Popscene - Lyrics - Modern Life Is Rubbish - Blur

Title: Popscene
Album: Modern Life Is Rubbish
Artist: Blur
Composer(s): Damon Albarn, Graham Coxon, Steven Alexander James, David Alexander Rowntree

Lyric:
A fervored image of another world
Is nothing in particular now
And everyone is a clever clone
[Incomprehensible]

And everyone is a clever clone
A chrome colored clone am I
So in the absence of a way of life
Just repeat this again and again and again

Hey, hey, come out tonight
Hey, hey, come out tonight, popscene, all right

I'm leaving town to run away
Run into your twisted arms
No queues and there's no panic there
Just dangling your feet in the grass

My lack of natural luster now
Seems to be losing me friends
So in the absence of a way of life
Just repeat this again and again and again

Hey, hey, come out tonight
Hey, hey, come out tonight, popscene

Hey, hey, come out tonight
Hey, hey, come out tonight, popscene, all right
Hey, hey, come out tonight
Hey, hey, come out tonight, popscene

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Villa Rosie - Lyrics - Modern Life Is Rubbish - Blur

Title: Villa Rosie
Album: Modern Life Is Rubbish
Artist: Blur
Composer(s): Dave Rowntree, Damen Albarn, Alex James, Graham Coxon

Lyric:
Woh oh
Oh oh

Practice doesn't make perfect when you're interbreeding
Speaking drivel can make it confused with heavy breathing
Mixing drinks at water holes get snarled up in the suburbs
Meandering through this and that you are suspected vagueness

When work is done go to Villa Rosie every night
So tasty
So form a queue at Villa Rosie every night
So tasty

Woo hoo
Woo hoo

Across the common every day you come across the fine line
But wearing boots can prevent the leeches in the long grass
Eating between meals stifles the appetite, is it healthy?
Coming home that nagging doubt there in your belly

And all the while at Villa Rosie every night
You're tasting
A sweeter life at Villa Rosie every night
So taste

Woo hoo
Woo hoo
Woo hoo
Oh oh

All losers come to Villa Rosie every night
They're waiting
So form a queue at Villa Rosie every night
So tasty

Don't break your heart back at Villa Rosie every night
We're tasting
A sweeter life at Villa Rosie every night
So tasty

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Pressure On Julian - Lyrics - Modern Life Is Rubbish - Blur

Title: Pressure On Julian
Album: Modern Life Is Rubbish
Artist: Blur
Composer(s): Dave Rowntree, Damen Albarn, Alex James, Graham Coxon

Lyric:
Only the magical transit children
Sing sing a lullaby bah, bah, bah
Sitting on a pavement sucking on a long straw
It's colorful, it's colorful, but it washes you out

Here is my violence and here is the excuse
I learnt it all but only second hand
Falling into walls, well what is it with you?
You'd never know, never know, never know

We planned it all this way
We planned it all this way
Pressure on Julian

Swimming in yellow pissy water
Sand getting in between the ears
No blood in head in, this bloody weather
Irate people with yellow tongues

Only the magical transit children
Sing sing a lullaby bah, bah, bah
Falling into walls, well what is it with you?
You'd never know, never know, never know

We planned it all this way
We planned it all this way
Pressure on Julian

There was pressure on Julian
Pushing trolleys in the car park
From B to A then back to B
Pressure on Julian
Passing out, precious little, little snout
The birds are singing at night
The birds are singing at night
Pressure on Julian

We planned it all this way
We planned it all this way
Pressure on Julian

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Sunday, Sunday - Lyrics - Modern Life Is Rubbish - Blur

Title: Sunday, Sunday
Album: Modern Life Is Rubbish
Artist: Blur
Composer(s): Dave Rowntree, Damen Albarn, Alex James, Graham Coxon

Lyric:
Sunday, Sunday here again in tidy attire
You read the color supplement, the TV guide
You dream of protein on a plate

Regret you left it quite so late
To gather the family around the table
To eat enough to sleep

Oh, the Sunday sleep

Sunday, Sunday here again a walk in the park
You meet an old soldier and talk of the past
He fought for us in two World Wars

And the England he knew is no more
He sings the songs of praise
Then he reads, but always falls asleep
For that Sunday sleep but he knows what he knows

Sunday, Sunday
Oh, that Sunday sleep

Sunday, Sunday here again in tidy attire
You read the color supplement, the TV guide
You dream of protein on a plate

Regret you left it quite so late
You gather the family around the table
To eat enough to sleep

And mother's pride is your epithet
That extra slice you'll soon regret
So going out is your best bet
Then bingo yourself to sleep

Oh that Sunday sleep

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Coping - Lyrics - Modern Life Is Rubbish - Blur

Title: Coping
Album: Modern Life Is Rubbish
Artist: Blur
Composer(s): Dave Rowntree, Damen Albarn, Alex James, Graham Coxon

Lyric:
Primal evil, what am I?
Tongue tied 'til the day I die
There's no love made with mermaids
It's just distraction so they say

And I'm too tired to care about it
Can't you see this in my face? My face

When I feel this strange can I go through this again?
When I feel this strange can I go through this again?

