Альбом The Bluetones

God made this glorious day and over arching sky,
For rolling in the hay and watching clouds blow by,
God made this single day for sinners everywhere,
So fill your heart with abandon,
And drink in the golden air.

We shared signs of bad design,
But have we lost the plot,
It's not the world we saw for ourselves,
But it's the only one we've got,
God made this beautiful day for sinners everywhere too,
And if your ears are burning, maybe I'm thinking of you.

They haven't written the guidebook yet,
A set of rules that really fit,
We make our own up bit by bit,
Seven levels below.

Acknowledge if you will this peaceful perfect night,
How still the day seems now that its been starved of light,
Under the moon and stars the freaks come out to play,
Whatever gets you through it, hey brother that's okay.

They haven't written the guidebook yet,
A set of rules that really fit,
We make our own up bit by bit,
Seven levels below.

God made this beautiful day for sinners everywhere,
So fill your heart with abandon,
And drink in the golden air.

They haven't written the guidebook yet,
A set of rules that really fit,
We make our own up bit by bit,
Seven levels below.

They haven't written the guidebook yet,
A set of rules that really fit,
We make our own up bit by bit,
Seven levels below.

I float in a boat on a river,
Leading a simple life,
These are the tools that I'm given,
The compass, line and knife.

One at a time the old crimes are forgotten,
Buried in lime and left there to go rotten,
One at a time the old crimes are forgotten,
Buried in lime and left there to go rotten.

Follow the stars to wherever,
Moon turn the tides away,
I sleep in the arms of forever,
Drifting out into the bay.

One at a time the old crimes are forgotten,
Buried in lime and left there to go rotten,
One at a time the old crimes are forgotten,
Buried in lime and left there in a hole.

I believe there's something good around the corner,
I received a premonition,
Coasting out towards the sea, the water's warmer,
All my dreams come to fruition.

The last of the great navigators,
They ruled with no fixed address,
Alone in the song to the siren,
And the devil make done for the rest.

One at a time the old crimes are forgotten,
Buried in lime and left there to go rotten,
One at a time the old crimes are forgotten,
Buried in lime and left there in a hole to rot away.

Baby's talking, it's what she does best.
I'll just sit and agree.
Florid insults glide out on her breath.
Mostly 'bout me.

She says âЂŒCan't you see past the mirror some times?âЂќ
âЂŒTake a look at your peers.âЂќ
âЂŒStretching out all their half-arsed ideas into half-arsed careers.âЂќ

Tiger Lily it's four in the morning.
Tiger Lily you've got to stop calling me.
Can't catch up with the hours you keep.
Tiger Lily just go back to sleep.
How d'you keep up with all that goes on?
Names and dates set me reeling.
But when you dial those numbers that tally with mine, did you notice the time?
Where did it go?

Now it's twilight outside and we talked half the night.
And what did we say?
Luck can change maybe today.

Baby's talking, it's what she does best.
I'll just sit and agree.
Contradictions glide out on her breath.
Mostly 'bout me.
And where went the time?
Now it's twilight outside and we talked half the night.
And what did we say?
Luck can change maybe today.

There's a mudslide.
It's slipping down to cover the hillside.
And you can bet it's gonna seep into your house, in through your eyes and out your dirty little mouth.

There's a mudslide.
A mile-wide brown-tide.
A bonafide mudslide.

And what's the odds that you're enjoying one right now, from the comfort of your favourite easy-couch?
And the man said âЂŒHow'm I gonna get my white shirt clean?âЂќ
âЂŒHow'm I gonna get my?âЂќ
âЂŒHow'm I gonna get my?âЂќ
âЂŒHow'm I gonna get my white shirt clean?âЂќ
âЂŒHow'm I gonna get my?âЂќ
âЂŒHow'm I gonna get by?âЂќ

There's a mudslide.
Slipping down to cover the hillside.
And you can bet it's gonna seep into your house, in through your eyes and out your dirty little mouth.

There's a mudslide.
A mile-wide brown-tide.
A bonafide mudslide.
And what's the odds that you're enjoying one right now, from the comfort of your favourite easy-couch?

The scum's gonna keep on rising.
It swallows up the sun-shining blue horizon.
And everywhere you look it's the same disguises.
The lunatics, it seems, run the whole asylum.

The scum's gonna keep on rising.
It swallows up the sun-shining blue horizon.
And everywhere you look it's the same disguises.
The lunatics, it seems, run the whole asylum.

There's a mudslide.
It's slipping down to cover the hillside.
There's a mudslide.
A mile-wide brown-tide.
A bonafide mudslide.

There's a mudslide.
Slipping down to cover the hillside.
There's a mudslide.
A mile-wide brown-tide.
A bonafide mudslide.

There's a mudslide.
Slipping down to cover the hillside.
There's a mudslide.
A mile-wide brown-tide.
A bonafide mudslide.

Take a look at this face of mine.
Take a look at this mask.
What are you looking for?
Well, you may ask.
See, I've so many secrets.
I have so many spies.
Things I can't live with no more, playing behind these eyes.

