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I woke up in the morning
and all the bells were ringing
My eyes could see the glory
Baby

Could hear the song they're singing
You only get to see the light
just one time in your life
Oh, black magic
that blows your mind away
and takes you somewhere that you wanna stay
You only get to stay one day
Oh, that cold black magic

Is there anything more wretched
than to just have caught one sight?
The eyes that saw the glory have been
have been blinded by the light

And it's the true believers that crash and burn
But there ain't no way I'm ever gonna learn
Black magic
that blows your mind away
and takes you somewhere that you wanna stay
Oh, you only get to stay one day
Oh, that cold black magic
Ow

We can't escape; we're born to die
But I'm gonna give it a real good try
because nothing comes close and nothing can compare
to black magic
Yeah yeah yeah

Black magic
Yeah yeah yeah
 
Six filthy children
from six absent fathers

And then you turn
to us for succour
because you think
we're just suckers

We may be welfare, oh yeah,
but we don't care
and we get paid to despise
your council house eyes

You can change your name
you can bleach your skin
camouflage your accent
so that even you don't recognise it

But you won't escape
from the slum mums
because you are one
because you live and breathe like one

And the Labour government
can't stand the slum mums
It's ingrained
underneath your fingernails

The office of the
Social Service
is strategically placed
in a dowdy, rowdy part of town
to discourage you
from signing

We make you feel
as if you're whining
when you claim
what's legally yours

You can change your name
and you can bleach your skin
camouflage your accent
so that even you don't recognise it

But you won't escape
from the slum mums
because you are one
because you live and breathe like one

And the Labour government
can't stand the slum mums
It's ingrained
underneath your fingernails

Take you and your rat pack brood
to the long grass of the meadow
administer seven doses lethal and illegal
which may render you elsewhere
 
Well, you can stay all night if you want to
You can hang out with all of his friends
You can go and meet his mother and father
Hmm, you better make sure that's where it ends

'cause baby, there's one thing that you gotta know:
Let him read your palm and guess your sign
Let him take you home and treat you fine
But baby -
Don't let him waste your time
Don't let him waste your time

'cause the years fly by in an instant
And you wonder what he's waiting for
Oh, then some skinny bitch walks by in some hot pants
And he's a-running out the door

So remember that one thing that you gotta know:
Let him read your palm and guess your sign
Let him take you home and treat you so fine
But baby -
Don't let him waste your time
Don't let him waste your time

You ain't getting no younger
And you've got nothing to show
So tell him that it's now or never
And then -
Go go go go go

He can have his space
Yeah, he can take his time
Now he can kiss you where the sun don't shine
Oh baby -
Don't let him waste your time
Don't let him waste your time
Don't let him waste your time
Don't let him waste your time
Don't let him waste your time
No, don't let him waste your time
No, don't let him waste your time
No, don't let him waste your time
No, don't let him waste your time
 
this song makes me :-D

Did I slip? I know I stumbled
Did I trip? cause I know I fell
Alls I know is Ill wake up here in my clothes tomorrow
But oh, girl I wish I knew you well
But oh, girl I wish I knew you well
But Im just sayin hi, to your answering bell

Did I run? I thought I was walkin
Through your inexhaustible gale
The names are changed but the constellations
Are still fallin
Oh girl, if you could only tell
Oh girl, if you could only tell
But Im just sayin hi

Let your tears fall and touch my skin
Then your thunderclouds could rage and wail
I will collect them all for you in butterfly jars
And oh girl, Ill build your wishing well
Oh girl, Ill build your wishing well
But Im just sayin hi, to your answering bell

Did I sleep? cause I musta been dreamin
Did I weep? cause I cried like hell
Alls I want is your fortress of tears to crumble

And oh girl, Id tear em down myself
And oh girl, the storys they could tell
But Im just sayin hi
 
The singer out of Slipknot went to rome to see The Pope
The singer out of Slipknot went to rome to see The Pope
The singer out of Slipknot went to rome to see The Pope
And The Pope said to his aide . .

