Lyrics - Paroles de chansons

Beetlebum
What you done
She's a gun
Now what you've done
Beetlebum
Get nothing done
You beetlebum
Just get numb
Now what you've done
Beetlebum

And when she lets me slip away
She turns me on all my violence is gone
Nothing is wrong
I just slip away and I am gone
Nothing is wrong
She turns me on
I just slip away and now I am gone

Beetlebum
Because you're young
She's a gun
Now what you've done
Beetlebum
She'll suck your thumb
She'll make you come
Coz, she's your gun
Now what you've done
Beetlebum

He's on, he's on, he's on it...

I got my head checked
By a jumbo jet
It wasn't easy but nothing is
No

chorus :
Woo hoo
When I feel heavy metal
Woo hoo
And I'm pins and I'm needles
Woo hoo
Well, I lie and I'm easy
All of the time but I'm never sure
Why I need you
Pleased to meet you

I got my head down
When I was young
It's not my problem (x 2)

chorus

Yeah yeah (x 3)
Oh yeah

You're taking the fun
Out of everything
Making me run
When I don't want to think
You're taking the fun
Out of everything
I don't want to think at all

There's no other way
There's no other way
All that you can do
Is watch them play

You're taking the fun
Out of everything
You're making it clear
When I don't want to think
You're taking me up when
I dont want to go up anymore
I'm just watching it all

There's no other way
There's no other way
All that you can do
Is watch them play

I'll watch you play

This is the next century
Where the Universal's free
You can find it anywhere
Yes, the future's been sold
Every night we're gone
And to karaoke songs
How we like to sing along
'Though the words are wrong

It really, really, really could happen
Yes, it really, really, really could happen
When the days they seem to fall through you
Well, just let them go

No-one here is alone
Satellite's in every home
Yes, the Universal's here
Here for everyone
Every paper that you read
Says tomorrow's your lucky day
Well, here's your lucky day

It really, really, really could happen
Yes, it really, really, really could happen
If the days they seem to fall through you
Well, just let them go

Do you feel like a chain store ?
Practically floored
One of many zeros
Kicked around bored
Your ears are full but your empty
Holding out your heart
To people who never really
Care how you are

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So give me Coffee and TV
History
I've seen so much
I'm goin' blind
And i'm braindead virtually
Sociability
It's hard enough for me
Take me away form this big bad world
And agree to marry me
So we can start all over again

Do you go to the country
It isn't very far
There's people there who will hurt you
Cos of who you are

Your ears are full of the language
There's wisdom there you're sure
'Til the words start slurring
And you can't find the door

chorus (x 2)

Oh... we could start over again (x 4)

Confidence is a preference for the habitual voyeur of what is known as (parklife)
And morning soup can be avoided if you take a route straight through what is known as (parklife)
John's got brewers droop he gets intimidated bythe dirty pigeons they love a bit of it (parklife)
Who's that gut lord marching... you should cut down on
your porklife mate... get some exercise

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All the people
So many people
They all go hand in hand
Hand in hand through their parklife

Know what I mean
I get up when I want except on wednesdays
when I get rudely awakened by the dustmen (parklife)
I put my trousers on, have a cup of tea and
I think about leaving the house (parklife)
I feed the pigeons I sometimes feed the sparrows too
it gives me a sense of enormous well being (parklife)
And then i'm happy for the rest of the day safe in the knowledge
there will always be a bit of my heart devoted to it (parklife)

chorus

Parklife (parklife)
Parklife (parklife)

It's got nothing to do with vorsprung durch technic you know
And it's not about you joggers who go round and round and round
Parklife (parklife)

chorus (x 2)

She said there's ants in the carpet
Dirty little monsters
Eating all the morsels
Picking up the rubbish
Give her effervescence
She needs a little sparkle
Good morning tv
You're looking so healthy

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And we all say
Don't want to be alone
We wear the same clothes
Because we feel the same
And kiss with dry lips
When we say goodnight
End of a century... it's nothing special

Sex on tv
Everybody's at it
And the mind gets dirty
As you get closer to thirty
He gives her a cuddle
They're glowing in a huddle
Good night tv
You're all made up
And you know that

chorus

Can you eat her yes you can

chorus

It's over
You don't need to tell me
I hope you're with someone who makes you
Feel safe in your sleeping tonight
I won't kill myself, trying to stay in your life
I got no distance left to run

