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from Black Box Recorder - The Worst Of (2001)
Well you can bite the bullet
Breath in, breath out Or be a victim all your life Go window shopping Save your money Riches to rags overnight It's a wonderful life It's a wonderful life You can join the family business Serve behind the counter Even have your name above the door Join the order Learn the handshake You won't need protection anymore It's a wonderful life When you think it's over You can look through your photos Taken for prosperity and you'll find Have an affair, get a new interest Go into debt, go on the sick lists Study at your leisure in your home Get into shape, try to lose weight Regain your confidence, control you fate Victim of circumstance, look on the bright side It's a wonderful life It's a wonderful life It's a wonderful life It's a wonderful life |
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from Black Box Recorder - England Made Me (2003)
Well you can bite the bullet
Breath in, breath out Or be a victim all your life Go window shopping Save your money Riches to rags overnight It's a wonderful life It's a wonderful life You can join the family business Serve behind the counter Even have your name above the door Join the order Learn the handshake You won't need protection anymore It's a wonderful life When you think it's over You can look through your photos Taken for prosperity and you'll find Have an affair, get a new interest Go into debt, go on the sick lists Study at your leisure in your home Get into shape, try to lose weight Regain your confidence, control you fate Victim of circumstance, look on the bright side It's a wonderful life It's a wonderful life It's a wonderful life It's a wonderful life |
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from Luke Haines - The Oliver Twist Manifesto (2001)
Talking to a girl crying down the phone
Now listen to me and try and catch your breath She said do you see the fear when you look in my eyes I'd really like to know what happens when we die Loving couples together for years Torn apart by their grieving We can hardly cope with this level of emotion Two people cannot mourn for years A doctor from the north, a friend of the family Is comforting your mother drinking in the front room I couldn't make the funeral I know it really hurt you Right now it just seems to me everybody's dying (When we die, When we die, When we die, When we die...) When I remember your father as a ghost Not an old man diagnosed with cancer Ten weeks later, lying in a hospice bed Surrounded by loved ones, learning how to die Talking to a stone, wailing at a grave Maybe when a year has past, go and see a medium Bury him with children, blame a suicide I'd really like to know what happens when we die Will the dead outnumber the living? The silent majority, spare parts for surgery We're not bespoke, we're not best fitted I'd really like to know what happens when we die When we die, When we die, When we die, I still miss you I know I really miss you |
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from Black Box Recorder - The Facts Of Life (2000)
Laying on the floor, with my best friend
Late at night, early morning Careful not to touch, we've drunk enough Just another weekend falling Friday night, Saturday morning Friday night, Saturday morning Friday night, Saturday morning Friday night, Saturday morning Take your bank account, was it worth it? We spent so much on conversation Nevermind the cost, there's nothing lost We live to fight another day Friday night, Saturday morning Friday night, Saturday morning Friday night, Saturday morning Friday night, Saturday morning Weeknights just drag on forever (Ever, ever and ever) Maybe this weekend Maybe never (Friday night, Saturday morning Friday night, Saturday morning Friday night, Saturday morning Friday night, Saturday morning) Drive out of the city on a Friday Keep you guessing where we're going We can rent a room, or get two singles Keep it safe, we've got no plans Saturday night, Sunday morning Saturday night, Sunday morning Saturday night, Sunday morning Saturday night, Sunday morning |
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from Black Box Recorder - The Worst Of (2001)
I see with tunnel vision
I know what's going on I think what I'm supposed to think There are no hidden meanings No slight of hand, no secret signs I keep an open mind To the cabaret, from the pantomime Watch the angel, not the wire Wait for it to snap, see her hit the ground Watch the angel, not the wire The world feels safer now I know you'll take me somewhere knew I put my trust in you To the cabaret, from the pantomime Watch the angel, not the wire Wait for it to snap, see her hit the ground Watch the angel, not the wire |
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from The Auteurs - New Wave (1993)
Never saw
your driver's eyes Or me on parking street We were planning your demise Your chauffeur's tired But you're still on heat Downtown, you're burning down I'm sick of parking cars... There are only - two people here Who are worthy Of your pool and your palace So stand down now Stand down You're standing down... Never thought I'd see the day When your pale face turned grey Got no guts, got no fame Your epitaph Sorely missed Your unfaithful slave Home again Housesitting again Rifle through Your possessions and stuff Things that you Are ashamed of Home again, housesitting again Looking through photos At the back of your drawer The way that you looked When you were small You're safe, there's no prowler No creeper in your lane It's better than drugs, it's cool To be in your home again Home again, housesitting again It's just a little bit far >From the main crowd Reading your poems When you're not around Home again, housesitting again Hospital letter, a clinic on hold A test that you took Awaiting results |
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from Black Box Recorder - The Worst Of (2001)
See me in me heels and ting
Dem check sey we hip and ting True them no know and ting We have them going and ting No pop no style, I strictly roots No pop no style, I strictly roots See me pon the road and you call out to me Can you see me inna pants and ting See me in a 'alter back See me give you heart attack Gimme little bass, let me wind up me waist Uptown Top Ranking See me in me Benz and ting Drivin' through Constant Spring Them check sey me come from cosmo spring But a true dem no know and ting Dem no know sey we top ranking Uptown Top Ranking Shoulda see you in your ranking dread Check how we jamming and ting Love is all I bring in all me khaki suit and ting No pop no style, I strictly roots No pop no style, I strictly roots Watch how we chuck it and ting In a khaki suit and ting Love is all I bring in me khaki suit and ting No pop no style, I strictly roots No pop no style, I strictly roots See me pon the road and you call out to me True you see me in me pants and ting See me inna 'alter back See me give you heart attack Gimme little bass, make me wind up me waist Gimme little bass, make me wind up me waist Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting No pop no style, I strictly roots No pop no style, I strictly roots You shoulda see me and the ranking dread, Check how we jamming and ting Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting No pop no style, I strictly roots No pop no style, I strictly roots |
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from Black Box Recorder - England Made Me (2003)
See me in me heels and ting
Dem check sey we hip and ting True them no know and ting We have them going and ting No pop no style, I strictly roots No pop no style, I strictly roots See me pon the road and you call out to me Can you see me inna pants and ting See me in a 'alter back See me give you heart attack Gimme little bass, let me wind up me waist Uptown Top Ranking See me in me Benz and ting Drivin' through Constant Spring Them check sey me come from cosmo spring But a true dem no know and ting Dem no know sey we top ranking Uptown Top Ranking Shoulda see you in your ranking dread Check how we jamming and ting Love is all I bring in all me khaki suit and ting No pop no style, I strictly roots No pop no style, I strictly roots Watch how we chuck it and ting In a khaki suit and ting Love is all I bring in me khaki suit and ting No pop no style, I strictly roots No pop no style, I strictly roots See me pon the road and you call out to me True you see me in me pants and ting See me inna 'alter back See me give you heart attack Gimme little bass, make me wind up me waist Gimme little bass, make me wind up me waist Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting No pop no style, I strictly roots No pop no style, I strictly roots You shoulda see me and the ranking dread, Check how we jamming and ting Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting No pop no style, I strictly roots No pop no style, I strictly roots |
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from Black Box Recorder - Passiononoia (2003)
A pint of milk–a loaf of
