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from 200 Cigarettes (비포 뉴 이어) by Mark Mothersbaugh [ost] (1999)
Oh I can't take another heartache
Though you say you're my friend I'm at my wits end You say your love is bonna fide But that don't coincide With the things that you're doing When I ask you to be nice You say you gotta be Cruel to be kind, in the right measure Cruel to be kind, it's a very good sign Cruel to be kind, means that I love you Baby, you gotta be cruel to be kind Well I do my best to understand dear But you still mystify, and I wanna know why I pick myself up off the ground And have you knock me back down Again and again And when I ask you to explain You say you gotta be Cruel to be kind, in the right measure Cruel to be kind, it's a very good sign Cruel to be kind, means that I love you Baby, you gotta be cruel to be kind Well I do my best to understand dear But you still mystify, and I wanna know why I pick myself up off the ground And have you knock me back down Again and again And when I ask you to explain You say you gotta be Cruel to be kind, in the right measure Cruel to be kind, it's a very good sign Cruel to be kind, means that I love you Baby, you gotta be cruel to be kind |
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from The Flintstones In VIva Rock Vegas (고인돌 가족 2) by David Newman [ost] (2000)
I got seven nights to rock
I got seven nights to roll Seven nights, I'm gonna have a whirl Seven nights with a different girl Seven nights to rock I got seven nights to roll Monday, at sister Suzy's ball Tuesday, at the old dance hall Wednesday, at the road house inn Thursday, at the lion's den Friday, at the chatter box Saturday and Sunday, everybody rocks Seven nights to rock I got seven nights to roll Seven nights, I'm gonna have a whirl Seven nights with a different girl Seven nights to rock I got seven nights to roll I got seven nights to rock I got seven nights to roll I got seven nights, I'm gonna show my face With a different chick and in a different place Seven nights to rock Seven nights to roll Monday, I'm gonna rock with Jane Tuesday, it's gonna be Lorraine Wednesday, I'm taking Nancy Lee Thursday, it's Betty Lou and me Friday, I'm gonna jive with Sue Saturday and Sunday, any chick will do Seven nights to rock I got seven nights to roll Seven nights, I'm gonna show my face With a different chick and in a different place Seven nights to rock I got seven nights to roll |
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from The Flintstones In VIva Rock Vegas (고인돌 가족 2) by David Newman [ost] (2000)
You'd better run
you'd better hide You'd better lock you house and keep the kids inside. Here come the twentieth century's latest scam he's a half a boy and half a ma) He ain't a fool but he's a tool Because his left don't know what his right hand's doin'. He'd keep a King Kong eating out of the palm of his hand Now he's a half a boy and half a man. Or else the S.P.G. 's gonna clear the streets. They never made no provision in the original plan for half a boy and half a man Oh when his fingers do the walking in the middle of the night. When his people stalk in baby let me tell you nothing comes out right. Best be fleet up on your feet . . . Oh when his fingers do the walking in the middle of the night . . . You'd better run you'd better hide . . . He's a half a boy and half a man he's a half a boy and half a man He's a half a boy and half a man - come on. |
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from Nick Lowe - Pinker And Prouder Than Previous (1988)
Well I said what I wanted to say
But the words just got in the way Maybe we can never work it out Seems like all we ever do is scream and shout And your drift is getting harder to catch This love it's like a wrestling match Do we do it til our kisses feel like two big cuts that will not heal [Chorus:] Babe, there ain't no window open No hoping for a sudden change And there is no door to get out of before this love gets strange And loves gets strange We used to wonder what it's all about But I just wanna take this garbage out Maybe underneath the moonlight sky I could come up with one reason to lie We took it all for better or worse Though we didn't take a look at it first We were blinded by the brightest light Just to be on our knees in the dark tonight [Chorus] Most spring we were doing our thing Summer came the heat was to blame The tears you cry and the autumnal sky (?) And the cold winter chill baby --- you still We said what we wanted to say But the words just got in the way Baby we could never work it out Seems like all we do is scream and shout And we're frozen in this shadowy world Silouhettes of a boy and a girl You were never ---- til they get so big you can't see them at all And babe, there ain't no window open No hoping for a sudden change And there is no door to get out of before this love gets strange |
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from Nick Lowe - Pinker And Prouder Than Previous (1988)
Well you can get a hand
