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Ocean Colour Scene


Информация
Откуда Moseley, Birmingham, England
Жанры Britpop
Годы 1989—н.в.
Лейблы Island Records
Sanctuary Records
Fontana Records
Cooking Vinyl
Moseley Shoals Records
Сайт Website
Состав
Simon Fowler
Steve Cradock
Oscar Harrison
Dan Sealey
Andy Bennett
Бывшие участники
Damon Minchella



Альбом Ocean Colour Scene


North Atlantic Drift (2003)
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I’ll die before I get to sleep
When screaming shadows haunt my dreams
I’m cold and soaking wet when daylight shows its face
This fear will always get in your way

And I can hear so much
That I miss it everyday
It finds me deep in love and deeper down the lane
I don’t know too much but I know what I want to say
I Just Need Myself

Please leave me when you see me fall
Oh please I have to climb that wall
And from the top of it you can nearly see your face
But don’t let this ever get in your way

Repeat Chorus

I’m not going to walk on sinking sand
I’ll sail this day to higher land
and when the sun is high, and I’ll let my music say
These things will never get in your way

Repeat Chorus

. . .


Oh collector I'm so sorry
You had the notion that I was rolling
In the money no I'm sorry
But I'll pay you
No Worry

Let's Sing Softly
Let's Sing Softly
Oh so softly
Not so heavy

I've been heavy with my fortune
Like a crystal and a hammer
I'm so sorry Oh collector
I'm away now in a hurry

Let's Sing Softly
Let's Sing Softly
Oh so softly
Not so heavy

Get up all you fighters
Don't you lie here now
Oh collector you had it coming
It was that funny we were rolling
Oh collector we're so sorry
And we'll pay you
No Worry

Let's Sing Softly
Let's Sing Softly
Oh so softly
Not so heavy

. . .


Meanwhile Rome burns
Meanwhile Rome burns

Its a cultural shift its the North Atlantic Drift
Americana and a rule Britannia
And the moon yes we own that to
And where the Euphrates meets the other rivers
Is now the home of the devil and the liar
And the pyre we plan to make
Is just the drift leaving its wake, home

Meanwhile Rome burns
Meanwhile Rome burns

And the films you want to watch
And the films you want to make
And the kids like lost angels
Dressed in black sensations
And the shift won't shake
And the drift won't brake
With billions of Diamonds growing like olives
And the drift holds the coffers

Meanwhile Rome burns
Meanwhile Rome burns
Meanwhile Rome burns
Meanwhile Rome burns
Meanwhile Rome burns
Meanwhile Rome burns
Meanwhile Rome burns
Meanwhile Rome burns

. . .


Something I need from you
I really want to know
Like the way you do
I've been burned before
But not this way by you

And I need to know I can trust you... with my life
On the Golden Gate bridge
Or a fire in the night
Or the edge of the night
And I really hope I can have you... all my life
A fifty second anniversary
Of the whole of time

Something I need to know
Is any of this true
All the things they say
Or are they only cruel
But I fear only pain

And I need to know I can trust you... with my life
On the Golden Gate bridge
Or a fire in the night
Or the edge of the night
And I really hope I can have you... all my life
A fifty second anniversary
Of the whole of time

[Middle Eight]

And I need to know I can trust you... with my life
On the Golden Gate bridge
Or a fire in the night
Or the edge of the night
And I really hope I can have you... all my life
A fifty second anniversary
Of the whole of time

Something I need from you
Something I need from you
Something I need from you
Something I need from you

. . .


Time after time you told me it was the truth
Time after time you lied to me through your tooth
How can you sing when everyone writes your song
You think you pull the strings and I get strung along

Ba, ba, ba, ba

So cry, won't you cry
You should have saved it for your youth
And does it elevate the stakes
When you try to find the truth

In the real world they make real deals
And it hurts your cause and it clips your heels
And I would not hesitate
To say that I will not be here again
In the real world

Ba, ba, ba, ba

It's not my way to slap you in the face
When it seems your way to spell dis with a grace
Where are your friends they're all moving on
Why do you get paid when everyone writes your song

In the real world but you make the deals
And it hurts some more till you just can't feel
And I would not hesitate
To say that I will not be here again
Save the real world for the suits in the cells
Who only think they're free when freedom sells
And I would not hesitate
To say that I will not be here again
In the real world
In the real world

. . .


I'll take your side and I'll take you into town
And there you'll search around
You hope she must be waiting now
Found what you need don't push her too far
Don't ever let her see you down
I hope she's waiting now

It's not that she has been around too long to never try
Too Long to never try

For every corner there's a way out
And every day that you lose there's a pay out
There's a pay out

And if she cries you know it will be fine
With things now on your side don't frown
She is waiting now
But if she sings, then she's taken all you bring
To her you mean all things you Smile
She's waiting now

It's not that she has been around too long to never try
Too Long to never try

For every corner there's a way out
And every day that you lose there's a pay out
There's a pay out

But don't you think the time will come when you'll get in her way
Or she'll bring you down the same

For every corner there's a way out
And every day that you lose there's a pay out
There's a pay out

. . .


