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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 - 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 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 - 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 - 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 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 - 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 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 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 - 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 - 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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Two sisters sighed
Sais we might as well be lovers We're so close Just like blood brothers And the horse guard died I lost all power She said to me Dis you come down in the shower Their mother cried Her religion was faultless Thought obeyed She remained unaware of this And the horse guard... What am I to do For a sister like you Two sisters cried For their missing brother Who was found cold but alive No longer their lover |
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from The Auteurs - Now I'M A Cowboy (2003)
She's going downtown
but she comes from uptown Where the brokers and the dealers socialise She's going downtown Cos she's a poet And the Chinese bakery's open all night Toulouse Lautrec called up today Said it's Rock n Roll anyway Excuse me while It's tearing off your head Epiphany just went to ground The three men just can't be found The underground just shook its weary head She said she's gonna show me around The Chinese bakery thats open Twenty hours She's going downtown... Got a roller coaster in my head You press the button - It'll eject Your present is just somebodys past Don't blink, pinch me twice Just seen Bob Dylan on a motorbike I don't think this relationship will last She said she's gonna show me around The Chinese bakery thats open Twenty hours She's going downtown... And the Chinese bakery's open all night |
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from The Auteurs - Now I'M A Cowboy (2003)
You've had your fill of laughing gas
And pacing 'round the waiting room Heard you moved into an empty house When they broke into the girls bedroom The daughter of a child Said she's got the whole thing down Best inform the missing persons act You know your daughter cant be found Do you want something to eat? Who'd look good in Captoe's hat Are you trying to poison me Who siad that I could ever act Daughter of a child... |
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from The Auteurs - Now I'M A Cowboy (2003)
I'm a rich man's toy
Sick of the way you've been putting me down Sick of all your stupid games I'm a rich man's toy You're a son of a gun and I'm easily led Coming up sometimes for air I'm a rich man's toy Sick of the way you've been putting me down Sick of all your stupid games A toy - when you die they'll burn your bones But they'll never destroy your remains You must be the king of the world I'm a rich man's toy The duchess envoy said when I was a kid You'd smack me around on a whim I'm a rich man's toy Your boyfriend moved all my things in the hall - Didn't know you were sleeping with him I'm a rich man's toy With powder and make-up D'you think that I scrub up well? Watching you wake up Who's right who's not Who's gonna get it now that I'm a rich man's toy What's the matter with me? What's the matter with you? What's the matter with me Read us the riot act Or read your cues Powder and make-up Watching you wake up Do you think that I scrub up well Who's right who's not Who owes who what Who's gonna get it now... I'm a rich man's toy |
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from The Auteurs - Now I'M A Cowboy (2003)
There were mourners on the street
of every shape and size The motorcade came down from Redondo Assasins on the corner tried to throw you a line You dirty-mouth comic Rodolfo Lenny Valentino reside The Pope renounced you as the real one Lazarus decided to rise The Twentieth Century had only begun Ladies averted their eyes Lenny Valentino reside John Judnich in the bathroom reading the law Kitty in the hall with your mother The girls are sick and tired of your blah blah blah Some beat-kid said there's no other and that's Lenny Valentino reside |
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from The Auteurs - Now I'M A Cowboy (2003)
Bruises from your head to your toe
There are marks all over you There's no place for you to hide Since they painted you black and blue Blue's the colour I made your eyes Charcoat the hair If I fall down Don't be surprised This surveillance was unprepared I'm watching over You every move Life classes life model Life lesson due Show me where to disrobe dear Where It's out of view Say something good or shut your mouth This surveillance is overdue I'm watching over You every move Life classes life model Life lesson due And there's no way to hold your head So hold your head that low And there's no way to hold your head So those things just don't show Now It's a Cowboy Carrying a gun Life classes / Life model Life lesson begun |
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from The Auteurs - Now I'M A Cowboy (2003)
Well the desk porter laughed
News of our legend and our exploits Travelled car From bell-hop to hired car All this and more Modern History On the third floor So is this where he died Spend your life cutting words up With a knife I light a candle for each night You wate away your life Modern history On the third floor Well they're never gonna forget us We're the most famous People that they know Went to a party I didn't say a word You don't know how lucky you were You don't know how lucky you are So we set fire to your room And we bandaged up your hands and arms - now Where's your beauty gone Modern history On the third floor |
