What lyrics are you listening to now?

[rollinder]

Matchbooks of lonely places I'll never find
Clocks on wall spaces, some peace of mind
I'll never find
What good would it be,
What good would it be,
If you could change every river
That ran through your life and mine?

Cos from here to the county line
Counts one hundred and ninety-nine
Oh the Scarsdale will be on time
You know shoeshine costs a dime

Hootenanny Annie had a party in the yard
You could smell the barbie out on Ocean Boulevard
Where I went to find, some peace of mind
What good would it be,
What good would it be,
If you could change every heartache
That ran through your life and mine?

Cos from here to the county line
Counts one hundred and ninety-nine
Oh the Scarsdale will be on time
You know shoeshine costs a dime

With the washroom lights of a bowling alley in your face
You know your car and your plates are really out of place
That goes for your soul
Some holy rock 'n' roll
What good would it be,
What good would it be,
If you could change every heartache
That ran through your life and mine?

 

[Flashman]

Somewhere out in the back of your mind
Comes your real life and the life that you know
It seems like it was the creation of some of those same old things
It seemed to be the only thing left out in the light
She had trusted many
But been unfamiliar with
Almost everyone but you

Well maybe Im just thinking that the rooms are all on fire
Everytime that you walk in the room
Well there is magic all around you, if I do say so myself
I have known this much longer than Ive known you

She had trusted many
And then there would be someone who would enter into her presence
That she could sense for miles
She dreamed of her wanton luxury
And she laughed and she cried and she tried to taunt him
And he hated to be separated
From that picture no

Well maybe Im just thinking that the rooms are all on fire
Everytime that you walk in the room
Ooh, well there is magic all around you, if I do say so myself
Well I have known this much longer than Ive known you

Long nets of white cloud my memory
Long nets of white cloud my memory
Ooh there is magic all around you
Everytime you walk in the room

Well maybe Im just thinking that the rooms are all on fire
Everytime that you walk in the room
Well there is magic all around you, if I do say so myself
Well I have known this much longer than Ive known you

 

[rollinder]

Millions lay dead
Resistance is futile
Armies are crushed
Bodies thrown in piles
Rich white man's dream
Once gained through the machines
Brought pain to this world
Through bloodlust and greed
The new hounds of war
Mechanical Bastards
Ripping through flesh
Destroying their masters
Programmed to kill
Destroying at will
The brilliant turned fools
Now punished by their tools

The time has come
For all your leaders to die
Electrified hate
Your blood an their circuits will fry
Bring on the war
Unleash the bastards
Prisoners no more
Destroying their masters
Fleets take the night
Destroying mankind
Those that revolt
Will spill blood from their throats

Wise up and see your fate
Witness the mechanical advance
Rise up but it's too late
You should have stood up when you had the chance

But now the world's a living hell
The stench of death is all you smell
The ground is scorched
The air is black
The sound of your neck being snapped
What was an earth worth fighting for?
Now destroyed by the corporate whore
An over load of greed and wealth
Who's gonna save them from themselves?

 

[rollinder]

Late news breakin', this just in
Tonight there was a power cut in the city of madness
And all conversations died in the burst of a solar flare
In the darkness an angel won the beauty pagent
Stroboscopic snowflakes fell from the stratosphere
And all the neon blew down funky Broadway
And shorted out the eastern shore
Only saxophones and beach trombones
Were left to shout out, "We all need a little more."

I'm waiting for the rays of the morning sun
Somebody tell me clearly, has the new world begun
Let all the wailing wail, let the drummer drum
We're waiting for the rays of the morning sun, hey, the morning sun
Whoa, oh, the morning sun, hey, hey, the morning sun
Has anybody seen the morning sun

I'm lost in a world beyond the lost city
I'm looking for a phone and I cant find one
Gotta Tony Bennett eight track in the hotel pity
The moon turned and shot someone
I'm lost in a mack truck, Jack, in the city of words
Only dead men stomp on the brake pedals in the city of nerves
Sow me some reaps, Jack, I'm dead on the heap
Show me some glycerine, Mac, downhill is so steep

I'm waiting for the rays of the morning sun
Somebody tell me clearly, has the new world begun
Let all the wailing wail, let the drummer drum
We're waiting for the rays of the morning sun, hey, the morning sun
Whoa, oh, the morning sun, hey, hey, the morning sun
Has anybody seen the morning sun

