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from Soft Cell - The Singles (1987)
Sunday morning going slow
I'm talking to the radio Clothes and record on the floor Memories of the night before Out in clubland having fun And now I'm hiding from the sun Waiting for a visitor Though no-one knows I'm here for sure Chorus: Dancing laughing Drinking loving And now I'm all alone In bedsit land My only home I think it's time to cook a meal To fill the emptiness I feel Spent my money going out I've nothing I'm left without Clean my teeth and comb my hair Look for something new to wear Start the nightlife over again Kid myself I'm having fun Chorus I look out from my window view There's really nothing else to do Read a book maybe write a letter Mother, things are getting better Watch the mirror count the lines The battle scars of all the good times Look around and I can see A thousand people just like me Chorus I'm waiting for something I'm only passing time [For purchasers of the 7" version, the song stops here. For purchasers of the 12" version, there are the additional lines:] Do you look a mess? Do you have a hangover? Did you overdo the lemonade Cut short on the soda? Did you do that dance the doctor Told you that you shouldn't do? But you're only young You should do that dance twice over I knew it's pretty early But you still look great Just ready for the beauty That the make up will create Take a little blusher Take a little paint Put on the silver dress The one that makes the young boys faint I'm sitting on my bed And I'm looking at the time Have a cup of coffee And you're feeling fine Put on that new record That you bought the other day The words will make you smile You can dance the dust away Make your single bed And push the tea leaves down the drain Take a long deep breath And start the nightlife over again I'm waiting for someone I'm only passing time And now I'm all alone And I don't care And I don't care Bedsitter Bedsitter And I don't care I don't care Bedsitter Bedsitter (Repeat and fade...) |
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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 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 - 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 - 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 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 - 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 - 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 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 - 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 - 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 - Memorabilia: The Singles (1991)
Sunday morning going slow
I'm talking to the radio Clothes and record on the floor Memories of the night before Out in clubland having fun And now I'm hiding from the sun Waiting for a visitor Though no-one knows I'm here for sure Chorus: Dancing laughing Drinking loving And now I'm all alone In bedsit land My only home I think it's time to cook a meal To fill the emptiness I feel Spent my money going out I've nothing I'm left without Clean my teeth and comb my hair Look for something new to wear Start the nightlife over again Kid myself I'm having fun Chorus I look out from my window view There's really nothing else to do Read a book maybe write a letter Mother, things are getting better Watch the mirror count the lines The battle scars of all the good times Look around and I can see A thousand people just like me Chorus I'm waiting for something I'm only passing time [For purchasers of the 7" version, the song stops here. For purchasers of the 12" version, there are the additional lines:] Do you look a mess? Do you have a hangover? Did you overdo the lemonade Cut short on the soda? Did you do that dance the doctor Told you that you shouldn't do? But you're only young You should do that dance twice over I knew it's pretty early But you still look great Just ready for the beauty That the make up will create Take a little blusher Take a little paint Put on the silver dress The one that makes the young boys faint I'm sitting on my bed And I'm looking at the time Have a cup of coffee And you're feeling fine Put on that new record That you bought the other day The words will make you smile You can dance the dust away Make your single bed And push the tea leaves down the drain Take a long deep breath And start the nightlife over again I'm waiting for someone I'm only passing time And now I'm all alone And I don't care And I don't care Bedsitter Bedsitter And I don't care I don't care Bedsitter Bedsitter (Repeat and fade...) |
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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 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Tenement Symphony (1992)
Love
Is a beautiful brutal thing It sings at night like the wind It stings your heart like a whip It rocks your soul like a ship And love Is a beautiful brutal thing It can mean everything Or nothing at all Such a feeling can make you tall Or as small as a distant star It's the cushion to break your fall Love triumphs over all Love Is a beautiful brutal thing And it gives the sweetest of pain It wakes your spirit and then You feel like living again And rain Falls when you think the Sun Has just begun To shine above And love Is mysterious as it's old It's the secret you've never told It's the tears of sorrow and joy For that girl or that boy It makes you feel It makes you feel It makes you feel A beautiful brutal thing And love Is a beautiful brutal thing It can mean everything Or nothing at all Such a feeling could make you tall Or as small as a distant star It's the cushion to break your fall Love triumphs over all It makes you feel A beautiful brutal thing Love |
