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24 Hours
few true cares have I as the world turns round I was blind but now I'm still blind too few cares have I as the world turns sour I was blind but now I'm still blind I liked you for 24 hours in your house and when the time has come to live again I shall and I liked you for 24 hours in your house and now the time has come to live again I shall I liked you but that was before why me? I never knew then and I don't know now o the things you do all come back to you that's why I hung back but I'll say what I like now |
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from The Sundays - Blind (2005)
Blood on my hands
when people say it's sad you know it can't be bad and on any other day I'd be soul destroyed but now I can't afford to listen to a word they say and of all the times we had o the ultimate late night didn't taste right true words that I should know blood on my hands when you looked around I couldn't be found a crime's a crime, I'll have to pay now I find that I'm thigh deep too young for the worst of my mind you whispered behind me "if I may make so bold" call it young & wild but I ran a mile in a minute and there's no going back true words that I should know blood on my hands when you looked around I couldn't be found a crime's a crime, I'll have to pay true words I said to myself as the wind chilled my bones "home alone, you call that a late night?" when people say you're dead you know you caught their eye and on any other day I'd be soul destroyed but that's just not the way now I don't mind telling you nothing is quite what it seems true words that I should know must have been blood on my hands when you look around I couldn't be found a crime's a crime but I don't mind true words that I should know well but surely by now I could say to myself "the days are getting longer so I better get stronger fast" surely by now? |
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from The Sundays - Blind (2005)
God Made Me
looking for an insult there's a trickle in my head seeing it's worth the effort I forgive myself talks that we had are becoming a blur if only I could love my neighbour waiting here for the next time with a bottle in my hand doing it for the exercise I forget myself the face thet you had is becoming a blur but how was I supposed to know that? because God made me that's all they told me before and how about you? and it's off to work we go now you can forget about a labour of love it just won't wash anymore we'd love to be good but we'd rather be bad but how was I supposed to know that? because God made me that's all they told me before and how about you? because God made people that was the luck of the draw we do what we want God made me that's what they told me before who knows what they'll say today? because God made me for his sins imagine my eyes when I first saw we can do what we want how could I know? how could I know about it? |
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from The Sundays - Blind (2005)
Goodbye
I vow that it's goodbye and God bless why did we have to assume we're exactly the same? o no, talking about yourself I vow that it's goodbye to the old ways those stories were a good read they were dumb as well I could never be seen falling down on my knees crawling o no, talk about a sell o as the heavens shudder baby I belong to you o they said you get what you deserve and all they said was true so is this what it's come to? am I cold or just a little bit warm? o well give me an easy life and a peaceful death |
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from The Sundays - Blind (2005)
I Feel
I feel fine... don't wake me up yet o the young & the old they get everything & it's my turn I'm here, I'm someone to know I'm calling the tune but I'm losing the words laughingly I take the fevered applause of the people by the riverside I'm walking, walking on water God knows why I'm losing the words I am a man well nearly celebrate life, be good to yourself don't wake me like that I was dreaming & I'd rather carry on give me a love & hate on both my hands I'll show you what I'm made of wasting my breath when I say that don't wake me like that I was dreaming & I'm tired of everyone here's hoping that you'll go now so long leave me alone give me a love & hate on both my hands I'll show you what I'm made of wasting my breath when I say that love hates a pair of hands that's where I began just be good, good to yourself I feel fine don't wake me up yet cos I feel tired don't be like that we don't need to work any more now open that ground up and slip down |
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Love
picture myself as a thin white child back to the day I was born on they slapped me into line as it crossed my mind I've felt better I've felt worse this is my life and it's all very well but never again as they say "we've been robbed" and don't you know that this time love, just love yourself like no one else love, it's enough they can say what they like but they still can't take that distance myself from the things I'd like but everyone has something I need don't let me wake up & find all those others leaving me behind if you don't have a clue about life then I'm happy to say neither have I although I'm not going to shrug my shoulders & suck my thumb this time cos there's something I deserve love, just love yourself like no one else love, it's enough they can say what they like but they still can't take that picture my house in a postcard town picture a bomb in the sky history at the door who could ask for more? I've felt better so kill me with love just love yourself like no one else time's so scarce where I come from let them say what they like cos they still can't take your love |
