Belle & Sebastian 1집 - Tigermilk (1996) by Belle & Sebastian (보컬) on maniadb.com

I was surprised, I was happy for a day in 1975
I was puzzled by a dream, stayed with me all day in 1995
My brother had confessed that he was gay,
it took the heat off me for a while
He stood up with a sailor friend,
made it known upon my sisters wedding day
I got married in a rush to save a kid from
being deported, now she's in love
I was so touched, I was moved to kick
the crutches from my crippled friend
She was not impressed because I cured her on the Sabbath,
so I went to confess When she saw the funny side,
we introduced my child bride to whisky
and gin The priest in the booth had
a photographic memory for all he had heard
He took all of my sins and he wrote a pocket novel called
"The State I Am In" So I gave myself to God,
there was a pregnant pause before ha said ok
Now I spend my day turning tables round In Marks & Spencer's,
they don't seem to mind I gave myself to sin
And I've been there and back again
I gave myself to providence The State That
I Am In Oh love of mine, would you condescend
to help me because I'm stupid and blind?
Desperation is the Devil's work, it is the folly
of a boys empty mind Now I'm feeling dangerous,
riding on city buses for a hobby is sad
Lead me to a living end, I promised that
I'd entertain my crippled friend

Monday morning wake up knowing that
you've got to go to school
Tell your mum what to expect,
she says it's right out of the blue
Do you went to work in Debenham's,
because that's what they expect
Start in Lingerie, and Doris is your supervisor
And the head said that you always were
a queer one from the start
For careers you say you went to be
remembered for your art
Your obsessions get you known throughout
the school for being strange
Making life-size models of the
Velvet Underground in clay
In the queue for lunch they take the
piss, you've got no appetite And
the rumour is you never go with boys
and you are tight So they jab you
with a fork, you drop the tray and
go berserk While your cleaning up
the mess the teacher's looking up
your skirt You've been used, you're
confused Write a song, I'll sing
along Are you calm? Settle down Soon
you will know that you are sane
You're on top of the world again
Monday morning wake up knowing
that you've got to go to school
Mum said she had little choice
when she was young, so why should you?
Do you went to work in C&A, 'cause that's
what they expect Move to Ladieswear
and take a feel off Joe the Storeman
Tell Veronica the secrets of the boy
you never kissed She's got everything
to gain 'cause she's a fat girl with
a lisp She sticks up for you when
you get aggravation from the snobs 'Cause
you can't afford a blazer and you're
always wearing clogs At the interval
you lock yourself away inside a room
Heed of English gets you, asks
you, "What the Hell do you think
you're doing?" "Do you think you're
better then the other kids? Well
get outside." You've got permission,
but you've got to make the bastard
think he's right

Lisa knows a girl who's been abused
It changed her philosophy in '82
She's always looking for a fight
She keeps the neighbours up all night
I go to her when I'm feeling slack
The girl's using me as a punching bag
I think that I could help her out
But the girl's got a lot to be mad about
And in the first moment of her waking up
She knows she's losing it, yeah she's losing it
When the first cup of coffee tastes like washing up
She knows she's losing it, yeah she's losing
Yeah she's losing it
Lisa met
Chelsea at the knocking school
Chelsea didn't feel like following the rules
So they left the place for another school
Where the boys go with boys and the girls with girls
Chelsea was the girl who's been abused
It changed her philosophy in '82
She says, "Inch for inch and pound for pound"
Who needs boys when there's Lisa round?"
And in the first moment of her waking up
She knows she's losing it, yeah she's losing it
When the first cup of coffee tastes like washing up
She knows she's losing it, yeah she's losing it
She goes to the mirror to put on her stuff
She knows she's losing it, oh yeah she's losing it
When she doesn't speak to anyone till four 0' clock
She knows she's losing it, yeah she's losing it
Oh yeah she's losing it

You're just a baby, baby girl
So kiss me on the cheek
and then go off to sleep
You're just a baby, baby girl
So kiss me on the cheek
before you know what's sweet
You will be working in the morning
And I won't be there to see
you go off you're head
You will be working in the morning
And I won't be there to see
you go off you're head
There must be a reason for
all the looks we gave
And all the things we never said before
So what's the score?
Cause there must be a reason for
all the looks we gave
And all the things we never said before
You're just a baby, baby girl
So kiss me on the cheek
before you go to school
You're just a baby, baby girl
So kiss me on the cheek
before you know what's cool
You will be crying in the morning
And I won't be there to see
you go off you're head
Yeah, you will be crying in the morning
And I won't be there to see
you go off you're head
Refrain You're just a baby, baby girl
So kiss me on the cheek
and then go off to sleep
You're just a baby, baby girl
So let go of my hand
so we can get some sleep
I will be leaving in the morning
And I won't be there to see
you go off you're head
Yeah I will be leaving in the morning
And I won't be there to see
you go off you're head

