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| Subject: Stereophonics Wed Aug 18, 2010 7:01 pm | |
| "A Thousand Trees"
Standing at the bus stop with my shopping in my hands And I'm overhearing elder ladies As the rumours start to fly You can hear them in the school yard In the scrap yard In the chip shop In the phone box In the pool hall At the shoe store Every corner turn around It started with a school girl Who was running Running home to her Mam and Dad Told them she was playing, in the change room of the local foorball side They said tell us again, she told them again, tell us the truth, they find it hard to believe 'Cause he taught our I was steve, he even trained me, taught our John who's a father of three
Only takes one tree, to make 1000 matches Only takes one match, to burn A thousand trees A thousand trees
You see it in the classroom In the swimming pool Where the match stick men are made At the scout's hall At the football Where the wise we trust are paid They all honour his name He did a lot for the game Got his name knocked up above the sports ground gates But they're ripping them down, stamping the ground Picture gathers dust behind the bar in the lounge
Only takes one tree, to make a thousand matches Only takes one match, to burn a thousand trees A thousand trees
Wake up, and smell the rain Shake up, he's back to stay He hasn't been on a holiday His growing seeds don't believe Why he's been away From the school yard Changing room Playing field Bathroom Phone box Office blocks Corners turn around They keep doubting the flame, tossing the blame Got his name knocked up above the sports ground gates And they're ripping them down, stamping the ground Picture gathers dust in the bar
Only takes one tree, to make a thousand matches Only takes one match, to burn A thousand trees A thousand trees A thousand trees A thousand trees
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| Subject: Re: Stereophonics Wed Aug 18, 2010 7:02 pm | |
| "Looks Like Chaplin"
I feel awash Close down the street Yeah Chaplin walks Be 9:15 And I hear them, hear them call his name And I see him, see him turn away
They take him in And clean him up
They take him in And strip him down They dry his skin And feed him wine And I hear them, hear them call his name And I see him, see him turn away
Ask's to use the phone
Yeah he lives alone, he lives alone There's no one, no one home to phone He sits alone at home He call his home his own His wife is still unknown
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| Subject: Re: Stereophonics Wed Aug 18, 2010 7:02 pm | |
| "Check My Eyelids For Holes"
I gotta lose weight I swallow honey is my stand up show still that funny am I back for good I said that I said that I would be she's down waist low trying to make me happy because I like watching you it's time I tried tried to check my check my eye lids check for holes two weeks late I gotta test for babies shop take is falling low I'm not going back back to the factory's because I like what I do it's time I tried tried to check my check my eye lids check for holes
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| Subject: Re: Stereophonics Wed Aug 18, 2010 7:02 pm | |
| "Not Up To You"
salt grips the road awaits his lift again street orange glow shades the odds against one more sip a shoe a miss a shaving nick one extra kiss who's to know whatever! not up to me not up to you swings don't swing the parks been dead for years how do you know the last swing weren't your last for good hard book on freaks fresh summer peach creased magazine sugar chocolate treat who's to know whatever! not up to me not up to you the street's so long where she lost her pocket purse kept the last picture of the man she committed first cracked windscreen rain french murder play junk take away tired street parades who's to know whatever! whatever! not up to me not up to you not up to anything we do
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| Subject: Re: Stereophonics Wed Aug 18, 2010 7:02 pm | |
| "Traffic"
We all face the same way, Still it takes all day I take a look to my left, Pick out the worst and the best She paints her lip, greasy and thick Another mirror stare And she's going where?
Another office affair, to kill an unborn scare You talk dirty to a priest, it makes you human at least Is she running away, to start a brand new day? Or she's going home, why's she driving alone?
