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from 13 Going On 30 (완벽한 그녀에게 딱 한가지 없는 것) by Theodore Shapiro [ost] (2004)
somtimes I feel I`ve got to
Run away I`ve got to get away from the pain that you drive into the heart of me the love we share seems to go nowhere and I`ve lost my light for I toss and turn I can`t sleep at night once I ran to you(I ran) now I`ll run from you this tainted love you`ve given I give you all a boy could give you take my tears and that`s not nearly all oh tainted love tainted love now I know I`ve got to run away i`ve got to get away You don`t really want it any more from me to make things right youneed someone to hold you tight and you`ll think love is to pray But I`m sorry i don`t pray that way once I ran to you (I ran) now I`ll run from you this tainted love you`ve given I give you all a boy could give you take my tears and that`s not nearly all tainted love don`t touch me please I cannot stand the way you tease I love you though you hurt me so now I`m going to pack my things and go tainted love touch me baby, tainted love tainted love instrumental till end |
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from Mr. & Mrs. Smith (미스터 앤 미세스 스미스) by John Powell [ost] (2005)
somtimes I feel I`ve got to
Run away I`ve got to get away from the pain that you drive into the heart of me the love we share seems to go nowhere and I`ve lost my light for I toss and turn I can`t sleep at night once I ran to you(I ran) now I`ll run from you this tainted love you`ve given I give you all a boy could give you take my tears and that`s not nearly all oh tainted love tainted love now I know I`ve got to run away i`ve got to get away You don`t really want it any more from me to make things right youneed someone to hold you tight and you`ll think love is to pray But I`m sorry i don`t pray that way once I ran to you (I ran) now I`ll run from you this tainted love you`ve given I give you all a boy could give you take my tears and that`s not nearly all tainted love don`t touch me please I cannot stand the way you tease I love you though you hurt me so now I`m going to pack my things and go tainted love touch me baby, tainted love tainted love instrumental till end |
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from Coneheads (콘헤드) by David Newman [ost] (1993)
Sometimes I feel I've got to. . . run away,
I've got to. . . get away From the pain you drive into the heart of me. The love we share seems to go nowhere, And I've lost my life, For I toss and turn; I can't sleep at night. Once I ran to you, now I run from you. This tainted love you've given, I gave you all a boy could give you. Take my tears and that's not really all. . . Tainted love, ohh, tainted love Now I know I've got to. . . run away, I've got to. . . get away. You don't really want any more from me. To make things right you need someone to hold you tight, And you think love is to pray, But I'm sorry I don't pray that way. Don't touch me please, I cannot stand the way you tease. I love you though you hurt me so. Now I'm gonna pack my things and go. Ohh, tainted love Touch me baby, tainted love |
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from Soft Cell - The Singles (1987)
Everywhere I go
I take a little piece of you I collect, I reject Photographs I took of you Towns that I passed through I쨈ve got to have a memory Or I have never been there I have never had you, had you, had you I can쨈t remember Give me a reminder I collect, I reject Memorabilia Memorabilia I like little bits of glassware Ashtrays with inscriptions Plastic things on pencils Bits of mass production Postcards, pretty pictures Little bits of plastic Covering up the bedroom To show you I쨈ve been there To show you I쨈ve been there Keychains and snowstorms Keychains and snowstorms Give me a reminder Give me a reminder Memorabilia, memorabilia Keychains and snowstorms Memorabilia, memorabilia I can쨈t remember Give me a reminder I collect, I reject Photographs I took of you Towns that I passed through I쨈ve got to have a memory Or I have never been there I have never had you, had you, had you I can쨈t remember Give me a reminder I collect, I reject Memorabilia Memorabilia Castanets, mantillas Torremolinos Castanets and plastic men Memorabilia Memorabilia |
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from Soft Cell - The Singles (1987)
somtimes I feel I`ve got to
Run away I`ve got to get away from the pain that you drive into the heart of me the love we share seems to go nowhere and I`ve lost my light for I toss and turn I can`t sleep at night once I ran to you(I ran) now I`ll run from you this tainted love you`ve given I give you all a boy could give you take my tears and that`s not nearly all oh tainted love tainted love now I know I`ve got to run away i`ve got to get away You don`t really want it any more from me to make things right youneed someone to hold you tight and you`ll think love is to pray But I`m sorry i don`t pray that way once I ran to you (I ran) now I`ll run from you this tainted love you`ve given I give you all a boy could give you take my tears and that`s not nearly all tainted love don`t touch me please I cannot stand the way you tease I love you though you hurt me so now I`m going to pack my things and go tainted love touch me baby, tainted love tainted love instrumental till end |
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from Soft Cell - The Singles (1987)
Sunday morning going slow
I'm talking to the radio Clothes and record on the floor Memories of the night before Out in clubland having fun And now I'm hiding from the sun Waiting for a visitor Though no-one knows I'm here for sure Chorus: Dancing laughing Drinking loving And now I'm all alone In bedsit land My only home I think it's time to cook a meal To fill the emptiness I feel Spent my money going out I've nothing I'm left without Clean my teeth and comb my hair Look for something new to wear Start the nightlife over again Kid myself I'm having fun Chorus I look out from my window view There's really nothing else to do Read a book maybe write a letter Mother, things are getting better Watch the mirror count the lines The battle scars of all the good times Look around and I can see A thousand people just like me Chorus I'm waiting for something I'm only passing time [For purchasers of the 7" version, the song stops here. For purchasers of the 12" version, there are the additional lines:] Do you look a mess? Do you have a hangover? Did you overdo the lemonade Cut short on the soda? Did you do that dance the doctor Told you that you shouldn't do? But you're only young You should do that dance twice over I knew it's pretty early But you still look great Just ready for the beauty That the make up will create Take a little blusher Take a little paint Put on the silver dress The one that makes the young boys faint I'm sitting on my bed And I'm looking at the time Have a cup of coffee And you're feeling fine Put on that new record That you bought the other day The words will make you smile You can dance the dust away Make your single bed And push the tea leaves down the drain Take a long deep breath And start the nightlife over again I'm waiting for someone I'm only passing time And now I'm all alone And I don't care And I don't care Bedsitter Bedsitter And I don't care I don't care Bedsitter Bedsitter (Repeat and fade...) |
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from Soft Cell - The Singles (1987)
Standing in the door of the Pink Flamingo
Crying in the rain It was a kind of so so love And I'm going to make sure it never Happens again You and I It had to be The standing joke of the year You were a sleep around A lost and found And not for me I fear I tried to make it work You in a cocktail skirt And me in a suit (Well it just wasn't me) You're used to wearing less And now you're life's a mess So insecure you see I put up with all the scenes And this is one scene That's going to be played my way Chorus: Take your hands off me I don't belong to you, you see Take a look at my face For the last time I never knew you You never knew me Say hello Goodbye Say hello wave goodbye Under the deep red light I can see the makeup sliding down Hey little girl you will always make up So take off that unbecoming frown What about me- well I'll find someone That's not going cheap in the sales A nice little housewife Who'll give me a steady life And won't keep going off the rails Chorus We've been involved For quite a while now And to keep you secret has been hell We're strangers meeting for the first time O.K.? Just smile and say hello Say hello then wave goodbye GOODBYE |
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from Soft Cell - The Singles (1987)
I'm lost again
And I'm on the run Looking for love In a sad song With your avenger eyes And your cat like ways I can hold you You're a fool for me to be cruel I'm leaning on this bar Listening to you sing And your sad song Rings in my ears And I start to cry Chorus 1 He's searching She's showing See him held in a deep deep spell He knows she's glowing I can find within my mind A way to go I can look deep into your life and shout Hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me... I hear the saxophone And it tears my soul And they're feeling old Feeling so cold She is the torch And she is the theme She could be a dream But oh boy, is she real? Try to avoid her eyes To avoid her words They will hit you With all that you feel Chorus 1 Chorus 2 See her eyes they are bright tonight See the stars coming out tonight See the moon looking down tonight See how they light your way tonight See my eyes they are bright tonight See my hands reaching out tonight Hear my words they are dynamite See how they light your way tonight 12 |
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from Soft Cell - The Singles (1987)
We've hit those depths again Playing black games again Black mellow lies And the narrowing of eyes Playing those games again You hold the reins again But then I turned the card And you know I hit hard Loving you, hating me It's the other side of love It's the side that you don't want to see Shaking your head that way It's so true when they say That love is a pain in the heart A pain that pulls apart I'm breaking rules again You're breaking hearts again Pretend to despise When there's love in your eyes Loving you, hating me It's the other side of love It's the side that you don't want to see And I'm loving you And you're hating me It's the other side of love It's the other side of love |
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from Soft Cell - The Singles (1987)
I'm lost again and I'm on the run
Looking for love in a sad song. With your avenger eyes and your catlike ways I can hold you. You are a fool for me to be cruel. I'm leaning on this bar listening to you sing And your sad song rings in my ears and I start to cry. He's searching she's showing See him heZd in a deep deep spell he knows she's glowing. I can find within my mind a way to go I can look deep into your light and shout Hold me hold me hold me hold me hold me. I hear the saxophone and it tears my soul And we're feeling old feeling so cold She is the torch and she is the theme She could be a dream but - oh boy - is she real. Try to avoid her eyes to avoid her words They will hit you with all that you feel. He's searching she's showing . . . |
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from Soft Cell - The Singles (1987)
Atmospheres are tense today Mother and father are rowing again Silently seated around the table You're the one that's getting the blame Father looks at you like a snake You play with the food upon your plate No one seems to be on your side Things that threaten to hurt your pride Mother loves to be concerned Using lessons that she learnt Fathers never understand When children have the upper hand Smiling you did your time at school Crying quietly like a fool Saturday night and Sunday morning Did all the things they asked you to do They say that home is where the heart is But home is only where the hurt is Pull the wool over the eyes Forget the worries that you started Mother loves to be concerned Using lessons that she learnt Fathers never understand When children have the upper hand When you stayed out every night The first time from your parent's sight They started to show some concern But by then it was too late Feel it's time to pull away Shut your ears to all they say Be yourself you know it's true When in the end what's left is you Mother loves to be concerned Using lessons that she learnt Fathers never understand When children have the upper hand |
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from Soft Cell - The Singles (1987)
Rain keeps on falling
Sun refuse to shine Baby quit your stalling And say that you are mine Chorus: 'Cause I've got so many troubles Oh I feel like I could cry Going down in the subway Jump on those train tracks and die Down in the subway I hide these tears of mine Down in the subway I'm gonna cry cry cry 'til the end of the line Cold hearted baby You're too mean to smile Every day is stormy Oh you're one evil child Chorus Red blooded baby Your too tough for me I don't mean maybe Oh why don't you let me be Chorus Jump on those train tracks and die Jump on those train tracks and die Go down in the subway Jump on those train tracks and die Jump on those train tracks and die I'm all run over |
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from Soft Cell - The Singles (1987)
The wind in my hair
And the black in my eyes I was holding back tears As I reeled with surprise There was no one to phone I just chewed at the time I was waving goodbye To control of my mind And the beat of my heart Marks the passing of time And I just wanna scream to the sky There are times when my mind is an explosion of feelings I'm trying to hold on to the soul inside I go looking for lies But I couldn't find the way out In your play-the-game eyes The where's or the why's Should I laugh Should I cry Should I live Should I die? It's a wild celebration of feelings inside And the beat of my heart Marks the passing of time And I just wanna scream to the sky And there are times when my mind is an explosion of feelings I'm trying to hold on to the soul inside (x3) (I've got to hold on to the soul inside) Inside... It's a wild celebration (It's a wild) It a wild celebration of feelings inside And it's tearing me... And it's tearing me up It's a wild... It's a wild celebration of feelings inside It's a wild... it's a wild... Celebration of feelings inside And I'm trying to hold on And I'm trying to hold on And I'm trying Hold on.... Feelings.... inside.... |
