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Fireworks/Gunshots
04:44
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Leave your hat on, baby
When you’re out round here
Avoid the eyes, and march on
Keep it casual
Leave the hood off, baby
Get it all right here
Cover my eyes so I won’t see you
Keep it casual
Cos I’ve got a sense
I know it
Someone will send me up to heaven tonight
Heaven tonight
And I’ve got no sense, y’know
Someone’s gonna send me up to heaven tonight
Tonight
I think they’re fireworks, but they might be gunshots
They look like fireworks, but ring out like gunshots
I hope they’re fireworks, but they burn like gunshots
So bring on the fireworks
And let loose the gunshots
Cos I’ve got a sense
I know it
Someone will send me up to heaven tonight
Heaven tonight
And I’ve got no sense, y’know
So someone’s gonna send me up to heaven tonight
Tonight
You said that you preferred Zone 2
But you’re 100 million light years from me now
And you said a lot of things, it's true
But you’re 100 million light years from me now
They're fireworks
They're gunshots
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2. |
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The streetlights on standby
Watchful and hissing and I…
Imagine that they’ll flicker out around me
No light in the hallway
Left on the latch – I always…
Knew this was gonna be a dark place
The darkest yet, but…
I want to stay right here forever
Please let us stay right there forever
But we came apart on Marlborough Road
On Marlborough Road
Repeatedly
I fell apart on Marlborough Road
On Marlborough Road
Plus one makes three now
You don’t know what you lack
Till it’s present… correct
Keep smiling, no frowning
Your looks could shoot the aeroplane down in…
One second’s lapse of concentration
But this smile is distorting
Mix Glen’s – 11 in the morning
I think perhaps I’ve reached the stage where
The wind will change and…
I will be stuck like this forever
We could’ve been stuck like that forever
But we came apart on Marlborough Road
On Marlborough Road
Repeatedly
I fell apart on Marlborough Road
On Marlborough Road
A simple operation goes awry
The King is Dead – I saw it in his eyes
When all the money comes to nothing
Baby, it’s a sin
After the fire comes the flood
The ceiling’s caving in
So let it burn
Let it burn
Let slip the dogs
Bring hail and fog
The ground will open up
Let it burn
Let it burn
Let all the dead inside my head
Rise up and roam the earth
Cos it’s time…
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Midnight on the pavement and it’s all gone wrong
We were dancing till the lights came on, now…
We’re not tired and we’re still young
Well, young enough to get angry
As the old boys stake their claim again
Can’t you feel it all just drip-drip-dripping away?
I think it might just be the moment
To stamp the visa and get out
Get out! The party’s over
We’ve drunk it dry
Get out! Arrange your clothes
Just leave your phone, your keys and…
Get out! Run for the hills
Where it’s safe and dry
Get out! This party’s over
Let’s start another tonight
So anyway, baby
I see the scars have healed
You’re going up in the world
Well, you might as well move to Luxembourg
Well, not for the sake of your bank account
Come on, they’re rallied against us now
Get out! The party’s over
We’ve drunk it dry
Get out! Arrange your clothes
Just leave your phone, your keys and…
Get out! Run for the hills
Where it’s safe and dry
Get out! This party’s over
Hangover
Day one, we’ve just begun
Strung out from having too much fun
Well, fighter, hello
Are you good to go another round with me?
Day two, comment vas-tu?
I dreamt of someone else but you
The tea is made, the record’s on
The vital connection’s gone
Next day, bist du OK?
Bone-dry against the London clay
Well, lover, I’m sure
It’s happened before
But everything from last night backwards
Gets a little hazy and it’s
Not for want of trying
Everything, anything
To feel the miracle of life inside me
The party’s over
All the free booze in the world won’t make me love you
We can have all of the booze in the world
I'll never love you
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4. |
Hideaway 37
04:05
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Oh mirror, mirror
What’s your problem?