bread-a magazine-on special offer Check the weather forecast Buy a new umbrella Send a text message take a shower Meet me in the park in half an hour These are the things that keep us together These are the things that keep us together I love you I want you Must have you I still love you These are the things that keep us together Make the bed wash the sheets Iron a shirt try to eat Check for e-mail send replies Set the video Catch the headlines Write a Get Well card have a cup of tea Think of you again think of you These are the things that keep us together -Uh huh Another night with some old friends I pray that it will soon be over I'm not listening to them Their laughter floats out of the window I wish that they would leave so I can go to sleep And dream of you again Until tomorrow These are the things that keep us together These are the things that keep us together I love you I want you Must have you I still love you These are the things that keep us together These are the things that keep us together -Uh huh |
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from Luke Haines - The Oliver Twist Manifesto (2001)
For Casanova, sex was quite impossible
When he first met Saint Germain Some people call me General Weldon, Prince Rakovsky You can call me Doctor Strange Rebecca, Rebecca, put me on the other line now Ah, Lucy I won't tell you again Spend your money, drink your wine, smoke a cigarette I've been listening to spooks again Spooked again Spooked again (Spooked, Spooked, Spooked...) Now if anybody needs to find me I'm in the pre-chemical age I can be anywhere at anytime now I'm the Count de Saint Germain Rebecca, Rebecca, put me on the other line now Lucy, I've got a message for Doctor Strange This is the Angel of Death looking over your shoulder I've been listening to spooks again Spooked again Spooked again He's got one eye, one eye on a Victorian family bible And he's starring at the tattoos on my face Don't underestimate the power of denial Don't underestimate Saint Germain Rebecca, Rebecca, put me on the other line now Lucy, I won't tell you again Tell Doctor Strange, it's the Angel of Death looking over his shoulder Come to spook that loser Haines Spooked again Spooked again |
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from The Auteurs - The Rubettes (1999)
Hang up your jeans, put out your school clothes
Tune in for the top ten Monday morning's hours away Say goodbye to the weekend Slip between the sheets With my brand new friend Doo wah - sugar baby love (Sugar baby love) Another night alone, a manic episode Underneath the covers with the lights out Doo wah - where did the sad songs go? (Sugar baby love) They've faded far too low inside my radio Underneath the covers with the lights out Underneath the covers with the lights out Hells angels on TV And youy biker '73 Sew on patch - cycle chains, Iron cross on your C&A's Can't get in the disco Can't dance anyway Doo wah - sugar baby love (Sugar baby love) Another night alone, a manic episode Underneath the covers with the lights out Doo wah - where did the sad songs go? (Sugar baby love) The future's made of coal, the past is made of gold Underneath the covers with the lights out Underneath the covers with the lights out Na na na na na na na na na Na na na na no no no no-ah Come on baby do the jukebox jive Rock and roll will never die Can't dance, you look like a freak But at least you're still alive You developed late Weren't the nineties great? Doo wah - sugar baby love (Sugar baby love) Another night alone, a manic episode Underneath the covers with the lights out Doo wah - where did the sad songs go? (Sugar baby love) They've faded far too low inside my radio Underneath the covers with the lights out Underneath the covers with the lights out Underneath the covers with the lights out Underneath the covers with the lights out Doo wah |
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from Luke Haines - The Oliver Twist Manifesto (2001)
Workhouse?
Yeah? What do you want? Information Who the fuck do you think you are? You never fucking stop. Always wanting something for nothing.. OK. I'll give you want you want. I'll give you information All these songs about Christ, spooks and personal vendettas Organ donations, there's a mini operetta Are people gonna say you've gone off your rocker Well, I'm the brightest thing on the roster And I sleep well when I turn out the light I'm like an off-duty comedian at the end of a bad night Easy to like admire, difficult to love You've gotta believe me when I say I never wanted to be liked And I defy the curfew A sense of humour is the most overrated virtue Get off your knees you grovelling bastards This is Oliver twist pissing over Britannia 200 years of Tin Pan Alley I learned good from a king thief mentor Newgate, Broadstreet, Langdales Distillery Papist threats and no popery It's a beautiful night again So paint the wall white again Brutality for the kids Oliver Twist There was this gang who I used to run with Ragamuffins, urchin scum, spivs Looking good comes in handy When you're dipping in the pockets of a dandy And there's treason in the air, it's just a leap of faith There's murder in the air at Rillington Place A Christie lives in Soho This is the Oliver Twist Manifesto Totality for the kids Oliver Twist I'm operating now under four different names I can use anyone of them, anytime again And I've never been one to hold a grudge Twists has turned vicious What if all the malevolent cripples The Raspberry ripples Are just putting it on? And they're the brightest of all of the people Oliver Twist, vaudeville Spook mentalist Disappear into a pea souper Swooping down on your back Coming out of a cold snap Into a pea souper A cartarista It was meant to be great But it's gone wrong again It's a beautiful night So paint the wall white again Get of your knees 'Cos Christie lives It's a beautiful night for Treason Oliver Twist Oliver Twist |
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from Black Box Recorder - The Worst Of (2001)
Do do do, do do do
Do do do, do do do When boys are just eleven They begin to grow in height at a fast rate than they have done before They develop curiosity and start to fantasise About the things they have never thought of doing before These dreams are no more harmful than The usual thoughts that boys have of becoming football stars or millionaires As long as the distinction between fantasy and fiction remains It's just a nature walk It's just the facts of life There's no master plan Walk me home from school I'll let you hold my hand You're getting ideas And when you sleep at night They develop into sweet dreams It's just the facts of life A boy sits by the telephone, wanting to call a girl But not daring to because she might say no At last he summons up the courage phones And discovers someone else has asked her first and she's said yes Now's time to deal with the fear of being rejected No-one gets through life without being hurt At this point the boy who's listening to this song Is probably saying it's easier said than done and it's true It's just the facts of life There's no master plan Walk me home from school I'll let you hold my hand You're getting ideas And when you sleep at night They develop into sweet dreams It's just the facts of life Do do do, do do do Do do do, do do do Small-town dating differs from more urban situations In particular if there's few places to go Adolescents normally gather in a cafe or an arcade If they have to almost anywhere will do A family car, a disused coalmine A rowing boat or a shed Experimentation, familiarisation It's all a nature walk It's just the facts of life There's no master plan Walk me home from school I'll let you hold my hand You're getting ideas And when you sleep at night They develop into sweet dreams It's just the facts of life It's just the facts of life (Sweet dreams develop into ideas) There's no master plan (Ideas develop into sweet dreams) Walk me home from school (Sweet dreams develop into ideas) I'll let you hold my hand (Let you hold my hand) You're getting ideas (Sweet dreams develop into ideas) And when you sleep at night (Ideas develop into sweet dreams) They develop into sweet dreams (Sweet dreams develop into ideas) It's just the facts of life It's just the facts of life (Sweet dreams develop into ideas) There's no master plan (Ideas develop into sweet dreams) Walk me home from school (Sweet dreams develop into ideas) I'll let you hold my hand (Let you hold my hand) |
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from Black Box Recorder - The Facts Of Life (2000)
Do do do, do do do
