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"Glorious You"

"Glorious You"



Can see you hurting beneath your new red dress
Beneath your sharp new shoes and your new tattoos you are directionless
And I know you've been working as hard as you can
To pre-empt the question, the expectation and I understand

So come on now if we all pull together
We can lift up the weight of the world from your shoulders
Lift up the weight of the world from your shoulders
Just for a moment or two

From the moment the phone alarm cuts the morning in two
To the moment you close your bedroom door and all that's left is you
There are a thousand auditions you didn't quite get through
So many masks to wear, so much weight to bear but you were only ever you
You were glorious you, you were glorious

So come on now if we all pull together
We can lift up the weight of the world from your shoulders
Lift up the weight of the world from your shoulders
Just for a moment or two

Come on now if we all pull together
We can lift up the weight of the world from your shoulders
Lift up the weight of the world from your shoulders
Just for a moment or two

Be glorious you, glorious you, glorious you
With your mixed-up metaphors, your messed-up makeup
Glorious you
With your tongue-tied tragedy, your too-small t-shirt
Glorious you

So don't you worry all things must end
There are sunlit uplands around the river bend

Come on now if we all pull together
We can lift up the weight of the world from your shoulders
Lift up the weight of the world from your shoulders
Just for a moment or two

Come on now if we all pull together
We can lift up the weight of the world from your shoulders
Lift up the weight of the world from your shoulders
Just for a moment or two and be glorious you
Glorious you, glorious you

You were glorious you
You were glorious you
You were glorious you
 
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"Glory Hallelujah"

"Glory Hallelujah"



Brothers and sisters, have you heard the news?
The storm has lifted and there's nothing to lose,
So swap your confirmation for your dancing shoes,
Because there never was no God.
Step out of the darkness and onto the streets,
Forget about the fast, let's have a carnival feast,
Raise up your lowered head to hear the liberation beat,
Because there never was no God.

There is no God,
So clap your hands together,
There is no God,
No heaven and no hell.
There is no God,
We're all in this together,
There is no God,
So ring that victory bell.

No cowering in the dark before these overbearing priests,
Not waiting until we die until we restitute the meek,
No blaming all our failings on imaginary beasts,
Because there never was no God.
No fighting over land your distant fathers told you of,
Not spilling blood for those who have never spread a drop of blood,
No finger pointing justified by fairies up above,
Because there never was no God.

There is no God,
So clap your hands together,
There is no God,
No heaven and no hell.
There is no God,
We're all in this together,
There is no God,
So ring that victory bell.

And I know you're scared of dieing man and I am too,
But just pretending it's not happening isn't gonna see us through,
So just accept that there's an end game and we haven't got much time,
And then in the here and now we can try and do things right.
Forget about the crazy things that people have believed,
And think of wondrous things that normal people have achieved,
'Cos I've known beauty in the stillness of cathedrals in the day,
I sang Glory Hallelujah! Won't you wash my sins away?
But now I'm singing my refrain and this is what I say,
I say there never was no God.

There is no God,
So clap your hands together,
There is no God,
No heaven and no hell.
There is no God,
We're all in this together,
There is no God,
So ring that victory bell.

There is no God,
So clap your hands together,
There is no God,
No heaven and no hell.
There is no God,
We're all in this together,
There is no God,
So ring that victory bell.
 
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"Good And Gone"

"Good And Gone"



I have searched for you
In the darkness of a dozen dingy dance halls
In countless queues in cafes in the suburbs
In the bed clothes of a thousand stranger's bedrooms

And I have yearned for you
In the airless hubs of international airports
In the hollow hell of many hundred hotels
In the solitary stillness of the early hours

I still do

Sometimes the things you need
Are right back where you started from

So fuck you Hollywood
For raising us on dreams of happy endings
In postcards of the prom kings and the prom queens
For teaching us that love was free and easy

Fuck you Mötley Crüe
For telling tales that skimp on all the dark sides
For teasing us with access and with excess
For bringing out the lowest drive in everyone
Oh fuck you

Sometimes the things you need
Are right back where you started from
Sometimes the things you need
They hang around a little while
Good and gone

If I could just have a second try
To take the second call you made that night
To find myself an airport and a credit card
Find a flight or something
To head back to the start

Sometimes the things I need
Are right back where I started from
Sometimes the things I need
They hang around a little while
Good and gone

They're good and gone
 
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"Heartless Bastard Motherfucker"

"Heartless Bastard Motherfucker"



Well I lie I cheat and I steal,
And I don't give two shits about the way that you feel.
I barely know who you are,
But I'll break your heart and then I'll sleep in your car.
I'm not dying inside, I'm dead.
Too many people have fucked with my head,
And now I'm out for revenge.

