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from Chumbawamba - What You See Is What You Get (2000)
With a w and a w and a w dot
With a w and a w and a w dot With a w and a w and a w dot Ooh Mr. Murdoch can I show you around? A new religion, no beat no rhythm Just Wal-Mart wall to wall A Kodak baby in the land of plenty Honey, I blew up the world With a w and a w and a w dot With a w and a w and a w dot With a w and a w and a w dot |
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from Chumbawamba - Wysiwyg (2000)
With a w and a w and a w dot
With a w and a w and a w dot With a w and a w and a w dot Ooh Mr. Murdoch can I show you around? A new religion, no beat no rhythm Just Wal-Mart wall to wall A Kodak baby in the land of plenty Honey, I blew up the world With a w and a w and a w dot With a w and a w and a w dot With a w and a w and a w dot |
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from Chumbawamba - Readymades (2002)
Without Rhyme or Reason (The Killing of Harry Stanley)
I wish, I wish, but it’s all in vain On hands and knees Floors like these Washing away Red from grey Hearts will ache Shotgun-shaped No remorse Of course, of course Of course there’s an explanation Why you sing without reason or rhyme Without reason or rhyme Everyone Must be wrong This explains Where he lays Hearts can kill And they will Filed reports Of course, of course Of course there’s an explanation Why you sing without reason or rhyme Without reason or rhyme |
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from Chumbawamba - Readymades (2002)
They try in vain our minds to chain They try in vain our minds to chain I'm up in the stars I'm looking down at the gutter When I'm good, I'm very good But when I'm bad, I'm better Oh barman fill this glass again And keep on pouring 'til Death says 'when' Oh barman, fill it to the top And we'll be drinking 'til the singing has to stop They try in vain our minds to chain They try in vain our minds to chain A B C D E F G The only notes that matter When I'm good, I'm very good But when I'm bad, I'm better Oh barman, fill this glass again And keep on pouring 'til Death says 'when' Oh barman fill it to the top And we'll be drinking 'til the singing has to stop They try in vain our minds to chain (Repeats) Me and all my friends are coming 'round to your house And we're not going to go until we get thrown out (Repeats) Oh barman, fill this glass again (Repeats) They try in vain our minds to chain (Repeats) To chain (Repeats) |
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from Chumbawamba - Uneasy Listening (1998)
Driving on the bypass to Damascus
I saw a preacher trying to hitch a ride With a pair of broken wings And a suitcase full of sins He gathered up his dreams and jumped inside Pulling Malatesta from his suitcase He lifted up his voice and began to sing 'My songs of desperation lead to action... And this is where the serious fun begins.' We don't go to God's house anymore Saw the light and walked right out the door We don't go to God's house It's more fun in the dog house We don't go to God's house anymore Well driving on, I tasted sweet salvation As we sung away the pulpit and the past The preacherman and me We sang such harmonies The highway of my life went by so fast The preacher, he got off at the crossroads He said, 'This is where I end, and you begin' He left behind the wings and the Malatesta And the memory of the songs we both did sing We don't go to God's house anymore Saw the light and walked right out the door We don't go to God's house It's more fun in the doghouse We don't go to God's house anymore |
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from Chumbawamba - Uneasy Listening (1998)
Just take a ticket
It takes you nowhere They saw us coming It's them and us here Just keep your voice down And light another I am a patient girl I wait, I wait, I wait It's not your money Don't call me stupid Not big, not clever Mean can mean awkward It's Wigan Pier here I'm not for jumping See candid camera Sees next to nothing (Chorus) You keep me waiting I keep on shouting You keep me waiting I keep on shouting You keep me waiting I keep on shouting You keep me waiting My letterbox knows Bangers and bad news Good morning campers Sees queues and queues and queues They spell my name wrong It's not for art's sake And every truth told Black mark on black mark You love to chew on This bread and butter You crunch your numbers And push your papers Pile-up on pile-up Malicious bad turns I'll light another Slow fuses, slow burn (Repeat chorus) |
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from Chumbawamba - First 2 Lps (1995)
(White-whitewash, white-whitewash)
When you don't want to feed the world When you just want to feed your bank balance Wash your guilt away (Whitewash) Unilever Washes whiter (whitewash) Soap to clean those dirty hands And a slap for the people who work the land Unilever (whitewash, whitewash) Man-made hunger (whitewash) Soap in our eyes (white-whitewash) John West is the best (whitewash) Old soap opera (whitewash) No soap-reality (whitewash) Legal slave trade (white-whitewash) Domestos kills all known truths dead (White-whitewash, white-whitewash) Soap to wash the darkest stain Profit covers up the pain Of a slow, deliberate genocide And all the dirt you want to hide Take the black and wash it whiter (whitewash) Brooke-Bond Oxo (whitewash) Blue Band, Bird's Eye (whitewash) Lifebuoy, Sunsilk (whitewash) Persil washes whiter (whitewash) We make whitewash (Whitewash) We sell whitewash (Whitewash) Consume whitewash Consumed by whitewash (whitewash) [Simultaneously:] Unilever, Man-made hunger / Soap to wash the darkest stain Soap in our eyes, John West is the best / Profit covers up the pain Of a slow, deliberate genocide / Old soap opera No soap-reality / And all the dirt you want to hide Legal slave trade / Take the black and wash it white Domestos kills all known truths dead Whitewash Buy it Somewhere in this cycle there's me and you What are we prepared to do? Somewhere in this cycle there's me and you What are we prepared to do? Somewhere in this cycle there's me and you What are we prepared to do? Somewhere in this cycle there's me and you What are we prepared to do? Somewhere in this cycle there's me and you What are we prepared to do? Somewhere in this cycle there's me and you What are we prepared to do? Somewhere in this cycle there's me and you What are we prepared to do? Somewhere in this cycle there's me and you What are we prepared to do? (vomiting) |
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from Chumbawamba - Slap (1998)
(Chorus)
You sometimes wonder and you sometimes wonder Ten thousand Deutschmarks to hand me over Oh you sometimes wonder and you sometimes wonder You can make a living sometimes wondering Don't think these bones can be sold when I'm long gone Don't think that I should want to sell my soul for the Sundays Don't wait for me to say I'm sorry--I won't Who wants to be a green MP? I don't (Repeat chorus) Wise men say only fools rush in But I can't help falling in love with you Don't think I walked into banks to stand in the queue Don't think I pressed up to the plexi-glass just to talk to you Don't wait for me to say I'm sorry - I won't Who wants to be a green MP? - I don't (Repeat chorus) |
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from Chumbawamba - Uneasy Listening (1998)
Ugh! Your ugly, your ugly, your ugly houses look so Ugh!
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from Chumbawamba - Swingin With Raymond (1998)
Ugh! Your ugly, your ugly, your ugly houses look so Ugh!
