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She'd given everything she could give
Twenty years of kindness made her sad
Kindness never made enough to live
So she sold the very last thing that she had
As she held her hand out to him
As he drove around the block
He mouthed through the window 'just hold on'
'I've held on many years now and I haven't found a lot'
Hold on, hold on to what?
Chorus:
So hold on to what? Hold on to what?
Holding on is harder when it's something you've not got
I'll need a pair of stilts if I'm to ever reach the top
So hold on! Hold on to what?
Many years of service with a smile
Up shit creek and down the Rhine
Gibraltar Rock and now the Emerald Isle
He'd shined every shoe that he could shine
And as he lay in his own blood
Screaming I've been shot'
He heard the Major whisper 'just hold on'
'I've held on all these years now, now what medal have I got?'
Hold on, hold on to what?
Chorus:
So hold on to what? Hold on to what?
Holding on is harder when it's something you've not got
I'll need a pair of stilts if I'm to ever reach the top
So hold on! Hold on to what?
Sixty years and he's looking his worst
Sitting in the park where she'd died
Running hands through his final hair
These are the words that he cried
To achieve the American dream
You need a trampoline
To achieve the counter effect
Get that whisky down your neck'
And hold on, hold on to what?
Chamberlain had his paper
Jesus had his cross
They held on
We held on to what?
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Don't know what I'm doing here
I'll carry on regardless
Got enough money for one more beer
I'll carry on regardless
Good as gold, but stupid as mud
He'll carry on regardless
They'll bleed his heart 'til there's no more blood
But carry on regardless
Carry on with laugh
Carry on with cry
Carry on with brown under moonlit sky
Chorus
I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my needs
Not in the star signs
Or the palm that she reads
I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss
Not in the next life
I want it in this
I want it in this
Got one note to last all week
I'll carry on regardless
The hill to happiness is far too steep
I'll carry on regardless
Dried his mouth in the Memphis sun
He came on regardless
Turned to smile and he bit his tongue
But carry on regardless
Carry on with work
Carry on with love
Carry on with cheering
Anything above
Chorus
I don't want silver, I just want gold
Carry on regardless
Bronze is for the sick and the old
But carry on regardless
Chorus
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Only buy this if you're lonely
Only listen if you're blue
If you are married and you are happy
This song is not to do with you
If you're listening at your work place
Feeling small amongst the men
Do not sing this to your workmates
This song is not to do with them
But if you're sitting on a barstool
Wondering what on earth to do
Don't let them tell you no-one cares
This songs one especially for you
If you are listening on your radio
Smiling while you drive along
Tune the band into another
Because this song is not your song
If you're working as a DJ
Leave this record in it's sleeve
Cause this ones not for general airplay
This song's for the day she leaves
If you've bought this and you're sinking
And I think that you know who
It matters not the mouth that's singing
This song's one especially for you
So this goes out to the lonely
So this goes out to the sad
And it goes out to the only
One you felt you ever had
If you're there in total darkness
With a letter in your hand
Do not bother with the letter
lust listen to the band
So only buy this if you're lonely
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(F. Neil)
Everybody's talking at me
I don't hear a word they're saying
Only the echoes of my mind
People stopping staring
I can't see their faces
Only the shadows of their eyes
Chorus
I'm going where the sun keeps shining
Thru' the pouring rain
Going where the weather suits my clothes
Backing off of the North East wind
Sailing on summer breeze
And skipping over the ocean like a stone
Repeat Chorus
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Line One is the time
That you, you first stayed over at mine
And we drank our first bottle of wine