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from Soft Cell - The Singles (1987)
Rain keeps on falling
Sun refuse to shine Baby quit your stalling And say that you are mine Chorus: 'Cause I've got so many troubles Oh I feel like I could cry Going down in the subway Jump on those train tracks and die Down in the subway I hide these tears of mine Down in the subway I'm gonna cry cry cry 'til the end of the line Cold hearted baby You're too mean to smile Every day is stormy Oh you're one evil child Chorus Red blooded baby Your too tough for me I don't mean maybe Oh why don't you let me be Chorus Jump on those train tracks and die Jump on those train tracks and die Go down in the subway Jump on those train tracks and die Jump on those train tracks and die I'm all run over |
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from Soft Cell - Memorabilia: The Singles (1991)
Sometimes I feel I've got to run away
I've got to get away From the pain you drive into the heart of me The love we share seems to go nowhere And I've lost my light For I toss and turn, I can't sleep at night Once I ran to you (I ran) Now I run from you This tainted love you've given I gave you all a boy could give you Take my tears and that's not nearly all Oh, tainted love.... Now I know I've got to run away I've got to get away You don't really want any more from me To make things right, you need someone to hold you tight And you think love is to pray But I'm sorry I don't pray that way Once I ran to you (I ran) Now I run from you This tainted love you've given I gave you all a boy could give you Take my tears and that's not nearly all Oh, tainted love, tainted love Don't touch me please I cannot stand the way you tease I love you though you hurt me so Now I'm gonna pack my things and go (things and go....) Tainted love (tainted love...) Run away (run away....) I need someone (I need someone....) Tainted love, tainted love Tainted love, tainted love Touch me baby, tainted love Touch me baby, tainted love Tainted love, tainted love Tainted love, tainted love |
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from Soft Cell - Memorabilia: The Singles (1991)
Sunday morning going slow
I'm talking to the radio Clothes and record on the floor Memories of the night before Out in clubland having fun And now I'm hiding from the sun Waiting for a visitor Though no-one knows I'm here for sure Chorus: Dancing laughing Drinking loving And now I'm all alone In bedsit land My only home I think it's time to cook a meal To fill the emptiness I feel Spent my money going out I've nothing I'm left without Clean my teeth and comb my hair Look for something new to wear Start the nightlife over again Kid myself I'm having fun Chorus I look out from my window view There's really nothing else to do Read a book maybe write a letter Mother, things are getting better Watch the mirror count the lines The battle scars of all the good times Look around and I can see A thousand people just like me Chorus I'm waiting for something I'm only passing time [For purchasers of the 7" version, the song stops here. For purchasers of the 12" version, there are the additional lines:] Do you look a mess? Do you have a hangover? Did you overdo the lemonade Cut short on the soda? Did you do that dance the doctor Told you that you shouldn't do? But you're only young You should do that dance twice over I knew it's pretty early But you still look great Just ready for the beauty That the make up will create Take a little blusher Take a little paint Put on the silver dress The one that makes the young boys faint I'm sitting on my bed And I'm looking at the time Have a cup of coffee And you're feeling fine Put on that new record That you bought the other day The words will make you smile You can dance the dust away Make your single bed And push the tea leaves down the drain Take a long deep breath And start the nightlife over again I'm waiting for someone I'm only passing time And now I'm all alone And I don't care And I don't care Bedsitter Bedsitter And I don't care I don't care Bedsitter Bedsitter (Repeat and fade...) |
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from Soft Cell - Memorabilia: The Singles (1991)
I'm lost again
And I'm on the run Looking for love In a sad song With your avenger eyes And your cat like ways I can hold you You're a fool for me to be cruel I'm leaning on this bar Listening to you sing And your sad song Rings in my ears And I start to cry Chorus 1 He's searching She's showing See him held in a deep deep spell He knows she's glowing I can find within my mind A way to go I can look deep into your life and shout Hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me... I hear the saxophone And it tears my soul And they're feeling old Feeling so cold She is the torch And she is the theme She could be a dream But oh boy, is she real? Try to avoid her eyes To avoid her words They will hit you With all that you feel Chorus 1 Chorus 2 See her eyes they are bright tonight See the stars coming out tonight See the moon looking down tonight See how they light your way tonight See my eyes they are bright tonight See my hands reaching out tonight Hear my words they are dynamite See how they light your way tonight 12 |
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from Soft Cell - Memorabilia: The Singles (1991)
I'm lost again and I'm on the run
Looking for love in a sad song. With your avenger eyes and your catlike ways I can hold you. You are a fool for me to be cruel. I'm leaning on this bar listening to you sing And your sad song rings in my ears and I start to cry. He's searching she's showing See him heZd in a deep deep spell he knows she's glowing. I can find within my mind a way to go I can look deep into your light and shout Hold me hold me hold me hold me hold me. I hear the saxophone and it tears my soul And we're feeling old feeling so cold She is the torch and she is the theme She could be a dream but - oh boy - is she real. Try to avoid her eyes to avoid her words They will hit you with all that you feel. He's searching she's showing . . . |
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from Soft Cell - Memorabilia: The Singles (1991)
The wind in my hair
And the black in my eyes I was holding back tears As I reeled with surprise There was no one to phone I just chewed at the time I was waving goodbye To control of my mind And the beat of my heart Marks the passing of time And I just wanna scream to the sky There are times when my mind is an explosion of feelings I'm trying to hold on to the soul inside I go looking for lies But I couldn't find the way out In your play-the-game eyes The where's or the why's Should I laugh Should I cry Should I live Should I die? It's a wild celebration of feelings inside And the beat of my heart Marks the passing of time And I just wanna scream to the sky And there are times when my mind is an explosion of feelings I'm trying to hold on to the soul inside (x3) (I've got to hold on to the soul inside) Inside... It's a wild celebration (It's a wild) It a wild celebration of feelings inside And it's tearing me... And it's tearing me up It's a wild... It's a wild celebration of feelings inside It's a wild... it's a wild... Celebration of feelings inside And I'm trying to hold on And I'm trying to hold on And I'm trying Hold on.... Feelings.... inside.... |
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from Soft Cell - Memorabilia: The Singles (1991)
Standing in the door of the Pink Flamingo
Crying in the rain It was a kind of so so love And I'm going to make sure it never Happens again You and I It had to be The standing joke of the year You were a sleep around A lost and found And not for me I fear I tried to make it work You in a cocktail skirt And me in a suit (Well it just wasn't me) You're used to wearing less And now you're life's a mess So insecure you see I put up with all the scenes And this is one scene That's going to be played my way Chorus: Take your hands off me I don't belong to you, you see Take a look at my face For the last time I never knew you You never knew me Say hello Goodbye Say hello wave goodbye Under the deep red light I can see the makeup sliding down Hey little girl you will always make up So take off that unbecoming frown What about me- well I'll find someone That's not going cheap in the sales A nice little housewife Who'll give me a steady life And won't keep going off the rails Chorus We've been involved For quite a while now And to keep you secret has been hell We're strangers meeting for the first time O.K.? Just smile and say hello Say hello then wave goodbye GOODBYE |
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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
I have life Ordinary life I have car A favourite bar I have job A moderate wage I get the pains That come with age I am so ordinary I have child She goes wild I have home A mortgage of my own I have hobby But it's nothing very special I do the garden I watch girls I am so ordinary I have life I have cage I'm going bald I want to tell the world I've done nothing I've achieved nothing I work for a firm But I want to burn it down I am so ordinary Frustration I was born One day I'll die There was something in between I don't know what Or why I'm a man I want to break a rule I am a nobody Everybody's fool |
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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
Sometimes I feel I've got to. . . run away, I've got to. . . get away >From the pain you drive into the heart of me. The love we share seems to go nowhere, And I've lost my life, For I toss and turn; I can't sleep at night. Once I ran to you, now I run from you. This tainted love you've given, I gave you all a boy could give you. Take my tears and that's not really all. . . Tainted love, ohh, tainted love Now I know I've got to. . . run away, I've got to. . . get away. You don't really want any more from me. To make things right you need someone to hold you tight, And you think love is to pray, But I'm sorry I don't pray that way. Don't touch me please, I cannot stand the way you tease. I love you though you hurt me so. Now I'm gonna pack my things and go. Ohh, tainted love () Touch me baby, tainted love ( & fade out) |
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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
Sleazy city Seedy films Breathing so heavy Next to my neighbour Let's get acquainted Getting to know you Feeling sleazy In sleepy sin city Sleazy city Sleepy people Down your alleys Seems that anything goes Blue film flicker Hands of a stranger Getting to know you Getting to know you Hey that's fine Got no time Meet me on Friday Down in blue city Got no address Just a telephone number Phone me tonight And maybe we can talk dirty Hey isn't that you on the screen Isn't that you on the screen (No that's not me) |
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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
Youth has gone I heard you say It doesn't matter Anyway Don't hide the photos Or turn off the lights I'm quite sure we've both seen Funnier sights Youth Sleep in a deep deep deep Beauty is skin deep Youth has gone Though we're still young It's hard I know to believe That I was somebody's son The memories Of what you once were The memories of what We both were Youth has gone Though don't think I don't cry We let ourselves slip And now I ask myself why I'm on my own And don't think I really mind When after all The years have been fairly kind Youth Sleep in a deep deep deep Beauty is skin deep Sleep in a deep deep deep Beauty is skin deep Youth...Youth...Sleep! |
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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
Isn't it nice Sugar and spice Luring disco dollies To a life of vice I could make a film And make you my star You'd be a natural The way you are I would like you on A long black leash I would parade you Down the high street You've got the attraction You've got the pulling power Walk my little doggy Walk my little sex dwarf We could make a scene We'd be a team Making the headlines Sounds like a dream When we hit the floor You just watch them move aside We will take them For a ride of rides They all love your Miniature ways You know what they say About small boys I'm in my Rolls Royce Look it's so huge It's big and it's gold With my dumb chauffeur Looking to procure Run little doggy Lure a disco dolly Run my little sex dwarf I feel so lonely Get my little camera Take a pretty picture Sex dwarf In a gold Rolls Making it with the dumb chauffeur Isn't it nice Sugar and spice Luring disco dollies To a life of vice Sex dwarf Isn't it nice Luring disco dollies to a life of vice We could make an outfit For my little sex dwarf To match the gold Rolls And my dumb chauffeur We'll all look so good We'll knock 'em cold Knocking 'em cold In black and gold We can have playtime In my little playroom Disco dollies My sex dwarf And my dumb chauffeur I would like you on a long black lead You can bring me all the things I need Sex dwarf Isn't it nice Luring disco dollies to a life of vice Isn't it nice Sugar and spice Luring disco dollies to a life of vice |
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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
Trying to please All these people around me Is trying to reach for the moon (The Moon) I see their faces Looking so empty saying I hope that they'll finish soon (So Soon) Could be a chat show (Yap Yap Yap) Could be a go go Reaction would be the same (The Same) So here I go Though why I don't know Trying to prove myself again Entertain me I'm as blank as can be And I've done it before And I've seen it before And I think that I like it But no I don't like it It just goes on over and over And over and over and over again I try to give them all of my best And it's taking a turn for the worst (Oh No) Things going wrong Start to sing the wrong song I think that we must be cursed (You Betcha) Playing the wrong tune Hitting the wrong note This is where nerves become frayed It's falling apart Why did we ever start And do you think we'll be payed (No No) Build 'em up Knock 'em down I see a movement Down in the front row Maybe it's just a mistake Sue's smiling at me (Hello) But he's frowning at me (Goodbye) Which conclusion Do I take Fold all your arms And look straight ahead At this puppet on a string You're feeling confused But you've made a decision You don't like anything |
