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from Velvet Goldmine (벨벳 골드 마인) by Carter Burwell [ost] (1999)
You've done it all, you've broken every code
and pulled the rebel to the floor You spoilt the game, no matter what you say for only metal - what a bore! Blue eyes, blue eyes, how come you tell so many lies? Chorus: Come up and see me, make me smile Or do what you want, run on wild There's nothing left, all gone and run away Maybe you'll tarry for a while It's just a test, a game for us to play win or lose, it's hard to smile Resist, resist, it's from yourself you have to hide Chorus: Come up and see me, make me smile Or do what you want, run on wild There ain't no more, you've taken everything from my believe in Mother Earth How can you ignore my faith in everything Cos i know what Faith is and what it's worth Away, away, and don't say maybe you'll try Chorus: Come up and see me, make me smile Or do what you want, run on wild |
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from Full Monty (풀 몬티) by Anne Dudley [omnibus, ost] (1997)
You've done it all, you've broken every code
and pulled the rebel to the floor You spoilt the game, no matter what you say for only metal - what a bore! Blue eyes, blue eyes, how come you tell so many lies? Chorus: Come up and see me, make me smile Or do what you want, run on wild There's nothing left, all gone and run away Maybe you'll tarry for a while It's just a test, a game for us to play win or lose, it's hard to smile Resist, resist, it's from yourself you have to hide Chorus: Come up and see me, make me smile Or do what you want, run on wild There ain't no more, you've taken everything from my believe in Mother Earth How can you ignore my faith in everything Cos i know what Faith is and what it's worth Away, away, and don't say maybe you'll try Chorus: Come up and see me, make me smile Or do what you want, run on wild |
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from Steve Harley - The Psychomodo (2004)
Pop paper people printing "rebel insane"
They in my head and digging into my brain I need umbrella to keep out the rain I can't hope to keep the pace I have made Maybe I'll settle in the country and fade It's all too much for me to handle with ease I'm sinking fast- I'll soon be down on my knees Dreams of loretta and lorraine and louise I can't hope to be the "devil-may-care" Maybe I'll settle with you all in my hair Broke three fingers last night Ain't got the energy to fight They tell me everyfhing's gonna be all right I can't dope to do more than my best It's so easy. this is really no test! |
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from Steve Harley - The Psychomodo (2004)
I been losing my head
I been losing my way I been losing my brain cells at a million a day I been so disillusioned I'm on suicide street I seen everything In every shape I seen l984 in a terrible state I seen you Quazimodo Hanging on my gate Oh! he was so hung-up and wasted Oh! he was so physically devastated He was young enough He was well-slung enough I seen my own epitaph I been to heaven and back Was introduced to St. Peter; we were having a chat I felt him losing his mind So I began to retreat Desdemona and me We had a ball in a tree She read my palm in a moment: it was shocking to me Oh, we were so mystified Began to scream out of fear Oh! she was so hung-up and wasted Oh! she was so physically devastated She was young enough She was well-slung enough I been writing a song We all been singing along It's like a wild schizophrenia - wondering where we belong! Sling it all out the window Start all over again... Come into my heart Come in and tear me apart I wanna be claustrophobic - got a passion - ha ha! I'm so confused I wish I could die |
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from Steve Harley - The Psychomodo (2004)
Mr. Soft, turn around and force the world
To watch the things you're going through Mr. Soft, believe everything they tell you And be dammed if they'll thank you You paint everything so cruel, Coming on like Mr. Cool; Paint your face and shut the gate, No one's coming home till late Don't you know, life gets tedious enough Without this extra grudge to bare You, so slow, shift your ideas, make your mind up In a jiffy, let' s be fair We'll be taking off tonight, Turn off your eyes and shut the light, You're the most, you're so unreal, We'd all be dead without your spiel! Mr. Soft, go to town and bring the dawn in, In the morning on your way Mr. Soft, put your feet upon the water And play Jesus for the day You begin to hear them mumble, Spot the Starman, rough-and-tumble, Fight the good fight, sling your axe, Watch the speaker lead the packs |
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from Steve Harley - The Psychomodo (2004)
Thinking lots of a pretty face
When we were yong, such smashing days We'd pass the time in such pleasant ways Happy just to be iiving-oh yeah! Too many summers controlled our heads Too many memories - so many dead We fall behind but we also lead them Listened all the time to a singular band Put our resources into one appollo We only had to watch and follow Then swoop around like a possessed swallow Thinking only of winning ¨c oh yeah! And all the iime defending ourselves Brushed aside all the tempting sea-shells Charging-up like battery cells Looking all the time for a singular band You and me getting everywhere now On the land and in the air now Got no worries of getting there now (consider what we're attempting-oh yeah!) And now we have lots of pretty clothes Many friends and many foes Looking wonderful but heaven knows Who will want us now we're turning into singular band |
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from Steve Harley - The Psychomodo (2004)
Hark to rouall's white insanity
