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from Xtc - The Big Express (2001)
What was I supposed to do?
I turned around with the world and she simply was there My blood ran like ice right through She had your face and your lips And your eyes and your hair You're the wish you are I had You're the wish you are I had You're the wish that I had I wonder if she knows that when I made her up I made her eat an apple And I made her drink a cup or two Wish wish wish wish wish Wish wish wish wish wish for you Who'd believe me if I said I brought an angel to earth by the power of mind Think I'm going off my head She caught the same bus as me and she sat down behind You're the wish you are I had You're the wish you are I had You're the wish that I had Little did I know that on a rainy day All the little wishes I had put away Would bring you Wish wish wish wish wish Wish wish wish wish wish for you Well if wishing is bad bad bad Then send me to hell hell hell But If you take my wish away Then this cold world would burn as well You're the wish you are I had |
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from Xtc - Wasp Star (2001)
And every morning before I'm awake
I walk around the world to make sure she's alright And every evening 'fore I bolt the door I give the stars a stir to make sure they will spin all night For I see people who will scratch and spit and kick and fight And I see nations war about whether right is left and whether wrong is right And I know storms inside your head can amplify the blight But no matter what the weather, you and the clouds will still be beautiful No matter what the weather, you and the clouds will still be beautiful And every Troy with wooden horse I take to peaceful waters but can't make him drown And every Bastille that gets stormtroopered "Hail to the Chief" comes rainin', rainin', rainin', rainin' down And I've seen people conduct lightning down to a summer's day And I've seen nations playfully hurl snowballs packed with stones and clay And I know rain inside your head can seriously put a stop to play But no matter what the weather, you and the clouds will still be beautiful No matter what the weather, you and the clouds will still be beautiful So let it rain And when we see flying saucers, flying cups, and flying plates And as we trip down lover's lane we sometimes bump into the gate And I know thunder in your head can still reverberate But no matter what the weather, you and the clouds will still be beautiful No matter what the weather, you and the clouds will still be beautiful No matter what the weather Yeah So let it rain So let it rain You know you still be beautiful So let it rain It doesn't matter what the weather you know you're beautiful Just let it rain You're just, you're beautiful So let it rain Yeah, since the clouds all part the clouds just rose So let it rain From your pretty little mouth to your pretty little nose you're beautiful So let it rain It doesn't matter if the rain wants to fail if the rain wants to fall Just let it rain So let it rain So let it rain |
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from Xtc - English Settlement (2001)
W W W e, we will dance like tiny boats with cotton sails upon
W w W w W the tops of the seas, that would pull us down to the depths W W W and crush us flat if given half a chance. no need WWW WWW to look back to pictures of lost, when all was rust. we, we will skim across the surface of the mud as if we're- spinning pebbles oh, in our yacht dance oh, in our yacht dance we, we will dance like tiny boats with cotton sails upon the tops of the seas, made of people stained with scorn who never see the light of real love. no need to look back through diaries of lost now turned to dust. we, we will skate across the surface of the storm as if we're wheeling sea-birds. oh, in our yacht dance oh, in our yacht dance. and how they'll be jealous of both of us! in our yacht dance. we, we will dance like tiny boats with cotton sails upon the tops of the seas, that would pull us down to the depths and crush us flat if given half a chance. no need to look back to pictures of lost, when all was we, we will skim across the surface of the mud as if we're spinning pebbles. oh, in our yacht dance oh, in our yacht dance. andy - lead vocal, acoustic and amplified acoustic guitars, anklung. colin - fretless bass. dave - nylon - strung spanish guitar terry - drums, percussion, drum synthesizer composed by a. partridge |
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from Xtc - A Coat of Many Cupboards (2002)
W W W e, we will dance like tiny boats with cotton sails upon
W w W w W the tops of the seas, that would pull us down to the depths W W W and crush us flat if given half a chance. no need WWW WWW to look back to pictures of lost, when all was rust. we, we will skim across the surface of the mud as if we're- spinning pebbles oh, in our yacht dance oh, in our yacht dance we, we will dance like tiny boats with cotton sails upon the tops of the seas, made of people stained with scorn who never see the light of real love. no need to look back through diaries of lost now turned to dust. we, we will skate across the surface of the storm as if we're wheeling sea-birds. oh, in our yacht dance oh, in our yacht dance. and how they'll be jealous of both of us! in our yacht dance. we, we will dance like tiny boats with cotton sails upon the tops of the seas, that would pull us down to the depths and crush us flat if given half a chance. no need to look back to pictures of lost, when all was we, we will skim across the surface of the mud as if we're spinning pebbles. oh, in our yacht dance oh, in our yacht dance. andy - lead vocal, acoustic and amplified acoustic guitars, anklung. colin - fretless bass. dave - nylon - strung spanish guitar terry - drums, percussion, drum synthesizer composed by a. partridge |
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from Xtc - Nonsuch (2001)
Some folks see the world as a stone
Concrete daubed in dull monotone Your heart is the big box of paints And others, the canvas we're dealt Your heart is the big box of paints How coloured the flowers all smelled As they huddled there, in petalled prayer They told me this, as I knelt there Awaken you dreamers Adrift in your beds Balloons and streamers Decorate the inside of your heads Please let some out Do it today But don't let the loveless ones sell you A world wrapped in grey Some folks pull this life like a weight Drab and dragging dreams made of slate Your heart is the big box of paints And others, the canvas we're dealt Your heart is the big box of paints Just think how the old masters felt, they call... Awaken you dreamers Asleep at your desks Parrots and lemurs Populate your unconscious grotesques Please let some out Do it today Don't let the loveless ones sell you A world wrapped in grey And in the very least you can Stand up naked and Grin |
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from Xtc - Fossil Fuel - The Xtc Singles 1977 - 92 (2003)
Some folks see the world as a stone
Concrete daubed in dull monotone Your heart is the big box of paints And others, the canvas we're dealt Your heart is the big box of paints How coloured the flowers all smelled As they huddled there, in petalled prayer They told me this, as I knelt there Awaken you dreamers Adrift in your beds Balloons and streamers Decorate the inside of your heads Please let some out Do it today But don't let the loveless ones sell you A world wrapped in grey Some folks pull this life like a weight Drab and dragging dreams made of slate Your heart is the big box of paints And others, the canvas we're dealt Your heart is the big box of paints Just think how the old masters felt, they call... Awaken you dreamers Asleep at your desks Parrots and lemurs Populate your unconscious grotesques Please let some out Do it today Don't let the loveless ones sell you A world wrapped in grey And in the very least you can Stand up naked and Grin |
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from Xtc - Wasp Star (2001)
Well I stumbled
and I fell like a wounded horse When I found out you'd been riding another man Well I staggered round in circles on a loser's course When I found out you'd been riding another man Well my friends all said Just climb back in the saddle And you know that everything will turn out right Well my friends all said You won't sink if you paddle But my ship drifts on into an endless night Well I bit out my own tongue like a wounded horse When I found out you'd been riding another man Well my friends all said Just climb back in the saddle and you know that everything will turn out right Well my friends all said You won't sink if you paddle But my ship drifts on into a endless night Well I bit out my own tongue like a wounded horse When I found out you'd been riding another man When I found out you'd been riding another man |
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from Xtc - The Compact Xtc (1992)
Can't you see
