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He said 'I wanna shine in the eye of Orion But I drove my soul through the Black Hole' She said 'That's a wonderful way to wake me But you weren't so nice last night You're such an asshole when you're drunk' And he said 'At least I'm okay in the mornings' He said 'The three wise men came a long way Following that pin hole in the sky Yeah, that one right there' She said 'I don't believe in any old Jesus If there was a God, then why is my arse The perfect height for kicking?' And he said, 'I'll shine for you' He said, 'I'll burn for you' He said, 'I will shine for you That's what I'll do' He said 'They're like headlights In the rear view mirror They're closer than they seem And from this gutter we're still staring at the stars' She said 'Would ya go ape shite Last night all you did was curse those stars Cuz they sang to you of hope' He said 'The sun gives life, and it takes it away But like all the greats, it'll burn out someday' She said 'I don't mind, I don't wanna get bored I don't wanna end up beached on this shore I wanna be that star I wanna be that star Oh, let me be that star I wanna be that star And then I can shine for you And then I'll burn for you I'll shine for you That's what I'll do.. |
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from Bell X1 - Flock (2008)
When your hand brushed against mine
I thought I'd collapse I'm no rolling stone I gather too much moss Maybe it's 'cos I'm getting A little bit older But oh how your neck Flows to your shoulder It draws me, it draws me to your flame I wanna be near you And blink in your light And toast marshmallows On a cold dark night By your flame Your flesh it melts in my mouth Like Holy Communion But you don't really care for Jesus now do you? A photograph of this love Hangs on my wall I would dare to speak its name If I knew what it was called I would dare to speak its name If I knew what it was called Rattle the one who's shadow You're standing in Under the branches after It's been raining On your flame I wanna be near you And blink in your light And toast marshmallows On a cold dark night By your flame Your brought your flame Into the chambers of my heart You brought your flame Where all's been condemned to dark And now your flame Spits shadows on my walls Shadow on my walls |
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from Bell X1 - Flock (2008)
You left it, i sent it I want it back You left it, i sent it I want it back If i had you here, i`d clip your wings Snap you up and leave you sprawling on my pin This plan of mine is oh so very lame Can`t you see the grass is greener where it rains You left, i died, I went and you cried You came, i think But i never really know I`ve served my time I`ve watched you climb The wrong incline But what do i know Accept it, don`t let it Turn the screw Accept it, and let it Scream back at you Now this applies both equally to you and i The only thing we share Is the same sky These empty metaphors They`re all in vain Like can`t you see the grass is greener where it rains You left, i died, I went and you cried You came, i think But i never really know I`ve served my time I`ve watched you climb The wrong incline But what do i know In the garden snake was a charmin` And eve said let`s give it a try Now lead us not into temptation But no matter how hard i try When in the garden and Snake is a charmin` And eve says let`s give it a try Eve is the apple of my eye And i lie behind you And a cradle you in the palm of me And i pat your hair down I think will we sink or swim? `Cause we could do either on a whim |
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from Bell X1 - Flock (2008)
Somewhere in this sea of Club Milks
Tea and ashtray, there is a song I'm in the crow's nest with binoculars Just waiting for one to come along I've seen the flare so I know it's there Has me tied up at a rate of knots No navigation, global positioning Just me and this midnight oil So take me to your king I hear he's the man to see And I will cross his palm My first born for a song My first born for a song My first born for a song My first born for a song Somewhere in this froth and howling wind There's something worth singing Climb into the attic to write me a classic But it's not happening, it's just Christmas up here Between the phone calls and text messages The air must be thick with words, but not between us Shoulder to grindstone, switching to manual Keep the head down and I'll see you at the end So take me to your king I hear he's the man to see And I will cross his palm My first born for a song My first born for a song My first born for a song My first born for a song Take me to your king I hear he's the man to see And I will cross his palm I will cross his palm I will cross his palm My first born for a song My first born for a song My first born for a song My first born for a song |
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from Bell X1 - Flock (2008)
There is a darkness to these jaded days
