So I broke into the Palace
With a sponge and a rusty spanner
She said I know you and you cannot sing
I said that’s nothing
You should hear me play piano
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… when I met you…
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I am not Jesus though I have the same initials
Pulp
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There’s a guy works down the chip shop swears he’s Elvis
Just like you swore to me that you’d be true
There’s a guy works down the chip shop swears he’s Elvis
But he’s a liar and I’m not sure about you
I’m not sure I’d believe you even if you told me you were lying.
To change the mood a little I’ve been posing down the pub
On seeing my reflection, I’m looking slightly rough
I fancy this, I fancy that, I wanna be so flash
I give a little muscle and I spend a little cash
But all I get is bitter and a nasty little rash
And by the time I’m sober I’ve forgotten what I’ve had
And everybody tells me that it’s cool to be a cat
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T’s Prayer by Sol Seppy. Even reading the fucking lyrics has me in tears:
When tides are pulling
And familiar things are strange
And what was clear seems to break
Or start to melt away
And you hold on for dear life
To roads that once were free
But now are cluttered and exhausted
There is a home I belong to and it meets us
Close as our heart beat
And no matter how hard I fight
To keep my armor on no matter how much I try
To avoid the truth that I am of this home
And so are you we are not apart
Step by step we are getting closer
When tides are pulling to a beautiful place
And you stand in awe as it calls your name
When your heart starts to race
And you pull away don’t wanna make mistakes
And swim out through the break
There is a home I belong to and it meets us
Close as our heart beat
And no matter how hard I fight
To keep my armor on no matter how much I try
To avoid the truth that I am of this home
And so are you we are not apart
Step by step we are getting closer
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On a night when flowers didn’t suit my shoes
After a week of flunkin’ and bunkin’ school
With the lowest head in the crowd that night
Just practicin’ steps and keepin’ outta the fights
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The bigger the cushion, the sweeter the pushin’
That’s what I said
The looser the waistband, the deeper the quicksand
Or, so I’ve read.
My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo
I love to sink her with my pink torpedo
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Now the rain’s like gravel on an old tin roof
And the Burlington Northern pulling out of the world
Now a head full of bourbon and a dream in the straw
And a Gun Street girl was the cause of it all
A Gun Street girl was the cause of it all
My love for you is ticking clock, Berserker
Would you like to suck my cock, Berserker
Would you like some making fuck, Berserker
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I’ll tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past
Dead
Stiff and cold
In your box
To decay
Dead
Recorded in Dobly?
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Some outlaws lived by the side of a lake
The ministers daughter’s in love with a snake
Who lives in a well by the side of the road
Wake up, girl, we’re almost home
I’m going where the sun keeps shinin’
Through the pourin’ rain
Going where the weather suits my clothes
Bankin’ off of the northeast winds
Sailin’ on a summer breeze
And skippin’ over the ocean like a stone
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They put a parking lot on a piece of land
Where the supermarket used to stand
Before that they put up a bowling alley
On the site that used to be the local palais
That’s where the big bands used to come and play
My sister went there on a Saturday
By the time I make Oklahoma
She’ll be sleepin’
She’ll turn softly
And call my name out low
And she’ll cry just to think I’d really leave her
Though time and time I’ve tried to tell her so
She just didn’t know
I would really go
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Well you didn’t wake up this morning
Cos you didn’t go to bed
You’ve been watching the whites of your eyes turning red…
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Ooh boys, cheeky girls,
Ooh girls, cheeky boys,
Ooh boys, cheeky girls,
Ooh girls, cheeky boys,
Ooh boys, cheeky girls,
Ooh Girls, cheeky boys,
Ooh boys, cheeky girls,
Ooh girls, cheeky boys.
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