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from Blur - Leisure (1991)
Do you do
Anything You ever do No, she said Do you want Anything You ever wanted No, she said She don't know how How to feel This is a bad day This is a bad day To know Do you have Anything You ever had No, she said Do you love Anyone You ever loved Yes, she said |
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from Blur - Leisure (1991)
Sitting in a SDT
Waiting for an underground train To rumble underneath my feet Bang goes another day Where it went I could not say Now I'll have to wait another week When all is said and all is done What was said was never done Don't panic It's not really worth your while Bang goes another year In and out of one ear Everybody's doing it So do it too I don't need anyone But a little love Would make things better Sitting on the early bus Passing through the morning rush It makes no difference That I'm not with you Bang goes another year In and out of one ear Everybody is doing it I'll do it too I Know |
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from Blur - Leisure (1991)
It's my birthday
No one here day Very strange day I think of you day Go outside day Sit in park day Watch the sky day What a pathetic day I don't like this day It makes me feel too small I don't like these days They make me feel so small |
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from Blur - Leisure (1991)
I don't understand
You're walking over me All over me To you Well, you must be mad And you know you are You should have known I'd do anything for you So, why Why Can't we come together Why Inside my head There's nothing left It's all been taken out By you And do I care Well, you know I do You should have known I'd do anything for you So, why Why Can't we come together Why Now it's all been said And you know it all Then you should have known I'd do anything for you For you |
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from Blur - Leisure (1991)
Sorry
But I don't understand The things you say They make no sense at all Funny But I think that you mean them all This time Don't you I know that you think I'm a fool But couldn't you try To forgive a fool One more time Sorry But I'm not really listening I've got my mind On something else And sometimes I wonder if I'm here If I'm here at all I know that you want me to go Don't you But it's not as easy as it seems I know that you think I'm not here at all But I'm just as fed up as you I know that you want me to leave I'm amazed at how cold you can be Well, may my weak and insipid soul grow stronger In your absence |
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from Blur - Leisure (1991)
When you come here
Which you sometimes do Don't think that I really want you to And if you come here Which you always do Don't think that I expect you to Is that all I give you Is that all I give you And you talk too much Which you always do Don't think that I really want you to And if you talk too much Which you always do Don't think that I really need you to Is that all I give you Is that all I give you |
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What you want to be is what I am,
How you want to feel is how I feel, But nothing stays the same when I am here, Just waiting for it all to disappear I know, I know, I know it'll come between us I know, I know I'd like to get into that pretty head, Just to see, to see if you are dead, And it would amuse me just to see how, How you feel about me and this crowd I know, I know, I know it'll come between us I know, I know |
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from Blur - Leisure (1991)
So sure
So sure you are Nothing can Touch you now I need to know Did you think of me But you're forgettng me now Slow down Don't be so Eager to let me go Realise it could change you It could change your mind Try, try, try All things remain the same So why try again |
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from Blur - Leisure (1991)
I see her face
Everyday I see her face It doesn't help me She's so high I want to crawl all over her I think of her Everyday I think of her It doesn't help me She's so high I want to crawl all over her She doesn't help me She's so high I want to crawl all over her |
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from Blur - Leisure (1991)
I see her face
Everyday I see her face It doesn't help me She's so high I want to crawl all over her I think of her Everyday I think of her It doesn't help me She's so high I want to crawl all over her She doesn't help me She's so high I want to crawl all over her |
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from Blur - Leisure (1991)
I can't feel
I am numb I cant feel So whats the worth In all of this Sing to me So whats the worth in all of this If the child in your head If the child is dead Sing to me |
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from Blur - Leisure (1991)
It's up to you
You know it is I can't convince you All you have to do is Slow down I've always said It will never change All you have to do Just you be you I mean that's all I want to say All these things That I told you I didn't mean at all I didn't mean at all I'd forget you So if you come here If you come here All you have to do Just you be you I mean that's all I need to say to you |
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from Blur - Leisure (1991)
You've taken the fun
Out of everything You're making me run When I don't want to think You've taken the fun Out of everything I don't want to think at all There's no other way There's no other way All that you can do is watch them play You've taken the fun Out of everything You're making it clear when I don't want to think You're taking me up when I don't to go up anymore I'm just watching it all There's no other way There's no other way All that you can do is watch them play There's no other way There's no other way All that you can do is watch them play (Ahh, ahhh, watch you play Ahh, ahhh, watch you play..) There's no other way There's no other way All that you can do is watch them play There's no other way There's no other way All that you can do is watch them play There's no other way There's no other way All that you can do is watch them play There's no other way There's no other way All that you can do is watch them play |
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from Blur - Leisure (1991)
Every time I come here
I'm not sure what to say I know it should be easy But it never seems that way You, you make me feel Like no one ever will So why, why do you bore me Until my heart is still You You wear me down My defenses are gone now And I can't fight I can't say I love you easily But you wouldn't want me to So I'd rather just say nothing And leave it up to you Then it's easy to forget You're just as small as me Then it's easy to forget You're just as foolish as me You You wear me down My defenses are gone now And I can't fight |
