourist
She fills her head with culture
She gives herself an ulcer
Why make yourself so anxious
You give yourself an ulcer
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14. |
| 3:20 |
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Everybody is in too many pieces
No-man's land surrounds our desires
To crack the shell we mix with others
Some lie in the arms of lovers
The city is the place to be
With no money you go crazy
I need an occupation!
You have to pay for satisfaction
We live as we dream, alone
To crack the shell we mix with the others
Some flirt with fascism
Some lie in the arms of lovers
We live as we dream, alone [Repeat: x5]
Everybody is in too many pieces
No-man's-land surrounds me!
With no money we'll all go crazy
(we apologize)
Man and woman need to work
It helps us define ourselves
We were not born in isolation
But sometimes it seems that way
We live as we dream, alone [Repeat: x5]
We live as we dream, alone
The space between our work and its product
Some fall into fatalism
As if it started this way
We live as we dream, alone [Repeat: x3]
We live as we dream, alone
(We live as we dream, alone)
We live as we dream, alone
(We were not born in isolation)
We live as we dream, alone
(But sometimes it seems that way)
(The space between our work and its product)
We live as we dream, alone
We live as we dream, alone
(As if it always must be this way)
We live as we dream, alone
We live as we dream, alone
We live as we dream, alone
(With no money we'll all go crazy)
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| Disc 2
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1. |
| 5:32 |
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2. |
| 4:17 |
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The problem of leisure
What to do for pleasure
Ideal love a new purchase
A market of the senses
Dream of the perfect life
Economic circumstances
The body is good business
Sell out, maintain the interest
Remember Lot's wife
Renounce all sin and vice
Dream of the perfect life
This heaven gives me migraine
The problem of leisure
What to do for pleasure
Coercion of the senses
We are not so gullible
Our great expectations
A future for the good
Fornication makes you happy
No escape from society
Natural is not in it
Your relations are of power
We all have good intentions
But all with strings attached
Repackaged sex keeps your interest
Repackaged sex keeps your interest
Repackaged sex keeps your interest
Repackaged sex keeps your interest
Repackaged sex keeps your interest
Repackaged sex keeps your interest
The problem of leisure
What to do for pleasure
Ideal love a new purchase
A market of the senses
Dream of the perfect life
Economic circumstances
The body is good business
Sell outs [? out ?] maintain the interest
Remember Lot's wife
Renounce all sin and vice
Dream of the perfect life
This heaven gives me migraine
This heaven gives me migraine
This heaven gives me migraine
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3. |
| 4:20 |
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Time with my girl I spent it well
I had to be strong for my woman
(You must be joking, o man you must be joking)
She needed to be protected
The good life was so elusive
Handouts, they got me down
I had to regain my self-respect
So I got into camouflage
The girls they love to see you shoot
I love a man in a uniform [Repeat: x4]
To have ambitions was my ambition
But I had nothing to show for my dreams
Time with my girl I spent it well
(you must be joking, o man you must be joking)
The good life was so elusive
Handouts, they got me down
I had to regain my confidence
So I got into camouflage
The girls they love to see you shoot
I love a man in a uniform [Repeat: x4]
I need an order
(shoot, shoot)
I need an order
(shoot, shoot)
I need an order
(shoot, shoot)
I need an order
(shoot, shoot)
To have ambition
Was my ambition
Time with my girl I spent it well
(you must be joking, o man you must be joking)
The girls they love to see you shoot
The girls they love to see you shoot
I love a man in a uniform
I love a man in a uniform
(they love to see you shoot)
I love a man in a uniform
The girls they love to see you shoot
I love a man in a uniform
(they love to see you shoot)
The girls they love to see you shoot
I love a man in a uniform
(they love a, they love a, they love a)
(they love to see you shoot)
The girls they love to see you shoot
(bang bang you're dead)
I love a man in a uniform
(they love a they love a they love a bang bang)
(they love to see you shoot)
The girls they love to see you shoot
I love a man in a uniform
(they love a they love a they love a bang bang)
(they love to see you shoot)
The girls they love to see you shoot
(bang bang you're dead)
I love a man in a uniform
(they love a they love a they love a bang bang)
(they love to see you shoot)
The girls they love to see you shoot
(bang bang you're dead)
(they love a, they love a, they love a)
(I love a man in a uniform)
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4. |
| 4:57 |
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Trapped in heaven life style (locked in Long Kesh)
New looking out for pleasure (H-block torture)
It's at the end of the rainbow (White noise in)
The happy ever after (a white room)
Dirt behind the daydream
Dirt behind the daydream
The happy ever after
Is at the end of the rainbow
Dig at the root of the problem (Fly the flag on foreign soil)
It breaks your new dreams daily (H-block Long Kesh)
Fathers contradictions (Censor six counties news)
And breaks your new dreams daily (each day more deaths)
Dirt behind the daydream
Dirt behind the daydream
The happy ever after
Is at the end of the rainbow
White noise in a white room
White noise in a white room
White noise in a white room
