1. |
Perfect
03:47
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See that girl over there brush her hair beside her bedroom mirror
For all the world she doesn't show of know the glow within her
She shines inside
She powders down
And lines her eyes
It isn't worth it, she's nearly perfect
Watch her dance like I'm not here without a care
So unconsciousness
Within her hands I'm butter melting putty
But in another hard and strong - pretty Nancy's Vicious
She's mine inside
The power's down
I wipe my eyes
It isn't worth it, she's nearly perfect
See that girl over there brush her hair beside her bedroom mirror
For all the world she'll never show what hit her
It isn't worth it, she's nearly perfect
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2. |
Boy
03:05
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She could tell by the way she held it open
He'd be asking for her hand some day
He'd get down on his knees and he'd ring her later
This is the one thing he wants to downplay
He's a boy
So he never knows what he wants
And never agrees what he needs
Just a boy
He's giving it all he can be
And looking a lot like me
She could tell by the way he'd remember something
Of silly somethings she said weeks ago
And if she's down then he'll clown and he'll lift her up
Though he'd never admit it - he'd never say so
He's a boy
So he never knows what he wants
And never agrees what he needs
Just a boy
He's giving it all he can be
And looking a lot like me
If this is the way he plays
And finds she runs away
But his wedding bells are out of tune
Well is this too soon to say "I love you"?
Before the playground bell has gone
Is this too soon is this too soon to say "my feelings will go on and on and on..."?
She could tell by the way he held her gaze
That some day she'd be found drown in his pool
If he's down on his luck then she'll pick him up
And that's not enough then what else can we say
He's a boy
So he never knows what he wants
And never agrees what he needs
Just a boy
Who's giving it all he can be
And looking a lot like me
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3. |
Machiavellian Ways
03:39
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You've been taking sweets from strangers
Why don't you stay out of danger
These things'll prematurely age you
We've been hurtling 'round in circles
But we blame Winston Churchill (never!)
If we're fighting like ninja turtles
You've be slipping backwards moonwalking
Cyberstalking
Please pop the cork in and walk away
Does my machismo keep us together in this snowy weather
And is that why you're so cold, please
I've misgivings about masochism
But it keeps me on my toes and my knees
So I'll stay
Throughout your Machiavellian ways
I resent the act we're caught in
My understudies you've brought in
An out-take by Joe Orton
And Halliwell as well
Your Chinese water torture (drip drip drip)
Fortunately ought to do my trick
If we were granted just three wishes
You'd want untold riches
In-laws to sleep with the fishes
While I do the dishes
Does my machismo keep us together in this snowy weather
And is that why you're so cold, please
And your mucho machinations
Keeps me on my toes and my knees
So I'll stay
Throughout your Machiavellian ways
Your many Machiavellian ways
Throughout those Machiavellian ways
Your many Machiavellian ways
Throughout those Machiavellian ways
Your mucho macho ways
Your mucho Machiavellian ways
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4. |
Feeling Confuzzzed
03:40
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Trapped between oceans lie the dry lands
Where no-one goes in, ‘cos no-one can swim
And far from those oceans lives a shy man
But you can't persuade him to ever jump in
Cos he's scared that he'll drown
Look a clown
With his Alka-Seltzer pants pulled down
I'm afraid his greasepaint just ain't waterproof
So dreaming of oceans lives the dry man upon land
With rubber rings in truth unused
Or feeling confused
Out of the city stands a country girl
Wishing for nights out in the lights – or here upon steeds
But back in his city, sitting in factory world
He's wondering where he could find better air to breathe
And they both believe
There grass isn't green
And they meet in one another's dreams
The elms on Elms St seem to always bloom
It's seems that they've schemes of leaving their worlds, the boy and the girl
With treasure map in fact unused
Or feeling confused
Cos he's scared that he'll drown
Look a clown
With his Alka-Seltzer pants pulled down
It's seems that they've schemes of leaving their worlds, the boy and the girl
With treasure map in fact unused
Or feeling confused
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5. |
Note Values
03:26
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New lies
Written like you cared for me
A few lines
With apathy but flair
Words losing meaning when sung in harmony
New verse
Peppered now with honesty
And I do hurt
Too lonely to repair
Words losing power now
To paper over hate
Too late
Note choices hurt me
Recalling the tunes we played together
Note choices hurt me
Can you hear
Note how my voice is cracking
Under the pressure
And pain
New tongues
And lashings of verbosity
But a few songs
Simple and sincere
Words losing value
So I spend them all at once
Note choices hurt me
Recalling the tunes we played together
Note choices hurt me
Can you hear
Note how my voice is cracking
Under the pressure
And pain
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6. |
Eventually (A Pop Song)
03:25
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Her hands say to me she'll be coming eventually
Or does she delay (did she laugh)
Then make her own way (after)
I'll be waiting in the morning with my bags by the door for you
And I'll be chasing all the hours I'll be wasting while I wait for you
If her clocks ticking on
Will alarms bells be rung when she's done (ding dong)
Or has wound down (in the bath)
Making her own way (after)
Growing older doing what I'm told I'm holding open doors for you
I've been checking all the seconds and I reckon that you owe a few
Or have you had enough of me adding up all of the curiousness of this stuff
Or is it sinking in?
