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4:31 | ||||
from Graham Coxon - The Sky Is Too High (1998)
I saw you today
You were too far away It'd hurt me to say Hurt me to say, the words The words I have to say There ain't no sound When you're not around And it gets me down Yeah it gets me down My life feels so brown I just want to be with you That's all I wanna do I just want to be with you That's all I wanna do Inside my brain It's just not the same Cus it's started to rain It's started to rain I just want to be with you That's all I wanna do I just want to be with you That's all I wanna do |
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3:37 | ||||
from Graham Coxon - The Sky Is Too High (1998)
Where'd you go?
Dark eyed traveller I almost feel you breathe Where'd you go? Dark eyed traveller Can you even hear me speak? You made things bright When they took the light away Led me inside and kissed all my tears away Said you were here to stay Where'd you go? In the morning When I was weighted down with dreams Where'd you go? In the morning When fever pulled me down stream You made things bright Then you took the light away Lent me your eyes and showed me a brand new way Now I just feel dead today ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By COXON, GRAHAM <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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2:46 | ||||
from Graham Coxon - The Sky Is Too High (1998)
Long time on the phone line
There's sunshine when I dial 9 Small breaths form words Like crystals in warm air And I want you for my very very own In a salty sea, our voices meet Long time on the phone line There's sunshine when I dial 9 Small breaths form words Like crystals in warm air And I want you for my very very own In a salty sea, our voices meet |
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4:28 | ||||
from Graham Coxon - The Sky Is Too High (1998)
On sticks and sand, lost my money, lost my hands
Blood on my brain, too much salt in my veins And I thought pain was clean And I thought hearts were strong But bones aren't sticks anymore And a day is far too long So many days never needing any grace Live for kicks and danger, there'd be beauty any way And I thought pain was clean And I thought hearts were strong But bones aren't sticks anymore And a day is far too long And a day is far too long And a day is far too long |
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2:53 | ||||
from Graham Coxon - The Sky Is Too High (1998)
When all the nights are dream
And not really what they seem I'd cut my hair in spite And set my hands on fire Are you lonely? Are you lonely? Are you lonely? In the daylight hours I go out and kill the flowers Faces all too clear Keep on looming near Are you lonely? Are you lonely? Are you lonely? |
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4:48 | ||||
from Graham Coxon - The Sky Is Too High (1998)
I wish the music would play by itself,
Shredded fingers... no ideas I wish this rainy day could be the last, Could the world end?... what a God send I wish I could stop wishing you were here, But I don't want to... cus I'd still want you I wish I didn't feel so flippin mad, Don't wanna scare you... just wanna love you I wish my life could last a thousand years, Then I'd be clever... and build a heaven I wish I could bring Nick Drake back to life, He'd understand... hold my hand I wish a constant stream of happy shit, Live forever... in world of leather I wish the rain would just leave me alone, I can't wear that... stupid rain hat I wish I was in California Pernod perfume.. in the Danube I wish the thing of love meant just one thing Cinderella... Salmonella |
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2:27 | ||||
from Graham Coxon - The Sky Is Too High (1998)
Treat me Hard + Slow
Don't let me go Strip me of my clothes Kiss Hard + Slow |
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2:35 | ||||
from Graham Coxon - The Sky Is Too High (1998)
Me you
We two Trying to begin Trying to begin We you We two Trying to begin Trying to begin And the wind will blow But my love won't go My love won't go Me you We two Trying to begin Trying to begin |
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2:49 | ||||
from Graham Coxon - The Sky Is Too High (1998)
Waiting for my friend
Waiting for my friend Waiting for my friend Waiting for my friend And I don't want no one to know I can't talk with you I can't talk with you I can't talk with you I can't talk with you If you don't want me to Waiting for my friend Waiting for my friend And I don't want no one to know I don't want no one to know |
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3:16 | ||||
from Graham Coxon - The Sky Is Too High (1998)
I stole the bottle of gin from over the counter and ran, I knew I'd been seen.