Love and affection When it's put In you direction Wrapped in your mysterious wonderland No fast car Can make you grow up Gentlemen You think you've sewn up Locked in your wonderful wonderland No dark horse like me can cramp all of your style Too plain and simple I am for your file: One day you will break out of your spell And some day you will want me for your own And I'll say welcome to reality All this talk Of late-night parties Flirting with the lower gentry Lost in your magical wonderland Out of depth Out of class Phase of your life Will come to pass Caught in this tragical wonderland All of the riches that shine will turn sour Each moment you slip you will bring near the hour Wrapped in your mysterious wonderland Caught in your superficial Nonexistant Fairy-story Wonderland |
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from Xtc - Mummer (1995)
Can't you see
Love and affection When it's put In you direction Wrapped in your mysterious wonderland No fast car Can make you grow up Gentlemen You think you've sewn up Locked in your wonderful wonderland No dark horse like me can cramp all of your style Too plain and simple I am for your file: One day you will break out of your spell And some day you will want me for your own And I'll say welcome to reality All this talk Of late-night parties Flirting with the lower gentry Lost in your magical wonderland Out of depth Out of class Phase of your life Will come to pass Caught in this tragical wonderland All of the riches that shine will turn sour Each moment you slip you will bring near the hour Wrapped in your mysterious wonderland Caught in your superficial Nonexistant Fairy-story Wonderland |
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from Xtc - A Coat of Many Cupboards (2002)
Can't you see
Love and affection When it's put In you direction Wrapped in your mysterious wonderland No fast car Can make you grow up Gentlemen You think you've sewn up Locked in your wonderful wonderland No dark horse like me can cramp all of your style Too plain and simple I am for your file: One day you will break out of your spell And some day you will want me for your own And I'll say welcome to reality All this talk Of late-night parties Flirting with the lower gentry Lost in your magical wonderland Out of depth Out of class Phase of your life Will come to pass Caught in this tragical wonderland All of the riches that shine will turn sour Each moment you slip you will bring near the hour Wrapped in your mysterious wonderland Caught in your superficial Nonexistant Fairy-story Wonderland |
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from Xtc - Fossil Fuel - The Xtc Singles 1977 - 92 (2003)
Can't you see
Love and affection When it's put In you direction Wrapped in your mysterious wonderland No fast car Can make you grow up Gentlemen You think you've sewn up Locked in your wonderful wonderland No dark horse like me can cramp all of your style Too plain and simple I am for your file: One day you will break out of your spell And some day you will want me for your own And I'll say welcome to reality All this talk Of late-night parties Flirting with the lower gentry Lost in your magical wonderland Out of depth Out of class Phase of your life Will come to pass Caught in this tragical wonderland All of the riches that shine will turn sour Each moment you slip you will bring near the hour Wrapped in your mysterious wonderland Caught in your superficial Nonexistant Fairy-story Wonderland |
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from Xtc - A Coat of Many Cupboards (2002)
When you're near me I have difficulty respirating
When you're near me I have difficulty concentrating When you're near me I have difficulty standing upright When you're near me I have difficulty sleeping at night I used to stand proud like a sphinx In a noble immovable state Then your heart nailed me under a jinx Now I'm feeling like a jellyfish Just a spineless wobbly jellyfish And it's great, great, so great I used to stand high like a pine Just a piece of emotionless wood When you put your body near mine Now I'm feeling like a jellyfish And it's good, good, so good I used to be an iceman Living in iceman town So I'm warning all you cool cool icemen You'd better be prepared to be melted right down down When you're near me I have difficulty |
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from Xtc - Drums And Wires (2003)
When you're near me I have difficulty respirating
When you're near me I have difficulty concentrating When you're near me I have difficulty standing upright When you're near me I have difficulty sleeping at night I used to stand proud like a sphinx In a noble immovable state Then your heart nailed me under a jinx Now I'm feeling like a jellyfish Just a spineless wobbly jellyfish And it's great, great, so great I used to stand high like a pine Just a piece of emotionless wood When you put your body near mine Now I'm feeling like a jellyfish And it's good, good, so good I used to be an iceman Living in iceman town So I'm warning all you cool cool icemen You'd better be prepared to be melted right down down When you're near me I have difficulty |
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from Xtc - Drums And Wires (2003)
When you're near me I have difficulty respirating
When you're near me I have difficulty concentrating When you're near me I have difficulty standing upright When you're near me I have difficulty sleeping at night I used to stand proud like a sphinx In a noble immovable state Then your heart nailed me under a jinx Now I'm feeling like a jellyfish Just a spineless wobbly jellyfish And it's great, great, so great I used to stand high like a pine Just a piece of emotionless wood When you put your body near mine Now I'm feeling like a jellyfish And it's good, good, so good I used to be an iceman Living in iceman town So I'm warning all you cool cool icemen You'd better be prepared to be melted right down down When you're near me I have difficulty |
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from Xtc - The Big Express (2001)
Mother's in the kitchen steaming up the window panes
Smell of boiling cabbage comes up from an open drain But no amount of scrubbing could ever shift a gravy stain Washaway washaway washerette Washaway washaway every dirty stain you get Streets lay deserted No one feels exerted Sat on their couches With loose change in their pouches They couldn't spend it if they tried In comes Mr Softee Dressed up like and ice cream cone Ringing for his supper Heading for a stately home But a thousand Yorkshire puddings Couldn't make his business boom See how they wander To kill time in droves they squander Money in centres That feed on the mind, oh bother It just gets you down Washaway washaway washerette Business as usual at the uptown launderette Washaway washaway the dirt Wash it Washaway the dirt |
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from Xtc - Nonsuch (2001)
There's an epidemic
Stirring passions in young hearts Even the old campaigners Have got it really bad Well we ain't seen nothing like it Since coronation day But when the street parties sound I'm going underground To keep the rabid hounds at bay Oh my my this war dance A patriotic romance No we ain't seen nothing like it Since coronation day But when the tickatape flies And blood is on the rise You know it's got you in its sway You got yourself a war dance There's a cheap sensation Keeping Fleet Street wide awake Everyone wants a slice of The jingoistic cake And they're resurrecting Churchill And bringing national service back Fueling power and glory fever Makes for a sicker Union Jack Yes I'm talking about this war dance A patriotic romance And I know all you poets Have seen it all before About the stirring of those young hearts Back in the first world war Oh my my this war dance |
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from Xtc - The Compact Xtc (1992)
You put your cleanest dirty shirt on
Then you stagger down to meet the dawn You take a ride upon a bus, it's just a fuss You know it keeps you born You get to know a morning face You get to join the human race You get to know the world Has passed you by |
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from Xtc - The Big Express (2001)
You put your cleanest dirty shirt on
Then you stagger down to meet the dawn You take a ride upon a bus, it's just a fuss You know it keeps you born You get to know a morning face You get to join the human race You get to know the world Has passed you by |
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from Xtc - A Coat of Many Cupboards (2002)
You put your cleanest dirty shirt on
Then you stagger down to meet the dawn You take a ride upon a bus, it's just a fuss You know it keeps you born You get to know a morning face You get to join the human race You get to know the world Has passed you by |
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from Xtc - Fossil Fuel - The Xtc Singles 1977 - 92 (2003)
You put your cleanest dirty shirt on
