1. |
Sophie Supervisor
05:04
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Sophie
From this life you’ve got set me free
I’m coming to you from the other side
Come and change my life
Sophie
I wanna be around your company
I’ll pin my name badge on with pride
Captain of your side
I’ve read about your interest
And your promises of five pounds ten an hour
And your complimentary breakfast after six months oh
(I feel so excited I just can’t explain)
Honey take me on
Sophie
From this life you’ve got set me free
I’m coming to you from the other side
Come and change my life
Sophie
I want the shop soiled honey for free
I wanna scan it from the left to the right
Pick me over-time
Sophie
I’ll even work all day on checkout three
I’ll pack the bags with the frozen inside
Be your perfect guy
Sophie
I know you’ll make a super saver of me
I’ve got my pension and I’ll do my time
Be your man for life
Sitting in the staffroom
with pat-time Zanzibar
He doesn’t want it like me
He doesn’t care like me
You walked in the room
And you gave him a bakers coat
But what about me?
What will I be?
Sophie
You’ve me worried girl I’m all at sea
You’ve got that bad news look in your eye
Please don’t make me cry
Sophie
I wanna be around your company
I’ll pin my name badge on with pride
See how hard I try, I’ll try
Captain of your side
So you gestured for me to follow
And you handed me a white coat paused and smiled
Then the plastic shoes and hairnet
How my heart leapt
(I feel so excited I just can’t explain)
I could have kissed the sky
Sophie
Found a place behind the deli for me
And now I see you from the other side
Me and ham for life
Sophie
I’m better than the guy on checkout three
And Zanzibar in his bakers coat
I’m your man for life
Sophie
I saw you flash your silver Clubcard at me
I’m gonna get one before I die
Make the till girls sigh, I’ll try
Captain of your side
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2. |
Tea Sir?
03:12
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Tea?
Tea?
Tea Sir?
More tea?
More tea?
More tea?
More tea?
Tea?
More tea sir?
Drink from the bar?
Sweetie sir?
Mmm yes you are
Hot refreshing towel
For your face?
Mini bag of pretzels?
Fruit cake?
Flying
Heading up to space
You’re working with a
Smile aching on your face
You’ve found your home
as a mile high trolley dolly
Sky-seeking till tart
Tea?
Tea?
Tea Sir?
More tea?
More tea?
More tea?
More tea?
Tea?
More tea sir?
Drink from the bar?
Sweetie sir?
Mmm yes you are
Hot refreshing towel
For your face?
Mini bag of pretzels?
Fruit cake?
Flying
Heading up to space
You’re working with a
Smile aching on your face
You’ve found your home
as a mile high trolley dolly
Sky-seeking till tart
Would you like some tea sir?
Tea? Tea?
Would you like milk sir?
Light snack? Sir?
Would you like a boiled sweet?
Sweetie?
Goodbye sir
Flying
Heading up to space
You’re working with a
Smile aching on your face
You’ve found your home
as a mile high trolley dolly
Sky-seeking till tart
Flying
Heading up to space
You’re working with a
Smile aching on your face
You’ve found your home
as a mile high trolley dolly
Sky-seeking till tart
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3. |
What I Know
03:05
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Breezed into a water hole in Wimbledon
Cross legged with the flock you sit and sway
Ooh but the shock, as you see my face
I look in your eyes and watch as your head goes down
Ooh la la la la la
Ooh what I know
Ooh la la la la la
Spaced out like a bum don’t make you different
Your silver spoon and your tongue give you away
Ooh but you try and you try so hard
I look in your eyes and watch as your head goes down
Ooh la la la la la
Ooh what I know
Ooh la la la la la
Lets go
Ooh what I know
Pale heads that bear clip-on dreads bewilder me
Be cool but don’t fool yourself like that
Ooh cos I know that there’s something wrong
I look in your eyes and watch as your head goes down
Ooh la la la la la
Ooh what I know
Ooh la la la la la
Lets go
Ooh what I know
Copyright © Gareth Hadley
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4. |
Holy Water
05:17
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Give me a dose of the holy water
Helps me to sleep now the nights are shorter
Hold me back from a life spend in the shade
All those promises you made
To change your way of life
Give me a dose of the holy water
Have you been back lately?
Give me a dose of the holy water
Leave me to drink to my daily quota
There’s never smoke without fire there’s never heat
Without drink you couldn’t eat
Couldn’t think you couldn’t breathe
Give me a dose of the holy water
Have you been back lately?
