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Demented New York athletes staggering round the block
Deformed Chicanos pour in, Chicago's rolling stock Digital bathrooms drilling for furs Surgical stockings marked his and hers Guggenheim attitudes abck to back With Jewish Baroque No way street - no way street Happy to see you, you have a nice day! Defecting russian dance into Hockney prints Exclusive to Bloomingdales, gift-wrapped in red From the land of blue rinse They boggle at menus in Olde English verse "Ode to a burger" by Keats at his worst The hissing of omelettes the breaking of legs Don't shoot till you see the whites of their eggs The pnk fillet mignon looks black on the negs Strange apparatus You've never seen Srange apparatus, ever stranger theme Street alligators Big Anglophile Will navigate us through a change of style I came, I saw what manner of beast is this New York, you talk a little bit left of centre A scream, a shout New York is throwing its weight about Walk tall, walk straight, spit the world right in the eye The stronger the wood the straighter the arrow Dismembered hopeful My-Lai veterans queing for sleaze "Sorry no dogs, no fags, no shriners, and no amputees" Sexual athlete applies dor audition Willing to make it in any position Just one of the extras with blood on their faces In snow-white and the seven basket cases I'm happy and dopey and dirty in places No way street No way street Lock up your daughters, Avon crawling! Devoted collectors of paraphernalia out walking the rock Battle and bitch for the ultimate kitch Of a crucifix clock Two miniature romans, running on rails Appear every hour and bang in the nails I've got to have it, Christ, I gotta bet the first On your block Disturbing facts about Nazi splinter groups seen on the news They're picketing synagogues and claiming that Hitler was King of the Jews Caught in the tunnel an ambulance howls A men's room attendant is flapping his jowls Sssh, Howard Johnson is moving his bowels. Strange apparatus You've never seen Strange apparatus, even stranger theme Street alligators Big Anglophile Will navigate us through a change of style Strange apparatus You've never seen Strange apparatus, even stranger theme Walk straight, walk tall, spit the world right in the eye The stronger the wood, the straighter the arrow No way street - no way street ..... |
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White heat, grey stone
White heat, grey stone White heat, grey stone Wish you were here White heat, sizzling Thinking of Brazilia White heat, sizzling Thinking of Brazilia White heat, grey stone Thinking of Brazilia White heat, hollow Thinking of Brazilia White heat, always Wish you were here Thinking of Brazilia White heat, grey stone White heat, grey stone Lonely is Brazilia White heat, hot, vast, crisp, empty No more "Yariva, yariva" Wish you were here White heat, grey stone Show me Brazilia And I'll show you no Mardi Gras In the glass Cantina White heat, grey stone White heat, grey stone White heat, grey stone Is anybody there White heat, sizzling, sizzling, sizzling, sizzling Is anybody there Is anybody there Hello Is anybody there Brazilia Wish you were here Is anybody there? Big mistake, Brazilia Brazilia. Open air museum. Wish you were here. |
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from Godley & Creme - Freeze Frame (2005)
A public face...
