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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
Youth has gone I heard you say It doesn't matter Anyway Don't hide the photos Or turn off the lights I'm quite sure we've both seen Funnier sights Youth Sleep in a deep deep deep Beauty is skin deep Youth has gone Though we're still young It's hard I know to believe That I was somebody's son The memories Of what you once were The memories of what We both were Youth has gone Though don't think I don't cry We let ourselves slip And now I ask myself why I'm on my own And don't think I really mind When after all The years have been fairly kind Youth Sleep in a deep deep deep Beauty is skin deep Sleep in a deep deep deep Beauty is skin deep Youth...Youth...Sleep! |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
Youth has gone
I heard you say It doesn't matter Anyway Don't hide the photos Or turn off the lights I'm quite sure we've both seen Funnier sights Youth Sleep in a deep deep deep Beauty is skin deep Youth has gone Though we're still young It's hard I know to believe That I was somebody's son The memories Of what you once were The memories of what We both were Youth has gone Though don't think I don't cry We let ourselves slip And now I ask myself why I'm on my own And don't think I really mind When after all The years have been fairly kind Youth Sleep in a deep deep deep Beauty is skin deep Sleep in a deep deep deep Beauty is skin deep Youth...Youth...Sleep! |
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from Marc Almond - The Singles '84-'87 (2003)
Oh you have the saddest eyes
That I have ever seen Secret sorrows of a heart That breaks so easily Don't let me catch you crying Don't let me catch you crying Watching through the pane of glass The final silent scenes You became a fading face In morning's half forgotten dream Don't let me catch you crying Just hear the sad breeze sighing You have You have You have the first ice of winter I have the first rain of summer You have the sad signs of sorrow I have to leave you tomorrow Words on a torn piece of paper Escape from the window forever Memories don't seem to matter When crushed under heel in the gutter Oh you have the saddest eyes That I have ever seen Secret sorrows of a heart That breaks so easily Don't let me catch you crying Just hear the sad breeze sighing You have You have I wander out along the rain washed streets Blinded with tears And kicking cans Wrecked and wild With an ever-crushing loneliness Feverish and tousled With an ever-crushing love I know I won't find any answers here I know my pleading voice bounds back an echo It ricochets back down the cavernous alley Hey don't be a stranger Sad how misguided and confused We suffer inside Stumbling from one shaky stepping stone To another Reaching out for a blind, blind love Reaching out for a blind, blind love Small we fall easy prey to self-pity Wishing I was with you on the other side Maybe tomorrow I'll join you in Paradise Maybe tomorrow I'll join you in Paradise |
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from Soft Cell - The Singles (1987)
Atmospheres are tense today Mother and father are rowing again Silently seated around the table You're the one that's getting the blame Father looks at you like a snake You play with the food upon your plate No one seems to be on your side Things that threaten to hurt your pride Mother loves to be concerned Using lessons that she learnt Fathers never understand When children have the upper hand Smiling you did your time at school Crying quietly like a fool Saturday night and Sunday morning Did all the things they asked you to do They say that home is where the heart is But home is only where the hurt is Pull the wool over the eyes Forget the worries that you started Mother loves to be concerned Using lessons that she learnt Fathers never understand When children have the upper hand When you stayed out every night The first time from your parent's sight They started to show some concern But by then it was too late Feel it's time to pull away Shut your ears to all they say Be yourself you know it's true When in the end what's left is you Mother loves to be concerned Using lessons that she learnt Fathers never understand When children have the upper hand |
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from Soft Cell - Master Series (1999)
Atmospheres are tense today Mother and father are rowing again Silently seated around the table You're the one that's getting the blame Father looks at you like a snake You play with the food upon your plate No one seems to be on your side Things that threaten to hurt your pride Mother loves to be concerned Using lessons that she learnt Fathers never understand When children have the upper hand Smiling you did your time at school Crying quietly like a fool Saturday night and Sunday morning Did all the things they asked you to do They say that home is where the heart is But home is only where the hurt is Pull the wool over the eyes Forget the worries that you started Mother loves to be concerned Using lessons that she learnt Fathers never understand When children have the upper hand When you stayed out every night The first time from your parent's sight They started to show some concern But by then it was too late Feel it's time to pull away Shut your ears to all they say Be yourself you know it's true When in the end what's left is you Mother loves to be concerned Using lessons that she learnt Fathers never understand When children have the upper hand |
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from Soft Cell - The Art Of Falling Apart (2006)
Atmospheres are tense today Mother and father are rowing again Silently seated around the table You're the one that's getting the blame Father looks at you like a snake You play with the food upon your plate No one seems to be on your side Things that threaten to hurt your pride Mother loves to be concerned Using lessons that she learnt Fathers never understand When children have the upper hand Smiling you did your time at school Crying quietly like a fool Saturday night and Sunday morning Did all the things they asked you to do They say that home is where the heart is But home is only where the hurt is Pull the wool over the eyes Forget the worries that you started Mother loves to be concerned Using lessons that she learnt Fathers never understand When children have the upper hand When you stayed out every night The first time from your parent's sight They started to show some concern But by then it was too late Feel it's time to pull away Shut your ears to all they say Be yourself you know it's true When in the end what's left is you Mother loves to be concerned Using lessons that she learnt Fathers never understand When children have the upper hand |
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from Soft Cell - Master Series (1999)
Baby, baby, baby don't leave me.
Ooh, please don't leave me all by myself. I've got this burning, burning, yearning feelin' inside me. Ooh, deep inside me and it hurts so bad. You came into my heart (baby, baby) so tenderly, With a burning love (baby, baby) That stings like a bee (baby, baby). Now that I surrender (baby, baby) so helplessly, You now want to leave (baby, baby). Ooh, you wanna leave me (baby, baby). Ooh (baby, baby). Baby, baby, where did our love go? Ooh, don't you want me? Don't you want me no more (baby, baby)? Ooh, baby. Baby, baby, where did our love go? And all your promises of a love forevermore! I've got this burning, burning, yearning feelin' inside me. Ooh, deep inside me, and it hurts so bad. Before you won my heart (baby, baby) You were a perfect guy. But now that you got me, You wanna leave me behind (baby, baby). Ooh, baby. Baby, baby, baby don't leave me. Ooh, please don't leave me all by myself (baby, baby). Ooh. ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By HOLLAND, EDWARD, JR./HOLLAND, BRIAN/DOZIER, LAMONT HERBERT <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
Baby, baby, baby don't leave me.
Ooh, please don't leave me all by myself. I've got this burning, burning, yearning feelin' inside me. Ooh, deep inside me and it hurts so bad. You came into my heart (baby, baby) so tenderly, With a burning love (baby, baby) That stings like a bee (baby, baby). Now that I surrender (baby, baby) so helplessly, You now want to leave (baby, baby). Ooh, you wanna leave me (baby, baby). Ooh (baby, baby). Baby, baby, where did our love go? Ooh, don't you want me? Don't you want me no more (baby, baby)? Ooh, baby. Baby, baby, where did our love go? And all your promises of a love forevermore! I've got this burning, burning, yearning feelin' inside me. Ooh, deep inside me, and it hurts so bad. Before you won my heart (baby, baby) You were a perfect guy. But now that you got me, You wanna leave me behind (baby, baby). Ooh, baby. Baby, baby, baby don't leave me. Ooh, please don't leave me all by myself (baby, baby). Ooh. ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By HOLLAND, EDWARD, JR./HOLLAND, BRIAN/DOZIER, LAMONT HERBERT <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from Soft Cell - Non Stop Ecstatic Dancing (2006)
Baby, baby, baby don't leave me.
Ooh, please don't leave me all by myself. I've got this burning, burning, yearning feelin' inside me. Ooh, deep inside me and it hurts so bad. You came into my heart (baby, baby) so tenderly, With a burning love (baby, baby) That stings like a bee (baby, baby). Now that I surrender (baby, baby) so helplessly, You now want to leave (baby, baby). Ooh, you wanna leave me (baby, baby). Ooh (baby, baby). Baby, baby, where did our love go? Ooh, don't you want me? Don't you want me no more (baby, baby)? Ooh, baby. Baby, baby, where did our love go? And all your promises of a love forevermore! I've got this burning, burning, yearning feelin' inside me. Ooh, deep inside me, and it hurts so bad. Before you won my heart (baby, baby) You were a perfect guy. But now that you got me, You wanna leave me behind (baby, baby). Ooh, baby. Baby, baby, baby don't leave me. Ooh, please don't leave me all by myself (baby, baby). Ooh. ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By HOLLAND, EDWARD, JR./HOLLAND, BRIAN/DOZIER, LAMONT HERBERT <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
Baby, baby, baby don't leave me.
