Альбом Catatonia

My name is Mary-Anne
But they all call me Frances
I saw the coast was clear
Do you mind me being near?
I’ve seen faces in high places
Messing up for good
Say what am I doing here,
What am I doing here?
What say you’re feeling meek
Saw the writing on the wall
Feel sad and blue
Paradise is close at hand
In images of elsewhere
I’ve seen faces in high places
Messing up big style
I log on for company
My ISP comforts me
Goodbye Godspeed
I can’t give you what you need
If I’ve sounded distant thus far
It’s cos I’m as lost as you are
Paradise is close at hand
In images of elsewhere
Goodbye Godspeed
I can’t give you what you need
If I’ve sounded distant thus far
It’s cos I’m as lost as you are
Goodbye Godspeed
I can’t give you what you need
If I’ve sounded distant thus far
It’s cos I’m as lost as you are

I’m gonna change my immediate circle of friends
I’m gonna run away and join the circus, oh yeah
They’ve been leading me around in circles
Round and round
I’m gonna change my immediate circle of friends
In my darkest hour of need
They all become make-believe
And they pretend that they are sleeping
I raise my game as the stakes stack higher, higher
You cry wolf like you’re the town crier, cry girl
The queen of clubs drinks in pubs on days off, over
Swills down dregs, drags on duck arsed cigarettes
In my darkest hour of need
They all become make-believe
And they pretend that they are sleeping
I’m gonna change my immediate circle of friends
I’m gonna run away and join the circus, oh yeah
I’ll be assistant to the blind knife thrower
Better that than being factory fodder order
In my darkest hour of need
They all become make-believe
And they pretend that they are sleeping

Go tell the captain
There’s no waters left to navigate
I sailed them all for you
Go tell the engine room
Stop stoking up the fire
We’re out of fuel
Doom looms large on my horizon
Mountain toxic river poison
Fools get votes in a democracy
We’ll build new ring roads
To go nowhere in particular
Now you’ve passed your Highway Code
And make new inroads
Into plundering the Earth for some new fuel
Doom looms large on my horizon
Mountain toxic river poison
Fools get votes in a democracy
Go ask the Government
You voted in on our trust
Where is our fuel?
Doom looms large on my horizon
Mountain toxic river poison
Fools get votes in a democracy
Fools get votes in a democracy

It’s what’s not there that makes
What’s there what it is
It’s what’s not there that makes
What’s there what it is
Seems like we’re quite in demand
More faint praise, well I’ll be damned
Ship’s run aground on the rocks
Not all that unorthodox
It’s what’s not there that makes
What’s there what it is
Fate cuts her cloth….
Ragged mean
You miss the ceremony
He sleeps, she wakes, then she tires
Leave us to our frying pan and fires
It’s what’s not there that makes
What’s there what it is
It’s sculpture, sculpture, feed me to the vultures
It’s what’s not there that makes
What’s there what it is

You always hear the shouts from my batallion
And send toy soldiers out to help me stand
And when I see you hide behind those curtain folds
I cross the room to turn the lights down low

On common ground we'll build our castle walls
We'll build them stone by stone, and how
With more and more you know it won't take long
Where it burned orange let it burn gold

I wouldn't like to learn a lesson every day
Good times, bad times, it's just a price to pay
But given half a chance at turning back the tide
I'll stay at home and keep my boys in line

On common ground we'll build our castle walls
We'll build them stone by stone, and how
And more and more you know it won't take long
Where it burned orange let it burn gold

And given half the chance to turn the hands of time
I'm always the bridesmade
Couldn't live with myself if I tried to be the bride

On common ground we'll build our castle walls
We'll build them stone by stone, and how
With more and more you know it won't take long
Where it burned orange let it burn gold

On common ground we'll build our castle walls
We'll build them stone by stone, and how
With more and more you know it won't take long
Where it burned orange let it burn gold

On common ground we'll build our castle walls
We'll build them stone by stone, and how
With more and more you know it won't take long
Where it burned orange let it burn gold

Did you find that some
Autumn day
Your life was in disarray
Forlorn for good?
Did you do what your parents done?
Find some mad equilibrium
Now I can say honestly
You’re a masculine travesty
For-warned is for-armed
Your purple patch came and went
All those love letters never sent
He was the mother of misogyny, mother of
Mother of m-i-s-o-g-y-n-y, misogyny
Mother of, mother of misogyny, misogyny
You’re so much a part of me
It’s life’s greatest tragedy
Unarmed and undone
Still you do what you always done
Find some mild equilibrium
He was the mother of misogyny, mother of
Mother of m-i-s-o-g-y-n-y, misogyny
Mother of, mother of misogyny, misogyny

She takes her happy pills
They make her happy
Is everybody here on drugs?
Mad cows like bumble bees
With chemistry degrees
Is everybody here on drugs?
Here on drugs?
Here on drugs?
The Uberlords did stop the flow
No snow, no show, bad scene
The Uberlords when they see fit
Will give our lives no meaning
Spin doctor aim for free
Lest we speak honestly
Is everybody here on drugs?
Here on drugs
Here on drugs
The Uberlords did stop the flow
No snow, no show, bad scene
Uppers, downers you don’t hang around us
We’ll give our lives no meaning
Don’t need your poison,
Me I’ll dig the melancholy
Is everybody here…….
Uppers, downers you don’t hang around us
We’ll give our lives new meaning

