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Here’s one for all the lonely listeners out there.
Hang on, we’ve still got hours to go.
I’ll stay till morning comes, I’ll take what you can share.
I’ll play the songs that say, ‘I love you’.
We’ll make it seem alright, we’ll fake it through the night.
If you’re lonely you can talk to me.
Hello, who’s calling? Do you feel you’ve lost control?
You know, I’m here for you ‘til dawn.
Explain to me about the dark night of your soul,
the pain that never lets go of you.
I’ll cure you, I’ll reassure you - put away those pills.
You’ll sleep better if you talk to me
Talk to me, talk to me –
if you feel depressed.
Talk to me, talk to me –
get if off your chest.
Talk to me, talk to me , talk to me
Talk to me.
Talk to me.
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Every time you look into his eyes a switch goes dead in your head
Then every little lie he wants to try will find a home in your bed
Tell me that you’ll exercise some caution when he says ‘you’re the one’
He’s a prophet of the falsest kind so don’t come back to me,
when he’s gone
He’s a dead loss, waste of space who wouldn’t know the truth
if it walked right past him
You can’t see what we see, he’s simply an apology
so just ignore him
He would sell every member of his family
if he found a buyer
Can’t trust a single syllable that he utters with a grin
when he says God loves a tryer
Turn round and start running, you should have seen him coming
His promises have pie-crusts, easily made and broken
Every time you look into his eyes a switch goes dead in your head
Then every little lie he wants to try will find a home in your bed
Tell me that you’ll exercise some caution when he says ‘you’re the one’
He’s a prophet of the falsest kind so don’t come back to me,
when he’s gone
Don’t look into his e - - y - - e - - s ... he’s a false prophet
Don’t look into his e - - y - - e - - s ...
Don’t look into his e - - y - - e - - s ...
Don’t look into his e - - y - - e - - s ...
he’s a false prophet false prophet
false prophet
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Chesterfield, Nottingham, Waterloo Bridge
Bedsitland, tin of spam, tiny shared fridge
Monday’s fraught, bus is caught, job interview
Counter girl, Soho whirl, everything new
Peckham grey, this Wednesday, she broke a heel
Shining knight helped her up, free Wimpy meal
Feels herself falling for most of his charms
Where is the harm...
In Tuesday’s world, her heart’s a glass that shatters
So easily, it hardly even matters, why should it?
But this Friday night, her troubles,
like the twisted spire of her hometown
Seem to disappear like bubbles in her glass of Babycham
Hello there Saturday, shine down on me
Underground, overground, Wimbledon tea
Said he’d call 5pm, Sunday’s a must
Sunday’s a bust...
In Tuesday’s world, true love feels so like cashmere
Unlike the Thames, who asks her why she came here, how dare she
Presume that she is Hampstead Heath material,
she’s more like Stockwell
And Monday’s here like a bailiff at the door
Mon-day, Her-day, Wednesday, Thursday
Fri-day, Saturday, Sunday’s turned to dust.
Then Tuesday morning she opened her eyes
when the shy colleague she’d not recognised
Handed her a Fanta at the office party and smiled
She is beguiled
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Tuesday’s a girl, whose world now spins more gently
Go Tuesday girl, the tube is now a Bentley, don’t make me
Come over and kiss your cheek, you used to seem so meek
Now that the rain has cleared and your luck has turned
Say goodbye to all of the tears you’ve burned
And let London show you all you have learned...
You’re a skyline, in your own world, rise up to it
Tuesday fly...
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Taken for a ride,
there’s a shiny Maserati parked outside
And if you know your place, there’s a smile like Liberace on his face
All the virtues that await
Will turn to dust when it's too late
Old before your crime, he wants it on the carpet every time
And if you disagree, tomorrow’s girl is hanging from the tree
You told yourself that you’d be strong
You didn't have to wait for long
And the man at the wheel
Lets the car window down
You can see the cigar
And the face on the clown
Taken for a ride, there’s a shiny Maserati parked outside
And if you know your place, there’s a smile like Liberace on his face
You told yourself that you’d be strong
You didn't hold that thought for long
Never in my name.
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Mr Punch went out and went drinking
When he was drunk that night, he was thinking,
When I get back home
I want to be alone
I want to sleep for a hundred years.
It’s time to snooze now, my little darling
If I could choose, you’d sing like a starling
When your mother comes
I will strike her dumb
the father of your fears
For all your faults and frailties, you know we love you still.