Ooh, please don't leave me all by myself. I've got this burning, burning, yearning feelin' inside me. Ooh, deep inside me and it hurts so bad. You came into my heart (baby, baby) so tenderly, With a burning love (baby, baby) That stings like a bee (baby, baby). Now that I surrender (baby, baby) so helplessly, You now want to leave (baby, baby). Ooh, you wanna leave me (baby, baby). Ooh (baby, baby). Baby, baby, where did our love go? Ooh, don't you want me? Don't you want me no more (baby, baby)? Ooh, baby. Baby, baby, where did our love go? And all your promises of a love forevermore! I've got this burning, burning, yearning feelin' inside me. Ooh, deep inside me, and it hurts so bad. Before you won my heart (baby, baby) You were a perfect guy. But now that you got me, You wanna leave me behind (baby, baby). Ooh, baby. Baby, baby, baby don't leave me. Ooh, please don't leave me all by myself (baby, baby). Ooh. ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By HOLLAND, EDWARD, JR./HOLLAND, BRIAN/DOZIER, LAMONT HERBERT <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from Soft Cell - Cruelty Without Beauty (2005)
I'm having a mid-life crisis
Behaving in strange ways Wandering around the supermarket In a daze I try to fill my head With positive thoughts Try to get a rush From the merchandise I bought Out of my head Out of my head Where do we go When the feelings are dead Whatever it takes To get me through Whatever it takes To stop me missing you Whatever it takes To get me through Whatever it takes To stop me missing you I tried meditation Crystal therapy Colonic irrigation Didn't agree with me Road rage and new age Just tricks of the mind The onset of middle age Is all that I find Out of my head Out of my head Where do we go When the feelings are dead Whatever it takes To get me through Whatever it takes To stop me missing you Whatever it takes To get me through Whatever it takes To stop me missing you Whatever whatever whatever... Whatever whatever whatever Whatever it takes To get me through Whatever it takes To stop me missing you Whatever it takes To get me through Whatever it takes To stop me missing you Whatever it takes To stop me missing you Whatever it takes When only you will do I'm having a mid life crisis Help me I'm having a mid life crisis Help me Pour me a drink Chop me a line Roll me a joint Sir, you're credit card's declined |
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from Soft Cell - The Singles (1987)
I'm lost again and I'm on the run
Looking for love in a sad song. With your avenger eyes and your catlike ways I can hold you. You are a fool for me to be cruel. I'm leaning on this bar listening to you sing And your sad song rings in my ears and I start to cry. He's searching she's showing See him heZd in a deep deep spell he knows she's glowing. I can find within my mind a way to go I can look deep into your light and shout Hold me hold me hold me hold me hold me. I hear the saxophone and it tears my soul And we're feeling old feeling so cold She is the torch and she is the theme She could be a dream but - oh boy - is she real. Try to avoid her eyes to avoid her words They will hit you with all that you feel. He's searching she's showing . . . |
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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
I'm lost again and I'm on the run Looking for love in a sad song. With your avenger eyes and your catlike ways I can hold you. You are a fool for me to be cruel. I'm leaning on this bar listening to you sing And your sad song rings in my ears and I start to cry. He's searching she's showing See him heZd in a deep deep spell he knows she's glowing. I can find within my mind a way to go I can look deep into your light and shout Hold me hold me hold me hold me hold me. I hear the saxophone and it tears my soul And we're feeling old feeling so cold She is the torch and she is the theme She could be a dream but - oh boy - is she real. Try to avoid her eyes to avoid her words They will hit you with all that you feel. He's searching she's showing . . . |
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from Soft Cell - Non Stop Ecstatic Dancing (2006)
I'm lost again and I'm on the run Looking for love in a sad song. With your avenger eyes and your catlike ways I can hold you. You are a fool for me to be cruel. I'm leaning on this bar listening to you sing And your sad song rings in my ears and I start to cry. He's searching she's showing See him heZd in a deep deep spell he knows she's glowing. I can find within my mind a way to go I can look deep into your light and shout Hold me hold me hold me hold me hold me. I hear the saxophone and it tears my soul And we're feeling old feeling so cold She is the torch and she is the theme She could be a dream but - oh boy - is she real. Try to avoid her eyes to avoid her words They will hit you with all that you feel. He's searching she's showing . . . |
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from Soft Cell - Non Stop Ecstatic Dancing (2006)
I'm lost again and I'm on the run
Looking for love in a sad song. With your avenger eyes and your catlike ways I can hold you. You are a fool for me to be cruel. I'm leaning on this bar listening to you sing And your sad song rings in my ears and I start to cry. He's searching she's showing See him heZd in a deep deep spell he knows she's glowing. I can find within my mind a way to go I can look deep into your light and shout Hold me hold me hold me hold me hold me. I hear the saxophone and it tears my soul And we're feeling old feeling so cold She is the torch and she is the theme She could be a dream but - oh boy - is she real. Try to avoid her eyes to avoid her words They will hit you with all that you feel. He's searching she's showing . . . |
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from Soft Cell - Memorabilia: The Singles (1991)
I'm lost again and I'm on the run
Looking for love in a sad song. With your avenger eyes and your catlike ways I can hold you. You are a fool for me to be cruel. I'm leaning on this bar listening to you sing And your sad song rings in my ears and I start to cry. He's searching she's showing See him heZd in a deep deep spell he knows she's glowing. I can find within my mind a way to go I can look deep into your light and shout Hold me hold me hold me hold me hold me. I hear the saxophone and it tears my soul And we're feeling old feeling so cold She is the torch and she is the theme She could be a dream but - oh boy - is she real. Try to avoid her eyes to avoid her words They will hit you with all that you feel. He's searching she's showing . . . |
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from Marc Almond - Fantastic Star (1996)
Heaven help me
Lord above You don't trust me But how I love Your jealousy (jealousy) You're on the phone Or at my door You watch my home But I adore Your jealousy (jealousy) Oh your jealousy Oh I love your jealousy Each night I lie awake for hours And thoughts of you my heart devours With jealousy (jealousy) Do you think of only me Or could this suffering just be My jealousy (jealousy) Oh, oh my jealousy Oh, oh I love your jealousy We need jealousy We believe in jealousy I'm walking on a precipice A love too dangerous to miss Called jealousy (jealousy) Always dancing on my toes To a tune everyone knows Called jealousy (jealousy) Oh oh called jealousy I'm always living with a doubt That love I feel is flat without The jealousy (jealousy) Though possessive is the love we share Our love sleeps soundly in the care Of jealousy (jealousy) Oh oh of jealousy Oh we need the jealousy Oh we believe in jealousy Oh we need the jealousy |
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from Marc Almond - Jacques (2000)
Behind the dirt
Sprawled before us Behind narrow eyes And faces of fat Beyond those hands Opened or closed That strain in vain Nor raise thier fists Further than frontiers That barb our path Further than misery We must look We must look at What is beauty The grey sky or blue The women by the stream The faithful friend Tomorrow's sun The fly to the swallow The boat that returns The faithful friend Tomorrow's sun The fly to the swallow The boat that returns Beyond the concert Of sobbs and tears Of cries of anger Of men in fear Beyond the din of Streets and singers Of warning sirens Of swearing porters Stronger than children Who recount the wars And stronger than The great who've made us make them We must listen to The bird in the wood THe murmer of summer The rising of blood THe mother soft songs The childrens prayer And the noise of the earth Gently falling to sleep THe mother soft songs The childrens prayer And the noise of the earth Gently falling to sleep We must listen We must look |
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from Soft Cell - The Singles (1987)
I'm lost again
And I'm on the run Looking for love In a sad song With your avenger eyes And your cat like ways I can hold you You're a fool for me to be cruel I'm leaning on this bar Listening to you sing And your sad song Rings in my ears And I start to cry Chorus 1 He's searching She's showing See him held in a deep deep spell He knows she's glowing I can find within my mind A way to go I can look deep into your life and shout Hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me... I hear the saxophone And it tears my soul And they're feeling old Feeling so cold She is the torch And she is the theme She could be a dream But oh boy, is she real? Try to avoid her eyes To avoid her words They will hit you With all that you feel Chorus 1 Chorus 2 See her eyes they are bright tonight See the stars coming out tonight See the moon looking down tonight See how they light your way tonight See my eyes they are bright tonight See my hands reaching out tonight Hear my words they are dynamite See how they light your way tonight 12 |
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from Soft Cell - Memorabilia: The Singles (1991)
I'm lost again
And I'm on the run Looking for love In a sad song With your avenger eyes And your cat like ways I can hold you You're a fool for me to be cruel I'm leaning on this bar Listening to you sing And your sad song Rings in my ears And I start to cry Chorus 1 He's searching She's showing See him held in a deep deep spell He knows she's glowing I can find within my mind A way to go I can look deep into your life and shout Hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me... I hear the saxophone And it tears my soul And they're feeling old Feeling so cold She is the torch And she is the theme She could be a dream But oh boy, is she real? Try to avoid her eyes To avoid her words They will hit you With all that you feel Chorus 1 Chorus 2 See her eyes they are bright tonight See the stars coming out tonight See the moon looking down tonight See how they light your way tonight See my eyes they are bright tonight See my hands reaching out tonight Hear my words they are dynamite See how they light your way tonight 12 |
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from Soft Cell - Master Series (1999)
I'm lost again
And I'm on the run Looking for love In a sad song With your avenger eyes And your cat like ways I can hold you You're a fool for me to be cruel I'm leaning on this bar Listening to you sing And your sad song Rings in my ears And I start to cry Chorus 1 He's searching She's showing See him held in a deep deep spell He knows she's glowing I can find within my mind A way to go I can look deep into your life and shout Hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me... I hear the saxophone And it tears my soul And they're feeling old Feeling so cold She is the torch And she is the theme She could be a dream But oh boy, is she real? Try to avoid her eyes To avoid her words They will hit you With all that you feel Chorus 1 Chorus 2 See her eyes they are bright tonight See the stars coming out tonight See the moon looking down tonight See how they light your way tonight See my eyes they are bright tonight See my hands reaching out tonight Hear my words they are dynamite See how they light your way tonight 12 |
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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
I'm lost again And I'm on the run Looking for love In a sad song With your avenger eyes And your cat like ways I can hold you You're a fool for me to be cruel I'm leaning on this bar Listening to you sing And your sad song Rings in my ears And I start to cry 1 He's searching She's showing See him held in a deep deep spell He knows she's glowing I can find within my mind A way to go I can look deep into your life and shout Hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me... I hear the saxophone And it tears my soul And they're feeling old Feeling so cold She is the torch And she is the theme She could be a dream But oh boy, is she real? Try to avoid her eyes To avoid her words They will hit you With all that you feel 1 2 See her eyes they are bright tonight See the stars coming out tonight See the moon looking down tonight See how they light your way tonight See my eyes they are bright tonight See my hands reaching out tonight Hear my words they are dynamite See how they light your way tonight 12 |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
I'm lost again
And I'm on the run Looking for love In a sad song With your avenger eyes And your cat like ways I can hold you You're a fool for me to be cruel I'm leaning on this bar Listening to you sing And your sad song Rings in my ears And I start to cry Chorus 1 He's searching She's showing See him held in a deep deep spell He knows she's glowing I can find within my mind A way to go I can look deep into your life and shout Hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me... I hear the saxophone And it tears my soul And they're feeling old Feeling so cold She is the torch And she is the theme She could be a dream But oh boy, is she real? Try to avoid her eyes To avoid her words They will hit you With all that you feel Chorus 1 Chorus 2 See her eyes they are bright tonight See the stars coming out tonight See the moon looking down tonight See how they light your way tonight See my eyes they are bright tonight See my hands reaching out tonight Hear my words they are dynamite See how they light your way tonight 12 |
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from Soft Cell - Non Stop Ecstatic Dancing (2006)
I'm lost again
