Music World
 
Исполнители:
 
 
 
English versionSwitch to English 
The Bluetones
The Bluetones


Информация
Откуда Hounslow, London, England
Жанры Alternative Rock
Indie Rock
Britpop
Годы 1993—2011
Сайт Website
Состав
Mark Morriss
Adam Devlin
Scott Morriss
Eds Chesters
Бывшие участники
Richard Payne



Альбом The Bluetones


Are You Blind? (2000)
2000
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
8.
9.
10.
11.
. . .



Sleep clouds disperse and settle on my bed
Leave my eyes but cling like cobwebs to my head
Its like the book I never read oh the dust inside my head

(chorus)
Can't be bought
And you can keep tommorow
Can't be saved
There ain't no flies on me
Can't be caught
The plague that ate your soul can keep away from me

Down the evening rain falls
Waltzing round my feet
Paints reflections of the houses on my street
Drawn out as the night draws in
By the sound of laughing
The smell of sin

(chorus)

Smile again for me
As if you're going to say
'Nothing could have done all this
And then gone away'
I may have just saved my life
On a childish whim
Or a pretty rhyme

(chorus)
x2


. . .



When I am sad and weary
When all my hope is gone
And i can't put my finger on the time things first went wrong
I have a little secret I like to tell myself
And until now i haven't told anybody else
You may not see things my way
Like my methods or my reasons
But you can't tell me that i'm wrong

(chorus)
Theres no heart you can't melt with a certain little smile
No challenge should be faced without a little charm and a lot of style
So don't put your faith in time She heals but doesn't change
And only a fool wont take the chance to stay the same

When I am sad and weary
When all my hope is gone
I walk around my house and think of you woth nothing on
I have a list of things I go over in my mind
When i can just sit right back and watch the world unwind
You may not see things my way
I don't care cos im not asking
But you can't tell me that i'm wrong
(chorus)X2


. . .



Where did you go?
When things went wrong for you?
When the knives came out for you?
Where did you go?
All you needed was a friend.
You just had to ask and then...

You don't have to have the solution, you've got to understand the problem.
And don't go hoping for a miracle.
All this will fade away.
So I'm coming home.
I'm coming home.

What did you learn?
Locked away all on your own, chance and your head all blown.
What did you learn?
It was unfortunate.
You missed your chance to find out that:

You don't have to have the solution, you've got to understand the problem.
And don't go hoping for a miracle.
All this will fade away.
So I'm coming home.
I'm coming home.

You don't have to have the solution, you've got to understand the problem.
And don't go hoping for a miracle, yeah.
All this will fade away.
So I'm coming home.
I'm coming home.
I'm coming home.

But just for a short while.


. . .



Seems like your'e always a million miles away
As far as I'm concerned thats where you can stay
But all the time I'm reminded

(chorus)
And all the time you remind me
Of blitz-kreig and the doodle bug
Salt upon a bubbling slug
You say I can talk to you anytime
Though I just wanna cut some rug
Turn yourself away and shrug
And say I can talk to you anytime
Anytime

Used to be a time we had a lot in common
Now as far as i can see you got some thing coming yeah
And all the time your'e behind me

(chorus)

Easy living in a bubble
And no complication or trouble
But its hard to have responsibility
And judging by you a personality

(chorus)


. . .



Tonight I'm wound tighter than a watch spring.
Tonight you owe my patience quite a debt.
Tonight we're not gonna solve anything.
I might say something that we both regret.

And now the pressure's on, the heat is rising.
The time has come to stop apologising.
'Cause when the skies go clear, the threat of rain is always here with you.

Tonight the geese are flying.
And everything you say is a call to arms.
Tonight there's something in the air.
Don't come too close and you'll come to no harm.

And now the pressure's on, the heat is rising.
The time has come to stop apologising.
'Cause when the skies go clear, the threat of rain is always here with you.
With you.
With you.
With you.

And now the pressure's on, the heat is rising.
The time has come to stop apologising.
With all that's gone before, my motive's never felt so pure.
And now my heart's beset with eighteen carot gold regrets.
'Cause when the skies go clear, the threat of rain is always here with you.


. . .



Monday
Count all the teeth in my head
Tuesday
Anointed by a man in a dress
It's more than just a question of time
It's more a question of
Reason and rhyme

Wednesday
Got hiched just like a good boy should
Thursday
And Friday didn't feel so good
On Saturday I said my goodbyes
On Sunday I'm food
For the worms and the flies

Pack up your troubles now take
All you can carry
On your way
Your way
Just remember this time you know you've only got seven days

It's more than just a question of time
It's more a question of
Reason and rhyme

Pack up your troubles now take
All you can carry
On your way
Your way
Just remember this time you know you've only got seven days


. . .



If you get out before September, remember that I'm still inside, but I'm dry, I'm dry.
And you, when you try to make a difference, you're so different.
And then I try, and just die, I die.

