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Del Amitri




Альбом Del Amitri


Can You Do Me Good? (2002)
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Does your appetite for novelty still burn?
And do you pick a fight just to feel the heat of his concern?
Do you still misbehave, then beg for his reprieve?
And do you love to feel his needy hands pulling at your sleeve?

Don't you always fall in love again
Just before you leave?
Don't you always fall in love again
Just before you leave?

Do you still storm away? Do you slap him just to see
If he hits you back or backs away, or panics just like me?

Don't you always fall in love again
Just before you leave?
Don't you always fall in love again
Just before you leave?

Don't you cry
'Cos you know that's the one thing he hates
Don't you try
To bend him until he breaks
Like you broke me

Do you still turn in a second into stone?
And do you pepper him with petty threats of letting him alone?

Don't you always fall in love again
Just before you leave?
Don't you always fall in love again
Just before you leave?

. . .


I've got cash and prizes more than a man could dream
I've got a hundred houses, some that I've never seen
I've got walls of paintings high as the Hoover Dam
I've got cash and prizes, but I don't know who I am

I've got a thousand people act on my every word
Point at the sky above me, and I own every bird
I've got a wife who holds me in her diamond-studded hands
I've got cash and prizes, but I don't know who I am

I've got buildings, I've got planes

That light the skyline with my name
I am everywhere but here
A colossus on the index, but touch the cancel key and I just disappear

I've got cash and prizes 'cause I've got the stuff it takes
I've got a Rolls-Royce running just 'cause I love the sound it makes

But cash and prizes I guess is all that they can see

. . .


Pat is the guy with the record shop
And John sells fruit but wants to be a cop
And Paul deals speed in a Celtic top
But I'm just a drunk in a band.

Jo does tele-sales and martial arts
And Gill pushes patients round the public parks
And Nancy makes sculptures out of hoover parts
But I'm just a drunk in a band.

Danny puts the cones on the motorway
And Donna dances tables in her lingerie
And Gerry, Dave and Billy, man, they're puttin' on a play
But I'm just a drunk in a band.

I could be a soldier, I could drive a van,
Guide rivers of pain into little red cans
Walk rich men's dogs, bring 747s into land
But I'm just a drunk in a band.

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One more last hurrah
One more fearless stand at some nightclub bar

One more last hurrah
Gonna kiss our friends and then crash our cars
Crash our cars

One more last hurrah
Before we knuckle down and button up
and figure out that fading out's the statement we've been looking for
The state that we've been looking for

Hold on, I wanna say,
"My life looks okay"
Okay

One more last hurrah
Whatever else is waiting for us one last waste of time is all we're asking for
All we're asking for

One more last hurrah
One more chance to forget who our enemies are

Hold on, I wanna say,
"My life looks okay"
"My life looks okay"
Okay

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I've been drinking all through summer
I guess I've had a laugh
I've had every kind of fun I could have had

Looking at my crowd tonight
There's a sober kind of sparkle in their eyes
That I don't like

'Cause everybody knows she ain't coming back
The buttons on my clothes are as plain to see as that

I'm a man of reputation in this rocker's town
I have lived it up so long I'll never live it down
Every back room bet I've made
Every all night thrill room-service bill I've paid
Looks cheap today

'Cause everybody knows she ain't coming back
The buttons on my clothes are as plain to see as that

I took a chemical vacation in my head
But now I'm back here at the station with a trunk of regret

Thought I found myself a frequency beyond her voice
But the memories keep breaking through the noise
So brother, send a ship for me before I wash upon the shore of clarity
I can see

That everybody knows she ain't coming back
The buttons on my clothes are as plain to see as that

Yeah, everwhere I go, there are ghosts of what I had
Like the buttons on my clothes, they are everywhere I'm at

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Who's gonna call you up every single day?
Who's gonna hold you hard when stuff gets ugly?

Cause baby if you wanna find someone
As big as a door that fits in your palm
A wall of support as small as a gun
Can't you see?
Baby it's me

Who's gonna miss you just cause you leave the room?
Who's gonna kiss your brow when your dreaming haunts you?

Cause baby if you wanna find someone
With all that they need but nothing they want
Full of themselves but with a hole where you aren't
Can't you see?
Baby it's me

Baby it's me

Living in the lining
Where your coins are chiming
When we drive at night it's my eyes you're shining

Who's gonna call you up every single day?
Can't you see
Baby it's me

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Eyes like a slash across her face
Lips I'd kill a man to taste
Whatever this stuff is, I'm buying
Whatever it does, I'll do it 'til I'm dying

I can't wash her away
It's getting under my skin
I can't wash her away
I can feel her closing in

Hands like a carnival of queens
Hair like a heart attack of dreams
A voice so soft you could cut it with a kiss
Screams so small you could hold them in your fist
Little white fingertips running up your back
Little needling scores where her nails leave a track

I can't wash her away
She's living in my skin
I can't seem to wash her away
I can feel her closing in