I scarpered stifling giggles down the street and hid round a corner on a side street. I heard him huffing and the sound of his big feet against the paving, he was getting close. As he rounded the corner I sighted him up down the barrel of the gun and on seeing his expression change to one of horror + confusion jerked back the trigger. His body was jolted back by the force of the bullet + his feet flew foward. I saw a bright little rivulet of blood arc into the air and I slid the gun into the waistband of my trousers. Who the fuck are you looking at? Who the fuck are you looking at? Who the fuck are you looking at? Who the fuck are you looking at? Is there really a thing like feeling too much? Can you really escape + numb the real? There's a way of saying, a way of sayin a shape I feel a certain shape and it's complicated it's not like a square or a circle. It's like a crystal or a diamond, it's clean, hard, unfathomable and it ends in an augmented kiss It ends in an augmented (demented) kiss Who the fuck are you looking at? Who the fuck are you looking at? Who the fuck are you looking at? Who the fuck are you looking at? Rock Stars are not cool. They're full of his guy they call Satan, kids stuff oozing from their mouths. They wear the shoes of dead soldiers shot by soldiers, valium horses trotting squeezing through their raspberry blood. Sometimes I feel so stoopid I wanna quit get out of it cus I hate this world and everyone in it The fat Bald men who run it - the fat bald men. Who the fuck are you looking at? Who the fuck are you looking at? Who the fuck are you looking at? Who the fuck are you looking at? |
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2:33 | ||||
from Graham Coxon - The Golden D (2000)
Jamie Thomas, Jamie Thomas, Jamie Thomas
Jamie skates so nice and clean Wish he could be my toy machine Jamie skates so nice and clean Wish he could be my toy machine Jamie skates so nice and clean Wish he could be my toy machine He's a hero I'm a zero He's a hero Jamie Thomas, Jamie Thomas, Jamie Thomas Jamie skates so nice and clean Wish he could be my toy machine Jamie skates so nice and clean Wish he could be my toy machine Jamie skates so nice and clean Wish he could be my toy machine He's a hero I'm a zero He's a hero Jamie Thomas, Jamie Thomas, Jamie Thomas |
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from Graham Coxon - The Golden D (2000)
I ain't had no kicks for what seems such a long time
I ain't had no peace for what seems such a long time I ain't had no kicks for what seems such a long time I ain't had no peace for what seems such a long time The fear of being alone The fear, the fear, the fear The fear of being alone I ain't had no sleep for what seems such a long time I ain't had no hope for what seems such a long time I ain't had no sleep for what seems such a long time I ain't had no hope for what seems such a long time The fear of being alone The fear, the fear, the fear The fear of being alone You can never really run without remaining the same The truth you carry with you is the gas for the flame The fear of being alone The fear, the fear, the fear The fear of being alone |
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from Graham Coxon - The Golden D (2000) | |||||
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3:35 | ||||
from Graham Coxon - The Golden D (2000)
Fame and fortune
Facts of life Most of what makes it this useless try So change the angle of the battle plan To hit the target Fame and fortune fancy that Nothing but rabbits coming outta the hat So try and catch a falling star Crush it to dust and stuck it down a jar And throw it far away Now the void is back to front See through people See through monuments No reply The beginning, happy ending The beginning, happy ending The beginning, happy ending (one goes up, one goes down) The beginning, happy ending (one goes up, one goes down) Smash your face against the wall Blinded, facing to the ground no no Pretty faces on the wall We fall Piece a point disappear in the sky Slack the ashes and make you do it right Pretty faces on the wall Oh no no no Fame and fortune is a stupid game and Fame and fortune is the game i play Fame and fortune is a stupid game and Fame and fortune is the game i play Fame and fortune is a stupid game and Fame and fortune is the game i play Fame and fortune is a stupid game and Fame and fortune is the game i play I'll play forever |
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2:15 | ||||
from Graham Coxon - The Golden D (2000)
This is my idea of hell
My idea of hell |
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7:34 | ||||
from Graham Coxon - The Golden D (2000)
