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from Catatonia - Equally Cursed And Blessed (1999)
The sun is shining
We should be making hay But we're dead from the waist down Like in California Victory is emrty There are lessons in defeat But we're dead from the waist down We are sleeping on our feet We stole the songs from birds in trees Bought us time on easy street Now our paths, they never meet We chose to court and flatter greed, ego disposability I caught a glimpse, and it's not me Make hay not war Make hay not war Make hay not war Or else we're done for And we're d from the w down There's no contracts binding No bad scene beyond repair But when you're dead from the waist down You're too far gone to even care We stole the songs from birds in trees Bought us time on easy street Now our paths, they never meet We chose to court and flatter greed, ego disposability I caught a glimpse, and it's not me Make hay not war Make hay not war Make hay not war Or else we're done for And we're d from the w down The sun is shining |
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from Catatonia - Equally Cursed And Blessed (1999)
London never sleeps, it just sucks
the life out of me and the money from my pocket London always creeps, showbiz hugs the life out of me have some dignity honey Euston, Paddington, train station please make the red lights turn green endlessly My black cab rolls through the neon disease Endlessly, endlessly London never sleeps, it just sucks the life out of me Have some dignity honey Sushi bars, wet fish, it just sucks the life out of me and the money from my pocket Euston, Paddington, train station please make the red lights turn green endlessly My black cab rolls through the neon disease Endlessly, endlessly I come alive outside the M25 I won't drink the poison Thames I'll chase the sun out west Londinium Euston, Paddington, train station please Make the red lights turn green endlessly My black cab rolls through the neon disease Endlessly, endlessly I come alive I come alive |
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from Catatonia - Equally Cursed And Blessed (1999)
He came on ecclesiastically
His sermon loud and bold And I got hold of spiritual healing His eloquence, magnificent I didn't stand for long And there I learnt how prayer can be misguiding But I'm a good girl Oh I'm a good girl I'm a good girl They recommended counselling But I don't need to talk I don't get off on communal changing I'm better bred, much better led Leave my keys at home But brace yourselves for industrial cleavage Cos I'm a good girl Oh I'm a good girl I'm good girl If you live a lie you'll die a liar If you live a lie you'll die a liar Pants on fire Joan of Arc, come kiss my art Leave a charcoal mark There's so much more to solitary refinement Cos I'm a good girl Oh I'm a good girl I'm a good girl If you live a lie you'll die a liar |
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from Catatonia - Equally Cursed And Blessed (1999)
Her treasured chest was sunken
Equally cursed and blessed In her Versace dress Too eager too impress A vision filled her soap sud hell Twin tub on spin Lets all her daydreams in And how she wants away from him She's on it She's a millionaire She's on it She's got it She's a millionaire High street prams Chariot scene from Ben Hur Push chair rage A customised roll bar cage Will help baby come of age So what's in the pram Is it teen death? Bazooka the check-out queue There's no need to argue About who was in front of who She's on it She's a millionaire She's on it She's got it She's a millionaire The ad begs "Buy bottled water" But we know that it tastes of piss Should be getting our tampons free DIY gynaecology She's on it She's a millionaire She's on it She's got it She's a millionaire |
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from Catatonia - Equally Cursed And Blessed (1999)
Storm the palace
Storm the palace Turn it into a bar Let them work in Spar Storm the palace Storm the palace Turn it into flats Make them all ex-pats Coz tourism is congestion Tourism is congestion Storm the palace Storm the palace You can stick your OBE I'll sort out your bad Feng Shui Coz tourism is congestion Tourism is congestion Storm the palace |
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from Catatonia - Equally Cursed And Blessed (1999)
Tedium is overcome
From obscurity, through melody And when I'm blind it helps me See through your key No one can touch, no need to rush Presented by my alibi When I'm down it brings me round So easily I'll be a karaoke queen, it's not me you see I'm gonna take you down to a place I know you'd rather be It's just a three minute song It doesn't last very long But it'll take you to a place I know you'd rather be Hey you can dance Oooh sha la la la la la la Common sense has excuses Recklessness, its uses But don't go fusing silence with charisma At nine o'clock you can count on me And when I'm up I'm ready Tonight I'm gonna be I'll be a karaoke queen, it's not me you see I'm gonna take you down to a place I know you'd rather be It's just a three minute song It doesn't last very long But it'll take you to a place I know you'd rather be Where you can dance I'm doomed to fail The stage gives way It's an apostrophe to my legacy But though I'm bruised I'll happily do it all again At 10 o'clock don't wait up for me Coz when I'm up I'm ready Tonight I'm gonna be Matthew! I'll be a karaoke queen, it's not me you see I'm gonna take you down to a place I know you'd rather be It's just a three minute song It doesn't last very long But it'll take you to a place I know you'd rather be And you an dance if you want to Show appreciation But step up to the mic for the full sensation And you can dance And you can dance And you can dance And you can ooh la la la ooh sha la la la And you can ooh la la la ooh sha la la la |
