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1. _ She Can't Sleep No More
She works every morning in the greasy cafeteria,
She makes little pastries and stuffs them with cheese.
The coffee burns her knuckles,
Every time she spills it.
She's alone, she's bereft.
When he moved to Hackney in 1990,
He bought in little trinkets but she turned him down.
She can't sleep no more,
She can't sleep no more,
Since he's gone.
She wrote clumsy poetry,
She let him read it.
He told her it was perfect,
But she scrunched her nose.
She can't sleep no more,
She can't sleep no more,
Since he's gone.
All the ambition that they'd been storing up was flushed down the lavatory,
She didn't love him but she knew he was what she needed.
He started wishing it, she started dreading it,
She burnt her party clothes.
Now there's nowhere to go since she burnt those party clothes.
She said she didn't need him,
He didn't believe it.
He moved to the country,
And started sleeping around.
She can't sleep no more,
She can't sleep no more,
Since he's gone.
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2. _ Don't Flake out on Me
Don't flake out on me, Oh you promised you'd write before Easter,
And now you damn well know that it's Autumn, and I missed you through those summer months.
Oh you promised yourself you'd stop drinking and I know it's none of my business,
But you were mighty and graceful when sober, but all that gin, but all that wine.
We will always talk this way,
Tired and slightly jaded,
We will waste our tears and we'll be waiting years,
For the friends who always promised that they'd phone us.
We will always feel this way,
Faintly optimistic,
But we will speak the truth and we will never lose,
Oh the feeling that our hearts could be unbroken.
Don't wimp out on me,
Oh I know you've got the strength of 12 oxen,
I've seen you get through these things before,
Just like you've seen me get through these things before.
We will always talk this way,
Tired and slightly jaded,
We will waste our tears and we'll be waiting years,
For the friends who always promised that they'd phone us.
We will always feel this way,
Faintly optimistic,
But we will speak the truth and we will never lose,
Oh the feeling that our hearts could be unbroken.
We will always feel dismayed, it will only ever be OK.
What's the point in getting laid? We're waiting for the better days.
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3. _ Greedy Ugly People
I had her on the carpet twisting and squirming about,
Trying to guess what she needs,
Trying to guess what the fuss was about.
She had a conscience that surely did need pricking,
I was there for the picking as she would soon find out.
The Greedy Ugly People are not like us,
They don't feel the love that she and I would die without.
I had her on a chair in the middle of the living room,
And then we went to the bedroom, where we were making spoons.
When we went out she started clicking her heels,
She was sticking her chest out, cause she was starting to feel.
Love don't stop no wars, don't stop no cancer,
It stops my heart.
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4. _ Day That Thatcher Dies
We will laugh the day that Thatcher dies,
Even though we know it's not right,
We will dance and sing all night.
I was blind in 1979, by '82 I had clues,
By 1986 I was mad as hell.
The teachers at school, they took us for fools,
They never taught us what to do,
But Christ we were strong, we knew all along,
We taught ourselves the right from wrong.
And the punk rock kids, and the techno kids,
No, it's not their fault.
And the hip hop boys and heavy metal girls,
No, it's not their fault.
It was love, but Tories don't know what that means,
She was Michelle Cox from the lower stream,
She wore high-heeled shoes while the rest wore flat soles.
And the playground taught her how to be cruel,
I talked politics and she called me a fool,
She wrapped her ankle chain round my left wing heart.
Ding dong, the witch is dead, which old witch?
The wicked witch.
Ding dong, the wicked witch is dead.
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5. _ Sad Witch
You wouldn't believe in my new belle she flits and weaves a curious spell,
And under my skin there's a place where she resides.
Finding a release in prayers and psalms I will obey her articulate commands,
She is just a coquette and how I wish I could forget.
Breathing new life in to the sad witch and she promised me three wishes and all I wish is she should remain here.
A poisonous saint with a brittle, crippled frame and she fooled me with her motherly gestures, my only guess is she's misguided.
The sins, the sins the heavenly limbs that greet below the red, red lights,
Hold no sway with me now she's my intended.
The jewels around her neck retain a curious sheen, god is in my heart and tearing at the seams,
Her atheist tracts are certainly persuading.
(and I don't know, and I don't want to know, if she floats or drowns, if she floats or drowns.)
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6. _ Cure for Evil
It took a little time, it took a little wine,
To make a window, to make you mine.