Do do do, do do do When boys are just eleven They begin to grow in height at a fast rate than they have done before They develop curiosity and start to fantasise About the things they have never thought of doing before These dreams are no more harmful than The usual thoughts that boys have of becoming football stars or millionaires As long as the distinction between fantasy and fiction remains It's just a nature walk It's just the facts of life There's no master plan Walk me home from school I'll let you hold my hand You're getting ideas And when you sleep at night They develop into sweet dreams It's just the facts of life A boy sits by the telephone, wanting to call a girl But not daring to because she might say no At last he summons up the courage phones And discovers someone else has asked her first and she's said yes Now's time to deal with the fear of being rejected No-one gets through life without being hurt At this point the boy who's listening to this song Is probably saying it's easier said than done and it's true It's just the facts of life There's no master plan Walk me home from school I'll let you hold my hand You're getting ideas And when you sleep at night They develop into sweet dreams It's just the facts of life Do do do, do do do Do do do, do do do Small-town dating differs from more urban situations In particular if there's few places to go Adolescents normally gather in a cafe or an arcade If they have to almost anywhere will do A family car, a disused coalmine A rowing boat or a shed Experimentation, familiarisation It's all a nature walk It's just the facts of life There's no master plan Walk me home from school I'll let you hold my hand You're getting ideas And when you sleep at night They develop into sweet dreams It's just the facts of life It's just the facts of life (Sweet dreams develop into ideas) There's no master plan (Ideas develop into sweet dreams) Walk me home from school (Sweet dreams develop into ideas) I'll let you hold my hand (Let you hold my hand) You're getting ideas (Sweet dreams develop into ideas) And when you sleep at night (Ideas develop into sweet dreams) They develop into sweet dreams (Sweet dreams develop into ideas) It's just the facts of life It's just the facts of life (Sweet dreams develop into ideas) There's no master plan (Ideas develop into sweet dreams) Walk me home from school (Sweet dreams develop into ideas) I'll let you hold my hand (Let you hold my hand) |
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from Black Box Recorder - The Facts Of Life (2000)
Ah ah, ah ah
Ah ah, ah ah The English motorway system is beautiful and strange It's been there forever, it's never going to change It eliminates all diversions, it eliminates all emotions (All you got to do to stay alive is drive) There are things we need to talk about There are things I cannot do without If you think the journey's over Let me know, don't make me wait (Driving with no aim or intention) On the English motorway The English motorway system can be quite hypnotising You achieve a Zen like state, as someone else's driving It becomes detached observing, colours and straight lights Distant town and exit signs (Do you really want to break up?) There are things we need to talk about There are things I cannot do without Is this the end of the rainbow? Am I just colour-blind? (Leave the north, visit friend's at south) On the English motorway The English motorway system, is an accident waiting to happen On the black ice, a lorry jack knives, on there's freezing fog in November And you wonder if there's someone who really does decide I thought I saw you in a distance (Do you really want to break up?) There are things we need to talk about There are things I cannot do without When you think the journey's over Let me know Don't make me wait (Driving with no aim or intention) On the English motorway The English motorway system is beautiful and strange The English motorway system is beautiful and strange The English motorway system is beautiful and strange The English motorway system is beautiful and stra |
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from Black Box Recorder - The Facts Of Life (2000)
I'm swimming with the Deverell Twins
I haven't got a care in a world, not a care They are looking after me This is the age of chivalry This is the age of alchemy I'm invited by the Deverell Twins I'm delighted to accept Their hospitality This is the life of luxury It's the beginning of the end They show me their charts Away to the stars Say I'm as pretty as a picture I'm admired by the Deverell Twins They're very fond of me They tell me their secret This is the age of chivalry It's the beginning of the end They started the fire Stifled their grins No-one suspected the Deverell Twins I'm enchanted by the Deverell Twins I'm as pretty as a picture |
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from Black Box Recorder - The Facts Of Life (2000)
La la la, la la la la la
La la la, la la la la la You're quite precautious I know which button should be pressed Let's go out driving I'll wait until you pass the test We can get a hood down Throw away those learner plates You got the hang of steering Now try stepping on the brakes You've been driving way too fast You've been pushing way too hard You've been taking things too far Who do you think you are? La la la, la la la la la La la la, la la la la la Do you believe in love at first sight? Do you believe in fate? I believe the good things Only come to those who wait We've got to plan the journey Eliminate all mistakes Take the safe route It's called the art of driving Maybe wait until the summertime Maybe wait until December Because a heartfelt seduction Lasts a life time You've been driving way too fast You've been pushing way too hard You've been taking things too far Who do you think you are? It's called the art of driving The art of driving It's just the art of driving La la la, la la la la la La la la, la la la la la I wish you'd learn to slow down You might get there at the end Don't think the accelerating pedal Is the man's best friend You don't have to break the speed limit You don't have to break your neck Another dead boy-racer Cut out from the wreak You've been driving way too fast You've been pushing way too hard You've been taking things too far Who do you think you are? Maybe wait until the summertime Maybe wait until December Because a heartfelt seduction Lasts a life time It's called the art of driving It's called the art of driving It's called the art of driving The art of driving It's called the art of driving It's called the art of driving Just the art of driving It's just the art of driving The art of driving The art of driving It's called the art of driving It's called the art of driving The art of driving The art of driving The art of driving It's called the art of driving It's called the art of driving |
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from Black Box Recorder - England Made Me (2003)
If you let me join your gang
I'll show you things you've never dreamed of After school we'll steal a car Drive until the feeling changes All the people have to say "we're swinging" "We don't like you, go away - we're swinging" Feeling rotten to the core And I don't need you anymore Are you a hardcore hooligan? Did you really burn the old school down? If I set fire to you now Will you even make a sound? All the people have to say "we're swinging" "We don't like you, go away - we're swinging" Feeling rotten to the core And I don't need you anymore It's the end of the affair Bet you never thought you'd even get this far And I dare you to look down See how brave you really are Monmouth, Cardiff to the South Downs - "we're swinging" From the coast to the cathedral towns - "we're swinging" Feeling rotten to the core And I don't need you anymore And I don't need you anymore |
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from Black Box Recorder - The Facts Of Life (2000)
(Dream home) It's a beautiful morning (It's a beautiful morning)
(Dream home) It's a beautiful day (It's a beautiful day) (Dream home) It's a beautiful morning (It's a beautiful morning) (In our) Dream home (In our) Dream home Straight life Away from alternative culture Transient people (Straight life) Coming in and out of our lives Straight life Painting our walls, and wiring the circuit Gradate advisement (Straight life) Building it up by the sweat of our bows Home improvements In our dream home Home improvements We're not moving Straight life Visiting sites of local interest Walking the hillsides (Straight life) Playing games, bringing back souvenirs Straight life Secret signs, our own signed language Misunderstandings (Straight life) Have now become a thing of the past Home improvements In our dream home Home improvements We're never moving (Dream home) It's a beautiful morning (It's a beautiful morning) (Dream home) It's a beautiful day (It's a beautiful day) (Dream home) It's a beautiful morning (It's a beautiful morning) (In our) Dream home (In our) Dream home Straight life Lives in a tin on top of the wardrobe Personal photos (Straight life) Holiday snaps, caravan sites Straight life Keep your mouth shut, say hello to the neighbours Straight life Look at our straight life Home improvements In our dream home Home improvements We're not moving (Dream home) It's a beautiful morning (It's a beautiful morning) (Dream home) It's a beautiful day (It's a beautiful day) (Dream home) It's a beautiful morning (It's a beautiful morning) (In our) Dream home (In our) Dream home (Dream home) It's a beautiful morning (It's a beautiful morning) (Dream home) It's a beautiful day (It's a beautiful day) (Dream home) It's a beautiful morning (It's a beautiful morning) (In our) Dream home (In our) Dream home Straight life Look at a straight life Straight life This is our straight life Straight life |