Then you stagger down to meet the dawn You take a ride upon a bus, it's just a fuss You know it keeps you born You get to know a morning face You get to join the human race You get to know the world Has passed you by |
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from Xtc - The Compact Xtc (1992)
Wait till your boat goes down
That's when you'll need me most Wait till your boat goes down And you're washed up on some foreign and Unfamiliar coast Yachting's fine Sailing round and round in social circles In a sea of diamonds and wine Wait till you nee |
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from Xtc - Black Sea (2001)
You've learnt no lessons
all that time so cheaply spent there's no youth culture only masks they let you rent Travels, travels in Nihilon we've seen, no Jesus come and gone Fashion, their vampire drapes itself across your back as you fall from style it waits rebirth on its rack Building your whimsy hypnotising you to need dance goes full circle one step ahead of your greed You've learnt no lessons all those years to get it right flashes of promise burn out faster than strobe light |
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from Xtc - The Big Express (2001)
Me train running low on soul coal
They push+pull tactics are driving me loco They shouldn't do that no no no They shouldn't do that Me train running low on dream steam They pull me whistle too hard me bound to scream And they shouldn't do that no no no They shouldn't do that Think I'm going south for the winter Think I'm going mad in this hinterland Between young and old I'm a thirty year old puppy doing what I'm told And I'm told there's no more coal For the older engines Me train running low on soul coal Think I'm going south for the winter Think I'm going west and my sprinter's speed Is reduced to a crawl My rails went straight, but straight into the wall It's the wall on which they dash the older engines And all my servants are leaving Imagination gone packing Can't find the wound from where I'm bleeding He's just a nut and he's cracking Hammer goes down Brakes all scream Me and a couple of empty carriages Slide down hill still Next stop bad dreamsville Think I'm going south for the winter Me train running low on soul coal |
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from Xtc - White Music (1992)
I'm out and I'm driving
Got my eyes set on romance She says I've got a brand new thingey Want to show you this dance I say am I learning it steady She say Look you're doing it already It's the traffic light rock Stop 'n go All of the time It's the traffic light rock Stop 'n go all of the time I'm out by the dance hall Best buddy by my side He says I've got a brand new car I want to take for a ride I say can we take Joan and Freddie He say no they ain't ready |
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from Xtc - A Coat of Many Cupboards (2002)
I'm out and I'm driving
Got my eyes set on romance She says I've got a brand new thingey Want to show you this dance I say am I learning it steady She say Look you're doing it already It's the traffic light rock Stop 'n go All of the time It's the traffic light rock Stop 'n go all of the time I'm out by the dance hall Best buddy by my side He says I've got a brand new car I want to take for a ride I say can we take Joan and Freddie He say no they ain't ready |
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from Xtc - Mummer (1995)
Sindy's spending too much money on clothes
Ken is going back to Gay Bob The Teddy bears swear the neighbourhood's gone Since the moving in of Golliwog Rag doll gets beaten up by the Action man The one with the real life hair He walks and he talks in a commanding voice But sexually he's not all there Oh dear what can the matter be, my children sweet children What gives down in the nursery, my children sweet children Oh dear what if the cradle falls, my children sweet children Toys are only human after all, who killed 'em we killed 'em If toys are quarreling amongst themselves What hope is there now for the world? The smell of smoke hanging thick over funland As the older toys are pushed down a ramp The microchip master race are melting them down In a dolly concentration camp The world's gone mad but in miniature The kids can only do what they feel See them copy what their parents have done 'Til they're old enough to do it for real Burn |
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from Xtc - The Compact Xtc (1992)
Towers of London
when they had built you did you watch over the men who fell Towers of London when they had built you Victoria's gem found in somebody's hell Pavements of gold leading to the underground Grenadier Guardsmen walking pretty ladies around fo |
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from Xtc - Black Sea (2001)
Towers of London
when they had built you did you watch over the men who fell Towers of London when they had built you Victoria's gem found in somebody's hell Pavements of gold leading to the underground Grenadier Guardsmen walking pretty ladies around fo |
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from Xtc - A Coat of Many Cupboards (2002)
Towers of London
when they had built you did you watch over the men who fell Towers of London when they had built you Victoria's gem found in somebody's hell Pavements of gold leading to the underground Grenadier Guardsmen walking pretty ladies around fo |
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from Xtc - Fossil Fuel - The Xtc Singles 1977 - 92 (2003)
Towers of London
when they had built you did you watch over the men who fell Towers of London when they had built you Victoria's gem found in somebody's hell Pavements of gold leading to the underground Grenadier Guardsmen walking pretty ladies around fo |
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from Xtc - The Compact Xtc (1992)
Ah well, that's this world over
Ah well, next one begins Will you smile like any mother As you bathe your brand new twins? Will you sing about the missiles As you dry odd numbered limbs? Ah well, that's this world over Ah well, next one begins Ah well, |
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from Xtc - The Big Express (2001)
Ah well, that's this world over
Ah well, next one begins Will you smile like any mother As you bathe your brand new twins? Will you sing about the missiles As you dry odd numbered limbs? Ah well, that's this world over Ah well, next one begins Ah well, |
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from Xtc - Fossil Fuel - The Xtc Singles 1977 - 92 (2003)
Ah well, that's this world over
Ah well, next one begins Will you smile like any mother As you bathe your brand new twins? Will you sing about the missiles As you dry odd numbered limbs? Ah well, that's this world over Ah well, next one begins Ah well, |
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from Xtc - White Music (1992)
In a milk bar and feeling lost
Drinking sodas as cold as frost Someone leans in my direction Quizzing on my jukebox selection What do you call that noise That you put on? This is pop Yeah yeah This is! On a walkway and moving fast All I get is transistor blast Someone leans in my direction Quizzing on my station selection What do you call that noise That you put on? This is pop Yeah yeah This is! We come the wrong way We come the long way We play the songs much too loud This is pop Yeah yeah |
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from Xtc - The Compact Xtc (1992)
In a milk bar and feeling lost
Drinking sodas as cold as frost Someone leans in my direction Quizzing on my jukebox selection What do you call that noise That you put on? This is pop Yeah yeah This is! On a walkway and moving fast All I get is transistor blast Someone leans in my direction Quizzing on my station selection What do you call that noise That you put on? This is pop Yeah yeah This is! We come the wrong way We come the long way We play the songs much too loud This is pop Yeah yeah |
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from Xtc - A Coat of Many Cupboards (2002)
In a milk bar and feeling lost
Drinking sodas as cold as frost Someone leans in my direction Quizzing on my jukebox selection What do you call that noise That you put on? This is pop Yeah yeah This is! On a walkway and moving fast All I get is transistor blast Someone leans in my direction Quizzing on my station selection What do you call that noise That you put on? This is pop Yeah yeah This is! We come the wrong way We come the long way We play the songs much too loud This is pop Yeah yeah |
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from Xtc - Fossil Fuel - The Xtc Singles 1977 - 92 (2003)
In a milk bar and feeling lost
Drinking sodas as cold as frost Someone leans in my direction Quizzing on my jukebox selection What do you call that noise That you put on? This is pop Yeah yeah This is! On a walkway and moving fast All I get is transistor blast Someone leans in my direction Quizzing on my station selection What do you call that noise That you put on? This is pop Yeah yeah This is! We come the wrong way We come the long way We play the songs much too loud This is pop Yeah yeah |