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from Marc Almond - Tenement Symphony (1992)
A winter morning sun in New York
Champagne wakes and checks the time It's hard to keep a cup of coffee down When there's so much on your mind Kicks a cockroach 'cross the bedroom floor Checks the mirror grabs some clothes Waits for the aching to subside Where to find it no-one knows And they say you're doing fine They're just playing with your mind And they never even know your name But they all want you to shine To glitter all the time They all want a little taste of Champagne Takes the subway early afternoon Downtown to Eighth Avenue To the Show Palace Theatre Where Champagne bares all In a low rent nude revue In the darkness shadow people Stare at Champagne glassy eyed Takes the tips and imitates a smile Waits for the aching to subside And they say you're doing fine They're just playing with your mind And they never even know your name But they all want you to shine To glitter all the time They all want a little taste of Champagne Later in a room On a little glass pipe Sweet dreams to help him Forget his life He leans on the wall Rolls back his eyes And says to all the aching Goodbye |
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from Marc Almond - Tenement Symphony (1992)
Sometimes we touch
Sometimes we kiss Sometimes we just look In spiritual bliss In warmth or heat In sound or vision We like to come To some decision Under the moon In the dark Down in the street In the park In threat of law In sweat of fear I'd risk it all To have you near I've never seen your face But I'm longing for the time When we don't have to hide Anymore We'd swap phone numbers But we'd never call Of real excuses We've none at all Though good intentions Are on our mind We may not like What we might find We hold emotion Well in check No words of love Just words of sex So much to say So much held back We don't surrender We just attack I've never seen your face But I'm longing for the time When we don't have to hide Anymore Light the candle Burn a fuse It's now or never Win or lose To have and hold To give and take Through thick or thin Make or break I've never seen your face But I'm longing for the time When we don't have to hide Anymore Anymore |
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from Marc Almond - Tenement Symphony (1992)
"And if one day I should become
A singer with a Spanish bum Who sings for women of great virtue I'd sing to them with a guitar I borrowed from a coffee bar Well, what you don't know doesn't hurt you My name would be Antonio And all my bridges I would burn And when I gave them some they'd know I'd expect something in return I'd have to get drunk every night And talk about virility With some old grandmother That might be decked out like a Christmas tree And no pink elephant I'd see Though I'd be drunk as I could be Still I would sing my song to me About the time they called me "Jacky" If I could be for only an hour If I could be for an hour every day If I could be for just one little hour Cute in a stupid ass way And if I joined the social whirl Became procurer of young girls Then I could have my own bordellos My record would be number one And I'd sell records by the ton All sung by many other fellows My name would then be handsome Jack And I'd sell boats of opium Whisky that came from Twickenham Authentic queens And phoney virgins I'd have a bank on every finger A finger in every country And every country ruled by me I'd still know where I'd want to be Locked up inside my opium den Surrounded by some china men I'd sing the song that I sang then About the time they called me "Jacky" If I could be for only an hour If I could be for an hour every day If I could be for just one little hour Cute in a stupid ass way Now, tell me, wouldn't it be nice That if one day in paradise I'd sing for all the ladies up there And they would sing along with me And we be so happy there to be 'Cos down below is really nowhere My name would then be "Jupiter" Then I would know where I was going Become all knowing My beard so very long and flowing If I could play deaf, dumb and blind Because I pitied all mankind And broke my heart to make things right I know that every single night When my angelic work was through The angels and the Devil too Could sing my childhood song to me About the time they called me "Jacky" If I could be for only an hour If I could be for an hour every day If I could be for just one little hour Cute in a stupid ass way" |
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from Marc Almond - Tenement Symphony (1992)
Heaven is here