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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
Chips on my shoulder More as I grow older Feel I owe a debt For the things I don't get I only miss out (Well I was there before) I sit in a corner Sit on the floor Misery Complaints Self Pity Injustice Chips on my shoulder There's no time for fun time It's sit and complain time I'll talk about famine While cooking the dinner Don't you feel guilty Don't you feel pity (No) While my head gets fatter And the starving get thinner I should have told her I've chips on my shoulder I'm making a stand While I sit on my arse Fish and chip supper While those in the gutter Can't have a good time Fun's just a farse Misery Complaints Self Pity Injustice Chips on my shoulder Chips on my shoulder Now sing it |
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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
Sunday morning going slow I'm talking to the radio Clothes and records on the floor Memories of the night before Out in clubland having fun And now I'm hiding from the sun Waiting for a visitor Though no-one knows I'm here for sure Dancing laughing Drinking loving And now I'm all alone In bedsit land My only home I think it's time to cook a meal To fill the emptiness I feel Spent my money going out I've nothing I'm left without Clean my teeth and comb my hair Look for something new to wear Start the nightlife over again Kid myself I'm having fun Look out from my window view I've really nothing else to do Read a book and write a letter Mother, things are getting better Watch the mirror count the lines The battle scars of all the good times Look around and I can see A thousand people just like me 2 I'm waiting for something I'm only passing time |
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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
In your little black book You've got the names And the favourite persuasions Of the people in the headlines I'm in there under A And I'm rated under B You've got photographs to prove it And I swear to God it's not me You've got a hard heart Being hard is your art You think love is a dirty dirty word You pick up the phone And you ring me when I'm at home And then you put it down And I'm reaching for my valium My secret life Living life On a knife edge of life Tell my wife And she's just had a breakdown And I I'm not rich But you know I'm top in my pitch And you'll ruin the lot Finish everything I've got My secret life Secret life I'll give you anything Anything to shut you up Why do you hate me so much What have I ever done to you But leave you I don't want to play Cat and Mouse Have the neighbours looking over At my house All the secret smiles When I walk in the room And I think I'm going to Crack up soon I'm going to run away Find a place in the dark Where I don't have to hear The nasty nasty talk Change my sex Change my hair Be hard to find anywhere My secret life Living life On a knife edge of life Tell my wife And she's just had a breakdown And I I'm not rich But you know I'm top in my pitch And you'll ruin the lot Finish everything I've got My secret life Secret life My secret life (x5) |
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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
Standing in the door of the Pink Flamingo Crying in the rain It was a kind of so so love And I'm going to make sure it never Happens again You and I It had to be The standing joke of the year You were a sleep around A lost and found And not for me I fear I tried to make it work You in a cocktail skirt And me in a suit (Well it just wasn't me) You're used to wearing less And now you're life's a mess So insecure you see I put up with all the scenes And this is one scene That's going to be played my way Take your hands off me I don't belong to you, you see Take a look at my face For the last time I never knew you You never knew me Say hello Goodbye Say hello wave goodbye Under the deep red light I can see the makeup sliding down Hey little girl you will always make up So take off that unbecoming frown What about me- well I'll find someone That's not going cheap in the sales A nice little housewife Who'll give me a steady life And won't keep going off the rails We've been involved For quite a while now And to keep you secret has been hell We're strangers meeting for the first time O.K.? Just smile and say hello Say hello then wave goodbye GOODBYE |
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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
Baby, baby, baby don't leave me.
Ooh, please don't leave me all by myself. I've got this burning, burning, yearning feelin' inside me. Ooh, deep inside me and it hurts so bad. You came into my heart (baby, baby) so tenderly, With a burning love (baby, baby) That stings like a bee (baby, baby). Now that I surrender (baby, baby) so helplessly, You now want to leave (baby, baby). Ooh, you wanna leave me (baby, baby). Ooh (baby, baby). Baby, baby, where did our love go? Ooh, don't you want me? Don't you want me no more (baby, baby)? Ooh, baby. Baby, baby, where did our love go? And all your promises of a love forevermore! I've got this burning, burning, yearning feelin' inside me. Ooh, deep inside me, and it hurts so bad. Before you won my heart (baby, baby) You were a perfect guy. But now that you got me, You wanna leave me behind (baby, baby). Ooh, baby. Baby, baby, baby don't leave me. Ooh, please don't leave me all by myself (baby, baby). Ooh. ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By HOLLAND, EDWARD, JR./HOLLAND, BRIAN/DOZIER, LAMONT HERBERT <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
Everywhere I go
I take a little piece of you I collect, I reject Photographs I took of you Towns that I passed through I쨈ve got to have a memory Or I have never been there I have never had you, had you, had you I can쨈t remember Give me a reminder I collect, I reject Memorabilia Memorabilia I like little bits of glassware Ashtrays with inscriptions Plastic things on pencils Bits of mass production Postcards, pretty pictures Little bits of plastic Covering up the bedroom To show you I쨈ve been there To show you I쨈ve been there Keychains and snowstorms Keychains and snowstorms Give me a reminder Give me a reminder Memorabilia, memorabilia Keychains and snowstorms Memorabilia, memorabilia I can쨈t remember Give me a reminder I collect, I reject Photographs I took of you Towns that I passed through I쨈ve got to have a memory Or I have never been there I have never had you, had you, had you I can쨈t remember Give me a reminder I collect, I reject Memorabilia Memorabilia Castanets, mantillas Torremolinos Castanets and plastic men Memorabilia Memorabilia |
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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
She's a secretary in the daytime
A modern Venus On the eighth floor She's a secretary in the daytime A bright young thing With a promising career She's got the ability She's got the facilities She's got the ability She's got the facilities She's a secretary in the daytime A model beauty At the typewriter She's a secretary in the daytime A smile at the boss And she's doing fine She's got the ability She's got the facilities She's got the ability She's got the facilities She's a secretary in the daytime She's a secretary in the daytime |
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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
Fun City
I left my home With a pain in my heart Not a word of goodbye To the ones that I loved I'm taking a train Away from the rain To the lights and the smoke I've got to find my own way now Fun City To the London Experience Fun City To the London Experience Backward Forwards Wearing out the corners Fun City Here's my experience Have no feelings Have no sex Wonder who to rip off next Playland Scandal Pocket weighs you down Machine handle Goes down I lose all my money Trying to make a killing Can't even make my fare back home So this is Fun City Have no feelings Have no sex Wonder who to rip off next I tried to make friends Tried to make amends I sunk so low That it's hard to climb out I've nowhere to live But I've so much to give I found the hard way What's life all about Have no feelings Have no sex Wonder who to rip off next I'm all alone And I'm lost in this city Being paraded Feeling degraded I wanted love And I thought this was the way But I'm only young And I'm often this wrong Have no feelings Have no sex Wonder who to rip off next I have no morals Have no innocence I'm quite straight Just playing for rent. |
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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
I'm lost again And I'm on the run Looking for love In a sad song With your avenger eyes And your cat like ways I can hold you You're a fool for me to be cruel I'm leaning on this bar Listening to you sing And your sad song Rings in my ears And I start to cry 1 He's searching She's showing See him held in a deep deep spell He knows she's glowing I can find within my mind A way to go I can look deep into your life and shout Hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me... I hear the saxophone And it tears my soul And they're feeling old Feeling so cold She is the torch And she is the theme She could be a dream But oh boy, is she real? Try to avoid her eyes To avoid her words They will hit you With all that you feel 1 2 See her eyes they are bright tonight See the stars coming out tonight See the moon looking down tonight See how they light your way tonight See my eyes they are bright tonight See my hands reaching out tonight Hear my words they are dynamite See how they light your way tonight 12 |
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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
It was the morning after the month before And I'm looking like a nose with eyes Take a trip or letter to make me feel better 'Cause I know my mirror never lies Have you ever had the feeling that your life's down the can(?) And the hand that holds the whip is not your own Your breakfast's going cold and your routine's getting old Is it me, this feeling insecure? Hiding in the darkness where they can't see your eyes In a naked city cinema Watch the bodies rolling around on the screen And nobody gives a damn who you are You're surrounded by the bitter and the boring And you wonder if you're on the turn And again you get hurt when they're dishing the dirt Is it me, this feeling insecure? I haven't got time to worry 'bout the future Well I'm busy covering up my past Start to consider a tuck(?) behind my ears Well I wonder if my looks will last I could hit the bottle and the depths of despair But come up fighting like the best And I can tell myself that I'm winning the war But then again I'm different than the rest I'm not the hardest person in the world But like the song says 'I will survive' And I may be a wreck and a pain in the neck But at least I feel that I'm alive So I'll spit in your face and put you over the place If I'm ever feeling so unsure And you can really go to hell if you give me the soft cell It's not me, this feeling insecure It was the morning after the month before And I'm looking like a nose with eyes Take a trip or letter to make me feel better 'Cause I know my mirror never lies Have you ever had the feeling that your life's down the can(?) And the hand that holds the whip is not your own Your breakfast's going cold and your routine's getting old Is it me, this feeling insecure? Rap by Cindy Ecstacy - 12" only: Forget the lows, just live the highs And wipe the make up from my eyes Forget the faces that I despise As I know my mirror never lies I come up fighting like the best But then I'm better than the rest And I wonder how my looks will last Because my love is really fast And you wonder if you're on the turn Oh baby won't you ever learn That I'm a cut above the rest Don't worry 'bout the way I'm dressed And if my make up looks a mess I'm not about to get depressed 'Cause I'm the one that loves to lose Just a loser in my fucking(?) shoes And I've got the touch and I've got the feel To make a good time really real I'll just spit right in your face And push you all around the face Just love to love, just love to live Just love to live, just love to love And baby are you so so sure That you're the one that's insecure? |
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from Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (2000)
I'm lost again and I'm on the run Looking for love in a sad song. With your avenger eyes and your catlike ways I can hold you. You are a fool for me to be cruel. I'm leaning on this bar listening to you sing And your sad song rings in my ears and I start to cry. He's searching she's showing See him heZd in a deep deep spell he knows she's glowing. I can find within my mind a way to go I can look deep into your light and shout Hold me hold me hold me hold me hold me. I hear the saxophone and it tears my soul And we're feeling old feeling so cold She is the torch and she is the theme She could be a dream but - oh boy - is she real. Try to avoid her eyes to avoid her words They will hit you with all that you feel. He's searching she's showing . . . |
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from Soft Cell - Non Stop Ecstatic Dancing (2006)
Everywhere I go
I take a little piece of you I collect, I reject Photographs I took of you Towns that I passed through I쨈ve got to have a memory Or I have never been there I have never had you, had you, had you I can쨈t remember Give me a reminder I collect, I reject Memorabilia Memorabilia I like little bits of glassware Ashtrays with inscriptions Plastic things on pencils Bits of mass production Postcards, pretty pictures Little bits of plastic Covering up the bedroom To show you I쨈ve been there To show you I쨈ve been there Keychains and snowstorms Keychains and snowstorms Give me a reminder Give me a reminder Memorabilia, memorabilia Keychains and snowstorms Memorabilia, memorabilia I can쨈t remember Give me a reminder I collect, I reject Photographs I took of you Towns that I passed through I쨈ve got to have a memory Or I have never been there I have never had you, had you, had you I can쨈t remember Give me a reminder I collect, I reject Memorabilia Memorabilia Castanets, mantillas Torremolinos Castanets and plastic men Memorabilia Memorabilia |
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from Soft Cell - Non Stop Ecstatic Dancing (2006)
Baby, baby, baby don't leave me.