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from Xtc - Nonsuch (2001)
Then she appeared, apple venus on a half open shell
Then she appeared, the first photograph on Fox Talbots gel I was a little frightened Flying with my senses heightened Cherubim cheered Then she appeared Then she appeared, as the giggling crew of Marie Celeste Then she appeared, pale Atlantis rising out of the west I was a little dazzled Catherine wheeled and senses frazzled Know it sounds weird Then she appeared And the sun which formerly shone In the clearest summer sky Suddenly just changed address Now shines from her blue eyes Then she appeared, brittle shooting star that dropped in my lap Then she appeared, dressed in tricolour and phrygian cap I was a little troubled Hookah with my senses bubbled All Edward leared Then she appeared And the moon which formerly shone On the marbled midnight mile Suddenly just packed its bags Now shines from her bright smile Then she appeared Out of nowhere |
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from Xtc - Rag 'N' Bone Buffet (2007)
Gone are the days,
When hate filled my heart, I feel now I am a happy man, I laugh now at values that I had. All through my youth, I was shouting and no one would hear. Blind to the ways, Of the people who now I hold dear. It's loud and clear. The world is full of angry young men, Chip on the shoulder, An ideal in their head. The world is full of angry young men, Who think life owes them something, But you only get out what goes in. There was a time, When I fought the worldm I see now, It was just an actors stage. I see clear, The colours through the haze. As time goes on, Your opinion will change like the weather. Things that you said, Now seem small, They just don't seem to matter, I learned for the better. The world is full of angry young men, Chip on the shoulder, And an ideal in their head. The world is full of angry young men, Who think life owes them something, But you only get out what goes in. There was a time I was lost in the dark, I ran a race I didn't know where to start. Now I've changed my ways, Seeing better days, I'm turning my world upside down. The world is full of angry young men, Chip on the shoulder, And an ideal in their head. The world is full of angry young men, Who think life owes them something, But you only get out what goes in. Angry young men, What you put in is what you get out. |
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from Xtc - Wasp Star (2001)
I've got the plow if you've got the furrow
I've got the rabbit if you've his burrow home I've got the pen if you've got the paper Time is but clay and I'll see you and the wheel turn You and the wheel turn And if the pot won't hold our love If the pot won't hold our love If the pot won't hold our love Then we'll dash it to the ground And if the pot won't hold our love If the pot won't hold our love If the pot won't hold our love We'll build one bigger all around goes the wheel I've got the seed if you've got the valley I've got the big stick if you've Aunt Sally's head I've got the time if you've got the motion Time is but clay and I'll see you and the wheel turn You and the wheel turn And if the pot won't hold our love If the pot won't hold our love If the pot won't hold our love Then we'll dash it to the ground And if the pot won't hold our love If the pot won't hold our love If the pot won't hold our love We'll build one bigger all around goes the wheel Maypole Maypole Maypole you've spun me round and knocked me off my axis mundi Maypole Maypole Maypole the ties that bind you will unwind to free me one day and everything decays Yes, everything decays Forest tumbles down to make the soil Planets fall apart Just to feed the stars and stuff their larders And what made me think we're any better and what made me think we'd last forever was I so naive? of course it all unweaves Maypole Maypole Maypole you've spun me round and knocked me off my axis mundi Maypole Maypole Maypole the ties that bind you will unwind to free me one day and everything decays Pyramids and palaces to dust Empires crumble in Wedding cake begins to must and molder And what made me think we're any better and what made me think we'd last forever was I so naive? failing to perceive Maypole (round goes the wheel) Maypole (round goes the wheel) Maypole (the ties that bind you will unwind to free me one day) Maypole (if the pot won't hold our love) etc. |
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from Xtc - Nonsuch (2001)
First there's the handshake
It's so warm that you could bake by it Designed to take attention from their Ugly Underneath Then there's the wedding The co-ordinated bedding And the fairy tale shredding Boy it's Ugly Underneath After the pretty There's a gluttony of pity On a cake called nitty gritty And it's Ugly Underneath Did you ever try to prise away the mask Go ahead, take a spoon and try I can tell you it's a herculean task Go ahead, it's okay to cry What you're chewing on's the truth And that's the hardest thing To wash down with a glass of lemonade The Ugly Underneath The thing with politicians is I wouldn't have suspicions If I saw their worst positions And their Ugly Underneath But after all the voting Suck away the sugar coating Now they've had you and they're gloating Boy it's Ugly Underneath Did you ever try to take away the wheel Go ahead, take a fork and try See the unattractive things that make us real Go ahead, it's okay to cry What you've trodden in's the truth And that's the hardest thing To wash down with a glass of lemonade |
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from Xtc - A Coat of Many Cupboards (2002)
Well hush my children don't you cry
The troubles will soon all be over The tears that swell in every eye Will fall to the ground and bring clover The soldiers are only teenage boys The same as in durban or dover So rein aside all your warring toys The troubles will soon all be over Well hush my children go to sleep The troubles will soon all be over Their bombs will form a rusting heap For flowers and fern to grow over Their leaders are only drunk with fear They wouldn't do this be they sober And when they drink our friendship clear The troubles will soon all be over |
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from Xtc - Black Sea (2001)
Untie the gown, float to the ground
She revolve round, making no sound Air leaving slow Still breathing though Decaying through brown, diving she's bound Hours swum down, treasure unfound Air leaving slow Still breathing though Somnambulist Somnambulist Somnambulist Somnambulist Air leaving slow Still breathing though |
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from Xtc - Explode Together (The Dub Experiments '78 - '80) (2007)
Thanks to Erich Sellheim <sellheim@zfn.uni-bremen.de>
I'm warning you I'm warning you now Look out people as it's the holy cow It's the rotary I told you 'bout the spinning top And that's a dance you gotta drop Because the rotary is in The rotary, the rotary The dance you've got to top is the brand-new spinning top That's out, this is the rotary The rotary This is a thing that's definitely gonna make Captain Beefheart and His Magic Band look bad They thought they had it with the "blimp" Well I'm talking to you about the rotary People will be coming, will be twirling, twirling, twirling, twirling The rotary You can jump it, I can jump it Everybody can jump it Grab an armadillo, grab your husband, grab anybody The rotary The rotary, the rotary, oh, the rotary It's the thing that's for me and you Ooh, ooh, the rotary I can see the precision They're lining up, falling over They're going crazy They can't get enough of the rotary Yes, siree The rotary Turning, turning, turning, turning... You're burning, burning, burning... With the rotary, ooh Yes, siree The rotary I shouldn't want you to get this confused with any other dance craze Because this is the one Oh, the rotary You'll be burning all your clothes And you'll be burning all of your jewellery You will be the rotary It's nothing like anarchy No, siree It's, it's the rotary The rotary, the rotary... R.O.T.A.R.Y. Rotary, the rotary You'll want to do it, do it with me You'll want to do it, you can do it for free The rotary Go on Terry, play the rotary How do you think he got the second half of his name? Terry is the last part of Rotary Drum it up, drum it up... |
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from Xtc - Go 2 (1997)
He makes a beeline for the place
Where he gets his only ace Sometimes he's standing in the rain Oh Gene Kelly's hat and cane He has the Rhythm in his head He has the Rhythm, sing! It's chaotic at the bar B & O those sweaty drops We are all mesmorized To the thing we have inside Inside, outside, eastside, West We kill the beast Yourside, myside, worlds collide, yes We kill the beast |
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from Xtc - Skylarking (2001)
Meet you in the secret place
