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1. | Shad Thames |
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4. | Winter Melody |
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11. | The Sea |
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A simple good morning
Or hello would have done
The silence 10 am
Not my idea of fun
The papers the photos
Things were found in the fire
Chorus:
Something that you said
The look upon your face
Something in the way you hold me
I know what they say
I know what this means
I know that you never told me
A change of hair colour
Clairol baby-blond
Im not quite used to it
It never takes too long
No makeup no earrings
Nothing to identify me
Chorus
Repeat chorus several times...
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When I come home in the evening
I cry at the silence waiting for me
And you bring me a warm cup of coffee
Instead of the love you know that I need
Wait... wait...
Sometimes in Winter love can go astray
Lonely, don't you get lonely
Don't you get lonely for me
You cradled my head as you held me
I swore I could feel the earth turning around
But love seemed to go with the seasons
Now touching you feels like rain coming down
Little girl, she stands alone
This is such a different dream
Now we're on the road to hell
Who will see...?
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(lyrics as transcribed by Juha Heikkinen)
Learn to swim...
da-da-da-dum-da-da...
da-da-da-dum-da-da...
Learn to swim
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Plane or a boat
Get away, gotta go
Stood in the snow
No sound, alone
Everybody thinks they know the answers
Everybody wants to be courageous
Standing on the corner waiting for a taxi
Suddenly it seems so clear
Plane or a boat
Get away, gotta go
Get away
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Hes on the phone, and she wants to go home;
Shoes in hand, dont make a sound, its time to go.
(ooh-ooh)
Someday (someday), someday.
Hes on the phone, doesnt want to go home.
The hotel life - forget your wife, youre on your own.
Academia girl;
Her lifes a gas, she loves the trash inside his world.
Cant find his way there,
Got the cash, feeling flash in leicester square.
(ooh-ooh)
Yes.
She never meant to call, she did anyway,
And now hes trying to find the words to say
Someday (someday), someday (someday.)
Yes.
She never meant to call, she did anyway,
And now hes trying to find the words to say
Someday (someday), someday.
Its five to twelve and shes nervous as hell,
With nothing to lose, its hard to choose its hard to tell.
[the remix has this additional couplet:
And hers is lilac and gold;
The things she has, shes feeling sad, shes feeling old.]
Skin is dewdrop and warm;
The lipstick kiss, reminisce, awake til dawn.
(ooh-ooh)
Yes.
She never meant to call, she did anyway,
And now hes trying to find the words to say
Someday (someday), someday (someday.)
Yes. (ooh-ooh)
She never meant to call, she did anyway,
And now hes trying to find the words to say
Someday (someday), someday (someday.)
Et cest alors que supposement blesse par le commun des mortels,
[the remix contains the middle section:
Quen habit pourpre et net, de mes cendres fictions,
Pour lencore inconnu(e), attendu(e); ]
Je reserecte encore et encore.
Je reserecte encore et encore.
Hes on the phone and she wants to go home,
Shoes in hand, dont make a sound, its time to go
Ooh-ooh
Yes.
She never meant to call, she did anyway,
And now hes trying to find the words to say
Someday (someday), someday (someday.)
Yes. (ooh-ooh)
She never meant to call, she did anyway,
And now hes trying to find the words to say
Someday (someday), someday (someday), someday.
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And so you and I quite by chance near the phone
I could call and make you crawl into bed
Questions, questions
I'll just speak in slow motion
About obsessions with boys on the floor
Take that smile off your face
Wipe that tear from your eye
Don't say you're sorry for me
Take that smile off your face
Wipe that tear from your eye
Don't say you're sorry for me
But don't go
Multiplies like loving
Loving ammeter eyes
Don't feel like loving
Loving ammeter eyes
Oh, now look at me like a stormtrooper in drag
And I bet you feel exactly like I do
So disgusted and so tired of dealers in arms
I don't hold your point of view
Nothing to do and nothing to sell
And there is nothing to say
Nothing to do and nothing to sell
And there is nothing to say
Multiplies like loving
Loving ammeter eyes
Don't feel like loving
Loving ammeter eyes
Stop it
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Does it pay to be so good?
Spent my whole life doing all the things they said I should
All the time, see the people
Having all the big fun
That could've been mine
It should've been mine
Now I want to be a star
For the girl who's got it made
Live in Primrose Hill
A brighter place, drink lemonade
You and I, saw your face in magazines
Hey, I told you, I said you'd be mine
I knew you'd be mine
Now I want to be a star
Yeah, I want to be a star
Had time to think about it
Told my friends at work about it
Had enough of their moody faces
And all of those untidy places
I knew, I knew, yeah!
Doesn't pay to be so good
Spent my whole life doing all those things they said I should
Now I'm gonna be
Yeah, I'm gonna be a star
It doesn't pay to be so good
I said it doesn't pay to be so good
Yeah, I told you
You should have listened...
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Down by the sea
No one but me
Caught in the rain
I’m free again
Stood on the pier
No trace of tears
Right back where I started from
I know that I wasn’t wrong
Right back where I started from
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I just found your letter
It doesn't mean a thing
You said things should be better
For you and me
Hey, baby, if you want to leave
I could come as well
Clean air and a change of scene
Barefoot in the swell
You left late this morning
Didn't say goodbye
And I feel so lonesome
I could cry
I used to be so sure of you
I didn't even try
Lost sight of the things you do
For you and I
Oh... away from home...
I know you were happy
You told me yourself
Hey, maybe not exactly
Oh, but I believed
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You're mine...
Angel,
Nobody ever stopped to wonder why
Angel,
Nobody knows what's going on in my mind at night
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