Is anyone going anywhere? Everyone's got to be, somewhere
She's got a body in the boot? Or just bags of food? Those are models legs, but are they women's, are they men's? She shouts down the phone, she missed a payment on the loan She's go to be above the rest, keeping up with the best
Is anyone going anywhere? Everyone's got to be, somewhere
Waits tables for a crook? You wrote a hardback book You teach kids how to read, sell your body on the street And nurse without a job, another up town snob But have I got you all wrong, one look and you were gone
Is anyone going anywhere? Is anyone going anywhere? Is anyone going anywhere? Everyone's got to be, somewhere
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| Subject: Re: Stereophonics Wed Aug 18, 2010 7:02 pm | |
| "Local Boy In The Photograph"
There's no mistake, I smell that smell It's that time of year again, I can taste the air The clocks go back, railway track Something blocks the line again And the train runs late for the first time
A pebble beach, we're underneath, a pier that's just been painted red Where I heard the news for the first time
And all the friends lay down the flowers Sit on the banks and drink for hours Talk of the way they saw him last Local boy in the photograph Today
He'll always be 23, yet the train runs on and on Past the place they found his clothing
There's no mistake, I smell that smell It's that time of year again, I can taste the air The clocks go back, railway track Something blocks the line again And the train runs late for the first time Today
And all the friends lay down the flowers Sit on the banks and drink for hours Talk of the way they saw him last Local boy in the photograph Today
He's gone away
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| Subject: Re: Stereophonics Wed Aug 18, 2010 7:02 pm | |
| "More Life In A Tramps Vest"
I get camping eyes in the final hour Last minute shoppers picking cauliflower The fuss they make, you'd swear they were buying a car They always moan, moan it's not so cheap Cheaper still, cheaper still down the street Lose my rag and tell them take your bag and shop down there Closing down, they're closing down another road One way, system steals the show Mac the knife swigs a can and sings the day away
There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest
The flower man sits down in the street Surrounded by, the stock he bought last week Bring back the ladies wearing lipstick on their teeth Make up, we make up a crappy joke Sit back, relax and have a smoke Mac the knife swigs a can and sings the day away
There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest
I get camping eyes in the final hour Last minute shoppers picking cauliflower Mac the knife swigs a can and sings the day away
There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest
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| Subject: Re: Stereophonics Wed Aug 18, 2010 7:03 pm | |
| "Billy Davey's Daughter"
I never knew her name I only knew her fame she lived near my town another goldfish to drown well I just past the bridge that parts us from them the bridge that she used again and again again I remember when they found her billy davey's daughter the word gets around billy davey's second daughter threw herself to dirty water billy's left with nothing but a dream he dreams
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| Subject: Re: Stereophonics Wed Aug 18, 2010 7:03 pm | |
| "Too Many Sandwiches"
Shopping spree for the family tree, haven't seen your family tree, in quite a while Too many sandwiches and wine, sherry stains down your best mans tie, what a speech The band arrive, the grannies cry, the singers tongue's's in the bar maids mouth, what a voice Grandpa drunk a drop or two and his head's still stuck down the portaloo, what a man
You bought a sequin dress for your chicken breasts, the discos late and he's overpaid tonight You got a diamond ring and a man who sings, the man who sings made love to the bar maid twice And that's just tonight
The blue rinsed hairs lift up their chairs The bands too loud, they're off down stairs what a noise The bride and groom they dance their dance The singer mimes there's still a chance, the bar maid smiles
You bought a sequin dress for your chicken breasts, the discos late and he's overpaid tonight You got a diamond ring and a man who sings, the man who sings made love to the bar maid twice And that's just tonight
You bought a sequin dress for your chicken breasts, the discos late and he's overpaid tonight You got a diamond ring and a man who sings, the man who sings made love to the bar maid twice Grandpa drunk a drop or two and his head's still stuck down the portaloo, what a man The bride and groom they dance their dance, the singer mimes there's still a chance tonight And the bar maid smiles
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| Subject: Re: Stereophonics Wed Aug 18, 2010 7:03 pm | |
| "Goldfish Bowl"
