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| 1. |
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Farewell to this land's cheerless marches
hemmed in like a boar between arches her very Lowness with her head in a sling I'm truly sorry but it sounds like a wonderful thing I say Charles don't you ever crave to appear on the front of the Daily Mail dressed in your Mother's bridal veil? And so I checked all the registered historical facts and I was shocked into shame to discover how I'm the 18th pale descendent of some old queen or other Oh has the world changed, or have I changed? oh has the world changed, or have I changed? some nine year old tough who peddles drugs I swear to God, I swear I never even knew what drugs were So I broke into the Palace with a sponge and a rusty spanner she said: "Eh, I know you, and you cannot sing" I said: "that's nothing - you should hear me play piano" We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry and talk about precious things but when you are tied to your mother's apron no-one talks about castration We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry and talk about precious things like love and law and poverty these are the things that kill me We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry and talk about precious things but the rain that flattens my hair these are the things that kill me Passed the pub that saps your body and the church who'll snatch your money the Queen is dead, boys and it's so lonely on a limb Pass the pub that wrecks your body and the church, all they want is your money the Queen is dead, boys and it's so lonely on a limb Life is very long, when you're lonely life is very long, when you're lonely life is very long, when you're lonely life is very long, when you're lonely |
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| 2. |
| 2:19 |
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Frankly, Mr Shankly, this position I've held
it pays my way and it corrodes my soul I want to leave you will not miss me I want to go down in musical history Frankly, Mr Shankly, I'm a sickening wreck I've got the 21st century breathing down my neck I must move fast, you understand me I want to go down in celluloid history Mr Shankly Fame, fame, fatal fame it can play hideous tricks on the brain but still I rather be famous than righteous or holy, any day, any day, any day But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled making Christmas cards with the mentally ill I want to live and I want to love I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of Frankly, Mr Shankly, this position I've held it pays my way and it corrodes my soul oh, I didn't realise that you wrote poetry I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry Mr Shankly Frankly, Mr Shankly, since you ask you are a flatulent pain the arse I do not mean to be so rude but still, I must speak frankly, Mr Shankly, give us money |
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| 3. |
| 5:49 |
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Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
and as I climb into an empty bed oh well, enough said I know it's over still I cling I don't know where else I can go, mother Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head see, the sea wants to take me the knife wants to slit me do you think you can help me? Sad veiled bride, please be happy handsome groom, give her room loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly although she needs you more than she loves you And I know it's over still I cling I don't know where else I can go it's over, it's over, it's over I know it's over and it never really began but in my heart it was so real and you even spoke to me and said: "If you're so funny then why are you on your own tonight? and if you're so clever then why are you on your own tonight? if you're so very entertaining then why are you on your own tonight? if you're so very good looking why do you sleep alone tonight? I know because tonight is just like any other night that's why you're on your own tonight with your triumphs and your charms while they are in each other's arms" It's so easy to laugh it's so easy to hate it takes strength to be gentle and kind it's over, over, over It's so easy to laugh it's so easy to hate it takes guts to be gentle and kind it's over, over, over Love is natural and real but not for you, my love not tonight my love love is natural and real but not for such as you and I, my love Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head |
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| 4. |
| 3:37 |
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When you walk without ease
on these streets where you were raised I had a really bad dream it lasted 20 years, 7 months, and 27 days And I know that, I know that I never had no one ever Now I'm outside your house I'm alone and I'm outside your house I hate to intrude I know I'm alone I'm alone, I'm alone, I'm alone And I never, never had no one ever I never had no one ever |
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| 5. |
| 2:39 |
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dreaded sunny day
