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New Young Pony Club
New Young Pony Club




Альбом New Young Pony Club


Fantastic Playroom (09.07.2007)
09.07.2007
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Descend (iTunes bonus track)
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gasoline, lemonade in the latest cream
wash on wax off to a different scheme.
laminate your mind as though you need it
psycho killer says it makes your shadow seem grey.
why you late in this race
it's like delay over your face
it's like you made no way
it's like you made ok.

Chorus.
i'm gonna im gonna get free this time
i'm gonna im gonna give you all my love
i'm gonna get free this time
i'm gonna im gonna give you all my love
i'm gonna..... im gonna....im gonna give gonna give you all my love i'm gonna give gonna give u all my love
i'm gonna give im gonna give u all my love

i'm gonna hang around and watch when you get shot in flames
i'll let you wear my cape
recycle this if you're making the man
get a big red slap from his big white hands
recycle this if you're breaking the ban let your girlfriend do what your boyfriend can't

chorus.

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Its the sound - of revolution in the bedroom
but we know there's nothing doing because
we're hiding on the staircase
Its the sound - of them standing in the
kitchen and she says yeah you've been bitching and
he says yeah you're a bitch and...
Its the sound - of your floating inhibition when
you're standing in the kitchen and you know
there's something missing
Its the sound - of an emotional adventure
and she said it was forever and
he said it was forever - We say

Its the sound of confusianity, confusianity, ah ha (x2)

Its the sound - of revolution in the bedroom
but we know there's nothing doing because
we're hiding on the staircase
Its the sound - of them cursing their existence,
jungle drums beat in the bathroom,
separation's in the distance
Its the sound - of contention round at
our place, cos their shaking in the hallway,
and we know he's packed a suitcase
Its the sound - of you scoping next to
me and as they tear themselves apart
you say its better than t.v and I say...

Its the sound of confusianity, confusianity, ah ha (x4)

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah

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I can give you what you want.
I can make your heart beat short.
I can make you ice cream
We could be a sweet team
Melting in your vice dreams, sport.

I can be the sauce you crave.
I can spell what you can't say.
Chocolate flavor love theme
Treat the treats you so mean
Covering your nights and days.

Let me give you what you'd like.
I can make your mouth run dry.
Drink me like a liquor
C'mon and dip your dipper
Show me what you're here for, guy.

I can give you what u want.
i can make your back real taunt
Fantastic flavor fancies -
Sick like Syd and Nancy -
Wicked as a joyride jaunt.

What you want
I can give you what you want
What you want
I can give you what you want, you want
You want
I can give you what you want
What you want
You want
Whatcha whatcha want now

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you know you really where the bomb
atomic infamy
you really have to display information
to discover relativity
you know you really where the bomb
atomic infamy
you really have to display information
to discover relativity
you know fake and love and peace maker
come on take a moment with your enemy

ahaahaha don’t speak cause your mind is amazing
ahaahaha don’t speak cause your mind is amazing

and on the edge of all desire
back to spots in one
who took advantage and who was defenseless
ooh no peppermint girl´s not dumb
remember this emotional equation
don´t test the moment when you break the sun

ahaahaha don’t speak cause your mind is amazing
ahaahaha don’t speak cause your mind is amazing

dancing you are tearing it up you know
dancing you are tearing it up you know
dancing you are tearing it up you know
dancing you are tearing it up you know

don’t speak cause your mind is amazing
dancing you are tearing it up you know
dancing you are tearing it up
don’t speak cause your mind is amazing
dancing, dancing, dancing

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I want what you’ve got for me,
I want what you’re giving out
No romantic pedigree
Suck me in and spit me out

Soccer punch me with your love
I’m your mirror, I can be,
Read me like an open book
Tear my pages, set me free
yeah yeah yeah yeah

Consume the night
jerk me, jerk me up
Consume the night
jerk me, jerk me

I want what you’ve got for me,
I want what you’re giving out,
No romantic pedigree
(Consume me now)
Suck me in and spit me out

Paralyse me with your song
I can randomly repeat
This I learns been done too long
Mark your sordid X on me
yeah yeah yeah yeah

Consume the night
jerk me, jerk me up
Consume the night
jerk me, jerk me

Soccer punch me with your love
I’m your mirror, I can be,
Read me like an open book
Tear my pages, set me free
yeah yeah yeah yeah