the same long faces in the workman's hall caramel crisp counts his birds cliff chip's lines up his dominoes kingfisher lead singer calms his nerves I'm drinking sinking swimming drowning working smirking learning burning sleeping thieving cheating beating I'm eating I'm deep in a goldfish bowl It's sink or swim the hall down town just burns to the ground my boxing ring turned to ash red head ginger bread sells tickets at the door stella sleep walks in the sand I'm drinking sinking swimming drowning working smirking learning burning sleeping thieving cheating beating I'm eating I'm deep in a goldfish bowl It's sink or swim they're looking in hard up outta luck time to ride the village bike a bike been used ten times or more grape vine here's the wife lays down her royal flush I think I've lost another wife
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| Subject: Re: Stereophonics Wed Aug 18, 2010 7:03 pm | |
| "Last Of The Big Time Drinkers"
Ten minutes flat after that day at the factory I'm Drinking like a dog in the sun I don't need to eat or sleep a wink, at the weekend Drop my guts
And I can't wait for my next drink The first one is gonna sink I'm the last of the big time drinkers I take pride in my work Last of the big time drinkers
The beer don't taste the same without my name painted on my glass I don't live to work, I work to live, I live at the weekend I nearly spent a week in the sun Come home with my bird, sheets thrown out the window And sunday morning comes
And I can't wait for my next drink The first one is gonna sink I'm the last of the big time drinkers I take pride in my work Last of the big time drinkers
The beer don't taste the same without my name painted on my glass
And I can't wait for my next drink The first one is gonna sink I'm the last of the big time drinkers I take pride in my work Last of the big time drinkers
Just give me half a pint of slops Last of the big time drinkers I take pride in my job Last of the big time drinkers
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| Subject: Re: Stereophonics Wed Aug 18, 2010 7:03 pm | |
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"Same Size Feet"
A weeks too long, not to ring Re-colours her hair, and waits for him Not cat against dog, just head over heels Sex twice a day, best time in years Oh no, why hasn't he phoned? She has to wait until he's on his own Lying and Denying so nobody knows I'll tell her this week is what he tells Her to keep her on loan He'll buy her one day
Sex drives, oral highs, cheating wife's spouse Cream cakes, coffee dates, floral gifts, goodbye Pass the way for the day had a change of kind Sex change, to mundane for the average mind Oh no, she just can't see Where he is and where he's been Looked prim and straight Like she's always been
All that she saved for went missing again She could be, she could be, she could be wrong She could be, she could be, she could be wrong She could be, she could be, she could be wrong It looks like, it looks like, it looks like the worlds gone wrong
They found a body in the lake maybe it wasn't really his name Same colour, same weight, same size feet It's the not knowing that kills you Oh no the clocks stopped slow, everytime you're on your own ya' hide from the spies so nobody knows Scratch through the pages on the lazy days news for a clue Still looking for you
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| Subject: Re: Stereophonics Wed Aug 18, 2010 7:04 pm | |
| "I Stopped To Fill My Car Up"
i stopped to fill my car up the car felt good that day i didn't know where i was going but it felt good for a change a five and a pocket full of silver i paid the lady no change and then it started to piss down i started driving again and then i looked up and looked in the mirror behind me a man round forty in the back seat must have stepped in when i was empty so why's he sat there just waiting likely to smash my face in he had a bag full of money he said just drive me away i didn't know where i was going yet it felt good to be strange and still i look up and look in the mirror behind me curiosity is over he stepped down from the car he pulled a gun from his jacket said i was going to die it gives me so much satisfaction to watch you beg and cry well i just made up this story to get your attention makes me smile i never looked up or looked in the mirror behind me | |
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| Subject: Re: Stereophonics Wed Aug 18, 2010 7:04 pm | |
| "Plastic California"
plastic california looks like blackpool outta date some love some hate it's all your competition it's not my occupation true but it's what you do some love some hate i like pink architecture flip back my red strip deck chair prove we got nothing to prove gin stroke amnesia problems overhearing talk of hollywood we wish we could ya should some love some hate it's a beautiful place for nature and all the beautiful people make it true but you look good as you some love some hate makes me feel great i feel new d'ya feel new, ha, ha well i'm pleased to meet you