Each night when I should be asleep I put on my coat And I walk the streets I spend these hours Escaping from my dreams Afraid of what I might see Fear has no beginning no end So I spend all my time With you on my mind I see visions of you All my dreams coming true And I fall to my knees at your beauty My hand over my heart A heart that's filled with love A love that can lift the soul Divine worship forever Amen There are times spent in despair That you won't believe me So many times I've tried to tell you But my courage deceives me You have my whole world under your heel No words on this earth Can convey the way I feel Heaven is here Where I once feared to be And I fall to my knees At your beauty My hand over my heart A heart that's filled with love A love that can lift the soul Divine worship Forever Amen I fall to my knees I fall to my knees You lift up my heart You lift up my heart Nothing so fine Nothing so sure As I'm gazing in awe At your beauty My hand over my heart A heart that's filled with love A love that can lift the soul Divine worship forever Amen And late each night As I walk the streets I pray for the day I lay my heart at your feet You lift up my heart You lift up my heart You lift up my heart With your love |
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from Marc Almond - Tenement Symphony (1992)
A tenement, a dirty street
Walked and worn by shoeless feet Inside it's long and so complete Watched by a shivering sun Old eyes in a small child's face Watching as the shadows race Through walls and cracks and leave no trace And daylight's brightness shuns The days of Pearly Spencer Ahh Ahh The race is almost run Nose pressed hard on frosted glass Gazing as the swollen mass On concrete fields where grows no grass He stumbles blindly on Iron trees smother the air But withering they stand and stare Through eyes that neither know nor care Where the grass has gone The days of Pearly Spencer Ahh Ahh The race is almost run Pearly where's your milk white skin What's that stubble on your chin It's buried in the rot-gut gin You played and lost not won You played a house that can't be beat Now look your head's bowed in defeat You walked too far along the street Where only rats can run The days of Pearly Spencer Ahh Ahh The race is almost run The days of Pearly Spencer Ahh Ahh The race is almost run The race is almost run A tenement, a dirty street Remember worn and shoeless feet Remember how you stood to beat The way your life had gone So Pearly don't you shed more tears For those best forgotten years Those tenements are memories Of where you've risen from The days of Pearly Spencer Ahh Ahh The race is almost won |
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from Marc Almond - Tenement Symphony (1992)
I've had my fill of ugly words
I've had my fill of lies When the only truth or beauty now Is deep within your thighs The roses are in bloom my dear I haven't any fear That you'll love me Like you did last year Look at me Do you see A man against the world But don't look at me And see an unhappy man With some powder and some paint And the patience of a saint I'm still here My life's not over yet I'm not up there on the shelf I've found someone to love Apart from just myself I've had my fill of bitterness I've had my fill of dirt I've had enough of emptiness I've had enough of hurt I think we'll get the last laugh If we don't break down and cry And find the joke's On you and I Look at us Do you see us in a burlesque show Look at us are we in vaudeville We've tasted every thrill Every powder every pill And we're still here I've had enough of broken cups I've had enough of scenes Of other people's laughter When we go through our routines The lilies aren't in season So I've no reason to fear That you'll love me like you Did last year That you'll love me like you Did last year That you'll love me like you Did last year |
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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 Marc Almond - Fantastic Star (1996)
I just can't get enough
I just can't get enough And I wake up And it's there like a freezing cloud Passing over the sun And I open my eyes I'm not moving White as a ghost And stiff as a gun And I wake up my senses And I push all the stars from my head Is this what it's like to be dead And my heartbeat races onward to the other side of the city Where you await for me to feed my addiction to you my love I just can't get enough I'm a lover, unrequited There's a desperate look in my eyes And I come with the night like a panther With a longing for you in my sight And I'm burning a candle at the window Hoping you'll be drawn into the light And my heartbeat races onward to the other side of the city Where you await for me to feed my addiction to you my love I'm addicted to you, I've got to have a little of your love I just can't get enough Getting hungry, feeling lovesick Shivering cold with the longing for love I'm above, like an eagle, flying low But I know where to go I've the soul of a dove Love's a need that consumes me gets into me And of you I just can't get enough And my heartbeat, races onward to the other side of the city Where you await for me to feed my addiction to you my love I can't get enough |
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from Marc Almond - Fantastic Star (1996)
Don't shut your eyes
When they're lighting up the skies I just want to see them shine And I cannot take my mind off you Halo of fire In my heart there is a choir And it's singing of desire And I'm watching everything you do Hey! Let's make a love impact With hard hard kisses And a cruel attraction Let's watch our love implode We're two near misses On a dangerous road We've gotta go slow You've an acetone smile And you curl it in style Baby night eyes Stone, stoned look You're a mystery book Baby night eyes Troubled and shined I've a diamond in mind Baby night eyes You're a scorpion sting A little dragon with wings Baby night eyes Don't shut your mind Because if you do you'll find I'll be standing right behind And I won't be very kind To you No For a rainbow of gold I'll be standing in the cold I'll be waiting to be told 'Cause I've gone and sold my love to you Yes I have Hey! Let's make a love impact With hard hard kisses And a cruel attraction It's all gone hazy, love's gone crazy It's all gone crazy, love's gone crazy It's love, it's love gone crazy... |