Consume the night
jerk me, jerk me up
Consume the night
jerk me, jerk me

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Shiva canny boots and lipstick the get go
Potion in the eyes that lays off the old routine
Messing with the Fall, the eve game they could throw
See them how they shimmy, and shake
The merry-go-round a fake
The party forces awake
N,n,n,neverbees

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Pushing on the stereo mindbox that says no
Time for white knights in black suits to go home
Menace in the mall, the mouth organ hopeshow
Flicking off the stereotypes, and the neferiotypes
The candy sheriffs of hype and co, co, codemol

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, the Get Go (x4)

Shiva canny boots and lipstick the get go
Potion in the eyes that lays off the old routine
Messing with the Fall, the eve game they could throw
See them how they shimmy, and shake
The merry-go-round a fake
The party forces awake
N,n,n,neverbees

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, the Get Go (x4)

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, the Get Go (x4)

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You're darkest at midnight
What's as black as your insides
The dark is, the dark is, the dark is

Why you clawing at your insides
Where instinct is waiting
Why dya wanna wear it so tight
Why dya wanna wear it out

Chorus
I don't wanna, I don't wanna talk about it
I don't wanna, I don't wanna talk about it

You're starkest at midnight
Even your shadown is tongue-tied
You're talking, we're talking, no talking

Why you clawing at your insides
Where instinct is waiting
Why dya wanna wear it so tight
Why dya wanna wear it out

Chorus
I don't wanna, I don't wanna talk about it
I don't wanna, I don't wanna talk about it

I'm so sick of talking about it

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Oh, my swansong sounds like a remedy
Take your bad medicine
You can't catch me, no you can't catch me
Load me up
Sometimes it fits like I wanna see
But then these fits take a hold of me
And that noise sounds like a record but the record don't move me

It's alright as long as it's black or white
Except when it's grey
That's not my favourite colour

It's alright as long as it's black or white
Except when it's grey
That's not my favourite colour

Yeah

Hey, let's bake that ache like it's chemistry
You know that you can shake it
But your hands can't touch what your eyes won't see
Give it up
Just scratch that itch or you let it be
That burned out bliss but it won't relieve
That voice that howls for connection but connection don't soothe me

It's alright as long as it's black or white
Except when it's grey
That's not my favourite colour

It's alright as long as it's black or white
Except when it's grey
That's not my favourite colour

(Repeat to fade)

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I’m your F.A.N.

Aaaa
An era of information
Aaaohh
When no-one seems to know what’s going on
Close to you my aspiration
Turn me down for stage invasion
Misplace your faces
This close is just close enough

I’m your F.A.N.M.A.N. (x3)
I’m your M.A.N.
I’m your F.A.N.

Aaaa
Is all you want adoration
Aaaohh
The only word you long to hear now is love
Life’s a seesaw you’ve forgotten
How the top becomes the bottom
In time you’ll find out
This face is just phase enough

I’m your F.A.N.M.A.N. (x3)
I’m your M.A.N.
I’m your F.A.N.

You say that you need something
But really you need nothing
You’re really going crazy run (x2)

I’m your F.A.N.M.A.N. (x3)
You’re a M.A N.
I’m your F.A.N.

F.A.N.M.A.N.
I’m your F.A.N.M.A.N. (x2)
M.A N.
I’m your

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I want to fit?
I’ve got to get into it
Don’t make no sense
To hide behind anything
Oh how these precious thing
That time is wearing thin
I’d make a mould of me
To make a mockery
I’d make a mould of me
To make a mockery

Little little light (x2)
Little little light for all

Another scar
(Hey)
To emphasise who you are
A second skin
Label I might’ve been
Oh fill this loving cup
Might have to use it up
To take the half of me
Would wreck this imagery
To take the half of me
Would wreck this imagery

Little little light (x2)
Little little light for all
Ha ha ha ha ha
Little little light
Little little light for all
Ha ha ha ha ha

Are you one to fit?
I’ve got to get I’ve got to get into it
I’ve got to get I’ve got to get into it

Little little light for all
I’d like to get a little gone
Little little light for all
You’re not alone
I’d like to get a little gone
La La La
I want to fit
Little little light for all
You’re not alone
I’d like to get a little gone
La La La La

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