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Were we the Kinnock factor
Am I talking private sector Do I think I'm Shaun William Ryder Or my former friend whose now undercover He's gone and I'm no deserter Perhaps I'm hard all the same Today a poet who can't play guitar Tomorrow Steve Ovett has injured his calf Next year the world's greatest politician Yesterday the boy who once had a mission I don't want to be A prologue to history A prologue to histor... So I water my plants with Evian A brand new Dyson that is decadent Read my papers and the business section Checkout the tessas and the pensions Call my friends and they're alright So I pray for the safety of the night Today a poet who can't play guitar Tomorrow Steve Ovett has injured his calf Next year the world's greatest politician Yesterday the boy who once had a mission I don't want to be A prologue to history A prologue to histor... Remember ethnic cleansing in the highlands No one says a thing in the middle of En-ger-land I'm bruised fruit but still taste so nice But if you look at me you better look twice I'm talking rubbish to cover up the cracks An empty vessel who can't make contact Today a poet who can't play guitar Tomorrow Phil Bennett's playing outside half Next year the world's greatest politician Yesterday the boy who once had a mission I don't want to be A prologue to history A prologue to history A prologue to history A prologue |
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Screaming through the galaxy
Trapped in this eternity Stranded helpless, endlessly Alone, the lost vigilantes Forever ever delayed Forever ever delayed From the city to the sea Will you all come follow me To a place where we are free Not tied to guilt or tied to greed Forever ever delayed Forever ever delayed Forever ever betrayed Forever delayed Forever ever delayed Forever ever delayed Forever ever betrayed Forever delayed |
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Cut your hair in front of businessmen
Kill yourself and censor health Destroy words and ignore their truth Wanna die and have never worked I feel like falling, I feel like falling I feel like falling, I feel like falling I feel like falling, I feel like falling I can't feel no need to care Narcotic of ambition poisoned my air Wearing hate like they wear money Sucking down vodka, spitting out Perrier, uh-huh I feel like falling, I feel like falling I feel like falling, I feel like falling I feel like falling, I feel like falling In hate Oh the road is beautiful You live stoned in obedience Your vanity kills people Paint your ego in blood Oh the road is beautiful The wall is a reason for you to believe There is too many numbers for us to sleep The wall is a reason for you to believe Because there are too many numbers, numbers, numbers... Oh the road is beautiful You live stoned in obedience Your vanity kills people Paint your ego in blood Oh the road is BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL Beautiful |
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Socalist Serenade Lyrics
What's the point in an education When you have to pay for the privilege? This side of the truth where no sun shines They don't count the cripples and the blind I was thinking everybody had a chance Like a dream stretched way too far All this time such a debt to the city I don't know who's the real enemy This is a socialist serenade Yes I have money but I hate champagne This is a socialist serenade I can't see the past anywhere Some greater benefit for the people Ha ha ha ha we all believed in you Is it about the politics of celebrity Or endless days in the sun of Tuscany This is a socialist serenade Yes I have money but I hate champagne This is a socialist serenade I can't see the past anywhere, anywhere This is a socialist serenade Yes I have money but I hate champagne This is a socialist serenade I can't see the past anywhere, anywhere Change your name to New Forget the fucking Labour |
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Need someone to nurse me
Reach out for the first person I see Comforts the helpless sole vanity Caressing the broken heart of me The difference between love and comfort Is that comfort's more reliable and true Brutal and mocking but always there A crutch for emnity's saddest glare I wish that someone would hold me Wrap their arms around a shrinking somebody Comfort comes and ease me till the morning Whispered words of sanctuary The difference between love and comfort Is that comfort's more reliable and true Brutal and mocking but always there A crutch for emnity's saddest glare Forgetting how I hate self-pity blonde Comfort comes and smooths her over Calloused hands turn a beautiful dress Handcuffs now her pearl bracelets |
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They call me Mr. Carbohydrate
It's the only thing I can digest Xenophobia or general disinterest I must catch up with all this stuff They call me a boring fuckhead They say I might as well work in a bank I tell them I wish I was, they tell me that I'm sick in the head They say that I'm sick in the head They call me Mr. Carbohydrate They call me Mr. Inadequate They call me Mr. Paranoia They call me Mr. Hypochondria Have you heard of Matthew Maynard He's my favourite cricketer I would rather watch him play than pick up my guitar Than play with my guitar People tell me I should get out more But the TV is my best friend Cynicism is the only thing that keeps me sane The only thing that keeps me sane They call me Mr. Carbohydrate They call me Mr. Inadequate They call me Mr. Paranoia They call me Mr. Hypochondria Sometimes I just stay in bed And think about the day When I can retire, forgetting everything I'll forget everything Forget everything Forever but not today When I cannot, cannot say No more yesterdays No more yesterdays |
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Paralysis through analysis