Ooh, please don't leave me all by myself. I've got this burning, burning, yearning feelin' inside me. Ooh, deep inside me and it hurts so bad. You came into my heart (baby, baby) so tenderly, With a burning love (baby, baby) That stings like a bee (baby, baby). Now that I surrender (baby, baby) so helplessly, You now want to leave (baby, baby). Ooh, you wanna leave me (baby, baby). Ooh (baby, baby). Baby, baby, where did our love go? Ooh, don't you want me? Don't you want me no more (baby, baby)? Ooh, baby. Baby, baby, where did our love go? And all your promises of a love forevermore! I've got this burning, burning, yearning feelin' inside me. Ooh, deep inside me, and it hurts so bad. Before you won my heart (baby, baby) You were a perfect guy. But now that you got me, You wanna leave me behind (baby, baby). Ooh, baby. Baby, baby, baby don't leave me. Ooh, please don't leave me all by myself (baby, baby). Ooh. ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By HOLLAND, EDWARD, JR./HOLLAND, BRIAN/DOZIER, LAMONT HERBERT <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from Soft Cell - Non Stop Ecstatic Dancing (2006)
I'm lost again and I'm on the run Looking for love in a sad song. With your avenger eyes and your catlike ways I can hold you. You are a fool for me to be cruel. I'm leaning on this bar listening to you sing And your sad song rings in my ears and I start to cry. He's searching she's showing See him heZd in a deep deep spell he knows she's glowing. I can find within my mind a way to go I can look deep into your light and shout Hold me hold me hold me hold me hold me. I hear the saxophone and it tears my soul And we're feeling old feeling so cold She is the torch and she is the theme She could be a dream but - oh boy - is she real. Try to avoid her eyes to avoid her words They will hit you with all that you feel. He's searching she's showing . . . |
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from Soft Cell - Non Stop Ecstatic Dancing (2006)
Chips on my shoulder
More as I grow older Feel I owe a debt For the things I don't get I only miss out (Well I was there before) I sit in a corner Sit on the floor Misery Complaints Self Pity Injustice Chips on my shoulder There's no time for fun time It's sit and complain time I'll talk about famine While cooking the dinner Don't you feel guilty Don't you feel pity (No) While my head gets fatter And the starving get thinner I should have told her I've chips on my shoulder I'm making a stand While I sit on my arse Fish and chip supper While those in the gutter Can't have a good time Fun's just a farse Misery Complaints Self Pity Injustice Chips on my shoulder Chips on my shoulder Now sing it |
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from Soft Cell - Non Stop Ecstatic Dancing (2006)
Isn't it nice
Sugar and spice Luring disco dollies To a life of vice I could make a film And make you my star You'd be a natural The way you are I would like you on A long black leash I would parade you Down the high street You've got the attraction You've got the pulling power Walk my little doggy Walk my little sex dwarf We could make a scene We'd be a team Making the headlines Sounds like a dream When we hit the floor You just watch them move aside We will take them For a ride of rides They all love your Miniature ways You know what they say About small boys I'm in my Rolls Royce Look it's so huge It's big and it's gold With my dumb chauffeur Looking to procure Run little doggy Lure a disco dolly Run my little sex dwarf I feel so lonely Get my little camera Take a pretty picture Sex dwarf In a gold Rolls Making it with the dumb chauffeur Isn't it nice Sugar and spice Luring disco dollies To a life of vice Sex dwarf Isn't it nice Luring disco dollies to a life of vice We could make an outfit For my little sex dwarf To match the gold Rolls And my dumb chauffeur We'll all look so good We'll knock 'em cold Knocking 'em cold In black and gold We can have playtime In my little playroom Disco dollies My sex dwarf And my dumb chauffeur I would like you on a long black lead You can bring me all the things I need Sex dwarf Isn't it nice Luring disco dollies to a life of vice Isn't it nice Sugar and spice Luring disco dollies to a life of vice |
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from Soft Cell - Non Stop Ecstatic Dancing (2006)
(Gloria Jones)
Sometimes I feel I've got to Run away, I've got to Get away from the pain you drive into the heart of me The love we share Seems to go nowhere And I've lost my light For I toss and turn, I can't sleep at night Once I ran to you (I ran) Now I'll run from you This tainted love you've given I give you all a boy could give you Take my tears, and that's not nearly all Tainted love (Oh) Tainted love Now I know I've got to Run away, I've got to Get away, you don't really want any more from me To make things right You need someone to hold you tight And you think love is to pray But I'm sorry, I don't pray that way Once I ran to you (I ran) Now I'll run from you This tainted love you've given I give you all a boy could give you Take my tears, and that's not nearly all Tainted love (Oh) Tainted love Don't touch me, please I cannot stand the way you tease I love you though you hurt me so Now I'm gonna pack my things and go Tainted love (Oh) Tainted love (Oh) Tainted love (Oh) Tainted love (Oh) Touch me, baby, tainted love Touch me, baby, tainted love Tainted love (Oh) Tainted love (Oh) Tainted love Tainted love -------------------------------------- (Brian Holland/Lamont Dozier/Edward Holland, Jr.) Baby, baby Where did our love go? Oh, don't you leave me Don't you leave me no more I've got this burning, yearning yearning feeling inside me Oh, deep inside me And it hurts so bad You came into my life So tenderly With a burning love That stings like a bee And now that I've surrendered So helplessly You know I believe You want to leave me Oh, baby baby Where did our love go Oh, don't you leave me Oh, baby baby Where did our love go? Oh don't you leave me Don't you leave me no more You came into my life So tenderly With a burning love That stings like a bee And now that I've surrendered So helplessly You know I believe You want to leave me Baby, baby Where did our love go? Oh, baby baby Don't you leave me no more I've got this burning, burning yearning feeling inside me Deep inside me And it hurts so bad Baby, baby Where did our love go? Don't you leave me Don't you leave me no more And now that I've surrendered so helplessly You know, I believe you want to leave me Baby, baby Where did our love go? |
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from Soft Cell - Non Stop Ecstatic Dancing (2006)
Everywhere I go
I take a little piece of you I collect, I reject Photographs I took of you Towns that I passed through I쨈ve got to have a memory Or I have never been there I have never had you, had you, had you I can쨈t remember Give me a reminder I collect, I reject Memorabilia Memorabilia I like little bits of glassware Ashtrays with inscriptions Plastic things on pencils Bits of mass production Postcards, pretty pictures Little bits of plastic Covering up the bedroom To show you I쨈ve been there To show you I쨈ve been there Keychains and snowstorms Keychains and snowstorms Give me a reminder Give me a reminder Memorabilia, memorabilia Keychains and snowstorms Memorabilia, memorabilia I can쨈t remember Give me a reminder I collect, I reject Photographs I took of you Towns that I passed through I쨈ve got to have a memory Or I have never been there I have never had you, had you, had you I can쨈t remember Give me a reminder I collect, I reject Memorabilia Memorabilia Castanets, mantillas Torremolinos Castanets and plastic men Memorabilia Memorabilia |
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from Soft Cell - Non Stop Ecstatic Dancing (2006)
I'm lost again and I'm on the run
Looking for love in a sad song. With your avenger eyes and your catlike ways I can hold you. You are a fool for me to be cruel. I'm leaning on this bar listening to you sing And your sad song rings in my ears and I start to cry. He's searching she's showing See him heZd in a deep deep spell he knows she's glowing. I can find within my mind a way to go I can look deep into your light and shout Hold me hold me hold me hold me hold me. I hear the saxophone and it tears my soul And we're feeling old feeling so cold She is the torch and she is the theme She could be a dream but - oh boy - is she real. Try to avoid her eyes to avoid her words They will hit you with all that you feel. He's searching she's showing . . . |
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from Soft Cell - Non Stop Ecstatic Dancing (2006)
I'm lost again
And I'm on the run Looking for love In a sad song With your avenger eyes And your cat like ways I can hold you You're a fool for me to be cruel I'm leaning on this bar Listening to you sing And your sad song Rings in my ears And I start to cry Chorus 1 He's searching She's showing See him held in a deep deep spell He knows she's glowing I can find within my mind A way to go I can look deep into your life and shout Hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me... I hear the saxophone And it tears my soul And they're feeling old Feeling so cold She is the torch And she is the theme She could be a dream But oh boy, is she real? Try to avoid her eyes To avoid her words They will hit you With all that you feel Chorus 1 Chorus 2 See her eyes they are bright tonight See the stars coming out tonight See the moon looking down tonight See how they light your way tonight See my eyes they are bright tonight See my hands reaching out tonight Hear my words they are dynamite See how they light your way tonight 12 |
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from Soft Cell - Non Stop Ecstatic Dancing (2006)
It was the morning after the month before
And I'm looking like a nose with eyes Take a trip or letter to make me feel better 'Cause I know my mirror never lies Have you ever had the feeling that your life's down the can(?) And the hand that holds the whip is not your own Your breakfast's going cold and your routine's getting old Is it me, this feeling insecure? Hiding in the darkness where they can't see your eyes In a naked city cinema Watch the bodies rolling around on the screen And nobody gives a damn who you are You're surrounded by the bitter and the boring And you wonder if you're on the turn And again you get hurt when they're dishing the dirt Is it me, this feeling insecure? I haven't got time to worry 'bout the future Well I'm busy covering up my past Start to consider a tuck(?) behind my ears Well I wonder if my looks will last I could hit the bottle and the depths of despair But come up fighting like the best And I can tell myself that I'm winning the war But then again I'm different than the rest I'm not the hardest person in the world But like the song says 'I will survive' And I may be a wreck and a pain in the neck But at least I feel that I'm alive So I'll spit in your face and put you over the place If I'm ever feeling so unsure And you can really go to hell if you give me the soft cell It's not me, this feeling insecure It was the morning after the month before And I'm looking like a nose with eyes Take a trip or letter to make me feel better 'Cause I know my mirror never lies Have you ever had the feeling that your life's down the can(?) And the hand that holds the whip is not your own Your breakfast's going cold and your routine's getting old Is it me, this feeling insecure? [Rap by Cindy Ecstacy - 12" only:] Forget the lows, just live the highs And wipe the make up from my eyes Forget the faces that I despise As I know my mirror never lies I come up fighting like the best But then I'm better than the rest And I wonder how my looks will last Because my love is really fast And you wonder if you're on the turn Oh baby won't you ever learn That I'm a cut above the rest Don't worry 'bout the way I'm dressed And if my make up looks a mess I'm not about to get depressed 'Cause I'm the one that loves to lose Just a loser in my fucking(?) shoes And I've got the touch and I've got the feel To make a good time really real I'll just spit right in your face And push you all around the face Just love to love, just love to live Just love to live, just love to love And baby are you so so sure That you're the one that's insecure? |
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from Soft Cell - The Art Of Falling Apart (2006)
He's in a world of his own
He's in a world of his own He'd like the time to play with his mind He'd like the time to go He sees the things that pass him by And the things that he never owned Everyone has and he has not So he lives in a world of his own He cries, he lies He's cool, he's kind He heads out on a Friday night, He gets drunk and he starts a fight And he loses his mind And he loses his sight Because times are hard And money is tight Because he has the pressure He has the blame Life never changes Forever the same He's in a world of his own He has a child but he doesn't know He wanted love, so he loved himself And he's at an all-time low He's in a world of his own He's in a hell of his own He watches the clock and watches the time Watches life slip by on the assembly line And the youth he's never known He cries, he lies He's cool, he's kind He heads out on a Friday night, He gets drunk and he starts a fight And he loses his mind And he loses his sight Because times are hard And money is tight Because he has the pressure He has the blame Life never changes Forever the same Forever the same Forever the same |
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from Soft Cell - The Art Of Falling Apart (2006)
Atmospheres are tense today Mother and father are rowing again Silently seated around the table You're the one that's getting the blame Father looks at you like a snake You play with the food upon your plate No one seems to be on your side Things that threaten to hurt your pride Mother loves to be concerned Using lessons that she learnt Fathers never understand When children have the upper hand Smiling you did your time at school Crying quietly like a fool Saturday night and Sunday morning Did all the things they asked you to do They say that home is where the heart is But home is only where the hurt is Pull the wool over the eyes Forget the worries that you started Mother loves to be concerned Using lessons that she learnt Fathers never understand When children have the upper hand When you stayed out every night The first time from your parent's sight They started to show some concern But by then it was too late Feel it's time to pull away Shut your ears to all they say Be yourself you know it's true When in the end what's left is you Mother loves to be concerned Using lessons that she learnt Fathers never understand When children have the upper hand |
