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from 힘내요, 사랑해요 - 마음 속 힘이 되는 앨범 (2009)
DJ's got the party started
There's no end in sight Everybody's movin to the rythym thats inside It's a crazy world But tonight's the right situation Don't get left behind I can feel the music Moving through me everywhere Ain't no destination baby We don't even care There's a place to be If you need the right education Let it take you there Just go With the magic baby I can see it there in your eyes (I can see it there in your eyes) Let it flow and stop the waiting Right here on the dance floor Is where you gotta let it go Don't stop movin' Can you feel the music DJ's got us going around, 'round Don't stop movin' Find your own way to it Listen to the music Taking you to places that you've never been before Baby now You can touch the moment Almost feel it in the air Don't know where we're goin Baby, we don't even care Ain't no mystery Just use your imagination Let it take you there Just go With the magic baby I can see it there in your eyes (I can see it there in your eyes) Let it flow Stop the waiting Right here on the dancefloor Is where you gotta let it go Don't stop movin' Can you feel the music DJ's got us going around, 'round Don't stop movin' Find your own way to it Listen to the music Taking you to places that you've never been before Baby now Forget about your fears tonight Listen to your heart Let's just touch the sky (listen to your heart) No need to reason why Just listen to the sound Let it make you come alive Don't stop movin' Can you feel the music DJ's got us going around, 'round Don't stop movin' Find your own way to it Listen to the music taking you to places that you've never been before Baby now Baby now Baby now DJ's got us moving around, right 'round, right 'round DJ's got us moving around |
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from IF (2008)
I love you from the bottom of my pencil case
I love you in the songs I write and sing Love you because you put me in my rightful place And I love the PRS cheques that you bring Cheap, never cheap I’ll sing you songs till you’re asleep When you’ve gone upstairs I’ll creep And write it all down Oh Shirley, Oh Deborah, Oh Julie, Oh Jane I wrote so many songs about you I forget your name (I forget your name) Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel too I forget your name Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel too I forget your name I love you from the bottom of my pencil case I love the way you never ask me why I love to write about each wrinkle on your face And I love you till my fountain pen runs dry Deep, so deep, the number one I hope to reap Depends upon the tears you weep, so cry, lovely cry, cry, cry, cry Oh Cathy, Oh Alison, Oh Phillipa, Oh Sue You made me so much money, I wrote this song for you I wrote this song for you Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel too I wrote this song for you Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel too ... Oh Cathy, Oh Alison, Oh Phillipa, Oh Sue You made me so much money, I wrote this song for you I wrote this song for you Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel too I wrote this song for you Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel too For you.... I wrote this song for you So let me talk about Mary, a sad story Turned her grief into glory So let me talk about Mary, a sad story Turned her grief into glory Late at night by the typewriter light, She ripped his ribbons to shreds Late at night by the typewriter light, She ripped his ribbons to shreds So let me talk about Mary, a sad story Turned her grief into glory talk about Mary, a sad story Turned her grief into glory Late at night by the typewriter light, She ripped his ribbons to shreds Late at night by the typewriter light, She ripped his ribbons to shreds So let me talk about Mary, a sad story Turned her grief into glory let me talk about Mary, a sad story Turned her grief into glory Late at night by the typewriter light, She ripped his ribbons to shreds Late at night by the typewriter light, She ripped his ribbons to shreds I wrote this song for you.. |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
Close your legs, open your mind Leave those compliments well behind Dig a little deeper into yourself And you may find Come over here just sit right down Needn't comb your hair, needn't pout or frown I hear you've turned our young men Into dribbling clowns 36D so what (D) so what Is that all that you've got? 36D so what (D) so what Is that all that you've got? Make their day and go ahead Remove your clothes lie on their bed Just a last gasp chance or an outside bet To the easily led And before you do just what you do Here' one thought for you to chew The men who run the business that you sell They screw you too 36D so what (D) so what Is that all that you've got? 36D so what (D) so what Is that all that you've got? You're just another 365 night stand But you're so handy, you're so handy You cheapen and you nasty every woman in this land But you're so handy, you're so handy Your picture's hanging pretty on the squaddies' walls You're Steven's, Andy's, you're Ian's, you're Paul's Your body's through of fondly in the rugby mauls But you want more 36D so what (D) so what Is that all that you've got? 36D so what (D) so what Is that all that you've got? 36D so what (D) so what Is that all that you've got? 36D so what (D) so what Is that all that you've got? He was trying to save his job He was, he was trying to save his job. |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