Those eyes which follow me around
It’s been ’09 for 69 hours
But I can’t contemplate the ground
Here in the debris of the buffet
You’ll find the rubble of a heart
Part is buried on Dog Island
And another’s in a bin in Dartmouth Park
Don’t go there in the dark
Cos you might just find something inside
A handwritten note passed on in the night
Don’t hide away, hideaway
From the world up here
Don’t h-h-hide away
Hideaway, don’t you hide away
Oh, no!
Don’t hide away, hideaway
From your friends out there
Don’t… Don’t hide away
Hideaway, don’t you hide away
Yeah!
I read you have to look into the mirror
To see what kind of man you really are
Well, that’s OK for jocks and boxers
But mine cracked right across and fell apart
So mirror, mirror
What’s the answer?
I’ve got a tenner riding on Option D
You can take the boy from Sutton
But he’ll never leave a bedroom in North Cheam
D’you know what I mean?
Reload and refresh compulsively
With half a percent believing you’ll see
Don’t hide away, hideaway
From the world up here
Don’t h-h-hide away
Hideaway, don’t you hide away
Oh, no!
Don’t hide away, hideaway
From your friends out there
Don’t… Don’t hide away
Hideaway, don’t h-hide away
Yeah
Hideaway, don’t hide away…
But when I took a hammer to the mirror
A thousand pieces lodged inside my heart
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5. |
Offline
02:32
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NO GO!
A system error, baby
NO TONE!
As if it ever rings anyway
WE’RE THROUGH!
Well, the choice was certainly yours
FUCK YOU!
And the horse that you rode in on, sweetheart
You wake up, wake up
And everything’s gone
Vacated the Skyhome
Stand up, stand up
You need to move on, and on, and on
There’s a number I need to find
A scrap of paper that’s in a drawer somewhere
I’m alright
I’ll be fine
I’m just going off
I’m going offline
And all the boys
And all the girls
That I could call
Are married with kids, or trying, or stupid, or overseas
Or cuddled up, watching TV
Getting early nights
With a broadband ringside seat on life
I can’t get a tone anymore
But some day...
Some day you’ll wake up, wake up
And everyone’s gone
Vacated the Skyhome
Stand up, stand up
You need to move on, and on, and on
There’s a number I need to find
A scrap of paper that’s in a drawer somewhere
I’m alright
I’ll be fine
I’m just going off
I’m going off
Just going off
I’m going offline
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7. |
Greenhouse
04:19
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Take me near the sea
We’ll leave before it gets too late
No bag packed – no looking back
Strap in and cut the lines of fate
Through glass, the green light flickers
Strobes the innocence
And blurs the information
There’s a war going on
Behind the shed, strawberry red
Where the pieces of your world collide
The earth’s wet – tomato sweat
Duck down and carry me inside
Through glass, your blue eyes flicker
Burning out
Twin missiles launched, never surrendered
In this war that’s going on
Your fear of heights and blood
Stops you tonight
I’m up here, you know
I’m up here
I tried not to mix you up
Not hard enough
I’m up here, you know
I’m up here
Abandon subtlety – just get in the car
And drive away
You made your choice
And now it’s gonna stick, stick, stick
Like vinyl
Punch the desk and it’ll settle again
Into the groove
Into the pattern
Copy, paste, delete
Pack up your troubles, boy
Pack up your troubles, boy
Your fear of heights and blood
Stops you tonight
I’m up here, you know
I’m up here
I tried not to mess you up
Not hard enough
I’m up here, you know
I’m up here
When nothing’s said…and done
It’s safer closer to the ground
Play hide-and-seek – it’s such... fun
Until you don’t get found
It happened in the greenhouse
(Just smile)
We’re living in a greenhouse
(Just smile)
Try living in a greenhouse all the time
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I’m moving to the Heart of Darkness
I’m sure that I’m gonna fit right in
Cos North London – it never suited me
And don’t ever let ‘em tell you that it did
My memory’s selective – there are holes and doubts
But I’ve got it all mapped out
SE5 won’t know what’s hit it now, so...
(Don’t fight...)
Let’s sort it all out in the bedroom
Forget your postcode wars
And find something that’s worth fighting for now
Hey, if you think that I’m a mess
Well, you should see the other guy
He’s three storeys high and rising
With all the smoke from SE17
Do you wanna join my team?
