Le Pastie De La Bourgeoisie - Lyrics - Push Barman to Open Old Wounds - Belle And Sebastian

Title: Le Pastie De La Bourgeoisie
Album: Push Barman to Open Old Wounds
Artist: Belle And Sebastian
Composer(s): Richard William Colburn, Christopher Thoma Geddes, Stephen Thomas Jackson, Stuart Lee Murdoch, Isobel Campbell, Michael Cooke, Sarah Ann Martin

Lyric:
Sunbeam shone, mousy girl on the end pew
You'd stay home, oh, if only I let you
Le Pastie de la Bourgeoisie

Municipal pool, you're a junior life saver
And you're friends are all serious ravers
Le Pastie de la Bourgeoisie

Reading Judy Blume, oh, but you came too soon
You're too tall, much too tall for a boyfriend
They run and hide from your buck tooth and split ends
Don't be scared like the books you've read

You're the heroine, oh, you'll be doing fine
Wouldn't you like to get away?
Bestowing the memory of good and evil
On the ones you left behind, heartless swine

And you love like nobody around you
How you love and a halo surrounds you
Le Pastie de la Bourgeoisie

In the Autumn cool, say cheerio to school
Listen dear, I've been watching you lately
If I said all these things you would hate me
Le Pastie de la Bourgeoisie

At the church bazaar, I think I went too far
Wouldn't you like to get away?
Kerouac's beckoning with open arms
And open fields of eucalyptus, westward bound

Wouldn't you like to get away?
Give yourself up to the allure of 'Catcher in The Rye'
The future's swathed in Stars and Stripes

Wouldn't you like to get away?
Kerouac's beckoning with open arms
And open fields of eucalyptus, westward bound

Wouldn't you like to get away?
Give yourself up to the allure of 'Catcher in The Rye'
The future's swathed in Stars and Stripes

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This Is Just A Modern Rock Song - Lyrics - Push Barman to Open Old Wounds - Belle And Sebastian

Title: This Is Just A Modern Rock Song
Album: Push Barman to Open Old Wounds
Artist: Belle And Sebastian
Composer(s): Richard Colburn, Glenn Gabriel, Chris Geddes, Sarah Martin, Stevie Jackson, Isobel Campbell, Stuart Murdoch

Lyric:
Emma tried to run away
I followed her across the city
She went out to the Easter house
Because she liked the sound of it

She didn't have a single penny
She stuck a finger in the air
She tried to flag down an aeroplane
I suppose she needs a holiday

I put my arm around her waist
She put me on the ground with judo
She didn't recognize my face
She wasn't even looking

Laura's feeling just ideal
Her horoscope was nearly perfect
She's thinking of something to do
Because she is the birthday girl

She walked out to the edge of town
She saw me lying in the park
She took Emma by the hand
They've got a lot in common

I'll leave them to do what they want
I'll leave them to do what they need to
I'll go and play with words and pictures
I'll admit I'm feeling strange

I'm not as sad as Doestoevsky
I'm not as clever as Mark Twain
I'll only buy a book for the way it looks
And then I stick it on the shelf again

Now I could tell you what I'm thinking
But it never seems to do you good
It's beyond me what a girl can see
I'm only lucid when I'm writing songs

This is just a modern rock song
This is just a sorry lament
We're four boys in corduroys
We're not terrific but we're competent

Stevie's full of good intentions
Richard's into rock 'n' roll
Stuart's staying in and he thinks it's a sin
That he has to leave the house at all

This is just a modern rock song
This is just a tender affair
I count "three, four" and then we start to slow
Because a song has got to stop somewhere

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The Gate - Lyrics - Push Barman to Open Old Wounds - Belle And Sebastian

Title: The Gate
Album: Push Barman to Open Old Wounds
Artist: Belle And Sebastian
Composer(s): Isobel Karen Campbell, Richard William Colburn, Christopher Thoma Geddes, Stephen Thomas Jackson, Stuart Lee Murdoch, Michael John Cooke, Sarah Ann Martin