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from Catatonia - Equally Cursed And Blessed (1999)
I thought we'd escape
I packed a fishing line and counted on it I thought we'd escape I packed a fishing line and counted on it But dreaming is for moonrise And moonlight ails these tired eyes I treat him like a lady I treat him as I would he unto me Give Rose rose-seller a run for her money With silicone and poetry But it's the end of me I thought it could change I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange I couldn't get there Behind his wall of Sunday papers I thought it could change I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange But dreaming is for moonrise And moonlight ails these tired eyes I treat him like a lady I treat him as I would he unto me Give Rose rose-seller a run for her money With silicone and poetry And it's the end of me Here I am Here I am And here I stand Here in my kitchen where I'm familiar with every brand Here I am A front line with labels where I witness custards last stand Here I am |
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from Catatonia - Equally Cursed And Blessed (1999)
Never meant you no harm
Never meant you no harm, yeh yeh Never spun you no yarn Never spun you no yarn, yeh yeh And she'll go yeh, where he goes, yeh We all go where nobody knows our name If I step out of line I'll step out of line, yeh yeh Over land over sea One step two to Ynys free And she'll go yeh, where he goes, yeh We all go where nobody knows our name And don't cry if crying means you're sorry Whatever the case I always felt out of place As a matter of fact I always felt like that around you I'm disinclined to toe the line Under your thumb where I've become unwanted So pick your way down to the sea Pick your way to the sea, yeh yeh It's not the tide you gotta watch it's me Not the tide you got it's me, yeh yeh And she'll go yeh, where he goes, yeh We all go where nobody knows our name And she'll go yeh, where he goes, yeh We all go where nobody knows our name Where nobody knows our name |
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from Catatonia - Equally Cursed And Blessed (1999)
Somebody told me you?d found new bonhomie
Going places you?d never go with me I felt myself become a bitter old shrew Oh, I?d have bitten you in two if you would let me I?d look deadly as a nun Martyrdom does not become me I?ll find love in vanity Somebody told me you?d found places to go New people to know, new ladies and so I felt myself become a bitter old shrew I?d have bitten her in two if you would let me So if I don?t laugh what do I do? If I don?t laugh and see this through I shouldn?t even think of you Allow me one extravagance Before they come and ban me And let me shoot the messenger So help me God they talk so much This knowledge ain?t my business But I hang on his every word God speed his journey back to Hell I might retreat singing But all I hear is you Just give me one more shot of gin I?ll scream along to anything Just let me shoot the messenger |
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from Catatonia - Equally Cursed And Blessed (1999)
Everything is beautiful
And nothing hurts you at all Everything is beautiful And nothing hurts you in the world, in your world Words plain with lullaby refrain So sweet sleep Enjoy the time you keep All around is wonderful And nothing harms me at all All around is wonderful And nothing harms me at all, in my world Words plain with lullaby refrain So sweet sleep Enjoy the time you keep And if you call, I'll follow after all So sweet calm will keep us safe from harm Everything is beautiful Everything is beautiful Nothing hurts |
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from Catatonia - Equally Cursed And Blessed (1999)
I've got my work cut out with you
You tore bits out of me Your carpet burns and bruises blue Are there for all to see But I can tell you've been through hell Finally you wear it well It's an accessory It's time to change your uniform And hand it on to me, to me And I dream one day I'll find The one who lives inside my mind They feel the same way too We've all been used Dazed, beautiful, and bruised Dazed, beautiful, and bruised And blame is not a one way street The widest avenue But cause me grief And my belief is harm will come to you Between the lines I think you'll find Lessons learned from alleys blind Beauty can turn sour So recognise through all the lies The hero of the hour, the hour And I dream one day I'll find The one who lives inside my mind They feel the same way too We've all been used Dazed, beautiful, and bruised When there's nothing, nothing left to lose Dazed, beautiful, and bruised Dazed |
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from Catatonia - International Velvet (1998)
I'd rather be liberated, I find myself captivated
Stop doing what you keep doing it too I'd rather stay bold and lonely, I dream I'm your one and only Stop doing what you keep doing it too Things are getting strange, I'm starting to worry This could be a case for Mulder and Scully Things are getting strange, now I can't sleep alone I'd rather be jumping ship, I find myself jumping straight in Stop doing what you keep doing it too... Forever be dozy and dim, I wake myself thinking of him Stop doing what you keep doing it too... Things are getting strange, I'm starting to worry This could be a case for Mulder and Scully Things are getting strange, now I can't sleep alone Here my bed is made for two and there's nothing I can do So tell me something I don't know. If my head is full you, is there nothing I can do? Must we all march in two by two by two? And as for some happy ending. I'd rather stay single and thin Stop doing what you Keep doing to me... Things are getting strange, I'm starting to worry This could be a case for Mulder and Scully Things are getting strange, now I can't sleep alone... here Things are getting strange, I'm starting to worry This could be a case for Mulder and Scully Things are getting strange, now I can't sleep alone So what have you got to say to that? And what does someone do without love? And what does someone do with love? And what have you got to say about that |