White noise in a white room
Trapped in heaven life style (locked in Long Kesh)
New looking out for pleasure (H-block torture)
It's at the end of the rainbow (White noise in)
The happy ever after (a white room)
Dirt behind the daydream
Dirt behind the daydream
The happy ever after
Is at the end of the rainbow
Dig at the root of the problem (Fly the flag on foreign soil)
It breaks your new dreams daily (H-block Long Kesh)
Fathers contradictions (Censor six counties news)
And breaks your new dreams daily (each day more deaths)
Dirt behind the daydream
Dirt behind the daydream
The happy ever after
Is at the end of the rainbow
There may be oil
(Now looking out for pleasure)
Under Rockall
(It's at the end of the rainbow)
There may be oil
(The happy ever after)
Under Rockall
(It's corked up with the ether)
There may be oil
(It's corked up with the ether)
Under Rockall
(It's corked up with the ether)
There may be oil
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5. |
| 4:52 |
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At home he feels like a tourist
At home he feels like a tourist
He fills his head with culture
He gives himself an ulcer
He fills his head with culture
He gives himself an ulcer
Down on the disco floor
They make their profit
From the things they sell
To help you cover
all the rubbers you hide
In your top left pocket
At home she's looking for interest
At home she's looking for interest
She said she was ambitious
So she accepts the process
She said she was ambitious
So she accepts the process
Down on the disco floor
They make their profit
From the things they sell
To help you cob off
And the rubbers you hide
In your top left pocket
Two steps forward
(Six steps back)
(Six steps back)
(Six steps back)
(Six steps back)
Small step for him
(Big jump for me)
(Big jump for me)
(Big jump for me)
(Big jump for me)
At home she feels like a tourist
At home she feels like a tourist
She fills her head with culture
She gives herself an ulcer
Why make yourself so anxious
You give yourself an ulcer
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6. |
| 6:10 |
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No weak men in the books at home
The strong men who have made the world
History lives on the books at home
The books at home
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
The past lives on in your front room
The poor still weak the rich still rule
History lives in the books at home
The books at home
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
The past lives in the books at home
No weak men in the books at home
History lives in the books at home
The books at home
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
It's not made by great men
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7. |
| 4:09 |
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Woke up this morning desperation a.m.
What I've been saying won't say them again
My head's not empty, it's full with my brain
The thoughts I'm thinking
Like piss down a drain
And I feel like a beetle on its back
And there's no way for me to get up
Love'll get you like a case of anthrax
And that's something I don't want to catch
Ought to control what I do to my mind
Nothing in there but sunshades for the blind
Only yesterday I said to myself
The things I'm doing are not good
For my health
Love crops up quite a lot as something to sing about,
'Cause most groups make most of their songs about falling in love
Or how happy they are to be in love,
You occasionally wonder why these groups do sing about it all the time -
It's because these groups think there's something very special about it
Either that or else it's because everybody else sings about it and always has,
You know to burst into song you have to be inspired
And nothing inspires quite like love.
These groups and singers think that they appeal to everyone
By singing about love because apparently everyone has or can love
Or so they would have you believe anyway
But these groups seem to go along with what, the belief
That love is deep in everyone's personality.
I don't think we're saying there's anything wrong with love,
We just don't think that what goes on between two people
Should be shrouded with mystery.
Love'll get you like a case of anthrax
And that's something I don't want to catch
Love'll get you like a case of anthrax
And that's something I don't want to catch
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8. |
| 2:31 |
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The change will do you good
I always knew it would
Sometimes I? thinking that I love you
But I know it? only lust
Your kiss so sweet
Your sweat so sour
Your kiss so sweet
Your sweat so sour
Sometimes I? thinking that I love you
But I know it? only lust
The sins of the flesh
Are simply sins of lust
Sweat? running down your back
Sweat? running down your neck
Heated couplings in the sun
(or is that untrue)
Colder couplings in the night
(never saw your body)
Your kiss so sweet
Your sweat so sour
Sometimes I? thinking that I love you
But I know it? only lust
The change will do you good
I always knew it would
You know the change will do you good
You know the change will do you good
Damaged goods
Send ?m back
I can? work, I can? have tea
Send me back
Open the till
Give me the change you said would do me good
Refund the cost
You said you?e cheap but you?e so smart
Your sweat so sour
Sometimes I? thinking that I love you
But I know it? only lust
The change will do you good
I always knew it would
You know the change will do you good
You know the change will do you good
I? kissing you goodbye
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9. |
| 2:45 |
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People got their opinions
Where do they come from?