There's one to be had They're all working on the other side of town Tonight must be the night Everybody's set their sights And the lovers jamboree is where they're bound Well, everybody will find someone Someone's looking out for me So I'm shutting up the shop Let the loving never stop You can drop me at the lovers jamboree Let me tell ya... There's something in the air That's kicking back despair What a strange thing, I'm feeling good tonight The gangs and wrecking crews Have all declared a truce As the lovers jamboree begins to [bite] Well now, everybody's got to get there And I'll be taking two 'f our friends Tell the left man be so kind Not to call if he don't mind He'll find me at the lovers jamboree Let me tell ya... Well now, everybody's got to get there And I'll be taking two 'f our friends Tell the postman hold my mail Or redirect it to the jail Tell the Hebrew and the Greek To get the God up good and steep Tell the meek the mild the [hoax in] lame The sisters of mercy, they're shrouded in flame The Church and him are sharing the blame For the lovers jamboree For the lovers jamboree The lovers jamboree |
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from Nick Lowe - Pinker And Prouder Than Previous (1988)
Have you ever heard a love song that you didn't understand
Were you ever in a teahouse on the Island of Japan And have you ever traveled over many thousand miles To see a pretty Geisha girl dressed in Oriental style. They've read it in the tea leaves and it's written in the sand I found love by the heartful in the foreign distant land Tell the homefolks that I'm happy with someone who's true I know I love a pretty Geisha girl where the ocean breezes blow. [Instrumental] I have stood and watched the sunrise by the waters of the sea And wondered how much beauty in this whole world can that be My dreams are all worth dreaming and it makes my life worth while To see a pretty Geisha girl dressed in Oriental style. (They've read it in the tea leaves and it's written in the sand I found love by the heartful in the foreign distant land) Tell the homefolks that I'm happy with someone who's true I know I love a pretty Geisha girl where the ocean breezes blow... |
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from Nick Lowe - Pinker And Prouder Than Previous (1988)
Can't you tell my love's a growing?
Feel it, ain't it showing? Oh, you must be a'knowing I've got a big, big love It ain't the kind to be concealing The kind to be revealing It ain't a little bitty feeling I've got a big, big love for you And it's time we done some walking And time we done some talking Well there's a great big moon above And we've got a big, big love It ain't infatuation It's true love sensation Well, not my imagination I've got a big, big love for you |
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from Nick Lowe - Jesus Of Cool (1978)
l love the sound of breaking glass
Especially when I'm lonely l need the noises of destruction When there's nothing new Oh nothing new, sound of breaking glass I love the sound of breaking glass Deep into the night l love the sound of its condition Flying all around Oh all around, sound of breaking glass Nothing new, sound of breaking glass Oh all around, sound of breaking glass Nothin' new, sound of breakin' glass Safe at last, sound of breaking glass I love the sound of breaking glass Deep into the night I Iove the work on it can do Oh a change of mind Oh change of mind, sound of breaking glass All around, sound of breaking glass Nothing new, sound of breaklng glass Breaking glass, sound of breaking glass Sound of breaking glass (repeat) |
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from Nick Lowe - Jesus Of Cool (1978)
Little Hitler, what you doin'
Is the passion inflamed again, again Little Hitler, where you goin' Is it go go night again tonight Ever searchin' for the action But the action don't want to know I said all along you're a tough one (Little Hitler) Little Hitler, what's the matter now Can't you settle for the center of attention Little Hitler, now I'm serious Let me guess why you knocked me Off your guest list As the world turns At the edge of night And the seed is shot and sown I'll make a Little Hitler of my own (Little Hitler) When the goin' gets tough The tough get goin' Every now and then l can see 'em runnin', runnin' You can talk with them You can be shot with them But you'll get no change Only shootin' at 'em long range See you someday soon (Little Hitler) Selfish pleasure, yeah (Little Hitler) With the one I love (Little Hitler) Now you're not alone...yeah (Little Hitler) With the one I love (Little Hitler) Little Hitler of my own (Little Hitler) |
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They went and cut the record, the record hit the chart