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from Blur - Modern Life Is Rubbish (1993)
IT'S SIX O'CLOCK ON THE DOT AND I'M HALF WAY HOME
I FEEL FOUL MOUTHED AS I STAND AN WAIT FOR THE UNDERGROUND AND A NERVOUS DISPOSITION DOES'NT AGREE WITH THIS I NEED SOMETHING TO REMIND ME THAT THERE IS SOMETHING ELSE [CHORUS] YOU NEED A HOLIDAY SOMEWHERE IN THE SUN WITH ALL THE PEOPLE WHO ARE WAITING THERE NEVER SEEMS TO BE ONE SAY SOMETHING, SAY SOMETHING ELSE ADVERTISMENTS ARE HERE FOR RAPID PERSUASION IF YOU STARE TOO LONG YOU LOOSE YOUR APPETITE A NERVOUS DISPOSITION DOESN'T AGREE WITH THIS YOU NEED FAST RELIEF FROM ACHES AND STOMACH PAINS [CHORUS] DO YOU ADVERT THINK |
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from Blur - Modern Life Is Rubbish (1993)
Air cushioned soles
I bought them on the Portbello Road on a Saturday I stop and stare awhile A common pastime when conversation goes astray And don't think I'm walking out of this She don't mind Whatever I say, whatever I say I don't really want to change a thing I want to stay this way forever Blue, blue jeans I wear them every day There's no particular reason to change My thoughts are getting banal, I can't help it But I won't pull out hair another day And don't think I'm walking out of this She don't mind Whatever I say, Whatever I say I don't really want to change a thing I want to stay this way forever If you don't mind Whatever I say, Whatever I say I don't really want to change a thing I want to stay this way forever You know it's to be with you Don't give up on me yet Don't think I'm walking out of this She don't mind Whatever I say, Whatever I say I don't really want to change a thing I want to stay this way forever If you don't mind Whatever I say, Whatever I say I don't really want to change a thing I want to stay this way forever You know it's to be with you |
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from Blur - Modern Life Is Rubbish (1993)
The pay-me girl has had enough of the bleeps
So she takes the bus into the country Although she got herself rosy cheeks She didn't leave enough money to pay the rent The landlord says that she's out in a week What a shame she was just getting comfy Now she's eating chocolate to induce sleep In a chemical world, It's very, very, very cheap And I don't know about you But they're putting the holes in, yes, yes It's been a hell of a do They've been putting the holes in, yes, yes Peeping Thomas has a very nice view Across the street at the exhibitionist These townies they never speak to you Just stick together so they never get lonely Feeling lead, feeling quite light-headed Had to sit down and have some sugary tea In chemical world, in a chemical world It's very, very, very cheap And I don't know about you But they're putting the holes in, yes, yes It's been a hell of a do They've been putting the holes in, yes, yes, yes I don't know about you But they're putting the holes in, yes, yes It's been a hell of a do They've been putting the holes in, yes, yes And now she's found about you But they're putting the holes in, yes, yes Well I don't know about you They've been putting the holes in, yes, yes Until you can see right through Until you can see right through Until you can see right through |
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from Blur - Modern Life Is Rubbish (1993)
Colin Zeal knows the value of mass appeal
He's a pedestrian walker, he's a civil talker He's an affable man with a plausible plan Keeps his eye on the news, keeps his future in hand (And then he..) Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again He's pleased with himself, he's pleased with himself He's so pleased with himself, ah ha While sitting in traffic, Colin thinks in automatic He's an immaculate dresser, he's your common aggressor He's a modern retard with a love of bombast Keeps his eye on the news, doesn't dwells on the past (And then he..) Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again He's pleased with himself, he's pleased with himself He's so pleased with himself, ah ha He's pleased with himself, he's pleased with himself He's so pleased with himself, ah ha (And then he..) Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again He's pleased with himself, he's pleased with himself He's so pleased with himself, ah ha He's pleased with himself, he's pleased with himself He's so pleased with himself, ah ha He's pleased with himself, he's pleased with himself He's so pleased with himself, ah ha He's pleased with himself, he's pleased with himself He's so pleased with himself, ah ha 'Cos Colin Zeal knows |
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from Blur - Modern Life Is Rubbish (1993)
Kazoo, kazoo you are mine, kazoo kazoo every time
Turn it up, turn it off, turn it in (x4) Anyway you choose, anyway you choose at all Sometimes you get too much, some days it all gets too much Kazoo, kazoo you are mine, why do you turn your back on me? Turn it up, turn it off, turn it in (x4) Anyway you choose, anyway you choose at all Some days you do too much, some days it all gets too much Kazoo, kazoo you are mine, kazoo kazoo every time Turn it up, turn it off, turn it in (x4) |
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from Blur - Modern Life Is Rubbish (1993)
He's a twentieth century boy
With his hands on the rails Trying not to be sick again And holding on for tomorrow London ice cracks on a seamless line He's hanging on for dear life So we hold each other tightly And hold on for tomorrow Singing La la, la la la La la la la la la la la (x3) Holding on for tomorrow ...oh, oh, oh, oh, oh... She's a twentieth century girl With her hands on the wheel Trying not to make him sick again Seeing what she can borrow London's so nice back in your seamless rhymes But we're we're lost on the Westway So we hold each other tightly And hold on for tomorrow Singing La la, la la la La la la la la la la la (x3) Holding on for tomorrow Trying not to be sick again And holding for tomorrow She's a twentieth century girl Hanging on for dear life So we hold each other tightly And hold on for tomorrow Singing La la, la la la La la la la la la la la (x3) Holding on for tomorrow Jim stops and gets out the car, goes to a house in Emperor's gate, Through the door and to his room, Then he puts the TV on, Turns it off and makes some tea, Says Modern Life Is Rubbish I'm Holding on for tomorrow, Then Susan comes into the room, She's a naughty girl with a lovely smile, Says let's take a drive to Primrose Hill, It's windy there and the view's so nice, London ice can freeze your toes Like anyone I suppose I'm Holding on for tomorrow.. |
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from Blur - Modern Life Is Rubbish (1993)
