Post by sweetbrendan on May 15, 2008 7:48:24 GMT
Get It Up
Today I got the sack
Lie a little
Kiss my ass
Something will turn up soon
I’m clumsy
But I’m very cool
He doesn’t like our sound
We’re ugly and we’re very loud
He doesn’t like our sound
We’re ugly and we’re very loud
With some money we could go down town
With some money we could get it up, get it down
Can’t forget that tune
Those platform boots
And shiny shoes
Sunbeams through your dress
You’re gorgeous
With your curly hair
Get it up, get it down
Around The Bend
I was getting tired of washing dishes in a fast food restaurant
So I stole a car and crashed it through an innocent victims window
The panes of glass made me laugh for a while
The panes of glass made me laugh for a while
Don’t you worry we’re already round the bend
Don’t you worry we’re already round the bend
We’re raving stupid lunatics
The things we do will make you feel sick
On a football terrace we’re losing again they’re so bloody useless
In a broadmead subway with a cardboard sign “have you got any money”
The panes of glass made me laugh for a while
The panes of glass made me laugh for a while
The neighbours are scroungers and your mothers a “pro”
They’ve got it all wrong, well they don’t know
They can’t all afford it and it doesn’t fit
It’s like getting hit with a brick
You Make The Day Seem Longer
Hey good looking he’s bored
Your beauty only lasts till dawn
It’s easier to survive
When he buttons up his flies
Cold chips beneath her feet
The smell of lamb between his teeth
Stilettos cause the laughter
He’ll have to get the ladder
You make the days seem longer
When the days already gone
You make the days seem longer
When the days already gone
He gropes her, she can’t feel a thing
Dizzy and sick where’s the opening
He likes it when he’s drunk
Take another punch
Down plain street it’s all very plain
They’ll get drunk and do it again
He’s snoring now she’s bruised
You don’t have to be abused
Death Of A Protest Singer
He wanted to vote labour
But he reads the papers and the papers said
He’ll have to pay more
He had a funny feeling
That he didn’t like welsh breeding
“he’s the sort of bloke who’s never sure”
He’s been jobless since December
The poll tax rose his temper
Like the bombs and the IRA
But he keeps on voting tory
A never ending story
And meanwhile I’m going grey
The lies and the doubts
Are beginning to cry out
But this country wants more of the same
I Like It Here
Here she comes with her brown suede coat
More stolen videos and bent five pound notes
We burnt out cars and smashed in windows
Taking off all your clothes
I like it here, here
I like it here, right here
I like it here, right here with you
At the boulevard a glass went through the air
Took out someones eye, that always happens here
Give us a kiss, spit out your chewing gum
Shame about the bandages
But your bloody handsome
Hold your little pony tail
Chinese chips and bitten nails
Subway stench hopping over rails
Fathers wrath and mothers wails
Walking home with you
Gushing
Gush, gushing over me
lie your head, don't press, don't press
it's nothing, really nothing
you won't feel a thing
it seems that you're faking
seems that way to me, yes it does
seems that way to me
you don't really mind, you don't feel inside
you don't really mind, you don't feel inside
at all, gushing, gushing over me
you won't say a word
won't do a thing
far few sales today
shut it, shut it
your visions from closed eyes
can't you see i'm down
the summers almost gone
switch the heat right off, switch it off
i guess i've had enough
gushing over me
Electric Slam
i was going to kentucky
when the cows got slughtered
and the road got closed
ticket taker hoochie cooch
there's no soul searching
when your head turns loose
you can't get the things you want
Hallelujah electric slam
240 volts well here i am
here's my birthmark long and strong
you can't get the things when the things are wrong
Lulu's painting european death
theres no fizz in the lager
and the plane just left
insane sounds a kiss and a twirl
20 nudes disc out of this world
you can't get the things when the things are wrong
move over lady it's not your scene
the house looks cheesy and the bed's not clean
stumbles around, baby i'm gone
whistle now you old blues song
let the dust settle in your throat
another year crazy another fear chocked
a jim jam a jim jam joe
here i am there i go
you can't get the things when the things are wrong
you can't get the things when the things are wrong
no, no no
La
La la la la la
Jukebox Junk
i have seen youth's empty gaze
her hesitations, blistering waves
junkhead statues made of paper paste
i have seen youth's empty gaze
they're garrulous, they vomit
they should steal for a kiss
but they're passionless prophets of whatevers hip
and the'ye dragging you, dragging you,
dragging you, dragging you down
i was told there's nothing left to hold
i was told there's nothing left to hold
the jukebox is full up
the coins won't go in
and no one's expected to sing
no one's expected to sing
i once knew a girl with fire engine red hair
her brothers were bootboys
her father a ted
they never had much money
beacuse they never had much work
but their life exploded from their limbs and their words
the old man was a communist
he knew everything and he told me this
"it's all very simple there's no silvery skies
but you can walk on fire if you try,
walk on fore if you try"
I was told theres nothing left to hold......
