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I look out of my window at night
I see the stars and I'm filled with fright I got a feeling someone's looking It ain't the aliens at the foot of my bed It's more the ale inside my head I got a feeling something's cooking Science friction burns my fingers Electricity still lingers Hey put away that ray, how do you martians say I love you I read my comics from front to back I'll be ready for any attack I got a feeling someone's looking |
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Gather 'round!
Punch and Judy, Did it truly, And were married in a haste, In love, maybe, Using the baby, as a kind of romance paste, She's grown fatter, Her hair cut shorter, Looks much older than nineteen, He's a drinker, Not a thinker, Baby spoiled his could-have-been. This must be make-believe, This must be make-believe, This must be make-believe, 'Cause who do we know, dear, who acts like that? Punch and Judy. Punch and Judy, In a semi, On a brand new council plot, Sunday lunchtime, Beer-for-Punch time, While his dinner's far from hot, She grows tired, Cab is hired, She goes round to see her friend, He comes back late, Fool is irate, We will see his temper bend. This must be make-believe, This must be make-believe, This must be make-believe, 'Cause who do we know, dear, who acts like that? Punch and Judy, In a quandary, She's walked out, and he is mad. Now he's grown up, Can't smash home up, Retribution must be had. Punch and Judy, Had a baby, Who brought them to married bliss. Mr Punch,, Has drunken hunch, That he must punish kid for this This must be make-believe, This must be make-believe, This must be make-believe, 'Cause who do we know, dear, who acts like that? Punch and Judy |
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I'm like a spinning top
Going round and around Well I don't know what's up And I sure don't know what's down Now watch me - I'm like a spinning top Can't tell day from night Well I don't know what's wrong And I sure don't know what's right Now watch me It started when I heard your song of love Pouring down like honey from above I started to spin I started to move Just like a needle That's sticking in the same old groove I'm like a spinning top I like it so much I'm never going to stop |
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Me and the wind are celebrating your loss
Me and the wind are pulling kites and pushing tress Me and the wind are celebrating your loss Me and the wind are feeling freer than air should ever be Should ever be should ever be should ever And when you lured me into your syrup All I could think of was what a lovely way for me to go I never really realised that Just like the struggling summer flies that I was drowning no matter how sweet or how slow Have I been such a fool Have I been sitting on your stool While you cracked the whip While you cracked the whip I danced imprisoned in your drumbeat Your tune of spring had me whirling like a mad march Merry hare It never really came to mind that The strings of your instrument were strangling me Inside their snare Have I been such a fool Have I been sitting on your stool While you held the hoop While you held the hoop Now that I'm out and I'm shouting in doorways Freed from a love more like murder I should be singing but in liberation Feel like a ship with no rudder Me and the wind are celebrating your loss Have I been such a fool |
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II am the fly on the wall my prying eyes are looking through
II your bottom drawer I just came flying through your door II you didn't notice that your number had been called. I see II the mother who's beating the babe, I see the money, the II pennies you save, stored on computers from birth to the grave the fly on the wall he's seeing it all. I am the fly upon the wall you're in the index of the files that stand so tall although your health is rather poor we have a place for those who cannot find a cure. I know your income your daily crust I know your pleasures, your passion, your lust I know when you're living and I know when you're dust the fly on the wall he's seeing it all. one is born and one will die, it's all understood the bit that's in the middle doesn't count I am the fly on the wall my prying eyes are looking through your bottom drawer I just came flying through your door you didn't notice that your number had been called. I see the mother who's beating the babe, I see the money, the pennies you save, stored on computers from birth to the grave the fly on the wall he's seeing it all. I am the fly upon the wall you're in the index of the files that stand so tall although your health is rather poor we have a place for those who cannot find a cure. I know your income your daily crust I know your pleasures, your passion, your lust I know when you're living and I know when you're dust the fly on the wall he's seeing it all. colin-lead and backing vocals, fretless bass andy-miniKorg dave-electric and fuzz-boxed 12 string guitar terry-drums composed by c. moulding |
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Terrorism
You're writing your diary in innocents' blood You're vain and you're ugly, you're no robin hood You don't steal from the rich to help the poor You just take life from both and what is more You break your bread and drink But post-confession you'll still stink of Terrorism Terrorism But you're sikh, jew, muslim and christian, you say Now which religion will you wear today? And in whose Bible do you find your cause That says bomb children in department stores? I hope your God is pleased To see all creation on their knees for Terrorism Terrorism Angel of death with black woolen mask Freedom they bring you is a long wooden cask They never doubt that right is on their side When right is rifle-shaped where can you hide? Don't want daughter sweet To be target practice in the high street Terrorism |
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I'm out and I'm driving
Got my eyes set on romance She says I've got a brand new thingey Want to show you this dance I say am I learning it steady She say Look you're doing it already It's the traffic light rock Stop 'n go All of the time It's the traffic light rock Stop 'n go all of the time I'm out by the dance hall Best buddy by my side He says I've got a brand new car I want to take for a ride I say can we take Joan and Freddie He say no they ain't ready |
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W W W e, we will dance like tiny boats with cotton sails upon
