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Catch the last train Sunday evening
Evacuate provincial suburbs Back to halls the digs the balls To make your play Maybe when the term is over Then you'll stay For all the popstars in your pub They think they're London girls And London girls in mummy’s pearls They know the colours understand They think their time will last Camden Town on Tuesday lunchtime Get the papers maybe this time Indicators indicate a trend your way You're front page news The guest list proves that you don't pay For all the popstars in your pub They think they're London girls And London girls in mummy’s pearls They know the colours understand They hope their time will last Miriam & Vivien invite you to their private view To drink white wine and later dine, Oh don't forget ‘Cause you're the latest hot shot Brit-pop poet laureate And all the popstars in your pub Now think they're London girls And London girls in mummy’s pearls They know the colours understand They hope their time will last (London girls rule okay) |
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| 2. |
| 3:48 |
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The father son and game show host came to me
On the West Coast and told me I could fly You don't need jets, you don't need wings You just need faith in silly things Like don't grow old and die It's all there in the air And in every young girl's hair Sugar high, left suspended in a pale blue sky Singing songs for mythic lucky guys and girls Sugar high, in the hit parade I hear the sighs Of ecstasy that only love and music buy Hi bye bye, sugar high The hypo fix the contact strip Immortalized as far too hip, too good to be alive Do you deserve the teenage news? Get your kicks and never bruise in all the hype and jive At the fade of the refrain She just hits play again Sugar high, left suspended in a pale blue sky Singing songs for mythic lucky guys and girls Sugar high, in the hit parade I hear the sighs Of ecstasy that only love and music buy Hi bye bye, sugar high Life is far too complicated To groove along quietly Have you got what it takes to survive? Oh, yeah Sugar high, left suspended in a pale blue sky Singing songs for mythic lucky guys and girls Sugar high, in the hit parade I hear the sighs Of ecstasy that only love and music buy Hi bye bye, sugar high |
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| 4:04 |
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Last night I couldn't make it
Wasn't bothered, didn't think it was a drag But tonight you've hit on something I'd not recognised as being in my bag You smoked another cigarette And threw it from the window to the drain Below our second floor apartment Where I live through you, you patiently explain: "I'm a she freak, a she freak A she freak, a she freak, he" Are we all ladykillers? Casanovas within boundaries? Out of bounds? The girl controls seductions obviously The art of sowing seed on common ground So I drove into a shop front just to get to you To get what you deserved Exclusion from mediocrity And all their stinking reveries reversed By a she freak, a she freak A she freak, a she freak, he In the pub by Monday lunchtime Where did the weekend go? I would like to take you walking Somewhere I used to know Who needs lies and who needs intrigue? We haven't time to find You've been lying, you've been hiding That you've been unkind Excuse me for talking seriously These days I know it's not thought of as polite But to be yourself, your true self Is the hardest thing to do and to do right I was superficial when you met me A liar and a fraud I lived rendered in fiction So why was I the one that you adored? 'Cause I'm a she freak, a she freak A she freak, a she freak, he |
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| 3:42 |
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She fired the spoon
And she looked around her tiny bedroom And knew that she was doomed Daisy shot up her savings And traded on the glow And waited for it to go crazy Needle mythology Is a death trap for you, girl Why make your drug of choice Your goodbye to the world? The astro strings like silken wings Take you away from everything You loved about the way you were The baby doll with daisy hair And nothing in your way You're just like Jesus You die and rise again Getting high and then scoring A world betrayed by your hurry to the grave You know you can't be saved And I'm so sorry You spread your dreams underneath my feet For I once bought you sweets And all the junk that you once did for fun Has now unhappily been done Now you can't run |
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| 4:36 |
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Didn't I make you want to fall in love
Singing those twisted songs So sweet they made you worry? Didn't I make you want to take my hand Take me to a land Very duckdown and feathery? I will never take you there I will never take you there I will never take you there A child is waiting Meanwhile in the desert of my soul I watch the evening crawling in I spent my adolescence parking cars Waiting for friendships to begin They will never find me there They will never find me there They will never find me there A child is waiting, a child is waiting A child is waiting for me to father her A child is waiting for her to father me A child is waiting I know a woman who incarnates love Or is she just a fantasy? Can I make her want to take my hand? Oh, well, that's up to me Am I getting anywhere? Am I getting anywhere? Am I getting anywhere? A child is waiting |
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| 4:50 |
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Write it on the wall