He Likes To Be With You
why don't we go out today
take a long walk and buy the groceries
no he likes to be with you
go out for a drink with your mates
watch football, please come home late
no he likes to be with you
take a holiday, get out of your hair
get out of this room, don't come back soon
no he likes to be with you
if you're home he gets the shakes
cries like a baby and breaks the plates
no he likes to be with you
he says he'd feel much better
if they were both stuck together
he likes to be with you
Closer
i cannot speak i'm very drunk
brian wilson said last night
these tattoos on my backside
are for you to see
tie me up and tie me down
surfer girl i get around
your teeth are crooked
but your skins so brown
just a little closer see what i can see
just a little close see if you see me
dennis has a silver gun
hangs it from his hip then draws
trigger happy daylight misery
a heaving moaning hopeless wreck
sequined eyelids bathed in sweat
in the drawer there is some metal
and some wire
Always On A Sunday
the chemist is closed
no chance of getting a cure for her cold
the heating bill hasn't been paid
more ham and cheese stolen from sainsburys
deeply reluctant to talk about it
life consists of silences
always on a sunday
always on a sunday
the writing's in the sky
it's like this till we die
puts his hand up her jumper
"don't do that, no i haven't got a lover"
"get me something to read"
she's feeling ill again so he watches tv
seven years of beer and doubt
signing on the dole
always on a sunday
always on a sunday
the writing's in the sky
it's like this till we die
she says she's right, he doesn't think so
she says she's right, he doesn't think so
when's lincoln's birthday?
Electric Slam No 6
electric slam
i was going to kentucky
when the road got closed
electric slam
240 volts here i am
wig
electric slam
Today I got the sack
Lie a little
Kiss my ass
Something will turn up soon
I’m clumsy
But I’m very cool
He doesn’t like our sound
We’re ugly and we’re very loud
He doesn’t like our sound
We’re ugly and we’re very loud
With some money we could go down town
With some money we could get it up, get it down
Can’t forget that tune
Those platform boots
And shiny shoes
Sunbeams through your dress
You’re gorgeous
With your curly hair
Get it up, get it down
Around The Bend
I was getting tired of washing dishes in a fast food restaurant
So I stole a car and crashed it through an innocent victims window
The panes of glass made me laugh for a while
The panes of glass made me laugh for a while
Don’t you worry we’re already round the bend
Don’t you worry we’re already round the bend
We’re raving stupid lunatics
The things we do will make you feel sick
On a football terrace we’re losing again they’re so bloody useless
In a broadmead subway with a cardboard sign “have you got any money”
The panes of glass made me laugh for a while
The panes of glass made me laugh for a while
The neighbours are scroungers and your mothers a “pro”
They’ve got it all wrong, well they don’t know
They can’t all afford it and it doesn’t fit
It’s like getting hit with a brick
You Make The Day Seem Longer
Hey good looking he’s bored
Your beauty only lasts till dawn
It’s easier to survive
When he buttons up his flies
Cold chips beneath her feet
The smell of lamb between his teeth
Stilettos cause the laughter
He’ll have to get the ladder
You make the days seem longer
When the days already gone
You make the days seem longer
When the days already gone
He gropes her, she can’t feel a thing
Dizzy and sick where’s the opening
He likes it when he’s drunk
Take another punch
Down plain street it’s all very plain
They’ll get drunk and do it again
He’s snoring now she’s bruised
You don’t have to be abused
Death Of A Protest Singer
He wanted to vote labour
But he reads the papers and the papers said
He’ll have to pay more
He had a funny feeling
That he didn’t like welsh breeding
“he’s the sort of bloke who’s never sure”
He’s been jobless since December
The poll tax rose his temper
Like the bombs and the IRA
But he keeps on voting tory
A never ending story
And meanwhile I’m going grey
The lies and the doubts
Are beginning to cry out
But this country wants more of the same
I Like It Here
Here she comes with her brown suede coat
More stolen videos and bent five pound notes
We burnt out cars and smashed in windows
Taking off all your clothes
I like it here, here
I like it here, right here
I like it here, right here with you
At the boulevard a glass went through the air
Took out someones eye, that always happens here