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from Marc Almond - Fantastic Star (1996)
Now you're kissing other guys
And when you kiss you close your eyes Do you hold regrets or do you easily forget Can you be so quickly swayed Can tender words just fade away Can you blame me for feeling betrayed As one love dies a new begins Do you say the same to him If he knew the things I knew Would he say "I love you too" Soon you'll turn, for him too late Recrimination and heartache Would you blame him for feeling betrayed Betrayed Betrayed Put all your trust in someone who You believed was true to you That's how a broken heart is made Now I know your plan in mind To take from everyone you find Capture hearts with your cute smile Hypnotize and beguile Cruel love is the game you play Were you treated once this way The world dealt you a bad hand And you're gonna make it pay You were... Betrayed Betrayed Put all your trust in someone who You believed was true to you That's how your broken heart was made That's how your broken heart was made That's how my broken heart was made That's how my broken heart was made Betrayed Betrayed You betrayed me You betrayed me That's how my broken heart was made Another broken heart is made |
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from Marc Almond - Fantastic Star (1996)
I lost you in the great big city
You gave me your number But fate, she closed her eyes And the wind blew it away I know you're sometimes at a bar But I can't recall the name You could have called I'm sure you have a story And you're not to blame In time the tears will come And the memory of you will hurt inside I know life must go on And I won't see you again And life goes... Oh oh oh Oh, oh oh oh I'll cry tomorrow baby Oh oh oh Oh, oh oh oh But tonight I'm gonna dance Brilliant creatures We were brilliant creatures Bitterness is a pure feeling Makes me feel that life's worth living And when the pain becomes too much I'll turn and walk away Just standing in the rain I'll take the romance of the night I'm not gonna waste my time I've got a life to live And life goes... Oh oh oh Oh, oh oh oh I'll cry tomorrow baby Oh oh oh Oh, oh oh oh But tonight I'm gonna dance Am I still in your heart Or do I shed my tears for nothing Do you think of me at all Tell me that it all means something I could wait for you to call But when tomorrow never seems to come I'll close my heart to you Promises, I've heard them all before Outside the snow is falling In my heart a voice is calling Time to end the story Turn and walk away Remember that we were brilliant creatures Flaming creatures For a fleeting moment in a dream And life goes on |
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from Marc Almond - Fantastic Star (1996)
No no, no no no no
You're never never never going to let me go You say I'm your possession You say I'm your toy You're gonna teach me a lesson That I won't enjoy I need to break free You suffocate me I'm in pain I want to break out I've got to escape these chains You want all my love So I've got none to spare You drain all my resources And you leave my heart bare I'm eternally yours I'm forever engaged I'm caged In a prison of love I'm a tiger enraged I'm caged Let me out No no, no no no no You're never never never gonna let me go You smother my will To make me behave I'm drugged on your love To make me your slave You love with a passion But I'm swallowed by your desire Your love is so hot But I don't want to burn in the fire You've got me tied in a tender rage Like a captive dancer in a gilded cage You feed me love on a silver spoon With a leather glove by the light of the moon For your pleasure For your show You're never never never gonna let me go No no, no no no no You're never never never gonna let me go You think that I'll stray So you'll never trust me You tempt me each day But I'll never be free I'm eternally yours I'm forever engaged I'm caged In a prison of love I'm a tiger enraged I'm caged Let me out, I'm caged |
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from Marc Almond - Fantastic Star (1996)
Lost little child star
You stand on the stage Your head in your hands While you cry You feel so afraid That your beauty will fade Into the indigo sky Glamorous, beautiful, tragic and doomed Always someone new close behind All those tears, or just nails Which harden your heart What will I find when I look in your eyes? I'll find that beauty is all in your mind We grow and we bloom Our glow fills the room And we spend our short times In the sun But like the leaves in autumn We fall to the ground Spent...too young I'm lost like you're lost I'm in need of your shine I'm unsure of the world just like you Child star, oh child star Look inside your heart For beauty, oh beauty is you Oh beauty, oh beauty Is you |
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from Marc Almond - Fantastic Star (1996)
Come in sweet assassin