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from Chumbawamba - Tubthumper (1997)
We'll be singing
when we're winning We'll be singing I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down Pissing the night away Pissing the night away He drinks a whiskey drink He drinks a vodka drink He drinks a lager drink He drinks a cider drink He sings the songs that remind him of the good times He sings the songs that remind him of the better times Oh Danny Boy Danny Boy Danny Boy I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down Pissing the night away Pissing the night away He drinks a whiskey drink He drinks a vodka drink He drinks a lager drink He drinks a cider drink He sings the songs that remind him of the good times He sings the songs that remind him of the better times Don't cry for me next door neighbor I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down |
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from Allez! Ola! Ole! : Music Of The Worldcup [omnibus] (1998)
Words on a postcard from far away
Spoke of a time long ago Laughed myself daft on that Saturday Singing “Here we go” I'm a taxi driver I'm a postal worker I'm an office cleaner I'm a striking docker I'm a ballet dancer I'm a Zapatista I'm a pop singer I'm a winner I'm a winner, baby I'm a winner, baby Ole, ole, ole, ole Top of the world I'm on top of the world Ole, ole, ole, ole Top of the world I'm on top of the world I'm a brick layer I'm an ex-miner I'm a single mother I'm a bus driver I’m a political prisoner I'm a print worker I’m a footballer I'm a winner I'm a winner, baby I'm a winner, baby Ole, ole, ole, ole Top of the world I'm on top of the world Ole, ole, ole, ole Top of the world I'm on top of the world Words on a postcard from far way Spoke of a time long ago Laughed ourselves daft on that Saturday Singing "Here we go" Ole, ole, ole, ole Top of the world I'm on top of the world Ole, ole, ole, ole Top of the world I'm on top of the world Ole, ole, ole, ole Top of the world I'm on top of the world Ole, ole, ole, ole Top of the world I'm on top of the world Ole, ole, ole, ole Top of the world (I’m up, I’m down) I'm on top of the world (I love what’s not allowed) Ole, ole, ole, ole Top of the world (I’m up, I’m down) I'm on top of the world (I love what’s not allowed) Ole, ole, ole, ole Top of the world (I’m up, I’m down) I'm on top of the world (I love what’s not allowed) Ole, ole, ole, ole |
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from Victory - The World Champions [omnibus] (2002)
Spoke of a time long ago
Laughed ourselves daft on that Saturday Singing here we go I'm a taxi driver I'm a postal worker I'm an office cleaner I'm a striking docker I'm a ballet dancer I'm a Zapatista I'm a pop singer I'm a winner (Chorus) I'm a winner baby I'm a winner baby Ol?ol?ol?ol?Top of the world I'm on top of the world Ol?ol?ol?ol?Top of the world I'm on top of the world I'm a brick layer I'm an ex-miner I'm a single mother I'm a bus driver I'm a political prisoner I'm a print worker I'm a footballer I'm a winner (Repeat chorus) Words on a postcard from far away Spoke of a time long ago Laughed ourselves daft on that Saturday Singing here we go (Repeat chorus) |
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from Chumbawamba - Tubthumper (1997)
Spoke of a time long ago
Laughed ourselves daft on that Saturday Singing here we go I'm a taxi driver I'm a postal worker I'm an office cleaner I'm a striking docker I'm a ballet dancer I'm a Zapatista I'm a pop singer I'm a winner I'm a winner baby I'm a winner baby Ol?ol?ol?ol?Top of the world I'm on top of the world Ol?ol?ol?ol?Top of the world I'm on top of the world I'm a brick layer I'm an ex-miner I'm a single mother I'm a bus driver I'm a political prisoner I'm a print worker I'm a footballer I'm a winner Words on a postcard from far away Spoke of a time long ago Laughed ourselves daft on that Saturday Singing here we go |
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from Chumbawamba - First 2 Lps (1995)
And now, the reverand Abraham Meakley- saver of souls
Though they broke my legs, they gave me a crutch to walk Though they broke my legs, they gave me a crutch to walk Though they broke my legs, they gave me a crutch to walk Though they broke my legs, they gave me a crutch to walk "Brothers and sisters, I have seen more than sinning. I have been away these last 4 long years, but now I have returned to the fold, to be among my flock. I come as humble shepard embodied by the almighty, the power above, the power which is in me. Cos I am reborn brothers and sisters. I am living proof that government saves! Brothers and sisters, I want us to show our faith in the powers that be. For we are the true belivers. I want us to come together, come to me and let us feel the power of the cross. Todays lesson- stay in your homes exept on Thursdays, do not stray from the path, it's well sign posted, you cant miss it really and were open all day. Now theres no need to rush. Weve got plenty of pencils for everyone. Now there're collecting tins for your donation. Cheque, credit card facilities availible. "Government Saves!" stickers and badges on sale. T-shirts in small, mediem and large, all at competative prices! Put a down payment on your place in heaven and buy me another 4 years brothers and sisters. Dance dance wherever you may be I am the lord of the dance said he. And if you dont dance we have ways of making you dance. Government be with you!" Amen. |
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from Chumbawamba - Showbusiness [live] (1995)
Stop now
What's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop now What's that sound Stop now What's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop now What's that sound I am a timebomb A ticking ticking ticking timebomb I am a timebomb A ticking ticking ticking timebomb Unattended on the railway station In the litter at the dancehall Sitting pretty near the fastfood-counter In the backseat of a Vauxhall I am a timebomb A ticking ticking ticking timebomb I am a timebomb A ticking ticking ticking timebomb Stop now What's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop now What's that sound I am a timebomb A ticking ticking ticking timebomb I am a timebomb A ticking ticking ticking timebomb Hear the ticking of your heartbeat beating Hear the breaking of their promises Hear the smashing of your expectations Hear the shattering of half-rhymes I am a timebomb A ticking ticking ticking timebomb I am a timebomb A ticking ticking ticking timebomb Stop now What's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop now What's that sound You know Time tells you Ah-ah-ah-ah And all the timebombs They're all dancing to the same song In a world full of no ones I am a someone Timebomb Timebomb Timebomb Timebomb Stop now What's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop now What's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop now What's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop now What's that sound London Bridge is falling down |
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from Chumbawamba - Uneasy Listening (1998)
(Chorus 1)
Stop now, what's that sound? Everybody look what's going down Stop now, what's that sound? Wow! (Chorus 2) I am a timebomb A ticking ticking ticking timebomb I am a timebomb A ticking ticking ticking timebomb Unattended at the railway station In the litter at the dancehall Sitting pretty near the fast-food counter In a backseat of a Vauxhall Woah (Repeat chorus 2) (Repeat chorus 1) (Repeat chorus 2) Unattended at the railway station They're all dancing to the same song Hear the smashing of your expectations Hear the shattering of half-rhymes (Repeat chorus 2) (Repeat chorus 1) Gotta stop! Yeah, stop now, what's that sound, everybody look what's going down Stop now, what's that sound, everybody look what's going down (Repeat) Stop (Repeat chorus 1) And all the timebombs They're all dancing to the same song In a world full of no-ones I am someone (Repeat chorus 2) (Repeat chorus 1) (Repeat chorus 1) London bridge is falling down Thank you Mr. Jimmy Echo, ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together Lovely |
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from Chumbawamba - Anarchy (2003)
Stop now
What's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop now What's that sound Stop now What's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop now What's that sound I am a timebomb A ticking ticking ticking timebomb I am a timebomb A ticking ticking ticking timebomb Unattended on the railway station In the litter at the dancehall Sitting pretty near the fastfood-counter In the backseat of a Vauxhall I am a timebomb A ticking ticking ticking timebomb I am a timebomb A ticking ticking ticking timebomb Stop now What's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop now What's that sound I am a timebomb A ticking ticking ticking timebomb I am a timebomb A ticking ticking ticking timebomb Hear the ticking of your heartbeat beating Hear the breaking of their promises Hear the smashing of your expectations Hear the shattering of half-rhymes I am a timebomb A ticking ticking ticking timebomb I am a timebomb A ticking ticking ticking timebomb Stop now What's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop now What's that sound You know Time tells you Ah-ah-ah-ah And all the timebombs They're all dancing to the same song In a world full of no ones I am a someone Timebomb Timebomb Timebomb Timebomb Stop now What's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop now What's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop now What's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop now What's that sound London Bridge is falling down |
