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from Lloyd Cole And The Commotions - Lloyd Cole And The Commotions 1984-1989 (1989)
Walking in the pouring rain
Walking with Jesus and Jane Jane was in her turtleneck I was much happier then If I were to ask you What would you do with yourself? If I were to tell you Would you just talk to yourself? Am I asking oh for so much? I'm not asking to be understood Am I asking oh for so much? I'm just looking for a brand new friend A brand new friend Walking in the pouring rain Walking with Jesus and Jane Jane was in her turtleneck I was much happier then Am I asking oh for so much? You could do anything you wanted to Am I asking oh for so much? No, just something that I can hold down 'Cause it's all downhill now So let me count the times that we swore and lied that we'd Tie ourself to the railway line Let me count the times when of course we lied Well we knew no better, it was no crime Let me count the times I, well I don't know when I, when I'll be content But I do know I need a brand new friend ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By COLE, LLOYD/COWAN, BLAIR GRAY <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from Lloyd Cole And The Commotions - Lloyd Cole And The Commotions 1984-1989 (1989)
I've been bought and sold
I've been hung upside down So you can hear me breathing Do you think it's easy I've been aching all through summer I've been aching just to fall Cut me down I've been billy name and filled my pockets with sand I've seen everything I hang upon your pretty frown I have wasted all my summer I've been aching just to fall Cut me down All she had too much class to mention Were the things he never knew All the things she left unspoken Were the things he needed So I'm not hurting anymore I've been bought and sold and I've been hung upside down Can you hear me breathing do you think it's easy I may find it hard to follow I've been aching just to fall Cut me down ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By COLE, LLOYD <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from Lloyd Cole And The Commotions - Lloyd Cole And The Commotions 1984-1989 (1989)
She crossed herself as she put on her thingsShe has promised once before not to live this wayIf she don't calm down she will burn herself outLike a forest fire, well doesn't that make you smileIf you don't slow down, I swear that I'll come roundAnd mess up your place, let's go for a spinThey say we shouldn't even know each otherAnd that we'll be undoneDon't it make you smile like a forest fireI believe in love, I'll believe in anythingThat's gonna get me what I want and get me off my kneesThen we'll burn your house down, don't it feel so goodThere's a forest fire every time we get togetherHey pick you up, put you downRip you up and spin you roundJust like we said we would'cause we're a forest fireBelieve you me, we'll tear this place downIf we get caught in this wind, then we could burn the oceanIf we get caught in this scene, we're gonna be undoneIt's just a simple metaphorIt's for a burning loveDon't it make you smile like a forest fire
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from Lloyd Cole And The Commotions - Lloyd Cole And The Commotions 1984-1989 (1989)
There you go again
Alma tell me when Will you never learn And now you're underweight And overpaid You will not be saved And you're pushing 38 Heaven knows your train is late Although my chance is slim You percieve the state you're in Is good for one last fling In a drastic dress you walk in drastic steps Revealing no interest You know it seems you won't be spared And you're so much wiser unaware, unaware Independent means being alone and being Good for one last fling So there you go again Alma tell me when Will you ever learn Instead you walk in these drastic steps When you know too well You're train has left, you're train has left ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By COLE, LLOYD <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from Lloyd Cole And The Commotions - Lloyd Cole And The Commotions 1984-1989 (1989)
Jennifer we can't go wrong lets put it in writingJennifer we can't go wrong lets do it right nowMaybe you're a little hastyBut they say love is blindNow her name's on youHer name on youHer name on youJennifer in blueDid you ever have a bad dream wake up and it not stop?Did you ever feel for a girl for a time and then stop?Well it's written there in blueWith a heart and arrow throughHer name on youHer name on youHer name on youJennifer in blueOh forever you said that's forever you said yes foreverAnd forever she said that's forever she said yes foreverStill it's written there in blueWith a heart and arrow throughHer name on youHer name on youHer name on youJennifer in blueOh forever you said that's forever you said that's foreverAnd forever she said that's forever she said yes foreverBup ba da da da da, Bup ba da da da daBup ba da da da daBup ba da da da da, Bup ba da da da daBup ba da da da daBut you change with the weatherYou change with the weatherWith the weatherThis is the rain