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from The Sundays - Blind (2005)
Medicine
dig down to the earth here outside lose my mind here any day now don't be sad, we're only half way there o no, that's what I call home you remember the hills we slithered down "I'm not going anywhere" you lied hell on my own hell here on my own and don't go imagining that time is medicine mark those days & swallow your pills proud of my wise head on young shoulders too bad there was nothing there at all hell on my own hell here on my own and it was such a really cold hand I held as the wind sighed "I'm not going & how could I lie?" just be glad there's no way back there I need another look at before though heaven knows how I'd ever make my way back there and I need another look at before although heaven knows how I'd ever make my way back there now I know it's hopeless and I realise it's nowhere hell here on my own |
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from The Sundays - Blind (2005)
More
burning questions we are told they've gone out time you learned your lesson we all know that tell me boys are you out there? the flesh is weak & the mind slow by now, you could say there's a problem and it rained down on me and it seemed to get into me it poured down over me I'm wet through but I still want more peace love now what? don't go telling me you've had them o delighted, we all know we won't be alive any more and by now you could say there's a problem and it rained down on me and it seemed to get into me I'm soaked to my skin I'm wet through I really ought to be in will you let me have a sign? and somebody ought to reply we'll take anything at all understand me? fun times we have known that's what we're like we've just taken them all and I still don't remember how I got home don't tell me where we're going now I know we won't be alive any more |
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from The Sundays - Blind (2005)
On Earth
and she's walking on the edge of a knife and she knows it's the death of her Sarah you live & you learn you're invisible and she's walking on the edge of a crowd late at night you can never tell town from town sounds of England swallow you down makes you want to laugh could a heaven on earth be ours here & now? and she says "what's in my palm? read between the lines give me something to savour can you do that? cos I'll believe anything and I say when you're hoping for some more from your life shouldn't wonder you've had enough and in my town sounds of England swallow you down and a heaven on earth is all ours but not now I tell you when a heaven on earth is all ours come on down |
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What do you think?
I need a night off but I'll take all year will you take any message? I need a night off I can't stay here I'm sure to find a way out of this I need a night off just read my lips are you getting the message? I'm sick as a dog but I'll just say this you're as sick as I am so what do you think about me? what do you think about me? everyone around me is driving me mad here I go along this road feeling I don't want to slow down these days of obsession I need a night off because life's too dear let me show you my photographs see me work, see me rest see me play o I'm sure I had it better back then so what do you think about me? I couldn't live without me but everything about me is driving me mad here I go along this road feeling I don't want to slow run so hard, I lose my breath one thing I don't want to know now these days of obsession delirious and uncertain still and will they always stay uncertain still? |
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from The Sundays - Reading, Writing And Arithmetic (2003)
a certain someone
live your life, have your say read your stars, day by day if I could have anything in the world for free I wouldn't share it with anyone else but me oh, live your life, go your way and I said oh no live your life, stake your claim wash your clothes, change your name ooh, and I said oh, no, no if I could have anything in the world for free I wouldn't share it with anyone else but me ooh, ah.... you're too twisted by half.... but that's far enough so live your life, build a home and fill it full of flowers and a bottle of old cologne yeah, if I could have anything in the world for free I wouldn't share it with anyone else but me except perhaps a certain someone except perhaps a certain someone except perhaps a certain someone just to be shown another way out you're too twisted by half..... but that's far enough oh, I'd be careful living in a block of flats and I never take the lift to the top no I never take the lift to the top Ah, you're too twisted by half but that's far enough take a swim round, take a look down I'll never believe what we've found we figured it out, we figured it out we lived in a house, in a cold room |
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from The Sundays - Reading, Writing And Arithmetic (2003)
give me a story and give me a bed
give me possessions oh love luck and money they go to my head like wildfire it's good to have something to live for you'll find live for tomorrow live for a job and a perfect behind, high time England my country the home of the free, such miserable weather but England's as happy as England can be why cry and did you know desire's a terrible thing the worst that I could find and did you know desire's a terrible thing but I rely on mine, a-ah England my country the home of the free, such miserable weather but England's as happy as England can be why cry and did you know desire's a terrible thing the worst that I could find and did you know desire's a terrible thing but I rely on mine did you know desire's a terrible thing it makes the world go blind but if desire, desire's a terrible thing you know that I really don't mind and it's my life and though I can't be sure what I want any more it will come to me later well it's my life.... and it's my life and though I can't be sure if I want any more it will come to me later... ah, yeah |
