1. |
Eurofighter
04:07
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The seat of power
is never where we're sitting down
The eleventh hour
is where I know we're headed now
And they say...
Break!
with tradition, because nothing in this world is for free
Stop!
or we take away the future cos' you just can't agree
Stop believing
in the European show
We are dreaming
if we think they'll let us go
And they say...
Stop!
Don't you realise if you leave us then you leave us to fate.
Stop!
The future we decided is not up for debate
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2. |
Arab Watch
05:46
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While we sit and celebrate
the fact Britain is good but not great*
somewhere in an Arab state
people are dying
for the sake of democracy.
Fighting the artillery
of a military
controlled by despotic tyranny,
while we sit on our hands
in safe, celebratory lands,
and wave our flags
at passing river cruises;
without caring who wins or loses
the endless sick,
battle of rhetoric.
I know, I know,
I've slipped out of your comfort zone;
away from home.
Rhetoric? you say.
Didn't we take a holiday
there, sometime in the seventies?
You, me, and the Allegro?
Wasn't it somewhere in Montenegro?
Just before the start
of the war that broke that land apart?
Despite the digression
you make a valid point.
Authoritarian aggression
puts my nose out of joint.
And on that occasion,
as now,
there was no invasion,
but inner strife and disintegration
of public order.
Fueled by government forces,
and guns passing across the border.
So while we sit at luncheon
and rely on diplomacy to function,
children lay dying,
with throats slit
from ear to ear.
With a scream
we try not to hear.
In a land
we can't hope to steer.
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3. |
Ordinary Popstar
03:13
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You gotta sing
Just so you can begin
You gotta win
Cuz winning's the thing
Don't give up without a fight
You're the best
Just forgot about the rest
You're the one
Nobody's doing what you've done
Don't give up without a fight
You're so hot
They want to know just what you got
Got the lot
Now your load is all but shot
You gotta sing
Just so you can begin
You gotta win
Cuz winning's the thing
Don't give up without a fight
Don't give up without a fight
Don't give up without a fight
Don't give up without a fight
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4. |
The Missionary Position
05:40
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I send you money but never flowers
I know it's not the way to give
We talk on messenger for hours
but we just talk, we never live
I know you're just another ingenue
but I'm almost afraid to say it's through
You want to be my never-say-never girl
You want to love a man from the western world
I know that my situation mirrors
the things you describe to me every day
All men could be murderers or killers
you couldn't care less unless they're gay
I know things are always gonna' stay the same
and you know we're always gonna' play this game
You want to be my once and forever girl
You want to hurt a man from the western world
I know I can never say goodbye to you
but if I don't I don't know what I'm gonna' do
You want to be my ever-steady-ready girl
Come and make a fool of the western world
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5. |
Begin Again
04:50
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When you're young you don't believe in age
You don't care unless it's not the rage
You live your life for now, but don't forget...
..it will begin again..who knows where it will end?
Cos' nobody can tell you what to do
and nothing said can ever get to you
You think the world was made for you, and yet..
..it all begins again..tell me when's it gonna' end...
You touch the sky before you've been below
You tell lies about the things you know
There's no end in sight but don't forget...
..it all begins again..who knows where it may end?
Cos' nobody can ever bring you down
Your feet are never gonna' touch the ground
You think today is all there is and yet...
..it all begins again..tell me, when's it gonna' end?
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6. |
Plato de Facto
02:10
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7. |
Add Eve take ribbing
03:06
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And God created man
And God created woman
And soon enought they found
they had nothing at all in common
One cared about the penis
One cared about the heart
And soon they find
presence of mind
will tear them both apart
She needs cash to build on
a heart already started
But he knows he can't belong
to a life already martyred
to love and to the children
a stitch upon a suture
that can't repair
the obvious tear
ripped into their future.
He treads upon a spider
She's frightened by a fly
Nothing can bring them closer
than Earth may be to sky
She drives him slowly crazy
takes the shortest route
from one state to another
from ignorance to brute
They started out so happy
He thought he'd found his match
Setting fire
to his desire
but then he found a catch
She longed for many children
He lusted after her
But impediment
to a settlement
was likely to occur
And soon enough he drifted
like icebergs in a floe
back to where he started
to what he used to know
He knew that she'd be crying
her heart upon her sleeve
How could he give up trying?
How could he make her grieve?
Inside this human bubble
they saw only one another
There was no escape for them
no shelter and no cover
But in the wider world at large
it doesn't really matter
when hearts that once were brought so close
fly suddenly ascatter
And even now they carry on
in spite of all the danger
with a person they once knew
now wedded to a stranger
There is no dream
no hope or faith
or God in his regalior
No, nothing but the world exists
for hearts that now know failure.
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8. |
Home to Roost
02:41
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Snap your fingers
I give in.
Try to change me
from within.
But I can't be moved.
I'm stuck where you found me.
You can't make me what I
can't be.
Do you know just
what you have done?
You even make me
hate the sun.
I thought if we should part
then I would feel bereft.
But after all this
what is left?
You say minus
I say plus.
So don't call
or make a fuss.
I won't live the future
you have made for me.
You need a man
but it's not me.
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9. |
Job Insecurity
04:17
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10. |
Bring me to life
04:09
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Anybody can turn you on;
It's a marathon,
just for kicks.
Buff and tall-in-the-saddle types,
bringing kleenex wipes
for their drips.
You can bring me to life,
you can make my heart sing.
You can bring me to life,
make me do anything.
It doesn't matter where you are;
prostrate in a car,
or at home.
All the men want to fill you in,
while you're talking sin
on the phone.
You can bring me to life,
cos' you know what to say.
You can bring me to life,
chase the daylight away.
You're queen of the prom they say;
now you're far away
from your school.
What would mummy and daddy do
if they could see you,
little fool?
You can bring me to life,
with the things that you do.
You can bring me to life,
you can make me love you.
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