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from Catatonia - International Velvet (1998)
You know the time to act is now do-da-do
Before the sands of time run out do-da-do I know that i could never Fall from grace, i'm far too clever I will achieve my destiny do-da-do My stars assent a certainty do-da-do I know that i could never Fall from grace, i'm far too clever do-do Na na na na na na Na na na na na na Na na na na na na Na na na na na na Boy sees, boy takes, boy hooked And the subject's closed Worst case scenario becomes real It don't show No clever clevers can dissuade do-da-do From tougher substance i was made do-da-do I know that i could never Fall from grace, i'm far too clever do-do Na na na na na na Na na na na na na Na na na na na na Na na na na na na Boy sees, boy takes, boy hooked And the subject's closed Worst case scenario becomes real It don't show You know the time to act is now do-da-do |
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from Catatonia - International Velvet (1998)
I put horses heads in peoples beds
cos i am the mob when duty calls gonna bust some balls cos i am the mob don't tell me it's not one for the money two for the money, three for the money am i your easter bunny, come on i try my level best, my best to please but i'm gonna put a bullet between your knees baby come on stop blowing the don, put his keks back on cos i am the mob stop muckin around with the brand new sound cos i am the mob don't tell me it's not one for the money two for the money, three for the money am i your easter bunny, come on oh baby come on i try my level best, my best to please but i'm gonna put a bullet between your knees baby come on, just tell them that luca brasi ah he sleeps with the fishes luca brasi ah he sleeps with the fishes luca brasi ah he sleeps with the fishes missus (repeat) i am the mob |
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from Catatonia - International Velvet (1998)
If all you've got to do today is find your peace of mind
Come round You can take a piece of mine If all you've got to do today is hesitate Come here, you can leave it late with me You could be taking it easy on yourself You should be making it easy on yourself Cos you know, its all over the front page You give me road rage Racing through the best days And it's you boy driving me crazy Thinking you may be losing your mind If all you've got to prove today is your innocence. Calm down, you're as guilty as can be If all you've got to lose alludes to yesterday. Yesterday's through. Now do anything you please Repeat chorus Space age, road rage, fast lane, minimum wage Home late, upgrade, short-changed, golden age Front page, lose face, handmade, space ache Backstage, outraged, disgraced, maximum weight |
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from Catatonia - International Velvet (1998)
I'm sorry you couldn't make it
You could have seen him, so weathered and dated He was a johnny come lately And i know that you would hate him If you'd seen his botanical leanings First prize exhibit and all down to good spirit He was a johnny come lately And i know that you would hate me If i envied the things that he spoke of How i envied the things that he thought of He was a johnny come lately And i know that you would hate me If i told you that i made some time and stayed behind To find out how to make a garden grow Where the sun no longer shines If i asked too many questions and i stayed behind To find out how to make a garden grow But he never ever gave away the secret of this godforsaken soil He didn't need us, just tempted and teased us You could have been here, wishing you were here This was a johnny come lately And i know that you would hate me He was a johnny come lately And i know that you would hate me If i told you that i made some time and stayed behind To find out how to make a garden grow Where the sun no longer shines He assured me that the seeds you sold were sound But i must have cast them all on stony ground And now the sun won't shine I must have asked too many questions d And stayed behind to find out how to make a garden grow But he never ever gave away the secret of this godforsaken soil. |
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from Catatonia - International Velvet (1998)
A dead loss,
No fun, just glum Lying next to someone So don't mention the war Don't question where we stand Or where we fall North, south, east where's best? If i head left It turns out directionless And needle point aside I always find Embroidery leaves me blind Cos i'm too weary to rest Since i noticed Coming second best is close to ideal What fools boredom breeds So much to do So many goldfish to feed And paracetamol I take them all They line my stomach wall With customary thirst I search a water glass But gin hits first Oh don't believe the hype Expectancy will always spoil a party It's tourniquet by crochet My waters break Don't drive for pity's sake Cos i'm too weary to rest Since i noticed Coming second best Is close to ideal |
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from Catatonia - International Velvet (1998)
Wake up sleepy welsh, land of song.