I need a little time To think it over I need a little space Just on my own I need a little time To find my freedom I need a little... Funny how quick the milk turns sour Isn't it, isn't it Your face has been looking like that for hours Hasn't it, hasn't it Promises, promises turn to dust Wedding bells just turn to rust Trust into mistrust I need a little room To find myself I need a little space To work it out I need a little room All alone I need a little... You need a little room for your big head Don't you, don't you You need a little space for a thousand beds Won't you, won't you Lips that promise - fear the worst Tongue so sharp - the bubble burst Just into unjust I've had a little time To find the truth Now I've had a little room To check what's wrong I've had a little time And I still love you I've had a little... You had a little time And you had a little fun Didn't you, didn't you While you had yours Do you think I had none Do you, do you The Freedom that you wanted bad Is yours for good I hope you're glad Sad into unsad I had a little time To think it over Had a little room To work it out I found a little courage To call it off I've had a little time I've had a little time I've had a little time I've had a little time |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
Think of you with pipe and slippers Think of her in Bed Laying there just watching telly Then think of me instead I'll never grow so old and flabby That could never be Don't marry her, fuck me And your love light shines like cardboard But your work shoes are glistening She's a Ph.D in 'I told you so' You've a knighthood in 'I'm not listening' She'll grab your sweaty bollocks Then slowly raise her knee Don't marry her, fuck me And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay And you realise you can't make it anyway You have to wash the car Take the kiddies to the park Don't marry her, fuck me Those lovely Sunday mornings With breakfast brought in bed Those blackbirds look like knitting needles Trying to peck your head Those birds will peck your soul out And throw away the key Don't marry her, fuck me And the kitchen's always tidy And the bathroom's always clean She's a diploma in 'just hiding things' You've a first in 'low esteem' When your socks smell of angels But your life smells of brie Don't marry her, fuck me And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay And you realise you can't make it anyway You have to wash the car Take the kiddies to the park Don't marry her, fuck me And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay And you realise you can't make it anyway You have to wash the car Take the kiddies to the park Don't marry her, fuck me |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
Everybody's talkin' at me. I can't hear a word they're sayin', Only the echoes of my mind. People stoppin' starin' I can't see their faces, Only the shadows of their eyes. I'm goin' where the sun keeps shinin' Thru the pourin' rain, Goin' where the weather suits my clothes. Bankin' off the northeast wind, Sailin' on a summer breeze, Trippin' over the ocean like a stone. Woh Woh Woh I'm goin' where the sun keeps shinin' Thru the pourin' rain, Goin' where the weather suits my clothes. Bankin' off the northeast wind, Sailin' on a summer breeze, Trippin' over the ocean like a stone. (Like A Stone) Everybody's talkin' at me. Woh Woh Woh |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
Don't know what I'm doing here I'll carry on regardless Got enough money for one more beer I'll carry on regardless Good as gold, but stupid as mud He'll carry on regardless They'll bleed his heart 'til there's no more blood But carry on regardless Carry on with laugh Carry on with cry Carry on with brown under moonlit sky I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my needs Not in the star signs Or the palm that she reads I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss Not in the next life I want it in this I want it in this Got one note to last all week I'll carry on regardless The hill to happiness is far too steep I'll carry on regardless Dried his mouth in the Memphis sun He carried on regardless Tried to smile and he bit his tongue But carry on regardless Carry on with work Carry on with love Carry on with cheering Anything above I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my needs Not in the star signs Or the palm that she reads I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss Not in the next life I'll have it in this I'll have it in this I don't want silver, I just want gold Carry on regardless Bronze is for the sick and the old But carry on regardless I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my needs Not in the star signs Or the palm that she reads I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss Not in the next life I'll have it in this I'll have it in this |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
How long's a tear take to dry When a woman has no breeze? How long's a tear take to dry When a woman, when a woman's on her knees? How long's a tear take to dry When a woman hasn't sinned? How long's a tear take to dry When the weather, when the weather brings no wind? Look I'm sorry that I hurt you You look a million dollars and a dime Time's the greatest healer But love's the greatest stealer of all time I'm so sorry, (make it plural) - My heart's broken, (mine's the same) I still love you (make it plural) You're so sweet! The flowers smell sweeter, the closer you are to the grave The flowers smell sweeter, the closer you are to the grave How long's a tear take to dry When almighty brings is rain? How long's a tear take to dry And do tears, and do tears really stain? This heart was like a tardis I went and lost the key in a fight I've never found a locksmith Will you be my locksmith tonight? (Will I shite) I'm so sorry, (make it plural) - My heart's broken, (mine's the same) I still love you (make it plural) You're so sweet! The flowers smell sweeter, the closer you are to the grave The flowers smell sweeter, the closer you are to the grave How long does sorry really last Is it tattooed upon your heart? Or is it hung in a museum With your Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa ex-ass art? I have no summer, (I'll buy you summer) I'll buy July, if December makes you cry A little or no trace face belies a lie of many days gone by A little or no trace face belies a lie of many days gone by -acapo |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
