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from Catatonia - Equally Cursed And Blessed (1999)
The sun is shining
We should be making hay But we're dead from the waist down Like in California Victory is emrty There are lessons in defeat But we're dead from the waist down We are sleeping on our feet We stole the songs from birds in trees Bought us time on easy street Now our paths, they never meet We chose to court and flatter greed, ego disposability I caught a glimpse, and it's not me Make hay not war Make hay not war Make hay not war Or else we're done for And we're d from the w down There's no contracts binding No bad scene beyond repair But when you're dead from the waist down You're too far gone to even care We stole the songs from birds in trees Bought us time on easy street Now our paths, they never meet We chose to court and flatter greed, ego disposability I caught a glimpse, and it's not me Make hay not war Make hay not war Make hay not war Or else we're done for And we're d from the w down The sun is shining |
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from Catatonia - Equally Cursed And Blessed (1999)
London never sleeps, it just sucks
the life out of me and the money from my pocket London always creeps, showbiz hugs the life out of me have some dignity honey Euston, Paddington, train station please make the red lights turn green endlessly My black cab rolls through the neon disease Endlessly, endlessly London never sleeps, it just sucks the life out of me Have some dignity honey Sushi bars, wet fish, it just sucks the life out of me and the money from my pocket Euston, Paddington, train station please make the red lights turn green endlessly My black cab rolls through the neon disease Endlessly, endlessly I come alive outside the M25 I won't drink the poison Thames I'll chase the sun out west Londinium Euston, Paddington, train station please Make the red lights turn green endlessly My black cab rolls through the neon disease Endlessly, endlessly I come alive I come alive |
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from Catatonia - Equally Cursed And Blessed (1999)
He came on ecclesiastically
His sermon loud and bold And I got hold of spiritual healing His eloquence, magnificent I didn't stand for long And there I learnt how prayer can be misguiding But I'm a good girl Oh I'm a good girl I'm a good girl They recommended counselling But I don't need to talk I don't get off on communal changing I'm better bred, much better led Leave my keys at home But brace yourselves for industrial cleavage Cos I'm a good girl Oh I'm a good girl I'm good girl If you live a lie you'll die a liar If you live a lie you'll die a liar Pants on fire Joan of Arc, come kiss my art Leave a charcoal mark There's so much more to solitary refinement Cos I'm a good girl Oh I'm a good girl I'm a good girl If you live a lie you'll die a liar |
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from Catatonia - Equally Cursed And Blessed (1999)
Her treasured chest was sunken
Equally cursed and blessed In her Versace dress Too eager too impress A vision filled her soap sud hell Twin tub on spin Lets all her daydreams in And how she wants away from him She's on it She's a millionaire She's on it She's got it She's a millionaire High street prams Chariot scene from Ben Hur Push chair rage A customised roll bar cage Will help baby come of age So what's in the pram Is it teen death? Bazooka the check-out queue There's no need to argue About who was in front of who She's on it She's a millionaire She's on it She's got it She's a millionaire The ad begs "Buy bottled water" But we know that it tastes of piss Should be getting our tampons free DIY gynaecology She's on it She's a millionaire She's on it She's got it She's a millionaire |
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from Catatonia - Equally Cursed And Blessed (1999)
Storm the palace
Storm the palace Turn it into a bar Let them work in Spar Storm the palace Storm the palace Turn it into flats Make them all ex-pats Coz tourism is congestion Tourism is congestion Storm the palace Storm the palace You can stick your OBE I'll sort out your bad Feng Shui Coz tourism is congestion Tourism is congestion Storm the palace |
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from Catatonia - Equally Cursed And Blessed (1999)
Tedium is overcome
From obscurity, through melody And when I'm blind it helps me See through your key No one can touch, no need to rush Presented by my alibi When I'm down it brings me round So easily I'll be a karaoke queen, it's not me you see I'm gonna take you down to a place I know you'd rather be It's just a three minute song It doesn't last very long But it'll take you to a place I know you'd rather be Hey you can dance Oooh sha la la la la la la Common sense has excuses Recklessness, its uses But don't go fusing silence with charisma At nine o'clock you can count on me And when I'm up I'm ready Tonight I'm gonna be I'll be a karaoke queen, it's not me you see I'm gonna take you down to a place I know you'd rather be It's just a three minute song It doesn't last very long But it'll take you to a place I know you'd rather be Where you can dance I'm doomed to fail The stage gives way It's an apostrophe to my legacy But though I'm bruised I'll happily do it all again At 10 o'clock don't wait up for me Coz when I'm up I'm ready Tonight I'm gonna be Matthew! I'll be a karaoke queen, it's not me you see I'm gonna take you down to a place I know you'd rather be It's just a three minute song It doesn't last very long But it'll take you to a place I know you'd rather be And you an dance if you want to Show appreciation But step up to the mic for the full sensation And you can dance And you can dance And you can dance And you can ooh la la la ooh sha la la la And you can ooh la la la ooh sha la la la |
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from Catatonia - Equally Cursed And Blessed (1999)
I thought we'd escape
I packed a fishing line and counted on it I thought we'd escape I packed a fishing line and counted on it But dreaming is for moonrise And moonlight ails these tired eyes I treat him like a lady I treat him as I would he unto me Give Rose rose-seller a run for her money With silicone and poetry But it's the end of me I thought it could change I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange I couldn't get there Behind his wall of Sunday papers I thought it could change I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange But dreaming is for moonrise And moonlight ails these tired eyes I treat him like a lady I treat him as I would he unto me Give Rose rose-seller a run for her money With silicone and poetry And it's the end of me Here I am Here I am And here I stand Here in my kitchen where I'm familiar with every brand Here I am A front line with labels where I witness custards last stand Here I am |
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from Catatonia - Equally Cursed And Blessed (1999)
Never meant you no harm
Never meant you no harm, yeh yeh Never spun you no yarn Never spun you no yarn, yeh yeh And she'll go yeh, where he goes, yeh We all go where nobody knows our name If I step out of line I'll step out of line, yeh yeh Over land over sea One step two to Ynys free And she'll go yeh, where he goes, yeh We all go where nobody knows our name And don't cry if crying means you're sorry Whatever the case I always felt out of place As a matter of fact I always felt like that around you I'm disinclined to toe the line Under your thumb where I've become unwanted So pick your way down to the sea Pick your way to the sea, yeh yeh It's not the tide you gotta watch it's me Not the tide you got it's me, yeh yeh And she'll go yeh, where he goes, yeh We all go where nobody knows our name And she'll go yeh, where he goes, yeh We all go where nobody knows our name Where nobody knows our name |
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from Catatonia - Equally Cursed And Blessed (1999)
Somebody told me you?d found new bonhomie
Going places you?d never go with me I felt myself become a bitter old shrew Oh, I?d have bitten you in two if you would let me I?d look deadly as a nun Martyrdom does not become me I?ll find love in vanity Somebody told me you?d found places to go New people to know, new ladies and so I felt myself become a bitter old shrew I?d have bitten her in two if you would let me So if I don?t laugh what do I do? If I don?t laugh and see this through I shouldn?t even think of you Allow me one extravagance Before they come and ban me And let me shoot the messenger So help me God they talk so much This knowledge ain?t my business But I hang on his every word God speed his journey back to Hell I might retreat singing But all I hear is you Just give me one more shot of gin I?ll scream along to anything Just let me shoot the messenger |
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from Catatonia - Equally Cursed And Blessed (1999)
Everything is beautiful
