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Monochrome Rainbows
06:05
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Rows of red-brick dream homes
Where they whisper as you walk by
High court behind the each curtain
Passing judgement on your life
You used to be the bangle girl (glimmering)
With starlight in her hair (apple blossom)
Now they're filling newspapers
With tales of your despair
But you love these cobbled puddles
The empty soul of this old town
Where the rain can hide the tears in your eyes
But they'll never see the monochrome rainbows in your sky
Comb your hair like Julie Christie
Try to walk just like Bardot
Both sides of the High Street
Now there's nowhere left to go
The cheeky boys in the bookie's
Wouldn't waste ten bob on you
Second best petal in the rose parade
Girl most likely too
But you love these cobbled puddles
The empty soul of this old town
Where the rain can hide the tears in your eyes
But they'll never see the monochrome rainbows in your sky
Midnight at the station
Billy's trying to choose a train
To anywhere and everywhere
Strong enough to break the chain
But he never quite learned to lesson
Of cutting roots and getting free
Cut-price king of his own parade
A hero that no-one ever sees
But you love these cobbled puddles
The empty soul of this old town
Where the rain can hide the tears in your eyes
But they'll never see the monochrome rainbows in your sky
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Party
04:23
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Whose face will I wear to the party
Whose makeup will I try to put on
Where will I be by bedtime
When all of my new friends have gone
Where will I fly to for winter
Where will I be come the spring
What will I betray on my wedding day
Will I wear a diamond ring?
The mirror has lost my reflection
The hour glass is slipping through time
I struggle to hang on to the moments
Lose hours in the smoke and the wine
Swallows will follow the sunrise
Seasons can never explain
Summer came dressed up as winter
And springtime drowned in the rain
Listen to me little brother
I know that you know who I’ve been
The illusions you think you are chasing
Are fragments of somebody’s dream
I tried so hard to reach you
When you were right by my side
The walls that you build high around you
Can't hide the sweet soul inside
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Flower Girl
04:39
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London streets are waiting for you now
Paved with roses, violets and golden chances
The world is out there waiting just for you
In your leaking raincoat and your endless dreaming
Open up your eyes let the colours fly
Through the grey clouds of your disguise
Somewhere underneath the paving stones
Seeds can crack the buildings and break the walls down
All the secrets Mother Nature knows
In your Chelsea t-shirt
You're the flower girl
Open up your eyes let the colours fly
Through the grey clouds of your disguise
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Pretty Butterfly
03:23
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Where Will You Go?
03:42
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Who's that hiding in the green grass
Where did you go, what did you see
Where will you be, without me?
Who's that tapping at the window
Where did you go, what did you do
Where will I be, without you?
The world is waking to the sunrise
(The sun keeps rising I don’t know why)
I'll wait here until the tears dry
Until I see can myself through your eyes
Who's been tugging at my heartstrings
Where did you go, what can we do?
Who will we be without you?
The world is looking at the sunrise
But I can't see until the tears dry
Until I see myself through your eyes
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6. |
Hey There Frances
03:24
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Hey there Frances what’s a girl like you
Doing in a place like this
Your bedroom wall is covered by certificates
When did you end up just another Miss
Chewing through the check out queue
Polishing your nails
Telling tales
About your well hung boyfriend
Hey there Frances why’s a brain like yours
Dying in a place like this
Your student head was bursting with ideas
Why do you stay and fritter them away
Sweeping up the sugar spills
Handing out small change
Telling tales
About your well paid boyfriends
You spend all day gazing at the clock
Counting every tick
Until they turn off the scanners and the background tape
Then you escape
Hey there Frances what you gonna do
When you’re locked up in this mistake
Feeding pensions chasing promotions
Much too late to make the break
With a supervisors badge and a fistful of keys
And the till-girls don’t believe
You were ver young enough to have a boyfriend
If lifetimes came in three for two
It’s always two for them and one for you
They’ll tell you lies and bleed you blue
Believe me Frances
Believe me Frances now is the time
To throw your uniform away
Wave goodbye to stacking up the baked beans
Tomorrow is a brand new day
There’s more for you than that check out queue
More to life than pretty nails
And canteen girls
Boasting about their boyfriends
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Kelly
04:33
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Clutching by your fingertips to someone else’s tragedy
Rustling through unopened mail for hints a catastophe
Ooh girl, you should be cool
The scraping in the attic the devil in the radiator
Whispering neighbour who found out how much you hate her
Ooh girl you should be cool
Kelly needs catastrophe to give her life a twist
Someone else’s tragedy to prove that she exists
Clinging to calamity hanging on the phone
Kelly needs a crisis, a crisis of her own, yeh-eh-eh
Cutting up the toilet roll with a broken razor blade
Analysing every tactless observation you ever made
