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from Buzzcocks - Operators Manual (1991)
Well you tried it just for once
Found it alright for kicks But now you found out It's a habit that sticks And you're an orgasm addict You're an orgasm addict Sneakin' in the back door With dirty magazines And your mother wants to know "What are those stains on your jeans?" You're an orgasm addict You're an orgasm addict You get in a heat You get in a sulk But you still keep on beatin' Your meat to pulp And you're an orgasm addict You're an orgasm addict You're a kid Cassanova You're a no-Joseph It's a labour of love Fucking yourself to death Orgasm addict You're an orgasm addict You're makin' out with school kids Winos and heads of state You've even made it with the lady Who puts the little plastic Robbins On the Christmas cakes Butcher's assistants and bellhops You've had 'em all here and there Children of god and their joy strings International women with no body hair So you're asking in an alley And you're voice ain't steady The sex mechanic's rough You're more than ready You're an orgasm addict You're an orgasm addict Johnnie want fuckie All ways and always He's got the energy He will amaze He's an orgasm addict He's an orgasm addict He's always at it He's always at it And he's an orgasm addict He's an orgasm addict |
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from Buzzcocks - Operators Manual (1991)
I just want a lover like any other
What do I get I only want a friend who will stay to the end What do I get What do I get Oh oh what do I get What do I get Oh oh what do I get I'm in distress I need a caress What do I get I'm not on the make I just need a break What do I get What do I get Oh oh what do I get What do I get Oh oh what do I get I only get sleepless nights Alone here in my half-empty bed For you things seem to turn out right I wish they'd only happen to me instead What do I get Oh oh what do I get What do I get Oh oh what do I get I only get sleepless nights Alone here in my half-empty bed For you things seem to turn out right I wish they'd only happen to me instead What do I get Oh oh what do I get What do I get Oh oh what do I get I just want a lover like any other What do I get I only want a friend who will love to the end What do I get What do I get Oh oh what do I get What do I get Oh oh what do I get Well let me tell you now (What do I get) (What do I get) (What do ...) I get no love (What do ...) I get no sleep at nights (What do ...) I get nothing that's nice (What do ...) I get nothing at all At all,at all,at all At all,at all,at all 'Cause I don't get you |
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from Buzzcocks - Operators Manual (1991)
Reality's a dream
A game in which I seem To never find out just what I am I don't know if I'm an actor or ham A shamen or sham But if you don't mind I don't mind I'm lost without a clue So how can I undo The tangle of these webs I keep weaving I don't know if I should be believing Deceptive perceiving But if you don't mind I don't mind I used to bet that you didn't care But gambling never got me anywhere Each time I used to feel so sure Something about you made me doubt you more How can you convince me When everything I see Just makes me feel you're putting me down And if it's true this pathetic clown'll Keep hanging around That's if you don't mind I don't mind I used to bet that you didn't care But gambling never got me anywhere Each time I used to be so sure Something about you made me doubt you more I even think you hate me when you call me on the phone And sometimes when we go out that I wish I'd stayed at home And when I'm dreaming or just lying in my bed I think you've got it in for me Is it all in my head is it in my head How can you convince me When everything I see Just makes me feel you're putting me down And if it's true this pathetic clown'll Keep hanging around That's if you don't mind I don't mind I don't mind |
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from Buzzcocks - Operators Manual (1991)
It's a thing that's worth having
Yes I would Buys you your life sir If it could I, I want you Autonomy It leaves us all wondering And it should He's up to something For the good I, I want you Autonomy I, I want you Autonomy It leaves us all wondering And it should He's up to something For the good I, I want you Autonomy I, I want you Autonomy |
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from Buzzcocks - Operators Manual (1991)
They're nice and precise, each one begins and ends
They may win you admirers, but they'll never earn you friends Fast cars, fast cars Fast cars, I hate fast cars They're so depressing going around and around Ooh, they make me dizzy, oh fast cars they run me down Fast cars, fast cars Fast cars, I hate fast cars Sooner or later, you're gonna listen to Ralph Nader I don't wanna cause a fuss, but fast cars are so dangerous Fast cars, fast cars Fast cars, I hate fast cars, fast cars Fast cars, fast cars I hate fast cars |
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from Buzzcocks - Operators Manual (1991)
Honey I saw you yesterday
On my way home Baby I craved for you today So I decided to phone So why don't we get together soon And er get on our own Just think of what me and you could do If we get on our own If we could get on our own If we could get on our own Honey I saw you again today And I er liked what I saw So why we don't meet tonight Then I could er see a bit more So how's about we get together soon Well why be alone Just think of what me and you could do If we get on our own If we could get on our own If we could get on our own Just think of it Me and you Us together Yes just we two Think of all the things That me and you could do If we get on our own If we could get on our own If we could get on our own Just me and you Ah |
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from Buzzcocks - Operators Manual (1991)
You know I don't like dancin'
An' I don't like to bop Too much movement's exertion Makes me wish I could drop Dro' dro' dro' dro' dro' dro' drop An' I don't like French kissin' 'Cause you swallow my tongue And you think that you're oh so very old You only want me 'cause you think I'm so young Yo' yo' yo' yo' yo' yo' young All right OK No way An' I wish I was sixteen again Then things would be such fun All the things I'd do would be the same But they're much more fun Than when you're twenty wo' wo' wo' wo' wo' one All right OK No way An' I hate modern music Disco boogie pop They go on an' on an' on an' on an' on How I wish they would stop |
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from Buzzcocks - Operators Manual (1991)
A fiction romance
I love this love story That never seems to happen in my life A fiction romance All love and glory That never seems to happen in my life Dreams of love and dreams of pain And dreams again again again Again which can be yours just by taking hold Dreams that I can realize Are quite contained within your eyes Say fiction romance is not so old A fiction romance The love of the ages That never seems to matter in my life A fiction romance On magazine pages That never seems to feature in my life Dreaming scheming unaware That quite somewhere some unaware folk Are not thinking 'bout what they have been told Something strange is happening to The way I see the world I view That fiction romance is not sold As a fiction romantic I never expected All these things to happen in real life And no fiction romantic Could ever've predicted All the things that happen in my life When I don't know what to do I just think about me and you If I was a little stronger then I'd be bold Something strange is happening to me I don't know what these shivers mean to you Is this the fiction kind of romance getting hold A fiction romance A fiction romance A fiction romance A fiction romance A fiction romance A fiction romance A fiction romance A fiction romance Fiction romance Fiction romance Fiction romance Fiction romance Fiction romance Fiction romance Fiction romance Fiction romance |
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from Buzzcocks - Operators Manual (1991)
I'm in love again
Been like this before I'm in love again This time's true I'm sure Don't wanna end up like no nine day wonder I've been hurt so many times before So my darlin' I will never leave you It's in my blood to always love you more Love you more It's my heart again That drives me so wild I just can't explain Although I'm not a child So why would I cry if you ever left me? Maybe 'cause you're all I'm livin' for With every heartbeat I want you madly It's in my blood to always love you more Love you more Oh my love again What I say is true Though it may sound plain I love you And it means more to me than life can offer And if this isn't true love then I am sure That after this love there'll be no other Until the razor cuts |
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from Buzzcocks - Operators Manual (1991)
Pretty girls
Pretty boys Have you ever heard your mommy say "Noise annoys"? Pretty girls Pretty boys Have you ever heard your mommy shout "Noise annoys"? Go.. Pretty girls Pretty boys Have you ever heard your mommy scream "Noise annoys"? Pretty girls Pretty boys Have you ever heard your mommy scream "Noise annoys"? Pretty girls Pretty boys Have you ever heard your mommy say "Noise annoys"? |
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from Buzzcocks - Operators Manual (1991)
You spurn my natural emotions
You make me feel I'm dirt and I'm hurt And if I start a commotion I run the risk of losing you and that's worse Ever fallen in love with someone Ever fallen in love In love with someone Ever fallen in love In love with someone You shouldn't've fallen in love with I can't see much of a future Unless we find out what's to blame, what a shame And we won't be together much longer Unless we realize that we are the same Ever fallen in love with someone Ever fallen in love In love with someone Ever fallen in love In love with someone You shouldn't've fallen in love with You disturb my natural emotions You make me feel I'm dirt and I'm hurt And if I start a commotion I'll only end up losing you and that's worse Ever fallen in love with someone Ever fallen in love In love with someone Ever fallen in love In love with someone You shouldn't've fallen in love with Ever fallen in love with someone Ever fallen in love In love with someone Ever fallen in love In love with someone You shouldn't've fallen in love with Ever fallen in love with someone Ever fallen in love In love with someone Ever fallen in love In love with someone You shouldn't've fallen in love with Fallen in love with Ever fallen in love with someone You shouldn't've fallen in love with |
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from Buzzcocks - Operators Manual (1991)
Operators manual
Tells me what to do When emotions blow a fuse Indicating blue Operators manual Tells me what to find And how to make adjustments when You tamper with my mind Oh, operators manual I'd just fall apart without you If only I had a mechanic Then somehow I know I'd pull through Operators manual On page sixty-three Tells me what to do when you Do these things to me Oh, operators manual I'd just fall apart without you If only I had a mechanic Then somehow I know I'd pull through Operators manual Tells me what to do When emotions blow a fuse And I'm feeling blue Operators manual On page sixty-three Tells me what to do when you Do these things to me Oh, operators manual I'd just fall apart without you If only I had a mechanic Then somehow I know I'd pull through |
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from Buzzcocks - Operators Manual (1991)
I bet that you love me like I love you
But I should know that gambling just don't pay So I look up to the sky And I wonder what it'll be like in days gone by As I sit and bathe in the wave of nostalgia for an age yet to come I always used to dream of the past But like they say yesterday never comes Sometimes there's a song in my brain And I feel that my heart knows the refrain I guess it's just the music that brings on nostalgia for an age yet to come Ah, nostalgia for an age yet to come Nostalgia for an age yet to come About the future I only can reminisce For what I've had is what I'll never get And although this may sound strange My future and my past are presently disarranged And I'm surfing on a wave of nostalgia for an age yet to come I look and I only see what I don't know All that was strong invincible is slain Takes more than sunshine to make everything fine And I feel like I'm trapped in the middle of time And this constant feeling of nostalgia for an age yet to come Ah, nostalgia for an age yet to come About the future I only can reminisce For what I've had is what I'll never get And although this may sound strange My future and my past are presently disarranged And I'm surfing on a wave of nostalgia for an age yet to come I look I only see what I don't know All that was strong invincible is slain Takes more than sunshine to make everything fine And I feel like I'm caught in the middle of time And this constant feeling of nostalgia for an age yet to come Ah, nostalgia for an age yet to come Nostalgia for an age yet to come Nostalgia for an age yet to come |
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from Buzzcocks - Operators Manual (1991)
I'm on my own now
You've gone and left me I bet you don't know How you've upset me 'Cause I've nothing left at all At all, at all, at all, at all At all, at all, at all I've nothing left at all Did you love me? I'd like to think so But I was blameless So why did you go? 'Cause I've nothing left at all At all, at all, at all, at all At all, at all, at all I've nothing left at all I've lost a lover And I am certain I'll get another So why'm I hurtin' 'Cause I've nothing left at all At all, at all, at all, at all At all, at all, at all I've nothing left at all 'Cause I've nothing left at all At all, at all, at all, at all At all, at all, at all I've nothing left at all |
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from Buzzcocks - Operators Manual (1991)
Do you believe in E.S.P.?
