| Disc 1 | ||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |
| 4:38 | 
|
|||
|
You walked all over, in your blunderstones, In your own road movie, with your one armed man, Gonna make it to the problem page; troubleshoot your life, Gonna make it to the problem page; need some time and space just to find yourself, I hope you find yourself In a Low Place Like Home, Low Place Like Home. You talked it over from your bedroom throne, Making sense of nothing, with your one armed man, Read your future in the magazine; search the stars for clues, Read your future in the magazine; tells you what to lose just to find yourself, I hope you find yourself In a Low Place Like Home, Low Place Like Home. You fall all over, in your small town heels, Catching hold of nothing, like your one armed man, Treat your life like a tragedy; self-inflict abuse, Treat your life like a tragedy; precious else to choose, crucify yourself, I hope you find yourself In a Low Place Like Home, Low Place Like Home. |
||||||
| 2. |
| 3:48 |
|
|||
|
Phone me and I'll hang up Sick and tired of being bubble gum chewed up Dark lane, bleak house shrinking rose, You're over and out Tie a cherry bootstring, put your candy teeth in Choking on a sweetheart, hang up, hang up, hang up Go on girls - solo, Go on girls - take a chance, Go on girls - trust it, Go on girls - the truth is ... Cut your hair wear a chip on your shoulder Get ahead, get laid, get it over Cheap show, back seat martyr's pose, you're over and out I'm checking out of my senses, buying best defences Putting on the trousers, hang up, hang up, hang up Go on girls - solo, Go on girls - take a chance, Go on girls - trust it, Go on girls - the truth is ... So so ... Single ... So low ... The truth is ... You want the day to fit to a soundtrack Get a story get a life and get back You've got nothing to shout about You're over and out I'm checking out of my senses, Buying best defences Fired up on free-will, hang up, hang up, hang up Go on girls - solo, Go on girls - take a chance, Go on girls - trust it, Go on girls - the truth is ... So so ... Single ... So low ... The truth is ... So so ... Single ... So low ... The truth is ... |
||||||
 |
3. |
| 3:49 |
|
||
|
take me down 6 underground the ground beneath your feet laid out low nothing to go nowhere a way to meet. i've got a head full of drought down here so far off of losing out round here Overground, watch this space I'm open to falling from grace. calm me down bring it round too way high off your street i can see like nothing else in me you're better than I wannabe don't think 'cos i understand i care, don't think 'cos i'm talking we're friends Overground, watch this space I'm open to falling from grace talk me down safe and sound, too strung up to sleep wear me out scream and shout swear my time's never cheap i fake my life like i've lived too much, i take whatever you're given; not enough, Overground, watch this space, I'm open i fake my life like i've lived too much, i take whatever you're given; not enough, Overground, watch this space, I'm open to falling from grace. ... |
||||||
| 4. |
| 4:15 |
|
|||
|
You can keep breathing, I only fall when you are near me, Incomplete; I only talk when you can hear me, Keep dreaming, can't wake up until I'm sleeping, Lost on me; close to something I'll never be. Close to something I'll never be. If I just stay here, close my eyes can you still see me? Obsolete; very nearly something to see, Still see me, I can't wake up for sleeping, Incomplete; very nearly something to me, See me, there's a punishment needed, Obsolete; very nearly something to be Very nearly something to be. You can keep trying, drown in sleep to be flying, See for Miles; something that I wanted to be, I can't wake this dream, prototype ends up has been, Incomplete; The consequence of something to be. |
||||||
| 5. |
| 3:36 |
|
|||
|
I'm everyone - I feel used, I'm everyone - I need you, I'm everyone - hang your label on me, I'm everyone - Paint it black and white and easy, I'm everyone - Sticks in me, I'm everyone - Sticks with me, I want perfection - I'm real need, I've seen attention - See through me, Call on me - Spin spin sugar Crawl on me - Spin spin sugar Stinks on me - Spin spin sugar Twists for me - Spin spin sugar I've seen attention - See through me, I want perfection - I'm real need, I'm everyone - Sticks in me, I'm everyone - Sticks with me, Call on me - Spin spin sugar Crawl on me - Spin spin sugar Stinks on me - Spin spin sugar Twists for me - Spin spin sugar |