Each move across the border
Leaves another day of common sense behind
Another piece of mind goes wanting
The living picture is broader
And it’s moving on as you leave yourself behind
Another mind, see your face in the water
Can you picture yourself?
Give me a dose of the holy water
Helps me to sleep now the nights are shorter
Hold me back from a life spend in the shade
All those promises you made
To change your way of life
Give me a dose of the holy water
Have you been back lately?
Have you been back lately?
Have you been back lately?
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5. |
Comin' Around
03:22
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I know your face but I don’t know what your name is
That dumb expression I have seen somewhere before
On the front the middle and the back pages
Everything’s the same, everything’s the same
Everything’s the same, everything’s the same
I know the game but I don’t know what the point is
Same rules, same winner, same God
Everything’s the same, everything’s the same
Everything’s the same, everything’s the same
It’s coming around again
It’s coming around again oh yeah, yeah, yeah
It’s coming around again
It’s coming around again oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Flash a smile but I know you’re disappointed
I broke the rules and I meant it from the heart
I couldn’t bring myself to give you what you wanted
Everything’s the same, everything’s the same
Everything’s the same, everything’s the same
It’s coming around again
It’s coming around again oh yeah, yeah, yeah
It’s coming around again
It’s coming around again oh yeah, yeah, yeah
It’s coming around again
It’s coming around again oh yeah, yeah, yeah
It’s coming around again
It’s coming around again oh yeah, yeah, yeah
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6. |
Make it Just Today
04:02
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An ordinary day
I drift away
From the silence
I feel that merseybeat
Down in my feet
Gets me out of my seat
So make it just today
On the stage
Lock the door
And now its time to play
Like yesterday
All the songs
Make it happen
Oh yeah
Make it happen
Make it happen
Oh yeah
Make it happen
There's cats up on the roof
In the groove
Amongst the pylons
Down here in the street
So indiscreet
Breaks the silence
So make it just today
Build a stage
Anywhere you like
And disclose the proof
To the dudes
Of today
Make it happen
Oh yeah
Make it happen
Make it happen
Oh yeah
Make it happen
Make it happen
Oh yeah
Make it happen
Make it happen
Oh yeah
Make it happen
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7. |
Sheepdog Paranoia
03:27
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They’ve got peacocks in the garden
They’ve got canapés in the foyer
Filled with chilli beans and soya
It’s a sheepdogs paranoia
A world completely paranormal
Like a psychedelic football match
With Hendrix between the sticks
Ginger Baker at the back
It’s a pseudo hippy love shack
Full of students and their rich dads
They’ve been fiddling the application forms
To get grants for their little shit-bags
That 2:2 in media
Well it just aint gonna feed ya
I mean where’s it gonna lead ya
In your high society?
It’s a false reality
But we watch it on TV
There you are clocking every move
And pointless word of those who crave I.D.
Box me in
I’d rather be a singer than a poet
Box me in
I’d rather be a singer than a poet
I’d rather be a singer than a poet
They’ve got patches in the carpet
From intensive yogalatis
Like the fruit and water diet
I bet you wish you’d never started
But it will get them in the end
Like the cheques they never send
Cos it drives you to a bender
Cos you feel like an offender
But you think you look like Jordan
With the mind of a parking warden
It’s the blend that is important
In this harsh reality
But you see them on TV
And you see them in the paper
You’ve got to move the elevator
Up or down it’s gonna break ya
But your prospects could expand
When you grease some brother hand
So you fiddle up the application forms
But the folks they just don’t give a damn
Box me in
I’d rather be a singer than a poet
Box me in
I’d rather be a singer than a poet
I’d rather be a singer than a poet
I’d rather be a singer than a…poet
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8. |
Satisfy
04:07
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You know it always feels like such a waste of time
The empty bottles standing on the shelf
Little by little I try and break away
But I always come back to you in the end
Yes I always come back to you in the end
You know there’s going to be such a mighty hell
When I wake up in a bad way
I guess we both know that I’m here to stay
But I always come back to you in the end
Yes I always come back to you in the end
You know, you know what it’s like
When every single day you’re drifting further form your life
You know, the only thing that’s left
When you get yourself together you’ve got to satisfy yourself,
Satisfy yourself
You know I always thought that I could pick and choose
Give it all away whenever I wanted to
I come and go but one thing’s for certain though
That I I’ll always come back to you in the end
I’ll always come back to you in the end
You know, you know what it’s like
When every single day you’re drifting further form your life