And nothing hurts you at all Everything is beautiful And nothing hurts you in the world, in your world Words plain with lullaby refrain So sweet sleep Enjoy the time you keep All around is wonderful And nothing harms me at all All around is wonderful And nothing harms me at all, in my world Words plain with lullaby refrain So sweet sleep Enjoy the time you keep And if you call, I'll follow after all So sweet calm will keep us safe from harm Everything is beautiful Everything is beautiful Nothing hurts |
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from Catatonia - Equally Cursed And Blessed (1999)
I've got my work cut out with you
You tore bits out of me Your carpet burns and bruises blue Are there for all to see But I can tell you've been through hell Finally you wear it well It's an accessory It's time to change your uniform And hand it on to me, to me And I dream one day I'll find The one who lives inside my mind They feel the same way too We've all been used Dazed, beautiful, and bruised Dazed, beautiful, and bruised And blame is not a one way street The widest avenue But cause me grief And my belief is harm will come to you Between the lines I think you'll find Lessons learned from alleys blind Beauty can turn sour So recognise through all the lies The hero of the hour, the hour And I dream one day I'll find The one who lives inside my mind They feel the same way too We've all been used Dazed, beautiful, and bruised When there's nothing, nothing left to lose Dazed, beautiful, and bruised Dazed |
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from Catatonia - International Velvet (1998)
I'd rather be liberated, I find myself captivated
Stop doing what you keep doing it too I'd rather stay bold and lonely, I dream I'm your one and only Stop doing what you keep doing it too Things are getting strange, I'm starting to worry This could be a case for Mulder and Scully Things are getting strange, now I can't sleep alone I'd rather be jumping ship, I find myself jumping straight in Stop doing what you keep doing it too... Forever be dozy and dim, I wake myself thinking of him Stop doing what you keep doing it too... Things are getting strange, I'm starting to worry This could be a case for Mulder and Scully Things are getting strange, now I can't sleep alone Here my bed is made for two and there's nothing I can do So tell me something I don't know. If my head is full you, is there nothing I can do? Must we all march in two by two by two? And as for some happy ending. I'd rather stay single and thin Stop doing what you Keep doing to me... Things are getting strange, I'm starting to worry This could be a case for Mulder and Scully Things are getting strange, now I can't sleep alone... here Things are getting strange, I'm starting to worry This could be a case for Mulder and Scully Things are getting strange, now I can't sleep alone So what have you got to say to that? And what does someone do without love? And what does someone do with love? And what have you got to say about that |
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from Catatonia - International Velvet (1998)
You know the time to act is now do-da-do
Before the sands of time run out do-da-do I know that i could never Fall from grace, i'm far too clever I will achieve my destiny do-da-do My stars assent a certainty do-da-do I know that i could never Fall from grace, i'm far too clever do-do Na na na na na na Na na na na na na Na na na na na na Na na na na na na Boy sees, boy takes, boy hooked And the subject's closed Worst case scenario becomes real It don't show No clever clevers can dissuade do-da-do From tougher substance i was made do-da-do I know that i could never Fall from grace, i'm far too clever do-do Na na na na na na Na na na na na na Na na na na na na Na na na na na na Boy sees, boy takes, boy hooked And the subject's closed Worst case scenario becomes real It don't show You know the time to act is now do-da-do |
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from Catatonia - International Velvet (1998)
I put horses heads in peoples beds
cos i am the mob when duty calls gonna bust some balls cos i am the mob don't tell me it's not one for the money two for the money, three for the money am i your easter bunny, come on i try my level best, my best to please but i'm gonna put a bullet between your knees baby come on stop blowing the don, put his keks back on cos i am the mob stop muckin around with the brand new sound cos i am the mob don't tell me it's not one for the money two for the money, three for the money am i your easter bunny, come on oh baby come on i try my level best, my best to please but i'm gonna put a bullet between your knees baby come on, just tell them that luca brasi ah he sleeps with the fishes luca brasi ah he sleeps with the fishes luca brasi ah he sleeps with the fishes missus (repeat) i am the mob |
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from Catatonia - International Velvet (1998)
If all you've got to do today is find your peace of mind
Come round You can take a piece of mine If all you've got to do today is hesitate Come here, you can leave it late with me You could be taking it easy on yourself You should be making it easy on yourself Cos you know, its all over the front page You give me road rage Racing through the best days And it's you boy driving me crazy Thinking you may be losing your mind If all you've got to prove today is your innocence. Calm down, you're as guilty as can be If all you've got to lose alludes to yesterday. Yesterday's through. Now do anything you please Repeat chorus Space age, road rage, fast lane, minimum wage Home late, upgrade, short-changed, golden age Front page, lose face, handmade, space ache Backstage, outraged, disgraced, maximum weight |
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from Catatonia - International Velvet (1998)
I'm sorry you couldn't make it
You could have seen him, so weathered and dated He was a johnny come lately And i know that you would hate him If you'd seen his botanical leanings First prize exhibit and all down to good spirit He was a johnny come lately And i know that you would hate me If i envied the things that he spoke of How i envied the things that he thought of He was a johnny come lately And i know that you would hate me If i told you that i made some time and stayed behind To find out how to make a garden grow Where the sun no longer shines If i asked too many questions and i stayed behind To find out how to make a garden grow But he never ever gave away the secret of this godforsaken soil He didn't need us, just tempted and teased us You could have been here, wishing you were here This was a johnny come lately And i know that you would hate me He was a johnny come lately And i know that you would hate me If i told you that i made some time and stayed behind To find out how to make a garden grow Where the sun no longer shines He assured me that the seeds you sold were sound But i must have cast them all on stony ground And now the sun won't shine I must have asked too many questions d And stayed behind to find out how to make a garden grow But he never ever gave away the secret of this godforsaken soil. |
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from Catatonia - International Velvet (1998)
A dead loss,
No fun, just glum Lying next to someone So don't mention the war Don't question where we stand Or where we fall North, south, east where's best? If i head left It turns out directionless And needle point aside I always find Embroidery leaves me blind Cos i'm too weary to rest Since i noticed Coming second best is close to ideal What fools boredom breeds So much to do So many goldfish to feed And paracetamol I take them all They line my stomach wall With customary thirst I search a water glass But gin hits first Oh don't believe the hype Expectancy will always spoil a party It's tourniquet by crochet My waters break Don't drive for pity's sake Cos i'm too weary to rest Since i noticed Coming second best Is close to ideal |
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from Catatonia - International Velvet (1998)
Wake up sleepy welsh, land of song.
Deep is the weakness, Small is the flame, The harvest is cruel, but the tune is beautious With the song of the lonely swan in my chest. (this bit in english) Every day, when i wake up I thank the lord i'm welsh. I discovered the true paradise of rhyl. A feast of graves excited a shy welsh woman |
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from Catatonia - International Velvet (1998)
You're adamant
So loose limbed i give in Although your bed is warm The worn springs they creak of regret And lust is the thief who steals away While we were sleeping Now you're doing my head in The lines, the blinds are drawn We are intimate strangers I'm reborn, it's a false dawn Where we've been, i forget And saturday's fuss is just small town lust It's me i'm cheating Now you're doing my head in Now you're doing my head in |
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from Catatonia - International Velvet (1998)
Thanks to james peach for this.
