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In the city there's a thousand things I want to say to you
But whenever I approach you, you make me look a fool I wanna say, I wanna tell you About the young ideas But you turn them into fears In the city there's a thousand faces all shining bright And those golden faces are under 25 They wanna say, they gonna tell ya About the young idea You better listen now you've said your bit-a And I know what you're thinking You're sick of that kind of crap But you'd better listen man Because the kids know where it's at In the city there's a thousand men in uniforms And I've heard they now have the right to kill a man We wanna say, we gonna tell ya About the young idea And if it don't work, at least we still tried In the city, in the city In the city there's a thousand things I want to say to you |
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| 1:58 |
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Anything that you wanna do, anyplace that you wanna go
Don't need permission for everything that you want Any taste that you feel is right Wear any clothes just as long as they're bright Say what you want, 'cos this is a new art school Do what you want if it takes your mind Better do it now, 'cos you won't have time And never worry if people laugh at you The fools only laugh 'cos they envy you Time is motion and the hands are fast Young words are mumbled, they don't always last It's up to us to be sure they understand Who makes the rules that make people select Who is to judge that your ways are correct The media as watchdog is absolute shit The TV telling you what to think Anything that you wanna do, anyplace that you wanna go Don't need permission for everything that you want Any taste that you feel is right Wear any clothes just as long as they're brightSay what you want, 'cos this is a new art school Do what you want, 'cos this is the new art school |
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| 3:28 |
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Knew the time to leave had come when you pointed out your ring
Never could see what was in this matrimony thing Baby, baby, baby you sure made a noise when I left And your father started shouting lest you ironed my shirts 'fore I left Would've liked to explain first but it was a split decision thing Couldn't see me settling down with a mortgage and a kid Now I hear you've been looking for me Combing every single inch You'll probably find me in Hyde Park Try the hotel first then a bench Baby, baby, baby I've changed my address I didn't mean to make you cry but I know it's for the best Baby, baby, baby I've changed my address It's OK being in love girl, but then fun is second best No one's gonna tie me down Nobody tell me what to do Don't you see I've got to be free Sorry baby that's the way it is - get with me I said maybe! I didn't mean to break your heart and I know it's not your choice Better think of it this way, there's other fools to entice That's right! Baby, baby, baby I've changed my address I didn't mean to make you cry but I know it's for the best Baby, baby, baby I've changed my address It's OK being in love girl, but then fun is second best Baby, baby, baby I've changed my address I didn't mean to make you cry but I'm sure it's for the best Baby, baby, baby I've changed my address It's OK being in love girl, but then fun is second best |
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This is a modern world
This is the modern world What kind of a fool do you think I am? You think I know nothing of the modern world All my life has been the same I've learned to live by hate and pain It's my inspiration drive I've learned more than you'll ever know Even at school I felt quite sure That one day I would be on top And I'd look down upon the map The teachers who said I'd be nothing This is the modern world that I've learnt about This is the modern world, we don't need no one To tell us what's right or wrong Say what you like 'cause I don't care I know where I am and going too It's somewhere I won't preview Don't have to explain myself to you I don't give two fucks about your review |
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| 5. |
| 2:17 |
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Oi!
All over the country (We want a new direction) I said all over this land (We need a reaction) Well there should be a youth explosion (Inflate creation) But something we can command What's the point in saying destroy I want a new life for everywhere We want a direction (All over the country) I want a direction (All over this land) Because this is your last chance You can't dismiss what is gone before But there's foundations for us to explore I said - All around the world I've been looking for new - Youth explosion! A new direction - We want a reaction - Inflate creation - Looking for new! |
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| 2:37 |
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Do you know what you're looking for?
Streets of gold, fame and fortune? You didn't fancy working in a factory But your mum and dad didn't agree You slept on Waterloo station at first But now you've moved to a posher squat You wonder where your next meal will come from Still it's better than living at home You're looking tired 'cause it's been three weeks Since you changed your clothes or washed your feet But you're learning fast all the time How to cadge cigarettes and pills I don't condemn what you done I know what it is to be young You're only searching for today To see the answers about yesterday And I hope you find |
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| 1:36 |
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Bricks and mortar, reflecting social change,
Cracks in the pavement, reveal cravings for success Why do we try to hide our past By pulling down houses and build car parks Windows and mirrors like a two-way glass This is progress, nothing stands in its path Yellow bulldozers, the donkey jackets and J.C.B.'s While hundreds are homeless they're constructing a parking space Why do they have to knock them down And leave the site dormant for months on end? Who has the right to make that choice? A man whose home has cost forty grand Tell me! Bricks and mortar, bricks and mortar Knock 'em down! |
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| 2:25 |
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Take a look at the great street
It don't seem the same Remember how great it should be Shops are full of fashion People told what they want The street that was a part of the British Monarchy British Monarchy Who wants cafgans and all that We don't need them now Why should we accept the change And buy clothes of today Kids repel the change and Bring back the street Shops filled by whole nations Carnaby Street Carnaby Street The street is a mirror For our country Reflects the rise and fall Of our nation The street that was a legend Is a mockery A part of the British tradition Gone down the drain You don't need no glass ball To see it's faults Take a walk along that street And you'll see what I mean Carnaby Street Carnaby Street (not what it used to be) Carnaby Street (not what it used to be) |
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| 11. |
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| 12. |
| 2:58 |
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| 13. |
| 3:23 |
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| 14. |
| 2:40 |
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| 15. |
| 2:57 |