And we cried
Line Two we're away
And we both, we both had nowhere to stay
Well the bus-shelter's always OK
When you're young
Now you're older and I look at your face
Every wrinkle is so easy to place
And I only write them down just in case
That you die
Let's take a look at these crows feet, just look
Sitting on the prettiest eyes
Sixty 25th of Decembers
Fifty-nine 4th of Julys
Not through the age or the failure, children
Not through the hate or despise
Take a good look at these crows feet
Sitting on the prettiest eyes
Line Three I forget
But I think, I think it was our first ever bet
And the horse we backed was short of a leg
Never mind
Line Four in a park
And the things, the things that people do in the dark
I could hear the faintest beat of your heart
Then we did
Now you're older and I look at your face
Every wrinkle is so easy to place
And I only write them down just in case
You should die
Let's take a look at these crows feet, just look
Sitting on the prettiest eyes
Sixty 25th of Decembers
Fifty-nine 4th of Julys
You can't have too many good times, children
You can't have too many lines
Take a good look at these crows feet
Sitting on the prettiest eyes
Well my eyes look like a map of the town
And my teeth are either yellow or they're brown
But you'll never hear the crack of a frown
When you are here
You'll never hear the crack
Of a frown
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The sheets won't need changing everyday
The freezer supply should last a year
Those hidden little points that you're away
Nothing much has changed since you were here
Our paths will cross some day
Our paths will cross some day
While you're out jogging and I'm sat snogging
Some fool on a lakeside bench
And when she calls I hope it's you that dials
I hope it's you that feels this love inside
And when I touch her I hope it's you that smiles
And when I die I hope it's you I'm beside
To die with her would be a worthless lie
To die with her would be a worthless die
To die together would be worth a try
To die together would be worth a try
The family pack seems larger than it should
Two for one's no good when there's just one
I'd raise a bigger smile if I could
But me minus you equals none
Our paths will cross some day
Our paths will cross some day
When you're out fishing and I'm sat wishing
You instead of him
Our paths will cross some day
Our paths will cross some day
When you're out exercising and I'm there prising
The pants of I my latest sin
And when we kiss she knows it's you I kiss
'Cause when we kiss I always start to cry
You just can't cover up these lying lips
When I die I hope it's you I'm beside
To die with her would be a worthless lie
To die with her would be a worthless die
To die together would be worth a try
To die together would be worth a try
An ambulance flashed past me in the street
Just yards from where we were to meet
I was half hoping you were dead meat
That it was you that was under the sheet
And as you lay there alone in the ward
Fumbling for the keys to death's door
At least I'd have summoned up the nerve
To whisper you these words
Finally! Quietly! Actually!
I love you!
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(Heaton / Rotheray)
Vagabonds don't fall in love
They just wheel and they deal
So if I turn a funny colour when you kiss me
I can't help the way that I feel
Hooligans don't fall in love
They just break up others lives
So when I come to you on bended knee
Don't forget my twenty other wives
So why?
Turn to a life of violence and crime?
So why?
Why do you cheat and why do you lie?
Because there's always someone with a bigger car
There's always someone with a bigger cigar
If you've been far
There's someone who's been further than your far
When you make your cart, you get to the start
There's always someone in a faster cart
There's always someone in a faster cart
There's always someone in a faster cart
Gangsters don't fall in love
They just roam from town to town
So when we kiss and we hold and we whisper
Please don't ever write it down
Hooligans don't fall in love
They just lie and they drink
So if you say I won't say 'I will'
Then I won't I think!
So why?
Turn to a life of violence and crime?
So why?
Why do you cheat and why do you lie?
