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The Bluetones
The Bluetones


Background information
Origin Hounslow, London, England
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Indie Rock
Britpop
Years active 1993—2011
Website Website
Members
Mark Morriss
Adam Devlin
Scott Morriss
Eds Chesters
Former members
Richard Payne



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The Bluetones Album


BBC Radio Sessions (2007)
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Where did you go?
When things went wrong for you?
When the knives came out for you?
Where did you go?
All you needed was a friend.
You just had to ask and then...

You don't have to have the solution, you've got to understand the problem.
And don't go hoping for a miracle.
All this will fade away.
So I'm coming home.
I'm coming home.

What did you learn?
Locked away all on your own, chance and your head all blown.
What did you learn?
It was unfortunate.
You missed your chance to find out that:

You don't have to have the solution, you've got to understand the problem.
And don't go hoping for a miracle.
All this will fade away.
So I'm coming home.
I'm coming home.

You don't have to have the solution, you've got to understand the problem.
And don't go hoping for a miracle, yeah.
All this will fade away.
So I'm coming home.
I'm coming home.
I'm coming home.

But just for a short while.


. . .



I don't have to be feeling down to speak with you.
And I'll visit you not only when I'm feeling blue.
You make me happy when I was happy to start with.
You make my life so precious and so easy to part with.
Life rolls along and teaches us nothing.
So why am I still around waiting for something?
Do you have the answers to all of my questions?
Maybe not, but I'd like to hear your suggestions. Yeah.

Talk to me, you don't talk to me.
Talk to me, you don't talk to me.

People in corridors, people in doorways.
People wherever I turn.
So many people crowd out the shadows.
So many people to love.
And to burn.

Communication is blurred.
I can't understand a word.
Though there's nothing to be heard.
It's all gone quite absurd.
Communication is blurred.
I can't understand a word.
Though there's nothing to be heard.
It's all gone quite absurd.
Communication is blurred.
I can't understand a word.
Though there's nothing to be heard.
It's all gone quite, all gone quite absurd.


. . .


Glad to see your face again,
It seems so long ago,
But I know that when,
You come around,
I won't want you to go,
You burnt your friends,
Say your piece,
And say you've got to go,
And that's the way I like it.

Glad to see you back again,
I never want you to,
I always want you to go,
Glad to see you back again,
I never want you to,
I always want you to go.

Well hello again,
It's such a beautiful day,
But I know that when,
Here we go again,
It has to end this way,
I've said too much,
But I've far to much to say,
And that's the way I like it.

Glad to see you back again,
I never want you to,
I always want you to go,
Glad to see you back again,
I never want you to,
I always want you to go.

I know that I've been here before,
I know that I'll be back for more,
I know that we've been here before,
Just don't ask me how I know.

Glad to see you back again,
I never want you to,
I always want you to go.

. . .


I can't fight, I forgo my pride,
Eye's open wide, I've nothing to hide,
Take me away, I'm ready to go,
To where I can't say,
And how I don't know.

Falling through, right into you,
Where can I go, what can I do,
Take me away, I'm willing to see,
And for the first time,
It all makes sense to me.

Appears to me, their to scared to say,
That no one can seem to find their way,
Don't mean we have to string along,
You do just to find you've done it wrong.

I can't fight, I forgo my pride,
Eye's open wide, I've nothing to hide,
Take me away, I'm able to say,
Won't take forever,
The best part of a day.

Appears to me, their to scared to say,
That no one can seem to find their way,
Don't mean we have to string along,
You do just to find you've done it wrong.

. . .


Yesterday has gone but time is on my side,
When I'm on my own I find a place to hide,
You're rushing through my head,
You're seeping through my skin.

Heaven feels so close it doesn't feel so great,
Underneath these stars well I don't know my name,
I'm lying in your arms, I'm lying to your face,
And right before my eyes,
You turned and walked away.

One thing she can't do,
Is tell me what I'm trying to prove,
And what to say to you,
I'll be straight with you,
I think I might be losing my way,
Because you left me there for dead,
I don't ever think I'll get over you.

(Hello boys and girls!)

One thing she can't do,
Is tell me what I'm trying to prove,
And what to say to you,
I'll be straight with you,
I think I might be losing my way.

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You left me unguided.
You left me divided.
With room to complain.
So I say in this song the wait is too long.

I thought I had seen it.
I thought I had learned.
But there's something around each corner I turn.
Can't stay still forever.
I've got to get it together.
If you'd seen with these eyes, and lived with these lies.

I've thought about father.
And I've thought about him.
And I knew that this wasn't for me.
Now the beast can subside.
The boy needn't hide.
Oh, if you'd seen with these eyes.

Never dare to slow.
On and on she goes.
Knowing what she knows.
Laughing.
Never dare to slow.
On and on she goes.
Knowing what she knows.
Nature's whipping boy.
Fate's immortal toy.
Twisting through the void.
Laughing.


. . .



If you get out before September, remember that I'm still inside, but I'm dry, I'm dry.
And you, when you try to make a difference, you're so different.
And then I try, and just die, I die.

You know that I need you more than I want ya, but I want ya for all time.
So I'm, I guess on the line.
It's all that I can do to sing these stupid songs to you.
I give up half my time just trying to think up words that rhyme.
I ain't getting any younger, but you wouldn't know.
So it's on with the show.

