We’re going out, we’re buying beer, until the bartender won’t let us anymore
We’ll sleep on the floor, but we’ll look up, we’ll look up
Then we’ll go out and find a job so our landlord doesn’t nail us to the door, and look under the floor... We'll look up, just look up...
When there's no-one left to impress... When the girl's gone home... All you wanna do is roam...
I’ll come to you, so don’t you move, I don’t want you to come back from the beach, to keep me company
I’ll just look out, I’ll look out.
Through the week, the news I read, gets bad and badder still, the more I make it up, I get more and more stuck,
I’ll just look out, I’ll look out.
When there's no-one left to impress... When the girl's gone home... All you wanna do is roam...
I write a word on a line, then I fold and fold and fold until it fits, in the creases of your lips, looking out, looking out
I’ll take a shower or a bath or maybe shower and then bath then shower, bath
Behind protective glass…
Looking out, looking out…
Showing posts with label lyrics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lyrics. Show all posts
Friday, 5 September 2008
Lyrics: Nothing's Gonna Be The Same Again
In a world that’s so full of hate
When I smile, it hurts my face
In a time when time is short
Its reassuring just to know you’re there at all
In a place where we wave with guns
And we trade our friends for gum
Its hard to imagine the bond that we used to have
Its reassuring just to know you’re there at all
Its like nothing’s gonna be
Nothing’s gonna be
Nothing’s gonna be the same again.
Though I run in a human race.
No-one looks at my DNA.
Though you stare with a pair of empty eyes
Its reassuring just to know you’re there at all
Its like nothing’s gonna be
Nothing’s gonna be
Nothing’s gonna be the same again.
Its like nothing’s gonna be
Nothing’s gonna be
Nothing’s gonna be the same again.
Though we’ve lost our Mother Teresa
We’ve doctors and others who think they’re about to save her
Though I laugh, you don’t laugh back
Its reassuring just to know that you could.
When I smile, it hurts my face
In a time when time is short
Its reassuring just to know you’re there at all
In a place where we wave with guns
And we trade our friends for gum
Its hard to imagine the bond that we used to have
Its reassuring just to know you’re there at all
Its like nothing’s gonna be
Nothing’s gonna be
Nothing’s gonna be the same again.
Though I run in a human race.
No-one looks at my DNA.
Though you stare with a pair of empty eyes
Its reassuring just to know you’re there at all
Its like nothing’s gonna be
Nothing’s gonna be
Nothing’s gonna be the same again.
Its like nothing’s gonna be
Nothing’s gonna be
Nothing’s gonna be the same again.
Though we’ve lost our Mother Teresa
We’ve doctors and others who think they’re about to save her
Though I laugh, you don’t laugh back
Its reassuring just to know that you could.
Lyrics: Happy
All my lonely days are gone
My nights are filled with scorn, but I'm happy.
This summer we're at war,
We don't know where we are, but we're happy.
All the people in my bed,
A couple in my head make me happy.
We're going down the coast
To settle up a grudge and be happy.
Ah help me,
I've had a bad night,
And I don't feel beautiful,
Like you made me feel,
But that was long ago...
If I could lose some weight,
That would make my day, I'd be happy.
But there's biscuits in my loo,
The bears are two-by-two and they're happy.
There's biscuits in my mouth,
The bears are flying south and they're happy,
But there's beer inside the fridge,
Let's make each other rich and be happy.
Ah help me,
I've had a bad night,
And I don't feel beautiful,
Like you made me feel,
But that was long ago...
My nights are filled with scorn, but I'm happy.
This summer we're at war,
We don't know where we are, but we're happy.
All the people in my bed,
A couple in my head make me happy.
We're going down the coast
To settle up a grudge and be happy.
Ah help me,
I've had a bad night,
And I don't feel beautiful,
Like you made me feel,
But that was long ago...
If I could lose some weight,
That would make my day, I'd be happy.
But there's biscuits in my loo,
The bears are two-by-two and they're happy.
There's biscuits in my mouth,
The bears are flying south and they're happy,
But there's beer inside the fridge,
Let's make each other rich and be happy.
Ah help me,
I've had a bad night,
And I don't feel beautiful,
Like you made me feel,
But that was long ago...