If, if you choose that we will always lose Well then I'll sail this ship alone And if, if you decide to give him another try Well then I'll sail this ship alone Well they said if I wrote the perfect love song You would take me back Well I wrote it but I lost it And now will you take me back anyway Now if, if you insist that this is for the best Well then I'll sail this ship alone And if, if you swear that you no longer care Well then I'll sail this ship alone I'll sail this ship alone Between the pain and the pleasure I'll sail this ship alone Amongst the sharks and the treasure If you would rather go your way then go your way I'll sail this ship alone If, if you're afraid that I won't make the grade Well then I'll sail this ship alone And if, if you agree to him instead of me Well then I'll sail this ship alone Well they said if I wrote the perfect letter That I would have a chance Well I wrote it, and you burnt it And now do I have a chance anyway If, if you swear that you no longer care Well then I'll sail this ship alone I'll sail this ship alone Between the pain and the pleasure I'll sail this ship alone Amongst the sharks and the treasure If you would rather go your way then go your way I'll sail this ship alone Well they said if I burnt myself alive That you'd come running back |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
> When you called me a useless druggie
At least you got half of it right When you called me a hopeless alcoholic I'm only hopeless after nine at night And when I said you came staggering home blind drunk If I didn't you'd get terrible fright And if this is the land of hope and glory Where's the land of hope but not quite I've been scruff bag, dirt bag, always someones binbag But never been bono or sting However I dressed never really impressed So they never got to hear a damn thing I've been bad man sad man certified mad But never 007 or saint Trendsetter go getter international jet setter Are just a few things that I ain't The time you told class I was a half wit Was my very first 50 % Previous best in any other test Was either stolen copied or lent And when you branded me and every single one of my mates A waste of time and effort to teach Why d'you give us sums if our only hope was bums On someone else's deckchair and beach I've been smart arse, mardy arse, on and off a lard arse But never been a legend to god New thing dumb thing even last year's thing Headbang? - not even a nod! I've been left-wing, secure-wing, lost stripes, gained winged We've never caused a lady to faint Wideboy, ladyboy, read it in the paper boy A few things they said that I ain't When popularity soared, hometown and abroad I spent most of it trying to breathe in Always ill at ease, too willing to please An inferior life's bargain bin When you come from a background of bargain bins You're bound to fear it ends where it begins So when nation adored we felt more of a fraud And too phoney to celebrate wins I've been scruffbag, dirtbag, always someones binbag But never been Bono or Sting However I dressed never really impressed So they never got to hear a damn thing I've been badman, sadman, certified mad But never 007 or Saint Trend-setter, go-getter, international jet-setter Are just a few things that I ain't |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
Old Red eyes is back Red from the night before the night before Walked into the wrong bar walked into a door Old Red's in town And sitting late at night he doesn't make a sound Just adding to the wrinkles on his deathly frown They're only red from all the tears that I should've shed They're only red from all the women that I could've wed So when you look into these eyes I hope you realise They could never be blue They could never be blue They could never be blue They could never be blue Listen up Old Red You never listened to a word the doctor said He told you if you drank another you'd be dead Old Red Eyes is back His shoulders ache all over and his brain is sore He pours a drink and listens to his body thaw They're only red from all the thoughts unused inside my head They're only red from all the things I could have done instead So when you look into these eyes I hope you realise They could never be blue They could never be blue They could never be blue They could never be blue Blue is a street without an end Red is the colour of my hell Blue is a greeting from a friend Red is the colour of farewell Old Red he died And every single landlord in the district cried An empty bottle of whisky laying by his side A lazy little tear running from each eye They could never be blue They could never be blue They could never be blue They could never be blue |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
I once had a friend who I loved from my heart But I went on and left her 'fore I'd made a start Now I'm moaning the blues like the rest of the charts Take me back So I'll cry with a limp Just get by on a limb Till these blue eyes of mine they are closed So here's to an old fashioned peck on the cheek And farewell my sweet Northern Rose Give me one last love song To bring you back, bring you back Give me one last video, just dressed in black, dressed in black Give him a chorus and that bit at the end Where he wails on and on 'bout the loss of a friend Let him scream loudly 'well this love could mend' Let it die, let it die Those bloody great ballads we hated at first Well I bought them all, now I'm writing worse Save us from baldness and saving the earth Take me back And I'll smile with a limp And I'll love with a limp Till the clouds disappear from above And as the storm moves away all I can say Is there's a towel on the door for your love Give me one last love song To bring you back, bring you back Give me one last video, just dressed in black, dressed in black Give him a chorus and that bit at the end Where he wails on and on 'bout the loss of a friend Let him scream loudly 'well this love could mend' Let it die, let it die, let it die |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