Scuffling in the dirt I wait Whistle will blow, whistle will blow, Share a joke the laugh's on me But when I get you on your own we'll see Someone might hear, someone might hear You're a working girl now You've got money of your own Hmmm The meeting place Hmmm The meeting place Strolling under grimey skies Machines that make you kiss in time Smoke on your breath, smoke on your breath Chimney never looked so good Never looked the way it should From lying in the bracken wood Coat on the ground, coat on the ground Take a walk down the lane We'll be late back again Hmmm The meeting place Hmmm The meeting place |
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from Xtc - Skylarking (2001)
Meet you in the secret place
Scuffling in the dirt I wait Whistle will blow, whistle will blow, Share a joke the laugh's on me But when I get you on your own we'll see Someone might hear, someone might hear You're a working girl now You've got money of your own Hmmm The meeting place Hmmm The meeting place Strolling under grimey skies Machines that make you kiss in time Smoke on your breath, smoke on your breath Chimney never looked so good Never looked the way it should From lying in the bracken wood Coat on the ground, coat on the ground Take a walk down the lane We'll be late back again Hmmm The meeting place Hmmm The meeting place |
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from Xtc - A Coat of Many Cupboards (2002)
Meet you in the secret place
Scuffling in the dirt I wait Whistle will blow, whistle will blow, Share a joke the laugh's on me But when I get you on your own we'll see Someone might hear, someone might hear You're a working girl now You've got money of your own Hmmm The meeting place Hmmm The meeting place Strolling under grimey skies Machines that make you kiss in time Smoke on your breath, smoke on your breath Chimney never looked so good Never looked the way it should From lying in the bracken wood Coat on the ground, coat on the ground Take a walk down the lane We'll be late back again Hmmm The meeting place Hmmm The meeting place |
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from Xtc - Fossil Fuel - The Xtc Singles 1977 - 92 (2003)
Meet you in the secret place
Scuffling in the dirt I wait Whistle will blow, whistle will blow, Share a joke the laugh's on me But when I get you on your own we'll see Someone might hear, someone might hear You're a working girl now You've got money of your own Hmmm The meeting place Hmmm The meeting place Strolling under grimey skies Machines that make you kiss in time Smoke on your breath, smoke on your breath Chimney never looked so good Never looked the way it should From lying in the bracken wood Coat on the ground, coat on the ground Take a walk down the lane We'll be late back again Hmmm The meeting place Hmmm The meeting place |
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from Xtc - Fossil Fuel - The Xtc Singles 1977 - 92 (2003)
Never been near a university,
Never took a paper or a learned degree, And some of your friends think that's stupid of me, But it's nothing that I care about. Well I don't know how to tell the weight of the sun, And of mathematics well I want none, And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton, But I know one thing, And that's I love you. When their logic grows cold and all thinking gets done, You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton. I can't have been there when brains were handed round (please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton), Or get past the cover of your books profound, (please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton), And some of your friends thinks it's really unsound, That you're ever seen talking to me. Well I don't know how to write a big hit song, And all crossword puzzles well I just shun, And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton, But I know one thing, And that's I love you. I'm not proud of the fact that I never learned much, Just feel I should say, what you get is all real, I can't put on an act, It takes brains to do that anyway. (And anyway...) And I can't unravel riddles, problems and puns, How the home computer has me on the run, And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton, But I know one thing, And that's I love you (I love you). If depth of feeling is a currency, (please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton), Then I'm the man who grew the money tree, (no Chain of Office and no hope of getting one). Some of your friends are too brainy to see, That they're paupers and that's how they'll stay. Well I don't know how many pounds make up a ton, Of all the Nobel prizes that I've never won, And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton, But I know one thing, And that's I love you. When all logic grows cold and all thinking gets done, You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton. You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton. You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor. (Please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton.) |
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from Xtc - Skylarking (2001)
The man who sailed around his soul
From East to West, from pole to pole With ego as his drunken captain Greed, the mutineer, had trapped all reason in the hold The man who walked across his heart Who took no compass, guide or chart To rope and tar his blood congealed When he found his self revealed ugly and cold And the sirens that sing By your nose with its ring They'll drag you in For your sins Now he sits all alone And it's no place like home It's empty skin A bag to keep life's souvenirs in The man who sailed around his soul The man who sailed around his soul The man who sailed around his soul Came back again to find a hole Where once he thought compassion and the truth Had laid to warm his freezing carcass on return The man who walked across his heart Was doomed to journey from the start Of every love affair he'd broken All the lies he'd ever spoken Tattooed on his arm And the jellyfish stings Even angels with wings Who look too deep And dare to peep Now he sits all alone Knowing flesh blood and bone Is everything He found the treasure he'd been seeking The man who sailed around his soul |
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from Xtc - Skylarking (2001)
The man who sailed around his soul
From East to West, from pole to pole With ego as his drunken captain Greed, the mutineer, had trapped all reason in the hold The man who walked across his heart Who took no compass, guide or chart To rope and tar his blood congealed When he found his self revealed ugly and cold And the sirens that sing By your nose with its ring They'll drag you in For your sins Now he sits all alone And it's no place like home It's empty skin A bag to keep life's souvenirs in The man who sailed around his soul The man who sailed around his soul The man who sailed around his soul Came back again to find a hole Where once he thought compassion and the truth Had laid to warm his freezing carcass on return The man who walked across his heart Was doomed to journey from the start Of every love affair he'd broken All the lies he'd ever spoken Tattooed on his arm And the jellyfish stings Even angels with wings Who look too deep And dare to peep Now he sits all alone Knowing flesh blood and bone Is everything He found the treasure he'd been seeking The man who sailed around his soul |
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from Xtc - Oranges And Lemons (2001)
All around the world, every boy and every girl, need the loving.
The humble and the great, even those we think we hate, need the loving. Soldiers of the Queen, all the hard men that we've seen, need the loving. Babies at the breast, those in power and those suppressed, need the loving. Let's face it you just can't hide, your first taste'll send you reeling, like a firework to which we're tied, be prepared to go through your ceiling now. The loving's coming, the loving's more than just an ad man's vision. The loving's strumming, on your heart strings, so loud that you can't help but listen. Sailors on the seas, or the clergy on their knees, need the loving. All the rich and poor, even those we fight at war, need the loving. That thing that we need most of, that stuff we should try before we've died. Everyone is begging to be loved, with a free gift, a working heart inside. The loving's coming, the loving's advertised in all the papers. The loving's humming, your favourite song, but for once it won't annoy the neighbours. The loving, the loving. All round the world, every boy and every girl, need the loving. Cold-hearted or warm, every single person born, needs the loving. Way out there in space, think we'll find that alien race, needs the loving. And just to end the list, everything that could exist, needs the loving. The loving's coming |
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from Xtc - Fossil Fuel - The Xtc Singles 1977 - 92 (2003)
All around the world, every boy and every girl, need the loving.