A private eye... A patent shoe... A wider belt... A deeper sigh... A leaking pen... A shrunken head... An open file... A broken jaw... An alibi... A jumped up fee... A ceiling fan... Hear no evil See no evil Speak no evil Hear no evil See no evil Speak no evil A heinous crime It wasn't meant to be A body blow On the table waiting A paperweight Crashing through the cigar smoke The answer no Now I can't remember Hat check girl Found necking with a Siamese twin Dabs on glass She should have burned the gloves she lost An alien key Turning Walls have ears Burning A vital clue... A public face... A private eye... Hear no evil See no evil Speak no evil Hear no evil See no evil Speak no evil |
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from Godley & Creme - Freeze Frame (2005)
I find myself a child again
Asleep in Baby Lotion The air was thick With Scalextric And the cars were in slow motion Going up like an air bubble caught in a vein Going down like a thermos flask thrown from a train You go ahead, and I'll follow my phobia down I cried myself to sleep because They wouldn't leave the light on I clawed the rails With broken nails Now there's nothing left to bite on Going up like an air bubble caught in a vein Going down like a thermos flask thrown from a train You go ahead, and I'll follow my phobia down Going up like the corners of Dali's moustache Going down like the United in the Munich air crash You go ahead and I'll follow my phobia down Splendour in the grass Freeze Frame A splintering of glass Steam train Stop you're going too fast Please Freeze Frame Frame, Freeze Frame, Freeze Frame Please Freeze I asked my mum about the stains in the kitchen She said, "Bang you're dead" and truth is stranger than fiction Truth is stranger than fiction I find myself designing rooms that Never let the light in With no way in and No way out And a space to fly my kite in Going up like an air bubble caught in a vein Going down like a thermos flask thrown from a train You go ahead, and I'll follow my phobia down Going up like a body rejecting a heart Going down like Neanderthal Man in the chart You go ahead and I'll follow my phobia down |
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from Godley & Creme - Freeze Frame (2005)
I spend the night with Radio Luxembourg
Pop music crackles me to sleep I tune the dial to Radio Luxembourg It's better than counting sheep I wrote away to Radio Caroline I need to hear your saddest reggae song And I'll wallow like a zombie in it Tear up my Ipi Tombi ticket Let chocolate buttons limbo under my tongue I've never liked the taste of Lucozade Another sip of hospital champagne Charge your glasses "Radio Luxembourg" Get well soon Get well soon Get well soon Am I the only one tuned in to Luxembourg tonight Do they only programme music to accompany my cough Lousy words and drab percussion Fading in and out of Russian I haven't got the strength to turn it off Get well soon, get well soon Get well soon, get well soon Get well soon, get well soon 208 - fabulous - 208 Fabulous - 208 - fabulous - 208 Contagious flu cold faint Contagious flu cold faint Contagious flu cold faint Contagious flu! I'm getting better thanks to Luxembourg But I didn't stop to thank the radio Today when I was downstairs eating It's Ever Ready heart stopped beating Was it just coincidence, who knows? Get well soon, get well soon |
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from Godley & Creme - Freeze Frame (2005)
I pity inanimate objects
Because they can't move From specks of dust to paperweights Or a pound note sealed in resin Plastic Santas in perpetual underwater snowstorms Sculptures that appear to be moving But aren't I feel sorry for them all What are they thinking When they arrive at a place Do they sigh with disappointment And when they leave Do they have regrets? Is a sofa as happy in one corner As it is in another And how does the room feel about it? I pity inanimate objects I pity inanimate objects I pity inanimate objects I pity them all Physics isn't fair Is a tree as a rocking horse An ambition fulfilled And is the sawdust jealous? I worry about these things Peppercorns don't move Until they contaminate the ice-cream Three weeks later Is the gold in Fort Knox happy gold? I care about these things Some things are better left alone Grains of sand prefer their own company But magnets are two faced No choice for sugar But what choice could there be But to drown in coffee or to drown in tea The frustrations of being inanimate Maybe its better that way The fewer the moving parts The less there is to go wrong I wonder about these things I pity inanimate objects I pity inanimate objects I pity inanimate objects I pity them all |
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Mugshots, mugshots
