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Asda Town.
Sunday, Monday, we lie around But it's not easy Someday, one day we'll get sky and move away And like the birds we'll fly tomorrow Obscene machines that glide away And like the birds we'll fly tomorrow And like the bird we'll fly From your Asda town Never coming down 'cos they're take, taking it away Sunday, Monday, we lie in bed But it's not easy Someday, one day we'll cash the "cheques" and drive away And like the birds we'll fly tomorrow Obscene machines that glide away And like the birds we'll fly tomorrow And like the bird we'll fly From your Asda town Never coming down 'cos they're take, taking it away... (Anderson-only) "Wild Ones" b-side
Be My God.
This this is the age of the high heeled protege Lift lift off your flesh for nature's honest games Twisting round the roundabout around everybody Hey I'll be your dog - be my god Come on come on come on come on come on Come on come on come on come on come on Have me oh ho grab me These these are the days of skin tight village ways Seize seize and regain a pact of skin both ways Everywhere in every way with everybody Hey I'll be your dog - be my god Come on come on come on come on come on Come on come on come on come on come on Have me oh ho gag me Twist me round the roundabout Higher high strip me out Take my body crawl inside Kiss these battered bones that's mine Hit me with your waterstone take me high above all this Vandalise my part time job listen to me This this is the time to wash your dirty mind Kiss high heeled lines kiss this blood and slime Again and again you want everything you want everybody Hey I'll be your dog - be my god Come on come on come on come on come on Come on come on come on come on come on Have me oh ho grab me... (Anderson/Butler) first official Suede single (c. 1991), released by RML
Bentswood Boys.
When you're high on diesel nightly And the traffic starts to roll You smoke a cigarette and watch the black girls in a white boys world Anything is possible for the Bentswood boys Where the karma comes with the kids and the cat food You see time push the pram 'cos she was on her back in his estate car And in the back of his van Anything is possible for the Bentswood boys For the Bentswood boys (things are happening) For the Bentswood boys (mmm... tell it like it is!) Don't take me down Don't take me down Don't take me down south... (Anderson/Oaks) "New Generation" b-side
The Big Time.
I watch the slow hand
Kill the day,
I see my starring mode
take away,
I watch the skyline,
for him to come
And when he comes alone,
we'll be gone.
And we'll go into the city,
into the light
We'll be there in the headlines,
in care of the night
Cause this is the big time
this is the way
Now he's in the big time
he'll show you the way
This is the big time
This is the way
Now he's in the big time
And your in the way...
("Animal Nitrate" b-side)
Dolly.
See my Dolly she's over there, see her grooving on down
Dressed in thought she is real yeah, her real hair is what counts
Taught my baby the alphabet, ABC don't let you down
Dressed in thought we are set in jet, the jet set messing us around
I'm so so down, are you never coming round
So so down, are you never coming round
See my dolly on 3 wheels yeah, see her grooving on down
Dressed in thought she is real yeah, her real hair is what counts
Bought my baby an ambulence, driving her mad around town
She'll take the hand of a lovely man, in dogshit land
We're so so down, are you never coming round
So so down, are you never coming round.
("So Young" b-side)
He's Dead.
I wake up every day,
But I don't want it that way
I take my thoughts to the roundabout
Cause me and them we like to get out
Oh what you do in your head,
You do in your head
Oh if he is dead
He said he had a horrible house
I looked in it and learnt to shut my mouth
He said I had the luck of a son
With all the love and poison of London
Oh what you do in your head
You do in your head
Oh if he is dead
Oh what you do in your head
You do in your head
Oh if he is dead...
("Metal Mickey" b-side)
High Rising.
You'll hide among the lovers
And wave as the aeroplanes go by,
There's nothing to say,
When you sleep all day, but "bye-bye".
Your mind will find another
And that's where the days have gone,
And all you can hear is a stereo somewhere,
Playing a pig-of-a-song
And you'll know her, know her, when she comes.
When you turn the light out, light out, she'll come.
She called you from across the city,
You hired a car to crawl,
But with the high rise still in your eyes,
You wonder who's out there at all.
And you'll know her, know her, when she comes.
When you turn the light out, light out, she'll come.
When you turn the light out, light out, she'll come.
Stop making me older, start making me new.
Stop making me older, start making me new...
("So Young" b-side)
Killing of a Flashboy.
