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from Belle & Sebastian - Dear Catastrophe Waitress (2004)
When the half light makes for a clearer view
Sleep a little more if you want to But restlessness has siezed me now, it’s true I could watch the dreams flicker in your eyes Lying here asleep on a sunbeam I wonder if you realise you fascinate me so Think about a new destination If you think you need inspiration Roll out the map and mark it with a pin I will follow every direction Just lace up your shoes while I’m fetching a sleeping bag, a tent... Another summer’s passing by All I need is somewhere I feel the grass beneath my feet A walk on sand, a fire I can warm my hands My joy will be complete I thought about a new destination I’m never short of new inspiration Roll out the map and mark it with a gin Made my plans to conquer the country I’m waiting for you to get out of your situation With your job and with your life All I need is somewhere I feel the grass beneath my feet A walk on sand A fire, I can warm my hands My joy will be complete Another summer’s passing by All I need is somewhere I feel the grass beneath my feet A walk on sand, a fire I can warm my hands My joy will be complete |
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from Belle & Sebastian - Dear Catastrophe Waitress (2004)
Dear Catastrophe Waitress
Dear Catastrophe Waitress Dear Catastrophe Waitress I’m sorry that you seem to have the weight of the world over you I cherish your smile There’s a word of peace on you lips Say it, and with tenderness I’ll cherish you Dear Catastrophe Girlfriend Dear Catastrophe Girlfriend I’m sorry if he hit you with a full can of Coke It’s no joke Your face is bleeding You’ll soon be leaving this town to the clowns who worship No one but themselves No one but themselves Dear Catastrophe Waitress Dear Catastrophe Waitress I’m sorry if the kids hold you in cool disregard I know it’s hard Stick to what you know You’ll blow them all to the wall When they realise what you’ve been working for You’ve been working for You’ve been working for |
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from Belle & Sebastian - Dear Catastrophe Waitress (2004)
I'm glad to see you
I had a funny dream You were wearing funny shoes You were going to a dance You wrer dressed like a punk but you are too young to remember Glad to see you I'm outside the house I'm not thinking well today I've got no energy I'm glad that you are waiting with me Tell me all about your day Breaking off is misery I see a wilderness for you and me Punctuated by philosophy And a wondering how things could've been I'm happy for you You've made it hard for me I counted on your company You are staying with your friends tonight I'm feeling sorry for myself I keep taking everything to be a sign I'm happy for you Now I konw this hurt is poison Too sharp to be bled I'm sitting on my empty bed On my empty bed At night the fever grows it's pounding pounding I'd rather be in Tokyo I'd rather listen to Thin Lizzy-oh Watch the sunday gang in Harajuku There's something wrong with me I'm a cuckoo Scary moment, lovin' every moment I was high from playig shows We lost singer to her clothes My trouble raised its ugly head I was revealed And I was home in bed I was a kid again Jesus told me, go after every coin like it was the last in the world And protect the wayward child But I'm a little lost sheep I need my Bo Peep I know I need my shepherd here tonight Breaking off is misery I see a wilderness for you and me Punctuated by philosophy And a wondring how things could've been I'd like to see you But really I should stay away And let you settle down I've got no claims to your crown I was the boss of you And I loved you You konw I loved you It's all over now I was there for you When you are lonely I was there when you were bad I was there when you were sad Now it's my time of need I'm thinking, do I have to plead to get you by my side? I'd rather be in Tokyo I'd rather listen to Thuin Lizzy-oh Watch the Sunday gang in Harajuku There's something wrong with me, I'm a cuckoo |
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from Belle & Sebastian - I'm A Cuckoo [single] (2004)
I'm glad to see you
I had a funny dream You were wearing funny shoes You were going to a dance You wrer dressed like a punk but you are too young to remember Glad to see you I'm outside the house I'm not thinking well today I've got no energy I'm glad that you are waiting with me Tell me all about your day Breaking off is misery I see a wilderness for you and me Punctuated by philosophy And a wondering how things could've been I'm happy for you You've made it hard for me I counted on your company You are staying with your friends tonight I'm feeling sorry for myself I keep taking everything to be a sign I'm happy for you Now I konw this hurt is poison Too sharp to be bled I'm sitting on my empty bed On my empty bed At night the fever grows it's pounding pounding I'd rather be in Tokyo I'd rather listen to Thin Lizzy-oh Watch the sunday gang in Harajuku There's something wrong with me I'm a cuckoo Scary moment, lovin' every moment I was high from playig shows We lost singer to her clothes My trouble raised its ugly head I was revealed And I was home in bed I was a kid again Jesus told me, go after every coin like it was the last in the world And protect the wayward child But I'm a little lost sheep I need my Bo Peep I know I need my shepherd here tonight Breaking off is misery I see a wilderness for you and me Punctuated by philosophy And a wondring how things could've been I'd like to see you But really I should stay away And let you settle down I've got no claims to your crown I was the boss of you And I loved you You konw I loved you It's all over now I was there for you When you are lonely I was there when you were bad I was there when you were sad Now it's my time of need I'm thinking, do I have to plead to get you by my side? I'd rather be in Tokyo I'd rather listen to Thuin Lizzy-oh Watch the Sunday gang in Harajuku There's something wrong with me, I'm a cuckoo |