Deep is the weakness, Small is the flame, The harvest is cruel, but the tune is beautious With the song of the lonely swan in my chest. (this bit in english) Every day, when i wake up I thank the lord i'm welsh. I discovered the true paradise of rhyl. A feast of graves excited a shy welsh woman |
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from Catatonia - International Velvet (1998)
You're adamant
So loose limbed i give in Although your bed is warm The worn springs they creak of regret And lust is the thief who steals away While we were sleeping Now you're doing my head in The lines, the blinds are drawn We are intimate strangers I'm reborn, it's a false dawn Where we've been, i forget And saturday's fuss is just small town lust It's me i'm cheating Now you're doing my head in Now you're doing my head in |
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from Catatonia - International Velvet (1998)
Thanks to james peach for this.
I'll be your baba papa I'll be your baba papa If you'll be a baba papa to me I'd be your table and chair Philippe starck or bill amberg If you'd be a baba papa to me And i'd be your angel Ride you until you're warmer Be your cradle Swing you until you fall I'd be your son and your heir Destitute but debonair Though ill advised and ill in debt I'd never be drained or misled I saw your dreams and infatuated With this freedom You say the words and i could be them And i'd be your angel Ride you until you're warmer Be your cradle Swing you until you're tired out [chorus is the same as the first time but at the end (high pitched Bit) it goes:] Swing you until your tired ouuuuuuuuuuutttttttttt. |
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from Catatonia - International Velvet (1998)
well its a most peculiar feeling,
like sunburn in the evening, with dark clouds on their way, and you think its most unlikely, life could ever shine as brightly, once the sun has gone and the pressures on and the rain is here again (chorus) but you dont need the sunshine dont need the moonlight dont need the good times dont need no boogie well do you find the change in season effects you without reason you've greetings but nothing more to say and youd swear youd feel much better if only summer'd last forever but the sky is clear and your nowhere near and the rain is here again but you dont need the sunshine (i dont mind the rain) you dont need the goodtimes (you could feel the same) lean on me maybe you could see it through if you could only believe a sinlge word is true you dont need the sunshine dont need the goodtimes dont need anything anyones giving (anyones giving) and i dont mind your lies so keep on talking well i throw away my sunshine my so-called little life lines do you know what i mean? when i decided that the answer could not be bought across the counter my sista dista has left for good now the rain has gone away chorus) but you dont need the sunshine dont need the goodtimes dont need anything anyones giving (anyones giving) and i dont mind your lies so keep on talking rain has gone away (x5) and i dont mind your lies so keep on talking |
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from Catatonia - International Velvet (1998)
It was strange glue that held us together
While we both came apart at the seams She said your place or mine While we've still got the time So I played along with her schemes But i don't have the right to be with you tonight So please leave me alone with no saviour in sight I will sleep safe and sound with no body around me When faced with my demons I clothe them and feed them And I'll smile, yes I'll smile as they're taking me over And if I cannot sleep for the secrets I keep It's the price I'm willing to meet The end of the night never comes too quickly for me But i don't have the right to be with you tonight So please leave me alone with no saviour I will sleep safe and sound with no body around me When faced with my demons I clothe them and feed them And I'll smile, yes I'll smile as they're taking me over And if I cannot sleep for the secrets i keep, It's the price I'm willing to steal Oh the end of the night never comes too quickly for me And I'll smile The end of the night never comes too quickly for me I'll smile, smile, smile as they're taking me over I'll smile, The end of the night never comes too quickly for me Never comes too quickly for me |
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from Catatonia - International Velvet (1998)
Verse
You, me, and destiny Guess that it was never meant to be All you did was give me allergy I'm not looking for your sympathy Chorus My selfish gene fills up my spleen with bile And all the while i thought you gave a damn |
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from Catatonia - Stone By Stone (2001)
You always hear the shouts
from my battalion And send toy soldiers out to help me stand And when I see you hide behind these curtain folds I cross the room to turn the lights down low On common ground we'll build our castle walls We'll build them stone by stone and how With more and more you know it won't take long Where it burned orange let it burn gold I wouldn't like to learn a lesson everyday Godd times, bad times, it's just the price you pay But given half the chance of turning back the tide I'll stay at home and keep my boys in line On common ground we'll build our castle walls We'll build them stone by stone and how With more and more you know it won't take long Where it burned orange let it burn gold And given half the chance To turn the hands of time I'm always the bridesmaid Couldn't live with myself if I tried to be the bride On common ground we'll build our castle walls We'll build them stone by stone and how With more and more you know it won't take long Where it burned orange let it burn gold |