I do and I'm trying to get through to you If you're picking up off me Think about just what to do, think Brainwaves transmitted from my mind Of a magnetic kind I don't know what to do If I can't get through to you, so think Do you believe in E.S.P.? I've been trying to get through to you If you've been picking up off me Then you'll know just what to do, don't you |
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from Buzzcocks - Operators Manual (1991)
Ah, loving you is easy you are on my side
We played the game strictly to our rules We led the field a love affair Which made all other lovers fools Oh, how can you ever let me down (down) How can you ever let me down (down) How can you ever let me down These promises (a-ah) Are made for us (o-o-oh o-oh) We promised that we'd always have time for each other Whenever I needed you'd be there We promised to be true there'd be no other We promised that forever we would care Oh, how can you ever let me down? (down) How can you ever let me down? (down) How can you ever let me down? These promises (a-ah) Are made for us (o-o-oh o-oh) We had to change Oh, but you stayed the same You wouldn't change Oh, what a shame 'Cause loving you's not easy you're not on my side We play a game with two sets of rules We lead the field in a love affair Oh, strictly meant for fools Oh, why did you ever let me down (down) Why did you ever let me down (down) Why did you ever let me down Those promises (a-ah) Were made for us (o-o-oh o-oh) You never have any time for me Whenever I need you you're not there You've never been true and it's plain to see The fact is you never really cared Oh, why did you ever let me down (down) Why did you ever let me down (down) Why did you ever let me down Those promises (a-ah) We made for us (o-o-oh o-oh) |
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from Buzzcocks - Operators Manual (1991)
When you kiss me
Does the lipstick on your lip stick on my face Will you miss me In your dreams does your lover have my face Ah, when you kiss me Does the lipstick on your lip stick on my face Ah, will you miss me In your dreams does your lover have my face It's the morning And the mourning it is dawning on me too I'd no warning Just a condolence card to tell me that we're through Ah, it's the morning And the mourning it is dawning on me too I had no warning Just a condolence card to tell me that we're through Will you kiss me Does the lipstick on your lip stick on my face When you miss me In your dreams does my lover have your face Ah, when you kiss me Does the lipstick on your lip stick on my face Ah, will you miss me In your dreams does your lover have my face |
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from Buzzcocks - Operators Manual (1991)
I was so tired of being upset
Always wanting something I never could get Life's an illusion love is a dream But I don't know what it is Everybody's happy nowadays Everybody's happy nowadays I was so tired of being upset Always wanting something I never could get Life's an illusion love is a dream But I don't know what it is 'Cause everybody's happy nowadays Everybody's happy nowadays Life's an illusion love is the dream But I don't know what it is Everyone's saying things to me But I know it's okay, okay Everybody's happy nowadays Everybody's happy nowadays Everybody's happy nowadays Everybody's happy nowadays Life's an illusion love is a dream Life's an illusion love is the dream Life's the illusion love is a dream Life's the illusion love is the dream Everybody's happy nowadays Everybody's happy nowadays Well, bet you're tired of being upset Always wanting something you never could get Life's an illusion love's not a dream Now I know just what it is Everybody's happy nowadays Everybody's happy nowadays |
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from Buzzcocks - Operators Manual (1991)
Whenever I'm in doubt about things I do
I listen to the high street wailing sounds in a queue I go out for my walking sailing social news Don't let it get me down I'm long in the tooth When I'm out in the open clattering shoppers around The neon signs that take your eyes to town Your thoughts are chosen your world is advertising now And extravagance matters to worshippers of the pound But it's a harmony in my head It's a harmony in my head The tortured faces expression out aloud And life's little ironies seem so obvious now Your cashed in cheques have placed the payments down And there's a line of buses all wait to take you out But it's a harmony in my head It's a harmony in my head It's a ... It's a harmony in my head It's a harmony in my head It's a harmony in my head It's a harmony in my head Whenever I'm in doubt about things I do I listen to the high street wailing sounds in a queue I go out for my walking sailing social news Don't let it get me down I'm long in the tooth 'Cause it's a harmony in my head It's a harmony in my head It's a harmony in my head It's a harmony in my head |
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from Buzzcocks - Operators Manual (1991)
You say you don't love me
Well that's alright with me 'cause I'm in love with you And I wouldn't want you doing things you don't want to do Oh you know I've always wanted you to be in love with me And it took so long to realize the way things have to be I wanted to live in a dream that couldn't be real And I'm starting to understand now the way that you feel You say you don't You say you don't You say you don't love me Well that's alright with me 'cause I have got the time To wait in case someday you maybe change your mind I've decided not to make the same mistakes this time around As I'm tired of having heartaches I've been thinking and I've found I don't want to live in a dream I want something real And I think I understand now the way that you feel You say you don't You say you don't You say you don't You say you don't You say you don't You say you don't love me Well that's alright with me I'm not in love with you I just want us to do the things we both want to do Though I've got this special feelin' I'd be wrong to call it love For the word entails a few things that I would be well rid of I've no need to live in a dream it's finally real And I hope you now understand this feeling I feel You say you don't You say you don't You say you don't love me You say you don't love me You say you don't love me Mmm |
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from Buzzcocks - Operators Manual (1991)
I don't know what to do with my life
Should I give it up and make a new start I don't know what to do with my life 'Cause the one I've got just tears me apart I can't wake up in the morning And I can't get to sleep at night I'm not expecting things to be perfect But a high success rate would be nice I don't know what to do with my life I don't know what to do with my life I don't know what to do with my life I don't know what to do with my life I don't know what's gone wrong with my life But you know I never do seem to win Whenever I think I've straightened it out It becomes a vicious circle again I can't love when anyone loves me And I can't find the someone to love But then I start to count my blessings And I feel I'm getting more than enough I don't know what to do with my life I don't know what to do with my life I don't know what to do with my life I don't know what to do with my life I don't know what to do with my life I don't know what to do with my life I don't know what to do with my life I don't know what to do with my life I don't know what's gone wrong with my life But you know I never do seem to win Whenever I think I've straightened it out It becomes a vicious circle again I can't love when anyone loves me And I can't find the someone to love But then I start to count my blessings And I feel I'm getting more than enough of love I don't know what to do with my life I don't know what to do with my life I don't know what to do with my life It's my life |
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from Buzzcocks - Operators Manual (1991)
In these times of contention it's not my intention to make things plain
I'm looking through mirrors to catch the reflection that can't be mine I'm losing control now I'll just have to slow down a thought or two I can't feel the future and I'm not even certain that there is a past I believe in the worker's revolution And I believe in the final solution I believe in I believe in I believe in the shape of things to come And I believe in I'm not the only one Yes I believe in I believe in When I poison my system I take thoughts and twist them into shapes I'm reaching my nadir and I haven't an idea of what to do I'm painting by numbers but can't find the colours that fill you in I'm not even knowing if I'm coming or going if to end or begin I believe in the immaculate conception And I believe in the resurrection And I believe in I believe in I believe in the elixir of youth And I believe in the absolute truth Yes I believe in I believe in There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more I've fallen from favour while trying to savour experience I'm seeing things clearly but it has quite nearly blown my mind It's the aim of existence to offer resistance to the flow of time Everything is and that is why it is will be the line I believe in perpetual motion And I believe in perfect devotion I believe in I believe in I believe in the things I've never had I believe in my Mum and my Dad And I believe in I believe in There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more I'm skippin' the pages of a book that takes ages for the foreword to end Triangular cover concealing another aspect from view My relative motion is just an illusion from stopping too fast The essence of being these feelings I'm feeling I just want them to last I believe in original sin And I believe what I believe in Yes I believe in I believe in I believe in the web of fate And I believe I'm going to be late So I'll be leavin' What I believe in There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more |
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from Buzzcocks - Operators Manual (1991)
Your looks
My charm My own imagination My loves Your hates Your own infatuation Are everything Are everything My hopes Your fears Your only limitation Your thoughts My schemes My own evaluation Are everything Are everything My looks Your charm Your own imagination Your loves My hates My own infatuation Are everything Are everything Your hopes My fears My only limitation My thoughts Your schemes Your own evaluation Are everything Are everything Your looks My charm My own imagination My loves Your hates Your own infatuation Are everything Are everything My hopes Your fears Your only limitation Your thoughts My schemes My own evaluation Are everything Are everything My looks Your charm Your own imagination Your loves My hates My own infatuation Are everything Are everything Your hopes My fears My only limitation My thoughts Your schemes Your own evaluation Are everything Are everything |
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from Buzzcocks - Operators Manual (1991)
Everybody's happy nowadays
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from Buzzcocks - Buzzcocks (2003)
Yesterday while feeling down, I called you on the phone
Instead of being warm you seemed so cold Was it something that I said or something on your mind No matter what it was, we had a row Believe me, I'm sorry I never meant to argue I'm a jerk, you're right to tell me so Forgive me, I beg you You know I only love you Wish I hadn't told you where to go It was my fault, you're not to blame, it's me who is in the wrong That's why I wrote this song just to explain Accept my apology, it comes straight from my heart Let's put it all behind us and move on Believe me, I'm sorry I never meant to argue I'm a jerk, you're right to tell me so Forgive me, I beg you You know I only love you Wish I hadn't told you where to go Believe me, I'm sorry I never meant to argue I'm a jerk, you're right to tell me so Forgive me, I beg you You know I only love you Wish I hadn't told you where to go Believe me, I'm sorry I never meant to argue I'm a jerk, you're right to tell me so I beg you, forgive me You know I only love you Wish I hadn't told you where to go |
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from Buzzcocks - Buzzcocks (2003)
There's no two ways about it