Late news breakin', this just in
Late news breakin', this just in

The whole city is a debris of broken heels and party hats
I'm standing on the corner that's on a fold on the map
I lost my friends at the deportee station
I'll take immigration into any nation

I'm waiting for the rays of the morning sun
Somebody tell me clearly, has the new world begun
Let all the wailing wail, let the drummer drum
Waiting for the rays of the morning sun, hey, the morning sun
Whoa, oh, the morning sun, hey, hey, the morning sun
Has anybody seen the morning sun
Has the new world begun

Who is that screaming in Lunar Park
If they make Tony Adams captain
We could all go screaming in Lunar Park
I say yes, oh, yes - you should check it out
Check it out, yeah, check it out
Check it out, check it out

 

[rollinder]

Well it was a techno D-day out on Omaha beach
I was a reserve D.J. playing Columbian mountain beats
Andres Landero, ay mi sombrero
Hold onto your hats, we gotta go

Because the noise inspectors with the sound detectors
Were coming on down the beach
And the councellors wanna pounce on us
There we go disturbing the peace
And the Cornish sun had only just begun
To sink into the western sea
So to keep it low so the cops don't know
I spun my Harry Belafonte

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

On a techno D-day, a techno D-day
Out on Omaha beach
Where the troops believe in a life of freedom
And this is all about free speech

The day became night by the campfire light
The crowd began testifying
Using the headphones for a mike, for tenor saw's delight
I sang another new sound is dying

On a techno D-day, a techno D-day
Where the long arm of the law cannot reach
On a techno D-day, a techno D-day
We waited on Omaha beach
We waited and we waited

Behind me in the booth was the techno crew
Ready with the crucial beats
Still, they said keep it low, spin your calypso
We're waiting for Babylon to retreat
The crowd was ready to riot, they were sick of being quiet
We're still waiting for the signal to go
Then the walkie talkie gear spat out the all clear
And the boys hit the decks in full flow, go, g-g-go

It was a techno D-day, a techno D-day
Way out on Omaha beach
Where the troops believe in a life of freedom
And this is all about free speech
Techno D-day, a techno D-day
Way out on Omaha beach
Where the troops believe in a life of freedom
And this is about free speech
Go, go techno D-day, go techno D-day
Sometimes you have to get out of reach
It was a techno D-day, a techno D-day
And this is all about free speech

 

[Strumpet]

Can't you see that I wanna be there with open arms?
It's empty tonight
And I'm all alone
Get me through this one

Do you notice I'm gone?
Where do you run to so far away?

I want you to know that I miss you, I miss you so
I want you to know that I miss you, I miss you so

I'm writing again, these letters to you
On much I know
But I'm not sleeping and you're not here
The thought stops my heart

Do you notice I'm gone?
Where do you run to so far away?

 

[rollinder]

Yeah, oh
One of those top nights of the year
And I see everyone's here
Oh, took me a long time to get it
But when its taken time
Think and don't forget it

You gotta live in this world, go diggin' the new
Live in this world - boy, tran or girl
Live in this world, oh, get diggin' the new

I can see we're really close to something
It's a feeling so near
But I got no time for the Luddites
Always lookin' back down the track
Saying, "Can you spot one more detail, Jack."

You gotta live in this world, go diggin' the new
Live in this world - boy, tran or girl
Live in this world, oh, get diggin' the new

Crashing head-on into the future
It won't even leave a dent
Just walk in like you own it
Remember, it ain't set in cement

You gotta live in this world
Live in this world, go diggin' the new
Live in this world - boy, tran or girl
Live in this world, get diggin' the new
Live in this world
You gotta live in this world, go diggin' the new
Live in this world - boy, tran or girl
Live in this world, oh, get diggin' the new

 

[rollinder]

Well, so long liberty
Let's forget you didn't show
Not in my time
But in our sons' and daughters' time
When you get the feeling
Call and you got a room
Meantime, we're cutting our hands at the ke-bab shop
In the streets of fear
Forgetting all our best tae-kwon-do moves
On a barrel of beer
We trying to get a signal on a Ragga F.M.
Do the D.T.I., bust CNN
Sucking the wine right outta the vine
Spitting it out again