I need a station.
I need a break.
I need an oil-change.
I need something to help me along on my way.
I need something to keep me awake.

Just hit the road, I thought.
Just stab it and steer.
And so I kept riding, until I came here.
Well you know that you might be my last friend on earth.
And I have but one last request, for what it's worth.

I need a station.
I need a break.
I need an oil-change.
I need something to help me along on my way.
I need something to keep me awake.

And if you remember me in a while, that's enough.
And if you remember me and smile, that's enough.

I need a station.
I need a break.
I need an oil-change.
I need something to help me along on my way.
I need something to keep me awake

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I love your bodywork and,
Your flashy pop-up lights,
The way you hug the corners,
However fast and tight,
She comes in 16 colours,
She'll suck your money dry,
Gives shitty mileage,
But come on lets get inside.

I love your slinky spoilers,
They really speak to me,
State of the art sound system,
Leather upholstery,
She purrs just like a kitten,
She seems to throb with pride,
Gives you the feeling,
You've been taken for a ride.

Pay no attention to the signs,
No stopping any time,
Come park that chassis next to mine,
You know, I'm on a double yellow line.

I love your bodywork and,
Your flashy pop-up lights,
The way you hug the corners,
However fast and tight,
She comes in 16 colours,
She'll suck your money dry,
Gives shitty mileage,
But come on lets get inside.

Pay no attention to the sign,
No stopping any time,
Come park that chassis next to mine,
You know, I'm on a double yellow line,
Ba ba da ba ba da ba ba bah.

I like to burn some rubber,
I like to feel the steel,
I like to put my foot down,
I like to take the wheel,
She purrs just like a kitten,
She'll go that final mile,
But if she's rocking,
Don't come knocking for a while.

Pay no attention to the sign,
No stopping any time,
Come park that chassis next to mine,
You know, I'm on a double yellow line.

Can I stay at your house?
I'll sleep on the floor.
My home is a war-zone, I've no stomach for more.
You can't hold a candle to what I saw today.
More than I can handle, so I'm running away.

Home fires burn, scorching a hole through me.
And I am welcome no more.

It's the harrowing story of one man's mistakes.
And the names have been left out for the innocents' sake.
That man who would save us from the hurt the world brings, neglected to mention who would save us from him.

And those home fires burn, scorching a hole through me.
It's like the third degree.
And I am welcome no more.

Now I've no one to turn to.
I guess I'm at my wits end.
I'm beginning to learn who are really my friends.

And those home fires burn, scorching a hole through me.
And I am welcome no more.
Home fires burn, scorching a hole through me.
It's like the third degree.
And I am welcome no more.

I hear something in the basement, when I shouldn't hear a sound.
Voices speaking there in whispers.
People moving stuff around.
Now this was causing me to lose sleep.
So I thought I'd check it out.
But the dust down there was this deep, and there was no-one about.

I think I'm starting to lose what grip I had.
I think I'm starting to slide.
Beast or bride?
You decide.
Am I paranoid enough for the outside?

I told the doctor of my symptoms, and he didn't say a word.
I'm getting hives on my shoulders, and I get tired like a small bird.
And soon my friends stop coming over, 'cause I just lie there on the bedspread.
Listening to voices in the basement.
Or is that voices in my head?

I think I'm starting to lose what grip I had.
I think I'm starting to slide.
Beast or bride?
You decide.
Am I paranoid enough for the outside?

I'll catch you later, get me outta here, outta here.
I'll catch you later, get me outta here, outta here.
Yeah, I'll catch you later, get me outta here, outta here.
I'll catch you later, get me outta here, outta here.

It was a month and a day
It seems a lifetime away
When we first met in town and spent a night
We drank and we talked until the music was stopped
And the barman came and turned back on the light
We arranged again to meet and as I walked off down the street
I swear that I felt ten feet tall
Was I dizzy from the wine?
Or maybe I just missed the signs
‘Cause now you won't return my calls
I hope that one day when you're ancient
Preparing for another lonely night
You close your eyes for one last time
And you see me in my prime
The great lost love of my life

That's where we used to go.
Come rain or shine or even snow.
Even in snow.
She shed her secrets there.
She shed her clothes and skin and hair.
Her beautiful hair.

That's when I made her mine.
I carved our names in Emily's pine.
Emily's spine.

That's where we'd spend our days.
And that's where my lovely lady lays.
Come share the shade with me.
Come find some peace beneath the tree.
Our evergreen tree.

And that's when I made her mine.
I carved our names in Emily's pine.
Emily's spine.
(Okay now! Let's go!)

Somewhere a radio played a quiet mournful serenade.
She didn't make a sound, and so I lay my true love down.
There on the ground.
But when our song was done, my only precious thing was gone.
Lady be gone.
(One last time, boys!)

Goodbye baby, I'm never coming back.
I've burnt all the evidence and covered up my tracks.
Goodbye baby, I'm never coming back.
I've burnt all the evidence and covered up my tracks....