Thursday, 13 September 2007
Lyrics: Beyonce Redux
Smith/Beyonce/Eriksen/Hermansen/Lind/Bjorklund/Cheshire
To the left, to the left x2
There’s a queue there, not the letter, but when people stand together
To the left, to the left x2
There’s a guy with X-ray vision, he can see through television
He comments to his wife, who’s not wearing knickers
Who am I to judge, it seems to work for them…
You must not CHORUS
I’ve even seen some people you wouldn’t see in cyclopedias
They’re the things that, if you listen, tell you more than what words mean…
I saw a young man, with a tired heart, with all his stories torn apart
He just sat down, when that happened, took a page out, and started again…
All his bookshelves were, filled up with picture books, and he couldn’t drag, a thousand words from them…
You must not CHORUS
There’s a big sky, and a paper mountain, an Achilles courtyard fountain
There’s a moon, in june… When you run dry, just drink again…
What were the words I said, when I was writing this,
Thing for beyonce, that I knew they’d change…
You must not know about me, you must not know about me… Beyonce…
If I had worn a dress, and I had changed my sex,
Would I still be… Would I still be… To the left…
To the left, to the left x2
There’s a queue there, not the letter, but when people stand together
To the left, to the left x2
There’s a guy with X-ray vision, he can see through television
He comments to his wife, who’s not wearing knickers
Who am I to judge, it seems to work for them…
You must not CHORUS
I’ve even seen some people you wouldn’t see in cyclopedias
They’re the things that, if you listen, tell you more than what words mean…
I saw a young man, with a tired heart, with all his stories torn apart
He just sat down, when that happened, took a page out, and started again…
All his bookshelves were, filled up with picture books, and he couldn’t drag, a thousand words from them…
You must not CHORUS
There’s a big sky, and a paper mountain, an Achilles courtyard fountain
There’s a moon, in june… When you run dry, just drink again…
What were the words I said, when I was writing this,
Thing for beyonce, that I knew they’d change…
You must not know about me, you must not know about me… Beyonce…
If I had worn a dress, and I had changed my sex,
Would I still be… Would I still be… To the left…
Lyrics: Mickey (Mouse)
Chapman/Chinn/Cheshire
I’m ashamed to show you round, cause you look just like a mouse
But I can hardly shut my mouth, cause you’ve stunk up my house
You hear everything I sing, cause your ears are really big
When you make a squeak, and I think that you speak,
Oh, mickey, it’s a pity, you don’t understand,
You take me by the heart, and you take me by the hand
Oh, mickey, you’re so pretty, can’t you understand,
Its mice like you, mickey,
Ooh what you do, mickey, mouse mickey, smell up my house, mickey…
Ooh, look over here, while I feed him beer,
To loosen up his claws, and loosen up his jaws…
I keep him in a cage, till he can say my name
He’s no good to me, without fluency…
Ooh, look over there, there’s a little chair,
If I could make him sit, I could do anything…
If he sleeps inside my sock, he gets an electric shock
I don’t know what I’d do, if he shat inside my shoe…
I’m ashamed to show you round, cause you look just like a mouse
But I can hardly shut my mouth, cause you’ve stunk up my house
You hear everything I sing, cause your ears are really big
When you make a squeak, and I think that you speak,
Oh, mickey, it’s a pity, you don’t understand,
You take me by the heart, and you take me by the hand
Oh, mickey, you’re so pretty, can’t you understand,
Its mice like you, mickey,
Ooh what you do, mickey, mouse mickey, smell up my house, mickey…
Ooh, look over here, while I feed him beer,
To loosen up his claws, and loosen up his jaws…
I keep him in a cage, till he can say my name
He’s no good to me, without fluency…
Ooh, look over there, there’s a little chair,
If I could make him sit, I could do anything…
If he sleeps inside my sock, he gets an electric shock
I don’t know what I’d do, if he shat inside my shoe…
Lyrics: Heaven
I went to heaven
It was okay but I thought it would be better
There were no angels
Everyone was queuing up orderly to pay their
Taxes in the rain, cause they didn’t care
Why? Cause nothing matters once you’re in heaven…
I felt a bit dirty
Being a round so much cleanness and perfection
I tried an exper’ment
I spat in some eyes but saliva there tastes like
Perfume and it stings
But no-one seemed to care
Why? Cause nothing matters once you’re in heaven…
Well, I was in heaven,
I tried to hum but my mum said it was forbidden
They let me audition
And I went (audition noises)
No-one seemed to hear,
Unless you’re in the choir,
Can something else maybe matter if you’re in heaven…
I went to heaven
But I never thought my report would be forgotten
I went to heaven, it was okay but I wouldn't go back if you
Shot me with a gun, until I got things done...
