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| 1. |
| 4:38 | 
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(Introduction sample:)
Cigarette, a cup of tea, a bun. Ooh... Button up your sheepskin Carraway, rainy cafe, Kentish Town, Tuesday. Barry's looking through the Racing Post, orders coffee, another round of toast. Lucy writes a letter, she'd like to spend an evening with Prince B. When we meet for a while, Tuesday morning ten a.m. When we meet for a while, Tuesday morning ten a.m. Everyone's dreaming of all they've got to live for, joking around, still digging that sound. Everyone's dreaming of all they've got to live for. Squeezy bottles under Pepsi signs, Joe and Johnny chew the bacon rind. Jackie wants to meet the Glitter Band, Dilworth is a strange and lovely man, and Eubank wins the fight, and did you see the KLF last night? When we meet for a while, Tuesday morning ten a.m. When we meet for a while, Tuesday morning ten a.m. Everyone's dreaming of all they've got to live for, joking around, still digging that sound. Everyone's dreaming of all they've got to live for. Rainy cafe, Kentish Town, Tuesday, joking around, still digging that sound. Everyone's dreaming of all they've got to live for. When we meet for a while, Tuesday morning ten a.m. When we meet for a while, Tuesday morning ten a.m. When we meet for a while, Tuesday morning ten a.m. When we meet for a while, Tuesday morning ten a.m. (ten a.m.) When we meet for a while, Tuesday morning ten a.m. When we meet for a while, Tuesday morning ten a.m. (ten a.m.) When we meet for a while (meet for a while, meet for a while, meet for a while.) When we meet for a while (meet for a while, meet for a while, meet for a while.) |
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| 2. |
| 4:15 |
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I'm Helen Stephens, I'm having a party, and the other tenants are there, and a few friends. We'd like you to join us....
Mark. Pardon? I... am Mark. Oh, hello Mark. Please come in, you'll meet the others who live here, and.... Sorry, but... work. Instrumental |
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| 3. |
| 0:18 |
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Education, that's what I need!
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| 4. |
| 5:13 |
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[the "calico" bits are sarah and the rest is q-tee.]
Dreamin' / that you are in my world, / Wishin' / like a little girl. / Watchin', / closely, / you suddenly appear. / Like a dream, / you're gone, then you're here. / You take to emotion / like a bird to flight. / You drop an invitation, / maybe I just might / Be your lover / or better / a friendly / aquaintance. / Truly as I duly pay my love to you like maintenance. / Calico, / calico, / calico, / calico. / Calico, / calico, / calico, / calico. / You're realistic, / your face conceal. / Accentuate the passion. / I will reveal. / You're like an angel that delights with the day. / I'm pleadin' / don't ever go away, / Story's reaching peak / the outlook is bleak. / Please talk, say that you'll speak. / you're strong and I am weak. / I need / the fortune at the end of the rainbow. / I see you like a lantern - / you have a certain glow. / calico. / Your smile is warm soft, / forever / appealing. / Whenever you are present like a letter I am sealing. / My love / like a dove / that blesses from above. / The shower in an hour / won't you let me be your towel? / calico. / Affection / affects you like a weapon. / You're extreme and supreme / and nothing that you seem. / A fateful chance / with a twist of hope. / I'll be with you all the way / down the magical slope. Calico, / calico, / calico, / calico. / Calico, / calico, / calico, / calico. / Calico, / calico, / calico, / calico. / Babe, don't be afraid, / I'm wit' you everywhere. / Gliding through enchanted waters / to you I swear. / Expression is the key, / it's good enough for me. / Cali can't you see, / forever yours? / There's a feeling / of warmth, / a serious / sensation. / It's true, / you have that / good vibration. Your charm is overwhelming, you have reaches that I seldom see, / Calico just let me be the one! / Calico, / calico, / calico, / calico. / Calico, / calico, / calico, / calico. / Calico, / calico, / calico, / calico. / Calico, / calico, / calico, / calico. / Calico. / I see / that we were meant to be. / Goin' in ? ? ? [outro samples:] I never take of my hat except when I'm out of doors! She made a prize from jenkins' ear, / and washed it down with a bottle of beer. |
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| 5. |
| 7:35 |
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Ooh, young heart