W w W w W the tops of the seas, that would pull us down to the depths W W W and crush us flat if given half a chance. no need WWW WWW to look back to pictures of lost, when all was rust. we, we will skim across the surface of the mud as if we're- spinning pebbles oh, in our yacht dance oh, in our yacht dance we, we will dance like tiny boats with cotton sails upon the tops of the seas, made of people stained with scorn who never see the light of real love. no need to look back through diaries of lost now turned to dust. we, we will skate across the surface of the storm as if we're wheeling sea-birds. oh, in our yacht dance oh, in our yacht dance. and how they'll be jealous of both of us! in our yacht dance. we, we will dance like tiny boats with cotton sails upon the tops of the seas, that would pull us down to the depths and crush us flat if given half a chance. no need to look back to pictures of lost, when all was we, we will skim across the surface of the mud as if we're spinning pebbles. oh, in our yacht dance oh, in our yacht dance. andy - lead vocal, acoustic and amplified acoustic guitars, anklung. colin - fretless bass. dave - nylon - strung spanish guitar terry - drums, percussion, drum synthesizer composed by a. partridge |
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The hunt is on to find the fox
Cross patchwork fields and spiny copse Much to and froing White horses showing Their pearly teeth He lead them up into a wood Where he escape I guess he should You know he's a late starter But he's much smarter Than the rest He lead them up a garden path Such craftiness You got to laugh They got a clue, man He's almost human Fox on the loose You must see him showing if you run boy run boy You must see him showing so be ready with your gun You never see the going if you take the wrong side You never see the going in the early morning sun The hunt is on to find the fox To find the fox |
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There's a message up in China
That they getting in Japan Bouncing off an ocean liner Make em shake em in Siam All the kids are complaining That there's nowhere to go All the kids are complaining That the songs are too slow All I'm saying is you're deaf To the fact that there's ... Radios in motion Atmosphere to ocean Radios in motion Gets you out of your red white and blues When we move then so do you'se There's a message in Milwaukee That they're getting in Moscow Everybody walkie talkie Everybody learning how All the kids are complaining (etc |
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I have learnt there's a magical spot at the hop
Come with me to the church on the corner the hop There's nuts and crisps and ccc cola on tap A good time had by the boys and girls at the hop Tell me what do you say Tell me what do you say Life begins at the hop, boys and girls Prepare yourself for the boys in the band at the hop The cheap guitars, too young for the bars at the hop We'll jive around, make fools of ourselves then stop Back next week with another ridiculous tie knot Tell me what do you say Tell me what do you say Life begins at the hop, boys and girls |
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There may be no golden fleece, But human riches I'll release Oh, my head is spinning like the world and it's filled with beasts I've seen, Let me put my bag down and I'll tell you it all right from the start, Like the scarlet woman who would pick on the boys she thought were green, And the two faced man who made a hobby of breaking his wife's heart. Seems the more I travel, From the foam to gravel, As the nets unravel, All exotic fish I find like Jason and the Argonauts There may be no golden fleece, But human riches I'll release I was in a land where men force women to hide their facial features, And here in the west it's just the same but they're using make-up veils. I've seen acts of every shade of terrible crime from man-like creatures, And I've had the breath of liars blowing me off course in my sails. Seems the more I travel, From the foam to gravel, As the nets unravel, All exotic fish I find like Jason and the Argonauts There may be no golden fleece, But human riches I'll release. I have watched the manimals go by Buying shoes, buying sweets, buying knives. I have watched the manimals and cried Buying time, buying ends to other peoples lives. Jason and the Argonauts There may be no golden fleece, But human riches I'll release. Jason and the Argonauts There may be no golden fleece, But human riches I'll release. |
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Season cycle moving round and round
Pushing life up from a cold dead ground It's growing green It's growing green, well Darling don't you ever stop to wonder About the clouds about the hail and thunder 'Bout the baby and its umbilical Who's pushing the pedals on the season cycle? Summer chased by Autumn Autumn chased by Winter season cycle go from death to life Winter chased by Springtime bring a harvest or a man his wife Springtime's turning it's growing green It's growing green, well Darling, don't you ever sit and ponder darling did you ever think About the building of the hills a yonder all this life stuff's closely linked Where we're going in this verdant spiral Who's pushing the pedals on the season cycle? Round and round and round and round I really get confused on who would make all this is there a God in Heaven Everybody says join our religion get to Heaven I say no thanks why bless my soul I'm already there! Autumn is Royal As Spring is clown But to repaint Summer They're closing Winter down Darling don't you ever stop to wonder darling did you ever think About the clouds about the hail and thunder all this life stuff's closely linked About the baby and its umbilical Who's pushing the pedals on the season cycle? Season cycle Darling, don't you ever sit and ponder darling did you ever think About the building of the hills a yonder all this life stuff's closely linked Where we're going in the verdant spiral Who's pushing the pedals on the season cycle? |
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High climbs the summer sun
High stands the corn And tonight when my work is done We will borrow your father's carriage We will drink and prepare for marriage Soon my darling, soon my darling [ :] Shilling for the fellow who brings the sheep in Shilling for the fellow who milks the herd Shilling for the fellow with a wife for keeping How can we feed love on a farmboy's wages? Deep under winter snow Deep lay the lambs And tonight by the full moon's glow Flask of wine on my feather bedding We will drink and prepare for wedding Soon my darling, soon my darling People think that I'm no good Painting pictures carving wood be a rich man if I could But the only job I do well is here on the farm On the farm And it's breaking my back We will borrow your father's carriage We will drink and prepare for marriage Soon my darling, soon my darling |
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Well hush my children don't you cry
