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She was only just a girl in a picture
But he thought if I could only make her smile Then she'd be mine He'd folded it, re-folded it so many times He'd already lost some of her to the creases Precious pieces He wondered how close he's ever been to her In this ebb and flow of the distance between us Maybe she got the same bus And he left a trail of string wherever he went When he was sleepin', he tied it to his toe If she crossed it, then he'd know But he knew That all was unravelling And he was bare Stripped of his skin Like the ribs of a broken umbrella Sticking out of a bin He'd pull his collar up against the wind Against those who said that trying was the first step to failing Oh he was railing And filled with newfound purpose and pride He'd make something of this heady glow Now where would she go? But what do I know Cos all was unravelling And he was bare Stripped of his skin Like the ribs of a broken umbrella Sticking out of a bin But he knew how to fix it, Dear Liza, Dear Liza With time's great elixir, Dear Liza, Dear Liza She was only just a girl in a picture But he thought if I could only make her smile Then she'd be mine Oh the thought of being faced with her Give him the fear and sometimes in the morning a tent Oh lord give him strength Cos he knew That all was unravelling And he was bare Stripped of his skin Like the ribs of a broken umbrella Sticking out of a bin |
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My tongue is scaling the north face of the neck
And we're glaring like warriors But I've a feeling you won't look at me that way In the morning Cause lately you seem less sure of this thing You're like Bambi on ice And there's something in the flash of your arms A certain longing Kick the can I can see you now Behind that temper and ire Mister Wolf knows what time it is He says "It's dinner time!" I don't know what you're carrying Or how your heart is wired But there's a dangerous ticking I cut the red one No, the blue one I cut the red one No, the blue one I cut the red one I cut the red one I cut the blue one Raking over the embers and what I come across Raking over the embers and what I come across Is that you Combing your hair? And is that me Eating an egg? And I'll be there I'll be there I'll be there Like John Boy is there My tongue is scaling the north face of the neck And we're glaring like warriors But I've a feeling you won't look at me that way I've a feeling you won't look at me that way I've a feeling you won't look at me that way In the morning Is this how it goes? These two final throws? Is this how it goes? These two final throws? |
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I am the defector
And you’re the farmer’s daughter You been teasing us farm boys Till we start talkin’ about those rabbits, George Oh won’t you tell us ‘bout those rabbits, George I am the defector I give it what it need Let’s make a new world order Let’s make it rhyme You’re the chocolate at the end of my Cornetto I love the way your underwire bra Always sets off that Xray machine Comin’ into land and Now I love the colour of it all Blue lights on the runway I love the colour of it all I am the defector ‘Cause someone stirred my soul With that great big stick of hers Kinda looks like an oar The accountants have taken the movie Yeah, they’re on set The people from the mobile phone company Say who gets to play and who gets to not You’re a picture of the check out girl Hand me a plastic bag I got the sweats trying to open it As it all piles up, I wish I didn’t bite my nails Comin’ into land and Now I love the colour of it all Blue lights on the runway I love the colour of it all Getting ready to spill my guts and I love the colour of it all To the waitress on roller skates I love the colour of it all Oh the colour of it all I am the great defector So I must affect an air Of a man who’s maybe seen too much But still just manages to care Still you’re the chocolate at the end of my Cornetto I love the way your underwire bra Always sets off that Xray machine Comin’ into land and Now I love the colour of it all Blue lights on the runway I love the colour of it all Getting ready to spill my guts and I love the colour of it all To the, to the waitress on roller skates I love the colour of it all Oh the colour of it all Waitress on roller skates Waitress on roller skates (Love the colour of it all) Waitress on roller skates Waitress on roller skates Waitress on roller skates Waitress on roller skates (Love the colour of it all) Waitress on roller skates Love the colour of it all Love the colour of it all |
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I should know my time and place
I'm Tuesday's child without the grace Bring your canary, bring your flame There's a rich seam of windy in my coal mine We're just blow ins on the storm of time Yeah, we're just stopping for a while Bucket of water to separate Those horny dogs of church and state God of ego, God of lies Pushes us to the corner of our own lives We're just blow ins on the storm of time Yeah, we're just stopping for a while I am the magpie when all's shiny and new I can't help myself, I pick a pocket or two And if all time was but a day We'd show up around midnight and say hey 'Cause we're just blow ins on the storm of time Yeah, we're just stopping for a while |
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I'd say life's a different story when you're facing certain death.
