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Long Legged (Sunday Sunday 12")

Luminous (Bang" 12", cassette y CD)

Mace (Popscene - todos los formatos)

Maggie May (Chemical World 7", Girls & Boys CD USA)

Magpie (Girls & Boys)

Mixed Up (Sunday Sunday)

Mr Briggs (There's No Other Way)

Never Clever (Recopilación Food 100)

No Monsters In Me (The Universal CD)

One Born Every Minute (Country House 7", cassette y CD1)

Peach (For Tomorrow 12" y pista 19 de Modern Life Is Rubbish USA)

People In Europe (Girls & Boys 7" y CD2)

Peter Panic (¿?)

Polished Stone" (Song 2 CD1 y EP japonés)

Popscene (Single en UK y pista 15 en Modern Life Is Rubbish USA)

Red Necks (End Of A Century - todos los formatos)

The Man Who Left Himself (Stereotypes)

The Wassailing Song (Promo 7" de 1992)

Theme From An Imaginary Film (Single Parklife, cassette y CD1)

Threadneedle Street (To The End cassette y CD1)

Ultranol (The Universal CD)

Uncle Love (Bang 12")

When The Cows Come Home (For Tomorrow CD 2 y pista 18 de Modern Life Is Rubbish USA)

Woodpigeon Song (Beetlebum 7" y CD2)

Young & Lovely (Chemical World 12" y CD 2)

Long Legged

You know you don't mean for me

You're just in my head dear

Can't you see

I don't want to be with you anymore

You're just a head dear

I can't be long legged me

I can't be foolish me

I'm crawling on the floor again

I'm trying to find my head again

Oh you really don't understand, Do you?

No you have not caught her

Nothing true

It's not that I don't like you

It's not that way

It's just that I don't understand the change

It's strange

I can't be long legged me

I can't be foolish me

I can't be long legged me

I can't be foolish me

I'm crawling on the floor again

I'm trying to find my head again

I'm trying to find my head again

Oh I can't be long legged me

I can't be foolish me

I can't be ling legged me

I can't be foolish me

I'm crawling on the floor again

I'm trying to find my head again

Luminous

Don't look at me as

Your only regret what you don't see

You know more than I

So think for me

Think what your not

Ah ah ah ah

Love substitute for the

Never knew who you were

Half your life has been explained

You want the other half

Ah ah ah ah

Don't look at me as though I'm not here

Your only regret what you don't see

Half my life has been explained

Mace

Pedaling on a bicycle

I'm on my way to make a call

I've tried to touch you

Through the double glazing

But the curtains were drawn and the family out of the way

You used to know but now you don't (x3)

No one can see when they’ve got mist in their eyes

They're papering the walls and the windows

No logic here in or out

The heating's on and I'm feeling drowsy

I fall asleep and dream of burning down the house

You used to know but now you don't (x3)

No one can see when theyÕve got mist in their eyes

I'm pedaling on my bicycle

I'm on my way to make a call

The sun is out and I'm feeling drowsy

I fall asleep and dream of burning down the house

You used to know but now you don't (x6)

No one can see when they've got mist in their eyes

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Maggie May

Wake up Maggie

I think I've got something to say to you

It's late September

And I really should be back at school

I know I keep you amused

But I feel I'm being used

O Maggie I couldn't have tried any more

You led me away from home

Just to save you from being alone

You stole my heart

That's what really hurts

All I needed was a friend of lend a guiding hand

You turned into my lover

And mother what a lover you wore me out

All you do is wreck my bed

And in the morning kick me in the head

O Maggie I couldn't have tried anymore

You led me away from home

Just to save you from being alone

You stole my heart

I couldn't leave you if I tried

I suppose I could collect my books and go back to school

Or steal my daddy’s cue

And make a living out of playing pool

I'll find myself a rock n roll band

That needs a helping hand

Maggie I wish I'd never

Seen your face

You made a first class fool out of me

But I was blind as a fool can be

You stole my heart

But I love you anyway

Magpie

I was angry with my friend

I told my wrath, my wrath did end

I was angry with my foe

I told it not, my wrath did grow

And I watered it in fears

Night and morning with my tears

And I sunn'd it with smile

And with soft deceitful wiles

And it grew both day and night

Till it bore an apple bright

And my foe beheld it shine

And he knew that it was mine

And into my garden stole

When the night had veiled the pole

In the morning, glad, I see

My foe outstretched beneath the tree

And sometimes I

See magpie

Mixed Up

Oh, you make me feel

Like no one ever will

Why do you bore me

Until my heart stands still

Then you confuse me

That makes me hateful

When I get hateful

I say stupid things about you

All those things I know about you

Oh, It's the strangest feeling to know

There are a billion people just like you

Feeling like you in their own way, they're...

Just mixed up as you

Poor little mixed up you

Poor little mixed up you

And aa those things

I said about you

I take them back

I eat my words

I didn't mean them

I mean so little

I'm so fickle

I forget you

I forget you

Oh, It's the strangest feeling to know

There a billion people just like you

They all feel like you

And in their own way, they're just as...

Da da da da da da da da...