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from Black Box Recorder - The Worst Of (2001)
I left school and hit the high street
Had my youth in six weeks flat Top shelf dust and Glastonbury Learnt to be a secretary If I can't have it, nobody can You follow the instructions, it's all part of the plan When you start as you mean to go on Lets get married, lets have children Split up when we're twenty two Cut our losses, screw our bosses Get out while we're still young. If I can't have it, nobody can You follow the instructions, it's all part of the plan When you start as you mean to go on Doo doo doo Doo doo doo Doo doo doo Doo doo doo Doo doo doo Doo doo doo Doo doo doo Doo doo doo Paradise often falls apart Home improvements for amusment Smash this place to smithereens Don't forget to pay the premiums Go abroad, dont leave the gas on If I can't have it nobody can You follow the instructions, it's all part of the plan When you start as you mean to go on When you start as you mean to go on. |
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from The Auteurs - New Wave (1993)
First child
and a showbiz son Always hide where you come from Mother got out rehab And I was born I was starstruck When I was young It's never too soon To tread the boards I was in Vaudeville At age gave My career took Its first nosedive I've been starstruck All my life Starstruck, starstruck over you Starstruck, I'm struck dumb by you Starstruck, I struck out of luck I was always starstruck Can't get an agent For a child star My act effete and failing So I moved To the old backlot Where I exercise daily CHORUS Now you're between A peak time show I hear you're now married She was born to be seen Not to be carried CHORUS |
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from Black Box Recorder - The Worst Of (2001)
I'm grooming a soul boy
I'm taking my time Because he's so young Because he's so shy Play Pool all night. I'm Grooming a soul boy I'm leading him on Possessing him Obsessing him Undress him with my eyes. Chorus: Top pocket, I'll try a trick shot Let me see, How good you are Side pocket, move out the way This is how it goes. I'm grooming a soul boy I'm teaching him things Because he's so young Because he's so old I'm letting him win. Chorus: Top pocket, The facts of life I'll teach you all, you need to know Side pocket This is how it goes. |
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from The Auteurs - New Wave (1993)
I took a showgirl
For my bride Thought my life Would be right Took her bowling Got her high Got myself a showgirl bride Took a job on the side In a health shop Keeps me well Got my mantra for life Got my karma And a showgirl bride All my life All her life All our life I married a showgirl That's for life She cant work In the wintertime I cant work any time now Go to libraries all the while Looking for a notice Looking for a name All my life All her life All our life I married a showgirl That's for life I took a showgirl For my bride Sprinkled stardust On my wife Took her bowling Got her high Got myself a showgirl bride Don't you recognise us? |
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from Black Box Recorder - The Facts Of Life (2000)
Girl on girl, in your dreams
Girls on top, in between Girls together, girls alone In your dreams, in your dreams Boy on boy, boys on top Boys together, boys don't stop Being boys, in your dreams In your dreams, in your dreams I've been thinking about you (Thinking about you) Always thinking about you Can't stop thinking about you (Thinking about you) In your dreams, in your dreams Girl on bus, girl on Tube Brush against you, look at you Catch your eye, conversation In your dreams, in your dreams I've been thinking about you (Thinking about you) Always thinking about you Can't stop thinking about you (Thinking about you) In your dreams, in your dreams In your dreams In your dreams In your dreams In your dreams I've been thinking about you (Thinking about you) Always thinking about you Can't stop thinking about you (Thinking about you) In your dreams, in your dreams Late at night, in your dream You're not shy, it's so easy All the colours of the rainbow In your dreams, in your dreams I've been thinking about you (Thinking about you) Always thinking about you Can't stop thinking about you (Thinking about you) In your dreams I've been thinking about you (Thinking about you) Always thinking about you Can't stop thinking about you (Thinking about you) In your dreams, in your dreams |
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goodbye to you my trusted friend
we've known each other since we were nine or ten together we've climbed hills and trees learned of love and abc's skinned our hearts and skinned our knees goodbye my friend it's hard to die when all the birds are singing in the sky now that spring is in the air pretty girls are everywhere think of me and I'll be there we had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun but the hills that we climbed were just seasons out of time goodbye papa please pray for me I was the black sheep of the family you tried to teach me right from wrong too much wine and too much song wonder how I got along goodbye papa it's hard to die when all the birds are singing in the sky now that the spring is in the air little children everywhere when you see them I'll be there we had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun but the wine and the songs like the seasons have all gone we had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun but the wine and the song like the seasons have all gone goodbye michelle my little one you gave me love and helped me find the sun and every time that I was down you would always come around and get my feet back on the ground goodbye michelle it's hard to die when all the birds are singing in the sky now that the spring is in the air with the flowers everywhere I wish that we could both be there we had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun but the hills that we climbed were just seasons out of time we had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun but the wine and the song like the seasons have all gone we had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun but the wine and the song like the seasons have all gone we had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun but the wine and the song like the seasons have all gone |
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from Luke Haines - The Oliver Twist Manifesto (2001)
With a calm and strategic no
I'm back and I'm solo This is the Oliver Twist manifesto For the age I was born, for Victoriana This is Oliver Twist pissing over Britannia 50 years of Tin Pan Alley I learned good from a king thief mentor 200 years of teenage anarchy Papist threats and no popery Revenge ???? the cold in Soho This is the Oliver Twist manifesto Totality for the kids Oliver Twist This is Oliver Twist There was this gang who I used to run with Swindlers, knaves, urchins scum, spivs Looking good comes in handy When you're dipping from the pockets of a dandy And there's murder in the air at the Connelli room And there's treason in the air at the Groucho If there's a TV pop in the Soho house It doesn't take Sherlock Holmes to tell you That it's Oliver Twist Doing it for the kids Keep the boy on gruel There's a young British artist in the room This is Oliver Twist What if all of the village idiots And all the raspberry ripples Are just putting it on And they're the brightest of all of the cripples? Oliver Twist I cartarista Disappear into a pea souper Swooping down like the Hun Over the gas-lit streets of London Into a pea souper A Cartarista Unto you my children I bestow this gift It's a ballroom blitz This is Oliver Twist This is Oliver Twist A cartarista Into a pea souper Totality for the kids Oliver Twist Swooping down like the Hun Swooping down over Soho It's the Oliver Twist manifesto Oliver twist |
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from Black Box Recorder - England Made Me (2003)
New baby boom starts today, I've got everything you need
Baby boom, take you home, I've been waiting so long New baby boom slipping through your magic fingers (New baby boom) I'll meet a man, but you'll always have your mother's eyes 1st love song for our brand new son 1st love song The kid is gone, he's not my son New baby boom, and your father is a famous man He'll be here soon, I know he loves me, now I've got the proof I knew the first time that I saw his face He'd be the one The kid is gone, he's not my son 1st love song for our brand new son 1st love song The kid is gone, he's not my son New baby boom, congratulations, I've got everything I need New baby boom starts today |
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from Luke Haines - The Oliver Twist Manifesto (2001)
Never work again
