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from Black Box Recorder - England Made Me (2003)
I stopped talking when I was six years old
I didn't want anything more to do with the outside world I was happy being quiet But of course they wouldn't leave me alone My parents tried every trick in the book From speech therapists to child psychologists They even tried bribery I could have anything, as long as I said it out loud Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it Of course this episode didn't last forever I'd made my point and it was time to move on To peel away the next layer of deceit And see what new surprises lay in store My school report said I showed no interest 'A disruptive influence' I felt sorry for them in a way And when they finally expelled me It didn't mean a thing Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it ("At that time she stopped what she was doing, she stopped playing... she stared, she had the facial grimicing... and then the psychiatrist was saying, "Julie, Julie, can you hear me? Can you open your eyes? Can you stick out your tongue?" And all of a sudden, Julie struck out") The November day I came home the Christmas decorations were already up Spray on snow, coloured flashing lights And an artificial tree that played Silent Night Over and over again My parents welcomed me with loving arms But within an hour were back at each others throats Normal, happy childhood back on course Batteries not included Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it Life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it |
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from Black Box Recorder - England Made Me (2003)
I trapped a spider underneath the glass
I kept it for a week to see how long he lasted He stared right back of me He thought that he could win We played the waiting game He thought that I give in England made me England made me I had a dream last night, that I was drunk I killed the stranger, and left him in a trunk In Brighton railway station It was an unsolved case A famous murder mystery People love mystery England made me England made me England made me England made me I need my privacy, I lead a secret life Sleep with the enemy, and betray both sides I travelled all my life, but never got away From the killing jar, and it got me sick England made me England made me England made me England made me England made me England made me England made me |
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from Black Box Recorder - The Facts Of Life (2000)
They're digging up human remains
In Notting Hills Behind the screens, behind the wall In our backgarden Don't you know when you're well off? Don't you know when times are good? I just want to be loved I just want to be loved I just want to be loved I just want to be loved They're asking questions door to door Our friends in neighbours They're piecing it together now In perfect order Don't you know when you're well off? Make the best of English weather Sort the roses 'round the door We'll be growing old together I just want to be loved I just want to be loved I just want to be loved I just want to be loved Don't you know when you're well off? Don't look a gift horse in the mounts I just want to be loved I just want to be loved I just want to be loved I just want to be loved I just want to be loved I just want to be loved I just want to be loved (I just want to be loved) I just want to be loved (I just want to be...) I just want to be loved (They're digging up human remains) I just want to be loved (In Notting Hills) (I just want to be...) I just want to be loved (Behind the screens, behind the wall) I just want to be loved (In our backgarden) (I just want to be...) I just want to be loved (They're digging up human remains) I just want to be loved (In Notting Hills) (I just want to be...) I just want to be loved (Behind the screens, behind the wall) I just want to be loved (In Notting Hills) (I just want to be...) In Notting Hill |
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from Black Box Recorder - England Made Me (2003)
It's my primary instinct to protect the child
Girl singing in the wreckage My dress is torn, my hair is wild Girl singing in the wreckage My first kiss, my early boyfriend Girl singing in the wreckage Wet weekends, new years eve parties Girl singing in the wreckage Hour after hour after hour Hour after hour after hour My 18th birthday, I'll die of boredom Girl singing in the wreckage My private world is smashed right open Girl singing in the wreckage My 1st trip, my expectations I had a dream that it would end like this No destiny, No destination You hit the ground and then it stops Hour after hour after hour Hour after hour after hour Hour after hour after hour Hour after hour after hour I miss my hometown, it's nothing special Call my parents let them know I've arrived My primary instinct is to protect the child Send the postcard from the airport |
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from Black Box Recorder - The Facts Of Life (2000)
Put on your make-up
