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from Layer Cake (레이어 케이크) by Lisa Gerrard [ost] (2005)
We're only making plans for Nigel
We only want what's best for him We're only making plans for Nigel Nigel just needs this helping hand And if young Nigel says he's happy He must be happy He must be happy in his work We're only making plans for Nigel He has his future in a British steel We're only making plans for Nigel Nigel's whole future is as good as sealed And if young Nigel says he's happy He must be happy He must be happy in his work Nigel is not outspoke n But he likes to speak And loves to be spoken to Nigel is happy in his work We're only making plans for Nigel |
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from Hot Fuzz (뜨거운 녀석들) by David Arnold [ost] (2007)
I'm enlisting, overseas aid
need assisting, help with a maid get the expert, on mademoiselles he could diffuse, any bombshell If I could only be tough like him then I could win my own, small, battle of the sexes Sgt. Rock is going to help me make the girl mine keep her stood in line Sgt. Rock is going to help me make the girl mine keep her stood in line make the girl mine, wave the victory sign I'm invading, territories Girls are foreign, and strange to me get the expert, at kissing and stuff he stays easy, when things get rough Sometimes relationships don't go as planned some girls, can make themselves so cold a no-mans land. |
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from Xtc - White Music (1992)
There's a message up in China
That they getting in Japan Bouncing off an ocean liner Make em shake em in Siam All the kids are complaining That there's nowhere to go All the kids are complaining That the songs are too slow All I'm saying is you're deaf To the fact that there's ... Radios in motion Atmosphere to ocean Radios in motion Gets you out of your red white and blues When we move then so do you'se There's a message in Milwaukee That they're getting in Moscow Everybody walkie talkie Everybody learning how All the kids are complaining (etc |
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from Xtc - White Music (1992)
It's the airwaves of the world
Not the hairwaves on your head Oh but anything can be On land and in the sea When you've got Crosswires When you've got crosswires Everything is buzz buzz Everything is beep beep Strange things happen everyday It's confusious the Chinese say Brings a nation to its feet It's them people that you meet |
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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 - White Music (1992)
Do what you do what you do ... to me
The stars are out and so am I The stars I see ain't in the sky I'm heading for the twilight zone Please don't take me home |
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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 - White Music (1992)
There must be some way out of here,
said the joker to the thief, "There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief. Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth, None of them along the line know what any of it is worth." "No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke, "There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke. But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate, So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late." All along the watchtower, princes kept the view While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too. Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl, Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl |
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from Xtc - White Music (1992)
I look out of my window at night
I see the stars and I'm filled with fright I got a feeling someone's looking It ain't the aliens at the foot of my bed It's more the ale inside my head I got a feeling something's cooking Science friction burns my fingers Electricity still lingers Hey put away that ray, how do you martians say I love you I read my comics from front to back I'll be ready for any attack I got a feeling someone's looking |
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from Xtc - White Music (1992)
Awful plastic boots that come above her ankle
Dayglo mini skirts just like a pop art spangle Digs vanilla fudge buys lipstick by the pound Gets that 'English' look resembles Kath McGowan Have you seen her hair it's a style from heaven Ah! she's nowhere she thinking this is 1967? She's so square she's nowhere She's so square she's nowhere Take her to a disco and screaming Lord Sutch it! Everyone must look but nobody must touch what about her car? E type is the latest How about the Yardbirds? Jeff Beck is the greatest!! Have you seen her hair it's a style from heaven Ah! she's nowhere she thinking this is 1967? She's so square she's nowhere She's so square she's nowhere |
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from Xtc - White Music (1992)
Watch them go one two three
I'm so happy and so is she In a 'Danceband' Show slow Quick quick slow Heel to hell and toe to toe In a 'Danceband' You can do the Bosanova 'Till the night is through You know Gay Gordon You can meet him too But when you hear that tune One and one makes two Don't step on my toes |
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from Xtc - White Music (1992)
When we're laying in bed
And we're laying in love You and the blackness Fit me like a velvet glove That's why I go crazy When you flick on your lamp I'm dreaming Hang on to the night Hang on to the night Hang on to the night I don't want to see That dawn light Burn your window When we're feeling drunk In a city park Put away that torch I'm changed in the dark |
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from Xtc - White Music (1992)
She likes it hot
she likes a tan she steals my infra fed when I'm gone oh no can it be we're heading for a heatwave Her legs are brown a trace of rust she's in love with a MKII deluxe oh no can it be we're heading for a heatwave Her hair is bleached like it's been boiled she browns herself in a sea of olive oil and I come around and she's relaxing in the conservatory |
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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 - White Music (1992)
Instant tunes only just been made
Instant songs never to be played Instant tunes hanging out to dry Let me try to introduce you to Instant tunes Instant tunes Instant tunes Instant tunes Ever and ever will they give us pleasure their instant, still instant Like mother used to make it oh! Instant tunes give instant cash Make me want to start a backlash Let me have the recipe And make me some lovely, lovely Instant tunes Instant tunes Instant tunes Instant tunes Ever and ever will they give us pleasure their instant, still instant Like mother used to make it oh! Ever and ever will they give us pleasure their instant, still instant Like mother used to make it oh! Instant tunes give instant cash Make me want to start a backlash Let me have the recipe And make me some lovely, lovely Instant tunes Instant tunes Instant tunes Instant tunes |
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from Xtc - White Music (1992)
I'm heading into the atom age
My contemporary house is all the rage My wife's getting lazy going gadget crazy Wants a pallette shaped coffee table and a matching settee I'm heading into the atom age My kids have gone obscene want to marry at fourteen Want a pallette shaped coffee table and a matching settee I'm heading into the atom age I flick on the video to soothe me It's better colour than the real thing! I relax to a three D porno movie Hey does anyone remember whatever happened to string? I'm heading into the atom age |
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from Xtc - White Music (1992)
Ha Ha Ha
Ho Ho Ho Now you see it Now you don't Has no bones To hurt your throat Good and sweet Nice to eat If you like it Just repeat I'll set myself on fire I'll set myself on fire I'll set myself on fire Oh strike my hand On a stone Joan God knows this is yuk Do it all in unison Ha ha ha Ho ho ho We have the pool Ah - no that's cruel Why do you take me for A fool? Try the rails It's just not me No no no No - Siree |
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from Xtc - White Music (1992)
I'm bugged you all look like insects
In your brand new sunspecs I'm bugged I'm bugged I drop a little note through my sympathetics door I think I'm going ga ga I just can't take anymore At first I see 'em swarming from a dark and midnight nest And when I see 'em fiddling well I think you've guessed the rest! I'm bugged you all look like insects In your brand new sunspecs I'm bugged I'm bugged I wake up in a cold sweat and I run into the street And just like in my nightmare they are jiggling at my feet I take a dead man's lighter and I burn them to the floor But where there was a dozen there are now a hundred more I'm bugged |
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from Xtc - White Music (1992)
I think my watch has bust and so is time
I borrowed all my love so nothing's mine There's nothing decent on the TV page Like a new town animal in a furnished cage It's gone eleven and the bar is shut I'm sitting waiting like a real good mutt I watch TV with an actor's rage Like a new town animal in a furnished cage |
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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 - White Music (1992)
Hey - what you going to do now
You're standing there and wondering how You've got to make some noise Just like one of the girls Or even one of the boys When you do it It ain't no disgrace I can see it written all across your face Neon Shuffle and shuffle into Outer Space I said - Neon Shuffle is a dance for the human race I said - Neon Shuffle is gonna pull you outta your place You - you put your hands together Better make up a storm Or some electricky weather Now that the power's stop Can you click your heels Can you finger pop Neon Shuffle Neon Shuffle it's going to do it to me Neon Shuffle it's going to do it to you Neon Shuffle it's going to do it with red Neon Shuffle it's going to do it with blue Neon Shuffle it's going to run you right through Neon Shuffle with a stick of bamboo |
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from Xtc - The Compact Xtc (1992)
I look out of my window at night
I see the stars and I'm filled with fright I got a feeling someone's looking It ain't the aliens at the foot of my bed It's more the ale inside my head I got a feeling something's cooking Science friction burns my fingers Electricity still lingers Hey put away that ray, how do you martians say I love you I read my comics from front to back I'll be ready for any attack I got a feeling someone's looking |
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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 - 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 - The Compact Xtc (1992)
Are you receiving me?