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from Belle & Sebastian - I'm A Cuckoo [single] (2004)
I'm glad to see you
I had a funny dream You were wearing funny shoes You were going to a dance You wrer dressed like a punk but you are too young to remember Glad to see you I'm outside the house I'm not thinking well today I've got no energy I'm glad that you are waiting with me Tell me all about your day Breaking off is misery I see a wilderness for you and me Punctuated by philosophy And a wondering how things could've been I'm happy for you You've made it hard for me I counted on your company You are staying with your friends tonight I'm feeling sorry for myself I keep taking everything to be a sign I'm happy for you Now I konw this hurt is poison Too sharp to be bled I'm sitting on my empty bed On my empty bed At night the fever grows it's pounding pounding I'd rather be in Tokyo I'd rather listen to Thin Lizzy-oh Watch the sunday gang in Harajuku There's something wrong with me I'm a cuckoo Scary moment, lovin' every moment I was high from playig shows We lost singer to her clothes My trouble raised its ugly head I was revealed And I was home in bed I was a kid again Jesus told me, go after every coin like it was the last in the world And protect the wayward child But I'm a little lost sheep I need my Bo Peep I know I need my shepherd here tonight Breaking off is misery I see a wilderness for you and me Punctuated by philosophy And a wondring how things could've been I'd like to see you But really I should stay away And let you settle down I've got no claims to your crown I was the boss of you And I loved you You konw I loved you It's all over now I was there for you When you are lonely I was there when you were bad I was there when you were sad Now it's my time of need I'm thinking, do I have to plead to get you by my side? I'd rather be in Tokyo I'd rather listen to Thuin Lizzy-oh Watch the Sunday gang in Harajuku There's something wrong with me, I'm a cuckoo |
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from Belle & Sebastian - Dear Catastrophe Waitress (2004)
If she wants me
I wrote a letter on a nothing day I asked somebody “Could you send my letter away?” “You are too young to put all of your hopes in just one envelope” I said goodbye to someone that I love It’s not just me, I tell you it’s the both of us And it was hard Like coming off the pills that you take to stay happy Someone above has seen me do alright Someone above is looking with a tender eye Upon her face, you may think you’re alone but you may think again If I could do just one near perfect thing I’d be happy They’d write it on my grave, or when they scattered my ashes On second thoughts I’d rather hang about and be there with my best friend If she wants me And far away somebody read the letter He condescends to read the words I wrote about him And if he smiles, it’s no more than a genius deserves For all his curious nerve and his passion I’m going deaf, you’re growing melancholy Things fall apart, I don’t know why we bother at all But life is good and “It’s always worth living at least for a while” If I could do just one near perfect thing I’d be happy They’d write it on my grave, or when they scattered my ashes On second thoughts I’d rather hang about and be there with my best friend If she wants me If you think to yourself “What should I do now?” Then take the baton, girl, you better run with it There is no point in standing in the past cause it’s over and done with I took a book and went into the forest I climbed the hill, I wanted to look down on you But all I saw was twenty miles of wilderness so I went home |
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from Belle & Sebastian - Dear Catastrophe Waitress (2004)
If you find yourself caught in love Say a prayer to the man above Thank him for everything you know You should thank him for every breath you blow If you find yourself caught in love Say a prayer to the man above You should thank him for every day you pass Thank him for saving your sorry ass If you’re single, but looking out You must raise your prayer to a shout Another partner must be found Someone to take your life beyond Another TV “I Love 1999” Just one more box of cheapo wine If you find yourself caught in love You should say a prayer to the man above If you don’t listen to the voices then my friend You’ll soon run out of choices What a pity it would be You talk of freedom don’t you see The only freedom that you’ll ever really know Is written in books from long ago Give up your will to Him that loves you Things will change, I’m not saying overnight But something has to give You’re too good looking not to live If you find yourself out of love Shed a tear for the one you love Tell your boss that you’ve gone away Down your tools for a holiday If you’re going off to war then I wish you well But don’t be sore If I cheer the other team Killing people’s not my scene I prefer to give the inhabitants a say Before you blow their town away I like to watch them play I like to marvel at the random beauty of a simple village girl Why should she be the one who’s killed? If you find yourself caught in love... |
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from Belle & Sebastian - Dear Catastrophe Waitress (2004)