There's nothing left to say If only you'd paid attention Then things wouldn't be this way Crazy paved with good intentions Is the rut that you're stuck in So that all that's left to fear Is the enemy within Suffer from a little depression, baby Gotta tell the world what you feel Nothing wrong with self-expression, baby Keep on keeping it real Spare me your hypocrisy I haven't got the time For unreasonable reason's More a punishment than crime We all can take cold comfort Now the writing's on the wall But the pill that's left to swallow Is the bitterest of all Suffer from a little depression, baby Gotta tell the world what you feel Nothing wrong with self-expression, baby Keep on keeping it real One more Pyrrhic victory Another dodgy deal Suffer from a little depression, baby Gotta tell the world what you feel Nothing wrong with self-expression, baby Keep on keeping it real Suffer from a little depression, baby Gotta tell the world what you feel One more Pyrrhic victory Another dodgy deal Nothing wrong with self-expression, baby Keep on keeping it real One more Pyrrhic victory Another dodgy deal Suffer from a little depression, baby Gotta tell the world what you feel Don't jump to confusion It's all a wind-up Nothing wrong with self-expression, baby Keep on keeping it real Don't jump to confusion It's all a wind-up Suffer from a little depression, baby Gotta tell the world what you feel Don't jump to confusion It's all a wind-up Nothing wrong with self-expression, baby Keep on keeping it real Don't jump to confusion It's all a wind-up Nothing wrong with self-expression, baby Keep on keeping it real Don't jump to confusion It's all a wind-up Suffer from a little depression, baby Gotta tell the world what you feel Don't jump to confusion It's all a wind-up Nothing wrong with self-expression, baby Keep on keeping it real |
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from Buzzcocks - Buzzcocks (2003)
Well you live in a dream
Life's not what it seems This is the time for your wake up call No sense of being No way of seeing This is the time for your wake up call Ooh Ooh On that ice you swerve Well you got a nerve This is the time for your wake up call When you're living a lie Can't see eye to eye This is the time for your wake up call Ooh Ooh Tell me, tell me, tell me Tell me, what were you thinking of Tell me, tell me, tell me Tell me, what were you thinking of No cause for alarm It can't do you no harm This is the time for your wake up call So you walk in your sleep All those dreams you can keep This is the time for your wake up call Ooh Ooh |
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from Buzzcocks - Buzzcocks (2003)
Well, I've been up all night
Couldn't get to dream at all Trying hard not to make a decision You know it doesn't seem right When your back's to the wall To be accused of sensationalism But the way things are going Wouldn't be at all surprised If a song that I liked won the next Eurovision I turn around and it all looks the same I don't even know if I'll ever be loved again The only thing I can rely on is change It's a mixed up world These are mixed up times And the recipe of life's mixed up too But it's the quality of the ingredients that matter I award myself a cordon bleu But I can't help thinking That you wouldn't understand Unless I did a lot of explaining to you I look around but it still looks the same I don't even know if I'll ever be loved again The only thing I can rely on is change You know, I've often wondered If what you're telling me is true But I know that I can make it If I have my friends to see me through I look around but it still looks the same I don't even know if I'll ever be loved again The only thing I can rely on is change You know, I've often wondered If what you're telling me is true But I know that I can make it If I have my friends to see me through It's a mixed up world These are mixed up times And the recipe of life's mixed up too But it's the quality of the ingredients that matter I award myself a cordon bleu But I can't help thinking That you wouldn't understand Unless I did a lot of explaining to you I look around but it still looks the same I don't even know if I'll ever be loved again The only thing I can rely upon is change I look around but it still looks the same I don't even know if I'll ever be loved again The only thing I can rely upon is change |
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from Buzzcocks - Buzzcocks (2003)
It's a blur
It's a slur As you were It's a thing all covered in pain Half a mind There's no time Do a line You can't find anything to say Any way Any day Can you play With a list of human remains Have a shave Take a rave Be a slave From a kestrel to a knave On the go Feeling fast Feeling slow Want to throw Want to know Want to throw In the door Out the door On the floor You want more To adore It's a bore Any way Any day Can you play With a list of human remains It's a chance It's a stance It's a dance It's a recoil on advance Being stuck on the things That drives you insane You're hung up on the things That drives you insane It's a blur It's a slur As you were It's a thing all covered in pain, yeah Half a mind There's no time Do a line You can't find anything to say Any way Any day Can you play With a list of human remains Have a shave Take a rave Be a slave From a kestrel to a knave Being stuck on the things That drives you insane You're hung up on the things That drives you insane Being stuck on the things That drives you insane You're hung up on the things That drives you insane Being stuck on the things That drives you insane You're hung up on the things That drives you insane Being stuck on the things That drives you insane You're hung up on the things That drives you insane |
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from Buzzcocks - Buzzcocks (2003)
Sun streams through the window, it's another day
I lie in bed nursing my hangover Couldn't stomach breakfast I feel like throwing up Wake up and face the morning after Wake up and face the morning after The switch to double brandies was a big mistake Now my mouth tastes like the bottom of a birdcage It's nature's way of telling me That I had better stop Wake up and face the morning after Wake up and face the morning after Wake up and face the morning after Wake up and face the morning after Wake up and face the morning after Wake up and face the morning after Wake up and face the morning after Wake up and face the morning after Wake up and face the morning after Wake up and face the morning after Wake up and face the morning after Wake up and face the morning after |
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from Buzzcocks - Buzzcocks (2003)
When you don't know who you are
And you're walking with a scar In the places that are breaking down your mind It's a complicated day Busy people on their way Mirrored buildings reflecting in your eyes Sick city sometimes Sick city in your mind Sick city sometimes Sick city left you way behind Through the paper and the trash All the needles and the cash Side by side with the man in the big car Then it turns the dead of night And you get into a fight And the blades run down your back like superstars Sick city sometimes Sick city in your mind Sick city sometimes Sick city left you way behind Sick city sometimes Sick city in your mind Sick city sometimes Sick city left you way behind Sick city sometimes Sick city in your mind Sick city sometimes Sick city left you way behind Now the buildings take a fall And it tries to kill us all In the name of something zero in your mind Now the buildings take a fall And it tries to kill us all In the name of something zero in your mind Sick city sometimes Sick city in your mind Sick city sometimes Sick city left you way behind |
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from Buzzcocks - Buzzcocks (2003)
He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead
(He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead) He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead (He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead) (He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead) He is poised to a very strange degree Wrapped up in emotional imagery Small and senseless on an alter ego trip He wants to alter your every ego trip Nothing special, nothing to see me Nothing doing, nothing with me Nothing much and nothing to do with me He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead (He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead) He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead (He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead) (He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead) He is awash in competing theories He's glad to be out of the house It's that time of the evening I need to have some feeling I'm all surface tension no pretension Keeps you going, gets you nowhere Present tense in the worst person singular He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead (He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead) He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead (He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead) (He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead) Because the message is cheap and exhilarating Now he's slobbering on the glass A sexistic boy having a world wide wank He says well that's very punk of me Nothing special, nothing to see me Nothing doing, nothing with me Nothing much and nothing to do with me He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead (He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead) He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are dead |
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from Buzzcocks - Buzzcocks (2003)
It's such a certain move
Don't throw it right back on me It's such a certain move Open your eyes so you can see You look like you should know So let the four winds blow I think it's time to go It's such a certain move Just turn your mind from night to day It's such a certain move I could believe in what you say You look like you should know So let the four winds blow I think it's time to go It's such a certain move Don't throw it right back on me It's such a certain move Open your eyes so you can see It's such a certain move From time to time and day to day It's such a certain move What does it matter anyway It's such a certain move From time to time and day to day It's such a certain move What does it matter anyway I could believe in what you say What does it matter anyway |
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from Buzzcocks - Buzzcocks (2003)
Talking like you're some big news
Now you've got a chance to choose Baby there's nothing to lose Yeah, I'm up for the crack Maybe there's something to see Something about you and me Who knows what it could be But I'm up for the crack Yeah, up for the crack So many times I've waited Too many times sedated So many times elated Too many times sedated So many times I've waited Too many times sedated So many times elated Too many times sedated Crazy, I'm on the attack I've gotta scream for a regular jack And if you see me on your back Yeah, I'm up for the crack So many times I've waited Too many times sedated So many times elated Too many times sedated So many times I've waited Too many times sedated So many times elated Too many times sedated Crazy, I'm on the attack I've gotta scream for a regular jack And if you see me on your back Well, I'm up for the crack Breaking into something new You know there's one thing I can do And if I said I'd see it through Yeah, I'm up for the crack Up for the crack Up for the crack Yeah, I'm up for the crack Well, up for the crack Yeah, up for the crack Up for the crack |
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from Buzzcocks - Buzzcocks (2003)
Life's full of disappointments