The troubles will soon all be over The tears that swell in every eye Will fall to the ground and bring clover The soldiers are only teenage boys The same as in durban or dover So rein aside all your warring toys The troubles will soon all be over Well hush my children go to sleep The troubles will soon all be over Their bombs will form a rusting heap For flowers and fern to grow over Their leaders are only drunk with fear They wouldn't do this be they sober And when they drink our friendship clear The troubles will soon all be over |
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When you're near me I have difficulty respirating
When you're near me I have difficulty concentrating When you're near me I have difficulty standing upright When you're near me I have difficulty sleeping at night I used to stand proud like a sphinx In a noble immovable state Then your heart nailed me under a jinx Now I'm feeling like a jellyfish Just a spineless wobbly jellyfish And it's great, great, so great I used to stand high like a pine Just a piece of emotionless wood When you put your body near mine Now I'm feeling like a jellyfish And it's good, good, so good I used to be an iceman Living in iceman town So I'm warning all you cool cool icemen You'd better be prepared to be melted right down down When you're near me I have difficulty |
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Can't you see
Love and affection When it's put In you direction Wrapped in your mysterious wonderland No fast car Can make you grow up Gentlemen You think you've sewn up Locked in your wonderful wonderland No dark horse like me can cramp all of your style Too plain and simple I am for your file: One day you will break out of your spell And some day you will want me for your own And I'll say welcome to reality All this talk Of late-night parties Flirting with the lower gentry Lost in your magical wonderland Out of depth Out of class Phase of your life Will come to pass Caught in this tragical wonderland All of the riches that shine will turn sour Each moment you slip you will bring near the hour Wrapped in your mysterious wonderland Caught in your superficial Nonexistant Fairy-story Wonderland |
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Never been near a university,
Never took a paper or a learned degree, And some of your friends think that's stupid of me, But it's nothing that I care about. Well I don't know how to tell the weight of the sun, And of mathematics well I want none, And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton, But I know one thing, And that's I love you. When their logic grows cold and all thinking gets done, You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton. I can't have been there when brains were handed round (please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton), Or get past the cover of your books profound, (please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton), And some of your friends thinks it's really unsound, That you're ever seen talking to me. Well I don't know how to write a big hit song, And all crossword puzzles well I just shun, And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton, But I know one thing, And that's I love you. I'm not proud of the fact that I never learned much, Just feel I should say, What you get is all real, I can't put on an act, It takes brains to do that anyway. (And anyway...) And I can't unravel riddles, problems and puns, How the home computer has me on the run, And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton, But I know one thing, And that's I love you (I love you). If depth of feeling is a currency, (please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton), Then I'm the man who grew the money tree, (no Chain of Office and no hope of getting one). Some of your friends are too brainy to see, That they're paupers and that's how they'll stay. Well I don't know how many pounds make up a ton, Of all the Nobel prizes that I've never won, And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton, But I know one thing, And that's I love you. When all logic grows cold and all thinking gets done, You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton. You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton. You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor. (Please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton.) |
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Oh heli Oh heli
I'm crouching here with a telescope in hand Looking across our lego land I really think it's about time that she came down She a laughing giggly whirlybird She got to be obscene to be obheard I really think its about time that she came down And I object to all the air male that she pick up the air male that she pick up the air male that she pick up When she's up there twirling round Just like a helicopter - copter She's landing on the town It's about time that I stopped her - stopped her When she's up there twirling round Just like a helicopter - copter Oh heli - Oh heli Now she's away from convent she's gone wild Grown from a nice young lady to a child I really think its about time that she came down She a laughing giggly whirlybird She got to be obscene to be obheard I really think it's about time that she came down |
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O ladybird
I have heard you wish to walk me through your garden I crave your pardon if I woke you with my thinking Ladybird O ladybird I have heard you wish to walk me through your meadow You'll spread no wings to fly in fright if I'm beside you Ladybird All through the winter time When wood was warm and splintered Time seemed longer than a goods train Now that spring is back again I'll ask your name Your name O ladybird I have heard you wish to walk across my pillow No weeping willow was ever as beautiful, sad as you are Ladybird And as you're walking past I'm laying on the grass and making chains of thought To snare you with my wit But bit by bit you fade to gone Gone All through the iron season Love was hanged and treason became Something of a parlour game Now sun is back in power I'll ask your name Your name O ladybird I have heard you have to run to tend your children No flood can drown nor fire blacken purest longing For ladybird Ladybird |
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Everyone's creeping up to the money god, putting tongues where they