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from The Sundays - Reading, Writing And Arithmetic (2003)
people I know places I go
make me feel tongue tied I can see how people look down they're on the inside here's where the story ends people I see, weary of me showing my good side I can see how people look down I'm on the outside here's where the story ends ooh here's where the story ends it's that little souvenir of a terrible year which makes my eyes feel sore oh I never should have said the books that you read were all I loved you for it's that little souvenir of a terrible year which makes me wonder why & it's the memories of the shed that make me turn red surprise surprise surprise crazy I know, places I go make me feel so tired I can see how people look down I'm on the outside oh here's where the story ends ooh here's where the story ends it's that little souvenir of a terrible year which makes my eyes feel sore & who ever would've thought the books that you brought were all I loved you for oh the devil in me said go down to the shed I know where I belong but the only thing I ever really wanted to say was wrong, was wrong, was wrong it's that little souvenir of a colorful year which makes me smile inside so I cynically, cynically say the world is that way surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise here's where the story ends ooh here's where the story ends |
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from The Sundays - Reading, Writing And Arithmetic (2003)
I kicked a boy
when the weather's fine, when it's sunny outside think about the time I kicked a boy 'til he cried oh, I could've been wrong, but I don't think I was he's such a child when I am alone, I remember so well how merrily I tripped a boy so he fell oh I could've been wrong, but I don't think I was he's totally wild and I've been wondering lately just who's gonna save me now I have a cold, and no story to tell I'd marry you but I'm so unwell and I could've been wrong well I don't think I was he's totally wild and I've been wondering lately just who's gonna save me yes you should've been wise oh hysterical child where'd you learn to do that |
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from The Sundays - Reading, Writing And Arithmetic (2003)
I won
ooh, let me take a candle to a cellar tonight and I'd like to take some matches there and set it alight I can, cos I've seen those kind of places before ooh, I'd like to have a party in a cellar tonight and I'd love to have a party but it wouldn't be right I shan't, cos I've seen those kind of people before I won the war in the sitting room I won the war but it cost me I won the war and I feel proud but I don't know why it's hard to get to sleep in my house ooh, I have to pull the blankets up to cover my head and I have to pull the blankets right up but I don't know why it's hard to get to sleep in my house well you keep following the feel of the fire it's not difficult to see that you're young and selfish, and liberty and money, don't go let me take a candle to a cellar tonight and you should see the parties we've had before give me the time, give me the time give me your watchword, give me whatever you like (soon we'll be free) I won the war in the sitting room I won the war but it cost me I won the war and I feel proud but God only knows why it's hard to get to sleep in my house ooh (supercilious smile) ooh (you're supercilious so....) well you keep following the feel of fire it's not difficult to see that you're beautiful and young, and critical of nothing and you keep following the feel of fire it's not difficult to see that you're beautiful and young, but liberty and money, don't go |
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from The Sundays - Reading, Writing And Arithmetic (2003)
joy
the Lone Ranger sold his wardrobe the Lone Ranger sold his bad dog well you saw him and you could hardly know cos times change.... I know some days he's more than humble on some days he's cold and mad, mad as hell well you saw him and you can hardly know it's so strange.... and well I, I know those lakes of golden water those lakes of gold are all running out well you saw him and you could hardly know it's so strange... and well I, I know joy, joy, joy work, work, work harder sure as the hours joy, joy, joy work, work, work harder you say |
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from The Sundays - Reading, Writing And Arithmetic (2003)
my finest hour
when the world, it shows me up my clothes, they show me up I never knew this before the finest hour that I've ever known was finding a pound on the Underground when my words came stumbling out then I went tumbling out I've never been hit before the finest hour that I've ever known was finding a pound on the Underground and I keep hoping you are the same as me and I'll send you letters and come to your house for tea we are who we are, what do the others know but poetry is not for me, so show me the way to go (home) when the words came stumbling out of my mouth and I went tumbling out (here, no no, no no) but I keep hoping you are the same as me and I'll send you letters and come to your house for tea we are who we are, what do the others know but poetry is not for me, so show me the way to go oh, I'm going home but I'll keep hoping you are the only one yes, and I'll send you letters, oh, wouldn't it be such fun oh, we are who we are, whatever the others say but poetry is not for me, as much as I'd like to stay oh, I just want to go home you're, you're, you're too young should've been, you, you're, you're too young it should've been, you too, you're too, you're too young it should've been, you, you, you're too young you should've been... safe here bribed the judge and then sat down ooh, you're, you're, you're too young |
