Sleeper

Monday morning - fiction on the tube then sorting out the daily mail
Nasty habit - read the horoscope then pick the skin around her nails
Are shiny - made for making love or kissing indiscreetly
At the weekend - miss the drink that leaves you feeling peaky

Tuesday lunchtime - itchy in a suit all dressed up for the pantomime
How d'you know though - when you're getting on or when you're getting back in
Line up, strung up - listen to the sound of someone else's funfair
Always racing - they'll catch you when you thought you'd just got somewhere

There's nothing you can do
I'll make it up to you
You're feeling just like them
Tonight we'll find a different world or sign a different treaty
Love makes you forgetful so completely

You're always looking read about the lives that loiter in non fiction
While you're waiting someone stole the courage of your conviction

clean clean superclean
god knows that's all
you'll be without me
but i'd do anything to have you
yes i'd give anything to have you
clean clean superclean
how come there's
never a mess around you
no spare anywhere
how orderly you are
to talk to

but i'd do anything to have you
and i'll do anything to
make you feel good

clean clean superclean
god knows a jagged edge
would suit you
friends friends
who needs friends
sometimes they're better
off without you

but i'd give anything to have you
and i'd do anything for you

i will make you brave
i won't make you
shave your head
i will make you good
i won't make you change
your hair style
i will make you glad
i will make you mean

something
fall asleep on me
and i will make you better
fall asleep on me
i'll put you back together
fall asleep on me
or pull yourself together

clean clean superclean
god knows that's all you
are without me

busy drinking gin
in a bar at biloxi
but i've only had four
only had four
benny and the jets
and a waitress called roxy
and she's all you want for
all you want for

cynical me come on come on
cynical me

she is a firecracker
come on come on
she is a firecracker
and i'm in love
i'm in love

heard you bought a ring
bet the diamonds go rusty
and its only got four
only got four
fifty seven kids
and all of them ugly
and i only want four
only want four

cynical me come on come on
cynical me

he is a firecracker
come on come on
he is a firecracker
and i'm in love

i'm in love completely
for one time only
i've searched
these green fields
all day long
i'm in love completely
for one time only
and on one knows me
like you do

oh cynical me come on come on
cynical me

because of you
i fall asleep for hours
we're made of glue
our bodies crushed and tired
i lie and lie
and now a most peculiar
wave arrives
how it breaks my guard
waits for me
while we slide apart
i know you're
taking me nowhere
and now there's
nothing else to say
i never was a fan
of the winter
so you'll understand
if i don't stay

we're sick today
turns out we're only hiding
got clean away
so nothing clever finds us
we lie and lie
and all this mess we never talk about
gathers dust and doubt
somebody take the rubbish out

and on what flavour day
did you scramble away
was i lost
or tired or sleeping
didn't i look too great
was it moments too late
when you noticed
your mistake

everyday i know you're
taking me nowhere
and now there's
nothing else i can say
i never was a fan
of the winter
so you'll understand
if i don't stay

i never was a fan of the winter time
so you'll forgive me if i don't stay

pistol shots and lights at dawn
and one fine day you'll find her gone
all the ghosts they come for me
make her cry a little and cover them up
broken clocks and bathroom tides
but one fine day old mountains rise
cupboard doors and garden gates
and deep inside some glacier waits
and what in the world did i do then
its only late for a while
its only scent your skin
what in the world do i do to resist
its only seventy inches and where do i go

i know nothing is changing but its gone
its really gone

i know its not really life till its gone wrong
there must be a reason

all the lives that i forgot
and one fine day you'll find her gone
all the nights they run from me
make her sigh a little and gather them in

and what in the world do i do then
its only late for a while
its only breath on your skin
and what in the world do i do to be strong
its only seventy inches and where do i go

i know nothing is changing
but its gone its really gone
i know its not really life till its all gone
and there must be a reason
there must be a reason

met a man
a motorway man
met a man
he really makes me wonder
slow faced worn and weary
one race left and then
fall over
and i see him every single day
and i see him everywhere driving
past me sunlight
on the bonnet so bright
everyone is cracking
slow face on the shoulder
still straight but everything is lacking
floating in and fading out
it seems anyway he waves at me
through the sunbeams