She's a perfect 10, but she wears a 12 Baby keep a little 2 for me She could be sweet 16, bustin' out at the seams It's still love in the first degree When he's at my gate, with a big fat 8 You wanna see the smile on my face And even at my door, with a poor poor 4 There ain't no man can replace 'Cause we love our love, in different sizes I love her body, especially the lies Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes Promise me this, take me tonight If he's extra large well I'm in charge I can work this thing on top If he's XXL well what the hell Every penny don't fit the slot The anorexic chicks, the model 6 They don't hold no weight with me Well 8 or 9, well that's just fine But I like to hold something I can see 'Cause we love our love, in different sizes I love her body, especially the lies Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes Promise me this, take me tonight I've bought a watch, to time your beauty But I've had to fit a second hand I've bought a calendar, and every month Is taken up by lover man 'Cause we love our love, in different sizes I love her body, especially the lies Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes Promise me this, take me tonight 'Cause we love our love, in different sizes I love her body, especially the lies Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes Promise me this, take me tonight |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
Line One is the time That you, you first stayed over at mine And we drank our first bottle of wine And we cried Line Two we're away And we both, we both had nowhere to stay Well the bus-shelter's always OK When you're young Now you're older and I look at your face Every wrinkle is so easy to place And I only write them down just in case That you die Let's take a look at these crows feet, just look Sitting on the prettiest eyes Sixty 25th of Decembers Fifty-nine 4th of Julys Not through the age or the failure, children Not through the hate or despise Take a good look at these crows feet Sitting on the prettiest eyes Line Three I forget But I think, I think it was our first ever bet And the horse we backed was short of a leg Never mind Line Four in a park And the things, the things that people do in the dark I could hear the faintest beat of your heart Then we did Now you're older and I look at your face Every wrinkle is so easy to place And I only write them down just in case You should die Lets take a look at these crows feet, just look Sitting on the prettiest eyes Sixty 25th of Decembers Fifty-nine 4th of Julys You can't have too many good times, children You can't have too many lines Take a good look at these crows feet Sitting on the prettiest eyes Well my eyes look like a map of the town And my teeth are either yellow or they're brown But you'll never hear the crack of a frown When you are here You'll never hear the crack Of a frown |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
And the women tug their hair Like they're trying to prove it won't fall out And all the men are gargoyles Dipped long in Irish stout The whole place is pickled The people are pickles for sure And no-one knows if they've done more here Than they ever would do in a jar This could be Rotterdam or anywhere Liverpool or Rome 'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere Anywhere alone Anywhere alone And everyone is blonde And everyone is beautiful and when blondes and beautiful are multiple they become so dull and dutiful And when faced with dull and dutiful They fire red warning flares Battle-Khaki personality With red underwear This could be Rotterdam or anywhere Liverpool or Rome 'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere Anywhere alone Anywhere alone The whole place is pickled The people are pickles for sure And no-one knows if they've done more here Than they ever would do in a jar This could be Rotterdam or anywhere Liverpool or Rome 'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere Anywhere alone This could be Rotterdam or anywhere Liverpool or Rome 'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere Anywhere alone |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
I love you from the bottom, of my pencil case I love you in the songs, I write and sing Love you because, you put me in my rightful place And I love the PRS cheques, that you bring Cheap, never cheap I'll sing you songs till you're asleep When you've gone upstairs I'll creep And write it all down Oh Shirley, Oh Deborah, Oh Julie, Oh Jane I wrote so many songs about you I forget your name (I forget your name) Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too I forget your name I love your from the bottom of my pencil case I love the way you never ask me why I love to write about each wrinkle on your face And I love you till my fountain pen runs dry Deep so deep, the number one I hope to reap Depends upon the tears you weep, so cry, lovey cry, cry, cry, cry Oh Cathy, Oh Alison, Oh Phillipa, Oh Sue You made me so much money, I wrote this song for you Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too I wrote this song for you So let me talk about Mary, a sad story Turned her grief into glory Late at night, by the typewriter light, She ripped his ribbon to shreds |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
He was just a social drinker but social every night He enjoyed a pint or two or three or four She was just a silent thinker, silent every night He'd enjoy the thought of killing her before Well he was very rarely drunk but very rarely sober And he didn't think the problem was his drink But he only knew his problem when he knocked her over And when the rotting flesh began to stink Cry freedom for the woman in the wall Cry freedom for she has no voice at all I hear her cry all day, all night I hear her voice from deep within the wall Made a cross from knitting needles Made a grave from koover bags Especially for the woman in the wall She'd knitted him a jumper with dominoes on So he wore it everyday in every week Pretended to himself that she hadn't really gone Pretended that he thought he beard her speak Then at last it seemed that he was really winning He felt that he had some sort of grip But all of his new life was sent a-spinning When the rotting wall began to drip |