But that’s the way the cookie crumbles
Another day, another tumble
I’ll see you in the surgery
You’d better barricade the nursery
You know she’s my beast and I’m her beauty
And every night we fight
Like Punch and Judy
We teach the kids of this revolution
The law forbids a slapstick solution
A quarrel has begun
And it’s all in fun
Until someone loses an eye
It’s not supposed to be sentimental
Here’s the ghost, the coffin, the devil
Now here comes Jack Ketch
To give your neck a stretch
But you never really die
You don’t bear any malice when your head is made of wood.
That’s the way the cookie crumbles
Another drunk, another stumble
I’ll see you back in Casualty
When the crocodile gets back to me
You know he’s the beast who does his duty
And every night we’re Sweep and Sooty.
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The sun is warm and golden, and our blue marble’s broken
The sea is close to boiling point but our reasoning is frozen
Pack up your things, they’re calling our number,
should we wonder if we’ll make it out alive
Seconds out Round None,
the fury in the face of Mother Nature tells us
no one will survive
There’s no way back from here, we’ve all got a one-way ticket
to Hell in a handcart, too late for a new start
We’re all in the flames and there’s no one to blame but each other
Say your goodbyes, can’t say we were not warned,
as the icebergs all fall down like dominoes
We put a crack in the jewel, this ship of fools deserves to sink
beneath the plastic-coated blue
There’s no way back from here, we’ve all got a one-way ticket
to Hell in a handcart, too late for a new start
We’re all in the flames and there’s no one to blame but each other
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Our youth was wasted on the young
We didn’t care, we were just having fun
Oh yeah
Stay out of the sun
The nights were short and the days were long
We used to play until the sunset song
Oh yeah
Stay out of the sun
In the palaces and in the slums
Together in the days to come
A little bit
Stay out of the sun
Stay out of the su n
Alcohol, take-aways
We couldn’t lift a finger
In a sprawl, in a daze
We couldn’t make a move
In our turn, we were burned
It’s written on our skin the things we learned
Stay out of the sun
You see a face that you recognise
He took a drive, to test his eyes
Stay out of the sun
Now your inhibition’s gone
Go out posing with your Ray Bans on
A little bit
The words of Freud
Won’t fill the void
The thoughts of Sartre
Will only break your heart
You’d better stay at home
And watch it on your ‘phone
Stay out of the sun
Stay out of the su – u – un
We can track, we can trace
We know the place you lingered
Keep your hands off your face
It’s terminal disease
We were lost, but we learned
If you play with fire you will be burned
Stay out of the sun
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I work all week, I wear the uniform
Til Friday night, when I get my glad rags on
Could it be my turn this time?
I’ll show you yours if you show me mine
In the heart of the town, in the sound of the crowd
I go underground, where the music’s loud
Lose myself and hope that someone finds me
Leave the life of loneliness behind me
Little green worm, Little green worm inside your head
Little green worm, Little green worm inside your head
Don’t want to see what happens next
Don’t want to go back home to bed
What is this place? Could it be Bohemia?
Or a self-inflicted case of anesthesia?
The cowboy watches Linnie as she dances
Waiting for the hour to take his chances
Little green worm, Little green worm inside your head
Little green worm, Little green worm inside your head
Bb
Don’t want to see what happens next
Don’t want to go back home to bed
Oh oh what are you thinking of?
Oh oh are you afraid of love?
Pigeon-Toed Orange Peel
The clock says four, you made the deal
The kitchen sink, the empty flat
If you go too far, you’ll never make it back
Little green worm, Little green worm inside your head
Little green worm, Little green worm inside your head
Can’t find the strength to stay awake
Don’t want to go back home to bed
If you don’t get caviar and cake
You can survive on tea and bread
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No need to act the innocent, you’re born to play the role
Someone with a power drilled a peephole to your soul
Four and twenty mockingbirds in the road ahead
Sing a song of sixpence with your pockets full of lead
Fear of almost everything buzzing in his skull
Every free conspiracy to feed until he’s full
Makes himself a ligature and says he’s short of breath
Half the world won’t understand an accidental death
Ahhhhh he’s got seven lucky numbers
Ahhhhh he can count as he goes under
In the blink of an eye
He’s almost tempted to say
The time has come to give in and walk away
Say thank you to the passer by who wrapped him in a rug
Still intoxicated by the one and only drug
In the blink of an eye
He’s almost tempted to say
The time has come to give in and walk away
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Werewolf children
Trying to make a million
Alice in Poundland, when will it hit you?