You know, the only thing that’s left
When you get yourself together you’ve got to satisfy yourself,
Satisfy yourself
You know, you know what it’s like
When every single day you’re drifting further form your life
You know, the only thing that’s left
When you get yourself together you’ve got to satisfy yourself,
Satisfy yourself
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9. |
Yellow is the View
03:05
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Yellow is the view from my room
Fields in the haze of a golden moon
Listen, summer sounds overhead
Whilst floating out at sea, a thousand bodies on an ocean bed
The curl is laced with white
And it hangs above us so tall
Something worth waiting all night for
Might never happen at all
And now the coffee is black
And it’s waiting to be filled
And if I catch this now then
I won’t sleep tonight because my mind feels so alive oh
Yellow is the view from my room
People hide and seek in the golden dunes
Glisten, burning sun in my eyes
Whilst floating out at sea, a thousand bodies searching for the prize
The curl is laced with white
And it hangs above us so tall
Something worth waiting all night for
Might never happen at all
And now the coffee is black
And it’s waiting to be filled
And if I catch this now then
I wont sleep tonight because my mind feels so alive oh
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10. |
The Hole Song
04:29
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There’s a hole in my head where the rain gets in
Like dropping money in a slot machine
Like pennies in a tin it feels like lead
There’s a hole in my head, there’s a hole in my head
There’s a hole in my brain which I can’t explain
It’s quite sore but absorbs the rain
That dumbs my sense and numbs my pain
There’s a hole in my brain, there’s a hole in my brain
Superfly
Superfly
There’s a hole in my shoe where the rain gets through
It’s not funny ‘cos I bought them as new
A pair for me and a pair for you
There’s a hole in my shoe, there’s a hole in my shoe
There’s a hole in my skin where the rain gets under
I look old but I feel much younger
But I start to wonder with the state I’m in
There’s a hole in my skin, there’s a hole in my skin
Superfly
Superfly
Superfly
Superfly
There’s a hole in face where the rain gets caught
I’m blowing bubbles in with every thought
They go pop or return to trace
There’s a hole in my face, there’s a hole in my face
There’s a hole in my butt where the rain gets out
I’m blowing bubbles when I scream and shout
All taut and stuck in a rut
There’s a hole in my butt, there’s a hole in my butt
Superfly
Superfly
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11. |
(This Boy is) Home
06:18
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Birds fly again above my head
The scent of home surrounds me
I close my eyes and breathe the air
Cast back amongst familiar skies
A sense of joy surrounds me
I feel my soul come back to life
vh
Ooh, ooh, I know I’ll forever be sure
They can take me away
But I’ll still come back for more, oh yeah
Ooh, ooh, I know it like never before
They can send me away
But I’ll still come back for more, oh yeah
Birds fly again above my head
The golden sun is rising
Spread the word this boy is home
Cast back amongst familiar smiles
I feel your arms around me
Spread the word this boy is home
Ooh, ooh, I know I’ll forever be sure
They can take me away
But I’ll still come back for more, oh yeah
Ooh, ooh, I know it like never before
They can send me away
But I’ll still come back for more, oh yeah
Birds fly again above my head
The scent of home surrounds me
Jump for joy this boy is home
Ooh, ooh, I know I’ll forever be sure
They can take me away
But I’ll still come back for more, oh yeah
Ooh, ooh, I know it like never before
They can send me away
But I’ll still come back for more, oh yeah
Ooh, ooh, I know I’ll forever be sure
They can take me away
But I’ll still come back for more, oh yeah
Ooh, ooh, I know it like never before
They can send me away
But I’ll still come back for more, oh yeah
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12. |
Filmstar
05:34
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Back as a school girl she was a flirt
With the face of an angel, the voice of a bird
She looks like a filmstar haven’t you heard?
She plays a part with very few words
She stars with the boyfriend she met in a bar
Fell for the spray-tan and feather white car
He looks like a filmstar haven’t you heard?
He plays a part with very few words
Oh I wonder is your mama proud?
Or won’t she give you the time, give you the time, give you the time of day?
Tell me, is your daddy talking to you?
Can you look in his eyes, look in his eyes, look in his eyes these days?
Oh I wonder is your mama proud?
Or won’t she give you the time, give you the time, give you the time of day?
Tell me, is your daddy talking to you?
Can you look in his eyes, look in his eyes, look in his eyes these days?
Days in the sunshine deepen the lines
Sitting on the top shelf, drinking the wine
She lives like a filmstar haven’t you heard
She plays a part with very few words
But not with the boyfriend she couldn’t engage
He went to play with someone his own age
She looks like a filmstar haven’t you heard
She plays a part with very few words, that’s right
Oh I wonder is your mama proud?