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from Beautiful South - Gaze (2006)
Head over heels is fine
Unless you're in stilettos Love knows no boundaries Unless your in one of love's ghettos Love climb every mountain high But some of us are stuck in a cell All you need is love, love, love And a bloody good tunnel as well You could get here by aeroplane or boat Not unreasonable demands But I could save myself the price of a ticket If I didn't let go of your hands Never mind killing me getting there But somebody has to make plans First embrace shoots you into space And doesn't give a damn where it lands Why not take a chance on love? Even at hundred to one If we promise that we'll never let love die Within a week one of us'll be gone Love sure makes the world go round And takes you for a hell of a ride But I don't wanna waste time searching for love When it's already stood at my side Love will make you blind to the truth Romantic novels all tell So I'll spend a little time romancing by myself But that turned me blind as well You can get here by crossing sea or desert I can barely make Blackpool Sands Railroad, caravan, save it for the mad man Lets see if love just stands Never mind killing me getting there But somebody has to make plans First embrace shoots you into space And doesn't give a damn where it lands Why not take a chance on love? Even at a hundred to one If we promise that we'll never let love die Then within a week one of us'll be gone Does the length of journey your heart makes Really provide any proof? All it really proves is love never moves When it's right there under your roof My heart is in the right place Then what's the point in making that trip Stay right here with your hand on my heart See how often you cause it to skip See how often you cause it to skip See how often you cause it to skip |
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from Beautiful South - Gaze (2006)
Why forbidden fruit
Always looks so sweet Hanging down like devil's food From highest branch on tree Yes, woman should be satisfied Be happy with her lot But sometimes half of him Seems better than the whole I've got Yes, sometimes half of hell right here Is better than a heaven forgot Yeild not to temptation Is only good advice If true love happens just the once And never ever twice Yes, woman should be satisfied Be happy with her lot But sometimes half of him Seems better than the whole I've got Yes, sometimes half of hell right here Seems better than a heaven forgot We were happy with happily ever after But only if the plot Had bad guys we could boo and hiss And good guys we could not We probably feel that second best Could actually be much worse But you're kind of drawn to chocolate When you've tasted wafer first Yes, you're kind of drawn to chocolate When you've tasted wafer first Hunt me down like your other prey Let your claws take hold If what I've chosen's truly gray Make tiger black and gold Yes, woman should be satisfied Be happy with her lot But sometimes half of him Seems better than the whole I've got Yes, sometimes half of hell right here Is better than a heaven forgot We were happy with happily ever after But only if the plot Had bad guys we could boo and hiss And good guys we could not We probably feel that second best Could actually be much worse But you're kinda drawn to chocolate When you've tasted wafer first Yes, you're kinda drawn to chocolate When you've tasted wafer first 'I can't get no satisfaction' So sang all the guys The biggest single breeding ground For a girls, 'I will survive' We'll be happy with happily ever after But only when the song Admits 'can't get no satisfaction' Wasn't all our wrong We probably feel that second best Could actually be much worse But you're kind of put off wafer When you've tasted chocolate first Yes, you're kinda put off wafer When you've tasted chocolate first Why forbidden fruit always looks so sweet? |
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from Beautiful South - Gaze (2006)
> When you called me a useless druggie
At least you got half of it right When you called me a hopeless alcoholic I'm only hopeless after nine at night And when I said you came staggering home blind drunk If I didn't you'd get terrible fright And if this is the land of hope and glory Where's the land of hope but not quite I've been scruff bag, dirt bag, always someones binbag But never been bono or sting However I dressed never really impressed So they never got to hear a damn thing I've been bad man sad man certified mad But never 007 or saint Trendsetter go getter international jet setter Are just a few things that I ain't The time you told class I was a half wit Was my very first 50 % Previous best in any other test Was either stolen copied or lent And when you branded me and every single one of my mates A waste of time and effort to teach Why d'you give us sums if our only hope was bums On someone else's deckchair and beach I've been smart arse, mardy arse, on and off a lard arse But never been a legend to god New thing dumb thing even last year's thing Headbang? - not even a nod! I've been left-wing, secure-wing, lost stripes, gained winged We've never caused a lady to faint Wideboy, ladyboy, read it in the paper boy A few things they said that I ain't When popularity soared, hometown and abroad I spent most of it trying to breathe in Always ill at ease, too willing to please An inferior life's bargain bin When you come from a background of bargain bins You're bound to fear it ends where it begins So when nation adored we felt more of a fraud And too phoney to celebrate wins I've been scruffbag, dirtbag, always someones binbag But never been Bono or Sting However I dressed never really impressed So they never got to hear a damn thing I've been badman, sadman, certified mad But never 007 or Saint Trend-setter, go-getter, international jet-setter Are just a few things that I ain't |