Hiawatha's Departure
By the shores of Gitche Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, At the doorway of the wigwam, In the early Summer morning, Hiawatha stood and waited. All the air was full of freshness, All the earth was bright and joyous, And before him, through the sunshine, Westward toward the neighboring forest Passed in golden swarms the Ahmo, Passed the bees, the honey-makers, Burning, singing in the sunshine. Bright above him shone the heavens, Level spread the lake before him; From its bosom leaped the sturgeon, Sparkling, flashing in the sunshine; On its margin the great forest Stood reflected in the water, Every tree-top had its shadow, Motionless beneath the water. From the brow of Hiawatha Gone was every trace of sorrow, As the fog from off the water, As the mist from off the meadow. With a smile of joy and gladness, With a look of exultation, As of one who in a vision Sees what is to be, but is not, Stood and waited Hiawatha. Toward the sun his hands were lifted, Both the palms spread out toward it, And between the parted fingers Fell the sunshine on his features, Flecked with light his naked shoulders, As it falls and flecks an oak-tree Through the rifted leaves and branches. O'er the water floating, flying, Something in the hazy distance, Something in the mists of morning, Loomed and lifted from the water, Now seemed floating, now seemed flying, Coming nearer, nearer, nearer. Was it Shingebis the diver? Or the pelican, the Shada? Or the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah? Or the white goose, Waw-be-wana, With the water dripping, flashing, From its glossy neck and feathers? It was neither goose nor diver, Neither pelican nor heron, O'er the water floating, flying, Through the shining mist of morning, But a birch canoe with paddles, Rising, sinking on the water, ripping, flashing in the sunshine; And within it came a people The Son of the Evening Star Can it be the sun descending O'er the level plain of water? Or the Red Swan floating, flying, Wounded by the magic arrow, Staining all the waves with crimson, With the crimson of its life-blood, Filling all the air with splendor, Filling all the air with plumage? Yes; it is the sun descending, Sinking down into the water; All the sky is stained with purple, All the water flushed with crimson! No; it is the Red Swan floating, Diving down beneath the water; To the sky its wings are lifted, With its blood the waves are reddened! Over it the Star of Evening Melts and trembles through the purple, Hangs suspended in the twilight, Walks in silence through the heavens. |
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1:54 | ||||
from Graham Coxon - The Golden D (2000)
Don't know what I'm doing here
Days are full of chips and beer I've found myself alone again Tell me what went wrong my friend Fags and failure every day Fags and failure every night Fags and failure till I lay down and die I am feeling really bad Life is turning me half mad Voices shout inside my head I can't seem to get outta bed Fags and failure every day Fags and failure every night Fags and failure till I lay down and die What is happening in my brain I think I've gone completely insane Help me baby help me please This thing has got me on my knees Fags and failure every day Fags and failure every night Fags and failure till I lay down and die Fags and failure every day Fags and failure every night Fags and failure till I lay down and die |
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3:10 | ||||
from Graham Coxon - The Golden D (2000)
Too much information for our minds to comprehend
This is a joke that's being played to keep us all desensitized And under strict control of those in power raking in the dough While souless people wander gagged and silent Wishing they could scream Leave me alone Leave me alone Leave me alone Leave me alone It's good to talk if you still can With your emotions locked inside A safety that is just as fake as your prescription drug That holds the promise of another day But makes you numb to all the shit They put you through from day to day That makes you want to scream Leave me alone Leave me alone Leave me alone Leave me alone We're nothing, we're laughing We're laughing, we're nothing Leave me alone Leave me alone Leave me alone Leave me alone |
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3:57 | ||||
from Graham Coxon - The Golden D (2000)
When you want to fall apart
When you want to hide away You should keep hope alive When you feel adrift inside And feel your optimism slide away You should keep hope alive When your world just makes you cry When your will to live has died away You should keep hope alive |