Mugshots, mugshots I was just a lonely boy Every day a different toy I fell in love with Hubcap Jenny And she fell in love with me She taught me how to steal a car And sling a brick She taught me what the coppers are And how and where to kick 'em Mugshots I'm taking her advice Mugshots 'Cause Hubcap Jenny's nice I was just an only child Running free and running wild But I stole one hubcap too many And the law came down on me They taught me how to give salutes And take some stick To know the sound of policeman's boots And now and then to lick 'em They taught me how to sleep at night In the lion's den Forget about the dynamite And dream of Hubcap Jenny Shoot 'em in black and white Bring me the prints tonight I know, you know there's a mug in the shot! Mugshots "Where were you on the night in question?" Mugshots "I was home in bed M'Lord" Mugshots "I submit that last suggestion" Mugshots "Puts him in contempt of court" Mugshots "I'd give you proof but there isn't any" Mugshots "And there my lord I rest my case" Mugshots "There's no such girl as Hubcap Jenny" Mugshots "We have no record of her face in the mugshots" Shoot 'em in black and white Bring me the prints tonight I know you know there's a mug in the shot! Give me a hint of style Give me "The Kray Profile" I know you know there's a mug in the shot! |
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Early warning
Stranger on the radar Ripple in the wavelength Leave it in the hands of fate Nobody noticed the difference in the readout The sadness in the answer A twist in the logic P.E.R.S.O.N.A.L.I.T.Y. P.E.R.S.O.N.A.L.I.T.Y. Low-key discussions Rumble round the test-bed Egg-heads in a huddle A softening of the solid-state Static alphabet Rigid stabbing monotone There's positive or negative But no inbetween Are you blind? Are you looking through a broken pair of eyes Are you ill-equipped to hear me? Random brainwave Groping for receivers Are you deaf? Are you one of the cogs Too busy probing the pleasure centres of dogs To get near me Nobody noticed The difference in the readout The sadness in the answer A twist in the logic |
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White heat, grey stone
White heat, grey stone White heat, grey stone Wish you were here White heat, sizzling Thinking of Brazilia White heat, sizzling Thinking of Brazilia White heat, grey stone Thinking of Brazilia White heat, hollow Thinking of Brazilia White heat, always Wish you were here Thinking of Brazilia White heat, grey stone White heat, grey stone Lonely is Brazilia White heat, hot, vast, crisp, empty No more "Yariva, yariva" Wish you were here White heat, grey stone Show me Brazilia And I'll show you no Mardi Gras In the glass Cantina White heat, grey stone White heat, grey stone White heat, grey stone Is anybody there White heat, sizzling, sizzling, sizzling, sizzling Is anybody there Is anybody there Hello Is anybody there Brazilia Wish you were here Is anybody there? Big mistake, Brazilia Brazilia. Open air museum. Wish you were here. |
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A public face...
A private eye... A patent shoe... A wider belt... A deeper sigh... A leaking pen... A shrunken head... An open file... A broken jaw... An alibi... A jumped up fee... A ceiling fan... Hear no evil See no evil Speak no evil Hear no evil See no evil Speak no evil A heinous crime It wasn't meant to be A body blow On the table waiting A paperweight Crashing through the cigar smoke The answer no Now I can't remember Hat check girl Found necking with a Siamese twin Dabs on glass She should have burned the gloves she lost An alien key Turning Walls have ears Burning A vital clue... A public face... A private eye... Hear no evil See no evil Speak no evil Hear no evil See no evil Speak no evil |
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I find myself a child again
Asleep in Baby Lotion The air was thick With Scalextric And the cars were in slow motion Going up like an air bubble caught in a vein Going down like a thermos flask thrown from a train You go ahead, and I'll follow my phobia down I cried myself to sleep because They wouldn't leave the light on I clawed the rails With broken nails Now there's nothing left to bite on Going up like an air bubble caught in a vein Going down like a thermos flask thrown from a train You go ahead, and I'll follow my phobia down Going up like the corners of Dali's moustache Going down like the United in the Munich air crash You go ahead and I'll follow my phobia down Splendour in the grass Freeze Frame A splintering of glass Steam train Stop you're going too fast Please Freeze Frame Frame, Freeze Frame, Freeze Frame Please Freeze I asked my mum about the stains in the kitchen She said, "Bang you're dead" and truth is stranger than fiction Truth is stranger than fiction I find myself designing rooms that Never let the light in With no way in and No way out And a space to fly my kite in Going up like an air bubble caught in a vein Going down like a thermos flask thrown from a train You go ahead, and I'll follow my phobia down Going up like a body rejecting a heart Going down like Neanderthal Man in the chart You go ahead and I'll follow my phobia down |
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I spend the night with Radio Luxembourg
