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Maybe, maybe it`s the clothes we wear,
The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair, Maybe it`s our kookiness, Or maybe, maybe it`s our nowhere towns, Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds, Maybe it`s our looseness, But we are trash, you and me, We`re the litter on the breeze, We`re the lovers on the streets, Just trash, me and you, It`s in everything we do, It`s in everything we do Maybe, maybe it`s the things we say, The words we`ve heard and the music we play, Maybe it`s our cheapness, Or maybe, maybe it`s the times we`ve had, The lazy days and the crazes and the fads, Maybe it`s our sweetness, But we`re trash, you and me, We`re the litter on the breeze, We`re the lovers on the street, Just trash, me and you, It`s in everything we do, It`s in everything we do instrumental break But we`re trash, you and me, We`re the lovers on the street, We`re the litter on the breeze Just trash, me and you, It`s in everything we do, It`s in everything we do ah you and me, We`re the lovers on the streets, We`re the litter on the breeze, ah you and me, It`s in everything we do, It`s in everything we do....... ah you and me... |
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Filmstar, propping up the bar,
driving in a car, it looks so easy, Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car tonight, Filmstar, giving it class, living it fast, it looks so easy, Filmstar, giving it class, living it fast tonight. What to believe in, it's impossible to say? What to believe in when they change your name, wash your brain, play the game again, yeah, yeah, yeah, Filmstar, elegance, a terylene shirt, it looks so easy, Filmstar, an elegant sir in a terylene shirt tonight, Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car, it looks so easy, Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car tonight. What to believe in, it's impossible to say? What to believe in when they change your name, wash your brain, play the game again, Yeah, yeah, yeah... |
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Here they come with their make-up on as lovely as the clouds,
come and see them, Boys and girls and their mums and their words and their romances and jobs and their sons, Barking mad kids, lonely dads who drug it up to give it some meaning, From the raves to the council estates they're reminding us there's things to be done. But you and me, all we want to be is lazy, you and me, so lazy... Here they come gone 7am getting satellite and Sky getting cable, Bills and Bens and their mums and their friends who just really, really want to be loved, Uncle Teds and their legendary vests helping out around the disabled, From the flats and the maisonettes they're reminding us there's things to be done. But you and me, all we want to be is lazy, you and me, so lazy... It's you and me, it's you and me, you and me |
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| 4:18 |
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She can walk out anytime,
anytime she wants to walk out, that's fine, She can walk out anytime, anytime she feels that life has passed her by, And when I start my new life I won't touch the ground, I'm gonna try hard this time not to touch the ground. He can walk out anytime, anytime he wants to walk out, that's fine, He can walk out anytime, across the sand, into the sea, into the brine And when I start my new life I won't touch the ground, I'm gonna try hard this time not to touch the ground. So we sold the car and quit the job and shook some hands and wiped the make-up right off And we said our good-byes to the bank left Seven Sisters for a room in a seaside shack And when I start my new life I won't touch the ground, I'm gonna try hard this time not to touch the ground ... it's by the sea we'll breed ... into the sea we'll bleed... |
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| 3:39 |
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She, walking like a killer,
She, another night another pillow. Nowhere places, nowhere faces, no one wants to see, No education, it's the arse of the nation, She is bad, she is bored, she is bony, she is... She, sh-shaking up the karma, She, 3injecting marijuana2, Nowhere places, nowhere faces, no one wants to see, No education it's the arse of the nation, She is bad, she is bored, she is bony, she is... she... Nowhere faces, nowhere places, no one wants to be, No stimulation in this privatisation, She is bad, she is bored, she is bony, she is she. |