Because there's always someone with a bigger car
There's always someone with a bigger cigar
If you've been far
There's always someone whos been further than your far
At last you're straight and you make a new start
There's always someone with a better heart
There's always someone with a better heart
There's always someone with a better heart
But all in all we're not so bad
We never take from our own kind
Bad's quite good when it's all you've ever had
And no bloody good sounds quite refined
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Hey church I was thinking
The Third World seems to be sinking
Can't you all get over there
And we'll have them all over here
And you can learn to catch your own food
And you can learn to build your own hut
And we'll make up the usual excuse
To keep them in the pubs till they're shut
Hey skin, I just thought
The doctrine Hitler has taught
Is still kicking off in the States
Can't you go and join with your mates
Join up with the clueless clan
Dress up in a bag and a skirt
End up looking like a jed
Meanwhile we'll have gone mad
And the hidden jukebox plays us a song
For each and everyone
For black, white, straight and the gay
Celebrate you being away
Hey Turk I was thinking
OK so l may have been drinking
You can come drink over here
And we'll fuck them off over there
Whisky for the Greek and the Turk
Gin for the Arab and the Jew
A double arsenic for Mister Le Pen
Cause it's him who soils Europe and not you
And the hidden jukebox plays us a song
Everyone should sing along
With a message that'll ring and ring
These are the words that we sing
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(Heaton / Rotheray)
There's something very English about 'forever'
'Hugs and kisses' are English too
'Forever and a day' has to be American
But 'hold me close' is me and you
'Hold me close' is me and you
So pilots do it in the air
And surfers do it wave after wave
But soon they'll be looking limp and lifeless
We'll still be at it in our grave
Chorus:
Hold me close, underground
Hold me close, underground
I'll be there, I'll wait for you
In with the old, out with the new
'Man and wife' just doesn't suit us
'Just us two' is hardly true
I couldn't care about Mr and Mrs
But 'you and I' is me and you
'You and I' is me and you
Potholers do it with the lights off
Hikers do it long and slow
I'll still be trying to get your clothes off
When I lie 6ft below
Chorus:
I'll be there, I'll wait for you
Hold me close, underground
In with the old, out with the new
Hold me close, underground
When it's turned to overbearing
You and I will still be here
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Sadness has filled a lonely place
Before that there was just a hole
At least now there's sadness on my face
My lower lip has finally found its role
So the wind and the rain and the snow
Had no particular place to go
So they thought they'd come and spend some time with me
They're better friends than you could ever be
Chorus:
There's a tattoo, a small tattoo
Waiting there unpaid for you
And if you ever bump into Unlucky
Don't forget who broke your heart in two
You better get there early, there's a million in the queue
Just waiting for the name on their tattoo
Emptiness has filled a vacant heart
Finally found a place for it to hide
And as I wander like a fool from bar to bar
Empty has become my greatest guide
And the tears and the pain and the despise
Looked at me through bankrupt eyes
They had nowhere else that they could land
So I invited them to take my bloody hand
Chorus:
So queuing for a tattoo and I can't decide the name
I've been wondering night after night
When they put that needle in me I'll scream your name in pain
And I hope he spells 'you bastard' right
B-A-S-T-A-R-D, stick that needle deep in me
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They say always use a condom, I say always use a whip
They say be careful where you come at night, I just shoot straight from the hip
When it comes to loves great fountain, I won't just take a sip
I'll swallow and I'll gulp until the fountain makes me sick
So it's me left with the baby and disease
You can't say you didn't want it on your hands and on your knees
You made me feel so special
Well you were especially good
I'm sorry that you misunderstood
These neatly folded corduroys hide rubber underneath
But the only rubber you have worn is that useless rubber sheath
I won't have what I ve got for you stolen by no thief
'Cause the safest sex I've ever had was hanging from a tree
So you've left me for another pretty face
That's not true I left you for one half the human race
Now I'm by myself
A woman who knows her place
It's not so much the chase, it's the race
They say treat her like a lady and she'll treat you like her jewels
They say cruel to be kind, I just say cruel to be cruel
They say only marry once, I say only marry fools
They wouldn't 've made the cane if you weren't meant to break the rules
Have you told them that you'll hurt them then be gone?
I've told them that I'll hurt them if that really turns them on
You left a bitter scar
I tied those ropes too tight!