If you think you've heard it all before Write it on the wall For everyone who thinks they've heard it all Here's some more If you grow up to be beautiful and wild You'll just have to live longer as a child The universal daughter Heaven made you King Of the kids on every corner And the Queen of everything And you'll live on for every one Who didn't get this far To sleep through rainy Tuesdays In the back of your car Everything's the same Some things never change But we perceive everything has changed Nothing seems the same so we grieve Can you believe that they're boarding up the future Did you get in on time? Dressed up in nostalgia Now it's you, it's your turn to shine |
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| 7. |
| 5:10 |
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I die
You die Softly and so alive No one else has seen me cry Ghetto child I hear you breathing See you heart beating Promise this time the dreams are on me Ghetto child Driven like the lambs Hiding from the hands She breathes, she breathes, she breathes When out the door she slams For no one understands She breathes, she breathes, she breathes Breathes a ghetto child Paper flowers So grey and golden Scent the circus of your soul Ghetto child A book of pictures With no words for it Something's scribbled in the snow Ghetto child Driven like the lambs Hiding from the hands She breathes, she breathes, she breathes When out the door she slams For no one understands She breathes, she breathes, she breathes Breathes a ghetto Child born after Coltrane died But before that one small step Relieved when no one realised That's as high as man could get You'll never take a bigger step Than a ghetto child Driven like the lambs Hiding from the hands She breathes, she breathes, she breathes When out the door she slams For no one understands She breathes, she breathes, she breathes She breathes, she breathes, she breathes She breathes, she breathes, she breathes She breathes, she breathes |
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| 8. |
| 2:34 |
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When you were young
You always thought you'd be a star Even when you washed the glasses in that bar But since you've been recognised Your modesty's been paralysed Your looking through Gilmour's eyes In a starfit Nothing cuts the mustard in a starfit Your p's and q's are busted And you don't give a damn About the every fan Who puts the coinage in your starfit And when it's done What will become of all that pride? The washed out stares Lay bare the care that cracks inside You are nothing more than you were before You're just a played out bore Having a starfit Nothing cuts the mustard in a starfit Your p's and q's are busted And you don't give a damn You're waiting for the man To put a plaster on your starfit But since you've been recognised Your modesty's been paralysed You're looking through Garbo's eyes |
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| 9. |
| 3:29 |
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Come over to my garden
Let's listen to the trees Swaying to the rhythm Set up by the breeze I'd like to play you new songs That I wrote on my knees And if you'd like to live here Then we can cut some keys The clothes you wore you had to change For you were getting bored In studied rags do slip straps show Now you can't be ignored Mr. Twentieth Century Man You don't have to pretend That everything won't end Mr. Twentieth Century Man Say goodbye to your shoes Turn off the news Mr. Twentieth Century Man, it's over Who'll miss the Twentieth Century Man? Haven't I been lucky? I've been allowed to sing Fooled them when they bought me I didn't sell a thing! I want to make you happy I want this song to bring All the love in this world The last tulips of Spring A way to live, a way to go These things I can not find But when I think I'm all played out A song will come to mind |
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| 10. |
| 4:20 |
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Be my liberty, be my fact and fantasy
Make love while you can Has there been a better plan? Well, I could go on but I just don't know I had to fall a little, crawl a little Do it in the hall a little, Rachel I kissed your lips, I lifted up my voice I had to weep a little, creep a little Do it in the street a little, Rachel Fire down below Tell me where do kisses go Fire the glamor guns The junky girls have junky sons I'm a gangster priest but I fell in love I had to fall a little, crawl a little Do it in the hall a little, Rachel I kissed your lips, I lifted up my voice I had to weep a little, creep a little Do it in the street a little, Rachel Everything is great, I don't know what to do Don't know what to wear or who to make love to Have you seen those films where they look like us? Without such grace perhaps and with too much fuss Singing, "Where were you in '82 When there were great new drugs to do?" And where are those that voted for The end of all that we fought for? Be my liberty, be my fact and fantasy Make love while you can Has there been a better plan? Well, I could go on but I just don't know I had to fall a little, crawl a little Do it in the hall a little, Rachel And I kissed your lips, I lifted up my voice I had to weep a little, creep a little Do it in the street a little, Rachel Rachel, Rachel, Rachel Rachel, Rachel, Rachel Rachel, Rachel, Rachel Rachel, Rachel |
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| 4:51 |
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Morning came to Stepney
Like it was a curse The cramp that gripped her childhood Was getting worse Morning came to Stepney As if she were the night The darkness was receding Like her delight I'm smitten I've been bitten By you And though you lived in squalor Your comfort was immense Within the boho splendour Of your pretence Fidelity is safety But safety is a bore She wishes for perfection And nothing more I'm smitten I've been bitten By you You come on like it's me you like You come on like Come on, come on, come on... Like you've been smitten You've been bitten By me |
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