I'll be your baba papa I'll be your baba papa If you'll be a baba papa to me I'd be your table and chair Philippe starck or bill amberg If you'd be a baba papa to me And i'd be your angel Ride you until you're warmer Be your cradle Swing you until you fall I'd be your son and your heir Destitute but debonair Though ill advised and ill in debt I'd never be drained or misled I saw your dreams and infatuated With this freedom You say the words and i could be them And i'd be your angel Ride you until you're warmer Be your cradle Swing you until you're tired out [chorus is the same as the first time but at the end (high pitched Bit) it goes:] Swing you until your tired ouuuuuuuuuuutttttttttt. |
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from Catatonia - International Velvet (1998)
well its a most peculiar feeling,
like sunburn in the evening, with dark clouds on their way, and you think its most unlikely, life could ever shine as brightly, once the sun has gone and the pressures on and the rain is here again (chorus) but you dont need the sunshine dont need the moonlight dont need the good times dont need no boogie well do you find the change in season effects you without reason you've greetings but nothing more to say and youd swear youd feel much better if only summer'd last forever but the sky is clear and your nowhere near and the rain is here again but you dont need the sunshine (i dont mind the rain) you dont need the goodtimes (you could feel the same) lean on me maybe you could see it through if you could only believe a sinlge word is true you dont need the sunshine dont need the goodtimes dont need anything anyones giving (anyones giving) and i dont mind your lies so keep on talking well i throw away my sunshine my so-called little life lines do you know what i mean? when i decided that the answer could not be bought across the counter my sista dista has left for good now the rain has gone away chorus) but you dont need the sunshine dont need the goodtimes dont need anything anyones giving (anyones giving) and i dont mind your lies so keep on talking rain has gone away (x5) and i dont mind your lies so keep on talking |
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from Catatonia - International Velvet (1998)
It was strange glue that held us together
While we both came apart at the seams She said your place or mine While we've still got the time So I played along with her schemes But i don't have the right to be with you tonight So please leave me alone with no saviour in sight I will sleep safe and sound with no body around me When faced with my demons I clothe them and feed them And I'll smile, yes I'll smile as they're taking me over And if I cannot sleep for the secrets I keep It's the price I'm willing to meet The end of the night never comes too quickly for me But i don't have the right to be with you tonight So please leave me alone with no saviour I will sleep safe and sound with no body around me When faced with my demons I clothe them and feed them And I'll smile, yes I'll smile as they're taking me over And if I cannot sleep for the secrets i keep, It's the price I'm willing to steal Oh the end of the night never comes too quickly for me And I'll smile The end of the night never comes too quickly for me I'll smile, smile, smile as they're taking me over I'll smile, The end of the night never comes too quickly for me Never comes too quickly for me |
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from Catatonia - International Velvet (1998)
Verse
You, me, and destiny Guess that it was never meant to be All you did was give me allergy I'm not looking for your sympathy Chorus My selfish gene fills up my spleen with bile And all the while i thought you gave a damn |
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from Elastica - The Menace (2000)
Don't need a credit card to make my charge complete
Don't want you on your back i just got on my feet Don't want the same boy another time Don't bother making love don't want to make you mine Don't need this anymore ??? I want to get you down Don't need this anymore ??? I want to Be myself, gonna get in your way, yeah Be myself, gonna get it under Be myself, gonna get in your way, yeah Be myself, you're the one You're the one, last one... Please yourself You gotta be yourself You gotta check yourself Don't forget yourself Don't need a credit card to make my charge complete Don't want you on your back i just got on my feet Don't want the same boy another time Don't bother making love don't want to make you mine You know i'm waiting for my man Just because i can You know i'm waiting another time I want to |
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from Elastica - The Menace (2000)
'E' the possibilities
'L' keep going on 'spell' no way out 'L' not here, y'all 'A' come a little closer 'S' not mere, dear 'T', 'I', 'C & A' break through these class barriers & a glass barrier style... magazine 'E' extra special 'L' last chance 'A' pre & post 'S' check out of this life 'T' take that 'I' impossible 'C & A', 'spell', 'elle'... magazine new volcanic, volcanica break through these class barriers and a glass barrier |
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from Nowhere (어디에도 없는 영화) [ost] (1997)
[I'm working for the dogs in the city]
Your mind was strong but your body was weak Now your body's here but your mind has snuffed it I think it's time that somebody stopped it. On the screen there's a boy with no name It looks like like you but it's just not the same You're so damn gone, I can hardly see you It must have been a double at the BBC Oh yeah... In the city, in the disco [Think you're] pretty, [ ... ] It's a shit-hole, you're a hero, You're a freak-oh.... Just when I think I'm getting the knack I'll see you and have a panic attack I'm an acrobat on the channel changer And it seems I'm out of danger Oh yeah.... In the city, in the disco [Think you're] pretty, [ ... ] It's a shit-hole, you're a hero, You're a freak-oh.... |
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from Dead Man On Campus (캠퍼스 데드맨) by Matt Mahaffey [ost] (1998)
Human - Elastica
I was only human Of flesh and blood I would relate to you You know I could I long to hold you Just like you do Ten times I've thought about it The things you do And so you see them It's such a shame It's just the way it goes There is no pain I long to hold you Do what you would Do dancing like you want to You know I could |
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from Music From the Motion Picture "The Craft" (크래프트) [ost] (1996)
A morbid fascination with all things in extremes A limited sport will leave its spot on me Early in the morning, I've given up on sleep I'm in the attention, but all I hear is my heart beat Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) His spastic aspirations will make a man of me Brought him for his playing, such sensitivity Monsters of the present are the monsters of the past Took a look in your lyric book, your head's right up your arse Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) It's unbelievable The way you've got all It seems improbable Oh, oooh The inner city fauna is crying 'round your feet I never really noticed how your eyebrows seemed to meet In perpetual fear of being swallowed whole Beached in the suburbs in the body of a whale OOOW! Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) Whoaaaaaaaaa! (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) |
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from Catatonia - Stone By Stone (2001)
You always hear the shouts
from my battalion And send toy soldiers out to help me stand And when I see you hide behind these curtain folds I cross the room to turn the lights down low On common ground we'll build our castle walls We'll build them stone by stone and how With more and more you know it won't take long Where it burned orange let it burn gold I wouldn't like to learn a lesson everyday Godd times, bad times, it's just the price you pay But given half the chance of turning back the tide I'll stay at home and keep my boys in line On common ground we'll build our castle walls We'll build them stone by stone and how With more and more you know it won't take long Where it burned orange let it burn gold And given half the chance To turn the hands of time I'm always the bridesmaid Couldn't live with myself if I tried to be the bride On common ground we'll build our castle walls We'll build them stone by stone and how With more and more you know it won't take long Where it burned orange let it burn gold |
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from Catatonia - Stone By Stone (2001)
It's all getting messy
Seamlessly sloppy Only fit for the bin Oh, what a mess I'm in Regret can be a fuel Blisters mean renewal But all that stuff tastes of him It's time to jack it in I've been a long, long, long, long, long time lonely But I can see the reasons in your eyes Since you've been gone, gone, gone, gone I've thought of you only And your intelligence is no surprise You filled your head with travel Life become unraveled And opens that door in your soul Then nothing can fill that hole Hope is carrots dangling You to me are tempting Slim, tall, fat, small or thin Nothing is happening I've been a long, long, long, long, long time lonely But I can see the reasons in your eyes Since you've been gone, gone, gone, gone I've thought of you only And your intelligence is no surprise Pool, sunblock, pool, sunblock, sea Pool, sunblock, pool, sunblock, sea Oh, s-s-sun stroked my back and it makes it peel Oh, sun stroked my back and it makes it peel S-s-sun stroked my back and it makes it peel Oh, sun stroked my back and it makes it peel S-s-sun stroke S-s-sun stroked my back and it made it peel S-s-sun stroked my back and it made it peel Oh, sun stroked my back and it made it peel S-s-sun stroked my back and it made it peel Oh, sun stroked my back and it made it peel S-s-sun stroked my back and it made it peel Oh, sun stroked my back and it made it peel S-s-sun stroked my back and it made it peel Oh, sun stroked my back and it made it peel S-s-sun stroked my back and it made it peel Oh, sun stroked my back and it made it peel S-s-sun stroked my back and it made it peel Oh, sun stroked my back and it made it peel S-s-sun stroked my back and it made it peel Oh, sun stroked my back and it made it peel S-s-sun stroked my back and it made it peel Oh, sun stroked my back and it made it peel S-s-sun stroked my back and it made it peel |