so I meet you at the cemetery gates Keats and Yeats are on your side A dreaded sunny day so I meet you at the cemetery gates Keats and Yeats are on your side while Wilde is on mine So we go inside and we gravely read the stones all those people all those lives where are they now? with the loves and hates and passions just like mine they were born and then they lived and then they died seems so unfair and I want to cry You say "ere thrice the sun done salutation to the dawn" and you claim these words as your own but I've read well, and I've heard them said a hundred times, maybe less, maybe more If you must write prose and poems the words you use should be your own don't plagiarise or take "on loans" there's always someone, somewhere with a big nose, who knows and who trips you up and laughs when you fall who'll trip you up and laugh when you fall You say "ere long done do does did" words which could only be your own and then you then produce the text from whence was ripped some dizzy whore, 1804 A dreaded sunny day so let's go where we're happy and I meet you at the cemetery gates Oh Keats and Yeats are on your side A dreaded sunny day so let's go where we're wanted and I meet you at the cemetery gates Keats and Yeats are on your side but you lose because Wilde is on mine |
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| 3:13 |
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Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking
when I said I'd like to smash every tooth in your head Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking when I said by rights you should be bludgeoned in your bed And now I know how Joan of Arc felt now I know how Joan of Arc felt as the flames rose to her Roman nose and her Walkman started to melt Bigmouth, bigmouth bigmouth strikes again and I've got no right to take my place with the human race And now I know how Joan of Arc felt now I know of Joan of Arc felt as the flames rose to her Roman nose and her hearing aid started to melt Bigmouth, bigmouth bigmouth strikes again and I've got no right to take my place with the human race |
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| 3:17 |
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The boy with the thorn in his side
behind the hatred there lies a murderous desire for love How can they look into my eyes and still they don't believe me how can they hear me say those words and still they don't believe me and if they don't believe me now will they ever believe me? and if they don't believe me now will they ever believe me? The boy with the thorn in his side behind the hatred there lies a plundering desire for love How can they see the love in our eyes and still they don't believe us and after all this time they don't want to believe us and if they don't believe us now will they ever believe us? and when you want to live how do you start? where do you go? who do you know? |
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| 8. |
| 2:22 |
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I was minding mind business
lifting some lead off the roof of the Holy Name church it was worthwhile living a laughable life just to set my eyes on a blistering sight of a vicar in a tutu he's not strange he just wants to live his life this way A scanty bit of a thing with a decorative ring that wouldn't cover the head of a child as Rose collects the money in the canister who comes sliding down the banister the vicar in a tutu he's not strange he just wants to live his life this way The monkish monsignor with a head full of plaster said "my man, get your vile soul dry-cleaned" as Rose counts the money in the canister as natural as rain he dances again my God vicar in a tutu, oh yeah The next day in the pulpit with freedom and ease combating ignorance, dust and disease as Rose counts the money in the canister as natural as rain he dances again and again and again the fabric of a tutu any man could get used to and I am a living sign |
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| 9. |
| 4:05 |
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Take me home tonight
where there's music and there's people who are young and alive driving in your car I never never want to go home because I haven't got one anymore Take me home tonight because I want to see people and I want to see life driving in your car oh please don't drop me home because it's not my home, it's their home and I'm welcome no more And if a double-decker bus crashes in to us to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die and if a ten ton truck kills the both of us to die by your side well the pleasure, the privilege is mine Take me home tonight take me anywhere, I don't care I don't care, I don't care and in the darkened underpass I thought Oh God, my chance has come at last but then a strange fear gripped me and I just couldn't ask Take me home tonight oh take me anywhere, I don't care I don't care, I don't care driving in your car I never never want to go home because I haven't got one no, I haven't got one And if a double-decker bus crashes in to us to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die and if a ten ton truck kills the both of us to die by your side well the pleasure, the privilege is mine There is a light that never goes out There is a light that never goes out There is a light that never goes out There is a light that never goes out |
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| 3:15 |
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From the ice-age to the dole-age
there is but one concern I have just discovered *Some girls are bigger than others some girls are bigger than others some girls mothers are bigger than other girls mothers As Antony said to Cleopatra as he opened a crate of ale oh I say *Repeat |
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