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from Lloyd Cole And The Commotions - Lloyd Cole And The Commotions 1984-1989 (1989)
it took a lost weekend in a hotel in amsterdam
and double pneumonia in a single room and the sickest joke was the price of the medicine are you laughing at me now may i please laugh along with you this morning i woke up from a deep unquiet sleep with ashtray clothes and miss lonelyheart`s pen with which i wrote for you a lovesong in tatoo upon my palm `twas stolen from me when jesus took my hand you see i i wouldn't say it if i didn't mean it drop me and i`ll fall to pieces too easily i was a king bee with a head full of attitude wore my heart on my sleeve like a stained my aim was to taboo you could we meet in the marketplace did i ever hey please did you wound my knees you see i i wouldn't say it if i didn't mean it drop me and i`ll fall to pieces yes it`s too easy and there's nobody else to blame will i hang my head in a crying shame there is nobody else to blame nobody else except my sweet self again it took a lost weekend in a hotel in amsterdam twenty four gone years to conclude in tears that the sickest joke was the price of the medicine are you laughing at me now may i please laugh along i was a king bee with a head full of attitude and ashtray heart on my sleeve wounded knees and my one love song was a tatoo upon my palm you wrote upon me when you took my hand you see i i wouldn't say it if i didn't mean it drop me and i`ll fall to pieces too easily |
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from Lloyd Cole And The Commotions - Lloyd Cole And The Commotions 1984-1989 (1989)
Hey I was walking my bag
Through a 20 storey non stop snow storm Pirrelli calendar girls wrestling in body lotion My head's swimming with poetry and prose Excuse me one moment whilst I powder my nose Me and my good thing are just about as close as can be We gave up sleep at the age of 17 My world's getting bigger as my eyesight gets worse I can't see the lines on my idiot board What about love? I don't let that stuff in my house This is the glamorous life there's no time for fooling around Lord have mercy I know what I'm doing I don't need an alibi I need a fire escape and an open window It's my problem it's nothing I can't deal with I'm not chasing anything just jogging baby What's your bag? Hundred million dollar jam Got some traffic yessir in my nose Motorcycle speed cops burning up my dust roads My baby left me heck ain't that a shame She's over in the corner with my new best friend I'm doing fine with my whisky and wine And meet me in the john john meet me in the john john Lord have mercy ...What's your bag? Spin spin whisky and gin I suffer for my art Bartender I got wild mushrooms growing in my yard Fix me a quart of petrol clams on the half shell Feels like prohibition baby give me the hard sell More give me more give me more more more I'm your yes man yes ma'am I'm your yes man Lord have mercy... ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By CLARK, NEIL ROBERT/COLE, LLOYD/COWAN, BLAIR GRAY <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from Lloyd Cole And The Commotions - Lloyd Cole And The Commotions 1984-1989 (1989)
Should you awake dear from your beauty sleep
To find your room swimming in blue and green Should you awake to feel like you'd never slept And feel so very old well don't you feel alone I'm kind of blue blue for you again I guess I'm a fool at least I'm not innocent But what to do whatever I touch turns blue And should you find yourself lost but in no need of sympathy Calm down to the beach and watch the waves come in I dream the ocean was in my house I feel the surf against my skin But I just can't keep the waves from dragging me down But when you say Ooh baby you're my best friend Then I lose I lose my common sense I'm kind of blue it's the truth Should you awake dear from your beauty sleep To find your room swimming in blue and green Should you awake to feel like you'd never slept And feel so very old Well don't you feel alone I'm kind of blue blue for you again I guess I'm a fool at least i'm not innocent But what to do whatever I touch turns blue Blue for you again I guess I'm a fool at least I'm not innocent I may be blue but don't you let me make you blue Too ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By COLE, LLOYD <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from Lloyd Cole And The Commotions - Lloyd Cole And The Commotions 1984-1989 (1989)
I choose my friends only far too well
