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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


The Bluetones (2006)
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You cast aspersions, you run me down,
You like to see those little, veins pop in my brow,
You contradict me, you wear me out,
But it's a sufferance that I can't live without, no.

You suffocate me, you seize control,
You tie me in a bow and swallow me up whole,
There's no sensation as I succumb,
It's irresistible to live beneath your thumb.

Life bites down harder,
It sinks it's teeth right in,
Leaves the sweetest scar of all.

Surrendered, all part to you,
To play as you choose,
Surrendered, my heart to you,
To break and abuse.

Surrendered, all part to you,
To play as you choose,
Surrendered, my heart to you,
To break and abuse.

I'm not a rich man, I'm all I've got,
I had a purpose but I can't remember what,
Oh, the consequences may have crossed my mind,
But I am positively blissful with my lot.

Life bites down harder,
It sinks it's teeth right in,
Leaves the sweetest scar of all.

Surrendered, all part to you,
To play as you choose,
Surrendered, my heart to you,
To break and abuse.

Surrendered, all part to you,
To play as you choose,
Surrendered, my heart to you,
To break and abuse.

Surrendered, all part to you,
To play as you choose,
Surrendered, my heart to you,
To break and abuse.

Surrendered, all part to you,
To play as you choose,
Surrendered, my heart to you.

. . .


Fumbling around, looking for clues,
Seemingly so naive and confused,
All your fragility on display,
Makes you such irresistible prey.

Baby, back up, enough is enough,
You're freaking me out, not into that stuff,
Baby, back up, enough is enough.

Detailed accounts of all your affairs,
(came tumbling out)
At the party under the stairs,
Looking for understanding and trust,
(well what did you find?)
Nothing but ridicule and disgust.

Baby, back up, enough is enough,
You're freaking me out, not into that stuff,
Nothing is quite the way it appears,
I thought you were cool but you are just weird,
Baby, back up, enough is enough.

Fumblin' around under the coats,
(just passing the time)
Flying a kite, floating a boat,
As I begin to get where we are,
(right out of the blue)
You have to go and take it too far.

Baby, back up, enough is enough,
You're freaking me out, not into that stuff,
Nothing is quite the way it appears,
I thought you were cool but you are just,
These are the last days of our lives,
We should be going at it like knives,
But baby, back up, enough is enough.

. . .


In the shadow of these black suburban hills,
Dreamt by architects who've given up their will,
There's an emptiness that never can be filled,
Have you ever known the world to be so still,
Have you ever heard a silence be so shrill,
As you rise to smell the air before a kill,
In the absence of distraction or a thrill.

Always your, first instinct,
Compels you to jump, head first in,
The comfort you crave, is not in the grave,
But here in my arms.

In the moments when your vices are allayed,
Are you left abandoned and afraid,
Do you question the decisions that you've made,
Are you haunted by the ghost that you've betrayed.

Always your, first instinct,
Compels you to jump, head first in,
The comfort you crave, is not in the grave,
But here in my arms.

Have you ever known the world to be so still,
Have you ever heard a silence be so shrill,
As you rise to smell the air before a kill,
In the absence of distraction or a thrill.

Always your, first instinct,
Compels you to dump, all hope and jump,
The comfort you crave, is not in the grave,
But here in my arms.

. . .


Hmmm there's a light spilling under the door,
Mmmm there's a phone comin' up through the floor,
I know you've explained, all the rules to the game,
Mmmm but I don't wanna play any more.

I'm losing my days, I'm losing my nights,
It's part of the ageing process,
I'm losing my left, I'm losing my right,
My memory's strange to hopeless,
I'm losing my will, I'm losing my fight,
I'm pretty punched up but that's all right,
I'm telling myself it's gonna be fine,
It's beating better people than me.

There's a fire rising up in my throat,
Mmmm there's a man with a hand in his coat,
I know what you'd like, is my head on a spike,
Mmmm I don't wanna be in on the joke.

I'm losing my days, I'm losing my nights,
It's part of the ageing process,
I'm losing my left, I'm losing my right,
My memory's strange to hopeless,
I'm losing my will, I'm losing my fight,
I'm pretty punched up but that's all right,
I'm telling myself it's gonna be fine,
It's beating better people than me.

I'm losing my days, I'm losing my nights,
It's part of the ageing process,
I'm losing my left, I'm losing my right,
My memory's strange to hopeless,
I'm losing my will, I'm losing my fight,
I'm pretty punched up but that's all right,
I'm telling myself it's gonna be fine,
It's beating better people than me.

There's a car standing into a wall.

. . .


A home-made transmitter points at the sky,
Long odds on someone receiving,
Still I keep faith there will come a reply,
And won't stop blindly believing.
(one day)

A transformation will take place,
A light illuminates my face.

