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Gary Jules




Альбом Gary Jules


Trading Snakeoil For Wolftickets (2004)
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Loaded tongue and dirty fingers
Queen of her mother's house
Come step outside feeling full moon high
Let's see what we can live without

Fix an eye to the dimestore villain
Waiting for the wine to pour
It comes strong and thin and it tastes like sin
The love we've all been in before

A million ways to burn
I'm just looking out of this old broke window
And she's taking a turn
I'm looking out of this old broke window
And she's taking a turn

Her body lies like a landscape before you
You're selling your soul by the pound
Got snakeoil in spades for the wolftickets trade
You look but don't see me around

A million ways to burn
I'm just standing here on this old street corner
And she's taking a turn
I'm standing here on this old street corner

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"There's no poetry between us"
Said the paper to the pen
Something's burning in the attic
That her tongue will not defend
Through the arc of conversation
Past the teeth behind the smile
Down the miracle mile
To the bottom of the ladder
Paint your eyes and hide the tatters
What's the matter baby?
Could we go downtown
To the middle of the world?
You were always such a pretty girl
And you told me I was beautiful
"There's no poetry between us"
Said the paper to the pen
"And I get nothing for my trouble
But the ink beneath my skin"
If your clothes are getting weary
And your soul's gone out of style
Blame the miracle mile
And the bottom of the ladder
Paint your eyes and hide the tatters
What's the matter baby?

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Trapped a dragon west of Chinatown for fire-eaters up in Hollywood
My little sister took a picture of God and floated away
RIDE - downtown Los Angeles
RIDE - downtown Los Angeles
When your hands are broken
When your words are slipping
Put your arms around him
And go ... down

Hide your money in the other hand
(Observations of a regular)

Towers floating on a seat of ghosts...
It's always the same, I told you
RIDE - downtown Los Angeles

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You can't save me from myself
You can't save her
You're lucky if you save yourself

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They never tell you truth is subjective
They only tell you not to lie
They never tell you there's
strength in vulnerability
They only tell you not to cry
But I've been living underground
Sleeping on the way
And finding something else to say
Is like walking on the freeway
They never tell you you
don't need to be ashamed
They only tell you to deny
So is it true that only good
girls go to heaven
They only sell you what you buy
And I've been living underground
Sleeping on the way
And finding something else to say
Is like walking on the freeway
I've been living underground
Trying not to burn
And finding something else to learn
At Hollywood and western

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I've taken all my pills
But I'm still not sleepy
Tried to trick myself into thinking
That I'm not awake
That it's only a dream
Put that cigarette out
Don't ask me no questions
Salome dancing on my wall
And the shadows on the floor
Look so warm from here
I've seen it all before
Just one little lie
But the difference is this
It meant the world to me
Don't ask me no questions
"Take the wheel" she said "as I wander"
We could leave this town
I've got all I need: spirit, hope and joy
But no one knows me
I think I lost my pills
Guess I'll take my chances
I'm looking at the telephone
But nothing happens
I am well aware
That the morning is near
Put the radio down

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Boy when out on a boat tonight
Waiting on his lover
Seen his mermaid bride in the moonlight
And the arms of another
She said "standing on the water is easier to do
Then to try and be a family living here with you
And the more I've been thinking
The more I know I'm living alone

Now they see him out on the waterways
Rolling on the foam
Only memory for a future
Only ocean for a home
'Cause Amelia's the name that she calls herself these days
And "birds! birds!" is all we heard before she flew away
And the more I've been thinking

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I hear you've got a pocket full of words
That you keep in the garage
Together with the feather and the fireworks
A surftown hero who's got one foot in the garden
Where the neon-lighted cocktail glasses bloom
And they built you a model airplane
Like the one that brought you back to Lindbergh field
Now you're counting your change by the streetlights on India
"Hey, it's me again, I'm faded...could I please come over?"

You can do what you want
In umbilical town
In a waterfront bar

Old gap-toothed Annie was a friend of mine
The third time around she was born again
She must have burned at least a half-a-million dollars
In the little rooms next door to wash-and-fold
And there ain't no consolation prize
There is no backdoor to innocence
Just the wild-eyed faces and names that you've forgotten
"Hey, the money's gone, I'm broken, could I please come over?"

You can do what you want
In umbilical town
In that waterfront bar

I've been dreaming we were born together
I've been thinking about it
'Been lurking backstreets-kicking down alleyways
I've been thinking about it
How it's always worse than it appears
Raskolnikov's out on the stairs
Howling at the man in the moon
They say he lost control
Between the suburbs and the barrio
Tired from too much too soon
Now the air is thick with compromises
We're always on the way
So I take comfort in the only life I know

Well you can do what you want
In umbilical town
At the waterfront bar
In umbilical town
You can do what you want
You can do what you want

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I've been there - believe me
Crimes committed are unintentional
After the party we all went home alone
All the industry boys were still laughing and drinking
When I tumbled out of the place
And up on the wall
The princess of Hollywood way

The witton house is empty
Autumn came again and everyone scattered
Maybe it's better
If we don't have that last place to go
Well you said that you'd call
When you got your new number
I guess you've gone under again
There's room at the bar
For the princess of Hollywood way

Wine and forgiveness were all that we had
Wine and forgiveness are all that I need

"Go to bed" she said, "I can stand you
And that's the only thing that we have in common

If I had a nickel for every bridge that you've burned...
You're just a single malt swamp clown preparing for splashdown
The accidents know you by name"
After all, I'm the princess of Hollywood
After all, I'm the princess of Hollywood

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It's a custom made afternoon
With shrinking hands I can't keep to myself
Springtime...Saturday
Perfect in an easy way

And it's a custom mary sin
For angels in the dark
A lighter spark to brighten her skies
Finger feelings fingers feeling fine
Just might change this life of mine

And I'm up on inspiration drive
If you could see what I've seen
Patchwork woman sunshine suits you fine
Sleeping with her sandals on
In a California dream
I'm singing
"La-la-la-la-la-la think I'm up to something"

And on a custom made afternoon the candle she burns
The wheels turn and four eyes look away
Wood is getting tangled up in steam
Blue and hazel mix to green

And I'm up on inspiration drive
If you could see what I've seen
Patchwork woman sunshine suits you fine
Perfect in an easy way
The world behind the worlds
I'm singing
"La-la-la-la-la-la"

And I'm up on inspiration drive
If you could see what I've seen
Patchwork woman sunshine suits you fine
Sleeping with her sandals on
In a California dream
I'm singing

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All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world ... world
Enlarge your world
Mad world...

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