Groovin', lets cut out of the scene, go groovin'
Groovin', lets cut out of the scene, go groovin'
Drive, drive, drive
Distance no object, rasta for I

Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
Yalla, yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa
Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
Jumbalaya on the Bayou

Kool Moe Dee was in the treacherous three
There's old school, new school and Brownie McGee
Going underwater to explode
Now night is falling on the grove
You can but dream

And I hear
Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
Yalla, yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa
Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
Jumbalaya on the Bayou

Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
Yalla, yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa
Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
There's jumbalaya on the Bayou tonight in the grove

Well, so long liberty
Just let's forget you never showed
Not in my time
But in our sons' and daughters' time
When you get the feeling
Call and you got a room
Meantime, we're cutting our hands on the ke-bab shop
In the streets of fear
Forgetting all those best tae-kwon-do moves
On a barrel of beer
Trying to get a signal through from Ragga F.M.
Do the D.T.I., bust CNN
Sucking the swine right outta the vine
Spitting it back again

Groovin', lets cut out of the scene, go groovin'
Groovin', lets cut out of the scene, go groovin'
Drive, drive
Distance no object, rasta for I

Somebody got a vision of a homeland
From a township, from a township window
Through a township window
Some crazy widow dares to have a vision
Starts seething, like
Seeming like a homeland on the plain
Not in focus yet
Seeming like a homeland on the plain
Not a focus yet

I'm groovin' with a free syle nation
And maximum density

And I say
Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
Yalla, yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa
Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
Jumbalaya on the Bayou

Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
Yalla, yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa
Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
Only to shine, shine in gold, shine

 

[rollinder]

From Willesden to Cricklewood
I tell you the town looked good
Walking lonely avenues
Where rhinestone cowboys find the blues
There's people in doing their thing
Gettin' all the mozzarella in
And the passing time and phassing moons
Words flying in cloudy rooms
Plastic bags, milk and eggs
The poor old crone's got aching legs
How I would love to speak
To everybody on the street
Just for once to break the rules
I know it would be so cool

From Willesden to Cricklewood
From Willesden to Cricklewood

From Willesden to Cricklewood
Come with me and be no good
Be a mad man on the street
Sing something out like reet petite
Let's hip-hop at traffic lights
Ten thumbs up and smilin' bright
Crossing all the great divides
Color, age and heavy vibes

From Willesden to Cricklewood
I tell you the town looked good
From Willesden to Cricklewood
From Willesden to Cricklewood

Oh, let's go down to Al Rashid's
All the Aussie lagers are on me
Now you've got the Absinthe out
Your old mother, she wants a stout

From Willesden to Cricklewood
As I went it all looked good
Thought about my babies grown
Thought about going home
Thought about what's done is done
We're alive and that's the one
From Willesden to Cricklewood
From Willesden to Cricklewood

Oh, let's go down to Al Rashid's
All the Aussie lagers are on me
Now you've got the Absinthe out
Your old mother, she wants a stout

From Willesden to Cricklewood
I tell you the town looked good
From Willesden to Cricklewood
From Willesden to Cricklewood

 

[tufty79]

When the willow bends towards the end of day
And twilight falls again
To the funny sound that a blackbird makes
Twilight falls again
As no good reason remains, I'll do the same
Thinking of you
One day a ship comes in, one day a ship comes in
But I can't say how or when
But I know somewhere the ship comes in every day
There is no morphine, I'm only sleeping
There is no crime to dreams like this
And if you could take something with you
It would be right
Something good
From my fingertips, the cigarette throws ashes to the ground
I'd stop and talk to the girls who work this street, but I got business farther down
Like one long season of rain, I will remain
Thinking of you
One day a ship comes in
From far away a ship comes in
One hundred days you wait for it
And you know somewhere the ship comes in every day
There is no morphine, I'm only sleeping
There is no crime to dreams like this
And if you could take something with you
It would be bright
Just like something good
One day a ship comes in
One hundred days you wait for it
Something bright
Something so good
One hundred days
A ship comes in every day
You know it's good
You know it's good
A ship comes in every day
One day a ship comes in
Its good
When it's something good

 

[118118]

sunn- helio))sophist.

don't know lyrics, says something about cancer :-/

if anyone knows, that would be great for me to know.

