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14.11.2006 |
1. | The Loss Adjuster (Excerpt 1) (instrumental) |
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12. | The Loss Adjuster (Excerpt 2) (instrumental) |
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The Loss Adjuster (Excerpt 1) |
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Well, you can stay all night if you want to
You can hang out with all of his friends
You can go and meet his mother and father
Hmm, you better make sure that's where it ends
'Cause baby, there's one thing that you gotta know:
Let him read your palm and guess your sign
Let him take you home and treat you fine
But baby -
Don't let him waste your time
Don't let him waste your time
'Cause the years fly by in an instant
And you wonder what he's waiting for
Oh, then some skinny bitch walks by in some hot pants
And he's a-running out the door
So remember that one thing that you gotta know:
Let him read your palm and guess your sign
Let him take you home and treat you so fine
But baby -
Don't let him waste your time
Don't let him waste your time
You ain't getting no younger
And you've got nothing to show
So tell him that it's now or never
And then -
Go go go go go
He can have his space
Yeah, he can take his time
Now he can kiss you where the sun don't shine
Oh baby -
Don't let him waste your time
Don't let him waste your time
Don't let him waste your time
Don't let him waste your time
Don't let him waste your time
No, don't let him waste your time
No, don't let him waste your time
No, don't let him waste your time
No, don't let him waste your time
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I woke up in the morning
and all the bells were ringing
My eyes could see the glory
Baby
Could hear the song they're singing
You only get to see the light
just one time in your life
Oh, black magic
that blows your mind away
and takes you somewhere that you wanna stay
You only get to stay one day
Oh, that cold black magic
Is there anything more wretched
than to just have caught one sight?
The eyes that saw the glory have been
have been blinded by the light
And it's the true believers that crash and burn
But there ain't no way I'm ever gonna learn
Black magic
that blows your mind away
and takes you somewhere that you wanna stay
Oh, you only get to stay one day
Oh, that cold black magic
Ow
We can't escape; we're born to die
But I'm gonna give it a real good try
because nothing comes close and nothing can compare
to black magic
Yeah yeah yeah
Black magic
Yeah yeah yeah
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This morning it was summer
By noon a cold front building
Where did you go?
Where did you go?
I got to find some shelter
'Cos any minute now
it's gonna blow
It's gonna blow
But I don't mind the rain
So strike me once again:
I've got nothing to lose
And it looks like we are in for stormy weather
with death and destruction coming through
Oh, look out there she blows
Now everybody knows:
Stormy weather always makes me think of you
And watch out 'cos the storm is coming through
But you're so still and silent
Whilst everything's dissolving
Melting away, melting away
But I don't mind the rain
So strike me once again
I got nothing to lose
Yeah, it looks like we are in for stormy weather
with death and destruction coming through
Oh, look out there she blows
Now everybody knows:
Stormy weather always makes me think of you
Oh and it looks like we are in for stormy weather
with death and destruction coming through
Oh, look out there she blows
Now everybody knows:
Stormy weather always makes me think of you
And watch out 'cos this storm is coming through
Yeah, watch out 'cos the storm is coming through
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Build yourself a castle
Keep your family safe from harm
Get into classical music
Raise rabbits on a farm
Log on in the night time
Drink a half-bottle of wine
Buy a couple of records
Look at naked girls from time to time
And people tell me
what a real nice guy you are
So come on, serenade me
on your acoustic guitar
And don't believe me
if I claim to be your friend
'cos given half the chance
I know that I will kill again
I will kill again
And wouldn't it be nice
for all the world to live in peace?
And no-one gets ill or ever dies
or dies of boredom at the very least
And people tell me
what a real nice guy you are
So come on, serenade me
on your acoustic guitar
And don't believe me
if I claim to be your friend
'cos given half the chance
I know that I will kill again
I will kill again
I will kill again
I will kill again
I will kill again
I will kill again
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Outside there's children laughing
The radio plays my favourite song
The sun is shinning
Oh and peace broke out in the world
And no-one says a cruel word
And peace is the sweetest sound I've ever heard
And baby's coming back to me
Yeah, baby's coming back to me
Yeah, baby's coming back to me
Yeah, baby's coming home
She was just sleeping somewhere
Now she's come back to hold my hand
And we go walking
And the years have all melted away
Yeah I remember you like yesterday
And the summer's here so say goodbye to rain
And baby's coming back to me
Yeah, baby's coming back to me
Yeah, baby's coming back to me
Yeah, baby's coming home
I feel like I am surely dreaming
How can things oh-so-quickly change?
Well, it's strange but true
I'm telling you truthfully, see:
That baby's coming back to me
Yeah, baby's coming back to me
Yeah, baby's coming back to me
Yeah, baby's coming home
Oh, baby's coming back to me
Yeah, baby's coming back to me
Yeah, baby's coming back to me
My baby's coming home
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Last night I had a little altercation
They wobbled menacingly
Beneath the yellow street light it became a situation
Well, they wanted my brand-new phone with all the pictures of the kids and the wife
A struggle ensued and then fat children took my life
Fat children took my life
Fat children took my life
Fat children took my life
Well, some passers-by took me to the station
The police force was elsewhere,
putting bullets in some guy's head for no particular reason
So I died in the back of the cab
but I'll be back to haunt them
This thing does not end here
My spirit walks the streets of Tottenham
Singing:
Fat children took my life
Fat children took my life
Fat children took my life
Oh, the parents are the problem
Giving birth to maggots without the sense to become flies
So pander to your pampered little princess
of such enormous size
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"They want our way of life"
Well, they can take mine any time they like
'Cos god knows - I know I ain't living right:
I'm wrong
Oh, I know I'm so wrong
So like the Roman Empire fell away
Let me tell you; we are going the same way
Ah, behold the Decline and Fall
All hold hands with our backs to the wall
It's the end:
Why don't you admit it?