didn't ought to be, on stepping stones of human hearts and souls, into the land of "nothing for free." Well the way that we're living, is all take and no giving, there's nothing to believe in, the loudest mouth will hail the new found way, to be king for a day. Everyone's licking up to the new king pin, trying to get way up with a smile. Sing for your supper boy and jump to a finger click, ain't my way of living in style. 'Cause the ladder gets longer, and ambition gets stronger, I can't satisfy the hunger, that bad old moon has got you in its sway, to be king for a day. You're only here once so you got to get it right. (No time to fuss and fight.) 'Cause life don't mean much if measured out with someone else's plight. (In time you'll see the light.) 'Cause the way that we're living, is all take and no giving, there's not much to believe in, the loudest mouth will hail the new found way to be king for a day |
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In a milk bar and feeling lost
Drinking sodas as cold as frost Someone leans in my direction Quizzing on my jukebox selection What do you call that noise That you put on? This is pop Yeah yeah This is! On a walkway and moving fast All I get is transistor blast Someone leans in my direction Quizzing on my station selection What do you call that noise That you put on? This is pop Yeah yeah This is! We come the wrong way We come the long way We play the songs much too loud This is pop Yeah yeah |
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Towers of London
when they had built you did you watch over the men who fell Towers of London when they had built you Victoria's gem found in somebody's hell Pavements of gold leading to the underground Grenadier Guardsmen walking pretty ladies around fo |
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Do something for me, boys
If I should die at sea, boys Write a little note, boys Set it off afloat, saying Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls Village and city girls by the quayside Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls Watching and waiting by the sea Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls Quiet or witty girls by the quayside Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls Watching and waiting by the sea I think about your pale arms waving When I see the caps upon the green And the rocking roller-coaster ocean Think about you every night when I'm fathoms asleep And in my dreams We are rocking in a similar motion I think about the salt sea rolling Down in pearly tears upon your cheeks Just like the day the harbour pulled away I think about your warm white sheets unfolding The more I have to drink The more that I can think to say |
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I'm floating over strange land, it's a soulless, sequined, showbiz
moon. I'm floating over strange land, and then stranger still, there's no balloon. But I'm getting higher, wafted up by fame's fickle fire 'til the... Chalkhills and children, anchor my feet. Chalkhills and children, bringing me back to earth eternally and ever Ermine Street. (Even I never know where I go when my eyes are closed.) I'm skating over thin ice, upon blunted blades of metal soft. I'm skating over thin ice, while some nonesuch net holds me aloft. But I'm getting higher, lifted up on lucks' circus wire 'til the... Chalkhills and children, anchor my feet. Chalkhills and children, bringing me back to earth eternally and ever Ermine Street. Even I never know where I go when my eyes are closed. Even I never spied that the scenes were posed. Even I never knew this is what I'd be. Even eyes never mean that you're sure to see. Still I'm getting higher, rolling up on three empty tyres, 'til the... I'm soaring over hushed crowds, the reluctant cannonball it seems. I'm soaring over hushed crowds, I'm propelled up here by long dead dreams. Still I'm getting higher, Icarus regrets and retires puzzled? Chalkhills and children, anchor my feet. Chalkhills and children, oddly complete. (Even I never know where I go when my eyes are all closed.) Here I go again |
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Are you receiving me?
You are deceiving me I know, see I know When we're out walking Your mouth ain't where it's supposed to do the talking When we're in kissing Your lips are missing, are they out on loan to someone else Are you listening? I put it in a letter, what could be better? I put it in a note, one night I wrote I put it in a telegram, just like the son of Sam Babe there's something missing Your TV's just hissing |
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Generals and Majors ah ah
they're never too far from battlefields so glorious out in a world of their own They'll never come down till once again victorious Generals and Majors always seem so unhappy 'less they got a war Generals and Majors ah ah like never before are tired of being actionless. Calling Generals and Majors Generals and Majors everywhere Calling Generals and Majors your World War III is drawing near Generals and Majors ah ah They're never too far away from men who made the grade out in a world of their own They'll never come down until the battle's lost or made Generals and Majors ah ah like never before, are tired of being in the shade |
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You put your cleanest dirty shirt on
Then you stagger down to meet the dawn You take a ride upon a bus, it's just a fuss You know it keeps you born You get to know a morning face You get to join the human race You get to know the world Has passed you by |
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Let's begin
Peter Pumpkinhead came to town Spreading wisdom and cash around Fed the starving and housed the poor Showed the Vatican what gold's for But he made too many enemies Of the people who would keep us on our knees Hooray for Peter Pumpkin Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead? Oh my! Peter Pumpkinhead pulled them all Emptied churches and shopping malls Where he spoke, it would raise the roof Peter Pumpkinhead told the truth But he made too many enemies Of the people who would keep us on our knees Hooray for Peter Pumpkin Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead? Oh my! Peter Pumpkinhead put to shame Governments who would slur his name Plots and sex scandals failed outright Peter merely said any kind of love is all right But he made too many enemies Of the people who would keep us on our knees Hooray for Peter Pumpkin Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead? Peter Pumpkinhead was too good Had him nailed to a chunk of wood He died grinning on live TV Hanging there he looked a lot like you and an awful lot like me But he made too many enemies Of the people who would keep us on our knees Hooray for Peter Pumpkin Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead? Ah, hooray for Peter Pumpkin (hooray) Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkin Hooray for Peter Pumpkinhead Oh my oh my, oh Don't it make you want to cry, oh? |
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There is no language in our lungs