Why? Cause nothing matters, if you're in heaven.
It was okay but I thought it would be better
There were no angels
Everyone was queuing up orderly to pay their
Taxes in the rain, cause they didn’t care
Why? Cause nothing matters once you’re in heaven…
I felt a bit dirty
Being a round so much cleanness and perfection
I tried an exper’ment
I spat in some eyes but saliva there tastes like
Perfume and it stings
But no-one seemed to care
Why? Cause nothing matters once you’re in heaven…
Well, I was in heaven,
I tried to hum but my mum said it was forbidden
They let me audition
And I went (audition noises)
No-one seemed to hear,
Unless you’re in the choir,
Can something else maybe matter if you’re in heaven…
I went to heaven
But I never thought my report would be forgotten
I went to heaven, it was okay but I wouldn't go back if you
Shot me with a gun, until I got things done...
Why? Cause nothing matters, if you're in heaven.
Lyrics: People I Knew When I Was Four
My mamma told me to read a lot
She never told me my eyes would go
Daddy told me chicks were great
He never told me they’d make me ache
I stand in awe of
The people I knew when I was four
They told me I’d grow to be a big boy
Now I’m grown, but not tall, so what for?
One of my grandpa’s is a troglodyte
The other’s scared of reality
One of my grandma’d kiss me if I was sick
The other’d say get away quick
I stand in awe - of
The people I knew when I was - four
They told me I’d grow to be a big – boy
Now I’m grown, but not tall, so what for?
One of my uncles said I’d had my best age
And the other said I’d just have to wait
Then a wise man said stay at home
But the other said you’ll have to roam
And I stand in awe - of
The people I knew when I was - four
They told me I’d grow to be a big – boy
Now I’m grown, but not tall, so what for?
The other day I was caught by the cops
Driving my family in a getaway car
He just asked me where was I heading
In a car full of people like me
So I told him...
I stand in awe - of
The people I knew when I was - four
They told me I’d grow to be a big – boy
Now I’m grown, but not tall, so what for?
Lyrics: The Day You Left Me
I laughed since the day you left me
I laughed when you said goodbye
Its quieter now, without your talk
I talk to myself, and get more sense than I ever did from you
2. I laughed since the day you left me
But I cried when you dropped back in
I’ve changed the locks, a day too late
Now you’ve burrowed in, and you’re leeching off of my philanthropy
3. I laughed since the day you left me
But I swore all the time when you returned
I’m going out, and coming back,
When I come back… You won’t be here, you won’t he here still…
(Will you?)
4. I laughed since the day you left me
Cause I could pick my nose and fart without a fuss
But you fucked that up, didja know, I liked life better when you were on the road.
5. I laughed since the day you left again
Though I kissed your fucken ass while you were here
I’d like to see you find me now
Cause I’ve sold the house to a gang of bikers with hunting licenses
6. I laughed till they laid you down
Cause in the end I guess I’d had some fun
That’s the main thing, ain’t it, dear
Hope this finds you well or down a well.
7.6.07
I laughed when you said goodbye
Its quieter now, without your talk
I talk to myself, and get more sense than I ever did from you
2. I laughed since the day you left me
But I cried when you dropped back in
I’ve changed the locks, a day too late
Now you’ve burrowed in, and you’re leeching off of my philanthropy
3. I laughed since the day you left me
But I swore all the time when you returned
I’m going out, and coming back,
When I come back… You won’t be here, you won’t he here still…
(Will you?)
4. I laughed since the day you left me
Cause I could pick my nose and fart without a fuss
But you fucked that up, didja know, I liked life better when you were on the road.
