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Underworld
Underworld


Background information
Origin Romford, UK
Genre(s) Dance
Techno
Progressive House
Progressive Trance
Alternative Dance
Years active 1986—present
Label(s) V2 Records
Sire Records
Junior Boys Own
Wax Trax! Records
Associated acts Freur
Website Website
Members
Karl Hyde
Rick Smith
Former members
Baz Allen
Bryn Burrows
Alfie Thomas
Pascal Consoli
Darren Emerson



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Underworld Album


Oblivion With Bells (10/15/2007)
10/15/2007
1.
2.
3.
4.
To Heal
5.
6.
Glam Bucket
7.
8.
9.
10.
Good Morning Cockerel
11.
Loads Of Birds
12.
Best Mamgu Ever
. . .


Is that you?
Is that
Is that really you?
To call between my lips
Two kangaroo fingers push
Through and scratch my back in rhythm

Slow foot
Slow fast
Waiting for a night to wrap around us
I could go in there
Get some sweet stuff

All these things
In me (in me)
All these things
In me (in me)

Is that you?
Is that
Is that really you?
To hold beneath my skin
Two numbers click between her touch
When you pull me down into them
Rising and rising
Bird on the inside of a glass eye beating
Calling me in there
Get that sweet stuff

All these things
In me (in me)
All these things
In me (in me)

Did you walk around the stairs (?) x3

Is that you?
Is that
Is that really you?
To crawl between my lips
Two kangaroo fingers push
Through and scratch my back in rhythm

Slow foot
Slow fast
Waiting for a night to wrap around us
I could go in there
Get some sweet stuff

All these things
In me
All these things
In me

. . .


Blood on a tissue on the floor of the train
Sun goes down, temperature drops
Beautiful burnout, beautiful burnout
Bird
Chrome

(Repeat)

. . .


With a glass eye on you
with a glass eye on you
electric eye on you
who loves to be touched
with a glass eye on you
electric eye on you
who could dance like you, dance like you, pleasure
dance like you, delay
keep it simple, one foot goes down, keep it simple
one foot in front of the other
keep it simple, one, to repeat
never to part the sky
one, to repeat
can you feel the darkness
on you like a dog?

with a glass eye on you
electric eye on you
who loves to be touched
with a glass eye on you
who could dance like you, pleasure all day
can you feel it?

i'm holding the moth, moth
i'm holding the moth
floating under the net
fall down to my knees, kiss off, kiss off.
in the rain, stain, to embrace the mouth of every day
every car that never came
you walked away, you walked away
you took me home, you took me in, you left me.
when do we get out of here, this perfect skin

with a glass eye on you
electric eye on you
who loves to be touched
who could dance like you, dance all day
keep it simple, keep it
one foot goes down in front of the other
one foot in front of the other
never part this sky
real thing.

is this your version?
only a copy
leap on, leap off
but i don't know you
and i don't remember you
I need a light on
in matted soul and disconnected
why didn't you call
why didn't I call, to laugh with you
bouncing, bouncing
is it play town? is it play town?
roll the ball with the blue slush cup
date line, be my
cell phone connection

with a glass eye on you
electric eye on you
who loves to be touched
who could dance like you, pleasure all day
keep it simple
one foot goes down in front of the other
one foot in front of the other
one, to ever part this sky
you feel

you walked away, you walked away
you took me home, you took me in, you left me.
you walked away, you walked away
you took me home, you took me in, you left me.
you walked away, you walked away
you took me home, you took me in, you left me.
when do we get out of here
this perfect skin (repeating)

you walked away, you walked away
you took me home, you took me in, you left me.
when do we get out of here, this perfect skin
with a glass eye on you
electric eye on you
who loves to be touched
who could dance like you, dance all day
keep it simple
one foot goes down in front of the other
one foot in front of the other
never part this sky
real thing

. . .

To Heal

[No lyrics]

. . .


I want you to be the way
i want you to be
and when you're not
it hurts me
like shredded tape
something sticky
for security
wrapped tight around a metal box
to imitate security
there's a blue sky over me
but the fear is on me

in a place where ball games are strictly forbidden
luxury 2-bedroomed apartments
overlook the traffic lights
next to the rails
it's a hot day
it's a, it's a hot day
a lazy day for some
but i'm bringing from the inside
all these things

i see a wall
i know it's gonna fall down
maybe hurt somebody
after it's been
tagged and fly posted
it's a rush job
it looks good for long enough
knock em out and sell em
move on
it's a fast buck
and the race is on
to get in get out
get what you want
get out
it's the short-term
the long-term can look after itself
unless you happen to be living here
i've got to stop