Each day seems like a natural fact
And what we think changes how we act
People got opinions
Where do they come from?
Distant blood of ruvies
Won't discover money come on
Each day seems like a natural fact
And what we think changes how we act
So to change ideas
Change is what we do
Too much thinking makes me ill
I think I'll have another gin
A few more drinks it'll be alright
Each day seems like a natural fact
And what we think changes how we act
Each day seems like a natural fact [Repeat: x4]
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Written By DAVID ALLEN/JONATHAN KING/ANDREW GILL/HUGO BURNHAM
<i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.</i>
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The problem of leisure
What to do for pleasure
Ideal love a new purchase
A market of the senses
Dream of the perfect life
Economic circumstances
The body is good business
Sell out, maintain the interest
Remember Lot's wife
Renounce all sin and vice
Dream of the perfect life
This heaven gives me migraine
The problem of leisure
What to do for pleasure
Coercion of the senses
We are not so gullible
Our great expectations
A future for the good
Fornication makes you happy
No escape from society
Natural is not in it
Your relations are of power
We all have good intentions
But all with strings attached
Repackaged sex keeps your interest
Repackaged sex keeps your interest
Repackaged sex keeps your interest
Repackaged sex keeps your interest
Repackaged sex keeps your interest
Repackaged sex keeps your interest
The problem of leisure
What to do for pleasure
Ideal love a new purchase
A market of the senses
Dream of the perfect life
Economic circumstances
The body is good business
Sell outs [? out ?] maintain the interest
Remember Lot's wife
Renounce all sin and vice
Dream of the perfect life
This heaven gives me migraine
This heaven gives me migraine
This heaven gives me migraine
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| 3:30 |
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At home he feels like a tourist
At home he feels like a tourist
He fills his head with culture
He gives himself an ulcer
He fills his head with culture
He gives himself an ulcer
Down on the disco floor
They make their profit
From the things they sell
To help you cover
all the rubbers you hide
In your top left pocket
At home she's looking for interest
At home she's looking for interest
She said she was ambitious
So she accepts the process
She said she was ambitious
So she accepts the process
Down on the disco floor
They make their profit
From the things they sell
To help you cob off
And the rubbers you hide
In your top left pocket
Two steps forward
(Six steps back)
(Six steps back)
(Six steps back)
(Six steps back)
Small step for him
(Big jump for me)
(Big jump for me)
(Big jump for me)
(Big jump for me)
At home she feels like a tourist
At home she feels like a tourist
She fills her head with culture
She gives herself an ulcer
Why make yourself so anxious
You give yourself an ulcer
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| 4:54 |
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Woke up this morning desperation a.m.
What I've been saying won't say them again
My head's not empty, it's full with my brain
The thoughts I'm thinking
Like piss down a drain
And I feel like a beetle on its back
And there's no way for me to get up
Love'll get you like a case of anthrax
And that's something I don't want to catch
Ought to control what I do to my mind
Nothing in there but sunshades for the blind
Only yesterday I said to myself
The things I'm doing are not good
For my health
Love crops up quite a lot as something to sing about,
'Cause most groups make most of their songs about falling in love
Or how happy they are to be in love,
You occasionally wonder why these groups do sing about it all the time -
It's because these groups think there's something very special about it
Either that or else it's because everybody else sings about it and always has,
You know to burst into song you have to be inspired
And nothing inspires quite like love.
These groups and singers think that they appeal to everyone
By singing about love because apparently everyone has or can love
Or so they would have you believe anyway
But these groups seem to go along with what, the belief
That love is deep in everyone's personality.
I don't think we're saying there's anything wrong with love,
We just don't think that what goes on between two people
Should be shrouded with mystery.
Love'll get you like a case of anthrax
And that's something I don't want to catch
Love'll get you like a case of anthrax
And that's something I don't want to catch
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2005-12-16 |
서울음반 (SRCD-2800, 8804775021985) |
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2009-04-10 |
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CREDITS
Performed by Gang Of Four 1기 (2003)
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