Clowns in drag concealing vanity This is hardly paradise We're still in search of petty scorn Images so dead, in mourning Clap and cheer the man performing This is hardly paradise We're still in search of petty scorn Couch my disease in chintz-covered kisses Glazed calico cloth, my costume this is Come to pablo fanque's in indigo We'll show you pastel shades of rhyme It's okay to laugh in harmony See the white-faced auguste's army Come to pablo's-fanque's in indigo We'll show you pastel shades of rhyme Take a letter ophelia, write "sorry desdemona." bright Peeking through the nimbus covers We see the twisted tale of man Catch us in the cornfield hiding Me, maryse and moonbeams gliding Peeking through the nimbue covers We see the twisted tale of man Careless, caress, curt up beside me Visit, sleep and smile and drown me March together, slay like nero Now we have something you understand Oh! the clown, his stare is eyeless Shall he make you laugh or cry.yes March together, slay like nero Now we have sometning you understand It is time to hide my body Shall we start to speak of holly I don't wanna be that superhero 'til you have something we anderstand Heard they're moving pisces into june Shall we put together a platoon I don't wanna be that superhero 'til you have something we understand |
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from Steve Harley - The Psychomodo (2004)
Make mine old time, or i'il spit in your eye
It's better than lying, anytime . . . I'm horrified of modern times, I'm trying Very hard to keep up my guard Everything's becoming drag, we'd best be off Escape the bad- could be very sad Misery coming over me, I'm thinking about Going blind and don't want to see. Shift around this one-song town Like a sparrow with a broken wing -feeling blue!!! Terrified to step outside, it's so easy To make a suicide come true Masturbation-getting off; you can scoff Your ideals offer nothing new! I'm getting ready to run and hide, Looking for a suitable bitch to crucify. We're all beginqing to Testify, testify-it's getting fierce We're all beginning to testify, Testify, to be cavaliers How does it feel now you've testified? Love to have God next to me with his Hands around my throat in harmony Take away the silver tray, fetch me water God, give me strength, I'm in pain Seeing, blow-job blues and boogaloos Ten little niggers hooked on absinthe and daffodils Telling tales of white gardinia, Honky-tonking all the love that's in ya! We're all beginqing to Testify, testify-it's getting fierce We're all beginning to testify, Testify, to be cavaliers How does it feel now you've testified? Long-tailed coat, a silly joke; they drink Like men then see them choke on coca-cola Morgue-like iips and waitress tips and you Shuffle around on your sabrina hips Make mine old time or I'll spit in your eye It's better than lying-anytime Horrified to step outside, trying very Hard to keep up my guard. We're all beginqing to Testify, testify-it's getting fierce We're all beginning to testify, Testify, to be cavaliers How does it feel now you've testified? |
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from Steve Harley - The Psychomodo (2004)
I've just been speaking to the one who holds the key
When she asked me would I like to wait and to see? Would I like to try and explain? Would I like to try and explain? How my heart is feeling tonight with all the strain? And I said I could take much more from such a friend Although I hoped we weren't very far away from the end For the time it's a-getting late, Yeah, the time it's a-getting late And my heart is hurting a little bit from the weight She just said: "i've got a bed here for you I've got a bed here for me So you can look into my eyes And tell me what you see . . .' She's like a rosebud in my heart and in my dreams See her flow into the night like rivers and streams How I'd love to lie in her arms How I'd love to lie in her arms But I don't seem able to win her with my charms She just said: "i've got a bed here for you I've got a bed here for me So you can look into my eyes And tell me what you see . . .' |
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to.moonn6pence from.shootingstar
Tumbling Down by Steve Harley Gee, but it's hard When one lowers one's guard to the vultures Now, me I regard it A torturous hardship that smolders Like a peppermint eaten away Will I fight? Will I swagger, or sway? Tee hee, milady She cries like a baby Scold us See her tumbling down Heil to the monkey We're having a funky reunion Wasted and sunk he can only have Sunday communion He's got nicotine stains in his eyes He's got nothing to protect but his pride Oh smothered a kiss Or be drowned in blissful confusion See her tumbling down See her tumbling down See her tumbling down |
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from Steve Harley - The Human Menagerie (2005)
Let them come a running, take all your money and hideaway
Let them come a running, take all your money and flee Let them come a running, take all your money and hideaway, hideaway It was summer or maybe spring, I can't remember It was summer or maybe spring, I can't recall We found our hearts and stole them from our bodies (We couldn't understand the Villain's call) We'd often recall the beginnings We'd often try in vain to change it all We couldn't help but keep ourselves from sinning In summer, in summer or maybe spring, or maybe spring, or maybe spring It was summer, or maybe spring, I can't remember It was summer or maybe spring, I can't recall We'd try to always calm our elders (But always we did seem to fall) We'd never try to tame the burning embers (It didn't seem to matter how we'd fare) It seemed we couldn't ever escape December But it was summer, summer, or maybe spring, or maybe spring, maybe spring |
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Lazy stage-star; wanna be a raver