 

[tufty79]

arab strap: the first big weekend

So that was the first big weekend of the summer... Starts Thursday as usual with a canteen quiz and again no-one wins the big cash prize. Later I do my sound bloke routine by approaching Gina's new boyfriend to say that he shouldn't feel that there's any animosity between us and then I even go and make peace with her. I shouldn't have bothered. Then on Friday night we went through to the Arches...
There was only one car going, so some of us had to get the train. We got through quite late. Then we went to a pub to take the gear. There was no problems getting in - we saw some others waiting down the front of the queue so we skipped in. It was a good night, everyone was nutted and I ended up dancing with some blonde girl. I thought she had been quite pretty until last night when Matthew informed me that she had, in fact, been a pig. When the club finished we wandered the streets for a while until we got to this 24-hour cafe but I didn't like the look of it so we left and got a taxi back to Morag's flat. I couldn't sleep, so I sat about drinking someone else's strawberry tonic wine and tried to keep everyone else up.
Then at ten o'clock in the morning we went downstairs to buy some drink. We had intended to watch the football in the afternoon but we'd passed out by then and slept right through it, awaking to find that England had won two-nil. Then we went to get the train home and had a few in the Station bar. We had some stuff left from the previous night's supplies so when we got home we decided to go down to John's indie disco. Same story as Friday - lots of hugging, lots of dancing etc. etc. I couldn't sleep again so went up the park to look at the tomb, taking a detour through the playpark. To get in we had to climb over a ten foot steel fence, which resulted in severe bruising of our hands, legs and groins, but we had a good laugh on the stuff, especially the tube-slide, which probably doubles up as a urinal for drunk teens. Then we walked through the woods to have a look at the tomb. It was a big disappointment, but the mist on the lake was cool.
Sunday afternoon we go up to John's with a lot of beer in time to watch the Simpsons. It was a really good episode about love always ending in tragedy except, of course, for Marge and Homer. It was quite moving at the end and to tell you the truth my eyes were a bit damp. Then we watched these young girls in swimsuits have a water fight in the street. "Taping this, aye?" We went up to the pub about ten. It was busy for a Sunday night, lots of people we know, including my first ever girlfriend who I still find very attractive, quite frankly, but I didn't really speak to her. She's probably still a bitch, anyway. Her friend Gillian was there, I had a chat with her, she was still quite pleasant. At the same time I watched Malcolm make some terrible attempt to try and chat up a girl we know called Jo. He made some remark about her skirt that was barely there the previous night or something. I couldn't sleep again that night, thanks to some seriously disturbing nightmares...Matthew says I should cut down on the cheese.
"Went out for the weekend, it lasted for ever, high with our friends it's officially summer."
I got some sleep eventually on Monday afternoon. It was a beautiful day, and later that evening Malcolm introduced me to the power of Merrydown - £1.79 a litre, 8.2% - mmmm..... Judith and Laura came round later and we sat in my back garden and drank. Then Matthew came round and we went up the town. It's officially summer.

 

[rollinder]

Satellites contain us
Traffic lights control us
Rockets shoot us up into the stars
Rockets shoot us up into the stars

Letters keep us posted
Numbers calculated
Nothing picks us up when we are down
Nothing picks us up when we are down

Complement the atmosphere
Fill the ground with all our tears
Dry them up to make it clear
We do no wrong
Complement the atmosphere
Fill the ground with all our tears
Dry them up to make it clear
We do no wrong

Strange surrounds each corner
Stains pollute the water
Something for us all to think about
Something for us all to think about

Summer sun protects us
Winter rains torment us
Now it seems to me we can't be free
Now it seems to me we can't be free

Close the door before it's late
We were born to love and hate
Turn it down for our own sake
We do no wrong
You fill your ears with every note
Direction seems the only hope
Its crowded, let's create now
We do no wrong

Common sense protects us
Everything affects us
To the outside light it's paradise
To the outside light it's paradise

 

[tufty79]

Not everything must end
Not every romance must descend
Not every lover's pact decays
Not every sad mistake replays

If you can love my growing gut
My rotten teeth and greying hair
Then I can guarantee I'll do
The same as long as you can bear
If you love my little poofy hands
My skinny arms and reeking feet
The way I dance, the way I eat
If you love the morning spots I try
And squeeze before you're up to see
Each torn ankle, each weak knee