And someone in the newspaper said it "was art" Disco Cassanova said "it's heavy on the riff" The local teeny bopper band was playin' it to death Shake and pop, shake and pop Shake and pop, shake and pop The telephones are ringing, the boys are getting hot They're jetting out to Rio and some other sunny spots Some senoritas say "The singers sound terrific" Their personal appearances are stopping the shops Shake and pop, shake and pop Shake and pop, shake and pop Hey long distance its a rock and roll romance CBS is going to pay a great big advance Hey Atlantic come on take chance Arista say they "love you but the kids can't dance to it" They cut another record, it never was a hit And someone in the newspaper said it "was shit" The drummer is a bookie, the singer is a whore The bass player's selling 'cause he never would have won Shake and pop, shake and pop Shake and pop, shake and pop Hey long distance its a rock and roll romance CBS is going to pay a great big advance Hey Atlantic come on take chance Arista say they "love you but the kids can't dance to it" They cut another record, it never was a hit And someone in the newspaper said it "was shit" The drummer is a bookie, the singer is a whore The bass player's selling 'cause he never would have won Shake and pop, shake and pop Shake and pop, shake and pop Shake and pop, shake and pop Shake and pop, shake and pop Shake and pop, shake and pop Shake and pop, shake and pop |
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I remember one night the kid cut off his right arm
In a fit to save a bit of power He got fifty thousand watts In a big acoustic tower Security's so tight tonight Oh they're ready for a tussle Gotta keep your backstage passes 'Cause your promoter had the muscle And so it goes and so it goes And so it goes and so it goes But where it's goin' no one knows And so it goes and so it goes And so it goes and so it goes But where it's goin' no one knows In the tall building sit the head of our nations Worthy men from Spain and Siam All day discussions with the Russians But they still went ahead and vetoed the plan Now up jumped the U.S. representative He's the one with the tired eyes 747 put him in that condition Flyin' back from a peace keepin' mission In the air there's after shave lotion in the wake of a snakey Persian On his arm there's a skin tight vision Wonder why she ain't mine shes his But where it's goin' no one knows |
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Little dariin' don't look away
You don't have to be sad anymore 'Cause * There ain't no reason No single reason in the world Little darlin' please dry your eyes this time Don't you be sad to me like you did before 'Cause * repeat Little darlin' I can understand your pain There's too much confusion goin' round and * repeat No reason in the world (repeat and fade) |
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from Nick Lowe - Jesus Of Cool (1978)
Once I was a soldier
I rode on a big white horse Silver pistols at my side Carryin' the flags of war And I Iost track of the men who fell In the canon's roar I never got over bein' a soldier Once I was a tax man Collectin' dollars and dimes I heard the rich man grumble I heard the poor man cry Some few couldn't afford to pay Were put to a shackle and key I never got over bein' a tax man Once I was a ruler About twelve inches long Three times me made a yardstick 36 inches high 36 inches high was I 36 inches high I never got over 36 inches high |
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Marie Provost did not look her best
The day the cops bust into her lonely nest In the cheap hotel up on Hollywood West July 29 She'd been lyin' there for two or three weeks The neighbors said they never heard a squeak For hungry eyes that could not speak Said even little doggie's have got to eat She was the winner That became the doggie's dinner She never meant that much to me Woe, poor Marie Marie Provost was a movie queen Mysterious angel of the silent screen And run like the wind the nation's young men steam When Marie crossed the silent screen Oh she came out west from New York But when the talkies came Marie just couldn't cope Her public said Marie take a walk All the way back to New York She was the winner That became the doggie's dinner She never meant that much to me But now I see, poor Marie Those twin balms didn't help her sleep As her nights grew long and her days grew bleak It's all downhill once you've passed your peak Mary got ready for that last big sleep The cops came in and they looked around Throwing up everywhere over what they found The handywork of Marie's little dachshund That hungry little dachshund She was the winner That became the doggie's dinner She never meant that much to me Woe, poor Marie Poor Marie, poor Marie, poor poor Marie Poor Marie, poor Marie, poor Marie |
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Well I heard they castrated Castro
