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ALL SONGS © By THE REMEDYS

Get in Line

 

Got off my plane in Sunny San Francisco,

I drive all the way to your house,

But there’s nobody home,

When I got there, where the hell were you?

Where the hell were you?

When I get my room up there’s a naked bitch,

Posing on the wall, it’s a musical hitch,

 

LINE UP! LINE UP! LINE UP!

GET IN LINE!

LINE UP! LINE UP! LINE UP!

GET IN LINE!

 

I think we’re a little drunk,

On bottles of champagne,

We’re all so heavy and are minds are so grey,

The seas so cold,

A drunken jellyfish,

 

So, so, so, so, so, so

 

LINE UP! LINE UP! LINE UP!

GET IN LINE!

LINE UP! LINE UP! LINE UP!

GET IN LINE!

 

Oh Oh Oh, I’m seeing Africa,

Oh Oh Oh Last of the Zebras,

Follow me Get in Line,

Follow me Get in Line,

 

LINE UP! LINE UP! LINE UP!

GET IN LINE!

LINE UP! LINE UP! LINE UP!

GET IN LINE!

 

 

Sleeping

City lights appear to be sleeping,

Is it just me, or am I just dreaming,

It’s getting dark here on this road,

I am trying to find my way home,

Inevitable fear crushing me,

Its drowning here let me breathe,

It seemed to start here in this room,

Staring blankly, Silence looms,

Am I lying here with you?

Singing all my blues,

The fire outside seems to me,

To be haunting all my dreams,

I feel like I can’t hold on,

The dusty shadows, staying strong,

Damp old town seems to grow,

Just a child dies feeling old,

She’s taking a turn at holding his arm,

Now he’s falling, he can’t move on,

(Chorus)

For finding his feet, finding a dream,

I’m dying inside, set me free,

(Chorus x 2)

 

Jade in the Window

Jade, how do you have all those ideas?

Jade what’s it like being everywhere?

Jade, I need to speak with you,

Jade, where are you tonight?

Jade, why do they stare at me?

Jade, how do you make it all so clear?

Jade, will you be there tomorrow?

Jade, where are you tonight?

Jade, Jade in the Window,

Jade in the Window,

Carry me home,

Jade, Jade in the Window,

Jade in the Window,

Carry me home,

(Break)

Jade you don’t look like you used to,

Where do you get all your dreams?

(Chorus)

(First Verse)

 

Gasoline

What ever happened to seeing you again?

Another Sunday morning holding Mary’s chain,

He still remembers you and what you said,

I’m not sleeping through the nights,

Crying for what’s inside,

(Chorus)

All this time, I’ve been there believe me,

Will you be there, with me?

(Bridge)

There’s a body floating down,

This river that I’ve found,

Falling for the look on its face,

Somewhere in-between I drank some gasoline,

 

What’s wrong Lucy?

Why do you scream?

I’ll be there; I’ll be there,

Breathing your air,

(Chorus)

(Bridge)

(Chorus x 2)

 

 

Jesus on the Wall

This house is yellow and it’s where I live,

It feels like heaven here but its home instead,

Trophies line my room tell me how good I am,

Songbirds at my window but nothing compares to you,

This house is purple with Jesus on the wall,

Used to feel empty here its nice when you call,

Fields in the distance make me want to walk,

Rock star posters hang all around my room,

(Chorus)

You said to me, that I would be,

Everything you thought I would be,

And now I’m tired of you running round my mind,

(Chorus x 2)

 

Fragile Friend

Take a pill for the man on the lonely path,

With nothing to his name but a sole bus pass,

He walks past crowds to escape his past,

Looks at the bottles bottom and sees the devil laugh,

(Bridge)

Please come over here,

My fragile Friend,

Please come over here,

My fragile Friend,

(Chorus)

Confident, I can see you trying to say it,

Acquaintance, I can see that you’ve played it,

Confident, I can see you trying to say it,

Acquaintance, I can see that you’ve played it,

Down a shot for the man without a hope,

Busking over Liverpool street light without a note,

He’s trudging along, he’s feeling the squeeze,

There late for work, he drops down on his knees,

(Bridge)

(Chorus x 2)

 

Bugsy Seigal

A very wealthy man, with power in his hands,

Danced across the sand,

He took the time to say, how are you today?

As he kissed you on the hand,

(Bridge)

And He,

He is all alone,

Sits by the Phone,

Waits for you to call,

(Chorus)

The dreams of his are so unreal,

Of building cities in the sand,

All the words they use and they games they play,

Doesn’t fool anyone at all,

All away from home, travelled on his own,

With just his thoughts to keep his sane,

Thinks about her face, tries to find a place,

To just forget her name,

(Bridge)

(Chorus x 2)

 

    Darkest Pleasure

I see your smile

I catch your body

The two of us

Gonna need somebody

 

I see your eyes

Your perfect figure

One of us

Just pull the trigger

 

(Break)

 

Don’t look away

I hear the passion

Hot Together

We’re back in fashion

 

(Break)

 

Is it all the same

When we’re together,

Rushing veins,

The darkest pleasure

 

You hit my drum

As we see the pain

Switch back to you

And scream my name

 

(Break)

 

Lust for a Talent

 

Take time out loving and feeling pretty good

Turn down the noise outside

And I’ll lose my state of mind,

Dance all around my room

And pick up my guitar,

Play the song the fella’s want to hear in the bar,

Ladies loving in my head is what they see

But then again my friend hey they can’t be me,

 

Stepping all out of time

And we’ll go quite far,

They’ll see my charm my love,

So let’s take the car.

 

You Don't Need

You don't need a plane, to get you home

A Ferris wheel or an aerodrome

All you need, is a piece of mind

Remember pieces are hard to find

 

See my walk, and then we'll talk

Caught in a run, what was that for?

Between those steps, we took the tour

Tried to tell you all but you’re so immature

 

The pace heated up, we ran out of luck

Jumped the gun before it got too much,

Take this time, as we did no crime

Leave it here, here in our prime

 

You don't need money, to make your way

Sit feeling proud on the Mersey bay,

Then you'll see these city light's

Staring at the sky from a topless height

 

As we speak, between a sheet

A war declared between the hands and the feet,

As cold as Moscow, we fall asleep

Tired and drunk from the winding streets

 

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