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Por que trabajas tu por all?
Por que no estas aqui en casa? La la la, yo no se... solo me pregunto Porque no soy feliz en la escuela? Es que puedo confiar en alguien que no est? Yo no se... Es que puedo fumar cuando soy ma viejo? Es que puedo creer en el idolo que queremos? Digame si es justo que no estes aqui? Para ayudarme, yo no se, solo me preguntan Yo no se, no se, no se... |
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In the spring, I think of sex and means to ends
Summertime, I like to sit upon the grass Autumn nights I go to parties with my friends Winter time is when I think about the past But of course I do all those things all the year 'round I mean, all the good things are there to be found It's all here, pick a bag and get to work If you don't, your life in fact will go berserk Or indeed be bored to death, which is worse? If something's not worth saying Not worth saying Not worth saying Say it... |
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If I were black and I lived here
I'd want to be a big man in the FBI ? or the CIA But as I'm not, and of course I don't And as I'm free, white and twenty-one I don't need more power than I've got ...except for some times when I'm broke |
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Suspenders and stockings
Look more sexy than the tights girls are wearing But even there, weren't the time wasted? Time that could be spent completely nude, bare, naked? Virgins are boring They should be grateful for the things they're ignoring Why be smug about the time wasted? Time that could be spent completely nude, bare, naked? Knickers and panties We are groping under knickers and pants But is it worth it, all that time wasted? Time we could've spent completely nude, bare, naked? With nothing on at all Nothing, no clothes on Nude, naked, bare... |
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from Soft Machine - Volume Two (1969)
In his organ solos
He feels 'round the keyboards Knowing he must find the noisiest notes for you to hear And when I know that he's found them It feels so good... But I still can't see why people listen, instead of doing it themselves But I'm grateful all the same You're very kind and I don't blame you I don't mind if you just watch In fact I'd welcome it, welcome it, welcome it... |
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On a dilemma between what I need and what I just want
Between your thighs I feel a sensation How long can I resist the temptation? I've got my bird, you've got your man So who else do we need, really? Now I'm here, I may as well put my other hand in yours While we decide how far to go and if we've got time to do it now And if it's half as good for you as it is for me Then you won't mind if we lie down for a while, just for a while Till all the thing I want is need You are the thing I are, I knew I want you more than ever now We're on the floor, and you want more, and I feel almost sure That cause now we've agreed, that we got what we need Then all the thing us needs is wanting I realized when I saw you last We've been together now and then From time to time - just here and there Now I know how it feels from my hair to my heels To have you haunt the horns of my dilemma - Oh! Wait a minute! - Over - Up - Over - Up - ... Down Down - Over - Up - Over - ... Up Living can be lovely, here in New York State Ah, but I wish that I were home And I wish I were home again - back home again, home again There are places and people that I'm so glad to have seen Ah, but I miss the trees, and I wish that I were home again Back home again The sun shines here all summer Its nice cause you can get quite brown Ah, but I miss the rain - ticky tacky ticky And I wish that I were home again - home again, home again... Living is easy here in New York State Ah, but I wish that I were home again Just before we go on to the next part of our song Let's all make sure we've got the time Music-making still performs the normal functions - background noise for people scheming, seducing, revolting and teaching That's all right by me, don't think that I'm complaining After all, it's only leisure time, isn't it? Now I love your eyes - see how the time flies She's learning to hate, but it's just too late for me It was the same with her love It just wasn't enough for me But before this feeling dies Remember how distance can tell lies! You can almost see her eyes, is it me she despises or you? You're awfully nice to me and I'm sure you can see what her game is She sees you in her place, just as if it's a race And you're winning, and you're winning She just can't undertsand that for me everything's just beginning Until I get more homesick So before this feeling dies, remember how distance tells us lies... |
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from Soft Machine - Third (1970)
On a dilemma between what I need and what I just want
Between your thighs I feel a sensation How long can I resist the temptation? I've got my bird, you've got your man So who else do we need, really? Now I'm here, I may as well put my other hand in yours While we decide how far to go and if we've got time to do it now And if it's half as good for you as it is for me Then you won't mind if we lie down for a while, just for a while Till all the thing I want is need You are the thing I are, I knew I want you more than ever now We're on the floor, and you want more, and I feel almost sure That cause now we've agreed, that we got what we need Then all the thing us needs is wanting I realized when I saw you last We've been together now and then From time to time - just here and there Now I know how it feels from my hair to my heels To have you haunt the horns of my dilemma - Oh! Wait a minute! - Over - Up - Over - Up - ... Down Down - Over - Up - Over - ... Up Living can