Apply it with care Use your imagination We can go anywhere We'll have an adventure I'm bored with just love A fairy tale with a sting in the tail Tonight we'll draw blood From Blackpool tower to Brighton pier Turn the lights out we know there's no-one here Goodbye Goodnight The candle is buring So the modern butterfly Can plant out a night-life It's purely desire We might meet some old friends We might push our luck Hot on the heels of something Hot on the heels of not much From Severn bridge to Southend-on-Sea Turn the lights out before you leave, goodnight Goodbye Goodnight It's been a good night It's just a goodnight kiss The night's nearly over Get a taxi at five I'll cradle your head in my hands Check that you're still alive Golden mile to Morecambe bay Turn the lights out as there's nothing left to say Goodbye Goodnight From Dungeness to the Isle of White Would the last one to leave turn out the light Goodbye Goodnight It's just a good night It's been a good night It's just a goodnight kiss |
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from Black Box Recorder - England Made Me (2003)
Close the windows, draw the blinds
I can't stand it if the sun shines On Sunday Hated Sunday Disturbing pictures on the news Distant wars but they won't touch you On Sunday Hated Sunday Your mother calls, she's alright Your sister calls, she's in hospital Honouring politician dead Car found parked on Beachy Head On Sunday Hated Sunday Oh to be in England on a Sunday Dear old dismal England an a Sunday-ay Hated Sunday Sunday night, time stands still One last drag, it still feels like school Tomorrow Hated Sunday Your mother calls, she's alright Your brother calls, he wants money Oh to be in England on a Sunday Dear old dismal England an a Sunday Oh to be in England on a Sunday Dear old dismal England an a Sunday-ay |
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from Black Box Recorder - England Made Me (2003)
I was brought up in an ideal home
Bay windows let the sun shine through Natural light chased the shadows I was brought up in an ideal home In an ideal home nothing you do can go wrong In an ideal home everything's safe and you can Sit by the fire, read a good book or watch TV Miserable songs from the house next door Perhaps they're planning to end it all They should come around to our house Like the sunshine, in oue ideal home In an ideal home nothing you do can go wrong In an ideal home there's never an awkward silence Turn out the lights, sit in the dark and watch the stars Everythings safe in an ideal home In an ideal home In an ideal home In an ideal home |
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from Black Box Recorder - England Made Me (2003)
It's only the end of the world
Not a death in the family We've seen all the best sights, been on all the best rides At the amusement park-on Saturday We got tongue-tied, after all the best fights Stuff that's too boring to trash, it's classless and crass It's only the end of the world Since the circus left town We've been seen kicking round And now every caress, is some cul-de-sac We've already been down We're just moving our lips, making the sound The ground is still spinning, but it's slowing down It's only the end of the world Where is the love? Satellites break up in the atmosphere Our ashes are scattered in space All of the answers fall into place It's only the end of the world Since the circus left town The world just stopped spinning round We've seen all the prize fires the Sunday gun-fighters With their heads hanging down We just go were the money goes Your hands turn to dust, the magic is lost It's only the end of the world Where is the love? It's only the end of the world It's only the end of the world The end of the world The end of the world The end of the world The end of the world |
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from Black Box Recorder - England Made Me (2003)
Born into money it's not a crime
You can fool the people all the time Nine hundred dead in Jonestown Rescued from a shopping mall Heiress with a little girls soul Do you think we'll make the papers? And we're searching for your daughter And we're searching for your daughter On Saturday the childhood ends Strange way to make new friends She's lying in the basement Black boy, white girl Black girl with a blindfold Which one will be your lover And we're searching for your daughter And we're searching for your daughter (Kidnapping an heiress) (Kidnapping an heiress) (Kidnapping an heiress) (Kidnapping an heiress) Lock her up for sixty days Change her hair, change her name Smile for the camera Friendships about trust If we trust you then you're one of us Live together, die for each other And we're searching for your daughter (Kidnapping an heiress) (Kidnapping an heiress) And we're searching for your daughter (Kidnapping an heiress) (Kidnapping an heiress) (Kidnapping an heiress) (Kidnapping an heiress) Born into money it's not a crime You can fool the people all the time Nine hundred dead in Jonestown Get down, stay down (Put a bullet in your head) It's only money Smile for the camera How could you not defend your honour? (Kidnapping an heiress) (Kidnapping an heiress) And we think we've found your daughter (Kidnapping an heiress) (Kidnapping an heiress) And we think we've found your daughter (Kidnapping an heiress) (Kidnapping an heiress) (Kidnapping an heiress) |
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from Black Box Recorder - The Facts Of Life (2000)
Meet me in the playground after school