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| Subject: Re: Stereophonics Wed Aug 18, 2010 7:04 pm | |
| "She Takes Her Clothes Off"
she's got another fantasy she lives in flat number twenty three picked first prize for carnival queen and now she takes her clothes off collects the covers off her magazines she longs to be another teenage dream the problem is she's turning forty three she still takes her clothes off she got the nick name porta bubble joan they found her dead dead as nails at home and she said i'm gonna be another marilyn bleach my hair and get real thin and everybody's gonna wanna dance with me she loved to have her little fantasies she longed to be the wife of jimmy dean but jimmys head sits in jimmys knees she loves to take her clothes off police are looking around at twenty three they found her hanging from her swollen feet they saw her dance last in woolworth street she loved to take her clothes off she got the nick name porta bubble joan they found her dead dead as nails at home and she said i'm gonna be another marilyn bleach my hair and get real thin and everybody's gonna wanna dance with me everybody wants to be the carnival queen everybody wants to be the carnival king or queen we all read the books she takes her clothes off one by one off again
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| Subject: Re: Stereophonics Wed Aug 18, 2010 7:04 pm | |
| "A Minute Longer"
they're calling out come on lets go but i'm miles away to a year before laughs from a glass drank to the past on the old green seat like velvet to the hand think i'd like to stay a minute longer would you like to stay a minute longer? last one for some sick from the rum i play golf on the carpet with someone crash back to date few things i hate but i'd rather us live in the present day | |
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| Subject: Re: Stereophonics Wed Aug 18, 2010 7:04 pm | |
| "Is Yesterday, Tommorow, Today?"
it's another way to get through the day picking up ripped cigarette boxes hoping that one remains yellow lucky day suck deep and bathe for the next ten minutes spent coughing all the pleasures craved write down all the things that you'd like to say write down all the things that you'd like to change write down all the places you'd like to stay write down anything that you want is yesterday, tomorrow, today? is nothin' gonna change the way cracked rock top wall let the ash to fall left alone to wait i've never looked at things i've liked only things i hate you're not the first today not the softest face was there any that you liked was there any thay you didn't fake? write down all the things that you'd like to be write down all the things that you don't believe write down all the places you'd like to see write down anything that you want is yesterday, tomorrow, today? is nothing gonna change the way? because everything that's you and the things that you like to do and all of the things that are come back again is yesterday, tomorrow, today?
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| Subject: Re: Stereophonics Wed Aug 18, 2010 7:04 pm | |
| "T-Shirt Suntan"
he was walking 'round to you one said french afternoon so he called in to a shop for two he brought himself an ice drink a totally tropical nice drink then he saw what he thought was you in a room he tought about goin' over but you were always much older abd your sex dressed breasts impressed too he'd really like to get it together before the twelve of never so he's coming over it's when all the phases come around the clothes you wear the sex and love it's enough for the time outta touch out of luck he always liked them older so that his top lip touched on her shoulder lionized undisguised kill for you like to show you his teeshirt suntan like to show you his minute head stand then a gun spun open from you to me to me to you
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| Subject: Re: Stereophonics Wed Aug 18, 2010 7:04 pm | |
| "I Wouldn't Believe Your Radio"
travelling through a tunnel under sea you never know if it cracks in half you're never ever gonaa see me but you can have it all if you like you can have it all if you like and you can pay for it the rest of your life...life i wouldn't believe your wireless radio if i had myself a flying giraffe you'd have one in a box with a window but you can have it all if you like you can have it all if you like and you can pay for it the rest of your life...life life in the summer's on it's back you'd have to agree that that's the crack so take what you want i'm not comin' back
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| Subject: Re: Stereophonics Wed Aug 18, 2010 7:04 pm | |
| "Half The Lies You Tell Ain't True"