Yellow moral unclean decay Silence begins to help me now The sunshine it fades away Symbols have now disappeared How could this happen to me? How could this happen to me? But now I feel so weak Dead trees and traffic islands never meet Is this, is this my defeat? This purgatory for beginners Dead trees and traffic islands Tolerance slips away Body shrugs and says hello once more Paint the walls within my mind Clandestine brain finished period Lips turn grey inside turns out I show little defence I show little defence But now I feel so weak Dead trees and traffic islands never meet Is this, is this my defeat? This purgatory for beginners Dead trees and traffic islands |
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A framed adolescence
Steeped in the history of you Stopped in the summer once for you Experience is lost on me I am melancholia eternally But I still smile so stupidly For the first time ever I don't understand my television And just like the moment In Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid I'm perpetually stuck in a sepia film But bleeding inside I manage to keep it all in I keep it all in I've spoken so much rubbish Done it in no time at all Feelings are so fatal in the fall No you never kissed me Never felt anything for me Sepia that stain that I remembered In these unwritten diaries That can never breathe, never breathe And just like the moment In Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid I'm perpetually stuck in a sepia film But bleeding inside I manage to keep it all in I keep it all in And just like the moment In Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid I'm perpetually stuck in a sepia film But bleeding inside I manage to keep it all in I keep it all in |
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Obedience to the law is free desire
Under curfew from neon barbed wire Wasting away this country Wearing like a born dead Free heroin shots for those who never beg Spectators of suicide Exploding in society's eye Democracy is an empty lie Dead like our yesterdays tonight The only free choice is refusal to pay Life reduced to suicidal pain Cigarettes a life-line, it's safety in death Choking on the billboards Advertised and fed Spectators of suicide Exploding in society's eye Democracy is an empty lie Dead like our yesterdays tonight You're gonna shoot us dead with decadence |
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Sovereign fingers scrape our lives until we are bought
Screaming comatose with blackboard chalk Siphoned minds suck a wallet full of love Spitting out a language I don't wanna talk Mother of the free she said that we'd breathe Mother of the free but we just scream To me the coronation's another auto-da-fe Taught in schools to see her as a glorious being I don't see happy homes but the Belfast wall In Walkman sounds hear Sony control Mother of the free she said that we'd breathe Mother of the free but we just scream Mother of the free she said that we'd breathe Mother of the free but we just scream Parliament mother of United Nations Mother of history's dead son, dead sons DNA of restriction and law Death, famine, spectacle and war Mother of the free she said that we'd breathe Mother of the free but we just scream Mother of the free she said that we'd breathe Mother of the free but we just scream And shocks of hospitals and jails and wars Whole intellects disgorged in total recall In Walkman sounds hear Sony control |
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Ain't no fun at the government hall
Sucked back injustice sits nicely next to smiles Paranoia at the heels of too much greed Obedience an art form while the sad bleed Success and love dictate while skin touches fashion Consumerism beauty for cheap appeal I don't wanna dance for people to watch Smother my life in interest accounts Outside life brings down genocide And consumer self-hate leads to designer bullshit Hate is art and we steal cars Decaying flowers in the playground of the rich You can launch sweetly and say nice things But I ain't ever on the way up My only way is down on disease that tries to suffocate The pure ideals that turn to hate |
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I'm ... I'm feeling too awake
I'm ... I'm tired of what I see Everybody's dreaming running for the scream The media's stinking drunk nothing is at stake All the faces I love their skin as soft as leprosy Words choked on my lies repeating love till they cry All the faces I love their skin as soft as leprosy I'm bored out of my mind and I'm too stoned lazy to see The sun ... the sun is leaving me I can't ... see it anymore I tried everything to get along with you The nights too lonesome when the heat doesn't care All the faces I love their skin as soft as leprosy Words choked on my lies repeating love till they cry All the faces I love their skin as soft as leprosy I'm bored out of my mind and I'm too stoned lazy to see |
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Afraid of the sun
So afraid of the sky Touch it and taste it But don't reach too high Bewildered by them Then so uncomplicated All these feelings Not fully created Just a kid amongst the Autumn leaves A kid kicking around with no worries Just a kid searching through the debris Just a kid acting like I used to be Just a kid acting like I used to be Afraid of the sun So afraid of the sky Touch it and taste it But don't reach too high Hurting and yearning And yet so carefree Waking and dreaming The world at my feet Just a kid amongst the Autumn leaves A kid kicking around with no worries Just a kid searching through the debris Just a kid acting like I used to be Just a kid acting like I used to be Just a kid amongst the Autumn leaves A kid kicking around with no worries Just a kid searching through the debris Just a kid acting like I used to be Just a kid acting like I used to be Just a kid just a man and a boy Just a moment that time will destroy |
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I close my eyes and then I count to ten