When everybody has gone home Promise not to breathe a word of this Don't even look at me till we're alone Or tongues will start to wag Stories will go round They'll talk behind our backs We'll never relive it down Write my name in blood across your shirt (May Queen) Prove to me that I'm the only one (May Queen) And cross your heart and hope to die (May Queen) May God strike you dead if it's a lie (May Queen) Meet me after school Meet me by the fields Away from prying eyes Kids can be so cruel Out in the fields, out in the hay We've come this far, at days and date But if we've heard, but if we've seen Then you might forfeit your first kiss This whole thing no-one else's business (May Queen) This is just a personal affair (May Queen) A one-off test-run for the future (May Queen) Wonder if I'll feel the same tomorrow (May Queen) Tongues will start to wag Stories will go round They'll talk behind our backs We'll never relive it down Now it's the time, now it's the place We've come this far, at days and date But if we've heard, but if we've seen Then you might forfeit your first kiss May Queen |
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from Black Box Recorder - England Made Me (2003)
New baby boom starts today, I've got everything you need
Baby boom, take you home, I've been waiting so long New baby boom slipping through your magic fingers (New baby boom) I'll meet a man, but you'll always have your mother's eyes 1st love song for our brand new son 1st love song The kid is gone, he's not my son New baby boom, and your father is a famous man He'll be here soon, I know he loves me, now I've got the proof I knew the first time that I saw his face He'd be the one The kid is gone, he's not my son 1st love song for our brand new son 1st love song The kid is gone, he's not my son New baby boom, congratulations, I've got everything I need New baby boom starts today |
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from Black Box Recorder - The Facts Of Life (2000)
Girl on girl, in your dreams
Girls on top, in between Girls together, girls alone In your dreams, in your dreams Boy on boy, boys on top Boys together, boys don't stop Being boys, in your dreams In your dreams, in your dreams I've been thinking about you (Thinking about you) Always thinking about you Can't stop thinking about you (Thinking about you) In your dreams, in your dreams Girl on bus, girl on Tube Brush against you, look at you Catch your eye, conversation In your dreams, in your dreams I've been thinking about you (Thinking about you) Always thinking about you Can't stop thinking about you (Thinking about you) In your dreams, in your dreams In your dreams In your dreams In your dreams In your dreams I've been thinking about you (Thinking about you) Always thinking about you Can't stop thinking about you (Thinking about you) In your dreams, in your dreams Late at night, in your dream You're not shy, it's so easy All the colours of the rainbow In your dreams, in your dreams I've been thinking about you (Thinking about you) Always thinking about you Can't stop thinking about you (Thinking about you) In your dreams I've been thinking about you (Thinking about you) Always thinking about you Can't stop thinking about you (Thinking about you) In your dreams, in your dreams |
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from Black Box Recorder - The Facts Of Life (2000)
(Dream home) It's a beautiful morning (It's a beautiful morning)
(Dream home) It's a beautiful day (It's a beautiful day) (Dream home) It's a beautiful morning (It's a beautiful morning) (In our) Dream home (In our) Dream home Straight life Away from alternative culture Transient people (Straight life) Coming in and out of our lives Straight life Painting our walls, and wiring the circuit Gradate advisement (Straight life) Building it up by the sweat of our bows Home improvements In our dream home Home improvements We're not moving Straight life Visiting sites of local interest Walking the hillsides (Straight life) Playing games, bringing back souvenirs Straight life Secret signs, our own signed language Misunderstandings (Straight life) Have now become a thing of the past Home improvements In our dream home Home improvements We're never moving (Dream home) It's a beautiful morning (It's a beautiful morning) (Dream home) It's a beautiful day (It's a beautiful day) (Dream home) It's a beautiful morning (It's a beautiful morning) (In our) Dream home (In our) Dream home Straight life Lives in a tin on top of the wardrobe Personal photos (Straight life) Holiday snaps, caravan sites Straight life Keep your mouth shut, say hello to the neighbours Straight life Look at our straight life Home improvements In our dream home Home improvements We're not moving (Dream home) It's a beautiful morning (It's a beautiful morning) (Dream home) It's a beautiful day (It's a beautiful day) (Dream home) It's a beautiful morning (It's a beautiful morning) (In our) Dream home (In our) Dream home (Dream home) It's a beautiful morning (It's a beautiful morning) (Dream home) It's a beautiful day (It's a beautiful day) (Dream home) It's a beautiful morning (It's a beautiful morning) (In our) Dream home (In our) Dream home Straight life Look at a straight life Straight life This is our straight life Straight life |
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from Black Box Recorder - England Made Me (2003)
If you let me join your gang
I'll show you things you've never dreamed of After school we'll steal a car Drive until the feeling changes All the people have to say "we're swinging" "We don't like you, go away - we're swinging" Feeling rotten to the core And I don't need you anymore Are you a hardcore hooligan? Did you really burn the old school down? If I set fire to you now Will you even make a sound? All the people have to say "we're swinging" "We don't like you, go away - we're swinging" Feeling rotten to the core And I don't need you anymore It's the end of the affair Bet you never thought you'd even get this far And I dare you to look down See how brave you really are Monmouth, Cardiff to the South Downs - "we're swinging" From the coast to the cathedral towns - "we're swinging" Feeling rotten to the core And I don't need you anymore And I don't need you anymore |