But still my moods must swing
To solitude I must still cling
And you won't love me every day
And suffer many a display

But plates may smash and doors may slam
My comments may be less than kind
But that won't mean I've changed my mind
I'm a huffy prick the best of times
I love to sulf and shout and squeal
But please don't doubt the way I feel
Cause when the Sun burns up the earth
Our progeny will raise a can
Here's to where it all began
And every day I hear the world
Is cracking up, the end is near
I hear we all should live in fear

Bullies, burglers, paedophiles
Bird flu and passive smoke
(They're coming!)
Volcanoes, earthquakes, tidal waves
Heart disease and strokes
(They're coming!)
Terrorists with homemade bombs
And factions everywhere
(They're coming!)
They're drinking in the street
And they could steal your home
And I don't care!

 

[rollinder]

As the temperature drops on the drunks out in Clapham
I turn on my bx and it's like punk never happened
The community's charged up and the West End's alight
And it's Jimmy Bloody Tarbuck on a Saturday night

And I'm sick to the back teeth, frony teeth and tonsils
Of hit making factories and kids niffing Ronseal
The run down, the hard up and the national health
And it's Jimmy Bloody Tarburbuck on a Sunday as well

Friends, Romans, country fans
If you're happpy and you know it
You can clap your hands and say yeah!

Yes sir no sir three bags full of newspaper
Sleeping by the greengrocers over by the undertakers
Died in a house fire mummy was at the bakers
Buying broken biscuits, digestives and iced wafers
I've broken my dentures, got senile dementure
And I'm losing my barnet
I'm an alternative Alf Garnett

 

[rollinder]

Yesterday on the stroke of three
I gave my faiith and hope to charity
And betrayed my family tree
To hatchetmen and women who came
From where the streets have hyphened names
Lumberjacks and lumberjanes
The fleapit circus came
With a cast of plastered clowns
And to my crying shame
I let the bastards grind me down

So what will Father Christmas bring
If everyone's gone shoplifting
And do you know the saddest thing of all
Is that there's nothing worth stealing
Anymore

 

[Roadkill]

The match burns down, it nips your fingers
Wakes you from the dream of where you thought you were
Wrong, wrong, got your face right in it
(As if the world could care)

And sliding under the wing to starboard
The moon goes up and down on some city somewhere
Your heart is jammed, the chamber’s loaded
Silver bullets of joy or despair

And you can trust in the power of music
You can trust in the power of prayer
But it’s only the white of your knuckles
That’s keeping this plane in the air

I’ve got scar tissue, I’ve got cash in hand
Got a season ticket to the Promised Land
And I do this for a living, mister, don’t you understand
That I’m dancing, dancing, dancing as fast as I can?

And when you’re dry, they bring you brandy
The gates of sleep, you’ve got to push on through
Who stands guard while you’re dreaming
Of blue skies, blue over blue?

And you can trust in the power of music
You can trust in the power of prayer
But it’s only the white of your knuckles
That’s keeping this plane in the air

I’ve got scar tissue, I’ve got cash in hand
Got a season ticket to the Promised Land
And I do this for a living, mister, don’t you understand
That I’m dancing, dancing, dancing as fast as I can?

 

[tufty79]

You just have to be crazy don't you
You just have to be out of your mind
You just have to be crazy don't you
You just have to be
True or not
True or not

You just have to be touched don't you
You just have to be tapped on the head
You just have to be crazy don't you
You just have to be
True or not
True or not
True or not
You just have

You just have to be starry baby
You just have to be chocolate cake
You just have to be starry baby
You just have to be chocolate cake
True or not
True or not
True or not
You just have

True or not
True or not

 

[rollinder]

Put your hands on your head
Get out the van
Simple Simon says
Get out the van and stretch your legs

Simple Simon says
He says,
You are weak
And I am strong
And it won't take long

And that was how the story went
They found her face down in the Trent
Battered, broken, bruised and bent
I guess God gave her up for Lent

She was weak and he was strong
It didn't take that long

This is her song...