5. I laughed since the day you left again
Though I kissed your fucken ass while you were here
I’d like to see you find me now
Cause I’ve sold the house to a gang of bikers with hunting licenses
6. I laughed till they laid you down
Cause in the end I guess I’d had some fun
That’s the main thing, ain’t it, dear
Hope this finds you well or down a well.
7.6.07
Sunday, 18 February 2007
Lyrics: Take Me To Your Planet
I used to know you well, now I don't even figure
In your master plan, for the future of the race, wo, wo, wo.
Your space-ship leaves today, for your alien planet
Two examples of perfection, plus me in the baggage cabin, wo, wo, wo.
CHORUS:
I plan to make you take me with you
I'd hijack a personality if I had to...
In preparation, for the breeding zoo...
Please, please, cldnt i come along,
As an example of what went wrong,
I'll just quickly grab my jacket,
then take me to your planet...
I might look like a freak, but my DNA is beautiful
like my personality, I keep it on the inside, wo wo wo.
I might have an extra toe or so, amputated by a war
from a slight case of incest, in my ancestry wo wo wo.
CHORUS
Probably expected something else; Me i'm not set on myself,
Performing all my life, I'll play any part you like, wo wo wo.
Dont say i'm on the short side, you might get knifed in your backside
Unless you've got an eye there, dont walk by here, wo, wo, wo.
CHORUS
I watched you fly in the sky; To a world where there's no rain
Without saying goodbye; you left me to decay, wo wo wo.
Now that I've lost my place, In the perfect human race
I don't even feel I belong, Inside this little song...
CHORUS
In your master plan, for the future of the race, wo, wo, wo.
Your space-ship leaves today, for your alien planet
Two examples of perfection, plus me in the baggage cabin, wo, wo, wo.
CHORUS:
I plan to make you take me with you
I'd hijack a personality if I had to...
In preparation, for the breeding zoo...
Please, please, cldnt i come along,
As an example of what went wrong,
I'll just quickly grab my jacket,
then take me to your planet...
I might look like a freak, but my DNA is beautiful
like my personality, I keep it on the inside, wo wo wo.
I might have an extra toe or so, amputated by a war
from a slight case of incest, in my ancestry wo wo wo.
CHORUS
Probably expected something else; Me i'm not set on myself,
Performing all my life, I'll play any part you like, wo wo wo.
Dont say i'm on the short side, you might get knifed in your backside
Unless you've got an eye there, dont walk by here, wo, wo, wo.
CHORUS
I watched you fly in the sky; To a world where there's no rain
Without saying goodbye; you left me to decay, wo wo wo.
Now that I've lost my place, In the perfect human race
I don't even feel I belong, Inside this little song...
CHORUS
Saturday, 17 February 2007
Lyrics: 'Love Song At The End Of A Rope'
Introduction by the Author
FIRST LINE'S A REFERENCE TO THE FAMOUS GETTYSBURG ADDRESS... THIS SONG IS AN EXAMPLE OF HOW I'M EQUALLY AS SERIOUS AS I AM NOT... SERIOUS. ITS SUNG BY A MAN HANGING BY THE NECK, IN THE SECOND WHEN WORD SAYS 'YOUR LIFE FLASHES BEFORE YOUR EYES'... ONLY I DIDN'T USE THAT CLICHE, I WROTE THIS INSTEAD:
Love Song At The End Of A Rope
Four score and heartache ago
Butchered and bargained to know
The length and the love of my life
Trees have hands and they’re coming alive!
And now I’m going black and blue
And I'm not fit to see you.
I would give a thumbs up
But my thumb's falling off
Oh it hangs from a thread
Tenuous at best
I lie asleep on the rack
There's bodies asleep on my back...
Coins in the hollows...
Light in the gutter..
Now I’m going black and blue,
And I’m not fit to see you...
And so pull off my arms
If you’re strong enough
String me up, baby
I’m in nature & I’m in love...
Squeeze out my eyes
And make me surprised
Eat me for lunch
I am nature and I’m in love...
I numbered among your dead
Shouldered up above your head
A victim of a shady past
And a flag at half-mast
And now I’m black and blue
And I’m not fit to see you
So bring me a quill
Bring me a sheet
What do I own
I can bequeath
Lay me a bed
Leave me in peace
Return me to nature
Return me and leave...