met a man
a motorway man
met a man
he really drags me under
sixteen miles an hour
sixteen miles an hour
baby do you laugh at me
i think you do and you know
that all of us are right behind you
and now i want to go home
but it's too late
how much further to go
before the home
straight wave me by and gently sigh
a smile just starts to break
you've got a funny face

our hero's fallen down again
it's not a big surprise
two weeks wages on a suit
a crappy pair of shoes
he's only handsome
in the right light
now what are we going to do
you never really knew
and no one knows where connie goes
she's wearing shiny clothes
paper wraps and skinny guys and
all her neighbours
eyes say running riot
our hero knows the papers
just need their news
they never really knew
but they decided where you're going to
we're ready for you don't write don't call me
unless you're lying in a traffic accident
unless you're dying in a traffic accident

and somewhere in a whitehall room
who's popping prostitutes full
of scotch and falling off
and that persistant cough a cosy number
and all those goons
they're only afraid of truth
they never really knew
that in the end
it would desert them too

we're ready for you
don't write don't call me
unless you're lying in a
traffic accident
unless you're dying in a
traffic accident

are we violent
are we stupid
are we vacant
are we useless
hello work life
farewell park life
have you come for me

don't write don't call me
or are we giving ourselves away
woke up this morning
and am i giving myself away
they owe you something
unless they're lying
in a traffic accident

She's a movie star arrangement
Got a touch of Bergman to her face
She wears suits and buys him flowers
Smokes his cigarettes and bakes him cakes
He says uh oh I love you
But I'm not sure I trust you
You seem strange to me
She's got green eyes and she's lovely
Reminds me of the 'it' girl with her lips
Got an automatic license
Reads all Dostoyevsky's household tips
He says uh oh I love you
But I'm not sure I trust you
You seem strange to me
How come everyone suspects her
Attach her to a lie detector
Watch a thousand housewives fizz and burn
And every time she answers yes
The needles on his polygraph test
Just go round in circles like his brain
She's got long hair but she's ugly
Got a touch of Einstein to her brain
She wears fat clothes but she's cunning
People say she's easy all the same
He says uh oh I love you
But I'm not sure I trust you
You seem strange to me
It took a thousand cliches just to scold her
Took a man from Stepford and a tape recorder
Got his ego broken, so crestfallen
You made a start, you made us laugh
Stop it. You're a grown man baby
It's just that your head's no good

We step through London
The streets holding on to us
We'll stand where the river bends
I hope we fall in..

So this time maybe
Lets take a photograph
We'll burn all the negatives
I hope we fall in..

Its never gonna be this good so just climb in
How long till reason makes us small again?
And it feels just like we just got started..

Its still you -
Taking me under
We turn to be scared..
Then decide that we don't care
Wear ourselves out on the way down

Its still you -
And the moment you left me you said I was cheap -
You were the sale of the century
Grease ourselves up on the way down

And now I touch you
I don't know where you begin
Sometimes you're a piece of me
I hope we fall in..

Its never gonna be this good so just climb in
How long till reason makes us small again
It feels just like we just got started..

Its still you -
Taking me under
We turn to be scared..
Then decide that we don't care
Wear ourselves out on the way down

Its still you
And the moment you left me you said I was cheap -
You were the sale of the century
Grease ourselves up on the way down

Its been too long, so it could just be something ate
It feels just like we just got started..

Its still you -
Taking me under
We turn to be scared..
Then decide that we don't care
Wear ourselves out on the way down

Its still you
And the moment you left me you said I was cheap -
You were the sale of the century
Grease ourselves up on the way down

Quickly she came, dressed up for fame,
Riding her perfume downstairs.
Make-up like glue, she danced 'round the room,
To the sound of the corduroy flares.
Let's go to town, taxis all round,
We could stop for a couple of beers.
He looks at it all, stifles a yawn,
She tries not to look like she cares.

What do I do now?
Are we going under?
What did I do wrong?
I thought we had it sorted
Out the other day
Maybe I'm just stupid
Can't we try again?
No-one told me it was raining.