Who the fucking hell are Slipknot?
Who the fucking hell are Slipknot?
Who the fucking hell are Slipknot?
In relation to me getting out of bed
 
I fancy i'll open a stationers,
Stock quaint notepads for weekend pagans,
While you were out at the Rollright stones,
I came and set fire to your shed,

Cos you probably work in an all night garage,
you probably work in an all night garage,
You probably work in an all night garage with Talk radio on,

And you Curse my soul if i dont want petrol,
Curse my soul if i dont want petrol,
I only came down for a tube of pringles,
Sour Cream 'n' Chive,

And because yo've got to get up off your fat arse to go and get my crisps,
And you've gotta go around the counter,
And its really ... Inconvienient,
And when you come back you toss them into the sliding metal tray device thingy that separates us,
And you say one pound thirty five,
As opposed to That'll be one pound thirty five please sir,


This is of course done to annoy me,
But has the opposite affect of amusing me no end,
Because suddenly i've got other things to buy,

I'll two scotch eggs and a jar of marmite,
two scotch eggs and a jar of marmite,
two scotch eggs and a jarof marmite,
What sandwhiches have you got?

Well now you become quite irate,
and your voice becomes louder and you start to sound like Lead Valley at the depot,

I GOT HAM,

I GOT CHEESE,

I GOT CHICKEN,

I GOT BEEF,

I GOT TUNA SWEETCORN

I GOT TUNA SWEETCORN,

I'll have ten kitkats and a motoring atlas,
ten kitkats and a motoring atlas,
And a blue cd on the hallmark label,
thats sure to be good,

Oh he went to play golf on a sunday morning,
Just a mile and a half from town,
His head was found on the driving range,
And his body has never been found
 
it is for me the eventual truth
of that look of the lioness to her man across the Nile
it is that look of the lioness to her man across the Nile
wanna feel my heart break if it must break in your jaws
want you to lick my blood off your paws
you can't get here fast enough
I will swim to you
whether you save you me
whether you savage me
want my last look to be the moon in your eyes
want my heart to break if it must break in your jaws
want you to lick my blood off your paws
it is for me the eventual truth
it is that look of the lioness to her man across the Nile
and you can't get here fast enough
I will swim to you
 
David's on piano, and I may play on a drum
And we'll try to make the music work, we'll try to have some fun
But I just can't help thinking that if you were here with me
I'd get all my thoughts in focus and play more excitingly
I love you still - Caroline
I want you still - Caroline
I need you still - Caroline

If you call this sentimental crap you'll make me mad
Cause you know that I would not sing about some passing fad
And if my attempts at rhyming aren't convincing to your ear
Then memories betray you through the passing of the year
I love you still - Caroline
I want you still - Caroline
I need you still - Caroline

You must think it doubtful that I mean the words I sing
Or that all attempts to reach you this way could not mean a thing
But you must admit we both thought we'd be man and wife
And that I could make you happy for the best part of your life
I love you still - Caroline
I love you still - Caroline
 
I'm getting near my destination
A slow train crawl
Like a fool I nearly miss the station
It's grown so small
Not betting on an easy landing
Out of the blue
These shuttered houses and a clock still standing at 1962

Waiting for the ferry, tickets in their hand
Good people that were never out of sight of land
Waiting for the ferry, tickets in their hand
Good people that you knew would never understand

And we're all on board
It's not very far to ride
Your river is not like Jordan
We'll meet on the other side

A stony church where lovers lingered
In years gone by
The hand of God still points a finger
Across the sky
A stony road to no salvation
Who sheds a tear?
I think that both of us were looking for a short cut out of here

Waiting for the ferry, tickets in our hand
Good people that were never out of sight of land
Waiting for the ferry, tickets in our hand
Good people that you knew would never understand

Could've brought you whisky, could've brought you wine
The only thing I can't bring is time, time, time

And we're all on board
It's not very far to ride
Your river is not like Jordan
We'll meet on the other side
 
Threw my bad fortune
Off the top of
A tall building
But I'd rather have done it with you

Your boy's smile
Five in the morning
Looked into your eyes
And I was really in love

In Chinatown
Hungover
You showed me
Just what I could do

Talking about
Time travel
And the meaning
And just what it was worth

And I feel like some bird of paradise
My bad fortune slipping away
And I feel the innocence of a child
Everybody's got something good to say

Things I once thought
Unbelievable
In my life
Have all taken place

When we walked through
Little Italy
I saw my reflection
Come right off your face

I paint pictures
To remember
You're too beautiful
To put into words

Like a gypsy
You dance in circles
All around me
And all over the world

And I feel like....