All the white kids shuffle to the heavy metal stutter
And go shaking on the scene like killing machines
And they know that when she's stacked up top
She'll be a sucker for the shotgun show
Shaking obscene like the killing machines here we go
It's the same old show, He's a killer of a flash boy oh
He's a killer he's a killer he's a flashboy oh
Oh if you shake your fake tan thru aerosol land you'll know
That you'll suffer for your sex by the caravanettes oh no
And that sh*tter with the pout won't be putting it about no more
oh shaking obscene like a killing machine he we go
It's the same old show, he's a killer he's a flash boy oh
He's a killer he's a flash boy oh
...oh and Athena loves your body
So think of the sea my darling
Think of the sea as you murder me
It's the same old show, he's a killer, he's a flash boy oh
This is the killing of a flash boy oh...
("We Are The Pigs" b-side)
The Living Dead.
Where's all the money gone? - I'm talking to you,
All up the whole in your arm,
is the needle a much better screw?
But oh, what will you do alone? Cos I have to go.
Where is this life of fun that you promised me?
Nothing here works but your works and I mean it
I have to leave
But oh, what will you do alone? Cos I have to go.
If I was the wife of an acrobat would I
look like the living dead, boy?
You're on the wire and can't get back,
Let's talk about the living dead
Could have had a car, could have had it all,
Could have walked in the sky but we stare at the wall.
I know where the money's gone - I know what you do
Cos I've seen the hole in your arm
and the needle's a much better screw
but oh, what will you do alone? Cos I have to go.
("Stay Together" b-side)
Modern Boys.
Come on to me
My winter son
we can lie on the rails
And when the morning comes...
We'll be miles away, miles away
Slipping away while the city sleeps,
Running away from this cruel disease
miles away, miles away
Modern boys, modern boys
Hand in hand, sick of the fear
Chasing away all the hungry years
with the modern boys
Come on to me my sickly thing,
We can lie on the rails
But to really bring
we'll just drive away, drive away
Yes, the world, it calls
My International
Let's decades die, let the parties fall
and we'll be miles away, miles away
Cos we'll be living like
Modern boys, modern Boys
hand in hand, sick of the fear
chasing away all the hungry years
with the modern boys
Into the night, under the stars
jumping the lights in the silent cars
He's on your left, I'm on your right
It's so easy in the concrete night
My Dark Star.
In a hired car she will come to England from the sea,
And as the tide flows the London snows will come.
And from the skyline shines the lies of the
government's singular history
So in a hired world she will buy a gun
And she will come from India with a love in her eyes
That say, oh how my dark star will rise
In a rented gear 2000 years we waited for a man
But with a tattooed tear she'd die for us all tonight
And she will come from India with a gun at her side,
Or she will come from Argentina
with her cemetary eyes that say
Oh, how my dark star will rise,
...and she will rise
("Stay Together" b-side)
My Insatiable One.
In the high life, i've got this feeling
I've got this horrible feeling
on the escalator they took it out of him
as the ridiculous world went...oh
oh he is gone
he's my insatiable one
oh he is gone
he's my insatiable one...oh
On the high wire, dressed in a leotard
there wobbles one hell of a retard
on the escalator
we shit paracetemol
as the ridiculous world goes...by
oh he is gone
he's my insatiable one
oh he is gone
he's my insatiable one
oh he is gone
he's my insatiable one
oh he is gone
and he was...my inflatable one
Painted People.
Painted people get you going and I'll smother that pig in a holy scene.
It ain't too hard to see,
The paint, my love, gets you going like you wanna be got for the next
world's
scene.
It ain't too hard to sing.
The pill's taken everything.
The pills you're taking.
The pill's taken everything, it's in your skin, it's in my skin.
Painted people get me going like a smothering pig in a holy scene.
It ain't to hard to see.
Yeah, well I can striptease with you like a silly old cow in a touching
dream.
It ain't too hard to see.
The pill's taken everything.
The pill's you're taking
The pill's taken everything, it's in your skin, it's in my skin.
("Animal Nitrate" b-side)
Stay Together.
Come to my house tonight
We can be together in the nuclear sky
And we will dance in the poison rain
And we can stay a while in Heaven today
Let's stay together
Let's stay, these days are ours
Let's die together?
Two hearts under the skyscrapers
There's a time bomb in the high rise
There's a blue suburban dream
Will I see you up in paradise
Or have you come to catch me?
Come to my arms tonight
Just you and me together under electric light
And she will dance in the poison air
And we can stay together
Two hearts under the skyscrapers
There's a time bomb in the high rise
There's a blue suburban dream
Will I see you up in Paradise
Or have you come to catch me?