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from The Sundays - Reading, Writing And Arithmetic (2003)
where's the harm in voicing a doubt
you'll find me in the lavatory and where's the harm in talking out loud when I'm on my own what's so wrong with reading my stars when I'll be in the lavatory and what is so wrong with counting the cars when I'm all alone you're not the only one that I know and I'm too proud to talk to you anyway you're not the only one that I know and I'm far too proud to talk to you any day so I say I'm in love with the world and what is so wrong with voicing a doubt when I'm on my own it's perfectly fine to sleep in a chair from Monday 'til Saturday and what is so wrong with talking out loud when I'm all alone you're not the only one that I know and I'm too proud to talk to you anyway you're, you're not the only one that I know but I'm far too proud to talk to you any day so they rode out west to the seaside and they gladly decided to stay after two hours wandering outside ooh the sea air drove them away, yeah you're not the only one that I know and I'm too proud to talk to you anyway you're not the only one that I know and I'm far too proud to talk to you any day you're not the only one but I'm far too proud you're (son) you're young but I know, I know, I know, I know I'm far too proud to talk to you any day but if you do, don't you know that I don't mind, no, no, no |
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from The Sundays - Static & Silence (1997)
another flavour
fashion - the timing's all wrong they taste another flavour and pretty soon you're gone fashion - this time it's too late you knew you'd have to pay for this one day he loves me now - he loves me not- he loves me once again usual story, another surprise (ooh yeah, ooh yeah) fashion - this time it's alright they tickle you with a feather they tell you you're sublime turn on - to each their own usual story, another surprise (ooh yeah, ooh yeah) fashion - the timing was wrong your friends are fair weather you knew it all along turn on - to each their own it's doing my mind in another surprise (ooh yeah, ooh yeah...) don't let them black you out for the evening sad-happy sufferer no no no don't let them crack you try not to feel it as long as they're watching your show this time |
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from The Sundays - Static & Silence (1997)
cry
and I'm standing on a platform now I'm staring from a train and all the trees roll back beside but I'm so oblivious to the dark to the light it's all the same you gave me so much and now it's of the earth and it makes me cry (it makes me cry, it makes me cry) it can make me cry and you're standing here beside me in a picture in a frame and your voice could never fade it's so familiar things you said in my head every day you gave me so much and now it's of the earth and it makes me cry (it makes me cry, it makes me cry) and it can make me cry you're with me so much though you're never with me anymore and it makes me cry (it makes me cry, it makes me cry) it can make me cry (oh it makes me cry, it makes me cry) (yeah it makes me cry, it can make me cry) |
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from The Sundays - Static & Silence (1997)
folk song
summer sky and a throat bone dry and the fields are all gold dusty lane with a song in my brain and it stoned me to my soul I climb higher move towards the fire.....blaze sun silver trees and a whispering breeze are my sight and my sound the thought of heaven couldn't drag me from the path when I'm wandering here alone I climb higher move towards the fire.... so blaze sun watch until it dies slow falling from the sky pale fading sun |
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from The Sundays - Static & Silence (1997)
homeward
You've stolen my heart and I want you to remember now what'll I do? living alone you've stolen my heart and it hurts me to remember now where'll I go to? living alone and a butterfly in the wind is drifting like I do it's dumb - I know what I want to say but I can't even take one breath as night falls I hear voices on the radio (ooh) I'll follow their dreams and wake up alone and a butterfly in the wind is drifting like I do it's dumb - I know what I want to say but I can't even take one breath so now still burning silently away a storm without the thunder |
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from The Sundays - Static & Silence (1997)
lying awake dead of night and eyes that never close
flowers decay - a still life calls for a change I can징짱t wait, forever miles away dead of night and it징짱s quiet as the grave when there징짱s more in your head than you find in your life calls for a change I can징짱t wait, forever and the days and the hours and the years keep turning in my mind I징짱ve been waiting forever |
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from The Sundays - Static & Silence (1997)
leave this city