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from Soft Cell - The Art Of Falling Apart (2006)
Rain keeps on falling
Sun refuse to shine Baby quit your stalling And say that you are mine Chorus: 'Cause I've got so many troubles Oh I feel like I could cry Going down in the subway Jump on those train tracks and die Down in the subway I hide these tears of mine Down in the subway I'm gonna cry cry cry 'til the end of the line Cold hearted baby You're too mean to smile Every day is stormy Oh you're one evil child Chorus Red blooded baby Your too tough for me I don't mean maybe Oh why don't you let me be Chorus Jump on those train tracks and die Jump on those train tracks and die Go down in the subway Jump on those train tracks and die Jump on those train tracks and die I'm all run over |
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from Soft Cell - The Art Of Falling Apart (2006)
It was the heat of the night I think
Or it could've been the effect of the drink But I had to brush away the flies That started to collect around your eyes I've still the taste of the sweat and the dust You're still playing games and abusing my trust In the heat of the night In the glow of the light It's the back and the bite That's feeling alright Do you use up bodies like cigarettes Do you need them for ego Do you need them for sex It was a bite of a night gone wrong And the effect of listening to negative songs Stuck in a love scene from blood and sand And the way the room keeps spinning around I steal the taste of the sweat and the dust (Now I know what they mean by looks can kill) You're still playing games and abusing my trust (And they're having a strange effect on the way I feel) In the heat of the night In the glow of the light It's the back and the bite That's feeling alright Do you use up bodies like cigarettes Do you need them for ego Do you need them for sex And you're moaning about your wasted life Lying there listening to "Spanish Eyes" With the cups on the floor And the plates in the sink And the room full of smoke And then you full of drink You skin's going dry And the color of sand Ignore the cigarette burning your hand |
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from Soft Cell - The Art Of Falling Apart (2006)
Passing time in the afternoon
Cleaning the bathroom floor Rearrange things in the dining room Covers the chip on the kitchen door The paperboy winks as he hands her a paper He's cheekier every day She undoes her apron and sinks on the sofa Throws all her household chores away She's in a fantasy It's not so hard to see That she is living a lie She'll never be the same She shuts her eyes again Waves all her worries goodbye Puts on her make-up And smoothes down her dress And finds the right words to say Holds a remaining spark of beauty Escape is only a romance away Troubles come flooding back with her migraine She trembles and shuts her eyes It's a good thing that friends come in little bottles Time to shake up and prepare for the lies She's in a fantasy It's not so hard to see That she is living a lie She'll never be the same She shuts her eyes again Waves all her worries goodbye Pushing the hair back from her face Shaping her thoughts in the sky Heaven is through her kitchen window "Pity it's only a dream", she sighs Imagines herself as Elizabeth Taylor The paperboy cycles away She turns on the stove Soon her husband is home "Hello dear, it's been such a long day" She's in a fantasy It's not so hard to see That she is living a lie She'll never be the same She shuts her eyes again Waves all her worries goodbye She's in a fantasy It's not so hard to see That she is living a lie She'll never be the same She shuts her eyes again Waves all her worries goodbye |
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from Soft Cell - The Art Of Falling Apart (2006)
Baby doll is on her trapeze
Wearing the smile that she never sees Thinking of a dollar as she tries to tease Thinking of a dollar as she tries to tease She's thinking of a dollar as she tries to tease Baby doll, baby doll Baby doll, baby doll Time to play Sheba on a wooden stage Taking off the clothes that are grimy with age Rubbing down the skin that is white and cold And the sticking plasters that cover up the holes She stared at by a man that would do her harm She needs to earn the money that will feed his arm He promised you security, safe and warm He promised you security, safe and warm They'll never know the hurt that you feel inside The emptiness you try to hide They'll never know the hurt that you feel inside The emptiness you try to hide Baby doll I would melt your eyes that are glassy and cold And as for the future when you grow old Baby doll, baby doll They'll never know the hurt you feel inside The emptiness you try to hide Take a tiny costume from a pile of clothes Just a touch of glitter and a lot of gold Pick on a failure, make his knees go weak Mouth open, eyes wide, fake your peak Mouth open, eyes wide, fake your peak Mouth open, eyes wide Mouth open, eyes wide Baby doll He'll wipe a line of dribble running from his mouth You make your wages later when you're back at his house You try to hide the mirror 'cause it's never kind You kickstart the heart that's so hard to find You try to save your beauty and to draw the line You bite your lip when you find it [Incomprehensible] Continue your search for a genuine love Continue your search for a genuine love Continue your search for a genuine love Baby, baby, baby doll Baby, baby, baby doll Baby, baby, baby doll |
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from Soft Cell - The Art Of Falling Apart (2006)
We've hit those depths again Playing black games again Black mellow lies And the narrowing of eyes Playing those games again You hold the reins again But then I turned the card And you know I hit hard Loving you, hating me It's the other side of love It's the side that you don't want to see Shaking your head that way It's so true when they say That love is a pain in the heart A pain that pulls apart I'm breaking rules again You're breaking hearts again Pretend to despise When there's love in your eyes Loving you, hating me It's the other side of love It's the side that you don't want to see And I'm loving you And you're hating me It's the other side of love It's the other side of love |
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from Soft Cell - The Art Of Falling Apart (2006)
Falling through at the seams
Living life in a dream Even smiles make a lie And I smile all the time I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever Trying all of the vices Is what's doing the damage All the good things are bad things And I'm paying the prices I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever I'm covered in bruises From mixing with losers It's the black and the blue That's seeing me through My cigarette diet Means my throat hurts like Hell My friends say I'm dying But I do it so well Thank you I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever Together forever Together forever It's the holding together Together forever Together forever It's the holding together Together forever Together forever |
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from Soft Cell - The Art Of Falling Apart (2006)
Hey Joe
Where you going With that gun in your hand I'm going down to shoot my lady Caught her messing 'round with another man Hey Joe I heard you shot your woman down Hey Joe I heard you shot her down Shot her down to the ground Yes I did I shot her I caught her messing 'round Messing 'round town I shot her in the head Hey Joe Where you gonna run to Gonna run to now You better run, you better run You better run run run I'm going way down south Way down to Mexico way I'm going way down south Way down to Mexico way You ain't gonna get me No one's gonna put a rope around me Purple haze, in my brain Lately things don't seem the same Acting funny but I don't know why 'Scuse me while I kiss the sky Purple Haze all around Don't know if I'm coming up or down Am I happy or in misery Whatever it is that girl put a spell on me Purple haze all in my eyes Don't know if it's day or night You got me blowing, blowing my mind Is it tomorrow or the end of time |
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from Soft Cell - The Art Of Falling Apart (2006)
Martin is talking to you
Martin is a boy with problems Martin has a family history Martin has too many nightmares He lives in a fantasy There's a danger that he'll take too far His morbid curiosity He's seen too many creepy films He's read too many books Martin sleeps with all the lights on Martin's seen too many looks He lives out a strange obsession Tries hard to resist But Martin needs his strange obsession To exist (Kill, kill, kill) He's far too pale and far too frail To be a normal boy There's something shining in his eyes The things he'd like to say Martin had a lot to live down Growing up in a mining town Torches burning in the trees The shivering lust of blood He's the star of many horror movies But deep inside he's good There's an illness flowing through him That's there all the time And though he watches and he waits He knows he's not to blame The face at the window The hand under the bed Martin has hallucinations Dreams that he's dead He finds the hunger's at its worst When he's in bed (Kill, kill, kill) He's finding hard to keep control He knows it won't be long And his tongue rolls over his dry lips And the voice lingers on |
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from Soft Cell - The Art Of Falling Apart (2006)
Searching through the memory books
Of photographs your lovers took Why play the game of place the pain When you end up feeling just the same Anyway Sleep comes so slowly now So hard to keep the eyelids down And you're hoping soon to drown the sound Of a voice you know that whispers in Your mind Oh, it was a sad, sad day The day you turned away And there was nothing in your eye You had told me once you found it impossible To cry I know you've been there and back I've been there too But it was never really deep in you To do those things you had to do And in your sleepy bedroom eyes I saw the signs And I lay awake all night In the cold Until the light burned my side And there was nothing There was nothing anymore And there was nothing Not a feeling As you glanced back from the door Move away to find another place That illustrates your point of view Surrounded by the little things That re-assure That reflect you Ooooo and there was nothing And there was nothing in my heart And there was nothing in my head The light in your eyes is changing all the time And I still have your smile Burned into my mind |
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from Soft Cell - The Art Of Falling Apart (2006)
Oh God it's another night
And your head is feeling like a lump of lead. You should never have drunk those party-fours, You should have been home being good instead. Ever been in a deja vue in the end it's the same Oh yeah you ran out of your silver thins And you're trying to be so high class Though you need a bath and your hair's looking like string And though you're nearly broke You end up paying for all the drinks And you tell them "Oh its nothing, There's a million where those come from." And then you whisper to your longest-suffering friend "Please lend me a few quid..." Oh God it's another day And your stomach's feeling like a blown-up balloon. You should never have eaten that greasy food. The doctor told you that chili was bad for your blood. And you're standing at the chemist in Boots Coughing up your guts like you're at deaths door And all this for a packet of Do-Do's And the assistant gives you a wink And you turn bright red It's at time like this that you wish you were dead And you take the whole packet And you feel like you've drunk a bottle of bleach And you tell yourself "Never, never again." Not until next week anyway.. And you were never one for holding drink And you stagger off to the toilet And you throw up like it was Christmas And you miss the bowl and you hit your shoes And there's no paper towels What else can go wrong with you? It's a choice between a cab fare home And a packet of cigarettes So you choose and the money sticks In the machine and the manager says "Tough shit - drink up and leave." Oh god it's another disease And you just got rid of the last. You were beginning to feel Okay. And the friends you gave it to Were speaking to you again. You find yourself having sex in the back of a car And the girl underneath doesn't care who you are And you're nearly there and she still doesn't care And her chewing gum is getting stuck in your hair And there's something wrong, something that you've forgot Oh shit you've forgotten the rubber And you don't want a kid well deny it was you Oh Christ if your dad find out Then he'll make you stay in And do your homework And cut your hair And wear your school uniform out in the street What a fate worse than death Oh well, he can't hit you you can hit him back And play your records so loud All the ones that he especially hates Deep Purple in rock, Led Zeppelin too. Well even you hate those... Well, on second thought I think I'll leave home and go and live um... In America Because they earn more money there And you can get away with murder - yeah! [Be-bop singing] Oh, it's a mug's game [Be-bop singing] I Can't wait ‘til I'm twenty-one And then tell them all to sod off! |
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from Soft Cell - Cruelty Without Beauty (2005)
These darker times