La travail jamais, call a general strike in May I invented a century today I rest my case, I demand the right to Never work La travail jamais, Saint-Germain-des-Pres Never work La travail jamais, Saint-Germain-des-Pres Never work in May Or in the summer time, we'll call a general strike For the right to never work I rest today, I'll leave the century today La travail jamais, I'm the Saint-Germain-des-Pres Never work Ma travail jamais, Saint-Germain-des-Pres (Never work) Because we're bone idle (Never work) Or just can't be bothered (Never work) Was I born with a silver (Never work) Spoon in my mouth? Never work Never work Drift through the cities Scorch the earth Follow the letter Never work La tremai Ma travail jamais, Saint-Germain-des-Pres La travail jamais, Saint-Germain-des-Pres Just say no Just say no Just say no Just say no And don't you ever work |
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from Black Box Recorder - The Facts Of Life (2000)
Meet me in the playground after school
When everybody has gone home Promise not to breathe a word of this Don't even look at me till we're alone Or tongues will start to wag Stories will go round They'll talk behind our backs We'll never relive it down Write my name in blood across your shirt (May Queen) Prove to me that I'm the only one (May Queen) And cross your heart and hope to die (May Queen) May God strike you dead if it's a lie (May Queen) Meet me after school Meet me by the fields Away from prying eyes Kids can be so cruel Out in the fields, out in the hay We've come this far, at days and date But if we've heard, but if we've seen Then you might forfeit your first kiss This whole thing no-one else's business (May Queen) This is just a personal affair (May Queen) A one-off test-run for the future (May Queen) Wonder if I'll feel the same tomorrow (May Queen) Tongues will start to wag Stories will go round They'll talk behind our backs We'll never relive it down Now it's the time, now it's the place We've come this far, at days and date But if we've heard, but if we've seen Then you might forfeit your first kiss May Queen |
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from Black Box Recorder - The Worst Of (2001)
It seems like years ago
That the headlines read: Lord Lucan is missing (x2) Lord Lucan is missing (x4) Fleet Street looked everywhere And the police did too Lord Lucan is missing (x2) Repeat Chorus Miss him at the Clearmont Club Or in The South of France Playing on the roulette wheel In another game of chance Lord Lucan is missing (x2) Repeat Chorus |
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from Black Box Recorder - England Made Me (2003)
Born into money it's not a crime
You can fool the people all the time Nine hundred dead in Jonestown Rescued from a shopping mall Heiress with a little girls soul Do you think we'll make the papers? And we're searching for your daughter And we're searching for your daughter On Saturday the childhood ends Strange way to make new friends She's lying in the basement Black boy, white girl Black girl with a blindfold Which one will be your lover And we're searching for your daughter And we're searching for your daughter (Kidnapping an heiress) (Kidnapping an heiress) (Kidnapping an heiress) (Kidnapping an heiress) Lock her up for sixty days Change her hair, change her name Smile for the camera Friendships about trust If we trust you then you're one of us Live together, die for each other And we're searching for your daughter (Kidnapping an heiress) (Kidnapping an heiress) And we're searching for your daughter (Kidnapping an heiress) (Kidnapping an heiress) (Kidnapping an heiress) (Kidnapping an heiress) Born into money it's not a crime You can fool the people all the time Nine hundred dead in Jonestown Get down, stay down (Put a bullet in your head) It's only money Smile for the camera How could you not defend your honour? (Kidnapping an heiress) (Kidnapping an heiress) And we think we've found your daughter (Kidnapping an heiress) (Kidnapping an heiress) And we think we've found your daughter (Kidnapping an heiress) (Kidnapping an heiress) (Kidnapping an heiress) |
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from The Auteurs - New Wave (1993)
Junk shop clothes
Will get you nowhere Theyre out of season Its betrayal with no treason Junk shop clothes Will get you... There is no reason why Your mother was a seamstress Claim soutine never spent A thrift shop dime In this life Lenny bruce never walked In a dead mans shoes Even for one night Junk shop clothes Will get you nowhere No summer pavilion No shooting season Junk shop clothes Will get you... For the rest of your life And the sun never shone On your frame pale and wan |
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from Black Box Recorder - The Worst Of (2001)
It's hardly in my nature boy
I think my star is rising Caught like a rabbit in the glare of the lights Oh, what a beautiful carve up And if my mother's ghost could see me now Staring down at my pillow Moisturized and tranquilized Oh, what a beautiful carve up Save me, save me Save me from Jackie Sixty Take me, take me Take me to the top of the world Walk into a room, snap a thousand spines Head into the cubicle, float back into the room Break a thousand hearts, tear them all to pieces Another grand entrance, another grand exit You look lost, I'll show you around I've seen you before are you someone important? Walked into the room, there was a minor indisgression Smash my fist through a plate glass window This isn't mother nature boy Stripped naked and frightened The only reason that you're here Is because you've been invited Save me, save me Save me from Jackie Sixty Take me, take me Take me to the top of the world... |
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from Black Box Recorder - England Made Me (2003)
It's only the end of the world
Not a death in the family We've seen all the best sights, been on all the best rides At the amusement park-on Saturday We got tongue-tied, after all the best fights Stuff that's too boring to trash, it's classless and crass It's only the end of the world Since the circus left town We've been seen kicking round And now every caress, is some cul-de-sac We've already been down We're just moving our lips, making the sound The ground is still spinning, but it's slowing down It's only the end of the world Where is the love? Satellites break up in the atmosphere Our ashes are scattered in space All of the answers fall into place It's only the end of the world Since the circus left town The world just stopped spinning round We've seen all the prize fires the Sunday gun-fighters With their heads hanging down We just go were the money goes Your hands turn to dust, the magic is lost It's only the end of the world Where is the love? It's only the end of the world It's only the end of the world The end of the world The end of the world The end of the world The end of the world |
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from Black Box Recorder - Passiononoia (2003)
Never mind the rain
Just be thankful that you're here On holiday Put your coat on, go and play Here's some money for today Don't talk to anyone Or I'll send you to bed Without any food And I'll skin you alive You know what I'll do Don't you know that I love you? Don't you know that I love you? Collecting driftwood on a beach Build it up like fire Send a message to a passing ship 'Come and rescue me Come and take me somewhere else Where the weather's good' Now the tide's coming in And it's starting to rain But I'll be back tomorrow And I'll try once again I ran all the way home I ran all the way home I just want to go home The novelty has worn off We are not amused anymore If you really love me You'll let me go home I just want to escape I'm stuck in a Kodak moment With people in the future ... If you really love me Won't you let me go home? I just want to go home I ran all the way home Met a couple on the beach Said they'd lost a child like me Several years ago Said I reminded them Of the way she might have looked They had a photograph They invited me back To look at her room I said maybe tomorrow But I've got to go soon I ran all the way home I ran all the way home I just want to go escape Don't want to be brave Don't ever want to go back there again If you really love me You'll let me go home I ran all the way home I know that you love me You're taking care of me I'm frightened, I'm tired (If you really love me) But I want to go home I just want to go home I ran all the way home I ran all the way home I ran all the way home |
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from The Auteurs - New Wave (1993)
They were hanging on
For grim life They were clutching at straws They were sure That the ship was at port As it sailed far from shore They were keen philosophers They were keen on hurt They were like A pair of dumb dogs Rolling in the dirt (That's) you and Your idiot brother Waiting in the wing Which one holds up the other Which one pulls the string One bite of the apple One chop at the tree Is your word as good as your bond Your stammer, your honesty You could have it for free Because nothing works For no-one And that won't work for me Nothing works For no-one at all No-one works for free We were getting on famously I was doing my bit They got no claim on me So send me a writ I was walking Around your house In the middle of the night Home medicine erotica Is your prescription right? I want to kill your sister With some business advice Never question your loyalty On the telephone line And what about our fat friend With the golden ear Upped and left Turned down your best shot Now you're in arrears |