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from Catatonia - Stone By Stone (2001)
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from Catatonia - Paper Scissors Stone (2001)
My name is Mary-Anne
But they all call me Frances I saw the coast was clear Do you mind me being near?... I've seen faces in high places Messing up for good Say what am I doing here What am I doing here?... What say you're feeling meek Saw the writing on the wall Feel sad and blue... Paradise is close at hand In images of elsewhere I've seen faces in high places Messing up big style... I log on for company My ISP comforts me Goodbye Godspeed I can't give you what you need If I've sounded distant thus far It's cos' I'm as lost as you are... Paradise is close at hand In images of elsewhere... Goodbye Godspeed I can't give you what you need If I've sounded distant thus far It's cos' I'm as lost as you are... Goodbye Godspeed I can't give you what you need If I've sounded distant thus far It's cos' I'm as lost as you are... |
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from Catatonia - Paper Scissors Stone (2001)
I'm gonna change my immediate circle
Of friends I'm gonna run away and join the circus Oh yeah They've been leading me around in circles Round and round I'm gonna change my immediate circle Of friends... In my darkest hour of need They all become make believe And they pretend that they are sleeping... I raise my game as the stakes stack higher Higher You cry wolf like you're the town cryer Cry girl The queen of clubs drinks in pubs on days off Over Swills down dregs, drags On duck arsed cigarettes... In my darkest hour of need They all become make believe And they pretend that they are sleeping... I'm gonna change my immediate circle Of friends I'm gonna run away and join the circus Oh yeah I'll be assistant to the Blind knife thrower Better that than being Factory fodder order... In my darkest hour of need They all become make believe And they pretend that they are sleeping... |
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from Catatonia - Paper Scissors Stone (2001)
Go tell the captain
There's no waters left To navigate I sailed them all for you... Go tell the engine room Stop stoking up the fire We're out of fuel... Doom looms large on my horizon Mountain toxic, river poison Fools get votes in a democracy... We'll build new ring roads To go nowhere in particular Now you've passed your Highway Code And make new inroads Into plundering the Earth For some more fuel... Doom looms large on my horizon Mountain toxic, river poison Fools get votes in a democracy... Go ask the Government You voted in on trust Where is our fuel?... Doom looms large on my horizon Mountain toxic, river poison Fools get votes in a democracy... Doom looms large on my horizon Mountain toxic, river poison Fools get votes in a democracy... |
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from Catatonia - Paper Scissors Stone (2001)
It's what's not there that makes
What's there what it is It's what's not there that makes What's there what it is... Seems like we're quite In demand More faint praise Well I'll be damned Ship's run aground on the rocks Not all that unorthodox... It's what's not there that makes What's there what it is... Fate cuts her cloth Ragged mean You miss the ceremony He sleeps, she wakes Then she tires Leave us to our frying pan And fires... It's what's not there that makes What's there what it is... It's sculpture, sculpture Feed me to the vultures It's what's not there that makes What's there what it is.. |
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from Catatonia - Paper Scissors Stone (2001)
You always hear the shouts
from my battalion And send toy soldiers out to help me stand And when I see you hide behind these curtain folds I cross the room to turn the lights down low On common ground we'll build our castle walls We'll build them stone by stone and how With more and more you know it won't take long Where it burned orange let it burn gold I wouldn't like to learn a lesson everyday Godd times, bad times, it's just the price you pay But given half the chance of turning back the tide I'll stay at home and keep my boys in line On common ground we'll build our castle walls We'll build them stone by stone and how With more and more you know it won't take long Where it burned orange let it burn gold And given half the chance To turn the hands of time I'm always the bridesmaid Couldn't live with myself if I tried to be the bride On common ground we'll build our castle walls We'll build them stone by stone and how With more and more you know it won't take long Where it burned orange let it burn gold |
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from Catatonia - Paper Scissors Stone (2001)
Did you find that some
Autumn day Your life was in disarray Forlorn for good? Did you do what your parents done? Find some mad equilibrium Now I can say honestly You're a masculine travesty For-warned is for-armed Your purple patch came and went All those love letters never sent He was the mother of misogyny, mother of Mother of m-i-s-o-g-y-n-y, misogyny Mother of, mother of misogyny, misogyny You're so much a part of me It's life's greatest tragedy Unarmed and undone Still you do what you always done Find some mild equilibrium He was the mother of misogyny, mother of Mother of m-i-s-o-g-y-n-y, misogyny Mother of, mother of misogyny, misogyny |
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from Catatonia - Paper Scissors Stone (2001)
She takes her happy pills
They keep her happy Is everybody here on drugs?... Mad cows like bumble bees With chemistry degrees Is everybody here on drugs? Here on drugs Here on drugs... The U"berlords did stop the flow No snow, no show, bad scene The U"berlords when they see fit Will give our lives new meaning... Spin doctor aim for free Lest we speak honestly Is everybody here on drugs? Here on drugs Here on drugs... The U"berlords did stop the flow No snow, no show, bad scene Uppers, downers you Don't hang around us We'll give our lives no meaning... Don't need your poison Me I'll dig your melancholy Is everybody here... Uppers, downers you Don't hang around us We'll give our lives no meaning... |
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from Catatonia - Paper Scissors Stone (2001)
Both born of lust and deceit
We are lovers who will Never meet Once fate put us in the Same room When you knew not of me Nor I of you Something inside dies... And we don't stand Up to scrutiny But we spin by and by the by A great pain finds Numb haven, humdrum And we spin by and by the by Something inside dies... Me and my imaginary friend Have been going round The bend for some time now For some time now... And me and Timmy Turd Are having trouble being heard Through the background hum Above the background hum... And me and Barry C are Going down to Connah's Quay For all your Telecaster dreams A Telecaster is all you need... Me and my imaginary friend Have been going round the Bend for some time now For some time now... And me and Timmy Turd Are getting trouble being heard Through the background hum Above the background hum... And me and Barry C are Going down to Connah's Quay For all your Telecaster dreams A Telecaster is all you need... Something inside dies... |
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from Catatonia - Paper Scissors Stone (2001)
From London to Lisbon
And all points between Find people to lean on And one man to please We all need someone We all need something We all need?.. I'm lustless, lifeless The scent of my skin It means nothing without you That?s where it begins We all need someone We all need something We all need?.. we all need?. Get out for your sakes Do you want it? No promises are spoken Take it or leave it, do you like it? And no man?s heart gets broken One day to another I'm head over heels One room to another It sets the same scene We all need someone We all need something We all need?.. we all need?. Every man for himself Just for a little while Every man for himself Just for a short while You could came around We could fool around and get down It?s the way it could be Oh, from London to Lisbon I?m head over heels Take it or leave it Just come as you please We all need Someone, somewhere, somehow |
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from Catatonia - Paper Scissors Stone (2001)
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from Catatonia - Paper Scissors Stone (2001)
For those who won't
And never will Song sounds blue... No-one at home And time to kill Song for the beautiful loser... She would hide at the park and ride Glued up to the gills High tar cigarettes and sex An appetite for pills She's a shell of her former self Bad natured on the shelf And the honeymoon's wearing thin It's a sign of the state we're in... A stolen heart Broken apart Song for the beautiful loser... Sweet sixteen A kiss too far Song sounds blue... She was glad when her dad Got locked out for good Teaching her love by lashing out With anything he could... She's a shell of her former self By nature left on the shelf And the honeymoon's wearing thin It's a sign of the state we're in... She would hide at the park and ride Glued up to the gills Cigarettes and easy sex on a Belly load of pills... She's a shell of her former self Bad natured, left on the shelf And the honeymoon's wearing thin It's a sign of the state we're in... Song for the beautiful loser Song sounds blue... |
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from Catatonia - Paper Scissors Stone (2001)
I do think that you could be
Anything that you want to be It's easy, easy when You say that time will tell It don't mean the last orders Bell is ringing, ringing And there's always plenty more GAndT in the sea... You keep playing the Same tired old blues songs Over the same tired Old blues chords Put those songs to sleep They don't make me Weep anymore... Your empty glass ain't No crystal ball It can't tell you What the future's bringing Bringing it's bank Holiday mundane Medazalan may help to stop That stinging, stinging And there's always plenty more GAndT in the sea... You keep playing the Same tired old blues songs Over the same tired Old blues chords Put those songs to sleep They don't make me Weep anymore... And let it begin again Let it begin again With a hearty meal And a map to read Oh life's been good to me... So keep playing those same Old blues songs... You keep playing the Same tired old blues songs Over the same tired Old blues chords Put those songs to sleep They don't make me Weep anymore They don't make me Weep anymore... |
