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When the sun beats down, and I lie in the bench,

I can always hear them talk.

 

(and this happens to me, most days)

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I have loads and loads so i cant pick one realy.

 

At the moment the lyrics from tune in the video in my signature are very apt for me at the moment.

paticulary the first few lines. have a listen its a mint tune

 

Fear and panic in the air

I want to be free From desolation and despair

And I feel like everything I saw

Is being swept away

When I refuse to let you go

I can't get it right

Get it right

Since I met you

Loneliness be over

When will this loneliness be over

Life will flash before my eyes

So scattered and lost

I want to touch the other side

And no one thinks they are to blame

Why can't we see

That when we bleed we bleed the same

I can't get it right

Get it right

Since I met you

Loneliness be over

When will this loneliness be over

Loneliness be over

When will this loneliness be over

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yes theres love if you want it

dont sound like a sonnet

my loooooooove

 

Verve

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Elvis Costello - Tramp The Dirt Down

 

I saw a newspaper picture from the political campaign

A woman was kissing a child, who was obviously in pain

She spills with compassion, as that young childs

Face in her hands she grips

Can you imagine all that greed and avarice

Coming down on that childs lips

 

Well I hope I dont die too soon

I pray the lord my soul to save

Oh Ill be a good boy, Im trying so hard to behave

Because theres one thing I know, Id like to live

Long enough to savour

Thats when they finally put you in the ground

Ill stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down

 

When england was the whore of the world

Margeret was her madam

And the future looked as bright and as clear as

The black tarmacadam

Well I hope that she sleeps well at night, isnt

Haunted by every tiny detail

cos when she held that lovely face in her hands

All she thought of was betrayal

 

And now the cynical ones say that it all ends the same in the long run

Try telling that to the desperate father who just squeezed the life from his only son

And how its only voices in your head and dreams you never dreamt

Try telling him the subtle difference between justice and contempt

Try telling me she isnt angry with this pitiful discontent

When they flaunt it in your face as you line up for punishment

And then expect you to say thank you straighten up, look proud and pleased

Because youve only got the symptoms, you havent got the whole disease

Just like a schoolboy, whose heads like a tin-can

Filled up with dreams then poured down the drain

Try telling that to the boys on both sides, being blown to bits or beaten and maimed

Who takes all the glory and none of the shame

 

Well I hope you live long now, I pray the lord your soul to keep

I think Ill be going before we fold our arms and start to weep

I never thought for a moment that human life could be so cheap

cos when they finally put you in the ground

Theyll stand there laughing and tramp the dirt down

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A blast from the past!!!

 

Even though the air is calm

There's something here, it's something warm

Something cuts and scars inside tonight

Sons of pioneers are hungry men

 

 

 

Japan - Sons of Pioneers 1981:banana:

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Happy Mondays - Kinky Afro (possibly)

Son, I'm thirty

I only went with your mother 'cos she's dirty

 

Motorhead - Overkill

Only way to feel the noise

Is when it's good and loud

 

Ramones - anything by...

1, 2, 3, 4

 

Frank Sidebottom - anything by...

You know I do / am / will

I really do / am / will

Thank you

 

Funkadelic - Promental****backwashpsychosisenemasquad (The Doo-Doo Chasers) *

Fried ice cream IS a reality

Which one is George Clinton?

 

Kraftwerk - Computer World

Interpol and Deutsche Bank, FBI and Scotland Yard

Interpol and Deutsche Bank, FBI and Scotland Yard

Business, Numbers, Money, People

Business, Numbers, Money, People

Computer World

Computer World

 

Zappa The Torture Never Stops

Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair

Prisoners grumble and **** their clothes and scratch their matted hair

A tiny light from a window hole a hundred yards away

Is all they ever get to know about the regular life in the day;

An' it stinks so bad the stones been chokin'

'N weepin' greenish drops

In the room where the giant fire puffer works

'N the torture never stops

The torture never stops

 

Slime 'n rot, rats 'n snot 'n vomit on the floor

Fifty ugly soldiers, man, holdin' spears by the iron door

Knives 'n spikes 'n guns 'n the likes of every tool of pain

An' a sinister midget with a bucket an' a mop where the blood goes down the drain;

 

An' it stinks so bad the stones been chokin'

'N weepin' greenish drops

In the room where the giant fire puffer works

'N the torture never stops

The torture never stops

The torture

The torture

The torture never stops.

 

Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair

An evil prince eats a steamin' pig in a chamber right near there

He eats the snouts 'n the trotters first

The loin's 'n the groin's is soon dispersed

His carvin' style is well rehearsed

He stands and shouts

All men be cursed

All men be cursed

All men be cursed

All men be cursed

And disagree, well no-one durst

He's the best of course of all the worst

Some wrong been done, he done it first

 

(Well, well) An' he stinks so bad, his bones been chokin'

(Yeah) 'N weepin' greenish drops,

(Well) In the night of the iron sausage,

(Well) Where the torture never stops

The torture never stops

The torture

The torture

The torture never stops.

 

Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair

Who are all those people that he's locked away up there

Are they crazy?,

Are they sainted?