And I'm on the run Looking for love In a sad song With your avenger eyes And your cat like ways I can hold you You're a fool for me to be cruel I'm leaning on this bar Listening to you sing And your sad song Rings in my ears And I start to cry Chorus 1 He's searching She's showing See him held in a deep deep spell He knows she's glowing I can find within my mind A way to go I can look deep into your life and shout Hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me... I hear the saxophone And it tears my soul And they're feeling old Feeling so cold She is the torch And she is the theme She could be a dream But oh boy, is she real? Try to avoid her eyes To avoid her words They will hit you With all that you feel Chorus 1 Chorus 2 See her eyes they are bright tonight See the stars coming out tonight See the moon looking down tonight See how they light your way tonight See my eyes they are bright tonight See my hands reaching out tonight Hear my words they are dynamite See how they light your way tonight 12 |
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from Soft Cell - Cruelty Without Beauty (2005)
Another day melts into the evening
I sit alone and watch the stars Remembering times I think of the past Here in my isolation In the solitary situation Reality hurts Where memories last When you whisper my name in the silence You stop my heart with a touch of violence We'll always be Together alone You're a breath in my ear You're a word in my mind I'm here on my own Just two of a kind Together alone Together alone You share in my deepest secrets You're here in my darkest moment Together alone Together alone You know what I'm always thinking You lift my mood when I'm sinking Together alone Together alone When you're here in my arms I'm dreaming of you Life will end when I stop Believing in you Together alone Together alone You're like a shadow At the edge of my eye Like a chill in the air Like a light in the sky Like the endless peace after we die You're a breath in my ear You're a word in my mind I'm here on my own Just two of a kind Together alone Together alone I don't need anybody I don't want anybody I'm on my own Together alone Nobody can understand us Nobody to make demands on us Together alone Together alone And as the bombs are falling I hear a voice that's calling Together alone Together alone You're a breath in my ear You're a word in my mind I'm here on my own Just two of a kind Together alone Together alone Are you listening to me now? Are you listening to me now? Together alone Together alone You're deep in my heart now You're deep in my soul now Together alone Forever alone You're a breath in my ear You're a word in my mind I'm here on my own Just two of a kind Together alone Together alone Together alone Forever alone Are you listening to me now? Are you listening to me now? Together alone Forever alone Together alone Together alone Are you listening to me now? Are you listening to me now? |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
Another day melts into the evening
I sit alone and watch the stars Remembering times I think of the past Here in my isolation In the solitary situation Reality hurts Where memories last When you whisper my name in the silence You stop my heart with a touch of violence We'll always be Together alone You're a breath in my ear You're a word in my mind I'm here on my own Just two of a kind Together alone Together alone You share in my deepest secrets You're here in my darkest moment Together alone Together alone You know what I'm always thinking You lift my mood when I'm sinking Together alone Together alone When you're here in my arms I'm dreaming of you Life will end when I stop Believing in you Together alone Together alone You're like a shadow At the edge of my eye Like a chill in the air Like a light in the sky Like the endless peace after we die You're a breath in my ear You're a word in my mind I'm here on my own Just two of a kind Together alone Together alone I don't need anybody I don't want anybody I'm on my own Together alone Nobody can understand us Nobody to make demands on us Together alone Together alone And as the bombs are falling I hear a voice that's calling Together alone Together alone You're a breath in my ear You're a word in my mind I'm here on my own Just two of a kind Together alone Together alone Are you listening to me now? Are you listening to me now? Together alone Together alone You're deep in my heart now You're deep in my soul now Together alone Forever alone You're a breath in my ear You're a word in my mind I'm here on my own Just two of a kind Together alone Together alone Together alone Forever alone Are you listening to me now? Are you listening to me now? Together alone Forever alone Together alone Together alone Are you listening to me now? Are you listening to me now? |
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from Marc Almond - Jacques (2000)
The town fell asleep
I forgot what it's called At the spring Where it wept a corner of sky drowned The town fell asleep I forgot what it's called And night fell gradually And time stood still And my horse so muddy And my body exhausted And night shown bluely In the waters of fate And some cries of hate Poured out by the old And the oldest of old Those women without sleep The town fell asleep I forgot what it's called At the spring Where it wept a corner of sky drowned The town fell asleep I forgot what it's called And horse bent drinking And me stood watching And my thirst taking care That she never sees my stare And the fountain sings And exhaustion sinks It's knife in my back And I play the role Of the all powerful I'm awaited somewhere Like one awaits the king No, no one waits for me And I know it's hard But we die by chance While leading a merry dance The town fell asleep I forgot what it's called At the spring Where it wept a corner of sky drowned The town fell asleep I forgot what it's called Sometimes a dusk It's true that birds resemble waves And waves are birds And men are laughs And laughs are psalms More often it's true That the sea no longer sings I want to tell you That it sings of the songs That those mothers sing in books of our childhood but women are still only ever women and the fools among them only ever fools And I'm not so sure that the song states That she is the future of man The town fell asleep I forgot what it's called At the spring Where it wept a corner of sky drowned The town fell asleep I forgot what it's called And you have died My unknown mate On the brink of the naked Beneath the sheets As they danced |
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from Soft Cell - Cruelty Without Beauty (2005)
Beware
Of his promise Believe What I say Before I go forever Be sure Of what you say So he paints a pretty picture And he tells you that he needs you And he covers you with flowers And he always keeps you dreaming If he always keeps you dreaming You won't have a lonely hour If a day could last forever You might like your ivory tower But the night begins to turn your head around And you know you're gonna lose more than you found Yeah the night begins to turn your head around Beware Of his promise Believe What I say Before I go forever Be sure Of what you say For the words may come too easy If you don't believe I'm leaving And goodbye will come too quickly If you really think he loves you If you really think he loves you You would give your love so sweetly If that day could last forever You would fall in love completely But the night begins to turn your head around And you know you're gonna lose more than you found Yeah the night begins to turn your head around But the night begins to turn your head around And you know you're gonna lose more than you found Yeah the night begins to turn your head around And you know you're gonna lose more than you found Oh the night begins to turn your head around Yeah, the night, the night, the night, the night, the night, the night Yeah, the night, the night, the night, the night, the night, the night Oh the night begins to turn your head around |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
Beware
Of his promise Believe What I say Before I go forever Be sure Of what you say So he paints a pretty picture And he tells you that he needs you And he covers you with flowers And he always keeps you dreaming If he always keeps you dreaming You won't have a lonely hour If a day could last forever You might like your ivory tower But the night begins to turn your head around And you know you're gonna lose more than you found Yeah the night begins to turn your head around Beware Of his promise Believe What I say Before I go forever Be sure Of what you say For the words may come too easy If you don't believe I'm leaving And goodbye will come too quickly If you really think he loves you If you really think he loves you You would give your love so sweetly If that day could last forever You would fall in love completely But the night begins to turn your head around And you know you're gonna lose more than you found Yeah the night begins to turn your head around But the night begins to turn your head around And you know you're gonna lose more than you found Yeah the night begins to turn your head around And you know you're gonna lose more than you found Oh the night begins to turn your head around Yeah, the night, the night, the night, the night, the night, the night Yeah, the night, the night, the night, the night, the night, the night Oh the night begins to turn your head around |
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from Marc Almond - Jacques (2000)
The bargemen see
Me growing old I see the bargemen Aging too We play the game Of Tom Fools Where the one Who still is oldest In my work Even in summer He must travel WIth eyes clossed It's not nothing Being a lockman The barge men know My bloated face They joke with me That's there mistake Half sorcerer Half drunkard I cast a spell On all that sings In my work In autumn We gather fruit And the drowned It's not nothing Being a lockman In his basket A baby squirms To watch the fly On his nose Mama moans And time frets Cabbage sweats And fires groan In my work In winter We think of the father Who drowned himself It's not nothing Being a lockman Towards the spring The barge women Feign and gloat From their boat I'd like their games But for that war That he leaves me Somewhat damaged In my work In the spring One takes the time To drown self |
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from Marc Almond - Fantastic Star (1996)
Hail Hail the Idol
Hail Hail the Idol Idol be bad Idol be wild Martyr your heart Father a love child We need all your kinks And your dark attitude We live on your sins And your volatile moods We love you, we love you We love you, we love you You're a pop up poster of a teenage dream We love you, we love you We love you, we love you A fur inferno on a twisted scene Go for the gold Never grow old In the bed or the car It's the end of the star Burn yourself out Do yourself in Don't try to mend All gods fall in the end Hail Hail the Idol Hail Hail the Idol We loved you in black We adored you in pink Up in the dock Or drowned in the drink Wrapped up in foil Anointed in oil We love you, we love you We love you, we love you Rip out your soul as you're playing the role We love you, we love you We love you, we love you Nail up your hands to fulfil our demands Go for the gold Never grow old In the bed or the car It's the end of the star Burn yourself out Do yourself in Don't try to mend All gods fall in the end Sweet crucifixion We hate you, we hate you We hate you, we hate you Watch them turn cold as you start to grow old We hate you, we hate you We hate you, we hate you Vinyl to burn as the crowd starts to turn Go for the gold Never grow old In the bed or the car It's the end of the star Burn yourself out Do yourself in Don't try to mend All gods fall in the end Be what you are In the bed or the car In the bath or the bar It's the end of the star Burn yourself out Do yourself in Don't try to mend All gods fall in the end Fail Fail the Idol Fail Fail the Idol Fail Fail the Idol Fail Fail the Idol All gods fall in the end Valentino the sheik was the God of them all But his macho was dented and he took a fall Garland sang tragedy touching our hearts But her life was a tragedy more than her art Fabian and Avalon gold lamed and cute Kissed fickle fame and went straight down the chute Elvis the cat loved us tender with youth But what we were seeing was never the truth Just wanted to sing but fame made its demands And died while still young trying to please all his fans James was a rebel that stood for an age A drink and a drive and then death took the stage Poor Billie Holliday paid all her dues When her close friend the needle gave her the blues Janis at night cruised for boys on the strip But death by the bottle is what made her hip Marylin's beauty showed age every day But her sinister end helped her keep age away We love you, we love you We love you, we love you We love you, we love you We love you, we love you Brian Jones had an aura that Mick soon would crave But pills and a pool set the scene for the grave Jim lived his life to put edge to his songs But he died in the bath to reach where he belongs Jimi played notes that were all heaven-sent But the drink and the drugs made sure that's where he went Osmond and Cassidy records all gold But they made the mistake of growing too old Bolan got fat was not pleasant to see But we loved him again when he met with a tree Kurt was unhappy with fame and success A gun in the mouth and one hell of a mess And who will be next on the big cross of fame? A white sequinned glove and a big famous name? We hate you, we hate you We hate you, we hate you We hate you, we hate you We hate you, we hate you |
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from Marc Almond - Fantastic Star (1996)
Sometimes when I'm on my own
My bed too cold for one alone I try to lose myself in dreams But you're not here so I can't sleep I suffer when the night is long My heart cries out for yours is gone You take me to the edge of heartbreak Then I turn and there you are Sometimes near and yet so far You touch my hair, you pull me close We're cheek to cheek and nose to nose Your velvet eyes so dark and deep You're like an angel when you sleep You take me to the edge of heartbreak Maybe tears are in my eyes But I'm not feeling sad Emotions that you make me feel A love so beautiful and real You've had the hurt, you've had the pain I pray you don't feel those again It's somewhere deep within your mind Another place, another time And now I have an ache for you How long it takes, I'll wait for you You take me to the edge of heartbreak And in those early hours I'm missing you My lips are dead when I'm not kissing you And in the morning light I'm wanting you And by the sunrise I'll belong to you I hope I will Soon your eyes will open then This aching heart will beat again You are the warmth you are the light With you I'll never fear the night Love is fragile I find Sleep on sweetly, love of mine You take me to the edge of heartbreak |