Practice doesn't make perfect whan you're interbreeding
Speaking drivel can it get confused with heavy breathing Mixing drinks at water holes get snarled up in the suburbs Meandering through this and that, you are suspected of vagueness When work is done, go to Villa Rosie every night So tasty Go form a queue at Villa Rosie every night So tasty Across the common every day, you come across the fine line But wearing boots can prevent the leeches in the long grass Eating between meals stifles the appetite is it healthy Coming home that nagging doubt there in your belly And all the while at Villa Rosie every night You're tasty A sweeter life at Villa Rosie every night So taste.... All this has come to Villa Rosie every night They're waiting So form a queue at Villa Rosie every night So tasty Don't break your own back at Villa Rosie every night We're tasting A sweeter life at Villa Rosie every night So tasty |
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from Blur - Modern Life Is Rubbish (1993)
Miss America sits in the shower
She's plucking hours from the sky Picks up the telephone, into another home Don't ask me why I don't mind I don't mind at all I love only you She's a well wisher and she wishes you well Wish away, wish away She no jellybean, she a jemima ho ho Wish away, wish away I don't mind I don't mind at all I love only you Da, do, da, da, do Da, do, da, da, do Here is here and I am here, where are you? Far away, far away She no jellybean, she a jemima ho ho Wish away, wish away I don't mind I don't mind at all I love only you Da, do, da, da, do (x3) |
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from Blur - Modern Life Is Rubbish (1993)
A fervoured image of another world
Is nothing in particular now And imitation comes naturally But I never really stopped to think how And everyone is a clever clone A chrome coloured clone am I So in the abscence of a way of life Just repeat this again and again...and again Hey, hey come out tonight Hey, hey come out tonight Popscene, all right I’m leaving town to run away Right into your twisted arms No queues and there’s no panic there Just dangling your feet in the grass My lack of natural luster now Seems to be losing me friends So in the abscence of a way of life Just repeat this again and again...and again Hey, hey come out tonight Hey, hey come out tonight Popscene! Hey, hey come out tonight Hey, hey come out tonight Popscene, all right Hey, hey come out tonight Hey, hey come out tonight Popscene! |
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from Blur - Modern Life Is Rubbish (1993)
Only the magical transit children, sing sing a lullaby bah, bah, bah
Sitting on a pavement sucking on a long straw It's colourful, It's colourful, but it washes you out Here is my violence and here is the excuse I learnt it all, but only second hand Falling into walls, well what is it with you You'd never know, never know, never know We planned it all this way, we planned it all this way Pressure on Julian Swimming in yellow pissy water, sand getting in between the ears No blood in head in this bloody weather Irate people with yellow tongues Only the magical transit children, sing sing a lullaby bah,bah,bah Falling into walls, well what is it with you You'd never know, never know, never know We planned it all this way, we planned it all this way Pressure on Julian (There was pressure on Julian, pushing trolleys in the car park From B to A then back to B Pressure on Julian Passing out, precious little snout The birds are singing at night The birds are singing at night, Pressure on Julian) We planned it all this way, we planned it all this way Pressure on Julian |
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from Blur - Modern Life Is Rubbish (1993)
I think too much
On things I want too much It makes me hateful And I say stupid things Only you can fill my blank heart And I'm resigned to that I wish the sun Could just keep me warm And I'm resigned to that I'll forget to breathe someday I never stop to think why |
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from Blur - Modern Life Is Rubbish (1993)
Wash with new soap, Behind the collar
Keeps a clean mental state Don't usually bother in cold weather But still I'm getting into work late And I don't need the practice I've been making plans (For the future) Become an unconscious man (All for the good) I feel so unecessary (We don't think so, you seem starshaped) Have a couple at the weekend, Keeps up camaraderie And my mind boggles in the muddle, At the possibilities And I don't need the practice I've been making plans (For the future) Become an unconscious man (All for the good) I feel so unecessary (We don't think so, you seem starshaped) And I've been making plans (For the future) Become an unconscious man (All for the good) I feel so unecessary (We don't think so, you seem starshaped) I wash with new soap behind the collar Helps keep down the laundry And now I bother in cold weather Because it cleans me mentally And I really don't need the practice I've been making plans (For the future) Become an unconscious man (All for the good) I feel so unecessary (We don't think so, you seem starshaped) I've been making plans (For the future) Become an unconscious man (All for the good) I feel so unecessary (We don't think so, you seem starshaped) |
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from Blur - Modern Life Is Rubbish (1993)
Lead in me and me in water, Dangling in my world
I swallowed too much oily water, it keeps slipping down my spine In a sense of self in decline, growing fat on sound It's only an early morning dream, and the whole world will be alright (CHORUS) My head is full of suspicion, I'm coming home sometime I've swallowed too much oily water, it keeps slipping down my spine In a sense of self in decline, lying on my back It's only an early morning dream, and the whole world will be alright (CHORUS) |
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from Blur - Modern Life Is Rubbish (1993)
I think too much
On things I want too much It makes me hateful And I say stupid things Only you can fill my blank heart And I'm resigned to that I wish the sun Could just keep me warm And I'm resigned to that I'll forget to breathe someday I never stop to think why [Image] Back to lyrics.. [Popscene lyrics.] |
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from Blur - Modern Life Is Rubbish (1993)
Primal, evil what am I