It took a little look, that made you shudder,
It took a little tear to draw you near
But all the while you knew your smile,
Would make it easy to fall in love.
It took a little word, a stupid something,
To make you hold me, to make you cling.
It took a little stroke, from my hand,
To make you kiss me, to understand.
But all the while you knew your smile,
Would make it easy to fall in love.
Will you want me if I grow boring?
Will you want me if I grow ill?
Will you want me when I grow colder?
Will you want me? Will you kiss me still?
There's far too many ideals fighting for the air time,
I was shameful back in â??96 but I'm not so careless now.
And all those brutal discos that taught me how to pine.
I've no regrets for what I did but I regret I had the time.
Will you want me? Is it too late?
Will you want me? Don't hesitate.
I've been spiteful, you've been kind,
Will you want me in six weeks time?
When you're in the bathroom and when you've locked the door,
I am dirty in the bedroom, I've not felt this way before.
Don't let my hands go idle, when they feel this much for
you, Can't you tell this much is true when I hold you.
If I sometimes seemed ungrateful, If I doubted you sometimes,
If I called you by the wrong name, I was out of my tiny mind.
Cause you were the one with sexy shoes,
You frazzled my mind I forgot what I knew,
Oh you were the one, so console me.
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7. _ Don't Go
Put on your underwear, pull your tights over your knees.
Button up your blouse, zip up your skirt put on your tiny shoes we're going out
I have never loved you more then I do right now, hold on.
It's much better then before when you talk I listen and we do it on the floor.
I have never loved you more then I do right now, hold on.
Don't go, don't change, just stay the same,
Don't leave don't try, don't ask me why.
I love you so much but the language lets me down,
Don't don't change, just stay.
Kick off those shoes, undo your blouse, drop your skirt,
pull down those tights, Take off you under wear, lets got to bed, it's getting late.
I have never loved you more then I do right now. hold on.
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8. _ Good Fruit
If it doesn't mean a thing, then don't say anything.
But it means something, more then we can say.
But you kissed me so, even though,
Your heart said no, so when will you phone?
Lost feelings of love come flooding back,
Every time you cry, you give me little heart attacks.
Love seems strongest when its new,
But that's something I can't prove,
I can't prove that I love you.
Oh I need you here, so make your reasons clear,
Is it me you fear? Oh I fear I'm losing you.
It's time to choose, you know I can't stand losing.
It's my mind your bruising, as well as my heart.
You were just there, in the right place,
You smoothed out the wrinkles on my face.
You got to sort the good fruit from the bad fruit,
Darling, I'm not supposed to feel this,
Not when your leaving.
You, oh you should stick around,
To hear me hit the ground,
Its such a pretty sound.
If you felt it weeks ago,
Then where did those feelings go?
Oh surely you must know,
Cause I'm not supposed to feel this,
Not when you're leaving
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9. _ Greater London Radio
It's a red, red glow above the skyline,
Feel the city twitch,
Feel the city wake.
It's a black, black sky by 6pm,
Makes me feel inspired,
Makes me feel alone.
I'm coming home to you.
The Greater London Radio tonight,
Says no matter what I do I can't speed my love to you.
Traffic's caused a roadblock in my heart,
Hold on my sweetheart,
Hold on my sweetheart,
I'm going to mend my wicked ways,
Now I've lost my friends I have something to say.
The city has no faith if we've no faith in the city,
But this is my home, this is where I want to be.
And on the radio, it's the evening news,
But all I think of is you.
I used to think it was our politics not how we treat people,
That taught us who we are,
I was wrong.
I can't make it OK.
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10. _ Your Head to Your Toes
It's a beautiful road from your head to your toes,
I will travel it with my fingers barely touching.
It's a sight to behold from your head to your toes,
I will worship it with kisses and cheap wine.
What do you want with me, now you've seen me at my worst?
What do you want with me, can't you see it's absurd?
I have nothing to offer but a small selfish heart.
But I love you from your head to your toes, I do.
It's a valley, so divine, at the base of your spine.
Sometimes I rest there and wish.
We've a nest here to build, we have memories to kill,
Let's waste sometime for a while.
What do you want with me, since you've seen I've been bad.
What do you want with me, can't you see it's so sad?
I have nothing to offer but a small selfish heart.
But I love you from your head to your toes, I do.
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