Lyric:
In the hope I'll forget I'll wait
It's a chance I'll take oh yeah
In the hope I'll forget I'll wait
For the time

In the spring I'll watch my step
While the night time passes by
When a smile suits me all alone
I'll be fine

There's got to be a better song to sing
Before I hang upon your shoulder
Telling the truth it may be bolder this time
There's got to be a better song to sing
That makes a lonely one less cold oh
Before I hang upon your shoulder and cry

Watching friends playing in the dirt
Feeling hard but feeling hurt
By the sadness that wastes my time
It's a crime

Counting acts which I must add
To collect sad memories
From a past I'd soon forget
Swap or leave

There's got to be a better song to sing
Before I hang upon your shoulder
Telling the truth it may be bolder this time
There's got to be a better song to sing
That makes a lonely one less cold oh
Before I hang upon your shoulder and cry

At the gate I'll wave goodbye
To the friends that were my lies
And I'll see them off at dawn
Feeling wise, feeling wise, feeling wise

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Slow Graffiti - Lyrics - Push Barman to Open Old Wounds - Belle And Sebastian

Title: Slow Graffiti
Album: Push Barman to Open Old Wounds
Artist: Belle And Sebastian
Composer(s): Stuart Murdoch

Lyric:
There's a portrait in a back room
Which I keep for days upon, which I relent
And gaze for hours on the muscle skin and bone
Of some imaginary friend

So how about it?
Show me please, how I will look in twenty years
And let me please interpret history in every line
And scar that's painted there in front of me

It doesn't matter, what I'm thinking
What I tell myself to do
I'll end up calling

I stay in to defrost the fridge
Now the kid has gone to bed, a feeling of dread
At least when she's around the trouble's there
It's worse to wake up with her falling 'round the room

Listen Johnny, you're like a mother
To the girl you've fallen for
And you're still falling

Listen Johnny, you're like a mother
To the girl you've fallen for
And you're still falling and if they come tonight
You'll roll up tight and take whatever's coming to you

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Lazy Line Painter Jane - Lyrics - Push Barman to Open Old Wounds - Belle And Sebastian

Title: Lazy Line Painter Jane
Album: Push Barman to Open Old Wounds
Artist: Belle And Sebastian
Composer(s): Richard William Colburn, Christopher Thoma Geddes, Stephen Jackson, Stephen Thomas Jackson, Sarah Martin, Stuart Lee Murdoch, Isobel Campbell, Monica Queen, Christopher Geddes, Michael Cooke, Sarah Ann Martin, Stuart Murdoch

Lyric:
Working the village shop, putting a poster up
Dreaming of anything, dreaming of the time
When you are free from all the trouble you're in

In the mud, on your knees, trying hard not to please
Anyone, all the time, being a rebel's fine
But you go all the way to being brutal

You will have a boy tonight
You will have a boy tonight
On the first bus out of town
On the first bus out of town

So let's see your kit for games, all the girls look the same
You are challenging style for running miles
You're running miles in some boys jumper

Boo to the business world, you know a girl who's
Tax free on her back and making plenty cash
You are working for the joy of giving

You will have a boy tonight
You will have a boy tonight
On the last bus out of town
On the last bus out of town

You will have a boy tonight
You will have a girl tonight
And you hope that they will see
And you hope that they will see

You are in two minds, tossing a coin
To decide whether you should tell your folks
About a dose of thrush you got when licking railings

But you read in a book that you got free in Boots
There are lotions, there are potions
You can take to hide your shame from all those prying eyes

Lazy Jane, all the time, painting lines
You are sleeping at bus stops wondering how you got
Your name and what you're going to do about it

You will have a boy tonight
You will have a boy tonight
On the last bus out of town
On the last bus out of town

You will have a boy tonight
Maybe you will have a girl tonight
On the last bus out of town
On the last bus out of town

You will have a boy tonight
You will have a boy tonight
And you hope that they will see
And you hope that they will see

You will have a boy tonight
Maybe you will have a girl tonight
And you hope that they will see
Yeah, you hope that they will see

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You Made Me Forget My Dreams - Lyrics - Push Barman to Open Old Wounds - Belle And Sebastian