Tongue-tied 'til the day I die There's no love made mermaids It's just distraction or so they And I'm too tired to care about it Can't you see this in my face, my face When I feel this strange can I go through this again? When I feel this strange can I go through this again? It's a sorry state you're getting in The same excuse is wearing thin There's no self control left in me What was not will never will be And I'm too tired to care about it Can't you see this in my face, my face When I feel this strange can I go through this again? When I feel this strange can I go through this again? (....Or am I just coping?) And I'm too tired to care about it Can't you see this in my face The emphisis on coping Can't you see this in my face, my face When I feel this strange can I go through this again? When I feel this strange can I go through this again? (x2) (Can I be dreaming?...Or am I just coping?) |
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from Trainspotting (트레인스포팅) [ost] (1996)
Keeping a brave face
In circumstances Is impossible Cannot describe So many decisions It's impossible To know which is The proper order The best position To be in Take advantage Or so it seems The way it goes. It's tragic / Sandman comes Laid down on your side / Two to one Too easy / In the dark You know that, you know / Dark reflections You're soaking wet / In my head You talk too much / In my bed It's not necessary / Again Before the ice melts / Sandman goes I just want to say / Two in tow This racket's yours / Wet and dumb Don't ask for more / Three's the number 'Cause somewhere along the line / Coming down Coming round again I've forgotten already |
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from Blur - Song 2 [single] (1997)
Beetlebum
What you done She's a gun Now what you done Beetlebum Get nothing done, (aiii - ai-ooo) You beetlebum Just get numb, Now what you done Beetlebum And when she lets me slip away She turns me on and all my violence is gone Nothing is wrong I just slip away And I am gone Nothing is wrong She turns me on I just slip away and now I am gone Beetlebum Because your young She's a gun Now what you done Beetlebum She'll suck your thumb (aiii - ai-ooo), She'll make you cum Coz she's your gun Now what you've done Beetlebum He's on, he's on, he's on it He's on, he's on, he's on it He's on, he's on, he's on it He's on, he's on, he's on it... |
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from Blur - Song 2 [single] (1997)
Coming from your eyes
No more selfish lies It's an awful week Marry me in jeans There's nothing on the wall In the bitter hall The neon lights are on That's where my bitter gone Man alive Man alive Man alive Man alive Adrenalin is weak Shifting as we speak And the beers flow down Ritual underground And it seems to change Weather, it's a game The neon lights are on Stellar we'll take off Man alive Man alive Man alive Man alive Man alive Man alive Man alive Man alive |
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from Blur - Song 2 [single] (1997)
Yeah, I found no where
It got to know me Let me sleep all day Spent the money I haven't felt my legs Since the summer And I don't call my friends Forgot their numbers VIP 223 Had my chances Or did they have me I'll stay up nights Watch TV I'm country sad I'm a ballad man I'm on the comeback road Yeah, I'm a blizzard And in my motor home Sweat on my pillow all night I'm a ballad man... |
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from Blur - Song 2 [single] (1997)
I got the licence I got dirty knees I've been swinging in trees A paid up member I've been eating fleas Running naked in the breeze Catatonia itch Catalonia stitch Oh, I've been running for miles I start to tingle from my head to my toes Oh, tomorrow it's a taint on the nose hetty hetty hetty hetty oh it뭩 a taint on the nose Get out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah Get out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah Get out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah Get out of cities, return to the trees She's in a sort of A capital freeze Cos the petrol's done a whole lot for me Catatonia itch Catalonia stitch Pray tomorrow is it-chy itchy itch Go to yourself on your map Get out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah Get out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah Get out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah Get out of cities, return to the trees Get out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah Get out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah Get out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah Get out of cities, and return to the trees Get out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah Get out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah Get out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah Get out of cities, and return to the trees |
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from Blur - Song 2 [single] (1997)
Holy man tiptoed his way across the Ganges.
The sound of magic music in his ears. Videoed by a bus load of tourists. Shiny shellsuits on, and drinking lemonade. Now, I've got a funny feeling which I bought mail order. From a man in a tee-pee, California. Said he once was that great game show performer. Then he blew all his money away, he blew it all away. So take me home, don't leave me alone. I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad. No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla I dream to riot, oh you should try it. R.E. Perot, get gold card soul. My joy of life is on a roll. And we'll all be the same in the end. Then you're on your own. Then you're on your own. Well, we all go happy day-glo in the disco. The sound of magic music in our brains. Someone stumbles to the bathroom with the horrors Says Lord, give me time, for I've jumped into space I'm in outer space.......................... |
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from Blur - Song 2 [single] (1997)
Now I fall to the ground
I can't get up, well never mind I know you'll pull me up by my bones And say I'm sand to polished stone Today's gone and it won't be long Before we fall asleep and forget what we've done We won't get up cos today is fun We're alone Now you bite my tongue And when the alcohol's gone I won't feel a thing So you can't carry on Today is gone and it won't be long Before we fall asleep and forget what we've done We won't get up cos today is fun We're alone It's numb It's numb It's numb |
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from Blur - Song 2 [single] (1997)
I got my head checked
By a jumbo jet It wasn't easy But nothing is, no When I feel heavy metal And I'm pins and I'm needles Well I lie and I'm easy All of the time But I'm never sure when I need you Pleased to meet you I got my head done When I was young It's not my problem It's not my problem When I feel heavy metal And I'm pins and I'm needles Well I lie and I'm easy All of the time But I'm never sure when I need you Pleased to meet you Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Oh, yeah |
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from Blur - Blur (1997)
Beetlebum, what you done