FIRST LINE'S A REFERENCE TO THE FAMOUS GETTYSBURG ADDRESS... THIS SONG IS AN EXAMPLE OF HOW I'M EQUALLY AS SERIOUS AS I AM NOT... SERIOUS. ITS SUNG BY A MAN HANGING BY THE NECK, IN THE SECOND WHEN WORD SAYS 'YOUR LIFE FLASHES BEFORE YOUR EYES'... ONLY I DIDN'T USE THAT CLICHE, I WROTE THIS INSTEAD:
Love Song At The End Of A Rope
Four score and heartache ago
Butchered and bargained to know
The length and the love of my life
Trees have hands and they’re coming alive!
And now I’m going black and blue
And I'm not fit to see you.
I would give a thumbs up
But my thumb's falling off
Oh it hangs from a thread
Tenuous at best
I lie asleep on the rack
There's bodies asleep on my back...
Coins in the hollows...
Light in the gutter..
Now I’m going black and blue,
And I’m not fit to see you...
And so pull off my arms
If you’re strong enough
String me up, baby
I’m in nature & I’m in love...
Squeeze out my eyes
And make me surprised
Eat me for lunch
I am nature and I’m in love...
I numbered among your dead
Shouldered up above your head
A victim of a shady past
And a flag at half-mast
And now I’m black and blue
And I’m not fit to see you
So bring me a quill
Bring me a sheet
What do I own
I can bequeath
Lay me a bed
Leave me in peace
Return me to nature
Return me and leave...
Lyrics: Sinner & The Saint
Introduction by the Author
With a title inspired (read: stolen) from a Charlie Mingus jazz album (the late Mingus had the kind of personal life that led him to dedicate the "Black Sinner" album to his psychiatrist... and his jazz shouldn't be identified with any other generic label other than "craz-y". This is a simple -song, probably, because I fear its irony is either not detectable or not detectable enough - but that's the basis of a recurring nightmare I have where I'm trapped in a vicious circle where no-one can understand me, and my feet are hands, and... Well, I shan't go on.
Anyway, the narrator of this song is a man of god... And he don't take too kindly to unclean women... That's about the depth of it. I've posted this in case my band and their fans are interested in knowing the actual lyrical content which is most likely (going on every other gig I've ever been to) incoherent owing to a certain quantity of white noise being produced by drums/sound guy incompetence/room space/life...
So if these lyrics are disappointing, they should at least give that satisfaction of "ah, that's what the fuck he was saying"...
Sinner & The Saint
Rolling her words
With permission from her
Understanding is more
Than I like to offer
She lies around
On her back on the ground
She’s given up
On washing it off
Send a lease/Alise
To be sure...
To the sinner
A whore with a heart of gold...
On the tongue of a saint
Here lies her name
She should like to be said
By sterilized lips
But where is my mind
Thinking of her
Up in my tower where
Everything’s pure
CHORUS
ROCKOUT
With a title inspired (read: stolen) from a Charlie Mingus jazz album (the late Mingus had the kind of personal life that led him to dedicate the "Black Sinner" album to his psychiatrist... and his jazz shouldn't be identified with any other generic label other than "craz-y". This is a simple -song, probably, because I fear its irony is either not detectable or not detectable enough - but that's the basis of a recurring nightmare I have where I'm trapped in a vicious circle where no-one can understand me, and my feet are hands, and... Well, I shan't go on.
Anyway, the narrator of this song is a man of god... And he don't take too kindly to unclean women... That's about the depth of it. I've posted this in case my band and their fans are interested in knowing the actual lyrical content which is most likely (going on every other gig I've ever been to) incoherent owing to a certain quantity of white noise being produced by drums/sound guy incompetence/room space/life...
So if these lyrics are disappointing, they should at least give that satisfaction of "ah, that's what the fuck he was saying"...
Sinner & The Saint
Rolling her words
With permission from her
Understanding is more
Than I like to offer
She lies around
On her back on the ground
She’s given up
On washing it off
Send a lease/Alise
To be sure...
To the sinner
A whore with a heart of gold...