I heard they cut off everything he had What a dirty low down thing to do To mess him up like that They dumped him in a jungle In the land of the sugar cane Ever since the day they fiddled around I said he ain’t never been the same I say Oooh-La I say Oooh-La I say Oooh-La Well I heard they castrated Castro Because he was the people’s friend They told him once and they told him twice Said I ain’t gonna tell you again They put a bit of pressure on him That’s when he told them what they could do So the word came down from a northern town "Set up a jungle rendezvous" I say Oooh-La I say Oooh-La We say Oooh-La He had been livin’ in a different world Then he was nutted by reality He had been living in another tree Then he flew down To see what happened I went out to see my sister She was not in So I went and bought a paper Then I returned She was well into the racing On the TV She has never been that fond of me I went and turned her over See I’d been livin’ in a different world Then I was nutted by reality I had been living in another tree Then I flew down To see what happens I was listening to an echo I was impressed Even though I couldn’t see it It was the most I was jumping and a-gleeing at every one I was speaking in a foreign tongue My pleasure gave no pleasure See I’d been livin’ in a different world Then I was nutted by reality I had been barking up another tree Then I flew down To see what happened |
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We're in the heart of the city
Where the alligator roams I'm a little lost lamb Ain't got no place to go I ain't got one penny Just got a shirt on my back I left home in a hurry I ain't never goin' back I'm lookin' for a lover in the heart of the city Well I'm a standin' on the street And I'm a steppin' off the end Yeah I'm lookin' for a lover Lookin' lookin' everywhere Maybe I'm in with a chance I hear a clickety clack There's a girl my Lord I see her stop, check, turn and double back I'm lookin' for a lover in the heart of the city I'm lookin' I'm lookin' I'm lookin' I'm lookin' I'm lookin' lookin' lookin' lookin' everywhere In the heart of the city We're in the heart of the city We're in the heart of the stars I hear the crash of music And a thousand guitars And the boys are on the prowl And they're checkin' on me They know a bird up in the hand Is worth two out on the streets Checkin' on neat in the heart of the city Heart heart of the city Heart heart oh yeah Heart heart of the city Heart heart oh yeah [repeat to fade] |
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from Nick Lowe - Jesus Of Cool (1978)
Well, they went and cut the record, the record hit the chart
And someone in the newspaper said it "was art" Disco Cassanova said "it's heavy on the riff" The local teeny bopper band was playin' it to death They called it rock, they called it rock They called it rock, they called it rock Well, the telephones are ringing, the boys are getting hot They're jetting out to Rio and some other sunny spots Some senoritas say "The singers sound terrific" Their personal appearances are stopping the shops They called it rock, they called it rock They called it rock, they called it rock Hey long distance its a rock and roll romance CBS is going to pay a great big advance Hey Atlantic come on take chance Arista say they "love you but the kids can't dance to it" Well, they cut another record, it never was a hit And someone in the newspaper said it "was shit" The drummer is a bookie, the singer is a whore The bass player's selling 'cause he never would have won They called it rock, they called it rock They called it rock, they called it rock Sing it Hey long distance its a rock and roll romance CBS is going to pay a great big advance Hey Atlantic come on take chance Arista say they "love you but the kids can't dance to it" Well, they cut another record, it never was a hit And someone in the newspaper said it "was shit" The drummer is a bookie, the singer is a whore The bass player's selling 'cause he never would have won They called it rock, they called it rock They called it rock, they called it rock They called it rock, they called it rock They called it rock |
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from Nick Lowe - Jesus Of Cool (1978)
Calling out across the land
Calling every single Roller fan School's been a drag but that's alright 'Cause we're gonna see Woody on stage tonight Gonna see the Rollers. Got a ticket for the Bay City Rollers And everything will be outta sight When Eric strums his Strat at the Rollers show tonight We're gonna shout and make some noise We're gonna really give it to the boys Ian packed it in, but we got Pat McGlynn And so long as he's a Roller, then we'll love him Gonna see the Rollers. Got a ticket for the Bay City Rollers And everything will be outta sight When Les sings "Money" at the Rollers Show tonight Gonna see the Rollers. Got a ticket for the Bay City Rollers And everything will be dynamite When Eric strums his Strat at the Rollers show tonight Gonna see the Rollers. Got a ticket for the Bay City Rollers Gonna see the Rollers. Got a ticket for the Bay City Rollers Gonna see the Rollers. Got a ticket for the Bay City Rollers Gonna see the Rollers. Got a ticket for the Bay City Rollers Gonna see the Rollers. Got a ticket for the Bay City Rollers Gonna see the Rollers. Got a ticket for the Bay City Rollers Gonna see the Rollers. Got a ticket for the Bay City Rollers Gonna see the Rollers. Got a ticket for the Bay City Rollers Gonna see the Rollers. Got a ticket for the Bay City Rollers Gonna see the Rollers. Got a ticket for the Bay City Rollers Gonna see the Rollers. Got a ticket for the Bay City Rollers Gonna see the Rollers. Got a ticket for the Bay City Rollers |