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from Marc Almond - Jacques (2000)
One day the devil came above ground
One day the devil came above ground To study his interests He saw everything The devil, he heard everything And having seen all Having heard all He returned to his home below And down below They organised a grand feast At the end of this feast The devil rose to deliver his speach This is the jist of what he said Okay! Okay The world up there is like a sea Of raging fires that spit and roar Okay And man has fought like crazy With dangerous games of war Okay Trains are derailed A crash His boys filled with ideals Place bombs on the tracks Well that creates original death That death creates without confession Confessions without remission Okay Nothing is sold But all is bought Honour and sainthood Okay And states change secretly Into anonymous societies Okay hey hey And the mighty extort their dollars From countries that are poor And europe also rips the scars With it's post colonial gorge That creates death from starvation And starvation of nations Okay And man has seen so much of it That his eyes have become grey Okay, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey And no songs seem to exist Except when sung on stage Okay They dispense with hired thugs And jack-ass poets get the elbow But in the papers everywhere Every shit has his photo That creates evil in honest folk And laughter in dishonest ones Okay! okay! okay! okay! Okay! okay! okay! okay! Okay! Okay! hahaha! Okay! hahaha! Okay |
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from Marc Almond - Jacques (2000)
On Sundays the bulls get so bored
When they're asked to show off for us There is the sun, the sand, and the arena There are the bulls ready to bleed for us It's time when grocery clerks Become Don Juan And all the ugly girls Turn into swans Who can say what he's found That bull who turns and paws the ground And suddenly he sees himself all nude Who can say what he dreams That bull who hears the silent screams From the open mouths of multitudes On Sundays the bulls get so bored When they're asked to suffer for us There are the picadors and the mobs revenge There are the toreros and the mob's revenge, there are the toreros - and the mob kneels for us It's time when grocery clerks become Garcia-Lorca And the girls put the roses in their teeth Like Carmen On Sundays the bulls get so bored When they're asked to drop dead for us The sword will plunge down And the mob will drool The blood will poor down And turn the sand to mud It's time when grocery clerks Become Nero And the girls scream And shout the name of their hero And when finally they fell Did the bulls dream of a hell Where men and worn out matadors Still burn And perhaps with their last breath Would they pardon us their death Knowing what we did at Carthage, Waterloo, Verdon, Stalingrad, Iwoa Jima , Hiroshima, Saigon |
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from Marc Almond - The Singles '84-'87 (2003)
He woke to the sound of the birds in the morning
Felt charged with a new lease of life Time to break out of his present surroundings A mother, a child and a wife He'd not said good-bye to his last thread of childhood It lay just beyond his front gate So he packed just a few things And he packed in his job And he prayed he'd not left it too late He turned and he said "Well we always have time, Time on our side And there's time for this boy to turn back" Joy held his heart As he took to the road Cast all his sorrow To the breeze Knew in his heart It was the right thing to do For he had to search out His belief Spring came and fall went The year ran away Love, hate and heartache ran too Felt himself drift Into memories of home And the loneliness he lived on through He turned and he said "Well we always have time, Time on our side And there's time for this boy to turn back" And he'd learnt about life But he'd lost out on love He was no longer only a boy There were lines on his face From the sun and the wind But no lines there through Laughter or joy Shoes full of holes But with fire in his soul He walked down the dirt beaten track Mother was gone But his wife and child were living on And they cried "It's the boy who came back" Goodbye through the evening Goodbye through the night Goodbye through the dreams Through the sleep Goodbye to our yesterdays Hello tomorrow It seems we were destined to meet He turned and he said "Well we always have time, Time on our side And there's time for this boy to turn back" |
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from Soft Cell - Master Series (1999)
Falling through at the seams
Living life in a dream Even smiles make a lie And I smile all the time I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever Trying all of the vices Is what's doing the damage All the good things are bad things And I'm paying the prices I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever I'm covered in bruises From mixing with losers It's the black and the blue That's seeing me through My cigarette diet Means my throat hurts like Hell My friends say I'm dying But I do it so well Thank you I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever Together forever Together forever It's the holding together Together forever Together forever It's the holding together Together forever Together forever |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
Falling through at the seams
Living life in a dream Even smiles make a lie And I smile all the time I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever Trying all of the vices Is what's doing the damage All the good things are bad things And I'm paying the prices I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever I'm covered in bruises From mixing with losers It's the black and the blue That's seeing me through My cigarette diet Means my throat hurts like Hell My friends say I'm dying But I do it so well Thank you I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever Together forever Together forever It's the holding together Together forever Together forever It's the holding together Together forever Together forever |
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from Soft Cell - The Art Of Falling Apart (2006)
Falling through at the seams
Living life in a dream Even smiles make a lie And I smile all the time I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever Trying all of the vices Is what's doing the damage All the good things are bad things And I'm paying the prices I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever I'm covered in bruises From mixing with losers It's the black and the blue That's seeing me through My cigarette diet Means my throat hurts like Hell My friends say I'm dying But I do it so well Thank you I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever Together forever Together forever It's the holding together Together forever Together forever It's the holding together Together forever Together forever |
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from Marc Almond - The Singles '84-'87 (2003)
She was always alone
Kept herself under lock and key Just her sorrows for all to see She would break up and cry for me Throw her away Blow the ash from the ashtray Leave her alone to play Leave her alone to pray And now you wonder why I put out the flame to die I'll hold on to my mystery Secrets that make up me In what's real and fantasy Tenderness is a weakness It tears down your fortresses Makes you easy access Tenderness is a weakness It makes you so vulnerable He was always alone Told me he liked it best that way Just a victim of circumstance Just a loser who'd lost his chance Truth, love and lies They were all and the same to him But he'd never given in To the ultimate sin And now you wonder why I put out the flame in my eyes I'll hold on to my mystery Secrets that make up me In what's real and fantasy Tenderness is a weakness It tears down your fortresses Makes you easy access (and I guess that) Tenderness is a weakness It makes you so vulnerable To that sick dangerous feeling We all know as love I cried for you I even lied for you I died a thousand times for you I committed endless crimes for you I sold my soul to some Devil To do with what he will Now I'll lock up my heart And throw away the key Love have no part in my destiny Love have no part in my destiny |
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from Soft Cell - Non Stop Ecstatic Dancing (2006)
(Gloria Jones)
Sometimes I feel I've got to Run away, I've got to Get away from the pain you drive into the heart of me The love we share Seems to go nowhere And I've lost my light For I toss and turn, I can't sleep at night Once I ran to you (I ran) Now I'll run from you This tainted love you've given I give you all a boy could give you Take my tears, and that's not nearly all Tainted love (Oh) Tainted love Now I know I've got to Run away, I've got to Get away, you don't really want any more from me To make things right You need someone to hold you tight And you think love is to pray But I'm sorry, I don't pray that way Once I ran to you (I ran) Now I'll run from you This tainted love you've given I give you all a boy could give you Take my tears, and that's not nearly all Tainted love (Oh) Tainted love Don't touch me, please I cannot stand the way you tease I love you though you hurt me so Now I'm gonna pack my things and go Tainted love (Oh) Tainted love (Oh) Tainted love (Oh) Tainted love (Oh) Touch me, baby, tainted love Touch me, baby, tainted love Tainted love (Oh) Tainted love (Oh) Tainted love Tainted love -------------------------------------- (Brian Holland/Lamont Dozier/Edward Holland, Jr.) Baby, baby Where did our love go? Oh, don't you leave me Don't you leave me no more I've got this burning, yearning yearning feeling inside me Oh, deep inside me And it hurts so bad You came into my life So tenderly With a burning love That stings like a bee And now that I've surrendered So helplessly You know I believe You want to leave me Oh, baby baby Where did our love go Oh, don't you leave me Oh, baby baby Where did our love go? Oh don't you leave me Don't you leave me no more You came into my life So tenderly With a burning love That stings like a bee And now that I've surrendered So helplessly You know I believe You want to leave me Baby, baby Where did our love go? Oh, baby baby Don't you leave me no more I've got this burning, burning yearning feeling inside me Deep inside me And it hurts so bad Baby, baby Where did our love go? Don't you leave me Don't you leave me no more And now that I've surrendered so helplessly You know, I believe you want to leave me Baby, baby Where did our love go? |
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from Soft Cell - Memorabilia: The Singles (1991)
Sometimes I feel I've got to run away
I've got to get away From the pain you drive into the heart of me The love we share seems to go nowhere And I've lost my light For I toss and turn, I can't sleep at night Once I ran to you (I ran) Now I run from you This tainted love you've given I gave you all a boy could give you Take my tears and that's not nearly all Oh, tainted love.... Now I know I've got to run away I've got to get away You don't really want any more from me To make things right, you need someone to hold you tight And you think love is to pray But I'm sorry I don't pray that way Once I ran to you (I ran) Now I run from you This tainted love you've given I gave you all a boy could give you Take my tears and that's not nearly all Oh, tainted love, tainted love Don't touch me please I cannot stand the way you tease I love you though you hurt me so Now I'm gonna pack my things and go (things and go....) Tainted love (tainted love...) Run away (run away....) I need someone (I need someone....) Tainted love, tainted love Tainted love, tainted love Touch me baby, tainted love Touch me baby, tainted love Tainted love, tainted love Tainted love, tainted love |
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from Soft Cell - The Singles (1987)
somtimes I feel I`ve got to
Run away I`ve got to get away from the pain that you drive into the heart of me the love we share seems to go nowhere and I`ve lost my light for I toss and turn I can`t sleep at night once I ran to you(I ran) now I`ll run from you this tainted love you`ve given I give you all a boy could give you take my tears and that`s not nearly all oh tainted love tainted love now I know I`ve got to run away i`ve got to get away You don`t really want it any more from me to make things right youneed someone to hold you tight and you`ll think love is to pray But I`m sorry i don`t pray that way once I ran to you (I ran) now I`ll run from you this tainted love you`ve given I give you all a boy could give you take my tears and that`s not nearly all tainted love don`t touch me please I cannot stand the way you tease I love you though you hurt me so now I`m going to pack my things and go tainted love touch me baby, tainted love tainted love instrumental till end |
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from Coneheads (콘헤드) by David Newman [ost] (1993)
Sometimes I feel I've got to. . . run away,
I've got to. . . get away From the pain you drive into the heart of me. The love we share seems to go nowhere, And I've lost my life, For I toss and turn; I can't sleep at night. Once I ran to you, now I run from you. This tainted love you've given, I gave you all a boy could give you. Take my tears and that's not really all. . . Tainted love, ohh, tainted love Now I know I've got to. . . run away, I've got to. . . get away. You don't really want any more from me. To make things right you need someone to hold you tight, And you think love is to pray, But I'm sorry I don't pray that way. Don't touch me please, I cannot stand the way you tease. I love you though you hurt me so. Now I'm gonna pack my things and go. Ohh, tainted love Touch me baby, tainted love |
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from Soft Cell - Master Series (1999)
somtimes I feel I`ve got to