Harder, faster
Each day a new disaster
Wake up, wake up, wake up, we forgive you
Oh, what a time to be alive
Utopia’s a state of mind
Don’t have a care, it’s easy
Grow your hair, believe me now
V2
Over sharing
Performing the act of caring
Signalling virtue, sisters and brothers
Sober, tenser
You were under the influencer
Wake up, wake up, wake up, Frankenstein’s mother
It’s alright
It’s alright
It’s alright
It’s alright
Victorian values were my li - i - ife
Oh, what a time to be alive
Utopia’s a state of mind
Turn down the noise, it’s easy
Embrace the joys completely now
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Belgravia Affair
03:15
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They blacked out the power all across the grid,
searched high and low for the big eyed kid
In an unexpected twist of fate, they turned up more than an hour late
They didn’t have a lot of what you’d recognise,
just a deadpan look in their deadpan eyes
Did he get enough time to make a call, did he get enough time at all?
Ooooh Oooooooh in Hangar 9
Feet to the fire with the glowing embers,
giving him a lesson that he still remembers
Did you make amends for what you said,
before the offer turned his head?
Hold him down with a canvas strap, keep him in line with a baseball bat
With a fingertip you link his brain, you can free him from his pain
The chance to exercise restraint, raise the scalpel as he faints
Lost the instinct to be kind, what is it you hope to find?
They blacked out the power all across the grid, searched high and low for the big eyed kid
In an unexpected twist of fate, they turned up more than an hour late
J.T. phone home
You're not alone
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Red-haired daughter with the palest arms
Weaving and weeping all day
The fairest one among the women
Veils her face in shining linen.
Robe made of silk from a distant land
slippers that glitter with gold
Compromising circumstances
Would not repel his bold advances
He leads the cavalcade
He’s at the head of the parade
He’s got two wives and two religions
Oooooh, Helena
Oooooh, Helena
Oh, Helena
Oh, Helena
Rome was her oyster but the seafood spoiled
So, she turned her back on the world
She left her father, lost her mother
Kept away from all the others
Something in a dream
Led the seekers to the scene
Turning suffering to devotion
Oooooh, Helena
Oooooh, Helena
Oh, Helena
Oh, Helena
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The kids are on the way to Eden.
They’re lighting out and leaving home.
Let’s go, Let’s go
It’s not a long way, Oh yeah
It’s not the wrong way, oh yeah
Come and join us, oh yeah, on the planet of love
oh yeah, the planet of love, oh yeah
No more trouble, nothing on my mind
Live in a bubble, eat what I can find.
Happy couple, throw away the rind
Kiss and cuddle, nice and kind
Love, planet of lo – o – o -ove
Lo – o – ove
Let’s go, Let’s go
It’s not a long way, Oh yeah
It’s not the wrong way, oh yeah
Come and join us, oh yeah, on the planet of love
oh yeah, the planet of love
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Blame it on your stupid cousin, thirteenth in the baker’s dozen
Happening again and again
Fresh from singing hymns of hope, dispensing justice with a rope
In the hands of twelve angry men
The look of indecision is the same for friend or foe
By order of the donkeys you are told it’s time to go
What you get is what you see, interlocking travesties
In the hands of twelve angry men
They ploughed it in beneath the sod, thinking they’d complete the job
In a world behind a looking glass
The moon will rise above the fields, and every year the harvest yields
Another hoard of barbed wire and brass
The look of indecision is the same for friend or foe
By order of the donkeys you get told it’s time to go
They’ll nail you to a piece of wood, and tell you it’s for your own good
The wisdom of the twelve angry men
You met the Kaiser’s daughter and she’s looking rather cute
Run it up the flagpole see if anyone salutes
What you get is what you see, interlocking travesties
In the hands of twelve angry men
Men, men, - we’re the angry men
Men, men, - we’re the angry men
Prejudice obscures the truth
Who can tell the lies from proof?
You say you didn’t do it
You can say it once again
You can tell it to the 12 angry men
You can tell it to the 12 angry men
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emperor penguin UK
Savage Frenzy Productions is proud to present those peerless purveyors of powerful pop: EMPEROR PENGUIN.
Nigel: guitar,
bass, vocals
JT: guitar, bass, vocals, harmonica, ebow
Rich: drums
Neil: guitar, vocals, keyboards, computer stuff
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