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from Beautiful South - Gaze (2006)
The super fly guy that you're courtin' now
Used to be a super-swot And the clothes he thinks look retro Are more 'Land That Time Forgot' And if he knows where he was standin' When J.F.K was shot Chances are though time's passed him by He's still standing within yards of that spot So if your hangover feels like the dart board Whilst the Christians hit bulls-eye And paranoia that self-employer Is following in heavy disguise Off goes intelligence to join high tide To drift with all the things we let go Only tidal wave could possibly save All we let go with the flow Let go with the flow Books we may have written, we don't know Let go with the flow Some enchanted city we won't go He who used to float like a butterfly once Is floatin' like a glorious moth And the fly girls you hung around with then Are lucky if they even take off Dresses and skirts you thought were in Everyone a dust-rag or dishcloth Like every flat beer that they serve around here We all start life as fabulous froth So why do you work yourself that hard When you don't even like the job? Why do you hate the small-time thief When it's your own time, you'll always rob? Off goes intelligence to join high tide To drift with all the things we let go Only tidal wave could possibly save All we let go with the flow Let go with the flow Books we may have written, we don't know Let go with the flow Some enchanted city we won't go Let go with the flow Books we may have written, we don't know Let go with the flow Some enchanted city we won't go |
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from Beautiful South - Gaze (2006)
When was the last time you felt so happy
You had to give yourself a good pinch When did you ever fail one of life's highs Without using stepladder or winch That's why the lifeless crave the past 'Cause when they're flogged, stoned, lynched They can watch the living fizzle out to naught Without even moving one inch That's what keeps you alive The thought of undeserved death That's why cynics deep-sea dive Just to watch someone healthy lose breath That's what really makes you tick When the fearless are stopped in their tracks Optimism looks up counts the stars Pessimism looks down and counts cracks The Monday morning moaners club That meet every week on park bench At least they've earned their grumble stripes When they fought tooth and nail in the trench If you ever sat down in one place too long They'd need a fork-lift truck and a wrench Indecision drip feeds modesty But apathy fails even to quench That's what keeps you alive The thought of undeserved death That's why cynics deep-sea dive Just to watch someone healthy lose breath That's what really makes you tick When the fearless are stopped in their tracks Optimism looks up counts the stars Pessimism looks down and counts cracks And even when it's every man for himself You still like to stick with the bunch You'd rather tag along at the back of the crowd To risk anything on a hunch That's what keeps you alive The thought of undeserved death That's why cynics deep-sea dive Just to watch someone healthy lose breath That's what really makes you tick When the fearless are stopped in their tracks Optimism looks up counts the stars Pessimism looks down and counts cracks That's what keeps you alive |
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from Beautiful South - Gaze (2006)
I set out to wander
Up lonely man street Where faith and devotion, I would hopefully meet I went there with nothing Packed as light as I could And you begged me to stay, Though you knew, Baby I'm no good I'll love you forever You'll stay in my heart But all that I wanted Was doomed from the start I thought you could save me Well if anyone could But I knew that you knew all along Baby I'm no good Not once was I faithful, I cheated and lied I know that you loved me But my hands, they were tied I followed the voices Like a weak man should And I guess they were right about me, Baby I'm no good In the end when I've fallen Face down in the rain And you come back to ask me What I lost, what I gained I'd probably answer I did all that I could But it wasn't that much I'm afraid, Baby I'm no good No it wasn't that much I'm afraid Baby I'm no good |
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from Beautiful South - Gaze (2006)
Imagine sailing solo around the world
Only to find you've missed a continent out And as your happy turns choppy and tidal wave swirls You're wondering why there's no one about At least Captain Scott actually stood on the spot Where he planned to put up Union Jack And though Captain Cook cursed the map that he took He got near enough for native's attack That's how it feels trying to navigate you Even with compass and infinite time And just when I think I've found some part that's new I find a flag already up that's not mine Circling you is journey minus view Exploration without reason or reward 'Cause when I get near, you use an arrow or spear To prevent my heart ever being shored The earth ain't flat but it's a simple doormat Compared to your unclimbable self The desolate terrain, you have to cross to your brain Just one of your slippery shelves That's how it feels trying to navigate you Even with compass and infinite time And just when I think I've found some part that's new I find a flag already up that's not mine And if I ever get close, I'll need a banner or post To hang it from, first there or not So voyage may uncover a sister or brother And a friendship that Colombus forgot |
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from Beautiful South - Gaze (2006)
Woman goes to heaven, it's not important when