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from Catatonia - Paper Scissors Stone (2001)
I found me a pulse
I found me a pulse And I came to the Screaming city baby I found me a pulse... I bought me some clothes I bought me some clothes And I played in the Screaming city baby I got given clothe... We're village idiots And words tie us up in knots But it's OK... I lost me some clothes And my GP upped my dose I crave acclaim not your Simpering pity maybe I won't give up the ghost... I'll be the hostess with the most And I won't give up my post I'll come alive in the Screaming city baby And I won't give up the ghost... But we're village idiots And the party never stops But it's OK... Cos' to struggle Would be meaningless We are what we are Everyone of us... You love those disco thrills Oh you love those disco thrills Oh you really take The biscuit baby You love those disco thrills... But we're village idiots And the party never stops But it's OK... Cos' to struggle Would be meaningless We are what we are Everyone of us... But it's OK But it's all right But it's OK... |
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from Catatonia - Paper Scissors Stone (2001)
I never feared the rain
Until you turned to me And said you'd failed again It makes a perfect day so lame And leads us halfway To nowhere... And so the players Have changed Soon we'll memorise the names But somehow something's Never quite the same Still we'll stake a claim You can count us in again Cos' everyone's a winner baby Hedge your bets Get set and maybe We could be the first To cross the line... Get up, get set, get ready Get high, get low, get even Cos' we're living In inimitable style Chasing the ultimate prize... You'd make a fine millionaire It's only natural to celebrate But someone's got to Be there to pay And we never get there... So take some time on our own We burn enough alone Close but still not fully grown Pulling marrow from a bone But there's no turning back So count us in again... Cos' everyone's a winner baby Hedge your bets Get set and maybe We could be the first To cross the line... Get up, get set, get ready Get high, get low, get even Cos' we're living In inimitable style Chasing the ultimate prize... Going back to the old house The Marigolds just go to show That some of us should Never have left home But see I'm still counting Another flash in the pan A quick and instant forming tan It seems to grow on me Taking inches from a mile But I'm all for throwing It on the line... |
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from Catatonia - Mulder And Scully (2006)
I'd rather be liberated, I find myself captivated
Stop doing what you keep doing it too I'd rather stay bold and lonely, I dream I'm your one and only Stop doing what you keep doing it too Things are getting strange, I'm starting to worry This could be a case for Mulder and Scully Things are getting strange, now I can't sleep alone I'd rather be jumping ship, I find myself jumping straight in Stop doing what you keep doing it too... Forever be dozy and dim, I wake myself thinking of him Stop doing what you keep doing it too... Things are getting strange, I'm starting to worry This could be a case for Mulder and Scully Things are getting strange, now I can't sleep alone Here my bed is made for two and there's nothing I can do So tell me something I don't know. If my head is full you, is there nothing I can do? Must we all march in two by two by two? And as for some happy ending. I'd rather stay single and thin Stop doing what you Keep doing to me... Things are getting strange, I'm starting to worry This could be a case for Mulder and Scully Things are getting strange, now I can't sleep alone... here Things are getting strange, I'm starting to worry This could be a case for Mulder and Scully Things are getting strange, now I can't sleep alone So what have you got to say to that? And what does someone do without love? And what does someone do with love? And what have you got to say about that |
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from Catatonia - Mulder And Scully (2006)
No stone unturned
Your sperm is stoned Lifeless and drowned Liquid desire Casual at best Slow disinterest To routine bound Partially dressed I did not leave the sinking ship The sinking ship left me - ee - ee Spring's light is kind Your looks went blind She kept a child And in nine months time... Slow dance, miss time Take as you find Awkward and drowned Liquid desire I did not leave the sinking ship The sinking ship left me - ee A lone contender Who can never win I've seen him Uncharted waters Where I now belong Like my song I did not leave the sinking ship The sinking ship left me - ee - ee No stone unturned My sperm is stoned Lifeless and still Liquid desire I did not leave the sinking ship The sinking ship left me - ee - ee - ee - ee |
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from Catatonia - Mulder And Scully (2006)
Oh, for the life of me,
I don't know Where it is I'm going. I'm growing. Somebody swapped the signs From nursery rhymes And my undress is showing, I'm growing. Oh, oh, oh.... This is all there is... This is all there is... This is all there is... This is all there is.... Repeat and ad words: Stale tea and stained cigarettes. I don't wanna die like this. I sit down and I see stars. Measure me now for my grandfather clock. Crash computers and midi files Fate dilemma to the juveniles. (?) Oh, oh, oh.... This is all there is... This is all there is... This is all there is... This is all there is.... Oh, for the life of me, I don't know Where it is I'm going. I'm growing. You'll be the death of me Can't you see? Give back what you're owing I stop growing. |
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from Catatonia - Mulder And Scully (2006)
I'd rather be liberated, I find myself captivated
Stop doing what you . . . Keep doing it too . . . I'd rather stay bold and lonely, I dream I'm your one and only Stop doing what you . . . Keep doing it too . . . Things are getting strange, I'm starting to worry This could be a case for Mulder and Scully Things are getting strange, now I can't sleep alone I'd rather be jumping ship, I find myself jumping straight in Stop doing what you . . . Keep doing it too . . . Forever be dozy and dim, I wake myself thinking of him Stop doing what you . . . Keep doing it too . . . My bed is made for two and there's nothing I can do So tell me something I don't know If my head is full of you is there nothing I can do? Must we all march in two by two by two? Things are getting strange, I'm starting to worry This could be a case for Mulder and Scully Things are getting strange, now I can't sleep alone And as for some happy ending, I'd rather stay single and thin Stop doing what you . . . Keep doing to me Things are getting strange, I'm starting to worry This could be a case for Mulder and Scully Things are getting strange, now I can't sleep alone here Things are getting strange, I'm starting to worry This could be a case for Mulder and Scully Things are getting strange, now I can't sleep alone So what have you got to say about that? And what does someone do without love? And what does someone do with love? And what have you got to say about that? |
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from Elastica - The Menace (2000)
Don't need a credit card to make my charge complete
Don't want you on your back i just got on my feet Don't want the same boy another time Don't bother making love don't want to make you mine Don't need this anymore ??? I want to get you down Don't need this anymore ??? I want to Be myself, gonna get in your way, yeah Be myself, gonna get it under Be myself, gonna get in your way, yeah Be myself, you're the one You're the one, last one... Please yourself You gotta be yourself You gotta check yourself Don't forget yourself Don't need a credit card to make my charge complete Don't want you on your back i just got on my feet Don't want the same boy another time Don't bother making love don't want to make you mine You know i'm waiting for my man Just because i can You know i'm waiting another time I want to |
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from Elastica - The Menace (2000)
I'm a sonic generator
It's as far as i can take it Aren't you glad that i can make it Oh oh in the money Baby put your arms around me Aren't you glad that you have found me You want it? i've got it... Oh oh on and on it I'm a self taught regulator Eeny meeny miney moaner Catch a poet by the toga You want it? i've got it Oh oh on and on it I'm a spastic generator It's as far as i can take it I was lying... In all mat cocoa butter Dead, dead in the water I'm a third rate imitator I'm a second hand fornicator I'm a spastic generator ...see you later, alligator |
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from Elastica - The Menace (2000)
'E' the possibilities
'L' keep going on 'spell' no way out 'L' not here, y'all 'A' come a little closer 'S' not mere, dear 'T', 'I', 'C & A' break through these class barriers & a glass barrier style... magazine 'E' extra special 'L' last chance 'A' pre & post 'S' check out of this life 'T' take that 'I' impossible 'C & A', 'spell', 'elle'... magazine new volcanic, volcanica break through these class barriers and a glass barrier |
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from Elastica - The Menace (2000)
Should the image change
Would the rest look better Surface dissolves skin and bone We're on the other side It might be better If i left you now Talk for hours But it doesn't change This feeling won't go away Should the image change Cost effects the measure It does explain a second chance I keep it all inside It might be better If i left you now Talk for hours First impressions last And cast shadows on the rest |
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from Elastica - The Menace (2000)
[Justine: "The big drum straight away, Jus..."]