So I take my
Good fortune
And I fantasize
Of our leaving
Like some modern-day
Gypsy landslide

Like some modern-day
Bonnie and Clyde
On the run again
 
It's time the tale were told
Of how you took a child
And you made him old

It's time the tale were told
Of how you took a child
And you made him old
You made him old

Reel around the fountain
Slap me on the patio
I'll take it now
Oh ...

Fifteen minutes with you
Well, I wouldn't say no
Oh, people said that you were virtually dead
And they were so wrong

Fifteen minutes with you
Oh, well, I wouldn't say no
Oh, people said that you were easily led
And they were half-right
Oh, they ... oh, they were half-right, oh
 
Save your sweet talk for when you score
Keep your Monday kisses for your glass lady
I want the truth and nothing more
I'm moving on, moving on you're getting phony
You didn't have to tell a white lie
You knew you scored me for life
Don't stick your finger in my pie
You know I'll see through your jive
I want the truth and nothing more
I'm moving, moving on we're getting phony
When you were angry you had love in your eyes
When you were sad you had dream in your voice
But now you're giving me your window smile
I'm moving on, moving on it's getting phony
Moving onnnnnnnnnn!
 
You're a beautiful boy
With all your little toys
Your eyes have seen the world
Though you're only four years old
And your tears are streaming
Even when you're smiling
Please never be afraid to cry

You're a beautiful boy
With all your little ploys
Your mind has changed the world
And you're now forty years old
You got all you can carry

And still feel somehow empty
Don't ever be afraid to fly

All you beautiful boys
Creating multiple plays
You like to fence in your world
And settle down when you're old
You can run from pole to pole
And never scratch your soul
Don't be afraid to go to hell and back
Don't be afraid to go to hell and back
Don't be afraid to be afraid
 
Were caught in a trap
I cant walk out
Because I love you too much baby

Why cant you see
What youre doing to me
When you dont believe a word I say?

We cant go on together
With suspicious minds
And we cant build our dreams
On suspicious minds

So, if an old friend I know
Drops by to say hello
Would I still see suspicion in your eyes?

Here we go again
Asking where Ive been
You cant see these tears are real
Im crying

We cant go on together
With suspicious minds
And be cant build our dreams
On suspicious minds

Oh let our love survive
Or dry the tears from your eyes
Lets dont let a good thing die

When honey, you know
Ive never lied to you
Mmm yeah, yeah
 
Like a Night Club in the morning, you’re the bitter end.
Like a recently disinfected shit-house, you’re clean round the bend.
You give me the horrors
too bad to be true
All of my tomorrow’s
are lousy coz of you.
You put the Shat in Shatter
Put the Pain in Spain
Your germs are splattered about
Your face is just a stain

You’re certainly no raver, commonly known as a drag.
Do us all a favour, here... wear this polythene bag.

You’re like a dose of scabies,
I’ve got you under my skin.
You make life a fairy tale... Grimm!

People mention murder, the moment you arrive.
I’d consider killing you if I thought you were alive.
You’ve got this slippery quality,
it makes me think of phlegm,
and a dual personality
I hate both of them.

Your bad breath, vamps disease, destruction, and decay.
Please, please, please, please, take yourself away.
Like a death a birthday party,
you ruin all the fun.
Like a sucked and spat our smartie,
you’re no use to anyone.
Like the shadow of the guillotine
on a dead consumptive’s face.
Speaking as an outsider,
what do you think of the human race

You went to a progressive psychiatrist.
He recommended suicide...
before scratching your bad name off his list,
and pointing the way outside.

You hear laughter breaking through, it makes you want to fart.
You’re heading for a breakdown,
better pull yourself apart.

Your dirty name gets passed about when something goes amiss.
Your attitudes are platitudes,
just make me wanna piss.

What kind of creature bore you
Was is some kind of bat
They can’t find a good word for you,
but I can...
TWAT.

LYRICS © JOHN COOPER CLARKE
 
Take me now baby here as I am
Pull me close, try and understand
Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe
Love is a banquet on which we feed

Come on now try and understand
The way I feel when I'm in your hands
Take my hand come undercover
They can't hurt you now,
Can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us

Have I doubt when I'm alone
Love is a ring, the telephone
Love is an angel disguised as lust
Here in our bed until the morning comes
Come on now try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand as the sun descends
They can't touch you now,
Can't touch you now, can't touch you now
Because the night belongs to lovers ...

With love we sleep
With doubt the vicious circle
Turn and burns
Without you I cannot live
Forgive, the yearning burning
I believe it's time, too real to feel
So touch me now, touch me now, touch me now
Because the night belongs to lovers ...