to tell the world just how we feel no bridge of thought no mental link no letting out just what you think there is no language in our lungs there is no muscle in our tongues to tell the world what's in our hearts no we're leaving nothing just chiselled stones no chance to speak before we're bones there is no muscle in our tongues I thought I had the whole world in my mouth I thought I could say what I wanted to say For a second that thought became a sword in my hand I could slay any problem that would stand in my way I felt just like a crusader lionheart, a holy land invader but nobody can say what they really mean to say and the impotency of speech came up and hit me that day and I would have made this instrumental but the words got in the way there is no language in our... there is no language in our lungs to tell the world what's in our hearts no we're leaving nothing behind just chiselled stones no chance to speak before we're bones there is no language in our lungs |
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Smalltown, snoring under blankets
Woken by the clank It's just the milkman's dawn round Smalltown, hiding undercovers The lodgers and the lovers Are asleep 'round Smalltown Shiney grey black snake of bikes He slithers Bearing up the men and boys To work We're standing in poplar lines Making alarm clocks that'll wake our wives up Don't ask us, we haven't the time We're racing the hooter that'll signal life's up Smalltown, crouching in the valley Woken by the sally army Sunday marchround Smalltown, coughing in the toilet Who on earth would spoil it Would they pull down Smalltown? If it's all the same to you Mrs Progress Think I'll drink my Oxo up And get away It's not that you're repulsive to see In your brand new catalogue nylon nightie You're too fast for little old me Next you'll be telling me it's 1990 I have lived here for a thousand years or maybe more And I've sheltered all the children who have fought the wars And as payment they make love in me In squeaky beds In bicycle sheds Inside of their heads As singles and weds As Tories and Reds And that's how I'm fed And that's how I'm fed Smalltown, snoring under blankets Woken by the clank It's just the milkman's dawn round Smalltown, hiding undercovers The lodgers and the lovers Are asleep 'round Smalltown Smalltown, crouching in the valley Woken by the sally army Sunday marchround Smalltown, coughing in the toilet Now who on earth would spoil it Will you pull down Smalltown Smalltown Smalltown |
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Climb up here beside me
We can ride and find a friend unfound Put your foot upon the laughing gas And drive your grin around Omnibus, take all of us All of us, take Omnibus Ain't nothing in the world like a white skinned girl Make your Union Jack and make your flag unfurl You can't say you've ridden 'Till you've given up your heart and seat Man that lady clippie rip your ticket Make your trip complete Omnibus, take all of us All of us, take Omnibus Ain't nothing in the world like a black skinned girl Make your shakespeare hard and make your oyster pearl Don't let horses pass you by Take a run and leap on Pull the blinkers from your eyes Before big bus has gone We'll be stopping off In every shop until you find that mate Don't waste time, go on and taste them all Why don't you fill your plate? Omnibus, take all of us All of us, take Omnibus There's nothing in the world like a gold skinned girl To make your bonsai weep and make your bamboo curl Omnibus, take all of us All of us, take Omnibus Omnibus, take all of us All of us, take Omnibus Ain't nothing in the world like a green skinned girl But that don't mean to say you can't look |
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I'm enlisting, overseas aid
need assisting, help with a maid get the expert, on mademoiselles he could diffuse, any bombshell If I could only be tough like him then I could win my own, small, battle of the sexes Sgt. Rock is going to help me make the girl mine keep her stood in line Sgt. Rock is going to help me make the girl mine keep her stood in line make the girl mine, wave the victory sign I'm invading, territories Girls are foreign, and strange to me get the expert, at kissing and stuff he stays easy, when things get rough Sometimes relationships don't go as planned some girls, can make themselves so cold a no-mans land. |
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Laying on the grass my heart it flares like fire
The way you slap my face just fills me with desire You play hard to get 'Cause you're teacher's pet But when the boats have gone We'll take a tumble excuse for a fumble Shocked me too the things we used to do on grass If you fancy we can buy an ice-cream cone Your mate has gone She didn't want to be alone I will pounce on you Just us and the Cuckoos You are helpless now Over and over we flatten the clover Shocked me too the things we used to do on grass It would shock you too the things we used to do on grass Grass, grass. Things we did on grass |
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All shuffle round in circles Their placards look the same With a picture and a name Of the ones who broke their hearts The disappointed All congregate at my house Their voices sob with grief That they want to be chief Of the tribe with broken hearts Once, I had no sympathy For those destroyed and thrown away by love Seems, your ring upon my finger Signifies that I've become the spokesman of... The disappointed Will bear me on their shoulders To a secret shadow land Where a sombre marching band Plays a tune for broken hearts And day grows darker now Everywhere, everywhere The disappointed Are coming in their millions They're spilling from the bus At a monument to us Made of bits of broken heart The disappointed Are growing every second They blot the sun to black At the bottom of the pack I'm the king of broken hearts |
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I have learnt there's a magical spot at the hop
Come with me to the church on the corner the hop There's nuts and crisps and ccc cola on tap A good time had by the boys and girls at the hop Tell me what do you say Tell me what do you say Life begins at the hop, boys and girls Prepare yourself for the boys in the band at the hop The cheap guitars, too young for the bars at the hop We'll jive around, make fools of ourselves then stop Back next week with another ridiculous tie knot Tell me what do you say Tell me what do you say Life begins at the hop, boys and girls |
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Paper, iron, won't buy Eden