Can't face a club,
They walk to a nearby pub,
Watch a couple of bands.
Draining the glass, they walk home at last,
Reaching for each other's hands.
Nothing is said, he goes to bed
Dreaming of her on his own.
She stays up all week, watching him sleep,
Scared that she'll wake up alone.

What do I do now?
Are we going under?
What did I do wrong?
I thought we had it sorted
Out the other day
Maybe I'm just stupid
Can't we try again?
No-one told me it was raining.

I'll miss you every day of your life
And oh, you'll feel it too,
You're not that strong,
You know I'm onto you.
I'll miss you every day of your life
And maybe when you're dead, I'll get some rest,
From holding onto you.

What do I do now?
Are we going under?
What did I do wrong?
I thought we had it sorted
Is there someone else?
Or am I too familiar?
Was it when I said I wanted to have children?
Tore up all your photos,
Didn't feel too clever,
Spent the whole of Sunday
Sticking you together.
Now I'd like to call you,
But I feel too awkward.
Some things need explaining,
No-one told me it was raining.

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Written By WENER
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Rides his bike on a tarmac causeway
Makes him ten feet tall and drives him anywhere
Dreams of rockets and home-run heroes
Takes the brakes off on the big hills for a dare
Oh when its dark here
There's a voice that will always call you in
But you don't care
You still sleep without thinking
Best of luck Mr Gorsky all the world's waiting for you
There's a clock on the wall
And it ticks when you're small
Counting for you
Good luck Mr Gorsky all the worlds waiting for you
There's a plaque on the wall
That your wife won at school
Cleans it for you
Making holes in the tall white fences
And a hundred curtains flicker as you pass
Think that man must be ninety-seven
Built a telescope he focused on the stars
Models in boxes never look like the pictures on the front
But that's okay
They still fly on elastic

you got me yeah
you got me yeah
whenever you want me yeah
whenever you want me yeah
you got me
you're not alone you got me
you know whenever you want me yeah
whenever you want me yeah

i'll breath with you leave with you
when everyone else is gone
we'll leave a door open a glass broken
a perfume of rain on an ocean of calm

i'll drink like you think like you
when everyone else is wrong
we'll tear their seams open
a small token lying around
like a bruise on their arms
ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

i'll stay with you all day with you
whenever you're incomplete
i'll be a match for you a deep scratch
when your gravity's gone and your full of defeat

i'll lie with you a spy with you
whenever you're on your own
i'll be around for you a clown for you
a cord you can pull
when you're falling too fast

You closed your eyes and left me here
and now I'm jealous of your sleep
I made some noise to wake you up
it seems you've drifted out of reach

I'm not sure if you meant what you said
but that's o.k.
'cos it still sounded good
when you said it anyway
I'm not sure where you are when I turn and stroke your face
you don't move anymoreso it must be getting late

I'm not tired even now
I think I'm glad to be awake
I've met these fractured thoughts before
they grin and wander round this place

I'll get up all I find
is a paper that I hate
real life disappears
and gets shrink wrapped in its place
I get up watch tv
helps me feed my vicious streak
real life disappears
Then we watch the spooks on the news
playing chess with the cynics
hope you die in the arms of your shrinks in your clinics
now its gone 5 a.m.

We smile and plan our revenge
by the end the night has found it's true friends
up all hours sketching a thousand great schemes
hope I'm not too tired to colour them in

Friday's gym and sunday's grim
He sees an analyst on tuesday morning
She's no happier than him
She only likes to hear her own voice talking
Oh well have you seen her face
Soaked in hype and foolishness
They say when you upped and left
Your parents didn't even notice
50 years to go ooh la la
And it seems to me that you're all dead already

Wifey works on style mags
Thin girls with bruises in her pictures
Halfway down she lost herself
I think they call it butterfingers
Oh well it's a cosy place
Occasional domestic flare ups
Oh well have you seen her face
She actually believes in haircuts