Pop music crackles me to sleep I tune the dial to Radio Luxembourg It's better than counting sheep I wrote away to Radio Caroline I need to hear your saddest reggae song And I'll wallow like a zombie in it Tear up my Ipi Tombi ticket Let chocolate buttons limbo under my tongue I've never liked the taste of Lucozade Another sip of hospital champagne Charge your glasses "Radio Luxembourg" Get well soon Get well soon Get well soon Am I the only one tuned in to Luxembourg tonight Do they only programme music to accompany my cough Lousy words and drab percussion Fading in and out of Russian I haven't got the strength to turn it off Get well soon, get well soon Get well soon, get well soon Get well soon, get well soon 208 - fabulous - 208 Fabulous - 208 - fabulous - 208 Contagious flu cold faint Contagious flu cold faint Contagious flu cold faint Contagious flu! I'm getting better thanks to Luxembourg But I didn't stop to thank the radio Today when I was downstairs eating It's Ever Ready heart stopped beating Was it just coincidence, who knows? Get well soon, get well soon |
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I pity inanimate objects
Because they can't move From specks of dust to paperweights Or a pound note sealed in resin Plastic Santas in perpetual underwater snowstorms Sculptures that appear to be moving But aren't I feel sorry for them all What are they thinking When they arrive at a place Do they sigh with disappointment And when they leave Do they have regrets? Is a sofa as happy in one corner As it is in another And how does the room feel about it? I pity inanimate objects I pity inanimate objects I pity inanimate objects I pity them all Physics isn't fair Is a tree as a rocking horse An ambition fulfilled And is the sawdust jealous? I worry about these things Peppercorns don't move Until they contaminate the ice-cream Three weeks later Is the gold in Fort Knox happy gold? I care about these things Some things are better left alone Grains of sand prefer their own company But magnets are two faced No choice for sugar But what choice could there be But to drown in coffee or to drown in tea The frustrations of being inanimate Maybe its better that way The fewer the moving parts The less there is to go wrong I wonder about these things I pity inanimate objects I pity inanimate objects I pity inanimate objects I pity them all |
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Mugshots, mugshots
Mugshots, mugshots I was just a lonely boy Every day a different toy I fell in love with Hubcap Jenny And she fell in love with me She taught me how to steal a car And sling a brick She taught me what the coppers are And how and where to kick 'em Mugshots I'm taking her advice Mugshots 'Cause Hubcap Jenny's nice I was just an only child Running free and running wild But I stole one hubcap too many And the law came down on me They taught me how to give salutes And take some stick To know the sound of policeman's boots And now and then to lick 'em They taught me how to sleep at night In the lion's den Forget about the dynamite And dream of Hubcap Jenny Shoot 'em in black and white Bring me the prints tonight I know, you know there's a mug in the shot! Mugshots "Where were you on the night in question?" Mugshots "I was home in bed M'Lord" Mugshots "I submit that last suggestion" Mugshots "Puts him in contempt of court" Mugshots "I'd give you proof but there isn't any" Mugshots "And there my lord I rest my case" Mugshots "There's no such girl as Hubcap Jenny" Mugshots "We have no record of her face in the mugshots" Shoot 'em in black and white Bring me the prints tonight I know you know there's a mug in the shot! Give me a hint of style Give me "The Kray Profile" I know you know there's a mug in the shot! |
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Early warning
Stranger on the radar Ripple in the wavelength Leave it in the hands of fate Nobody noticed the difference in the readout The sadness in the answer A twist in the logic P.E.R.S.O.N.A.L.I.T.Y. P.E.R.S.O.N.A.L.I.T.Y. Low-key discussions Rumble round the test-bed Egg-heads in a huddle A softening of the solid-state Static alphabet Rigid stabbing monotone There's positive or negative But no inbetween Are you blind? Are you looking through a broken pair of eyes Are you ill-equipped to hear me? Random brainwave Groping for receivers Are you deaf? Are you one of the cogs Too busy probing the pleasure centres of dogs To get near me Nobody noticed The difference in the readout The sadness in the answer A twist in the logic |
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from Godley & Creme - The History Mix Volume 1 (2001)
Demented New York athletes staggering round the block