Where do we go from here? Living for trivial information It's a hopeless situation Blinded by lies False Gods and fake religions Ulterior motives and bad intentions Nobody knows what waits round the corner We gotta keep dancing Through the years We gotta keep smiling through our tears Nobody knows where we go from here In these darker times These darker times Why has it come to this Urban decay and revolution Suicide is the only solution Am I being unrealistic To feel so nihilistic Don't judge the stage of my mind 'Cos brother we're two of a kind We gotta keep dancing Through the years We gotta keep smiling Through our tears Nobody knows where we go from here In these darker times We gotta keep dancing Through the years We gotta keep smiling Through our tears Nobody knows where we go from here In these darker times Each night twisting Turning in my bed I'm trying to make sense of it all Is it all in my head? These darker times Who shall I talk to now Nothing going on in your eyes Only the darkness in your eyes It's a soulless situation It's a spiritual vacation Turn on the TV Pass the remote Turn off the light And abandon all hope We gotta keep dancing Through the years We gotta keep smiling Through our tears Nobody knows where we go from here In these darker times We gotta keep dancing Through the years We gotta keep smiling Through our tears Nobody knows where we go from here In these darker times We gotta keep dancing Through the years We gotta keep smiling Through our tears Nobody knows where we go from here |
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from Soft Cell - Cruelty Without Beauty (2005)
Why don't I just give up
And do myself a favour? My life is slowly turning grey And losing all its flavour Everything the same Again and again and again Everything the same Again and again and again Over and over and over Again and again and again Monoculture Over and over and over Again and again and again Monoculture No change The world has gone insane Everything that's old Is new again Monoculture Monoculture Monoculture Why don't I just give up And submit to the great God of Bland All my exotic gestures No longer in demand Everything the same Again and again and again Everything the same Again and again and again Over and over and over Again and again and again Monoculture Over and over and over Again and again and again Monoculture Monoculture It's the same Monoculture Monoculture Mediocre Monoculture Monoculture Mediocre Over and over and over Again and again and again Monoculture Over and over and over Again and again and again Monoculture No change The world has gone insane Everything that's old Is new again Monoculture Mediocre The same Ordinary Boring Mediocre The same Ordinary Boring Monoculture |
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from Soft Cell - Cruelty Without Beauty (2005)
Would you like to taste a little pain
From the fickle hand of fame Aren't you happy that the road to success Is littered with drugs and sex It's all here for your delectation In compromising situations Let fallen heroes entertain you Take a look Nobody's gonna blame you Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, to the broken people The broken people Snake dancers, sex changer Come inside It gets stranger and stranger Got a lot of unpleasant surprises Cruelty comes in all shapes and sizes Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, to the broken people The broken people Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, to the broken people The broken people It's Grand Guignol It's rock 'n' roll It's vaudeville and burlesque All of human life is here In the theatre of the grotesque The city has turned upside down The circus lion is eating the clown We're all delivered to the poison pens And sacrificed to the pig with the lens Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, to the broken people The broken people Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, to the broken people The broken people It's Grand Guignol It's rock 'n' roll It's vaudeville and burlesque All of human life is here In the theatre of the grotesque |
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from Soft Cell - Cruelty Without Beauty (2005)
Beware
Of his promise Believe What I say Before I go forever Be sure Of what you say So he paints a pretty picture And he tells you that he needs you And he covers you with flowers And he always keeps you dreaming If he always keeps you dreaming You won't have a lonely hour If a day could last forever You might like your ivory tower But the night begins to turn your head around And you know you're gonna lose more than you found Yeah the night begins to turn your head around Beware Of his promise Believe What I say Before I go forever Be sure Of what you say For the words may come too easy If you don't believe I'm leaving And goodbye will come too quickly If you really think he loves you If you really think he loves you You would give your love so sweetly If that day could last forever You would fall in love completely But the night begins to turn your head around And you know you're gonna lose more than you found Yeah the night begins to turn your head around But the night begins to turn your head around And you know you're gonna lose more than you found Yeah the night begins to turn your head around And you know you're gonna lose more than you found Oh the night begins to turn your head around Yeah, the night, the night, the night, the night, the night, the night Yeah, the night, the night, the night, the night, the night, the night Oh the night begins to turn your head around |
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from Soft Cell - Cruelty Without Beauty (2005)
In a city lost in time
Somewhere sordid and sublime We met over a gin and lime One rainy evening Survivors clinging to the mast Trying to make the moment last just Two people way past their prime And how it shows So come over here For some romance And dance with me Like it's the last dance And come home with me Won't you come home with me This is our last chance for love You thought you looked like Carol White Bleached hair piled upon your head but You looked more like a lady of the night Instead In your see-through plastic mac Homage to cheap sixties tack you're So far out You're on your way back in Again I've wasted too many chances On small ads and Internet romances So come home with me Won't you come home with me This is our last chance for love I toyed with a cigarette Trying to look aloof and sexy But I couldn't see for the smoke In my eyes OK, I have a shaky limp and Dress a little like a pimp but After your drink I'll still look OK In a good light I had some dreams where did they all go Gone with my years Nothing left to show So come home with me Won't you come home with me This is our last chance for love Come home with me Won't you come home with me This is our last chance For romance Our last chance Come home with me Won't you come home with me This is our last chance for love This is our last chance This is our last chance for love |
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from Soft Cell - Cruelty Without Beauty (2005)
Another day melts into the evening
I sit alone and watch the stars Remembering times I think of the past Here in my isolation In the solitary situation Reality hurts Where memories last When you whisper my name in the silence You stop my heart with a touch of violence We'll always be Together alone You're a breath in my ear You're a word in my mind I'm here on my own Just two of a kind Together alone Together alone You share in my deepest secrets You're here in my darkest moment Together alone Together alone You know what I'm always thinking You lift my mood when I'm sinking Together alone Together alone When you're here in my arms I'm dreaming of you Life will end when I stop Believing in you Together alone Together alone You're like a shadow At the edge of my eye Like a chill in the air Like a light in the sky Like the endless peace after we die You're a breath in my ear You're a word in my mind I'm here on my own Just two of a kind Together alone Together alone I don't need anybody I don't want anybody I'm on my own Together alone Nobody can understand us Nobody to make demands on us Together alone Together alone And as the bombs are falling I hear a voice that's calling Together alone Together alone You're a breath in my ear You're a word in my mind I'm here on my own Just two of a kind Together alone Together alone Are you listening to me now? Are you listening to me now? Together alone Together alone You're deep in my heart now You're deep in my soul now Together alone Forever alone You're a breath in my ear You're a word in my mind I'm here on my own Just two of a kind Together alone Together alone Together alone Forever alone Are you listening to me now? Are you listening to me now? Together alone Forever alone Together alone Together alone Are you listening to me now? Are you listening to me now? |
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from Soft Cell - Cruelty Without Beauty (2005)
I'll do anything
Anything at all Just throw a little cash In my direction I'll sing anything From rock to music hall Just for a morsel of Your attention Maybe as a child I wasn't given All the love I needed Maybe I'm a sad Reflection of today I'm desperate I'm desperate I'm desperate Desperate for love Any kind of love Or attention Don't have to tempt me You won't see me resisting See me in a magazine Or I'm not existing I'll parody myself Just don't leave me on the shelf Maybe I'm a symptom Of a bigger problem I'm desperate I'm desperate I'm desperate Desperate for love Any kind of love Or attention I'm always available Without hesitation Opening an envelope? Just send an invitation I'll dance for you Pose for you Take off all my clothes for you Speak your words Sing your song I'm up for auction Going gone! I'm desperate I'm desperate I'm desperate I'm desperate I'm desperate I'm desperate Desperate for love Any kind of love Or attention Any kind of love Or attention Any kind of love Or attention |
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from Soft Cell - Cruelty Without Beauty (2005)
I'm having a mid-life crisis
Behaving in strange ways Wandering around the supermarket In a daze I try to fill my head With positive thoughts Try to get a rush From the merchandise I bought Out of my head Out of my head Where do we go When the feelings are dead Whatever it takes To get me through Whatever it takes To stop me missing you Whatever it takes To get me through Whatever it takes To stop me missing you I tried meditation Crystal therapy Colonic irrigation Didn't agree with me Road rage and new age Just tricks of the mind The onset of middle age Is all that I find Out of my head Out of my head Where do we go When the feelings are dead Whatever it takes To get me through Whatever it takes To stop me missing you Whatever it takes To get me through Whatever it takes To stop me missing you Whatever whatever whatever... Whatever whatever whatever Whatever it takes To get me through Whatever it takes To stop me missing you Whatever it takes To get me through Whatever it takes To stop me missing you Whatever it takes To stop me missing you Whatever it takes When only you will do I'm having a mid life crisis Help me I'm having a mid life crisis Help me Pour me a drink Chop me a line Roll me a joint Sir, you're credit card's declined |
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from Soft Cell - Cruelty Without Beauty (2005)
I'm all out of love
Have I given too much I'm all out of love Because there's never enough I'm all out of love Have I given too much I'm all out of love Drawing up all my years I'm trying to feel something Calling on my lost tears Just trying to feel Summoning all my passion Some place I've long forgotten My anxieties magnify Doctor can you tell me why? I'm all out of love There's never enough I'm all out of love I'm all out of love Have I given too much I'm all out of love So many doubts So many fears All those demons that rise With the years Love came calling But the cupboard was bare I try to find my heart But it wasn't there Am I a spent force? Used up? Washed up? Left out to dry? Is it the same for everybody Doctor can you tell me why? I'm all out of love There's never enough I'm all out of love I'm all out of love Have I given too much I'm all out of love When regret comes to call It's a fear that visits us all Any love that's left is mine To keep me warm For what's left of my time As the final act approaches If I could I'd sit and cry But I'm drained of all emotion Doctor can you tell me why? I'm all out of love There's never enough I'm all out of love I'm all out of love Have I given too much I'm all out of love I'm all out of love I've given too much I'm all out of love Never enough I'm all out of love I'm all out of love All out of love There is nothing left I'm all out of love I'm all out of love I'm all out of love |
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from Soft Cell - Cruelty Without Beauty (2005)
Sensation nation
Sensation nation Sensation nation Sensation nation It's all so deliciously wicked This decadent life we're living If you see me as a victim Could you be a little more forgiving It's become a media circus This colourful life we're leading If I cry just a little more Would you be less disbelieving So take me higher For a quick fix of desire We're happy shiny people With nasty little thoughts Sensation nation (I'm one of the) Sensation nation So hello all you shiny people Have you got all that you ever wanted Or is there still something missing Is that why you're always reminiscing It's all so deliciously wicked This decadent life we're leading It's all before your high has faded Here's a mantra for the jaded So take me higher For a quick fix of desire We're happy shiny people With nasty little thoughts Sensation nation (I love it, got to have it) Sensation nation (give me more, give me more, more, more) Sensation nation I'm one of the, I'm one of the Sensation nation So take me higher For a quick fix of desire We're happy shiny people With nasty little thoughts Sensation nation (I love it, I love it) Sensation nation Sensation nation (Give me more, give me more, more, more) Sensation nation (I'm one of the) Sensation nation I love it Sensation nation Got to have it We're happy shiny people With nasty little thoughts |
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from Soft Cell - Cruelty Without Beauty (2005)
I want to see you crawl
