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My name is Mary-Anne
But they all call me Frances I saw the coast was clear Do you mind me being near?... I've seen faces in high places Messing up for good Say what am I doing here What am I doing here?... What say you're feeling meek Saw the writing on the wall Feel sad and blue... Paradise is close at hand In images of elsewhere I've seen faces in high places Messing up big style... I log on for company My ISP comforts me Goodbye Godspeed I can't give you what you need If I've sounded distant thus far It's cos' I'm as lost as you are... Paradise is close at hand In images of elsewhere... Goodbye Godspeed I can't give you what you need If I've sounded distant thus far It's cos' I'm as lost as you are... Goodbye Godspeed I can't give you what you need If I've sounded distant thus far It's cos' I'm as lost as you are... |
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| 2. |
| 2:55 |
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I'm gonna change my immediate circle
Of friends I'm gonna run away and join the circus Oh yeah They've been leading me around in circles Round and round I'm gonna change my immediate circle Of friends... In my darkest hour of need They all become make believe And they pretend that they are sleeping... I raise my game as the stakes stack higher Higher You cry wolf like you're the town cryer Cry girl The queen of clubs drinks in pubs on days off Over Swills down dregs, drags On duck arsed cigarettes... In my darkest hour of need They all become make believe And they pretend that they are sleeping... I'm gonna change my immediate circle Of friends I'm gonna run away and join the circus Oh yeah I'll be assistant to the Blind knife thrower Better that than being Factory fodder order... In my darkest hour of need They all become make believe And they pretend that they are sleeping... |
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| 3. |
| 3:28 |
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Go tell the captain
There's no waters left To navigate I sailed them all for you... Go tell the engine room Stop stoking up the fire We're out of fuel... Doom looms large on my horizon Mountain toxic, river poison Fools get votes in a democracy... We'll build new ring roads To go nowhere in particular Now you've passed your Highway Code And make new inroads Into plundering the Earth For some more fuel... Doom looms large on my horizon Mountain toxic, river poison Fools get votes in a democracy... Go ask the Government You voted in on trust Where is our fuel?... Doom looms large on my horizon Mountain toxic, river poison Fools get votes in a democracy... Doom looms large on my horizon Mountain toxic, river poison Fools get votes in a democracy... |
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| 4. |
| 3:31 |
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It's what's not there that makes
What's there what it is It's what's not there that makes What's there what it is... Seems like we're quite In demand More faint praise Well I'll be damned Ship's run aground on the rocks Not all that unorthodox... It's what's not there that makes What's there what it is... Fate cuts her cloth Ragged mean You miss the ceremony He sleeps, she wakes Then she tires Leave us to our frying pan And fires... It's what's not there that makes What's there what it is... It's sculpture, sculpture Feed me to the vultures It's what's not there that makes What's there what it is.. |
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| 5. |
| 4:00 |
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You always hear the shouts
from my battalion And send toy soldiers out to help me stand And when I see you hide behind these curtain folds I cross the room to turn the lights down low On common ground we'll build our castle walls We'll build them stone by stone and how With more and more you know it won't take long Where it burned orange let it burn gold I wouldn't like to learn a lesson everyday Godd times, bad times, it's just the price you pay But given half the chance of turning back the tide I'll stay at home and keep my boys in line On common ground we'll build our castle walls We'll build them stone by stone and how With more and more you know it won't take long Where it burned orange let it burn gold And given half the chance To turn the hands of time I'm always the bridesmaid Couldn't live with myself if I tried to be the bride On common ground we'll build our castle walls We'll build them stone by stone and how With more and more you know it won't take long Where it burned orange let it burn gold |
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| 6. |
| 3:34 |
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Did you find that some
Autumn day Your life was in disarray Forlorn for good? Did you do what your parents done? Find some mad equilibrium Now I can say honestly You're a masculine travesty For-warned is for-armed Your purple patch came and went All those love letters never sent He was the mother of misogyny, mother of Mother of m-i-s-o-g-y-n-y, misogyny Mother of, mother of misogyny, misogyny You're so much a part of me It's life's greatest tragedy Unarmed and undone Still you do what you always done Find some mild equilibrium He was the mother of misogyny, mother of Mother of m-i-s-o-g-y-n-y, misogyny Mother of, mother of misogyny, misogyny |
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| 7. |
| 3:08 |
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She takes her happy pills
They keep her happy Is everybody here on drugs?... Mad cows like bumble bees With chemistry degrees Is everybody here on drugs? Here on drugs Here on drugs... The U"berlords did stop the flow No snow, no show, bad scene The U"berlords when they see fit Will give our lives new meaning... Spin doctor aim for free Lest we speak honestly Is everybody here on drugs? Here on drugs Here on drugs... The U"berlords did stop the flow No snow, no show, bad scene Uppers, downers you Don't hang around us We'll give our lives no meaning... Don't need your poison Me I'll dig your melancholy Is everybody here... Uppers, downers you Don't hang around us We'll give our lives no meaning... |
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| 8. |
| 3:19 |
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Both born of lust and deceit
We are lovers who will Never meet Once fate put us in the Same room When you knew not of me Nor I of you Something inside dies... And we don't stand Up to scrutiny But we spin by and by the by A great pain finds Numb haven, humdrum And we spin by and by the by Something inside dies... Me and my imaginary friend Have been going round The bend for some time now For some time now... And me and Timmy Turd Are having trouble being heard Through the background hum Above the background hum... And me and Barry C are Going down to Connah's Quay For all your Telecaster dreams A Telecaster is all you need... Me and my imaginary friend Have been going round the Bend for some time now For some time now... And me and Timmy Turd Are getting trouble being heard Through the background hum Above the background hum... And me and Barry C are Going down to Connah's Quay For all your Telecaster dreams A Telecaster is all you need... Something inside dies... |
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| 9. |
| 3:20 |
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From London to Lisbon
And all points between Find people to lean on And one man to please We all need someone We all need something We all need?.. I'm lustless, lifeless The scent of my skin It means nothing without you That?s where it begins We all need someone We all need something We all need?.. we all need?. Get out for your sakes Do you want it? No promises are spoken Take it or leave it, do you like it? And no man?s heart gets broken One day to another I'm head over heels One room to another It sets the same scene We all need someone We all need something We all need?.. we all need?. Every man for himself Just for a little while Every man for himself Just for a short while You could came around We could fool around and get down It?s the way it could be Oh, from London to Lisbon I?m head over heels Take it or leave it Just come as you please We all need Someone, somewhere, somehow |
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| 10. |
| 1:24 |
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Don't be so hard on yourself...no...