You know that I need you more than I want ya, but I want ya for all time.
So I'm, I guess on the line.
It's all that I can do to sing these stupid songs to you.
I give up half my time just trying to think up words that rhyme.
I ain't getting any younger, but you wouldn't know.
So it's on with the show.

Sometimes a smoke a drink and a ponder can work wonders when you're down.
Takes your frown, turns it round, around.
And you when you try to make a difference, you're no different than when I try, and just die, I die.

And now that your day-dream is forgotten and forgiven, and the world has been saved, be brave.
It's all that I can do to sing these stupid songs to you.
I give up half my time just trying to think up words that rhyme.
I ain't getting any younger, but you wouldn't know.
'Cause I walk in shadow.
And I never ever really show my face.
But I'm only ever seen in the right place.


. . .



I know it's getting late.
But if you'd like to talk a little more.
Well that's alright with me.
I'm feeling kinda tired.
But it ain't exactly beating down my door.
Now just why could this be?

And I know I shouldn't say.
But you've been acting strange the last few days.
And this has made me think.
Your pills have cost too much.
And you can't feel them working any more.
So pour them down the sink.
And listen to me.

All you've gotta do is baby kick off your shoes and lay down.
Climb up here with me and let's forget about sleep, and lay down.

Why hide your face from me?
Why turn away?
All I wanna do is pull you closer and say:
I'm feeling kinda tired.
But it ain't exactly beating down my door.
Now just why could this be?
Will you listen to me?

All you've gotta do is baby kick off your shoes and lay down.
Climb up here with me and let's forget about sleep, just lay down with me.
Lay down next to me.
Lay down with me.

I know I shouldn't say.
But you've been acting strange the last few days.
And this has made me think, you know it got me thinking.
Your pills have cost too much.
And you can't feel them working any more.
So pour them all right down the sink.


. . .



Can I stay at your house?
I'll sleep on the floor.
My home is a war-zone, I've no stomach for more.
You can't hold a candle to what I saw today.
More than I can handle, so I'm running away.

Home fires burn, scorching a hole through me.
And I am welcome no more.

It's the harrowing story of one man's mistakes.
And the names have been left out for the innocents' sake.
That man who would save us from the hurt the world brings, neglected to mention who would save us from him.

And those home fires burn, scorching a hole through me.
It's like the third degree.
And I am welcome no more.

Now I've no one to turn to.
I guess I'm at my wits end.
I'm beginning to learn who are really my friends.

And those home fires burn, scorching a hole through me.
And I am welcome no more.
Home fires burn, scorching a hole through me.
It's like the third degree.
And I am welcome no more.


. . .


I love your bodywork and,
Your flashy pop-up lights,
The way you hug the corners,
However fast and tight,
She comes in 16 colours,
She'll suck your money dry,
Gives shitty mileage,
But come on lets get inside.

I love your slinky spoilers,
They really speak to me,
State of the art sound system,
Leather upholstery,
She purrs just like a kitten,
She seems to throb with pride,
Gives you the feeling,
You've been taken for a ride.

Pay no attention to the signs,
No stopping any time,
Come park that chassis next to mine,
You know, I'm on a double yellow line.

I love your bodywork and,
Your flashy pop-up lights,
The way you hug the corners,
However fast and tight,
She comes in 16 colours,
She'll suck your money dry,
Gives shitty mileage,
But come on lets get inside.

Pay no attention to the sign,
No stopping any time,
Come park that chassis next to mine,
You know, I'm on a double yellow line,
Ba ba da ba ba da ba ba bah.

I like to burn some rubber,
I like to feel the steel,
I like to put my foot down,
I like to take the wheel,
She purrs just like a kitten,
She'll go that final mile,
But if she's rocking,
Don't come knocking for a while.

Pay no attention to the sign,
No stopping any time,
Come park that chassis next to mine,
You know, I'm on a double yellow line.

. . .


God made this glorious day and over arching sky,
For rolling in the hay and watching clouds blow by,
God made this single day for sinners everywhere,
So fill your heart with abandon,
And drink in the golden air.

We shared signs of bad design,
But have we lost the plot,
It's not the world we saw for ourselves,
But it's the only one we've got,
God made this beautiful day for sinners everywhere too,
And if your ears are burning, maybe I'm thinking of you.

They haven't written the guidebook yet,
A set of rules that really fit,
We make our own up bit by bit,
Seven levels below.

Acknowledge if you will this peaceful perfect night,
How still the day seems now that its been starved of light,
Under the moon and stars the freaks come out to play,
Whatever gets you through it, hey brother that's okay.

They haven't written the guidebook yet,
A set of rules that really fit,
We make our own up bit by bit,
Seven levels below.

God made this beautiful day for sinners everywhere,
So fill your heart with abandon,
And drink in the golden air.

They haven't written the guidebook yet,
A set of rules that really fit,
We make our own up bit by bit,
Seven levels below.

They haven't written the guidebook yet,
A set of rules that really fit,
We make our own up bit by bit,
Seven levels below.

. . .


комментарии публикуются при поддержке Disqus



© 2011 Music World. Все права сохранены.