be lovely, here in New York State Ah, but I wish that I were home And I wish I were home again - back home again, home again There are places and people that I'm so glad to have seen Ah, but I miss the trees, and I wish that I were home again Back home again The sun shines here all summer Its nice cause you can get quite brown Ah, but I miss the rain - ticky tacky ticky And I wish that I were home again - home again, home again... Living is easy here in New York State Ah, but I wish that I were home again Just before we go on to the next part of our song Let's all make sure we've got the time Music-making still performs the normal functions - background noise for people scheming, seducing, revolting and teaching That's all right by me, don't think that I'm complaining After all, it's only leisure time, isn't it? Now I love your eyes - see how the time flies She's learning to hate, but it's just too late for me It was the same with her love It just wasn't enough for me But before this feeling dies Remember how distance can tell lies! You can almost see her eyes, is it me she despises or you? You're awfully nice to me and I'm sure you can see what her game is She sees you in her place, just as if it's a race And you're winning, and you're winning She just can't undertsand that for me everything's just beginning Until I get more homesick So before this feeling dies, remember how distance tells us lies... |
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You may laugh at me, girl
Say I don't deserve All the things I've had ? sad... I should've known it wouldn't last But things were happening so fast I'll never know just how it stayed so long I should've known it, should've seen at the time But when you're happy, don't you know that you're blind? I should've known it wouldn't last, no But things were happening so fast I'll never know just how it stayed so long I should've known it, should've seen at the time But when you're happy, you don't know that you're blind ? Don't you know? No ? yeah... You may laugh at me, girl Say I don't deserve All the things I've had ? sad... |
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If I had to choose between the two
I'd rather be with you, I'd rather be with you (Yes I would) If you keep on breaking up my mind You won't like what you find Won't like what you see ? see, see... I want you, love I really do ? I do, I do... Tell me now before you change your name Why aren't you more insane? You think you're civilised Close your eyes, close your eyes |
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I know I cannot leave this place
full of memories Things like the way they knew us all over town We used to walk the streets together We could be seen Past shops where people knew us Yeah, people knew I've got to choose between tomorrow and yesterday I can't stop to think about my life, here today Maybe I'll find someone to get you off my mind Take me away from here and leave it, leave it all behind Memories can hang you up and haunt you all your life, you know Get so you cannot stay and yet cannot go I could find out where she's gone Today I feel so unhappy Streets seem so empty now I want you with me |
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It's my, my, my bed you're lying on
And it's my, my, my bed you're dying on But if it's my head you're relying on You gotta save yourself ? save yourself Don't enslave yourself ? save yourself Just to save yourself ? save yourself Stay in your own bed at night Because, girl, you know That if I try to feed you And keep you all week to make you feel secure Then you won't leave my bed Though you wanna stay fed Will your heart remain, girl? You know you can't make it Without tryin' to fake it And I believe, baby You gotta save yourself ? save yourself Don't enslave yourself ? save yourself Just to save yourself ? save yourself Stay in your own bed at night |
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Baby's fine, baby's mine
You understand that she's gone I said hold me tight, stay tonight My little woman has gone Won't you let me walk with you Talk with you, make love to you? Won't you let me hold you tight? Stay tonight! Baby's fine, baby's mine My little woman has gone ? yeah, she's a teeny-bopper! |
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I need you more than ever now
Where the trees grow That's where my love died That's where you can hide That's how much I need you now I need you more than leaves are brown Where the sun shines on my feet That's where my love died That's where you can hide That's how much I need you now I need you more than ever now Where the trees grow That's where my love died That's where you can hide, yeah That's how much I need you now That's how much I need you now |
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When I don't want you
Why do I stay here? You're not the one For me Is it because girl You know you say that you need me And you cry when I say When I say that I'll go? And I'm tired Baby, I'm tired by your tears They don't reach my ears anymore No, not anymore |
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Could almost see her eyes
Is it me she despises or you ? or you, girl? You're awfully nice to me And I'm sure you can see what her game is ? it's me, girl! She sees you in her place Just as if it's a race and you're winning ? me, girl! She just can't undertsand That for me everything's just beginning ? with me, girl! But before this feeling dies Remember that I told you lies... Now I love your eyes ? on me, girl See how the time flies ? past me, girl She's learning to hate But it's just too late for me ? for me, girl It was the same with her love It just wasn't enough for me ? for me, girl But before this feeling dies Remember that I told you lies... |
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David's on piano, and I may play on a drum