It's a sorry state you're getting in
The same excuse is wearing thin
There's no self control left in me
What was not will never will be

And I'm too tired to care about it
Can't you see this in my face? My face

When I feel this strange can I go through this again?
When I feel this strange can I go through this again?

[Incomprehensible]
I don't want

And I'm too tired to care about it
Can't you see this in my face?
The emphisis is on coping
Can't you see this in my face? My face

When I feel this strange can I go through this again?
When I feel this strange can I go through this again?
When I feel this strange can I go through this again?
When I feel this strange can I go through this again?
(Can I be dreaming or am I just coping?)

Lala lala lala
Lala lala lala
Lala lala lala
...

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Colin Zeal - Lyrics - Modern Life Is Rubbish - Blur

Title: Colin Zeal
Album: Modern Life Is Rubbish
Artist: Blur
Composer(s): Dave Rowntree, Damen Albarn, Alex James, Graham Coxon

Lyric:
Colin Zeal knows the value of mass appeal
He's a pedestrian walker, he's a civil talker
He's an affable man with a plausible plan
Keeps his eye on the news, keeps his future in hand

(And then he)
Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again
Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again
He's pleased with himself, he's pleased with himself
He's so pleased with himself, ahh

While sitting in traffic, Colin thinks in automatic
He's an immaculate dresser, he's your common aggressor
Colin's the modern retard with a love of bombast
Keeps his eye on the news, doesn't dwell on the past

(And then he)
Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again
Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again
He's pleased with himself, he's pleased with himself
He's so pleased with himself, ahh
He's pleased with himself, he's pleased with himself
He's so pleased with himself, ahh

Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again
Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again
He's pleased with himself, he's pleased with himself
He's so pleased with himself, ahh
He's pleased with himself, he's pleased with himself
He's so pleased with himself, ahh

(He's a modern retard, he's terminal lard)
He's pleased with himself, he's pleased with himself
(He's an affable man, with a carotene tan)
He's so pleased with himself, ahh
('Cause Colin Zeal's ill)
He's pleased with himself, he's so pleased with himself
(Colin Zeal's ill)
He's so pleased with himself, ahh
(Colin Zeal's ill)
'Cos Colin Zeal knows

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Miss America - Lyrics - Modern Life Is Rubbish - Blur

Title: Miss America
Album: Modern Life Is Rubbish
Artist: Blur
Composer(s): Dave Rowntree, Damen Albarn, Alex James, Graham Coxon

Lyric:
{Michael
Ha ha ha
Huh
Ha}

Miss America, sits in the shower
She's plucking hours from the sky
Picks up the telephone, into another home
Don't ask me why

I don't mind
(Ooh)
I don't mind at all
(Ooh, ooh)
I love only you

She's a well wisher and she wishes you well
Wish away, wish away
She no jellybean, she a Jemima ho ho
Wish away, wish away

I don't mind
(Ooh)
I don't mind at all
(Ooh, ooh)
I love only you
Dara dara do
Dara dara do

Here is here and I am here, where are you?
Far away, far away
She no jellybean, she a Jemima ho ho
Wish away, wish away

I don't mind
(Ooh)
I don't mind at all
(Ooh, ooh)
I love only you
Dara dara do
Dara dara do
Dara dara do

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Oily Water - Lyrics - Modern Life Is Rubbish - Blur

Title: Oily Water
Album: Modern Life Is Rubbish
Artist: Blur
Composer(s): Dave Rowntree, Damen Albarn, Alex James, Graham Coxon

Lyric:
Lead in me and me in water
Dangling in my world
I swallowed too much oily water
Now it's slipping down my spine

In a sense of self in decline
Growing fat on sound
It's only an early morning dream
And the whole world will be alright
(Ooh ooh ooh hoo)

My head is hunts of suspicion
I'm coming home sometime
I've swallowed too much oily water
It slipping down my spine

A sense of self in decline
I'm lying on my back
It's only an early morning dream
And the whole world will be alright
(Ooh ooh hoo hoo)

Ah ah ooh hoo
Ooh hoo ooh hoo ho
Aah haa aah haa ooo
Ooh hoo hoo hoo

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Chemical World - Lyrics - Modern Life Is Rubbish - Blur

Title: Chemical World
Album: Modern Life Is Rubbish
Artist: Blur
Composer(s): Dave Rowntree, Damen Albarn, Alex James, Graham Coxon

Lyric:
The pay-me girl has had enough of the bleeps
So she takes the bus into the country
Although she got herself rosy cheeks
She didn't leave enough money to pay the rent

