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Back in the day you had been part of the smart set
You'd holidayed with kings, dined out with starlets
From London to New York, Cap Ferrat to Capri
In perfume by Chanel and clothes by Givenchy
You sipped camparis with David and Peter
At Noel's parties by Lake Geneva
Scaling the dizzy heights of high society
Armed only with a cheque-book and a family tree

"Who'll have a fishy
On a little dishy?
Who will have a fishy
When the boat comes..."
And then he says,
"With our glasses both raised in a toast
Let's sing for those in peril on the sea
Who cater ceaselessly

Absent friends, here's to them
And happy days, we thought that they would never end.
Here's to absent friends.

Little Jean Seberg seemed
So full of life, but in those eyes such troubled dreams.
Poor little Jean.

Slip on your Barber jacket, jump in my old MG
We're off to the depths of Somerset to see what we can see see see
We don't wanna drink the cider, we don't wanna walk for miles
We just want to go to a stately home built in the Georgian style

I can't abide a horizontal life
It's time to rise, assume the perpendicular
Jump up and down, make complimentary sounds

We go down to the indie disco every Thursday night
Dance to our favourite indie hits until the morning light
At the indie disco, the indie disco, at the indie disco yeah
We’ve got a table in the corner that is always ours
Under the poster of Morrissey with a bunch of flowers
We drink and talk about stupid stuff
Then hit the floor for Tainted love
You know I just can’t get enough

I wanna chill, I wanna sit real still
I wanna sleep like the dead on a bed of roses
Me and my lovely wife
We're in the prime of life
I wanna feel real, I wanna free-wheel
I wanna steal the show from under their noses
I wanna get you off
Ain't that enough?

Out of the station
And through the arcade
Past the antique shops
Of Regent's Parade
To an innocuous London address
A quick glance around, and then down the wet steps

God only knows what keeps bringing me here

Once there was a time
When my mind lay on higher things
And once there was a time
I could find pretty words to sing
But now, well now I find
It saves time to say what you mean
I know it seems so unrefined
But it's time to let off some steam

Can you stand upon one leg
It's harder than you think
If you can do it without falling down
You can do just about anything
Go on, see if you can
See how long you can stand on one leg

Can you beat your dad at chess

Ladysmith wants you forthwith to come to her relief
Burn your briefs you leave for France tonight
Carefully cut the straps of the booby-traps
and set the captives free
But don't shoot 'til you see her big blue eyes
The sound the charge (breathe your final breath)
and charge into the valley of death
Cannon to the left and cannon to the right

When I hold you in my arms,
And look back on my charmed-life
My charmed life
I hope, I hope if nothing more
That one day you ll call your-Life
A charmed life

Well I never really worried that much

Freezing Monday morning
She is waiting for her train to come
I brush past her, smell her perfume
Watch her hair move as she turns to go
She doesn't know I exist
I'm gonna keep it like this
I'm not gonna take any risks this time

Dear Lord and Father of mankind,
Forgive our foolish ways!
Re-clothe us in our rightful mind,
In purer lives thy service find,
In deeper reverence praise.

In simple trust like theirs who heard,
Beside the Syrian sea,

She's a diva lady
She's a hopeless case
She needs extra make-up
For her extra face
She's a hopeless case

She's a diva lady
She's got special needs

«Птицы и самолёты
Пролетают сквозь радугу
Каждый день, и, тем не менее,
Ты просто отказываешься...
Старомодные колёса обозрения —
Не такая уж и страшная вещь,
Это — всего лишь большие колёса с сиденьями,
Так что не бойся,

Press the doorbell and push the door
Climb the darkened stairwell to the second floor
She'll be waiting for you in her dressing-gown
With the drink she poured you when she heard the sound
Watch the film, eat the food she cooked
Talk of how the film ain't half as good as the book
Kiss her sleepy eyes closed and say "it's time"
To slip beneath the shadows of the bedroom blinds

Generation sex respects the rights of girls
Who want to take their clothes off
As long as we can all watch that's OK
And generation sex elects the type of guys
You wouldn't leave your kids with
And shouts "off with their heads" if they get laid
Lovers watch their backs as hacks in macs
Take snaps through telephoto lenses

While they have been eating
The rain has started falling,
Gradually gathering in strength;
What began a drizzle
Has now become torrential,
And doesn’t look like coming to an end.

The two bedraggled figures

I'm the darkness in the light
I'm the leftness in the right
I'm the rightness in the wrong
I'm the shortness in the long
I'm the goodness in the bad
I'm the saneness in the mad
I'm the sadness in the joy
I'm the gin in the gin soaked boy

Have you ever started dancing in the middle of a shopping mall
Have you ever burst out laughing for no reason at all
Have you ever noticed the rhythms in the rain
And have you ever felt the ecstasy of pain
Have you ever been in love

Have you sung along to all the silly love-songs you hate
And have you had to pinch yourself to make sure you're awake

I Like your nose, I like your hair
I Like you clothed, I like you bare
I Like your boots, your skirts and your blouses
I Like your suits, your shirts and your trousers

I Like your mild political stances
I Like your wild spontaneous dances
I Like the way you drive me insane

Hey, I'm not the type
To say one thing and do another
And if it's all right I'd kind
Of like to be your lover
Cause when you're with me I can't help but be
So desperately, uncontrollably happy!