How will I ever know you love me Unless you hurt me Lay your head down on the pillow Take off your dancing shoes And rest your gypsy feet Come in sweet assassin You've got everything to steal And nothing to lose Just call in When you're passing I've forgotten how it feels Not to trust someone Come in sweet assassin And do just what you have to do Make it quick, don't fool around Ignore all sombre warnings Not to succumb to love Leave my heart locked up forever more The rings upon your fingers Boast of what you took from others What you're gonna take from me The taint of perfume lingers On the clothes of those that Fell into your arms, you charm And move in for the kill |
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from Marc Almond - Fantastic Star (1996)
Keep on looking now
You gotta keep on looking now Keep on looking now You're looking for love In all the wrong places Where your walk it's always shadow Conversation always shallow When they talk they never look you in the eye They look over your shoulder To faces even colder And you feel a little older Every time You're looking for love In all the wrong places When you're looking for reaction When you're searching for direction When you're scared of rejection Or attack You need the warmth of loving When you're growing tired of seeing A colourless reflection Looking back You're looking for love In all the wrong places Something real to fill those little empty spaces So you're looking for love in all the wrong places You need understanding You need a home All those people so alone You need understanding You need a home All those people so alone You're looking for love In all the wrong places You're looking for love In all the wrong places You better keep on looking now! And so the evening shade will fall Where nameless voices call and call And think of all the friends you made While you toast with Prozac and lemonade You can hold me under septic skies (You can dream to your own places) Watch the sun set in my eyes (You can't seem to put) Could this be the time to die? (A name to all the faces) The wind upon your face (Something real) Your lips upon my lips Like urban velvet (To fill those little empty spaces) So you're looking for love in all the wrong places You keep on looking for love in all the wrong places Dream and take away the tears (Keep on looking now) Drift on to where your heart is numb (You gotta keep on looking now) It's lovely there where love becomes A drug to fill your need Just believe in you! And learn to love yourself Before anyone else |
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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 - 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 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)
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 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 - 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)
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 Soft Cell - Master Series (1999)
That's the way you go
The city is so cold And i, I'm so sold That's why I go I can't help it Born to lose (x3) Baby I'm born to lose (x2) Nothing to do And nothing to say There's only one thing that I want It's the only way I can't hit it Born to lose (x3) Baby I'm born to lose (x2) Living in a jungle It ain't so hard Living in the city It'll eat out your heart I can't hit it Born to lose (x3) Baby I'm born to lose (x4) Yeah I can't hit it Born to lose (aternate last two lines and repeat to end) |
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from Soft Cell - Master Series (1999)
Today I awoke
With a scream in my throat The reminders of you On the sheets The print of a torso Is this far as I know That feverish hello Another night of too much sleep Disease and desire Disease and desire Disease and desire Desire Some wasting complaint That was passed on by love Gods little avenger Smiles down from above And I'd rather eat bugs Than succumb to your love And a kiss on the mouth Is a mouth in the mud Disease and desire Disease and desire Disease and desire Desire Watch this lowlife Just look at you Pouring out of your body Like sweat they say Reality breeds contempt Contempt Contempt Contempt Disease and desire Disease and desire Disease and desire Desire No heaven up there Oh nothing so nice Just the puff in my mouth Paralysed, paradise And I'd rather draw blood Than succumb to your love And I'd rather give it all up Than fall for your love Disease and desire Disease and desire Disease and desire Desire Disease and desire Disease and desire Disease and desire Desire Disease and desire Disease and desire Disease and desire Desire Oh disease and desire Oh no way We'll meet again No way we'll meet again No way We'll meet again No way Oh disease and desire |
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She's a secretary in the daytime
A modern Venus On the eighth floor She's a secretary in the daytime A bright young thing With a promising career She's got the ability She's got the facilities She's got the ability She's got the facilities She's a secretary in the daytime A model beauty At the typewriter She's a secretary in the daytime A smile at the boss And she's doing fine She's got the ability She's got the facilities She's got the ability She's got the facilities She's a secretary in the daytime She's a secretary in the daytime |
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from Soft Cell - Master Series (1999)
Fun City