When you see me
Please turn your back and walk away
I don't want to see you
'Cause I know the dreams that you keep is wearing me
When your coming down, think of me here
I got no distance left to run

It's over, I knew it would end this way
I hope you're with someone who makes you feel
That this life is the night
And it settles down, stays around
Spends more time with you
I got no distance left to run

Tender is the night
Lying by your side
Tender is the touch
Of someone that you love too much
Tender is the day
The demons go away
Lord I need to find
Someone who can heal my mind

chorus :
Come on (x 3)
Get through it
Come on (x 3)
Love's the greatest thing
Come on (x 3)
Get through it
Come on (x 3)
Love's the greatest thing
That we have
I'm waiting for that feeling (x 2)
Waiting for that feeling to come

bridge : (x 2)
Oh my baby (x 2)
Oh why
Oh my

Tender is the ghost
The ghost I love the most
Hiding from the sun
Waiting for the night to come
Tender is my heart
I'm screwing up my life
Lord I need to find
Someone who can heal my mind

chorus

bridge (x 2)

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bridge (x 2)

Tender is the night
Lying by your side
Tender is the touch
Of someone that you love too much
Tender is my heart you know
I'm screwing up my life
Oh Lord I need to find
Someone who can heal my mind

chorus

bridge

Street's like a jungle
So call the police
Following the herd
Down to Greece - on holiday
Love in the nineties
Is paranoid
On sunny beaches
Take your chances - looking for

chorus : (x 2)
Girls who are boys
Who like boys to be girls
Who do boys like they're girls
Who do girls like they're boys
Always should be someone you really love

Avoiding all work
'Cause there's none available
Like battery thinkers
Count your thoughts - on one two three four five fingers
Nothing is wasted
Only reproduced
You get nasty blisters
Du bist sehr schön
But we haven't been introduced.

chorus (x 2)

Ah ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah
Looking for...

chorus (x 4)

Ah ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah

I met him in a crowded room
Where people go to drink away their gloom
He sat me down and so began
The story of a charmless man
Educated the expensive way
He knows his claret from his beaujolais
I think he'd like to have been Ronnie Kray
But then nature didn't make him that way
He went...

He thinks his educated airs
Those family shares
Will protect him
That we'll respect him
He moves in circles of friends
Who just pretend
That they like him
He does the same to them
And when you put it all together
There's the model of a charmless man

He knows the swingers and their cavalry
Says he can get in anywhere for free
I began to go a little cross-eyed
And from this charmless man I just had to hide

He talks at speed
He gets nose bleeds
He doesn't see
His days are tumbling
Down upon him
And yet he tries so hard to please
He's just so keen
For you to listen
But no-one's listening

And when you put it all together
There's the model of a charmless man
He thinks his educated airs
Those family shares
Will protect him
That you'll respect him
And yet he tries so hard to please
He's just so keen
For you to listen
But no-one's listening
And when you put it all together
There's the model of a charmless man

I see her face everyday
I see her face
It doesn't help me

She's so high
I want to crawl all over her

I think of her everyday
I think of her
lt doesn't help me

She's so high

I want to crawl all over her

She doesn't help me

She's so high
I want to crawl all over her

(So the story begins)
City dweller
Successful fella
Thought to himself :
"Oops, I've got a lot of money
Caught in a rat race
Terminally
I'm a professional cynic
But my heart's not in it
I'm paying the price of living life at the limit
Caught up in the century's anxiety"
Yes, it preys on him
He's getting thin
(Try the simple life)

He lives in a house
A very big house
In the country
Watching afternoon repeats
And the food he eats
In the country
He takes all manner of pills
And piles up analyst bills
In the country
Oh, it's like an animal farm
That's the rural charm
In the country

He's got morning glory and life's a different story
Everything's going Jackanory
Touched with his own mortality
He's reading Balzac, knocking back Prozac
It's a helping hand that makes you feel wonderfully bland
Oh, it's a century's remedy
For the faint at heart
A new start
(Try the simple life)

He lives in a house
A very big house
In the country
He's got a fog in his chest
So he needs a lot of rest
In the country
He doesn't drink, smoke, laugh
Takes herbal baths
In the country
You should come to no harm
On the animal farm
In the country
(Blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don't know why)

All these dirty words
They make us look so dumb
Been drinking far too much
And neither of us mean what we say

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Well you and I
Collapsed in love
And it looks like we might have made it,
yes it looks like we've made it to the end

What happened to us
Soon it will be gone forever
Infatuated only with ourselves
And neither of us can think straight anymore

chorus (x 2)

Holy man tiptoed his way across the ganges
The sound of magic music in his ears
Videoed by a bus load of tourists
Shiny shellsuits on and drinking lemonade
Now I got a funny feeling which I bought mailorder
From a man in a teepee in California
Said he once was that great game show performer
Then he blew all his money away
Blew it all away

chorus :
So take me home
Don't leave me alone
I'm not that good
But I'm not that bad
No pyscho killer
Hooligan guerrilla
I dream to riot
Oh you should try it
I'll eat parole get gold card soul
My joy of life is on a roll
And we'll all be the same in the end

Well we all go happy day glow in the discos
The sound of magic music in our brains
Someone stumbles to the bathroom with the horrors
Says lord give me time for I've jumped into space
I'm in outer space

So take me home
Don't leave me alone
I'm not that good
But I'm not that bad
No pyscho killer
Hooligan guerrilla
I dream to riot
Oh you should try it
I'll eat parole get gold card soul
My joy of life is on a roll
And we'll all be the same in the end

Then your on your own

And into the sea goes pretty england and me
Around the bay of biscay and back for tea
Hit traffic on the dogger bank
Up the thames to find a taxi rank
Sail on by with the tide and go asleep
And the radio says

chorus :
This is a low
But it won't hurt you
When you are alone it will be there with you
Finding ways to stay solo

On the tyne forth and cramity
There's a low in the high forties
And saturday's locked away on the pier
Not fast enough dear
On the malin head, blackpool looks blue and red
And the queen, she's gone round the bend
Jumped off land's end

chorus (x 3)

He's a twentieth century boy
With his hands on the rails
Trying not to be sick again
And holding on for tomorrow
London ice cracks on a seamless line
He's hanging on for dear life
So we hold each other tightly
And hold on for tomorrow

Singing
La la, la la la
La la la la la la la la (x 3)
Holding on for tomorrow
...oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...

She's a twentieth century girl
With her hands on the wheel
Trying not to make him sick again
Seeing what she can borrow
London's so nice back in your seamless rhymes
But we're we're lost on the Westway
So we hold each other tightly
And hold on for tomorrow

Singing
La la, la la la
La la la la la la la la (x 3)
Holding on for tomorrow

Trying not to be sick again
And holding for tomorrow
She's a twentieth century girl
Hanging on for dear life
So we hold each other tightly
And hold on for tomorrow

Singing
La la, la la la
La la la la la la la la (x 3)
Holding on for tomorrow

Jim stops and gets out the car,
goes to a house in Emperor's gate,
Through the door and to his room,
Then he puts the TV on,
Turns it off and makes some tea,
Says Modern Life Is Rubbish I'm
Holding on for tomorrow,
Then Susan comes into the room,
She's a naughty girl with a lovely smile,
Says let's take a drive to Primrose Hill,
It's windy there and the view's so nice,
London ice can freeze your toes
Like anyone I suppose
I'm
Holding on for tomorrow..

You really got me seeing you
Really got me done y'all
Music is my radar
Really topped my joy y'all

Really topped my radio
Really got me done y'all
Dealing I'll be seeing you
Really got my beats now, on my ear now...

Aah don't stop me now (x 7)

Really got me changing from my bill from job
Into a new life, oh you really got
Really got me singing elsewhere, oh my girl
Really got me dancin', dancin' in my head now baby

Tony Allen dancing
Tony Allen dancing
Tony Allen gets what a boy can do
Really got me dancin'
He really got me dancin'
But I don't give my soul
All ya'll need and yeah don't give a soul
You really got me driftin'
You really got me dancin'
You really got me dancin' in my head

Aah don't stop me now (x 7)

Aah don't stop me now (You really got me dancin')