||||||
| 6. |
| 3:31 |
|
|||
|
She looks ahead, she paints her toe nails red, She's wet and wild, a typical 90's child, She makes every move they make, She takes everything they take, She must be a Thelma or Louise, She must be a post-modern sleaze Unscrew the wine, she'll throw a party line, Stories extreme, she's such a drama queen, Cries through the night, she choked on Marlboro lites, Pure charm and grace, she hates her pretty face, She makes every move they make, She takes everything they take, She must be a Thelma or Louise, She must be a post-modern sleaze Straw spun from gold, she craves a tortured soul, All doom and gloom, she plays an open wound, She takes every scene they steal, She takes every pain they feel, She must be a Thelma or Louise, She must be a post-modern tease |
||||||
| 7. |
| 4:12 |
|
|||
|
Your heart is served cold, Your sights are set in perfect stone, And when you go you go alone, And when you stand you're on your own, I wash the streets from your skin when you come home, I wash the streets from your skin when you come home. We're nothing like friends, You have no time to lend, And if you're guilt then I'm the shame, And if I'm hurt then you're the blame, You wash my trace from your skin and you leave again, You wash my trace from your skin and you leave again. Random laid plans, 40 days of one night stands, And when you go you go alone, You walk the cross you made your own, I wash the streets from your skin when you come home, I wash the streets from your skin when you come home. |
||||||
| 8. |
| 4:29 |
|
|||
|
Roll on, these doors are open Roll off, you can come next time, I'm in love with your confusion, on your knees When you're breathing through your elbows, Down on me, down on me Roll on roll off, Roll on roll off, Don't take that wrong Don't take that wrong Roll up, these doors are open, Load up, come next time Don't try to hurry me along, Just walk ahead a little gone Roll on roll off, Roll on roll off, Don't take that wrong Don't take that wrong Roll on, going down on me, Roll off, make it easy on me, You can't think you're someone special, On your knees, We're throwing punches underwater, Sink with me, sink with me, sink Roll on roll off, Roll on roll off, Something is sinking X5 |
||||||
| 9. |
| 4:29 |
|
|||
|
you're not the sun it's just a light waking on a sunday morning you're not the church it's just the bells ringing sweetly through the house and if this sense of mind you got an answer and i am not this rare you're still in reach i please myself wasted early sunday morning you're not my lead you're just my help tuck me in just denied and in this state of mind you want a want nothing close to what i need i breath you in breath you in breath you in breath you in breath you in you suit yourself lose myself breaking up a sunday morning you're not the sun you're not my church i still hold some self control But in this sense of mind Still too high with no hands i breath you in breath you in breath you in breath you in breath you in (i breath you i breath you i breath you i breath you i breath you) |
||||||
| 10. |
| 4:32 |
|
|||
|
Sacrifice my vanity, kick off my heels A careless weight on your hetred, Understand it's so simple, a simple please To keep the faithful on a wounded knee, To the madness I do confess I never see myself as blessed Confused, unaddressed, Like a saviour I do caress, The truth is boredom more or less Unused, obsessed, my time is only given to you, Too much to choose, it's not mine to contemplate If I can lose, with this blood on my shoes Compromise in full extreme, cut off my heels, Name a price on what's sacred Guaranteed I've got something, A royal disease, take a flood to clean these streets To the madness I do confess, forever see myself as blessed Immune, obsessed, like a saviour I do caress The truth is boredom, it's excess Take more, give less, My time is only given up to you Too much to choose, it's not mine to contemplate if I can lose With this blood on my shoes. |
||||||
| 11. |
| 5:02 |
|
|||
|
Hey ho - who is this, no one but me my dear, Please come, say how do, The things I'll give to you, A stroke as gentle as a feather, Hey ho - I am here, am I not young and fair, Please come, say how do, The things I'll show to you, Would you have a wondrous sight, the midday sun at midnight, Fair maid, white and red, comb you smooth and stroke your hair. |
||||||
|