The humble and the great, even those we think we hate, need the loving. Soldiers of the Queen, all the hard men that we've seen, need the loving. Babies at the breast, those in power and those suppressed, need the loving. Let's face it you just can't hide, your first taste'll send you reeling, like a firework to which we're tied, be prepared to go through your ceiling now. The loving's coming, the loving's more than just an ad man's vision. The loving's strumming, on your heart strings, so loud that you can't help but listen. Sailors on the seas, or the clergy on their knees, need the loving. All the rich and poor, even those we fight at war, need the loving. That thing that we need most of, that stuff we should try before we've died. Everyone is begging to be loved, with a free gift, a working heart inside. The loving's coming, the loving's advertised in all the papers. The loving's humming, your favourite song, but for once it won't annoy the neighbours. The loving, the loving. All round the world, every boy and every girl, need the loving. Cold-hearted or warm, every single person born, needs the loving. Way out there in space, think we'll find that alien race, needs the loving. And just to end the list, everything that could exist, needs the loving. The loving's coming |
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from Xtc - The Big Express (2001)
Smalltown, snoring under blankets
Woken by the clank It's just the milkman's dawn round Smalltown, hiding undercovers The lodgers and the lovers Are asleep 'round Smalltown Shiney grey black snake of bikes He slithers Bearing up the men and boys To work We're standing in poplar lines Making alarm clocks that'll wake our wives up Don't ask us, we haven't the time We're racing the hooter that'll signal life's up Smalltown, crouching in the valley Woken by the sally army Sunday marchround Smalltown, coughing in the toilet Who on earth would spoil it Would they pull down Smalltown? If it's all the same to you Mrs Progress Think I'll drink my Oxo up And get away It's not that you're repulsive to see In your brand new catalogue nylon nightie You're too fast for little old me Next you'll be telling me it's 1990 I have lived here for a thousand years or maybe more And I've sheltered all the children who have fought the wars And as payment they make love in me In squeaky beds In bicycle sheds Inside of their heads As singles and weds As Tories and Reds And that's how I'm fed And that's how I'm fed Smalltown, snoring under blankets Woken by the clank It's just the milkman's dawn round Smalltown, hiding undercovers The lodgers and the lovers Are asleep 'round Smalltown Smalltown, crouching in the valley Woken by the sally army Sunday marchround Smalltown, coughing in the toilet Now who on earth would spoil it Will you pull down Smalltown Smalltown Smalltown |
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from Xtc - A Coat of Many Cupboards (2002)
Smalltown, snoring under blankets
Woken by the clank It's just the milkman's dawn round Smalltown, hiding undercovers The lodgers and the lovers Are asleep 'round Smalltown Shiney grey black snake of bikes He slithers Bearing up the men and boys To work We're standing in poplar lines Making alarm clocks that'll wake our wives up Don't ask us, we haven't the time We're racing the hooter that'll signal life's up Smalltown, crouching in the valley Woken by the sally army Sunday marchround Smalltown, coughing in the toilet Who on earth would spoil it Would they pull down Smalltown? If it's all the same to you Mrs Progress Think I'll drink my Oxo up And get away It's not that you're repulsive to see In your brand new catalogue nylon nightie You're too fast for little old me Next you'll be telling me it's 1990 I have lived here for a thousand years or maybe more And I've sheltered all the children who have fought the wars And as payment they make love in me In squeaky beds In bicycle sheds Inside of their heads As singles and weds As Tories and Reds And that's how I'm fed And that's how I'm fed Smalltown, snoring under blankets Woken by the clank It's just the milkman's dawn round Smalltown, hiding undercovers The lodgers and the lovers Are asleep 'round Smalltown Smalltown, crouching in the valley Woken by the sally army Sunday marchround Smalltown, coughing in the toilet Now who on earth would spoil it Will you pull down Smalltown Smalltown Smalltown |
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from Xtc - Nonsuch (2001)
The disappointed
All shuffle round in circles Their placards look the same With a picture and a name Of the ones who broke their hearts The disappointed All congregate at my house Their voices sob with grief That they want to be chief Of the tribe with broken hearts Once, I had no sympathy For those destroyed and thrown away by love Seems, your ring upon my finger Signifies that I've become the spokesman of... The disappointed Will bear me on their shoulders To a secret shadow land Where a sombre marching band Plays a tune for broken hearts And day grows darker now Everywhere, everywhere The disappointed Are coming in their millions They're spilling from the bus At a monument to us Made of bits of broken heart The disappointed Are growing every second They blot the sun to black At the bottom of the pack I'm the king of broken hearts |
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from Xtc - A Coat of Many Cupboards (2002)
The disappointed
All shuffle round in circles Their placards look the same With a picture and a name Of the ones who broke their hearts The disappointed All congregate at my house Their voices sob with grief That they want to be chief Of the tribe with broken hearts Once, I had no sympathy For those destroyed and thrown away by love Seems, your ring upon my finger Signifies that I've become the spokesman of... The disappointed Will bear me on their shoulders To a secret shadow land Where a sombre marching band Plays a tune for broken hearts And day grows darker now Everywhere, everywhere The disappointed Are coming in their millions They're spilling from the bus At a monument to us Made of bits of broken heart The disappointed Are growing every second They blot the sun to black At the bottom of the pack I'm the king of broken hearts |
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from Xtc - Fossil Fuel - The Xtc Singles 1977 - 92 (2003)
The disappointed
All shuffle round in circles Their placards look the same With a picture and a name Of the ones who broke their hearts The disappointed All congregate at my house Their voices sob with grief That they want to be chief Of the tribe with broken hearts Once, I had no sympathy For those destroyed and thrown away by love Seems, your ring upon my finger Signifies that I've become the spokesman of... The disappointed Will bear me on their shoulders To a secret shadow land Where a sombre marching band Plays a tune for broken hearts And day grows darker now Everywhere, everywhere The disappointed Are coming in their millions They're spilling from the bus At a monument to us Made of bits of broken heart The disappointed Are growing every second They blot the sun to black At the bottom of the pack I'm the king of broken hearts |
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from Xtc - Nonsuch (2001)
Let's begin
Peter Pumpkinhead came to town Spreading wisdom and cash around Fed the starving and housed the poor Showed the Vatican what gold's for But he made too many enemies Of the people who would keep us on our knees Hooray for Peter Pumpkin Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead? Oh my! Peter Pumpkinhead pulled them all Emptied churches and shopping malls Where he spoke, it would raise the roof Peter Pumpkinhead told the truth But he made too many enemies Of the people who would keep us on our knees Hooray for Peter Pumpkin Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead? Oh my! Peter Pumpkinhead put to shame Governments who would slur his name Plots and sex scandals failed outright Peter merely said any kind of love is all right But he made too many enemies Of the people who would keep us on our knees Hooray for Peter Pumpkin Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead? Peter Pumpkinhead was too good Had him nailed to a chunk of wood He died grinning on live TV Hanging there he looked a lot like you and an awful lot like me But he made too many enemies Of the people who would keep us on our knees Hooray for Peter Pumpkin Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead? Ah, hooray for Peter Pumpkin (hooray) Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkin Hooray for Peter Pumpkinhead Oh my oh my, oh Don't it make you want to cry, oh? |
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from Xtc - A Coat of Many Cupboards (2002)
Let's begin
Peter Pumpkinhead came to town Spreading wisdom and cash around Fed the starving and housed the poor Showed the Vatican what gold's for But he made too many enemies Of the people who would keep us on our knees Hooray for Peter Pumpkin Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead? Oh my! Peter Pumpkinhead pulled them all Emptied churches and shopping malls Where he spoke, it would raise the roof Peter Pumpkinhead told the truth But he made too many enemies Of the people who would keep us on our knees Hooray for Peter Pumpkin Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead? Oh my! Peter Pumpkinhead put to shame Governments who would slur his name Plots and sex scandals failed outright Peter merely said any kind of love is all right But he made too many enemies Of the people who would keep us on our knees Hooray for Peter Pumpkin Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead? Peter Pumpkinhead was too good Had him nailed to a chunk of wood He died grinning on live TV Hanging there he looked a lot like you and an awful lot like me But he made too many enemies Of the people who would keep us on our knees Hooray for Peter Pumpkin Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead? Ah, hooray for Peter Pumpkin (hooray) Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkin Hooray for Peter Pumpkinhead Oh my oh my, oh Don't it make you want to cry, oh? |