Your friends won’t know what hit ‘em now, so...
(Don’t fight...)
Let’s sort it all out in the bedroom
No guns, no bombs, no protest songs!
I kind of knew that this would happen
I kind of sensed that this would happen
That we’d forget
The lost respect
And we’d regret
That tawdry affair in Lorrimore Square
Don’t you love when a plan starts coming together?
Dish out what you get
My urban marionette
Well, I had a plan and now it’s coming together
It’s taken some time
But we’re doing fine
So it’s all back to mine
I-I-I’ll race you
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All the men in my life
Not one of them can understand what I mean
All these men in my life
And none of them will ever see what I see
Take me away from here
Take me away from here
Blow me away right here
I wanna get high
All the men in my life
I’ve worked through every one in the depths of my mind
And all these men in my life
Such pretty men
Come up a little short every time
Take me away from here...
Every man that I’ve had
I’ve pushed or been pushed in a matter of days
And every one of my band
I’ve slept with them all in slightly different ways
Take me away from here…
Cos I’ve seen us in buddy movies
I’m the sidekick who gets left behind
But you always look so sad about it
As I drown slash burn slash stay in orbit
Circling for eternity as you kiss your beautiful bride
All the men in my life
I love you even though we know it’s doomed to fail
All the men in my life
I heart you with emoticons and indoor fireworks
The cheque is in the mail
Blow me away right here
All I wanna do is get high
Just for a while…
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10. |
Three Slipped Stitches
03:22
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You’re perfect... to a point
Top grade for... For almost everything
Such lustre
I must admit you’re very close to le point
Merdique que...
I prefer my joie de vivre not so overdone
Oh, every day your three slipped stitches just loom larger, uh-oh
Oh, I suspend my disbelief, but it just gets harder, uh-oh
And the muse on my shoulder
I stay young, he gets older
What a Jesus complex
Designate the flaws and turn the wine back into water
Baby, I...
I tolerate all the smoking
Those razorblades
I’ll bandage you up again
Your money’s gone
Blown on magazines and CDs
I’ll drink alone
Wait for the vibrating signal you’ll send to me
Oh, every day your three slipped stitches just loom larger, uh-oh
Oh, I suspend my disbelief, but it just gets harder, uh-oh
And now the stitching’s gone
The lining comes away
This ticket’s been through the machine
You want a reason
I say...
Hey, hey, hey, hey...
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11. |
Out Of Focus
04:48
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If you’ve got something to say
You may as well say it now
Don’t keep me hanging on
It’s OK
I promise that I won’t cry this time
That I’ll be strong
I’m afraid of confrontation
But I don’t let that stop me kicking off
When I was young
My tongue was superglued
Inside my aching head
Now I’ve become the man
Who just can’t keep his thoughts to himself instead
I got tired of hibernation
So I took paper scissors to my hair because…
There’s still life on Earth
There’s still light in the morning
The mornings don’t get easier but…
There’s still hearts to break
Mine, it breaks up without warning
If I could paint at all
I’d render the view from here
On my bedroom wall
Then cut the phone
Kill the internet
Brick up the windows and lock the doors
But I… I’m not that kind of artist
Thank God that I lack discipline and diagnosis and…
There’s still life on Earth
There’s still light in the morning
The mornings don’t get easier but…
There’s still hearts to break
Mine, it breaks up without warning
Now I’m moving on
The world spins into focus
You know this could be easier but…
For just one tiny little fraction of an instant
It feels like…
I’m coming home
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Jonny Cola & The A-Grades UK
Jonny Cola and his band of A-Grades - right-hand man Mauro Venegas and producer extraordinaire Jez Leather on guitars, bassist Simon Drowner supplying extra eyeliner, with drums given a sound thrashing by Marco Testa-Ryan - are starry-eyed pushers of edgy glam-rock pop songs to a growing number of disenfranchised refuseniks. Their new album SPITFIRE is out now. ... more
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