Eyes like a slash across her face
Lips so damn sweet you'd cut your tonuge out for a taste
Whatever this stuff is, I'm buying
If she's nothing but a coffin least she's good enough to die in
She's a ballroom full of dancing chairs
She's a child in disguise hiding bullets in her hair
A voice so soft you could cut it with a kiss
Screams so small you could hold them in your fist
Every one night stand is a six week stretch
Craving her arms twisted up around your neck
Skin so white, a heart so pure
If you opeden up her veins you'd see the light run through her

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I can't look into the future, but I can't cheat the past
I will wipe away my memory, I will find freedom at last
I will walk away from everything that I used to want so bad
I can't look into the future, but the future is the only thing I have
The only thing I have

I am standing on the pavement, I am staring at a sign
A cheaper flight to paradise I am told I'll never find
There are cameras on the rooftops, there are crazies on the green
I will jump a plane to any place far enough away to get me out of who I've been
Get me out of who I've been

I have shaken, never bitten, every hand that ever hit me
Time has taken what it wanted, now I'm gonna get my victory
With my last cheap shot at the dream

I can't look into the future, but I can't cheat the past
I will wipe away my memory, I will find freedom at last

I can't look into the future, but I know I don't wanna see
Another day in Hell with all the mediocrities
I will walk away from everything that the world wants me to do
I can't look into the future, but the future's where I'm walking to
I'm walking to

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You hold the key to whether we will ever last
I know I can't forever hide behind this mask
'Cause everytime I fall in love, out falls the past

You'll hear my reputation anywhere you ask
They'll say I'm always chasing, so the die is cast
'Cause everytime I fall in love, out falls the past

Everytime I find somebody, the whispering begins
About how I change my women like traffic switches lanes
But girl, believe me, I'm the one that's changed

Back then, the girls, I guess, I kissed and got out fast
But that's all you need to know then girl, you should have asked
Everytime I fall in love, out falls the past

Everytime I find somebody, the whispering begins
About how I change my women like traffic switches lanes
But girl, believe me, I'm the one that's changed

You hold the key to whether we will ever last
But I hold when we're together; I ain't ever held on another so fast
'Cause everytime I fall in love, out falls the past

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She's passing this way
And if you're looking for love, she'll give it away
Yeah, we've all drunk from that cup
You'll be hooked within minutes of tasting a drop

'Cause she is something, that is true
But just a kiss, my friend, you're through
'Cause when she walks and leaves you blue
You'll look like the junkies standing here in front of you

But hey, you should follow your heart
Maybe she won't desire for just pulling apart
And I don't care if she does
Once she's got you in deeper, there'll be one more of us

'Cause she is something, that is true
But just a kiss, my friend, you're through
'Cause when she walks and leaves you blue
You'll look like the junkies standing here in front of you

. . .


Jesus saves, saves little children in distress
Jesus saves, he saves the sick, the penniless
Jesus saves, he saves the dying in their beds
Jesus saves, he saves the drowning, saves the wrecks
Jesus saves, he saves the pure and leaves the rest

Jesus saves, he saves the homeless on the streets
Jesus saves, saves the afflicted, saves the meek
Jesus saves, he saves the hungry, saves the weak
Jesus saves, saves every soul that he can reach
Jesus saves, he saves the useful, leaves the obsolete

Jesus loves, he loves the underdog, he does
Jesus loves downtrodden sinners just like us
Jesus loves, he loves to hear the sound of pain
Just because, well he can't save you if you ain't one of us
The damned, the blind, the deaf, the never-walk-again

Jesus gives to the lame, he gives their limps
Jesus gives to the prostitues, their pimps
Jesus gives, gives us the crackhead's crying wince
Jesus gives, he gives the derelicts their drinks
Jesus gives, so he can watch the swamp of people squirm and sink

'Cause Jesus craves, he craves the brotherhood of man
Jesus craves the bony gripping of its hands
Jesus craves, he craves the cross, he craves the nails
Jesus craves, he craves the pain the mortal feels
Jesus craves all the cruelty that ever made him real

Jesus saves, saves every sinner you can see
Jesus saves, saves even amateurs like me
Jesus saves, saves men of evil, men of greed
Jesus saves, saves you from thinking, just believe
That Jesus saves, and you can lemming-like go walking, to the
Cliffs of eternity

. . .


Look at me, I'm the one who got away, the one who could've shone
I tried to do my best, but I guess your best don't last for long

Look at me, standing with my tattered pride of toothless little lions
We try to make a difference, do something no one else had tried

But if you see me walking and you're wondering why
Well it's just the business of life
If you're not getting lucky, you're just getting by

Look at me, is it written on my face, the luxuries I've known?
Am I a foreign presence, someplace that used to be my home?

So if you see me walking, just a regular guy
Well it's just the business of life
If you're not getting lucky, you're just getting by

And in that weightlessness that comes with good luck
The one thing you don't expect is feeling the drop

Look at me, I'm the one who got away, and then came crawling back
I try to do my best, but I guess I never had the knack

So if you see me walking, and you're wondering why
Well it's just the business of life
If you're not getting lucky, you're just getting by

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