'Cause as soon as she arrives God has to send her down again "You've got an extra five years to clean up after men" "I mean no disrespect God, but you better make it ten" Well if heaven's an improvement I won't mind the extra squeeze I've got a few more birds down there, after losing bees Trying to lose their bees So don't be shocked who queue-jumps Or who just calmly waits A certain type of behavior The guest list just creates No time for lively discussion No time for televised debates The well-meaning soon become well meant It's the hard sell or hell at the gates, the gates Alcoholic finds himself outside the pearly gates I've only got one worry God, a few outstanding slates Any tab you used to have been passed to so called mates And after they've paid-up they're off to the land of empty crates Heaven is a glass, neither half empty nor half full So do us all a favor God and give that thing a pull Give that thing a pull So don't be shocked who queue-jumps Or who just calmly waits A certain type of behavior The guest list just creates No time for lively discussion No time for televised debates The well-meaning soon become the well meant It's the hard sell or hell at the gates, the gates Model turns up hours late, he had to get it right If you're gonna look cool in heaven wear something more than white Vanity's close to arrogance, just slightly more polite Fashion show a jumble sale at a slightly different height At a slightly different height So don't be shocked who queue-jumps Or who just calmly waits A certain type of behavior The guest list just creates No time for lively discussion No time for televised debates The well-meaning soon become the well meant It's the hard sell or hell at the gates, the gates The gates, the gates |
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from Beautiful South - Quench (2003)
It doesn't take a mathematician To add a simple sum Either you are simply beautiful Or I am simply dumb Dumb, dumb, dumb It doesn't take Robert The Bruce To see the web you've spun Either you are simply beautiful Or I am simply dumb Dumb, dumb, dumb It doesn't take a labrador To show a blind man sun Either you are simply beautiful Or I am simply dumb Dumb, dumb, dumb The sun, the sky, the moon, the stars Jupiter, Neptune and Mars All these things I clearly see It don't take a telescope for you to love me Dumb, dumb, dumb |
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from Beautiful South - Quench (2003)
How long's a tear take to dry When a woman has no breeze? How long's a tear take to dry When a woman, when a woman's on her knees? How long's a tear take to dry When a woman hasn't sinned? How long's a tear take to dry When the weather, when the weather brings no wind? Look I'm sorry that I hurt you You look a million dollars and a dime Time's the greatest healer But love's the greatest stealer of all time I'm so sorry, (make it plural) - My heart's broken, (mine's the same) I still love you (make it plural) You're so sweet! The flowers smell sweeter, the closer you are to the grave The flowers smell sweeter, the closer you are to the grave How long's a tear take to dry When almighty brings is rain? How long's a tear take to dry And do tears, and do tears really stain? This heart was like a tardis I went and lost the key in a fight I've never found a locksmith Will you be my locksmith tonight? (Will I shite) I'm so sorry, (make it plural) - My heart's broken, (mine's the same) I still love you (make it plural) You're so sweet! The flowers smell sweeter, the closer you are to the grave The flowers smell sweeter, the closer you are to the grave How long does sorry really last Is it tattooed upon your heart? Or is it hung in a museum With your Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa ex-ass art? I have no summer, (I'll buy you summer) I'll buy July, if December makes you cry A little or no trace face belies a lie of many days gone by A little or no trace face belies a lie of many days gone by -acapo |
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She's a perfect 10, but she wears a 12 Baby keep a little 2 for me She could be sweet 16, bustin' out at the seams It's still love in the first degree When he's at my gate, with a big fat 8 You wanna see the smile on my face And even at my door, with a poor poor 4 There ain't no man can replace 'Cause we love our love, in different sizes I love her body, especially the lies Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes Promise me this, take me tonight If he's extra large well I'm in charge I can work this thing on top If he's XXL well what the hell Every penny don't fit the slot The anorexic chicks, the model 6 They don't hold no weight with me Well 8 or 9, well that's just fine But I like to hold something I can see 'Cause we love our love, in different sizes I love her body, especially the lies Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes Promise me this, take me tonight I've bought a watch, to time your beauty But I've had to fit a second hand I've bought a calendar, and every month Is taken up by lover man 'Cause we love our love, in different sizes I love her body, especially the lies Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes Promise me this, take me tonight 'Cause we love our love, in different sizes I love her body, especially the lies Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes Promise me this, take me tonight |
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from Beautiful South - Solid Bronze - Great Hits (2001)