The landlord says that she's out in a week
What a shame she was just getting comfy
Now she's eating chocolate to induce sleep
And in a chemical world it's very, very, very cheap

And I don't know about you
But they're putting the holes in, yes, yes
It's been a hell of a do
They've been putting the holes in, yes, yes

Peeping Thomas has a very nice view
Across the street at the exhibitionist
These townies they never speak to you
Just stick together so they never get lonely

Feeling lead, feeling quite light-headed
Had to sit down and have some sugary tea
In a chemical world, in a chemical world
It's very, very, very cheap

And I don't know about you
But they're putting the holes in, yes, yes
But it's been a hell of a do
Putting the holes in, yes, yes, yes

I don't know about you
But they're putting the holes in, yes, yes
It's been a hell of a do
Putting the holes in, yes, yes

And now she's found about you
Putting the holes in, yes, yes
Well I don't know about you
Putting the holes in, yes, yes

Until you can see right through
Until you can see right through
Until you can see right through

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Resigned - Lyrics - Modern Life Is Rubbish - Blur

Title: Resigned
Album: Modern Life Is Rubbish
Artist: Blur
Composer(s): Dave Rowntree, Damen Albarn, Alex James, Graham Coxon

Lyric:
I think too much
On things I want too much
It makes me hateful
And I say stupid things
Only you can fill my blank heart
And I'm resigned to that

I wish the sun
Could just keep me warm
And I'm resigned to that
I'll forget to breathe someday
I never stop to think why

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Turn It Up - Lyrics - Modern Life Is Rubbish - Blur

Title: Turn It Up
Album: Modern Life Is Rubbish
Artist: Blur
Composer(s): David Rowntree, Steven Alexander James, Damon Albarn, Graham Coxon

Lyric:
Kazoo, kazoo you are mine
Kazoo, kazoo every time

Turn it up, turn it off, turn it in
Turn it up, turn it off, turn it in

Anyway you choose
Anyway you choose at all
Some days you get too much
Some days it all gets too much

Kazoo, kazoo you are mine
Why do you turn your back on me?

Turn it up, turn it off, turn it in
Turn it up, turn it off, turn it in
Turn it up, turn it off, turn it in
Turn it up, turn it off, turn it in

Anyway you choose
Anyway you choose at all
Some days you get too much
Some days it all gets too much

Kazoo, kazoo you are mine
Kazoo, kazoo every time

Turn it up, turn it off, turn it in
Turn it up, turn it off, turn it in
Turn it up, turn it off, turn it in
Turn it up, turn it off, turn it in

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Advert - Lyrics - Modern Life Is Rubbish - Blur

Title: Advert
Album: Modern Life Is Rubbish
Artist: Blur
Composer(s): Dave Rowntree, Damen Albarn, Alex James, Graham Coxon

Lyric:
{Food processors are great}

It's six o'clock on the dot and I'm half way home
I feel foul mouthed as I stand an' wait for the underground
And a nervous disposition doesn't agree with this
I need something to remind me that there's something else

You need a holiday somewhere in the sun
With all the people who are waiting
There never seems to be one
Say something, say something else
Say something, say something else

Advertisements are here for rapid persuasion
If you stare too long you lose your appetite
A nervous disposition doesn't agree with this
You need fast relief from aches and stomach pains

I need a holiday somewhere in the sun
With all the people who are waiting
There never seems to be one
Say something, say something else
Say something, say something else

One, two, three, four
Five, six, seven, eight
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen

You can have our holidays
Yes, ladies and gentlemen
For one week only
A special offer

You need a holiday somewhere in the sun
With all the people who are waiting
There never seems to be one
Say something, say something else
Go on, say something, say something else
Say something, say something else
Say something, say something else

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Blue Jeans - Lyrics - Modern Life Is Rubbish - Blur

Title: Blue Jeans
Album: Modern Life Is Rubbish
Artist: Blur
Composer(s): Dave Rowntree, Damen Albarn, Alex James, Graham Coxon

Lyric:
Air cushioned soles
I bought them on the ports of Bello Road on a Saturday
I stop and stare awhile
A common pastime when conversation goes astray

And don't think I'm walking out of this
She don't mind
Whatever I say, whatever I say
I don't really want to change a thing
I want to stay this way forever

Blue, blue jeans I wear them every day
There's no particular reason to change
My thoughts are getting banal, I can't help it
But I won't pull out hair another day

And don't think I'm walking out of this
She don't mind
Whatever I say, whatever I say
I don't really want to change a thing
I want to stay this way forever
If you don't mind
Whatever I say, whatever I say
I don't really want to change a thing
I want to stay this way forever

You know it will be with you
And don't give up on me yet
Don't think I'm walking out of this
She don't mind
Whatever I say, whatever I say
I don't really want to change a thing
I want to stay this way forever
If you don't mind
Whatever I say, whatever I say
I don't really want to change a thing
I want to stay this way forever
You know it's to be with you

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