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| She wrote a letter to a magazine, but nobody was moved... |
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| "We need Tories on the breadline... it's a science for souls who've got too much control." One of our political songs from the time when the Conservatives were in power. They used to sing this on the terraces at Anfield in the eighties. |
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| "We can be alone somewhere..." |
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| Yeah... why? |
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| It's icy outside and I won't be denied my home comforts... |
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| Featuring Beth Allen |
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| I know a girl and I know she thinks long term - she's here for eternity... |
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| I'm the moon and I'm spinning, fading into space... |
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| Easter Road on Halloween, ghosts and ghouls in the stairwells... |
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| "At the point when his trousers dropped, and the audience laughed..." |
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| We got ourselves in this muddle and it's really quite befuddling... |
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| I am all lips and fingers, I am all touch and feel, I am all pulse and heartbeat... |
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| In showbiz my place is - the end of the pier... |
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| Tomorrow's trousers in the wash... and like my mind, they twist and toss... |
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| And the weatherman said - it's misty in most places... |
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| Approaches me quite slowly, eye to eye... he says, "You do and I'll burst you...." |
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| Our lead singer and his milkshake: heaven in the kitchen. |
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| Her paper promise has promised me romance... |
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| Hey, how many pop groups can claim to write a song that's a sequel to a previous song? |
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| Years ago, there were plans for Bromborough, a town in the North West of England, to have its own 24 hour radio station. We were commissioned to do write a station ident, and we duly obliged. Unfortunately the radio station never did get built, but here's the theme music anyway. |
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| If she's not in love, I'm a monkey... |
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| I'm just ditchwater, I'm wallpaper, I'm so boring and see-through... |
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| Everybody needs a bicycle... |
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| I just can't... |
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| Well, it does. |
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| The Mersey skyline... |
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| "She laughed.... I don't think I'll get my confidence back..." |
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| "Without consulting the clock on my wall..." |
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| These are the walls that keep me warm... |
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| You've got to be really careful with her. She's like an actress. She's so good at lying. Doesn't she ever tell the truth? |
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| Hey, we all need footwear matey! You can argue the other way until you're blue in the face and you'd still be wrong. And Andy loves his boots, and those boots love their Andy. You don't get to write classics like Senses Working Overtime or Melt the Guns by walking round in a slappy pair of flip-flops. But remember, kids: there's both pleasure and pain involved in a new pair of boots. |
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| It's a cold place, the moon... |
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| Picture this: a miserable Autumn Sunday. The blankness of the sky, the countryside, and ultimately the heart. Two women walking through the leaves and mud. The drizzle of rain on their faces. Charlotte and Rhiana. |
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| Sometimes it's scary seeing someone smile with the same smile as their parents. Quite creepy in fact. Are people just on a production line of carbon copies of the previous generation? Should be a law against it. |
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| Aren't visitors so often boring? And ridiculously self-obsessed? You know, you could be lying at home recovering from an accident, or a major operation, with every bone broken in your body, and all your visitors would be interested in talking about would be their latest holiday. Or how they managed to save seventy-two pence on a coach-trip to Bognor. This song is about that tedium of having to listen to all kinds of junk when they come round drooling out their boring small talk. |
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| This living a life business is all very well, but with death just around the corner, what's the point of it all? |
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| The lights glide on your face... |
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| I'm never as lonely when I'm on my own as the lonely man I am with you... |
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| Well... it's all over. It's finished. What more can you say? |
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| Warning! Mood change number two billion and four is taking place! And guess what? She's not happy! She's packing your bags and booting you out the house! Yeah... so what else is new? |
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| She just doesn't want to know. It doesn't matter how much you're hurting, and how betrayed and lonely you feel... she just does not want to know. |
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| Actually, the full title of this song is "Captain Starship and his Pop It In Your Pocket Orchestra", but title field only accepts 40 characters so we had to improvise. Grrrr. |
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| You know what it's like: the big film has come to an end, but everyone's racing for the exit before the final credits have even started. So you sit there in the plush seat, reading the credits on your own.... |
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| Well well well. She thought she had it all worked out, and then one little thing happens to show her that life isn't what she thought it was after all. Life's like that. Likes to sneak up on you and turn you upside down. |
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