And hey, I'm not the kind

Postcards and letters
T-shirts and sweaters
Passports and Parkas
Mobiles and chargers
Two tennis rackets
Blue Rizla packets
A new sheep-skin jacket
I lost it all

Every pupil in the classroom will answer the same if you ask them
Every mouth shout the message out as one
Every girl weeps like the willow, every boy cries into his pillow
Every tear disappears in the morning sun
You don't need an indie song to figure out what's going on

Tell me that I'm normal, tell me that I'm sane
Tell me that you feel this too

Daybreak on the motorway to damascus
A heavenly angel flagged me down
And asked for a ride into town
For gods sake, on the motorway to damascus
This heavenly angel, wise and pure, proceeded with a guided tour:
Behold! a shining city of silver grey and white,
Of solar-panelled rooftops glinting in the light
And wind-power generators turning soundlessly through the night

Through the rubble of the bombed out streets
Through the squalor and the poverty
Walks a proud Neapolitan girl
With a head of thick black curls
She doesn't care 'bout right or wrong
Just about where the next meal's coming from

Innocence can often be

No matter how I try,
I just can't get her out of my mind
And I when I sleep I visualize her.

I saw her in the pub,
I met her later at the nightclub.
A mutual friend introduced us
We talked about the noise

Give me your love
And I'll give you the perfect lovesong
With a divine Beatles bassline
And a big old Beach Boys sound
I'll match you pound for pound
Like heavy-weights in the final round
We'll hold on to each other
So we don't fall down

Please don't look at me that way
You'll only make me want to say
Something I will regret
You are April, you are May
What a stupid thing to say!
Forgive me and forget
That I ever opened my mouth
Let it all come out

Pale, pubescent beasts
Roam through the streets
And coffee-shops.
Their prey gather in herds
Of stiff knee-length skirts
And white ankle-socks.
But while they search for a mate
My type hibernate

Beat stress and rebalance your life
Make those dreams come true
Impress all your colleagues and friends
With the brand new you

So many lives condemned for no need
'Cause people don't buy the right magazine
Take a look in the mirror and see

"This book deals with
epiphenomenalism, which has to do with
consciousness as a mere accessory of
physiological processes whose presence
or absence... makes no difference...
whatever are you doing?"

Aphra Benn: Hello

can anyone lend me ten billion quid
why do you look so glum, was it something i did ?
so i cause the second great depression, what can i say
i guess i got a big "carry the way"
if i say i'm sorry will you give me the money

do you know me the complete banker
in a black bantley sweet so might

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"The lonely road you choose to travel on, it must seem awfully long.
Innocence all gone,
It must be wrong to hide your lovely face away.
That music you play, I'm not saying it's bad, it just seems terribly sad.
Is everything all right?

I found a photograph of you and me
Drinking sangria somewhere by the sea
There's laughter in our eyes and dreams in our hearts
Before life waded in and tore it all apart

When there's no more lies to hide behind
And no more tears to cry
I know we'll be alright

Are you ready?
OK let’s do it 1, 2, 3, 4 Woo, ah ha, yeah
ba ba da ba da ba da ba da oh yeah

Laugh at the tears you’re crying
Smile while your head explodes
Y’don’t have to take this lying down
So blow your nose baby

When you hang by a thread
Strange things go through your head
What was in that woodshed?
Will death be gentle?
"Better to live one day like a lion
Than a thousand sheepishly",
Say dead oriental...
I'm a thrillseeker honey - I can't help it

There's not enough hours in the day
To say all that I want to say
There's not enough days in the week
And weeks go by quicker than drunks knock back liquor
There's not enough weeks in the month
To do all that needs to be done
There's not enough months in the year
And years disappear like the bubbles in my beer

So many heartbreaks
So little time
Too many tragedies
Too many crimes
Put on your body armor
Prepare your alibis
Cause there is no one else
Gonna put it right

Tonight We Fly

Tonight we fly
Over the houses
The streets and the trees
Over the dogs down below
They'll bark at our shadows
As we float by on the breeze

Who's that boy you're leaning on?
Victoria ceases to care
You're not the only one
Virginia creeps through her hair
Summer evening, summer sun
Virago will publish her diaries when she's dead
To the world
Unlocking the dreams in her head

When a child cries the tears rise quickly
Spill hot and prickly down the reddened cheeks
Just to leave as quickly as they came
And peace returns again

When a child cries you know about it
They scream and shout until the hurt is gone
Like a shower of rain that for a moment

It’s you.
If you’re wondering why the world is round and the planets too,
It’s you.
If you’re wondering why one plus one always makes two,
It’s you, it’s you, it’s you.

It’s you.
You’re the reason why