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from My Life Story - The Golden Mile (1997)
One. She prefers the night to day
Two. She never calls me when she says Three. Her motorcycle riding to the South Four. The way she puts her fingers in her mouth Five. Running just in time to miss our train Six. The old park bench is where we scratched our names Seven. She says do or die Seven reasons why Eight. Her swirling hips and lips of ice Nine. Consumes the hopes of all men dressed in black and flame Ten. Oh she ain't got the time to speak Eleven. She leaves the pie and always, always eats her greens Twelve. Well she cries do or die Twelve reasons why Yeah, I love, I love, I love her Oh twelve reasons why, Twelve reasons why I wrote this love song It's off the cuff, I jotted down a shopping list of love, love, love, love, love, love, love Can buy the doctor's Love things I can touch Yeah.... |
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from My Life Story - The Golden Mile (1997)
Suited and booted for a night out on the town
With a sleeping bag and a couple of cans It's Saturday Suited and booted run a flick-comb through my hair And if you don't speak the word on the street Na na na nah no-one there... All dressed up and I'm in my prime All dressed up and I wear what I like I'm soon to be seen 'Cos the city is mean All dressed up and I wear my soul While my mind is warm but my heart's still cold I'm back on the scene I'm fighting keen Suited and booted, talking in the old cliches Like the how-d'you-do's and the I-love-yous It's Saturday Still cocteau-colours blow to the wind With a downtown downbeat gaze Looking for the uptown up temper lads Na na na na nah flick-knife through All dressed up and I'm in my prime All dressed up and I wear what I like I'm soon to be seen 'Cos the city is mean All dressed up and I wear my soul While my mind is warm but my heart's still cold I'm back on the scene I'm fighting keen Ahowww! All dressed up and I'm in my prime All dressed up, wear what I like I'm soon to be seen 'Cos the city is mean All dressed up with a mean tattoo If you dont look round I'll make sure that you do I'll kill to be seen An identity. |
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from My Life Story - The Golden Mile (1997)
The vows are made like a halfsung tune
The dreams are laid like the table in the bedsit room The bedsprings twang like a pizzacato string And they make love Like mocking birds do sing Like mocking birds do sing Like mocking birds do sing Could they understand With marriage blisters all over their hands? Could they understand With marriage blisters over their hands? The punches land like the rain on a dirty street The sun goes down like the whiskey bottle by his feet The tears jing like salt on a wedding ring And they make love Like mocking birds do sing Like mocking birds do sing Like mocking birds do sing Could they understand With marriage blisters over their hands? Could they understand With marriage blisters over their hands? Could they understand With marriage blisters over their hands? Could they understand With marriage blisters over their hands? Could they understand With marriage blisters over their hands? Could they understand With marriage blisters over and over their hands? Over and over their hands? over and over their Could they understand With marriage blisters over their hands? |
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from My Life Story - The Golden Mile (1997)
Leopardskin bedspread
Housewife superstar A feather boa constricts her Punching neckline Doctors design Goodbye to cellulite Hello to silicone Sunken dreamboat Resigned to talkshows Serial seducer Queen medusa Praised on marzipan Good time tamazipan Goodbye to cellulite Hello to silicone Bah.. bah bah.. bah bah bah.. bah bah... etc Terminal groupie Horsey horsey Fine art collects her A feather boa constricts her Immortal has-been From eighteen to eighty Goodbye cellulite Hello to silicon Bah.. bah bah.. bah bah bah.. bah bah... etc |
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from My Life Story - The Golden Mile (1997)
I see the claret stained your dress
It won't rub out. I hear you silent in distress You can't call out I hear the vineyards crying for your wasted years Crying vintage tears for what you were I see the claret stained your cheeks It won't come out Claret is pouring in your mouth Through your heart Out your wounds Claret is pouring straight through you Hear the vineyards cry I see the broken shards of red Crushed in your hand It's no more rhesus negative Than bougelle I hear the vineyards crying for your wasted years Crying vintage tears for what you were I have the broken promises to fathom out Claret is pouring in your mouth Through your heart Out your wounds Claret is pouring straight through you Hear the vineyards cry Claret is pouring in your mouth Through your heart Out your wounds Claret is pouring straight through you Hear the vineyards cry |
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from My Life Story - The Golden Mile (1997)
May I see your daughter
May I see your daughter Mr Boyd, can I ask her to play May I see your daughter May I ask your daughter Mr Boyd, ask if she wants to play We must stop playing now Cos we're all growing old We must leave all the time Cos we haven't got long May I see your daughter May I ask your daughter Mr Boyd, can I ask her to play Can I have your daughter Can I have your daughter Mr Boyd, ask if she wants to play Oh... Mr Boyd you have played Now its our turn to leave My Boyd you have taken Now its your turn to give Oh give I will see your daughter She will see we oughta Not be listening to anything you say We will sing and dance together In all kinds of weather While you Mr Boyd watch us play La la la la laa la La la la la laa laa Loo la la, loo la laa, loo la laa La la la la laa la La la la la laa laa Loo la la, loo la laa, loo la laa Ohh... Loo la la la laa la Loo la la la laa laa Loo la la, loo la laa, loo la laa Loo la la la laa la Loo la la la laa laa Loo la la, loo la laa, loo la laa Ohh... Mr Boyd, can I ask her to play? |
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from My Life Story - The Golden Mile (1997)
Sunday lunch at the Windsor's