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from Catatonia - Stone By Stone (2001)
It's all getting messy
Seamlessly sloppy Only fit for the bin Oh, what a mess I'm in Regret can be a fuel Blisters mean renewal But all that stuff tastes of him It's time to jack it in I've been a long, long, long, long, long time lonely But I can see the reasons in your eyes Since you've been gone, gone, gone, gone I've thought of you only And your intelligence is no surprise You filled your head with travel Life become unraveled And opens that door in your soul Then nothing can fill that hole Hope is carrots dangling You to me are tempting Slim, tall, fat, small or thin Nothing is happening I've been a long, long, long, long, long time lonely But I can see the reasons in your eyes Since you've been gone, gone, gone, gone I've thought of you only And your intelligence is no surprise Pool, sunblock, pool, sunblock, sea Pool, sunblock, pool, sunblock, sea Oh, s-s-sun stroked my back and it makes it peel Oh, sun stroked my back and it makes it peel S-s-sun stroked my back and it makes it peel Oh, sun stroked my back and it makes it peel S-s-sun stroke S-s-sun stroked my back and it made it peel S-s-sun stroked my back and it made it peel Oh, sun stroked my back and it made it peel S-s-sun stroked my back and it made it peel Oh, sun stroked my back and it made it peel S-s-sun stroked my back and it made it peel Oh, sun stroked my back and it made it peel S-s-sun stroked my back and it made it peel Oh, sun stroked my back and it made it peel S-s-sun stroked my back and it made it peel Oh, sun stroked my back and it made it peel S-s-sun stroked my back and it made it peel Oh, sun stroked my back and it made it peel S-s-sun stroked my back and it made it peel Oh, sun stroked my back and it made it peel S-s-sun stroked my back and it made it peel Oh, sun stroked my back and it made it peel S-s-sun stroked my back and it made it peel |
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from Catatonia - Stone By Stone (2001)
Don't be so hard on yourself...no...
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from Catatonia - Paper Scissors Stone (2001)
My name is Mary-Anne
But they all call me Frances I saw the coast was clear Do you mind me being near?... I've seen faces in high places Messing up for good Say what am I doing here What am I doing here?... What say you're feeling meek Saw the writing on the wall Feel sad and blue... Paradise is close at hand In images of elsewhere I've seen faces in high places Messing up big style... I log on for company My ISP comforts me Goodbye Godspeed I can't give you what you need If I've sounded distant thus far It's cos' I'm as lost as you are... Paradise is close at hand In images of elsewhere... Goodbye Godspeed I can't give you what you need If I've sounded distant thus far It's cos' I'm as lost as you are... Goodbye Godspeed I can't give you what you need If I've sounded distant thus far It's cos' I'm as lost as you are... |
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from Catatonia - Paper Scissors Stone (2001)
I'm gonna change my immediate circle
Of friends I'm gonna run away and join the circus Oh yeah They've been leading me around in circles Round and round I'm gonna change my immediate circle Of friends... In my darkest hour of need They all become make believe And they pretend that they are sleeping... I raise my game as the stakes stack higher Higher You cry wolf like you're the town cryer Cry girl The queen of clubs drinks in pubs on days off Over Swills down dregs, drags On duck arsed cigarettes... In my darkest hour of need They all become make believe And they pretend that they are sleeping... I'm gonna change my immediate circle Of friends I'm gonna run away and join the circus Oh yeah I'll be assistant to the Blind knife thrower Better that than being Factory fodder order... In my darkest hour of need They all become make believe And they pretend that they are sleeping... |
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from Catatonia - Paper Scissors Stone (2001)
Go tell the captain
There's no waters left To navigate I sailed them all for you... Go tell the engine room Stop stoking up the fire We're out of fuel... Doom looms large on my horizon Mountain toxic, river poison Fools get votes in a democracy... We'll build new ring roads To go nowhere in particular Now you've passed your Highway Code And make new inroads Into plundering the Earth For some more fuel... Doom looms large on my horizon Mountain toxic, river poison Fools get votes in a democracy... Go ask the Government You voted in on trust Where is our fuel?... Doom looms large on my horizon Mountain toxic, river poison Fools get votes in a democracy... Doom looms large on my horizon Mountain toxic, river poison Fools get votes in a democracy... |
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from Catatonia - Paper Scissors Stone (2001)
It's what's not there that makes