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from Nick Lowe - Basher: The Best Of Nick Lowe (1989)
I remember one night the kid cut off his right arm
In a fit to save a bit of power He got fifty thousand watts In a big acoustic tower Security's so tight tonight Oh they're ready for a tussle Gotta keep your backstage passes 'Cause your promoter had the muscle And so it goes and so it goes And so it goes and so it goes But where it's goin' no one knows And so it goes and so it goes And so it goes and so it goes But where it's goin' no one knows In the tall building sit the head of our nations Worthy men from Spain and Siam All day discussions with the Russians But they still went ahead and vetoed the plan Now up jumped the U.S. representative He's the one with the tired eyes 747 put him in that condition Flyin' back from a peace keepin' mission In the air there's after shave lotion in the wake of a snakey Persian On his arm there's a skin tight vision Wonder why she ain't mine shes his But where it's goin' no one knows |
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from Nick Lowe - Basher: The Best Of Nick Lowe (1989)
We're in the heart of the city
Where the alligator roams I'm a little lost lamb Ain't got no place to go I ain't got one penny Just got a shirt on my back I left home in a hurry I ain't never goin' back I'm lookin' for a lover in the heart of the city Well I'm a standin' on the street And I'm a steppin' off the end Yeah I'm lookin' for a lover Lookin' lookin' everywhere Maybe I'm in with a chance I hear a clickety clack There's a girl my Lord I see her stop, check, turn and double back I'm lookin' for a lover in the heart of the city I'm lookin' I'm lookin' I'm lookin' I'm lookin' I'm lookin' lookin' lookin' lookin' everywhere In the heart of the city We're in the heart of the city We're in the heart of the stars I hear the crash of music And a thousand guitars And the boys are on the prowl And they're checkin' on me They know a bird up in the hand Is worth two out on the streets Checkin' on neat in the heart of the city Heart heart of the city Heart heart oh yeah Heart heart of the city Heart heart oh yeah [repeat to fade] |
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from Nick Lowe - Basher: The Best Of Nick Lowe (1989)
Little Hitler, what you doin'
Is the passion inflamed again, again Little Hitler, where you goin' Is it go go night again tonight Ever searchin' for the action But the action don't want to know I said all along you're a tough one (Little Hitler) Little Hitler, what's the matter now Can't you settle for the center of attention Little Hitler, now I'm serious Let me guess why you knocked me Off your guest list As the world turns At the edge of night And the seed is shot and sown I'll make a Little Hitler of my own (Little Hitler) When the goin' gets tough The tough get goin' Every now and then l can see 'em runnin', runnin' You can talk with them You can be shot with them But you'll get no change Only shootin' at 'em long range See you someday soon (Little Hitler) Selfish pleasure, yeah (Little Hitler) With the one I love (Little Hitler) Now you're not alone...yeah (Little Hitler) With the one I love (Little Hitler) Little Hitler of my own (Little Hitler) |
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from Nick Lowe - Basher: The Best Of Nick Lowe (1989)
Little dariin' don't look away
You don't have to be sad anymore 'Cause * There ain't no reason No single reason in the world Little darlin' please dry your eyes this time Don't you be sad to me like you did before 'Cause * repeat Little darlin' I can understand your pain There's too much confusion goin' round and * repeat No reason in the world (repeat and fade) |
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from Nick Lowe - Basher: The Best Of Nick Lowe (1989)
Once I was a soldier
I rode on a big white horse Silver pistols at my side Carryin' the flags of war And I Iost track of the men who fell In the canon's roar I never got over bein' a soldier Once I was a tax man Collectin' dollars and dimes I heard the rich man grumble I heard the poor man cry Some few couldn't afford to pay Were put to a shackle and key I never got over bein' a tax man Once I was a ruler About twelve inches long Three times me made a yardstick 36 inches high 36 inches high was I 36 inches high I never got over 36 inches high |
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Marie Provost did not look her best