Stealing all of the family silver We're gonna melt it all down There's a new king in town Ohh, He's got the cut in the rug, yeah The chances are that you'll never see his face He will brighten your day Got the methods that pay Well the sky opened up And the weather fell out on our town We all drowned for love in the clouds And the one and only His affectionate majesty Made a decree to work on e I'm the king of Kissingdom I'm the king of all the dreams you never had I'm the king of Kissingdom I'm the king of all the dreams you never had Kissing them through the windscreens God was speeding us to the palace gates Tripping over our smile We stood and rang on the bell We all got drunk on his favour But only sober enough to roll along His faithful subjects in pain It's cold turkey a day, And the one and only His affectionate majesty Made a decree to work on e I'm the king of Kissingdom I'm the king of all the dreams you never had I'm the king of Kissingdom I'm the king of all the dreams you never had I'm the king of Kissingdom I'm the king, I'm the king I'm the king of Kissingdom I'm the king of all the dreams you never had In there, all the King's whores And all the King's hitmen Over there, all the King's inlores They're inbred and in there You could never say no, no No no, no no, You could never say no, no, no no No no, no no Whooo! I'm the king of all the dreams you never had I'm the king of Kissingdom I'm the king of all the dreams you never had |
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from My Life Story - The Golden Mile (1997)
I'm a killer with a tuning fork
I'm a timer and I tick and tock in time I dive Turn my world the wrong way up I turn it upside down That's why I find I dive Unanswered questions Questionable answers I don't know You know you should never fall in love You should dive, dive Take a dip into the hotly blue Your heart will leave your hands and you will thrive Dive As we sink into the salty brine With our walkmans playing Sparkle We still shine Shine Unanswered questions Questionable answers I don't know You know you should never fall in love Dive, dive Unanswered questions Questionable answers I don't know She said "Jake, you don't fall in love" You dive, dive, dive Bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah |
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from My Life Story - The Golden Mile (1997)
Thankyou
You lick my hair down and kissed my tears away, fears away, yeah Thankyou You turned my head round and gave a day Every silver lining trails a cloudy Got you through the passion doubt it It went straight to our heads You turn away, but I can face it I know that it's all better now And I know that we're all through But you can't uneat the apple now But I wanna say Thankyou For leading me, yeah, yeah, yeah Into temptation We met face to face but never right away And you made your excuses And left Every silver lining trails a power All your hopes can to dark and Now you've turned away You turn away, but I can face it I know that it's all better now And I know that we're all through But you can't uneat the apple now But I wanna say Thankyou For leading me, yeah, yeah, yeah Well I know that it's all better now And I know that we're all through I know you can't uneat the apple now But I wanna say Thankyou For tempting me, yeah, yeah, yeah For leading me, yeah, yeah, yeah I still need you But you can't uneat, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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from My Life Story - The Golden Mile (1997)
The greatest living painter
Painted in a painted corner THe greatest on the Earth Has never stepped on land He's standing on a goldmine I could make it all mine, all mine But I don't want your mine Just your... If you took my hand Would it still be blind Cos you don't sparkle You don't shine Sparkle in my eyes And if you took my hand Would it still be blind You don't sparkle You don't shine Sparkle in my Sparkle in my eyes The greatest living singer Stuck inside a damp bedsitter The greatest on the Earth Never stepped on land For services rendered A party full of great pretenders The champagne wasn't chilled Such a dreadful oversight If you took my hand Would it still be blind Cos you don't sparkle You don't shine Sparkle in my eyes Oh no, you You don't sparkle in my eyes If you took my hand Would it still be blind Cos you don't sparkle You don't shine Sparkle in my eyes And if you took my hand Would it still be blind You don't sparkle You don't shine Sparkle in my eyes Oh no, you You don't sparkle in my You don't sparkle in my eyes You don't sparkle |
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from My Life Story - The Golden Mile (1997)
I'm a singer who comes, but I'm a lover who can
I'm a lover who can I'm a beggar who wants but I'll take what I can I'll take what I can I will give her it all, but she will always say no 'Cos she says she's the queen of the driven snow Oh here comes April 1st She's welcoming me She hasn't a doormat and I haven't a key I gave a flower, she sent her family tree Dont rewrite the books Just rewrite the title She helped me to be somebody I didn't like at all April 1st, the first of a lie I'm a protest lover with a protest song She's a loser that's bad That's why you should have won I would give her it all but she would always say no (no) 'Cos she says she's the queen of the driven snow Oh yeah, driven snow Oh yeah, oh no Here comes April 1st She's welcoming me She hasn't a doormat and I haven't a key I gave a flower, she sent her family tree Dont rewrite the books Just rewrite the title She helped me to be somebody I didn't like at all April 1st, the first of a line Here comes April 1st She's welcoming me She hasn't a doormat and I haven't a key I gave a flower, she sent her family tree She took her personality on the dose And sniffed the world right up her nose On April, April circles Now I did the dishes, she dished the dirt She had the world revolving right round her skirt Oh April 1st The last of the first Oh April 1st The last of the first |
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from My Life Story - The Golden Mile (1997)
Frozen in thought, please take my coat I'll warm your heart until it burns I know that things can't get much worse When a doctor is prescribing soap and water for your living hell And a heavenly choir of angels are p***ing down your wishing well The screaming stars will light our way The screaming stars will light our way Oh my friend, you seem so pale The highest point, the dove-tail The simple shapes and colours form against the trees The sweetest tonic for the disease And a doctor is prescribing soap and water for your living hell While a heavenly choir of angels are p***ing down your wishing well November, Take my coat, it's cold The screaming stars will light our way The screaming stars will light our way The screaming stars light our way The screaming stars will light our way November, Take my coat, it's cold. |
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