As I drive by in my big black car With police outriders And a hundred guards Looking drop dead gorgeous Dressed up to the nines In the skins of several species In decline As I set fire to your houses And your cars I'll be dancing like a dervish In the sparks Is this what true power feels like? Racing round my veins Like a motorbike It's the fall of Rome My Caligula syndrome It's the fall of Rome My Caligula syndrome I'll display you in my game show On TV Called 'Humiliation And Hypocrisy' Throw an orgy for the dissolute And the damned Every kind of deviation On demand So worship me And fall down on your knees Or I'll unleash another Chemical disease Is this what true power feels like? Racing round my veins Like a motorbike It's the fall of Rome My Caligula syndrome It's the fall of Rome My Caligula syndrome Have I become just a little deranged? While you're crawling on your hands and knees Like slaves Am I still desirable? You're ever so destructible Do you think this party's ever going to end? Dance with me While our city is burning Won't you dance with me While our empire is falling Like Nero let's make music to the Fires of Rome It's my Caligula syndrome My Caligula syndrome |
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from Soft Cell - Cruelty Without Beauty (2005)
You in the clouds over there
Hanging on with a wing and a prayer Forget your regrets and forgiving Life is not for lasting but living Don't be one of those lonely people Waiting for a bus that never comes Even little dreams are aspirations Out run your limitations I don't want to leave you With a cloud over your head Take some time to reassess And think of what I've said On an up On an up I'm gonna leave you on an up On an up On an up I'm gonna leave you on an up I'm gonna try and leave you on an up Not to cry And leave you on an up I don't blame you If you believe there's no beauty in the world But if you take some time to look You'll find it there for sure Too much cynicism Ridicule and vile derision But if you're guilty then I am too For seeing life through shades of blue Don't want to leave your head Full of dirty streets and falling rain I want to leave you with a little sun Here it comes again On an up On an up I'm gonna leave you on an up On an up On an up I'm gonna leave you on an up I'm gonna try and leave you on an up Not to cry And leave you on an up You in the clouds over there Hanging on with a wing and a prayer We're all part of the same plan Trying to get through life the best we can On an up On an up I'm gonna leave you on an up On an up On an up I'm gonna leave you on an up I'm gonna try and leave you on an up And leave you on an up Not to cry On an up |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
Everywhere I go
I take a little piece of you I collect, I reject Photographs I took of you Towns that I passed through I쨈ve got to have a memory Or I have never been there I have never had you, had you, had you I can쨈t remember Give me a reminder I collect, I reject Memorabilia Memorabilia I like little bits of glassware Ashtrays with inscriptions Plastic things on pencils Bits of mass production Postcards, pretty pictures Little bits of plastic Covering up the bedroom To show you I쨈ve been there To show you I쨈ve been there Keychains and snowstorms Keychains and snowstorms Give me a reminder Give me a reminder Memorabilia, memorabilia Keychains and snowstorms Memorabilia, memorabilia I can쨈t remember Give me a reminder I collect, I reject Photographs I took of you Towns that I passed through I쨈ve got to have a memory Or I have never been there I have never had you, had you, had you I can쨈t remember Give me a reminder I collect, I reject Memorabilia Memorabilia Castanets, mantillas Torremolinos Castanets and plastic men Memorabilia Memorabilia |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
Why don't I just give up
And do myself a favour? My life is slowly turning grey And losing all its flavour Everything the same Again and again and again Everything the same Again and again and again Over and over and over Again and again and again Monoculture Over and over and over Again and again and again Monoculture No change The world has gone insane Everything that's old Is new again Monoculture Monoculture Monoculture Why don't I just give up And submit to the great God of Bland All my exotic gestures No longer in demand Everything the same Again and again and again Everything the same Again and again and again Over and over and over Again and again and again Monoculture Over and over and over Again and again and again Monoculture Monoculture It's the same Monoculture Monoculture Mediocre Monoculture Monoculture Mediocre Over and over and over Again and again and again Monoculture Over and over and over Again and again and again Monoculture No change The world has gone insane Everything that's old Is new again Monoculture Mediocre The same Ordinary Boring Mediocre The same Ordinary Boring Monoculture |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
Would you like to taste a little pain
From the fickle hand of fame Aren't you happy that the road to success Is littered with drugs and sex It's all here for your delectation In compromising situations Let fallen heroes entertain you Take a look Nobody's gonna blame you Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, to the broken people The broken people Snake dancers, sex changer Come inside It gets stranger and stranger Got a lot of unpleasant surprises Cruelty comes in all shapes and sizes Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, to the broken people The broken people Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, to the broken people The broken people It's Grand Guignol It's rock 'n' roll It's vaudeville and burlesque All of human life is here In the theatre of the grotesque The city has turned upside down The circus lion is eating the clown We're all delivered to the poison pens And sacrificed to the pig with the lens Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, to the broken people The broken people Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, le Grand Guignol Say hello, to the broken people The broken people It's Grand Guignol It's rock 'n' roll It's vaudeville and burlesque All of human life is here In the theatre of the grotesque |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
It was the heat of the night I think
Or it could've been the effect of the drink But I had to brush away the flies That started to collect around your eyes I've still the taste of the sweat and the dust You're still playing games and abusing my trust In the heat of the night In the glow of the light It's the back and the bite That's feeling alright Do you use up bodies like cigarettes Do you need them for ego Do you need them for sex It was a bite of a night gone wrong And the effect of listening to negative songs Stuck in a love scene from blood and sand And the way the room keeps spinning around I steal the taste of the sweat and the dust (Now I know what they mean by looks can kill) You're still playing games and abusing my trust (And they're having a strange effect on the way I feel) In the heat of the night In the glow of the light It's the back and the bite That's feeling alright Do you use up bodies like cigarettes Do you need them for ego Do you need them for sex And you're moaning about your wasted life Lying there listening to "Spanish Eyes" With the cups on the floor And the plates in the sink And the room full of smoke And then you full of drink You skin's going dry And the color of sand Ignore the cigarette burning your hand |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
I want to see you crawl
As I drive by in my big black car With police outriders And a hundred guards Looking drop dead gorgeous Dressed up to the nines In the skins of several species In decline As I set fire to your houses And your cars I'll be dancing like a dervish In the sparks Is this what true power feels like? Racing round my veins Like a motorbike It's the fall of Rome My Caligula syndrome It's the fall of Rome My Caligula syndrome I'll display you in my game show On TV Called 'Humiliation And Hypocrisy' Throw an orgy for the dissolute And the damned Every kind of deviation On demand So worship me And fall down on your knees Or I'll unleash another Chemical disease Is this what true power feels like? Racing round my veins Like a motorbike It's the fall of Rome My Caligula syndrome It's the fall of Rome My Caligula syndrome Have I become just a little deranged? While you're crawling on your hands and knees Like slaves Am I still desirable? You're ever so destructible Do you think this party's ever going to end? Dance with me While our city is burning Won't you dance with me While our empire is falling Like Nero let's make music to the Fires of Rome It's my Caligula syndrome My Caligula syndrome |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
In a city lost in time
Somewhere sordid and sublime We met over a gin and lime One rainy evening Survivors clinging to the mast Trying to make the moment last just Two people way past their prime And how it shows So come over here For some romance And dance with me Like it's the last dance And come home with me Won't you come home with me This is our last chance for love You thought you looked like Carol White Bleached hair piled upon your head but You looked more like a lady of the night Instead In your see-through plastic mac Homage to cheap sixties tack you're So far out You're on your way back in Again I've wasted too many chances On small ads and Internet romances So come home with me Won't you come home with me This is our last chance for love I toyed with a cigarette Trying to look aloof and sexy But I couldn't see for the smoke In my eyes OK, I have a shaky limp and Dress a little like a pimp but After your drink I'll still look OK In a good light I had some dreams where did they all go Gone with my years Nothing left to show So come home with me Won't you come home with me This is our last chance for love Come home with me Won't you come home with me This is our last chance For romance Our last chance Come home with me Won't you come home with me This is our last chance for love This is our last chance This is our last chance for love |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
Searching through the memory books
Of photographs your lovers took Why play the game of place the pain When you end up feeling just the same Anyway Sleep comes so slowly now So hard to keep the eyelids down And you're hoping soon to drown the sound Of a voice you know that whispers in Your mind Oh, it was a sad, sad day The day you turned away And there was nothing in your eye You had told me once you found it impossible To cry I know you've been there and back I've been there too But it was never really deep in you To do those things you had to do And in your sleepy bedroom eyes I saw the signs And I lay awake all night In the cold Until the light burned my side And there was nothing There was nothing anymore And there was nothing Not a feeling As you glanced back from the door Move away to find another place That illustrates your point of view Surrounded by the little things That re-assure That reflect you Ooooo and there was nothing And there was nothing in my heart And there was nothing in my head The light in your eyes is changing all the time And I still have your smile Burned into my mind |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
Youth has gone
I heard you say It doesn't matter Anyway Don't hide the photos Or turn off the lights I'm quite sure we've both seen Funnier sights Youth Sleep in a deep deep deep Beauty is skin deep Youth has gone Though we're still young It's hard I know to believe That I was somebody's son The memories Of what you once were The memories of what We both were Youth has gone Though don't think I don't cry We let ourselves slip And now I ask myself why I'm on my own And don't think I really mind When after all The years have been fairly kind Youth Sleep in a deep deep deep Beauty is skin deep Sleep in a deep deep deep Beauty is skin deep Youth...Youth...Sleep! |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
We've hit those depths again Playing black games again Black mellow lies And the narrowing of eyes Playing those games again You hold the reins again But then I turned the card And you know I hit hard Loving you, hating me It's the other side of love It's the side that you don't want to see Shaking your head that way It's so true when they say That love is a pain in the heart A pain that pulls apart I'm breaking rules again You're breaking hearts again Pretend to despise When there's love in your eyes Loving you, hating me It's the other side of love It's the side that you don't want to see And I'm loving you And you're hating me It's the other side of love It's the other side of love |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
Always the dreamer
But never the dead You had a rocky road mapped out somewhere in your head Anyone in your way Was a spike in your side With one hand in the wallet You took them for the ride Your could look in their eyes You perfected a lie Never gave them the chance to question why If they hit on you Then you slammed them right back To hell with the cool It was up and attack You should have seen you when you were 18 You were the toughest little f... I've ever seen And with each downfall you turned 10 foot tall The biggest kick in the balls you've ever been And Dr Diablo's on his rounds again Looking for blame And you know that he'll diagnose pain again Yeah pain again Narrow the sorrow Sick of the slick Of the doors of discovery you had you pick If they hit on you Then you hit right back Never keeping their cool It was up and attack Your could look in their eyes You perfected a lie Never gave them the chance to question why If they hit on you Then you slammed them right back To hell with the cool It was up and attack Whoa you're feeling so torrid today Life has gone wild No one blocks out the way You even look good - so they say A new lease of life flowed through your body today (not that looks are all to go by - but anyway) Shooting the A, Shooting the A, Shooting the A The stuff is free And you can now go to town Building your life up and smashing it down Building your life up and smashing it down You couldn't escape from this fact of life That existing makes you a mess But every decision or feeling or reason Causes some sort of mental distress Your could look in their eyes You perfected a lie Never gave them the chance to question why If they hit on you Then you slammed them right back To hell with the cool It was up and attack Leave the cool for the fool Leave the cool for the fool Leave the cool for the fool Leave the cool for the fool Hey hey You couldn't escape from this fact of life That existing makes you a mess But every decision or feeling or reason Causes some sort of mental distress Your could look in their eyes You perfected a lie Never gave them the chance to question why If they hit on you Then you slammed them right back To hell with the cool It was up and attack Hey Building your life up (shooting the A, shooting the A) And smashing it down Building your life up (shooting the A, shooting the A) And smashing it down Building your life up (shooting the A, shooting the A) And smashing it down |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
