Belle & Sebastian Album

Make me dance, I want to surrender
Your familiar arms, I remember
We've been going transcontinental
Got no car, we just take a rental

But we don't have the money
(money makes the wheels and the world go round)
Forget about it, honey

Make me dance, I want to surrender
Your familiar arms, I remember
Everybody's talking about you
Every word's a whisper without you

But we don't have the money
(money makes the wheels and the world go round)
Forget about it, honey
Trouble's never far away when you're around

I didn't see it coming
I'm just not in the running

Take me on a train ‘cos I'm not flying
I can see the world from a different side
Read about us in the morning papers
When we make it alive

I didn't see it coming
I'm just not in the running

And we don't need a lifetime
We're following the right line

Six in the morning
The men started working
I can't sleep
No, I can't sleep
I keep feeling the lights
So I think I should get up and call you
Going to find you

And it's fun
Thinking of you like a movie star
And it's dumb
Thinking of you like the way that you were

Everyone loves you
The boy in the corner
The postman
The policeman
It does me no good
To keep looking ahead at your future
Adoration

And it's fun
Thinking of you like a movie star
And it's dumb
Thinking of you like the way that you were

Every moment like a sudden pleasure
Every moment that will get you by
And it's going to cause a crisis
Might just lose a little faith

I've seen all kinds of strangers
The rich and the famous
They don't count
No, they don't count
Now I'm back on my beat
On the same greasy street
There's an angel on my shoulder
Saying, "Ho, have you ever said an honest word?"
Saying, "Yo, have you ever said a pretty word?"

Every moment like a sudden pleasure
Every moment that will get you by
And it's going to cause a crisis
Might just lose a little faith
Don't touch me
If you touch me you could never go back

Faith

Come on, sister have a drink
Have a seat at the bar
Tell me all about your men
And your hopes
And the hours of your life

You could love
After all that's what you're looking for
You can love
It's a currency unspoken of

But it's hard to form a good opinion
Yet you're going to look at me that way
And it's going to cause a crisis
Might just lose a little faith
Don't touch me
If you touch me you can never go back

Faith

Come on, sister have a drink
Have a seat at the bar
Tell me all about your men
And your hopes
And the hours of your life

A lack of understanding
You took for being lazy
I was just being lazy
I'm even doing it now

I know that you have saved me
I love that you have saved me

Save your pennies careful
Let both blue eyes be watchful
It's best to forget freedom
It's best to be enslaved

It's better still to love first
It's harder still to love first

You're my winter queen that disappeared
Your hands grew cold
You ran a mile from my wings(?)
I still heard you had a full-flown view
With lots of time
And notebook full of the finest creamy, rich-girl parchment pages
Slowly filled with all your passing days
Every sacred word paints a picture

Bigger were his muscles
? his ?
But when you are in trouble
And when you are uptight

I get the midnight phone call
I'm your captain for the long haul

If someone else is near me
You scuttle up the pavement
It's no one that I care for
I pause for an effect
You calculating bimbo
I wish you'd let the past go

I want the world to stop (I want the world to stop)
Give me the morning (give me the understanding)
I want the world to stop (I want the world to stop)
Give me the morning, give me the afternoon
The night, the night

Let me step out of my shell
I'm wrapped in sheets of milky winter disorder
Let me feel the air again, the talk of friends
The mind of someone my equal

I want the world to stop…

Tinseltown has followed me from Tinseltown to
Grey adorable city by the docks
Girls will walk in moving air the sun hangs low the girls don't care
As they paint themselves at dusk.