She's a gun, now what you done, Beetlebum Get nothing done, you Beetlebum Just get numb, now what you done, Beetlebum And when she lets me slip away She turns me on and all my violence gone Nothing is wrong, I just slip away and I am gone Nothing is wrong, she turns me on I just slip away and I am gone Beetlebum, because you're young She's a gun, now what you done, Beetlebum She'll suck your thumb, she'll make you come Cos she's your gun, now what you done, Beetlebum And when she lets me slip away She turns me on and all my violence gone Nothing is wrong, I just slip away and I am gone There's nothing wrong, she turns me on I just slip away and I am He's on, he's on, he's on it, He's on, he's on, he's on it. (to end) |
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from Blur - Blur (1997)
He makes an inner arm block
Then kicks from behind The lights, they go off But he can fight blind Cos he got the touch And he won't live long He comes from Hong Kong Where justice is done Chinese bombs, millions jump Chairman's junk, USA Won't somebody, won't somebody Sink the place Got a call to go to Soho The dragon said go Let everyone know That you got the touch You come from Hong Kong Where justice is done Where people are strong But you won't live long Chinese bombs, millions jump Chairman's junk, USA Bruce Lee come, save the day Bruce Lee come the Chinese way |
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from Blur - Blur (1997)
Yeah, I found nowhere
It got to know me Let me sleep all day Spend the money I haven't felt my legs Since the summer And I don't call my friends Forgot their numbers VIP 223 I had my chances Or did they have me Now stay up nights Watch TV I'm country sad I'm a ballad man I'm on a comeback roll Yeah, I'm a blizzard And in my motor home Sweat on my pillow all night VIP 223 I've had my chances And they had me Now stay up nights Watch TV I'm country sad I'm a ballad man VIP 223 I've had my chances And they had me Now stay up nights Watch TV I'm country sad I'm a ballad man I've gone and fucked it Cos I'm a ballad man And everybody is Cos I'm a ballad man And thats all it is Cos I'm a ballad man I've gone and fucked it Cos I'm a...... |
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from Blur - Blur (1997)
The death of the party
Came as no surprise Why did we bother? Should have stayed away Another night And I thought "Well, well" Go to another party and hang myself Gently on the shelf The death of the teenager Standing on his own Why did he bother? Should have slept alone Another night And I thought "Well, well" Go to another party and hang myself Gently on the shelf Another night And I thought "Well, well" Go to another party and hang myself Gently on the shelf |
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from Blur - Blur (1997)
I remember thinking murder in the car
Watching dogs somersault Through sprinklers on tiny lawns I remember the graffiti We are your children coming In with spray cans of paint I remember the sunsets and the plains of cement And the way the night just seemed To turn the colour of orangeade In this town, cellular phones are hot with teens In this town, we all go to terminal pubs It helps us sweat out those angry bits of life From this town, The English army grind their teeth into glass You know you'll get a kicking tonight The smell of puke and piss The smell of puke and piss on your stilettos Here comes that panic attack My heart stops... and then it starts Give me a drink I'll drink your round I take you round the pole It's cold up here (I see the universe waiting by a minibus) You'll catch the flu Or you'll catch the city Either way, you'll catch the flu Or you'll catch the city |
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I heard a man who had no lungs
He took me in and made me lunch Told me how I'd lost a friend He smiled at me - that was the end And I said, I'm just a killer for your love I'm just a killer for your love I'm just a killer for your love I'm just a killer for your love Cut my hair off in the road I tear my coat off, drop my load Wipe my hands on the grass Cos now I know nothing will last And I said, I'm just a killer for your love I'm just a killer for your love I'm just a killer for your love I'm just a killer for your love (to end) |
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Good morning, lethargy
Drink Pepsi - it's good for energy The bath's on, smoke in the bedroom Sore throat, and on my neck a nasty bruise And where it came from Well I don't know But we played last night - it was a good show Got to play a second rate chat show A nationwide deal, so we gotta go Jeff from the Company says it'll be alright Got an ad on KROQ And there's an in-store tonight Well I build things up Then I let them go Got to get time share on the radio Look inside America She's alright, she's alright Sitting out in the distance But I'm not trying to make her mine Looking for America With its kookie nights And suicides TV says its alright Cos everybody's hung up On something or other Stepping off in twenty So the driver says I should sleep tonight But I think I'll watch videos instead Annie Hall leaves New York in the end Press rewind and Woody gets her back again And the whole world could have passed through me But I don't know that it means much to me Look inside America She's alright, she's alright Sitting out in the distance But I'm not trying to make her mine I'm looking for America With its kookie nights And suicides TV says its alright Cos everybody's strung out On something or other And the whole world could have passed through me But I don't know that it means much to me |
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from Blur - Blur (1997)
It's automatic (It's automatic)
I need to unload (Need to unload) Under the pressure (Under the pressure) Gone middle of the road (Middle of the road) Fall into fashion (Fall into fashion) Fall out again (Fall out again) We stick together (We stick together) Cos it never ends (It never ends) Here comes a low (I'm a boy and you're a girl) Here comes a high (The only ones in the world) Here comes everything (You and me we'll work it out) Here it comes You, me, we'll work it out Here comes tomorrow (Here comes tomorrow) One, two, three episodes (Three episodes) We stick together (We stick together) Gone middle of the road (Middle of the road) Cos that's entertainment (That's entertainment) It's the sound of the wheel (Sound of the wheel) It rolls on forever (Roll, roll forever) Yeah you know how it feels (Know how it feels) Here comes a low (I'm a boy and you're a girl) Here comes a high (The only ones in the world) Here comes everything (Like monkeys out in space) Here it comes (We are members of the human race) Here comes a low (I'm a boy and you're a girl) Here comes a high (The only ones in the world) Here comes everything (You and me we'll work it out) Here it comes You, me, we'll work it out It's automatic (It's automatic) I need to unload (Need to unload) Under the pressure (Under the pressure) Gone middle of the road (Middle of the road) Here comes a low (I'm a boy and you're a girl) Here comes a high (The only ones in the world) Here comes everything (Like monkeys in outer space) Here it comes (We are members of the human race) Here comes a low (I'm a boy and you're a girl) Here comes a high (The only ones in the world) Here comes everything (You and me we'll work it out) Here it comes You, me, we'll work it out |