gone forever, the writing on the wall they've boarded-up the cinema strawberry dreams and the dust-filled beams shut down in a modern town see you walking, see you talking recollection on streets you used to know forgotten pleasure smoulder images fade but the town won't let them go sleepwalking, see you talking feel the city inside you (ooh) leave this city behind you drive wherever the roads will take you to down beside a river frozen brown January days and their scarecrow trees so cold - feel your ears burn see you walking, see you talking feel the city inside you (ooh) leave this city behind you past and present they converge on every side the wires all get tangled when now and then collide bittersweet taste of a time and another place before sleep walking, see you talking feel the city inside you (ooh) feel this city define you (yeah) leave this city behind you |
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from The Sundays - Static & Silence (1997)
monochrome
it's 4 in the morning July in ?9 me and my sister we crept down like shadows they're bringing the moon right down to our sitting room static and silence and a monochrome vision they're dancing around slow puppets silver ground and the world is watching with joy we hear a voice from above and it's history and we stayed awake all night and something is said and the whole room laughs aloud me and my sister looking on like shadows the end of an age as we watched them walk in a glow lost in space, but I don't know where it is they're dancing around slow puppets silver ground and the stars and stripes in the sand we hear a voice from above and it's history and we stayed awake all night they're dancing around it sends a shiver down my spine and I run to look in the sky and I half expect to hear them asking to come down (oh) will they fly or will they fall? to be excited by a long late night |
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from The Sundays - Static & Silence (1997)
she
she's all weak and her heart beats so she can't speak with the lights so low just to be one of a crowd feet scuttling across the floor spinning lights round and round it's adolescent war she craves noise and the music blares girl calls to a boy (and my heart is true, oh to you) he just stands and stares just to be one of a crowd feet scuttling across the floor spinning lights round and round and it's adolescent war shoes grind kick like crazy and arms tangling up with hair shaking them up and down again and hearts pounding everywhere she slows down has the music gone or has she stayed too long? |
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from The Sundays - Static & Silence (1997)
summertime Do some people wind up with the one that they adore in a heart-shaped hotel room it's what a heart is for the bubble floats so madly will it stay sky-high? Hello partner, kiss your name bye-bye ooh sometimes... romantic piscean seeks angel in disguise chinese-speaking girlfriend big brown eyes liverpudlian lady, sophisticated male hello partner, tell me love can't fail & it's you and me in the summertime we'll be hand in hand down in the park with a squeeze & a sigh & that twinkle in your eye & all the sunshine banishes the dark do some people wind up with the one that they abhor in a distant hell-hole room, the third world war but all I see is films where colourless despair meant angry young men with immaculate hair ooh sometimes... Get up a voice inside says there's no time for looking down only a pound a word & you're talking to the town but how do you coin the phrase though that will set your soul apart just to touch a lonely heart & it's you & me in the summertime we'll be hand down in the park with a squeeze & a sigh & that twinkle in your eye & all the sunshine banishes the dark & it's you I need in the summertime as I turn my white skin red two peas from the same pod yes we are or have I read too much fiction? Is this how it happens? How does it happen? Is this how it happens? Now, right now |
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from The Sundays - Static & Silence (1997)
over the rooftops a plane in the sky
beat of a bass drum cars passing me by under a bridge dark then back into light a river of raincoats and a forest of faces still for a moment then red into green slow shuffling shoes whisper sight unseen row upon row of houses return an empty stare let the daydream for a little while longer ah.. yeah... hope I'll never wake when I'm thinking about you (yeah) hope I'll never wake cos now I'm thinking about you two-minute hailstorm then melts into rain (oh) sing me a rainbow it's sunny again swallows overhead while the traffic snarls below could I (could I) keep dreaming for a little while longer hope I'll never wake when I'm thinking about you so that you know - I never want to wake cos now I'm thinking about you when you're searching your soul when you're searching for pleasure how often, pain is all you find but when you're coasting along and nobody's trying too hard you can turn around and like where you are (Yeah and) I hope I never wake when I'm thinking about you and I close my eyes (dear) now I'll never never wake why should I stop thinking about you |
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from The Sundays - Static & Silence (1997)
your eyes
you ask me why I'll tell you then two worlds collide we bury them we're far too drunk to see these things as they are you painted me and I sat quite still a tiny room in Notting Hill it was far too dark to look at things as they are I've seen the light vanish out of your eyes (aah oh no, from your eyes, aah oh) so goodbye you tell me now I'm young and wild you spare the rod and you spoil the child I'd love to stay but I think I'm off to Japan anyway I've seen the light vanish out of your eyes (aah oh no, from your eyes, aah oh) so goodbye (from your eyes, aah oh no, where has it gone?) your eyes have lost their shine |
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