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from Chumbawamba - Slap (1998)
Heads bowed, eyes down, here comes the enemy
To hail the people's victory! Which people? What victory? It's the People's Army that murdered the people They've come to glue the shattered, battered statues in the square Heads bowed, eyes down, here comes the enemy With a haircut and a trigger-finger, that could be me! Tanks tearing a hole in the silence I've got armor-piercing rockets in my pocket--watch out! (Chatter) You must've seen it, the boy in the white shirt You want a fight? Yeah, you and whose army? The people is bigger than the People's Army My dad is bigger than your dad, and one day, one day Raw and angry in front of the enemy So it's turn back or kill. Boy versus tank You want a fight? Yeah, you and whose army? Here soldier, have a watermelon--this'll cool you down! |
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from Chumbawamba - Uneasy Listening (1998)
This girl, she didn't turn out quite the way she was supposed to do
This girl, she got bored of all the things they brought her up to say She never meant them anyway This girl, she got caught out on the multi-storey car park Throwing goodbye notes wrapped up in bricks When they put her in the car she said, 'Jesus made me do it' But all the priests in all the world couldn't save this girl This girl, content with all the bloody noses, scabby knees You get from fighting wars like these, Running past the tidy houses pulling faces This material world couldn't tempt this girl (Chorus) Now she entertains the world and all its mates But she doesn't fit in And everybody thinks this girl is great But she's lacing all the party drinks with venom from a poison pen This girl, she made a habit of habitually lying Does everybody's head in She knows what happens when the next stop that you see It's not the one that everyone expected it to be This girl, happy families 'round the supermarket check-out She loves to be the odd one out The party girl who stayed upstairs Playing musical chairs La-la, la-la-la She doesn't care this girl. (Repeat chorus) This girl, she didn't turn out quite the way she was supposed to do |
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from Chumbawamba - Swingin With Raymond (1998)
This girl, she didn't turn out quite the way she was supposed to do
This girl, she got bored of all the things they brought her up to say She never meant them anyway This girl, she got caught out on the multi-storey car park Throwing goodbye notes wrapped up in bricks When they put her in the car she said, 'Jesus made me do it' But all the priests in all the world couldn't save this girl This girl, content with all the bloody noses, scabby knees You get from fighting wars like these, Running past the tidy houses pulling faces This material world couldn't tempt this girl (Chorus) Now she entertains the world and all its mates But she doesn't fit in And everybody thinks this girl is great But she's lacing all the party drinks with venom from a poison pen This girl, she made a habit of habitually lying Does everybody's head in She knows what happens when the next stop that you see It's not the one that everyone expected it to be This girl, happy families 'round the supermarket check-out She loves to be the odd one out The party girl who stayed upstairs Playing musical chairs La-la, la-la-la She doesn't care this girl. (Repeat chorus) This girl, she didn't turn out quite the way she was supposed to do |
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from Chumbawamba - Swingin With Raymond (1998)
I'm Judas Judy, panicking, got everything and nothing
Happy birthday mister president I'm here to call your bluff From the top of the world I'm gonna jump, jump, jump I'm so perfectly imperfect and I did it for your love I'm as small as Thumbelina, sugar fairy on the cake Because the thinnest of excuses leave the bitterest taste Brittle-boned, Barbie-cued, take a piece of my heart When you know you haven't got it, does it make you feel good This dress is killing me Frockanoia (Repeat) I won and then I lost and then I won and then I lost And now I know how much a pound of flesh can cost And the question isn't if, but a definite when Do I throw my achy heart into the gutter again The party isn't over 'til the thin lady sings Critics dressed as waiters waiting in the wings There they'll gather like vultures to pick at the bones I won and then I lost and I got nothing at all This dress is killing me Frockanoia (Repeat) |
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from Chumbawamba - First 2 Lps (1995)
Said the party to the ad-man
We'll conjure up a gimmick The way to lead an ass Is with a carrot and a stick Dig down for minorities Promise them concessions Ride in on their backs And then teach them all a lesson Unemployment means depression You're just victims of the recession We can count on their support If we can channel their emotions (Chorus) Populate the wasteland Between leisure and the grave Work and pray and place your vote And some day you'll be saved All these myths come tailor-made To suit the company director Myths that praise the dignity Of cheap, disposable labor Two different routes To an industrial heaven Work for boss and parliament And all will be forgiven It's the fear of being sacked That lets the boss step up the pace Because the minute you step out of line There's someone took your place (Repeat chorus) Said the MP to the media Can't we juggle this around Sprinkle sugar on the dog shit And we'll keep the figures down Never let the left hand See what's in the right No-one's any wiser And the problem's out of sight Take your democratic choice Take a scheme or starve Job clubs, restart, YTS, CPs, EAS Company profits doubled Wages chopped in half (Repeat) (Repeat chorus) Offer your life to the one true church In the name of the conservative party The labor party And the liberal alliance The promised land where banks outnumber churches And your cars shall be martyrs to the cause Capitalism in crisis But on the third day it shall rise again But on the third day it shall rise |
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from Chumbawamba - English Rebel Songs (1995)
No more chant your old rhymes about old Robin Hood
His feats I do little admire I'll sing the achievements of General Ludd Now the hero of Nottinghamshire. Brave Ludd was to measures of violence unused 'till his sufferings became so severe That at last to defend his own interest he rose And for the great fight did prepare. The guilty may fear but no vengeance he aims At the honest man's life or estate His wrath is entirely confined to wide frames And to those that would prices abate. Those engines of mischief were sentenced to die By unanimous vote of the trade And Ludd who can all opposition defy Was the grand executioner made. And when in the work he destruction employs Himself to no method confines By fire and by water he gets them destroyed For the elements aid his designs. Whether guarded by soldiers along the highway Or closely secured in a room He shivers them up by night and by day And nothing can soften their doom. Ye may censure great Ludd's disrespect for the laws Who ne'er for a moment reflects That foul imposition alone was the cause Which produced these unhappy effects. Let the haughty the humble no longer oppress Then shall Ludd sheath his conquering sword His grievances instantly meet with redress Then peace shall be quickly restored. Let the wise and the great lend their aid and advice Nor e'er their assistance withdraw Till full-fashioned work at the old-fashioned price Is established by custom and law. Then the trade when this arduous contest is o'er Shall raise in full splendor its head And colting and cutting and swearing no more Shall deprive all his workers of bread. |
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from Chumbawamba - What You See Is What You Get (2000)
Once upon a time
Days of wine and roses and smug suburban swine Same old songs, same old cabaret A fairytale in Notting Hill Take your partners for the standing still Once upon a time Not so happy ending for the Mersey and the Tyne Who said the story had to end this way? A fairytale on Beeston Hill Take your partners for the standing still Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid... |
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from Chumbawamba - Wysiwyg (2000)
Once upon a time
Days of wine and roses and smug suburban swine Same old songs, same old cabaret A fairytale in Notting Hill Take your partners for the standing still Once upon a time Not so happy ending for the Mersey and the Tyne Who said the story had to end this way? A fairytale on Beeston Hill Take your partners for the standing still Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid... |
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from Chumbawamba - What You See Is What You Get (2000)
Damen Hurst said it came in with the tide
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from Chumbawamba - What You See Is What You Get (2000)
That was really good