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from Black Box Recorder - England Made Me (2003)
I was brought up in an ideal home
Bay windows let the sun shine through Natural light chased the shadows I was brought up in an ideal home In an ideal home nothing you do can go wrong In an ideal home everything's safe and you can Sit by the fire, read a good book or watch TV Miserable songs from the house next door Perhaps they're planning to end it all They should come around to our house Like the sunshine, in oue ideal home In an ideal home nothing you do can go wrong In an ideal home there's never an awkward silence Turn out the lights, sit in the dark and watch the stars Everythings safe in an ideal home In an ideal home In an ideal home In an ideal home |
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from The Auteurs - New Wave (1993)
In my role
As a groundbreaker As a pallbearer In my past life As a benefactor My lost years As an actor The stars are brighter Are lighter Than they have been for years Those stars are tighter At one time I've never seen so many How could I be wrong? In my role As a peacemaker As a lifesaver In your room As a plan hatcher A soul snatcher |
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from The Auteurs - New Wave (1993)
When I first met you
You were not house trained A backwoods trier The world's your oyster Your time is mine What's yours is mine all mine There's no honour Among thieves So we worked together A varied rich and famous crime You had your motives I had mine For a soul to find Little piece rub off on mine Trinkets, memorabilia Diamonds for the taking One man's treasure never meant a thing When I was housebreaking Took a buckshot landing >From my most famous client Must have lost it in the fall Came away empty handed When I first met you I was not housetrained |
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from The Auteurs - New Wave (1993)
Home again
Housesitting again Rifle through Your possessions and stuff Things that you Are ashamed of Home again, housesitting again Looking through photos At the back of your drawer The way you looked When you were small You're safe, therec￡o no prowler No creeper in your lane It's better than drugs, it's cool To be in your home again Home again, housesitting again It's just a little bit far From the main crowd reading your poems When you're not around Home again Hospital letter, a clinic hold A test that you took Awaiting results |
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from Black Box Recorder - England Made Me (2003)
Close the windows, draw the blinds
I can't stand it if the sun shines On Sunday Hated Sunday Disturbing pictures on the news Distant wars but they won't touch you On Sunday Hated Sunday Your mother calls, she's alright Your sister calls, she's in hospital Honouring politician dead Car found parked on Beachy Head On Sunday Hated Sunday Oh to be in England on a Sunday Dear old dismal England an a Sunday-ay Hated Sunday Sunday night, time stands still One last drag, it still feels like school Tomorrow Hated Sunday Your mother calls, she's alright Your brother calls, he wants money Oh to be in England on a Sunday Dear old dismal England an a Sunday Oh to be in England on a Sunday Dear old dismal England an a Sunday-ay |
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from Black Box Recorder - Passiononoia (2003)
What do you get if you fall in love?
A pin to burst your ex's bubble A diamond ring; brand new trouble From passionate to paranoid But I'll fall in love again GSOH Q.E.D. GSOH Q.E.D. (Q.E.D.) Fun-loving couple seek disco diva Quietly professional; non-smoker (GSOH Q.E.D.) New to the area; upwardly mobile Educated female seeks Adonis (GSOH Q.E.D.) (Q.E.D.) What do you see when he turns out the lights? A skin parade of his old lovers Sliding underneath the covers Another notch upon the bedpost of life But I'll fall in love again GSOH Q.E.D. GSOH Q.E.D. (Q.E.D.) Charming, well-bred, debonair sophisticate Unexpectedly re-available (GSOH Q.E.D.) Rugged, handsome, virile stallion Two-faced, impotent, spineless reptile (GSOH Q.E.D.) (Q.E.D.) Meanwhile... GSOH Q.E.D. GSOH Q.E.D. (Q.E.D.) What becomes of the broken hearts? They take revenge then feel much better Send you death threats in a letter Intimate pictures on the internet But I'll fall in love again GSOH Q.E.D. GSOH Q.E.D. (Q.E.D.) Attractive divorcee, teen-aged children Looking for a knight in shining armour (GSOH Q.E.D.) Recent widower, young at heart Seeks lady ballroom dancing partner (GSOH Q.E.D.) (Q.E.D.) Company director, likes light opera Looks unimportant - must send photo (GSOH Q.E.D.) Old-fashioned romance, perfect chemistry Uninhabited afternoons free (GSOH Q.E.D.) (Q.E.D.) GSOH Q.E.D. |
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from Black Box Recorder - The Facts Of Life (2000)
Put on your make-up
Apply it with care Use your imagination We can go anywhere We'll have an adventure I'm bored with just love A fairy tale with a sting in the tail Tonight we'll draw blood From Blackpool tower to Brighton pier Turn the lights out we know there's no-one here Goodbye Goodnight The candle is buring So the modern butterfly Can plant out a night-life It's purely desire We might meet some old friends We might push our luck Hot on the heels of something Hot on the heels of not much From Severn bridge to Southend-on-Sea Turn the lights out before you leave, goodnight Goodbye Goodnight It's been a good night It's just a goodnight kiss The night's nearly over Get a taxi at five I'll cradle your head in my hands Check that you're still alive Golden mile to Morecambe bay Turn the lights out as there's nothing left to say Goodbye Goodnight From Dungeness to the Isle of White Would the last one to leave turn out the light Goodbye Goodnight It's just a good night It's been a good night It's just a goodnight kiss |
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from Black Box Recorder - England Made Me (2003)
It's my primary instinct to protect the child
Girl singing in the wreckage My dress is torn, my hair is wild Girl singing in the wreckage My first kiss, my early boyfriend Girl singing in the wreckage Wet weekends, new years eve parties Girl singing in the wreckage Hour after hour after hour Hour after hour after hour My 18th birthday, I'll die of boredom Girl singing in the wreckage My private world is smashed right open Girl singing in the wreckage My 1st trip, my expectations I had a dream that it would end like this No destiny, No destination You hit the ground and then it stops Hour after hour after hour Hour after hour after hour Hour after hour after hour Hour after hour after hour I miss my hometown, it's nothing special Call my parents let them know I've arrived My primary instinct is to protect the child Send the postcard from the airport |
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from Black Box Recorder - The Facts Of Life (2000)
They're digging up human remains
In Notting Hills Behind the screens, behind the wall In our backgarden Don't you know when you're well off? Don't you know when times are good? I just want to be loved I just want to be loved I just want to be loved I just want to be loved They're asking questions door to door Our friends in neighbours They're piecing it together now In perfect order Don't you know when you're well off? Make the best of English weather Sort the roses 'round the door We'll be growing old together I just want to be loved I just want to be loved I just want to be loved I just want to be loved Don't you know when you're well off? Don't look a gift horse in the mounts I just want to be loved I just want to be loved I just want to be loved I just want to be loved I just want to be loved I just want to be loved I just want to be loved (I just want to be loved) I just want to be loved (I just want to be...) I just want to be loved (They're digging up human remains) I just want to be loved (In Notting Hills) (I just want to be...) I just want to be loved (Behind the screens, behind the wall) I just want to be loved (In our backgarden) (I just want to be...) I just want to be loved (They're digging up human remains) I just want to be loved (In Notting Hills) (I just want to be...) I just want to be loved (Behind the screens, behind the wall) I just want to be loved (In Notting Hills) (I just want to be...) In Notting Hill |
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from Black Box Recorder - The Worst Of (2001)
This is the soundtrack of my life
This is the song that keeps me going. Under the water a distant light From Monday morning to Friday night Factory Radio Factory Radio This is no ordinary light This is the place where I belong This is the song I've learnt to sing Familiar words in barren times Factory Radio Factory Radio Factory Radio Factory Radio Factory Radio Factory Radio Factory Radio Factory Radio Factory Radio |
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from Black Box Recorder - England Made Me (2003)
I trapped a spider underneath the glass