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from The Auteurs - Now I'M A Cowboy (2003)
Want a girl to hold my hand
When the plane lands When the cracks appear in the plan And the rocks turn into sand Better call my new French girlfiend Make a call international All around the world Money fame liberate and free Alain, Rene, Vanessa and me Ahh... Better call my new French Girlfriend That's The price Of success Want a girl to hold my hand When the plane lands |
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from The Auteurs - Now I'M A Cowboy (2003)
Some of the clothes you stole
From your lovers home Make you glow in the dark - Make you light up The room on your own Formative years were a drag But we passed the time somehow I´m in a cahoots with the Upper classes now Put it all in a trust fund She can´t touch ´till she´s twenty one Amazing the cruel hand of fate A tax loss against the state You had to move three times this year I´d rather be any where but there The champagne highs and the giddy Lights - are paradise House guest is here Can´t believe that the vanishing point appeared Can hardly believe - people live in houses behind trees Formative years were a drag But we passed the time somehow I´m in a cahoots with the upper classes now That cunt´s really got it sussed Selling wine, selling drugs You can´t get so far whit a pershing wit But the money´s in trust - isn´t it? What treasures can you hold and name You don´t have the right face The champagne highs and the giddy lights - are paradise Some of your friends,from your other life Just don´t belong They´re crude and they´re plain It´s not their fault It´s the world they´re from (and) you can´t come here no more Unless you use the tradesmans door There´s nothing wrong with inherited wealth If you melt the silver - yourself Put it all in a trust fund She can´t touch ´till she´s twenty one The champagne highs and the giddy lights - are paradise Some of the clothes you stole From your lovers home Are better than the clothes We stole from the Shops in our own I´m in a cahoots with the Upper classes now |
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from The Auteurs - Now I'M A Cowboy (2003)
We first met it was raining
In a house with bay windows And all the fitting and fixtures And a catalogue of injury She's got a credo in underground movies Her father is a lawyer Who paid for the fitting and fixtures And a house with bay windows And I'm calling from a Baltimore Hotel Don't let it ring again Your movies are your own You're on a limb again calling from a Baltimore hotel Don't let it ring again Your movies are your own Don't let him in again Four weeks later in April I took her to the doctors Said "I've no prescription" For compromised solution And I'm calling from a Baltimore Hotel Don't let it ring again Your movies are your own You're on a limb again calling from a Baltimore hotel Don't let it ring again Your movies are your own Don't let him in again Ten years Caught in a trap by my own cunning Thought I was smart Thought I was dying For years I lived in a flat without water running Thought it was smart Thought it was funny I'm writing in memoirs The underground press remain faithful Ghost writing her memoirs Maybe we'll get it on cable |
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from The Auteurs - The Auteurs Vs M-Ziq (2003)
She's going downtown
but she comes from uptown Where the brokers and the dealers socialise She's going downtown Cos she's a poet And the Chinese bakery's open all night Toulouse Lautrec called up today Said it's Rock n Roll anyway Excuse me while It's tearing off your head Epiphany just went to ground The three men just can't be found The underground just shook its weary head She said she's gonna show me around The Chinese bakery thats open Twenty hours She's going downtown... Got a roller coaster in my head You press the button - It'll eject Your present is just somebodys past Don't blink, pinch me twice Just seen Bob Dylan on a motorbike I don't think this relationship will last She said she's gonna show me around The Chinese bakery thats open Twenty hours She's going downtown... And the Chinese bakery's open all night |
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from The Auteurs - The Auteurs Vs M-Ziq (2003)
You've had your fill of laughing gas
And pacing 'round the waiting room Heard you moved into an empty house When they broke into the girls bedroom The daughter of a child Said she's got the whole thing down Best inform the missing persons act You know your daughter cant be found Do you want something to eat? Who'd look good in Captoe's hat Are you trying to poison me Who siad that I could ever act Daughter of a child... |
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from The Auteurs - The Auteurs Vs M-Ziq (2003)
We first met it was raining
In a house with bay windows And all the fitting and fixtures And a catalogue of injury She's got a credo in underground movies Her father is a lawyer Who paid for the fitting and fixtures And a house with bay windows And I'm calling from a Baltimore Hotel Don't let it ring again Your movies are your own You're on a limb again calling from a Baltimore hotel Don't let it ring again Your movies are your own Don't let him in again Four weeks later in April I took her to the doctors Said "I've no prescription" For compromised solution And I'm calling from a Baltimore Hotel Don't let it ring again Your movies are your own You're on a limb again calling from a Baltimore hotel Don't let it ring again Your movies are your own Don't let him in again Ten years Caught in a trap by my own cunning Thought I was smart Thought I was dying For years I lived in a flat without water running Thought it was smart Thought it was funny I'm writing in memoirs The underground press remain faithful Ghost writing her memoirs Maybe we'll get it on cable |