Give us a kiss, spit out your chewing gum
Shame about the bandages
But your bloody handsome
Hold your little pony tail
Chinese chips and bitten nails
Subway stench hopping over rails
Fathers wrath and mothers wails
Walking home with you
Gushing
Gush, gushing over me
lie your head, don't press, don't press
it's nothing, really nothing
you won't feel a thing
it seems that you're faking
seems that way to me, yes it does
seems that way to me
you don't really mind, you don't feel inside
you don't really mind, you don't feel inside
at all, gushing, gushing over me
you won't say a word
won't do a thing
far few sales today
shut it, shut it
your visions from closed eyes
can't you see i'm down
the summers almost gone
switch the heat right off, switch it off
i guess i've had enough
gushing over me
Electric Slam
i was going to kentucky
when the cows got slughtered
and the road got closed
ticket taker hoochie cooch
there's no soul searching
when your head turns loose
you can't get the things you want
Hallelujah electric slam
240 volts well here i am
here's my birthmark long and strong
you can't get the things when the things are wrong
Lulu's painting european death
theres no fizz in the lager
and the plane just left
insane sounds a kiss and a twirl
20 nudes disc out of this world
you can't get the things when the things are wrong
move over lady it's not your scene
the house looks cheesy and the bed's not clean
stumbles around, baby i'm gone
whistle now you old blues song
let the dust settle in your throat
another year crazy another fear chocked
a jim jam a jim jam joe
here i am there i go
you can't get the things when the things are wrong
you can't get the things when the things are wrong
no, no no
La
La la la la la
Jukebox Junk
i have seen youth's empty gaze
her hesitations, blistering waves
junkhead statues made of paper paste
i have seen youth's empty gaze
they're garrulous, they vomit
they should steal for a kiss
but they're passionless prophets of whatevers hip
and the'ye dragging you, dragging you,
dragging you, dragging you down
i was told there's nothing left to hold
i was told there's nothing left to hold
the jukebox is full up
the coins won't go in
and no one's expected to sing
no one's expected to sing
i once knew a girl with fire engine red hair
her brothers were bootboys
her father a ted
they never had much money
beacuse they never had much work
but their life exploded from their limbs and their words
the old man was a communist
he knew everything and he told me this
"it's all very simple there's no silvery skies
but you can walk on fire if you try,
walk on fore if you try"
I was told theres nothing left to hold......
He Likes To Be With You
why don't we go out today
take a long walk and buy the groceries
no he likes to be with you
go out for a drink with your mates
watch football, please come home late
no he likes to be with you
take a holiday, get out of your hair
get out of this room, don't come back soon
no he likes to be with you
if you're home he gets the shakes
cries like a baby and breaks the plates
no he likes to be with you
he says he'd feel much better
if they were both stuck together
he likes to be with you
Closer
i cannot speak i'm very drunk
brian wilson said last night
these tattoos on my backside
are for you to see
tie me up and tie me down
surfer girl i get around
your teeth are crooked
but your skins so brown
just a little closer see what i can see
just a little close see if you see me
dennis has a silver gun
hangs it from his hip then draws
trigger happy daylight misery
a heaving moaning hopeless wreck
sequined eyelids bathed in sweat
in the drawer there is some metal
and some wire
Always On A Sunday
the chemist is closed
no chance of getting a cure for her cold
the heating bill hasn't been paid
more ham and cheese stolen from sainsburys
deeply reluctant to talk about it
life consists of silences
always on a sunday
always on a sunday
the writing's in the sky
it's like this till we die
puts his hand up her jumper
"don't do that, no i haven't got a lover"
"get me something to read"
she's feeling ill again so he watches tv
seven years of beer and doubt
signing on the dole
always on a sunday
always on a sunday
the writing's in the sky
it's like this till we die
she says she's right, he doesn't think so
she says she's right, he doesn't think so
when's lincoln's birthday?
Electric Slam No 6
electric slam
i was going to kentucky
when the road got closed
electric slam
240 volts here i am
wig
electric slam