Maybe it's a seasonal affected disorder Or maybe we're just s.a.d. There is photosynthesis We crane our necks for sunlight There's a different sun for everyone And it's bigger than me, this sun is bigger Yeah it's bigger than me, this sun is bigger So much more to eat, this sun is bigger To be bigger than me, this sun is bigger There is a vacuum There are boys with toys These toys of coldness And a smart arse There is a cuckoo Who's been and lain in my nest And the egg is hatching And Christ I'll never be able to feed it 'Cos it's bigger than me, this chick is bigger Yeah it's bigger than me, this chick is bigger So much more to eat, this chick is bigger To be bigger than me, this chick is bigger Oh yeah! I should welcome all Both fallow and fertile I should welcome all Both circumcised and gentile But I can be so, so elsewhere And I can be so, so cold There is a world So full of people Full of love and shrapnel Full of bag ladies and bag ladies and Wicker men And it's bigger than me, this world is bigger Yea it's bigger than me, this world is bigger Still so much more to eat, this world is bigger To be bigger than me, this world is bigger Am I a stone? Am I a sponge? |
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from Bell X1 - Flock (2008)
When I wake in the morning
Of a bad skin day And I can't face my lover On a bad skin day Am I this alone? Volcano has erupted And the ash sails down And I'm a poor soul of Pompeii Oh Christ I'm such a drama queen On a bad skin day And you're far from me You're all far from me Right where I want you to be Far from me I could've got a job I could've been a contender, when I never??br>But the streak is only so long They're all different shades Of the same song There's a wind in these sails, feels like I'm always waiting??br>For the gold in them there hills, feels like I'm never??br>Them there hills And they're far from me Someday we'll all wear a crown Far from me Someday we'll be the fairest of them all So far from me Someday we'll have an Open top bus parade For from me Someday we'll do the Sorry sorry charade It feels like we're always waiting It feels like we're never leading |
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from Bell X1 - Flock (2008)
Natalie always seem to notice
These traces of our lives before this But Natalie always seemed to notice me She said we must leave, uproot, erase this For this is the kind of love that maims us And I won't be happy 'til Somebody looses an eye Tell me, do you see me as a shadow In the yawn of the evening? Don't leave me to those Who would believe me When I sell them Kiss and tell them Natalie I'll have no truck with all of this madness I still see her arm thrown over his shoulder Like a noose But worn noose You say you want me to Stay here with yours And all those here who would Kill me and mine If I had a hatch, I'd batten it down Tell me, do you see me as a shadow In the yawn of the evening? Don't leave me to those Who would believe me When I sell them Kiss and tell them History is written by the winners Yea this history is written by the winners And I want my say |
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from Bell X1 - Flock (2008)
Cute whores on every corner
Puttin' out, they're puttin' out And there's many a kerb crawler, a boy racer Fine young men with their spoilers spoiled Hail fella, well met Makin' V's like Nixon A comb over and sweat Cute whores in the corridors of power Throwin' shapes, atin' grapes The wink and elbow language of delight Has been seduced by the dark side We are the babies that they kissed And ours is the flesh that they pressed Yeah, they're good for a reacharound Always good for a reacharound Oh, they're good for a reacharound Always good for a reacharound Cute whores on every corner They're puttin' out, puttin' out As with most things here, it's hard to pin down It sticks to your clothes, it's airborne It's been long celebrated As something to make us proud All this movin' and shakin' in Envelopes so brown Always good for a reacharound Always good for a reacharound Always good for a reacharound Always good for a reacharound Always good for a reacharound Always good for a reacharound Always good for a reacharound Always good for a reacharound Always good for a reacharound Always good for a reacharound |
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from Bell X1 - Flock (2008)
On the telephone
On the message board On the toilet wall Telemarket poll By sign language By a pigeon carriage By pressing red Fastest thumbs in the west We're waiting For fun, friendship and maybe more Fun, friendship and maybe more I am the man down I'm gonna lose my leg so just gimme the whiskey and let's go Yes I covet my neighbour's wife And yes I covet my neighbour's goods Don't get too close I might take a swipe And friendly fire still burns He said She said This is not a good time How about the New World Wine Or a set of shiny steak knives $29.95 I went for a video I came back with a tan I came back with a tan Still they gazed and their wonder grew In this world of it might just be you Watch them slip on the hamster wheel Tears give good TV He said She said |
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from Bell X1 - Flock (2008)
She had mixed me
With someone she once seen Projected on her screen Now I'm blue tacked above her feet So go lightly don't wake her Let her dream Reflecting off the roof The whole world, it shimmers for you On a tree lined road My body took leave of my soul 'Hold on tight oblivion' she screams She's so strong when she's Digging into me My head almost broke my heart Perfection takes me years To unravel and maul apart The Trampoline is getting torn Landing hard and taking off What now must I use To get us both airborne I press green to play But the dial tone encores for me I try to dodge the cracks So not to hex it or paint it black I'm starting feel tremor of faith But never before on this scale You and I Always had someone to talk us down You and I Learned how to live without solid ground You and I Jump up and down on These straining ties That were guaranteed to bind |