Yeah, wasn't it? Yeah... Uh, what about the record? Ah, they'll get it... It's a no-no I've gotta heave-ho I got no stomach for a dumbed-down tomato Gene genie, rogue soya beanie Get thee behind me patent margarinie Here's to you and your health and happiness Here's to you and your health and happiness Here's to you and your health and happiness Here's to you and your health and happiness Bobby can you hear me? Uh huh What about this sou... |
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from Chumbawamba - Tubthumper (1997)
This is the Goodship Lifestyle
All my friends jumped ship I elect me the captain This is the loneliest voyage I've ever been on Up in the crow's nest - Over there! I see land! First mate? There is no First Mate... This is the Goodship Lifestyle Sail away from the world So steer a course A course for nowhere And drop the anchor My little Empire I'm going nowhere I'm going nowhere I'm going nowhere I'm going nowhere This is the Goodship Lifestyle I fly my very own flag TV dinners for one At the captain's table Repel all boarders! Draw the curtains tighter! Where's the crew? There is no crew... This is the Goodship Lifestyle So steer a course A course for nowhere And drop the anchor My little Empire I'm going nowhere I'm going nowhere I'm going nowhere I'm going nowhere |
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from Chumbawamba - English Rebel Songs (1995)
Oh where are you going? said Milder to Moulder
Oh we may not tell you! said Festel to Fose We're off to the wood! said John the Red Nose We're off to the wood! said John the Red Nose And what will you do there? said Milder to Moulder Oh we may not tell you! said Festel to Fose We'll shoot the cutty wren! said John the Red Nose We'll shoot the cutty wren! said John the Red Nose Oh how will you cut him up? said Milder to Moulder Oh we may not tell you! said Festel to Fose With knives and with forks! said John the Red Nose With knives and with forks! said John the Red Nose And who´ll get the spare ribs? said Milder to Moulder Oh we may not tell you! said Festel to Fose We'll give them all to the poor! said John the Red Nose We'll give them all to the poor! said John the Red Nose |
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from Chumbawamba - English Rebel Songs (1995)
Oh where are you going? said Milder to Moulder
Oh we may not tell you! said Festel to Fose We're off to the wood! said John the Red Nose We're off to the wood! said John the Red Nose And what will you do there? said Milder to Moulder Oh we may not tell you! said Festel to Fose We'll shoot the cutty wren! said John the Red Nose We'll shoot the cutty wren! said John the Red Nose Oh how will you cut him up? said Milder to Moulder Oh we may not tell you! said Festel to Fose With knives and with forks! said John the Red Nose With knives and with forks! said John the Red Nose And who´ll get the spare ribs? said Milder to Moulder Oh we may not tell you! said Festel to Fose We'll give them all to the poor! said John the Red Nose We'll give them all to the poor! said John the Red Nose |
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from Chumbawamba - First 2 Lps (1995)
Full employment, slave labor, and schemes
An unemployed workforce, the capitalist's dream But lets keep Britain working--either way we must keep Britain working Conventional weapons to kill people nicely Nuclear weapons to keep the peace But weapons definitely--either way we must defend ourselves Nationalization, with one big boss No, privatization, with lots of little bosses But someone in control, of course, either way there must be someone giving orders (Chorus) A toast to democracy The prison guard of this society Sides in the voting game Disappear into the same machine The same machine A toast To US bases and nuclear weapons To stopping pickets pulling down fences To the British troops in Northern Ireland To the wonderful victory in the Falklands To the plastic bullet and the riot police To the UDM, to the TUC To isolating gays and to law and to order To richer bosses, to poorer workers (Repeat chorus) To longer hours and to less pay To the courts for those who get in our way To the beating of people who step out of line To the use of troops to break a strike To the expulsion of extremists and political witch hunts To repatriation, to benefit cuts To peaceful settlements, and to no strike agreements To authority, to power, to governments One, two, three To the annual rise in the MP's wage To vested interests, to privilege To the party who wins the next election By definition a victory to capitalism |
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from Chumbawamba - Tubthumper (1997)
There are those
Spend the night Under bridges Over by the river Down in the park Through the winter But there's a house That i know Safe and warm And no-one ever goes there Down where the priests Bless the wine She's been born into the wrong time She keeps nonsense on her mind She's a poet, she's a builder She's as bored as bored can be She's a have-not, she's a know-all She knows just how to say yes She's skating frozen chaos Till the no good gods are dead But sometimes in the dead of night Woken by the city lights She wonders how she keeps alive... This is the girl who Lost the house which Paid to the man who Put up the rent and Threw out the girl to Feather his own sweet home She's a clueless social climber Likes the wrong side of the bed She's a pick-me-up and she's a drink-to-me In the company of friends She's tried every variation She's so common, she's so cold She's homesick for a future Can't stomach what she's told On every street in every town All her days are up and down At home among the lost-and-founds... This is the girl who Lost the house which Paid to the man who Put up the rent and Threw out the girl to Feather his own sweet home Here's the good samaritan Looks away and carries on |
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from Chumbawamba - Slap (1998)
OK, this one's called "Whitewash"
When was the very first time you saw Chumbawamba? In my dreams! Ha! Working in a forge, black lungs, burnt skin Callouses, arched back, hammering, hammering Stalin watching over us pigeon shit head We'd spit on the floor at this red bastard god That's how grateful we are (Repeat) Bronze statue, pink marble, built to last We brought him to his knees in a single night And the boots that remained I attacked, I attacked Hammering, hammering, the past is past That's how grateful we are (Repeat) Scrub away, scrub away And the noise rang out, metal on metal Pigeons flit, dust settled Out from the shadows we took to the streets David chopping at the giant's feet That's how grateful we are (Repeat) OK, we're gonna take it right, right, right, right down, way down What we need is a break from the old routine (Repeat) Can I kick it? Yes you can! (Repeat) There ain't no justice, just us (Repeat) OK, we've been doing this one quite a few nights running, but I'd like to take that one. Is that a yes? Which one, then? Goodbye girl, goodbye girl... Martin McLaren, Archer, Anais Nin... Well, basically, Chumbawamba are the sort of metals of the pop world The old groups, they're not concerned with what there is to be learned They sell 501s and they think it's funny, turning rebellion into money Can I kick it? This songs become a bit irrelevant now, innit, we may as well just go off now. Couple of yous could just get up and we'll just fuck off. I'm into that man, you know, 'cause I've got a hot chocolate waiting for me back there. There's, uh, quite a bit of anti-Criminal Justice Bill sentiment down in front here. Excellent! What we need is a break from the old routine (Repeat) You still want to come? Too late, too late We're cut and we're fallen like harvested wheat But we lived on our feet, at least, at last And we will live on our feet, at least, at last That's how grateful we are (Repeat) You still want to come? Too late, too late We're cut and we're fallen like harvested wheat But we lived on our feet, at least, at last We will live on our feet, at least, at last That's how grateful we are That's how grateful Ta |
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from Chumbawamba - Uneasy Listening (1998)
I'm always waiting
I'm sick of waiting For the day my luck will change I've spent enough time In queues and bread lines In hope of better days These thieves and scroungers And lazy bastards If I move they'll steal my place Steal like this State does And who's to blame us When none of us can pay? Will heaven's angels Pull out the rent books And ask me how I'll pay? Behind their big desks Misspell my kids' names And file my life away? |
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from Chumbawamba - What You See Is What You Get (2000)
I'm just scraping the social dogma from the bottom of my soul
No beat, no rhythm No beat, no rhythm No beat, no rhythm Can you name him? We'll bring you the answer when we come back |
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from Chumbawamba - Wysiwyg (2000)
Once upon a time
Days of wine and roses and smug suburban swine Same old songs, same old cabaret A fairytale in Notting Hill Take your partners for the standing still Once upon a time Not so happy ending for the Mersey and the Tyne Who said the story had to end this way? A fairytale on Beeston Hill Take your partners for the standing still Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid... |
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from Chumbawamba - Uneasy Listening (1998)
Oscar Wilde, Oscar Wilde, can you tell me where you've been?