Come to my arms I'm lost
Just you and me together in the year of the horse
Single file in the nuclear night
And we could feel a little closer
As we tumble through the sky
Let's stay together, let's stay these days are ours
Let's stay together
Two hearts under a skyscraper
Let's stay together, let's stay in this broken down love
Let's stay together, two hearts under the skyscrapers
This World Needs a Father.
Hold on, he's coming
Through the wheels of the star machine
Hold on, he's coming
Through the tears of your sh*t-stained dream
In an anthem for the world
Let him waltz you down the river
Let him feel like boy or girl
With his sci-fi lullaby
Let the light of the bomb shine from him tomorrow
Yes this world needs a father for the sorrow
So let's have one for the lovers
And one more for the friends
'cos drink to you is all I can do
As life slips down, down the drain
Hold on, he's coming
With the screen kissed spine of the past
Hold on, he coming
With the style of the wormwood star
Sing an anthem for the world
Sing a farewell for the river
If you feel like boy or girl
Sing a sci-fi lullaby
Let the light of the bomb
Shine from him tomorrow
Yes this world needs a father for the sorrow
Yes this world needs a father for the sorrow
So let's have one more for the sorrow
And one more for the friends
Yes drink to you is all I can do
As life slips down, down the drain...
(Anderson/Butler) "Wild Ones" b-side
To The Birds.
Don't take your life cos your bicycle won't fly
You may be going to heaven tonight
Don't spoil the show for the love of some albino
You won't be going to heaven alone
I see her by the window waiting every night
So I wouldn't give a sh*t if your bicycle's in bits
I think I'm going to heaven on it
I see her by the window pour the poison from you
I'll go there through the window in my sixteen hole boots
And I'll sing to the birds here at my side
And I'll sing to the birds that will save my life...
Don't take your life cos your bicycle won't fly
You may be going to heaven tonight
I wouldn't give a sh*t if your bicycle's in bits
I think I'm going to heaven on it
I see her by the window and I see there's a day
We'll walk out through the traiffic and pour the poison away
So I'll sing to the birds there at my side
And I'll sing to the birds who will save my life
...I will lie down for her
("The Drowners" b-side)
Together.
She was standing smoking counting stolen change,
Don't someone have the guts to complain?
Said "Superman, I'm a big fan, let's get something straight,
Well you don't have the guts to complain"
Now you're son's coming out to play
Your son's coming out to play
When you're on your own
Standing by the phone
We should get together
Got a supermarket stance
Just taking it hand-in-hand
We should get together
Just think of the life you'll save
Not stuck in your early grave
We should get together
I saw you standing smoking counting stolen change
But I don't have the guts to complain
Well I picked you up, got mixed up with you, that's OK
'cos now I've got the guts to complain
And now you're sons coming out to play
Your son's coming out to play
When you're on your own
Standing by the phone
We should get together
Got a supermarket stance
Just taking it hand-in-hand
We should get together
Just think of the life you'll save
Not stuck in your early grave
We should get together...
(Anderson/Oaks) "New Generation" b-side
Where the Pigs Don't Fly.
Out in the sticks, out in the stickiness
They're chasing round in stolen ice cream vans
They're sparking up with someone, oh
Where pigs don't fly, oh
Out over there, out in the sticky wire fire,
Your royal stickiness your highness
I've heard there's someone saying "I do"
And banging at the old piano tune
Where the pigs don't fly, I do
Where the pigs don't fly, I do
I do...
("Metal Mickey" b-side)
Whipsnade.
We are only young
but we style our future with a cattle gun
We are idle rich
so we smile for tomorrow with a bitch of an itch
Cause when the firelight shocks like a cop shop pyre
we'll jack the politics for premonition and fire
and we'll move like Nuryev at night
Coast to coast
Side to side
Shines the light of fine enlightened minds
Coast to coast
We are only young
but we style out future in the shadow of guns
We are not idle rich
so we smile for tomorrow with a bitch of an itch
cause when the stylized kick of the filmstar whip,
cracks down on the millions, cracks the kids on the hips
we'll be moving like Nuryev at night
Coast to coast
Side to side
shines the light of fine enlightened minds
Coast to coast
Side to side
feel the steel that shines outside the blinds
Coast to coast
Side to side
blades engraved with babies' names
while pylons hide the suicide
Coast to coast
Side to side
shines the light of fine enlightened minds
Coast to coast
Side to side
feel the steel that shines outside the blinds
Coast to coast
Side to side
blades engraved with babies' names...
("We Are The Pigs" b-side)
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