Shake some hands and then I feel ashamed I'm in control but I am out of time I lost the need for any desire Any desire I had ambition but it slipped away In holy goodness it is here to stay It's not about us anymore It's not about us, 'bout us anymore I close my eyes and then I count to ten I open them up and I shut them again Look at the crowd and then forget my part Back to memory and then back to the start Back to the start Back to some familiar song Back to reality, back to fuck all It's not about us anymore It's not about us, 'bout us anymore Close my eyes and then I count to ten Sign some papers and then they are my friends Attempt to make a bed, my skin aches Not even massage can make my body straight My body straight Count to ten and pretend I'm home Just a job I get well paid for It's not about us anymore It's not about us, 'bout us anymore I close my eyes I close my eyes I close my eyes I close my eyes |
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Here I am in Amsterdam
I like it here they speak my language Even though it's not my own It's got BBC for comfort zone And best of all, it's got Marks & Spencers Equality for the masses never felt better Some of my dreams, they may have come true But so have my nightmares which I can't get through And now I've lost the power to speak And now I've lost the power to eat Idle and out of touch in Europe Nothing's gone and nothing's changed All that was before will still remain It's too late to learn a new currency Some of my dreams, they may have come true But so have my nightmares which I can't get through |
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There's something wrong somewhere here,
So through unclean streets, I made my way. With holes in my shoes and my children asleep at my feet. I paid my way. In every town on the way, The people looked grey, the buildings looked healthy, But one day I met a man, With money to spare, He said he will tell me how it is. The state he began has been propping up people too long. For far too long. We all got lazy and couldn't be bothered to make our way through the world. But we are all bourgeois now, Once there was class war, But not any longer because baby we are all bourgeois now, So go out and make your way in the world. We're free to choose. We're all free to choose x2 We're free to choose. In booming Britain, we all work together to raise ourselves in the world. Each of us know someone who has done well for themselves. So well for themselves. "Thank you" I said as I left, I'll be on my way, I see how it is, We are all bourgeois now and somehow I'll raise myself through the world. I'm free to choose. We're all free to choose x2 I'm free to choose. We're all bourgeois now x2 We're bourgeois now. |
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Just let me hear some of that rock and roll music
Any old way you choose it It's got a back beat, you can't lose it Any old time you use it Rock and roll music If you want to dance with me If you want to dance with me I've got no kick againt modern jazz Unless they try to play it too darn fast And change the beauty of the melody Until they sound just like a symphony That's why I go for that rock and roll music Any old way you choose it It's got a back beat, you can't lose it Any old time you use it Rock and roll music If you want to dance with me If you want to dance with me I took my loved one over cross the tracks So she can hear my man await a sax I must admit they have a rockin' band Man they were going like a hurricane That's why I go for that rock and roll music Any old way you choose it It's got a back beat, you can't lose it Any old time you use it Rock and roll music If you want to dance with me If you want to dance with me Way down South they gave a jubilee the jockey folks they had a jamboree They're drinkin' homebrew from a water cup The folks dancin' got all shook up And started playin' that rock and roll music Any old way you choose it It's got a back beat, you can't lose it Any old time you use it Rock and roll music If you want to dance with me If you want to dance with me Don't care to hear 'em play a tango I'm in the mood to hear a mambo It's way to early for a congo So keep rockin' that piano So I can get some of that rock and roll music Any old way you choose it It's got a back beat, you can't lose it Any old time you use it Rock and roll music If you want to dance with me If you want to dance with me |
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Every day, I get up and pray to Jah
And he increases the number of clocks by exactly one Everybody's comin' home for lunch these days Last night there were skinheads on my lawn Take the skinheads bowling Take them bowling Take the skinheads bowling Take them bowling Some people say that bowling alleys got big lanes (Got big lanes, got big lanes) Some people say that bowling alleys all look the same (Look the same, look the same) There's not a line here that goes here that rhymes with anything (Anything, anything) Last night I had a dream, but I forget what it was (What it was, what it was) Take the skinheads bowling Take them bowling Take the skinheads bowling Take them bowling I had a dream last night about you, my friend I had a dream - I wanted to sleep next to plastic I had a dream - I wanted to lick your knees I had a dream - it was about nothing Take the skinheads bowling Take them bowling Take the skinheads bowling Take them bowling Take the skinheads bowling Take them bowling Take the skinheads bowling Take them bowling |
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She should have stayed away from friends
She should have had more time to spend She should have died when she was born She should have worn a crown of thorns She should have been, been a son She should have been, been a son She should have been, been a son She should have been, been a son She should have stood out in the crowd She should have made her mother proud She should have fallen on her stance She should have had another chance She should have been, been a son She should have been, been a son She should have been, been a son She should have been, been a son She should have stayed away from friends She should have had more time to spend She should have died when she was born She should have worn a crown of thorns She should have been, been a son She should have been, been a son She should have been, been a son She should have been, been a son |