I'll tie them loose for you tonight
When I told you that I loved you
I meant mini-correct
When I said I'd never leave you
I meant mini-correct
A ring around your finger, a chain around your neck
That was major correct
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'I fought hard in the Second World War'
You hear them shout
No good bragging about the Afrika Korps
It was Beadle's About
They dressed you up and took you off to World War One
Armed you and surrounded you with wire
Sat in stinking mud you sung your stupid songs
And waited till they told you when to fire
Cause the rulers always laugh
At a video bloodbath
Nothing makes them laugh
Like a video bloodbath
From the First World War to the Yom-Kippur
It was Beadle's About
The bayonets slice, the rockets roar
And he jumps out
Fond memories of the bloody bridge you failed to hold
Many of your buddies killed or maimed
You would've shot at rabbits if that's what you'd been told
Till the General said 'I'm sorry you've been framed'
Cause the rulers always laugh
At a video bloodbath
And nothing gets a laugh
Like a video bloodbath
Chorus:
Keep those entries coming
Leave those cameras running
Keep those entrails coming
Leave those soldiers gunning
Because you're sure to get a laugh
With a video bloodbath
Nothing gets a laugh
Like a video bloodbath
Here's a wacky video we got last week
A bomb catches Arthur unawares
He's lost both his arms and he can't see or speak
But thank you for that memory you shared
Cause the rulers always laugh
At a video bloodbath
And nothing gets a laugh
Like a video bloodbath
Chorus
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Your wife's got beautiful skin
Shame it's not round her body no more
It just came away in my hands
As I asked her up to dance
Just cut her out of your scrapbook
If she ever made it in
And if there's any old photos of her
You know where to find the bin
"Can't work it out"
It's what I always say
Adjourn this love into another day
If you bite off more than you can chew
Adjourn this love without a clue
Your wife's got beautiful teeth
Pity they're not in the mouth no more
They just seem to crumble and fall
As I pinned her to the wall
Just rub her out of your diary
Scratch her name off your list
And if you want to see her smiling
Take a good look at this fist
"Can't work it out"
It's what I always say
Adjourn this love into another day
If you bite off more than you can chew
Adjourn this love without a clue
You took this boy
And you showed him insanity
You said he must abide
He showed you beauty
And you showed him vanity
Can't say that I cried
"Can't work it out"
It's what I always say
Adjourn this love into another day
If you bite off more than you can chew
Adjourn this love without a clue
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(M. G. Greaves)
Frank loved the blue
Big open skies
Played an old concertina
Singing loola lullabies
Frank loved an angel
With black Spanish eyes
And a smile to remind him of heaven
Frank's been missing since Delores telephoned
Scared of his shadow he's bleached to the bone
Washed in the tears for a love that lays dying
Wings have a habit of flying
Singer and waitress he worked in saloons
Between big red sunsets big yellow moons
Tears in his eyes stones in his shoes
Howling Wolf in his blues
Frank's been missing since Delores telephoned
Scared of his shadow he's bleached to the bone
Washed in the tears for a love that lays dying
Wings have a habit of flying
Oooh tears in his eyes stones in his shoes
Howling Wolf in his blues
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(Kilvington / Greaves)
He picks up the pieces
Of long gone days
Of old fashioned people
And old fashioned ways
He picks up the pieces
Where nothing remains
And puts them away
'Til they're wanted again
One for the memory
One for the road
One man's rubbish
Is another man's gold
He likes Hank Snow
And Roy Orbison tunes
He drinks whisky all night
And he howls at the moon
He sits by the Humber
When days abate
And thinks about the things
That the world throws away
One for the memory
One for the road
One man's rubbish
Is another man's gold
I'm thinking of a girl
And the old river cries
As she's standing on the bridge
Of a barge going by
I swear she waved at me
Big ol' tears in her eyes
And they're taking the coal to Newcastle
One for the memory
One for the road
One man's rubbish
Is another man's gold
One for the memory
One for the road
One man's rubbish
Is another man's gold
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(M. Greaves)
You should be a singer
I swear it's true
No-one could make them
Cry like you
Billie Holliday would pale beside you
Cos you sure got a way with the blues
See you around, dressed to thrill
Smile for me baby
If looks could kill
I bet your boyfriends don't have a clue
That you've sure got a way with the blues
Here I am
With my souvenirs
Standing in the wreckage of eight sweet years
I bet everything in your life must be brand new
Cos you've sure got a way with the blues
You should be a singer
I swear it's true
No-one could make them cry like you
Billie Holliday, Patsy Kline too
I bet even Bessie Smith would pale beside you
Cos you've sure got a way with the blues
Oooh, with the blues
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(M. Greaves)