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from Black Box Recorder - The Facts Of Life (2000)
La la la, la la la la la
La la la, la la la la la You're quite precautious I know which button should be pressed Let's go out driving I'll wait until you pass the test We can get a hood down Throw away those learner plates You got the hang of steering Now try stepping on the brakes You've been driving way too fast You've been pushing way too hard You've been taking things too far Who do you think you are? La la la, la la la la la La la la, la la la la la Do you believe in love at first sight? Do you believe in fate? I believe the good things Only come to those who wait We've got to plan the journey Eliminate all mistakes Take the safe route It's called the art of driving Maybe wait until the summertime Maybe wait until December Because a heartfelt seduction Lasts a life time You've been driving way too fast You've been pushing way too hard You've been taking things too far Who do you think you are? It's called the art of driving The art of driving It's just the art of driving La la la, la la la la la La la la, la la la la la I wish you'd learn to slow down You might get there at the end Don't think the accelerating pedal Is the man's best friend You don't have to break the speed limit You don't have to break your neck Another dead boy-racer Cut out from the wreak You've been driving way too fast You've been pushing way too hard You've been taking things too far Who do you think you are? Maybe wait until the summertime Maybe wait until December Because a heartfelt seduction Lasts a life time It's called the art of driving It's called the art of driving It's called the art of driving The art of driving It's called the art of driving It's called the art of driving Just the art of driving It's just the art of driving The art of driving The art of driving It's called the art of driving It's called the art of driving The art of driving The art of driving The art of driving It's called the art of driving It's called the art of driving |
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from Black Box Recorder - The Facts Of Life (2000)
I'm swimming with the Deverell Twins
I haven't got a care in a world, not a care They are looking after me This is the age of chivalry This is the age of alchemy I'm invited by the Deverell Twins I'm delighted to accept Their hospitality This is the life of luxury It's the beginning of the end They show me their charts Away to the stars Say I'm as pretty as a picture I'm admired by the Deverell Twins They're very fond of me They tell me their secret This is the age of chivalry It's the beginning of the end They started the fire Stifled their grins No-one suspected the Deverell Twins I'm enchanted by the Deverell Twins I'm as pretty as a picture |
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from Black Box Recorder - The Facts Of Life (2000)
Ah ah, ah ah
Ah ah, ah ah The English motorway system is beautiful and strange It's been there forever, it's never going to change It eliminates all diversions, it eliminates all emotions (All you got to do to stay alive is drive) There are things we need to talk about There are things I cannot do without If you think the journey's over Let me know, don't make me wait (Driving with no aim or intention) On the English motorway The English motorway system can be quite hypnotising You achieve a Zen like state, as someone else's driving It becomes detached observing, colours and straight lights Distant town and exit signs (Do you really want to break up?) There are things we need to talk about There are things I cannot do without Is this the end of the rainbow? Am I just colour-blind? (Leave the north, visit friend's at south) On the English motorway The English motorway system, is an accident waiting to happen On the black ice, a lorry jack knives, on there's freezing fog in November And you wonder if there's someone who really does decide I thought I saw you in a distance (Do you really want to break up?) There are things we need to talk about There are things I cannot do without When you think the journey's over Let me know Don't make me wait (Driving with no aim or intention) On the English motorway The English motorway system is beautiful and strange The English motorway system is beautiful and strange The English motorway system is beautiful and strange The English motorway system is beautiful and stra |
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from Black Box Recorder - The Facts Of Life (2000)
Do do do, do do do
