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[fox69]

Sylvia

Sylvia

You look just like Sylvia:
Well you look like her to me -
The way she wore her hair then.
Oh, he way she used to be.
I've not seen her for a long time
Though I've heard she's still around.
Her father's living with some girl
Who's a year younger than her.
She's living in the country now yeah.
Oh, she's trying to get better.
Her beauty was her only crime.
Yeah, I remember Sylvia.

So keep believing
And do what you do,
I can't help you but I know things are gonna get better.
And please stop asking what it's got to do with you.
Oh, keep believing cos you know that you deserve better.

Who's this man you're talking to?
Can't you see what he wants to do?
He thinks if he stands near enough then he will look as good as you.
Oh, he don't care about your problems.
He just wants to show his friends.
I guess I'm just the same as him -
I just didn't know it then.
I never understood you really
And I know it's too late now.
You didn't ask to be that way.
Oh, I'm sorry Sylvia.

So keep believing
And do what you do,
I can't help you but I know things are gonna get better.
And please stop asking what it's got to do with you.
Oh, keep believing cos you know that you deserve better.
Yeah you know that you deserve better.
Oh Sylvia
I just didn't know it then.
I never understood you really
And I know it's too late now.
You didn't ask to be that way.
Oh, I'm sorry Sylvia.

So keep believing
And do what you do,
I can't help you but I know things are gonna get better.
And please stop asking what it's got to do with you.
Oh, keep believing cos you know that you deserve better.
Yeah you know that you deserve better.
Oh Sylvia

 

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The Babysitter

The Babysitter

Susan's babysitter
Is seventeen years old
Oh she looks like Susan
When she still lived at home
She's a lovely girl
She's got long black hair
If you go home now
She might still be there
Susan's babysitter
Is twenty-one years old
She still looks like Susan
When Susan was not at home
She's a lovely girl
She's got long blonde hair
If you go home now
She will not be there
'cos she left last June
She came home too soon
You were both upstairs
In your daughter's room
She's got long blonde hair
If you go home now
She will not be there
'cos she left last June
She came home too soon
You were both upstairs
In your daughter's room
She's a lovely girl

 

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The Day After The Revolution

The Day After The Revolution

The dust has settled,
Replaces the bulbs in all the lights.
I guess I'll get no sleep tonight.
A revolution happened.
Oh, sorry, you haven't heard?
We are the children of the new world.
If you're quiet you can watch if you like.
They say the future's beginning tonight.
Whole empires will crumble.
Civilisations will fall.
Lie on the bed, hear the sound of it all.
No anger, no guilt and no sorrow;
It sounds unlikely, I know, but tomorrow
You will wake up to find that your whole life has changed.
Although nothing looks different
A revolution took place.
I love the way you do it.
I love the way you put them on.
You know the answers but you get it wrong.
(Just to confuse things).
Why did it seem so difficult to realise a simple truth?
The revolution begins and ends with you.
Now all the breakdowns and nightmares look small.
Now we decided not to die after all.
Because the meek shall inherit absolutely nothing at all.
If you stopped being so feeble you could have so much more.
The answer was here all the time, you see.
Just how I missed it is a mystery to me.
I have waited and waited for this day to arrive.
The revolution was televised.
Now it's over, bye bye.
It's over, bye bye.
Yeah, we made it.
Just by the skin of our teeth.
Perfection is over
(The Rave is over)
Sheffield is over.
The Fear is over.
Guilt is over
(Please leave the building quietly)
Bergerac is over.
The hangover is over
Men are over
Women are over.
Cholesterol is over.
Tapers are over.
Irony is over.
Bye bye.
Yeah, we made it.
Just by the skin of our teeth.
Perfection is over
(The Rave is over)
Sheffield is over.
The Fear is over.
Guilt is over
(Please leave the building quietly)
Bergerac is over.
The hangover is over
Men are over
Women are over.
Cholesterol is over.
Tapers are over.
Irony is over.
Bye bye.
Bye bye

 

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The Fear

The Fear

This is our "Music from A Bachelors Den" -
The sound of loneliness turned up to ten.
A horror soundtrack from a stagnant water-bed
And it sounds just like this.
This is the sound of someone losing the plot -
Making out that they're okay when they're not.
You're gonna like it,
But not a lot
And the chorus goes like this:

Oh baby,
Here comes the fear again.
The end is near again.
A monkey's built a house on your back.
You can't get anyone to come in the sack
And here comes another panic attack
Oh here we go again.