I work in the steel mills
Where the sun never shines
The pounding of hammers is all mine
And I've sailed this wide ocean
For money and cod
So far from my loved ones
But nearer to God
So sing a song for the working man
And I'll sing you a love song
And my name's Wild Bob Conroy
I'm a hard man of old
Now I'm a drinker
Coming in from the cold
I fought for the fighting
And I fought for a wage
And I fight for survival
Like most men my age
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(M. Greaves)
No piece of sky
For you Jimmy lad
They always blame him
They knew Jimmy was bad
His own fault entirely
To die without sound
That's how it is
One staring at the ground
And he wears his isolation
As a widow wears a shroud
They hammered him with discipline
Screaming out loud
As they did with Jesus
With hammer and with nails
Now the cell is quiet
And the moonlight is pale
No piece of sky
For you Jimmy lad
They always blame him
They knew Jimmy was bad
Tis own fault entirely
To die without sound
That's how it is
One staring at the ground
He's standing on the bedside chair
The moonlight fills his cell
No one ever peeked
In jimmy's private hell
His only friend, a makeshift rope
His only key, his only hope
His neck breaks so easily
And he doesn't make a sound
No piece of sky
For you Jimmy lad
They always blame him
They knew Jimmy was bad
His own fault entirely
To die without sound
That's how it is
One staring at the ground
His only friend, a makeshift rope
His only key, his only hope
His neck breaks so easily
And he doesn't make a sound
No piece of sky
No piece of sky
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Do not think of me alive do not think of me as dead
Get that thought right out of your head
Fifty times you told me so to satisfy
I must grow but all you did was pull or blow
If size isn't everything and I'm half his size
How come it's him who gets to keep the prize
But you fuck long and you fuck slow
But you fuck like a walrus smoking blow
I'm too ashamed to scream your name
Well I don't feel hard and I don't feel lame
Never proud and never ashamed
But this bed's too big for the both of us
If size isn't everything well I'll slap my thighs
But there won't be parting and there won't be cries
If size isn't everything then try this size
Turn off the lights and bring a torch
Oh my heart's in the right place
My heart's in the right place
My heart's in the right place
My heart's in the right place
And my heart's twice the size of his arse
So if size isn't everything then try this size
Turn off the lights and bring a torch
And if size isn't everything and I'm half his size
How come it's him who gets to keep the prize
How come it's him who gets to keep the prize
How come it's him who gets to keep the prize
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(M. Greaves)
You're so near
We could touch
You're so sad
You cry too much
You're so warm
To hold on to
We don't do
The things we want to
We can fly to the moon
So why can't I reach you?
Oh, oh why can't I reach you?
Future's bright
For me alright
I close my eyes
You saw the light
Here it's dark
And I'm so blue
Here it's cold
Wanting you
I love you
Oh, I love you so
God, give me
Some control
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(M. Greaves)
I was always told that time could heal
And change the way the broken-hearted feel
Now I know it's not true
For I'm sad and blue
And I'm sure missing her now
When she said goodbye
I was not sad enough to cry
The misery I'd known
Would end somehow
Oh, but I'm sure missing her now
I always thought the single life would soothe me
A different girl depending on my mood
But the dance floor is no place for a lonesome heart
And I'd wind up nailed to a barstool
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I once had a friend who I loved from my heart
But I went on and left her 'fore I'd made a start
Now I'm moaning the blues like the rest of the charts
Take me back
So I'll cry with a limp
Just get by on a limb
Till these blue eyes of mine they are closed
So here's to an old fashioned peck on the cheek
And farewell my sweet Northern Rose
Give me one last love song
To bring you back, bring you back
Give me one last video, just dressed in black, dressed in black
Give him a chorus and that bit at the end
Where he wails on and on 'bout the loss of a friend
Let him scream loudly 'well this love could mend'
Let it die, let it die
Those bloody great ballads we hated at first
Well I bought them all, now I'm writing worse
Save us from baldness and saving the earth
Take me back
And I'll smile with a limp
And I'll love with a limp
Till the clouds disappear from above
And as the storm moves away all I can say
Is there's a towel on the door for your love
Give me one last love song
To bring you back, bring you back
Give me one last video, just dressed in black, dressed in black
Give him a chorus and that bit at the end
Where he wails on and on 'bout the loss of a friend
Let him scream loudly 'well this love could mend'
Let it die, let it die, let it die
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I hope your new man's good for you in bed
Better than this whisky-drinking slob
A weekend in Vienna, a boat trip on the Med
I hope you've found the right man for the job.