You are deceiving me I know, see I know When we're out walking Your mouth ain't where it's supposed to do the talking When we're in kissing Your lips are missing, are they out on loan to someone else Are you listening? I put it in a letter, what could be better? I put it in a note, one night I wrote I put it in a telegram, just like the son of Sam Babe there's something missing Your TV's just hissing |
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from Xtc - The Compact Xtc (1992)
I have learnt there's a magical spot at the hop
Come with me to the church on the corner the hop There's nuts and crisps and ccc cola on tap A good time had by the boys and girls at the hop Tell me what do you say Tell me what do you say Life begins at the hop, boys and girls Prepare yourself for the boys in the band at the hop The cheap guitars, too young for the bars at the hop We'll jive around, make fools of ourselves then stop Back next week with another ridiculous tie knot Tell me what do you say Tell me what do you say Life begins at the hop, boys and girls |
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from Xtc - The Compact Xtc (1992)
We're only making plans for Nigel
We only want what's best for him We're only making plans for Nigel Nigel just needs this helping hand And if young Nigel says he's happy He must be happy He must be happy in his work We're only making plans for Nigel He has his future in a British steel We're only making plans for Nigel Nigel's whole future is as good as sealed And if young Nigel says he's happy He must be happy He must be happy in his work Nigel is not outspoke n But he likes to speak And loves to be spoken to Nigel is happy in his work We're only making plans for Nigel |
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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 - The Compact Xtc (1992)
Generals and Majors ah ah
they're never too far from battlefields so glorious out in a world of their own They'll never come down till once again victorious Generals and Majors always seem so unhappy 'less they got a war Generals and Majors ah ah like never before are tired of being actionless. Calling Generals and Majors Generals and Majors everywhere Calling Generals and Majors your World War III is drawing near Generals and Majors ah ah They're never too far away from men who made the grade out in a world of their own They'll never come down until the battle's lost or made Generals and Majors ah ah like never before, are tired of being in the shade |
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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 - The Compact Xtc (1992)
I'm enlisting, overseas aid
need assisting, help with a maid get the expert, on mademoiselles he could diffuse, any bombshell If I could only be tough like him then I could win my own, small, battle of the sexes Sgt. Rock is going to help me make the girl mine keep her stood in line Sgt. Rock is going to help me make the girl mine keep her stood in line make the girl mine, wave the victory sign I'm invading, territories Girls are foreign, and strange to me get the expert, at kissing and stuff he stays easy, when things get rough Sometimes relationships don't go as planned some girls, can make themselves so cold a no-mans land. |
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from Xtc - The Compact Xtc (1992)
Hey hey, the clouds are whey, there's straw for the donkey and the innocents can all sleep safely all sleep safely. My my, sun is pie,there's fodder for the cannons and the guilty ones can all sleep safely all sleep safely. And all the world is football shaped its just for me to kick in space and i can see hear smell touch taste coz i've got one, two, three, four five senses working overtime trying to take this all in i've got one two three four five senses working over time trying to taste the difference between the lemons and limes pain and pleasure and the church bells softly chime...
Hey hey, night fights day, there's food for the thinkers and the innocents can all live slowly all live slowly. My my, the sky will cry jewels for the thirsty and the guilty ones can all die slowly all die slowly. And all the world is biscuit shaped its just for me to feed my face and i can see hear smell touch taste and i've got one two three four five senses working overtime trying to take this all in i've got one two three four five senses working overtime tryin to taste the difference between the lemons and limes, pain and pleasure and the church bells softly chime and birds might fall from black skies and bullies might give you black eyes and buses might skid on black ice but to me its very very beautiful (englands glory) beautiful (a striking beauty) and all the world is football shaped its just for me to kick in space and i can see hear smell touch taste coz i've got one, two, three, four five senses working overtime trying to take this all in i've got one two three four five senses working over time try to tell the difference between the goods and crimes, dirt or treasure and theres one two three four five senses working overtime trying to take it all in i've got one two three four five senses working overtime trying to taste the difference between lemons and limes pain and pleasure and the church bells softly chime... |
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from Xtc - The Compact Xtc (1992)
Save us from the ball and chain, Save us from the ball and chain, Save us from the ball and chain, oh yeah, The diggers and the tower cranes, The diggers and the tower cranes. Don't want demolition, Don't want your compensation, It's not just bricks and mortar, We are lambs to slaughter. Save us from the ball and chain, Save us from the ball and chain, Save us from the ball and chain, oh yeah, The diggers and the tower cranes, The diggers and the tower cranes. Must we live in fear, From those who shed no tears? Our one and only shelter, Your games, your helter skelter. Motorways and office blocks, They're standing on the spot Where stood a home, Crushing on the memories of people, Who have since turned to stone. (Ahh) They've turned to stone, (Ahh) They've turned to stone. Save us from the ball and chain, Save us from the ball and chain, Save us from the ball and chain, oh yeah, The diggers and the tower cranes, The diggers and the tower cranes. |
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from Xtc - The Compact Xtc (1992)
Great fire burning
You supplied the spark Fores burning spreading through the ark Animals are panicking I'm animal and panicking Your glance a match on the tinderwood You never spoke but I understood Bring water Eyes bring water: Great fire burning through Great fire burning through my house Great fire burning through my house and heart Great fire burning All because of you Fires burning spreading through the zoo Animals are panicking I'm animal and panicking No round of drinks can extinguish this Feeling of love and engulfing bliss Bring water Eyes bring water I've been in love before But it's never been as hot as this Smoke curling round the door Memories of old loves crack and blister Mister fireman bet you couldn't put me out if you tried Your glance a match on the tinderwood You never spoke but I understood Bring water Eyes bring water |
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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 - The Compact Xtc (1992)
High climbs the summer sun
High stands the corn And tonight when my work is done We will borrow your father's carriage We will drink and prepare for marriage Soon my darling, soon my darling [ :] Shilling for the fellow who brings the sheep in Shilling for the fellow who milks the herd Shilling for the fellow with a wife for keeping How can we feed love on a farmboy's wages? Deep under winter snow Deep lay the lambs And tonight by the full moon's glow Flask of wine on my feather bedding We will drink and prepare for wedding Soon my darling, soon my darling People think that I'm no good Painting pictures carving wood be a rich man if I could But the only job I do well is here on the farm On the farm And it's breaking my back We will borrow your father's carriage We will drink and prepare for marriage Soon my darling, soon my darling |
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from Xtc - The Compact Xtc (1992)
Do something for me, boys
If I should die at sea, boys Write a little note, boys Set it off afloat, saying Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls Village and city girls by the quayside Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls Watching and waiting by the sea Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls Quiet or witty girls by the quayside Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls Watching and waiting by the sea I think about your pale arms waving When I see the caps upon the green And the rocking roller-coaster ocean Think about you every night when I'm fathoms asleep And in my dreams We are rocking in a similar motion I think about the salt sea rolling Down in pearly tears upon your cheeks Just like the day the harbour pulled away I think about your warm white sheets unfolding The more I have to drink The more that I can think to say |
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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 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 - Mummer (1995)
Do you know what noise awakes you
Every morning from your bed A-coming from the farthest hillside A-coming from inside your head You have heard You have heard the loudest sound In this and every world you can think of Chorus: Louder than tanks on the highway Louder than bombers in flight Louder than noises of hatred Dancing us from darkest night is the rhythm of love Powered on the the beating of hearts And did you know you had this power? Drumming on it always stays Never try to use it badly Tunes of good are all it plays You have heard You have heard the loudest sound In this and every world you can visit Chorus For a heart without love is a song with no words And a tune to which no-one is listening So your heart must give love and you'll find that You shine like rain on the leaves you'll be glistening You have heard You have heard the loudest sound In this and every world you can think of Louder than thoughts of dictators Louder than rattling swords Louder than loading of rifles Louder than screaming warlords Chorus |
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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 - Mummer (1995)
High climbs the summer sun
High stands the corn And tonight when my work is done We will borrow your father's carriage We will drink and prepare for marriage Soon my darling, soon my darling [ :] Shilling for the fellow who brings the sheep in Shilling for the fellow who milks the herd Shilling for the fellow with a wife for keeping How can we feed love on a farmboy's wages? Deep under winter snow Deep lay the lambs And tonight by the full moon's glow Flask of wine on my feather bedding We will drink and prepare for wedding Soon my darling, soon my darling People think that I'm no good Painting pictures carving wood be a rich man if I could But the only job I do well is here on the farm On the farm And it's breaking my back We will borrow your father's carriage We will drink and prepare for marriage Soon my darling, soon my darling |
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from Xtc - Mummer (1995)
Great fire burning
You supplied the spark Fores burning spreading through the ark Animals are panicking I'm animal and panicking Your glance a match on the tinderwood You never spoke but I understood Bring water Eyes bring water: Great fire burning through Great fire burning through my house Great fire burning through my house and heart Great fire burning All because of you Fires burning spreading through the zoo Animals are panicking I'm animal and panicking No round of drinks can extinguish this Feeling of love and engulfing bliss Bring water Eyes bring water I've been in love before But it's never been as hot as this Smoke curling round the door Memories of old loves crack and blister Mister fireman bet you couldn't put me out if you tried Your glance a match on the tinderwood You never spoke but I understood Bring water Eyes bring water |
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from Xtc - Mummer (1995)
We can plant a seed
And watch it grow Food enough to fill a table Running water down an overflow Eat as much as we are able But would the fruit turn ripe If the rains had never been? Chorus: Oh Lord deliver us from the elements We at your mercy and your reverence Oh Lord deliver us from the elements We've no defense we are impotent You can travel far to distant lands Some so hot no man could bear You can conquer peaks with winds of sand Where Mother Nature didn't care Would not our world turn cold If the sun refused to shine Chorus And when the world grows old And we know more than our brains can hold Nature will be law Well we're as helpless now as we've ever been before Would not our world turn cold If the sun refused to shine Chorus |
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from Xtc - Mummer (1995)
Scared of love, love and swimming pools
Falling in you said was for fools But when you're standing on the edge You won't hear me because your blood is singing Jump jump go ahead and jump jump If it's what your heart is wanting to do This is real life you're dreaming through And there is no glue to hold you down, so go ahead and... Go ahead and jump Scared of love, love and aeroplanes Falling out I said takes no brains But if your flight is going rough Your soul will lead you to the nearest exit Jump, jump... While you're waiting Time is grinning Clocks and watches laughing at your indecision While you're waiting Worlds are spinning Find another heart and drive into collision Knowing this can you tell me you're... Scared of love, love and swimming pools Stubbornness, I say is for mules But if you're standing on the edge You won't hear me because your blood is singing Jump jump go ahead and jump jump If it's what your heart is wanting to do This is real life you're dreaming through And there'll be no wake up Jump jump go ahead and jump jump If it's what your heart is wanting to say This is really your lucky day And there is no glue to hold you down, so go ahead and... Go ahead and jump |
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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 - Mummer (1995)
Looks as if you're dropping mirrors by the gross
Looks as if your nine lives have left town When you paint in grey and drear Eldorado won't appear To run his sword through all the fears that pull you down And it's okay, for the setting sun Will colour everything around you gold And it's okay, for the setting sun Will colour everything around you gold Looks as if you need a lighthouse in your dark Looks as if I'm now your native guide When the fog is drawing in Snarling dragons break to grin And trample over all the things that pull you down And it's okay... And all those pebbles in your shoes are precious stones And all the skeletons in closets Merely piles of harmless bones ...And it's okay, as the setting sun Will colour everything around you gold Even though it's brown, you'll See your old brick town go gold |
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from Xtc - Mummer (1995)
Funk pop a roll beats up my soul
Oozing like napalm from the speakers and grill Of your radio Into the mouths of babes And across the backs of its willing slaves Funk pop a roll consumes you whole Gulping in your opium so copiously from a disco Everything you eat is waste But swallowing is easy when it has no taste They can fix you rabbits up With your musical feed They can fix you rabbits up Big money selling you stuff that you do not need Funk pop a roll for fish in shoals Music by the yard for the children they keep Like poseable dolls The young to them are mistakes Who only want bread but they're force-fed cake Funk pop a roll the only goal The music business is a hammer to keep You pegs in your holes But please don't listen to me I've already been poisoned by this industry! Funk pop a roll beats up my soul |
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4:48 | ||||
from Xtc - Mummer (1995)
Cast away on a desert island
Me and poor Crusoe are sharing the same fate Cast away on a desert island With Great Britain written on its name plate With my umbrella I go walking Through all the sands on a building site Across the shopping malls and motorways Birds from Heathrow fill the Night with people flying to escape Friday comforts me and says it's pay day Cast away on a desert island... The game and coconuts is plentiful You pick 'em right off of a supermarket shelf And all the man-eaters are parked away Down in garages While their selfish owners drinking to escape Lord of flies with cocktails in his conch shell Don't rescue me, no This is my home sweet home dear Don't rescue me, no I am far from alone here Cast away on a desert island Me and one nation are sharing the same fate Cast away on a desert island With Great Britain written on its name plate Cast away on a desert island |
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5:11 | ||||
from Xtc - Mummer (1995)
An alchemy, human alchemy
We stole them from their freedom to be sold To turn their skins of black into the skins Of brightest gold An alchemy, human alchemy We stoked the fires of trade with human coals And made our purses from the flailed skins of Purest souls An alchemy, human alchemy Other lands became a larder full of all the good things All we had to do was go and take Blood the colour rain that grew our wicked harvest Black the colour icing on our cake An alchemy, human alchemy We stole their babes and mothers, chiefs and braves Although we held the whip, you knew we were The real slaves To alchemy, human alchemy Alchemy, human alchemy |
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4:33 | ||||
from Xtc - Mummer (1995)
O ladybird
I have heard you wish to walk me through your garden I crave your pardon if I woke you with my thinking Ladybird O ladybird I have heard you wish to walk me through your meadow You'll spread no wings to fly in fright if I'm beside you Ladybird All through the winter time When wood was warm and splintered Time seemed longer than a goods train Now that spring is back again I'll ask your name Your name O ladybird I have heard you wish to walk across my pillow No weeping willow was ever as beautiful, sad as you are Ladybird And as you're walking past I'm laying on the grass and making chains of thought To snare you with my wit But bit by bit you fade to gone Gone All through the iron season Love was hanged and treason became Something of a parlour game Now sun is back in power I'll ask your name Your name O ladybird I have heard you have to run to tend your children No flood can drown nor fire blacken purest longing For ladybird Ladybird |
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3:16 | ||||
from Xtc - Mummer (1995)
Boom goes my heart
Dancing around your daisies Church bells will start Sat on you reading your ages I drift away In loving memory of a name Covered in moss You may have died for your country Forgotten not lost You're laid to rest where you're wanted I stare awhile In loving memory of a name England can never repay you You gave your life to be buried alongside The place you loved The sermons attended when you were young Still echo round these churchyard walls Heroes and rogues Together surrounded by nature Lump in my throat Sat in the land of your maker I drift away In loving memory of a name |
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4:17 | ||||
from Xtc - Mummer (1995)
Me and the wind are celebrating your loss
Me and the wind are pulling kites and pushing tress Me and the wind are celebrating your loss Me and the wind are feeling freer than air should ever be Should ever be should ever be should ever And when you lured me into your syrup All I could think of was what a lovely way for me to go I never really realised that Just like the struggling summer flies that I was drowning no matter how sweet or how slow Have I been such a fool Have I been sitting on your stool While you cracked the whip While you cracked the whip I danced imprisoned in your drumbeat Your tune of spring had me whirling like a mad march Merry hare It never really came to mind that The strings of your instrument were strangling me Inside their snare Have I been such a fool Have I been sitting on your stool While you held the hoop While you held the hoop Now that I'm out and I'm shouting in doorways Freed from a love more like murder I should be singing but in liberation Feel like a ship with no rudder Me and the wind are celebrating your loss Have I been such a fool |
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3:04 | ||||
from Xtc - Mummer (1995)
Funk pop a roll beats up my soul
Oozing like napalm from the speakers and grill Of your radio Into the mouths of babes And across the backs of its willing slaves Funk pop a roll consumes you whole Gulping in your opium so copiously from a disco Everything you eat is waste But swallowing is easy when it has no taste They can fix you rabbits up With your musical feed They can fix you rabbits up Big money selling you stuff that you do not need Funk pop a roll for fish in shoals Music by the yard for the children they keep Like poseable dolls The young to them are mistakes Who only want bread but they're force-fed cake Funk pop a roll the only goal The music business is a hammer to keep You pegs in your holes But please don't listen to me I've already been poisoned by this industry! Funk pop a roll beats up my soul |
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2:35 | ||||
from Xtc - Go 2 (1997)
Me and the wind are celebrating your loss
Me and the wind are pulling kites and pushing tress Me and the wind are celebrating your loss Me and the wind are feeling freer than air should ever be Should ever be should ever be should ever And when you lured me into your syrup All I could think of was what a lovely way for me to go I never really realised that Just like the struggling summer flies that I was drowning no matter how sweet or how slow Have I been such a fool Have I been sitting on your stool While you cracked the whip While you cracked the whip I danced imprisoned in your drumbeat Your tune of spring had me whirling like a mad march Merry hare It never really came to mind that The strings of your instrument were strangling me Inside their snare Have I been such a fool Have I been sitting on your stool While you held the hoop While you held the hoop Now that I'm out and I'm shouting in doorways Freed from a love more like murder I should be singing but in liberation Feel like a ship with no rudder Me and the wind are celebrating your loss Have I been such a fool |
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4:35 | ||||
from Xtc - Go 2 (1997)
Battery brides, ha ha have you ever tried
To break out of your waiting room And find yourself a waiting groom Ba ba ba ba battery brides Ba ba ba ba battery brides She left school with a million others And worked in a store part time She dreams of a husband and a lover Doesn't realise she's on the production line of ... |
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2:40 | ||||
from Xtc - Go 2 (1997)
What makes you wander far
Don't know who you are Now if the vibe is right I'll go out tonight Cause it's Buzzcity talking it's Buzzcity talking Go and find a late night bar If I'm not back, leave the door ajar It's Buzzcity talking Talking to me We have sickness in our hair We have time to spare You close another door Break another law when it's Fast, night goes fast Oh! Oh! Oh |
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2:53 | ||||
from Xtc - Go 2 (1997)
Across a crowded room
I first set eyes on you My vision was impaired Obstructed out of view By those - faces in a crowded room them - bodies in a crowded room their - breathing in a crowded room and their - pushing me out down the fire escape In the crowded room I won't touch too much I felt the punch of a punch The language was enough To send me running etc |
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2:59 | ||||
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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3:04 | ||||
from Xtc - Go 2 (1997)
Are you receiving me?
You are deceiving me I know, see I know When we're out walking Your mouth ain't where it's supposed to do the talking When we're in kissing Your lips are missing, are they out on loan to someone else Are you listening? I put it in a letter, what could be better? I put it in a note, one night I wrote I put it in a telegram, just like the son of Sam Babe there's something missing Your TV's just hissing |
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3:02 | ||||
from Xtc - Go 2 (1997)
You better watch your tape boys
It's the tint that angers the beast Got their sails in the sunset they've already got the east Red red red Don't you let them make you Don't let them make you see ... red You better watch your lead boys it's already in your veins Did you ever see the colour iron turns when it rains It's not a gross infatuation It's not a fear, it's not a crush It's not any special nation But even now they make me blush |
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4:36 | ||||
from Xtc - Go 2 (1997)
I spoke to your boss this morning He asked why you weren't home? I said sir they left without warning You won't even get them on the telephone They're in Beatown, it's a capital city and all roads lead to Beatown, beatown I spoke to your owner this lunchtime He asked why you weren't home? I said they thought it was hunchtime You won't even see them standing on their own Beatown, it's a capital city and all roads lead to Beatown, beatown He says he wants his money back sir He says you're all communists sir I said they beat you fair and square sir They use the head, and not the fist Beatown, beatown |
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4:40 | ||||
from Xtc - Go 2 (1997)
Everybody lives somewhere
Mud hut or igloo But what I got is the hottest spot And it's away from you Everybody says something Truth lies or both But dear all your hot air Don't encourage my growth Do you wonder why I look so fresh Do you wonder why I look so tall Do you wonder why you'll never ever move me Life is good in the greenhouse Rather be a plant than be your Mickey Mouse Life is good in the greenhouse Everybody eats something But you won't eat me You won't get me on your plate Or have me over for tea Everybody lives somewhere Mud hut or igloo But what I got is the hottest spot And it's away from you |
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2:03 | ||||
from Xtc - Go 2 (1997)
J.U.M.P.I.N.G. jumping in Gomorrah, I'm religion free
J.U.M.P.I.N.G. jumping in Gomorrah, I'm religion free Bring your horn of plenty Gold calves, if you got 'em We'll get stuck in history All aboard for Sodom, Bring your burning bush, Harlots if you're able We'll get stuck in history Next stop tower of Babel J.U.M.P.I.N.G. All aboard for Sodom |
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2:20 | ||||
from Xtc - Go 2 (1997)
I dunno wot she got
I dunno wot she got I dunno what she got but it seems to have a grip upon me No telling where she learn the things she do to me And I don't know what she done wrong but I want to hurt her (wanna) take it out on her Take it out on her Take it out on her With my weapon She's so exacting that she tells me when I go wrong She doesn't value the attention she receives She says I'm taking all the time but I'm not returning (that's right) 'Do this' but she won't do that Lying beside me like a parcel of fat Hot love - cold sweat - feel her beneath me wanna crush her to death She tries to justify the people who despise me She puts her finger on things she knows will hurt And I can't defend myself till we turn the lights off then I dunno wot she got - my weapon My stinking weapon |
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4:25 | ||||
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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3:39 | ||||
from Xtc - Go 2 (1997)
I am the audience
There's no doubt, no consequence I could make the morning papers If I use my capers Let's be the Audience I might lose my patience Polite applause excepted To the ones selected, as the audience... Oh I ... am the audience No doubt, no consequence Cause I'm the Audience Let's be the audience I might lose my patience Polite applause excepted To the ones selected I am the audience Breakdown the pretence No longer be silent Let's turn to violence I am the Audience |
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3:38 | ||||
from Xtc - Black Sea (2001)
It's in the order of their hedgerows
it's in the way their curtains open and close it's in the look they give you down their nose all part of decency's jigsaw I suppose Heard the neighbour slam his car door don't he realise this is respectable street What d'you think he bought that car for 'cos he realise this is respectable street Now they talk about abortion in cosmopolitan proportions to their daughters as they speak of contraception And immaculate receptions on their portable Sony entertainment centres. Now she speaks about diseases and which sex position pleases best her old man Avon lady fills the creases when she manages to squeeze in past the caravans that never move from their front gardens. It's in the order of their hedgerows it's in the way their curtains open and close it's in the look they give you down their nose all part of decency's jigsaw I suppose Sunday church and they look fetching Saturday night saw him retching over our fence bang the wall for me to turn down I can see them with their stern frown as they dispense the kind of look that says they're perfect |
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from Xtc - Black Sea (2001)
Generals and Majors ah ah
they're never too far from battlefields so glorious out in a world of their own They'll never come down till once again victorious Generals and Majors always seem so unhappy 'less they got a war Generals and Majors ah ah like never before are tired of being actionless. Calling Generals and Majors Generals and Majors everywhere Calling Generals and Majors your World War III is drawing near Generals and Majors ah ah They're never too far away from men who made the grade out in a world of their own They'll never come down until the battle's lost or made Generals and Majors ah ah like never before, are tired of being in the shade |
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from Xtc - Black Sea (2001)
Living through another Cuba
it's 1961 again and we are piggy in the middle while war is polishing his drum and peace plays second fiddle Russia and America are at each other's throats but don't you cry just on your knees and pray, and while you're down there, kiss your arse goodbye We're the bulldog on the fence while others play their tennis overhead it's hardly love all and somebody might wind up red or dead pour some oil on the water quick it doesn't really matter where from he love me, he loves me not he's pulling fins from an atom bomb This phenomenon happens every 20 years or so if they're not careful your watch won't be the only thing with a radioactive glow I'll stick my fingers in my ears and hope they make it up before too late if we get through this lot alright they're due for replay, 1998 |
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3:08 | ||||
from Xtc - Black Sea (2001)
See the lovers all gone crazy
looking for romance it seems many sleepless nights will follow some may lose but some succeed Love at first sight what they want is... love at first sight Make a play of lust intention only just one thing in mind make a slip could be forever wedding bells, the shotgun kind Love at first sight what they want is... love at first sight Mouse takes the bait so soon as he leaves his seat there's no escape, very soon their eyes will meet Love at first sight etc. Take your partner to surrender then your misdemeanour's done sacrifice of maidenhood but little boys must have their fun Love at first sight |
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from Xtc - Black Sea (2001)
Birds beware, expect me up there
me and air are feeling light today jets should hide, I'll fly alongisde me and pride are bolted tight today I've been set off by a pretty little girl I'm like a rocket from a bottle shot free I've been just explosive since you lit me I've been up with the larks I've been shooting off sparks and I'm feeling in love I'm a rocket from a bottle shot free I've been just explosive since you kissed me I've been up in the clouds I've been shrugging off shrouds and I'm feeling in love Hate step back, my smile might just crack can't stop grins from going wide today hell look sharp, angels play your harp I feel strong like the tide today |