So now you know the words to our song,
Pretty soon you'll all be singing along.
When you're sad, when you're lonely
And it all turns out wrong.
When you've got the fear.
And hen you're no longer searching
For beauty or love -
Just some kind of life
With the edges taken off.
When you can't even define what it is that you're frightened of
This song will be here.

Oh baby,
Here comes the fear gain.
The end is near again.
If you ever get that chimp off your back.
If you ever find the thing that you lack
But you know you're only having a laugh
And here we go again.
Until the end
Just some kind of life
With the edges taken off.
When you can't even define what it is that you're frightened of
This song will be here.

Oh baby,
Here comes the fear gain.
The end is near again.
If you ever get that chimp off your back.
If you ever find the thing that you lack
But you know you're only having a laugh
And here we go again.
Until the end

 

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The Mark Of The Devil

The Mark Of The Devil

The mark of the devil is upon you
Your look is no happier than mine
Damnation is waiting in the mirror but you shouldnt mind
Their legs start a feeling in your stomach
Their eyes knock you backwards with a glance
Your pride sinks unnoticed in the river given half a chance
And your past is just a bedroom full of implements of cruelty
And a list will bind your eyes as you grow old
But you want to join the laughter sharing simple shreds of feeling
But you fidget and your heart is growing cold
Smiles left unfollowed start to haunt you
Chances that perished long ago
The devil is waiting in the bathroom with your worthless soul
The years pull their weight down on your cheekbones
The nights out are hanging from your waist
The years float like dust held in the sunlight with an aftertaste
And your past is just a bedroom full of implements of cruelty
And a list will bind your eyes as you grow old
But you want to join the laughter sharing simple shreds of feeling
But you fidget and your heart is growing cold
La la lala lala la la...
And your past is just a bedroom full of implements of cruelty
And a list will bind your eyes as you grow old
And you want to join the laughter sharing simple shreds of feeling
But you fidget and your heart is growing cold
And your past is justa bedroom full of implements of cruelty
And a list will bind your eyes as you grow old
And you want to join the laughter sharing simple shreds of feeling
But you fidget and your heart is growing cold
But you fidget and your heart is growing cold
La la lala lala la la...
And your past is just a bedroom full of implements of cruelty
And a list will bind your eyes as you grow old
And you want to join the laughter sharing simple shreds of feeling
But you fidget and your heart is growing cold
And your past is justa bedroom full of implements of cruelty
And a list will bind your eyes as you grow old
And you want to join the laughter sharing simple shreds of feeling
But you fidget and your heart is growing cold
La la lala... oh...

 

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The Never-ending Story

The Never-ending Story

When all should be done and gone,
He comes round again to see,
He can't keep himself away.
He touches her hand and it starts again.
His work is an ugly mess.
He prods and it cries in pain.
He kicks and it starts to scream.
He hurries away when she cannot see.
When all should be done and gone,
He comes round again to see,
He can't keep himself away.
He touches her hand and it
Starts again.
Moving so slowly,
Droplets of kindness
That poison and choke
When this thing should have died long ago.
The entrails are soft and warm,
This time it must be the end.
One touch and it lives again.
He keeps it alive to be part of its pain
And that's mercy.
And that's compassion.
And that's being good friends in a crisis.
What's one corpse between friends?

Oh
Oh-oh-oh...
Leave it, boy.
Just leave it alone.
Stop scratching, or it'll never heal.
Just let it lie in peace.
Get out of the way,
Get out of the way,
The brakes cannot last for long.
He knows he must let it go,
He knows but he keeps a hold.
He touches her hand and it
Starts again.

Ah!
Ah!
Ah!
Moving so slowly,
He drops it so gently,
Urging its life
Stop scratching, or it'll never heal.
Just let it lie in peace.
Get out of the way,
Get out of the way,
The brakes cannot last for long.
He knows he must let it go,
He knows but he keeps a hold.
He touches her hand and it
Starts again.

Ah!
Ah!
Ah!
Moving so slowly,
He drops it so gently,
Urging its life
To a peak to torment it again!