I kept it for a week to see how long he lasted He stared right back of me He thought that he could win We played the waiting game He thought that I give in England made me England made me I had a dream last night, that I was drunk I killed the stranger, and left him in a trunk In Brighton railway station It was an unsolved case A famous murder mystery People love mystery England made me England made me England made me England made me I need my privacy, I lead a secret life Sleep with the enemy, and betray both sides I travelled all my life, but never got away From the killing jar, and it got me sick England made me England made me England made me England made me England made me England made me England made me |
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from The Auteurs - New Wave (1993)
Early years
were a shroud man Only a grey cloud shot in the dark Hanging out with your dad His plans for revenge In some hick-town caravan park Never keep a good one Never keep a good one Never keep a good one down Early years were a dreadnought Waiting to tread board And my work down the pan Hanging round By the back door One foot in the stage door Some disaffected fly-by-man Never keep a good one Never keep a good one Never keep a good one down Got wired by a cable Got wild on a table Scared the shit out of me All for the free state The snow and the greasepaint I left the singing family Never keep a good one Never keep a good one Never keep a good one down |
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from The Auteurs - New Wave (1993)
Who cares about
your mystic lies Is it a claim to some reality I found myself barefoot on stones I don't think 'It was meant to be' I don't think 'It just had to be' So how can it be pre-arranged When there's no order anyway I found myself barefoot on stone I don't think it was destiny It wasn't in the stars that day Good fortune smile On my ascendant star Take heed, small talk Don't trust the stars I know that it's insufferable Visionary can be so vain To think that somewhere There's a path for you I know it makes it seem mundane It makes it all seem so mundane Good fortune smile On my ascendant star Take heed, small talk Don't trust the stars |
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from Luke Haines - The Oliver Twist Manifesto (2001)
They're having sex to 'The Kids In America'
This is the story of Discomania Keep me up all night with your own private language This is the story of Pepsi Cola addicts Which one of us killed us? Which one of us am I? Which one of us killed us? Which one of us am I? It's all Discomania It's all Discomania It's all Discomania I'm anti-everything And it's all Discomania We are the kids from the base We're not the kids in America Kim Wilde is sex I'm Tallula Bankhead Carrot cabbage winters Is gonna die from stamp death Which one of us killed us? Which one of us am I? Which one of us killed us? Which one of us am I? It's all Discomania It's all Discomania It's all Discomania Totality for the kids Totality for the government I like people when they keep their mouth shut I like them when they're silent Cos Kim Wilde is sex I'm Tallula Bankhead Carrot cabbage winters Is gonna die from stamp death Which one of us killed us? Which one of us am I? Which one of us killed us? Which one of us am I? Which one of us killed us? Which one of us am I? Which one of us killed us? Which one of us am I? It's all Discomania It's all Discomania It's all Discomania It's all Discomania (It's all Discomania) It's all Discomania (It's all Discomania) It's all Discomania (It's all Discomania) It's all Discomania (It's all Discomania) (mania) |
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from Luke Haines - The Oliver Twist Manifesto (2001)
This is the death of Sarah Lucas
As painted by the mouth of Verona Sarah Lucas and the Turin Shroud Jesus Christ on a tea-towel Take the cigarette Sarah Put it in your mouth, smoke the fucker Light it, suck it, don't blow it Don't make a big deal about it I shot Sarah Lucas I shot Sarah Lucas I shot Sarah Lucas I shot Sarah Lucas She's playing with morality She's using ambiguity She's using humour to question our preconceptions Wish I could be like her but I am not a girl "The Car's The Star" to glue the cigarettes on I shot Sarah Lucas I shot Sarah Lucas I shot Sarah Lucas I shot Sarah Lucas There are things that I don't understand Maybe I'm an average man But Sarah, I'm sorry But I have to kill you I traced her to a member's bar She's holding court, she's talking art Doesn't fruit look funny in a gallery? It could be death by cigarette Or one true blow to the head Just plug Aunt Sally in the belly I shot Sarah Lucas I shot Sarah Lucas I shot Sarah Lucas I shot Sarah Lucas I shot Sarah Lucas I shot Sarah Lucas I shot Sarah Lucas I shot Sarah Lucas |
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from Luke Haines - The Oliver Twist Manifesto (2001)
At the age of 33 and a third, the time that Christ spent on earth
I decided to cut all ties with showbiz As the awards piled up in the bath, well I started to laugh At all those who died in the name of light entertainment Camp Christ, Kitsch Christ, some escapologist Christ fella There's an unfunny Christ comedian tied up in my cellar Fly tipping Christ in a lay-by, All try to catch my attention At the age of 33 and a third, the time that Christ spent on earth I decided to establish a manifesto Until we destroy we'll only have ruins No more masterpieces. No more pseudonyms Speak in tongues change my identity Become invisible I deal in absolutes, no second chances I'm the Holy Grail of poisoned stanzas Do I have to end it all like Billy Mackenzie To get out of the contract? Arse-licking Christ, false Christ, little self-hatred Christ Sex Christ, Death, dumb and blind Christ, Hanging in a garden shed Christ Anorexic Christ, Idiot Christ, All try to catch my attention At the age of 33 and a third, the time that Christ spent on earth I decided to cut all ties with showbiz |
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from Our Little Corner of The World:Music From Gilmore Girls (2002)
I stopped talking when I was six years old
I didn't want anything more to do with the outside world I was happy being quiet But of course they wouldn't leave me alone My parents tried every trick in the book From speech therapists to child psychologists They even tried bribery I could have anything, as long as I said it out loud Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it Of course this episode didn't last forever I'd made my point and it was time to move on To peel away the next layer of deceit And see what new surprises lay in store My school report said I showed no interest 'A disruptive influence' I felt sorry for them in a way And when they finally expelled me It didn't mean a thing Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it ("At that time she stopped what she was doing, she stopped playing... she stared, she had the facial grimicing... and then the psychiatrist was saying, "Julie, Julie, can you hear me? Can you open your eyes? Can you stick out your tongue?" And all of a sudden, Julie struck out") The November day I came home the Christmas decorations were already up Spray on snow, coloured flashing lights And an artificial tree that played Silent Night Over and over again My parents welcomed me with loving arms But within an hour were back at each others throats Normal, happy childhood back on course Batteries not included Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it |
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from Black Box Recorder - England Made Me (2003)
I stopped talking when I was six years old
I didn't want anything more to do with the outside world I was happy being quiet But of course they wouldn't leave me alone My parents tried every trick in the book From speech therapists to child psychologists They even tried bribery I could have anything, as long as I said it out loud Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it Of course this episode didn't last forever I'd made my point and it was time to move on To peel away the next layer of deceit And see what new surprises lay in store My school report said I showed no interest 'A disruptive influence' I felt sorry for them in a way And when they finally expelled me It didn't mean a thing Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it ("At that time she stopped what she was doing, she stopped playing... she stared, she had the facial grimicing... and then the psychiatrist was saying, "Julie, Julie, can you hear me? Can you open your eyes? Can you stick out your tongue?" And all of a sudden, Julie struck out") The November day I came home the Christmas decorations were already up Spray on snow, coloured flashing lights And an artificial tree that played Silent Night Over and over again My parents welcomed me with loving arms But within an hour were back at each others throats Normal, happy childhood back on course Batteries not included Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it |
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from Black Box Recorder - The Worst Of (2001)
Whatever happened to the fear of god?