What's there what it is It's what's not there that makes What's there what it is... Seems like we're quite In demand More faint praise Well I'll be damned Ship's run aground on the rocks Not all that unorthodox... It's what's not there that makes What's there what it is... Fate cuts her cloth Ragged mean You miss the ceremony He sleeps, she wakes Then she tires Leave us to our frying pan And fires... It's what's not there that makes What's there what it is... It's sculpture, sculpture Feed me to the vultures It's what's not there that makes What's there what it is.. |
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from Catatonia - Paper Scissors Stone (2001)
You always hear the shouts
from my battalion And send toy soldiers out to help me stand And when I see you hide behind these curtain folds I cross the room to turn the lights down low On common ground we'll build our castle walls We'll build them stone by stone and how With more and more you know it won't take long Where it burned orange let it burn gold I wouldn't like to learn a lesson everyday Godd times, bad times, it's just the price you pay But given half the chance of turning back the tide I'll stay at home and keep my boys in line On common ground we'll build our castle walls We'll build them stone by stone and how With more and more you know it won't take long Where it burned orange let it burn gold And given half the chance To turn the hands of time I'm always the bridesmaid Couldn't live with myself if I tried to be the bride On common ground we'll build our castle walls We'll build them stone by stone and how With more and more you know it won't take long Where it burned orange let it burn gold |
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from Catatonia - Paper Scissors Stone (2001)
Did you find that some
Autumn day Your life was in disarray Forlorn for good? Did you do what your parents done? Find some mad equilibrium Now I can say honestly You're a masculine travesty For-warned is for-armed Your purple patch came and went All those love letters never sent He was the mother of misogyny, mother of Mother of m-i-s-o-g-y-n-y, misogyny Mother of, mother of misogyny, misogyny You're so much a part of me It's life's greatest tragedy Unarmed and undone Still you do what you always done Find some mild equilibrium He was the mother of misogyny, mother of Mother of m-i-s-o-g-y-n-y, misogyny Mother of, mother of misogyny, misogyny |
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from Catatonia - Paper Scissors Stone (2001)
She takes her happy pills
They keep her happy Is everybody here on drugs?... Mad cows like bumble bees With chemistry degrees Is everybody here on drugs? Here on drugs Here on drugs... The U"berlords did stop the flow No snow, no show, bad scene The U"berlords when they see fit Will give our lives new meaning... Spin doctor aim for free Lest we speak honestly Is everybody here on drugs? Here on drugs Here on drugs... The U"berlords did stop the flow No snow, no show, bad scene Uppers, downers you Don't hang around us We'll give our lives no meaning... Don't need your poison Me I'll dig your melancholy Is everybody here... Uppers, downers you Don't hang around us We'll give our lives no meaning... |
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from Catatonia - Paper Scissors Stone (2001)
Both born of lust and deceit
We are lovers who will Never meet Once fate put us in the Same room When you knew not of me Nor I of you Something inside dies... And we don't stand Up to scrutiny But we spin by and by the by A great pain finds Numb haven, humdrum And we spin by and by the by Something inside dies... Me and my imaginary friend Have been going round The bend for some time now For some time now... And me and Timmy Turd Are having trouble being heard Through the background hum Above the background hum... And me and Barry C are Going down to Connah's Quay For all your Telecaster dreams A Telecaster is all you need... Me and my imaginary friend Have been going round the Bend for some time now For some time now... And me and Timmy Turd Are getting trouble being heard Through the background hum Above the background hum... And me and Barry C are Going down to Connah's Quay For all your Telecaster dreams A Telecaster is all you need... Something inside dies... |
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from Catatonia - Paper Scissors Stone (2001)
From London to Lisbon
And all points between Find people to lean on And one man to please We all need someone We all need something We all need?.. I'm lustless, lifeless The scent of my skin It means nothing without you That?s where it begins We all need someone We all need something We all need?.. we all need?. Get out for your sakes Do you want it? No promises are spoken Take it or leave it, do you like it? And no man?s heart gets broken One day to another I'm head over heels One room to another It sets the same scene We all need someone We all need something We all need?.. we all need?. Every man for himself Just for a little while Every man for himself Just for a short while You could came around We could fool around and get down It?s the way it could be Oh, from London to Lisbon I?m head over heels Take it or leave it Just come as you please We all need Someone, somewhere, somehow |
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from Catatonia - Paper Scissors Stone (2001)
Don't be so hard on yourself...no...