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from The Auteurs - After Murder Park (2003)
esme could you shut the door
and put the oil lamp on the floor i feel it coming on again just like it did on saturday voices after murder park in the damp in the dark maybe we should call the law maybe we should call the child's parents i'll love you until the end hi, hello, what have you seen? god, it's good to hear your voice again did you miss your brother darling i will always love you lying, in a shallow grave there's a church nearby and a railway on a bed of mud and wire esme find out where the child is buried marry the first born bury the stillborn i love you and i always will we are lying here waiting to be buried we are lying here and you're losing contact with the dead please don't ask about the future i am not a fortune teller i know you're just being civil but don't make this trivial uncles i have never seen only in my own dead dream on a bed of mud and wire esme find out where the child is buried i'll love you until the end |
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from The Auteurs - After Murder Park (2003)
happy birthday buddha
happy hunting, happy hiding, happy new year i hope you get yourself together i hope your absence is made clear i first learned, their was a value in a little subterfuge from some old peeping tom or another woman's refuge came in contact with a svengali he was housebound and unwell choked on a whale bone in a cantonese restaurant his nervous system had broken down 9 singing buddhas |
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from The Auteurs - After Murder Park (2003)
when i first saw the child brides
two bridegroom boys at their side genevieve in union with -holy communion marriane the younger wife and the child brides went down to the water neptune calls out to his daughters throw yourself at the tide i'll see you on the other side in a loveless marriage - when i was fourteen all brained knees and black knees then you come round here with your fancy talk and your big ideas what have you done with your wives chorus bride of christ, bride of jesus bride of the fish when you're fathoms down and the uncles and the brothers with their Sunday suits on search the villages and towns but the child brides etc |
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from The Auteurs - After Murder Park (2003)
their legend lay in tatters
from perth to john o'groats the dead sea navigators should've been buried at birth and of course i loved them dearly and i miss them now they're gone the dea sea navigators wished they'd had a son even in their heyday no-one like them anyway committed boozers 3 a.m. shivers this one goes out to those not with us john the barman and mickey green this one goes out to all the drinkers at the red lion and our friends, though they are few angel, johnny, pain, keith charity this one's for you and what's left of your nerve will get you through from brighton down to eastbourne sea sick sailors getting tough but the dead sea navigators were made of stouter stuff golden years, golden years no-one like them 'cept for us season's ending , all night porters thy honour defending with last orders all the sunbathers staring at the sun this one goes out to the invisible children - as yet unborn and our friends though they are few overcoat boys with more brains than brawn this one's for you and all that sail in the deas sea navigators this one's for you |
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from The Auteurs - After Murder Park (2003)
well they sent back all the bodies
who were looking really hopeless well it didn't seem that callous till they stopped you in your flow she's surrounded by her wardens and they're looking really nervous all about the man from reuters here to nullify your glow everything you say will destroy you - anyway everything you say will come haunt you round each corner everything you say will destroy you well you may think that you're buddha lying on a mound of ashes you were mentioned in the postscript of dispatches anyway and the majors really nervous when he's walking round the airport you know your master's card is marked your upstart charge is cool and smart your unwanted suitor leaves his things around your home he's marking out his territory he's pissing on your ansaphone well you may think that you're buddha lying on a mound of ashes you were mentioned in dispatches in the postscript anyway |
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from The Auteurs - After Murder Park (2003)
you may be wary of fallen stars
they're always poking around in the dark the ariel view of a dying man screaming out can you help me invisible man you must be wary of ghosts in the dark they know all your history they know all your past all of the angels are doing their bit clearing the house of your animal shit fear of flying is eating you whole i have no fear of dying at all it's absurd that a silver bird should have a fear of flying at all you may be wary of who you short change keeping the short-con well within range the ariel view of an idiot bird screaming out can you help me but nobody heard you may be wary of ghosts of the past sexless and incorrigible in the dark they're making an ariel map of abuse all of the a-roads leading to home |
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from The Auteurs - After Murder Park (2003)
In a absement flat lying undercover
