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there’s a yellow star
hung over a Glasgow sky in a sandstone doorway I had the sweetest kiss I’m here for days like these and I’m walking down the middle of the Great Western Road and I’m surfing on a tarmac wave I’ve got fifty pounds in silver pennies for singing in Buchanan Street all day I’m here for days like these I’m here for days like these there was Mary, Madge and me smoking black, shooting the breeze and as far as I can see I was here for days like these now I’m sitting on the last bus home and Brian’s got a thing for the conductress stop singing that bloody Rangers song come here and shut your Proddy mouth and kiss us I’m here for days like these I’m here for days like these |
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| 2. |
| 3:25 |
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candyfloss between my ears
I’ve been getting this way for years now I’m so dumb, if I walk and chew gum it’s a miracle it’s a miracle candyfloss behind my eyes I see no clouds, I see blue skies now I’m so tame, if you ask my name and I don’t think twice it’s a miracle get me out of here ’cause I know that if I stay that I will melt away like candyfloss this hollow heart inside of me you can hold it up, you can hear the sea and if violins can do me in is that a miracle? that’s not a miracle get me out of here ’cause I know that if I stay that I will melt away get me out of here because if you make me stay I know I’ll melt away like candyfloss like candyfloss |
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| 3. |
| 4:45 |
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I’m on the Queenstown Road riding bumper to bumper
an island, an island in the driving rain and in my mind it’s the highest place I’ve ever been without a parachute, without holding on or falling falling through the rain I never lay down before underneath anyone who didn’t crush me or punish me for my weaknesses you’re on my tongue, you’re in my mouth, you’re all inside of me my arms stretched wide - I’m not feeling crucified with my rebel angel my rebel angel my rebel angel falling through the rain are you real oh oh are you apparition oh oh are you really really really real it’s been so long, singing “it’s been a good year for the roses” and whistling down the wind tell me did you fall or were you pushed from a passing cloud one of god’s tear-drops, falling on me falling on me my rebel angel my rebel angel my rebel angel |
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| 4:06 | 
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| 5. |
| 3:24 |
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| 6. |
| 4:14 |
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did you fall out of the family tree
here’s a kiss to mend your knee everybody needs some kind of medicine sometimes how long did you think it would last with your sleeping pills and laughing gas? everybody needs some kind of medicine sometimes throwing our hats at the moon in George’s Square was that ever us? climbing walls, giving names to the stars was that ever us? but if you come home with me I’ll slap a little something in your tea everybody needs some kind of medicine sometimes throwing our hats at the moon in George’s Square? was that ever us? climbing walls, giving names to the stars was that ever us? you’ve been hanging out in casualty for shooting too much mercury everybody needs some kind of medicine sometimes oh, and if you come home with me I’ll score for you if you score for me everybody needs some kind of medicine sometimes |
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| 3:23 |
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| 8. |
| 5:26 |
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I've got a lazy heart
Can't make it do a thing Won't go to church on Sundays I've never heard it sing No matter what I do Can't make my heart love you I've got a lazy heart Sleeps when the morning comes Sleeps through an earthquake Walks and never runs I don't know what to say I'm sorry it's that way My lazy heart and I Are hostage to the moon And winter's far too long And summer ends too soon God damn my lazy heart Ut's dumb as an ox I know Won't go to work on Mondays I just can't make it go Whatever's to be done My heart cannot be won My lazy heart and I Are hostage to the moon And winter's far too long And summer ends too soon I'm not the one to blame So please don't make me choose Between a living lie And the “I'm so sorry” blues |
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| 9. |
| 6:08 |
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| 10. |
| 5:35 |
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prettiest thing he ever saw
he’d been looking near and far but he didn’t want the world to share so he kept her in a butterfly jar all the time his beauty slept while he was watching in the dark no one saw and no one knew that he kept her in a butterfly jar life goes on, around you everywhere now, life goes on it’s buzzing everywhere now, life goes on no matter who you are, you’ll never stop it jumping like a spark into a heart wouldn’t it be the strangest thing as we spin around this weary star if all the time we never knew we were living in a butterfly jar life goes on, around you everywhere now, life goes on it’s buzzing everywhere now, life goes on no matter who you are, you’ll never stop it jumping like a spark into a heart life goes on, around you everywhere now, life goes on it’s buzzing everywhere now, life goes on no matter who you are, you’ll never stop it jumping like a spark into a heart oh, heart prettiest thing he ever saw he’d been looking near and far but he didn’t want the world to share so he kept her in a butterfly jar {butterfly jar} kept her in a butterfly jar kept her in a butterfly... jar |
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| 5:04 |
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I ainse loved a lass and I loved her sae well
that I hate all others that spoke of her ill; but now she’s rewarded me ill for my love she’s gone tae get wed tae another. When I saw my love tae the kirk go wi’ bride and bridemaidens they made a fine show, and I followed after, may hear’ filled wi’ woe, to see my love wed tae another. When I saw my love sit doon tae dine I sat doon beside her and poured oot the wine and I drank tae the lassie that should’a been mine, but she’s gone tae be wed tae another. The men of yon forest, they ask it o’ me “How many strawberries grow in the salt sea?” I answer them back wi’ a tear in ma e’e “How many ships sail in the forest?” Go dig me a grave, both long, wide and deep and cover it over wi’ florets sae sweet; and I’ll turn in for to take a long sleep and maybe in time I’ll forget her. And they dug him a grave, both long, wide and deep and they covered it over wi’ florets sae sweet; and he’s turned in for to take a long sleep and maybe by now he’s forgot her. |
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| 12. |
| 5:32 |
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the moon flies past the darkhouse
shines a light in she is in a corner, cornered and the dust fills everything she thought she needed saving by the prince of hopelessness she dreams of Barbie dolls and lemonade and she’s nowhere near it the moon flies past the darkhouse shines a light in he left on the ten-fifteen while the kids were sleeping oh his talk so sweet and she’s a sugar junkie St Francis and the jewel thief living in the dark in the darkhouse St Francis and the jewel thief living in the dark in the darkhouse is that the price crawling to paradise all the way, all the way on your knees, on your knees yeah, yeah, yeah, on your knees a car flies past the darkhouse throws a light in from here she sees the corner where he left her crying she thought she needed saving by the prince of hopelessness he dreams of Barbie dolls and lemonade she was nowhere near it yeah, yeah, yeah crawling to paradise yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, on your knees yeah, yeah, yeah, on your knees |
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