Wonder where the good times went Craving for recognition Rather than accomplishment Nobody cares what your name is And it's gonna stay that way Everything is off the record Face it, there's nothing to say Life's only temporary And then you fucking die It's a useless situation Can't you see that I'm between Patience and persuasion Every single time Mingling amongst the masses That much would be enough You used to be my rival Quit when the going gets rough I never witnessed the moment When all you ever wanted was me Understand now the penny's dropped Pissed off bunny, not happy Don't want to think about it It makes me fucking mad It's a useless situation Can't you see that I'm between Patience and persuasion Every single time It's a useless situation Can't you see that I'm between Patience and persuasion Every single time I never witnessed the moment When all you ever wanted was me Understand now the penny's dropped Pissed off bunny, not happy Life's only temporary And then you fucking die It's a useless situation Can't you see that I'm between Patience and persuasion Every single time It's a useless situation Can't you see that I'm between Patience and persuasion Every single time |
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from Buzzcocks - French (2001)
Reality's a dream, a game in which I seem
To never find out just what I am I don't know if I'm an actor or ham, a shamen or sham But if you don't mind and I don't mind I'm lost without a clue so how can I undo The tangle of these webs I keep weaving I don't know if I should be believing, deceptive perceiving But if you don't mind and I don't mind I used to bet that you didn't care But gambling never got me anywhere Each time I used to feel so sure Something about you made me doubt you more How can you convince me, when everything I see Just makes me feel you're putting me down And if it's true, this pathetic clown'll keep hanging around That's if you don't mind and I don't mind I used to bet that you didn't care But gambling never got me anywhere Each time I used to be so sure Something about you made me doubt you more I even think you hate me when you call me on the phone And sometimes when we go out, then I wish, I'd stayed at home And when I'm dreaming or just lying in my bed I think you've got it in for me, is it all in my head? Is it in my head? How can you convince me, when everything I see Just makes me feel you're putting me down And if it's true this pathetic clown'll keep hanging around That's if you don't mind and I don't mind, I don't mind |
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from Buzzcocks - French (2001)
Honey I saw you yesterday
On my way home Baby I craved for you today So I decided to phone So why don't we get together soon And er get on our own Just think of what me and you could do If we get on our own If we could get on our own If we could get on our own Honey I saw you again today And I er liked what I saw So why we don't meet tonight Then I could er see a bit more So how's about we get together soon Well why be alone Just think of what me and you could do If we get on our own If we could get on our own If we could get on our own Just think of it Me and you Us together Yes just we two Think of all the things That me and you could do If we get on our own If we could get on our own If we could get on our own Just me and you Ah |
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from Buzzcocks - French (2001)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, it's unthinkable
Oh, oh, oh, oh, it's unthinkable Last night I dreamed that I took your life We cut it up together with a sharpened knife Then next night I found a dead horse in your bed And when I rolled over it was you instead Oh, oh, oh, oh, it's unthinkable Oh, oh, oh, oh, it's unthinkable Every time you lied, you actually died Shot in the head, in a cupboard and fried The next day I came, I was in a frame Hannibal the Cannibal all over again Oh, oh, oh, oh, it's unthinkable Oh, oh, oh, oh, it's unthinkable And the wind blows, dreams of my rose [Solo] And the wind blows, dreams of my rose Oh, oh, oh, oh, it's unthinkable Oh, oh, oh, oh, it's unthinkable Oh, oh, oh, it's unthinkable Oh, oh, oh, it's unthinkable Oh, oh, oh, (did you do it or did you see), it's unthinkable Oh, oh, oh, (did you do it or did you see), it's unthinkable Oh, oh, oh, (did you do it or did you see), it's unthinkable Oh, oh, oh, (did you do it or did you see), it's unthinkable |
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from Buzzcocks - French (2001)
Strange thing happened one day
Someone thought they heard someone say Gotta face new directions Get new expectations Strange thing happened one day Someone thought they heard someone say Get rid of complications Free yourself from frustrations Gotta control depression Gotta control this depression Strange thing happened today I thought I heard somebody say Gotta face new directions Get new expectations Strange thing happened today I thought I heard somebody say Get rid of complications Free yourself from frustrations Gotta control depression Gotta control this depression Strange things will happen one day You think you hear somebody say Gotta face new directions Get new expectations Strange thing will happen one day You think you hear somebody say Get rid of complications Free yourself from your frustrations Gotta control depression Gotta gotta control this depression |
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from Buzzcocks - French (2001)
Energy (oh oh)
Well in my mind - yeh Energy (oh oh) Wasting so much time - yeh Energy (oh oh) Walk in a straight line - yeh Energy (oh oh) Killing off my mind and Wasting so much time And energy, energy Killing off my mind And energy, energy Oh energy (oh oh) Before I slow - yeh Energy (oh oh) TV overload - yeh Energy (oh oh) No where to go - yeh Energy (oh oh) Teenage dreams explode and Wasting all my time And energy, energy Killing off my mind And energy, energy - ohhhhh (Let me dance Let me dance) Wasting all my time And energy, energy Killing off my mind And energy, energy - oh Energy (oh oh) Well in my arms - yeh Energy (oh oh) Well in my legs - yeh Energy (oh oh) ??????? begs - yeh Energy (oh oh) For the right to live - yeh Energy Wasting all my time and Energy Wasting all my time and Energy To take this country Energy To take this land I need energy To take this country Energy To take this land I need energy To take this country Energy To take this land I need energy To take this country Energy To take this land I need energy To take this country Energy To take this land I need energy |
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from Buzzcocks - French (2001)
If I seem a little jittery I can't restrain myself
I'm falling into fancy fragments - can't contain myself I'm gonna breakdown - breakdown yes Now I can stand austerity but it gets a little much when there's all these livid things that you never get to touch I'm gonna breakdown ... I feel me brain like porridge coming out of me ears and I was anticipating reverie I've taken leave of me senses - and I'm in arrears my legs buckle over - I'm living on my knees I'm gonna breakdown ... Whatever makes me tick it takes away my concentration sets my hands a-trembling - gives me frustration I'm gonna breakdown ... So I hear that two is company for me it's plenty trouble though my double thoughts are clearer now that I am seeing double I'm gonna breakdown ... Oh mum can I grow out of what's too big for me? I'll give up that ghost before it gives up me I wander loaded as a crowd - a nowhere wolf of pain Living next to nothing - my nevermind remains I'm gonna breakdown ... |
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from Buzzcocks - French (2001)
I thought you were so innocent
Until I got my fingers burnt You think me strange and quite peculiar Let the first appearance fool ya Even though you're not my mum I've got to get my washing done Who calls the tune must pay the piper Fix the plug and catch the spider Something hesitated in the sky When I found you Something emanated from your eyes My dream came true I love someone who looks like you The way you do but isn't you It's still the same sad sordid story Suffering sinner slave to glory Now you say you want someone new I knew you do you left a clue The vows of love that you've recanted Say you're taking me for granted Something hesitated in the sky When I found you Something emanated from your eyes My dream came true Innocent Innocent [Solo] Something hesitated in the sky When I found you Something emanated from your eyes My dream came true Innocent Innocent Something hesitated in the sky When I found you Something emanated from your eyes My dream came true Something hesitated in your eyes When I found you Something emanated from the sky My dream came true |
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from Buzzcocks - French (2001)
Will I be the last to know
I've got this little question for ya Will I be the last to know Or is this just my paranoia Will I be the last to know I came into your room while you were sleeping And tip-toed to the bottom of your bed I held my breath so I could hear you breathing Love's such a sweet thing Will I be the last to know I've got this little question for ya Will I be the last to know Or is this just my paranoia Will I be the last to know I want to give myself to you completely I love you more than truth could ever tell Please promise not to mistreat me or beat me Just treat me sweetly Will I be the last to know I've got this little question for ya Will I be the last to know Or is this just my paranoia What will I discover Will you turn on me and say You didn't mean to be unkind You haven't changed your mind You've never loved me anyway [Solo] I want to give myself to you completely I love you more than truth could ever tell Please promise not to mistreat me or beat me Just treat me sweetly Will I be the last to know I've got this little question for ya Will I be the last to know Or is this just my paranoia What will I discover Will you turn on me and say You haven't changed your mind You've never loved me anyway Will I be the last to know Will I be the last to know Will I be the last to know |
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from Buzzcocks - French (2001)
Here in suburbia
There's nothing left to see Just want to spend my time running free I've had enough of the day job I can see farther than that Just want to spend my time running free The air of tension still is rising higher Screaming emotions are singing to you (No no no time no no no time) (No no no time no no no time) Here in the engine room A pulse shouts for a word Just want to spend my time running free I'll pull out condition There's no need to face facts Just want to spend my time running free You better make a move before sleeping gets you You better shape soon before the weak things make you (No no no time no no no time) (No no no time no no no time) Here in proles' paradise Experiments on the weak Just want to spend my time running free It's a trick of the torment You tend to forget yourself Just want to spend my time running free Your conscience may be changed as the plan gets harder It's just been rearranged to keep the strata (No no no time no no no time) (No no no time no no no time) Your conscience may be changed as the plan gets harder It's just been rearranged to keep the strata (No no no time no no no time) (No no no time no no no time) (No no no time no no no time) (No no no time no no no time) (No no no time no no no time) (No no no time no no no time) |
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from Buzzcocks - French (2001)
Well it seems so real I can see it
And it seems so real I can feel it And it seems so real I can taste it And it seems so real I can hear it So why can't I touch it? So why can't I touch it? Then it looks so real I can see it And it feels so real I can feel it And it tastes so real I can taste it And it sounds so real I can hear it So why can't I touch it? So why can't I touch it? Then it looks so real I can feel it And it feels so real I can taste it And it tastes so real I can hear it And it sounds so real I can see it So why can't I touch it? So why can't I touch it? Now it is so real I can see it And it is so real I can feel it And it is so real I can hear it And it is so real I can be it So why can't I touch it? So why can't I touch it? |
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from Buzzcocks - French (2001)
Pretty girls
Pretty boys Have you ever heard your mommy say "Noise annoys"? Pretty girls Pretty boys Have you ever heard your mommy shout "Noise annoys"? Go.. Pretty girls Pretty boys Have you ever heard your mommy scream "Noise annoys"? Pretty girls Pretty boys Have you ever heard your mommy scream "Noise annoys"? Pretty girls Pretty boys Have you ever heard your mommy say "Noise annoys"? |
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from Buzzcocks - French (2001)
I'm living my life in a separate way