Falling through at the seams
Living life in a dream Even smiles make a lie And I smile all the time I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever Trying all of the vices Is what's doing the damage All the good things are bad things And I'm paying the prices I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever I'm covered in bruises From mixing with losers It's the black and the blue That's seeing me through My cigarette diet Means my throat hurts like Hell My friends say I'm dying But I do it so well Thank you I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever Together forever Together forever It's the holding together Together forever Together forever It's the holding together Together forever Together forever |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
Another day melts into the evening
I sit alone and watch the stars Remembering times I think of the past Here in my isolation In the solitary situation Reality hurts Where memories last When you whisper my name in the silence You stop my heart with a touch of violence We'll always be Together alone You're a breath in my ear You're a word in my mind I'm here on my own Just two of a kind Together alone Together alone You share in my deepest secrets You're here in my darkest moment Together alone Together alone You know what I'm always thinking You lift my mood when I'm sinking Together alone Together alone When you're here in my arms I'm dreaming of you Life will end when I stop Believing in you Together alone Together alone You're like a shadow At the edge of my eye Like a chill in the air Like a light in the sky Like the endless peace after we die You're a breath in my ear You're a word in my mind I'm here on my own Just two of a kind Together alone Together alone I don't need anybody I don't want anybody I'm on my own Together alone Nobody can understand us Nobody to make demands on us Together alone Together alone And as the bombs are falling I hear a voice that's calling Together alone Together alone You're a breath in my ear You're a word in my mind I'm here on my own Just two of a kind Together alone Together alone Are you listening to me now? Are you listening to me now? Together alone Together alone You're deep in my heart now You're deep in my soul now Together alone Forever alone You're a breath in my ear You're a word in my mind I'm here on my own Just two of a kind Together alone Together alone Together alone Forever alone Are you listening to me now? Are you listening to me now? Together alone Forever alone Together alone Together alone Are you listening to me now? Are you listening to me now? |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
Baby doll is on her trapeze
Wearing the smile that she never sees Thinking of a dollar as she tries to tease Thinking of a dollar as she tries to tease She's thinking of a dollar as she tries to tease Baby doll, baby doll Baby doll, baby doll Time to play Sheba on a wooden stage Taking off the clothes that are grimy with age Rubbing down the skin that is white and cold And the sticking plasters that cover up the holes She stared at by a man that would do her harm She needs to earn the money that will feed his arm He promised you security, safe and warm He promised you security, safe and warm They'll never know the hurt that you feel inside The emptiness you try to hide They'll never know the hurt that you feel inside The emptiness you try to hide Baby doll I would melt your eyes that are glassy and cold And as for the future when you grow old Baby doll, baby doll They'll never know the hurt you feel inside The emptiness you try to hide Take a tiny costume from a pile of clothes Just a touch of glitter and a lot of gold Pick on a failure, make his knees go weak Mouth open, eyes wide, fake your peak Mouth open, eyes wide, fake your peak Mouth open, eyes wide Mouth open, eyes wide Baby doll He'll wipe a line of dribble running from his mouth You make your wages later when you're back at his house You try to hide the mirror 'cause it's never kind You kickstart the heart that's so hard to find You try to save your beauty and to draw the line You bite your lip when you find it [Incomprehensible] Continue your search for a genuine love Continue your search for a genuine love Continue your search for a genuine love Baby, baby, baby doll Baby, baby, baby doll Baby, baby, baby doll |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
Beware
Of his promise Believe What I say Before I go forever Be sure Of what you say So he paints a pretty picture And he tells you that he needs you And he covers you with flowers And he always keeps you dreaming If he always keeps you dreaming You won't have a lonely hour If a day could last forever You might like your ivory tower But the night begins to turn your head around And you know you're gonna lose more than you found Yeah the night begins to turn your head around Beware Of his promise Believe What I say Before I go forever Be sure Of what you say For the words may come too easy If you don't believe I'm leaving And goodbye will come too quickly If you really think he loves you If you really think he loves you You would give your love so sweetly If that day could last forever You would fall in love completely But the night begins to turn your head around And you know you're gonna lose more than you found Yeah the night begins to turn your head around But the night begins to turn your head around And you know you're gonna lose more than you found Yeah the night begins to turn your head around And you know you're gonna lose more than you found Oh the night begins to turn your head around Yeah, the night, the night, the night, the night, the night, the night Yeah, the night, the night, the night, the night, the night, the night Oh the night begins to turn your head around |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
The wind in my hair
And the black in my eyes I was holding back tears As I reeled with surprise There was no one to phone I just chewed at the time I was waving goodbye To control of my mind And the beat of my heart Marks the passing of time And I just wanna scream to the sky There are times when my mind is an explosion of feelings I'm trying to hold on to the soul inside I go looking for lies But I couldn't find the way out In your play-the-game eyes The where's or the why's Should I laugh Should I cry Should I live Should I die? It's a wild celebration of feelings inside And the beat of my heart Marks the passing of time And I just wanna scream to the sky And there are times when my mind is an explosion of feelings I'm trying to hold on to the soul inside (x3) (I've got to hold on to the soul inside) Inside... It's a wild celebration (It's a wild) It a wild celebration of feelings inside And it's tearing me... And it's tearing me up It's a wild... It's a wild celebration of feelings inside It's a wild... it's a wild... Celebration of feelings inside And I'm trying to hold on And I'm trying to hold on And I'm trying Hold on.... Feelings.... inside.... |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
I'm lost again
And I'm on the run Looking for love In a sad song With your avenger eyes And your cat like ways I can hold you You're a fool for me to be cruel I'm leaning on this bar Listening to you sing And your sad song Rings in my ears And I start to cry Chorus 1 He's searching She's showing See him held in a deep deep spell He knows she's glowing I can find within my mind A way to go I can look deep into your life and shout Hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me... I hear the saxophone And it tears my soul And they're feeling old Feeling so cold She is the torch And she is the theme She could be a dream But oh boy, is she real? Try to avoid her eyes To avoid her words They will hit you With all that you feel Chorus 1 Chorus 2 See her eyes they are bright tonight See the stars coming out tonight See the moon looking down tonight See how they light your way tonight See my eyes they are bright tonight See my hands reaching out tonight Hear my words they are dynamite See how they light your way tonight 12 |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
Sunday morning going slow
I'm talking to the radio Clothes and record on the floor Memories of the night before Out in clubland having fun And now I'm hiding from the sun Waiting for a visitor Though no-one knows I'm here for sure Chorus: Dancing laughing Drinking loving And now I'm all alone In bedsit land My only home I think it's time to cook a meal To fill the emptiness I feel Spent my money going out I've nothing I'm left without Clean my teeth and comb my hair Look for something new to wear Start the nightlife over again Kid myself I'm having fun Chorus I look out from my window view There's really nothing else to do Read a book maybe write a letter Mother, things are getting better Watch the mirror count the lines The battle scars of all the good times Look around and I can see A thousand people just like me Chorus I'm waiting for something I'm only passing time [For purchasers of the 7" version, the song stops here. For purchasers of the 12" version, there are the additional lines:] Do you look a mess? Do you have a hangover? Did you overdo the lemonade Cut short on the soda? Did you do that dance the doctor Told you that you shouldn't do? But you're only young You should do that dance twice over I knew it's pretty early But you still look great Just ready for the beauty That the make up will create Take a little blusher Take a little paint Put on the silver dress The one that makes the young boys faint I'm sitting on my bed And I'm looking at the time Have a cup of coffee And you're feeling fine Put on that new record That you bought the other day The words will make you smile You can dance the dust away Make your single bed And push the tea leaves down the drain Take a long deep breath And start the nightlife over again I'm waiting for someone I'm only passing time And now I'm all alone And I don't care And I don't care Bedsitter Bedsitter And I don't care I don't care Bedsitter Bedsitter (Repeat and fade...) |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
somtimes I feel I`ve got to
Run away I`ve got to get away from the pain that you drive into the heart of me the love we share seems to go nowhere and I`ve lost my light for I toss and turn I can`t sleep at night once I ran to you(I ran) now I`ll run from you this tainted love you`ve given I give you all a boy could give you take my tears and that`s not nearly all oh tainted love tainted love now I know I`ve got to run away i`ve got to get away You don`t really want it any more from me to make things right youneed someone to hold you tight and you`ll think love is to pray But I`m sorry i don`t pray that way once I ran to you (I ran) now I`ll run from you this tainted love you`ve given I give you all a boy could give you take my tears and that`s not nearly all tainted love don`t touch me please I cannot stand the way you tease I love you though you hurt me so now I`m going to pack my things and go tainted love touch me baby, tainted love tainted love instrumental till end |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
Baby, baby, baby don't leave me.
Ooh, please don't leave me all by myself. I've got this burning, burning, yearning feelin' inside me. Ooh, deep inside me and it hurts so bad. You came into my heart (baby, baby) so tenderly, With a burning love (baby, baby) That stings like a bee (baby, baby). Now that I surrender (baby, baby) so helplessly, You now want to leave (baby, baby). Ooh, you wanna leave me (baby, baby). Ooh (baby, baby). Baby, baby, where did our love go? Ooh, don't you want me? Don't you want me no more (baby, baby)? Ooh, baby. Baby, baby, where did our love go? And all your promises of a love forevermore! I've got this burning, burning, yearning feelin' inside me. Ooh, deep inside me, and it hurts so bad. Before you won my heart (baby, baby) You were a perfect guy. But now that you got me, You wanna leave me behind (baby, baby). Ooh, baby. Baby, baby, baby don't leave me. Ooh, please don't leave me all by myself (baby, baby). Ooh. ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By HOLLAND, EDWARD, JR./HOLLAND, BRIAN/DOZIER, LAMONT HERBERT <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from Soft Cell - Live (2005)
Martin is talking to you
Martin is a boy with problems Martin has a family history Martin has too many nightmares He lives in a fantasy There's a danger that he'll take too far His morbid curiosity He's seen too many creepy films He's read too many books Martin sleeps with all the lights on Martin's seen too many looks He lives out a strange obsession Tries hard to resist But Martin needs his strange obsession To exist (Kill, kill, kill) He's far too pale and far too frail To be a normal boy There's something shining in his eyes The things he'd like to say Martin had a lot to live down Growing up in a mining town Torches burning in the trees The shivering lust of blood He's the star of many horror movies But deep inside he's good There's an illness flowing through him That's there all the time And though he watches and he waits He knows he's not to blame The face at the window The hand under the bed Martin has hallucinations Dreams that he's dead He finds the hunger's at its worst When he's in bed (Kill, kill, kill) He's finding hard to keep control He knows it won't be long And his tongue rolls over his dry lips And the voice lingers on |
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