1. |
Sophie Supervisor
05:27
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Sophie
From this life you’ve gotta 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 gotta 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. |
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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3. |
Going Travelling
03:53
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I just got out of school
And I don’t know what to do
So I’m going travelling
To Australia
Cos they speak the same language
And the people there are cool
I’m going travelling
To Australia
It’s also a cultural thing
I must expand my horizons
Make the most out of life
Before you take on the strife
And mum and dad
they have offered to pay
They must love me so much
I will repay them some day
I just got out of school
And I don’t know what to do
So I’m going travelling
To Australia
The food is just the same
Gonna lose my ball and chain
I’m going travelling
To Australia
And when I’m gone
I’ll be free of the pressure
to find a job
and be part of society
and if I’ve travelling the world
it looks good on my CV
I’ll walk into whatever I want
Easy, so goodbye
And now I’m back from travelling
My whole world is unravelling
I cant get a job
Got no experience
And no-one cares where I’ve been
They don’t give a damn
It seems like they know that all I’ve seen
Is the inside of four walls
One year out of school
And I don’t know what to do
So I’m going travelling
To America
Cos we speak the same language
And the people there are cool
I’m going travelling
To America
To America
Goodbye
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4. |
Don't Wanna Go To London
02:46
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Don’t wanna go to London I’d rather die
Too many students on a gap year
Bored and smoking fags all day
in London town
Don’t wanna go to London I’d rather leave it
If I wear my watch someone’ll thieve it
Split, then sell it back to me
In London Town
Don’t wanna go to London it makes me ill
Too many Burger King and Starbucks
Men with goaties, drinking latte all day
In London
Browse through the market or go to a show
To Soho, Embankment or up Pimlico
You know
I don’t wanna go
Don’t wanna go London I’d rather die
Too many kids working for daddy
On the high street, gone for lunch
In London Town
Don’t wanna go to London I’d rather pass
Too many gangsters in their big cars
Sure, there aint no law up here
In London Town
Browse through the market or go to a show
To Soho, Embankment or up Pimlico
You know
I don’t wanna go
Don’t wanna go to London I’d rather die
Than lose mind inside a theme bar
Water in my beer, right here
In London Town
Don’t wanna go to London it feels wrong
Doesn’t reflect me or where I come from
Only fifteen miles away
From London Town
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5. |
Hollywood Stretch
04:01
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Plucked from the hillside young and free
For the last ten days you’ve been following me
The folks like a black sheep in the ‘hood
So book me a stretch down on Hollywood
Cheesy,
Easy
You say
Book me a stretch down on Hollywood
It’s cold in the home field wooden shack
You’ll be shot in the head for the coat on your back
I’m one hot woolly, man I’m famous food
So book me a stretch down on Hollywood
Cheesy
Easy
You say
Book me a stretch down on Hollywood
You know my face
But you don’t know what you know me for
You heard me voice
So many times on holiday
Magazines sanctify me
Now I’m on celebrity (mercenary)
Mercenary duty
Insane, freeze frame, garbage news
A big-shot ruminary singing the blues
I pimp my face like a baggy suit
So book me a stretch down on Hollywood
Cheesy
Easy
You say
Book me a stretch down on Hollywood
You say
Book me a stretch down on Hollywood
You say
Book me a stretch on Hollywood
You say
Book me a stretch down on Hollywood.
Yeah!
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6. |
The Planes
04:51
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Hear the Planes
Overhead
Soon the sky is gonna be
Crimson red
Golden streets
And an orange flame
Out in the open suddenly
We’re all the same
You and I
Come from a different part of town
Different lives
A different start but the same in the end
Fear the eyes
And we feel the pain
As we run for shelter
Suddenly we’re all the same
You and I
Come from a different part of town
Different lives
A different start but the same in the end
Now without choice I’m by your side
I suddenly feel the heart of mankind
Man…
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7. |
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 have 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
In my lifetime i have seen her
Floating like a ballerina
Memories of the life of Tina
Oh oh oh oh oh
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8. |
Giving Me Nothing
02:52
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I meet you in the evening at the usual place
Long before the boys get in
Every little sign showing on your face
Is telling me you’re gonna give in
Oh but you’re giving me nothing
Ooh, hoo, giving me nothing
You’re giving me nothing
Ooh, hoo, giving me nothing, yeah heah!
You sat with crossed legs like you wanted to talk
So I talked about the rent
You haven’t paid a penny for a year or more
Or give me back my money you spent
Oh no you’re giving me nothing
Ooh, hoo, giving me nothing
You’re giving me nothing
Ooh, hoo, giving me nothing, yeah heah!
You’re giving me nothing, at all
You’re giving me nothing, at all
You’re giving me nothing, at all
You’re giving me nothing, at all
I’m just about to move and your mobile rings
You say you’ve got to take the call
You tell me it’s a friend and they need you right now
Honey I need you more
Oh but you’re giving me nothing
Ooh, hoo, giving me nothing
You’re giving me nothing
Ooh, hoo, giving me nothing
Every day.
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9. |
Writing Letters
03:38
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I’m just busy writing letters
Letters, letters, letters
I’m just busy writing letters
Letters, letters, letters
I get real brave behind my email
I’m in the zone when I’m on the moan
I’m just busy writing letters
Letters, letters, letters
I’m just busy writing letters
Letters, letters, letters
I’m the bad warlord of the keyboard
My evil fingers are my mighty sword
I’m just busy writing letters
Letters, letters, letters
I’m just busy writing letters
Letters, letters, letters
I’m just busy writing letters
Letters, letters, letters
I’m just busy writing letters
Letters, letters, letters
I’ll shoot you dead in a chat room
With a false I.D. and a smoking gun
I’m just busy writing letters
Letters, letters, letters
I’m just busy writing letters
Letters, letters, letters
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10. |
Labour
05:28
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Give me sunshine
and the waters edge
Give me things that I can’t buy
Like this feeling inside
Fill my hopes and live my dreams
In all the places in between
I feel I’m wasting so much time
Working to survive yeah, yeah
Oh babe you’ve got to get here with me
I’ve got all this life to live and I need you to make it real
We’re gonna take it so high
we’re gonna touch the sky
Gonna make you believe
that you don’t have to be somebody’s labour
Give me sunshine
At the rainbows edge
When my maker says it’s time
I wont feel denied
So many people I have met
Will be so easy to forget
So take that spell off me
Cos I don’t believe in your way
Oh babe you’ve got to get here with me
I’ve got all this life to live and I need you to make it real
We’re gonna take it so high
we’re gonna touch the sky
Gonna make you believe
that you don’t have to be somebody’s labour
it’s not about copping out
and it’s not about giving in
you might have to try a little harder
to find the desire within
you might have to be a little bolder
you’ll be glad you did when you’re older
don’t be somebody’s soldier
don’t sacrifice your soul yeah
it might be a little risky
you might have to be a little braver
not to be somebody’s saviour
not to be somebody’s labour
labour
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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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