I'm not the only one who regrets the way they act,
But I seem to be the only one who's honest with the facts,
And I'm sick to death of always being the sucker.
I'm a heartless bastard motherfucker.

Well you're a prize specimin -
You look pretty fine, but I don't know where you've been.
You invite me back to your place,
And you feed me drinks to get me out of my face.
You never own up to what you did -
You fuck like an adult and you cry like a kid,
And then you tell your friends I took the piss.

Just for a second here with a straight face I am sick of the sinners
Always making out they're saints.
You know it seems to me that the ones to watch
Are the ones with their hearts on their sleeves -
The make-up doth protest too much.

So come on everybody, come on,
Don't make me regret ever writing this song -
I need every motherfucker to sing along.
 
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"Hits & Mrs"

"Hits & Mrs"


True Love
Staying out late of an evening
Then crashing home late without warning
Still getting breakfast in bed in the morning

My girl
She rolls her eyes and she finds me in pieces
She picks me up and she smooths out the creases
And all the while she is nothing but sweetness

And all that I need in the end of the night
When I’m messed up and stressed out
And half dead with fright
Is somebody sweet who will turn out the light
Make me breakfast in bed and get the coffee just right

She brings me hangover hugs and comedown kisses
She is my first and my last
She’s all my hits & my Mrs
[x2]

Now true love is coming back home from my travels
To find that everything else is unraveled
And she’s the only thing keeping me level.

My girl.
Well she comes down to meet me at the station
She holds me closer, that brief ventilation
And waves me off on my road to salvation

And all that she needs at the end of the day
When the nights drawing in and the hope slips away
Is somebody sweet who will come home and say
She’s the only thing left that keeps my demons at bay
So keep those demons at bay

So baby I need you at the end of it all
When I’m weak like a child and I’m not standing tall
When the clocks kicking out and there’s no more curtain calls
I’ll promise you this, I’ll be there when you fall.

She brings me hangover hugs and comedown kisses
She is my first and my last
She’s all my hits & my Mrs
[x2]
Now come on
My hits and my Mrs.
 
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"Hold Your Tongue"

"Hold Your Tongue"



You've been pretty since the day that you were born
So the roots of your beautiful hair
Drew all the water that your body could hold
So when your soul needed water, no water was there.

You shed words like so much dead skin
They gather up like dust against walls
They kick up when someone comes in
So when they're looking for something they find nothing at all.

Hold your goddamn tongue
You forget yourself.
How could I be the one
If you're wrapped round someone else?

And I really don't know which feels worse
To be a fool or be with a liar.
I just know that heart once soaked and cursed
Is that much harder to set on fire.

And I won't let this die
Until I've seen you cry
A single tear to show
There's water in your soul.
 
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"I Am Disappeared"

"I Am Disappeared"



I keep having dreams
Of pioneers and pirate ships and Bob Dylan
Of people wrapped up tight in the things that will kill them
Of being trapped in a lift plunging straight to the bottom
Of open seas and ways of life we've forgotten
I keep having dreams

Amy worked in a bar in Exeter
I went back to her house and I slept beside her
She woke up screaming in the middle of the night
Terrified of her own insides
Dreams of pirate ships and Patty Hearst
Breaking through a life over-rehearsed
She can't remember which came first
The house, the home, or the terrible thirst
She keeps having dreams

And on the worst days
When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tons
She's got her cowboy boots and car keys on the bedstand
So she can always run
She can get up, shower, and in half an hour she'll be gone

I keep having dreams of things I need to do
And waking up but not following through
But it feels like I haven't slept at all
When I wake to a silence and she's facing the wall
Posters of Dylan and of Hemingway
An antique compass for a sailor's escape
She says you just can't live this way
And I close my eyes and I never say
I'm still having dreams

And on the worst days
When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tons
I sleep with my passport
One eye on the back door
So I can always run
I can get up, shower, and in half an hour I'll be gone

And come morning
I am disappeared
Just an imprint on the bedsheets
I'm by the roadside with my thumb out
A car pulls up, and Bob's driving
So I climb in
We don't say a word
As we pull off into the sunrise
And these rivers of tarmac are like arteries across the country
We are blood cells alive in the bloodstream
The beating heart of the country
We are electric pulses
In the pathways of the sleeping soul of the country
We are electric pulses
In the pathways of the sleeping soul of the country
We are electric pulses
The sleeping soul of the country
The sleeping soul of the country
The sleeping soul of the country
 
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"I Knew Prufrock Before He Got Famous"

"I Knew Prufrock Before He Got Famous"



Let's begin at the beginning: we're lovers and we're losers,
we're heroes and we're pioneers, and we're beggars and we're choosers.
We're skirting round the edges of the ideal demographic.
We're almost on the guestlist, but we're always stuck in traffic.
We've watched our close associates up and play their parts;
they're chatting up the it girls, and they're tearing up the charts,
while we were paying with coppers to get our round in at the bar.
We're the C-Team, we're the almost famous old friends of the stars.