 

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The Trees

The Trees

I took an air-rifle, shot a magpie to the ground & it died without a sound.
Your skin so pale against the fallen Autumn leaves & no-one saw us but the trees.
Yeah, the trees, those useless trees produce the air that I am breathing.
Yeah, the trees, those useless trees; they never said that you were leaving.
I carved your name with a heart just up above - now swollen, distorted, unrecognisable; like our love.
The smell of leaf mould & the sweetness of decay are the incense at the funeral procession here, today.
In the trees, those useless trees, etc.
You try to shape the world to what you want the world to be.
Carving your name a thousand times won't bring you back to me.
Oh no, no I might as well go & tell it to the trees.
Go & tell it to the trees, yeah
You try to shape the world to what you want the world to be.
Carving your name a thousand times won't bring you back to me.
Oh no, no I might as well go & tell it to the trees.
Go & tell it to the trees, yeah

 

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The Will To Power

The Will To Power

Walking from the scene of some humiliation feeling like a dog.
Walking from the scene of some romantic triumph feeling like god.
Walk towards the small town lights, felt brighter than the lot of them,
Can have anything, can never fail.
The will to power, the force of destiny and efficiency.
Generations glimpse the high pitch, play it for real,
Four billion spectators look on;
Judging, analysing, losing; sinking, swimming, striving, longing, failing.
Weak flesh projected through europe on speed of all the needs;
Suck and sate, forces of fate.
A polemic, a sharp cutter, a fashion, a spirit, a simplicity.
The only choice, the only voice, in the darkness.
The only choice, the only voice.
1933, where are you now?
Where are the broken bottles?
Wheres the toffs slumming it?
Wheres the fanaticism?
Wheres truth and beauty?
Walk towards the small town lights, felt brighter than the lot of them,
Can have anything, can never fail.
The will to power, the force of destiny and efficiency.
Generations glimpse the high pitch, play it for real,
Four billion spectators look on;
Judging, analysing, losing; sinking, swimming, striving, longing, failing.
Weak flesh projected through europe on speed of all the needs;
Suck and sate, forces of fate.
A polemic, a sharp cutter, a fashion, a spirit, a simplicity.
The only choice, the only voice, in the darkness.
The only choice, the only voice.
1933, where are you now?
Where are the broken bottles?
Wheres the fanaticism?
Wheres truth and beauty?
Four billion spectators look on;
Judging, analysing, losing; sinking, swimming, striving, longing, failing.
Weak flesh projected through europe on speed of all the needs;
Suck and sate, forces of fate.
A polemic, a sharp cutter, a fashion, a spirit, a simplicity.
The only choice, the only voice, in the darkness.
The only choice, the only voice.
1933, where are you now?
Where are the broken bottles?
Wheres the fanaticism?
Wheres truth and beauty?
Wheres truth and beauty?

 

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There Was

There Was

We're talking again
Smiling and laughing
Ignoring the past
Well I hope you're happy
I know there was something
Please don't let it die away
I know what you're thinking
I know what you want to say
I won't give it names
For names have no uses
Just shots in the dark or easy excuses
I know there was something
Please don't let it die away
I know what you're thinking
I know what you want to say
Lala lala...

I know there was something
Please don't let it die away
I know what you're thinking
I know what you want to say
I know what you're thinking
I know what you want to say
Lala lala...

I know there was something
Please don't let it die away
I know what you're thinking
I know what you want to say

 

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There's No Emotion

There's No Emotion

As I lay
Down in the bedroom,
There came a sound
From far away.
As I strained
My ears to listen
I could hear
A thin voice say:

"In your heart
There's no emotion,
And your soul,
Your soul just dried away.
There's no love,
No love left in your body;
Standing empty forever,
And colder
Every day."

So I spent
A night without you,
Oh yes, I spent
A night outdoors.
Staring in
To unknown faces,
Trying to feel
Just like before.

In your heart
There's no emotion,
And your soul,
Your soul just dried away.
There's no love,
No love left in your body;
Standing empty forever,
And colder every day.

Oh yeah.
No I don't
Believe in voices,
Because I hear
Them all the time,
Scraping tears
From hardened faces
With their stupid ugly rhymes.

In your heart
There's no emotion,
And your soul,
Your soul just dried away.
There's no love,
No love left in your body;
Standing empty forever,
And colder every day.
Standing empty forever,
And colder every day.

And this is where the story starts,
Holding hands
That hold you forever,
Only love
Will keep you together.
Holding hands
That hold you forever,
Holding hands
That throw you forever
Away,
Away,
In your heart
There's no emotion,
And your soul,
Your soul just dried away.
There's no love,
No love left in your body;
Standing empty forever,
And colder every day.
Standing empty forever,
And colder every day.

And this is where the story starts,
Holding hands
That hold you forever,
Only love
Will keep you together.
Holding hands
That hold you forever,
Holding hands
That throw you forever
Away,
Away,
Oh