The day the cops bust into her lonely nest In the cheap hotel up on Hollywood West July 29 She'd been lyin' there for two or three weeks The neighbors said they never heard a squeak For hungry eyes that could not speak Said even little doggie's have got to eat She was the winner That became the doggie's dinner She never meant that much to me Woe, poor Marie Marie Provost was a movie queen Mysterious angel of the silent screen And run like the wind the nation's young men steam When Marie crossed the silent screen Oh she came out west from New York But when the talkies came Marie just couldn't cope Her public said Marie take a walk All the way back to New York She was the winner That became the doggie's dinner She never meant that much to me But now I see, poor Marie Those twin balms didn't help her sleep As her nights grew long and her days grew bleak It's all downhill once you've passed your peak Mary got ready for that last big sleep The cops came in and they looked around Throwing up everywhere over what they found The handywork of Marie's little dachshund That hungry little dachshund She was the winner That became the doggie's dinner She never meant that much to me Woe, poor Marie Poor Marie, poor Marie, poor poor Marie Poor Marie, poor Marie, poor Marie |
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I made an American squirm
And it feel so right On the screen was the musical war Deep deep into the night Yes i was spreading In the wonderful world Everything was fine Tried to mate in hot of the state Deep deep into the night It goes on and on and on It goes on and on and on But I thank you for the time Yes, I thank you for the time I killed the time It goes on and on and on It goes on and on and on It goes on and on and on But the funky for the time Yes, I thank you for the time I killed the time I made an American squirm And it feel so right On the screen was the comical time Deep deep into the night Deep deep into the night Deep deep into the night It goes on and on and on |
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from Nick Lowe - Basher: The Best Of Nick Lowe (1989)
Cracking up, I'm getting ready to go
Had enough, I can't take any more No pills that I can take This is too real and there ain't no escape It scare the daylights It make a nightmare I'm tense and I'm nervous Everybody all around me Shakin' hands and sayin' howdie I don't think it's funny no more Cracking up, Like a worn out shoe Ain't wet, but the world leakin' through I'd run, but I find no pace I laugh, but it's wrecking me Wrecking me It make a shiver, it make a shake It make a monster, just like an earthquake Everybody havin' fun I don't know how they can carry on 'Cause I don't think it's funny no more At dead of night time, at crack of dawn It comes upon me without warning If I were a gunman I would shoot I'd tear the hair out by the root I'd make a knife out of a notion All at sea in an ocean of a emotion I don't think it's funny no more I don't think it's funny no more Cracking up I don't think it's funny no more Cracking up I don't think it's funny no more Cracking up I don't think it's funny no more Cracking up I don't think it's funny no more Cracking up |
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from Nick Lowe - Basher: The Best Of Nick Lowe (1989)
Big kick, plain scrap
You better shut that trap Or come and get it. You kick like a mule. You eat like a pig. You drink like a fish. Oh you're a queer one, baby. Oh, when you hold me, in the night On drugs. You're so nice on drugs. Big kick, plain scrap You better cut this crap Or come and get it. You monkey around You playin' with a horse You fish, of course, You're a cheap one, baby. Oh when you kiss me, in the night. On drugs. You're so big on drugs. When you clip me, in the night Yeah, at the Crest Motel On drugs. On drugs. Drugs, drugs. So nice on drugs. Big kick, plain scrap You better cut this crap Or come and get it. You monkey around You playin' with a horse You fish, of course, You're a deep one, baby. Big kick. Big kick, plain scrap. Big kick, big kick, big kick, plain scrap. When you kiss me, In the night. |
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from Nick Lowe - Basher: The Best Of Nick Lowe (1989)
Well here she comes again
Blowing everybody's circuits Girls like that bring a lump to m pocket Everybody says I can never get her l've been a lot of things But I never was a quitter l'm a born fighter l've gotta wriggle for my will now l'm a born fighter How I hate it on a plate Shoe shopping, lapping up the grooms and uppers l don't want to have to get Another pair of hush puppies l keep on lookin at 47-each But one day, l'll be laughing With the lizards on my feet l'm a born fighter l've gotta wriggle for my will now l'm a born fighter Now I hate it on a plate l'm a born fighter l've gotta wriggle for my wili now l'm a born fighier How I hate it on a plate Well in between the pages of the glossy magazines There's a coffee table world I could never ever fit in l shout about how I could never buy it But I stand up and fight For the right to go and try it l'm a born fighter l've gotta wriggle for my will now Said I'm a born fighter How I hate it on a plate I'm a born fighter I've gotta wriggle for my will now l'm a born fighter How I hate it on a plate |
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from Nick Lowe - Basher: The Best Of Nick Lowe (1989)
Switchboard Susan, won't you give me a line?
