1. |
Social Creeper
02:14
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Social stopped my dole
Identity’s been stole
Seems I’ve got no soul
My life’s in a hole
Girlfriend went astray
Took her love away
So, I smoke a J
Take the pain away
Yeah…
Nothing’s going wrong (x4)
Girlfriend came back
Had a heart attack
Said she’s on the smack
In losing do I lack
Government sold out
Left us all with nowt
What’s it all about?
Yeah there’s
Nothing’s going wrong (x4)
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho
He he he he he he he
Ha ha ha ha he he
Hoo ha hhha hhhhaa
Heee hooaaah ahhhhhaha hah
Yeah…
Nothing’s going wrong (x8)
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2. |
Cornerhouse Blues
04:53
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I felt lost
I was lonely
You left me
on my own
It was cold
It was cloudy
And you left me
Feeling blue
I was drunk
Two Regal Kingsize
And you left me
On my own
On me own
Feeling Blue
A mile from home
Nothing else to do
I was on drugs
I’d had about 13 pints
You left me
On my own
It’s another era
It’s a different time
You left me
On me own
We were in the red light district
Oooooooh
And you left me
Feeling Blue
I wish I was
Alone
On me own
Feeling Blue
Two fags left
And I was drunk
Ooh
La la la
La la la la
La la la la
On me own
La la la
La la la
Feeling blue
La la la
La la la la
On me own
Ooh
On me own
As I walked home
I was sick
Fish and chips
Kentucky fried
You left me
On me own
You left me
Feeling blue
You left me
On me own
You left me
Feeling buh blue
On me own
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3. |
Northern
02:22
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Remember when Northern was in?
Early Motown, Aretha Franklin
Every weekend we would go
To the one and only Wigan Casino
Northern was a blast
Northern happened fast
Northern couldn’t last
Northern was a blast
Then we would chill right out
Listening to the Northern Soul sounds
Then they’d play three before eight
Guarantee we’d get home real late
Northern was a blast
Northern happened fast
Northern couldn’t last
Northern was a blast
Northern was a blast
Northern happened fast
Northern couldn’t last
Northern was a blast
Oh, Northern was a blast
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4. |
Broadway and Fifth
01:55
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It’s been a hard day’s nine hour storm
I’ve been thinking into the early morn
I’ve got an oil can by my head
And I got up before Alycia, Ooh
I was at Broadway 5th Avenue
Wow, look up its quite a view
Early morning, 9 AM
It’s a rush hour point of view
It’s been a hard day’s nine hour storm
I’ve been thinking, think all night long
I’ve got an oil can by my head
And I got up before the rest of them, Ooh
I was at Broadway 5th Avenue
It’s the coldest place that I’ve ever been
It’s the biggest place that I’ve ever seen
In a rush hour point of view
It’s been a hard day’s nine hour storm
I’ve been thinking, thinking all night long
She said “Give me a dollar, you Irish bum
And I’ll put you in the Movies” Oooh
“Are you looking at me? Are you looking at me?”
“You fucking Irish bum, you fucking Irish bum”
“Are you looking at me?”
Yeahhh
“Are you looking at…”
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5. |
Skips
05:35
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I looked here, I looked there
Could not be found anywhere
Was it a dream or reality?
All alone again, you see
Looking here, looking there
No one around anywhere
Living in Living in Skips (X 4)
Was it a dream or reality?
Strangers turn away from me
On my own, no money
All alone again, you see
Was it a dream or reality?
Turned around, gone from me
L...L...let it be
One for you nineteen for me
(chorus)
Was it a dream or reality?
On my own again, you see
Sleeping here, sleeping there
Sleeping here, sleeping there
Was it a dream or reality?
L..L...let it be
One for you nineteen for me
L..L...let it be
Skips Skips Skips Skipsssssss said the snake
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6. |
It
02:41
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It’s hard, It
It’s soft, It
It’s everywhere, It
It’s somewhere, It
Oooooh
Ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Oooooooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
It’s hard, It
It’s easy, It
It’s everywhere, It
It’s over there, It
(chorus)
It’s hard, It
It’s soft, It
It’s everywhere, It
It’s nowhere, It
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7. |
Maguire
03:08
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Big John Mack, Barry Maguire
Friday night Brambles Farm on fire
Hard men and hard women were there
Singing and dancing on chairs
When you’re up, you’re up
When you’re down, you’re down
Wind your window up
Wind your window down
When you’re up, you’re up
Cocaine brings you down
Wind your window up
Six feet underground
Then he got 10 years in prison
For dealing these drugs
And inside everybody loved him
He sorted out all the thugs
When you’re up, you’re up
When you’re down, you’re down
Wind your window up
Wind your window down
When you’re up, you’re up
Coke can bring you down
Wind your window up
Six feet underground
Then he moved onto a hard life
Dope drops on a car park
But I’ll never forget, oh, where you were
Big John, Big John Mack
When you’re up, you’re up
When you’re down, you’re down
Wind your window up
Wind your window down
When you’re up, you’re up
Cocaine brings you down
Wind your window up
Six feet underground
(repeat)
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8. |
The Drummer
04:33
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Owwww, Ow ow ooh
from the mountains to the valleys
To the dawn ‘til late at night
From the rain into the river to the seas with all their might
In an ocean of an emotion you are drowning with the fish with which you find yourself surrounding
In an ocean of an emotion you are drowning with the fish with which you find yourself surrounding
The drummer, the drummer, the drummer
He’s the drummer, lord, he’s the drummer, he’s the drummer, yeah
The drummer, the drummer, the drummer
He’s the drummer, lord, he’s the drummer, he’s the drummer, yeah
Well, he’s the drummer he might be a marra of mine
And quite frankly he’s not had the time
There are things he should have said
He should have said but he never did
Cos he’s the drummer, baby
He’s the drummer, baby
The drummer, the drummer, the drummer
He’s the drummer, he’s the drummer, he’s the drummer, yeah
The drummer, the drummer, the drummer,
He’s the drummer, lord, he’s the drummer, lord, he’s the drummer, yeah
Well, she’s a drummer, she might be a sister of mine
And, quite frankly, she’s not had the time
There are things she should have done
She should have done but she never did
Cos she’s a drummer, baby, she’s a drummer, baby
The drummer, the drummer, the drummer
She’s the drummer, lord, she’s the drummer, lord, she’s the drummer, lord, yeah
The drummer, the drummer, the drummer
She’s the drummer, lord, she’s the drummer, she’s the drummer, yeah
Lee’s a drummer, he might be a brother of mine
He took all the money, and spent it on cocaine
There are things he should have said
He should have done but he never did
Cos Lee’s a drummer, baby, Lee’s a drummer, baby
Drummer, drummer, drummer
Lee’s a drummer, he’s a drummer, lord, Lee’s the drummer, yeah
Drummer, drummer, the drummer
Lee’s a drummer, he’s a drummer, Lee’s a drummer, yeah
Owwwww, Ow ow owooooh
To the river
Late at night
To the valley
All their might
The drummer, the drummer, the drummer
He’s the drummer, he’s the drummer, she’s the drummer, yeah, ooh
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9. |
David Christ
03:26
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Ask my friends and they will tell you I’m not a religious man
Roman Catholics, Christians, Mormons could be Sons of Sam
Alan Bates and Hayley Mills, yeah, Whistle Down the Wind
Bless me Father, Gideon’s bible, several times I’ve binned
Who is David Christ?(x4)
Jesus in a leather jacket, Elvis Presley grin
One night down by the river she walked on water for him
Jesus in a leather jacket, arrived in Wichita Falls
He was handsome, he was pretty, he was 6 feet tall
Who is David Christ? (x 4)
Ask my friends and they will tell you I’m not a religious man
Roman Catholics, Christians, Mormons could be Sons of Sam
Alan Bates and Hayley Mills, yeah, Whistle Down the Wind
Bless me Father, Gideon’s bible, several times I’ve binned
Who is David Christ? (x 4)
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10. |
Bert Revert
02:13
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Bert revert,
It always hurts,
Bert revert,
But the pain goes away
Bert revert (x4)
You’re going upwards just as fast as you can go
You lay your hand down just as you begin to slow
You’re sliding
You’re sliding
You’re sliding
Up and round you go
Until you’re going faster than you were before
Bert revert
Face in the dirt
Bert revert
But the dirt washed away
Bert revert (x4)
Bert rev-hurt hurt hurt hurt hurt hurt hurt
Bert revert
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11. |
Soap, Towel
03:56
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Years ago, I was caught
Stealing things, I should have bought, yeah
Prison life
Pass the knife
Prison life
Now my wife, yeah
I was sent to prison
Banged up with a guy called John, yeah
Prison life
Now my wife
Girlfriends travel
Visiting the animals
Prison life
Pass that knife
Prison life
Now my wife, yeah
I was released yesterday
Never going back anyway
Prison life
Prison life
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12. |
Hear Me Now
05:39
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Yeah, you picked a fine, fine time to leave me
Oh mother
You should see me now
Now that I’m a star
I’ve got me name in lights
I’m going to go real far
You should see me now
Now that I’m a star
He said you’re going to be a bus conductor
Going to be a dustman
Going be a bus conductor
Going to be a dustman
Going be a bus conductor
Dustman
Yeah you picked a fine, fine time to leave me
Buck buck buck
Meaow
Woof woof woof
Buck buck buck buck
Just watch me now
Hear me now
Just watch me now
Hear me now
Buck buck buck
Meaow
Woof
Yeah you picked a fine, fine time to leave me
If she should see me now
Now that I’m a star
I’ve got my name in lights
I’m going to tread the boards
She should see me now
Now that I’m a star
He said you’re going to be a bus conductor
Going to be a dustman
Going be a bus conductor
Going to be a dustman
Going be a bus conductor
Going to be a dustman
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (x5)
Oh by the rivers of Baylon where we sat down and cried
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oooh, kiss me baby, it feels so good, ooh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah ooh
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13. |
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Knock, knock, knocking at my door
Gotta let them in, gotta let them in
They want to take all this away
What can I do, what can I do?
They talk as if I’m not here
I don’t care, I don’t care
I’m just trying my best
To keep it together, keep it together
Ohhhh
The walls are getting thicker (x8)
Little man thinks he knows it all
But he knows nothing, he knows nothing
His boyfriend he’s searching the halls
They don’t know what they’re doing, don’t know what they’re doing
They look around my bedroom
I feel a bit uneasy, I feel a bit uneasy
They take photographs
Click click click, click click click
The walls are getting thicker (x8)
Knock, knock, knocking at my door
Gotta let them in, gotta let them in
They want to take all this away
What can I do, what can I do?
They talk as if I’m not there
But I don’t really care, I don’t really care
I’m just trying my best
To keep it together, keep it together
Oh here goes…
The walls are getting thicker (x15)
The walls are getting thick!
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