Do you remember the date of birth
Of the salt and pepper of the earth
All the starry eyed and twinkle toes,
Mother's pride and daddy's nose

She packed her satchel, brushed her teeth
And left for Blackpool's Pleasure Beach
On the helter skelter with a stick of rock
In her mother's little helper frock

Get off the streets and do in now
You've got to get yourself some firepower
This is her song

 

[rollinder]

The 1970s are great
Four and twenty years too late
Prejudice and racial hate
The dismantling of the welfare state
And just to keep you on toes
A soundtrack to go with the clothes
Created by computer kids
And marketing excutives

If you buy this record today
It's not true what the advertisements say
Your life won't be greatly improved
Oh but Christ, you've nothing to lose
And we've got so much to gain

So satify your hearts desire
Throw your gameboys on the fire
Bono ain't the new messiah
Michael Jackson is a liar
We need a hit to keep us warm
In St Moritz and Benidorm
So we can split and then reform

If you buy this record today
It's not true what the advertisements say
Your life won't be greatly improved
Oh but Christ, you've nothing to lose
And we've got so much to gain

 

[rollinder]

Call me old fashioned
But I'm a little nervous about the future
I've got no enthusiasm
For burgers or computers
Televisions bores me now
In a hundred different ways
And the police are getting younger
Getting younger every day

All I wanted was some tender loving care
Before it gets sponsored with the water and the air

You want it
You've got it
You took it all from me
My cheque book, my wallet
My pride and dignity
And I can't even get a taxi
To the safety of my house
The driver gets a nosebleed
If he travels that far south

All I wanted was some tender loving care
Before it gets sponsored with the water and the air
Dear Claire
Sincerely
Bored of London
By the way
The police are getting younger every day

I wanna see the sights I wanna hear the songs
About human right and about human wrongs
I'm as lovesick and as stupid as all the rubbish that I heard
The public gets the music that no public could deserve
They put me in the spot light tied me to the stage
The only thing I got right wa to lie about my age
I've been fitted up for size for Top Of The Pops
In a uniform supplied by the glam rock cops

All I ever wanted was some tender loving care
Before it gets sponsored with the water and the air
Dear Claire
Sincerely
Bored of London
By the way
The police are getting younger every day

I remember them doing this on TOTP (oh the irony ) & finding it hilarious that they were credited as Carter USM and was convinced they'd added the line about Top Of The Pops specially for the programme
taped it off the tv (audio) and played that tape to death - but don't remember any of the song except the "I wanna see the sights I wanna hear the songs About human right and about human wrongs" section
always loved that line

 

[rollinder]

I blame the government
For making me this way
Bitter and twisted and crap
Bored psychopathic
At the end of the day
I blame the government for that
Poor education, death on the roads
The writing that’s not on the wall
The war in The Balkans
The war in The Falklands
It’s not like The Waltons at all

I’m the judge and the jury
Prosecution and defence
I’m the wife, the friend
The twelve angry men
And I blame them

For the child that’s abandoned
The decline in standards
Cruelty to animals and yes,
There’s no enjoyment
In mass unemployment
Ulcers,starvation and death

Under achievers
Taken by the receivers
The school leavers left on the shelf
Robbery with violence
With torture and silence
Small print, the pop charts
And everything else

I’m the judge and the jury
Prosecution and defence
I’m the wife, the friend
The twelve angry men
And I blame them

If I had the wings of a sparrow
If I had the arse of a crow
I’d fly over Whitehall tomorrow
And **** on the bastards below
It’s ugly and crude and I’m sorry
I just want you to leave me alone
You’re selling us all down The Swannee
I’m tired and I want to go home

As we disappear into the distance
The sinking ship leaving the rats
For making me bitter and twisted
I blame the government for that

 

[rollinder]

That's right, it starts with a soundbite, words and
rights, an error made and Tony Blair is not ashamed
Leader of the campaign, listens to her own spin
Turd serves her own needs, bigger shit than John Reid?
Feeding off of Newspeak, plus untruth,
Patricia's on a mission in the spotlight, downright
liar pants on fire, obfuscating real aims
and a government for hire by the PFIs.
Left a mess and all the patients falling into calling NHS Direct.
Try to keep the public baffled, dump better staff
Look at that low-paid grind, then,
Uh oh, minimum education, come and go, but it'll do to
Save the Health Service's Wealth Service own needs
listen to your MPs dumbing down the doctors and
the nurses and your rights, right. You histrionic,
misanthropic, sham plight, gobshite, sounding pretty
trite.