Deformed Chicanos pour in, Chicago's rolling stock Digital bathrooms drilling for furs Surgical stockings marked his and hers Guggenheim attitudes abck to back With Jewish Baroque No way street - no way street Happy to see you, you have a nice day! Defecting russian dance into Hockney prints Exclusive to Bloomingdales, gift-wrapped in red From the land of blue rinse They boggle at menus in Olde English verse "Ode to a burger" by Keats at his worst The hissing of omelettes the breaking of legs Don't shoot till you see the whites of their eggs The pnk fillet mignon looks black on the negs Strange apparatus You've never seen Srange apparatus, ever stranger theme Street alligators Big Anglophile Will navigate us through a change of style I came, I saw what manner of beast is this New York, you talk a little bit left of centre A scream, a shout New York is throwing its weight about Walk tall, walk straight, spit the world right in the eye The stronger the wood the straighter the arrow Dismembered hopeful My-Lai veterans queing for sleaze "Sorry no dogs, no fags, no shriners, and no amputees" Sexual athlete applies dor audition Willing to make it in any position Just one of the extras with blood on their faces In snow-white and the seven basket cases I'm happy and dopey and dirty in places No way street No way street Lock up your daughters, Avon crawling! Devoted collectors of paraphernalia out walking the rock Battle and bitch for the ultimate kitch Of a crucifix clock Two miniature romans, running on rails Appear every hour and bang in the nails I've got to have it, Christ, I gotta bet the first On your block Disturbing facts about Nazi splinter groups seen on the news They're picketing synagogues and claiming that Hitler was King of the Jews Caught in the tunnel an ambulance howls A men's room attendant is flapping his jowls Sssh, Howard Johnson is moving his bowels. Strange apparatus You've never seen Strange apparatus, even stranger theme Street alligators Big Anglophile Will navigate us through a change of style Strange apparatus You've never seen Strange apparatus, even stranger theme Walk straight, walk tall, spit the world right in the eye The stronger the wood, the straighter the arrow No way street - no way street ..... |
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The man at the back of the queue was sent
To feel the smack of firm government Linger by the flyposter, for a fight It's the same story every night I've been hurt and we've been had You leave home, and you don't go back Someone told me Monday, someone told me Saturday Wait until tomorrow and there's still no way Read it in a book or write it in a letter Wake up in the morning and there's still no guarantee Only last night I found myself lost By the station called King's Cross Dead and wounded on either side You know it's only a matter of time I've been good and I've been bad I've been guilty of hanging around Someone told me Monday, someone told me Saturday Wait until tomorrow and there's still no way Read it in a book or write it in a letter Wake up in the morning and there's still no guarantee So I went looking out today For the one who got away Murder walking round the block Ending up in King's Cross Good luck, bad luck waiting in a line It takes more than the matter of time Someone told me Monday, someone told me Saturday Wait until tomorrow and there's still no way Read it in a book or write it in a letter Wake up in the morning and there's still no guarantee Someone told me Monday, someone told me Saturday Wait until tomorrow and there's still no way Read it in a book or write it in a letter Wake up in the morning and there's still no guarantee And there's still no guarantee There is still no guarantee |
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[Chorus:]
Save me a mountain to climb Save me a river to cross At midnight the sound of the stockyard trains Wail in the distance and rattle my chains Save me a valley like the one in the distance Save me a canyon to swallow this jail I wanna stand outside and feel the rain when it falls Breathe the air on the other side of these walls Save a mountain for me Save a mountain for me It sounds like a choir when the chaingangs shout Save me a mountain for when I get out Save me a desert, just me and the sand Save me a sea to sail In my heart I know I'm too weak to be strong I've been wasting away in this jail for too long Save a mountain for me Save a mountain for me It's like a choir of fallen angels when the chaingangs shout Save me a mountain for when I get out "Has the jury reached a verdict?" "We have your honour." "How does the jury find?" "We find the defendant guilty." "Do the defendants have anything to say on their behalf Before the court pronounces sentence?" [Chorus] If only I could tie all these dreams together I could break out of the big house and run forever Save a mountain for me Oh save a mountain for me It's like a choir of fallen angels when the chaingangs shout Save me a mountain for when I get out Save a mountain for me Save it, save it Save a mountain for me It sounds like a choir when the chaingangs shout Save a mountain for me Save a mountain for when I get out I need a mountain Save a mountain. |
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