Whatever happened to church on sunday? Whatever happened to the velvet glove? And the iron fist Whatever happened to the social season? Whatever happened to the debutants? Whatever happened to the South of France? Good old fashioned brutality Everything in it's place Good old fashioned barbarity Leave the room in disgrace Whatever happened to drinking and driving And doing the decent thing? Hiding out on the continent Getting over a nervous breakdown Close the ranks and remove all traces Say anything to stay out of jail What it really boils down to: It always wins, it never fails Good old fashioned brutality Everything in it's place Good old fashioned barbarity Leave the room in disgrace Ah-ah-ah,ah-ah... Driving back from a late night party Took a corner much too fast Head-on collision with the 21st century Whatever happened to brutality? |
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from Black Box Recorder - Passiononoia (2003)
Everybody needs to dream
Romance and love and eight hours sleep A little cottage by the sea A glass of gin, a box of chocolates To be both wanted and decide To move away when we retire No hell or heaven in-between British racing green Pebble-dash houses under- Neath the flight-path, still life Perfectly preserved through double-glazed windows Satellite dish brings Entertainment to our home Crack in the foundations - claim for Compensation leads to Aspirations and pipe dreams Buy myself a sports car British racing green Everybody needs to dream (La, la, la, la, la...) Romance and love and eight hours sleep A little cottage by the sea A glass of gin, a box of chocolates To be both wanted and decide To move away when we retire No hell or heaven in-between British racing green British racing green Still don't know where I was going Top down - inclement weather Just like all the English people Trying to win the Island Race, whatever British Racing Queen British Racing Green Everybody needs to dream Romance and love and eight hours sleep A little cottage by the sea A glass of gin, a box of chocolates To be both wanted and decide To move away when we retire No hell or heaven in-between British racing green British racing green Now I'm living in a chat-room With the Diana fan-club They sent a virus to my dream That wiped the hard-drive British racing green Everybody needs to dream Romance and love and eight hours sleep A little cottage by the sea A glass of gin, a box of chocolates To be both wanted and decide To move away when we retire No hell or heaven in-between British racing green Everybody needs to dream Romance and love and eight hours sleep A little cottage by the sea A glass of gin, a box of chocolates To be both wanted and decide To move away when we retire No hell or heaven in-between British racing Queen British racing green British racing green British racing green |
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from Black Box Recorder - Passiononoia (2003)
Heard in on Sunday evening
Organised a bit of a do Get off the phone, Mum Someone important's trying to get through (Number One) 24/7 promotion (Number One) It's hard work, but it's fun (Number One) Adventures start in shopping centres (Number One) Pray that we're number one (Being Number One) A bed of roses (Number One) A box of chocolates (Number One) A bowl of cherries (Number One) Being number one Being number one Being number one A triumphant return to the home town (Ooh, ooh, ooh...) Treated with love and respect A special school assembly Before they would have broken my neck (Being Number One) My favourite colour (Number One) An E-type Jag (Number One) Roll out the red carpet (Number One - Being number one) A glass of champagne - Not the cheap stuff! God bless the public, God bless Number One God bless the radio, God bless TV God bless pocket money, these are the days (These are the days) Of too much wine and song Being Number One Being Number One Being Number One Being Number One Being Number One The skeletonsdance out of the closet Laughing all the way to the bank (ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee) A dozen illegitimate children (ooh, ooh, ohh) I guess we've got Max Clifford to thank (Being Number One) Toppermost of the poppermost (Number One) Every truck driver's friend (Number One) Climbing up the airwaves (Number One - Being number one) From John O Groats to Lands End (Number One) You're watching you waistline (Number One) A second release (Number One) You sleep with the dogs (Number One - Being number one) You wake up with fleas Being Number One Being Number One Being Number One |
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from The Auteurs - New Wave (1993)
Your star is descending
Round here blindly Tell your dancing daughter That there's no room on the wing We can bitch but it ain't tinsel town Hey! Starchild Can't dance Left out on a useless limb This party will start To drag you down Slap your face And pull your hair Bailed out, bailed out Bailed out, this skin is shed Bailed out, bailed out Bailed out, this thing is dead I was in traction started off smiling Couldn't help laughing I was astounded when They caught you unaware And some missionary said That this week we've got to shoot All the dancing girls And then replace them With satellites instead Bailed out, bailed out Bailed out, this skin is shed Bailed out, bailed out Bailed out, this thing is dead Like to see something change Around here, around there |
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from The Auteurs - New Wave (1993)
They were failing dutifully
If you're going to fail at all Failing came more easily Than it did to us all And I wanted to be there See them again It was easy to see they were The best band to be in I gave up drugging When you spiked my drink Stopped freeloading When I could not get in I gave up singing When I was told I could not dance Knew my place in the world When I heard them start Woke up Sunday morning With a hole the size of my pool Couldn't believe I'd grown so ugly Couldn't believe I'd been so cruel I should've set back Thought about their past East coast to west coast How they'd struggled for their art Some people were born to write Some people were born to dance Thought I knew my place in the world Thought I knew my art Glad to be there, see them begin It was easy to see They were the best band to be in American Guitars... |
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