1, 2, 3 I twist, you shout I'm in, you're out Too sharp, too flat It's fate, and that's that Get with it, baby Bonjour, adieu Can't win, with you You're hard, i'm not You're shit, shit hard Get with it, baby Cocaine, it's crack Bloody, was black I'm class, you're ace Your arse, in my place Get with it, baby I like it like that |
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from Elastica - The Menace (2000)
I was only human
Of flesh and blood I would relate to you You know I could I long to hold you Just like you do Ten times I've thought about it The things you do And so you see [them] It's such a shame It's just the way it goes There is no pain I long to hold you Do what you would Do dancing like you want to You know I could |
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from Elastica - The Menace (2000)
Took back time, take an instant pleasure
Credit is due for the life of leisure Get to work and work gets done Best at being was not best at all Face the facts, being best got bitter Simple tastes won't suit me better Used to matter but that got done Best at being was not best at all Nothing stays the same Always change to remain Less than fine peace of mind Keep in check there is no time Tasks take time and time took effort Packed in pieces and pieced together Tend to work and work gets done Best at being was not best at all |
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from Elastica - The Menace (2000)
Getting better, on your feet
Take a look, kept in deceit A love like ours will never die Break my bonds, break my back Not a lot to break apart A love like ours will never die A love like ours will never die Break my bonds and break my back Not a lot to [break] apart A love like ours will never die A love like ours will never die Getting better, on your knees Three times blind, could not please A love like ours will never die A love like ours will never die A love like ours will never die |
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from Elastica - The Menace (2000)
Hey!
From a [promise], yeah In ??? From your [teen] years Throw one down Hey! Real [time] Out of sync From your [teen] years Throw one down Hey! ??? for kickin' it out [4X] Real [time] Out of sync From your [teen] years Throw one down Out of sync Is out of sync From a [promise] Throw one down ??? for kickin' it out [4X] Real [time] Out of sync From a [promise] Throw one down |
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from Elastica - The Menace (2000)
What I want
Mornings to the winter and afternoons to the summer What I want Is for you to be waiting round the other side of every door What I want To walk through the wardrobe of other bodies we have known What I want Is fifteen minutes of you What I want A lover who loves me when others have loved me not What I want Is a big love, two spoons in a drawer, the master plan What I want A lover who can love me slowly What I want To make your heartbeat faster What I want Is a room with a three-bar fire, like the one you had before, When you were poor and i just liked you more What I want To be in the park in the morning, the Long shadows on the grass and the swans still asleep What I want Is to love you everywhere and everyhow What I want To kiss you until our lips are numb What I want Kiss you 'til everywhere hurts What I want Is to hear the rain against the window again |
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from Elastica - The Menace (2000)
When i work all day
Just the way i like it Sing a song with a subtle hand When i need to spike it And i'm living all right And i'm doing ok Had a lover who was made of sand And the wind blew him away But i've got a good idea.. Don't need to be right Don't need to be wrong Been torn with a subtle hand That's why i sing this song It's a rolling ride, oh yeah That look in your eyes, oh no Hold me with another hand It'll be all right |
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from Elastica - The Menace (2000)
( Trio )
What you do and what you don't What you will and what you won't What you can and what you can't This is what you got to know Loved you though it didn't show Ich lieb dich nicht du liebst mich nicht [4X] da da da [4X] Da da da, i don't love you, you don't love me [4X] Da da da [4X] I know why you went away Understand you couldn't stay Wonder where you are today After all is said and done It was right for you to run Ich lieb dich nicht du liebst mich nicht [4X] da da da [4X] Da da da, i don't love you, you don't love me [4X] Da da da [4X] Da da da [4X] |
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from Elastica - The Radio One Sessions (2006)
Annie, told me,
Get out of here, head for the sea, The sun is hot and the air is clean The best things in the world are free And Mister Murphy Likes his Jackanory Holsten Export times three Jimi Hendrix and Thin Lizzy Annie, Annie, Annie Met a mate in the afternoon Holsten shore line pub crawl Looking for some cold beer Missed the stone punch drunk Judy Tony, brandy, M.G., Andy Vodka, scotch and loads of beer It's so great we want to stay here Annie, Annie, Annie |
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from Elastica - The Radio One Sessions (2006)
A morbid fascination with all things in extremes A limited sport will leave its spot on me Early in the morning, I've given up on sleep I'm in the attention, but all I hear is my heart beat Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) His spastic aspirations will make a man of me Brought him for his playing, such sensitivity Monsters of the present are the monsters of the past Took a look in your lyric book, your head's right up your arse Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) It's unbelievable The way you've got all It seems improbable Oh, oooh The inner city fauna is crying 'round your feet I never really noticed how your eyebrows seemed to meet In perpetual fear of being swallowed whole Beached in the suburbs in the body of a whale OOOW! Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) Whoaaaaaaaaa! (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) |
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from Elastica - The Radio One Sessions (2006)
Drivel Head wears her glad rags,
She's got her keys, money and fags, I know that her mind is made up, To get rocked. Drivel Head needs a new man, As only a drivel head can, He's a hormonal nightmare, So beware. (chorus:) Another victim of Line up in line, line up in line, Is all I remember Oh, how their favours change, You could have been kinder. Yes, yes, another victim of Line up in line, line up in line, Is all I remember. Oh, how their favours change, You could have been kinder. Drivel Head knows all the stars, Loves to suck their shining guitars, They've all been right up her stairs, Do you care? Drivel head knows all the bands, Knows them like the back of her hands, You can't see the wood for the trees, On your knees. (repeat chorus) |
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from Elastica - The Radio One Sessions (2006)
(louder)
When you're stuck like glue Vaseline When you need some goo When you're stuck like glue Vaseline When you're black and blue Vaseline la la la la la la la la la la When you're stuck like glue Give me some When you're stuck like glue If you'd like to woo Vaseline la la la la la la la la la la If it's hot like you Give me some Do you need a clue I want some Vaseline Vaseline Vaseline Vaseline Vaseline Vaseline |
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from Elastica - The Radio One Sessions (2006)
We were sauced right there on Brighton beach
You a goth and I was such a peach I sought to be the best at it PC Plod he still arrested it We're getting over it We're sweating over it That makes you happy I'm happy too. You're game in spite of everything [Page theme] and then she'll be some things Your name carved on my Brighton rock My name can be your mental block We're getting over it We're sweating over it That makes you happy I'm happy too. |
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from Elastica - The Radio One Sessions (2006)
[I'm working for the dogs in the city]
Your mind was strong but your body was weak Now your body's here but your mind has snuffed it I think it's time that somebody stopped it. On the screen there's a boy with no name It looks like like you but it's just not the same You're so damn gone, I can hardly see you It must have been a double at the BBC Oh yeah... In the city, in the disco [Think you're] pretty, [ ... ] It's a shit-hole, you're a hero, You're a freak-oh.... Just when I think I'm getting the knack I'll see you and have a panic attack I'm an acrobat on the channel changer And it seems I'm out of danger Oh yeah.... In the city, in the disco [Think you're] pretty, [ ... ] It's a shit-hole, you're a hero, You're a freak-oh.... |
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from Elastica - The Radio One Sessions (2006)
I'd work very hard,
But I'm lazy I can't take the pressure and it's starting to show, In my heart You know how it pains me A life of leisure is no life you know (Chorus:) Waking up and getting up has never been easy, Oh I think you should know Waking up and getting up has never been easy, Oh I think you should know Oh I think you should go Make a cup of tea and put a record on. I'd work very hard But I'm lazy I've got a lot of songs but they're all in my head I'll get a guitar And a lover who pays me If I can't be a star I won't get out of bed (Rpt chorus X2) |
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from Elastica - The Radio One Sessions (2006)
You could call me a car lover
'Cause I love it in a motor And the way it feels To rob a man on four wheels I hardly know you But I think I'm going to Let's go Siesta In your Ford Fiesta Here we go again I'm riding in your car Let me count to ten 'Cause it's gone way too far Up my street to nowhere You know what detours are Here we go again And it's gone way too far If you wanna win me over You should get yourself a Rover Every shining bonnet Makes me think of my back on it If you wanna see me veering You should get yourself four-wheeling Even in a Honda You look like Peter Fonda Here we go again I'm riding in your car Let me count to ten 'Cause it's gone way too far Up my street to nowhere You know what detours are Here we go again And it's gone way too far |