Sometimes a smoke a drink and a ponder can work wonders when you're down.
Takes your frown, turns it round, around.
And you when you try to make a difference, you're no different than when I try, and just die, I die.

And now that your day-dream is forgotten and forgiven, and the world has been saved, be brave.
It's all that I can do to sing these stupid songs to you.
I give up half my time just trying to think up words that rhyme.
I ain't getting any younger, but you wouldn't know.
'Cause I walk in shadow.
And I never ever really show my face.
But I'm only ever seen in the right place.


. . .



I know it's getting late.
But if you'd like to talk a little more.
Well that's alright with me.
I'm feeling kinda tired.
But it ain't exactly beating down my door.
Now just why could this be?

And I know I shouldn't say.
But you've been acting strange the last few days.
And this has made me think.
Your pills have cost too much.
And you can't feel them working any more.
So pour them down the sink.
And listen to me.

All you've gotta do is baby kick off your shoes and lay down.
Climb up here with me and let's forget about sleep, and lay down.

Why hide your face from me?
Why turn away?
All I wanna do is pull you closer and say:
I'm feeling kinda tired.
But it ain't exactly beating down my door.
Now just why could this be?
Will you listen to me?

All you've gotta do is baby kick off your shoes and lay down.
Climb up here with me and let's forget about sleep, just lay down with me.
Lay down next to me.
Lay down with me.

I know I shouldn't say.
But you've been acting strange the last few days.
And this has made me think, you know it got me thinking.
Your pills have cost too much.
And you can't feel them working any more.
So pour them all right down the sink.


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Monday
Count all the teeth in my head
Tuesday
Anointed by a man in a dress
It's more than just a question of time
It's more a question of
Reason and rhyme

Wednesday
Got hiched just like a good boy should
Thursday
And Friday didn't feel so good
On Saturday I said my goodbyes
On Sunday I'm food
For the worms and the flies

Pack up your troubles now take
All you can carry
On your way
Your way
Just remember this time you know you've only got seven days

It's more than just a question of time
It's more a question of
Reason and rhyme

Pack up your troubles now take
All you can carry
On your way
Your way
Just remember this time you know you've only got seven days


. . .



I hear something in the basement, when I shouldn't hear a sound.
Voices speaking there in whispers.
People moving stuff around.
Now this was causing me to lose sleep.
So I thought I'd check it out.
But the dust down there was this deep, and there was no-one about.

I think I'm starting to lose what grip I had.
I think I'm starting to slide.
Beast or bride?
You decide.
Am I paranoid enough for the outside?

I told the doctor of my symptoms, and he didn't say a word.
I'm getting hives on my shoulders, and I get tired like a small bird.
And soon my friends stop coming over, 'cause I just lie there on the bedspread.
Listening to voices in the basement.
Or is that voices in my head?

I think I'm starting to lose what grip I had.
I think I'm starting to slide.
Beast or bride?
You decide.
Am I paranoid enough for the outside?

I'll catch you later, get me outta here, outta here.
I'll catch you later, get me outta here, outta here.
Yeah, I'll catch you later, get me outta here, outta here.
I'll catch you later, get me outta here, outta here.


. . .


I float in a boat on a river,
Leading a simple life,
These are the tools that I'm given,
The compass, line and knife.

One at a time the old crimes are forgotten,
Buried in lime and left there to go rotten,
One at a time the old crimes are forgotten,
Buried in lime and left there to go rotten.

Follow the stars to wherever,
Moon turn the tides away,
I sleep in the arms of forever,
Drifting out into the bay.

One at a time the old crimes are forgotten,
Buried in lime and left there to go rotten,
One at a time the old crimes are forgotten,
Buried in lime and left there in a hole.

I believe there's something good around the corner,
I received a premonition,
Coasting out towards the sea, the water's warmer,
All my dreams come to fruition.

The last of the great navigators,
They ruled with no fixed address,
Alone in the song to the siren,
And the devil make done for the rest.

One at a time the old crimes are forgotten,
Buried in lime and left there to go rotten,
One at a time the old crimes are forgotten,
Buried in lime and left there in a hole to rot away.

. . .


Sending smoke signals across the bar,
Drinkin' bourbon from a mason jar,
I'm over and I know it,
I'm over and I know it's all done.

Doo doo doo doodoo.

Chasing paper weights through paper walls,
'Causing problems where there's none at all,
I'm over and I know it,
I'm over and I know it's all gone.

It's gone too far,
It's gone too far,
I'm over and I know it,
I'm over and I know it,
Clap your hands.

Doo doo doo doodoo, clap your hands,
Doo doo doo doodoo, clap your hands,
Doo doo doo doodoo, clap your hands,
Doo doo doo doodoo, clap your hands,
Doo doo doo doodoo, clap your hands,
Doo doo doo doodoo, clap your hands,
Doo doo doo doodoo, clap your hands,
Doo doo doo doodoo.

. . .



It was a month and a day
It seems a lifetime away
When we first met in town and spent a night
We drank and we talked until the music was stopped
And the barman came and turned back on the light
We arranged again to meet and as I walked off down the street
I swear that I felt ten feet tall
Was I dizzy from the wine?
Or maybe I just missed the signs
‘Cause now you won't return my calls
I hope that one day when you're ancient
Preparing for another lonely night
You close your eyes for one last time
And you see me in my prime
The great lost love of my life


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