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You don't know what's going on You've been away for far too long You can't come back and think you are still mine You're out of touch, my baby My poor discarded baby I said, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time chorus Well, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time I said, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time Yes, you are left out Out of there without a doubt 'cause, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time verse 2 A girl who wants to run away Discovers that she's had her day It's no good you thinking that you are still mine You're out of touch my baby My poor unfaithful baby I said baby, baby, baby, you're out of time verse 3 You thought you were a clever girl Giving up your social whirl But you can't come back and be the first in line You're obsolete my baby My poor old-fashioned baby I said baby, baby, baby you're out of time |
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Raindrops keep falling on my head
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed Nothin' seems to fit Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling So I just did me some talkin' to the sun And I said I didn't like the way he' got things done Sleepin' on the job Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling But there's one thing I know The blues he sends to meet me won't defeat me It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me Raindrops keep falling on my head But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red Crying's not for me Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin' Because I'm free Nothing's worrying me. |
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Is it a kind of dream
Floating down on the river Following the river of death down stream Oh is it a dream? There's a fog on the horizon A strange glow in the sky And nobody knows where you can go Or what does it mean Oh, oh is it a dream Bright eyes Burning like fire Bright eyes How can you close and fail How can the eyes that burned so brightly Suddenly turn so pale? Bright eyes Is it a kind of shadow Reaching over the hill Wandering over the hills unseen Or is it a dream There's a high wind in the trees A cold sound in the air And nobody knows where you can go And where do you start Oh oh, into the dark Bright eyes Burning like fire Bright eyes How can you close and fail How can the eyes that burned so brightly Suddenly grow so pale Bright eyes |
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Say you stand by your man
Tell me something I don't understand You said you love me and that's a fact Then you left me, said you felt trapped Well some things you can explain away But my heartache's in me till this day Did you stand by me No, not at all Did you stand by me No way All the times When we were close I'll remember these things the most I see all my dreams come tumbling down I won't be happy without you around So all alone I keep the wolves at bay There is only one thing that I can say Did you stand by me No, not at all Did you stand by me No way You must explain why this must be Did you lie when you spoke to me Did you stand by me No, not at all Now I got a job But it don't pay I need new clothes I need somewhere to stay But without all these things I can do But without your love I won't make it through But you don't understand my point of view I suppose there's nothing I can do Did you stand by me No, not at all Did you stand by me No way You must explain why this must be Did you lie when you spoke to me? Did you stand by me Did you stand by me No, not at all Did you stand by me No way Did you stand by me No, not at all Did you stand by me No way |
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I wrote for luck
They sent me you I sent for juice They sent me poison I hold the line You form a queue Try nothing hard There's nothing else you can do You can try But you can't chain me I can sniff, bend, stand and bend and roll over I don't breathe I just dance There's more than one sign And it's getting less When you're wet You're getting dryer You used to speak the truth But now you're a liar You used to speak the truth But now you're clever I wrote for luck They sent me you I sent for juice They sent me poison I hold the line You form a queue Try nothing hard There's nothing else you can do And when you're wet You're getting dryer You used to speak the truth But now you're a liar You used to speak the truth But now you're clever And when it's hot You start to melt Cos you're not made of cheese You're made of chocolate And when it's cold You tend to cry Keep on piling out And not putting by |
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Here she comes again
With vodka in her veins Been playing with a spike She couldn't get it right Splendour in silver dress Velocity possessed The world was hers again It fell apart again I don't need anyone to hurt me No, not anyone at all Cause my so-called friends have left me And I don't care at all Leave me alone Leave me alone Leave me alone |
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Last Christmas
I gave you my heart But the very next day you gave it away This year To stop me from tears I'll give it to someone special Last Christmas I gave you my heart But the very next day you gave it away This year To stop me from tears I'll give it to someone special Once bitten but twice shy I keep my distance But you still catch my eye Tell me baby Do you recognize me? It's been a year It doesn't surprise me Merry Christmas I wrapped it up and send it With a note saying "I love you" I meant it Now I know what a fool I've been But if you kissed me now I know you'd fool me again Last Christmas I gave you my heart But the very next day you gave it away This year to save me from tears I'll give it to someone special Last Christmas I gave you my heart But the very next day you gave it away This year to stop me from tears I'll give it to someone special |
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