Run away I`ve got to get away from the pain that you drive into the heart of me the love we share seems to go nowhere and I`ve lost my light for I toss and turn I can`t sleep at night once I ran to you(I ran) now I`ll run from you this tainted love you`ve given I give you all a boy could give you take my tears and that`s not nearly all oh tainted love tainted love now I know I`ve got to run away i`ve got to get away You don`t really want it any more from me to make things right youneed someone to hold you tight and you`ll think love is to pray But I`m sorry i don`t pray that way once I ran to you (I ran) now I`ll run from you this tainted love you`ve given I give you all a boy could give you take my tears and that`s not nearly all tainted love don`t touch me please I cannot stand the way you tease I love you though you hurt me so now I`m going to pack my things and go tainted love touch me baby, tainted love tainted love instrumental till end |
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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
Sometimes I feel I've got to. . . run away, I've got to. . . get away >From the pain you drive into the heart of me. The love we share seems to go nowhere, And I've lost my life, For I toss and turn; I can't sleep at night. Once I ran to you, now I run from you. This tainted love you've given, I gave you all a boy could give you. Take my tears and that's not really all. . . Tainted love, ohh, tainted love Now I know I've got to. . . run away, I've got to. . . get away. You don't really want any more from me. To make things right you need someone to hold you tight, And you think love is to pray, But I'm sorry I don't pray that way. Don't touch me please, I cannot stand the way you tease. I love you though you hurt me so. Now I'm gonna pack my things and go. Ohh, tainted love () Touch me baby, tainted love ( & fade out) |
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from 13 Going On 30 (완벽한 그녀에게 딱 한가지 없는 것) by Theodore Shapiro [ost] (2004)
somtimes I feel I`ve got to
Run away I`ve got to get away from the pain that you drive into the heart of me the love we share seems to go nowhere and I`ve lost my light for I toss and turn I can`t sleep at night once I ran to you(I ran) now I`ll run from you this tainted love you`ve given I give you all a boy could give you take my tears and that`s not nearly all oh tainted love tainted love now I know I`ve got to run away i`ve got to get away You don`t really want it any more from me to make things right youneed someone to hold you tight and you`ll think love is to pray But I`m sorry i don`t pray that way once I ran to you (I ran) now I`ll run from you this tainted love you`ve given I give you all a boy could give you take my tears and that`s not nearly all tainted love don`t touch me please I cannot stand the way you tease I love you though you hurt me so now I`m going to pack my things and go tainted love touch me baby, tainted love tainted love instrumental till end |
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from Mr. & Mrs. Smith (미스터 앤 미세스 스미스) by John Powell [ost] (2005)
somtimes I feel I`ve got to
Run away I`ve got to get away from the pain that you drive into the heart of me the love we share seems to go nowhere and I`ve lost my light for I toss and turn I can`t sleep at night once I ran to you(I ran) now I`ll run from you this tainted love you`ve given I give you all a boy could give you take my tears and that`s not nearly all oh tainted love tainted love now I know I`ve got to run away i`ve got to get away You don`t really want it any more from me to make things right youneed someone to hold you tight and you`ll think love is to pray But I`m sorry i don`t pray that way once I ran to you (I ran) now I`ll run from you this tainted love you`ve given I give you all a boy could give you take my tears and that`s not nearly all tainted love don`t touch me please I cannot stand the way you tease I love you though you hurt me so now I`m going to pack my things and go tainted love touch me baby, tainted love tainted love instrumental till end |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
somtimes I feel I`ve got to
Run away I`ve got to get away from the pain that you drive into the heart of me the love we share seems to go nowhere and I`ve lost my light for I toss and turn I can`t sleep at night once I ran to you(I ran) now I`ll run from you this tainted love you`ve given I give you all a boy could give you take my tears and that`s not nearly all oh tainted love tainted love now I know I`ve got to run away i`ve got to get away You don`t really want it any more from me to make things right youneed someone to hold you tight and you`ll think love is to pray But I`m sorry i don`t pray that way once I ran to you (I ran) now I`ll run from you this tainted love you`ve given I give you all a boy could give you take my tears and that`s not nearly all tainted love don`t touch me please I cannot stand the way you tease I love you though you hurt me so now I`m going to pack my things and go tainted love touch me baby, tainted love tainted love instrumental till end |
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from Marc Almond - The Singles '84-'87 (2003)
Try hard to make the world look bright today
Try hard to make my nightmares go away Try hard to keep the fear away The cold of day, try hard Try hard to play the games the world would like you to play But people, they don't really listen Their smiles are the keys to the prison I'll call on the angels, to hold my head softly They'll always remember . . . Stories of Johnny Try hard to make my anger go away Try hard to make my money last the day (no way) Try hard to keep away the pain Stop the rain, try hard Try hard to fly a thousand miles away But people, they don't really listen Their smiles are the keys to the prison I'll call on the angels, to hold my head softly They'll always remember . . . Stories of Johnny My smoky lover . . . will close my eyes forever Stories of Johnny |
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from Soft Cell - The Singles (1987)
The wind in my hair
And the black in my eyes I was holding back tears As I reeled with surprise There was no one to phone I just chewed at the time I was waving goodbye To control of my mind And the beat of my heart Marks the passing of time And I just wanna scream to the sky There are times when my mind is an explosion of feelings I'm trying to hold on to the soul inside I go looking for lies But I couldn't find the way out In your play-the-game eyes The where's or the why's Should I laugh Should I cry Should I live Should I die? It's a wild celebration of feelings inside And the beat of my heart Marks the passing of time And I just wanna scream to the sky And there are times when my mind is an explosion of feelings I'm trying to hold on to the soul inside (x3) (I've got to hold on to the soul inside) Inside... It's a wild celebration (It's a wild) It a wild celebration of feelings inside And it's tearing me... And it's tearing me up It's a wild... It's a wild celebration of feelings inside It's a wild... it's a wild... Celebration of feelings inside And I'm trying to hold on And I'm trying to hold on And I'm trying Hold on.... Feelings.... inside.... |
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from Soft Cell - Memorabilia: The Singles (1991)
The wind in my hair
And the black in my eyes I was holding back tears As I reeled with surprise There was no one to phone I just chewed at the time I was waving goodbye To control of my mind And the beat of my heart Marks the passing of time And I just wanna scream to the sky There are times when my mind is an explosion of feelings I'm trying to hold on to the soul inside I go looking for lies But I couldn't find the way out In your play-the-game eyes The where's or the why's Should I laugh Should I cry Should I live Should I die? It's a wild celebration of feelings inside And the beat of my heart Marks the passing of time And I just wanna scream to the sky And there are times when my mind is an explosion of feelings I'm trying to hold on to the soul inside (x3) (I've got to hold on to the soul inside) Inside... It's a wild celebration (It's a wild) It a wild celebration of feelings inside And it's tearing me... And it's tearing me up It's a wild... It's a wild celebration of feelings inside It's a wild... it's a wild... Celebration of feelings inside And I'm trying to hold on And I'm trying to hold on And I'm trying Hold on.... Feelings.... inside.... |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
The wind in my hair
And the black in my eyes I was holding back tears As I reeled with surprise There was no one to phone I just chewed at the time I was waving goodbye To control of my mind And the beat of my heart Marks the passing of time And I just wanna scream to the sky There are times when my mind is an explosion of feelings I'm trying to hold on to the soul inside I go looking for lies But I couldn't find the way out In your play-the-game eyes The where's or the why's Should I laugh Should I cry Should I live Should I die? It's a wild celebration of feelings inside And the beat of my heart Marks the passing of time And I just wanna scream to the sky And there are times when my mind is an explosion of feelings I'm trying to hold on to the soul inside (x3) (I've got to hold on to the soul inside) Inside... It's a wild celebration (It's a wild) It a wild celebration of feelings inside And it's tearing me... And it's tearing me up It's a wild... It's a wild celebration of feelings inside It's a wild... it's a wild... Celebration of feelings inside And I'm trying to hold on And I'm trying to hold on And I'm trying Hold on.... Feelings.... inside.... |
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from Marc Almond - Fantastic Star (1996)
This is my destiny
For one brief moment And I'm not gonna let it die I'm like the sun I'm like the sun shining brightly This is my destiny For one brief moment And I'm not gonna let it die I'm like the sun I'm like the sun shining brightly For one brief moment This is my time My minute And I'm not going to let it die I've got to stay high I'm like the sun I'm like the sun shining brightly Believe in the dream 'Cause this is my destiny I'm not going back I've come a long, long way And I'm not going back |
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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
Isn't it nice Sugar and spice Luring disco dollies To a life of vice I could make a film And make you my star You'd be a natural The way you are I would like you on A long black leash I would parade you Down the high street You've got the attraction You've got the pulling power Walk my little doggy Walk my little sex dwarf We could make a scene We'd be a team Making the headlines Sounds like a dream When we hit the floor You just watch them move aside We will take them For a ride of rides They all love your Miniature ways You know what they say About small boys I'm in my Rolls Royce Look it's so huge It's big and it's gold With my dumb chauffeur Looking to procure Run little doggy Lure a disco dolly Run my little sex dwarf I feel so lonely Get my little camera Take a pretty picture Sex dwarf In a gold Rolls Making it with the dumb chauffeur Isn't it nice Sugar and spice Luring disco dollies To a life of vice Sex dwarf Isn't it nice Luring disco dollies to a life of vice We could make an outfit For my little sex dwarf To match the gold Rolls And my dumb chauffeur We'll all look so good We'll knock 'em cold Knocking 'em cold In black and gold We can have playtime In my little playroom Disco dollies My sex dwarf And my dumb chauffeur I would like you on a long black lead You can bring me all the things I need Sex dwarf Isn't it nice Luring disco dollies to a life of vice Isn't it nice Sugar and spice Luring disco dollies to a life of vice |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
Isn't it nice
Sugar and spice Luring disco dollies To a life of vice I could make a film And make you my star You'd be a natural The way you are I would like you on A long black leash I would parade you Down the high street You've got the attraction You've got the pulling power Walk my little doggy Walk my little sex dwarf We could make a scene We'd be a team Making the headlines Sounds like a dream When we hit the floor You just watch them move aside We will take them For a ride of rides They all love your Miniature ways You know what they say About small boys I'm in my Rolls Royce Look it's so huge It's big and it's gold With my dumb chauffeur Looking to procure Run little doggy Lure a disco dolly Run my little sex dwarf I feel so lonely Get my little camera Take a pretty picture Sex dwarf In a gold Rolls Making it with the dumb chauffeur Isn't it nice Sugar and spice Luring disco dollies To a life of vice Sex dwarf Isn't it nice Luring disco dollies to a life of vice We could make an outfit For my little sex dwarf To match the gold Rolls And my dumb chauffeur We'll all look so good We'll knock 'em cold Knocking 'em cold In black and gold We can have playtime In my little playroom Disco dollies My sex dwarf And my dumb chauffeur I would like you on a long black lead You can bring me all the things I need Sex dwarf Isn't it nice Luring disco dollies to a life of vice Isn't it nice Sugar and spice Luring disco dollies to a life of vice |
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from Soft Cell - Non Stop Ecstatic Dancing (2006)
Isn't it nice
Sugar and spice Luring disco dollies To a life of vice I could make a film And make you my star You'd be a natural The way you are I would like you on A long black leash I would parade you Down the high street You've got the attraction You've got the pulling power Walk my little doggy Walk my little sex dwarf We could make a scene We'd be a team Making the headlines Sounds like a dream When we hit the floor You just watch them move aside We will take them For a ride of rides They all love your Miniature ways You know what they say About small boys I'm in my Rolls Royce Look it's so huge It's big and it's gold With my dumb chauffeur Looking to procure Run little doggy Lure a disco dolly Run my little sex dwarf I feel so lonely Get my little camera Take a pretty picture Sex dwarf In a gold Rolls Making it with the dumb chauffeur Isn't it nice Sugar and spice Luring disco dollies To a life of vice Sex dwarf Isn't it nice Luring disco dollies to a life of vice We could make an outfit For my little sex dwarf To match the gold Rolls And my dumb chauffeur We'll all look so good We'll knock 'em cold Knocking 'em cold In black and gold We can have playtime In my little playroom Disco dollies My sex dwarf And my dumb chauffeur I would like you on a long black lead You can bring me all the things I need Sex dwarf Isn't it nice Luring disco dollies to a life of vice Isn't it nice Sugar and spice Luring disco dollies to a life of vice |
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from Soft Cell - Cruelty Without Beauty (2005)
Sensation nation