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from Bell X1 - Flock (2008)
I've got your blood
Under my fingernails And it feels like I could Never wash it away Well, how about that? I could never do that What do you know about that? I could never do that I've been waiting for your blood To appear on my hands And there it was Under very different circumstances And it's a clanging symbol To end this drum roll It's a clanging symbol To end this drum roll I've been walking you Into those lamposts again But I'd rather do that than Let go of your hand I've been watching your fingers Straddle the neck of your guitar Since you said they'd buckle Like the legs of a new born foal But they're still standing Making those sweet mongrel chord shapes Yeah, they're still standing And you got the middle one raised to me 'Cause I've been walking you Into those lamposts again I'd rather do that than Let go of your hand I've been walking you Into those lamposts again But I'd rather do that than Let go of your hand I feel you from me Braithim uaim tu I feel you from me I've been walking you Into those lamposts again I'd rather do that than Let go of your hand I've been walking you Into those lamposts again I'd rather do that than Let go of your hand |
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from Bell X1 - Music In Mouth (2005)
I need some crayon light
I need some colouring in I need somebody who's going to give in I need my own moon landing I need a mission to Mars I need to carry out repairs by the light of your star You say you're missing my voice now Yea, I'm missing it too I'm missing my voice when it's talking to you I'm hearing your voice now And here I go again Coming over like mist be coming rain All this serves to tell me Is maybe there's no ladders in this game at all All this serves to tell me is maybe only snakes Like the one in the garden that has to crawl All this serves to tell me Is maybe there's no ladders in this game at all All this serves to tell me is maybe only snakes Like the one in the garden fucked it all I need to smile like an Angel I need to smile like a Fool I need to smile like I'm pissing In your swimming pool |
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from Bell X1 - Music In Mouth (2005)
I should have known
By the arc of the empty wine glass I should have known 'Cause you step on, don't walk over cracks Looking over my shoulder To see you looking back over yours But you were paying the ferryman Even after Chris said don't But you're not Maud Gonne Not Maud Gonne No you're not Maude Gonne You're not Maud Gonne But then again neither was she The only one talking now Is my alphabet soup I'd say you'd like children But you couldn't eat a whole one The only one talking now Is my alphabet soup And he's on a loop I should have known But I only caught a glimpse I should have known It was a beautiful Red wine soaked glimpse I was other peoples' children I could always be sent home In front of someone else's Blue screen For someone else's show What's that you're saying to me Tomato coated spaghetti? It's gonna be OK |
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from Bell X1 - Music In Mouth (2005)
I went 'round to stand in your hall
To watch you descend While your taxi slowed Outside my home For the last drive by I went 'round for to fill your sail What a way to wake What a way to wake We're cracking with the break of day And God gave us guts To have feelings, to spill But why would you let them show When they look like this What a way to wake What a way to wake We're cracking with the break of day Break the day Break the day With your fire light We'll break the day |
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from Bell X1 - Music In Mouth (2005)
You left it, I sent it
I want it back You left it, I sent it I want it back If I had you here, I'd clip your wings Snap you up and leave you sprawling on my pin This plan of mine is oh so very lame Can't you see the grass is greener where it rains You left, I died, I went and you cried You came, I think But I never really know I've served my time I've watched you climb The wrong incline But what do I know Accept it, Don't let it Turn the screw Accept it, And let it Scream back at you Now this applies both equally to you and I The only thing we share Is the same sky These empty metaphors They're all in vain Like can't you see the grass is greener where it rains In the garden Snake was a charmin' And Eve said let's give it a try Now lead us not into temptation But no matter how hard I try When in the garden and Snake is a charmin' And Eve says let's give it a try Eve is the apple of my eye And I lie behind you And a cradle you in the palm of me And I pat your hair down I think will we sink or swim? 'Cause we could do either on a whim |
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from Bell X1 - Music In Mouth (2005)
It was part of our experiment
Went you said go and I went Like a gooseberry on Noah's ark I watched them file in two by two And I set sail without you And we were carried on the flood of your tears Time pulls a face when I'm next to you Let's hope the wind changes Time pulled a face when I'm next to you Let's hope the wind changes Now I'm looking for dry land As all this crying subsides But I'm like Columbus in India I'm a little all over the shop Like those souvenirs from Knock That come all the way from China Time pulls a face when I'm next to you Let's hope the wind changes Time pulled a face when I'm next to you Let's hope the wind changes 'cause we'd be stuck in this place For an age or two I hope the wind changes And the vacuum in space will draw me to you I hope the wind changes I'm not over you, can I get back under |