Looking for something from day to day There is a searchlight in my heart There's an empty space where nothing grows There is no life for the rose Only a shadow in my heart I'm living in a world of isolation I'm living in a world of isolation Well I've watched the waves come and go And I can never escape from what I know There is but water on my heart But I see you in a special way It's a sensation on what it says Because we are living world's apart I'm living in a world of isolation I'm living in a world of isolation [Solo] I'm living in a world of isolation I'm living in a world of isolation Isolation, oh yeah Isolation, yeah Iso - Living my life in a seperate way Living on my own from day to day Under two nations In isolation Oh yeah, living under two nations In isolation Oh yeah, living under two nations In isolation |
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from Buzzcocks - French (2001)
Yeah - well - I say what I mean
I say what comes to my mind Because I never get around to things I live a straight - straight line You know me - I'm acting dumb you know the scene - very humdrum boredom - boredom I'm living in this movie but it doesn't move me I'm the man that's waiting for the phone to ring Hear it ring-a-ding-a-fucking-ding You know me ... You see there's nothing behind me I'm already a has-been because my future ain't what it was well I think I know the words that I mean You know me ... B'dum - b'dum I've taken this extravagant journey so it seems to me I just came from nowhere and I'm going straight back there You know me ... So I'm living in this movie but it doesn't move me so tell me who are you trying to arouse? get your hands out of my trousers You know me ... |
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from Buzzcocks - French (2001)
Here again playing the lonely game
Blind as a fool who won't see Suddenly taking control again What could be happening to me My only consolation Is that someday you'll care My source of inspiration You don't get far when you're going nowhere I can do it,do it,do it till the morning comes Like the river fills the sea I can do it,do it,do it like incessant drums I can do it like the birds and the bees Hestitate is there no end to it So tired of living a lie Time won't wait too late to start again Wander while wondering why My only consolation Is that someday you'll care Perverse sophistication You won't get far if you're going nowhere I can do it,do it,do it till the morning comes Like the river fills the sea I can do it,do it,do it like incessant drums I can do it like the birds and the bees [Solo] I can do it,do it,do it till the morning comes Like the river fills the sea I can do it,do it,do it like incessant drums I can do it like the birds and the bees My only consolation Is that someday you'll care My source of inspiration You don't get far if you're going nowhere It's not infatuation To hope that you're the one to care My final consolation You won't get far you're going nowhere I can do it,do it,do it till the morning comes Like the river fills the sea I can do it,do it,do it like incessant drums I can do it like the birds and the bees I can do it,do it,do it till the morning comes I can do it,do it,do it,do it Here again playing the lonely game Blind as a fool who won't see Suddenly taking control again What could be happening to me My only consolation Is that someday you'll care My source of inspiration You don't get far when you're going nowhere I can do it,do it,do it till the morning comes Like the river fills the sea I can do it,do it,do it like incessant drums I can do it like the birds and the bees Hestitate is there no end to it So tired of living a lie Time won't wait too late to start again Wander while wondering why My only consolation Is that someday you'll care Perverse sophistication You won't get far if you're going nowhere I can do it,do it,do it till the morning comes Like the river fills the sea I can do it,do it,do it like incessant drums I can do it like the birds and the bees [Solo] I can do it,do it,do it till the morning comes Like the river fills the sea I can do it,do it,do it like incessant drums I can do it like the birds and the bees My only consolation Is that someday you'll care My source of inspiration You don't get far if you're going nowhere It's not infatuation To hope that you're the one to care My final consolation You won't get far you're going nowhere I can do it,do it,do it till the morning comes Like the river fills the sea I can do it,do it,do it like incessant drums I can do it like the birds and the bees I can do it,do it,do it till the morning comes I can do it,do it,do it,do it |
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from Buzzcocks - French (2001)
In these times of contention it's not my intention to make things plain
I'm looking through mirrors to catch the reflection that can't be mine I'm losing control now I'll just have to slow down a thought or two I can't feel the future and I'm not even certain that there is a past I believe in the worker's revolution And I believe in the final solution I believe in I believe in I believe in the shape of things to come And I believe in I'm not the only one Yes I believe in I believe in When I poison my system I take thoughts and twist them into shapes I'm reaching my nadir and I haven't an idea of what to do I'm painting by numbers but can't find the colours that fill you in I'm not even knowing if I'm coming or going if to end or begin I believe in the immaculate conception And I believe in the resurrection And I believe in I believe in I believe in the elixir of youth And I believe in the absolute truth Yes I believe in I believe in There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more I've fallen from favour while trying to savour experience I'm seeing things clearly but it has quite nearly blown my mind It's the aim of existence to offer resistance to the flow of time Everything is and that is why it is will be the line I believe in perpetual motion And I believe in perfect devotion I believe in I believe in I believe in the things I've never had I believe in my Mum and my Dad And I believe in I believe in There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more I'm skippin' the pages of a book that takes ages for the foreword to end Triangular cover concealing another aspect from view My relative motion is just an illusion from stopping too fast The essence of being these feelings I'm feeling I just want them to last I believe in original sin And I believe what I believe in Yes I believe in I believe in I believe in the web of fate And I believe I'm going to be late So I'll be leavin' What I believe in There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more |
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from Buzzcocks - Flat-Pack Philosophy (2007)
No matter what I try is no good for you
Everything that I say, everything that I do It's crystal clear now that we're going nowhere And that once was a dream has become this nightmare Wish I never loved you but I just can't let go Now I know how it feels to have loved and lost Because of pride To be deserted so that hurt is all that's left inside I'm ashamed I've been blamed so much I wanted to die Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why, tell me why Wish I never loved you but I just can't let go What makes me think I mean nothing to you? Everything that you say, everything that you do All you excuses, the lies you invent Provide more than a little discouragement Wish I never loved you but I just can't let go Now I know how it fells to have loved and lost Because of pride To be deserted so that hurt is all that's left inside I'm ashamed I've been blamed so much I wanted to die Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why, tell me why |
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from Buzzcocks - Flat-Pack Philosophy (2007)
The lights are so bright all the things you wanted
Set within your sights you sell your soul tonight And in the morning there's something not quite right Sell you everything Sell me everything And every Friday night you've spent all your money It's turned daylight well if it's wrong or right Some things are funny under the street light Sell you everything Sell me everything Yeah the lights are so bright And all the things you wanted Set within you sights Sell you everything Sell me everything |
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from Buzzcocks - Flat-Pack Philosophy (2007)
Been contemplating lately what you mean to me
You are the one I care about, the only one I love And though we may be separated by the sea It's still just you I'm dreaming of you must believe me Para siempre means forever And I intend to keep that promise, you know I have this dream of yearning burning in my heart Of how goos things still would be if we made a brand new start Seven empty days fill weeks tough months become years But I still cherish memories of romantic beers And so I'll tell you something you already know Para siempre means forever I still intend to keep that promise, you know What I want is reconciliation This separation's more than I can bear Don't wanna be alone, my love is guaranteed I want to know that you still care And so I'll tell you something you already know Para siempre means forever I still intend to keep that promise, you know No need to be alone Your love is all I need Just say the word and I'll be there |
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from Buzzcocks - Flat-Pack Philosophy (2007)
I wonder if you'll notice
Exactly how I feel Maybe if we could spend more time together Then you'd discover what I try hard to conceal But you don't know what I'm talking about I kinda get so excited And I break into a sweat I wish that I could stage the perfect encounter That I just hope to god I won't live to regret But you don't know what I'm talking about Cos to you, I just don't exist But you don't know what I'm talking about Cos to you, I just don't exist But you don't know what I'm talking about Cos to you, well, I just don't exist But you don't know what I'm talking about |
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from Buzzcocks - Flat-Pack Philosophy (2007)
I'm a soul survivor and I live in a world of tack
Whatever they say it just rolls right across my back Clinging wreckage I was alive When the car crashed Swam out the water before My life started sinking fast Well they messed with my mind Tried to brainwash what I had Somethings they can't find So I guess that's not so bad Yeah I'm counting the hours You're a long time living dead And yesterday's flowers will be placed Upon your head So come on come on come on come on Let's roll through rings of fire So come on come on come on come on Let's light this flames desire Let's light this flaming fire Soul survivor |
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from Buzzcocks - Flat-Pack Philosophy (2007)
Paradise is a platinum card
Behind the wheel of your car With your new pair of trainers Designer clothes Go on, I'll have seven of those And go to ski where it snows Its bounty sustains us Credit In love with the never never Wish I could get something I really need Videophones With all the latest ringtones You buy-to-let your new home Don't care what you're spending Then just like that Reminders under the mat Of your flat full of tat The pile of debts never ending Credit In love with the never never Wish I could get something I really need |
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from Buzzcocks - Flat-Pack Philosophy (2007)
Standing around staring into space
Trying to see what's going on inside you Shouts from the crowd well that's just not allowed Take a look at what they made you do When you're looking at a line of blue Where did you go what did you know What happened when the wind blew through And the thoughts you receive make you what you believe Then you're hanging onto everything you knew Big brother wheels Gonna stamp it out of you in time Gonna make you jump and walk the line With your mind on the blink hands tied to the sink All you think is double think double think Big brother wheels Gonna stamp it out of you in time Gonna make you jump and walk the line Jack boot stamps all over you face Jack boot stamps all over the place |
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from Buzzcocks - Flat-Pack Philosophy (2007)
Dreamin', am I dreamin'?