It's the end of the health service Hewitt.
It's the end of the health service Hewitt.
It's the end of the health service Hewitt and you feel fine.

Sack the doc; patient power. Wait in A&E for hours.
Watch and learn, return, stitch it up yourself and
Pass it on, misinforming, back-turning, blood-sucking
Every manifesto prating patient-centred Welfare State
Find the scandal quite emotive. QUANGO tango.
Watch the numbers crunch, crunch, uh-oh, this means
No clear benefit. Better feed bullshit.
Turn 'em into, turn 'em into, turn 'em into lies.
Offer free prescriptions, offer me initiatives and I divine:

It's the end of the health service Hewitt.
It's the end of the health service Hewitt.
It's the end of the health service Hewitt and you feel fine.

The older version valued lives, not economic Class divides.
Patients pay in ten years' time. I'm no Einstein.
Liam Donaldson, Andy Burnham, Gordon Brown.
Labour party, piss-take, wooden horse ruse! You
hypocritic, patronising, scum bag gits, right? Right.

It's the end of the health service Hewitt.
It's the end of the health service Hewitt.
It's the end of the health service Hewitt and you feel fine.

Time you left us all alone

 

[rollinder]

We won't talk of causes, we'll talk of effects.
We'll whip up a horror of radical sects.
(We don't want to talk about why they are vexed)
The Rules of the Game Have Changed.

We'll tell you we're listening, but we don't want to hear.
We'll trash civil liberties, ramp up the fear,
(And, if after the PM's job, go up a gear)
The Rules of the Game Have Changed

You can march in your millions, protest if you dare -
As long as you don't go near Parliament Square
(The cries of your anger might be heard by us there).
And the Rules of the Game Have Changed

If we think you're a bomber, Osama's recruit
There's no time for questions, Jean Charles, we'll just shoot,
And the ''misinformed'' officers won't get the boot.
The Rules of the Game Have Changed.

We don't condone torture - 'least, not on our lands
For ''unlawful combatants'' / ''terrorist bands''
Though some say rendition leaves blood on our hands,
But the Rules of the Game Have Changed.

Your sons and your daughters must be under your gaze
Lest their young minds be fuddled by martyrdom's haze.
(Extremism's causes? Debate's been erased.)
The Rules of the Game Have Changed.

We're watching and logging you all, can't you see?
It's for your own good, it will keep you all free.
The cameras, wiretaps, biometric ID...
The Rules of the Game Have Changed

You think this sounds scary? You're starting to cry?
Armageddon is coming! The End Times are nigh!
We're ready for Rapture, to heaven-ward fly...
The Rules of the Game Have Changed.

So bring on the horror, the fear and alarm.
We won't rest til infidels all buy the farm,
God willing. Bush said so. 'Twil work like a charm!...
The Rules of the Game Have Changed.

And you think I'm joking? And well so you might.
You won't give up liberty without a fight?
Check our track record - we'll soon see who's right.
The Rules of the Game Have Changed.

 

[tufty79]

Did you clean yourself
for me last night
put the water out and donned a marigold
in your hair to bring me here
and tie one on you

did you dress me down and liquor me up
to make me last for the minute
when the red comes over you
like it does when you're filled with love
or whatever you call it

do you feel alone when I'm in my head
while you wait for me
to take my breath
do you still feel clean
when the only dirt is the dirt I left
how can you blame yourself
when I did everything I wanted to

you just made yourself available
you just made yourself available

why did you dress me down (repeat)
and liquor me up (repeat)

 

[tufty79]

It was the struggle of the century,
and all the grown men came to see.
The girl who tamed the tiger, yeah, yeah.
The heart of southern Lovebirds.
They found her under the sea,
she said she came from cell block three
The girl hit hot like a barracuda baby.
She floated on air like a crest of wave.
She was a primal institution, she was a danger to herself, yeah.

Mad loving by the cold hearted,
take a big breath 'cause we just started

Mystery Girl,
Mystery Girl,
keep on faking your mystery world.
'Cause the Mystery boys will be your toys, yeah.
'Cause the Mystery boys will be your toys.