Ooh why can’t you be cool
A spot, a lump, a cough, a chill, fever or an icy sweat
Best medical advice is always on the internet
Ooh why can’t you be cool
Kelly needs catastrophe to give her life a twist
Someone else’s tragedy to prove that she exists
Clinging to calamity hanging on the phone
Kelly needs a crisis, a crisis of her own, yeh-eh-eh
The breeze in your apple tree could turn into a hurricane
A perfect summer day could be murdered by a spot of rain
Ooh girl you should cool
Clinging by your fingertips to someone else’s tragedy
Wasting every minute looking for catastrophe
Kelly needs calamity to give her life a twist
Someone else’s tragedy to prove that she exists
A shocking diagnosis some drama on the phone
Kelly needs a crisis, a crisis of her own, yeh-eh-eh
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Doing Yoga
03:42
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I’m chanting words that I don’t understand
My breath is running out through my hands
I’m squeezing my body into shapes I never knew
I’m trying hard to empty my mind
Leave this anxious world behind
Get somewhere out in the open air
I’m doing yoga
Trying to follow my spirit guide
Find my peaceful place deep inside
Instead of trembling and mumbling
Like a fool on the roam
I will keep my mindfulness clean
I will walk in the spaces between
Keeping my distance from the world
I’m doing yoga
I’m chanting words that I don’t understand
Trying to hold the globe in my hand
Trying to look something less like a fool
Don’t know where I’m going here
But I’m doing yoga
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Too Late
05:28
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Look deep into tomorrow from the window of your train
Two fingertips of sorrow might make you whole again
You'll find your equilibrium but you’ll soon be taking sides
Too late for little children, too late for being wise
Too late for me and Mary
Easy days when we were younger when summer seemed so long
Walking in the sand dunes singing our favourite songs
Bobbie G and Amen Corner took us halfway to paradise
Too late for little children, too late for being wise
Too late for me and Mary
Always know September
There’s something in the air
Cold wind that made us shiver
Now reminds me you’re not there
Leaves will soon be falling
Like fragments of our lives
It feels like time deceived us, pushed us different ways
But fading autumn twilight reminds me of those days
And I’m lost in the shadows of the darkness where we’d hide
Too late for little children, too late for being wise
Too late for me and Mary
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Teacup
03:23
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She holds her teacup in both hands
Tied up in a kitten curl
I’d guess the world will never understand
The kaleidoscope in this one girl
When I am lost deep inside myself
She grins out at me through her hair
There is no treasure I wouldn’t trade
Just to see her sitting there
I never knew I was broken
Until she stole right in through the cracks
I never knew I was going now I
Just can’t find my way back
When I am chasing the days away
She’s the one who makes me wait
Shows me the colours of the morning sky
Tells me that it’s not too late
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Clown Shoes
03:38
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Hey clown shoes the lonely spotlight found you on the tightrope
Hey clown shoes is that a trace of sawdust in your hair?
Some nights your footstep falters then you’re spinning through the air
Searching blurry faces for one who’ll really care
Hey clown shoes now’s the time to scrub away the make up
Hey clown shoes you don’t need that greasepaint grin
The day you wake up happy is the day you really see
That being close to normal’s not too bad a place to be
Hey clown shoes untie that shabby shoebox full of secrets
Hey clown shoes throw away that tissue full of tears
The field of grass has faded where the big top used to be
All they left were ticket stubs and candy stranded memories
Hey clown shoes there’s a rainbow waiting for your blue sky
Hey clown shoes a lucky star is looking for the catch
Tomorrow is a new town and we’ll be arriving soon
There you’ll have the chance to dance to your own tune
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Daylight
03:57
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Best time of the day
When work’s twelve hours away
I sit in the darkness
And refuse to pray
For something good
To break into my room
Show me the way to escape tomorrow
I’d like to love the sun
But it brings the morning
And I hate the day
I hate the daylight
Sit up all night
To count the stars
Crying babies restless cars
Steal my sleep
Spin the clock
They rush around me
Never stop to breath
Best place I know
Nowhere to go
Best place to be
Is here with me
If each day was mine
I’d learn to love the time
Grab each minute
Live right in it
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13. |
Darkest Place
02:22
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Some days she's just angry at the world
As if it steals a piece of her each day that she survives
Almost guilty of her breath
Some days she's to blame for everything
Every human tear and every baby starving
Almost guilty of her breath
But no one gets see her darkest place
No one there to share her secret tears
No one there to hold her until the trembling's gone
Some days she's too tired to lift her head
It's so full of indecision, confusion and regret
Almost guilty of her breath
But no one gets see her darkest place
No one there to share her secret tears
No one there to hold her until the trembling's gone
Some days she's just angry at the world
As if it steals a piece of her each day that she survives
Almost guilty of her breath
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