Indigo
Blind
(Cerys Matthews/Mark Roberts/Owen Powell)
Back again, where
did you stray?
No hands salute
the change
If you glance
then look the other way
Not even success
would sway your reasons
He was a favourite
friend of mine
He wasn't addicted
or anything
He'd write some
strange things as he'd climb
Indigo blind
Here at last we're
on your side
Press your hair
against the window
Past the bridge
you lay down and died
And it made the
great feel better
He was a favourite
friend of mine
He wasn't addicted
or anything
He'd write some
strange things as he'd climb
Indigo blind
He was a favourite
friend of mine
He wasn't addicted
or anything
He'd write some
strange things as he'd climb
Indigo blind
Indigo blind Indigo
blind Indigo blind Indigo blind
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All
Girls Are Fly
(Cerys Matthews/Mark Roberts)
Small
wonder you've not heard from her
She's
gone now, back in England
She
got spirit, will go farther
But
she can't see the romance in the colour of your schemes
The
colour of your schemes
But
you know and I that all girls are fly
And
all men must die for their cars
Why
blunder? there's no wonder
You've
been feeling six foot under
Make
it happen, you: it could happen
But
don't forget to turn the light off if you're last to leave
If
you're last to leave here
'Cos
you know and I that all girls are fly
And
all men must die for their cars
And
you know and I that all men are fly
And
all girls must die, or something
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Do
You Believe In Me?
(Cerys Matthews/Mark Roberts/Paul Jones)
I'm Andy
Cole's tortured soul lost out again in front of goal
I
wish I had your cocaine confidence
Some
girls are easier on the eye but could you take the silent lives
I
wish I had your full on arrogance
But
I'm a white witch, mad bitch, hooked on drugs the jury's out, the lawyer
shrugs
The
angel on my shoulder falls asleep
Do
you believe in me or are you leaving me
Do
you believe in me or are you leaving me
I thought
I was Columbus, turns out Antarctic Scott
And
I always ate my friends along the way
But
don't ask about the reasons nor reason with my aims
The
closer you'll appear the less I'll say
Do
you believe in me or are you leaving me
Do
you believe in me or are you leaving me
Do
you believe in me or are you leaving me
Do
you believe in me or are you leaving me
Silent
fool but give me time and I might prove, I could do anything I choose
I'm
Andy Cole's tortured soul lost out again in front of goal
I
wish I had your cocaine confidence
But
I'm a white witch, mad bitch, hooked on drugs the jury's out, the lawyer
shrugs
And
all the wine you had just left me sober
Do
you believe in me or are you leaving me
Do
you believe in me or are you leaving me
Do
you believe in me or are you leaving me
(Drink
puts the angel on my shoulder to sleep)
Drink
puts . . .
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Jump
Or Be Sane
(Cerys Matthews/Mark Roberts)
Well I
know what I like and I like what I see
I
know what I want and I know what I need
And
the more that I get, the more that I need
So
if you're coming along well you're coming out easy
Everybody
screams don't know what to believe
I
just follow someone else's life
And
all my bookcases groan none of the words are my own
I
just follow someone else's life
And
all the knowledge I crave is waiting there in my grave
So
it seems - jump or be sane
I want
to move on but I know when to stay
Oh
you can stand there all day, you can shoulder the blame
But
they're spoiling the paintwork and they're ruining the line
And
I've been here before and it ain't worth your overtime
Everybody
screams don't know what to believe
I
just follow someone else's life
And
all my bookcases groan none of the words are my own
I
just follow someone else's life
They've
got me running around but it's not work that they've found
Just
something to keep me occupied
And
all the knowledge I crave is waiting there in my grave
So
it seems - jump or be sane
Jump
or be sane (x4)
Catch
me if you can, my feet won't ever feel the ground again
So
let the overture take over and the symphony restrain
Let
the orchestra be passion and the timpanis the rain
Everybody
screams don't know what to believe
I
just follow someone else's life
And
all my bookcases groan none of the words are my own
I
just follow someone else's life
They've
got me running around but it's not work that they've found
Just
something to keep me occupied
It's
a mean machine keep it tight keep it clean
Just
something to keep me occupied
And
as a matter of course be not vexed by remorse
I'm
not lost but one who's gone before
And
as the knowledge I crave is waiting there in my grave
Then
it seems jump or be sane
Jump
or be sane (x3)
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No
Stone Unturned
(Mark Roberts/Catatonia)
No stone
unturned, your sperm is stoned
Lifeless
and drowned, liquid desire
Casual
at best, slow disinterest
Too
routine bound, partially dressed
I did
not leave the sinking ship,
The
sinking ship left me
Spring's
light is kind, your love swears blind
She
kept a chart, and in nine months time
Slow
dance mis-timed, take as you find
Awkward
and still, liquid desire
I did
not leave the sinking ship,
The
sinking ship left me
A lone
contender, who can never win
But
I see there, unchartered waters, where I now belong,
But
I grow strong I did not leave the sinking ship,
The
sinking ship left me
No
stone unturned, your sperm is stoned
Lifeless
and drowned, liquid desire
I did
not leave the sinking ship,
The
sinking ship left me
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I'm
Cured
(Mark Roberts/Catatonia)
I'm cured - hurrah!
I never thought
it would be this easy
Cured - bizarre
How abstinence
can wipe the slate clean
I'm through with
that
It ain't my time,
I'm rewarded poorly
I'm cured - hurrah!
I no longer feel
the urge
If lust is sin
then what price our extinction?
Yes, it's all
starting to make sense
I'm cured - hurrah!
I care what I
wear but it never suits me
Cured - hurrah!
The rash is gone
and I'm seeing clearly
Cured - hurrah!
I no longer feel
the urge and so
I'm cured - hurrah!
But what a beautiful
disease
If lust is sin
then what price our extinction?
Yes, it's all
starting to make sense
Evolution's blind
to the future (x4)
I'm cured - hurrah!
I never thought
it would be this easy
Cured - bizarre
I lost my way
but now I see clearly
I'm through with
that
It ain't my time,
I'm rewarded poorly
I'm cured - hurrah!
I no longer feel
the urge
If lust is sin
then what price our extinction?
Yes, it's all
starting to make sense
You no longer hold
my gaze
The past it is
erased
I'm cured
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