And we'll try to make the music work, we'll try to have some fun But I just can't help thinking that if you were here with me I'd get all my thoughts in focus and play more excitingly I love you still, Caroline I want you still, Caroline I need you still, Caroline If you call this sentimental crap you'll make me mad 'Cause you know that I would not sing about some passing fad And if my attempts at rhyming aren't convincing to your ear Then memories betray you through the passing of the year I love you still, Caroline I want you still, Caroline I need you still, Caroline You must think it doubtful that I mean the words I sing Or that all attempts to reach you this way could not mean a thing But you must admit we both thought we'd be man and wife And that I could make you happy for the best part of your life I love you still, Caroline I love you still, Caroline I love you still, Caroline I love you still, Caroline (repeat to fade) |
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This is the first verse
This is the first verse This is the first verse, the first, the first And this is the first verse, verse, first verse And this is the first verse, verse This is the first verse And this is the chorus Or perhaps it's a bridge Or just another part of the song that I'm singing And this is the second verse It could be the last verse This is the second verse, second verse, second verse It could be the last verse, last verse And this is the second verse But it's probably the last one And this is the chorus Or perhaps it's a bridge Or just another key change Never mind, it doesn't hurt It only means that I lost faith in this song 'Cause it won't help me reach you... |
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Like so many of you
I've got my doubts about how much to contribute To the already rich among us... How long can I pretend that music's more relevant Than fighting for a socialist world? Someone watching us - knows I'm bad Black plastic along blue-black wall Small square of places where dead men can look through Run along and see the prison bar Throw a stone across an empty road You and your friend will be found Outside the daydream I've woken up to watch you sleep... |
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from Matching Mole - Little Red Record (1972)
What on Earth are you doing, God?
Is this some sort of joke you're playing? Is it 'cause we didn't pray? Well I can't see the point of the word without the action Are you just hot air, breathing over us and over all? Is it fun watching us all? Where's your son? We want him again! And next time you send your boy down here Give him a wife and a sexy daughter Someone we can understand Who's got some ideas we can use, really relate to We've all read your rules, tried them Learnt them in school, then tried them They're impossible rules And you've made us look fools Well done, God, but now please... Don't hunt me down, for Heaven's sake! You know that I'm only joking, aren't I? Pardon me, I'm very drunk! But I know what I'm trying to say And it's nearly night time And we're still alone Waiting for something unknown, still waiting So throw down a stone, or something Give us a sign, for Christ's sake! |
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It's brown, lives in the ground, it's myopic... (laughter)
It's brown, lives in the ground, it's myopic... (laughter) It's the mole!! |
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from Matching Mole - Little Red Record (1972)
There's a place where I can hide away
Just for a little holiday In the house of a friend we know and love Called Nan True's Hole - All right darlin' let's get on, we haven't got much time. - Um... get on with what? - Well, darlin' you know what, um, what we're here for don't you? - A-actually, I'm not quite sure. - What do you mean, not quite sure? What did you come here for? - I came here, uh, to find out. - You mean... How old are you ? - Well, I'm... I'm near... getting near forty, actually. - What, and you mean you don't know? How come you don't know? What've you been doing all your life? - Well, I've had a very nice life. I've had a very good life, but I must admit I don't know what I'm here for. - Well, you're a funny one, aren't you? All right, we'll have to help you out then. First of all... I think first of all you'd better take off your trousers. - Uh, take off my trousers, yes... How's that? - That's a start. Now, come over here... That feels nice, doesn't it? - Oh yes, very nice. Very nice. Lovely... That's lovely... Ooh, that is nice... - Well, how was that? There's a place where I can hide away Just for a little holiday In the house of a friend we know Called Nan True's Hole |
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from Matching Mole - Little Red Record (1972)
Look, see the people at the top
Come down the right hand lane In Belgium, Greece and Portugal In France and sunny Spain My radical cheek is soft and meek But I'll kill if I must I'd rather have the Chinese here Than Europe on me thrust I'd rather have the Chinese here Than Europe on me thrust You may say I'm muddled up Should stick to chords and tunes But he shan't stay there While he lives in fear of rich and pompous goons But he shan't stay there While he lives in fear of rich and pompous goons A home for the warm and a home for the wonderful! I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours! A home for the warm and a home for the wonderful! I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours! |
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from Robert Wyatt - Rock Bottom (1974)
Seaweed tangled in our home from home