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from Blur - Blur (1997)
At the music heist
I met the gourmet man With aluminium lungs Sucks out all he can He sees the whole world go flip In a stunt bug style Cos he's a parasite With a cellulite pile Well he can smile Cos this is the music Movin' on, we're movin' on Hey, this is the music Movin' on, we're movin' on Sticky eyes and sticky bones You get no time on your own You get a dose and a ghost You get it coast to coast Now you dye your hair black Get Satan tattooed on your back You pierce yourself with a Coke can And rub yourself with fake tan Now you're in the band Cos this is the music Movin' on, we're movin' on Hey, this is the music Movin' on, we're movin' on No matter how low There's always further to go When you're movin' on, you're movin' on No matter how low There's always somewhere to go Movin on, we're movin' on Won't be long before we're gone Hey, this is the music Movin' on, we're movin' on Yeah, this is the music Movin' on, we're movin' on No matter how low Theres always further to go Movin' on, you're movin' on No matter how low There's always further to go |
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from Blur - Blur (1997)
Holy man tiptoed his way across the Ganges
The sound of magic music in his ears Videoed by a bus load of tourists Shiny shellsuits on, and drinking lemonade. Now, I've got a funny feeling which I bought mail order From a man in a tee-pee, California. He said he once was the great game show performer Then he blew all his money away, Blew it all away. So take me home, don't leave me alone I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla I dream to riot, oh you should try it R. E. Perot, got gold card soul My joy of life is on a roll And we'll all be the same in the end Cos then you're on your own Then you're on your own Well, we all go happy day glow in the discos The sound of magic music in our brains Someone stumbles to the bathroom with the horrors Says Lord, give me faith, for I've jumped into space I'm in outer space. So take me home, don't leave me alone I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla I dream to riot, oh you should try it R. E. Perot, got gold card soul My joy of life is on a roll And we'll all be the same in the end Cos then you're on your own Then you're on your own So take me home, don't leave me alone I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla I dream to riot, oh you should try it R. E. Perot, get gold card soul My joy of life is on a roll And we'll all be the same in the end Cos then you're on your own Then you're on your own |
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from Blur - Blur (1997)
I got my head checked
By a jumbo jet It wasn't easy But nothing is, no When I feel heavy metal And I'm pins and I'm needles Well I lie and I'm easy All of the time But I'm never sure when I need you Pleased to meet you I got my head done When I was young It's not my problem It's not my problem When I feel heavy metal And I'm pins and I'm needles Well I lie and I'm easy All of the time But I'm never sure when I need you Pleased to meet you Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Oh, yeah |
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from Blur - Blur (1997)
All I want to be
Is washed out by the sea No Death Star over me Won't give me any peace All I want is light relief Put the crazies on the street Give them guns and feed them meat They'll shoot the Death Star down Dig a hole and put it down A thousand miles underground They say it's no game There's strange news from another star I'm lost, I'm lost There's strange news from another star Give me all your stuff Until I can't get up Watch the whole world freeze Counting tin cans in our sleep Submarines are diving deep And don't believe in me And don't believe in me All I've ever done is tame Will you love me all the same Will you love me though it's always the same They say it's no game There's strange news from another star I'm lost, I'm lost There's strange news from another star From another star From another star From another star |
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from Blur - Blur (1997)
Sad, drunk, and poorly
Sleeping really late Sad, drunk, and poorly Not feeling so great Wandering lost in a town full of frowns Sad, drunk, and poorly Dogs digging up the ground And I feel the light In the night and in the day And I feel the light When the sky's just mud and grey And I feel the light When you tell me it's OK Cos you're so great, and I love you Tea Tea and coffee Helps to start the day Tea Tea and coffee Shaking all the way City's alive and, surprise, so am I Tea, tea and coffee Get no sleep today And I feel the light In the night and in the day And I feel the light When the sky's just mud and grey And I feel the light When you tell me it's OK Cos you're so great, and I love you |
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from Dead Man On Campus (캠퍼스 데드맨) by Matt Mahaffey [ost] (1998)
Couldn't sell a buck like a private Joe
You're the one, you're the one Comb my hair and again I stare Go find a song before too long I've got a head full of/healthy feeling A simple feeling A sleeping feeling Today is gone Today is gone Today is gone Go to a store till they comfler/buy a comfrey A cowboy song, a cowboy song You're the one, you're the one In a cowboy song you're the one I've got a head full of/healthy feeling A simple feeling A sleeping feeling It's all gone Today is gone It's all gone I've got a simple feeling A useless feeling A sleeping feeling It's all gone Today is gone Today is gone |
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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from Welcome To Sarajevo [ost] (1998)
It's automatic (It's automatic)