I need a little time To think it over I need a little space Just on my own I need a little time To find my freedom I need a little... Funny how quick the milk turns sour Isn't it, isn't it Your face has been looking like that for hours Hasn't it, hasn't it Promises, promises turn to dust Wedding bells just turn to rust Trust into mistrust I need a little room To find myself I need a little space To work it out I need a little room All alone I need a little... You need a little room for your big head Don't you, don't you You need a little space for a thousand beds Won't you, won't you Lips that promise - fear the worst Tongue so sharp - the bubble burst Just into unjust I've had a little time To find the truth Now I've had a little room To check what's wrong I've had a little time And I still love you I've had a little... You had a little time And you had a little fun Didn't you, didn't you While you had yours Do you think I had none Do you, do you The Freedom that you wanted bad Is yours for good I hope you're glad Sad into unsad I had a little time To think it over Had a little room To work it out I found a little courage To call it off I've had a little time I've had a little time I've had a little time I've had a little time |
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from Beautiful South - Solid Bronze - Great Hits (2001)
Think of you with pipe and slippers Think of her in Bed Laying there just watching telly Then think of me instead I'll never grow so old and flabby That could never be Don't marry her, fuck me And your love light shines like cardboard But your work shoes are glistening She's a Ph.D in 'I told you so' You've a knighthood in 'I'm not listening' She'll grab your sweaty bollocks Then slowly raise her knee Don't marry her, fuck me And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay And you realise you can't make it anyway You have to wash the car Take the kiddies to the park Don't marry her, fuck me Those lovely Sunday mornings With breakfast brought in bed Those blackbirds look like knitting needles Trying to peck your head Those birds will peck your soul out And throw away the key Don't marry her, fuck me And the kitchen's always tidy And the bathroom's always clean She's a diploma in 'just hiding things' You've a first in 'low esteem' When your socks smell of angels But your life smells of brie Don't marry her, fuck me And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay And you realise you can't make it anyway You have to wash the car Take the kiddies to the park Don't marry her, fuck me And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay And you realise you can't make it anyway You have to wash the car Take the kiddies to the park Don't marry her, fuck me |
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from Beautiful South - Solid Bronze - Great Hits (2001)
Stars shining bright above you Night breezes seem to whisper I love you Birds singing in the sycamore tree Dream a little dream of me Say nighty-night and kiss me Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me While I'm alone and blue as can be Dream a little dream of me Stars fading but I linger on, dear Still craving your kiss I'm longing to linger til dawn, dear Just saying this Sweet dreams til sunbeams find you Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you But in your dreams whatever they be Dream a little dream of me Stars fading but I linger on, dear Still craving your kiss I'm longing to linger til dawn, dear Just saying this Sweet dreams til sunbeams find you Sweet dreams that leave all worries far behind you But in your dreams whatever they be Dream a little dream of me |
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from Beautiful South - Solid Bronze - Great Hits (2001)
It doesn't take a mathematician To add a simple sum Either you are simply beautiful Or I am simply dumb Dumb, dumb, dumb It doesn't take Robert The Bruce To see the web you've spun Either you are simply beautiful Or I am simply dumb Dumb, dumb, dumb It doesn't take a labrador To show a blind man sun Either you are simply beautiful Or I am simply dumb Dumb, dumb, dumb The sun, the sky, the moon, the stars Jupiter, Neptune and Mars All these things I clearly see It don't take a telescope for you to love me Dumb, dumb, dumb |
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from Beautiful South - Solid Bronze - Great Hits (2001)
Everybody's talkin' at me. I can't hear a word they're sayin', Only the echoes of my mind. People stoppin' starin' I can't see their faces, Only the shadows of their eyes. I'm goin' where the sun keeps shinin' Thru the pourin' rain, Goin' where the weather suits my clothes. Bankin' off the northeast wind, Sailin' on a summer breeze, Trippin' over the ocean like a stone. Woh Woh Woh I'm goin' where the sun keeps shinin' Thru the pourin' rain, Goin' where the weather suits my clothes. Bankin' off the northeast wind, Sailin' on a summer breeze, Trippin' over the ocean like a stone. (Like A Stone) Everybody's talkin' at me. Woh Woh Woh |
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from Beautiful South - Solid Bronze - Great Hits (2001)
Don't know what I'm doing here I'll carry on regardless Got enough money for one more beer I'll carry on regardless Good as gold, but stupid as mud He'll carry on regardless They'll bleed his heart 'til there's no more blood But carry on regardless Carry on with laugh Carry on with cry Carry on with brown under moonlit sky I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my needs Not in the star signs Or the palm that she reads I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss Not in the next life I want it in this I want it in this Got one note to last all week I'll carry on regardless The hill to happiness is far too steep I'll carry on regardless Dried his mouth in the Memphis sun He carried on regardless Tried to smile and he bit his tongue But carry on regardless Carry on with work Carry on with love Carry on with cheering Anything above I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my needs Not in the star signs Or the palm that she reads I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss Not in the next life I'll have it in this I'll have it in this I don't want silver, I just want gold Carry on regardless Bronze is for the sick and the old But carry on regardless I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my needs Not in the star signs Or the palm that she reads I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss Not in the next life I'll have it in this I'll have it in this |
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