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from Catatonia - Paper Scissors Stone (2001)
For those who won't
And never will Song sounds blue... No-one at home And time to kill Song for the beautiful loser... She would hide at the park and ride Glued up to the gills High tar cigarettes and sex An appetite for pills She's a shell of her former self Bad natured on the shelf And the honeymoon's wearing thin It's a sign of the state we're in... A stolen heart Broken apart Song for the beautiful loser... Sweet sixteen A kiss too far Song sounds blue... She was glad when her dad Got locked out for good Teaching her love by lashing out With anything he could... She's a shell of her former self By nature left on the shelf And the honeymoon's wearing thin It's a sign of the state we're in... She would hide at the park and ride Glued up to the gills Cigarettes and easy sex on a Belly load of pills... She's a shell of her former self Bad natured, left on the shelf And the honeymoon's wearing thin It's a sign of the state we're in... Song for the beautiful loser Song sounds blue... |
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from Catatonia - Paper Scissors Stone (2001)
I do think that you could be
Anything that you want to be It's easy, easy when You say that time will tell It don't mean the last orders Bell is ringing, ringing And there's always plenty more GAndT in the sea... You keep playing the Same tired old blues songs Over the same tired Old blues chords Put those songs to sleep They don't make me Weep anymore... Your empty glass ain't No crystal ball It can't tell you What the future's bringing Bringing it's bank Holiday mundane Medazalan may help to stop That stinging, stinging And there's always plenty more GAndT in the sea... You keep playing the Same tired old blues songs Over the same tired Old blues chords Put those songs to sleep They don't make me Weep anymore... And let it begin again Let it begin again With a hearty meal And a map to read Oh life's been good to me... So keep playing those same Old blues songs... You keep playing the Same tired old blues songs Over the same tired Old blues chords Put those songs to sleep They don't make me Weep anymore They don't make me Weep anymore... |
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from Catatonia - Paper Scissors Stone (2001)
I found me a pulse
I found me a pulse And I came to the Screaming city baby I found me a pulse... I bought me some clothes I bought me some clothes And I played in the Screaming city baby I got given clothe... We're village idiots And words tie us up in knots But it's OK... I lost me some clothes And my GP upped my dose I crave acclaim not your Simpering pity maybe I won't give up the ghost... I'll be the hostess with the most And I won't give up my post I'll come alive in the Screaming city baby And I won't give up the ghost... But we're village idiots And the party never stops But it's OK... Cos' to struggle Would be meaningless We are what we are Everyone of us... You love those disco thrills Oh you love those disco thrills Oh you really take The biscuit baby You love those disco thrills... But we're village idiots And the party never stops But it's OK... Cos' to struggle Would be meaningless We are what we are Everyone of us... But it's OK But it's all right But it's OK... |
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from Catatonia - Paper Scissors Stone (2001)
I never feared the rain
Until you turned to me And said you'd failed again It makes a perfect day so lame And leads us halfway To nowhere... And so the players Have changed Soon we'll memorise the names But somehow something's Never quite the same Still we'll stake a claim You can count us in again Cos' everyone's a winner baby Hedge your bets Get set and maybe We could be the first To cross the line... Get up, get set, get ready Get high, get low, get even Cos' we're living In inimitable style Chasing the ultimate prize... You'd make a fine millionaire It's only natural to celebrate But someone's got to Be there to pay And we never get there... So take some time on our own We burn enough alone Close but still not fully grown Pulling marrow from a bone But there's no turning back So count us in again... Cos' everyone's a winner baby Hedge your bets Get set and maybe We could be the first To cross the line... Get up, get set, get ready Get high, get low, get even Cos' we're living In inimitable style Chasing the ultimate prize... Going back to the old house The Marigolds just go to show That some of us should Never have left home But see I'm still counting Another flash in the pan A quick and instant forming tan It seems to grow on me Taking inches from a mile But I'm all for throwing It on the line... |