I need to unload (Need to unload) Under the pressure (Under the pressure) Gone middle of the road (Middle of the road) Fall into fashion (Fall into fashion) Fall out again (Fall out again) We stick together (We stick together) Cos it never ends (It never ends) Here comes a low (I'm a boy and you're a girl) Here comes a high (The only ones in the world) Here comes everything (You and me we'll work it out) Here it comes You, me, we'll work it out Here comes tomorrow (Here comes tomorrow) One, two, three episodes (Three episodes) We stick together (We stick together) Gone middle of the road (Middle of the road) Cos that's entertainment (That's entertainment) It's the sound of the wheel (Sound of the wheel) It rolls on forever (Roll, roll forever) Yeah you know how it feels (Know how it feels) Here comes a low (I'm a boy and you're a girl) Here comes a high (The only ones in the world) Here comes everything (Like monkeys out in space) Here it comes (We are members of the human race) Here comes a low (I'm a boy and you're a girl) Here comes a high (The only ones in the world) Here comes everything (You and me we'll work it out) Here it comes You, me, we'll work it out It's automatic (It's automatic) I need to unload (Need to unload) Under the pressure (Under the pressure) Gone middle of the road (Middle of the road) Here comes a low (I'm a boy and you're a girl) Here comes a high (The only ones in the world) Here comes everything (Like monkeys in outer space) Here it comes (We are members of the human race) Here comes a low (I'm a boy and you're a girl) Here comes a high (The only ones in the world) Here comes everything (You and me we'll work it out) Here it comes You, me, we'll work it out |
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from Blur - The Special Collectors Edition (1998)
This is the voice of someone
Calling from a lonely hill To the hard of hearing For those who never will A long legged someone Seen walking away from home Look a vacant dreamer Walking alone alone Ways that turn and turn Which is what we'd learn As suffering believers In the book of Badgeman Brown They're dropping like flies In a suburban house From a lack of anything Anything to keep their hands in And the town keeps screaming From a lonely hill Another lack of people Those who never will Ways that turn and turn Which I what we'd learn As suffering believers In the book of Badgeman Brown This is the voice of someone Calling from a lonely hill For the hard of hearing For those who never will The days will turn and turn Which is what we'd learn As average believers In the book of Badgeman Brown |
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from Blur - The Special Collectors Edition (1998)
Grandma needs new dentures
To eat the crust on pizza Been taken out by her daughter Because she thought she oughta The kids are eating Snickers Because they're so delicious Then there's sticky fingers And mother loses her knickers Bank holiday comes six times a year Days of enjoyment to which everyone cheers Bank holiday comes with a six pack of beer Then it's back to work A-G-A-I-N Barbecue is cooking Sausages and chicken The patio is buzzing And neighbours, they are looking John is down the fun pub Drinking lots of lager Girls and boys are on the game And all the high streets look the same Bank holiday comes six times a year Days of enjoyment to which everyone cheers Bank holiday comes with a six pack of beer Then it's back to work A-G-A-I-N Back to work A-G-A-I-N Bank holiday comes six times a year Days of enjoyment to which everyone cheers Bank holiday comes with a six pack of beer Then it's back to work A-G-A-I-N Bank holiday |
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from Blur - The Special Collectors Edition (1998)
Waiting on this empty day
It's just the same as any day An' although I got nothing to say I'm going to say it anyway Day, day upon day, day upon day Day upon day Day, day upon day, day upon day Day upon day Everybody's here with me We're in the smallest rooms you see An' although we got nothing to do We going to do what do I do |
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from Blur - The Special Collectors Edition (1998)
Looking out for number one
the conversation in the dayroom's gone It's a brutal thought but you thought it And in the future it'll be the same Waltzing on an autobahn there is cause for alarm It's a neurotic thought but you thought it And in the future it'll be the same |
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from Blur - The Special Collectors Edition (1998)
Oh you are very strange
Sometimes I think you've gone insane Twisted hearts you've gone insane In this giddy world Couldn't you begin to go Where odd lines we hardly know Couldn't you put in a goal Just for me Did I say I want to know Talking about a goal Would you please leave me alone Can't you see I want to be on my own Oh I would like to give you your head Just to see if you are dead Oh I'd like to get into that pretty head And it would amuse me to see How you feel about me How you feel about always getting fried Did I say I wan to know We're talking about a goal Would you please leave me alone Can't you see I want to be on my own Can't you see I want to be on my own Did I say I wan to know We're talking about a goal Would you please leave me alone Can't you see I want to be on my own Can't you see I want to be on my own Oh I'm going to fry Oh I'm going to fry Oh I'm going to fry |
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from Blur - The Special Collectors Edition (1998)
Look at Him, Grumpy old man
You sour old bed pan He's gone dropped his fag He's got a fly between his ears it catches life And buzzes in my head It's a long time isn't it fumes of life Who put that bleeding goose in here? Got yer! |
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from Blur - The Special Collectors Edition (1998)
I'm alive
I can breathe the air I can hurt you I can float up here So soft and tingling You can't touch me I'm floating away I woke up And went down next door I'm getting up with nothing on my mind I went down the stairs With a pain in my head I should have never got out of bed Then everything shattered Just at the point that it mattered Just at the point that it mattered Aha I'm alive I can breathe the air I can hurt you I can fall down there Right into your mind Don't put it around You can't catch me And carried away I woke up, woke up every day There is noting, nothing to say Halfway down the stairs I feel a pain in my chest I should have never got out of bed Then everything shattered Just at the point that it mattered Just at the point that it mattered Aha I'm alive, I can breathe the air I can hurt you Halfway down the stairs I get a pain in my chest I should never got out of bed I should never ever ever I should never. |
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from Blur - The Special Collectors Edition (1998)
Fear of being left behind
Can take you over Suddenly you will choke Maybe it's just a joke I'm not sure of you I can't hear you now There's too much that's going around You seem a worried fool So don't think I'm cool Makes me me unsure Of you- Fear of being left alone Can take you over Slowly you will choke And say it's just a joke I'm not sure?of you |