Try as hard as I can I just can't get you out of my mind Dreamin', am I dreamin'? Will my dreams come true or am I simply wasting my time? Well, I told you that I'm sorry, didn't mean to make you cry But look at it from my point of view It's the little things in life on which our happiness depends And what's the use if any in trying to survive All the problems that the world can provide If at the end of all it we haven't got the time to be friends? Well, I get this funny feeling that just won't stay away You know it drives me almost out of my mind It seems that life's too short to carry on the way that we do Too much discrimination is keeping us apart And I don't think I can take any more I only hope and pray I can find a way to say "I love you" Oh wouldn't it be great if we could be in that state forever Just a moment with you in the next year or two or whenever Let's make history together Dreamin', am I dreamin'? Try as hard as I can I just can't get you out of my mind Dreamin', am I dreamin'? Will my dreams come true or am I simply wasting my time? Try as hard as I can I just can't get you out of my mind |
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from Buzzcocks - Flat-Pack Philosophy (2007)
Heading for bad weather
Hard rain is gonna come Everybody shakes to the sound of a gun You might think you're clever This thing will strike you dumb Everybody shakes to the sound of a gun You can live forever Just like everyone Everybody shakes to the sound of a gun Bullets flying everywhere What they hit they don't care A sonic sound is in the air This time it's now or never Like a rabbit on the run We could live together The time has got to come Everybody shakes To the sound of a gun |
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from Buzzcocks - Flat-Pack Philosophy (2007)
Don't go acting all innocent
It suits you all too much I know the messages we've sent Have helped us get in touch There was a time you showed me the pictures Butter wouldn't melt in your mouth But now let's skip to the future Look at you now Don't want you making no big mistake Especially when it's dark Not to mention the risk you take While drinking in the park There was a time you showed me the pictures Butter wouldn't melt in your mouth But now let's skip to the future Look at you now The triumph of hope over experience My faith has been restored An uncommon sense of commonsense Sure is its own reward There was a time you showed me the pictures Butter wouldn't melt in your mouth But now let's skip to the future Look at you now Don't go acting all innocent Look at you now |
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from Buzzcocks - Flat-Pack Philosophy (2007)
This time I've made up my mind I've had enough
What a complete waste of time I've had enough Each morning I wake to discover that nothing's changed The love I wished for don't exist If it's not one thing it's another - can't carry on But I feel powerless to resist Friends don't know what I go through I've had enough Now see what you've made me do I've had enough Been trapped in this state of denial for far too long The love I've aimed for has been missed But this time I'm serious, it's final It would be wrong, don't wanna be a masochist And I wish that there could be another way But I can't believe a single word you say, anyway Not gonna take any more I've had enough Just what did you take me for? I've had enough Each morning I wake and discover you're still the same The love I crave for won't exist It's neither one thing nor another - I won't go on I hope I'll find strength to resist Yes, it's the end of the line I've had enough |
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from Buzzcocks - Flat-Pack Philosophy (2007)
They say the best things in life are free
But now I'm not so sure Something has crawled right in my mind And opened up the door Now and then it seems so strange It leaves you insecure And everything you thought you knew Is different from before Something stuck in my mind between heaven and hell You might think that what you see Is all there is for sure But if you look behind your eyes You'll see there's so much more Darkness blanks your train of thought And sticks in your mind's eye You've got your feet still on the ground But your head is in the sky Something stuck in my mind between heaven and hell Where things come from no one knows What it does or where it goes Sometimes life you just can't see |
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from Death Disco (2004)
Well it seems so real I can see it
And it seems so real I can feel it And it seems so real I can taste it And it seems so real I can hear it So why can't I touch it? So why can't I touch it? But then it looks so real I can see it And it feels so real I can feel it And it tastes so real I can taste it And it sounds so real I can hear it So why can't I touch it? So why can't I touch it? Then it looks so real I can feel it And it feels so real I can taste it And it tastes so real I can hear it And it sounds so real I can see it So why can't I touch it? So why can't I touch it? Now it is so real I can see it And it is so real I can feel it And it is so real I can hear it And it is so real I can be it So why can't I touch it? So why can't I touch it? |
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from Buzzcocks - "Different Kind of Tension, A" (2001)
Where in the world are we
Everything's fake nothing's real I guess it just depends on how you feel Why are you wasting my time With questions when everything's fine Why are things so nice Is this the place that they call Paradise Oh it's Paradise Look around you day by day See the people on their way On Friday nights collecting their pay So don't tell me what's wrong and what's right 'Cause a knife fight on Saturday night Is the only kind of justice not nice But it's the only kind that's given here in Paradise Oh it's Paradise Where in the world are we Everything's fake nothing's real I guess it just depends on how you feel Why are you wasting my time With questions when everything's fine Why are things so nice Is this the place that they call Paradise Oh it's Paradise |
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from Buzzcocks - "Different Kind of Tension, A" (2001)
Sitting round at home, sitting round at home
Sitting round at home, watching the pictures go Sitting round at home, sitting round at home Sitting round at home, watching the pictures go I watch the news at one, I do it every day They always find someone to take my mind away It's a family show, ten part serial Something for everyone, tea on end part one Whatever turned you off, was it the turning on Ideal state of mind, increase your perception Sitting round at home, sitting round at home Sitting round at home, watching the pictures go Sitting round at home, sitting round at home Sitting round at home, watching the pictures go I'm sitting I'm sitting I'm sitting I'm sitting I'm sitting I'm sitting I'm sitting I'm sitting I'm sitting I'm sitting I'm sitting I'm sitting I'm sitting I'm sitting I'm sitting I'm sitting I'm sitting I'm sitting I'm sitting I'm sitting I'm sitting |
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from Buzzcocks - "Different Kind of Tension, A" (2001)
You say you don't love me
Well that's alright with me 'cause I'm in love with you And I wouldn't want you doing things you don't want to do Oh you know I've always wanted you to be in love with me And it took so long to realize the way things have to be I wanted to live in a dream that couldn't be real And I'm starting to understand now the way that you feel You say you don't You say you don't You say you don't love me Well that's alright with me 'cause I have got the time To wait in case someday you maybe change your mind I've decided not to make the same mistakes this time around As I'm tired of having heartaches I've been thinking and I've found I don't want to live in a dream I want something real And I think I understand now the way that you feel You say you don't You say you don't You say you don't You say you don't You say you don't You say you don't love me Well that's alright with me I'm not in love with you I just want us to do the things we both want to do Though I've got this special feelin' I'd be wrong to call it love For the word entails a few things that I would be well rid of I've no need to live in a dream it's finally real And I hope you now understand this feeling I feel You say you don't You say you don't You say you don't love me You say you don't love me You say you don't love me Mmm |
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from Buzzcocks - "Different Kind of Tension, A" (2001)
You know you can't help it when you see that girl
You know you can't help undressing her You know you can't help thinking what she's got You know you can't help it you just can't help it! You know you can't help it getting into her You know you can't help it 'cause she's your world You know you can't help that sex is good You know you can't help it you just can't help it! Sex is known as a screw A bloody silly thing to do But anyway we're all Gonna do it 'cayse it's great You know you can't help what's between her thighs You know you can't help that honesty lies You know you can't help what's old but new You know you can't help it you just can't help it! Sex was made for you Causes deaths and murders too Love makes war it depends Which side you're on You know you can't help when something rings true You know you can't help when touch touches you You know you can't help that you're stone cold You know you can't help it you just can't help it! |
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from Buzzcocks - "Different Kind of Tension, A" (2001)
Mad mad Judy
Mad mad girl Mad mad Judy Mad at all the world She told her friend She cried alot And ended up in tears Man mad Judy ? Well does she Well does she, know? Ain't nothing left in all The world except insanity Mad mad Judy Mad mad girl Mad mad Judy Mad at all the world She told her friend She was paranoid And ended up in fear Mad mad Judy ? Well does she Well does she, know? Ain't nothing left in all The world except obscurity She wanted something she Never got but don't know what it is? Mad mad Judy ? Well does she, does she know? Ain't nothing left in all the World except diversity. |
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from Buzzcocks - "Different Kind of Tension, A" (2001)
You're an awful lot of fun
Forever on the run You're my number one But if you're not late Then I guess you never come You're always on my side boy When it comes to playing games of who are we We never find out why though That our own raison d'etre we can't see You're an awful lot of fun Forever on the run You're my number one But if you're not late Then I guess you never come I said blue eyes would suit you Yes they do oh I knew I would be right But watch your friends don't get you 'Cause if they do I won't be seeing you tonight |
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from Buzzcocks - "Different Kind of Tension, A" (2001)
I don't know what to do with my life