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from Bell X1 - Music In Mouth (2005)
Out into pitch black
Where the moon lay upon its back Driving deep into the throat Of the countryside Strapped tight into Centre of scene Starry open attic night No headline hits happen here About what do I write So sad the pull I feel Is a push into out of sight Hard not to look behind When there's something On your back On your soul On your mind Let time pass by Circles fly Time can wet and roll a Tear from the eye Strapped tight into Centre of scene Starry open attic night No headline hits happen here About what do I write So sad the pull I feel Is a push into out of sight |
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from Bell X1 - Music In Mouth (2005)
This one's for you
This one's for me This one's for you This one's for me I've got a nervous feeling over you But who am I fooling, I like airline food I need to feel whole I need to feel young again I need to be bold and start using my tongue again They can laugh as they cry They can cut till I bleed But I ain't losing 'Cos this one's for me |
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from Bell X1 - Music In Mouth (2005)
I'll finish this jigsaw
I'll find the pieces behind the couch I dream we were slow dancing I dream I knew your name Between sleep and waking we're drinking flavored vodka in bed And when I wake I'm all the King's horses and all King's men I make wild laughing rivers From streams Above white water noise No-one can hear my screams I threw my eyes to heaven And I asked for a sign They said I can get back my yesterday If I cross the date line But I'm sick of all this hope Sometimes the stars are not enough I'm sick of all this hope Sometimes the stars are too much I make wild laughing rivers From streams Above white water noise No-one can hear my screams Quite please |
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from Bell X1 - Music In Mouth (2005)
My book has more bookmarks than pages
Cause it take me ages Or is everybody reading Is everybody reading Standing on a black Ulster hill I never fear the chill Cause everybody's holding Everybody's holding I wouldn't swap the pain For never knowing you I wouldn't swap the pain It was worth it for the view My book has more bookmarks than pages Cause it take me ages Or is everybody reading Is everybody reading Of a sparkling Medusa With snakes of cerise and blue And though we're all pillars of salt now It was worth is for the view I wouldn't swap the pain For never knowing you I wouldn't swap the pain Cause it was worth it for the view We're still watching Your rainbow through the shower And we still see you In every sunflower We're still watching I make days from the hours And I still see you In every sunflower Every screaming sunflower And how they scream of you |
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from Bell X1 - Music In Mouth (2005)
I'll See Your Heart And I'll Raise You Mine
By Bell X1 What's with the angel and what's with the devil They keep swapping shoulders and I can't tell which from which "Will you be my Kriskindle? Will you be my better nature?" says one to the other But I think they're only showing off I caught them play poker and I think it was the devil who said "I'll see your heart and I'll raise you mine" Yea, they keep swapping shoulders I think there's something going on "Will you be my sweet pea? Will you be the card up my sleeve?" says one to the other and this time they hold their gaze for too long Now they're playing poker and this time it's the angel who says "I'll see your heart and I'll raise you mine" This is the story of the angel who played poker with the devil in the Garden of Eden before it all went pear shaped They said "I'll see your heart and I'll raise you mine" |
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from Bell X1 - Blue Lights On The Runway (2009)
She was only just a girl in a picture
But he thought if I could only make her smile Then she'd be mine He'd folded it, re-folded it so many times He'd already lost some of her to the creases Precious pieces He wondered how close he's ever been to her In this ebb and flow of the distance between us Maybe she got the same bus And he left a trail of string wherever he went When he was sleepin', he tied it to his toe If she crossed it, then he'd know But he knew That all was unravelling And he was bare Stripped of his skin Like the ribs of a broken umbrella Sticking out of a bin He'd pull his collar up against the wind Against those who said that trying was the first step to failing Oh he was railing And filled with newfound purpose and pride He'd make something of this heady glow Now where would she go? But what do I know Cos all was unravelling And he was bare Stripped of his skin Like the ribs of a broken umbrella Sticking out of a bin But he knew how to fix it, Dear Liza, Dear Liza With time's great elixir, Dear Liza, Dear Liza She was only just a girl in a picture But he thought if I could only make her smile Then she'd be mine Oh the thought of being faced with her Give him the fear and sometimes in the morning a tent Oh lord give him strength Cos he knew That all was unravelling And he was bare Stripped of his skin Like the ribs of a broken umbrella Sticking out of a bin |
