Ocean Colour Scene

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100 mile high city
Falling to the floor
Everybody’s in it
Falling to the floor

Will I ever find some peace of mind
Ever in the world

Baby he’s a crying
On his mother’s knee
Bankers they’re a lying
Dealt us to our knees

Will we ever find some peace of mind
Ever please

Take us to the doctor
But the doctor makes mistakes
Take us to the lawyers
But the lawyers over-paid
Take you anywhere
Where you can show your face to the world

100 mile high city
Falling to the floor
Everybody’s in it
Falling to the floor

Will I ever find some peace of mind again
Ever in the world

Baby he’s a screaming
Papers they’re agreeing
I can see no reason
Should be screaming treason
Will we ever find no peace of mind
Ever in the world

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I fell in love on the street again
It’s a love that is wrong
Tramp the floor with my feet again
I’ve been walking so long

Can anyone really tell you
Does anyone really know
I fell in love on the street again
You can guess they said no

Time runs out of time
A time to walk a time to run
But I ran out of time
Love on the street is no fun

I roamed between a hundred hotel rooms
A hundred numbers on the doors
I sang a song with the bedroom queens
I sang in tune with them all






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Harry don뭪 fly ?not like he used to
All the games he used to play
Are broken on the playground floor and useless
Harry don뭪 smile ?not like he used to
All the laughs have gone away
They haunt the playboy bar where we used to go
But Harry Kidnap뭩 cool
But Harry Kidnap뭩 cool
He wrote all the rules
We뭠l get by like we used to
When he used to run the show
He will smile and look youthful
Such a shame he had to go
Say a prayer for the boxers
For the builders to a man
Sing a song for the dreamers
For the fathers and sons
He played his hand ?just like he used to
Just the same the king you played
Is beaten by the ace of spades ?he뭩 ruthless
Harry won뭪 cry ?when you are crying
All the tales like peeling bells
Will tell of nights when racehorses are flying home

Down town breaks the morning sun
The day's begun
you're on your way now
Don't give a stupid thought
The answer that it don't deserve
now Don't hang your hat on words
That are absurd but so beguiling
What you need's not far away
It's on your face so keep on smiling
It's just a little bit of love you
need Just a little bit more
But you're so hard to please
Shut behind your door
But hey I'm not stupid
I'm just in love
Night lights call the moths to flight
To play and fight the day is
breaking Out on the choking roads
The busy droves are money making
Don't make a cross to bear
The weight of which needs too
much timing What you need is
in your hands It's on your
face so keep on trying
It's just a little bit of love
you need Just a little bit more
But you're so hard to please
Shut behind your door
But hey I'm not stupid
I'm just in love
And all of the time
Your face looks fine
But I know you're not
You hide away Your own mistakes
But you know they're not
And they shout out loud
It's just a little bit of love
you need Just a little bit more
But you're so hard to please
Shut behind your door
But hey I'm not stupid
I'm just in love
But hey I'm not stupid
I'm just in love

I can’t hold on to one thought
Long enough to take you and me away
Magic carpet day
I can’t hold on for too long
Keeping all my memories at bay
Magic carpet day
Hold on for dear life
The world looks small from this height
Careening through our magic carpet day
The world won’t shake you
Knock you down and break you
Steering through these magic carpet days
I can’t back off and be quiet
But I’d never leave you standing in the rain
Magic carpet day
My arms will always hold you
And lay you tired to rest from a brand new day
Magic carpet day

It’s so nice in Mrs Maylie’s house
I’d spend my life in Mrs Maylie’s house
Count my time counting the moon
I’d spend my life in Mrs Maylie’s house
It’s so nice in Mrs Maylie’s house
I’d spend my life in Mrs Maylie’s house
Count my time counting the moon
It’s so nice in Mrs Maylie’s house
Well good morning Mrs Maylie
It’s so nice to wake in sunshine
Spent my short life in prison
Was my birth that was my first crime
I’d like to pick some flowers
And arrange them around your room
And I love to spend the hours
‘Fore they’re snatched away too soon
Well I love it in the country
And loath the London mire
And there’s no one who’s been kinder
In my wretched little life
Oh good morning Mrs Maylie
And your daughter seems so nice
An open heart’s my saviour
And my trusting is my vice

I aint a cowboy no more
I know what you're thinking, guess you heard it before
I get so tired yet can't sleep
Or maybe I'm there this could all be a dream
I wish you didn't get hung up so easily,
When you're bound to fall apart, you always fall apart at the seams
I'm so worn, I'm so torn, tossed aside like an old pair of jeans