Reminds me of your rocky bottom Please don't wait for the paperweight Err on the good side Touch us when we collapse Into the water we'll go head over heel We'll not grow fat Inside the mammary gland Seaweed tangled in our home from home Reminds me of your rocky bottom Please don't wait for the paperweight Err on the good side Touch us when we collapse Into the water we'll go head over heel A head behind me Buried deep in the sand ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By WYATT <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from Robert Wyatt - Rock Bottom (1974)
Not nit not nit no not
Nit nit folly bololey Alifi my larder Alifi my larder I can't forsake you or Forsqueak you Alifi my larder Alifi my larder Confiscate or make you Late you you Alifi my larder Alifi my larder Not nit not nit no not Nit nit folly bololy Burlybunch, the water mole Hellyplop and fingerhole Not a wossit bundy, see ? For jangle and bojangle Trip trip Pip pippy pippy pip pip landerim Alifi my larder Alifi my larder I'm not your larder, jammy jars and mustard. I'm not your dinner, you soppy old custard. And what's a bololey when it's a folly? I'm not your larder, I'm your dear little dolly. But when plops get too helly I'll fill up your belly. I'm not your larder, I'm Alife your guarder. |
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from Robert Wyatt - Rock Bottom (1974)
Not nit not nit no not
Nit nit folly bololey Alifi my larder Alifi my larder I can't forsake you or Forsqueak you Alifi my larder Alifi my larder Confiscate or make you Late you you Alifi my larder Alifi my larder Not nit not nit no not Nit nit folly bololy Burlybunch, the water mole Hellyplop and fingerhole Not a wossit bundy, see ? For jangle and bojangle Trip trip Pip pippy pippy pip pip landerim Alifi my larder Alifi my larder |
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Orlan don't tell me, oh no
Don't say oh God Don't tell me oh dear me Heaven's above oh no I can't stand it Stop Please oh deary me What in heaven's name? Oh blimey mercy me Woe are we oh dear Oh stop it Stop it You've been so kind I know I know So why did I hurt you? I didn't mean to hurt you But I'll keep trying And I'm sure you will too I want it I want it I want it give it to me I give it you back when I finish the lunchtea I lie in the road try to trip up the passing cars Yes me and the hedgehog We bursting the tyres all day As we roll down the highway towards the setting sun |
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from Robert Wyatt - Rock Bottom (1974)
Orlan don't tell me, oh no
Don't say oh God Don't tell me oh dear me Heaven's above oh no I can't stand it Stop Please oh deary me What in heaven's name? Oh blimey mercy me Woe are we oh dear Oh stop it Stop it You've been so kind I know I know So why did I hurt you? I didn't mean to hurt you But I'll keep trying And I'm sure you will too I want it I want it I want it give it to me I give it you back when I finish the lunchtea I lie in the road try to trip up the passing cars Yes me and the hedgehog We bursting the tyres all day As we roll down the highway towards the setting sun |
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from Robert Wyatt - Rock Bottom (1974)
In the garden of England dead moles lie inside their holes
The dead-end tunnels crumble in the rain underfoot Innit a shame? Can't you see them? Can't you see them? Roots can't hold them Bugs console them I fight with the handle of my little brown broom I pull out the wires of the telephone I hurt in the head and I hurt in the acting bone Now I smash up the telly with remains of the broken phone I fighting for the crust of the little brown loaf I want it I want it I want it give it to me (I give it you back when I finish the lunchtea) I lie in the road try to trip up the passing cars Yes me and the hedgehog We bursting the tyres all day As we roll down the highway towards the setting sun I reflect on the life of the Highwayman yum yum Now I smash up the telly and what's left of The broken phone |
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from Robert Wyatt - Rock Bottom (1974)
You look different every time you come
From the foam-crested brine Your skin shining softly in the moonlight Partly fish, partly porpoise, partly baby sperm whale Am I yours? Are you mine to play with? Joking apart - when you're drunk you're terrific when you're drunk I like you mostly late at night you're quite alright But I can't understand the different you in the morning When it's time to play at being human for a while please smile! You'll be different in the spring, I know You're a seasonal beast like the starfish that drift in with the tide So until your blood runs to meet the next full moon You're madness fits in nicely with my own Your lunacy fits neatly with my own, my very own We're not alone |
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Here's a song for Clean Machine Kevin Majorca
He's found his own way of "live in Majorca" Don't walk, don't drink Don't talk, just think Heaven on Earth he'll get there soon Kevin's highly unlikely to get ill At least as long as he lies perfectly still He eats brown rice and fish ? how nice Heaven on Earth, he'll get there soon Good and bad go so well together in his tunes He wrote a song and called it the weather ? or not He's Lucky or Pozzo, Estragon and Vladimir Waiting for something that's already there Heaven on Earth or is it the moon? Why, why, why is he sleeping? Why is the trumpeter weeping? Kevin maybe asking to get back into my dreams His voice is so weak now and the customers are screaming Heavens above, we can't hear what you're saying We've got something to tell you Hold on we wanted to thrill you Reckons it's so nice and it will make you feel better Something in the nature of a Lullabye Letter Kevin on Earth there'll be one Kevin on Earth make room for one Kevin himself he'll be in Kevin on Earth, be here Or you could be now Or is he found, in Herne Bay... |
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Por que trabajas tu por all?