I'm up on the pavement, they're all down in the cellar With their government grants and my I.Q. They brought me down to size, academia blues Louise is a girl, I know her well She's up on the pavement, yes she's a weather girl And I'm staying up here so I may be undone She's inappropriate, but then she's much more fun and When she smiles my way My eyes go out in vain She's got perfect skin Shame on you, you've got no sense of grace, shame on me Ah just in case I might come to a conclusion Other than that which is absolutely necessary And that's perfect skin Louise is the girl with the perfect skin She says turn on the light, otherwise it can't be seen She's got cheekbones like geometry and eyes like sin And she's sexually enlightened by cosmopolitan and When she smiles my way My eyes go out in vain For her perfect skin Yeah that's perfect skin She takes me down to the basement to look at her slides Of her family life, pretty weird at times At the age of ten she looked like greta garbo And I loved her then, but how was she to know that When she smiles my way My eyes go out in vain She's got perfect skin Up eight flights of stairs to her basement flat Pretty confused huh, being shipped around like that Seems we climbed so high now we're down so low Strikes me the moral of this song must be there never has been one ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By COLE, LLOYD <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from Lloyd Cole And The Commotions - Lloyd Cole And The Commotions 1984-1989 (1989)
Jodie wears a hat although it hasn't rained for six daysShe says a girl needs a gun these daysHey on account of all the rattlesnakesShe looks like Eve marie saint in on the waterfrontShe reads Simone de Beauvoir in her American circumstanceShe's less than sure if her heart has come to stay in San JoseAnd her never-born child still haunts herAs she speeds down the freewayAs she tries her luck with the traffic policeOut of boredom more than spiteShe never finds no trouble, she tries too hardShe's obvious despite herselfShe looks like Eve Marie Saint in on the waterfrontShe says all she needs is therapy, yeahAll you need is, love is all you needJodie never sleeps 'cause there are always needles in the hayShe says that a girl needs a gun these daysHey on account of all the rattlesnakesShe looks like Eve Marie Saint in on the waterfrontAs she reads Simone de Beauvoir in her American circumstanceHer heart, heart's like crazy pavingUpside down and back to frontShe says "ooh, it's so hard to loveWhen love was your great disappointment."
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from Lloyd Cole And The Commotions - Lloyd Cole And The Commotions 1984-1989 (1989)
You will never be no good
No you will never be no good D'you know what I'd do if I could Chop you up into firewood Because you have sinned far too many times You have sinned far too many times And you will pay for all your crimes You will never be no good Not not ever no good You know it's hard to sympathise You know it's hard to sympathise When you never tell nothing but lies And it's hard to sympathise You say you're born in the barrel of a gun Some say you're born in the barrel of a gun You were your mother's seventh son And no excuse could be a good enough one And don't you love her madly You want to be her daddy Well that won't do you no good You might just slip into the priesthood You will never be no good No you will never be no good D'you know what I'd do if I could And then we'd all receive a knighthood You'll never be no good ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By COLE, LLOYD/COWAN, BLAIR <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from Lloyd Cole And The Commotions - Rattlesnakes (1985)
She drove her mother's car, 'twas a deux chevalI was most impressed by the casual dressI was most impressedInside her rented room colored deepest blueI suppose we found some kind of happinessTo fill the emptinesswe were simply wasting precious timeHiding from the cruelest summer sun she drove her mother's car to get away from meHeaven knows that I, I can sympathizeOh I can sympathizeOh we were never close, if the truth were toldAll we ever shared was a taste in clothes Oh we were never closewe were simply losing everythingUnderneath the cruelest london sun
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from Lloyd Cole And The Commotions - Rattlesnakes (1985)
I was looking for a rhyme for the New York TimesWhen I sensed I was not aloneShe said "do you know how to spell 'audaciously'?"I could tell I was in loveAnd so I forced a smile contrary to my styleAnd she looked into my eyesShe said "do you want to go heaven,Or would you rather not be saved?Here comes my trainI'm on my way, will you not see?I don't need your sympathyI won't read your poetry, oh sweetness pleaseSo she took me back to her basement flatWhich was down on Charlotte StreetThough it was never my intentionWe were not intense, not least because--"Well. if you must just take, then I'm a piece of cake"That is what she said to meAnd so I gave myself to her charityWell at least that's how it seemedHere comes my trainI'm on my way, what got into me?I don't need your sympathyI won't read your poetry, oh bittersweetsI was looking for a rhyme for the New York Times when I was distractedYes, those were precious times together that we wastedNow I'm working hard for my union cardI must be leaving Charlotte StreetThough it was never my intention to stay so longSo long