Should I give it up and make a new start I don't know what to do with my life 'Cause the one I've got just tears me apart I can't wake up in the morning And I can't get to sleep at night I'm not expecting things to be perfect But a high success rate would be nice I don't know what to do with my life I don't know what to do with my life I don't know what to do with my life I don't know what to do with my life I don't know what's gone wrong with my life But you know I never do seem to win Whenever I think I've straightened it out It becomes a vicious circle again I can't love when anyone loves me And I can't find the someone to love But then I start to count my blessings And I feel I'm getting more than enough I don't know what to do with my life I don't know what to do with my life I don't know what to do with my life I don't know what to do with my life I don't know what to do with my life I don't know what to do with my life I don't know what to do with my life I don't know what to do with my life I don't know what's gone wrong with my life But you know I never do seem to win Whenever I think I've straightened it out It becomes a vicious circle again I can't love when anyone loves me And I can't find the someone to love But then I start to count my blessings And I feel I'm getting more than enough of love I don't know what to do with my life I don't know what to do with my life I don't know what to do with my life It's my life |
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from Buzzcocks - "Different Kind of Tension, A" (2001)
What is inside me
Is caged here beside me Life is a zoo I'm labelled him And it's labelled you Life is a zoo Life's a zoo You are a stranger But I'm even stranger What can I do Life's getting stranger Strangers are stranger What can we do Life's a zoo I am a stranger And you're even stranger What can you do Life's getting stranger A stranger's a stranger What can we do Life's a zoo |
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from Buzzcocks - "Different Kind of Tension, A" (2001)
Hollow inside I was hollow inside
But I couldn't find out what the reason was Why I was Hollow inside I was hollow inside But I couldn't find out what the reason was Why I was Hollow inside I was hollow inside But I couldn't find out what the reason was Why I was Hollow inside I was hollow inside But I couldn't find out what the reason was Why I was Hollow inside Hollow inside Hollow inside Why I was Hollow inside Hollow inside Hollow inside Hollow inside you were hollow inside But I couldn't find out what the reason was Why I was Hollow inside you were hollow inside But I couldn't find out what the reason was Why I was Hollow inside you were hollow inside But I couldn't find out what the reason was Why I was Hollow inside you were hollow inside But I couldn't find out what the reason was Why I was Hollow inside Hollow inside Hollow inside Why I was Hollow inside Hollow inside Hollow inside Hollow inside they were hollow inside But I couldn't find out what the reason was Why I was Hollow inside they were hollow inside But I couldn't find out what the reason was Why I was Hollow inside they were hollow inside But I couldn't find out what the reason was Why I was Hollow inside they were hollow inside But I couldn't find out what the reason was Why I was Hollow inside Hollow inside Hollow inside Why I was Hollow inside Hollow inside Hollow inside Hollow inside we're all hollow inside But I couldn't find out what the reason was Why I was Hollow inside we're all hollow inside But I couldn't find out what the reason was Why I was Hollow inside we're all hollow inside But I couldn't find out what the reason was Why I was Hollow inside we were hollow inside But I couldn't find out what the reason was Why I was Hollow inside Hollow inside Hollow inside Why I was Hollow inside Hollow inside Hollow inside |
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from Buzzcocks - "Different Kind of Tension, A" (2001)
In these times of contention it's not my intention to make things plain
I'm looking through mirrors to catch the reflection that can't be mine I'm losing control now I'll just have to slow down a thought or two I can't feel the future and I'm not even certain that there is a past I believe in the worker's revolution And I believe in the final solution I believe in I believe in I believe in the shape of things to come And I believe in I'm not the only one Yes I believe in I believe in When I poison my system I take thoughts and twist them into shapes I'm reaching my nadir and I haven't an idea of what to do I'm painting by numbers but can't find the colours that fill you in I'm not even knowing if I'm coming or going if to end or begin I believe in the immaculate conception And I believe in the resurrection And I believe in I believe in I believe in the elixir of youth And I believe in the absolute truth Yes I believe in I believe in There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more I've fallen from favour while trying to savour experience I'm seeing things clearly but it has quite nearly blown my mind It's the aim of existence to offer resistance to the flow of time Everything is and that is why it is will be the line I believe in perpetual motion And I believe in perfect devotion I believe in I believe in I believe in the things I've never had I believe in my Mum and my Dad And I believe in I believe in There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more I'm skippin' the pages of a book that takes ages for the foreword to end Triangular cover concealing another aspect from view My relative motion is just an illusion from stopping too fast The essence of being these feelings I'm feeling I just want them to last I believe in original sin And I believe what I believe in Yes I believe in I believe in I believe in the web of fate And I believe I'm going to be late So I'll be leavin' What I believe in There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more There is no love in this world any more |
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from Buzzcocks - "Different Kind of Tension, A" (2001)
Everybody's happy nowadays
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from Buzzcocks - Another Music In A Different Kitchen (2001)
They're nice and precise, each one begins and ends
They may win you admirers, but they'll never earn you friends Fast cars, fast cars Fast cars, I hate fast cars They're so depressing going around and around Ooh, they make me dizzy, oh fast cars they run me down Fast cars, fast cars Fast cars, I hate fast cars Sooner or later, you're gonna listen to Ralph Nader I don't wanna cause a fuss, but fast cars are so dangerous Fast cars, fast cars Fast cars, I hate fast cars, fast cars Fast cars, fast cars I hate fast cars |
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from Buzzcocks - Another Music In A Different Kitchen (2001)
When I phone you night and day
I get no reply no reply I keep writing those letters and send them away To get no reply no reply No reply oh can't you see No reply it's ruining me Even if I ask the reason why I get no reply no reply No reply no reply Oh no no no no no No reply no reply Oh no no no no no No reply no reply I'm bruising my knuckles knocking at your door But I get no reply no reply I've stood it for so long I can't stand it no more To get no reply no reply No reply oh can't you see No reply it's ruining me Even if I ask the reason why I get no reply no reply No reply no reply Oh no no no no no No reply no reply Oh no no no no no No reply no reply I'm bruising my knuckles knocking at your door But I get no reply no reply I've stood it for so long I can't stand it no more To get no reply no reply No reply oh can't you see No reply it's ruining me Even if I ask the reason why I get no reply no reply No reply Oh no no no no no no no no no No reply no reply Oh no no no no no No reply reply reply reply |
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from Buzzcocks - Another Music In A Different Kitchen (2001)
Well I know it's the night
but have you gotta beat the daylights out of me I'm getting so god-damned bruised I'll soon be softer than a stoned cherry And when you let your flesh creep over me you know I don't know what's come over me something about the way you drool and kiss makes love seem nothing like this You tear me up you grab what's mine you tear me up every single time you tear me up what a hideous crime you tear me up you're a bloody swine All this slurping and sucking you know it's putting me off my food you're noisier than a motorway and about two times - three times as rude You know you got such big eyes they make me feel so small my heart is only one mouthful but you - you can have it all You're just as hard as a pavement and I don't know where my passion went you think that maybe I could walk on you you'd make a damned good anaesthetic - I'll say that for you |
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from Buzzcocks - Another Music In A Different Kitchen (2001)
Honey I saw you yesterday
On my way home Baby I craved for you today So I decided to phone So why don't we get together soon And er get on our own Just think of what me and you could do If we get on our own If we could get on our own If we could get on our own Honey I saw you again today And I er liked what I saw So why don't meet tonight Then I could er see a bit more So how's about we get together soon Well why be alone Just think of what me and you could do If we get on our own If we could get on our own If we could get on our own Just think of it Me and you Us together Yes just we two Think of all the things That me and you could do If we get on our own If we could get on our own If we could get on our own Just me and you Ah |
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from Buzzcocks - Another Music In A Different Kitchen (2001)
My mad love battery - wants to charge you
my mad love battery - could maybe enlarge you my mad love battery - fizzing at the terminals my mad love battery - is one helluva pack of an animal My mad love battery - has to have us both my mad love battery - don't allow for sleep or sloth my mad love battery - never minces words don't discharge flattery - so don't listen to what you've heard I got sick electricity on the boil for you I got this searing love which burns without cue My mad love battery - is running out of control my mad love battery - is gonna swallow us whole my mad love battery - never minces words don't discharge flattery - so don't listen to what you've heard I got this crazy current gets into my underwear and when it really connects I come and go everywhere My mad love battery - wants to charge you my mad love battery - could maybe enlarge you my mad love battery - fizzing at the terminals my mad love battery - is one helluva pack of an animal |
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from Buzzcocks - Another Music In A Different Kitchen (2001)
You know I don't like dancin'