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from Blur - The Special Collectors Edition (1998)
Don't look at me as
Your only regret what you don't see You know more than I So think for me Think what your not Ah ah ah ah Love substitute for the Never knew who you were Half your life has been explained You want the other half Ah ah ah ah Don't look at me as though I'm not here Your only regret what you don't see Half my life has been explained |
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from Blur - The Special Collectors Edition (1998)
Pedalling on a bicycle
I'm on my way to make a call I try to touch you Through the double glazing But the curtains were drawn The family gone away Who is to know But now you don't No-one can see When they get mace in their eyes They're papering the walls And the windows No light in here In or out The heating's on And I'm feeling drowsy I fall asleep And dream of burning down the house I'm pedalling on a bicycle I'm on my way to make a call The sun is out And I'm feeling drowsy I fall asleep And dream of burning down the house |
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from Blur - The Special Collectors Edition (1998)
Wake up Maggie
I think I've got something to say to you It's late September And I really should be back at school I know I keep you amused But I feel I'm being used O Maggie I couldn't have tried any more you led me away from home Just to save you from being alone You stole my heart That's what really hurts All I needed was a friend of lend a guiding hand You turned into my lover And mother what a lover you wore me out Al you do is wreck my bed And in the morning kick me in the head O Maggie I couldn't have tried anymore You led me away from home Just to save you from being alone You stole my heart I couldn't leave you if I tried I suppose I could collect my books and go back to school Or steal my daddy's cue And make a living out of playing pool I'll find myself a rock n roll band That needs a helping hand Maggie I wish I'd never Seen your face You made a first class fool out of me But I was blind as a fool can be You stole my heart But I love you anyway |
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from Blur - The Special Collectors Edition (1998)
Chemical Eats
Best part of the peach You're always the way you are What of that going to close you in You got a gaping hole in your head Id let the birds nest there instead Aha aha aha aha A gun in your pocket And hair in a locket Around your neck From the girl you once loved where is she now, you've gone crazy You've got a gaping hole in your head I'd let the birds nest there instead Aha aha aha aha You've got a gaping hole in your head I'd let the birds nest there instead I'd let the birds nest there instead I'd let the birds nest there instead I'd let the birds nest there instead Aha aha aha aha |
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from Blur - The Special Collectors Edition (1998)
The time has come
Not to be cautious He must be careful not to make mistakes For every half hour In twenty-four And operations rose Faster than they did yesterday And the lending rates on your side So there won't be Much of a problem Then past midnight There is a rise When everybody's asleep at home He becomes nervous And sees a change Today Futures Watch the markets from the street In a pocket in a grey flannel suit Read tomorrow's crash today And check your pulse Base metals crawled onto the kerb And softs dropped in a summer turn And sugar melted in the mouth Of a rude girl Who knew a better option She thinks for a while And it could be A long time before he thinks again And then he looks at the papers And looks again Today Futures |
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from Blur - The Special Collectors Edition (1998)
Good morning
Wake up Wake up with purpose and polite efficiency Stuff vitamin pills down your health guarantee A kiss and cuddle with a lucky girl You get fed and watered Makes your hair curl And when the day draws in You put on a record Put on something gentle And wait for the cows to come home Wake up a little voice says To you eagerly You mustn't let yourself sink financially Don't listen to the accusation that you're tight You could be the first man on your street to get it right And when the day draws in You going to go into waltz time For once it was a good time Wait for the cows to come home All your life Ha da de da da Ha da de da da Ha da da de da Ha da de da da da Wake up with purpose and polite efficiency So you get fed and watered with good company And when the day draws in You go into waltz time For once it's a good time Wait for the cows to come home All your life |
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from Cruel Intentions (사랑보다 아름다운 유혹) [best, ost] (1999)
Do you feel like a chain store?
Practically floored One of many zeros Kicked around bored Your ears are full but your empty Holding out your heart To people who never really Care how you are So give me Coffee and TV History I've seen so much I'm goin blind And i'm braindead virtually Sociability It's hard enough for me Take me away form this big bad world And agree to marry me So we can start all over again Do you go to the country It isn't very far There's people there who will hurt you Cos of who you are Your ears are full of the language There's wisdom there you're sure 'Til the words start slurring And you can't find the door So give me Coffee and TV History I've seen so much I'm goin blind And i'm braindead virtually Sociability It's hard enough for me Take me away form this big bad world And agree to marry me So we can start all over again So give me Coffee and TV History I've seen so much I'm goin blind And i'm braindead virtually Sociability It's hard enough for me Take me away form this big bad world And agree to marry me So we can start all over again Oh...we could start over again Oh...we could start over again Oh...we could start over again Oh...we could start over again 싸구려 플로어가 깔린 체인점 같다고 느끼나요? 쓸모없는 사람중의 하나라고 느끼나요? 이리저리 부대끼고 너무 지루한 채 말이예요. 많은 말들을 듣지만 공허하지요. 당신은 당신의 진정한 마음을 보여주지만 아무도 당신이 어떤지 신경쓰지 않네요. 자 그러니 커피, TV를 즐기며 당신의 과거 얘기를 털어놓으세요. 많은 일들을 봐왔지요. 점점 제 정신을 잃어가고 있어요. 뇌사 상태처럼요. 사회에 적응한다는거 제겐 너무나 어려운 일이죠. 그러니 이 크고 힘겨운 세상에서 날 데려가 제발 결혼해주세요. 그렇게 우린 다시 시작할 수 있어요. 전원으로 가볼까요 그리 멀지 않지요. 그곳에는 당신 있는 그대로의 모습을 반겨줄 사람들이 많답니다. 수많은 말들 지혜가 있다고 당신은 확신하지만 그 말들이 비방을 시작하면 당신은 해결책을 찾을수 없답니다. |
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from Blur - 13 (1999)
Group using the loop
of another popgroup Group shooting the hoop And starving it up into the soup 'cause I'm of regular features and Adidas trainers completing the cycle teenage maniacs will bring it all back B.L.U.R.E.M.I. Group using the loop of another popgroup completing the cycle untill the teenage maniacs will bring it all back B.L.U.R.E.M.I. |
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