You sold your old punk records
Read the book instead
You lost your sense of humour
But you kept the queen is dead
You don't look yourself
You dress like your mother

we should spend the night in a small hotel like this
drinking champagne in it
we could drive your car through the East End streets to the city
and still make a day of it

take all i have i've no secrets left to steal
what would you give me for a trip behind your steering wheel

i need high heels just to stand up
got to carry some stairs to get near enough
i need some wheels to move you around
i've borrowed some tools to chisel you down
tie me up and i'll confess
a thousand ways that make you statuesque

and it won't last for long, better do you worst
while i'll forgive you of anything
oh your so rehearsed
'cos some wise guy built you pretty
so you'd get away with it

take all i have i've no secrets left to steal
what would you give me for a trip behind your steering wheel

busy drinking gin
in a bar at biloxi
but i've only had four
only had four
benny and the jets
and a waitress called roxy
and she's all you want for
all you want for
cynical me
come on come on
cynical me
she is a firecracker
come on come on
she is a firecracker
and i'm in love
i'm in love
heard you bought a ring
bet the diamonds go rusty
and its only got four
only got four
fifty seven kids
and all of them ugly
and I only want four
only want four
cynical me come
on come on
cynical me
he is a firecracker
come on come on
he is a firecracker
and i'm in love
i'm in love completely
for one time only
i've searched
these green fields
all day long
i'm in love completely
for one time only and on one knows me
like you do
oh cynical me
come on come on
cynical me

So I'll admit that it all started as a scam
'cos every girl wanted you and a year round tan
We know you're old but you're kind
You're rich and your heart is dicky
Yes I knew that you wanted me
And he said

Hey love how are you fixed
We'll meet at ten past now it's quarter to six
We'll spend the whole night making love on the sofa
It may sound funny but he wasn't supposed to

And then we both settled down to our favourite meal
D'you fancy veal parmesan and a case of warm chianti
Pass my bag I picked up that bra you fancied
Yes I knew that you wanted me

Oh we knew it couldn't last
And we should have left it long before
One great year and one for luck
And like all good things you soon wanted more
You were always so polite
I think I loved you

And I said

Hey love I'm making it easy on us
I'll leave and a few of our dreams turn to dust
All night making love on your sofa
And it may sound funny but he wasn't supposed to
Summer '92 I remember it clearly
When he choked on the olive in his dry martini
There was dismay from friends he was close to
And it may sound funny but it wasn't supposed to be

This man lives in the ocean
He puts his favourite clothes on
And drifts away day after day
And you can't hear me call
This man needs a direction
You want my blind affection
And I'm not sorry that I came
I stayed too long that's all

And you're a bad habit
Glad of it
I'm not so sure I can help you
Sad for it
Thanks for it
I'm not so sure I can make you

Stop your crying it's not helping
Stop your crying it's no help
Did you still think that my love
Could make you special

Pulled me in on a high tide
How well you hid your flipside
It won't do to comfort you
Each time you cough or call
You think I wanted to use you
Complex issues just confuse you
You don't care you're unaware
How far these things can fall

Two ferries collide and you'll be the one
Standing on the dock reading papers in the sun
The ice age arrives you'll keep me warm
Falling at your feet with no feelings of my own
What do I do with you lately
What can I do with you lately

Two robbers arrive big guys with guns
You'll be the one looking backwards as we run
Crusaders come by fat guys who sing
You'll be the one not believing anything

What do I do for you lately
What can I do for you

I'm not afraid of you you're very nice in fact
Now give me all your cigarettes
These little love attacks
Are making me feel queasy
Can't get my heart rate down

Two missionaries come with conversion kits
You'll be the one sewing cotton through their lips
We wear out the sun you'll be the one
Lying on the roof wearing factor 41

I'm not afraid of you you're very nice
In fact you've got it all you're very tall
I'm totally impressed can't get my heart rate down

I'm not afraid of you you're very nice
In fact you've got it all but I'm bored
Of being sycophantic
So get your knickers down

i must be dreaming, live in a small world with dust over it.
i've got no feelings, wear thin shoes with glass under them
click off gone.

they made him lie down, keeping the ground warmwhile life drips on it
they turned him right down, collected a life and said goodbye to it
click off gone

don't make it anything specil, tucked in with words over it
click off gone

Luca Brasi's got nothing on you
there's something wrong 'cos i can leave if i want to
you don't stay long but i imagine your real
invited you for a meal

i must be dreaming, the pictures are gone nowi'mnot sure of it
i've got no feelings. i turned down the sound now there's no more of it
click off gone

click off gone