I left my home With a pain in my heart Not a word of goodbye To the ones that I loved I'm taking a train Away from the rain To the lights and the smoke I've got to find my own way now Fun City To the London Experience Fun City To the London Experience Backward Forwards Wearing out the corners Fun City Here's my experience Have no feelings Have no sex Wonder who to rip off next Playland Scandal Pocket weighs you down Machine handle Goes down I lose all my money Trying to make a killing Can't even make my fare back home So this is Fun City Have no feelings Have no sex Wonder who to rip off next I tried to make friends Tried to make amends I sunk so low That it's hard to climb out I've nowhere to live But I've so much to give I found the hard way What's life all about Have no feelings Have no sex Wonder who to rip off next I'm all alone And I'm lost in this city Being paraded Feeling degraded I wanted love And I thought this was the way But I'm only young And I'm often this wrong Have no feelings Have no sex Wonder who to rip off next I have no morals Have no innocence I'm quite straight Just playing for rent. |
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from Soft Cell - Master Series (1999)
Passing time in the afternoon
Cleaning the bathroom floor Rearrange things in the dining room Covers the chip on the kitchen door The paperboy winks as he hands her a paper He's cheekier every day She undoes her apron and sinks on the sofa Throws all her household chores away She's in a fantasy It's not so hard to see That she is living a lie She'll never be the same She shuts her eyes again Waves all her worries goodbye Puts on her make-up And smoothes down her dress And finds the right words to say Holds a remaining spark of beauty Escape is only a romance away Troubles come flooding back with her migraine She trembles and shuts her eyes It's a good thing that friends come in little bottles Time to shake up and prepare for the lies She's in a fantasy It's not so hard to see That she is living a lie She'll never be the same She shuts her eyes again Waves all her worries goodbye Pushing the hair back from her face Shaping her thoughts in the sky Heaven is through her kitchen window "Pity it's only a dream", she sighs Imagines herself as Elizabeth Taylor The paperboy cycles away She turns on the stove Soon her husband is home "Hello dear, it's been such a long day" She's in a fantasy It's not so hard to see That she is living a lie She'll never be the same She shuts her eyes again Waves all her worries goodbye She's in a fantasy It's not so hard to see That she is living a lie She'll never be the same She shuts her eyes again Waves all her worries goodbye |
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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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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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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)
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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
Sunday morning going slow I'm talking to the radio Clothes and records on the floor Memories of the night before Out in clubland having fun And now I'm hiding from the sun Waiting for a visitor Though no-one knows I'm here for sure Dancing laughing Drinking loving And now I'm all alone In bedsit land My only home I think it's time to cook a meal To fill the emptiness I feel Spent my money going out I've nothing I'm left without Clean my teeth and comb my hair Look for something new to wear Start the nightlife over again Kid myself I'm having fun Look out from my window view I've really nothing else to do Read a book and write a letter Mother, things are getting better Watch the mirror count the lines The battle scars of all the good times Look around and I can see A thousand people just like me 2 I'm waiting for something I'm only passing time |
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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
Chips on my shoulder More as I grow older Feel I owe a debt For the things I don't get I only miss out (Well I was there before) I sit in a corner Sit on the floor Misery Complaints Self Pity Injustice Chips on my shoulder There's no time for fun time It's sit and complain time I'll talk about famine While cooking the dinner Don't you feel guilty Don't you feel pity (No) While my head gets fatter And the starving get thinner I should have told her I've chips on my shoulder I'm making a stand While I sit on my arse Fish and chip supper While those in the gutter Can't have a good time Fun's just a farse Misery Complaints Self Pity Injustice Chips on my shoulder Chips on my shoulder Now sing it |
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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
Trying to please All these people around me Is trying to reach for the moon (The Moon) I see their faces Looking so empty saying I hope that they'll finish soon (So Soon) Could be a chat show (Yap Yap Yap) Could be a go go Reaction would be the same (The Same) So here I go Though why I don't know Trying to prove myself again Entertain me I'm as blank as can be And I've done it before And I've seen it before And I think that I like it But no I don't like it It just goes on over and over And over and over and over again I try to give them all of my best And it's taking a turn for the worst (Oh No) Things going wrong Start to sing the wrong song I think that we must be cursed (You Betcha) Playing the wrong tune Hitting the wrong note This is where nerves become frayed It's falling apart Why did we ever start And do you think we'll be payed (No No) Build 'em up Knock 'em down I see a movement Down in the front row Maybe it's just a mistake Sue's smiling at me (Hello) But he's frowning at me (Goodbye) Which conclusion Do I take Fold all your arms And look straight ahead At this puppet on a string You're feeling confused But you've made a decision You don't like anything |