Are they zeros someone painted?,

It has never been explained since at first it was created

But a dungeon like a sin

Requires naught but lockin' in

Of everything that's ever been

Look at hers

Look at him

That's what's the deal we're dealing in

That's what's the deal we're dealing in

That's what's the deal we're dealing in

That's what's the deal we're dealing in

 

 

* The actaul lyrics might be frowned upon on FF SF, so that's a couple of my favourite backing vocals from it. And, having seen 'em live, I understand the inspiration for the 2nd line

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Elvis Costello - Tramp The Dirt Down

Excellent choice :thumbsup:

 

Some others:

 

You never asked me what I wanted. You only asked me why.

I never thought that so much trouble was resting on my reply.

I could tell it was the nights that I was lonely

and you were the only one who'd come.

I could tell you that I like your sensitivity,

when you know it's the way that you walk.

- Miracle Man - Elvis Costello

 

I see you and I'm so perplexed

What was I thinking?

What will I think of next?

Where can I hide?

In the back room there's a lamp that hangs over the pool table

and when the fan is on it swings gently side to side

There's a changing constellation of balls as we are playing

I see Orion and say nothing

The only thing i can think of saying...

- Ani DiFranco - Untouchable Face.

 

Shall we agree that just this once I'm gonna change my life

Until it's just as tiny or important as you like?

And in time we won't even recall that we spoke

Words that turned out to be as big as smoke

As smoke disappears in the air

There's always something that's smouldering somewhere.

- Elvis Costello - The Other End of the Telescope

 

Then you took two steps forward and then one step on your back

Now it's a future for me and you that I lack

You'll be the one who stands out in the dark

Even when you're all dressed in black...

Sometimes I name and number all the things you gave to me

That elastic love, this velvet-lined purgatory

You used to take the breath out of me

Now I think you'll be the death of me

- Elvis Costello - Next Time 'Round.

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I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song

I'm twenty-two now, but I won't be for long

 

This is a Paul Simon lyric

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I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song

I'm twenty-two now, but I won't be for long

 

This is a Paul Simon lyric

Billy Bragg, surely.

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Adam Freeland - We Want Your Soul

 

 

Your Cell Phone, Your Wallet, Your Time, Your Ideas

No Barcode, No Party, No ID, No Beers

Your Bankcard, Your License, Your Thoughts, Your Fears

No Simcard, No Disco, No Photo, Not Here

Your Blood, Your Sweat, Your Passions, Your Regrets

Your Office, Your Time Off, Your Fashions, Your Sex

Your Pills, Your Grass, Your Tits, Your Ass.

Your Laughs, Your Bones.

 

We Write It All

 

We Want Your Soul

 

Tell us Your Habits, Your Facts, Your Fears

Give us Your Address, Your Shoe Size, Your Years

Your Digits, Your Plans, Your Number, Your Eyes

Your Schedule, Your Desktop, Your Details, Your Life.

 

Show us Your Children, Your Photos, Your Home.

Here, Take Credit, Take Insurance, Take A Loan.

Get a Job, Get a Pension, Get a Haircut, Get a Suit.

Play the Lottery, play Football, play the Field, Sports on Toot

 

We’ll show you Things We’ll show you Swings

We’ll buy you Things, Drugs, Big Yard, Birds

We’ll sell you Crap We’ll Charge You Fat

We’re gonna find Big Guns & A Drunk in Your Kitchen

 

We Want Your Soul

 

Your Thoughts, Your Emotions, Your Love, Your Dreams

Your Cheque Book, Your Residence, Your Sweat, Your Screams

Your Security, Your Sobriety, Your InNocence, Your Society

Your Self, Your Place, Your Distance, Your Speed

 

Go back to bed America, Your Government is in Control Again

 

Here, watch this, shut up

You are free to do as we tell you

You are free to do as we tell you

 

We Want Your Soul

 

Here’s Programs, Here’s Matters, Here’s Britney, Here’s Cola

Here’s Pizza, Here’s TV, Here’s some Rock and some Rolla

Watch Commercials, more Commercials, watch Jerry, Not Oprah

Buy a Better Life from The Comfort of Your Sofa

Here’s Popcorn, Here’s Magazines, Here’s Milkshake, Here’s Blue Jeans

Here’s Padded Bras, Here’s Long Cars

Here’s Football Shirts, Here’s Baseball Caps

Here’s Live Talk Shows, Here’s Video Games, Here’s Cola Lite, Here’s Timberlake

Here’s Fingertips, Here’s Collagen, Here’s All Night Bars, Here’s Plastic

 

We Want Your Soul

 

Go back to bed America, Your Government is in Control Again

Here, Here’s American Gladiators

Watch this, shut up

 

Go back to bed America,

Here’s American Gladiators, Here’s 56 channels of it

Watch these pictuary retards banging their ****ing skulls together

And congratulate you on living in the Land of Freedom

Here you are America

You are free to do as we tell you

You are free to do as we tell you

 

We Want Your Soul

 

No Cookies No Strays No Drop Outs No Gays No Lefties No Loonies No Opinions

No Way No Bankers No Teachers No Facts No Freaks

No Skaters No Tweakers No Truth Nothing

Here’s Popcorn, Here’s Magazines, Here’s Milkshake, Here’s Blue Jeans

Here’s Padded Bras, Here’s Long Cars

Here’s Football Shirts, Here’s Baseball Caps

Here’s A Very Very Very Very Very … Long Infomercial

 

:bigsmile:

 

 

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