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Mr Briggs

Mr Briggs is on holiday

But he stays in his room

He's too cold to go out for his evening smoke

The lady down the hallway

Is deaf and dumb to what you say

She's too busy dreaming of chihuahua dog

Say goodbye

Slowly drift away

To somewhere

Mr Briggs needs sleep now

He's been up for a week

He can hear a buzz buzz buzzing in his head

He has a three-bar heater

But it can't keep him warm

If he bought another then he'd have three more

Say goodbye

Slowly drift away

To somewhere

Mr Briggs while on holiday

Never left his bed

Walked around in circles but only in his head

The lady down the hallway

Is running out of pills

She could pull herself together but she knows she never will

Say goodbye

Somewhere

Never Clever

I would talk on request

I'm never getting depressed

For a letter request

The public gets what is best

Gene is dead

More or less

It's never clever oh oh

It's never nothing oh oh

It's never clever oh oh

I'm not like you

I'm doing nothing to prove

You're doing nothing to prove

It's double fit, double quick

No Monsters In Me

Gary Golf stops all the clocks

With night nurse slippers and socks

He tries to keep his thoughts clean

By washing with Listerine

A little peck on the cheek

In dazzed pyjamas and sheets

Keep the light on I'm not tired

I want to read my Dick Francis

Dirty fraulines and nasty nazis

La la la la la la la la

There are no monsters in me (*2)

Car alarms letting off steam

Gary hears them in his dreams

Panic outside is sleeping in

Just easy listening to him

Turns in his sleep and smiles to himself

There are no monsters in me

Cause Gary's out on the green

No growing pains for him

Cause Gary Golf ball eyes is not in

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One Born Every Minute

Here we go, (here we go), here we go again

Dirty knickers, pop music, vodka and gin

Your knees are sore

You must have been in the wars

There's something to celebrate in our lives

And here's where it begins

Oh well see how we've grown

One is born every minute

You're never never alone

One is born every minute of the day

Dosey clocks to cause the volitile tots to

Sleep together if or never we're on this then

Oh here we go, (here we go), here we go again

Dirty knickers, pop music, vodka beer and gin

Peach

Chemical waste

Best part of the beach

You're always the way you are

What of that going to close you in

You got a gaping hole in your head

I’d let the birds nest there instead

Aha aha aha aha

A gun in your pocket

And hair in a locket

Around your neck

From the girl you once loved

where is she now, you’ve gone crazy

You've got a gaping hole in your head

I'd let the birds nest there instead

Aha aha aha aha

You've got a gaping hole in your head

I'd let the birds nest there instead (x4)

Aha aha aha aha

People In Europe

Honi soit qui mal pense

Wo kann affen etwa sonst

Dos calvesos, por favor

Zu heisen, yes doch

Ha ha, sir, et paradis

Jacqueteure, au secours, mon taille

Europa is a-OK

Hola del puerto

Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba

Ba ba ba ba ba people in europe (2x)

Ciao ciao bella, Monaco

Bon voyage in Sverige

Kom nu med

Vi får dricka mañana

Honi soit qui mal y pense

Wo kann affen etwa sonst

Dos calvesos, por favor

Svenskar in James Baum

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Peter Panic

Hello Peter Panic

You've landed on our planet

What a strange thing you are

With little pissy eyes

You got in the television

Turned us all old and wisened

Then disappeared

To a distant star

And we remember you as

Peter Panic

Who lives forever

Peter Panic

As light as a feather

And he says it's ok

When you blow him away

He'll be back for you some other day

When you're running out of sugar

He left his secret with the chemist

Who made it taste very pleasant

Now everyone

Has gone to his star

Happy to be with...

Polished Stone

Now I fall to the ground

I can't get up well never mind

You'll pull me up by my bones

And say I'm sand to polish stones

Today's gone and it won«t be long before we fall asleep

And forget what we've done

Won't get up 'cos the day is fucked

We're alone

Now you bite my tongue

And when the alchol's done

I won't feel a thing

So you don't carry on

Today's gone and it won't be long before we fall asleep

And forget what we've done

Won't get up 'cos today is fucked

We're alone

Popscene

A favoured image of another world

Is nothing in particular now

And imitation comes naturally

But I never really stopped to think how

And everyone is a clever clone

A chrome coloured clone I am

So in the absence of a way of life

Just repeat this again and again...And again

Hey, hey come out tonight (x2)

Popscene, All right

I'm leaving town to run away

Right into your twisted arms

No queues and there's no panic there

Just dangling your feet in the grass

My lack of narural luster now

Seems to be losing me friends

So in the absence of a way of life

Just repeat this again and again...And again

Hey, hey come out tonight

Popscene!

(x2)

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Red Necks (Traducción aquí)

Alex: Rollin,rollin

Graham: Yeah, are we?

Graham: Howdy boys

Alright, ya'll, let's sit real comfy

With your real comfy 10-gallons on the back of your head

Just relax. Okay, here we go, boys...

I'm a trucking redneck and I just refuse to die

I was built big and strong on the states's best apple pie

I'm better than those limey pinheads in Europe

12-gauge at their backs,hell,won't stop their moping

I'm a trucking redstop, and I just refuse to die

Alex: Graham, you will never die

That's what I call chemistry

Graham: You're American, you ain't ever gonna die

You play billiards, you write that down

You ain't never gonna die

Good lord above will take care of that

I get free coffee fill-uos at my favorite Denny's place

Find a couple of teabags and kick them in the face

Sure is damn good thumpage in that waitress' ass

When I go on tour, I'm gonna get me a pass

Hell, don't want no fucking limey, getting on my goddamn case

Alex: That's in the east wood

You go to the wood and go east

Graham: Go west, brother

We sure showed them in Jim sum

Any of, uh, my, the boys here want to say something to audience at home?

Alex: Well, you've grown up and I obviously haven't

Damon: So funny...

Graham: Woo! I hope you go on happy with your Miller's Coors Lite

Alex: I've got every Beatles record

The Man Who Left Himself

All good people

Your time will come

Work forever

And still not be done

Close your tired eyes

No one knows you've gone

It's not forever

But today you've become

The man who left himself

Don't belong here

Your heart beats too fast

Feel the miss-beat

It starts and it stops

Don't be frightened

These things never last

Maybe tomorrow

Your time will have past

It's the man who left himself

The man who left himself

(Love anyone...)

The Wassailing Song

Group:

Wassail, wassail all over the town

Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown

Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree