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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
Close your legs, open your mind Leave those compliments well behind Dig a little deeper into yourself And you may find Come over here just sit right down Needn't comb your hair, needn't pout or frown I hear you've turned our young men Into dribbling clowns 36D so what (D) so what Is that all that you've got? 36D so what (D) so what Is that all that you've got? Make their day and go ahead Remove your clothes lie on their bed Just a last gasp chance or an outside bet To the easily led And before you do just what you do Here' one thought for you to chew The men who run the business that you sell They screw you too 36D so what (D) so what Is that all that you've got? 36D so what (D) so what Is that all that you've got? You're just another 365 night stand But you're so handy, you're so handy You cheapen and you nasty every woman in this land But you're so handy, you're so handy Your picture's hanging pretty on the squaddies' walls You're Steven's, Andy's, you're Ian's, you're Paul's Your body's through of fondly in the rugby mauls But you want more 36D so what (D) so what Is that all that you've got? 36D so what (D) so what Is that all that you've got? 36D so what (D) so what Is that all that you've got? 36D so what (D) so what Is that all that you've got? He was trying to save his job He was, he was trying to save his job. |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
I need a little time To think it over I need a little space Just on my own I need a little time To find my freedom I need a little... Funny how quick the milk turns sour Isn't it, isn't it Your face has been looking like that for hours Hasn't it, hasn't it Promises, promises turn to dust Wedding bells just turn to rust Trust into mistrust I need a little room To find myself I need a little space To work it out I need a little room All alone I need a little... You need a little room for your big head Don't you, don't you You need a little space for a thousand beds Won't you, won't you Lips that promise - fear the worst Tongue so sharp - the bubble burst Just into unjust I've had a little time To find the truth Now I've had a little room To check what's wrong I've had a little time And I still love you I've had a little... You had a little time And you had a little fun Didn't you, didn't you While you had yours Do you think I had none Do you, do you The Freedom that you wanted bad Is yours for good I hope you're glad Sad into unsad I had a little time To think it over Had a little room To work it out I found a little courage To call it off I've had a little time I've had a little time I've had a little time I've had a little time |
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from IF (2008)
Are you ready Are you ready Are you ready Are you ready
Are you ready for the time of life Its time to stand up and fight So alright So alright Hand in hand we take a caravan to the marble land One by one we gonna stand up with pride One that can`t be denied Stand up Stand up From the highest mountain of valley old We all shall together with heart of gold Now the children of the world can see This a better place for us to be The place is which we were born So neglected and torn apart Every woman every man Join the caravan of love #!Hstand up#!H stand up Stand up Every body takes a stand Join the caravan of love #!Hstand up#!H stand up Stand up I`m your brother I`m your brother don`t you know She`s my sister She`s my sister don`t you know Well be living in the world of peace And the day when everyone is free Bring the young and the old Want you let chilled flow from your heart Every woman every man Join the caravan of love #!Hstand up#!H stand up Stand up Every body takes a stand Join the caravan of love #!Hstand up#!H stand up Stand up I`m your brother I`m your brother don`t you know She`s my sister She`s my sister don`t you know So are you ready #!H hes coming #!H Are you ready #!H hes coming #!H Are you ready #!H hes coming #!H Are you ready #!H hes coming on the caravan #!H You better get ready #!H go for it #!H You better get ready #!H go for it #!H You better get ready #!H go for it #!H You better get ready |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
Think of you with pipe and slippers Think of her in Bed Laying there just watching telly Then think of me instead I'll never grow so old and flabby That could never be Don't marry her, fuck me And your love light shines like cardboard But your work shoes are glistening She's a Ph.D in 'I told you so' You've a knighthood in 'I'm not listening' She'll grab your sweaty bollocks Then slowly raise her knee Don't marry her, fuck me And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay And you realise you can't make it anyway You have to wash the car Take the kiddies to the park Don't marry her, fuck me Those lovely Sunday mornings With breakfast brought in bed Those blackbirds look like knitting needles Trying to peck your head Those birds will peck your soul out And throw away the key Don't marry her, fuck me And the kitchen's always tidy And the bathroom's always clean She's a diploma in 'just hiding things' You've a first in 'low esteem' When your socks smell of angels But your life smells of brie Don't marry her, fuck me And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay And you realise you can't make it anyway You have to wash the car Take the kiddies to the park Don't marry her, fuck me And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay And you realise you can't make it anyway You have to wash the car Take the kiddies to the park Don't marry her, fuck me |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
Everybody's talkin' at me. I can't hear a word they're sayin', Only the echoes of my mind. People stoppin' starin' I can't see their faces, Only the shadows of their eyes. I'm goin' where the sun keeps shinin' Thru the pourin' rain, Goin' where the weather suits my clothes. Bankin' off the northeast wind, Sailin' on a summer breeze, Trippin' over the ocean like a stone. Woh Woh Woh I'm goin' where the sun keeps shinin' Thru the pourin' rain, Goin' where the weather suits my clothes. Bankin' off the northeast wind, Sailin' on a summer breeze, Trippin' over the ocean like a stone. (Like A Stone) Everybody's talkin' at me. Woh Woh Woh |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
Don't know what I'm doing here I'll carry on regardless Got enough money for one more beer I'll carry on regardless Good as gold, but stupid as mud He'll carry on regardless They'll bleed his heart 'til there's no more blood But carry on regardless Carry on with laugh Carry on with cry Carry on with brown under moonlit sky I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my needs Not in the star signs Or the palm that she reads I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss Not in the next life I want it in this I want it in this Got one note to last all week I'll carry on regardless The hill to happiness is far too steep I'll carry on regardless Dried his mouth in the Memphis sun He carried on regardless Tried to smile and he bit his tongue But carry on regardless Carry on with work Carry on with love Carry on with cheering Anything above I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my needs Not in the star signs Or the palm that she reads I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss Not in the next life I'll have it in this I'll have it in this I don't want silver, I just want gold Carry on regardless Bronze is for the sick and the old But carry on regardless I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my needs Not in the star signs Or the palm that she reads I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss Not in the next life I'll have it in this I'll have it in this |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
How long's a tear take to dry When a woman has no breeze? How long's a tear take to dry When a woman, when a woman's on her knees? How long's a tear take to dry When a woman hasn't sinned? How long's a tear take to dry When the weather, when the weather brings no wind? Look I'm sorry that I hurt you You look a million dollars and a dime Time's the greatest healer But love's the greatest stealer of all time I'm so sorry, (make it plural) - My heart's broken, (mine's the same) I still love you (make it plural) You're so sweet! The flowers smell sweeter, the closer you are to the grave The flowers smell sweeter, the closer you are to the grave How long's a tear take to dry When almighty brings is rain? How long's a tear take to dry And do tears, and do tears really stain? This heart was like a tardis I went and lost the key in a fight I've never found a locksmith Will you be my locksmith tonight? (Will I shite) I'm so sorry, (make it plural) - My heart's broken, (mine's the same) I still love you (make it plural) You're so sweet! The flowers smell sweeter, the closer you are to the grave The flowers smell sweeter, the closer you are to the grave How long does sorry really last Is it tattooed upon your heart? Or is it hung in a museum With your Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa ex-ass art? I have no summer, (I'll buy you summer) I'll buy July, if December makes you cry A little or no trace face belies a lie of many days gone by A little or no trace face belies a lie of many days gone by -acapo |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
If, if you choose that we will always lose Well then I'll sail this ship alone And if, if you decide to give him another try Well then I'll sail this ship alone Well they said if I wrote the perfect love song You would take me back Well I wrote it but I lost it And now will you take me back anyway Now if, if you insist that this is for the best Well then I'll sail this ship alone And if, if you swear that you no longer care Well then I'll sail this ship alone I'll sail this ship alone Between the pain and the pleasure I'll sail this ship alone Amongst the sharks and the treasure If you would rather go your way then go your way I'll sail this ship alone If, if you're afraid that I won't make the grade Well then I'll sail this ship alone And if, if you agree to him instead of me Well then I'll sail this ship alone Well they said if I wrote the perfect letter That I would have a chance Well I wrote it, and you burnt it And now do I have a chance anyway If, if you swear that you no longer care Well then I'll sail this ship alone I'll sail this ship alone Between the pain and the pleasure I'll sail this ship alone Amongst the sharks and the treasure If you would rather go your way then go your way I'll sail this ship alone Well they said if I burnt myself alive That you'd come running back |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
> When you called me a useless druggie
At least you got half of it right When you called me a hopeless alcoholic I'm only hopeless after nine at night And when I said you came staggering home blind drunk If I didn't you'd get terrible fright And if this is the land of hope and glory Where's the land of hope but not quite I've been scruff bag, dirt bag, always someones binbag But never been bono or sting However I dressed never really impressed So they never got to hear a damn thing I've been bad man sad man certified mad But never 007 or saint Trendsetter go getter international jet setter Are just a few things that I ain't The time you told class I was a half wit Was my very first 50 % Previous best in any other test Was either stolen copied or lent And when you branded me and every single one of my mates A waste of time and effort to teach Why d'you give us sums if our only hope was bums On someone else's deckchair and beach I've been smart arse, mardy arse, on and off a lard arse But never been a legend to god New thing dumb thing even last year's thing Headbang? - not even a nod! I've been left-wing, secure-wing, lost stripes, gained winged We've never caused a lady to faint Wideboy, ladyboy, read it in the paper boy A few things they said that I ain't When popularity soared, hometown and abroad I spent most of it trying to breathe in Always ill at ease, too willing to please An inferior life's bargain bin When you come from a background of bargain bins You're bound to fear it ends where it begins So when nation adored we felt more of a fraud And too phoney to celebrate wins I've been scruffbag, dirtbag, always someones binbag But never been Bono or Sting However I dressed never really impressed So they never got to hear a damn thing I've been badman, sadman, certified mad But never 007 or Saint Trend-setter, go-getter, international jet-setter Are just a few things that I ain't |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
Old Red eyes is back Red from the night before the night before Walked into the wrong bar walked into a door Old Red's in town And sitting late at night he doesn't make a sound Just adding to the wrinkles on his deathly frown They're only red from all the tears that I should've shed They're only red from all the women that I could've wed So when you look into these eyes I hope you realise They could never be blue They could never be blue They could never be blue They could never be blue Listen up Old Red You never listened to a word the doctor said He told you if you drank another you'd be dead Old Red Eyes is back His shoulders ache all over and his brain is sore He pours a drink and listens to his body thaw They're only red from all the thoughts unused inside my head They're only red from all the things I could have done instead So when you look into these eyes I hope you realise They could never be blue They could never be blue They could never be blue They could never be blue Blue is a street without an end Red is the colour of my hell Blue is a greeting from a friend Red is the colour of farewell Old Red he died And every single landlord in the district cried An empty bottle of whisky laying by his side A lazy little tear running from each eye They could never be blue They could never be blue They could never be blue They could never be blue |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
I once had a friend who I loved from my heart But I went on and left her 'fore I'd made a start Now I'm moaning the blues like the rest of the charts Take me back So I'll cry with a limp Just get by on a limb Till these blue eyes of mine they are closed So here's to an old fashioned peck on the cheek And farewell my sweet Northern Rose Give me one last love song To bring you back, bring you back Give me one last video, just dressed in black, dressed in black Give him a chorus and that bit at the end Where he wails on and on 'bout the loss of a friend Let him scream loudly 'well this love could mend' Let it die, let it die Those bloody great ballads we hated at first Well I bought them all, now I'm writing worse Save us from baldness and saving the earth Take me back And I'll smile with a limp And I'll love with a limp Till the clouds disappear from above And as the storm moves away all I can say Is there's a towel on the door for your love Give me one last love song To bring you back, bring you back Give me one last video, just dressed in black, dressed in black Give him a chorus and that bit at the end Where he wails on and on 'bout the loss of a friend Let him scream loudly 'well this love could mend' Let it die, let it die, let it die |
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from Housemartins - The Housemartins - Live At The Bbc [live] (2006)
(All on board
Get on board All on board Get on board) There's a train coming somewhere down the track The people that are ready better step in back This train has been running since the time began It's running on the love of your fellow man All on board Get on board All on board Get on board So people get ready, there's a train a-coming You don't need no ticket, you just get on board All you need is faith to hear the diesels humming You don't need no ticket, you just thank the Lord I believe I truly believe that one day the world will be full of love Yes I believe Yes I believe Yes I believe Yes I believe I believe |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
She's a perfect 10, but she wears a 12 Baby keep a little 2 for me She could be sweet 16, bustin' out at the seams It's still love in the first degree When he's at my gate, with a big fat 8 You wanna see the smile on my face And even at my door, with a poor poor 4 There ain't no man can replace 'Cause we love our love, in different sizes I love her body, especially the lies Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes Promise me this, take me tonight If he's extra large well I'm in charge I can work this thing on top If he's XXL well what the hell Every penny don't fit the slot The anorexic chicks, the model 6 They don't hold no weight with me Well 8 or 9, well that's just fine But I like to hold something I can see 'Cause we love our love, in different sizes I love her body, especially the lies Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes Promise me this, take me tonight I've bought a watch, to time your beauty But I've had to fit a second hand I've bought a calendar, and every month Is taken up by lover man 'Cause we love our love, in different sizes I love her body, especially the lies Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes Promise me this, take me tonight 'Cause we love our love, in different sizes I love her body, especially the lies Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes Promise me this, take me tonight |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
Line One is the time That you, you first stayed over at mine And we drank our first bottle of wine And we cried Line Two we're away And we both, we both had nowhere to stay Well the bus-shelter's always OK When you're young Now you're older and I look at your face Every wrinkle is so easy to place And I only write them down just in case That you die Let's take a look at these crows feet, just look Sitting on the prettiest eyes Sixty 25th of Decembers Fifty-nine 4th of Julys Not through the age or the failure, children Not through the hate or despise Take a good look at these crows feet Sitting on the prettiest eyes Line Three I forget But I think, I think it was our first ever bet And the horse we backed was short of a leg Never mind Line Four in a park And the things, the things that people do in the dark I could hear the faintest beat of your heart Then we did Now you're older and I look at your face Every wrinkle is so easy to place And I only write them down just in case You should die Lets take a look at these crows feet, just look Sitting on the prettiest eyes Sixty 25th of Decembers Fifty-nine 4th of Julys You can't have too many good times, children You can't have too many lines Take a good look at these crows feet Sitting on the prettiest eyes Well my eyes look like a map of the town And my teeth are either yellow or they're brown But you'll never hear the crack of a frown When you are here You'll never hear the crack Of a frown |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
And the women tug their hair Like they're trying to prove it won't fall out And all the men are gargoyles Dipped long in Irish stout The whole place is pickled The people are pickles for sure And no-one knows if they've done more here Than they ever would do in a jar This could be Rotterdam or anywhere Liverpool or Rome 'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere Anywhere alone Anywhere alone And everyone is blonde And everyone is beautiful and when blondes and beautiful are multiple they become so dull and dutiful And when faced with dull and dutiful They fire red warning flares Battle-Khaki personality With red underwear This could be Rotterdam or anywhere Liverpool or Rome 'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere Anywhere alone Anywhere alone The whole place is pickled The people are pickles for sure And no-one knows if they've done more here Than they ever would do in a jar This could be Rotterdam or anywhere Liverpool or Rome 'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere Anywhere alone This could be Rotterdam or anywhere Liverpool or Rome 'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere Anywhere alone |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
I love you from the bottom, of my pencil case I love you in the songs, I write and sing Love you because, you put me in my rightful place And I love the PRS cheques, that you bring Cheap, never cheap I'll sing you songs till you're asleep When you've gone upstairs I'll creep And write it all down Oh Shirley, Oh Deborah, Oh Julie, Oh Jane I wrote so many songs about you I forget your name (I forget your name) Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too I forget your name I love your from the bottom of my pencil case I love the way you never ask me why I love to write about each wrinkle on your face And I love you till my fountain pen runs dry Deep so deep, the number one I hope to reap Depends upon the tears you weep, so cry, lovey cry, cry, cry, cry Oh Cathy, Oh Alison, Oh Phillipa, Oh Sue You made me so much money, I wrote this song for you Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too I wrote this song for you So let me talk about Mary, a sad story Turned her grief into glory Late at night, by the typewriter light, She ripped his ribbon to shreds |
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| from The Housemartins - The People Who Grinned Themselves To Death (1999) | |||||
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| from The Housemartins - Now That's What I Call Quite Good (2006) | |||||
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| from Housemartins - The Housemartins - Live At The Bbc [live] (2006) | |||||
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| from The Housemartins - London O Hull 4 (1999) | |||||
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| from The Housemartins - Now That's What I Call Quite Good (2006) | |||||
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| from Walk Like A Panther (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) [ost] (2018) | |||||
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| from The Housemartins - The People Who Grinned Themselves To Death (1999) | |||||
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| from The Housemartins - Now That's What I Call Quite Good (2006) | |||||
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| from Housemartins - The Housemartins - Live At The Bbc [live] (2006) | |||||
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| from The Housemartins - The People Who Grinned Themselves To Death (1999) | |||||
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| from Housemartins - The Housemartins - Live At The Bbc [live] (2006) | |||||
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| from The Housemartins - London O Hull 4 (1999) | |||||
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| from The Housemartins - Now That's What I Call Quite Good (2006) | |||||
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| from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008) | |||||
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| from The Housemartins - London O Hull 4 (1999) | |||||
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| from The Housemartins - Now That's What I Call Quite Good (2006) | |||||
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| from Housemartins - The Housemartins - Live At The Bbc [live] (2006) | |||||
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| from The Housemartins - The People Who Grinned Themselves To Death (1999) | |||||
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| from Housemartins - The Housemartins - Live At The Bbc [live] (2006) | |||||
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| from The Housemartins - The People Who Grinned Themselves To Death (1999) | |||||
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
He was just a social drinker but social every night He enjoyed a pint or two or three or four She was just a silent thinker, silent every night He'd enjoy the thought of killing her before Well he was very rarely drunk but very rarely sober And he didn't think the problem was his drink But he only knew his problem when he knocked her over And when the rotting flesh began to stink Cry freedom for the woman in the wall Cry freedom for she has no voice at all I hear her cry all day, all night I hear her voice from deep within the wall Made a cross from knitting needles Made a grave from koover bags Especially for the woman in the wall She'd knitted him a jumper with dominoes on So he wore it everyday in every week Pretended to himself that she hadn't really gone Pretended that he thought he beard her speak Then at last it seemed that he was really winning He felt that he had some sort of grip But all of his new life was sent a-spinning When the rotting wall began to drip |
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| from The Housemartins - Now That's What I Call Quite Good (2006) | |||||
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