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from Lloyd Cole And The Commotions - Rattlesnakes (1985)
She crossed herself as she put on her thingsShe has promised once before not to live this wayIf she don't calm down she will burn herself outLike a forest fire, well doesn't that make you smileIf you don't slow down, I swear that I'll come roundAnd mess up your place, let's go for a spinThey say we shouldn't even know each otherAnd that we'll be undoneDon't it make you smile like a forest fireI believe in love, I'll believe in anythingThat's gonna get me what I want and get me off my kneesThen we'll burn your house down, don't it feel so goodThere's a forest fire every time we get togetherHey pick you up, put you downRip you up and spin you roundJust like we said we would'cause we're a forest fireBelieve you me, we'll tear this place downIf we get caught in this wind, then we could burn the oceanIf we get caught in this scene, we're gonna be undoneIt's just a simple metaphorIt's for a burning loveDon't it make you smile like a forest fire
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from Lloyd Cole And The Commotions - Rattlesnakes (1985)
I was woken up at four a.m. by your screams and anguished cries
Your mother was singing in the bathroom, she will never be my child Oh baby talks in her sleep so loud We're living four flights up but I swear right now it feels like underground Well you have absolutely no common sense, yes I know that's your charm You spend the whole day on the phone, you say well it helps you stay calm You cling to my arm, yes I know that's your charm And when I ask you what you want you say do you mind hey crocodile Well then could you give me some peace, you say well maybe for a while Sometimes you know you could almost be a child Oh must you tell me all your secrets When it's hard enough to love you knowing nothing We're living four flights up but I swear right now it feels like underground You are your own worst enemy, so don't expect my sympathy Oh go back to your mother's house and cry your little heart out You can drive them back to town in a beat-up grace kelly car Looking like a friend of truman capote, looking exactly like you are Yes, yes I know that's your charm So don't ask me if I want you, only ask me if I must I been blown around so long, don't know which senses to trust Oh no, but I know that I must Oh must you tell me all your secrets When it's hard enough to love you knowing nothing We're living four flights up but I swear right now it feels like underground ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By LLOYD COLE/LAWRENCE DONEGAN <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from Lloyd Cole And The Commotions - Rattlesnakes (1985)
early in the morning, just by the break of day
well that's when my patience went away she took her bags but she left all her clothes she took her keys and left me out in the cold wearing a plastic coat and the pressures of life through lack of patience i get the pressures of her patience is a girl that i hate to love the way i do, but i do she wakes me up in the morning through squeaking in my dreams she took her bags but she left all her clothes she took her keys and left me out in the cold all because of patience i get the pressures of life through lack of patience i get the pressures of her she beat me up and left me out in the pouring rain without no keys, without no reason to go back again she left me empty-handed, she left me empty-hearted not no money, not nothing but the blues all because of patience i get the pressures of life through lack of patience i get the pressures of her she said the one thing that she needs is happiness i don't believe that she's happy 'til she sees that i'm in distress no, all because of patience i get the pressures of life through lack of patience i get the pressures of her and i swoon ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By LLOYD COLE/BLAIR COWAN <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from Lloyd Cole And The Commotions - Rattlesnakes (1985)
I choose my friends only far too well