You've gotta make it all happen insane Crazy raver; wanna be a big star You've gotta make it all happen again You want it easy but you don't understand They'll crush your diamonds in a one-night stand You'll be a "Biggie" then you'll be a "nobody-at-all" So while you're there you'd better show us a ball And wear your sequins or wear nothing at all Take us to heaven with our backs to the wall The climbing's hard but it's easy to fall Oh! here's a monkey with a message for us all Go be a Crazy Raver, oh! oh! yeah Go be a Crazy Raver Maybe lady; wanna be my baby Go to heaven in your satin and lace Crazy baby, gotta dress so shady Then come and meet me in some far-out place We'll go together like water and sand Be seen together walking hand-in-hand A pair of swells who've got nothing to do but romance You'll be a rhapsody, The Belle o' the Dance Become a stir and play the public nuisance Ascend a stairway up to Paris in France Become the lady of the Dietrich stance Then pick the one of your nouveau fancy And be a Crazy Raver And be a Crazy Raver |
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from Steve Harley - The Human Menagerie (2005)
Exhibition yourself we'll hold a show on the shelf
Now we can feel a change is on the way You're not a skin or a spiv boy who are you trying to kid You're jolly handsome, super, wizard, okay? Would you resort to telling all your friends lies When they can see right through your flimsy disguise? We all consider you far out so there can be ltttle doubt You're gonna make it in a big, big way Chorus: Oh we can feel a new existence beginning And the yobs have made a go at forgiving And the new man he appears to be winning What a shame such a bore! I don't wanna turn on tonite Said I don't wanna turn on tonite You put your hand in the air and when they ask you say "Yeah" And they'll be happy to believe you're both kinds Then shake a fist or a leg and prove the image is dead Or the chances are you'll trip up their minds Oh you're too cute to be a big rock star But if you're cool you may not push it too far Oh just believe in yourself and take a tip from the elf And sing a boogie to the image fatale Oh we can feel. . . You feel Lorretta's deep breaths, you put a hand on her breast You feel her come on like some movie-star chick You slide her body across you fight so hard to be boss But sweet Lorretta she knows all the tricks So you perform like it's your very best show You turn her on but she's never gonna know Then you can shuffle your hips or M-M-Mae West your lips But you're the same old thing we've always known Oh, we can feel. . . |
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from Steve Harley - The Human Menagerie (2005)
Simply lorraine sings for a while
In a three-octave harmonica style It's easy to see her harmony Stabbing at my songs from behind Trying to stick her cosmic philosopher's Words into rhymes Nobody can tell it the same To her everything's just like a game But she'll make it seem some big machine's Driving you clean outa your mind Come on admit it, that's just the limit, We've travelled from mad to sublime Oh she's a lady from a background of pearls Who's tormenting and bending my world My only vice is the fantastic prices i Charge for being eaten alive¡ So nina can paint dragons on guitars She can roll up a victorian vase, That gal can sweep, skip, Jump and leap into a room full of clowns, No one'll tame her, no one'll claim her, 'til she's been at least all around Doreen is a hunk of a man, She can wipe every boy from the land But lorraine can fly it way outa sight Then bring it on back to the fold Give me a chance, I want romance, Don't give me your love quite so cold Oh she's a lady from a background of pearls Who's tormenting and bending my world My only vice is the fantastic prices i Charge for being eaten alive¡ |
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from Steve Harley - The Human Menagerie (2005)
She, got my number and she - chasing me so far
Me, out of slumber, I can do with no faut-pas Mixed-up and bleeding, I's high on beleiving It's all surreal Slip on a T-shirt, me - gotta look so cool Me Biba braces are making me so cruel She, dinosaur and me, her He-whore Sleep Muriel Chorus: Oh! See her move so right in her big baggy strides And her golden top made of satin See her wriggle her hips, take the almighty piss This is Muriel the Actor who's rapping, ping - ping She, dresscd to kill and Me, looking so jolly I know she will 'cos she's a lady of folly She's seventeen, oh! You know what I mean She's a circus girl Across the ring on a gay light fantastic For anything, oh! She'll bust her elastic She, so inviting, me - given up fighting I'm all in a whirl Chorus: A superman in a comical moment Jump through the fan, you're the inhuman showman Oh! hear the roar of the crowd call for more So gullible..br> Me, took ma band on the road for a liftuup She took my hand and she said "never give up" Oh schizophrenia, I know you, I been yer So subtle....la la la Chorus: |
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from Steve Harley - The Human Menagerie (2005)
and Louise,
cowering into nowhere speaking in terms of a foreign land where winter lies easy and she will surmise the guise of chateau eyes and rise . . . |
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from Steve Harley - The Human Menagerie (2005)
So now we're on a death trip
listen to the blood drip oozing from a curled lip ever thought of dying slowly ever thought of dying totally unholy someone's trying to fool us maybe it's your daughters can you hear the Walrus offering a sad solution he's calling out for teenage revolution and "Can you think of one good reason to remain?" To you afficianados fooling with bravado to keep me on my guard-o and cause a consciousness explosion it's getting difficult to keep my mind in motion images of sunshine lease, to make the words rhyme let me die in eight-time let me write a tale to no-one let me write a tale to make you think you're someone and "Can you think of one good reason to remain?" Interval: We'll grow Sweet Ipomoea To make us feel much freer Then take a pinch of Schemeland And turn it into Dreamland "Softly, Lautrec," she whispered in awe "Build me a picture of children at war" |
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