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To.moonn6pence From.shootingstar High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine shaking their bits to the hits, Drag acts, drug acts, suicides, in your dad's suite you hide staining his name again, Cracked up, stacked up, 22, psycho for sex and glue lost it to Bostik, yeah. Shaved heads, rave heads, on the pill, got too much time too kill get into bands and gangs. Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones loved up, Doved up, hung around, stoned in a lonely town shaking their meat to the beat, High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine shaking their bits to the hits, Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones. You don't think about it, You don't do without it, because you're beautiful, And if your baby's going crazy that's how you made me, la, la, la, la High on diesel and gasoline, 가솔린 디젤 엔진의 속력을 높여 Psycho for drum machine 드럼머신 연주광 Shaking their bits to the hits, 그들은 비트에 맞춰 몸을 흔들고 있다 Drag acts, drug acts, suicides, 드랙퀸 분장, 마약 흡입, 자살, In your dad's suits you're hide staining his name again, 네가 숨긴 너의 아빠의 양복을 입고 다시 그의 이름을 더럽히고 있다 Cracked up, stacked up, 22, psycho for sex and glue 악명을 떨치는 타락한 스물두살의 섹스광 Lost it to Bostik , yeah, 보스틱을 잃어버렸어 (주 : 'Bostik'은 문구 브랜드로 별 뜻없이 운을 맞추기 위해 사용됨) Shaved heads, rave heads, on the pill, 면도한 머리, 사납게 들끊는 머리속, 피임약 복용 Got too much time to kill 살인을 할 시간은 넘치도록 많아 Get into bands and gangs, 밴드나 갱단에 들어갈 수도 있겠지 Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones, la la la la..... 오, 여기 그들이 온다, 아름다운 사람들, 아름다운 사람들이, Here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones, la la la la.... 그들이 오고 있어, 아름다운 사람들, 아름다운 사람들이 Loved up, Doved up, hung around, stoned in a lonely town 사랑스럽고 순수한 사람들이 외로운 도시에서 약에 취해 배회하고 있다 Shaking their meat to the beat, 그들의 몸은 박자에 따라 흔들린다 High on diesel and gasoline, 가솔린 디젤 엔진의 속력을 높여 Psycho for drum machine 드럼머신 연주광 Shaking their bits to the hits, 그들은 비트에 맞춰 몸을 흔들고 있다 Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones, la la la la.... 오, 여기 그들이 온다, 아름다운 사람들, 아름다운 사람들이 Here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones 여기 그들이 온다, 아름다운 사람들, 아름다운 사람들이 Oh, You don't think about it, You don't do without it, because you're beautiful, 넌 그것 없이 지낼 수는 없겠지, 왜냐하면 넌 아름다우니까 Yeah Yeah, and if your baby's going crazy 만약 너의 연인이 점점 이성을 잃어간다면 That's how you made me, la, la, la, la... 그것은 네가 나를 길들이는 방법이지 |
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| 3:33 |
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She's star, starcrazy, electric-shock-bog-brush-hair,
Flat on her back in the 80's, in the 90's going nowhere, Star, starcrazy, got a kicking transistor inside, A heavy metal stutter that brains me, and an electric love in her eyes, Oh, she don't want education, She got nothing to say, She got no imagination (so they say) Why does she feel this way? Cos she's star, starcrazy, getting stupid on the streets tonight, and shaking like a mechanical thing with an electric love in her eyes, Oh, she don't want education, She got nothing to say, She got no imagination (so they say) So why does she feel this way? |
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| 4:46 |
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I'm so sorry to hear about the news,
Don't you worry, I'll buy us a bottle and well drink in the petrol fumes, I'm so sorry to hear about your world, Don't you worry, There's a gap in the fence down by the nature reserve, Hey, such a lovely day, such a lovely day, Such fun, looking at the lovers in a lay-by with my little one. I'm so sorry to hear the news today, Don't you worry, There's been a speeding disaster so we'll go to the motorway, I'm so sorry to hear about the scene, Don't you worry, Just put on your trainers and get out of it with me, Hey, such a lovely day, such a lovely day, Such fun, looking at the lovers in a lay-by with my little one. Hey, such a lovely day, such a lovely day, Such fun, looking at the lorries in the litter with my lovely one, We could go dancing, we could go walking, we could go shopping, we could keep talking, we could go drinking, we could sit thinking, we could go speeding, or we could go dreaming, see? oh hey... |
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| 9. |
| 7:04 |
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And maybe we're just kids who've grown, and maybe not
And maybe when we're on our own, we don't have much But oh, we are young and not tired of it Oh, we are young and easily led Oh, with all the kids getting out of their heads Oh, Class A, Class B Is that the only chemistry? Oh, Class A, Class B Is that the only chemistry between us? And maybe we're just Streatham trash, and maybe not And maybe we're just capital flash in a stupid love But oh, we are young and not tired of it Oh, we are young and easily lead Oh, by all the kids getting out of our heads Oh, Class A, Class B Is that the only chemistry? Oh, Class A, Class B Is that the only chemistry between us? Oh, we are young and not tired of it Oh, we are young and easily lead Oh, we are the kids getting out of our heads Oh, Class A, Class B Is that the only chemistry? Oh, Class A, Class B Is that the only chemistry between us? |