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4:53 | ||||
from Xtc - Black Sea (2001)
There is no language in our lungs
to tell the world just how we feel no bridge of thought no mental link no letting out just what you think there is no language in our lungs there is no muscle in our tongues to tell the world what's in our hearts no we're leaving nothing just chiselled stones no chance to speak before we're bones there is no muscle in our tongues I thought I had the whole world in my mouth I thought I could say what I wanted to say For a second that thought became a sword in my hand I could slay any problem that would stand in my way I felt just like a crusader lionheart, a holy land invader but nobody can say what they really mean to say and the impotency of speech came up and hit me that day and I would have made this instrumental but the words got in the way there is no language in our... there is no language in our lungs to tell the world what's in our hearts no we're leaving nothing behind just chiselled stones no chance to speak before we're bones there is no language in our lungs |
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5:24 | ||||
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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4:18 | ||||
from Xtc - Black Sea (2001)
Paper, iron, won't buy Eden
working for paper and for iron work for the right to keep my tie on working for paper and for iron work for the unicorn and lion I pray the kids aren't starving no chicken for the Sunday carving I'll stay for one more farthing I take home my notes and coins every week I'm told I'm worth much more but the Church says turn the other cheek the other cheek paper, iron, won't buy Eden. I know the family needs me can't moan, the factory feeds me won't bite the hand that bleeds me I take home my notes and coins every week I'll inherit the earth I'm told but the Church says to remain this meek remain this meek I'm still a proud man. Won't show anybody else my wage a blend in the crowd man is this anybody's golden age is this anybody's golden age is this anybody's golden age or am I dreaming of a golden cage La la lo it's paper la la lo it's iron la la lo just paper la la lo just iron |
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4:16 | ||||
from Xtc - Black Sea (2001)
Never seen her glowing
all that bright she's throwing like some aurora from her head it's growing reaching to the ground and all around like a Navaho blanket Never heard her singing now she's gently ringing like copper wind chimes what on earth is bringing up this stream the cat who got the cream is licking her lips and smiling like her Cheshire cousin She claims she's found a way to make her own light all you do is smile, you banish the night She says she's burning with optimism's flames, away away she says she's burning up all her guilts and shames, away away she says she's burning with optimism's flames, away away she says she's burning up Now you see I'm smiling back to juvenile'ing I learnt her lesson in like flint and styling all the world is neatly curled around my littlest finger I can't stop this grinning so assume I'm winning threw pessimism in the air it's spinning crashing to the floor and nevermore will it lure me away with sweets and shiny things just like a magpie Now every bird and bee just fuel the fire for me now every closing door just fans the flames some more (Now I'm thinking okay) (I'm turning night into day) |
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3:57 | ||||
from Xtc - Black Sea (2001)
I'm enlisting, overseas aid
need assisting, help with a maid get the expert, on mademoiselles he could diffuse, any bombshell If I could only be tough like him then I could win my own, small, battle of the sexes Sgt. Rock is going to help me make the girl mine keep her stood in line Sgt. Rock is going to help me make the girl mine keep her stood in line make the girl mine, wave the victory sign I'm invading, territories Girls are foreign, and strange to me get the expert, at kissing and stuff he stays easy, when things get rough Sometimes relationships don't go as planned some girls, can make themselves so cold a no-mans land. |
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7:04 | ||||
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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3:51 | ||||
from Xtc - Black Sea (2001)
I'm living in my smokeless zone
My house is not a happy home I got to do something 'for I kick the bucket I'm living in this smokeless zone I clean my dusty window sills Everything I grow it kills I don't want to stay in this street any longer living in this smokeless zone Englands green, once so pleasant land living on a time bomb yeah The whole damn place is going to turn to sand Bah bah I cough upon my wheezy chest my penicillin does its best There's only one cure for an unhealthy body get out of this smokeless zone |
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2:33 | ||||
from Xtc - Black Sea (2001)
Do what you do what you do ... to me
The stars are out and so am I The stars I see ain't in the sky I'm heading for the twilight zone Please don't take me home |
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4:38 | ||||
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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4:35 | ||||
from Xtc - English Settlement (2001)
OOOOO h run-a, oh run-a oh runaways please come home
O O oh run-a, oh run-a, oh runaways please come home O O daddy hit you in a temper, but he's sorry now please O O come home just a quarrel had with mummy, just OOOOO a family row please come home you caught mum chasing daddy with a knife don't cry, don't cry you ran away to escape from the fights don't cry, don't cry now you're lost in a maze of neon light and she's worried, he's worried she's worried, oh... . . oh run-a, oh run-a oh runaways please come home oh run-a oh run-a, oh runaways please come home pacing street-lamps on the highway, haystack for your bed please come home in the morning we will find you in papers to be read please come home you heard screams from the warmth of your bed don't cry, don't cry you slumbered on without being fed don't cry, don't cry now there's no more tears to be shed and she's sorry, he's sorry, she's sorry, oh... oh run-a, oh run-a, oh runaways please come home oh run-a oh run-a, oh runaways please come home colin - lead and backing vocals, fretless bass, mini-korg, piano. andy - electric and semi-acoustic electric 12 string guitars, mini korg, (brass), backing vocals dave - prophet V terry - drums, drum synthesizer composed by c. moulding |
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4:33 | ||||
from Xtc - English Settlement (2001)
Save us from the ball and chain, Save us from the ball and chain, Save us from the ball and chain, oh yeah, The diggers and the tower cranes, The diggers and the tower cranes. Don't want demolition, Don't want your compensation, It's not just bricks and mortar, We are lambs to slaughter. Save us from the ball and chain, Save us from the ball and chain, Save us from the ball and chain, oh yeah, The diggers and the tower cranes, The diggers and the tower cranes. Must we live in fear, From those who shed no tears? Our one and only shelter, Your games, your helter skelter. Motorways and office blocks, They're standing on the spot Where stood a home, Crushing on the memories of people, Who have since turned to stone. (Ahh) They've turned to stone, (Ahh) They've turned to stone. Save us from the ball and chain, Save us from the ball and chain, Save us from the ball and chain, oh yeah, The diggers and the tower cranes, The diggers and the tower cranes. |
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4:51 | ||||
from Xtc - English Settlement (2001)
Hey hey, the clouds are whey, there's straw for the donkey and the innocents can all sleep safely all sleep safely. My my, sun is pie,there's fodder for the cannons and the guilty ones can all sleep safely all sleep safely. And all the world is football shaped its just for me to kick in space and i can see hear smell touch taste coz i've got one, two, three, four five senses working overtime trying to take this all in i've got one two three four five senses working over time trying to taste the difference between the lemons and limes pain and pleasure and the church bells softly chime...