I wonder, "Did they kick back when they knew the game was up?" Static on the radio ain't no soundtrack for this end; Stick on a bit of Wagner, and we'll go down. Let's see if we skim. Maybe there's no time for grand exits and pause; Twisting of propellers chopping at the froth. And as she turned to Fred, she saw the fear in his eyes. And whatever was between them was heavy in the last word he said: Amelia Or, maybe they went on to grow oranges and pears On their own island, Amelia and Fred. She'd dance for him in the evenings as the red sun fell. He'd sit there smiling up at her thinking, "This is just swell. Take me now." Some say she resurfaced as a Tokyo Rose; Talking on the radio, telling sweet lies. But remember when the farmer asked, "Have you flown far?" She just smiled back at him and said, "I've come from America." Amelia Time has cast its shadow; the story lost its legs. Our favourite missing person still rears her head; Not on a milk carton, just some bones on a beach That just might be a tall white girl called Amelia. It's just like flying... |
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Is this room getting smaller or is it just me?
I pace myself, brace myself, trying not to breath Oh, these walls are closing in on me like the Death Star bin Oh, that'll learn me, that'll squeeze out all the sin This world is bearing down on me like a fish-eye lens And when it comes down to it, do I have any real friends? How long were those monkeys typing to make all Billy's work? I've some way to go yet, I'll finish this one first Something's gotta give I'm a failing restaurant, all expectant and sad With one eye on the door, playing cards out the back I'm love me, love me, love me, I'm a small bit of a prick I got the meat sweats from this realpolitik Sometimes I can see you shining in the night There's Polly and Gillian and your man in the big suit Spitting out confetti that wallops with a kiss And I'm left thinking I wanna be a better band I wanna be a better band This is it, what are you crying for? This is it, were you expecting more? This is it, what are you crying for? This is it, were you expecting more? I wanna be a better band This is it, what are you crying for? This is it, were you expecting more? This is it, what are you crying for? This is it, were you expecting more? I wanna be a better band I wanna be a better band, oh I wanna be a better band I wanna be a better band, oh And shoot fire from my hands Fire from my hands Shoot fire from my hands |
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You're so pretty and I'm so lame
You're ever changing, I stay the same You give good sermon, I say bad grace My food for the soul it leaves a bad taste You save yourself, I'm saved by the bell Never left my head, I've no story to tell You save yourself, I'm saved by the bell Never left my head, I've no story to tell I was doing fine when I was breastfed I blame it on the milkman on my deathbed Yeah, I was doing swell when I was breastfed Pasteurize, homogenize, he said You've got convictions, I've got fence arse I'm nowhere near the cliff but I can see the drop I'm all sound and fury, I'm smoke without fire I see your watermark when I hold you to the light You're so pretty, I'm so lame Cleanliness is closer to godliness they say Well now what does that mean? If you can be God, well I can be clean I was doing fine when I was breastfed I blame it on the milkman on my deathbed Yeah, I was doing swell when I was breastfed Pasteurize, homogenize, he said You're so pretty and I'm so lame You're so pretty and I'm so lame You're so pretty and I'm so lame You're so pretty and I'm so lame You're so pretty and I'm so lame You're so pretty and I'm so lame You're so pretty and I'm so lame You're so pretty and I'm so lame I was doing fine when I was breastfed I blame it on the milkman on my deathbed Yeah, I was doing swell when I was breastfed Pasteurize, homogenize, he said |
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The dog-eared Disprin in your handbag
A gathering of crumbs and twenty fags I'd steal some chewing gum, a few stray coins I'm sure you noticed but didn't much mind H-oh And so it goes H-oh Here I am, in the condiment aisle I'm worried about my basil from Isreal and new world wine I need to lose these poses, reset my charms To when I left the factory in your arms Singing h-oh H-oh And so it goes But the words on the page start to swim As light catches your face, you're smiling This must be what all the fuss is about H-oh H-oh H-oh You're trying to talk to me, all grateful and smiles I'm glued to the TV, giving one-word replies It's small and shameful, it's a poor show Beat myself up on the way home and go crying to my girl And so it goes Yeah, so it goes Yeah, so it goes But the words on the page start to swim As light catches your face, you're smiling This must be what all the fuss is about But the words on the page start to swim As light catches your face, you're smiling This must be what all the fuss is about |
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A safe pair of hands
A reason to stand Some guns to stick to Rational demands Come on now ladies They won't fertilise themselves Get into the ball game Let's clear those shelves That's what I read in that Sunday magazine The anvil is falling, falling on your head You're just picking your knickers from your arse Like you're playing a one stringed harp Like you're playing a one stringed harp Like Wily Coyote As if the fall wasn't enough Those bastards from Acme They got more nasty stuff Salt in my wounds Sticking in the boot We're all bulimic But keep forgetting to puke That's what I read in that Sunday magazine The anvil is falling, falling on your head You're just picking your knickers from your arse Like you're playing a one stringed harp Like you're playing a one stringed harp Chalk it up, and write it down The hand of history is clawing at my back The Iron Fist of she cuping at my sack Grip is tightening My voice is heightening This orange alert is beginning to crack That's what I read in that Sunday magazine The anvil is falling, falling on your head You're just picking your knickers from your arse Like you're playing a one stringed harp Like you're playing a one stringed harp Chalk it up, and write it down |
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