Both born of lust and deceit
We are lovers who will never meet
Once fate put us in the same room
When you knew not of me, nor I of you
Something inside dies
And we don’t stand up to scrutiny
But we spin by and by the by
A great pain finds numb haven, humdrum
And we spin by and by the by
Something inside dies
Me and my imaginary friend
Have been going round the bend for some time now,
For some time now
And me and Timmy Turd
Are having trouble being heard
Through the background hum
Above the background hum
Me and Barry C
Are going down to Connah’s Quay
For all your Telecaster dreams
A Telecaster’s all you need
Me and my imaginary friend
Have been going round the bend for some time now,
For some time now
And me and Timmy Turd
Are having trouble being heard
Through the background hum
Above the background hum
Me and Barry C
Are going down to Connah’s Quay
For all your Telecaster dreams
A Telecaster’s all you need
Something inside dies

From London to Lisbon
And all points between
Find people to lean on
And one man to please
We all need someone
We all need something
We all need…..
I’m lustless, lifeless
The scent of my skin
It means nothing without you
That’s where it begins
We all need someone
We all need something
We all need….. we all need….
Get out for your sakes
Do you want it?
No promises are spoken
Take it or leave it, do you like it?
And no man’s heart gets broken
One day to another
I’m head over heels
One room to another
It sets the same scene
We all need someone
We all need something
We all need….. we all need….
Every man for himself
Just for a little while
Every man for himself
Just for a short while
You could came around
We could fool around and get down
It’s the way it could be
Oh, from London to Lisbon
I’m head over heels
Take it or leave it
Just come as you please
We all need
Someone, somewhere, somehow

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For those who won’t
And never will
Song sounds blue
No-one at home
And time to kill
Song for the beautiful loser
She would hide at the park
And ride glued up to the grills
High tar cigarettes and sex
An appetite for pills
She’s a shell of her former self
Bad natured left on the shelf
And the honeymoon’s wearing thin
It’s a sign of the state we’re in
A stolen heart
Broken apart
Song for the beautiful loser
Sweet sixteen
A kiss too far
Song sounds blue
She was glad when her dad
Got locked out for good
Teaching her love by lashing out
With anything he could
She’s a shell of her former self
Bad natured left on the shelf
And the honeymoon’s wearing thin
It’s a sign of the state we’re in
She would hide at the park
And ride glued up to the grills
Cigarettes and easy sex
On a belly full of pills
She’s a shell of her former self
Bad natured left on the shelf
And the honeymoon’s wearing thin
It’s a sign of the state we’re in
Song for the beautiful loser
Song sounds blue

I do think that you could be
Anything that you want to be
It’s easy, easy when you say that time will tell
It don’t mean the last orders bell is ringing, ringing
And there’s always plenty more G&T in the sea
You keep playing the same tired old blues songs
Over the same tired old blues chords
Put those songs to sleep
They don’t make me weep anymore
Your empty glass ain’t no crystal ball
It can’t tell you what the future’s bringing,
And there’s always plenty more G&T in the sea
Bringing it’s bank holiday mundane
Medazalan may help to stop that stinging, stinging
And there’s always plenty more G&T in the sea
You keep playing the same tired old blues songs
Over the same tired old blues chords
Put those songs to sleep
They don’t make me weep anymore
And let it begin again, let it begin again
With a hearty meal and a map to read
Oh, life’s been good to me
So keep playing those same old blues songs
You keep playing the same tired old blues songs
Over the same tired old blues chords
Put those songs to sleep
They don’t make me weep anymore
They don’t make me weep anymore

I found me a pulse
I found me a pulse
And I came to the screaming city, baby
I found me a pulse
I bought me some clothes
I bought me some clothes
And I played in the screaming city, baby
I got given clothes
We’re village idiots
And words tie us up in knots
But it’s OK
I lost me some clothes
And my GP upped my dose
I crave acclaim not your simpering pity maybe
I won’t give up the ghost
I’ll be the hostess with the most
And I won’t give up my post
I come alive in the screaming city, baby
And I won’t give up the ghost
But we’re village idiots
And the party never stops
But it’s OK
Cos to struggle would be meaningless
We are what we are
Everyone one of us
You love those disco thrills
Oh you love those disco thrills
Oh you really take the biscuit, baby
You love those disco thrills
But we’re village idiots
And the party never stops
But it’s OK
Cos to struggle would be meaningless
We are what we are
Everyone one of us
But it’s OK
But it’s alright
But it’s OK

I never feared the rain
Until you turned to me
And said you’d failed again
It makes a perfect day so lame
And leads us halfway to nowhere
So the players have changed
Soon we’ll memorise the names
But somehow something’s never quite the same
Still we stick a claim, you can count us in again

And everyone’s a winner baby
Hedge your bets, get set and maybe
We could be the first to cross the line
Get up, get set, get ready
Get high, get low, get even
Cos we’re living in inimitable style
Chasing the ultimate prize

You’d make a fine millionaire
It’s only natural to celebrate
But someone’s got to be there to pay
And we never get there
So take some time on our own
We burn enough alone
Close but still not fully grown
Pulling marrow from a bone
But there’s no turning back
So count us in again

And everyone’s a winner baby
Hedge your bets, get set and maybe
We could be the first to cross the line
Everyone’s a winner baby
Everyone’s a winner baby

Going back to the old house
The Marigolds just go to show
That some of us should never have left home
But see I’m still counting
Another flash in the pan
A cheap and instant forming tan
It seems to grow on me
Taking inches from a mile
But I’m all for throwing it on the line

And everyone’s a winner baby
Hedge your bets, get set and maybe
We could be the first to cross the line
Get up, get set, get ready
Get high, get low, get even
Cos we’re living in inimitable style
Chasing the ultimate prize

And everyone’s a winner baby (baby)
Oh everyone’s a winner baby
Everyone’s a winner baby (baby)