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1600 Mexico
03:44
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Holed beneath the waterline
There's nobody like you
That's why you find it difficult
To ever find a friend
And you say it's a compromise
But nothing starts or ends
And nobody loves anybody all the time
So you gave me back my freedom
With my non-existent wedding ring
And I trashed that BMW
Thinking it was his
And I thought that I'd recovered
By the second week of January
But over coffee in the morning
You let my fingers do the talking
It took you six months
Just to learn to use the telephone
But baby what am i to do..?
Well, I'm not lonely any more
'Cos all the women in this city look like you
I might have sabotaged your holiday
But I didn't break your heart
You abandoned it at twenty-two
And it broke all by itself
Well, we all talk to camera
And we all share the pain
But I was just the brick wall
That you threw your head against
Well, we both gave up cigarettes
And somehow we survived
The seedy little escapade
That you sent in to Readers' Wives
Where I was a lipstick lesbian
And you were George III
And for my fellow Americans
I only have these words...
It took you six months
Just to learn to use the telephone
But baby what am I to do..?
Now I'm not lonely any more
'Cos all the cowboys in this city
Walk like you, God knows they do
You took a long time
Just to lose your faith in television
But baby what am I to do..?
A provincial boy with no ambition
But to sit beside you in your 1600 Mexico
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2. |
Go-Betweens
03:21
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Love does not run laughing to the bedroom
Not for very long
Love sits silent in the kitchen
'Til everyone has gone
Some nights I hear you crying
I know you hear me too
But pop songs stole the language
I need to comfort you, comfort you, comfort you
Your town talks of murder and defeat
I hear it walking down your street
And your house is a fortress to keep us from happiness
The doctors and the lawyers
To whom we are indebted
Their prescriptions and their promises
Worth their weight in confetti
Your friends, your colleagues and the magistrate
All will have their say
But a well-adjusted person embraces something pretty sick
These days, these days, these days
Your town talks of murder and defeat
I hear it walking down your street
And your house is a fortress to keep us from happiness
Your town talks of murder and defeat
I hear it walking down your street
And your house is a fortress to keep us from happiness
From happiness
You go to places I can't reach
I hear you talking in your sleep
The dreams you chase beneath the streets
To something less than happiness
When all the rest was just the mess
That I put up with to defeat your hatred
And see you naked
And give you babies
Baby
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Words:
Soon we will be sitting down
And talking it all through
We may yet end up in bed
I guess that's up to you
And I don't mind your silence
Your anger is hypnotic
And your apologies so rare
They're erotic
To me
I taste your fear, it makes you real
It's a sickening career
And if there was a nuclear war
You're the one that I'd come back for
I really like your boyfriend
And I think that he likes me
But see the way he watches us
So thoughtfully
Among my friends there are a faction
Who like to watch hot girl-girl action
I just can't see the attraction
When all I want is some interaction
With you
What else am I supposed to do..?
What's a poor girl to aspire to..?
You should finish what you came here to do
I won't stop you
Maybe you're still dreaming
Maybe this is real
Maybe you're still driving
Asleep behind the wheel
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Words:
All the crumpled sheets in all the hotel bedrooms
I woke up to find you asleep in mine
And it's time for a change of climate
And I might book a flight to london and take you home
A girl can get lost when she's too long on her own
And she can fall into degenerate ways
When she hasn't been sober in sixteen days
She said to me 'You are the prince of Denmark Street
And while you're very dear to me, you shall never be king'
You say London is a sick old town
And your solution is a simple one
Take a bomb to the bank to the stocks and shares
Float down to the people in the cold blue air
Get the Tory councils against the wall
Line them up and shoot them all
Find the keys to all the flats they own
And let the homeless people... go home
We share cigarettes in Camden Town
And your rum flows where my heart goes
And you're sceptical of my drunken pathos
Such a shame 'cos this is the way it feels to be me
And you leave me no other way to be friendly
I'm gallon drunk but I'm still empty
Help me
She said to me 'You are the prince of Denmark Street
And while you're very dear to me, you shall never be king'
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5. |
Blood Wedding
04:32
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She wakes up this morning
With a hard-on for the day
Today she starts to reconcile
Herself to her mistakes
Silent shadows move across the ceiling
And there'll be blood upon her hands before this evening
The nights she gave herself to me
Discretely, they're forgotten
Those mapped upon her memory
Or charted on her body
But in the dark, the new boy will discover
The signature carved on her heart by her former lover
I have a feeling for you, son...
She was born in sunshine
I was born in snow
I was fifteen months in the world without her
Fifteen months alone
But god knows, if I can't fight the feeling
There'll be blood upon my hands before this evening
Outro rap...