Sensation nation Sensation nation Sensation nation It's all so deliciously wicked This decadent life we're living If you see me as a victim Could you be a little more forgiving It's become a media circus This colourful life we're leading If I cry just a little more Would you be less disbelieving So take me higher For a quick fix of desire We're happy shiny people With nasty little thoughts Sensation nation (I'm one of the) Sensation nation So hello all you shiny people Have you got all that you ever wanted Or is there still something missing Is that why you're always reminiscing It's all so deliciously wicked This decadent life we're leading It's all before your high has faded Here's a mantra for the jaded So take me higher For a quick fix of desire We're happy shiny people With nasty little thoughts Sensation nation (I love it, got to have it) Sensation nation (give me more, give me more, more, more) Sensation nation I'm one of the, I'm one of the Sensation nation So take me higher For a quick fix of desire We're happy shiny people With nasty little thoughts Sensation nation (I love it, I love it) Sensation nation Sensation nation (Give me more, give me more, more, more) Sensation nation (I'm one of the) Sensation nation I love it Sensation nation Got to have it We're happy shiny people With nasty little thoughts |
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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
Sleazy city Seedy films Breathing so heavy Next to my neighbour Let's get acquainted Getting to know you Feeling sleazy In sleepy sin city Sleazy city Sleepy people Down your alleys Seems that anything goes Blue film flicker Hands of a stranger Getting to know you Getting to know you Hey that's fine Got no time Meet me on Friday Down in blue city Got no address Just a telephone number Phone me tonight And maybe we can talk dirty Hey isn't that you on the screen Isn't that you on the screen (No that's not me) |
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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
In your little black book You've got the names And the favourite persuasions Of the people in the headlines I'm in there under A And I'm rated under B You've got photographs to prove it And I swear to God it's not me You've got a hard heart Being hard is your art You think love is a dirty dirty word You pick up the phone And you ring me when I'm at home And then you put it down And I'm reaching for my valium My secret life Living life On a knife edge of life Tell my wife And she's just had a breakdown And I I'm not rich But you know I'm top in my pitch And you'll ruin the lot Finish everything I've got My secret life Secret life I'll give you anything Anything to shut you up Why do you hate me so much What have I ever done to you But leave you I don't want to play Cat and Mouse Have the neighbours looking over At my house All the secret smiles When I walk in the room And I think I'm going to Crack up soon I'm going to run away Find a place in the dark Where I don't have to hear The nasty nasty talk Change my sex Change my hair Be hard to find anywhere My secret life Living life On a knife edge of life Tell my wife And she's just had a breakdown And I I'm not rich But you know I'm top in my pitch And you'll ruin the lot Finish everything I've got My secret life Secret life My secret life (x5) |
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from Soft Cell - The Singles (1987)
Standing in the door of the Pink Flamingo
Crying in the rain It was a kind of so so love And I'm going to make sure it never Happens again You and I It had to be The standing joke of the year You were a sleep around A lost and found And not for me I fear I tried to make it work You in a cocktail skirt And me in a suit (Well it just wasn't me) You're used to wearing less And now you're life's a mess So insecure you see I put up with all the scenes And this is one scene That's going to be played my way Chorus: Take your hands off me I don't belong to you, you see Take a look at my face For the last time I never knew you You never knew me Say hello Goodbye Say hello wave goodbye Under the deep red light I can see the makeup sliding down Hey little girl you will always make up So take off that unbecoming frown What about me- well I'll find someone That's not going cheap in the sales A nice little housewife Who'll give me a steady life And won't keep going off the rails Chorus We've been involved For quite a while now And to keep you secret has been hell We're strangers meeting for the first time O.K.? Just smile and say hello Say hello then wave goodbye GOODBYE |
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from Soft Cell - Master Series (1999)
Standing in the door of the Pink Flamingo
Crying in the rain It was a kind of so so love And I'm going to make sure it never Happens again You and I It had to be The standing joke of the year You were a sleep around A lost and found And not for me I fear I tried to make it work You in a cocktail skirt And me in a suit (Well it just wasn't me) You're used to wearing less And now you're life's a mess So insecure you see I put up with all the scenes And this is one scene That's going to be played my way Chorus: Take your hands off me I don't belong to you, you see Take a look at my face For the last time I never knew you You never knew me Say hello Goodbye Say hello wave goodbye Under the deep red light I can see the makeup sliding down Hey little girl you will always make up So take off that unbecoming frown What about me- well I'll find someone That's not going cheap in the sales A nice little housewife Who'll give me a steady life And won't keep going off the rails Chorus We've been involved For quite a while now And to keep you secret has been hell We're strangers meeting for the first time O.K.? Just smile and say hello Say hello then wave goodbye GOODBYE |
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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
Standing in the door of the Pink Flamingo Crying in the rain It was a kind of so so love And I'm going to make sure it never Happens again You and I It had to be The standing joke of the year You were a sleep around A lost and found And not for me I fear I tried to make it work You in a cocktail skirt And me in a suit (Well it just wasn't me) You're used to wearing less And now you're life's a mess So insecure you see I put up with all the scenes And this is one scene That's going to be played my way Take your hands off me I don't belong to you, you see Take a look at my face For the last time I never knew you You never knew me Say hello Goodbye Say hello wave goodbye Under the deep red light I can see the makeup sliding down Hey little girl you will always make up So take off that unbecoming frown What about me- well I'll find someone That's not going cheap in the sales A nice little housewife Who'll give me a steady life And won't keep going off the rails We've been involved For quite a while now And to keep you secret has been hell We're strangers meeting for the first time O.K.? Just smile and say hello Say hello then wave goodbye GOODBYE |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
Standing in the door of the Pink Flamingo
Crying in the rain It was a kind of so so love And I'm going to make sure it never Happens again You and I It had to be The standing joke of the year You were a sleep around A lost and found And not for me I fear I tried to make it work You in a cocktail skirt And me in a suit (Well it just wasn't me) You're used to wearing less And now you're life's a mess So insecure you see I put up with all the scenes And this is one scene That's going to be played my way Chorus: Take your hands off me I don't belong to you, you see Take a look at my face For the last time I never knew you You never knew me Say hello Goodbye Say hello wave goodbye Under the deep red light I can see the makeup sliding down Hey little girl you will always make up So take off that unbecoming frown What about me- well I'll find someone That's not going cheap in the sales A nice little housewife Who'll give me a steady life And won't keep going off the rails Chorus We've been involved For quite a while now And to keep you secret has been hell We're strangers meeting for the first time O.K.? Just smile and say hello Say hello then wave goodbye GOODBYE |
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from Soft Cell - Memorabilia: The Singles (1991)
Standing in the door of the Pink Flamingo
Crying in the rain It was a kind of so so love And I'm going to make sure it never Happens again You and I It had to be The standing joke of the year You were a sleep around A lost and found And not for me I fear I tried to make it work You in a cocktail skirt And me in a suit (Well it just wasn't me) You're used to wearing less And now you're life's a mess So insecure you see I put up with all the scenes And this is one scene That's going to be played my way Chorus: Take your hands off me I don't belong to you, you see Take a look at my face For the last time I never knew you You never knew me Say hello Goodbye Say hello wave goodbye Under the deep red light I can see the makeup sliding down Hey little girl you will always make up So take off that unbecoming frown What about me- well I'll find someone That's not going cheap in the sales A nice little housewife Who'll give me a steady life And won't keep going off the rails Chorus We've been involved For quite a while now And to keep you secret has been hell We're strangers meeting for the first time O.K.? Just smile and say hello Say hello then wave goodbye GOODBYE |
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from Marc Almond - The Singles '84-'87 (2003)
Well it seems you have a heart
I saw it once so I know it's true You let it out on Sundays when You let it beat me black and blue When you went and stole my heart I saw it go so I know it's true It was a ruby, ruby, ruby red It was the most precious gift I could give to you It was as red as the sun in the evening sky It was as red as the fire in a panther's eye It was as red as the rose under the summer sun Like a fire from a killer's gun Ruby, ruby red Shine a light onto this boy's bed There's a street lamp glowing in my head Oh, Ruby, ruby, ruby red Well it seems you have a soul You let it go so I know it's true It was a ruby, ruby, ruby red It keeps me warm when I'm feeling sad and blue Well you went and stole my heart I saw it go so I know it's true I wrapped it up in a bouquet of barbed wire It was the wickedest gift I could give to you It was as red as the sun in the evening sky It was as red as the fire in a panther's eye It was as red as the rose under the summer sun Like a fire from a killer's gun Ruby, ruby red Shine a light onto this boy's bed There's a street lamp glowing in my head Oh, Ruby, ruby, ruby red Oh just like Johnny Rio baby I need to be desired I give up looking for my past For the ones I left behind Ruby red, ruby red, hey, hey, hey Ruby, ruby red Shine a light onto this boy's bed There's a street lamp glowing in my head Oh, Ruby, ruby, ruby red It was the most precious jewel I could give to you Colour me red when I'm feeling blue The colour of a kiss In a young girl's dream The mark of a guillotine A drop of blood from a single thorn Red wet sheets in the afternoon A red light leading to my tomb Ruby red all around my room Ruby, ruby red Oh shine a light onto this boy's bed Oh, ruby, ruby, ruby red |
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from Soft Cell - Master Series (1999)
My supermarket trolley
Glides around the shelves Of frozen foods My supermarket trolley Glides around the shelves Of pre-packed goods It rattles an accompaniment To the droning from the speakers When I knock a jar (checkout 5) I stand and stare oblivious as it shatters (will the manager please go to checkout 5) Someone passes by We near collide She's silent but she's frantic Can't figure out why she's bought so many useless items (checkout 5, will the manager please go to checkout 5) I can't figure out why I've bought so many useless items (there is a problem at checkout 5) I only wanted cigarettes (will you investigate please) I push my trolley further (will you investigate please) I glide around the frozen goods Lost in here forever Lost in here forever Lost in here forever Lost in here forever Ever (ever) My arms do things oblivious of my wishes and my orders (there is a problem at checkout 5 Will the manager investigate please) The frantic woman has turned white A hand upon her shoulder Buy (buy) buy (buy) Buy more now Buy (buy) buy (buy) Buy more now Buy (buy) buy (buy) Buy more now Buy (buy) buy (buy) Buy more now Buy (buy) buy (buy) Buy more now Buy (buy) buy (buy) Buy more now Buy (buy) buy (buy) Buy more now I only hear the neutron sounds By the cheap impersonators And I out run my limitations And I out run my limitations Buy, buy (checkout 5) Buy more now Buy, buy (there is a disturbance at checkout 5) Buy more now Buy (buy) buy (buy) Buy more now Buy (buy) buy (buy) Buy more now Buy (buy) buy (buy) Buy more now I only hear the neutron sounds By the cheap impersonators And I out run my limitations And I out run my limitations And I out run my limitations And I out run my limitations And I out run my limitations And I out run my limitations (I don't want any of them) And I out run my limitations (I can't afford all these things I can't afford all these things) And I out run my limitations (I can't afford all these things) And I out run my limitations And I out run my limitations And I out run my limitations (I don't want any of them) And I out run my limitations (I don't want all these things) And I out run my limitations And I out run my limitations (please, please, leave me alone) And I out run my limitations (leave me alone, leave me alone) And I out run my limitations Leave me alone Leave me alone Leave me alone Please I don't want them I don't want them I can't afford them Leave me alone Leave me alone Leave me alone Leave me alone Leave me alone (leave me alone Leave me alone) (can't afford them Leave me alone Leave me alone) |
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from Marc Almond - Fantastic Star (1996)
Out there in the jungle