Title: You Made Me Forget My Dreams
Album: Push Barman to Open Old Wounds
Artist: Belle And Sebastian
Composer(s): Isobel Karen Campbell, Richard William Colburn, Christopher Thoma Geddes, Stephen Thomas Jackson, Stuart Lee Murdoch, Michael John Cooke, Sarah Ann Martin

Lyric:
You made me forget my dreams
When I woke up to you sleeping
We had peace for a night at least

But the trouble starts today
This morning you'll say
"I'll see you sometime, maybe" and I
Fall back to uneasy sleep

You made me forget my dreams
I was building a space rocket
With the boy who played bass guitar
With the boy who's wearing flares

He didn't care
He lit the fuse and ran for a mile
The space rocket went up in style

I'll lend you two hundred quid
For a flight across the ocean
Maybe things will look better there
Because they couldn't seem much worse

Than tears and a curse
For men with guns, maturing in age
Will always pay a shitty wage
They'll always pay a shitty wage

You made me forget my dreams
When I woke up to you sleeping
There was blood on the sheets again
And the view outside the window

Of gardens in bloom
Obscured by all the trouble we had
I think I better make a move, I think I better make a move
I think I better make a move, I think I better make a move

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Photo Jenny - Lyrics - Push Barman to Open Old Wounds - Belle And Sebastian

Title: Photo Jenny
Album: Push Barman to Open Old Wounds
Artist: Belle And Sebastian
Composer(s): Richard William Colburn, Christopher Thoma Geddes, Stephen Thomas Jackson, Stuart Lee Murdoch, Isobel Campbell, Michael Cooke, Sarah Ann Martin

Lyric:
I'm in a mess, I'm in a dress
There's nothing from here till tomorrow morning
How will I get there? How will I get there?
I don't do drugs, all my friends are on their holidays

I go outside, it's not so bad
I saw my friend and he couldn't believe that
The girls were holding hands, the girls are holding hands
Don't be a fool, it's 1995, the girls are just friends

They got the drugs I could use but then I don't want any
All that I want is a photograph of Photo Jenny
How will I get one? I don't know
How will I get one? I don't know
How will I get her to strike a pose?

It's getting cold, I'll catch the bus
I see my friend when she's finished working
Get some fish and chips, no, no, no, no, no
What's on the box? Man about the house with Paula Wilcox

You see the boy, girl's at the bar
Everyone thinks she's really ugly
But I shut my eyes, oh, I shut my eyes
And the star of it is and the star of it is
And the star of it is Photo Jenny

They got the drugs I could use but then I don't want any
All that I want is a photograph of Photo Jenny
How will I get one? I don't know
How will I get one? I don't know
How will I get her to strike a pose, pose, pose, pose?

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I Know Where The Summer Goes - Lyrics - Push Barman to Open Old Wounds - Belle And Sebastian

Title: I Know Where The Summer Goes
Album: Push Barman to Open Old Wounds
Artist: Belle And Sebastian
Composer(s): Isobel Karen Campbell, Richard William Colburn, Christopher Thoma Geddes, Stephen Thomas Jackson, Stuart Lee Murdoch, Michael John Cooke, Sarah Ann Martin

Lyric:
I know where the summer goes
When you're having no fun when you're under the thumb
I know how the summer dwells
When your underarm smells and your kitchen looks like hell

I know where the summer goes
If you're scraping a pot and your head is hot
Put your head down, put your thumbs up, girl
With the smell of hot desk and the glitter of your step

He was right, he was right
He's the guru of the city
No one told the city councilors

I know, you can tell me again
I've got my mobile phone, it's full of silicon chips
No one likes a smart arse
But I've seen a pattern emerge, I will race you up the hill

Where the boy who made records
Out of postcard messages
And flowering cherries rain on kids like you

Look twice at the kid with the crimped
And overheated hair, they ran a book on his looks
Odds on was the noble pose
And the denim hard riff of the Irish Troubadour

But the boy came from nowhere
To steal the hearts
From lassies in the lavies of the club tonight

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