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from Bell X1 - Blue Lights On The Runway (2009)
My tongue is scaling the north face of the neck
And we're glaring like warriors But I've a feeling you won't look at me that way In the morning Cause lately you seem less sure of this thing You're like Bambi on ice And there's something in the flash of your arms A certain longing Kick the can I can see you now Behind that temper and ire Mister Wolf knows what time it is He says "It's dinner time!" I don't know what you're carrying Or how your heart is wired But there's a dangerous ticking I cut the red one No, the blue one I cut the red one No, the blue one I cut the red one I cut the red one I cut the blue one Raking over the embers and what I come across Raking over the embers and what I come across Is that you Combing your hair? And is that me Eating an egg? And I'll be there I'll be there I'll be there Like John Boy is there My tongue is scaling the north face of the neck And we're glaring like warriors But I've a feeling you won't look at me that way I've a feeling you won't look at me that way I've a feeling you won't look at me that way In the morning Is this how it goes? These two final throws? Is this how it goes? These two final throws? |
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from Bell X1 - Blue Lights On The Runway (2009)
I am the defector
And you’re the farmer’s daughter You been teasing us farm boys Till we start talkin’ about those rabbits, George Oh won’t you tell us ‘bout those rabbits, George I am the defector I give it what it need Let’s make a new world order Let’s make it rhyme You’re the chocolate at the end of my Cornetto I love the way your underwire bra Always sets off that Xray machine Comin’ into land and Now I love the colour of it all Blue lights on the runway I love the colour of it all I am the defector ‘Cause someone stirred my soul With that great big stick of hers Kinda looks like an oar The accountants have taken the movie Yeah, they’re on set The people from the mobile phone company Say who gets to play and who gets to not You’re a picture of the check out girl Hand me a plastic bag I got the sweats trying to open it As it all piles up, I wish I didn’t bite my nails Comin’ into land and Now I love the colour of it all Blue lights on the runway I love the colour of it all Getting ready to spill my guts and I love the colour of it all To the waitress on roller skates I love the colour of it all Oh the colour of it all I am the great defector So I must affect an air Of a man who’s maybe seen too much But still just manages to care Still you’re the chocolate at the end of my Cornetto I love the way your underwire bra Always sets off that Xray machine Comin’ into land and Now I love the colour of it all Blue lights on the runway I love the colour of it all Getting ready to spill my guts and I love the colour of it all To the, to the waitress on roller skates I love the colour of it all Oh the colour of it all Waitress on roller skates Waitress on roller skates (Love the colour of it all) Waitress on roller skates Waitress on roller skates Waitress on roller skates Waitress on roller skates (Love the colour of it all) Waitress on roller skates Love the colour of it all Love the colour of it all |
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from Bell X1 - Blue Lights On The Runway (2009)
I should know my time and place
I'm Tuesday's child without the grace Bring your canary, bring your flame There's a rich seam of windy in my coal mine We're just blow ins on the storm of time Yeah, we're just stopping for a while Bucket of water to separate Those horny dogs of church and state God of ego, God of lies Pushes us to the corner of our own lives We're just blow ins on the storm of time Yeah, we're just stopping for a while I am the magpie when all's shiny and new I can't help myself, I pick a pocket or two And if all time was but a day We'd show up around midnight and say hey 'Cause we're just blow ins on the storm of time Yeah, we're just stopping for a while |
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from Bell X1 - Blue Lights On The Runway (2009)
I'd say life's a different story when you're facing certain death.
I wonder, "Did they kick back when they knew the game was up?" Static on the radio ain't no soundtrack for this end; Stick on a bit of Wagner, and we'll go down. Let's see if we skim. Maybe there's no time for grand exits and pause; Twisting of propellers chopping at the froth. And as she turned to Fred, she saw the fear in his eyes. And whatever was between them was heavy in the last word he said: Amelia Or, maybe they went on to grow oranges and pears On their own island, Amelia and Fred. She'd dance for him in the evenings as the red sun fell. He'd sit there smiling up at her thinking, "This is just swell. Take me now." Some say she resurfaced as a Tokyo Rose; Talking on the radio, telling sweet lies. But remember when the farmer asked, "Have you flown far?" She just smiled back at him and said, "I've come from America." Amelia Time has cast its shadow; the story lost its legs. Our favourite missing person still rears her head; Not on a milk carton, just some bones on a beach That just might be a tall white girl called Amelia. It's just like flying... |
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from Bell X1 - Blue Lights On The Runway (2009)
Is this room getting smaller or is it just me?