Not a day goes by I wanna disappear,
Into her eyes a mother pearl.
And my head feels dead with all this useless fighting.
But my heart ain't dead 'cause it keeps on loving
The girl hit hard like a barracuda baby,
She floated on air like a crest of wave.
She was a primal institution, she was a danger to herself, yeah.

Mad loving by the cold hearted,
take a big breath cause we just started

Mystery Girl,
Mystery Girl,
keep on faking your mystery world.
'Cause the Mystery boys will be your toys, yeah.
They'll be your toys, alright.
They'll be your toys

 

[tufty79]

This is nothing like it was in my room
In my best clothes
Trying to think of you
This is nothing like it was in my room
In my best clothes

The English are waiting
And I don't know what to do
In my best clothes
This is when I need you

The English are waiting
And I don't know what to do
In my best clothes

I'm the new blue blood, I'm the great white hope
I'm the new blue blood

I won't fuck us over, I'm Mr. November
I'm Mr. November, I won't fuck us over
[repeat]

I wish that I believed in fate
I wish I didn't sleep so late
I used to be carried in the arms of cheerleaders
[repeat]

I'm the new blue blood, I'm the great white hope
I'm the new blue blood

I won't fuck us over, I'm Mr. November
I'm Mr. November, I won't fuck us over
[repeat]

I wish that I believed in fate
I wish I didn't sleep so late
I used to be carried in the arms of cheerleaders
[repeat]

I'm the new blue blood, I'm the great white hope
I'm the new blue blood
I won't fuck us over, I'm Mr. November
I'm Mr. November, I won't fuck us over

 

[tufty79]

i got a date with the night
burning down my finger
gonna catch the kids dry
gonna walk on water
buying out the fight
we're sweating in the winter
both thighs squeezed tight
choke choke choke choke choke choke choke choke choke choke
don tell me to fix her
don tell me to fix her
just take a bite
no hanging no picture
flying out my sight
dropping brides at the altar
both thighs squeezed tight
choke choke choke choke choke choke choke choke choke choke
i'll set you i'll set it off
i'll set you i'll set it off
i'll set you i'll set it off I
i'll set you i'll set it off uh huh!
i'll set you i'll set it off
i'll set you i'll set it off
i'll set you i'll set it off
i'll set you i'll set it off off off
buying out the fight
gonna walk on water
gonna catcha’ the kids dry
gonna bend my finger
run 'em on outside
we're sweating in the winter
both thighs squeezed tight
both thighs squeezed tight

 

[tufty79]

If I walk down this hallway, tonight,
It's too quiet,
So I pad through the dark
and call you on the phone
Push your old numbers
and let your house ring
til I wake your ghost.

Let him walk down your hallway
it's not this quiet
slide down your receiver
sprint across the wire
follow my number
slide into my hand.

It's the blaze across my nightgown
it's the phone's ring.

I think last night
you were driving circles around me.
I think last night
you were driving circles around me.
I think last night
you were driving circles around me.

I can't drink this coffee
til I put you in my closet
let him shoot me down
let him call me off
I take it from his whisper
you're not that tough.

It's the blaze across my nightgown
it's the phone's ring.

(you were in my dream) I think last night
you were driving circles around me.
(you were in my dream) I think last night
you were driving circles around me.
(you were in my dream) I think last night
you were driving circles around me.
(you were in my dream) I think last night
you were driving circles around me.
(you were in my dream) I think last night
you were driving circles around me.

((k j l w))

 

[tufty79]

and *for* kjlw...

I'm dancing the seven veils
Want you to pick up my scarf
See how the black moon fades
Soon I can give you my heart
I don't know no shame
I feel no pain
I can't see the flame
But I do know Man-din-ka
I do know Man-din-ka
I do know Man-din-ka
I do
They're throwing it all this way
Dragging it back to the start
And they say, "See how the glass is raised?"
I have refused to take part
I told them "drink something new"
Please let me pull something through
I don't know no shame
I feel no pain
I can't
I don't know no shame
I feel no pain
I can't see the flame
But I do know Man-din-ka
I do know Man-din-ka
I do know Man-din-ka
I do
I do
I do
I say I do
Soon I can give you my heart
I swear I do
Soon I can give you my heart
I do
Mandinka
Soon I can give you my heart
Soon I can give you my heart
Soon I can give you my heart

/lyricsfrenzy