Dancing to the beat Out there on a limb Pumping up the heat We can tango making pictures In the smoke and shine As in our heads the chemicals Turn crystalline We can turn on the power And make the zombies fight I'm dancing on the table And the city is mine tonight Out there table dancing In the city that eats the sky Out there table dancing In the city that eats the sky And it's love by mirrors tonight And it's love by illusion (all right) When you're out there, out there (x4) When you're out there Up there on the table there's a different view of life Up there on the table there's a different view of life And it's love by mirrors tonight And it's love by illusion (all right) When you're out there, out there (x4) When you're out there The city's alive the city's alive tonight The city's alive the city's alive There'll be no crying tonight 'Cause it's And it's love by mirrors tonight And it's love by illusion (all right) When you're out there, out there (x4) When you're out there Out there is a furious sky A savage scream in the city machine Out there there's a place for you and I Out there the fabulous die The subway stars are stealing cars Out there we can dream, we can dream When we're out there And it's love by mirrors tonight And it's love by illusion (all right) When you're out there, out there (x4) When you're out there Join the drama of the urban scene With leather jackets and gasoline You can use your attitude Let the city get you in the mood We can dream, we can dream Of adventure in the land of love We can dream of adventure in the land of love Strip and tease and bump and grind It's not real, it's in your mind Take the stage when the crowd is yours Bathe yourself in the cheap applause Let's go naked, let's all fly We could dream or we could die, tonight |
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from Marc Almond - Fantastic Star (1996)
On the prowl
Up to no good Got to find a lover by midnight On the prowl Wish that I could Satisfy my predator nature Star shine bright Won't you heal my sorrow tonight Let's chase the moonlight Burn the town to rubble And go looking for some trouble To fight Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Out on the night's horizon we go Up where the stars are hiding Until the sun's arising Look out we're all going on the prowl On the prowl Stalking the town Gonna add you to my private collection On the prowl Hear me growl Gonna trick you with my lies and deception Hold on tight As we go cruising down the strips and the alleys Chasing like vampires Tearing up the city As we look for something pretty to bite Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Out on the night's horizon we go Up where the stars are hiding Until the sun's arising Look out we're all going on the prowl Prowling the night Looking for love Searching for someone To fit like a glove Into the clubs Into the bars Dodging the lights Kicking the cars Prowling the night For something to do Stalking the town Looking for you Star shine bright Won't you heal my sorrow tonight Lets chase the moonlight Burn the town to rubble And go looking for some trouble To fight Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah We're going on the prowl And we go out on the night's horizon we go Up where the stars are hiding Until the sun's arising Look out we're all going on the |
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from Soft Cell - Cruelty Without Beauty (2005)
You in the clouds over there
Hanging on with a wing and a prayer Forget your regrets and forgiving Life is not for lasting but living Don't be one of those lonely people Waiting for a bus that never comes Even little dreams are aspirations Out run your limitations I don't want to leave you With a cloud over your head Take some time to reassess And think of what I've said On an up On an up I'm gonna leave you on an up On an up On an up I'm gonna leave you on an up I'm gonna try and leave you on an up Not to cry And leave you on an up I don't blame you If you believe there's no beauty in the world But if you take some time to look You'll find it there for sure Too much cynicism Ridicule and vile derision But if you're guilty then I am too For seeing life through shades of blue Don't want to leave your head Full of dirty streets and falling rain I want to leave you with a little sun Here it comes again On an up On an up I'm gonna leave you on an up On an up On an up I'm gonna leave you on an up I'm gonna try and leave you on an up Not to cry And leave you on an up You in the clouds over there Hanging on with a wing and a prayer We're all part of the same plan Trying to get through life the best we can On an up On an up I'm gonna leave you on an up On an up On an up I'm gonna leave you on an up I'm gonna try and leave you on an up And leave you on an up Not to cry On an up |
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from Soft Cell - The Singles (1987)
Rain keeps on falling
Sun refuse to shine Baby quit your stalling And say that you are mine Chorus: 'Cause I've got so many troubles Oh I feel like I could cry Going down in the subway Jump on those train tracks and die Down in the subway I hide these tears of mine Down in the subway I'm gonna cry cry cry 'til the end of the line Cold hearted baby You're too mean to smile Every day is stormy Oh you're one evil child Chorus Red blooded baby Your too tough for me I don't mean maybe Oh why don't you let me be Chorus Jump on those train tracks and die Jump on those train tracks and die Go down in the subway Jump on those train tracks and die Jump on those train tracks and die I'm all run over |
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from Soft Cell - The Art Of Falling Apart (2006)
Rain keeps on falling
Sun refuse to shine Baby quit your stalling And say that you are mine Chorus: 'Cause I've got so many troubles Oh I feel like I could cry Going down in the subway Jump on those train tracks and die Down in the subway I hide these tears of mine Down in the subway I'm gonna cry cry cry 'til the end of the line Cold hearted baby You're too mean to smile Every day is stormy Oh you're one evil child Chorus Red blooded baby Your too tough for me I don't mean maybe Oh why don't you let me be Chorus Jump on those train tracks and die Jump on those train tracks and die Go down in the subway Jump on those train tracks and die Jump on those train tracks and die I'm all run over |
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from Marc Almond - Jacques (2000)
Wholely naked
My my worn towel serving as loin cloth Face turned red Hands clutching at soap and froth (Next, next) I was barely 20 And we were over 100 Being the followers of the one who led (Next, next) I was still 20 When my innocense was revealed In a mobile brothel of an army In the field (Next, next) Maybe I would have liked A little touch of tenderness Maybe a word Or maybe a caress But no (Next, next) It was not Waterloo And it was not Arcole It was the moment When I regreted missing school (Next, next) But i swear on hearing that sergeant Who was not worth tuppens It was a dirty trick that ? made his armies of impotence (Next, next) I swear by the head Of my first bout of syphillis It's that voice That voice that sticks Like a fist (Next, next) That voice that stinks of garlic Foul drink and crud It's the voice of nations And the voice of blood (Next, next) And since then Each woman in the heat Of succuming in my skinny arms Seems to be murmering Next, next Next deary, next sonny All the followers of the world Would hold each others hand For in my delerium, well I scream and demand He's next....well I'm not delerious I act as a reasoner Say, it's more humiliating to be the followed Than the follower (Next, next, next, next) One day I'll cut my legs off Or even become a nun I'll hang anything So long as I'm not anyone Never to be next Never to be next Never to be next Next, next Please don't pick me next Never to be next I want never...never...never....never....never....never to be next |
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from Marc Almond - Jacques (2000)
My death is like a swinging door
A patient girl who knows the score Whistle for her And the passing time My death waits like a desperate truth At the funeral of my youth We pray for that And the passing time My death waits like a witch at night As surely as all love is bright Who loves for us Amd the passing time But whatever is behind the door You know, there's nothing left to do Angel or devil, Idon't care For in front of that door There is you My death waits beneath my pillow To catch my sleep in endless tableau So lets freeze The passing time My death waits to allow my friends A few good times before it ends Let's drink to that And the passing time My death waits in your arms Your thighs Your soothing fingers will Close my eyes But let's not talk about The passing time But whatever is behind the door And whoever waits for me Angel or devil I don't care For in front of that door You will be My death waits among the fallen leaves At my coffin where they greive And now lets nail the passing time My death waits among the rows Where the blackest shadow goes Let's cast blooms upon the passing time My death waits in a double bed Sands of oblivion at my head Pull up the sheets against The passing time But whatever is behind the door You know there's nothing much to do Angel or devil I dont care For in front of that door There is you |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
Always the dreamer
But never the dead You had a rocky road mapped out somewhere in your head Anyone in your way Was a spike in your side With one hand in the wallet You took them for the ride Your could look in their eyes You perfected a lie Never gave them the chance to question why If they hit on you Then you slammed them right back To hell with the cool It was up and attack You should have seen you when you were 18 You were the toughest little f... I've ever seen And with each downfall you turned 10 foot tall The biggest kick in the balls you've ever been And Dr Diablo's on his rounds again Looking for blame And you know that he'll diagnose pain again Yeah pain again Narrow the sorrow Sick of the slick Of the doors of discovery you had you pick If they hit on you Then you hit right back Never keeping their cool It was up and attack Your could look in their eyes You perfected a lie Never gave them the chance to question why If they hit on you Then you slammed them right back To hell with the cool It was up and attack Whoa you're feeling so torrid today Life has gone wild No one blocks out the way You even look good - so they say A new lease of life flowed through your body today (not that looks are all to go by - but anyway) Shooting the A, Shooting the A, Shooting the A The stuff is free And you can now go to town Building your life up and smashing it down Building your life up and smashing it down You couldn't escape from this fact of life That existing makes you a mess But every decision or feeling or reason Causes some sort of mental distress Your could look in their eyes You perfected a lie Never gave them the chance to question why If they hit on you Then you slammed them right back To hell with the cool It was up and attack Leave the cool for the fool Leave the cool for the fool Leave the cool for the fool Leave the cool for the fool Hey hey You couldn't escape from this fact of life That existing makes you a mess But every decision or feeling or reason Causes some sort of mental distress Your could look in their eyes You perfected a lie Never gave them the chance to question why If they hit on you Then you slammed them right back To hell with the cool It was up and attack Hey Building your life up (shooting the A, shooting the A) And smashing it down Building your life up (shooting the A, shooting the A) And smashing it down Building your life up (shooting the A, shooting the A) And smashing it down |
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from Marc Almond - The Singles '84-'87 (2003)
Well now I've been on my own for many a year
Seems like I'll never get loved Got me a hand on this brother of mine And I'm gonna get me the rub Turn me the lights down to a purple glow Put Bessie Smith on the wail Bring me the five young daughters And help my ship to set sail Mother Fist never gets angry Mother Fist she never gets bored I don't have to feed her I just have to need her She cries give me the word When I'm downtown in Barcelona When I'm pissed or when I'm pissed off Mother Fist just gives me her tender kiss And some of her sexy stuff And I lock my door from the inside Turn my mind to sweet sweet pain And I wail just like Yma Sumac Mother Fist she never complains Mother Fist never gets angry Mother Fist she never gets bored I don't have to feed her I just have to need her She cries give me the word Now I don't care if I'm in a prison In confinement solitary A soldier lost in the legion Or a sailor out on the sea A beggar, thief or a rich man A gunman mercenary A one legged crook An Armenian cook As long as my mother's with me Mother Fist never gets angry Mother Fist she never gets bored I don't have to feed her I just have to need her She cries give me the word |
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from Soft Cell - Cruelty Without Beauty (2005)
Why don't I just give up
And do myself a favour? My life is slowly turning grey And losing all its flavour Everything the same Again and again and again Everything the same Again and again and again Over and over and over Again and again and again Monoculture Over and over and over Again and again and again Monoculture No change The world has gone insane Everything that's old Is new again Monoculture Monoculture Monoculture Why don't I just give up And submit to the great God of Bland All my exotic gestures No longer in demand Everything the same Again and again and again Everything the same Again and again and again Over and over and over Again and again and again Monoculture Over and over and over Again and again and again Monoculture Monoculture It's the same Monoculture Monoculture Mediocre Monoculture Monoculture Mediocre Over and over and over Again and again and again Monoculture Over and over and over Again and again and again Monoculture No change The world has gone insane Everything that's old Is new again Monoculture Mediocre The same Ordinary Boring Mediocre The same Ordinary Boring Monoculture |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
Why don't I just give up
And do myself a favour? My life is slowly turning grey And losing all its flavour Everything the same Again and again and again Everything the same Again and again and again Over and over and over Again and again and again Monoculture Over and over and over Again and again and again Monoculture No change The world has gone insane Everything that's old Is new again Monoculture Monoculture Monoculture Why don't I just give up And submit to the great God of Bland All my exotic gestures No longer in demand Everything the same Again and again and again Everything the same Again and again and again Over and over and over Again and again and again Monoculture Over and over and over Again and again and again Monoculture Monoculture It's the same Monoculture Monoculture Mediocre Monoculture Monoculture Mediocre Over and over and over Again and again and again Monoculture Over and over and over Again and again and again Monoculture No change The world has gone insane Everything that's old Is new again Monoculture Mediocre The same Ordinary Boring Mediocre The same Ordinary Boring Monoculture |