An' I don't like to bop Too much movement's exertion Makes me wish I could drop Dro' dro' dro' dro' dro' dro' drop An' I don't like French kissin' 'Cause you swallow my tongue And you think that you're oh so very old You only want me 'cause you think I'm so young Yo' yo' yo' yo' yo' yo' young All right OK No way An' I wish I was sixteen again Then things would be such fun All the things I'd do would be the same But they're much more fun Than when you're twenty wo' wo' wo' wo' wo' one All right OK No way An' I hate modern music Disco boogie pop They go on an' on an' on an' on an' on How I wish they would stop |
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from Buzzcocks - Another Music In A Different Kitchen (2001)
Reality's a dream
A game in which I seem To never find out just what I am I don't know if I'm an actor or ham A shamen or sham But if you don't mind I don't mind I'm lost without a clue So how can I undo The tangle of these webs I keep weaving I don't know if I should be believing Deceptive perceiving But if you don't mind I don't mind I used to bet that you didn't care But gambling never got me anywhere Each time I used to feel so sure Something about you made me doubt you more How can you convince me When everything I see Just makes me feel you're putting me down And if it's true this pathetic clown'll Keep hanging around That's if you don't mind I don't mind I used to bet that you didn't care But gambling never got me anywhere Each time I used to be so sure Something about you made me doubt you more I even think you hate me when you call me on the phone And sometimes when we go out that I wish I'd stayed at home And when I'm dreaming or just lying in my bed I think you've got it in for me Is it all in my head is it in my head How can you convince me When everything I see Just makes me feel you're putting me down And if it's true this pathetic clown'll Keep hanging around That's if you don't mind I don't mind I don't mind |
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from Buzzcocks - Another Music In A Different Kitchen (2001)
A fiction romance
I love this love story That never seems to happen in my life A fiction romance All love and glory That never seems to happen in my life Dreams of love and dreams of pain And dreams again again again Again which can be yours just by taking hold Dreams that I can realize Are quite contained within your eyes Say fiction romance is not so old A fiction romance The love of the ages That never seems to matter in my life A fiction romance On magazine pages That never seems to feature in my life Dreaming scheming unaware That quite somewhere some unaware folk Are not thinking 'bout what they have been told Something strange is happening to The way I see the world I view That fiction romance is not sold As a fiction romantic I never expected All these things to happen in real life And no fiction romantic Could ever've predicted All the things that happen in my life When I don't know what to do I just think about me and you If I was a little stronger then I'd be bold Something strange is happening to me I don't know what these shivers mean to you Is this the fiction kind of romance getting hold A fiction romance A fiction romance A fiction romance A fiction romance A fiction romance A fiction romance A fiction romance A fiction romance Fiction romance Fiction romance Fiction romance Fiction romance Fiction romance Fiction romance Fiction romance Fiction romance |
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from Buzzcocks - Another Music In A Different Kitchen (2001)
It's a thing that's worth having
Yes I would Buys you your life sir If it could I, I want you Autonomy It leaves us all wondering And it should He's up to something For the good I, I want you Autonomy I, I want you Autonomy It leaves us all wondering And it should He's up to something For the good I, I want you Autonomy I, I want you Autonomy |
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from Buzzcocks - Another Music In A Different Kitchen (2001)
I need
I need I need I need I used to only want but now I need To get by with what I got but now I need I need I used to only want but now I need I need sex I need love I need drink I need drugs I need food I need cash I need you to love me back I need I need I need I need I just can't do without 'cause now I need The things I care about 'cause now I need I need I used to only want but now I need I need sex I need love I need drink I need drugs I need food I need cash I need you to love me back I need I need I need I need And now I have to dream because I need Of a necessary scheme to get me what I need I need I used to only want but now I need I need I need I need I need The things I used to crave for now I need Have made me just a slave for what I need I need Yes I am just a slave for what I need I need sex I need love I need food I need drugs I need food I need cash I need you to love me back You to love me back You to love me back |
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from Buzzcocks - Another Music In A Different Kitchen (2001)
You said the things you did in the past
Were all because you're living too fast But now I'm here you're taking it slow You know what you know you know you don't know I only want to be with you You do you do you do you do too You do you do you do you do too But I'm so happy just to be with you I knew what you knew what you knew you knew too Ah You said that time you didn't love me Although I'd been the cutest you'd seen But would the past have changed even though You know what you know you know you know now I only want you by my side Some kinds of pride I just can't hide Some kinds of pride just can't be denied But I know that oh no no no |
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from Buzzcocks - Another Music In A Different Kitchen (2001)
Well you tried it just for once
Found it alright for kicks But now you found out It's a habit that sticks And you're an orgasm addict You're an orgasm addict Sneakin' in the back door With dirty magazines And your mother wants to know "What are those stains on your jeans?" You're an orgasm addict You're an orgasm addict You get in a heat You get in a sulk But you still keep on beatin' Your meat to pulp And you're an orgasm addict You're an orgasm addict You're a kid Cassanova You're a no-Joseph It's a labour of love Fucking yourself to death Orgasm addict You're an orgasm addict You're makin' out with school kids Winos and heads of state You've even made it with the lady Who puts the little plastic Robbins On the Christmas cakes Butcher's assistants and bellhops You've had 'em all here and there Children of god and their joy strings International women with no body hair So you're asking in an alley And you're voice ain't steady The sex mechanic's rough You're more than ready You're an orgasm addict You're an orgasm addict Johnnie want fuckie All ways and always He's got the energy He will amaze He's an orgasm addict He's an orgasm addict He's always at it He's always at it And he's an orgasm addict He's an orgasm addict |
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from Buzzcocks - Another Music In A Different Kitchen (2001)
> Whatever happened to - twin sets
Whatever happened to - hi-fi Whatever happened to - TV sex Whatever happened to - you and I Your passion is a product (Of) highlight and detail That come hither look Bonus offer retail Whatever happened to - pick-up trucks Whatever happened to - yellow pages Whatever happened to - burning books Whatever happened to - new ages Your emotions are cheap Cut price cash and carry Your heart on your sleeve For any Tom, Dick or Harry Your love is a cashed-in cheque Oh oh that's the way of all flesh Whatever happened to - Chairman Mao Whatever happened to - God above Whatever happened to - the cow Whatever happened to - plug-in love Your pasteurised life so fit for consumption Ooooo those undressing eyes so strictly commercial Your love is a cashed-in cheque Oh oh that's the way of all flesh All flesh All flesh |
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from Buzzcocks - Another Music In A Different Kitchen (2001)
I just want a lover like any other
What do I get I only want a friend who will stay to the end What do I get What do I get Oh oh what do I get What do I get Oh oh what do I get I'm in distress I need a caress What do I get I'm not on the make I just need a break What do I get What do I get Oh oh what do I get What do I get Oh oh what do I get I only get sleepless nights Alone here in my half-empty bed For you things seem to turn out right I wish they'd only happen to me instead What do I get Oh oh what do I get What do I get Oh oh what do I get I only get sleepless nights Alone here in my half-empty bed For you things seem to turn out right I wish they'd only happen to me instead What do I get Oh oh what do I get What do I get Oh oh what do I get I just want a lover like any other What do I get I only want a friend who will love to the end What do I get What do I get Oh oh what do I get What do I get Oh oh what do I get Well let me tell you now (What do I get) (What do I get) (What do ...) I get no love (What do ...) I get no sleep at nights (What do ...) I get nothing that's nice (What do ...) I get nothing at all At all,at all,at all At all,at all,at all 'Cause I don't get you |
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from Buzzcocks - Another Music In A Different Kitchen (2001)
Oh shit I thought you and I were friends
Oh shit I guess this is where our love ends Oh shit I thought things were goin' well But it hasn't turned out so swell Has it Oh shit Oh shit pride comes before a fall Oh shit and once you lose one you've lost them all Oh shit I guess this time's the time And it seem you're no longer mine Don't it Oh shit Oh shit Oh shit I wish I'd known before now Oh shit that you were such a cow Oh shit I wouldn't've wasted my time Oh shit chasin' somethin' which wasn't mine Face it You're shit You're shit Oh shit I wish I'd known before now Oh shit that you were such a fuckin' cow Oh shit I wouldn't've wasted my time Oh shit chasin' somethin' which could never be mine Admit You're shit You're shit You're shit Admit admit You're shit You're shit You're shit You're shit You're shit |
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from Buzzcocks - Singles Box Set (2003)
If I seem a little jittery I can't restrain myself
I'm falling into fancy fragments - can't contain myself I'm gonna breakdown - breakdown yes Now I can stand austerity but it gets a little much when there's all these livid things that you never get to touch I'm gonna breakdown ... I feel me brain like porridge coming out of me ears and I was anticipating reverie I've taken leave of me senses - and I'm in arrears my legs buckle over - I'm living on my knees I'm gonna breakdown ... Whatever makes me tick it takes away my concentration sets my hands a-trembling - gives me frustration I'm gonna breakdown ... So I hear that two is company for me it's plenty trouble though my double thoughts are clearer now that I am seeing double I'm gonna breakdown ... Oh mum can I grow out of what's too big for me? I'll give up that ghost before it gives up me I wander loaded as a crowd - a nowhere wolf of pain Living next to nothing - my nevermind remains I'm gonna breakdown ... |
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