Oh he's fine, he's just fine
He loves me just like you loved your wine
When it comes to other women, I bet he doesn't touch a drop
I think you've found the right man for the job.
CHORUS:
Here's to then, and cheers
Thanks for the friendship you've given these years
Here's to him, and cheers
He's given me some happiness where you just gave tears
He must have a big yacht
A nose in the air can't be all that he's got
A good head on his shoulders isn't everything he's got
I think I've found the right man for the job
I thank you for the toffees that you gave
And thank you for the flowers that didn't arrive
I sent you a bouquet, but I sent it to your grave
I didn't think that you were still alive
Oh he's fine, he's still fine
He likes to wine and dine and actually dine
His roses are regular, his kisses on the dot
I think I've found the right man for the job
Chorus
You'll be pleased to hear I've found a new romance
Let me introduce you to my friends
Seven gins for seven tonics begin a merry dance
We're out every night til nighttime ends
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A winning smile of gleaming teeth
W.O. on his handkerchief
He does a handstand for his fans
Have you seen those beautiful hands?
Marching to the sound of drums
Look at the guitar he strums
He's the man with the golden gums
Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm he hums
Chorus:
Just to hear the words you speak
Just to feel your body heat
Just to see what's underneath this week
So take a look at this boy
Stand back, enjoy
Take a look at his ploy
He's cool, he's coy
They go higher, higher
'Til they set themselves on fire
They go higher, higher
'Til they set the neighbourhood on fire
In baggy underpants and vest
He makes a move toward his guest
Round and round and up the spire
Loving like a tumble dryer
Just to see him undressed
Put his manhood to the test
I suppose I could have guessed
Repeat chorus
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Perhaps it was the holiday we spent abroad last year
It could have been the wine we drank last night
Possibly the palace needs a second coat of paint
But that doesn't condone setting it alight
Why does the butler look so smug?
And the gardener, well he looks even worse
He's sent me every flower that he's dug
And have you ever seen a chauffeur drive a hearse
You're only jealous, Ah Ah
You're only jealous, Ah Ah
You're only jealous, Ah Ah
You're only jealous, Ah Ah
Perhaps it is the quantity of acres that we own
It could be their allotment's only small
Maybe we should reconsider giving them a wage
But a taste of money is worse that none at all
The parlourmaid's a deadly quiet lass
Never really comes out of her shell
But every time I talk to her, she offers me a glass
Of a drink that she never drinks herself
You're only jealous
Stir it up
Of the company I keep and the stars you never meet
Of the caviar they eat whilst you're chewing at your wheat
Of the hours that they sleep whilst you're sweating in the heat
Of the masses at their feet and the tongue between their cheek
Think of stronger than the weak
Think of vulture and its beak
Think of oil, think of sheikh, think of lord and comfy seat
Think of admiral and fleet, think of public school elite
Think of leaders and their sheep
Think of butchers and their meat
Think of leaders and their sheep
Think of butchers and their meat
Think of leaders and their sheep
Think of butchers and their meat
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(F. Andree / W. Schundt / G. Khan )
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper I love you
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me
Say nighty-night and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me
While I'm alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me
Stars fading, but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
I'm longing to linger till dawn dear
Just saying this
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave our worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me
Stars fading, but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
I'm longing to linger till dawn dear
Just saying this
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave our worries far behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams - our worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me
Sweet dreams
Sweet dreams
Sweet dreams
Sweet dreams
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(F. Andree / W. Schundt / G. Khan )
(Adaptation by Brice Homs / Kurin Ternoutzeff)
Ce souvenir je te le rends.