On the tongue of a saint
Here lies her name
She should like to be said
By sterilized lips
But where is my mind
Thinking of her
Up in my tower where
Everything’s pure
CHORUS
ROCKOUT
Lyrics: 'Reasonable Guy'
Introduction by the Author
The following lyric is a good sample of my approach to songwriting. I was very influenced by a subject I did in my MA on the way the wave of singer/songwriters in the 70's were able to play with their own identity as the "I" in their songs. This is a thing I love doing in my songwriting, but I think I run into the same problem Randy Newman does (see Short People). After one of my gigs this old barfly was getting enthusiastic, as they do, about classic artists... You know the kind, real authentic genuine artists... Unlike the one he'd just been witness to before he started hounding me about Paul Simon (who I love, incidentally. If you don't like him, you might be swayed by the (dickily titled) pre-moustache album There Goes Rhymin' Simon, which, though it doesn't contain the jingoistic cultural imperialism of his more famous solo work (see Graceland for African music and Paul Simon for reggae), Rhymin' Simon contains such maturity and beauty its an album to take with you, for as long as you both shall live.
Reasonable Guy
(20.5.06 )
I don’t mean to entertain you
Its a happy accident
I mean to shout and spit
And run very fast in quiet places
I’ve kicked so many asses
My legs are different lengths
I’ve loaned my character out so much
I introduced myself to him
I’ve leaned out over ledges
And trusted way too much
Don't I deserve
As much?
CHORUS:
Why, I’m a reasonable guy
Except that one time I told you to die
But hey! People can change
I swear I’ll never swear at you again
I’ll be clever at least twice
Then shut the hell up
I’ll trust my instincts only once
Then trust everyone else
I’ll say only six unique things
The rest’ll be a mess
I’ll go on a genius binge
Then take an IQ test
I wouldn’t say I’m dangerous
My head is full of bread
I eat glass for breakfast
And clean my teeth with lead
Still, I’m a likeable guy,
Except that one time I told you to die
But hey! People can change
I swear I’ll never swear at you again
My bedroom is a maze
Full of things I hate
I waste half my life each on
Collecting and navigating
I go loud unexpectedly
Go quiet when I’m mad
Even I wouldn’t trust me
To sound like who I am
My levels need adjusting
Could you monitor them?
While I skip out for a bit
I’ve got some errands to run
CHORUS
The following lyric is a good sample of my approach to songwriting. I was very influenced by a subject I did in my MA on the way the wave of singer/songwriters in the 70's were able to play with their own identity as the "I" in their songs. This is a thing I love doing in my songwriting, but I think I run into the same problem Randy Newman does (see Short People). After one of my gigs this old barfly was getting enthusiastic, as they do, about classic artists... You know the kind, real authentic genuine artists... Unlike the one he'd just been witness to before he started hounding me about Paul Simon (who I love, incidentally. If you don't like him, you might be swayed by the (dickily titled) pre-moustache album There Goes Rhymin' Simon, which, though it doesn't contain the jingoistic cultural imperialism of his more famous solo work (see Graceland for African music and Paul Simon for reggae), Rhymin' Simon contains such maturity and beauty its an album to take with you, for as long as you both shall live.
Reasonable Guy
(20.5.06 )
I don’t mean to entertain you
Its a happy accident
I mean to shout and spit
And run very fast in quiet places
I’ve kicked so many asses
My legs are different lengths
I’ve loaned my character out so much
I introduced myself to him
I’ve leaned out over ledges
And trusted way too much
Don't I deserve
As much?
CHORUS:
Why, I’m a reasonable guy
Except that one time I told you to die
But hey! People can change
I swear I’ll never swear at you again
I’ll be clever at least twice
Then shut the hell up
I’ll trust my instincts only once
Then trust everyone else
I’ll say only six unique things
The rest’ll be a mess
I’ll go on a genius binge
Then take an IQ test
I wouldn’t say I’m dangerous
My head is full of bread
I eat glass for breakfast
And clean my teeth with lead
Still, I’m a likeable guy,
Except that one time I told you to die
But hey! People can change
I swear I’ll never swear at you again
My bedroom is a maze
Full of things I hate
I waste half my life each on
Collecting and navigating
I go loud unexpectedly
Go quiet when I’m mad
Even I wouldn’t trust me
To sound like who I am
My levels need adjusting
Could you monitor them?
While I skip out for a bit
I’ve got some errands to run
CHORUS
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