Play a game with your electronics
Take a step to the discotheque, and people
Go outside where there's someone watching cars go
by And the city tall with steeples
Hand in hand with the Electronic
Renaissance is the way to go
Hand in hand with the Electronic
Renaissance is the way to go, boy
Hand in hand with the Electronic
Renaissance is the way to go
You're learning, soon you will do
the things you wanted
Since you were wearing glitter badges
If you work for much very longer
You'll be known as the boy who's always working
If you dance for much very longer
You'll be known as the boy who's always dancing
Monochrome in the 1990's You go disco and
I'll go my way Monochrome in the 1990's
You go disco and
I'll go my way Monochromein the 1990's
You go disco and
I'll go Funkadelic, man
Is the way to go
So drop a pill and then say hello

I could be dreaming I could have

ordinary people chasing me from town

to town Mission Impossible They've

got a spy for every blink of your

eye I'm feeling hunted I'm feeling

haunted They've got a knife for

every time you take the same train

into work A family's like a loaded

gun You point it in the wrong direction

someone's going to get killed If

you had such a dream Would you get

up and do the things you've been

dreaming Is he your husband? Or

just your boyfriend? Is he the moron

who's been beating you and keeping

you inside? I've never done this

kind of thing But if I kill him

now, who's going to miss him? I

went up to the school I went up

Castlehill For every step there

is a local boy who wants to be a

hero Do you want to do it now? Outside

the butchers with a knife and a bike chain

On a beech tree rudely carved NC
Was here Why did she do it? Was
She scared or sad? On a beech
Tree rudely carved NC loved me Why
Did she do it? Was she bored, or
Pushed Do something pretty while
You can Don't be a fool Reading
The Gospel to yourself is fine Do
Something pretty while you can Don't
Be afraid Skating a pirouette on
Ice is cool On a bus stop in the
Town "We Rule The School" Written
For everyone to see and read On
A bus stop in the town "We Rule
The School" Written for everyone
With eyes in their head Do something
Pretty while you can Don't fall
Asleep Driving from California to
New York Call me a prophet if
You like It's no secret You know
The world is made for men You know
The world is made for men You know
The world is made for men Not us

You know my wandering days are over
Does that mean that I'm getting boring?
You tell me I'm tired of listening to myself
now I'm tired of fixing things for
Michael and the rest of them
You know my bip-bopping days are over
I hung my boots up and then retired
from the disco floor
Now the centre of my so called being is
The space between your bed
and wardrobe with the louvre doors louvre doors

I said "My celibate days are over"
You put me straight on the finer
points of my speech rehearsed
In the mirror of my steamy bathroom
Where the lino tells a
sorry story in a monologue monologue

* Six months on, the winter's gone
The disenchanted pony
Left the town with the circus boy
The circus boy got lonely
It's summer, and it's sister song's
Been written for the lonely
The circus boy is feeling melancholy melancholy

It's got to be fate that's doing it
A spooky witch in a sexy dress
has been bugging me
With the story of the way
it should be With the story of
Sebastian and Belle the singer
I said "My one man band is over"
I hit the drum for the final time
and I walked away
I sew you in Japanese restaurant
You were doing it for business men on
the piano, Belle
You said it was a living Hell
You said that it was Hell

* Repeat

* Repeat

I don't love anyone
You're not listening
You're playing with something
You're playing with yourself
I don't love anyone
You're not listening even now
You're playing with someone
You're playing with someone else
And if there's one thing that
I learned when I was a child
It's to take a hiding

I don't love anything
Not even Christmas
Especially not that
I don't love anything
No, I don't love anyone
Maybe my sister Maybe
my baby brother too
yeah I don't love anyone
But if there's one thing that
I learned when I was still a child
It's to take a hiding Yeah
if there's one thing that
I learned when I was still at school
It's to be alone
Out in the street today
The kids are playing
having fun I pass them by
I'm not a kid, no I don't love anyone
I met a man today
He told me something pretty strange
There's always somebody
saying something
He said, "The world is as soft as lace."
But I don't love anyone

Mary Jo, sitting alone Drinking
tea, she just got home She wants,
I don't know what you want Mary
Jo, living alone Drinking gin with
the telly on She wants The night
to follow day and back again She
doesn't want to sleep Well who could
blame her if she wants? The night
to follow day and back again She
doesn't want to sleep Well who could
blame her, if she sleeps? Well who
could blame her, if she sleeps? Well
who could blame her, if she's sleeping? Mary
Jo, back with yourself For company,
keep telling yourself you're young It'll
happen soon Mary Jo, no one can
see What you've been through Now
you've got love to burn It's someone
else's turn to go through Hell Now
you can see them come from twenty
yards Yeah you can tell It's someone
else's turn to take a fall And now
you are the one who's strong enough
to help them The one who's strong
enough to help them The one who's
strong enough to help them all Mary
Jo, you're looking thin You're reading
a book, "The State I Am In" But
oh, it doesn't help at all What
you want is a cigarette And a thespian
with a caravanette in Hull Because
life is never dull in your dreams A
pity that it never seems to work
the way you see it Life is never
dull in your dreams A sorry tale
of action and the men you left for Women,
and the men you left for Intrigue,
and the men you left for dead