I've been down to London town to pay a visit to the Queen. Oscar Wilde, Oscar Wilde, can you tell me what you saw? I saw the Queen and all her coutiers cooking up new laws; I saw the corridors of power, with closets wall-to-wall; And I saw the truth, the truth, behind the Emperor's new Clause! So you burn the books, and close your eyese to every other possibility-- you got to keep your job for collaborating with the enemy. You keep throwing stones though your house is made of glass; you've helped to make McCarthyism popular, at last. Blessed are the moralists, the Judges, the patriarchs. Blessed are the gutter-press, the AIDS-joke comedians. Praise to the guilt-mongerers, the fear-builders, the sin-fetishists. Glory, glory, halleluia, His truth is marching on One in ten driven underground, divisions getting wider. Hide your inclination behind a straight face and a Bible. Third Reich morality, and if the cap doesn't fit, there's a designer label for hypocrites. Here comes the officer, knocking on your door. He's got a care order in the pocket of his uniform. Where's Radclyffe Hall? Now is the time to tear up clause 29! Here comes the preacher checking your soul. Too late sir, I'd rather fall. We'll eat your bread and we'll drink your wine, and still tear up clause 29! Here comes the judge, hammer in hand, but we've all gone deaf to bigots' commands. Our justice will cross the thin blue line and tear up clause 29! Here comes a brick, heading your way. A concrete opinion says all I want to say. Save your own soul, mine will be fine, once we've shredded clause 29. |
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from Chumbawamba - What You See Is What You Get (2000)
Rain on me o friendly fire
Smart bomb! Me 'n' Audrey gonna sing it for ya Smart bomb! A headache pill to die for Smart bomb! From all participating stores Smart bomb! Oooh Smart bomb! Shine on me o benign virus Smart bomb! Uranium from Arms-R-Us Smart bomb! Here's something for your first-born Smart bomb! George Bush Junior, sing-along Smart bomb! Oooh Smart bomb! You mean you're telling me here when you get coffee you have to pay for each cup? Yep. Donny is that a high-end cut or a mid-range cut? |
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from Chumbawamba - Wysiwyg (2000)
Rain on me o friendly fire
Smart bomb! Me 'n' Audrey gonna sing it for ya Smart bomb! A headache pill to die for Smart bomb! From all participating stores Smart bomb! Oooh Smart bomb! Shine on me o benign virus Smart bomb! Uranium from Arms-R-Us Smart bomb! Here's something for your first-born Smart bomb! George Bush Junior, sing-along Smart bomb! Oooh Smart bomb! You mean you're telling me here when you get coffee you have to pay for each cup? Yep. Donny is that a high-end cut or a mid-range cut? |
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from Chumbawamba - Tubthumper (1997)
And every morning comes too soon
All your nights are sleepless Poison arrows To ruin your tomorrows Below suspicion Cafes full of people dressed as spies And all I know Is guilt for being different It's always raining stones There's a killer in the home In a small town Everybody looks the same There are unwritten rules Unspoken words Should I pack my fear and go? I have to leave somehow Before they run me out of town I have to leave somehow |
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from Chumbawamba - Slap (1998)
One, two, three, four
Slap Fleet Street fell in love But the girl proved hard to get Took a seat at the old boy's club But wouldn't share the bed Cuppas for the troops Bubbly-gum and wire Trojan horses, Black & Tans They're running for their lives Royals came to call Mister Paisley save her soul Heavens here's the naughty girl Wouldn't say her prayers Bloody Monday morning The rat who did the talking Here's Ginger to the rescue Take that! And that! Take that! And that! |
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from Chumbawamba - Showbusiness [live] (1995)
This is the last one
Organize, occupy, kick the bastards out Don't wear the gold lam In keeping with the fashion for charity, not change Here's out contribution--we've called it Slag Aid For every pop star that we slag off today Twenty-five million pounds will be given away Paul McCartney - come on down With crocodile tears to irrigate this ground Make of Somalia a fertile paradise Where everyone sings Beatles songs, buys shares in EMI A and M Axl Rose, this is your life Thank the Lord that you were born white And thank MTV for this wonderful opportunity To peddle your hypocrisy David Bowie, the price is right With a suitful of compassion and a gobful of shite Still the voices of those who doubt Coca-Cola for the peasants And Michael Jackson, game for a laugh Dancing us down the garden path To Beverly Hills nine oh one oh, you know, you know Fill the world with silver media Ladies and Gentlemen, our special guest tonight He's come all the way, put your hands together for Mr. John Lydon AKA Johnny Rotten He's got a new book out, no McLaren, no Matlock, no Dignity Well we got a surprise for him tonight 'Cause we're gonna do the business, and we take no prisoners 'Cause we got the hammer and we got the nails We got the hammer and we got the nails We got the hammer and we got the nails And the two pieces of wood Put 'em together, folks, and what have we got? Tonight, live in Leeds, in city square, we've got the two pieces of wood sitting up You see him hanging there, he's upside down, nice little twist Because we're gonna nail Mr. Lighton right up to that cross and leave him hanging there Till the vultures come down and pick his eyes off his can, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha! Ladies and gentlemen, you've been so good Thank you, on next week's show, the man upstairs And have we got a bone to pick with him! Adieu Thank you very much Thanks a lot Cheers Ta (Chatter) |
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from 해변으로 가다 by 조영욱 [ost] (2000)
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her Daddy's eye She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her Daddy's eye The family money has a magnetic pull (yeah yeah yeah) Her social diary is always full And both her faces, so easy on the eye And everyone worth knowing is kissing her behind She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her Daddy's eye She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her Daddy's eye Style has a price without much change If you have to ask, then it's out of your range And both her faces, so easy on the eye And everyone worth knowing is kissing her behind She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her Daddy's eye She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her Daddy's eye Ooh ah, ooh ah Ooh ah, ooh ah Versace and Prada They mean nothing to me, to me (ooh aah) Well, you can buy your friends But I'll hate you for free Hate you for free She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her Daddy's eye She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her Daddy's eye She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her Daddy's eye |
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from Chumbawamba - Wysiwyg (2000)
Turn down the lights
Kick off your shoes And relax with that special someone She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her daddy's eye She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her daddy's eye The family money has a magnetic pull Yeah, yeah, yeah Her social diary is always full And both her faces--so easy on the eye And everyone worth knowing is kissing her behind She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her daddy's eye She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her daddy's eye Style has a price without much change Yeah, yeah, yeah If you have to ask then it's out of your range And both her faces--so easy on the eye And everyone worth knowing is kissing her behind She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her daddy's eye She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her daddy's eye Oh ah, oh ah, oh ah, oh ah... Versace and Prada mean nothing to me, to me... Well, you can buy your friends, but I'll hate you for free Hate you for free... She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her daddy's eye She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her daddy's eye She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her daddy's eye You see, it's magic, and it shouldn't work I still look at it most surprised it does Hmmm, ahem, pass it along... Pass it along, pass it along... Pass it along... What's the matter? You make too much money buddy? |
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from Chumbawamba - What You See Is What You Get (2000)
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her Daddy's eye She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her Daddy's eye The family money has a magnetic pull (yeah yeah yeah) Her social diary is always full And both her faces, so easy on the eye And everyone worth knowing is kissing her behind She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her Daddy's eye She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her Daddy's eye Style has a price without much change If you have to ask, then it's out of your range And both her faces, so easy on the eye And everyone worth knowing is kissing her behind Ooh ah, ooh ah Ooh ah, ooh ah Versace and Prada They mean nothing to me, to me (ooh aah) Well, you can buy your friends But I'll hate you for free Hate you for free She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her Daddy's eye She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her Daddy's eye She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her Daddy's eye She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her Daddy's eye.. |
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from Chumbawamba - What You See Is What You Get (2000)