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| 4:42 |
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Today she's been working, she's been talking, she's been smoking, but it'll be alright, Cos tonight we'll go dancing, we'll go laughing, we'll get car sick, and it'll be okay like everyone says, it'll be alright and ever so nice, We're going out tonight, out and about tonight. Oh, whatever makes her happy on a Saturday night, Oh whatever makes her happy, whatever makes it alright. Today she's been sat there, sat there in a black chair, office furniture, but it'll be alright, Cos tonight we'll go drinking we'll do silly things, and never let the winter in, And it'll be okay like everyone says, it'll be alright and ever so nice, We're going out tonight, out and about tonight. Oh, whatever makes her happy on a Saturday night, Oh, whatever makes her happy, whatever makes it alright. We'll go to freak shows and peep shows, We'll go to discos, casinos, We'll go where people go and let go Oh whatever makes her happy |
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| 2:49 |
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She, walking like a killer,
She, another night another pillow. Nowhere places, nowhere faces, no one wants to see, No education, it's the arse of the nation, She is bad, she is bored, she is bony, she is... She, sh-shaking up the karma, She, 3injecting marijuana2, Nowhere places, nowhere faces, no one wants to see, No education it's the arse of the nation, She is bad, she is bored, she is bony, she is... she... Nowhere faces, nowhere places, no one wants to be, No stimulation in this privatisation, She is bad, she is bored, she is bony, she is she. |
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| 12. |
| 3:15 |
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Here they come with their make-up on as lovely as the clouds,
come and see them, Boys and girls and their mums and their words and their romances and jobs and their sons, Barking mad kids, lonely dads who drug it up to give it some meaning, From the raves to the council estates they're reminding us there's things to be done. But you and me, all we want to be is lazy, you and me, so lazy... Here they come gone 7am getting satellite and Sky getting cable, Bills and Bens and their mums and their friends who just really, really want to be loved, Uncle Teds and their legendary vests helping out around the disabled, From the flats and the maisonettes they're reminding us there's things to be done. But you and me, all we want to be is lazy, you and me, so lazy... It's you and me, it's you and me, you and me |
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| 3:16 | 
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| 14. |
| 2:38 |
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Filmstar, propping up the bar,
driving in a car, it looks so easy, Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car tonight, Filmstar, giving it class, living it fast, it looks so easy, Filmstar, giving it class, living it fast tonight. What to believe in, it's impossible to say? What to believe in when they change your name, wash your brain, play the game again, yeah, yeah, yeah, Filmstar, elegance, a terylene shirt, it looks so easy, Filmstar, an elegant sir in a terylene shirt tonight, Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car, it looks so easy, Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car tonight. What to believe in, it's impossible to say? What to believe in when they change your name, wash your brain, play the game again, Yeah, yeah, yeah... |
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| 5:02 |
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| 17. |
| 3:20 |
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| 3:08 |
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sunday, monday we lie around
but it's not easy someday, one day we'll get sky and move away and like the birds we'll fly tomorrow obscene machines that glide away and like the birds we'll fly tomorrow and like the birds we'll fly from your asda town never coming down 'cos they're take, taking it away sunday, monday we lie in bed but it's not easy someday, one day we'll cash the cheques and drive away and like the birds we'll fly tomorrow obscene machines that glide away and like the birds we'll fly tomorrow and like the birds we'll fly from your asda town never coming down 'cos they're take, taking it away |
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| 4:34 |