I aint a cowboy no more
You won't hear my spurs clinck down the hall
I learnt the trade off the street
I hold my head up everytime time that we meet
I wish you didn't get hung up so easily
When you're bound to fall apart, you always fall apart at the seams
I'm so worn, I'm so torn, tossed aside like an old pair of jeans

Well I got no choice
You know you just take me over
Well you'll never see me dyin'
Or ever stop me tryin'
God willin' always keep me flyin'...high

I aint a cowboy no more
I know what you're thinking, guess you heard it before
I learnt the trade off the street
I hold my head up everytime that we meet
I wish you didn't get hung up so easily
When you're bound to fall apart, you always fall apart at the seams
I'm so worn, I'm so torn, tossed aside like an old pair of jeans

Yeah, like an old pair of jeans
Yeah, like an old pair of jeans
Yeah, like an old pair of jeans
Like an old pair of jeans

Low, Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low, Low
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Standing by the Post Office
Tryin' to send a letter to my wife
(Didn't see it coming round)
The crazy politicians
Tried to lower the street signs and lights
Head lights, head lights
Low, Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low, Low
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
These days it doesn't seem fair
What, like right now?
Standing by the Post Office
Tryin' to send a letter to my best friend
I care, I care, I care, I care
Closing all the street signs
Closing the white's of eyes, a mean mile
(You didn't see it coming, yeh)
Standing by the Post Office
Tryin' to send a letter to my good friend
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Banker's closing all the banks
And the street signs aren't working
Their all bust now
Low, Low, Low, Low, Low
I've got the arse now
We didn't see it coming
We've got the arse now

I’ll meet you at the Gate House
But I can’t be late you see
I’m going to Rockfield
Are you going to Rockfield

I want to make some sounds there
Out there in the open air
I’m going to Rockfield
Are you going to Rockfield

Stop all the shouting
Stop all the screaming
Demanding phone calls ringing
I can’t hear me bleeding
I can’t hear what you’re saying
When everyone is talking
I can’t see the line between
The sky and the tightrope walker
I’m going to Rockfield

It’s a cold blue hello Monday morning
And your clock strikes a blow and a warning
‘Cos you’re only at the weekend living
And your wife and friends are unforgiving
There’s a cut in your face off your shaving
In the mirror in the sea a man is waving
He’s remarkably like you so he’s worth saving
And your wife and your friends do all the blaming
I don’t go for that
My name is Saturday
I’m the girl in the car/drunk afternoon
I’m the drink at the bar
I’m plenty
I don’t go for that
My name is Saturday
I am dressed for the night
I’m the radio on
I’m twenty

Don’t you know about the bogey man
He will come and take you by the hand
Take you from this pleasant land and away
Don’t you know about the sandman
Comes at night and takes you by the hand
Takes you from your Bedford land and away
Sing Children Sing
Come into the light right now
And sing
Don’t you know about the child catcher
Throw you in a cage much faster
Than your slowly changing childhood days have gone away
Don’t you know about the ogre man
He will come and take you by the hand
He will eat you just where you stand
And you’re gone away
So sing children sing
Come into the light right now
And sing
Have you heard about Uncle Sam
He will always make a stand
Come and free you and take command
And then stay
Have you heard about his best friend
Winning smile and curly hair
And like a best friend he’s always there
And he will stay
So sing children sing
Come into the light right now
And sing

Village life, everybody knows the wife
Knows how many pints you like
And where you park your bike at night

That’s ok I wouldn’t want it any other way
Rue St Denis or St Tropez
Over the hill or far away

On the green I saw you with sweet sixteen
You didn’t see me you were quite obscene
Now the neighbours know where you’ve been

In the town mother’s friends all pull the shutters down
Father no more buys a round
Because you were the village clown

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It’s too bad if you hear the word
And decide that it’s all too absurd
Punch the air and believe it
When the crowd cries out its agreement

And if I get to heaven tomorrow
I will that it’s time I just borrowed
Then look the guard in the face
As he locks the keys away

Please please please
Just before you go
Your glass is only half empty
But you’re full on so where is the show
But you’re full on so where is the show

And I counted all of the jars
And the labels told their names
And I counted all of the cars
Down the avenues and the lanes

And a light will shine on you
And deliver me the day
And I’ll dance between your feet
Down the avenues and the trees

Please please please
Just before you go
Your glass is only half empty
But you’re full on so where is the show
But you’re full on so where is the show

I count hours: they’re only waiting
But in between you find something so real
You’re elated

Please please please
Just before you go
Your glass is only half empty
But you’re full on so where is the show
But you’re full on so where is the show




to moonn6pence from shootingstar(papayeverte)