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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
She's a secretary in the daytime
A modern Venus On the eighth floor She's a secretary in the daytime A bright young thing With a promising career She's got the ability She's got the facilities She's got the ability She's got the facilities She's a secretary in the daytime A model beauty At the typewriter She's a secretary in the daytime A smile at the boss And she's doing fine She's got the ability She's got the facilities She's got the ability She's got the facilities She's a secretary in the daytime She's a secretary in the daytime |
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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
I have life Ordinary life I have car A favourite bar I have job A moderate wage I get the pains That come with age I am so ordinary I have child She goes wild I have home A mortgage of my own I have hobby But it's nothing very special I do the garden I watch girls I am so ordinary I have life I have cage I'm going bald I want to tell the world I've done nothing I've achieved nothing I work for a firm But I want to burn it down I am so ordinary Frustration I was born One day I'll die There was something in between I don't know what Or why I'm a man I want to break a rule I am a nobody Everybody's fool |
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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
Fun City
I left my home With a pain in my heart Not a word of goodbye To the ones that I loved I'm taking a train Away from the rain To the lights and the smoke I've got to find my own way now Fun City To the London Experience Fun City To the London Experience Backward Forwards Wearing out the corners Fun City Here's my experience Have no feelings Have no sex Wonder who to rip off next Playland Scandal Pocket weighs you down Machine handle Goes down I lose all my money Trying to make a killing Can't even make my fare back home So this is Fun City Have no feelings Have no sex Wonder who to rip off next I tried to make friends Tried to make amends I sunk so low That it's hard to climb out I've nowhere to live But I've so much to give I found the hard way What's life all about Have no feelings Have no sex Wonder who to rip off next I'm all alone And I'm lost in this city Being paraded Feeling degraded I wanted love And I thought this was the way But I'm only young And I'm often this wrong Have no feelings Have no sex Wonder who to rip off next I have no morals Have no innocence I'm quite straight Just playing for rent. |
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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
It was the morning after the month before And I'm looking like a nose with eyes Take a trip or letter to make me feel better 'Cause I know my mirror never lies Have you ever had the feeling that your life's down the can(?) And the hand that holds the whip is not your own Your breakfast's going cold and your routine's getting old Is it me, this feeling insecure? Hiding in the darkness where they can't see your eyes In a naked city cinema Watch the bodies rolling around on the screen And nobody gives a damn who you are You're surrounded by the bitter and the boring And you wonder if you're on the turn And again you get hurt when they're dishing the dirt Is it me, this feeling insecure? I haven't got time to worry 'bout the future Well I'm busy covering up my past Start to consider a tuck(?) behind my ears Well I wonder if my looks will last I could hit the bottle and the depths of despair But come up fighting like the best And I can tell myself that I'm winning the war But then again I'm different than the rest I'm not the hardest person in the world But like the song says 'I will survive' And I may be a wreck and a pain in the neck But at least I feel that I'm alive So I'll spit in your face and put you over the place If I'm ever feeling so unsure And you can really go to hell if you give me the soft cell It's not me, this feeling insecure It was the morning after the month before And I'm looking like a nose with eyes Take a trip or letter to make me feel better 'Cause I know my mirror never lies Have you ever had the feeling that your life's down the can(?) And the hand that holds the whip is not your own Your breakfast's going cold and your routine's getting old Is it me, this feeling insecure? Rap by Cindy Ecstacy - 12" only: Forget the lows, just live the highs And wipe the make up from my eyes Forget the faces that I despise As I know my mirror never lies I come up fighting like the best But then I'm better than the rest And I wonder how my looks will last Because my love is really fast And you wonder if you're on the turn Oh baby won't you ever learn That I'm a cut above the rest Don't worry 'bout the way I'm dressed And if my make up looks a mess I'm not about to get depressed 'Cause I'm the one that loves to lose Just a loser in my fucking(?) shoes And I've got the touch and I've got the feel To make a good time really real I'll just spit right in your face And push you all around the face Just love to love, just love to live Just love to live, just love to love And baby are you so so sure That you're the one that's insecure? |