Por que no estas aqui en casa? La la la, yo no se... solo me pregunto Porque no soy feliz en la escuela? Es que puedo confiar en alguien que no est? Yo no se... Es que puedo fumar cuando soy ma viejo? Es que puedo creer en el idolo que queremos? Digame si es justo que no estes aqui? Para ayudarme, yo no se, solo me preguntan Yo no se, no se, no se... |
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Famous parabolic versions
Songs that promise: Beauty, sleep, love, sadness Do I dream that something's missing? Hungry, thirsty, open off-peak mind Give me the truth, give me the truth, give me the truth, tell me... Songs and verses Handy captions Photographs of: Real-life action, horror, madness Can it be that something's happening? Wash me, paint me, but please don't taint me Give me a chance, give me chance, give me a chance... When I was young, the sky was blue And everyone knew what to do But now it's gone, the telly's here Mass media, the sewer too Universal maximillion Eight rare cases Chickenpox and crawling gladness Seemingly it's nothing happening Cure my doctor Don't swallow him down Give me the cure, give me the cure, give me the cure... The night was cool, the moon was bright The air was clear with oxygen The stars were there, and in my eyes Were thousands of chrysanthemums Don't use magnets ? Geophysics carry you back Wholesome, healthfood, homepride Satisfied Something outside gives out hunger Face my mirror Electricity... |
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In the spring, I think of sex and means to ends
Summertime, I like to sit upon the grass Autumn nights I go to parties with my friends Winter time is when I think about the past But of course I do all those things all the year 'round I mean, all the good things are there to be found It's all here, pick a bag and get to work If you don't, your life in fact will go berserk Or indeed be bored to death, which is worse? If something's not worth saying Not worth saying Not worth saying Say it... |
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I can tell...
I can tell by the ring of a bell A chime that is clear and true But if it's cracked, the sound is flat Like happiness that's untrue Out of the East, the sun flew West Trailing its golden spray My heart burns, when fortune turns The trail to light my way Days go by, I watch the sky My eyes forever quest The sun returns, though my hope yearns Forever things point the rest Sun heart burns Moon glow turns Stars will trade Hope for happiness Hope for happiness Hope for happiness, happiness, happiness Flowers grow wild, just for the child Sniff this sprinkling bloom When you grow up, hope colours up The things that cause us gloom Tell can you now how fun is made? It's how happiness is really found Look for advice, be told more than twice By people all around Sun heart burns Moon glow turns Stars will trade Hope for happiness Hope for happiness Hope for happiness, happiness, happiness |
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from Soft Machine - Volumes One And Two (1989)
I can tell...