It's the same from Auschwitz to Ipswich
Evil comes
I know from not where
But if you take a look inside yourself -
maybe you'll find some in there
Not one single soul was saved
I was ordering an Indian takeaway
I was spared whilst others went to an early grave
Oh, got stoned
Yeah, went out and got stoned
Well if your ancestors could see you standing there
They would gaze in wonder at your Frigidaire
They had to fight just to survive
So can't you do something with your life?
It's the end:
Why don't you admit it?
It's the same from Auschwitz to Ipswich
Evil comes
I know from not where
But if you take a look inside yourself -
maybe you'll find some in there
Here it comes, why don't you embrace it?
You lack the guts needed to face it
Say goodbye to the way you've been living
You never realised you were on the wrong side
And nobody's going to win
"They want our way of life"
Well, they can take mine any time they like
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How come they're called adult movies
when the only thing they show
is people making babies
filmed up close?
I'm feeling so much better
since I learned to avert my eyes:
Now it's Disney time
Not in front of the children
Fill their head with dreams
And hope to be like Bambi's mother
and die off-screen
So you can tell your children
that everything's gonna be just fine
Here in Disney time
At Easter and Christmas
they granted us a view
of a world so much better
than the one we knew
Everyone can share the magic
for 30 minutes at a time
Oh
Here in Disney time
Oh oh oh
Here in Disney time
Oh oh oh
Here in Disney time
Oh oh oh
Here in Disney time
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It all starts tonight
Tonight's the night I guess
So let's go take some drugs
And let's go have some sex
The first time it's alright
The future starts tonight
And you cannot make everything alright
But you could stop being wrong
Tonight
Tonight
And someone's getting born
And someone's getting killed
Somebody falls in love
Somebody falls from a window sill
But you - you just sit tight
Hiding out from life
Oh and you cannot set the world to rights
But you could stop being wrong
Oh tonight
Yeah tonight
Well, the past devours the future
The world is changing the shape
And someone's getting a piercing done for goodness sake!
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight
Yeah tonight
Oh and all the culture vultures
And all the snot-nosed kids
And all the so-called artists, wannabes and never-dids
You claim you're not involved
but you're in up to your neck
The night belongs to lovers
so show some respect
Oh and you cannot set the world to rights
But you could stop being wrong
Oh tonight
Oh tonight
Oh tonight
Oh tonight
Oh tonight
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She's by herself again
in the quiet secret night
Below the neighbour's window
Hands in pockets; head on one side
And the radio plays an unknown song
that has nothing at all to do with God
But it's miles away from this sad town
And the stupid kids who get her down
Just wait until Big Julie rules the world
Big Julie rules the world
Well, the radio still plays:
Floating beyond time
Like the greatest people in the world
All springing up and feeling fine
And it's far away from these sweaty lads
who say that boys cannot be slags
And if it's not them then it's their dads
Like the guy who felt her up in class
And Sunday school teacher who said she had beautiful breasts
And the local radio DJ who is so obviously obsessed
Yeah, form an orderly queue when Big Julie rules the world
Big Julie rules the world
Yeah, go and chase your dreams
But if your dreams are not your own
then wouldn't it be better
just to work things out at home?
And she knows sex is just for dummies anyway
Something you do when you've run out of things to say
But this song will play until the light
It's the sound of her trying to find something to like
The sound of her walking day and night
And this song may lead her far away
But tonight it seems to light the way
And she can almost see the future shine
And everything's in tune and everything's in time
It will play until the day Big Julie rules the world
Big Julie rules the world
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The Loss Adjuster (Excerpt 2) |
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Last night I slipped through time to a parallel dimension
You were alive and happy
Our children played in trees
were strong and wise
and knew no fear
We watched them play together
Somewhere everyone is happy
Somewhere fish do not have bones
Somewhere gravity cannot reach us any more
Somewhere you are not alone
This morning, when I awoke
God was dead but I lived on
I cannot move
but I am free
I found the source of gravity
Somewhere everyone is happy
Somewhere fish do not have bones
Somewhere gravity cannot reach us any more
Somewhere you are not alone
Somewhere in a parallel dimension
Happening now but not within your sight
The force that binds the universe together
Everything is gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright
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Well did you hear, there's a natural order?
Those most deserving will end up with the most
That the cream cannot help but always rise up to the top
Well I say...shit floats
If you thought things had changed
Friend, you'd better think again
Bluntly put, in the fewest of words:
Cunts are still running the world
Cunts are still running the world
Now the working classes are obsolete
They are surplus to society's needs
So let 'em all kill each other
And get it made overseas.
That's the word, don't you know?
From the guys that's running the show
Let's be perfectly clear boys and girls:
Oh, cunts are still running the world
Cunts are still running the world
Ah, yeah!
Oh, feed your children on crayfish and lobster tails,
Find a school near the top of the league
In theory, I respect your right to exist
I will kill you if you move in next to me
Ah, it stinks, it sucks, it's anthropologically unjust
Oh, but the takings are up by a third,
Oh, so cunts are still running the world
Cunts are still running the world
Cunts are still running the world
Cunts are still running the world
The free market is perfectly natural
Or do you think that I'm some kind of dummy?
It's the ideal way to order the world
Fuck the morals - does it make any money?
And if you don't like it, then leave
Or use your right to protest on the street
Yeah, use your right, but don't imagine that it's heard
No, not whilst cunts are still running the world
Cunts are still running the world...
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