Hey hey, night fights day, there's food for the thinkers and the innocents can all live slowly all live slowly. My my, the sky will cry jewels for the thirsty and the guilty ones can all die slowly all die slowly. And all the world is biscuit shaped its just for me to feed my face and i can see hear smell touch taste and i've got one two three four five senses working overtime trying to take this all in i've got one two three four five senses working overtime tryin to taste the difference between the lemons and limes, pain and pleasure and the church bells softly chime and birds might fall from black skies and bullies might give you black eyes and buses might skid on black ice but to me its very very beautiful (englands glory) beautiful (a striking beauty) and all the world is football shaped its just for me to kick in space and i can see hear smell touch taste coz i've got one, two, three, four five senses working overtime trying to take this all in i've got one two three four five senses working over time try to tell the difference between the goods and crimes, dirt or treasure and theres one two three four five senses working overtime trying to take it all in i've got one two three four five senses working overtime trying to taste the difference between lemons and limes pain and pleasure and the church bells softly chime... |
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6:07 | ||||
from Xtc - English Settlement (2001)
There may be no golden fleece, But human riches I'll release Oh, my head is spinning like the world and it's filled with beasts I've seen, Let me put my bag down and I'll tell you it all right from the start, Like the scarlet woman who would pick on the boys she thought were green, And the two faced man who made a hobby of breaking his wife's heart. Seems the more I travel, From the foam to gravel, As the nets unravel, All exotic fish I find like Jason and the Argonauts There may be no golden fleece, But human riches I'll release I was in a land where men force women to hide their facial features, And here in the west it's just the same but they're using make-up veils. I've seen acts of every shade of terrible crime from man-like creatures, And I've had the breath of liars blowing me off course in my sails. Seems the more I travel, From the foam to gravel, As the nets unravel, All exotic fish I find like Jason and the Argonauts There may be no golden fleece, But human riches I'll release. I have watched the manimals go by Buying shoes, buying sweets, buying knives. I have watched the manimals and cried Buying time, buying ends to other peoples lives. Jason and the Argonauts There may be no golden fleece, But human riches I'll release. Jason and the Argonauts There may be no golden fleece, But human riches I'll release. |
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from Xtc - English Settlement (2001)
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TTTTT he insect-headed worker-wife will hang her waspies on T the line; the husband burns his paper, sucks his pipe while T studying their cushion-floor; his viscous poly-paste breath T comes out, their wall-paper world is shattered by his TTT shout, a boy in blue is busy banging out a headache on the kitchen door. all the while graham slept on, dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to no thugs in our house, are there dear? we made that clear we made little graham promise us he'd be a good boy. no thugs in our house , are there dear? we made that clear we made little graham promise us he'd be a good boy. the young policeman who just can't grow a moustache will open up his book, and spoil their breakfast with reports of asians who have been so badly kicked, is this your son's wallet I've got here? he must have dropped it after too much beer! oh, officer, we can't believe our little angel is the one you've picked. and all the while graham slept on, dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to. no thugs in our house,are there dear? we made that clear we made little graham promise us he'd be a good boy. no thugs in our house, are there dear? we made that clear we made little graham promise us he'd be a good boy. they never read those pamphlets in his bottom drawer,they never readthat tattoo on his arm. they thought that was just a boys club badge he wore, they never thought he'd do folks any harm. the insect-headed worker wife will hang her waspies on the line; she's singing something stale and simple now this business has fizzled out; her little tune is such a happy song her son is innocent, he can't do wrong, 'cos dads a judge and knows exactly what the job of judging's all about. and all the while graham slept on, dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to. no thugs in our house, are there dear? we made that clear we made little graham promise us he'd be a good boy. no thugs in our house, are there dear? we made that clear we made little graham promise us he'd be a good boy. andy-lead and backing vocals, acoustic guitar colin - fender bass dave-electric guitars, prophet V terry-drums composed by a.partridge |
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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 - English Settlement (2001)
W W W hat can I say? why do we starve a thing that near
W w W w W extinction? from day to day these weeds of fear W W W are choking our conviction life's like a jig-saw WWW WWW you get the straight bits but there's something missing in the middle. all of a sudden we find the cupboard's bare all of a sudden we find heaven's not there all of a sudden we find the sun's gone cold all of a sudden we find we're more than old all of a sudden we find that we've lost love so please don't push or shove because it's too late it's too late in all your hurry you've accidentally locked the gate what can we do? trying to stem the flow of sand is useless. it's up to you start holding hands and watch the balance redress life's like a firework you're only lit once and you must stand and radiate correctly. all of a sudden we find the- cupboard's bare all of a sudden we find heaven's not there all of a sudden we find the sun's gone cold all of a sudden we find we're more than old all of a sudden we find that we've lost love so please don't push or shove because it's too late it's too late in all your hurry you've accidentally locked the gate. love's not a product you can hoard or pack a suitcase with it's more a way you have to give. all of a sudden we find the cupboard's bare all of a sudden we find heaven's not there all of a sudden we find the sun's gone cold all of a sudden we find we're more than old all of a sudden we find that we've lost love so please don't push or shove because it's too late it's too late in all your hurry you've accidentally locked the gate. andy - lead and backing vocals, acoustic guitar colin - fretless bass, backing vocals dave - electric 12-string guitar terry - drums and percussion composed by a. partridge |
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from Xtc - English Settlement (2001)
Programmes of violence, As entertainment, Brings the disease into your room. We know the germ, Which is man-made in metal, Is really a key to your own tomb. Prevention is better than cure, Bad apples affecting the pure, You'll gather your senses I'm sure Then agree to, Melt the guns, Melt the guns, Melt the guns, And never more to fire them. Melt the guns, Melt the guns, Melt the guns, And never more desire them. Children will want them, Mothers supply them, As long as your killers are heroes. And all the media Will fiddle while Rome burns, Acting like modern-time Neros. Prevention is better than cure, Bad apples affecting the pure, You'll gather your senses I'm sure Then agree to, Melt the guns, Melt the guns, Melt the guns, And never more to fire them. Melt the guns, Melt the guns, Melt the guns, And never more desire them. I'm speaking to the Justice League of America. The U S of A, Hey you, Yes you in particular! When it comes to the judgement day and you're standing at the gates with your weaponry, You dead go down on one knee, Clasp your hands in prayer and start quoting me, 'Cos we say... Our father we've managed to contain the epidemic in one place, now, Let's hope they shoot themselves instead of others, Help to civilize the race now. We've trapped the cause of the plague, In the land of the free and the home of the brave. If we listen quietly we can hear them shooting from grave to grave. You ought to, Melt the guns, Melt the guns, -a |
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from Xtc - English Settlement (2001)
aaaaa s you see, science once again robs us of our jobs