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from Xtc - Fossil Fuel - The Xtc Singles 1977 - 92 (2003)
Let's begin
Peter Pumpkinhead came to town Spreading wisdom and cash around Fed the starving and housed the poor Showed the Vatican what gold's for But he made too many enemies Of the people who would keep us on our knees Hooray for Peter Pumpkin Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead? Oh my! Peter Pumpkinhead pulled them all Emptied churches and shopping malls Where he spoke, it would raise the roof Peter Pumpkinhead told the truth But he made too many enemies Of the people who would keep us on our knees Hooray for Peter Pumpkin Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead? Oh my! Peter Pumpkinhead put to shame Governments who would slur his name Plots and sex scandals failed outright Peter merely said any kind of love is all right But he made too many enemies Of the people who would keep us on our knees Hooray for Peter Pumpkin Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead? Peter Pumpkinhead was too good Had him nailed to a chunk of wood He died grinning on live TV Hanging there he looked a lot like you and an awful lot like me But he made too many enemies Of the people who would keep us on our knees Hooray for Peter Pumpkin Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead? Ah, hooray for Peter Pumpkin (hooray) Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkin Hooray for Peter Pumpkinhead Oh my oh my, oh Don't it make you want to cry, oh? |
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from Xtc - Skylarking (2001)
I can't hold you down
If you want to fly Can't you see I'm all broke up inside Well just you use your two X Ray eyes Hurt like Kryptonite Put me on my knees Now that I've found out just what you're doing With your secret identities That's really super Supergirl How you saved yourself in seconds flat And your friends are going to say That's really super Supergirl How you're changing all the world's weather But you couldn't put us back together Now I feel like I'm tethered deep Inside your Fortress of Solitude Don't mean to be rude But I don't feel super Supergirl I won't call again Even in a jam Now I realise you could be on a mission Saving some other man That's really super Supergirl How you saved yourself in seconds flat And your friends are going to say That's really super Supergirl How you stopped the universe from dying But you're never going to stop me crying And I feel like you're trying hard To sweep me like dirt underneath your cape Well I might be an ape But I used to feel super Supergirl That's really super Supergirl How you saved yourself in seconds flat And your friends are going to say That's really super Supergirl How you're changing the world's weather But you couldn't put us back together Super Supergirl How you stopped the universe from dying But you're never going to stop me crying Super Supergirl I'm here in your Fortress of Solitude Don't mean to be rude But I don't feel super |
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from Xtc - Skylarking (2001)
I can't hold you down
If you want to fly Can't you see I'm all broke up inside Well just you use your two X Ray eyes Hurt like Kryptonite Put me on my knees Now that I've found out just what you're doing With your secret identities That's really super Supergirl How you saved yourself in seconds flat And your friends are going to say That's really super Supergirl How you're changing all the world's weather But you couldn't put us back together Now I feel like I'm tethered deep Inside your Fortress of Solitude Don't mean to be rude But I don't feel super Supergirl I won't call again Even in a jam Now I realise you could be on a mission Saving some other man That's really super Supergirl How you saved yourself in seconds flat And your friends are going to say That's really super Supergirl How you stopped the universe from dying But you're never going to stop me crying And I feel like you're trying hard To sweep me like dirt underneath your cape Well I might be an ape But I used to feel super Supergirl That's really super Supergirl How you saved yourself in seconds flat And your friends are going to say That's really super Supergirl How you're changing the world's weather But you couldn't put us back together Super Supergirl How you stopped the universe from dying But you're never going to stop me crying Super Supergirl I'm here in your Fortress of Solitude Don't mean to be rude But I don't feel super |
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from Xtc - Nonsuch (2001)
That wave
Pulled me into your eyes Through the greeney grey pebbles And countless cathedrals arriving That wave Lift me into your mouth Turning spires and spittle of pearls To perplex the young diver I flew down to the bottom of the sea Where I questioned the fishes all about it I was in heaven Address cloud eleven They danced and laughed spelling all I fell into was love That wave Carried me through your hair Up from suffocate seaweed The perfumed cushions cascading That wave Pushed me into your skin Where I bathed in the promises Giddy with planets parading I swam down to the bottom of the sky Where I questioned the blue birds all about it I was in heaven Address cloud eleven They danced and laughed spelling all I fell into was love That wave! That wave Pulled me right overboard Into permanent morgasm Emotional action painting I flew down to the bottom of the sea Where I questioned the fishes all about it I was in heaven Address cloud eleven They danced and laughed spelling all I fell into was love |
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from Xtc - Drums And Wires (2003)
Go and speak to your niece (do this do that)
Kiss your aunt on the cheek Don't talk back, now run along It's gone eight, say goodnight That's the way that it's done Boy and girl, girl and boy This is how you do it and Who am I to reason why Wear a shirt, wear a tie You look smart in a suit Use your fork in the left Straighten up shoulders back This is the way that it's done |
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from Xtc - Drums And Wires (2003)
Go and speak to your niece (do this do that)
Kiss your aunt on the cheek Don't talk back, now run along It's gone eight, say goodnight That's the way that it's done Boy and girl, girl and boy This is how you do it and Who am I to reason why Wear a shirt, wear a tie You look smart in a suit Use your fork in the left Straighten up shoulders back This is the way that it's done |
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from Xtc - A Coat of Many Cupboards (2002)
Terrorism
You're writing your diary in innocents' blood You're vain and you're ugly, you're no robin hood You don't steal from the rich to help the poor You just take life from both and what is more You break your bread and drink But post-confession you'll still stink of Terrorism Terrorism But you're sikh, jew, muslim and christian, you say Now which religion will you wear today? And in whose Bible do you find your cause That says bomb children in department stores? I hope your God is pleased To see all creation on their knees for Terrorism Terrorism Angel of death with black woolen mask Freedom they bring you is a long wooden cask They never doubt that right is on their side When right is rifle-shaped where can you hide? Don't want daughter sweet To be target practice in the high street Terrorism |
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from Xtc - A Coat of Many Cupboards (2002)
Happy I'm floating
Around on my feet now You make me go dizzy I'm weak at the knees I feel like I'm walking Round ten feet tall Well you say I'm faking And I say don't worry The way that I bubble There's something in the make I feel like I'm walking Round ten feet tall Right, the chemistry is right This boy has reached his height The feeling just goes on and on... From strength to strength I'm ten feet long... I feel like I'm walking Round ten feet tall |
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from Xtc - Fossil Fuel - The Xtc Singles 1977 - 92 (2003)
Happy I'm floating
Around on my feet now You make me go dizzy I'm weak at the knees I feel like I'm walking Round ten feet tall Well you say I'm faking And I say don't worry The way that I bubble There's something in the make I feel like I'm walking Round ten feet tall Right, the chemistry is right This boy has reached his height The feeling just goes on and on... From strength to strength I'm ten feet long... I feel like I'm walking Round ten feet tall |
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from Xtc - Drums And Wires (2003)
Happy I'm floating
Around on my feet now You make me go dizzy I'm weak at the knees I feel like I'm walking Round ten feet tall Well you say I'm faking And I say don't worry The way that I bubble There's something in the make I feel like I'm walking Round ten feet tall Right, the chemistry is right This boy has reached his height The feeling just goes on and on... From strength to strength I'm ten feet long... I feel like I'm walking Round ten feet tall |
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from Xtc - Drums And Wires (2003)
Happy I'm floating
Around on my feet now You make me go dizzy I'm weak at the knees I feel like I'm walking Round ten feet tall Well you say I'm faking And I say don't worry The way that I bubble There's something in the make I feel like I'm walking Round ten feet tall Right, the chemistry is right This boy has reached his height The feeling just goes on and on... From strength to strength I'm ten feet long... I feel like I'm walking Round ten feet tall |
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from Xtc - Rag 'N' Bone Buffet (2007)
Happy I'm floating