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from Catatonia - Mulder And Scully (2006)
I'd rather be liberated, I find myself captivated
Stop doing what you keep doing it too I'd rather stay bold and lonely, I dream I'm your one and only Stop doing what you keep doing it too Things are getting strange, I'm starting to worry This could be a case for Mulder and Scully Things are getting strange, now I can't sleep alone I'd rather be jumping ship, I find myself jumping straight in Stop doing what you keep doing it too... Forever be dozy and dim, I wake myself thinking of him Stop doing what you keep doing it too... Things are getting strange, I'm starting to worry This could be a case for Mulder and Scully Things are getting strange, now I can't sleep alone Here my bed is made for two and there's nothing I can do So tell me something I don't know. If my head is full you, is there nothing I can do? Must we all march in two by two by two? And as for some happy ending. I'd rather stay single and thin Stop doing what you Keep doing to me... Things are getting strange, I'm starting to worry This could be a case for Mulder and Scully Things are getting strange, now I can't sleep alone... here Things are getting strange, I'm starting to worry This could be a case for Mulder and Scully Things are getting strange, now I can't sleep alone So what have you got to say to that? And what does someone do without love? And what does someone do with love? And what have you got to say about that |
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from Catatonia - Mulder And Scully (2006)
No stone unturned
Your sperm is stoned Lifeless and drowned Liquid desire Casual at best Slow disinterest To routine bound Partially dressed I did not leave the sinking ship The sinking ship left me - ee - ee Spring's light is kind Your looks went blind She kept a child And in nine months time... Slow dance, miss time Take as you find Awkward and drowned Liquid desire I did not leave the sinking ship The sinking ship left me - ee A lone contender Who can never win I've seen him Uncharted waters Where I now belong Like my song I did not leave the sinking ship The sinking ship left me - ee - ee No stone unturned My sperm is stoned Lifeless and still Liquid desire I did not leave the sinking ship The sinking ship left me - ee - ee - ee - ee |
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from Catatonia - Mulder And Scully (2006)
Oh, for the life of me,
I don't know Where it is I'm going. I'm growing. Somebody swapped the signs From nursery rhymes And my undress is showing, I'm growing. Oh, oh, oh.... This is all there is... This is all there is... This is all there is... This is all there is.... Repeat and ad words: Stale tea and stained cigarettes. I don't wanna die like this. I sit down and I see stars. Measure me now for my grandfather clock. Crash computers and midi files Fate dilemma to the juveniles. (?) Oh, oh, oh.... This is all there is... This is all there is... This is all there is... This is all there is.... Oh, for the life of me, I don't know Where it is I'm going. I'm growing. You'll be the death of me Can't you see? Give back what you're owing I stop growing. |
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from Catatonia - Mulder And Scully (2006)
I'd rather be liberated, I find myself captivated
Stop doing what you . . . Keep doing it too . . . I'd rather stay bold and lonely, I dream I'm your one and only Stop doing what you . . . Keep doing it too . . . Things are getting strange, I'm starting to worry This could be a case for Mulder and Scully Things are getting strange, now I can't sleep alone I'd rather be jumping ship, I find myself jumping straight in Stop doing what you . . . Keep doing it too . . . Forever be dozy and dim, I wake myself thinking of him Stop doing what you . . . Keep doing it too . . . My bed is made for two and there's nothing I can do So tell me something I don't know If my head is full of you is there nothing I can do? Must we all march in two by two by two? Things are getting strange, I'm starting to worry This could be a case for Mulder and Scully Things are getting strange, now I can't sleep alone And as for some happy ending, I'd rather stay single and thin Stop doing what you . . . Keep doing to me Things are getting strange, I'm starting to worry This could be a case for Mulder and Scully Things are getting strange, now I can't sleep alone here Things are getting strange, I'm starting to worry This could be a case for Mulder and Scully Things are getting strange, now I can't sleep alone So what have you got to say about that? And what does someone do without love? And what does someone do with love? And what have you got to say about that? |
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