I'm up on the pavement, they're all down in the cellar With their government grants and my I.Q. They brought me down to size, academia blues Louise is a girl, I know her well She's up on the pavement, yes she's a weather girl And I'm staying up here so I may be undone She's inappropriate, but then she's much more fun and When she smiles my way My eyes go out in vain She's got perfect skin Shame on you, you've got no sense of grace, shame on me Ah just in case I might come to a conclusion Other than that which is absolutely necessary And that's perfect skin Louise is the girl with the perfect skin She says turn on the light, otherwise it can't be seen She's got cheekbones like geometry and eyes like sin And she's sexually enlightened by cosmopolitan and When she smiles my way My eyes go out in vain For her perfect skin Yeah that's perfect skin She takes me down to the basement to look at her slides Of her family life, pretty weird at times At the age of ten she looked like greta garbo And I loved her then, but how was she to know that When she smiles my way My eyes go out in vain She's got perfect skin Up eight flights of stairs to her basement flat Pretty confused huh, being shipped around like that Seems we climbed so high now we're down so low Strikes me the moral of this song must be there never has been one ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By COLE, LLOYD <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from Lloyd Cole And The Commotions - Rattlesnakes (1985)
Jodie wears a hat although it hasn't rained for six daysShe says a girl needs a gun these daysHey on account of all the rattlesnakesShe looks like Eve marie saint in on the waterfrontShe reads Simone de Beauvoir in her American circumstanceShe's less than sure if her heart has come to stay in San JoseAnd her never-born child still haunts herAs she speeds down the freewayAs she tries her luck with the traffic policeOut of boredom more than spiteShe never finds no trouble, she tries too hardShe's obvious despite herselfShe looks like Eve Marie Saint in on the waterfrontShe says all she needs is therapy, yeahAll you need is, love is all you needJodie never sleeps 'cause there are always needles in the hayShe says that a girl needs a gun these daysHey on account of all the rattlesnakesShe looks like Eve Marie Saint in on the waterfrontAs she reads Simone de Beauvoir in her American circumstanceHer heart, heart's like crazy pavingUpside down and back to frontShe says "ooh, it's so hard to loveWhen love was your great disappointment."
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from Lloyd Cole And The Commotions - Rattlesnakes (1985)
julie said we drink far too much coffee
wine and cigarettes and we never get no sleep i first met them at a riverboat party both of them were speeding i would say i lived on the edge of all this indulgence taking notes and trusting in prudence julie said to jim why don't we jump in while the water is cool and we are still friends some say that they o.d.'d on leonard cohen well i can see that river whenever i think about them the river is cruel and the water is deep and blue i was working then on my great unfinished novel please let introduce myself my name is ronald i was okay there until i lost my cool now let me introduce you to the rest of the crew it wasn't my style to find surf in my eye it was much more my style to find sand in my eyes though there is absolutely no truth to be discovered albeit truth then is nothing to be found we academics are not easily discouraged lloyd you know wits they come three to the pound julie said to jim look at the state we're in it was never her intention to conclude anything it wasn't my style to find surf in my eye it was much more my style to find sand in my eyes it was just not my style to find surf in my eye it was much more my style to get sand kicked in my eyes sand in my eyes ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By COLE, LLOYD <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from Lloyd Cole And The Commotions - Rattlesnakes (1985)
You will never be no good
No you will never be no good D'you know what I'd do if I could Chop you up into firewood Because you have sinned far too many times You have sinned far too many times And you will pay for all your crimes You will never be no good Not not ever no good You know it's hard to sympathise You know it's hard to sympathise When you never tell nothing but lies And it's hard to sympathise You say you're born in the barrel of a gun Some say you're born in the barrel of a gun You were your mother's seventh son And no excuse could be a good enough one And don't you love her madly You want to be her daddy Well that won't do you no good You might just slip into the priesthood You will never be no good No you will never be no good D'you know what I'd do if I could And then we'd all receive a knighthood You'll never be no good ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By COLE, LLOYD/COWAN, BLAIR <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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