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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Soho Square - Lyrics - Kirsty Maccoll

Title: Soho Square
Artist: Kirsty Maccoll
Composer(s): Mark E Nevin, Kirsty Maccoll

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Lyric:
Your name froze on the winter air
An empty bench in Soho Square
Forgotten, now I turn away
Just save me for a rainy day
But don't be sorry, I don't want to hear it, baby

My feet froze in the winter chill
I knew I'd probably get ill
But I was praying we could fill an empty bench
And still you're so sorry, but I don't want your pity, baby

It's all yours now, please don't tease
The pigeons shiver in the naked trees
And I'll do anything but please don't hurt me
Just kiss me quick 'cos it's my birthday
And I feel so small I don't know why
But no I'm not too old to cry

An empty bench in Soho Square
If you'd have come you'd have found me there
But you never did 'cos you don't care
And I'm so sorry, baby

I don't mind loneliness too much
But when I met you I was touched
And that was good enough for me
But do we always have to be sorry
Why can't we just be happy, baby?

One day you'll be waiting there
No empty bench in Soho Square
And we'll dance around like we don't care
And I'll be much too old to cry
And you'll kiss me quick
In case I die before my birthday

One day you'll be waiting there
No empty bench in Soho Square
No, I don't know the reason why
I'll love you till the day I die

But one day you'll be waiting there
Come summertime in Soho Square
And I'll be painting stars up in the sky
Before I get too old to cry before my birthday
I hope I see those pigeons fly before my birthday
In Soho Square on my birthday

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Nostalgic Pushead - Lyrics - Gold Against The Soul - Manic Street Preachers

Title: Nostalgic Pushead
Album: Gold Against The Soul
Artist: Manic Street Preachers
Composer(s): James Dean Bradfield, Richard James Edwards, Nicky Jones, Sean Moore

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Lyric:
One, two, three, four
Five, six, seven, eight

I am the raping sunglass gaze
Of sweating man and escort agencies
60's Alienation the anthem of care
Now a knife constantly slashing eyelids

Slavery to the beat
Slavery to the chord
Slavery to the pleasure
Slavery to the God

Slavery to the beat
Slavery to the chord
Slavery to the pleasure
Slavery to the God

They dig the new scene and their parties
Where Stonehenge is worshiped and drugs a deity
Vicarious thrills rerun their youth
We follow, we have no voice, the dead

Radio nostalgia is radio death
I wanna cover diamonds on my wife
Hard rock nostalgia the Stones on CD
Tranquilized icons for the sweet paralyzed

Slavery to the beat
Slavery to the chord
Slavery to the pleasure
Slavery to the God

Slavery to the beat
Slavery to the chord
Slavery to the pleasure
Slavery to the God

So cool, the new sound of the decade
Thinks it's so fresh not a post Elvis still
All taste is nothing old pictures blow dried
Rebellion, it always sells at a profit

I am a face of fashion in Soho Square
My tie is Paul Smith or Gaultier
My cheeks blood red as my favorite port
But, hey, cocaine keeps cholesterol at bay

Slavery to the beat
Slavery to the chord
Slavery to the pleasure
Slavery to the God

Slavery to the beat
Slavery to the chord
Slavery to the pleasure
Slavery to the God, some God

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