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Sleeper: The It Girl01. Lie Detector 02. Sale of the Century 03. What Do I Do Now? 04. Good Luck Mr Gorsky 05. Feeling Peaky 06. Shrink Wrapped 07. Dress Like Your Mother 08. Statuesque 09. Glue Ears 10. Nice Guy Eddie 11. Stop Your Crying 12. Factor 41 13. Click... Off... Gone 1 Lie DetectorShe's a movie star arrangementGot a touch of Bergman to her face She wears suits and buys him flowers Smokes his cigarettes and bakes him cakes He says uh oh I love you But I'm not so sure I trust you You seem strange to me She's got green eyes and she's lovely Reminds me of the 'it' girl with her lips Got an automatic license Reads all Dostoievsky's household tips He says uh oh I love you But I'm not so sure I trust you You seem strange to me How come everyone suspects her Attach her to a lie detector Watch a thousand housewives fizz and burn And every time she answers yes The needles on his polygraph test Just go round in circles like his brain She's got long hair but she's ugly Got a touch of Einstein to her brain She wears fat clothes but she's cunning People say she's easy all the same He says uh oh I love you But I'm not so sure I trust you You seem strange to me It took a thousand cliches just to scold her Took a man from Stepford and a tape recorder Got his ego broken, so crestfallen You made a start, you made us laugh Stop it, you're a grown man baby It's just that your head's no good 2 Sale Of The CenturyWe step through London, the streets holding on to usWe stand where the river bends, I hope we fall in This time maybe, let's take a photograph We'll burn all the negatives, I hope we fall in It's never going to be this good, so just climb in How long till reason makes us small again It feels just like we just got started It's still you taking me up there Pretend to be scared then decide that we don't care Wear ourselves out on the way down It's still you and the moment you met me You thought I was cheap, you were the sale of the century Creased ourselves up on the way down Now I touch you don't know where you begin Sometimes you're a piece of me, I hope we fall in It's been too long so it can't just be something we ate I knew we'd go far 'cos we both share the people we hate It feels just like we just got started 3 What Do I Do Now?Quickly she came dressed up for fameRiding her perfume downstairs Make-up like glue she danced round the room To the sound of her corduroy flares Let's go to town, taxi's all round We could stop for a couple of beers He looks at it all, stifles a yawn She tries not to look like she cares What do I do now? Are we going under? What did I do wrong? I though we had it sorted Out the other day, maybe I'm just stupid Can't we try again? No-one told me it was raining Can't face a club, they walk to a nearby pub Watch a couple of bands Draining the glass, they walk home at last Reaching for each others hands Nothing is said, he goes to bed Dreaming of her on his own She stays up all week, watching him sleep Scared that she'll wake up alone Oh I'll miss you every day of your life Oh you'll feel it too, you're not that strong You know I'm on to you Oh I'll miss you every day of your life And maybe when you're dead I'll get some rest from holding on to you What do I do now? Are we going under? What did I do wrong? I though we had it sorted Is there someone else? Or am I too familiar? Was it when I said I wanted to have children? Tore up all your photos, didn't feel too clever Spent the whole of Sunday sticking you together Now I'd like to call you but I feel to awkward Some things need explaining No one told me it was raining 4 Good Luck Mr GorskyRides his bike on a tarmac causewayMakes him ten feet tall and drives him anywhere Dreams of rockets and home-run heroes Takes the brakes off on the big hills for a dare Oh when its dark here There's a voice that will always call you in But you don't care You still sleep without thinking Best of luck Mr Gorsky, all the world's waiting for you There's a clock on the wall And it ticks when you're small Counting for you Good luck Mr Gorsky, all the world's waiting for you There's a plaque on the wall That your wife won at school Cleans it for you Making holes in the tall white fences And a hundred curtains flicker as you pass Think that man must be ninety-seven Built a telescope he focused on the stars Models in boxes never look like the pictures on the front But that's o.k. They still fly on elastic 5 Feeling PeakyMonday morning fiction on the tube then sorting out the daily mailNasty habit read the horoscope then pick the skin around her nails Are shiny, made for making love or kissing indiscreetly, at the weekend Miss the drink that leaves you feeling peaky Tuesday lunchtime itchy in a suit all dressed up for the pantomime How d'you know though when you're getting on or when you're getting back in Line-up strung-up listen to the sound of someone else's fun fair Always racing they'll catch you when you thought you'd just got somewhere There's nothing you can do, I'll make it up to you You're feeling just like them Tonight we'll find a different world or sign a different treaty Love makes you forgetful so completely You're always looking, read about the lives that loiter in non-fiction While you're waiting, someone stole the courage of your conviction 6 Shrink WrappedYou closed your eyes and left me hereAnd now I'm jealous of your sleep I made some noise to wake you up It seems you've drifted out of reach I'm not sure if you meant what you said But that's o.k. 