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thekillers
03:24
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They called me KILLER.
They gave me a T-shirt and said, ‘You should wear this. SINNER.’
They couldn't understand, so they said,
‘Ten years in the slammer,’ but I told my mamma,
‘I’ll keep me living. Behind the poster on my wall, keep chiseling.
Growl like a dog at my chicken, keep cleaning
And when Jupiter eclipses the bottle - Thank Jesus Christ.’
But everything's red when I go to bed.
Everything's read in the press.
You don't wanna know what they've said.
You don't wanna know what they've said about me.
Look people, look close.
'Cause the next time you'll see me I'll be a ghost.
They offered me £500
To take seven photos and have my stories by numbers.
Said they'd get me on covers.
Return to game from the shame overnight,
But then I lost sight. Missed the twinkle in his eye.
With my new house outside got me busy, busy fried.
Dizzy, dizzy high. Dizzy, dizzy lie. Is he?
Why are there people out the front?
Who don't even know me but it's me they want to hang.
Opinions lose meaning when you join that gang.
Now it's like being back inside again.
A lot less walls but their calls call ‘KILLER,’
It's a killer.
These fools should stare long and hard in the mirror.
Look people, look close.
'Cause the next time you'll see me I'll be a ghost.
And farmers: Farm your children.
Too many mistakes at a slow pace.
Nobody said you couldn't cut the grain and thread the lace.
At the same time, when you're on the back foot
Right hooks keep on swinging. Keep You Moving.
Forget the bullies.
If they enter your dreams they'll reinvent your schemes
And right a list of commands, like a tattoo on your arm.
Seven angels sent down to finish this drama.
Well, maybe there's a power?
And it's the difference between a lover and a deadly flower,
The difference between a mighty flood, or a cleansing shower,
The difference between the living and that final hour,
Or maybe it's just cancer?
That'll eat from our throats leaving us no sounds for an answer.
Look people, look close.
'Cause the next time you'll see me I'll be a ghost.
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woodforthetrees
03:13
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1am in the cool night breeze,
Looking out on the lights of Leeds,
Finding woodforthetrees.
From Columbia to the shores of Greece,
Leave me here, go back to your party,
And keep an eye on Dorothy.
She flirts and she shines.
And I'm feeling brave for the very first time.
We're on our knees.
Thanking G*d for the wood in the trees.
You arrived as a stranger,
Said your secrets were a danger.
The crows keep circling.
Won't let love be.
Now, if it were up to me,
You'd take us floating out to sea
In boats made of wood from the trees.
Flick my eyes -
No, I can't believe.
You're actually here;
You didn't desert me.
I've saved three kisses for thee.
Where will we go?
What will we see?
My eyes look out,
I stutter. Stutter. Stutter.
And then freeze.
Where will we go?
What will we see?
Will we fall in the forest?
Will we fall in the woods
Or will we fall in the trees?
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myshades
04:15
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I bought these perfect, perfect shades
For my purple pervert ways
And I’m gonna wear them out
And all the girls will say,
‘Have you acted on the stage?’
‘Oh, in many pointless, pointless plays.’
We were paid to say ‘You’re really, really great
We bought him these funny shades.’
I got red notes.
Lets get horrendous.
I’ve got ten pounds.
Lets get horrendous.
I got five pounds.
Lets get horrendous.
I got Johnny Cash.
Lets get.
I do lots of drugs, I must be famous,
But the Small Man, he just say,
‘…’
Take-aways at dawn.
Lets get horrendous.
Run naked around the lawn.
Lets get horrendous.
A little happy-hardcore.
Lets get horrendous.
You really want more?
Lets. Lets.
I got two fingers.
Lets get horrendous.
A night in Essex.
Lets get horrendous.
I’ve got a gun.
Lets get horrendous.
Mike knows your mum.
Well.
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4. |
jealousdog
04:21
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You watch her watch him drink a glass of wine.
She giggles at his jokes, he's such a funny guy.
He's pretending to listen, I know his game.
Under this facade, I promise you, he's so lame.
When you took her dancing did she wear that short, short skirt?
Were you friendly or were you a horrendous flirt?
I've tried for you, and you've spat it back.
My smile will fade like Alice's Cheshire Cat.
We don't let our eyes deviate.
The glass is on the edge. It's waiting to break.
We're stupid; we don't know what we have.
With the giggling and the thrilling, it's all turned out bad.
Now I'm a mile from her body,
In this double, double bed.