Each day the world floats further away,
All big and blue like it's bruising,
Mankind provides so much cause for dismay,
Hell-bent and highly amusing.
(what d'ya say?)

A transformation will take place,
A light illuminates my face,
The insects swarm around in haste,
I'm rushing forward in the race,
I've packed a toothbrush just in case,
I am the king of outer space.

A transformation will take place,
A light illuminates my face,
The insects swarm around in haste,
I'm rushing forward in the race,
I've packed a toothbrush just in case,
I am the king of outer space.

. . .


You with an empty page and a quiet rage,
Feel the doubters creeping in,
Reach for the savoir-faire but it isn't there,
The whole façade is wearing thin.
Are the cracks about to show?
If they were how would you know?
Should you try and soldier on,
If the appetite is gone?
And is lying to yourself,
Really such a crime,
Words get thrown away.

When did you fix your ways?
Is it just a faze?
Well that's not so hard to believe,
There are rumours in the room,
There are harbingers of doom,
Say you've done a Kerouac,
Say you're never coming back,
But we won't loose any sleep,
'Cause talk is cheap,
Words get thrown away,
Thank you, not today.

There are rumours in the room,
There are harbingers of doom,
Say you've done a Kerouac,
Say you're never coming back,
But we won't loose any sleep,
'Cause talk is cheap,
Words get thrown away,
Thank you, not today.

. . .


My neighbour's house is burning down,
And I cannot say why,
Ten million angry mouth-less tongues,
All lapping at the sky,
My neighbour's house is burning down,
And soon will mine be too,
For the wind is slowly turning,
And there is nothing I can do.

So I don't, do a thing,
I just stand there and grin,
Like I'm one of the idiots.

My neighbour's house is burning down,
I turn the other cheek,
Choose not to hear his cries of fear,
With masterful technique,
My neighbour's house is burning down,
And I wish that I could care,
Search for fellow feeling,
I find there's nothing there.

Just a sense, of relief,
That it's him, and not me,
Always one of the idiots.

If it proves to be some kind of test,
Can I say that I gave it my best?
If my neighbour cannot be my friend,
Then we're both gonna burn in the end.

My neighbour's house is burning down,
My neighbour's house is burning down,
My neighbour's house is burning down,
My neighbour's house is burning down,
My neighbour's house is burning down,
My neighbour's house is burning down.

If it proves to be some kind of test,
Can I say that I gave it my best?
If my neighbour cannot be my friend,
Then we're both gonna burn in the end.

. . .


Wave upon wave breaking into your face,
But it won't drive you back,
The journey is far it seems, time turn,
But it won't drive you back.

Brimstone and barbed wire are spun in your lungs,
But it won't drive you back,
Icy cold tentacles tether your guns,
But it won't drive you back,
And now nothing exists but you and the abyss,
But it won't drive you back.

Fade into silence,
Fade out of mind,
Fade into silence,
Fade out of mind.

We ebb and we flow,
We swoop and we rise,
Washed up with the jetsam,
Swept out with the tides.

Don't trip the switch baby, don't pull the pin,
Keep it all in,
There's nothing to fear beyond right now and here,
If you keep it all in,
If you overcome this you can overcome anything,
Keep it all in,
Uncertainty swims in the blood of all men,
But you keep it all in.

Fade into silence,
Fade out of mind,
Fade into silence,
Fade out of mind.

. . .


What is it makes us feel we're so superior?
Where do we get this inkling we can't lose?
What is it makes us more than mere bacteria?
Formed in a fragrant clump with hair and shoes.

I lifted my head,
I looked all around,
I rolled back my eyes,
I fell to the ground,
And that's when it struck,
Maybe it's love,
Keeps us down.

What is it keeps us so far from the garden now?
Why can we not just sit and name the beasts?
Could this be evolution in her purest form?
Could this just be our own unique disease?

I lifted my head,
I looked all around,
I rolled back my eyes,
I fell to the ground,
And that's when it struck,
Maybe it's love,
Keeps us down.

This is the end of the day,
This is the end of the day,
I can measure a difference you make,
This is the end of the day,
If you have something to say,
If you have something to say,
Now is the perfect time and place,
If you have something to say,
Love is the only escape, (love is the only escape)
Love is the only escape, (love is the only escape)
Love is the cause, the effect and the afterthought,
Love is the only escape.

. . .


I hate to be wrong, so lucky for me,
I have always been spared that particular indignity,
It's kind of a gift, it's kind of a curse,
But it's the single certainty in a random universe,
And I'm mildly alarmed that you can even dispute,
Wasn't I right about you?

I hate to be wrong, but fortunately,
I haven't suffered that dilemma personally,
You must have picked up,
Well, there's a definite trend,
My vulgar means are always justified in the end,
And I'm slightly put out that you can even dispute,
Wasn't I right about you?

Yes, I'm mildly alarmed that you can even dispute,
Wasn't I right about you?

. . .


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