Do do do, do do do When boys are just eleven They begin to grow in height at a fast rate than they have done before They develop curiosity and start to fantasise About the things they have never thought of doing before These dreams are no more harmful than The usual thoughts that boys have of becoming football stars or millionaires As long as the distinction between fantasy and fiction remains It's just a nature walk It's just the facts of life There's no master plan Walk me home from school I'll let you hold my hand You're getting ideas And when you sleep at night They develop into sweet dreams It's just the facts of life A boy sits by the telephone, wanting to call a girl But not daring to because she might say no At last he summons up the courage phones And discovers someone else has asked her first and she's said yes Now's time to deal with the fear of being rejected No-one gets through life without being hurt At this point the boy who's listening to this song Is probably saying it's easier said than done and it's true It's just the facts of life There's no master plan Walk me home from school I'll let you hold my hand You're getting ideas And when you sleep at night They develop into sweet dreams It's just the facts of life Do do do, do do do Do do do, do do do Small-town dating differs from more urban situations In particular if there's few places to go Adolescents normally gather in a cafe or an arcade If they have to almost anywhere will do A family car, a disused coalmine A rowing boat or a shed Experimentation, familiarisation It's all a nature walk It's just the facts of life There's no master plan Walk me home from school I'll let you hold my hand You're getting ideas And when you sleep at night They develop into sweet dreams It's just the facts of life It's just the facts of life (Sweet dreams develop into ideas) There's no master plan (Ideas develop into sweet dreams) Walk me home from school (Sweet dreams develop into ideas) I'll let you hold my hand (Let you hold my hand) You're getting ideas (Sweet dreams develop into ideas) And when you sleep at night (Ideas develop into sweet dreams) They develop into sweet dreams (Sweet dreams develop into ideas) It's just the facts of life It's just the facts of life (Sweet dreams develop into ideas) There's no master plan (Ideas develop into sweet dreams) Walk me home from school (Sweet dreams develop into ideas) I'll let you hold my hand (Let you hold my hand) |
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from Black Box Recorder - England Made Me (2003)
See me in me heels and ting
Dem check sey we hip and ting True them no know and ting We have them going and ting No pop no style, I strictly roots No pop no style, I strictly roots See me pon the road and you call out to me Can you see me inna pants and ting See me in a 'alter back See me give you heart attack Gimme little bass, let me wind up me waist Uptown Top Ranking See me in me Benz and ting Drivin' through Constant Spring Them check sey me come from cosmo spring But a true dem no know and ting Dem no know sey we top ranking Uptown Top Ranking Shoulda see you in your ranking dread Check how we jamming and ting Love is all I bring in all me khaki suit and ting No pop no style, I strictly roots No pop no style, I strictly roots Watch how we chuck it and ting In a khaki suit and ting Love is all I bring in me khaki suit and ting No pop no style, I strictly roots No pop no style, I strictly roots See me pon the road and you call out to me True you see me in me pants and ting See me inna 'alter back See me give you heart attack Gimme little bass, make me wind up me waist Gimme little bass, make me wind up me waist Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting No pop no style, I strictly roots No pop no style, I strictly roots You shoulda see me and the ranking dread, Check how we jamming and ting Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting No pop no style, I strictly roots No pop no style, I strictly roots |
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from Black Box Recorder - The Facts Of Life (2000)
Laying on the floor, with my best friend
Late at night, early morning Careful not to touch, we've drunk enough Just another weekend falling Friday night, Saturday morning Friday night, Saturday morning Friday night, Saturday morning Friday night, Saturday morning Take your bank account, was it worth it? We spent so much on conversation Nevermind the cost, there's nothing lost We live to fight another day Friday night, Saturday morning Friday night, Saturday morning Friday night, Saturday morning Friday night, Saturday morning Weeknights just drag on forever (Ever, ever and ever) Maybe this weekend Maybe never (Friday night, Saturday morning Friday night, Saturday morning Friday night, Saturday morning Friday night, Saturday morning) Drive out of the city on a Friday Keep you guessing where we're going We can rent a room, or get two singles Keep it safe, we've got no plans Saturday night, Sunday morning Saturday night, Sunday morning Saturday night, Sunday morning Saturday night, Sunday morning |
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from Black Box Recorder - England Made Me (2003)
Well you can bite the bullet
Breath in, breath out Or be a victim all your life Go window shopping Save your money Riches to rags overnight It's a wonderful life It's a wonderful life You can join the family business Serve behind the counter Even have your name above the door Join the order Learn the handshake You won't need protection anymore It's a wonderful life When you think it's over You can look through your photos Taken for prosperity and you'll find Have an affair, get a new interest Go into debt, go on the sick lists Study at your leisure in your home Get into shape, try to lose weight Regain your confidence, control you fate Victim of circumstance, look on the bright side It's a wonderful life It's a wonderful life It's a wonderful life It's a wonderful life |
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