Anthony, bullied at school Get your own back, now you are cool Or are you scared? Bunking off though you’re a toff It’s all gone wrong again, you’ve got double maths And the teacher’s got no control so The boys will run riot, you will stay quiet Or you will die Tony at the back of the gym Smoke another one, your chances are slim ‘Cos here they come again And they got you on the ground Tasting blood again, at least it’s your own When will you realise that it never pays To be smarter than teachers Smarter than most boys? Shut your mouth, start kicking the football Bang on the teeth, you’re off for a week boy You may as well take it in the guts - it can’t get worse Take it in the guts - it can’t get worse that this You’ll soon be old enough to leave them And without a notion of a care You’ll lift two fingers in the air to linger there Tony, you’re a bit of a mess Melted Toblerone under your dress And if the boys could see you they would pass you right bye Blue mascara running over your eye When will you realise that it never pays To be smarter than teachers Smarter than most boys? Shut your mouth, start kicking the football Bang on the teeth, you’re off for a week boy They call you Lord Anthony But hey - it could be worse than Lord Anthony, but hey - it could be worse than Lord Anthony, but hey - it kind of suits you anyway You’ll soon be old enough to leave them And without a notion of a care You’ll lift two fingers in the air to linger there |
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from Belle & Sebastian - Dear Catastrophe Waitress (2004)
Elope with me Miss Private and we’ll sail around the world
I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take? How many nights of limping round on pagan holidays? Oh elope with me in private and we’ll set something ablaze A trail for the devil to erase San Francisco’s calling us, the Giants and Mets will play Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay? We hung about the stadium, we’ve got no place to stay We hung about the tenderloin and tenderly you tell About the saddest ending of a book you ever had to read The statue’s crying too and well he may I love you I’ve a drowning grip on your adoring face I love you my responsibility has found a place Beside you and strong warnings in the guise of gentle words Come wave upon me from the wider family net absurd “You’ll take care of her, I know it, you will do a better job” Maybe, but not what she deserves Elope with me Miss Private and we’ll drink ourselves awake We’ll taste the coffee houses and award certificates A privy seal to keep the feel of 1960 style We’ll comment on the decor and we’ll help the passer by And at dusk when work is over we’ll continue the debate In a borrowed bedroom virginal and spare The catcher hits for .318 and catches every day The pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor He knows the drink affects his speed he’s praying for a doorway Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench Life outside the diamond is a wrench I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend I know it wouldn’t come to love, my heroine pretend A lady stepping from the songs we love until this day You’d settle for an epitaph like “Walk Away, Renee” The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like a flower Meet you at the statue in an hour Meet you at the statue in an hour |
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from Juno (주노) by Matt Messina [ost] (2008)
Elope with me Miss Private and we’ll sail around the world
I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take? How many nights of limping round on pagan holidays? Oh elope with me in private and we’ll set something ablaze A trail for the devil to erase San Francisco’s calling us, the Giants and Mets will play Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay? We hung about the stadium, we’ve got no place to stay We hung about the tenderloin and tenderly you tell About the saddest ending of a book you ever had to read The statue’s crying too and well he may I love you I’ve a drowning grip on your adoring face I love you my responsibility has found a place Beside you and strong warnings in the guise of gentle words Come wave upon me from the wider family net absurd “You’ll take care of her, I know it, you will do a better job” Maybe, but not what she deserves Elope with me Miss Private and we’ll drink ourselves awake We’ll taste the coffee houses and award certificates A privy seal to keep the feel of 1960 style We’ll comment on the decor and we’ll help the passer by And at dusk when work is over we’ll continue the debate In a borrowed bedroom virginal and spare The catcher hits for .318 and catches every day The pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor He knows the drink affects his speed he’s praying for a doorway Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench Life outside the diamond is a wrench I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend I know it wouldn’t come to love, my heroine pretend A lady stepping from the songs we love until this day You’d settle for an epitaph like “Walk Away, Renee” The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like a flower Meet you at the statue in an hour Meet you at the statue in an hour |
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from Belle & Sebastian - Dear Catastrophe Waitress (2004)
Like a fresh manifestation of an old phenomenon A breeze whips through the trees The rustling leaves and branches bend together they’re cued to sway forever by the forces of the Lord’s choreography Just for a second the combination of sights, sounds around him sends him hurtling back to the mirror of all of his teenager thoughts and fears He passes big houses and family cars they saddled the horses in cobblestone yards He catches the moon looking down from the stars Just like it’s done for years and years Perpetual feeling in the grown up world that’s all around him that there’s secrets that could be revealed with knowledge and philosophy And “Oh to be dumb, Oh to be smart” He might be nursing a broken heart but feeling this way he’s just playing a part that’s been around for centuries I wandered all night, I wondered all night about you I’ve been here for years just wandering around the neighbourhood |