working for paper and for iron work for the right to keep my tie on working for paper and for iron work for the unicorn and lion I pray the kids aren't starving no chicken for the Sunday carving I'll stay for one more farthing I take home my notes and coins every week I'm told I'm worth much more but the Church says turn the other cheek the other cheek paper, iron, won't buy Eden. I know the family needs me can't moan, the factory feeds me won't bite the hand that bleeds me I take home my notes and coins every week I'll inherit the earth I'm told but the Church says to remain this meek remain this meek I'm still a proud man. Won't show anybody else my wage a blend in the crowd man is this anybody's golden age is this anybody's golden age is this anybody's golden age or am I dreaming of a golden cage La la lo it's paper la la lo it's iron la la lo just paper la la lo just iron |
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Let's make a den
What shall we use? Make it out of hay Who will be leader? In it we can play at both being mothers and fathers until we have Children of our own. Let's make a den What shall we use? Make it out of wood Who will be leader? Wouldn't it be good if we could fight off rival gangs and take total Possession of the hill For the rest of our days? Isn't that what we can all look forward to when we grow up? Isn't that what we can all look forward to? Behind the door, women and men Love and war inside of our den. Let's make a den What shall we use? Make it out of bricks Who will be leader? In it how the sticks and stones will fly but my oh my won't we have Fun when later on we patch it up? Let's make a den What shall we use? Make it from cement Who will be leader? In it we can pent up all of our fears but give presents each christmas Like there was nothing ever wrong For the rest of our days. Isn't that what we can all look forward to when we grow up? Isn't that what we can all look forward to? Behind the door, women and men Love and war inside of their den. Well you can wear your brand new nurse's outfit, And I can wear my brand new cowboy suit. Everything unchanging Just furniture arranging Let's make a den What shall we use? Make it underground Who will be leader? Protect us from the flash and sound of the big stick they drop just To stop us from cuddling and hanging on For the rest of our days. |
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Bungalow
Bungalow By the sea Bungalow In the sea air Climbing rose Time to spare Luxury accommodation traps the sun So we're working every hour that God made So we can fly away Saving it all up for you bungalow Bungalow by the sea Bungalow Silver shoreline In the gorse You can be mine Standing prime position for the town Working for a vision through this life So we can fly away bungalow Bungalow You wait and see |
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I have learnt there's a magical spot at the hop
Come with me to the church on the corner the hop There's nuts and crisps and ccc cola on tap A good time had by the boys and girls at the hop Tell me what do you say Tell me what do you say Life begins at the hop, boys and girls Prepare yourself for the boys in the band at the hop The cheap guitars, too young for the bars at the hop We'll jive around, make fools of ourselves then stop Back next week with another ridiculous tie knot Tell me what do you say Tell me what do you say Life begins at the hop, boys and girls |
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Across a crowded room
I first set eyes on you My vision was impaired Obstructed out of view By those - faces in a crowded room them - bodies in a crowded room their - breathing in a crowded room and their - pushing me out down the fire escape In the crowded room I won't touch too much I felt the punch of a punch The language was enough To send me running etc |
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Meet you in the secret place
Scuffling in the dirt I wait Whistle will blow, whistle will blow, Share a joke the laugh's on me But when I get you on your own we'll see Someone might hear, someone might hear You're a working girl now You've got money of your own Hmmm The meeting place Hmmm The meeting place Strolling under grimey skies Machines that make you kiss in time Smoke on your breath, smoke on your breath Chimney never looked so good Never looked the way it should From lying in the bracken wood Coat on the ground, coat on the ground Take a walk down the lane We'll be late back again Hmmm The meeting place Hmmm The meeting place |
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Just a casual thing
Not really worth a mention Didn't hurt a bit Didn't hurt a bit But if you didn't mind Can we change the subject now? Didn't hurt a bit Really didn't hurt a bit And after all, I'm a man of the world People come to me 'cause I know the score And if you see the gang Say I'm a free man Be sure to tell 'em It didn't hurt a bit Just a bit of fun Didn't alter a thing Didn't hurt a bit That's an end to it In another week I won't remember the name But it's all the same Didn't hurt a bit My appearance isn't what you surmise It's just a piece of grit that got in my eye Whatever you do Whatever you know Well I'll put up straight It didn't hurt a bit Lots of rumours flying 'round Plans to decieve It's my word against hers Who are you going to believe? Just a casual thing Not really worth a mention Didn't hurt a bit Didn't hurt a bit But if you didn't mind Can we change the subject now? Didn't hurt a bit That's an end to it And after all, I'm a man of the world People come to me 'cause I know the score And if you see the king Say I'm a free man But be sure to tell me it didn't hurt a bit Whatever you do Whatever you say Be sure to tell me it didn't hurt a bit Noooooo! Noooooo! Yeaaaaah! |
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We're only making plans for Nigel
We only want what's best for him We're only making plans for Nigel Nigel just needs this helping hand And if young Nigel says he's happy He must be happy He must be happy in his work We're only making plans for Nigel He has his future in a British steel We're only making plans for Nigel Nigel's whole future is as good as sealed And if young Nigel says he's happy He must be happy He must be happy in his work Nigel is not outspoke n But he likes to speak And loves to be spoken to Nigel is happy in his work We're only making plans for Nigel |
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Hey hey, the clouds are whey, there's straw for the donkey and the innocents can all sleep safely all sleep safely. My my, sun is pie,there's fodder for the cannons and the guilty ones can all sleep safely all sleep safely. And all the world is football shaped its just for me to kick in space and i can see hear smell touch taste coz i've got one, two, three, four five senses working overtime trying to take this all in i've got one two three four five senses working over time trying to taste the difference between the lemons and limes pain and pleasure and the church bells softly chime...