Ooh, young heart Ooh, young heart Pass me the suitcase, baby I know it's not that easy And give me my mirror, love First give me back my memories And oh, oh, how many years Is it now Maurice? Ooh, young heart Ooh, young heart Ooh, young heart And, ooh, oh the clown's no good And I was half-asleep And riding on a slow-coach I think I lose all these things Still, meaning I'm not holy And, oh, oh, your honey-dish Oh, it's on my list Ooh, young heart Ooh, young heart Ooh, young heart And, ooh, oh the clown's no good Wish my heart's wish climbing out your window For your savage amusement You put a spell over me, well Smells like lemon flavor Tuesday, if I had you back again You know I'm against the future Wednesday, I was a little girl I was the little girl who'd like to snog your face And ooh, oh, how many years Is it now Maurice? Ooh, young heart Ooh, young heart Ooh, young heart And, ooh, oh the clown's no good Ooh, young heart Ooh, young heart Ooh, young heart Ooh, young heart Ooh, young heart Ooh, young heart And, ooh, oh the clown's no good And, ooh, oh the clown's no good And, ooh, oh the clown's no good And, ooh, oh the clown's no good And, ooh, oh the clown's no good And, ooh, oh the clown's no good And then I shall take back to Maurice And, ooh, oh the clown's no good |
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| 6. |
| 3:08 |
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Toast is burned
And your coffee's cold And you leave all the post 'cause it's nothing but bills again Home from work Put the TV on Get your kicks watching Bruce on the old Generation Game Just dial my number I've got some plans for you You're in a bad way And I can help you through You're in a bad way Every day is just the same (every day) Just dial my number Or call my name Jeans are old And your hair's all wrong Don't you know that crew cuts and trainers are out again? Going out You're feeling low Running for cover, it looks like it's going to rain - what a shame! Just dial my number I've got some plans for you You're in a bad way And I can help you through You're in a bad way Every day is just the same (every day) Just dial my number Or call my name Just dial my number I've got some plans for you You're in a bad way And I can help you through You're in a bad way Every day seems just the same (every day) Just dial my number Or call my name (just dial my number) You're in a bad way (you're a bad way) You're in a bad way (you're a bad way) You're in a bad way (you're a bad way) You're in a bad way, yeah-ay (You're in a bad way) yeah-ay |
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| 7. |
| 0:23 |
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It's like, I can't get past that S&M barrier. 'Cause, I like, as I'm drinking something like whiskey or lager, it's actually painful to drink first of all.
Pour you a double? Is that a double? You want a double ??? Cigarette? I don't smoke, but, you know, er... Crisps? Four bottles of Malibu, Bob knows the address. A Malibu, a Coke and Chinese food. |
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| 8. |
| 4:57 |
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[intro sample (on the album):]
Do you think a girl should go to bed with a feller, if she doesn't love him? No. [pause] unless it's me. I heard she drove the silvery sports-car / Along the empty streets last night. / Hanging around / with hair-dos like mine. / No, I haven't seen the kids for some time. / Picked up her shoes from the red-brick stairway, / Just like a harpsichordist she moved. / And back upstairs / at half past two, / With a paper folded, outside the loo. / Rain falls / like elvis tears. / Oh no, / no sugar tonight. / Out on the high street, / dim all the lights and / Cry coloured tears again. / And baby, / (don't forget to catch me.) / Don't forget to catch me. / (don't forget to catch me.) / Hobart paving, don't you think that's it's time, / On this platform with the drizzle in my eyes? / And baby, / (don't forget to catch me.) / Don't forget to catch me. / (don't forget to catch me.) / Hobart paving, don't you think that's it's time? / The ticket's in my hand, the train pulls down the line. / Rain falls / like elvis tears. / Oh no, / no sugar. / Out on the high street, / dim all the lights and / Cry coloured tears. / And baby, / (don't forget to catch me.) / Don't forget to catch me, / (don't forget to catch me.) / Don't forget to catch me, / (don't forget to catch me.) / Don't forget to catch me. / (don't forget to catch me.) / Oh no, no sugar tonight, / (don't forget to catch me.) / Oh no, no sugar tonight, / (don't forget to catch me.) / No no, no sugar tonight. / (don't forget to catch me.) / Don't forget to catch me... |
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| 9. |
| 4:12 |
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[intro sample:]
I wish they wouldn't laugh. I've been driving for some time / and the towns look the same. / This town feels very different, / as though I've been here before. / This looks like the old school-yard where we both used to play. / And the kids in that building, / they look just like our friends. / Something about / this place / makes me lose a grip on time and space. / I haven't seen you for years, / but I feel you could be here right now. / And I know it's strange, / yes I know it's strange, / that you could be here with me now. / Days spent staring at highways, / strange effects on the brain. / I can tell I'm not dreaming, / I know I'm wide awake! / I'm sure I saw the theatre / that burnt down in '83 - / And I followed the harley / that had your number-plate. / Something about this place / makes me lose a grip on time and space. / I haven't seen you for years, / but I feel you could be here right now. / And I know it's strange, / yes I know it's strange, / that you could be here with me now. / [whispers:] there's something about this place... |