aa they've put a micro-chip in my place, I hide behind aaaaaa screen of agression nowadays it's just a way of aa aa saving some face, so now I'm permanently aaaa aa drunk like the rest of the race with leisure if you think I'm clowning I assure you that I'm drowning here in leisure they taught me how to work but they can't teach me how to shirk correctly. I spend all day and all my allowance on t.v. games - amusement heaven at the flick of a switch. instead of a lathe I busy my fingers nowadays by scoring goals with the gentlest twitch. I've forgotten how to use my legs to invade the pitch leisure if you think I'm clowning I assure you that I'm drowning here in leisure they taught me how to work but they can't teach me how to shirk correctly. they had retired me 'fore I left school (just saw no point in the standing in line) so I spend lots of time lounging at home (why not come in 'cos the carpet is fine) what a waste of breath it is searching for the jobs that don't exist. so now I'm permanently drunk like the rest of the race with leisure if you think I'm clowning I assure you that I'm drowning here in leisure they taught me how to work but they can't teach me how to shirk correctly. andy-lead and backing vocals, electric guitar, alto sax. colin-fender bass, backing vocals dave-electric guitars and backing vocals terry-drums composed by a. partridge |
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from Xtc - English Settlement (2001)
k k nuckle down, love his skin, it doesn't matter what colour kkkkk skin he's locked in knuckle down, knuckle down and love k k that skin. knuckle down, love his race, it doesn't matter k k if you win or lose a little face knuckle down and love that race. one bright morning the world might end with a big bang and you'll never get yourself another chance. put aside the hoodoo and some of the voodoo 'bout people being different take them by the arm and run to the street, take a little drum to supply the beat, soon the whole world will be up on it's feet and dancing. for my sake won't you put your knuckles down, boys? for my sake won't you put you knuckles down? knuckle down, love her skin, it doesn't matter what colour skin she's locked in knuckle down, knuckle down and love that skin. knuckle down, love her race, it doesn't matter if you win or lose a little face knuckle down and love that race. one bright morning you just might wake when the coin drops, even though you think that love is such a corny thing. you can burst the bubble full up with trouble says that people always got to be fighting (not right!) and take them by the arm and run to the fields, blow on your horn until jericho yields, soon the whole world will lay down swords and shield for singing. for my sake won't you put your knuckles down, boys? for my sake won't you put your knuckles down? andy-lead vocals, acoustic guitar, percussion, frog colin-fretless bass dave-electric guitars terry-drums, percussion composed by a. partridge |
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from Xtc - English Settlement (2001)
II am the fly on the wall my prying eyes are looking through
II your bottom drawer I just came flying through your door II you didn't notice that your number had been called. I see II the mother who's beating the babe, I see the money, the II pennies you save, stored on computers from birth to the grave the fly on the wall he's seeing it all. I am the fly upon the wall you're in the index of the files that stand so tall although your health is rather poor we have a place for those who cannot find a cure. I know your income your daily crust I know your pleasures, your passion, your lust I know when you're living and I know when you're dust the fly on the wall he's seeing it all. one is born and one will die, it's all understood the bit that's in the middle doesn't count I am the fly on the wall my prying eyes are looking through your bottom drawer I just came flying through your door you didn't notice that your number had been called. I see the mother who's beating the babe, I see the money, the pennies you save, stored on computers from birth to the grave the fly on the wall he's seeing it all. I am the fly upon the wall you're in the index of the files that stand so tall although your health is rather poor we have a place for those who cannot find a cure. I know your income your daily crust I know your pleasures, your passion, your lust I know when you're living and I know when you're dust the fly on the wall he's seeing it all. colin-lead and backing vocals, fretless bass andy-miniKorg dave-electric and fuzz-boxed 12 string guitar terry-drums composed by c. moulding |
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from Xtc - English Settlement (2001)
Man acting like a farmer and, He's treated the woman like a poor cow, We got to treat you better from now, But man is just a baby and, He's needing your milk of kindness. I vow to drink as much as you will allow. All the way through history, Man, machine, no mystery, All the way through history, Girl have the brain to act like the weaker sex. Down in the cockpit, Man need the woman to pull him right out of it, Down in the cockpit, Man need the woman to pull him right out of it. Queen wants the castle, back from the rascal, Queen wants the castle. The girl tribe are growing up and, Filling the world full with a new soul, To get so far they payed a high toll. Try not to make, The same mistakes, As man has done, or you'll fall in that hole, And you will see us changing our role. All the way through history, Man, machine, no mystery, All the way through history, Girl have the brain to act like the weaker sex. Down in the cockpit, Man need the woman to pull him right out of it, Down in the cockpit, Man need the woman to pull him right out of it. Queen wants the castle, back from the rascal, Queen wants the castle. |
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from Xtc - English Settlement (2001)
pppp pp eople rushing round with no time to spare. I'm so pp pp dizzy I'm neither here nor there, in this traffic pp pp pp jam I just want to shout let me off o' this pp ppp english roundabout english roundabout and all the pp the horns go 'beep! beep!' all the people follow like sheep I'm full of light and sound making my head go round, round. everyone is cursing under their breath I'm a passenger, I feel close to death hopeless situation I have no doubt stop the madness, english roundabout english roundabout and all the cars go 'brum! brum!' and in my ears I feel a hum the neons blind my eyes all those tempers rise, rise. cars and buses go, puffing out their smoke roll my window down, I begin to choke I have had enough, I just want to get out let me off o' this english roundabout english roundabout. colin-lead and backing vocals, fretless bass, percussion andy-electric and amplified acoustic guitars, backing vocals dave-electric 12-string guitar, prophet V terry-drums composed by c. moulding |
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from Xtc - English Settlement (2001)
ii t isn't even winter and I'm freezing, freezing, and this sort
ii of feeling isn't pleasing and what I want to know, man ii why, oh why does she treat me like a snowman? she's been ii building me up quite steadily seems like I've been here years ii and years and years and years; I wait patiently, froze in history, all ice-water is tears and tears and tears and tears; she treats me far too frosty, this hanging on has cost me dear. it isn't even winter and I'm shivering, shivering waiting for the love that's not delivering what I want to know, man why oh why does she treat me like a snowman? it seems you would say I was too soft-hearted, if you made a dunce-cap I'd don it! people will always be tempted to wipe their feet on anything with 'welcome' written on it. it isn't even winter and I'm freezing, freezing, and this sort of feeling isn't pleasing and what I want to know, man why, oh why does she treat me like a snowman? andy-lead and backing vocals, electric guitar, mini-Korg, prophet V colin-fretless bass, backing vocals dave-semi acoustic electric 12-string guitar, piano, percussion terry-drums and drum synth composed by a. partridge |
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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 - Nonsuch (2001)
Fine art never moved my soul
No vintage wine designer clothes But my world shakes for me My bird sings sweetly A different kind of tinsel Decorates my tree Yes my bird performs A thousand Cheshire cats Grin inside of me Yes my bird performs There she goes Shakespeare's sonnets leave me cold The drama stage and the high brow prose But my world shakes for me My bird sings sweetly The brightest fireworks Are lighting up my sky Yes my bird performs The cage is open But she's no desire to fly 'Cause my bird performs There she goes And you keep saying what you got You keep saying what you got Look out |
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from Xtc - Nonsuch (2001)
I put on a fake smile
And start the evening show The public is laughing I guess by now they know So climb from your high horse And pull this freak show down Dear Madam Barnum I resign as clown You said I was the master of all I surveyed But now I'm sweeping up The last in line in your circus parade Children are clapping As I fall to the floor My heart torn and broken And they just scream for more If I'm not the sole fool Who pulls his trousers down Then dear Madam Barnum I resign as clown You tread the high wire Between truth and lies Your safety net just walked out Much to your surprise Strike up the band love And let the show begin For this is the last time I'm painting on a grin If I'm not the sole fool Who pulls his trousers down Then dear Madam Barnum I resign as clown |