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Together
She was standing smoking counting stolen change, Don't someone have the guts to complain? Said "superman, I'm a big fan, Let's get something straight, Well you don't have the guts to complain" Now your son's coming out to play Your son's coming out to play When you're on your own Standing by the phone We should get together Got a supermarket stance Just taking it hand-in-hand We should get together Just think of the life you'll save Not stuck in your early grave We should get together I saw you standing smoking counting stolen change But I don't have the guts to complain Well I picked you up, got mixed up with you, That's OK 'Cos now I've got the guts to complain And now your son's coming out to play Your son's coming out to play When you're on your own Standing by the phone We should get together Got a supermarket stance Just taking it hand-in-hand We should get together Just think of the life you'll save Not stuck in your early grave We should get together |
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| 3:14 |
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Bentswood Boys
When you're high on diesel nightly And the traffic starts to roll You smoke a cigarette and watch the black girls In a white boys world Anything is possible for the Bentswood boys Where the karma comes with the kids and the cat food You see Tina push the pram 'Cos she was on her back in his estate car And in the back of his van Anything is possible for the Bentswood boys For the Bentswood boys (things are happening) For the Bentswood boys (mmm...tell it like it is!) Don't take me down, don't take me down Don't take me down south |
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Europe Is Our Playground
Run with me baby, let your hair down Through every station, through every town Run with me baby, let's take a chance From Heathrow to Hounslow, from the Eastern Block to France Europe is our playground, London is our town So run with me baby now Run with me baby, let your hair down Through every station, through every town Run with me baby, let's make a stand From peepshows to disco, from Spain to Camber Sands Europe is our playground, London is our town So run with me baby now... |
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| 3:56 |
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Have You Ever Been This Low?
Have you ever been this low? The taxis take you where you wanna go Broken windows, endless television shows I haven't ever been so low I am the one, I sing the song My lights are on but there's nobody home So much happening today A thousand people come and go and stay and fade away They draw the blinds and watch the show Have you ever been so low? I am the one, I sing the song My lights are on but there's nobody home ...nobody home |
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| 3:52 |
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Another No One
She takes the blame, takes the pain but the world smiles 'Cos outside is just a taxi ride to drive away So she packs her bag, calls a cab and the world smiles And inside well she feels all right and turns to say: "Yes it's the end, the final showdown Yes it's the end of our small love You'll have to find another no one to take the shit like I have Well I guess this is the end, I guess this is the end." She feels the sun, phones her mum and the world smiles 'Cos outside in the morning light it's another day So she packs her bag, smokes a fag and the world smiles 'Cos inside well she feels all right, and turns to say: "Yes it's the end, the final showdown Yes it's the end of our small love You'll have to find another no one who'll take the shit like I have Well I guess this is the end, I guess this is the end... Oh well..." |
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Every Monday Morning Comes
Oh when you and I Watch the planes go by Silver in the sky We do whatever we like Oh when you and me See the birds and the sea The people on the streets We do whatever we please But every Monday morning comes, Every Monday morning, yeah, yeah Oh every Monday morning comes, Every Monday morning, yeah Oh when you and I Watch the London sky The traffic rolling by We do whatever we like So we chase the day away And feel the morning rain Piss our money down the drain And do whatever they say But every Monday morning comes, Every Monday morning, yeah, yeah Oh every Monday morning comes, Every Monday morning, yeah |
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The Sound Of The Streets