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake, baby, shake the memories away Shake it, shake it Shake this grown-up Barbie Doll of a day Shake it, shake it She gets Hugh Hefner, but she forgets the year She just shakes her yeah, yeah, yeah Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it Shake the dirt from your hands now Lisa Marie Shake it, shake it Shaking up the family with Pamela Lee Shake it, shake it Shake this fear of getting nothing done If you can bake a cake you can make a bomb Somebody forgot about something, for sure, something so obvious that they missed it, it's inevitable Moribund music of the 70's Let me feel it |
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from Chumbawamba - Wysiwyg (2000)
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake, baby, shake the memories away Shake it, shake it Shake this grown-up Barbie Doll of a day Shake it, shake it She gets Hugh Hefner, but she forgets the year She just shakes her yeah, yeah, yeah Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it Shake the dirt from your hands now Lisa Marie Shake it, shake it Shaking up the family with Pamela Lee Shake it, shake it Shake this fear of getting nothing done If you can bake a cake you can make a bomb Somebody forgot about something, for sure, something so obvious that they missed it, it's inevitable Moribund music of the 70's Let me feel it |
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from Chumbawamba - Readymades (2002)
I don't know
I don't know Chain, chain, chain, chain Chain, chain, chain, chain A cut-price empire Clean-cut lines A perfect body And a dirty mind The rules of this game Say we all look the same Chain, chain, chain, chain Chain, chain, chain, chain We'll put a spin on it We'll take a pencil to it We'll make a virtue Out of keeping oh so quiet about it I don't know, and I don't want to know I don't know, and I don't want to know I don't know, and I don't want to know I don't know, and I don't want to know Chain, chain, chain, chain Chain, chain, chain, chain Talk about child's play Count the birthdays A stitch in time says Just look the other way The rules of this game Say you don't know her name Chain, chain, chain, chain Chain, chain, chain, chain We'll span a hundred years for it We'll make a killing out of it And we'll corner the market By keeping oh so quiet about it Working for The Gap (chain, chain, chain, chain) Sewing up crap Working for The Gap Sewing up crap Working for The Gap (chain, chain, chain, chain) Sewing up crap Working for The Gap Sewing up crap Working for The Gap (chain, chain, chain, chain) Sewing up crap Working for The Gap Sewing up crap Working for The Gap (chain, chain, chain, chain) Sewing up crap Working for The Gap Sewing up crap One up the chimney goes Two hawks a tray of matches Three braves the weaving floor All pray for the life of four Five down the pit descends Six plows in fields and meadows Seven spins the handloom round Eight lies in the burial ground One up the chimney goes Two hawks a tray of matches Three braves the weaving floor All pray for the life of four |
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from Chumbawamba - Tubthumper (1997)
Aftershave and smoke
And the same unfunny jokes They say they'll take you "Anywhere But there" Believe every half-whispered Half-remembered lie Where truth is a luxury They can't afford to buy Scapegoat Looking for a scapegoat There's always someone else for you to blame Backed into a corner He barricades his life Fastens up the shutters every night This island is big enough For every castaway But most of us are looking round For someone else to blame Scapegoat Looking for a scapegoat There's always someone else for you to blame |
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from Chumbawamba - Readymades (2002)
Salt fare, North Sea (repeats) Roll on, roll off With these words I drown Topmast secured Hatches battened down Sometimes I think It must be different on land But from the mast I can only see tyrants Still in command Fish and Chip supper Battered, no bones Hung, drawn and quoted And drifting alone One thousand lashes For the Age of Reason Salt for your wounds When the cod's in season Salt fare, North Sea (repeats) We reach the horizon And sail over the edge Drunk on our memories More sober than a judge I'm wasting time That I can't afford I know I'd die on the gallows Before I'd die of being bored Drifting along, drifting along (repeats) Salt fare, North Sea (repeats) |
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from Chumbawamba - Swingin With Raymond (1998)
Part punk, part God almighty
Part fuck you, part Mister X-ray Eyes I didn't choose to be shouting for a living It happened Something snapped and I don't know why Too many slaps? Too many priests? Fumbled sex in parks? Or just a part of the me, me, me generation The Thatcher youth Coming home to roost If the old school cap fits, wear it But I'll take my cake and share it Burning down a bonfire made of teachers Pay your VAT bills on the cinders Just you and little Molly Flinders Doing the twist at all the dances Don't look to me for answers (Let's twist again) Hear them sing (Let's twist again) See them sing (Let's twist again) (Let's twist again) Hear them sing (Let's twist again) See them sing (Let's twist again) Bring on the dancing girls Part sussed, part amateur Part love you, part mister bleeding heart I singalonga, jump uppa-downa Watch this space I've got lungs full of this stuff Two sides together in the commons bar Just who the fuck do they think they are I am not a pop star I'm a part of the class war Every revolutionary Is motivated by love I see the newsreels, two hundred bodies In a shallow grave in Timor What am I supposed to do? Forget it? Pretend it never happened? Whilst politicians circle-jerk 'round Legal jargon totem poles (Let's twist again) Hear them sing (Let's twist again) See them sing (Let's twist again) (Let's twist again) Hear them sing (Let's twist again) See them sing (Let's twist again) Bring on the dancing girls You tell me Where does entertainment end And responsibility begin Oh Salome waits Oh Salome waits Oh Salome waits She says 'bring me all the heads of all the heads of state (Repeat) (Let's twist again) Hear them sing (Let's twist again) See them sing (Let's twist again) (Let's twist again) Hear them sing (Let's twist again) See them sing (Let's twist again) Bring on the dancing girls |
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from Chumbawamba - Slap (1998)
Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree
How bent your branches seem to be Nineteen twenty-one and all's well Another fifteen years and we'll be laughing in hell One bullet straight through the heart Rubens caught a ricochet, Durer's lady cried today Cracked old masters up against the wall Blue-faced Wendy Woolworth--she's seen it all Housepainter, housepainter Hanging your swastika wallpaper Rows of pretty cabbageheads to gobble up your words Laughing along to your blah, blah, blah |
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Hear the ghosts of ever after
Yell of anger Ring of laughter Don't go gently into the night Rage against the dying of the light |
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from Chumbawamba - English Rebel Songs (1995)
(Chorus)
'Poverty poverty knock,' my loom is a saying all day Poverty poverty knock, gaffer's too skinny to pay Poverty poverty knock, keeping one eye on the clock I know I can guttle when I hear my shuttle go, 'poverty poverty knock' Up every morning at five, I wonder that we keep alive Tired and yawning another cold morning It's back to the dreary old drive. (Repeat chorus) Oh dear we're going to be late Gaffer is stood at the gate We're out of pocket, our wages they'll docket We'll have to buy grub on the slate (Repeat chorus) And when our wages they bring, we're often short of a string While we are fighting with gaffer for snatching We know to his brass he will cling (Repeat chorus) Sometimes a shuttle flies out and gives some poor woman a clout There she lies bleeding but nobody's heeding Oh who's going to carry her out? (Repeat chorus) Oh dear, my poor head it sings I should have woven three strings My threads are breaking and my back is aching Oh dear, I wish I had wings Poverty poverty knock Poverty poverty knock Poverty poverty knock |
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from Chumbawamba - What You See Is What You Get (2000)
Come on, come on, come on
Send this song to twenty people Add your name, don't break the cycle Pass it along by word of mouse Save the world, don't leave the house Because a virtual office in a virtual home Means you'll never have to drive through the wrong part of town Pass it along by word of mouse Save the world, don't leave the house Pass it along, don't leave the house Pass it along, don't leave the house Where do you want to go today? Somewhere you could never take me Pass it along, pass it along So here's your final resting place Your heaven is protected by security gates Shut out the world, it's getting worse Save yourself, don't leave the house Because a happy future is a thing of the past And there's always another repeat (repeat) Shut out the world, it's getting worse Save yourself, don't leave the house Pass it along, don't leave the house Pass it along, don't leave the house Where do you want to go today? Somewhere you could never take me Brave new world population one Just pass it along |
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from Chumbawamba - Wysiwyg (2000)
Come on, come on, come on
Send this song to twenty people Add your name, don't break the cycle Pass it along by word of mouse Save the world, don't leave the house Because a virtual office in a virtual home Means you'll never have to drive through the wrong part of town Pass it along by word of mouse Save the world, don't leave the house Pass it along, don't leave the house Pass it along, don't leave the house Where do you want to go today? Somewhere you could never take me (repeats) Pass it along, pass it along So here's your final resting place Your heaven is protected by security gates Shut out the world, it's getting worse Save yourself, don't leave the house Because a happy future is a thing of the past And there's always another repeat (repeat) Shut out the world, it's getting worse Save yourself, don't leave the house Pass it along, don't leave the house Pass it along, don't leave the house Where do you want to go today? Somewhere you could never take me (repeats) Brave new world population one Just pass it along (repeats) |