I need a doctor, give me 999 First time I picked up the telephone I fell in love with your ringing tone I'm a long distance romancer I keep on trying till I get an answer Gimme gimme one more chance She's a greater little operator Switchboard Susan, let me off the hook I've been this way since you give me your look Switchboard Susan, you're all the rage Come on sugar, let's get engaged I'm a long distance romancer I keep on trying till I get an answer Gimme gimme one more chance She's a greater little operator Said I'm a long distance romancer I keep on trying till I get an answer Gimme gimme one more chance She's a greater little operator When I'm near you girl, I get an extension And I don't mean Alexander Graham Bell's invention Switchboard Susan, can we be friends? After six, at weekends I'm a long distance romancer I keep on trying till I get an answer Gimme gimme one more chance She's a greater little operator She's a greater little operator Hey babe, you're number's great 38-27-38 Oh you bring a smile to my dial Oh you're great, operator's great |
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from Nick Lowe - Basher: The Best Of Nick Lowe (1989)
Without love, I am half human
Without love, l'm a machine Without love, there's nothing doin' l will die without love Without love I am an island All by myself in a heartbreak sea Without love there's no denying I am dying without iove Oh there is nowhere I can run And there is no hiding place Sticking out iike a sore thumb By the gloomy look Upon my face Without love l'm incomplete Without love, I am not whole Without love, l'm barely on my feet l'm a dying without love Oh there is nowhere I can run And there is no hiding place Sticking out like a sore thumb By the gloomy look Upon my face Without love l'm incomplete Without love, I am no whole Without love, l'm barely on my feet l am dying without love l am dying without love Oh yes i'm dying without love |
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from Nick Lowe - Basher: The Best Of Nick Lowe (1989)
Oh, I can't take another heartache
Though you say you're my friend I'm at my wits' end You say your love is bonafide But that don't coincide With the things that you do And when I ask you to be nice, you say You've gotta be cruel to be kind in the right measure Cruel to be kind, it's a very good sign Cruel to be kind means that I love you, baby (You've gotta be cruel) You've gotta be cruel to be kind Well, I do my best to understand, dear But you still mystify And I want to know why I pick myself up off the ground To have you knock me back down Again and again And when I ask you to explain, you say You've gotta be cruel to be kind in the right measure Cruel to be kind, it's a very good sign Cruel to be kind means that I love you, baby (You've gotta be cruel) You've gotta be cruel to be kind (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Well, I do my best to understand, dear But you still mystify And I want to know why I pick myself up off the ground To have you knock me back down Again and again And when I ask you to explain, you say You've gotta be cruel to be kind in the right measure Cruel to be kind, it's a very good sign Cruel to be kind means that I love you, baby (You've gotta be cruel) You've gotta be cruel to be kind (Cruel to be kind) Oh, in the right measure (Cruel to be kind) Yeah, it's a very, very, very good sign (Cruel to be kind) It means that I love you, baby (You've gotta be cruel) You've gotta be cruel to be kind (Cruel to be kind) Oh, in the right measure (Cruel to be kind) Yes, it's a very, very, very good sign (Cruel to be kind) It means that I love you, baby (You've gotta be cruel) You've gotta be cruel to be kind (Cruel to be kind) Oh, in the right measure (Cruel to be kind) Yes, it's a very, very, very good sign |
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from Nick Lowe - Basher: The Best Of Nick Lowe (1989)
Heart, why are you pounding
like a hammer Heart, why are you beating like a drum Heart, why do you make such a commotion When I'm waiting for my baby to come Oh heart, don't do it if it's not the real thing Heart, I get so easily deceived Heart, there is no other I can turn to If not you, heart, then who can I believe * Oh heart, there must be no mistake Beware, special care from the start Oh heart, though I'm glad For the first bit of love we've had Make certain or else you're gonna break Heart, you motor of emotion Heart, you've never been like this before Heart, at first I thought that you were joking But I know deep down in you that you're sure * repeat Oh heart, heart, heart I said heart (Repeat and fade) |
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from Nick Lowe - Basher: The Best Of Nick Lowe (1989)
You'd better run
you'd better hide You'd better lock you house and keep the kids inside. Here come the twentieth century's latest scam he's a half a boy and half a ma) He ain't a fool but he's a tool Because his left don't know what his right hand's doin'. He'd keep a King Kong eating out of the palm of his hand Now he's a half a boy and half a man. Or else the S.P.G. 's gonna clear the streets. They never made no provision in the original plan for half a boy and half a man Oh when his fingers do the walking in the middle of the night. When his people stalk in baby let me tell you nothing comes out right. Best be fleet up on your feet . . . Oh when his fingers do the walking in the middle of the night . . . You'd better run you'd better hide . . . He's a half a boy and half a man he's a half a boy and half a man He's a half a boy and half a man - come on. |
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from Nick Lowe - Basher: The Best Of Nick Lowe (1989)
I got seven nights to rock