Hey hey, night fights day, there's food for the thinkers and the innocents can all live slowly all live slowly. My my, the sky will cry jewels for the thirsty and the guilty ones can all die slowly all die slowly. And all the world is biscuit shaped its just for me to feed my face and i can see hear smell touch taste and i've got one two three four five senses working overtime trying to take this all in i've got one two three four five senses working overtime tryin to taste the difference between the lemons and limes, pain and pleasure and the church bells softly chime and birds might fall from black skies and bullies might give you black eyes and buses might skid on black ice but to me its very very beautiful (englands glory) beautiful (a striking beauty) and all the world is football shaped its just for me to kick in space and i can see hear smell touch taste coz i've got one, two, three, four five senses working overtime trying to take this all in i've got one two three four five senses working over time try to tell the difference between the goods and crimes, dirt or treasure and theres one two three four five senses working overtime trying to take it all in i've got one two three four five senses working overtime trying to taste the difference between lemons and limes pain and pleasure and the church bells softly chime... |
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, hope you got the letter, and...
I pray you can make it better down here. I don't mean a big reduction in the price of beer but all the people that you made in your image, see them starving on their feet 'cause they don't get enough to eat from God, I can't believe in you Dear God, sorry to disturb you, but... I feel that I should be heard loud and clear. We all need a big reduction in amount of tears and all the people that you made in your image, see them fighting in the street 'cause they can't make opinions meet about God, I can't believe in you Did you make disease, and the diamond blue? Did you make mankind after we made you? And the devil too! , don't know if you noticed, but... your name is on a lot of quotes in this book, and us crazy humans wrote it, you should take a look, and all the people that you made in your image still believing that junk is true. Well I know it ain't, and so do you, dear God, I can't believe in I don't believe in I won't believe in heaven and hell. No saints, no sinners, no devil as well. No pearly gates, no thorny crown. You're always letting us humans down. The wars you bring, the babes you drown. Those lost at sea and never found, and it's the same the whole world 'round. The hurt I see helps to compound that Father, Son and Holy Ghost is just somebody's unholy hoax, and if you're up there you'd perceive that my heart's here upon my sleeve. If there's one thing I don't believe in it's you.... |
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In the main square, and I saw there The first eating the text Books are burning In the still air And you know where they burn books People are next I believe the printed word should be forgiven Doesn't matter what it said Wisdom hotline from the dead back to the living Key to the larder for your heart and head Books are burning In our own town, watch us turn 'round And cast our glances elsewhere Books are burning In the playground Smell of burnt book is not unlike human hair I believe the printed word is more than sacred Beyond the gauge of good or bad The human right to let your soul fly free and naked Above the violence of the fearful and sad The church of matches Anoints in ignorance with gasoline The church of matches Grows fat by breathing in the smoke of dreams It's quite obscene Books are burning More each day now, and I pray now You boys will tire of these games Books are burning I hope somehow, this will allow A phoenix up from the flames |
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Happy I'm floating
Around on my feet now You make me go dizzy I'm weak at the knees I feel like I'm walking Round ten feet tall Well you say I'm faking And I say don't worry The way that I bubble There's something in the make I feel like I'm walking Round ten feet tall Right, the chemistry is right This boy has reached his height The feeling just goes on and on... From strength to strength I'm ten feet long... I feel like I'm walking Round ten feet tall |
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ii t isn't even winter and I'm freezing, freezing, and this sort
ii of feeling isn't pleasing and what I want to know, man ii why, oh why does she treat me like a snowman? she's been ii building me up quite steadily seems like I've been here years ii and years and years and years; I wait patiently, froze in history, all ice-water is tears and tears and tears and tears; she treats me far too frosty, this hanging on has cost me dear. it isn't even winter and I'm shivering, shivering waiting for the love that's not delivering what I want to know, man why oh why does she treat me like a snowman? it seems you would say I was too soft-hearted, if you made a dunce-cap I'd don it! people will always be tempted to wipe their feet on anything with 'welcome' written on it. it isn't even winter and I'm freezing, freezing, and this sort of feeling isn't pleasing and what I want to know, man why, oh why does she treat me like a snowman? andy-lead and backing vocals, electric guitar, mini-Korg, prophet V colin-fretless bass, backing vocals dave-semi acoustic electric 12-string guitar, piano, percussion terry-drums and drum synth composed by a. partridge |
