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Cruising
04:10
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you and me and a dog
fighting over who would be
the first man in space
but you and that dog
you left
your captain bereft
now i am playing in a lonely place
i need
i need you now
is he really going out with him?
is he really going out with him?
yeah there may have been
some out and in
but there ain't anymore
is it revelry or devilry
i'm bringing through my open door
i need
i need your love
i'm cruising
i'm going cruising
make me a daisy chain
i'll make me a wish
bring back my sailor
matt, don't blow it
get your ass back from australia
your ass back from australia
your ass back from australia
your ass back from australia
now
well you and the dog came back
we're making a lovers' pact
well we are tied
like cyanide
to a christie crime
getting off
on a nabokovian pantomime
we need
we need our love
we're cruising
we're cruising
we need
we need our love
we're cruising
we're cruising
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Queen of England
03:31
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looking out of the windows
can't you see the burning
the city is engulfed in flames
a rusted wire turning
we have made peace with decay
back turned on destruction
what will you do on the final day
when you're left with no instruction
will you cry will you shout
will you booze it up
will you starve because the shops are shut
everyone has gone away
jumped in the river
been burned today
call me the queen of england
keeper of the changing time
well the end may be nigh
and the bells may chime
but trust me we'll all be fine
fine
dance a while til your feet they bleed
build a rhythm from the fetid bones
you may not have built the rotting graves
but you didn't help to clear the putrid stones
the judges' chairs are made of skin
jimmy got a key to get an eyeball ring
we are the scar on england's name
sold by the pound to the hunted game
well it's all gone wrong
it's all a flood
the flaying skin
the taste of blood
the screaming on the final day
will deafen the dying who'll kneel to pray
the trees are black
and the sky is red
it's a plague
it's a hell of living dead
who will come to take us away
when we're left with the people that make us stay
call me the queen of england
looking out at the lost mine
well the end is nigh
and the bells they chime
but trust me we'll all be fine
fine
london bridge is falling down
falling down
falling down
london bridge is falling down
watch it burn
london bridge is falling down
falling down
falling down
london bridge is falling down
watch it burn
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3. |
Lady Jane Days
01:25
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the lady jane days
you pass by inside
you never let the moonlight
see you crying
don't forget
it won't go away
you said we've lived
on the day we'll die
look out
and see the dandelions flying
or was it
all just a dream
i would feel a little less
if i saw her in the cloisters
in a silken violet dress
if you hold her
up to the light
she'll be out in the wind
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Barb
03:02
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you say, you say you need a man
you need a man to take your troubles in hand
you only go for the good types
you only go for the ones that treat you right
don't you think that's where you're going wrong
don't you need a woman
woman
woman
yeah, woman up
my barb is bigger than yours
my barb hits harder than yours
my barb cuts deeper
deeper than yours
i'm a ghost
i'm a husk
i'm riding on a train
gimme seven inches
i'll be back in the game
i'm a bigger bitch than you catered for
ever been a bitch that you hated more
it's all talk
yeah it's all talk
i'm a warlord
warlord
come alive
come in my room
come in now
and i'll take you to the moon
my barb is bigger than yours
my barb hits harder than yours
my barb cuts deeper
deeper than yours
my barb is bigger than yours
my barb hits harder than yours
my barb cuts deeper
deeper than yours
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Alcatraz
06:58
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eve i regret
if i led you on
boys of madonna
we know all along
but words are weapons
and i had no defences
it was all in my head
all in my wrist
all in the girls i never kissed
men can be eagles
cold and awake
simple as seagulls
down for the take
are the real men puffing
up imaginary feathers
but the men without wings
where do they go
if you see any nesting
won't you let me know
eve if we met again
what would we find
you said san francisco
was the time of your life
keep it with mine
waiting in line
on the day prince died
on the day prince died
i've looked out to water
thinking bout things
the people around me
making babies
building swings
the ocean rolling
i'm lone as a seabird
well you call it freedom
i call your bluff
is freedom a prison
if you don't live enough
what's living enough baby
living enough now
what's living enough baby
living enough now
what's living enough baby
living enough now
what's living enough baby
living enough now
it's snowing in april
i'm on my way home
i'll sing to the strings
tease out the unknown
if i gave you a purple rose
would you take it
it's not about you babe
it's not about me
it's trying to find meaning
a reason to be
wanting and needing
brothers in arms
knowing, believing
dangerous charms
if your voice is a choke
make it a shout
break down the boys' club
let them all out
maybe it's better
keep memories kind
you said san francisco
was the time of your life
keep it with mine
waiting in line
on the day prince died
on the day prince died
on the day prince died
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Judy Garland
03:09
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you said the bad things stop at three
but things have come in threes for me
since i was seventeen
leave me something to believe
let me dream
the mouldy kitchen wall
is my carnegie hall
give me dusty paper roses
been waiting really long
can you tell me what went wrong
did i use up all my poses
and days will go
swept in tornadoes
like prairie houses
but we'll cling on
we'll sing and we'll fight
and we'll cry
i'll fly like judy garland
like judy garland
way up high
look at all my dreams
broken seams
i'll climb out of the gutter
never doubt that i will rise
like judy
pouring earlier each day
worth it when they throw me
that bouquet
i just wanna be someone
forget all the things
i should have done
and tears will fall
blackening rivers
like witches' fingers
a star is born
humour me until i cry
i'll fly like judy garland
like judy garland
way up high
look at all my dreams
broken seams
i'll climb out of the gutter
never doubt that i will rise
like judy
judy
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7. |
When I Was Young
04:08
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every time
every time you see me
every time you feel me
you know i'll be looking
every day
every day you feel
you've had a raw deal
you know i'll be looking
but i know
the seasons come and go
but don't forget
that i've been alone with
so many different kinds of light
and i will even still
keep close that i was once
a loaded gun
when i was young
down the deepest well
you feel you are
but you will get out
the oceans
mountains
and the rivers
you will cross
you will get out
but you know
when you need loving
time will slow
but keep going
if your dreams recede
i will dream your dream
yeah you know that i been
alone with so many
different kinds of light
and i can even stand
to give you all the things
i should have done
when i was young
when i was young
when i was young
when i was young
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Matthew Barton UK
where 60s girl groups and DIY cassettes meet, on a fuzzy four-track with guitars and synths and autoharps and harmoniums
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