(chorus)
people are squinting to block out the sun
complaining or soaking it up
praying for rain the next minute
for a scorched earth
what's it worth
enough is never
enough
let's have a little moan
put the world to right
sit back and watch it all slide by
it's a view from a train
pay somebody else to drive
see the suits
i see the suits sunning themselves on the steps
of the supermarket
and i think of you and i'm alone like this
burning from the inside

i found a new door
i didn't know where it went
i went through
i came out in this shopping mall where
boys wear england shirts
and west ham shirts and arsenal shirts
and the boys from dagenham wear jackets
called harlem
grinning at the door at the
Ann Summers sex shop
it's st. georges day
and all the old people smile
the young people look hungry
looking for a new door
i'm in the sun
at the back of the shops
where the purple weed thins are pushed against the doors that say
fire exit
the smell of grease
there's a broken glass thing under my feet
the boys stop for a smoke in the sun
and watch girls cross from the job centre
to the station
a drunk stands in the door of a pub
a bunch of pea sticks in one hand
a cheery carrier bag
hanging in the other
hanging in the other

girls in england shirts read the papers
and giggle at the table in the cafe
offering homemade dinners
it's good food
but your clothes come out smelling of grease
i got my back to the rail at the end of the ally
by the bypass you might have seen me
scratching all these things
inking it out
deliver us from temptation
and doubt
there's an abandoned trolley
call safe at radio 1

on and on and on
and another england shirt out in the sun
spring falls in pink
on the blacktop and cracks
black and yellow tape covers the scene, of a break in
and every time i think of you i get my peace back

*chorus*

. . .

Glam Bucket

[No lyrics]

. . .


Boy boy boy boy
wraps his arm around a skinny thing
naked around, naked around, naked around
naked around the middle
she's a sleepwalker with an expensive bag
cruising cubicles
cash thrills
cruising and thinking, a cap and hood
straps hanging down your black legs

(pig pig pig pig
stick that word out at your best mark
remember, remember, remember, remembering)
all your sundays come back to haunt me
i like to hurt myself like this sometimes
what you want from me this time
do you want a spoon
carrying another wound
like an addiction
when you caught your affliction

i'm in a rage, i'm in a rage, i'm in a rage
i knew i refused to hand it over
burn me, burn me, burn me, burn me
i know what's going to happen next
(stood at the next table touching the lips with love)
okay now it's clear you can look
clean clean
there's something (chromium)
tattooed dad is getting dirty
and a (tired thing, boooze)

off with your head off with your head
your razor wire beauty
you're going straight, you're going straight, you're going straight
but sometimes you gotta show them
i like to hurt myself like this sometimes
what you want from me this time
do you want a spoon
carrying another wound
like an addiction
when you caught your affliction

. . .


Five. Seventeen.

. . .


I don't wanna get dirty
with two scoops
and white flakes and jelly
wrestling would you do it
would you do it
go down with the body
hugger stroking
clutches caressing
on the corner lip to lip
black and blond chocolate eye

I don't wanna get dirty
with two scoops
and white flakes and jelly
wrestling would you do it
would you do it
go down with the body
hugger stroking
clutches caressing
on the corner lip to lip
black and blond chocolate eye
fundamental

looking up at me
your olive skin
your unmarked beauty unconnected
I don't feel the heat of you
like you want me to
up close and smiling
no seperate bills
she's fantastic
so fantastic like this
this is a catsuit of fifteen colours

faxed invitation
to oblivion with bells
technicolour delights
someone pushing
don't knock, push
honey honey pure twisted
squeeze your libido
....
I feel so disconnected
you smile
you give me everything
this one cold, this one hot
purple head burning fast (?)
water

deep voice, dome head
shooting behind the glass eyes
and walking on the piss stains on a beautiful day
craving company and legs
look around you
you look good to me

i see you in an alley shop
and clean and focus like a hope
when he smoked a cigarette
looking away smelling something surgical
that leaves a mark upon his neck
where the place where you were talking
when you looked so upset
why were you hiding
when I saw you in an alley shop
and clean like a hope

I want someone pretty to give me time
mmmm pretty and fit, smelling good
an unknown lie
animal calling
hungry eye
change the way I feel, on a wheel
and (bang?) jesus loves me on a yellow xylophone
going home
outside you look at me with your brown eyes
lest we forget
angel at the hotel
sudden fiction/friction (?)....?
I was born with a cartoon eye
and a savioury style
very strong feeling (of) freedom, liberty

mmmm deep voice

mmmm deep voice

mmmm deep voice

. . .

Good Morning Cockerel

[No lyrics]

. . .

Loads Of Birds

[No lyrics]

. . .

Best Mamgu Ever

[No lyrics]

. . .


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