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| 10. |
| 0:14 |
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(This is a sample collage)
And, er... non-stop erotic cabaret. Yahoo! Asa desuyo! Okite Kudasai! (That was a Japanese alarm clock saying it's morning, wake up!) Say what, girl? Daddy, can I go to the hop? |
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| 11. |
| 4:00 |
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Ba ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba / ba ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba /
Conchita, I know, / I know it should have been. / Conchita, I know, / I know it should have been. / Conchita, I know, / I know it should have been. / Conchita, oh oh oh... / Ba ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba / ba ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba / Conchita, I know, / I know it should have been. / Conchita, I know, / I know it should have been. / Conchita, I know, / I know it should have been. / Conchita, oh oh oh... / Ba ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba / ba ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba / Conchita, I know, / I know it should have been. / Conchita, I know, / I know it should have been. / Conchita, I know, / I know it should have been. / Conchita, oh oh oh... / Ba ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba / ba ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba / Conchita, I know, / I know it should have been. / Conchita, I know, / I know it should have been. / Conchita, I know, / I know it should have been. / Conchita, oh oh oh... / [outro sample:] Maybe he means it's some sort of ghost? Maybe that's what the beast is, a ghost! |
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| 12. |
| 3:58 |
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I've thought of asking you / for so long, /
Afraid of what / your answer would be. / But there's no other way, / so here I stay, / You know, I believe in your lies / so easily. / Ooh... / no rainbows for me. / I'm going for myself, / (so I tell myself) / But there's no pot of gold, / just shades of blue. / You think my heart's a toy; / like a little boy, / You pick it up, / and play with it, / and break it when you're through. / Ooh... / no rainbows for me. / Ooh... / no rainbows for me. / Ooh... / no rainbows for me. / Ooh... / no rainbows for me. / Ooh... / no rainbows for me. / Stop hurting me, baby, / I may lose my mind. / Stop hurting me, baby, / or I'll ? ? ? you. / I'll ? ? ? / no rainbows for me... [outro sample:] Yes, well, that last one didn't sound too furious! |
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| 0:26 | 
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| 14. |
| 5:12 |
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You can look at the stars, / look at the ocean; /
The answer's somewhere, / here's what I reckon: / Close your eyes, / kiss the future, / junk the morgue. / Ooh... / Close your eyes, / kiss the future, / junk the morgue. / Close your eyes, / kiss the future, / junk the morgue. / Ooh... / Close your eyes, / kiss the future, / junk the morgue. / (junk, junk, junk...) / Leave the planet, / junk the morgue. / Leave the planet, / junk the morgue. / You can look at the stars. / Leave the planet... |
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| 15. |
| 0:34 |
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(a sample:)
Can I take your order? Urrrmm, I'll have bacon, eggs, tomatoes, two toast and a cup of tea, please. And you? Chicken soup! |
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| 16. |
| 3:22 |
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[Incomprehensible]
The chicken soup mix of 'Join our club' Join our club! Don't you worry 'bout a thing Teen spirit is the '90s scene I know you want to hold my hand I know you're going to love my band, yeah Join our club! (Do you believe in magic?) Join our club! (Do you believe in magic?) You should call us up tonight Our time, everything's alright There's gonna be a storm quite soon Get ready 'cause we're coming through, yeah Join our club! (Do you believe in magic?) Join our club! (Do you believe in magic?) Do you believe in magic? Do you believe in magic? Slip on your pink fur coat, bring your rude pictures Put on your teenage head, this is a love thing We all want to kiss the sky Join our club, we're going to try Join our club! (Do you believe in magic?) Join our club! (Do you believe in magic?) Join our club! (Do you believe in magic?) Join our club! (Do you believe in magic?) Do you believe in magic? Do you believe in magic? Do you believe in magic? |
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