Des souvenirs, tu sais j'en ai tellement.
Puisqu'on reva de jours errants.
Pas la peine de changer trop...
Ce souvenir je te le prends.
Des souvenirs, comme ca j'en ai tout le temps.
Si par erreur la vie nous separe,
J'le sortirai d'mon tiroir.
J'reve les yeux ouverts.
Ca m'fait du bien.
Ca ne va pas plus loin.
J'vais pas voir derriere
Puisque j'aime bien.
Vivement demain.
Un dernier verre de sherry.
Du sherry mon amant quand je m'ennuie.
Tous les jours se ressemblent a present.
Tu me manques terriblement...
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Is it Cologne with it's great cathedral?
Milan with it's glamour and it's pace?
London with it's river and it's bridges?
Lisbon with it's beauty and it's grace?
Funny looking buses
Climb it's pot-bellied hills
And a solitary jogger
Times the time he kills
Do you know where I'm gonna go?
None of you have guessed, so none of you can know
If you've been, that's not where I mean
It's got class and it's got excellence like you've never seen
Your town is dragging me down
Dragging me down, down, down
Your town is dragging me down
Dragging me down, down, down
Is it Dublin with it's culture and it's wit?
Madrid with it's market square?
Paris with it's bustling cafes?
Hull with it's musical flair?
Do you know where I'm gonna go?
None of you have guessed so none of you can know
If you've been, that's not where I mean
It's got class and it's got excellence like you've never seen
Your town is dragging me down
Is dragging me down, down, down
Your town is dragging me down
Is dragging me down, down, down
As I watch them drop the grain into your fish tank brain
How can you like this place when it never even rains?
Never even rains
Your town is dragging me down
Is dragging me down, down, down
Your town is dragging me down
Is dragging me down, down, down
Is dragging me down, down, down
Is dragging me down, down, down
Is dragging me down, down, down
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And I think that I wish I was virgin
And I smile and I think of you
And my first, very first entry
Clumsy and romantic
My special mix in you
Clumsy like the first step
Clumsy like the first conker off the tree
And romantic, like the wind that cuts your hair
And romantic, like the glass that holds your drink
Clumsy and romantic
My special mix in you
And I think that I wish I was young
And I smile and I think of you
And my first, very first true kiss
Defensive and so coy
Defensive like the jacket that holds your weight
Defensive like the hat that holds you hair
And coy like the first kiss, the kiss that first made you coy
And coy like the tears, the tears that made you coy
So gentle, so gentle it made you strong
It made you strong, like the first kiss
Clumsy and romantic, so gentle it made you strong
Clumsy and romantic, the kiss that made you strong
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It's been a long day in the field for us all
Catching balls and dropping balls
It's been a long life in this world
Catching hearts and dropping hearts
Like hearts were meant to bounce
Like hearts were meant to bounce
I'm sure
The wave that you just missed
Could've been the big one
The one that took you there
The sunshine fills the air
It's been a night shift of a life for us all
Gaining friends and losing friends
It's been a cleaner's sort of hours
That's why we buy our flowers
Cos when you smell of shit you love flowers
And the wind that broke your kite
Could've been the big one
To take you out of sight
Keep you snug at night
And it's hard to know just why
Why when you take shit
Should you give shit?
And the wind that broke your kite
Could've been the big one
To take you out of sight
Keep you snug at night
Keep you snug at night
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