Because tonight there are two lovers
If we believe in the night we trust
Because tonight there are two lovers ...

Damn, I'd forgotten how much I liked that song!
 
Say you're looking for a place to go
Where nobody knows your name
You're looking for oblivion
With one
Eye on the hall of fame

I don't wanna face it oh no
I don't wanna face it no no no no
Well I can dish it out
But I just can't take it

Say you're looking for some peace and love
Leader of a big old band
You wanna save humanity
But it's people that you just can't stand

I don't wanna face it oh no
I don't wanna face it no no no no
Well I can sing for my supper
But I just can't make it

Well now you're lookin' for a world of truth
Trying to find a better way
The time has come to see yourself
You always look the other way

I don't wanna face it oh no
I don't wanna face it no no no no
Well I can see the promised land
And I know I can make it!

I don't wanna face it I know
I don't wanna face it oh no
I don't wanna face it oh no
I don't wanna face it

I don't wanna face it

I just can't face it no more
Every time I look in the mirror
I don't see anybody there
 
Everybody's talking and no one says a word
Everybody's making love and no one really cares
There's nazis in the bathroom just below the stairs.

Always something happening and nothing going on
There's always something happening cooking and nothing in the pot
They're starving back in China so finish what you got.
They're starving back in China so finish what you got.

Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Strange days indeed
strange days indeed.

Everybody's runnin' and no one makes a move
Everyone's a winner
and no one seems to lose.
There's a little yellow idol to the north of Katmandu.
Everybody's flying and no one leaves the ground
Everybody's crying and no one makes a sound.
There's a place for us in movies you just gotta lay around.

Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Strange days indeed
most peculiar
Mama.

Everybody's smoking and no one's getting high
Everybody's flying and never touch the sky
There's Ufo's over New York and I ain't too surprised.

Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Strange days indeed
most peculiar. Mama.
 
Goodbye my friend I hate to see you go
You brought me down the stars
The last one in the world
I hear you cry
But let's not waste this night
The last one in the world

Within your lonely room
I hear you whisper see you soon
I sense a dying spark
I watch you falling through the dark

Goodbye my friend, thank you for the dream
The last one in the world
I hear you cry
But let's not waste this night
The last one in the world

And I listen to you call
I hardly hear you at all
I walk the quiet night
Watch the river rolling by

The last one in the world (4x's)


*sobs...*:oops:
 
Can you tell what's on my mind
She's with him it's driving me wild
I'd like to hit him on the head until he's dead
The sight of blood is such a high
Ooooohhhh
He gives me head

We made it on a ballroom blitz
I took his arms and kissed his lips
He looked at me with such a smile my face turned red
We booked a room into the ritz
Ooooohhhh
He gives me head

Jet boy jet girl
I'm gonna take you 'round the world
Jet boy i'm gonna make you penetrate
I'm gonna make you be a girl
Ooooohhhh
Jet boy jet girl

I know i'm only just fifteen
I like to kick i like to scream
And even if i had a kick or two in bed with him
You know it's just a dream
Ooooohhhh
He gives me head

Jet boy jet girl
I'm gonna take you 'round the world
Jet boy i'm gonna make you penetrate
I'm gonna make you be a girl
Ooooohhhh
Jet boy jet girl

The other day what a suprise
I saw him with some other guys
Got leave his dress off with a girl around his neck
I could have cried with both my eyes
Ooooohhhh
He gives me head

And if and when i make it though
Or if my brains black and blue
And when the world trusts you to foget all that
You know i'll still remember you
Ooooohhhh
You gave me head

Jet boy jet girl
I'm gonna take you 'round the world
Jet boy i'm gonna make you penetrate
I'm gonna make you be a girl
Ooooohhhh
Jet boy jet girl

*stops crying and pogos around the living room*
 
Been listening to just this bit of a song, cos i love the poetry of it:- (prize to who can tell me what song it is)

The drums march along at the clip of an I.V. drip
Like sparks from a muffler dragged down the strip
 
D'wards said:
Been listening to just this bit of a song, cos i love the poetry of it:- (prize to who can tell me what song it is)

The drums march along at the clip of an I.V. drip
Like sparks from a muffler dragged down the strip
Click to expand...

