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She wrote my name, in her diary and today it came
And now I know how it feels to live behind the scenes I know how it feels to kiss into the dream, Of a girl who, likes to keep it fresh and new Behind closed doors, on chequered floors Down mahogany halls This is what she said to me This is what she said to me If you want to be with me, You've gotta leave that scene behind, And if you want to be free You've gotta push your friends aside In the modern school of urban fantasy Who's best writers include, her and me We get down on our knees and pray to thee Leather black bound diary She said David you'll always be a baby brother And you'll always be a mother's son And you'll always be somebody's favourite pupil But you will never be the man that I want This is what she said to me This is what she said to me If you want to be with me, You've gotta leave that scene behind, And if you want to be free You've gotta push your friends aside You've gotta push, push, push your friends aside Leave that scene behind Push, push, push your friends aside Leave that scene behind |
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| 2. |
| 2:59 |
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If I made it through Christmas without smoking
'Til your parents went to bed If you made it through too Without sticking your nail scissors in my neck I'll buy you bras instead of pickled eggs Chocolate instead of chutney Good red wine instead of bad red wine Next time I remember your birthday I ate peaches straight from the can The juice ran down my tongue Over my lip Slipped down my chin Dripped onto your parents' carpet The air in here is dead But we're not finished yet Throw the back door open Let me see your breath I love you like a madman I miss you all the time I wait for the morning I will wait all night I mixed rum and coke and lemonade Asked for my presents in the kitchen Alone again at 3am I listened to them With sugar round the rim and ash around the edges Of the tiles and the tables You didn't sit up waiting But somehow slept sober |
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| 3. |
| 3:25 |
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There were roman candles and Catherine wheels outside
Inside, all was deadly quiet Corner cut, medium weight and I arrive late I caught you spelling baby names with sparklers on your patio And you didn't know, that I'd been writing letters to other girls In shaky, shaky handwriting We swooned like 50's housewives Buzzing like a hive The room is spinning faster than a 45 And we come alive We come alive We come alive Well you were an octopus and I was an orang-utan And everybody in there saw the way that we carried on But everyone who knows me, knows I make up all these stories We swooned like 50's housewives Buzzing like a hive The room is spinning faster than a 45 And we come alive We come alive We come alive We come alive We come alive We come alive |
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| 4. |
| 3:36 |
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I read your letter, I read your letter
It said, I love John Lennon forever And I know you think I'm nuts (think I'm nuts) But I really hate his guts (hate his guts) And now you've half inched my copy of pet sounds I think you've taken everything from me I've had to give I die for beauty, I die for beauty Adjusted in the tomb Until the moss reached our lips, And covered up our names Sweet is the swamp with its secrets So kiss me, kiss me, kiss me Don't kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, Don't kiss me, kiss me, kiss me Tonight Because I've never really missed someone (missed someone) I never really missed someone (missed someone) I never really missed someone before And now I'm going to the country, to paint my mail box blue I'm not going to paint myself on you I'm going to the city, to dine more You can make me a palette on your floor But I won't stay the night Cos I, read your letter About how you love Sergeant Pepper But I know that someday I'll do better So don't; kiss me, kiss me, kiss me Don't kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, Don't kiss me, kiss me, kiss me Tonight |
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| 5. |
| 5:01 |
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Well the words that we spoke in the bar in the car
And at Goose Fair on the waltzers And the big wheel in your kitchen in the greenhouse in my garden Dozing in the giant pillow of a bouncy castle With Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel Halfway down to Blackpool Tower These words have filled my finest hours Like a bottle of milk they soured And I'm wondering tonight Wondering tonight If your skin is still as thin As it was those mornings We were sieved together and fried in pans And on your make-up stand it said my number in red But you had filled your net Sending off your kids like crows Still, in Wymeswold at the end of the summer I could smoke one off the end of another And I could say the right thing and piss off your mother Who you never really cared for But now I'm wondering tonight Wondering tonight If your skin is still as thin As it was those mornings anyway... Anyway! Anyway! Anyway! Anyway! Well there is light in any one of these tunnels Spurting up the stained funnel Of your Italian ex-boyfriend's coffee machine Which I stole when he left for Bologna And when I burnt my finger on it It's like he came back and bit me for it And you got cystitis didn't you Didn't you then With no purpose but to work And feel physical in nylon With the chocolate we survived on (The chocolate we dined on!) Melting in its plastic wrapper packet (in your pocket!) You crawled eight-legged down the drive And I'm wondering tonight Wondering tonight If your skin is still as thin As it was those mornings anyway... Anyway! Anyway! Anyway! Anyway? Anyway... Well the words that we spoke in the bar in the car And at Goose Fair on the waltzers And the big wheel in your kitchen in the greenhouse in my garden Dozing in the giant pillow of a bouncy castle With Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel Halfway down to Blackpool Tower These words have filled my finest hours Like a bottle of milk they soured |