And an ocean of salty spite
Is left spinning through her head.
I reach with an arm to apologise
For what my stupid mouth said.
Then she turns in her kindness
And gives from her legs.
We awake in the morning
Erased of all that tearing.
Those naive carvings barely noticeable
In the stare we're sharing.
Oh, jealous dog.
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woodhouseskyline
02:30
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xxx
05:05
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Dirty sheets.
Head Street.
The Police.
Another lamb bleats
In a heart that's a lonely hunter.
Dust words.
Brown gums.
Smelly words.
Make ear slums
In the heart that's a lonely hunter.
Mr. Singer, is there something on your mind?
Is it hard to love when you're busy being kind?
There's always a danger when you cross the line,
That you'll walk it alone for too long a time.
Sitting alone,
Looking through your face.
The stench of silence
And your bitter taste,
Black lingering
In the heart that's a lonely hunter.
Mr. Singer, does it hurt a little much?
To love the fingers that are too lost to touch?
To cycle from a silhouette out into the dark
In the hope that it will join you;
In the hope it will become a part.
Drunken rats.
Shower room.
Meals of fat.
The stood up groom
Of a heart that's a lonely hunter.
Amores
Perros.
Octavio,
Couldn't care less.
This is a hunter’s Hallelujah.
The heart is a lonely hunter.
The heart is a lonely hunter.
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keepyourmoving
02:04
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So ya think ya big time?
Drink your gin wit' some lime?
Well all this talk is just fine
Whilst we're sitting here.
But others over there.
They look at us and stare.
They look at us and see
Who is and who is not to be.
There are cranes that hang over this city
And if you look closely friend,
You will see me spread-eagle dangling
Hanging from the hearts of men
And I love the lights in Leeds at night,
Like a girl who's just a friend.
She'll keep me burning
Until the end.
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mary
02:47
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I've never seen anyone quite as brave,
As my father's mother Mary laying her child in her grave,
And for all the tears she stood up straight,
And waited by the bedside 'til that morning came.
Sometimes a home can't keep it's warmth,
And sometimes there can be an argument followed by a slamming of the door
And the urgent tapping of the dining room phone.
But you waited by the bedside 'til you received the tone,
And like the Samaritan, you didn't cross to the other side of the road.
You waited by your bedside until she phoned.
You were there for my mother at a stage in her life
Where she was hurting beyond the tips of their surgical knives,
But you kept her strong with all your might
And waited by her bedside 'til morning came.
You were there by her bedside 'til morning came.
I pray for all you've done in love's sweet name
So I'll wait here by the bedside for you and for Jane,
And for Michael and for Simon and for Harold, you were the same.
You waited by our bedsides 'til morning came.
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jazzactress
06:17
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I want an actress to go down in a blaze of my stories.
I want her to understand that these jesters are selfish thieves
Who steal from the life in the drum of your sensuality.
But they can't fake it. You're the one that's free.
They try with their mope, and a grope in a dream that nobody sees
But they can't make it. 'Cause they just fake it.
You're the one that they need.
I want the film to smoulder and reveal in her face
I want the night to burn long
And then to wake up strong, and offer her some morning songs.
I watched her rehearse from the back of the auditorium
She called out, ‘You can make it. Why not take it?
Come and dance with me Tom.’
When I need some heroes I just walk to the beat.
Um-cha, um-cha, um-cha. You know what I mean?
Walk a while down to Stanmore Street
And behind a yellow door, there they be!
I just try with a step of regret in the fret of a typical Englishman
But she just held me, said she loved me, and then the script was done.
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1am in the cool night breeze,
Looking out on the lights of Leeds,
Finding woodforthetrees.
From that White Rose to the shores of Greece,
Leave me here, go back to your party,
And keep an eye on Dorothy.
She flirts and she shines.
And I'm feeling brave for the very first time.
We're on our knees.
Thanking G*d for the wood in the trees.
You arrived as a stranger,
Said your secrets were a danger.
The crows keep circling.
Won't let love be.
Now, if it were up to me,
You'd take us floating out to sea
In boats made of wood from the trees.
Flick my eyes -
No, I can't believe.
You're actually here;
You didn't desert me.
I've saved three kisses for thee.
Where will we go?
What will we see?
My eyes look out,
I stutter. Stutter. Stutter.
And then freeze.
Where will we go?
What will we see?
Will we fall in the forest?
Will we fall in the woods
Or will we fall in the trees?
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