Its called 'People' and its by......ummmm..............who the fuck is it by?:confused:
 
We're gonna hang out the washing on the Siegfried line
Have you any dirty washing, mother dear?
We're gonna hang out the washing on the Siegfried line
‘Cause the washing day is here.

Whether the weather may be wet or fine
We'll just ride along without a care
We're gonna hang out the washing on the Siegfried line
If that Siegfried line's still there

Mother dear, I'm writing you from somewhere in France
Hoping this finds you well.
Sergeant says I'm doing fine - a soldier and a half
Here's a song that we all sing
This'll make you laugh...
 
See me in me heels and ting
Dem check sey we hip and ting
True them no know and ting
We have them going and ting
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots

See me pon the road I hear you call out to me
True you see mi inna pants and ting
See mi in a 'alter back
Sey mi gi' you heart attack
Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist
Uptown Top Ranking

See mi in mi Benz and ting
Drivin' through Constant Spring
Them check sey me come from cosmo spring
But a true dem no know and ting
Dem no know sey we top ranking
Uptown Top Ranking

Shoulda see me and the ranking dread
Check how we jamming and ting
Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots

Watch how we chuck it and ting
Inna we khaki suit and ting
Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots

Love inna you heart dis a bawl out fe me
When you see me inna pants and ting
See me inna 'alter back
Sey me gi' you heart attack
Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist
Uptown Top Ranking

See mi pon the road and hear you call out to me
True you see me in me pants and ting
See me inna 'alter back
Sey me gi' you heart attack
Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist
Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist
Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots

You shoulda see me and the ranking dread,
Check how we jamming and ting
Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots
 
On the English Riviera with the penguins and the waders.
In a chip shop on the front with the tacky seaside traders.
In a flooded cottage kitchen by the fire that you built.
In a B & B in Peebles, underneath a hired kilt.
In Barnardo's, Cancer Research, in Shelter and Oxfam.
In a quiet pub in Skipton, on a rusty Blackpool tram.
The Pleasure Beach and Coral Island, at the end of the North Pier.
On the moors with the wild ponies and the sheep shit and the deer.
In a corner of the Sub Club. On the Art School's old dance floor.
In the hall and in the bath, just outside the downstairs door.
On a hillside in the Trossachs, on the busy NY streets, in a hotel by a park, it's written in the sheets.
In the sand at Ilfracombe, halfway up the A82, the tallest cinema in Europe, standing sighing in the queue.
The all-night garages of Glasgow, the freezing streets of Aberdeen, in every corner, every room and every bed we've ever been.
That's where we've left our love.
 
This here finger of mine
Is gonna point to the beat, right on time
This finger points in a brand new dance
This finger points for a new romance

This here finger's got no ring
It'll point at anything
This finger points gonna pop tonight
Gonna point at the best girl in sight

Don't talk shop
Fingerpop
Don't talk shop
Fingerpop

Girls, girls round the floor
Are you wondering what you came for
Why do these boys stand in groups
Are they urban tribes or fighting troops

Girls, girls it's time to act
Time to beat gonna(?) make contact
Make it plain and make it clear
Just point out who you want to hear

Don't talk shop
Round the house
Fingerpop
Dont' talk shop
Be boy, girl
Man or mouse

Don't talk shop
Fingerpop
Don't talk shop
Fingerpop

Boys, boys cat got your tongue
Can't you see she's the prettiest one
Better act like your real hurt
Just turn around kickin' the dirt

This here (???) is on selling street
Tell the girl who you want to meet
This here finger gonna point tonight
Gonna point at the best girl in sight

Gonna move
Gonna move
Gonna move
Gonna move

Girls, girls go around the floor

Can't remember what you came here for

Don't talk shop
Fingerpop
Don't talk shop
Fingerpop

This here finger of mine
Gonna point to the beat, right on time
This finger points in a brand new dance
This finger points for a new romance

This here finger's got no ring
And it gets to point at anything
This finger points gonna pop tonight
Gonna point at the best girl in sight
 
I went down to the river
To meet the widow
She gave me an apple
And it was red

I slept in her black arms
For a century
She wanted nothing in return
I gave her nothing in return

The ghost of her husband
Beautiful as a horse
Pulled up an apple cart
Full of millions of red apples for us
Full of millions of red apples for us

I went down to the river
To meet the widow
She gave me an apple
And it was red

I slept in her black arms
For a century
She wanted nothing in return
I gave her nothing in return

I went down to the river
To meet the widow
 
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