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from Chumbawamba - Swingin With Raymond (1998)
Shiny button-down clown suit
Oxymoron (Repeat) F**ked up the simplest of chores Mister constant consternation And his declaration of war Makes a fist out of demands With his plasticene hands Matey makes a big, big deal And matey makes a big big meal Boasts of a conscience so big It means his uniform won't fit Cooking books and punching drunks Working for the real crooks The good cop Oxymoron (Repeat) I don't believe in the good cop I don't believe in the good cop I don't believe At the ticket inspector's party Prison guards eye store detectives All good fighters of crime Same repeated chat-up line Are you well tooled up Come and have a go if you think You're hard enough Watch them tighten their straps Yes sir I switched on the taps Heads to crack, eyes to black Bureaucrats will cover your tracks Here's how your dictatorships begin Fools obey without thinking The good cop Oxymoron (Repeat) I don't believe in the good cop I don't believe in the good cop I don't believe (Repeat) |
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from Chumbawamba - Tubthumper (1997)
outsider outsider outsider outsider outsider outsider outsider outsider I'm not alone you're not alone I'm not alone you're not alone outsider outsider outsider outsider outsider outsider outsider outsider You see me you hear me There are millions think just like me You see me you hear me There are millions think just like me I'm not alone you're not alone I'm not alone you're not alone outsider outsider outsider outsider outsider outsider outsider outsider You see me you hear me There are millions think just like me You see me you hear me There are millions think just like me You see me you hear me There are millions think just like me You see me you hear me There are millions think just like me You see me you hear me There are millions think just like me You see me you hear me There are millions think just like me You see me you hear me There are millions think just like me |
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from Chumbawamba - Readymades (2002)
Peace won't come (Repeats) By words alone With the world in front of you, you've only got a certain space to go. I go to me factory, and go there, that's supposed to be my bit of seeing the world. The whole world in front of ya, you're waiting, seeing things that haven't been discovered. No pretty please, pretty pretty please (Repeats) One way or the other Something's got to change Humdrum has a stammer Saying 'w-w-w-whatever' One way or the other No pretty please, pretty pretty please (Repeats) Peace won't come by words alone Peace won't come by words alone I'm so low on order But high on what I want And I've got your number And I'm coming over One way or the other No pretty please, pretty pretty please (Repeats) One way or the other (Repeats) Peace won't come by words alone Peace won't come by words alone |
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from Chumbawamba - Tubthumper (1997)
Pontius Pilate came to our town
Up to the dockyards to see the picket line We asked him to help but he just turned around He's the leader of the union now Leader of the union All of our questions he ignored He washed his hands and he dreamed of his reward A seat in the House of Lords One by one The ships come sailing in One by one The ships go sailing out We live for words and die for words Principles we can afford When all our Brothers turn to Lords Whose side are you on You tell the world your hands are tied History three times denied A sea of changes three miles wide Whose side are you on One by one The ships come sailing in One by one The ships go sailing out This conspiracy of shame Murder by some other name Play up and play the game Whose side are you on If any ask us why we died We tell them that our leaders lied Sold us out down the riverside Whose side are you on One by one The ships come sailing in One by one The ships go sailing out One by one The ships come sailing in One by one The ships go sailing out One by one The ships come sailing in One by one The ships go sailing out One by one The ships come sailing in One by one The ships go sailing out |
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from Chumbawamba - Uneasy Listening (1998)
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from Chumbawamba - Anarchy (2003)
I never could stand to be pushed
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from Chumbawamba - Uneasy Listening (1998)
I dreamt the cliffs and ride the waves
And no one comes to save me My arms are sprawled against the tide Nothing knocks me over Nothing knocks me over Nothing knocks me over From the fire into the frying pan I jump because I can I choose to gamble with my life Twice the risk, four times the prize Nothing knocks me over Nothing knocks me over Nothing knocks me over |
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from Chumbawamba - Swingin With Raymond (1998)
(Chorus)
Wondering Have I given up dreaming? Come down from the ceiling I won't do that again Thinking My misspent history Mistakes to teach me I won't do that again Dreams I kept as a child Kept me quiet and hypnotized Cooked away my valentines Served myself up every night Couldn't see me for the trees And all that hallmark poetry I'm not the girl I used to be I'm not the girl I used to be (Repeat chorus) Trying to break the family ties Chocolate hearts and tacky lies Heard a thousand crappy lines And I believed them every time So I beg to disagree Love's not taking all of me I'm not the girl I used to be I'm not the girl I used to be (Repeat chorus) I'm not the girl I used to be (Repeat) |
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from Chumbawamba - Wysiwyg (2000)
In the event of something happening to me
There is something I would like you all to see It's just a photograph of someone that I knew Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones? Do you know what it's like on the outside? Don't go talkin' too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones I keep straining my ears to hear a sound Maybe someone is digging underground Or have they given up and all gone home to bed Thinking those that once existed must be dead? Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones? Do you know what it's like on the outside? Don't go talkin' too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones In the event of something happening to me There is something I would like you all to see It's just a photograph of someone that I knew Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones? Do you know what it's like on the outside? Don't go talkin' too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones |
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from Chumbawamba - What You See Is What You Get (2000)
In the event of something happening to me
There is something I would like you all to see It's just a photograph of someone that I knew Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones? Do you know what it's like on the outside? Don't go talkin' too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones I keep straining my ears to hear a sound Maybe someone is digging underground Or have they given up and all gone home to bed Thinking those that once existed must be dead? Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones? Do you know what it's like on the outside? Don't go talkin' too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones In the event of something happening to me There is something I would like you all to see It's just a photograph of someone that I knew Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones? Do you know what it's like on the outside? Don't go talkin' too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones |
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from Chumbawamba - Swingin With Raymond (1998)
These red azaleas never grew so tall
This well of loneliness Could rise and drown us all There is no right or wrong Things fall as they do Pulled by the sun and the moon Forever comes too soon People come People go But still I'll never let go Ideas come Ideas go Still I'll never let go Still I'll never let go I've fallen for the girl Been mad about the boy When you've kissed an angel There's just no choice There is no right or wrong Things fall as they do Pulled by the sun and the moon Forever comes too soon People come People go But still I'll never let go Ideas come Ideas go Still I'll never let go Still I'll never let go Lying there with the squares on the kitchen floor Watch the clock's pointing fingers It's seen it all before There is no right or wrong Things fall as they do Pulled by the sun and the moon Forever comes too soon People come People go But still I'll never let go Ideas come Ideas go Still I'll never let go Still I'll never let go Still I'll never let go Still I'll never let go Still I'll never let go (Still I'll never let go) |
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from Chumbawamba - Anarchy (2003)
This coat my royal gown
A stolen hand-me-down No need to scrape and bow We can be heroes now For more than just one day Heres how Look both ways when crossing roads Dont wear slippers till youre old Never do what you are told |
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from Chumbawamba - First 2 Lps (1995)
Mr. Heseltine you drove into our town