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6. |
Sunday Goes
03:42
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A turn of the ignition key
And you could be away from me
For goodness sake, the sun is warm
We've said it all, you could be gone
Now I know where you've been
I read it in your magazine
I will wait and you won't show
Sunday comes and Sunday goes
'You only get one chance' you said
And stretched yourself out on the bed
I'd still have stayed if I had known
It was a chance you gave to everyone
Now that I wake up alone
And let the morning fill the room
Switching on the radio
Sunday comes and Sunday goes
I stole your coat and diaries
To heal a painful memory
Drove my car two hundred miles
To where I first ran as a child
And only trying to connect
I get my mind and body wrecked
Talking to your answerphone
Sunday comes and Sunday goes
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7. |
Working For Mister Banks
04:30
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It's only just started for me
But it's getting near the end
The writing's on the toilet wall
And the pen is in my hand
I learned that graffiti off by heart
But there never is or was a scene
And all the people who look like me
That I meet
Turn out to be mean
Seven months of this year
I spent alone
And no amount of benefits
Is going to bring you home
I never get on the bus
With the vicar and the tart
I resist their temptations
Because I know they'll just tear us apart
Like I know
I'm a spare prick
I'm a bad seed
I've got shitty DNA
And though you never phone or write me
I know you want me anyway
Seven months of this year
I spent alone
And no amount of Legal Aid
Is going to bring you home
Wealth and power
Will not make your time go slower
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8. |
Whoa There Big Felleh
04:47
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All your former lovers -
- I want to cut their throats
But there are certain cases
I'd revel in the most
And all my future girlfriends
You've put a curse on them
There's women walking round you've never met
Who you already hate
And I
Think it's time
I called the dogs off
And you took the gloves off
And told me that we're through
But this
Doesn't mean
That I don't love you
And I wouldn't murder for you
Like old friends do
I lay in a fever
For seven nights and days
And I have visitations
From Hitchcock and Hemingway
And they pointed out to me
That life is very short
And it's time I spread some misery
Into lives other than yours
So I
Think it's time
I called the dogs off
And you took the gloves off
And told me that we're through
But this
Doesn't mean
That I don't love you
And I wouldn't murder for you
Like old friends do
Like old friends do
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Jackson Road
03:05
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You walked me off the railways
And talked me into lunch
And put your broken heart upon the table
And I was reaching for my hat
When you said, "You could be the one.
Please don't be the one that gets away."
And you said "Summer's on the way
It's a breathless kind of day
And I was hoping you might stay
For good
And we could live in Jackson Road
I would hold you very close
And you'd never be alone"
You said.
My eye fell for a moment on the stolen magazine
A picture of a surfer boy in summer
But memory comes call
Like a hand across your face
Your eyes, the skies that give the sea its colour
And you said "Summer's on the way
It's a breathless kind of day
And I was hoping you might stay
For good
And we could live in Jackson Road
And I would hold you very close
And you'll never be alone"
You said.
And you said "Summer's on the way
We'll go to Camden Town on Sundays
And we'll piss the blues away
For good
And we could live in Jackson Road
I would hold you very close
And you'd never be alone"
You said.
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10. |
You, And Your Mates
04:07
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All the things you'd said and done
It could have been the end
But a sympathetic magistrate
Is every girl's best friend
And so we drank to freedom
For fourteen hours or more
I smoked forty Bensons'
And was sick upon the dancefloor
Is orange juice a mixer
Or a drink in its own right..?
We debate the issue
Well into the night
I want to wake up in your clothes
And smell you in my hair
And make love in the morning
In the light from your old Frigidaire
If Mister Buddha has his say
It's all coming back your way
Nothing in a needle
And nothing up the nose
Still won't keep a freedom junkie
Off the road
You want to sell the clothes and drugs
And live beside the sea
Pragmatic and fantastic
As only you can be
When I was so happy to be working
I didn't think what I was doing
I didn't see the lights go out
I didn't hear you leaving
But the babies that we never made
Stranger than fuck
That part of you belongs to me
And you cannot have it back
If Mister Buddha has his say
It's all coming back your way
You, and your mates
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11. |
Chasing Amy
05:06
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He took off his sweatshirt - instant Friday night
We lay in his bed for hours getting ourselves straight
And you know I took precautions with everyone but you
And then took half a lifetime thinking it all through
I was making love to Stephanie and thinking of you
And now I don't know what matters more -
- what you think or what you do
You see I think of every time you put his sugar in my tea
I saw him in your Chinese lanterns watching you and me
And on the Munich telegraph we both went off the tracks
And now I'll never fund the army i'd need to win you back
So I'll make love to Stephanie while thinking of you
And think about just what matters more -
- what I feel or I do
You were making love to Stephanie while thinking of me
But Stephanie, she told me that it felt very real
Yes it felt very real - but no one feels like you feel
And I don't know who this will hurt the most
It's easy being honest when you've nothing to reveal
I stand before you naked (or at least that's how I feel)
This one's from the heart, my dear, and this one's from the hips
This is one from memory, and this is what you're going to miss
I was making love to Stephanie while thinking of you
And I don't know what matters more -
- what you feel or you do
I was making love to Stephanie while thinking of you
And all the noises that you used to make
She started making them, too (sounding just like you do)
She said the things that you used to
I look at her and I can see your face
I was making love to Stephanie while thinking of you
And I don't know what matters more -
- what you feel or you do
I was making love to Stephanie while thinking of you
And now I'll spend my whole life
Chasing Amy
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12. |
Bad For You
02:54
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Yes, I enjoyed our little chat
And, yes, you made it crystal clear
But if you think that that is that
Then have another think, my dear
Because I taped the conversation
And sent a copy to your mum
And your local TV station
Will soon be getting...
One of the things
That everybody said
Was you were bad for me
Well, baby, yes, you know
I think I'm bad for you as well
I could be bad for you
Still feel bad for you
Lonely and sad for you as well
In the face of your invective
I was paralysed and weak
Until my politics collective
Became your politics unique
For thus it's written in your letters
And on the hoardings up above
That to increase your market value
You must kill the one you...
Love was the thing
That everybody said
Would be so bad for us
Well, baby, yes, I guess
I feel sad for us as well
Still feel sad for us
Naked and mad for us
And you want us back again
But that won't be happening
We're bad
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13. |
King Of Shaves
05:36
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"Those guys are right about you - you're money."
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