in a head full of height were a couple of lovers I'll buy you san-energy I'll buy you a beer hotfoot it downtown if you move I'll shoot land lovers- terrified of the land they are loved by the land lay unlimited/they are are limited by the land they are shunned by the land I believe that some of the brothers have been mixing it with land lovers well I heard your old man was a radio ham picking up signals from unoccupied lands government intelligence isn't what it was put a bullet in his brain when he picked up a doodle bug medicine men, went undercover, espionage viva, land lovers parasite to the state uber alles, uber hate bad moon, bad moon, leave the body in state and they cut off your arms and they cut off your legs and they made you a target for american bombers |
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from The Auteurs - After Murder Park (2003)
When you cut your lover's slack
you'll get a f**king monster back information indiscreet- it's just an acrobatic trick disintergrates at 2000 feet vanishes into mercury light aircraft on fire tombestone queen victoria was an ex wing-walker everybody ignored her everybody implored her to- vainsh in to the radio disappear in the waveband slow light aircraft on fire disintergrate at 2000 feet disappear into mercury there's a dark premonition an accident will happen theres a pre-science preacher in the cabin everybody eat your dust everybody love your dust lifgt aircraft on fire |
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from The Auteurs - After Murder Park (2003)
sack the maid - put her in chains until
she say's that it's painless and I couldn't care less twenty years married to a lazy lover twenty years mixing alcohol and downers sack the maid for dealing in state propoganda sack the state what would your common lover do beat the daylights out of you? it's a national threat married to a lazy lover against the west married to a lazy lover i could teach him how to drink but he just threw up in the sink the man from the ministy didn't have to say that your lover's on the shelf would he bite the bit or split my lip? anyway this marraige is annulled |
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new brat in town
new brat in town who's been found counting aloud- when there's a new brat in town your precious things your precious dear and a chat show host went and cut the throat of an off-shore engineer hey hey! yeah yeah! assumed a crucifix hey hey! yeah yeah! you are the promper one I'll give you half an hour, make a phone call pack a suitcase, break your fingers shut the door and don't be late I give you half an hour new brat in town - got the bully boys out and twenty pound of hate she's an acrobatic kid high-flyer as a child been eaten alive - time after time you're doing fine |
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taking out the garbage at the columbia hotel
nobody got a ticket out of cripple town better call suspension - bakelite and dial we'll take the f**king building out - baader meinhof style every day, every hour, every minute every dawn to sundown everybody's gonna get it - in tombstone every day, every hour, we're related for the rest of the year everybody's gonna get it tombstone is here like to thank my mother for inventing rock and roll i'd be lost without it, i would not be whole honeymoon is over - waiting fr the cops sitting shit faced in dan's car thinking 'bout who we're not tombstone, tombstone got a gun we've got all the women and children all tied up for fun got to see a doctor, i need to turn my bones to milk nobody ever found the gold upon the hill and i wanted glamour not tragic rock n roll and i want a lover, who'll nail me to the wall everybody etc. |
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People 'round here
don't like to talk about it Presumed dead Unsolved Child Murder Since they dragged the lake you know they sealed our fate cordoned off some wood and gave a photo to a psychic Presumed Dead Unsolved Child Murder If I die before my parents die If I die before my parents die more hate mail through the door didn't know that sundays could be useful after all people can be cruel and spineless hung around your house waiting for your mother rachel says she's married to a doctor presumed dead unsolved child murder If I die before my parents die If I die before my parents die better move on - with the good stuff better move on - right away sod this town and people's pity let's get on with the nitty gritty presumed dead - unsolved child murder I believe in ESP when you're dealing with a master thief headlines scream "he's been missing 2 weeks" Rachel said when we find we can cure him we can make him better raise him from the dead unsolved child murder raise him from the dead unsolved child murder |
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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 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)
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 - 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 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 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - The Worst Of (2001)
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 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 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 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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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 - 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 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 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 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)
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)
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 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 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 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 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 Art Of Driving [digital single] (2000) | |||||
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