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| 11. |
| 3:43 |
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For those who won't
And never will Song sounds blue... No-one at home And time to kill Song for the beautiful loser... She would hide at the park and ride Glued up to the gills High tar cigarettes and sex An appetite for pills She's a shell of her former self Bad natured on the shelf And the honeymoon's wearing thin It's a sign of the state we're in... A stolen heart Broken apart Song for the beautiful loser... Sweet sixteen A kiss too far Song sounds blue... She was glad when her dad Got locked out for good Teaching her love by lashing out With anything he could... She's a shell of her former self By nature left on the shelf And the honeymoon's wearing thin It's a sign of the state we're in... She would hide at the park and ride Glued up to the gills Cigarettes and easy sex on a Belly load of pills... She's a shell of her former self Bad natured, left on the shelf And the honeymoon's wearing thin It's a sign of the state we're in... Song for the beautiful loser Song sounds blue... |
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| 12. |
| 3:28 |
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I do think that you could be
Anything that you want to be It's easy, easy when You say that time will tell It don't mean the last orders Bell is ringing, ringing And there's always plenty more GAndT in the sea... You keep playing the Same tired old blues songs Over the same tired Old blues chords Put those songs to sleep They don't make me Weep anymore... Your empty glass ain't No crystal ball It can't tell you What the future's bringing Bringing it's bank Holiday mundane Medazalan may help to stop That stinging, stinging And there's always plenty more GAndT in the sea... You keep playing the Same tired old blues songs Over the same tired Old blues chords Put those songs to sleep They don't make me Weep anymore... And let it begin again Let it begin again With a hearty meal And a map to read Oh life's been good to me... So keep playing those same Old blues songs... You keep playing the Same tired old blues songs Over the same tired Old blues chords Put those songs to sleep They don't make me Weep anymore They don't make me Weep anymore... |
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| 13. |
| 2:52 |
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I found me a pulse
I found me a pulse And I came to the Screaming city baby I found me a pulse... I bought me some clothes I bought me some clothes And I played in the Screaming city baby I got given clothe... We're village idiots And words tie us up in knots But it's OK... I lost me some clothes And my GP upped my dose I crave acclaim not your Simpering pity maybe I won't give up the ghost... I'll be the hostess with the most And I won't give up my post I'll come alive in the Screaming city baby And I won't give up the ghost... But we're village idiots And the party never stops But it's OK... Cos' to struggle Would be meaningless We are what we are Everyone of us... You love those disco thrills Oh you love those disco thrills Oh you really take The biscuit baby You love those disco thrills... But we're village idiots And the party never stops But it's OK... Cos' to struggle Would be meaningless We are what we are Everyone of us... But it's OK But it's all right But it's OK... |
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| 14. |
| 4:10 |
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I never feared the rain
Until you turned to me And said you'd failed again It makes a perfect day so lame And leads us halfway To nowhere... And so the players Have changed Soon we'll memorise the names But somehow something's Never quite the same Still we'll stake a claim You can count us in again Cos' everyone's a winner baby Hedge your bets Get set and maybe We could be the first To cross the line... Get up, get set, get ready Get high, get low, get even Cos' we're living In inimitable style Chasing the ultimate prize... You'd make a fine millionaire It's only natural to celebrate But someone's got to Be there to pay And we never get there... So take some time on our own We burn enough alone Close but still not fully grown Pulling marrow from a bone But there's no turning back So count us in again... Cos' everyone's a winner baby Hedge your bets Get set and maybe We could be the first To cross the line... Get up, get set, get ready Get high, get low, get even Cos' we're living In inimitable style Chasing the ultimate prize... Going back to the old house The Marigolds just go to show That some of us should Never have left home But see I'm still counting Another flash in the pan A quick and instant forming tan It seems to grow on me Taking inches from a mile But I'm all for throwing It on the line... |
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