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| 16. |
| 3:39 |
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| 17. |
| 3:35 |
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| 18. |
| 3:05 |
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| 1. |
| 3:51 |
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Times were so tough, but not as tough as they are now
We were so close and nothing came between us and the world No personal situations Thick as thieves us, we'd stick together for all time And we meant it but it turns out just for a while We stole the friendship that bound us together We stole from the schools and their libraries We stole from the drugs that sent us to sleep We stole from the drink that made us sick We stole anything that we couldn't keep And it was enough, we didn't have to spoil anything And always be as thick as thieves Like a perfect stranger, you came into my life Then like the perfect lone ranger You rode away, rode away, rode away, rode away We stole the love from young girls in ivory towers We stole autumn leaves and summer showers We stole the silent wind that says you are free We stole everything that we could see But it wasn't enough - and now we've gone and spoiled everything Now we're no longer as thick as thieves You came into my life Then like a perfect stranger You walked away, walked away, walked away, walked away Thick as thieves us, we'd stick together for all time And we meant it but it turns out just for a while We stole the friendship that bound us together We stole the burning sun in the open sky We stole the twinkling stars in the black night We stole the green belt fields that made us believe We stole everything that we could see But something came along that changed our minds I don't know what and I don't know why But we seemed to grow up in a flash of time While we watched our ideals helplessly unwind No, we're no longer as thick as thieves - no We're not as thick as we used to be, no We're no longer as thick as thieves, no We're not as thick as we used to be No it wasn't enough And we've gone and spoiled everything Now we're no longer as thick as thieves |
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| 2. |
| 3:42 |
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Sup up your beer and collect your fags
There's a row going on down near Slough Get out your mat and pray to the West I'll get out mine and pray for myself. Thought you were smart when you took them on But you didn't take a peep in their artillery room All that rugby puts hairs on your chest What chance have you got against a tie and a crest ? Hello, hooray, what a nice day, for the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles Hello, hooray, I hope rain stops play, with the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles Thought you were clever when you lit the fuse Tore down the House of Commons in your brand new shoes Composed a revolutionary symphony Then went to bed with a charming young thing. Hello, hooray, cheers then mate, its the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles Hello, hooray, an extremist scrape, with the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles What a catalyst you turned out to be Loaded the guns then you run off home for your tea Left me standing, like a guilty schoolboy. What a catalyst you turned out to be Loaded the guns then you run off home for your tea Left me standing, like a naughty schoolboy. We came out of it naturally the worst Beaten and bloody and I was sick down my shirt We were no match for their untamed wit Though some of the lads said they'd be back next week. Hello, hooray, there's a price to pay, to the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles Hello, hooray, I'd prefer the plague, to the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles Hello, hooray, there's a price to pay, to the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles COme out and play, I'd prefer the plague, to the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles |
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| 2:51 |
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Saturday's boys live life with insults,
Drink lots of beer and wait for half time results, Afternoon tea in the light-a-bite - chat up the girls - they dig it! Saturday's girls work in Tesco's and Woolworths, Wear cheap perfume 'cause its all they can afford, Go to discos they drink Babycham talk to Jan - in bingo accents. Saturdays kids play one arm bandits, they never win but that's not the point is it, Dip in silver paper when their pints go flat, How about that - far out! Their mums and dads smoke Capstan non filters, Wallpaper lives 'cause they all die of cancer, What goes on - what goes wrong. Save up their money for a holiday, To Selsey Bill or Bracklesham Bay, Think about the future - when they'll settle down, Marry the girl next door - with one on the way. These are the real creatures that time has forgot, Not given a thought - its the system - Hate the system - what's the system? Saturdays kids live in council houses, Wear v-necked shirts and baggy trousers, Drive Cortinas fur trimmed dash boards, Stains on the seats - in the back of course! |
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| 3:16 |
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Life is timeless, days are long when you're young
You used to fall in love with everyone Any guitar and any bass drum Life is a drink and you get drunk when you're young Life is new and there's things to be done You can't wait to be grown up Acceptance into the capital world You pull on some weed, then you pull on someone when you're young But you find out life isn't like that It's so hard to comprehend Why you set up your dreams to have them smashed in the end But you don't mind you've got time on your side And they're never gonna make you stand in line You're just waiting for the right time You're fearless and brave - you can't be stopped when you're young You swear you're never ever gonna work for someone No corporations for the new age sons Tears of rage roll down your face But still you say "it's fun" And you find out life isn't like that It's so hard to understand Why the world is your oyster but your future's a clam It's got you in its grip before you're born It's done with the use of a dice and a board They let you think you're king but you're really a pawn You're fearless and brave - you can't be stopped when you're young You used to fall in love with everyone Any guitar and any bass drum |
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| 3:00 |
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| 6. |
| 3:21 |
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| 4:06 |
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| 2:03 |
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| 9. |
| 3:32 |
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| 4:04 |
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| 11. |
| 2:25 |
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| 12. |
| 3:02 |
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| 3:20 |
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| 3:44 |
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| 3:18 |
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| 3:14 |
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| 2:33 |
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| 3:30 |
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| 2:34 |
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| 2:43 |
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