Justin is the last of the great romantic poets,
and he's the only one among us who is ever going to make it.
We planned a revolution from a cheap Southampton bistro.
I don't remember details but there were English boys with banjos.
Jay is our St George, and he's standing on a wooden chair,
and he sings songs and he slays dragons, and he's losing all his hair.
Adam is the resurrected spirit of Gram Parsons,
in plaid instead of rhinestone and living in South London.
And no one's really clear about Tommy's job description,
but it's pretty clear he's vital to the whole damn operation.
Dave Danger smiles at strangers, Tre's the safest girl I know,
Zo and Harps will skamper up to victory in the city we call home.

We won't change our ways, we will proud remain when the glory fades.

I am sick and tired of people who are living on the B-list.
They're waiting to be famous and they're wondering why they do this.
And I know I'm not the one who is habitually optimistic,
but I'm the one who's got the microphone here so just remember this:

Life is about love, last minutes and lost evenings,
about fire in our bellies and furtive little feelings,
and the aching amplitudes that set our needles all a-flickering,
and help us with remembering that the only thing that's left to do is live.
After all the loving and the losing, the heroes and the pioneers,
the only thing that's left to do is get another round in at the bar.
 
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"I Really Don't Care What You Do On Your Gap Year"

"I Really Don't Care What You Do On Your Gap Year"



We were only supposed to go out for the night,
But it's been a few hours now since it got light -
We're a mess, and the worst part is we couldn't care less.
There's water in the ash-tray and ash in the sink,
The carpet's mostly soaking, but there's nothing to drink -
We're a state, and we're starting to regret staying awake.

And I'll pay for my sins when I get paid,
I'll stop talking to girls when I get laid.
I should have gone home when I could, but I stayed.
But then I never was the clever one.

We were only supposed to go out for the night,
I did my best to go home but in the end I lost the fight with myself -
To be honest I was hoping I'd go home with someone else.
And right about now I should be starting my day,
But instead I am sat here downing the dregs of yesterday,
All the while trying to prop up both ends of my smile.

And I'll pay for my sins when I get paid,
I'll stop talking to girls when I get laid.
I should have gone home when I could, but I stayed.
But then I never was the clever one,
But always the one to not see that I'm done and
I need to go home and get to sleep,
Always the last to see the moment has passed and
I need to admit my defeat.
And I'm lonely - there, I said it.
I'm lonely, but it's hard to admit it
When everybody thinks that you're fine all the time and you're not.

So we were only supposed to go out for the night...
But who am I kidding? Try as I might I can't stop
Until I've squeezed out every last drop.

And I'll pay for my sins when I get paid
But I don't have a penny to my name.
I'll stop talking to girls when I get laid
But I haven't had a shower for days.
I should've gone home when I could but I stayed,
And so I stay up alone,
And set off on my own
To the station where I catch the first train.
 
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"I Still Believe"

"I Still Believe"



Hear ye, hear ye, friends and Romans, countrymen.
Hear ye, hear ye, punks and skins and journeymen
Hear ye, hear ye, my sisters and my brethren.
The time is coming near.

Come ye, come ye, to soulless corporate circus tops.
Come ye, come ye, to toilet circuit touring snobs.
Come ye, come ye, to bedrooms, bars and bunker squats.
The sound is ringing clear.

Now who'd have thought that after all,
Something as simple as rock 'n' roll would save us all.
And who'd have thought that after all, it was rock 'n' roll.

Hear ye, hear ye, now anybody could take this stage.
Hear ye, hear ye, and make miracles for minimum wage.
Hear ye, hear ye, these folk songs for the modern age,
Will hold us in their arms.

Right here, right now, Elvis brings his children home.
Right here, right now, you never have to feel alone.
Right here, right now, teenage kicks and gramophones.
We hold them in our hearts.

Now who'd have thought that after all,
Something as simple as rock 'n' roll would save us all.
And who'd have thought that after all, it was rock 'n' roll.

And I still believe (I still believe) in the saints.
Yeah, in Jerry Lee and in Johnny and all the greats.

And I still believe (I still believe) in the sound,
That has the power to raise a temple and tear it down.

And I still believe (I still believe) in the need,
For guitars and drums and desperate poetry.

And I still believe (I still believe) that everyone,
Can find a song for every time they've lost and every time they've won.

So just remember folks we not just saving lives, we're saving souls,
And we're having fun.

And I still believe.

Now who'd have thought that after all,
Something as simple as rock 'n' roll would save us all.

Now who'd have thought that after all,
Something so simple, something so small.
Who'd have thought that after all it's rock 'n' roll?
 
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