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from Elastica - The Radio One Sessions (2006)
Don't stop shaking
It's my head that makes me want to second guess at a distance Hoping there's a method to your madness baby I might just understand if you obey me. Hold me now I need assistance I'd take somebody else if I could. Walking down tree lined place so pensive in the country I can't take the voodoo that you do Just lust easier sussed real love makes me untrue Hard to make a stew when the meat keeps looking up at you. Hold me now I need assistance Follow down the path of least resistance Hold me now don't keep your distance I'd take somebody else if I could ~ Hold me now I need assistance Who don't you take the path of least resistance Hold me now do I need a license to hold you? Hold me now i need assistance Follow down the path of least resistance Hold me now will it take a lifetime to hold you? |
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Ba-ba-ba ba-ba, ba-ba-ba ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba ba-ba, ba-ba-ba ba-ba Aie-aie-aie This is the song Hell of a song Twelve inches long It's easy, it's easy, it's easy for some, oh This is the way To be queen for a day So play away If you don't care what they say You work so hard, they just expect you to Work so hard, they've got it in for you Work so hard, nothing is getting through They just got sick of you Ba-ba-ba ba-ba, ba-ba-ba ba-ba Ba-ba-ba ba-ba, ba-ba-ba ba-ba Aie-aie-aie This is the sound Of the hare and the hound With its feet on the ground Are you in for a penny or in for a pound? You work so hard, they just expect you to You work so hard, they've got it in for you You work so hard, nothing is getting through They just got sick of you Ba-ba-ba ba-ba, ba-ba-ba ba-ba Ba-ba-ba ba-ba, ba-ba-ba ba-ba |
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from Elastica - The Radio One Sessions (2006)
Keeping a brave face
In circumstances Is impossible Cannot describe So many decisions It's impossible To know which is The proper order The best position To be in Take advantage Or so it seems The way it goes. It's tragic / Sandman comes Laid down on your side / Two to one Too easy / In the dark You know that, you know / Dark reflections You're soaking wet / In my head You talk too much / In my bed It's not necessary / Again Before the ice melts / Sandman goes I just want to say / Two in tow This racket's yours / Wet and dumb Don't ask for more / Three's the number 'Cause somewhere along the line / Coming down Coming round again I've forgotten already |
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from Elastica - The Radio One Sessions (2006)
BBC Radio 1 Evening Session 05/08/96
Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Give me a, headache Give me a, heartbreak The pains you, don't fake I want you, oo-oo, ooh Sometimes you're bruisin' Sometimes you're cruisin' And when you're (losin' usin') I want you, oo-oo, ooh I count on you I do I want you I count on you I do I want you Give me a, headache Give me a, heartbreak Some pains I, can't fake I want you, oo-oo, ooh Sometimes I'm, bruisin' Sometimes I'm, cruisin' But when I'm, (losin' usin') I want you, oo-oo, ooh I count on you I do I want you I count on you I do I want you I've seen you, (shake it) I've seen you, (make it) Go on and, break it I've seen you, (shake it) I've seen you, (make it) But when you, (break it) I want you, oo-oo, ooh I want you, oo-oo, ooh I want you, oo-oo, ooh I want you I've seen you, (skinnin') I've seen you, (winnin') But when you're, (grinnin') I want you |
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Hey!
From a [promise], yeah In ??? From your [teen] years Throw one down Hey! Real [time] Out of sync From your [teen] years Throw one down Hey! ??? for kickin' it out [4X] Real [time] Out of sync From your [teen] years Throw one down Out of sync Is out of sync From a [promise] Throw one down ??? for kickin' it out [4X] Real [time] Out of sync From a [promise] Throw one down |
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from Elastica - The Radio One Sessions (2006)
Da Da Da - Elastica
( Trio ) What you do and what you don't What you will and what you won't What you can and what you can't This is what you got to know Loved you though it didn't show Ich lieb dich nicht du liebst mich nicht (4X) da da da (4X) Da da da, I don't love you, you don't love me (4x) Da da da (4x) I know why you went away Understand you couldn't stay Wonder where you are today After all is said and done It was right for you to run Ich lieb dich nicht du liebst mich nicht (4x) da da da (4x) Da da da, I don't love you, you don't love me (4x) Da da da (4x) Da da da (4x) |
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from Elastica - The Radio One Sessions (2006)
Generator - Elastica
I'm a sonic generator It's as far as I can take it Aren't you glad that I can make it Oh oh in the money Baby put your arms around me Aren't you glad that you have found me You want it? I've got it... Oh oh on and on it I'm a self taught regulator Eeny meeny miney moaner Catch a poet by the toga You want it? I've got it Oh oh on and on it I'm a spastic generator It's as far as I can take it I was lying... In all mat cocoa butter Dead, dead in the water I'm a third rate imitator I'm a second hand fornicator I'm a spastic generator ...see you later, alligator |
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from Elastica - The Radio One Sessions (2006)
Your Arse...My Place - Elastica
1, 2, 3 I twist, you shout I'm in, you're out Too sharp, too flat It's fate, and that's that Get with it, baby Bonjour, adieu Can't win, with you You're hard, i'm not You're shit, shit hard Get with it, baby Cocaine, it's crack Bloody, was black I'm class, you're ace Your arse, in my place Get with it, baby I like it like that ........... |
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from Catatonia - Way Beyond Blue (1998)
LOST CAT - Catatonia
Lost cat in Arthur Street, black and white If you go, I'll come without a fiiiiiiight I'm sick of hearing damning words of you come cursing through my head And I'm too proud to sit here,chasing time, wasting things we shared, Or thought we had. You said, I'm you digging a home Truth is, you left a long time agoooooooo But you can turn it on and play the innocent, though you've been caught. And I'm too proud to sit here, saying everything is how it was. Never been this sure. Take it from where you want to grow, there's always tomorrow. I'd rather have you smile than have you fall, no matter where you go. Ten men in trial of love succeed All those in Arthur Street will walk freeee. And you can turn it on and play at anything you ever wanted to. Cos you're not dull and I'm not strong enough to carry on wondering How we're gonna see this through. |
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from Catatonia - Way Beyond Blue (1998)
SWEET CATATONIA - Catatonia
Chance dreams that cut across the bed, leaving colours there instead See lines that draw it to an end - ignore them And if I say how I feel again, is it wise to do it? Or like hearing for the umpteenth time, some despise Don't you fall asleep there's lots of things I need to say that just won't keep Sweet sweet sweet sweet catatonia, I should have told you (ah ah) Sweet sweet sweet sweet catatonia, I should have told you (ah ah) And with my fears in the back of my mind, will they gang up on me? And when I least expect them to they'll devour me Don't you turn aside, your tired ears must hear me out - there's nowhere to hide Sweet sweet sweet sweet catatonia, I should have told you (ah ah) Sweet sweet sweet sweet catatonia, I should have told you (ah ah) Don't you turn aside, your tired ears must hear me out - there's nowhere to hide Sweet sweet sweet sweet catatonia, I should have told you (ah ah) Sweet sweet sweet sweet catatonia, I should have told you (ah ah) Sweet sweet sweet sweet catatonia, I should have told you (ah ah) (And with my fears in the back of my mind, will they gang up on me?) Sweet sweet sweet sweet catatonia, I should have told you (ah ah) (And when I least expect them to they'll devour me) |
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from Catatonia - Way Beyond Blue (1998)
La la la la la la la la
Mickey wishes he was dead, draws the sheet across his head Never felt so alive Moved him in to share the bed, turns out he's sharing her instead Was it all worthwhile? Must have been funny, must have been dim - cut it up and let it all in Must have been funny, must have been dim - cut it up and let it all in Don't want you to go, just need you to know Can't leave the house: he wouldn't dare, hang this guilty frame with stares Naked in a fray I'll be the shortest person there, oh God I'm losing all my hair It won't suit my style Must have been funny, must have been dim - cut it up and let it all in I don't want you to go, I just need you to know I don't want you to go, I just need you to know Do do do aa-aa-aa-aa-aah She gave me nothing that I could bear to lose aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-ah And if he reaches for the door, be sure he'll touch the wood and pause Ask me back for more We'll still shove us down the stairs, still get in each other's hair If there's any left then Must have been funny, must have been dim - cut it up and let it all in I don't want you to go, I just need you to know I don't want you to go, I just need you to know Did you want him to go? did you push him to go where the ~~ girl lies Where does the ~~ girl lie? why does she hide? why does she hide . . ? (ad Lib to fade) |
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from Catatonia - Way Beyond Blue (1998)