I got seven nights to roll Seven nights, I'm gonna have a whirl Seven nights with a different girl Seven nights to rock I got seven nights to roll Monday, at sister Suzy's ball Tuesday, at the old dance hall Wednesday, at the road house inn Thursday, at the lion's den Friday, at the chatter box Saturday and Sunday, everybody rocks Seven nights to rock I got seven nights to roll Seven nights, I'm gonna have a whirl Seven nights with a different girl Seven nights to rock I got seven nights to roll I got seven nights to rock I got seven nights to roll I got seven nights, I'm gonna show my face With a different chick and in a different place Seven nights to rock Seven nights to roll Monday, I'm gonna rock with Jane Tuesday, it's gonna be Lorraine Wednesday, I'm taking Nancy Lee Thursday, it's Betty Lou and me Friday, I'm gonna jive with Sue Saturday and Sunday, any chick will do Seven nights to rock I got seven nights to roll Seven nights, I'm gonna show my face With a different chick and in a different place Seven nights to rock I got seven nights to roll |
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from Nick Lowe - Basher: The Best Of Nick Lowe (1989)
From my humble point of view
She don't love nobody Nothin' borrowed, nothin' blue She don't love nobody Behind the green eyes I detect She don't love nobody Her heart no kiss could resurrect She don't love nobody All of her life She's been told to hang on tight There's a man who'd make her his wife But she's not interested in anything mama said She throws passion to the wind She don't love nobody She don't give out but she don't give in She don't love nobody And if I could I'd make her mine But she don't love nobody And she would never walk that line She don't love nobody All of my life I've been told to hang on tight There's a girl who'd be my wife But I'm not interested in anything mama said I want the girl who does not need She don't love nobody She's the one my heart receives She don't love nobody She don't love nobody She don't love nobody She don't love nobody She don't love nobody She don't love nobody She don't love nobody |
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from Nick Lowe - Basher: The Best Of Nick Lowe (1989)
Taking nothing but his daddy's old bone-grip knife
He traded but a little for the wayward life A faint heart never won fair hand So says the Rose of England From a-high on a hill came the clarion call To game young men, come one, come all Make muster 'gainst the foreign hand That's raised to the Rose of England For her feckless boy she did weep and wail Saying, Lord have mercy where did I fail? Out my belly, then pick up a gun And fall for the Rose of England God knows it's a cold outside It's a fire by day and a freeze by night I know it's a hell out there How loud the mouth when the heart don't care He's damned if he don't, and damned if he do He'd die if he ever found out we knew Hot potato, drop it and run Far from the Rose of England |
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from Nick Lowe - Basher: The Best Of Nick Lowe (1989)
Well the bride looked a picture
In the gown that her mama wore When she was married herself Nearly 27 years before They had to change the style a little But it looked just fine Stayed up all night But they got it finished just in time Now on the arm of her daddy She's walkin' down the aisle I see her catch my eye And give me a secret smile Maybe it's too old fashioned But we once were close friends Oh but the way that she looks today She never could've then Well I can see her now In her tight blue jeans Pumpin all her money In the record machine Spinnin' like a top You should have seen her go [Chorus:] I knew the bride When she used to rock'n'roll I knew the bride When she used to rock'n'roll I knew the bride When she used to rock'n'roll I knew the bride When she used to rock'n'roll Well her proud daddy Only wanna give his little girl the best An so he ut down a grand On a cosy ittle lover's nest You could have called her reception An unqualified success At a flash hotel For a 150 guests Well take a look at the bridegroom Smillin' pIeased as pie Shakin' hands all around With a glassy look in his eye He got a real good job An his shirt and tie is nice But I remember a time When she never would've looked at him twice Well I can see her now Drinkin' with the boys Breakin' their hearts Like they were toys She used to do the pony Used to do the stroll [Chorus] Well I can see her now With her Walkman on Jumpin' up and down To her favorite song I still remember when she used to Want to make a lot of noise Hoppin' and a boppin' With the street corner boys She used to want to party Used to want to go |
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from Nick Lowe - Basher: The Best Of Nick Lowe (1989)
Well you can get a hand
There's one to be had They're all working on the other side of town Tonight must be the night Everybody's set their sights And the lovers jamboree is where they're bound Well, everybody will find someone Someone's looking out for me So I'm shutting up the shop Let the loving never stop You can drop me at the lovers jamboree Let me tell ya... There's something in the air That's kicking back despair What a strange thing, I'm feeling good tonight The gangs and wrecking crews Have all declared a truce As the lovers jamboree begins to [bite] Well now, everybody's got to get there And I'll be taking two 'f our friends Tell the left man be so kind Not to call if he don't mind He'll find me at the lovers jamboree Let me tell ya... Well now, everybody's got to get there And I'll be taking two 'f our friends Tell the postman hold my mail Or redirect it to the jail Tell the Hebrew and the Greek To get the God up good and steep Tell the meek the mild the [hoax in] lame The sisters of mercy, they're shrouded in flame The Church and him are sharing the blame For the lovers jamboree For the lovers jamboree The lovers jamboree |
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