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Because I'm dead beat I'm respirating To sounds of the engine Gives us sleepyheads, sleepyheads The road ahead it takes us to our beds Sleepyheads, sleepyheads, Our minds they race but our bodies are dead Just like looking for footprints Looking for footprints The lights are twisted Each one is misted Two, four, and counting Head nod in twenty |
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Save us from the ball and chain, Save us from the ball and chain, Save us from the ball and chain, oh yeah, The diggers and the tower cranes, The diggers and the tower cranes. Don't want demolition, Don't want your compensation, It's not just bricks and mortar, We are lambs to slaughter. Save us from the ball and chain, Save us from the ball and chain, Save us from the ball and chain, oh yeah, The diggers and the tower cranes, The diggers and the tower cranes. Must we live in fear, From those who shed no tears? Our one and only shelter, Your games, your helter skelter. Motorways and office blocks, They're standing on the spot Where stood a home, Crushing on the memories of people, Who have since turned to stone. (Ahh) They've turned to stone, (Ahh) They've turned to stone. Save us from the ball and chain, Save us from the ball and chain, Save us from the ball and chain, oh yeah, The diggers and the tower cranes, The diggers and the tower cranes. |
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Let me tell ya baby what to do I'll come round your house [spunk/spoke/smoke?] in your hair 'cause I'm a moron and I don't care Take it down a while ("Enter Terry Chambers on the [little/bloody?] drum kit, 'ere 'ere [terrificult]. Go bloody boil, Terry. Here he goes Ladies and Gentlemen - this is something you don't see very often, this is Terry Chambers from [unintelligible...] on bloody boil.") I'm going to tell ya about my operation ladies and gentlemen now I was admitted into the hospital yes and I was admitted to the hospital by an ambulance with a siren on the top the siren was going (guitar imitation of siren) all the way to [the] hospital (indistinct shouting in background) You're going to have to turn the drums up now for the bass player you're going to have to turn the drums up real loud turn up the drums for the bass player cause he can't hear to get into this Take it down a while ("Ahem, ahem") To resume the story ladies and gentlemen I was on my way to hospital and I was in a ambulance and the driver in the ambulance turned round to me and he said (quizzical guitar riff) yes he turned round to me and he said (repeat) he said, "Son, I haven't worked on the, on the Red Cross just to take people like you with shaving brushes stuff up, stuck up your rectum to the hospital" (guitar riff) "yeah I said stuck up your rectum" (riff) "you got a shaving brush" (riff) "shaving brush" (riff) "you got a shaving brush stuck right up your rectum" (riff) "and I, and I didn't join the Red Cross" (riff) "to take people like you to hospital" But he said (laughs), he said, he said "I kind of like your face" (riff) "and I'm going to take you to" (riff) "I'm going to take you to the Colostomy Ward, I'm going to take you to Colostomy Ward, in Princess Margaret's Hospital" yeah, it was opened in 1967, ladies and gentlemen Yeah, we can see Princess Margaret opening this here hospital okay Princess, open that fucking hospital baby Okay Princess, let's take it down a while yeah, huh, yeah There was Princess Margaret opening a hospital there folks (giggles) Well in any case, this hospital was opened back in 1960-something-or-other, by Princess Marguerite and she's really sweet you know (giggles), she really [sucks cock] Princess Margaret [going down] on a whole damn band yeah Any case I was traveling in this ambulance, you know the one what was going (guitar-siren) all the way to the hospital, folks, yeah and I, you know I'd been up to some real extra-marital relationships with, you know, equipment, like uh, the shaving brush (riff) (giggles) the shaving brush (riff) well this was my [outing?] and I was, I was laid out on the bed and my brand-new wife that's the one with the long curly hair, she said to me "Babe I'm going to give you a real experience with this here shaving brush" (riff) and she took it and she stuck it in (riff) and I... well I liked it but it was only in having to go to Princess (riff) Margaret's (riff) hospital baby, baby, baby Princess Margaret's hospital opened in 1968 (someone else shouts "One, two, three, four!") Well for all you folks out there the record playing and [...] saga I [got ?] I was admitted to the Outpatients Department and I was well and truly impaled I said impaled and they took me to a private booth yeah a private booth and a nurse came up to me and she saw the shaving brush stickin' out and she leaned over for some - and she leaned right over a piece of me - tongs, she leaned over for some tongs and she took them tongs to the shaving brush and pulled it out, right out of me I said she pulled that shaving brush right out of me [Crank it up] |
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