You've got a lot to answer for, but baby I love you. (x2)
If it turns to blue, what are we gonna do If it stays on white, will it be alright. If it all turns sour, it's too late The CSA are bound to find you soon. If you wanna talk, then talk about it You could talk all night if you wanted You could talk all night and day, but I'd think by now you know exactly How to end up here are you looking for the sun? are you looking out for me? [Walk down an A string from C to G] You've got a lot to answer for, but baby I love you. (x2) You said I got the looks Well I got the means Let's get together, mix each other's genes Let's get together, mix each other's genes Can't buy myself a future, My DNA will be past it's sell by date are you looking for a son? [Walk down an A string from C to G] C are you holding out for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee? |
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from Catatonia - Way Beyond Blue (1998)
But she only came to gloat
It stuck right there in my throat How she loved to turn the screw And leave you feel indebted to her fantasies and views So surprised you saw it through Couldn’t help but notice Couldn’t help but notice You’d covered all means of escape Found the other people’s parties second rate It ain’t easy It ain’t easy It ain’t easy Reduced a listener to a tear Forgetting what had brought him here Undoing everything he’d known Left him wake up in the morning on his own It’s how you leave no time to breathe It’s how you leave no time to breathe All is not all that it seems Thought the rest was just a breeze Till you remind me of my inadequacies It ain’t easy It ain’t easy It ain’t It ain’t easy It ain’t easy It ain’t easy E It’s infantile, it’s in your smile, here’s my sign you’ll soon be mine It’s infantile, it’s in your smile, here’s my sign you’ll soon be mine It’s infantile, it’s in your smile, here’s my sign you’ll soon be mine La la la la la .... [to fade] |
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from Catatonia - Way Beyond Blue (1998)
Dream On, Saul Younger
Dream On, Saul Younger I know this world won't change Dream On, Saul Younger Dream On, Saul Younger I know this world won't change Ewn dros y parcau A dros y moroedd... Dream On, Saul Younger Dream On, Saul Younger I caught you chasing chains.... |
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from Catatonia - Way Beyond Blue (1998)
Now his intentions unfold, they're not what they seem, He only wants to take control. Boy is he selling you loads, all you do is believe, Grant him his black-eyed fantasy. He claims that he knows you, says it's written in the stars, Do you believe this bullshit? Tell me you don't want to face this situation any more than I do Oh you think you're so great, keep it up at this rate, You're bound to catch it if you wait. I've seen the symptoms before, they come as they please, Here comes the low rent man again, He claims that he knows you, says it's written in the stars Will you believe this bullshit? Tell me you don't want to face this situation any more than I do. So what does he have in store; does he need you to bleed? Inadequate in all he breathes, He claims that he knows you, says it's written in the stars, Will you believe this bullshit? If you don't want to face this situation any more then I don't. |
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from Catatonia - Way Beyond Blue (1998)
This boy can't swim, he's wearing too many skins
I hope he sinks, then he'll forget everything Dreamt up the lies that would hold it together Then realised those he lied to were cleverer Left on the side they have long since rejoined him Back in the fold thick as thieves they will weigh him down 2nd verse (chords as above) This boy can't swim he's carrying too many sins I hope he sinks, till he forgets everything 2nd Chorus 'good as gold' alternates with 'thick as thieves' |
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from Catatonia - Way Beyond Blue (1998)
Fly, you greatest fool,
Why can’t you say what they want you to? Why can’t you say what they want you to? Why can’t you do what they taught you And show what they wanted of you? Fly, you greatest fool, Is this what everyone talked about? You spill your high-flung phrases And hush when the risk gets too much And I, I wish you would do it, Then I’d never have to notice if the bridges are burnt. Then I’d never have to notice if the bridges are burnt. Is this what everyone talked about? Swallow everything that suits, dress it up as truth, Swallow it all down And I, I wish you would do it, Then I’d never have to notice if the bridges are burnt. And I, I wish you would do it, Then I’d never have to notice if the bridges are burnt. Then I’d never have to notice if the bridges are burnt. So cold out here . . . |
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from Catatonia - Way Beyond Blue (1998)
Intro:
You should know by now that the common thread is taut I'd like to stay but you just won't listen Disappointment I'd take though there's no point to it I blew it If you could think aloud, it won't mean anything will change If you could think aloud, it won't mean anything will change As tests go wrong and we deny it together Or a second of thought might ache forever I blew it I blew it I blew it But did you ever go too far up against your own persuasion Consummate madness then despise You should have learnt by now that the common thread is taut You should have learnt by now that the common thread is taut It's hard to reflect when your world is sighing You could never catch up and there's no use trying I blew it I blew it I blew it And if the gods were on your side I couldn't let you slide (I blew it) (I blew it) And if the gods were on your side I couldn't let you slide (I blew it) (I blew it) You blow it You blew it I blew it |
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from Catatonia - Way Beyond Blue (1998)
Forgive me if I seem
To be impatient and obscene It's just I'd like to fall so flat And hear the voices shouting back Tinkerbell should have waited before turning on the TV show Tinkerbell should have waited before turning on the TV show As orange buffoons dance They booked a fakir in advance Left purple jungles in a trance To raise their nepotistic chance Tinkerbell should have waited before turning on the TV show Tinkerbell should have waited before turning on the TV show Tinkerbell should have waited before turning on the TV show She should have waited, she should have waited before the show The TV show . . . the TV show The TV show . . . the TV show (La la la la la la) So you want to be a star? Tell the monkey where you are, Mimic monkey media (the TV show . . . the TV show) Did you fly into a rage? Did you lust for centre stage? Mimic monkey media (the TV show . . . the TV show) Did you yearn to leave your mark? Did you swear that you'd go far? Mimic monkey media (the TV show . . . the TV show) If you want to be a star Tell the monkey where you are Mimic monkey media (the TV show . . . the TV show) La la la la la la la la la la la la |
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from Catatonia - Way Beyond Blue (1998)
While there's a show left to perform,
Smooth down your hair and put your makeup on. You'll face another night in two. So close your mind no-one will follow you. There in your eyes I see way beyond blue. There in your eyes I see way beyond blue. Mi fyddai'n disgwyl am y se^r. Gwir yw disgleirio blw???? byth erioed. {help os gwelwch chi'n dda!!} Rinigol ????? ar dy ge^m. A Twymder mwyn y gwirdeb bregus nes. There in your eyes I see way beyond blue... There in your eyes I see way beyond blue... It's all so special... It's all so ordinary... Way beyond blue... It's all so special... It's all so ordinary... Way beyond blue, what can I do? Megus y galon foel ????????????? sydd a bregus nef. There in your eyes I see way beyond blue... There in your eyes I see way beyond blue, What can I do? |
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from Boat That Rocked (보트 댓 락트) [ost] (2009)
Hey little girl
I'm in a whirl I've been a bad, bad boy I'm on my knees Forgive me please I've been a bad, bad boy I'm not the man you think I am I've given you warning You wake up and find me gone Some sunny morning Thinks that I've said Run through my head I've been a bad, bad boy My past is black I'm coming back I've been a bad, bad boy In my time I've done a lot of things I better not remember But you'll see such a change in me I'm making you forget your resolution To run it out from this confusion You got to face it I'm a loser I'm just a clown when I'm down And while you sleep I softly weep I've been a bad, bad boy Here comes the night We'll be allright I've been a bad, bad boy hold my hand I'll take you where the sun and moon are always shining One fine day you're gonna turn to me and see a silver lightning Yeah I've been a bad, bad boy I've been a bad, bad boy |
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from Music From the Motion Picture "The Craft" (크래프트) [ost] (1996)
A morbid fascination with all things in extremes
A limited sport will leave its spot on me Early in the morning, I've given up on sleep I'm in the attention, but all I hear is my heart beat Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) His spastic aspirations will make a man of me Brought him for his playing, such sensitivity Monsters of the present are the monsters of the past Took a look in your lyric book, your head's right up your arse Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) It's unbelievable The way you've got all It seems improbable Oh, oooh The inner city fauna is crying 'round your feet I never really noticed how your eyebrows seemed to meet In perpetual fear of being swallowed whole Beached in the suburbs in the body of a whale OOOW! Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) Oh oh ah ah oh (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) Whoaaaaaaaaa! (you've got it, I want it, you want it, I've got it) |
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