The northern rain always drizzling down Shoppers at the window stop to look As you sign another copy of your book 'Cause you have all the power And you have all the wealth And we've got nothing but ourselves We've got nothing but ourselves We've got nothing but ourselves So we'll do away with leaders, bosses and police Reclaim our actions, rediscover our voices Salvage our integrity, reassert our dignity Power in the heart of the community Mr. Heseltine listen to me We don't want power And we don't want money We're fighting for the right to decide How the power and the wealth Be equally divided Old people in Seacroft need money for bills Single mums with kids want decent meals And we all want new coats When all's said and done They're all worn out From being walked upon There comes a time when we organize When we take control of our daily lives When we don't obey orders from authority When we disbelieve the myths of democracy Democracy Street, Britain's longest running soap opera, with the added illusion of audience participation. Our act tonight, on the left, capitalism that's right, on the right, capitalism is it, in the middle, probably the best capitalism in the world. Remember it's your choice, your five seconds worth of action that counts. I mean that most sincerely folks. Sit tight, keep quiet, 'till the next time. The next time being one thousand eight hundred and twenty-five days away. If freedom is the choice between three different types of the same oppression then I'll take the one thousand eight hundred and twenty-five days. Never mind the ballots, here's the rest of your life. Mr. Heseltine drove away Two more appointments in the north today Helpless and powerless We join the queue for the metro bus And Mr. Heseltine I've made up my mind I'll never give support to you and your kind (Repeat) |
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from Chumbawamba - Uneasy Listening (1998)
(Chorus)
Can't hear you 'cause your mouth's full of shit Can't hear you 'cause your mouth's full of shit Do something about it (Repeat chorus) Well I'm really back to basics right beside a bar Choke the double trouble big one to the joker with the card Good call What's the crack, what's the damage done today From the commons to the common a banana skin away Knock it back knock it out Chuck a nightmare dart Quiet Compere on the mic turns turning to the court Putting beef vol-au-vents across the Union Jack Bolinger and Bitter says the colonies are back (Repeat chorus) You think you're god's gift You're a liar I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire (Repeat) (Repeat chorus) Up your ronson Take a tab With a flash of Zippo light Catch the hip parade passing to the Polaroids right Check the manic little rebel with a bottle in his hand A rhyming manifesto and a butty from his mam Local lad made bad with cowboy charm Claims he doesn't really mean every screw-'em-all barb Pass the mic Karaoke with the yesteryear stars Time to weep into your beer 'til the fireworks start (Repeat Chorus) You think you're god's gift You're a liar I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire (Repeat) (Repeat chorus) |
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from Chumbawamba - Anarchy (2003)
I can't hear you 'cos your mouth's full of shit
Do something about it Well I'm really back to basics right beside a bar Choke the double trouble big one to the joker with card Good call What's the crack what's the damage done today From teh commons to the common a banana skin away Knock it back knock it out Chuck a nightmare dart Quiet Compere on the mic turns turning to the court Putting beef vol-au-vents across the union jack Bolinger and bitter says the colonies are back I can't hear you 'cos your mouth's full of shit Do something about it You think you're god's gift You're liar I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire Up yer ronson Take a tab With a flash of zippo light Catch the hip parade passing the polaroids right Check the manic little rebel with a bottle in his hand A rhyming manifesto and a butty from his mam Local lad made bad with cowboy charm Claims he doesn't really mean every screw-'em-all barb Pass the mic Karaoke with the yesteryear stars Time to weep into your beer til the fireworks start I can't hear you 'cos your mouth's full of shit Do something about it You think you're god's gift You're liar I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire |
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from Chumbawamba - What You See Is What You Get (2000)
Oh, Charleton Heston, your father's favorite son Walks in whistling Casey Jones Moses with a gun Oh, Charleton Heston, your father's favorite son Round and round and ad infinitum |
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from Chumbawamba - First 2 Lps (1995)
Children in school forced to the desk
Finger the atlas and study the text Lies and opinion presented as fact Taught to accept, and never to ask Those smiling workers in Ladybird books They're not picking coffee at all They're busy with bricks and mortar Building the company wall Flickering pictures hypnotize We spend our lives watching others' lives Too much watching to realize That this is a smokescreen And this is why people die Those smiling news presenters They're not reading cue-cards at all They're busy with brush and bucket Whitewashing the company wall Set yourself up and play it again Force the tears and entertain Sing about a world of make-believe Force this charity and leave Rich people who claim to know What's wrong with this world Can't know anything at all They're busy giving the orders For us to build their second homes Flickering pictures hypnotize Flickering pictures hypnotize And we who take the orders And refuse to question it all We're busy with spade and Bible Burying the poor Burying the poor Mass-manufactured and given away Blinkers to get you through your day So you'll never ever know to what extent you're involved Easily fooled, all your problems solved You'll say starvation has nothing to do with you You saw it in print, so it must be true And the documentary explained it all It's a simple matter of birth control And if you send a little money you can sleep tonight Or starve in sympathy on a Limmits Diet And you know that charity cures malnutrition And hunger put the sparkle back in television Hunger put the sparkle back in television Hunger put the sparkle back in television |
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from Chumbawamba - Uneasy Listening (1998)
Act one, the smell of green leather, French polish, quite pristine, not a hair out of place, not a wrinkle, not a crease, the silverware all clean. Exquisite chaussures grace marble floors, be upstanding, for men of yore. But wait, who's this, sticky under the collar in Elsinore? Enter silent comedy geek with dynamite down his pants. Nervous, shuffling on his feet, leading a merry song and dance. A back seat driver of good moral fibre, holding up the light. He's made his own bed, now he's got to lie in it. Ha ha! Serves him right.
Act two, a new New England, watch the good seed grow. But who is this miss out-of-wedlock, with children of her own? Enter witch finder general, of melancholy humor, and irascible power, all dressed in goody-goody two shoes, pulling the heads of flowers. 'Let this be,' said he, 'a lesson, your dirty linen is your own reflection.' Said I, 'Somehow it just doesn't wash, away with your petty inquisition. In the vernacular, most unkind sir, f**k with me and you will see the flesh and blood and bone, the black eye of thine enemy.' Dance, dance. Act three, 'I am the lord of the dance,' said he. John the Baptist, dripping wet, playing sir politick-would-be. Backslapping, backsliding, back to basic instincs, backfiring. By your own choice you're on a hiding to nothing, I ask you which is more comforting? The thought that I am bad seed, gone to seed, turned sour by TV sex and violence. Or even worse, am I unleashed by my own volition to do you ill? 'Condemn a little more, understand a little less.' Oh sad sir, thou jest! Ha ha! I am Prometheus, prepare thee to meet thy nemesis. |
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from Chumbawamba - Tubthumper (1997)
No virgin me
For I have sinned I sold my soul For sex and gin Go call a priest All meek and mild And tell him, "Mary Is no more a child." It's raining stones It's raining bile From the luxury Of your denial So I don't deny I don't make do I'll press alarms Place bets on truth I'm so up and down And I love what's not allowed I was lost, now I see: And now I'm growing old disgracefully Whatever happened to Mary? I'll spit on floors And do more drugs Burn every bill Get drunk on love Wear next to nothing In the pouring rain Be a bad example And do it all again I'll be uncareful I'll cause such scenes And I'll never talk Of used-to-be's Tattoo my face I won't go grey Be a dancing queen I'm growing old disgracefully I'm so up and down And I love what's not allowed I was lost, now I see: And now I'm growing old disgracefully Whatever happened to Mary? Mary, Mary Quite contrary |
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from Stigmata (스티그마타) by Billy Corgan [ost] (2000)
(Hail Mary)
No virgin me for I have sinned I sold my soul for sex and gin Go call a priest all meek and mild And tell him, 'Mary is no more a child' It's raining stones, it's raining bile From the luxury of your denial So I don't deny, I don't make do I'll press alarms, place bets on truth (Chorus) I'm so up and down, and I love what's not allowed I was lost, now I see And now I'm growing old disgracefully Whatever happened to Mary? (Repeat) Whatever happened to (Hail Mary) I'll spit on floors, and do more drugs Burn every bill, get drunk on love Wear next to nothing in the pouring rain Be a bad example and do it all again I'll be uncareful, I'll cause such scenes And I'll never talk of used-to-be's Tattoo my face, I won't go gray Be a dancing queen, I'm growing old disgracefully (Repeat chorus) Mary, Mary, Mary, quite contrary (Repeat) (Yram Liah) |
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