I pace myself, brace myself, trying not to breath Oh, these walls are closing in on me like the Death Star bin Oh, that'll learn me, that'll squeeze out all the sin This world is bearing down on me like a fish-eye lens And when it comes down to it, do I have any real friends? How long were those monkeys typing to make all Billy's work? I've some way to go yet, I'll finish this one first Something's gotta give I'm a failing restaurant, all expectant and sad With one eye on the door, playing cards out the back I'm love me, love me, love me, I'm a small bit of a prick I got the meat sweats from this realpolitik Sometimes I can see you shining in the night There's Polly and Gillian and your man in the big suit Spitting out confetti that wallops with a kiss And I'm left thinking I wanna be a better band I wanna be a better band This is it, what are you crying for? This is it, were you expecting more? This is it, what are you crying for? This is it, were you expecting more? I wanna be a better band This is it, what are you crying for? This is it, were you expecting more? This is it, what are you crying for? This is it, were you expecting more? I wanna be a better band I wanna be a better band, oh I wanna be a better band I wanna be a better band, oh And shoot fire from my hands Fire from my hands Shoot fire from my hands |
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from Bell X1 - Blue Lights On The Runway (2009)
You're so pretty and I'm so lame
You're ever changing, I stay the same You give good sermon, I say bad grace My food for the soul it leaves a bad taste You save yourself, I'm saved by the bell Never left my head, I've no story to tell You save yourself, I'm saved by the bell Never left my head, I've no story to tell I was doing fine when I was breastfed I blame it on the milkman on my deathbed Yeah, I was doing swell when I was breastfed Pasteurize, homogenize, he said You've got convictions, I've got fence arse I'm nowhere near the cliff but I can see the drop I'm all sound and fury, I'm smoke without fire I see your watermark when I hold you to the light You're so pretty, I'm so lame Cleanliness is closer to godliness they say Well now what does that mean? If you can be God, well I can be clean I was doing fine when I was breastfed I blame it on the milkman on my deathbed Yeah, I was doing swell when I was breastfed Pasteurize, homogenize, he said You're so pretty and I'm so lame You're so pretty and I'm so lame You're so pretty and I'm so lame You're so pretty and I'm so lame You're so pretty and I'm so lame You're so pretty and I'm so lame You're so pretty and I'm so lame You're so pretty and I'm so lame I was doing fine when I was breastfed I blame it on the milkman on my deathbed Yeah, I was doing swell when I was breastfed Pasteurize, homogenize, he said |
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from Bell X1 - Blue Lights On The Runway (2009)
The dog-eared Disprin in your handbag
A gathering of crumbs and twenty fags I'd steal some chewing gum, a few stray coins I'm sure you noticed but didn't much mind H-oh And so it goes H-oh Here I am, in the condiment aisle I'm worried about my basil from Isreal and new world wine I need to lose these poses, reset my charms To when I left the factory in your arms Singing h-oh H-oh And so it goes But the words on the page start to swim As light catches your face, you're smiling This must be what all the fuss is about H-oh H-oh H-oh You're trying to talk to me, all grateful and smiles I'm glued to the TV, giving one-word replies It's small and shameful, it's a poor show Beat myself up on the way home and go crying to my girl And so it goes Yeah, so it goes Yeah, so it goes But the words on the page start to swim As light catches your face, you're smiling This must be what all the fuss is about But the words on the page start to swim As light catches your face, you're smiling This must be what all the fuss is about |
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from Bell X1 - Blue Lights On The Runway (2009)
A safe pair of hands
A reason to stand Some guns to stick to Rational demands Come on now ladies They won't fertilise themselves Get into the ball game Let's clear those shelves That's what I read in that Sunday magazine The anvil is falling, falling on your head You're just picking your knickers from your arse Like you're playing a one stringed harp Like you're playing a one stringed harp Like Wily Coyote As if the fall wasn't enough Those bastards from Acme They got more nasty stuff Salt in my wounds Sticking in the boot We're all bulimic But keep forgetting to puke That's what I read in that Sunday magazine The anvil is falling, falling on your head You're just picking your knickers from your arse Like you're playing a one stringed harp Like you're playing a one stringed harp Chalk it up, and write it down The hand of history is clawing at my back The Iron Fist of she cuping at my sack Grip is tightening My voice is heightening This orange alert is beginning to crack That's what I read in that Sunday magazine The anvil is falling, falling on your head You're just picking your knickers from your arse Like you're playing a one stringed harp Like you're playing a one stringed harp Chalk it up, and write it down |
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