Or won’t she give you the time, give you the time, give you the time of day?
Tell me, is your daddy talking to you?
Can you look in his eyes, look in his eyes, look in his eyes these days?
Oh I wonder is your mama proud?
Or won’t she give you the time, give you the time, give you the time of day?
Tell me, is your daddy talking to you?
Can you look in his eyes, look in his eyes, look in his eyes these days?
Oh I wonder is your mama proud?
Or won’t she give you the time, give you the time, give you the time of day?
Tell me, is your daddy talking to you?
Can you look in his eyes, look in his eyes, look in his eyes these days?
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13. |
Danzuker
04:03
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Water on the doorstep
Ripen up a Jersey cow
I don’t believe in Danzuker
I’d rather be a sugar lump
Melt into a hot cup
Float across a camomile
I don’t believe in Danzuker
Danzuker
You know what I’m on about
Who bothers with tea in a coffee house?
Oo ooh I’m as Chinese as I’m wurst and sauerkraut
But you’re selling me out
Freaky little two step
Preaching to my grandfather
He’ll never be a Danzuker
He’s regimental sugar lump
Jack he is a fruitcake
Is he just a little queer?
He’d rather be a Danzuker
Danzuker
You know what I’m on about
Who bothers with tea in a coffee house?
Oo ooh I’m as Chinese as I’m doner kebab
But you’re selling me out
Humour me for God’s sake
You think I’m scared to move forward
But I don’t believe in Danzuker
Danzuker, you know what I’m on about
Danzuker, you know what I’m on about
Danzuker, you know what I’m on about
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14. |
Tina Ballerina
04:19
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In my lifetime I have seen her
Floating like a ballerina
Memories of the life of Tina
Oh, oh oh oh oh
Would not live with life eroded
Took the glory then exploded
All the systems over-loaded
Oh, oh oh oh oh
Wahey ey oh
We’re all following Tina
Folks you hear are all so certain
She’d become a different person
She would not have been the first one
Oh, oh oh oh oh
Blame it on the circumstances
And a taste for foreign fancies
Endless string of lost romances
Oh, oh oh oh oh
Wahey ey oh
We’re all following Tina
In my lifetime I have seen her
She was just a lucky dreamer
Any one of us could’ve been her
Oh, oh oh oh oh
Famous drinking Orangina
Now it’s milk and warm Ribena
Memories of the life of Tina
Oh, oh oh oh oh
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I was in the party mood
When I saw this bloke arrive
Something was unusual
He had a guitar by his side
Everyone was chilling out
When there was suddenly a strumming sound
As the people turned around
He starting singing very loud
I don’t do things like that
Tell me that I don’t do things like that
I don’t do things like that
I’m hoping that I don’t do things like that
He closed the song in silence
Then began to start again
I think there should be violence
Cos this man has got no shame
He tried to play some well know songs
In the hope that we would sing along
But people had got bored of him
So they ignored him, I just laughed
I don’t do things like that
Tell me that I don’t do things like that
I don’t do things like that
I’m hoping that I don’t do things like that
I don’t do things like that
Tell me that I don’t do things like that
I don’t do things like that
I’m hoping that I don’t do things like that
I don’t do things like that
Tell me that I don’t do things like that
I don’t do things like that
I’m hoping that I don’t do things like that
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16. |
Modern Life Tragedy
05:31
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It’s a long way home
When you’re sad and alone
And home don’t feel like home anymore
Been away so long I’m sure
The grass is long
And the curtains drawn
And home wont feel like home anymore
Now the dust has set on the floor
I’m trying to tell you
And I’m trying to help you
We can’t keep running away
Cos it just gets harder every day
We can keep delaying the conversation
Oh no, it’s not fair
It’s not fair on anyone or anything
Especially the little souls
Who didn’t choose to be there, no
It’s a modern life tragedy
It’s a long way back
This far down the track
And life don’t seem worth living anymore
Been down so long I’m sure
My mind is blown
And my heart turned to stone
And home don’t feel like home any more
Been away so long im sure
We can’t keep running away
Cos it just gets harder every day
We can keep delaying the conversation
Oh no, it’s not fair
It’s not fair on anyone or anything
Especially the little souls
Who didn’t choose to be there, no
It’s a modern life tragedy
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Slip-on John Barnstaple, UK
Multi-instrumentalist, singer-songwriter.
Active as a recording artist since 1997.
Style is alternative rock, avante-garde pop, singer-songwriter.
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