Father forgive me
But I don't care
Taking off the things they wear
In lines
She's got a family
Now they stay inside
Don't think she'll make it home tonight

And I'm on my way to the next town
And I'm on my way in a hurry and I'm on my way
My head down and down and down
And I'm on my way
Don't worry

Don't look straight at me
Get that straight
Get out and leave before the next day
He made it happen
But I digress
I believe that something must have happened

And I'm on my way to the next town
And I'm on my way in a hurry and I'm on my way
My head down and down and down
And I'm on my way
Don't worry

Take me alive take me tonight
Take me dead this time tomorrow
Take me to my place
Give me what you do
Find out the meaning of tomorrow
It will not happen
And it never can
Fe fi sit down on your pattern

And I'm on my way to the next town
And I'm on my way in a hurry and I'm on my way
My head down and down and down
And I'm on my way
Don't worry

. . .


In a second hand car you ran away with him
You did'nt get too far before he made you cry
And he beat on you, Oh he never treated you
More something on his shoe walk on by, on by

Its time, time to run away from him
A man don't act that way
And you know he'll never change

Its a way to love, knocked down and bruises too
And it's a way for him to knock down and use you
I'll send a ticket to you, I'll send the fare to you
I'll say a prayer for you, and it makes me cry, me cry

Its time, time to run away from him
A man don't act that way and you know he'll never change
It's time, time for you to come on home
But the world don't seem that way and you know it'll never change
Never change, never change

It's such a rare report, she got lost on him
I get lost in thought, hope she walks on by
I'll make the time to give, If you don't give a damn
We'll make a home and live
Without you and we can

Its time, time to run away from him
A man don't act that way and you know he'll never change
It's time, time for you to come on home
But the world don't seem that way and you know it'll never change
Never change, never change

On and On and On and On
On and On and On and On
On and On and On and On
On and On and On and On

. . .


Village Girl ain't it just the way
Grows her hair long and paints her face
Nobody calls her anyway
It's a shame

Here we go she knows it all
Writes it all down to tell us all
Nobody hears her at all
Anymore

She's been writing, she's been writing
She's been, ah she's been writing

At the fighting bar she knows the law
Ah she'll just get up and sock you on the jaw
After all she's been in love before
Nevermore

She's been writing, she's been writing
She's been, ah she's been writing

Between the stages and the sad refrains you know she sings
I'm just a dreamer scheming for the show
Between the pages I can hardly stand the pain
The changes bought to you before you had to go

Sandy Girl ain't it just the way
Grows her hair long and makes mistakes
Nobody calls her anyway
Nevermore

She's been writing, she's been writing
She's been, ah she's been writing
She's been writing, she's been writing
She's been, ah she's been writing

All the sad refrains you know
She sings them solo

. . .


I never left at all you were there before
Never let it go now I need some more
But you did confuse me you get it on, get it on
And if I had to use me I'd be there in the song

And the song goes on
Ah yeah and the song goes on

I've been by the sides
Wouldn't you agree with me

Never fought it off kept away, oh so bad
Don't like your world or the way you had
You secure your choice you're around like a voice
Never let you know you were there every word

And the word goes on
Ah yeah and the word goes on

I've been by the sides
Wouldn't you agree with me

It depends on whose doorway you walk through
To find the truth
It depends on whose doorway you walk through
To find the truth

Never left at all you were there like before
I never let it go now I need some more
Oh you did confuse me in my way on and on
If I had to use me I'd be there in the song

And the song goes on
Ah yeah and the song goes on

It depends on whose doorway you walk through
To find the truth
It depends on whose doorway you walk through
To find the truth
It depends on whose doorway you walk through
To find the truth
It depends on whose doorway you walk through
To find the truth

. . .


I don't like this anymore than you
In fact I'm scared
At the top of the stairs in the dark

Throw away all the dreams you had
Slow and broke
And just for you
You were barely there

Hey little girl where's your momma gone?
Has she left you scared
At the top of the stairs
In the dark?

It's too late for come backs
And I've been wrong before
Now I need, I need no more
Except for you, Making up the sides
It's too late for come backs
And I've been wrong before
Now I need, I need no more
Except for you, Making up the sides

Evil is when evil comes
At the top of the Stairs
At the top of the Stairs
And in the dark

The world won't listen
And it gets me scared
Standing there at the top of the stairs
In the dark

Come on baby
Let's lose this fear
And let's stand here
Where it's always fair
And never dark

. . .


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