I want the world to stop…

Towns' and cities' populations up and grow
The workers move to the suburbs
In between I watch and go
I run along side rush hour traffic a prayer for every car

I want the world to stop…

I want to write a message to you
Everyday at 10 o clock in the evening
Yellow pearl my city is
This is your art this is your Balzac your Brookside and your Bach

Little Lou, Ugly Jack, Prophet John (Feat. Norah Jones)

(Stuart)
What a waste, I could've been your lover
What a waste, I could've been your friend
Perfect love is like a blossom that fades so quick
When it's blowing up a storm in May

Travel south until your skin turns, woman
Travel south until your skin turns brown
Put a language in your head and get on a train
And then come back to the one you love

(Norah)
Yeah you're great, you're just part, of this lifetime of dreaming
That extends to the heart of this long summer feeling
Cry at night, you see the tv's glowing
Cry at night, you hear the walls are awake

Being you, I'm getting out of a party crowd (?)
Can I see what's underneath your bed?
Can I stay until the milkman's working?
Can I stay until the café's awake?

(Together)
Do you hate me in the light?
Did you get a fright?
When you looked across from where you lay

Yeah you're great, you're just part, of this lifetime of dreaming
That extends to the heart of this long summer feeling
All the history of wars (?) I invent in my head
Little Lou, Ugly Jack, Prophet John

All the history of wars (?) I invent in my head
Little Lou, Ugly Jack, Prophet John

(Stuart)
What a waste, I could've been your lover

(Norah)
What a waste, I could've been your friend

I know a spell
That would you make help
Write about love, it could be in any tense, but it must make sense

I know a trick
Forget that you are sick
Write about love, it could be in any form, hand it to me in the morning

I hate your job, I'm working way too much (every day I'm stuck in an office)
At one o'clock, I take my lunch up on the roof
The city's right below, I'll ride upon a friend
He's intellectual and he's hot, but he understands

The seconds move on (if you watch the clock)
And the sky grows dark (if you're looking up)
And the girls move from thrill to thrill on the tightrope walk (on the tightrope walk)

I hate my job, I'm working way too much (every day I'm stuck in an office)
At one o'clock, I take my lunch up on the roof
The city's right below, I'll ride upon a friend
He's intellectual and he's hot, but he understands

I know a way (so you know the way)
Get on your skinny knees and pray (Maybe not today)
You've got to see the dream through the windows and the trees of your living room (of your living room)
You've got to see the dream through the windows and the trees of your living room

Born on a Sunday, every day is Monday
That is what I've heard
About the real world
Up on the morning
Heading for the schoolyard
Big boys being bullies make it so hard

It's a lesson for the real world
Seems so far away the real world

Up to the bigger school
Trying not to be fool
Here I am, new shoes and cagoule
Look I'm getting closer to the real world
("Tell me where the girls are?")

Thinking about happiness
Thinking about Tara
Thinking about sorrow
Thinking about Sara
Sorrow and Sara are the very same word

In my young life I get so hurt
Will I make it in the real world?

Gluing up my Airfix kit
Cigarettes after gym
Had a pint of Special Brew
Won't do that again

Train for examination, got me traction
Mickey Mouse college course
Looking for action
Play guitar, stacking shelves
Holding back in the real world

Now it's Monday morning
I'm still yawning
Scuffing down the city street
Heading for the clock on
Bought a Daily Record like a real man

Well, I made it to the real world
But I'm not living in the real world

I've seen God in the sun
I've seen God in the street
God before bed and the promise of sleep
God in my dreams and the free ride of grace
But it all disappears
And then I wake up

Was it too late?
Was it just your fate?
There's a demon that waits at the garden gate
If you get past him maybe Lawrence and Phil
Will be waiting to take you to the ghost of rockschool

Everything hums
As the blue heart turns
And the blue girls dawn us when the sun goes down
A story tonight is from your solitude heights
I got a window on your constellation

Master I love from the ground above
There's the stars below as my memory flows
Every picture frame is beating louder than time
Every clock in the hall is bending slowly

She's in her tower
And she's beautiful, sure
The quicker you learn she has no soul to discern
At least no business of yours
You bear the vacuum of scars
She was put there to tempt you
Like the perfume of flowers

I've seen God in the sun
I've seen God in the street
God before bed and the promise of sleep
God in my dreams and the free ride of grace
I've seen God shining up from her reflection

I've seen God in the sun
I've seen God in the street
God before bed and the promise of sleep
God in the puddles and the (?)
I've seen God shining up from her reflection

Love and pain and sorrow
Keep the band together

She was like my soulmate
Whispered in my ear

Love was playing music
It was all we wanted

Making plastic records
Of our history

How I knew it mattered
To a certain person
Heard the boy in London
Called out from the crowd

Said something that I could tell me 10 years later
Wishing that he still called like he called that night

Pulling songs from thin air?
Pulling songs from bridges
Smell the air in small town
Where the drain life starts?