I can tell by the ring of a bell A chime that is clear and true But if it's cracked, the sound is flat Like happiness that's untrue Out of the East, the sun flew West Trailing its golden spray My heart burns, when fortune turns The trail to light my way Days go by, I watch the sky My eyes forever quest The sun returns, though my hope yearns Forever things point the rest Sun heart burns Moon glow turns Stars will trade Hope for happiness Hope for happiness Hope for happiness, happiness, happiness Flowers grow wild, just for the child Sniff this sprinkling bloom When you grow up, hope colours up The things that cause us gloom Tell can you now how fun is made? It's how happiness is really found Look for advice, be told more than twice By people all around Sun heart burns Moon glow turns Stars will trade Hope for happiness Hope for happiness Hope for happiness, happiness, happiness |
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from Soft Machine - Volumes One And Two (1989)
If I were black and I lived here
I'd want to be a big man in the FBI ? or the CIA But as I'm not, and of course I don't And as I'm free, white and twenty-one I don't need more power than I've got ...except for some times when I'm broke |
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I've got something to tell you
Hold on, I wanted to thrill you It's nice, makes you feel better It's called a Lullabye Letter Hold tight, I'm not trying to con you Get ready, I'm going to lay it on you You're the sweetest thing I see I'm telling you it's no lie I've got lights in my brain, girl We'll have fights in the rain, girl You'll be good/bad together Writing songs and call that the weather If you've got something to sing me Four o'clock's the best time to ring me You're the sweetest thing I see I'm telling you it's no lie I've got something to tell you Hold on, I wanted to thrill you It's nice, makes you feel better It's called a Lullabye Letter Hold tight, I'm not trying to con you Get ready, I'm going to lay it on you You're the strangest scene I see I'm telling you it's no lie You're the sweetest thing I see in my life... |
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Suspenders and stockings
Look more sexy than the tights girls are wearing But even there, weren't the time wasted? Time that could be spent completely nude, bare, naked? Virgins are boring They should be grateful for the things they're ignoring Why be smug about the time wasted? Time that could be spent completely nude, bare, naked? Knickers and panties We are groping under knickers and pants But is it worth it, all that time wasted? Time we could've spent completely nude, bare, naked? With nothing on at all Nothing, no clothes on Nude, naked, bare... |
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from Soft Machine - Volumes One And Two (1989)
It's my, my, my bed you're lying on
And it's my, my, my bed you're dying on But if it's my head you're relying on You gotta save yourself ? save yourself Don't enslave yourself ? save yourself Just to save yourself ? save yourself Stay in your own bed at night Because, girl, you know That if I try to feed you And keep you all week to make you feel secure Then you won't leave my bed Though you wanna stay fed Will your heart remain, girl? You know you can't make it Without tryin' to fake it And I believe, baby You gotta save yourself ? save yourself Don't enslave yourself ? save yourself Just to save yourself ? save yourself Stay in your own bed at night |
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from Soft Machine - Volumes One And Two (1989)
You may laugh at me
Say I don't deserve All the things I've had Sad... |
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from Soft Machine - Volumes One And Two (1989)
In his organ solos
He feels 'round the keyboards Knowing he must find the noisiest notes for you to hear And when I know that he's found them It feels so good... But I still can't see why people listen, instead of doing it themselves But I'm grateful all the same You're very kind and I don't blame you I don't mind if you just watch In fact I'd welcome it, welcome it, welcome it... |
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from Soft Machine - Volumes One And Two (1989)
I did it again.
I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. I did it again. (repeat ad nauseam) |
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from Robert Wyatt - Ep's By Robert Wyatt (1999)
Here's to the Fidel few
Clearing road and landslide Children of history Changing from the inside Non just because Che Guevara showed the way Not just to shame the C.I.A. Everyone needs to feel at home Nobody wins who fights alone Here's to the N.J.M. Planning for the future Women and men who dared raise our aspirations Not just because Maurice Bishop told them to Not just to change the western view Everyone needs to feel at home Nobody wins who fights alone And here's to our friends like Chris working in the classrooms London to Mozambique Nursing wounds of empire Not just because revolution paved the way Not just to be there on the day Everyone needs to feel at home Nobody wins who fights alone |
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from Robert Wyatt - Ep's By Robert Wyatt (1999)
Is it worth it?
A new winter coat and shoes for the wife And a bycicle on the boy's birthday It's just a rumour that was spread around town By the women and children Soon we'll be shipbuilding Well I ask you The boy said Dad they're going to take me to task But I'll back by Christmas It's just a rumour that was spread around town Somebody said that someone got filled in For saying that people that killed in The result of the shipbuilding With all the will in the world Diving for dear life When we could be diving for pearls It's just a rumour that was spread around town A telegram or a picture postcard Within weeks they'll be re-opening the shipyard And notifying the next of kin once again It's all we're skilled in We will be shipbuilding With all the will in the world Diving for dear life When we could be diving for pearls ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By MILLER <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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