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| 3:34 |
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When you came around
and offered nothing new, nothing old, nothing I could use. I wondered when did you give up on the way we spent our spring days constantly talking finding our voices amazing. You called me over, though I drive you crazy. My eye's still as strong as the avocado, baby. Though my hands start shaking in the second I awaken; I am soft, and still, and lazy and my tongue is on the run and it's only just begun... Did you ever see a good joke turn so sour? My tongue is on the run and it's having so much fun... I'm growing younger by the hour. I should wait until the spring, wait until the spring, but my carpet is crawling with crocodiles and a dozen porcupines point their needles in my thumb. Now, tippy Tina tippy-toes into the picture with a rolling thumb and finger... Tippy Tina tippy-toes into the picture with a rolling thumb and finger figure... You called me over, though I drive you crazy. My eye's still as strong as the avocado, baby. Though my hands start shaking in the second I awaken; I am soft, and still, and lazy and my tongue is on the run and it's only just begun... Did you ever see a good joke turn so sour? my tongue is on the run and it's having so much fun... I'm growing younger by the hour. |
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| 3:25 | 
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| 8. |
| 3:45 |
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| 9. |
| 3:53 |
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I was a young man, starving and drinking
And trying, to become a writer And I remember that apartment The smell of mice and dust And the old woman with the pretty legs All the kisses that I lost to your neck, I am a tennis player, playing on both sides of the net And I, will get you yet, And I will turn you, I will turn you Like a tattooed pigskin And this time you won't forget my face Read my lips A sculpture is a sculpture Marmalade is marmalade And a sculpture of marmalade is a sculpture But it isn't marmalade She said with you inside me, Comes the knowledge of my death But I still had some oranges left Underneath the bed I came to you, I came to depend on you I came upon you, I came upon your floor But the god should be left alone One mustn't bang upon the door She said for everything that is visible There is a copy that is hidden She said, nothing takes on life Until it has been eaten I was working the hole with the sailor And you wonder you don't get invited to more parties Read my lips A sculpture is a sculpture Marmalade is marmalade And a sculpture of marmalade is a sculpture But it isn't marmalade She said with you inside me, Comes the knowledge of my death But I still had some oranges left Underneath the bed |
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| 10. |
| 3:46 |
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I saw you in the film for just two seconds
A documentary set in heaven Where the hipsters roll like children And the writers roll like dogs On rugs in beds and on stages And the singers hide behind the camera I saw you in the film where the children write on glass The sun came in like a pack of orange spaniels Through the window over the ledge Under the curtain on their bellies creeping and bending Balls of string coiled like springs hang down from the cymbal stands And in your hands I sleep just like a drummer I wake up with the thunder of your type-writer every night Well every day a prayer goes on its knees I will quit the white the wine and the weed Falls to its belly and crawls towards New York I saw you in the film for just two seconds On a subway car lifting like a question From Earth to the street to the bridge in the east Where the green man wears a hat The sun came in like a pack of orange spaniels Through the window over the ledge Under the curtain on their bellies creeping and bending Balls of string coiled like springs hang down from the cymbal stands And in your hands I sleep just like a drummer I wake up with the thunder / Just like a drummer Of your type-writer / Wake up with the thunder Just Like a drummer / Of your type-writer (x5) Just Like a drummer... / Just Like a drummer ...every night. |
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| 11. |
| 2:30 |
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| 12. |
| 3:44 |
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The years answers melts, in a wet, winter kiss.
January and december, you and me forever. My horse is as tall as a wall fully recovered from the fall. Hit record and watch him crawl, into your pocket. If you hold me like you planned too, never let me go. What i want to know is when this pub closes. My horse is as high as a house, with the furniture burning and the windows smashed out. Hit pause and walk him out, out of your pocket. If you hold me like you planned too, never let me go. What i want to know, is when this pub closes. If you hold me like you planned too, never let me go. What i want to know is when this pub closes. When this pub closes |
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| 3:51 |
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