Ever will I love you?
Now your ? is over
Ever will I love you
You were good to me

Now I'm in memory?
Is a cherished story
Known about the present
And arrayed the past

Love is like a novel
Read the blessed pages

Did I do my best dear?
That is all you ask

I saw you around
When you were young and free
How did I know
Try but I can't remember
How it began (back in the day)
Was there a plan? (follow my way)
I'm living in the past
You're making history

The road into town
That's when it came to me
I'm not alone
I felt the world stop turning
Stop in your tracks (where could I go?)
Cover my back (let yourself show)
I took the long way home
I feel a blistering

Listen up we'll make a deal
And I'll tell you what I see
And when the second hand
Hits the morning
You will hear me calling
Come to me, come to me

Don't leave me behind
Stuck in a memory
Caught in a lie
Something that once you told me
Fortune or fame
Please don't be late
Watching the world will fall in the sand

Forward's the only way to go
You catch me up I'll take it slow
I can see your future, there's nobody around
(chorus to fade)

There is no hole in which to hide
There is no plane to catch
No hotel room that's warm enough
No rented room that's quiet

A friend I've known through six degrees
Comes down to where I hide
A friend I've known through dreams and prayers
She comes back to my side

You're so far from wanting to talk
You're so far from wanting to say something good
Feel something good

The secret lives and loves of girls
The secret lives of boys
The story of the both of us
Too close to ever love

Whisky from the Island of Sand
Whisky from the year you were born
Tastes like kidnap and ransom and exile

Somebody asked me what heaven was like
Somebody asked me for hell
Somebody asked me what heaven was like
Lunging and happening, panting of souls

Every girl you ever admired
Every boy you ever desired
Every love you ever forgot
Every person that you despised is forgiven

Shyness hanging like a wendy
Bad clothes keep you in the village hall
Sunday nothing for the rest of us
Sunday listen to your spirits soar
Thank you thank you for the holiday
We talk sometimes in a quiet world
Three years digging all the scenery
Black walls cloudy as a sea of gulls

Let the summer go
Let tomorrow take care of itself
If you believe like you tell me so
Hand in hand, your lover will be every sweet and hungry soul

Stage school falling like a summer end
Trees strip wrap yourself in color brown
Some dead's underneath the capricorn
Bell rings summer need to feeling warm
Mornings must have thought about you
All night reach out with a single call
Not my place to be your confidante
I just thought I'd catch you as you fall

Let the summer go
Let tomorrow take care of itself
If you believe like you tell me so
Hand in hand, your lover will be every sweet and hungry soul

Goodness glowing like a firefly
Cheap bones, blue eyes of a millionaire

[No lyrics]

My friend, she wants
To be a Suicide Girl
I'll take her picture
For the whole wide world
I've known her for a long time
You could say that I'm a fan
But I always thought that
I would be her man

My friend, she wants
To be the girl of suicide
She wants a number
For her radical side
I know that she is special
I can see what she has got
But without her gloves and garnered clothes
She will take them to the world
Exposed, she gives it all away

My friend
She sometimes gets anxiety and stress
She got a man
From the NHS
She proclaims a week of sadness!
She's abstained from telling jokes!
The world will see her poor image
A butterfly to empathy
I know that I can do it
I'm in to light, I'm in to shade
But let's face the facts
We ain't going back
When she takes off her clothes
We'll never be the same again!