'Cos it still sounded good When you said it anyway I'm not sure where you are When I turn and stroke your face You don't move anymore So it must be getting late I'm not tired even now I think I'm glad to be awake I've met these fractured thoughts before They grin and wander round this place I'll get up all I fend Is a paper that I hate Real life disappears And gets shrink wrapped in its place I get up to watch TV Helps me feed my vicious streak Real life disappears Then we watch the spooks on the news Playing chess with the cynics Hope you die in the arms of your shrinks in your clinics Now it's gone 5 a.m. We smile and plan our revenge By the end the night has found its true friends Up all hours sketching a thousand great schemes Hope I'm not too tired to colour them in I get what I want and I'm not sure I want it anymore 7 Dress Like Your MotherFriday's gym and Sunday's grimHe sees an analyst on Tuesday morning She's no happier than him She only likes to hear her own voice talking Oh well have you seen her face Soaked in hype and foolishness They say when you upped and left Your parents didn't even notice 50 years to go, ooh la la And it seems to me that you're all dead Already Wifey works on style mags Thin girls with bruises in her pictures Halfway down she lost herself I think they call it butterfingers Oh well it's a cosy place Occasional domestic flare-ups Oh well have you seen her face She actually believes in haircuts You sold your old punk records Read the book instead You lost your sense of humour But you kept the queen is dead You don't look yourself You dress like your mother 8 StatuesqueWe should spend the night in a small hotel like thisDrinking champagne in it We could drive your car through the East End streets to the city And still make a day of it Take all I have I've no secrets left to steal What would you give me for a trip behind your steering wheel I need high heels just to stand up Got to carry some stairs just to get near enough I need some wheels to move you around I've borrowed some tools to chisel you down Tie me up and I'll confess A thousand things that make you statuesque And it won't last for long, better do your worst While I'll forgive you anything Oh your so rehearsed 'Cos some wise guy built you pretty So you'd get away with it Take all I have I've no secrets left to steal What would you give me for a trip behind your steering wheel 9 Glue EarsEleven o'clock on a motorway it wasn't very nice, still rainingSpied a man he looks away, I never liked him much no conversation Skills went on a quiz show once, and nearly won, en cyclopedic Sunday drive to birthday lunch, had an argument, they're car sick Oh, shiver on to your own front door So much to get back for Clumsy, clumsy aren't we, dressed in paper And holding hands with gloves on Eyes in comedy shades We're clumsy aren't we, wrapped in paper and fears Can't pay attention when you've got glue ears Seven o'clock on a motorway, she isn't going out she's only Visiting Dad who was locked away Now he just recites lines from movies Kid in the back is eating flies Wish his mother didn't dress him funny She still signs still dots her eyes With little hearts she worries 10 Nice Guy EddieSo I'll admit that it all started as a scam'Cos every girl wanted you and a year round tan We know that you're old but your kind You're rich and your heart is dicky Yes I knew that you wanted me And he said Hey love how are you fixed We'll meet at ten past now it's quarter to six We'll spend the whole night making love on the sofa It may sound funny but he wasn't supposed to And then we both settled down to our favourite meal D'you fancy veal parmesan and a case of warm chianti Pass my bag I picked up that bra you fancied Yes I knew that you wanted me Oh we knew it couldn't last And we should have left it long before One great year and one for luck And like all good things you soon want more You were always so polite I think I loved you And I said Hey love, I'm making it easy on us I'll leave, and a few of our dreams turn to dust All night making love on your sofa And it may sound funny but he wasn't supposed to Summer '92 I remember it clearly When he choked on the olive in his dry martini There was dismay from the friends he was close to And it may sound funny but he wasn't supposed to 11 Stop your cryingThis man lives in the oceanHe puts his favourite clothes on And drifts away day after day And you can't hear me call This man needs a direction You want my blind affection And I'm not sorry that I came I stayed too long that's all And you're a bad habit Glad of it I'm not so sure I can help you Sad for it Thanks for it I'm not so sure I can make you Stop your crying it's not helping Stop your crying it's no help Did you still think that my love Could make you special Pulled me in on a high tide How well you hid your flipside It won't do to comfort you Each time you cough or call You think I wanted to use you Complex issues just confuse you You don't care you're unaware How far these things can fall 12 Factor 41Two ferries collide and you'll be the oneStanding on the dock reading papers in the sun The ice age arrives you'll keep me warm Falling at your feet with no feelings of my own What do I do with you lately What can I do with you lately Two robbers arrive big guys with guns You'll be the one looking backwards as we run Crusaders come by fat guys who sing You'll be the one not believing anything What do I do for you lately What can I do for you I'm not afraid of you you're very nice in fact Now give me all your cigarettes These little love attacks Are making me feel queasy Can't get my heart rate down Two missionaries come with conversion kits You'll be the one sewing cotton through their lips We wear out the sun you'll be the one Lying on the roof wearing factor 41 I'm not afraid of you you're very nice In fact you've got it all, you're very tall I'm totally impressed, can't get my heart rate down I'm not afraid of you you're very nice In fact you've got it all but now I'm bored Of being sycophantic So get your knickers down 13 Click... Off... GoneI must be dreaming, live in a small world with dust over itI've got no feelings, wear thin shoes with glass under them Click off gone They made him lie down, keeping the ground warm while life drips on it They turned him right down, collected a life and said goodbye to it Click off gone Don't make it anything special, tucked in with words over it Don't make it anything special, I've seen it before low voices under it Click off gone Luca Brasi's got nothing on you There's something wrong 'cos I can leave if I want to You don't stay long but I imagine you're real Invited you for a meal I must be dreaming, the pictures are gone now I'm not sure of it I've got no feelings, I turned down the sound now there's no more of it Click off gone Click off gone |
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