So is this the end
And all our hours really spent
Or have we the time
To simply retire and try again
It's all about you giving in to being driven where I'll get you to
Enjoying the hours, the mins and the secs too
You never said that it was coming to this
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7. |
Kubler Ross
03:30
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You’ve been managing expectations
Consultations end in tears
Even if you’re optimistic
Gotta fear it’s near
You play those cards that you’ve been dealt
Close to your chest
And it’s hard cos you felt
Why didn’t they go to somebody else
Elizabeth
Kubler Ross
Is in denial
Angy at what you’ve lost
Kubler Ross
Would swap
1,2,3,4
Now cry
1,2,3,4,5
Now go ahead and lie down here
Keep sleeping dear
You’ve been skirting around the subject
Truth for you takes far too long
You blame the shame of going public
That’s where you went wrong
You mind your business and keep your self
Very much to yourself
But it helps
Taking it out on somebody else
Elizabeth
Kubler Ross
Is in denial
Angy at what you’ve lost
Kubler Ross
Would swap
1,2,3,4
Now cry
1,2,3,4,5
Now go ahead and lie down hear
And die my dear
You don’t deserve this
But neither do I
I know we’re worth it
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8. |
Strictly Rehearsed
03:51
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Your eyes flick over the room searching for someone
Thinking of something
Assessing the exits
And planning your move
You play people like I play piano
This is your forte
A virtuoso performance
With every movement neatly in it's place
And you lie with impeccable taste
To say that it's made up on the spot
But it's not – it's strictly rehearsed
Your lips are quick with a quip and a kiss for the taking
Am I thinking of making
The biggest mistake my tongues ever made
You play people like I'm playing patience
Dealing then cheating
Waiting for aces
And every hard falls neatly into place
And you lie with impeccable taste
And say that it's made up on the spot
But it's not – it's strictly rehearsed
See how you play
Rules of your own that no-one else knows
Your inscrutable beautiful face hides what you’re feeling
So unrevealing
You could appear in Noh-theatre
Your face is a mask
you play people like I'm playing pac-man
Chasing ghosts more than most just 'cos you can
With every pattern neatly in it's place
And you lie with impeccable taste
Say that it's made up on the spot
But I've realised – it's strictly rehearsed
Strictly rehearsed
From chorus to verse
Nothing is worse
Cos it's slightly perverse
When cursed with
And the bubble has burst
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9. |
Falling Down
03:58
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The note that I read said we're drifting apart
But I can barely believe the things that I read theses days
The lines that I read said you'd dearly depart
Which I barely believe
Do you really rarely miss me?
Could I stitch up the patchwork pieces
Smooth over creases
And seize a reprise please
Before we fall down
Before we fall down
(Falling down again)
Relax fall back and I'll catch you.
Words overheard stir an ache in my heart
My pulse race begins with a pistol whipped startc
There's a red sticky trickle seeps from my ear
I can barely believe
Do you really rarely miss me?
Could I stitch up the patchwork pieces
Smooth over creases
And seize a reprise
Should I pick over painful pieces
Dress our diseases
As the pressure increase
To an end to this siege please
Before we fall down
Before we fall down
(Falling down again)
Relax fall back and I'll catch you
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10. |
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In her own room
She's her own girl
Magazine posters plastered into place
In her headphones
She's a pop star
Hair brush microphone
And paparazzi face
She dreams of simple
Tiaras, tutus, diamond rings
And flights far away from the fighting downstairs
Where nobody cares
In her mirror
She's a princess
Sleeping soundly, waiting for a prince
In her diary
She's an heiress
To a fortune but unfortunately does not know where it is
She dreams of simple things
The lovers that tomorrow brings
And floating away
No one noticing downstairs
Cos nobody cares
She dreams of simple things
The lovers that tomorrow brings
And floating away
No one noticing downstairs
Cos nobody cares
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11. |
Alibi
04:25
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If he'd let you know the reasons that he'd wanted to hold you
Would it make it so much harder for you then to admit it
And if you're gonna have to do it anyway just take it off no, of fnow
So do it to him,. do it to him
And ruin him again
Rip him off like a plaster
Do it faster so it hurts
A little less
But don't use my name
If you're going to blame anyone
Blame yourself
And I am not your alibi
So don't use my name
I know it's a shame
Of all the things I became
You shouldn't chose to use me as your excuse
If your mind's made up but find it tricky pulling the trigger
Cos he'd paying games and saying there's a way back to fix it
But if you're gonna have to do it anyhow
Just cut it out now, out now
So do it to him, do it to him
And ruin a wounded friend
Cut it out like a surgeon
When it's urgent
So it hurts
A little less
Don't use my name
If you're going to blame anyone
Blame yourself
And I am not your alibi
So don't use my name
I know it's a shame
Of all the things I became
You shouldn't chose to use me as your excuse
A little less
Don't use my name
If you're going to blame anyone
Blame yourself
And I am not your alibi
So don't use my name
I know it's a shame
Of all the things I became
You shouldn't chose to use me as your excuse
Don't use my name [and if you're gonna say goodbye]
If you're going to blame [And not give him another try]
[I won't be our reason why]
[This time]
So don't use my name [I'm...]
I know it's a shame
Of all the things I became
You shouldn't chose to use me as your excuse
Don't use my name....
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Andy Jenkinson Leicester, UK
Singer / Songwriter / Arranger from Leicester.
Has a fondness for 60s and 70s harmony pop. Occasionally makes things under the pseudonym 'Uglifruit'.
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