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from Soft Cell - The Singles (1987)
Everywhere I go
I take a little piece of you I collect, I reject Photographs I took of you Towns that I passed through I쨈ve got to have a memory Or I have never been there I have never had you, had you, had you I can쨈t remember Give me a reminder I collect, I reject Memorabilia Memorabilia I like little bits of glassware Ashtrays with inscriptions Plastic things on pencils Bits of mass production Postcards, pretty pictures Little bits of plastic Covering up the bedroom To show you I쨈ve been there To show you I쨈ve been there Keychains and snowstorms Keychains and snowstorms Give me a reminder Give me a reminder Memorabilia, memorabilia Keychains and snowstorms Memorabilia, memorabilia I can쨈t remember Give me a reminder I collect, I reject Photographs I took of you Towns that I passed through I쨈ve got to have a memory Or I have never been there I have never had you, had you, had you I can쨈t remember Give me a reminder I collect, I reject Memorabilia Memorabilia Castanets, mantillas Torremolinos Castanets and plastic men Memorabilia Memorabilia |
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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
Everywhere I go
I take a little piece of you I collect, I reject Photographs I took of you Towns that I passed through I쨈ve got to have a memory Or I have never been there I have never had you, had you, had you I can쨈t remember Give me a reminder I collect, I reject Memorabilia Memorabilia I like little bits of glassware Ashtrays with inscriptions Plastic things on pencils Bits of mass production Postcards, pretty pictures Little bits of plastic Covering up the bedroom To show you I쨈ve been there To show you I쨈ve been there Keychains and snowstorms Keychains and snowstorms Give me a reminder Give me a reminder Memorabilia, memorabilia Keychains and snowstorms Memorabilia, memorabilia I can쨈t remember Give me a reminder I collect, I reject Photographs I took of you Towns that I passed through I쨈ve got to have a memory Or I have never been there I have never had you, had you, had you I can쨈t remember Give me a reminder I collect, I reject Memorabilia Memorabilia Castanets, mantillas Torremolinos Castanets and plastic men Memorabilia Memorabilia |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
Everywhere I go
I take a little piece of you I collect, I reject Photographs I took of you Towns that I passed through I쨈ve got to have a memory Or I have never been there I have never had you, had you, had you I can쨈t remember Give me a reminder I collect, I reject Memorabilia Memorabilia I like little bits of glassware Ashtrays with inscriptions Plastic things on pencils Bits of mass production Postcards, pretty pictures Little bits of plastic Covering up the bedroom To show you I쨈ve been there To show you I쨈ve been there Keychains and snowstorms Keychains and snowstorms Give me a reminder Give me a reminder Memorabilia, memorabilia Keychains and snowstorms Memorabilia, memorabilia I can쨈t remember Give me a reminder I collect, I reject Photographs I took of you Towns that I passed through I쨈ve got to have a memory Or I have never been there I have never had you, had you, had you I can쨈t remember Give me a reminder I collect, I reject Memorabilia Memorabilia Castanets, mantillas Torremolinos Castanets and plastic men Memorabilia Memorabilia |
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from Soft Cell - Non Stop Ecstatic Dancing (2006)
Everywhere I go
I take a little piece of you I collect, I reject Photographs I took of you Towns that I passed through I쨈ve got to have a memory Or I have never been there I have never had you, had you, had you I can쨈t remember Give me a reminder I collect, I reject Memorabilia Memorabilia I like little bits of glassware Ashtrays with inscriptions Plastic things on pencils Bits of mass production Postcards, pretty pictures Little bits of plastic Covering up the bedroom To show you I쨈ve been there To show you I쨈ve been there Keychains and snowstorms Keychains and snowstorms Give me a reminder Give me a reminder Memorabilia, memorabilia Keychains and snowstorms Memorabilia, memorabilia I can쨈t remember Give me a reminder I collect, I reject Photographs I took of you Towns that I passed through I쨈ve got to have a memory Or I have never been there I have never had you, had you, had you I can쨈t remember Give me a reminder I collect, I reject Memorabilia Memorabilia Castanets, mantillas Torremolinos Castanets and plastic men Memorabilia Memorabilia |
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from Soft Cell - Non Stop Ecstatic Dancing (2006)
Everywhere I go
I take a little piece of you I collect, I reject Photographs I took of you Towns that I passed through I쨈ve got to have a memory Or I have never been there I have never had you, had you, had you I can쨈t remember Give me a reminder I collect, I reject Memorabilia Memorabilia I like little bits of glassware Ashtrays with inscriptions Plastic things on pencils Bits of mass production Postcards, pretty pictures Little bits of plastic Covering up the bedroom To show you I쨈ve been there To show you I쨈ve been there Keychains and snowstorms Keychains and snowstorms Give me a reminder Give me a reminder Memorabilia, memorabilia Keychains and snowstorms Memorabilia, memorabilia I can쨈t remember Give me a reminder I collect, I reject Photographs I took of you Towns that I passed through I쨈ve got to have a memory Or I have never been there I have never had you, had you, had you I can쨈t remember Give me a reminder I collect, I reject Memorabilia Memorabilia Castanets, mantillas Torremolinos Castanets and plastic men Memorabilia Memorabilia |
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from Marc Almond - The Singles '84-'87 (2003)
First I saw you
Love in a silk black slip In dark waters Sinking like a ship Trouble on your lips Murder in your song Song of a mean man Lovers come and gone Oh Melancholy Rose Oh Melancholy Rose Come souls' midnight We'll both sail away Leaving red sunsets To end our passion play Bitter allows Tingles on the tongue Body and soul Lovers come and gone Oh Melancholy Rose Oh Melancholy Rose Always running away Black Sobraine hair Turning cigarette ash grey Sprawled across troubled beds Hands outstretched Reaching for the pills In lonely rundown motels Life, love, men Dust to dust Disaster after disaster Must be some dark kiss on your lips A promise of heaven or hell in your song Tomorrow it'll all be gone be gone Oh Melancholy Rose Lovers come and gone Oh Melancholy Rose Love has come and gone Oh Melancholy Rose Murder in your song |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
Martin is talking to you
Martin is a boy with problems Martin has a family history Martin has too many nightmares He lives in a fantasy There's a danger that he'll take too far His morbid curiosity He's seen too many creepy films He's read too many books Martin sleeps with all the lights on Martin's seen too many looks He lives out a strange obsession Tries hard to resist But Martin needs his strange obsession To exist (Kill, kill, kill) He's far too pale and far too frail To be a normal boy There's something shining in his eyes The things he'd like to say Martin had a lot to live down Growing up in a mining town Torches burning in the trees The shivering lust of blood He's the star of many horror movies But deep inside he's good There's an illness flowing through him That's there all the time And though he watches and he waits He knows he's not to blame The face at the window The hand under the bed Martin has hallucinations Dreams that he's dead He finds the hunger's at its worst When he's in bed (Kill, kill, kill) He's finding hard to keep control He knows it won't be long And his tongue rolls over his dry lips And the voice lingers on |
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from Soft Cell - The Art Of Falling Apart (2006)
Martin is talking to you
Martin is a boy with problems Martin has a family history Martin has too many nightmares He lives in a fantasy There's a danger that he'll take too far His morbid curiosity He's seen too many creepy films He's read too many books Martin sleeps with all the lights on Martin's seen too many looks He lives out a strange obsession Tries hard to resist But Martin needs his strange obsession To exist (Kill, kill, kill) He's far too pale and far too frail To be a normal boy There's something shining in his eyes The things he'd like to say Martin had a lot to live down Growing up in a mining town Torches burning in the trees The shivering lust of blood He's the star of many horror movies But deep inside he's good There's an illness flowing through him That's there all the time And though he watches and he waits He knows he's not to blame The face at the window The hand under the bed Martin has hallucinations Dreams that he's dead He finds the hunger's at its worst When he's in bed (Kill, kill, kill) He's finding hard to keep control He knows it won't be long And his tongue rolls over his dry lips And the voice lingers on |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
We've hit those depths again Playing black games again Black mellow lies And the narrowing of eyes Playing those games again You hold the reins again But then I turned the card And you know I hit hard Loving you, hating me It's the other side of love It's the side that you don't want to see Shaking your head that way It's so true when they say That love is a pain in the heart A pain that pulls apart I'm breaking rules again You're breaking hearts again Pretend to despise When there's love in your eyes Loving you, hating me It's the other side of love It's the side that you don't want to see And I'm loving you And you're hating me It's the other side of love It's the other side of love |
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from Soft Cell - The Singles (1987)
We've hit those depths again Playing black games again Black mellow lies And the narrowing of eyes Playing those games again You hold the reins again But then I turned the card And you know I hit hard Loving you, hating me It's the other side of love It's the side that you don't want to see Shaking your head that way It's so true when they say That love is a pain in the heart A pain that pulls apart I'm breaking rules again You're breaking hearts again Pretend to despise When there's love in your eyes Loving you, hating me It's the other side of love It's the side that you don't want to see And I'm loving you And you're hating me It's the other side of love It's the other side of love |
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from Soft Cell - Master Series (1999)
We've hit those depths again Playing black games again Black mellow lies And the narrowing of eyes Playing those games again You hold the reins again But then I turned the card And you know I hit hard Loving you, hating me It's the other side of love It's the side that you don't want to see Shaking your head that way It's so true when they say That love is a pain in the heart A pain that pulls apart I'm breaking rules again You're breaking hearts again Pretend to despise When there's love in your eyes Loving you, hating me It's the other side of love It's the side that you don't want to see And I'm loving you And you're hating me It's the other side of love It's the other side of love |
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from Soft Cell - The Art Of Falling Apart (2006)
We've hit those depths again Playing black games again Black mellow lies And the narrowing of eyes Playing those games again You hold the reins again But then I turned the card And you know I hit hard Loving you, hating me It's the other side of love It's the side that you don't want to see Shaking your head that way It's so true when they say That love is a pain in the heart A pain that pulls apart I'm breaking rules again You're breaking hearts again Pretend to despise When there's love in your eyes Loving you, hating me It's the other side of love It's the side that you don't want to see And I'm loving you And you're hating me It's the other side of love It's the other side of love |
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from Marc Almond - Fantastic Star (1996)
Fantasy dancer
Dangerous rhythm Dance me your dance of Love forbidden Its love to die for Love to cry for Love to say goodbye for Dance your way into my heart Where I can love your scars They tell me what you like They tell me who you are Come on and take my hand You'll soon be seeing stars And when you dance I dream Of love in the extreme How sweet and dark is love When you have the taste for blood It's love to die for Love to cry for Love to say goodbye for Paint your eyes in Thrill vermilion Pout your lips Bare your teeth And look ferocious You're to die for You're to cry for You're to say goodbye for So what's on the menu Is it violence again And is that blood or lipstick With which you're writing your name You cut deep with sorrow You carve it with disdain And when I get you home You'll never be alone Again Violence, violence, violence, violence The violence, the violence of love Violence, violence, violence, violence The violence, the violence of love Violence, violence The glamour of violence The glamorous violence The glamour of your violence The glamorous violence The glamour of violence |
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from Marc Almond - The Singles '84-'87 (2003)
There are times
You can't help but to cry And time won't heal By and by There are times You can't hold back the tears And hurt won't heal With the years But, I will always love you Always love you Always you and no-one else but you There are times When the world is cruel And I won't be there for you There are times You can't hold back the tears And hurt will heal With the years I will always love you Always love you Always you and no-one else but you When storms come our way When tides wash away When storms come our way When tides wash away I will always love you Always love you Love you love you love you love you Always love you |
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