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from Belle & Sebastian - Dear Catastrophe Waitress (2004)
I was choking on a cornflake You said “Have some toast instead” I was sleeping maybe three hours You said “You should get to bed” I was waiting at the church door For the minister to show I was looking at the new year You said “Walk before you crawl” I was feeling like a loser You said “Hey, you’ve still got me” I was feeling pretty lonely You said “You wanted to be free” I was looking for a good time You said “Let the good times start” With a quiver of your eyelid You took on someone else’s part Maybe I’m a little greedy You said “Think before you speak” Sometimes I’m a little seedy You said “Everyone is weak” Now I feel a little better Is there something I can do? But I never heard the answer I never had a clue But what about me I don’t really see How things will improve If all you want is to stay loose There’s a little echo calling Like a miner trapped inside If I tell her of this moment She will in me doubts confide And she’s on me like a blanket Like a stalk of wilting grass I’m not sure about her motives I’m not sure about her past But my faith is like a bullet My belief is like a bolt The only thing that lets me sleep at night A little carriage of the soul If it starts a little bleaker Then the year may yet be gold Happiness is not for keeping Happiness is not my goal But what about me I don’t really see How things will improve If all you want is to stay loose But what about them You play mother hen To a gaggle of gangling youth All you want is to stay loose I was living through the seconds My composure was a mess I was miles from tenderness It was dark outside, the day it was lying in pieces Everything is flat and dreary I couldn’t care what’s in the news Television is the blues Television is hysterical laughter of people And I know it could be me I’m always asking for more I keep running round in circles I keep looking for a doorway I’m going to need two lives To follow the paths I’ve been taking |
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from Belle & Sebastian - Dear Catastrophe Waitress (2004)
She called me up today
Meet me down at the old café I jumped into the shower I was getting my marching orders We need to talk Step into my office, baby I want to give you the job A chance of overtime Say, my place at nine? She'd never stand for any lies She's got an out tray full of guys I Could sense a breath, a whole new feeling Now she says she wants to call a meeting We need to talk Step into my office, baby I want to give you the job A chance of overtime Say, my place at nine I’m a slave to work I’m only living when I walk Amongst the office staff And catch up with the office wag I’ll be in bed by nine My curtains drawn My thoughts composed I get to work on time She gave me some dictation But my strength is in administration I took down all she said I even took down her little red dress We need to talk Step into my office, baby I want to give you the job I'm pushing for a raise Been pushing now for days My output is in decline I was burned out after Thatcher My banner I laid down with a sigh Now I doubt if I'll ever catch her I've got to change my ways Dress for business every day A sharp suit and kipper tie A big arrow pontint to my fly I fish out for workout baby Don't go where the mouse is baby We need to talk Step into my office, baby I want to give you the job A chance of over time Say my place at nine |
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from Belle & Sebastian - Dear Catastrophe Waitress (2004)
It was pretty bright, up on the rainbow bridge tonight
I could see into your window although you’re far away You were racing in a car Beside a boy, you just don’t know if he is up for What you have in mind If he is up for what you have in mind Change is on the cards, but this time it will be hard But I never want to leave you We’ve never had a fight You should never split a pole You should never split at all I wish I had two paths that I could follow I’d write the ending without any sorrow I will say a prayer, just while you are sitting there I will wrap my hands around you I know it will be fine We've got a fantasy affair We didn’t get wet, we didn’t dare Our aspirations, are wrapped up in books Our inclinations are hidden in looks Summer’s hastening on I’m trying to get a feeling from the city But I’ve been unfaithful I’ve been travelling abroad We’ve got a fantasy affair We didn’t get wet, we didn’t dare Our aspirations, are wrapped up in books Our inclinations are hidden in looks |
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from Belle & Sebastian - Dear Catastrophe Waitress (2004)
Since you went away, everything is looking great
I'm a little bored When I see you out, maybe walking in the street You alway cross the road Listen honey, there is nothing you can say to surprise me Listen honey, there is nithing you can do to offend me anymore You don't send me anymore Our little scene is getting smaller by the day It's a human zoo But the key is change, gettig over all your problems You're not a fool Listen honey, there is nothing you can say to surprise me Listen honey, there is nothing you can do to offend me You don't send me Every sounds is tame, every group the bleedin' same It would make you mad What happened to the sounds that left you lying on the floor Laughing, crying, jumping, singing Listen honey, there is nothing you can say to astound me Listen honey, there is nothing you can do to offend me anymore You don't send me anymore... |
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