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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)
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 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 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 - 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 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 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 Marc Almond - Jacques (2000)
We find love, you and I
It's a new game to play Then we tell our first lie And see a love go away And we find We're alone We rush on, you and I We don't need love at all We need thrills, we need speed And we stumble and fall And we find We're alone We're loyal, you and I To flowers that are dead We forget how to cry And save photos instead And we find We're alone We hear guns, you and I And we ask what is that Then we open The Times We're informed where it's at And we find We're alone We're moral you and I We stand for what's right We slaughter our evil bygones And in life We find we're alone We're lucky, you and I We're alive and secure But in the bank and the church We can never be sure And we find We're alone We've made it, you and I We have glory and fame But we never know why We feel so ashamed And we find We're alone We've power, you and I But what good is that now? We'd build a new world If we only knew how And we find We're alone We are old you and I We beg warmth from the sun In the dreams that we dream We ask, "What have we done?" And we find We're alone |
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from Marc Almond - Jacques (2000)
If you go away
On this summer's day Then you might as well take the sun away All the birds that flew in the summer sky When our love was new And our hearts were high And the day was young And the nights were long The trees stood still for the night birds song If you go away If you go away If you go away And if you stay I'll make you a day Like no day has been Or will be again I'll sail on the sun I'll ride on the rain I'll talk to the trees And I'll worship the wind But if you go I'll understand Leave me just enough love To fill up my hand If you go away If you go away If you go away If you go away As I know you will You must tell the world to stop turning , turning Til you return again If you ever do For what good is love Without loving you Let me tell you now As you turn to go I'll be dying slowly Til your next hello If you go away If you go away If you go away But if you stay, I'll make you a night Like no night has been Or will be again I'll sail on you smile I'll ride on your touch Oh, I'll talk to your eyes How I love them so much But if you go I won't cry For the good is gone In the word "goodbye" If you go away Please don't go away Please don't go away Please don't leave me I won't cry anymore I won't talk anymore I'll hide in your room And I'll watch you As you dance and you smile And I'll listen a while As you sing and you laugh Please let me become The shadow of your shadow The shadow of your hand The shadow of your glass On this shadow of a man Please don't leave me Please stay Please don't go away And if you stay I'll make you a day Like no day has been Or will be again I'll sail on the sun I'll ride on the rain I'll talk to the trees And I'll worship the wind But if you go I'll understand Leave me just enough love To fill up my hand If you go away Please don't go away Please don't go away |
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from Marc Almond - Jacques (2000)
You've understood nothing
If you need trains to fleet to adventure And white ships to take you away To see the sun in your eyes To see the songs you can't sing Then If you don't believe in tomorrow And tomorrow to be able to hope To find again in the hope That slipped from your hand To find again the hand That your hand has left Then If you need words pronounced by the old To help you justify all your renunciations If poetry to you is no more than a game If all your life is only a growing old Then If you need boredom To help you see the found And the noise of town To satiate remorse And then weakness To help you seem good And then anger To help you seem strong Then, then You've understood nothing Nothing......nothing You've understood nothing |
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from Marc Almond - Jacques (2000)
My love
My heart My sweet, oh My sky My fire My heat, oh My work My spring My veil My honey My bomb My grail My gate My gold My thrown, oh My stock My rock My stone, oh My night My thirst My hunger My day My bread My water My sail My wave My guide My way My blood My strength My fever My ray My song My love My wine My joy My dawn My life My faith My cry My love My heart My sweet, oh My sky My fire My heat, oh My body My flesh My yearning All this, now you're returning |
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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 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)
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 - 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)
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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