Around on my feet now You make me go dizzy I'm weak at the knees I feel like I'm walking Round ten feet tall Well you say I'm faking And I say don't worry The way that I bubble There's something in the make I feel like I'm walking Round ten feet tall Right, the chemistry is right This boy has reached his height The feeling just goes on and on... From strength to strength I'm ten feet long... I feel like I'm walking Round ten feet tall |
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from Xtc - Rag 'N' Bone Buffet (2007)
Living in a rabbit tunnel,
Keep the doggie in her kennel, Mustn't let her see the world. Oh, no! Don't treat her like that. Oh, no! Don't treat her like that. Living under Mum and Daddy, Carry hope just like a caddie, Mustn't let them see you're killed. Shout it clear for all to hear, You won't shoot this bird down. Shout it clear for all to hear, We're going to take this town. Turn a deaf ear to the orders, Keep them as your perfect daughters, Mustn't let them know their minds. Turning on to only music, Breaking from their childhood attic, Mustn't let them open the blinds. It's time she stopped being your ornament, It's time she put that in the past for permanent. You can't hold her if she wants to roam around, You can't hold her dream and keep it gagged and bound. We're going, We're going to, We're going to take, We're going to take this, We're going to take this, |
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from Xtc - Go 2 (1997)
In the car park
In the lamplight Go for a walk Clock him shiv-fight Sodium-a-shine on All the faces white now And he got his Docs on Bottle out all right now As you might say Him super-tuff In the corner In the cold rain Sting like iodine In my brain Fist you til you fall down Hit him back make him mad Really hard. Really fast Have you ever been had? ('Cos he's having you now) Super-tuff But also tender |
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from Xtc - Skylarking (2001)
Drowning here in Summer's Cauldron
Under mats of flower lava Please don't pull me out this is how I would want to go Breathing in the boiling butter Fruit of sweating golden Inca Please don't heed my shout I'm relax in the undertow When Miss Moon lays down And Sir Sun stands up Me I'm found floating round and round Like a bug in brandy In this big bronze cup Drowning here in Summer's Cauldron Trees are dancing drunk with nectar Grass is waving underwater Please don't pull me out this is how I would want to go Insect bomber Buddhist droning Copper chord of August's organ Please don't heed my shout I'm relax in the undertow When Miss Moon lays down in her hilltop bed And Sir Sun stands up raise his regal head Me I'm found floating round and round Like a bug in brandy In this big bronze cup Drowning here in Summer's Cauldron |
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from Xtc - Skylarking (2001)
Drowning here in Summer's Cauldron
Under mats of flower lava Please don't pull me out this is how I would want to go Breathing in the boiling butter Fruit of sweating golden Inca Please don't heed my shout I'm relax in the undertow When Miss Moon lays down And Sir Sun stands up Me I'm found floating round and round Like a bug in brandy In this big bronze cup Drowning here in Summer's Cauldron Trees are dancing drunk with nectar Grass is waving underwater Please don't pull me out this is how I would want to go Insect bomber Buddhist droning Copper chord of August's organ Please don't heed my shout I'm relax in the undertow When Miss Moon lays down in her hilltop bed And Sir Sun stands up raise his regal head Me I'm found floating round and round Like a bug in brandy In this big bronze cup Drowning here in Summer's Cauldron |
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from Xtc - Wasp Star (2001)
I'm stupidly happy
Everything's fine I'm stupidly happy My heart pumping wine I'm stupidly happy With idiot grin I'm stupidly happy It's surely a sin All the birds of the air call your name as they land on my kitchen roof All the fish in the lake do the same should you need extra proof I'm stupidly happy My vision is skewed I'm stupidly happy I'm coming unscrewed And if the Devil walks up dressed in any disguise I take him by the collars look him in the eye I'm stupidly happy Now you're my defence I'm stupidly happy This world's making sense I'm stupidly happy I roll like a train I'm stupidly happy With you in my brain All the lights of the cars in the town form the strings of a big guitar I'm a giant to play you a tune for wherever you are I'm stupidly happy Like the words to that song I'm stupidly happy No nothing not wrong And should the Devil walk up with his business card out I'll tear it to confetti with a grin and shout, I'm stupidly happy All of the time I'm stupidly happy Now you're mine |
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from Xtc - Rag 'N' Bone Buffet (2007)
Strange tales,
Scribbled on a uniform Strange tails, Scribbled down in cuneiform. It had been written, You had to get in. You know a cat'll play, You used to be a big mouse. Strange tales, strange tails. Strange tales, Scribbled on the shelter walls. Strange tails, Scribbled as the idol falls. It had been written, You had to get in. You know a cat'll play, You used to be a big mouse. Strange tales, strange tails |
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from Xtc - White Music (1992)
The first time I saw you standing in the water
You must have been all of a thousand feet tall Nearly naked - unashamed like Herod's daughter Your love was so big It made New York look small You've been the subject of so many dreams Since I climbed your torso Oh! My statue of Liberty Boo Boo Impaled on your hair What do you do Do Do to me Boo Boo I leaned right over to kiss your stoney book A little jealous of the ships with whom you flirt A billion lovers with their cameras Snap to look and in my fantasy I sail beneath your skirt |
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from Xtc - The Compact Xtc (1992)
The first time I saw you standing in the water
You must have been all of a thousand feet tall Nearly naked - unashamed like Herod's daughter Your love was so big It made New York look small You've been the subject of so many dreams Since I climbed your torso Oh! My statue of Liberty Boo Boo Impaled on your hair What do you do Do Do to me Boo Boo I leaned right over to kiss your stoney book A little jealous of the ships with whom you flirt A billion lovers with their cameras Snap to look and in my fantasy I sail beneath your skirt |
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from Xtc - Fossil Fuel - The Xtc Singles 1977 - 92 (2003)
The first time I saw you standing in the water
You must have been all of a thousand feet tall Nearly naked - unashamed like Herod's daughter Your love was so big It made New York look small You've been the subject of so many dreams Since I climbed your torso Oh! My statue of Liberty Boo Boo Impaled on your hair What do you do Do Do to me Boo Boo I leaned right over to kiss your stoney book A little jealous of the ships with whom you flirt A billion lovers with their cameras Snap to look and in my fantasy I sail beneath your skirt |
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from Xtc - Wasp Star (2001)
I'm standing, standing in for Joe
Joe called round to ask me, Would I do a favour? While he's gonna be out of town He says his girl needs company, she gets so restless Would I keep her safe and sound? Softly, softly in the night Why, you can guess the rest... Now these shoes fit all too well Standing in for Joe Standing in for Joe I'm standing - in for Joe Joe said we've been friends so long That I would be the one he would trust with his life And now those words roll 'round my brain As darkness falls, as I turn out his bedroom light Who could resist her tender charms? So the story goes... This actor he plays all the parts Standing in for Joe Standing in for Joe I'm standing - in for Joe Love is like a river, You cannot stop its flow... Mmm hmm Joe called round to ask me, Would I do a favour? While he's gonna be out of town He says his girl needs company, she gets so restless Would I check that she's safe and sound? Softly, softly in the night Why, you can guess the rest... Now these shoes fit all too well Standing in for Joe I'm standing in for Joe - Oh yeah I'm standing in for Joe - Keep his sweetheart company, yeah Standing in for Joe - Just standing in for Joe, yeah Standing in for Joe - Until he gets back home, yeah Standing in for Joe - Gonna keep her insane, yeah Standing in for Joe - Gonna keep her safe and sound, yeah Standing in for Joe - Keep his sweetheart company, yeah Standing in for Joe - Almost full time, which is nice, yeah Standing in for Joe - Because she gets so restless Standing in for Joe - Always so restless Standing in for Joe - Keep his sweetheart company, yeah Standing in for Joe - Gonna keep her safe and sound, yeah Standing in for Joe - I'm standing in for Joe, yeah... |
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from Xtc - White Music (1992)
I'm like a spinning top
Going round and around Well I don't know what's up And I sure don't know what's down Now watch me - I'm like a spinning top Can't tell day from night Well I don't know what's wrong And I sure don't know what's right Now watch me It started when I heard your song of love Pouring down like honey from above I started to spin I started to move Just like a needle That's sticking in the same old groove I'm like a spinning top I like it so much I'm never going to stop |
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from Xtc - A Coat of Many Cupboards (2002)
I'm like a spinning top
Going round and around Well I don't know what's up And I sure don't know what's down Now watch me - I'm like a spinning top Can't tell day from night Well I don't know what's wrong And I sure don't know what's right Now watch me It started when I heard your song of love Pouring down like honey from above I started to spin I started to move Just like a needle That's sticking in the same old groove I'm like a spinning top I like it so much I'm never going to stop |