She walks the streets of summer Inside her there's no future She walks the streets to pass the time The cash machines are laughing At plastic people passing She walks the streets to pass the time Sadie, Sadie hear the sound of the streets Insane as anything, ah Sadie, Sadie knows the sound of the streets It's insane as anything, ah She sees the midnight taxis The toilets and the backstreets She feels the wheels and needs a line Outside there's crazy parties There's painted faces laughing So many ways to pass the time Sadie, Sadie hear the sound of the streets Insane as anything, ah Sadie, Sadie knows the sound of the streets It's insane as anything, ah She walks the streets of summer Inside her there's no future She walks the streets to pass the time Inside she feels like winter For the child that died within her She walks the streets to pass the time Sadie, Sadie hear the sound of the streets Insane as anything, ah ah Sadie, Sadie knows the sound of the streets It's insane as anything, ah |
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| 4:37 |
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Young Men
Tony only reads Asian babes Danny's doing doves on down the raves Terry drinks his money away Oh God, and his sons play drums all day On the scene, on the dole, in your eyes, in your soul, The young men You are the ones, are the scene, are the sons, are the young men Young men, here we, here we go again Les says punk isn't dead Mick is not impeccably bred Paul he just can't get out of bed Oh God, and Phil's still off his head On the scene, on the dole, in your eyes, in your soul, The young men You are the ones, are the system, are the sons, are the young men Young men, here we, here we go again On the scene, on the dole, in your eyes, in your soul, the young men You are the ones, are the scene, are the young men Cheating on the wives, all shiny suits and lazy lies, the young men Insulting everyone, picked up your sister, kicked your son, the young men Fighting in the clubs, flash on the streets, cash in the pubs, the young men Boozing on the train, p-45's and cheap champagne -- the young men |
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You live on Lancaster Road
And you've got a computer And you go when the library's closed And sit and think of the future Oh, oh, oh, Sam, oh, oh, oh, Sam Oh, oh, oh, Sam, You're my main man You've got a mum by the name of Anne And she has got a daughter And your brother Simon, well sometimes he gets out of hand But he looks like John Travolta Oh, oh, oh, Sam, oh, oh, oh, Sam Oh, oh, oh, Sam, You're my main man Oh, oh, oh, Sam, oh, oh, oh, Sam Oh, oh, oh, Sam, oh, oh, oh, lalala You drink tea in a cafe close to me And sit and read the headlines You don't seem to mind if the social is too unkind Or if you're near the bread line Oh, oh, oh, Sam, oh, oh, oh, Sam Oh, oh, oh, Sam, You're my main man Oh, oh, oh, Sam, oh, oh, oh, Sam Oh, oh, oh, Sam, oh, oh, oh, lalala |
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Money
You thought you'd come and amaze me honey You thought you'd come on and amaze me with your money You thought you'd come and amaze me honey Get flash, get cash, get phoney You thought you'd come and amaze me honey You thought you'd come on and amaze me with your money You thought you'd come and amaze me honey Get rich, get stitched, get lonely So come and amaze me, so come and amaze me It takes everyone, every son, every dad and every mum Some find a one and a one turns them on, it's money You thought you'd come and amaze me honey You thought you'd come on and amaze me with your money You thought you'd come and amaze me honey Get wheels, get heels, get sloaney You thought you'd come and amaze me honey You thought you'd come on and amaze me with your money You thought you'd come and amaze me honey Get fucked, pissed up, get loaded So come and amaze me, so come and amaze me It takes everyone, every son, every dad and every mum Some find a one and a one turns them on, it's money |
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| 5:47 |
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This Time
Oh, day after day, every morning The city sighs and cars collide Oh we take the train through the winter hinterland and garage bands And we wash it away, we wash it away this grey, wash it away Oh, 'cos this time is yours and mine Oh hear the city sound, see the lonely crowds This scene is you and me Oh in the lazy sun, we're the only ones Oh, day after day every morning The roundabouts will take us south Past every train in every station Traffic signs and circle lines 'Cos this time is yours and mine Oh hear the city sound, see the lonely crowds This scene is you and me Oh in the lazy sun, we're the only ones This time is yours and mine Oh, we're the city sounds, we're the underground This scene is you and me Oh, we're the lazy suns, we're the only ones |
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W.S.D.
