Half Man Half Biscuit все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Trying to iron out your problems without Jesus
Is only going to put more wrinkles on your face
Trying to sell Clan Of Xymox from your car boots
Ain’t going to get you to no sunny place
Just before you take that length of hosepipe
Just before you lock the garage door
Take a look at me, I used to surf with Satan
Now I’m landed safely on the shore

Well, they say she’s too hot
Yeah but guess what?
I’ve got Joy Division oven gloves
If it’s her desire
I’ll put my fingers in the fire
‘Cos I’ve got Joy Division oven gloves
I’ve got Joy Division oven gloves

Some people don’t know how to walk on the pavement these days
Well it’s not that difficult, there’s hardly a whole host of ways
Here they come, love’s young dream, arm in arm, approaching me
Now, I’m not looking for your smile
I’m just asking for some single file
But it’s not forthcoming so I have to assume
That this narrow path belongs to you
And therefore you must be

“Demon fiend, leave your tomb
Seek out the Virgin womb”
Hey Chris from Future Doom
You left your lyrics in the practice room
“Cackling hag astride the broom
What dread this upon the spume?”
Hey Chris I understand your gloom
But come on, rock up, you’re from Ilfracombe

Beware of the man who only shows you the best bits
Beware of the band who type out their set lists
Sometimes instead of Arthur Lee
I'd much prefer some Arthur Lowe
And with you by my side
I would aspire to ascend
Such heights where we'd find
Tears and laughter cease to matter

Pulling the ice axe from my leg
I staggered on
Spindrift stinging my remaining eye

I finally managed to reach the station
Only to find that the bus replacement service had broken down

After wondering to myself whether or not it should actually be called a train replacement service

Hey Joyce
Rock and Roll never gave you a voice
It's never given you so much as a lament
So I went to the store
And I bought a guitar
To bestow this accolade on you
Just you
Not Sally, Carrie Anne or Peggy Sue

Oh darling sugar honey
When it was nice and sunny
And when I had some money
We would go and see Echo And The Bunny...
Men

Since I was eight I've loved you
Through garden gates I've shoved you

There’s one last favour I ask of you
There’s one last favour I ask of you
There’s one last favour I ask of you
See that my bike’s kept clean

It’s a long old lane and it got no end
It’s a long old lane and it got no end
It’s a long old lane and it got no end

Well I put the wrong things in the wrong bin again
Stuck it out in the alley on the wrong day again
It’s just a ruse so that I can be in your vicinity
A ruse so that I can be in your vicinity
I just want to be in your vicinity
And be an antidote to your angular urban concerns

Urban concerns

A million housewives every day, pick up a can of beans
and say
“What an amazing example of synchronisation”

He looked out of the aeroplane and he saw the Alps way
down below
He fixed his gaze upon the white terrain and he could
see a portrait in the snow