you could lick or chew tongue in style tonight champagne drag queen suit pinstripe outta line it's time to try how blisters on your feet blisters up your spine if i could choose from two i'd mime to be a smile but when you rely on a lie that's true and no one believes in the things you do 'cause half of the lies you tell ain't true i'm gonna find out i'm gonna find a piece of you you could pick and lose diesel dreams for crime i should win and choose colours undersize a naked fake that's a face that fits for two sex brings out the spies hanging from your feet hollywood star style but when you rely on a lie that's true no one believes in the things you do 'cause half of the lies you tell ain't true i'm gonna find out, i'm gonna find a piece of you
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| Subject: Re: Stereophonics Wed Aug 18, 2010 7:05 pm | |
| "Just Looking"
there's things i want there's things i think i want there's things i've had there's things i wanna have do i want the dreams the ones we're forced to see do i want the perfect wife the word perfect ain't quite right shopping every day take it back the next break they say the more you fly the more you risk your life i'm just looking i'm not buying i'm just looking keeps me smiling a house i seen another coulda' been you drenched my head and said what i said you said that life is what you make of it yet most of us just fake i'm just looking, i'm not buying i'm just looking, keeps me smiling | |
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| Subject: Re: Stereophonics Wed Aug 18, 2010 7:05 pm | |
| "Pick A Part Thats New"
i've never been here before didn't know where to go never met you before i've never been to your home that smells not unknown foot steps made of stone walking feels familiar you can do all the things that you like to do all around underground pick a part that's new you can do all the things that you like to do all around upside down pick a part that's new people drinking on their own push buttons on the phone was i here once before is that my voice on the phone that last drink on my own did i ever leave at all confusions familiar so what's new to you?
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| Subject: Re: Stereophonics Wed Aug 18, 2010 7:05 pm | |
| "Hurry Up And Wait"
we wait to wake to get a ride in the rain buy a ticket they can check we can claim so we don't spend what's our own for a seat a place to stop a green light a red cross they run around naked doing old things like the ones before wait for a break so you can take a little something that'll make your next break come along a little quicker than the one before wait for an answer spy a sweet dancer as she walks from the door of the hall wish you waited for your wedding vows so hurry up and wait but what's worth waiting for? we wait to get warm the car starts from cold stall to make a first move magazines made the rules to make us lose wait for your dream man the house you could both plan the car in the sales ad the wet dream with the man you wished that you had a watched pot never boils sugars seconds to dissolve see your appetite lost foods relevance is lost inside so hurry up and wait but what's worth waiting for? so join the queue me and you wait in line it takes our time to be satisfied
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| Subject: Re: Stereophonics Wed Aug 18, 2010 7:05 pm | |
| "The Bartender And The Thief"
when you think about it he's watching every word you say hey dazed and when he's sussed you out he calls her up and out she comes and hustles us the bartender and the thief are lovers steal what they need like sisters and brothers met in a church a night to remember robbing the graves of bodies dismembered he watched the lesbian talk she kissed and groped but mostly talked in lust crushed he couldn't make the call his eyes were gripped on licking tongues enough's enough failed for once long digging gone fishing love drinking the bartender and the thief are lovers steal what they need like sisters and brothers met in a church a night to remember robbing the graves of bodies dismembered saved what they stole to meet at the alter place where they first set eyes on each other flew to the sun to start life all over set up a bar and robbed all the locals
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| Subject: Re: Stereophonics Wed Aug 18, 2010 7:05 pm | |
| "Roll Up And Shine"
why don't you take a look in my mouth why don't you take a look at yourself so why don't you take a look around so why don't we take a look inside roll out the shock parade free falling from a stage performance and cocktails roll up and shine I hang the devil from a circus wire face up seats four in love spittin fire so why don't you take a look around so why don't we take a look inside it's time to live it's time to love it's time to do what's afraid of it's time to breathe time to relieve it's time to shine so why don't you take a look around so why don't we take a look inside roll out the shock parade free falling from a stage performance and cocktails roll up and shine bring on your shock parade freaks falling from the stage performance and cocktails roll up and shine
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