Dressed as a cowboy on top of a hill it's sadder than it probably sounds He gets lovely the more he's ill, don't o.d. on him now Dressed as a woman with horrible hair and singing to the birds in town Who goes walking through traffic out there, don't o.d. on her now Oh, is it true what they say about you? Oh, is it true what they say about you two? Married to me is a hungry son who wants to push me from the 2nd floor We're so disco we can't get on in this world anymore Oh, is it true what they say about you? Oh, is it true what they say about you two? Dressed as a cowboy in a permanent gag it's sadder than it probably sounds So fucking what if he's licking the bag, don't o.d. on him now Oh, is it true what they say about you? Oh, is it true what they say about you two? |
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Jumble Sale Mums
Oh jumble sale mums, what are they on? Kids walk round like they're half asleep And they've got somebody else's clothes on Jumble sale dads, boil in the bag Says something that I can't repeat, and he swears Oh this ain't the highlife, this ain't the highlife This ain't the highlife, this ain't the highlife Oh jumble sale mums, what are they on? Kids just sit hanging round the street And they've got somebody else's clothes on Jumble sale dads, now she's packed her bags He does some things that I can't repeat, and he swears Oh this ain't the highlife, this ain't the highlife This ain't the highlife, this ain't the highlife |
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These Are The Sad Songs
Lay Lady Lay and Band of Gold A Day in the Life, And Dream of Sheep Seasong and Vincent and Death Disco Listen to the music in your sleep These are the sad songs, the broken words These are the sad songs, the lies you've heard These are the good times you keep inside These are the good things that you can have if you try Venus in Furs and An Occasional Dream Sign o the Times and Bill is Dead And Lazyitis and Big Louise Listen to the music in your head These are the sad songs, the broken words These are the sad songs, the lies you've heard These are the good times you keep inside These are the good things that you can have if you try |
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flying all night
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| 5:26 |
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Sadie
Inside her is the suburbs, in the sodium lights and the streets In the parked cars and the pretty parks, and in every lonely disease In the new loves under covers, in the cold touch of the right In the dead flowers and the silent hours In the nightclubs and the fights Cold, cold as the night, high as the trees, slow as you like Oh you know she's she's cold, cold as the night High as the trees, slow as you like... Sadie Inside her is the suburbs, in the old front room in the rain In all the bad days and the music that plays In the bored kids and their games In the new loves under covers, and all the young mums And their worlds Who are left at home when all the kids have grown watching the pretty young girls Cold, cold as the night, high as the trees, slow as you like Oh you know she's cold, cold as the night High as the trees, slow as you like... Sadie Oh and I've got to take it, and I've got to fake it And I've got to use her, and I've got to choose her And I've got to feel it, and I've got to steal it And I've got to be... Sadie |
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Graffiti Women
Graffiti women draw pictures on the wall Graffiti slogans and situations scrawled Just made up people who wonder through your brain Graffiti people got nothing, got no name And you sleep but they'll find you And they'll carve their number in your mind And they'll steal what they want from who they want from time to time Graffiti women swap stories in the park Graffiti women take photos after dark In permanent people who wonder through the day Graffiti people got nothing, got no name And you sleep but they'll find you And they'll carve their number in your mind So steal what you want from who you want from time to time |
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Duchess
You've had your fun, your money's gone You're only friend is the telephone Oh duchess, now you're one of us You stay at home and lights the light They make you smile in the empty night Oh duchess, now you're one of us Well she knows Latinos and she knows Mexicans And she sits alone by the telephone But they won't call back again You count the pounds and cut your hair Won't someone send you a millionaire? Oh duchess, now you're one of us No friends to see, no car to drive You'd go to bars but you're much too shy Oh duchess, now you're one of us Well she knows Latinos and she knows Mexicans And she sits alone over 13 stone And they won't come back again She knows Latinos and she knows Mexicans But now things are tough and they've had enough And they won't come back again You've had your fun your money's gone You spend all day by the telephone |
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