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The Courteeners
The Courteeners




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St. Jude (07.04.2008)
07.04.2008
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The walk home from barbecue is very long when i'm walkin with you
The sun is coming up, coming to light that me and you were never that tight

And then you stand there with your old botfriend
and message after message, and you can send, send, send
You Know i will definitely ignore them all
You're having a shit night, well i'm having a ball

You showed you're face at the aftershow, how did i know that you would say you will go, it's because you're always listening to him, He's only average looking and a bit too thin

. . .


Your club is full overrated dehydrated, goggle eyed girls
theyre trying to stare at me but there eyes are rattling
and theyre struggling to see

she cant stand still cause of 16 pills thats shes taken
in the minibus
her conscience followed her into the night
gave her mam a fright i said f**k that it is her own fault
for letting her out of your sight

and now your too tired to eat and your too hungry to sleep
were hooligans on E and were to tired to bother
with any of you

Cavorting, and snorting your way, through the band,
get your hand off of my trouser leg
were turning up tonight but only to knock you down a peg

and now your too tired to eat and your too hungry to sleep
were hooligans on E and were to tired to bother
with any of you

. . .


The temptation is all too great,
To know it’s gone and it’s all too late,
I tried and I tried and but I never applied,
To any of the Morals that I wish I had.

You wait fifty one weeks,
Through all of your hides and all of your seeks,
When the time finally arrives,
It dawns on me that your attention derives,
From the girlfriend that you left at home,
Sitting in the living room all alone.

You hate the suntan,
And you can’t stand to be around a short sleeve man,
And the gaggles of girls who are singing too loud,
Because they do my head in.

You hate the tattoos and you can’t handle the skinheads,
The ones who cannot handle their booze,
Their making you scared to be proud,
Why’s that not allowed.

If you bide your time and you stand there and you wait in line,
It won’t be long before her sarong is lying on your bedroom floor,
But what about your girlfriend that you left at home,
Sitting in her living room all alone.

You hate the suntan,
And you can’t stand to be around a short sleeve man,
And the groups of girls who are singing dead loud,
Because they do my head in.

You hate the tattoos and you can’t handle the skinheads,
The ones who cannot handle their booze,
Their making you scared to be proud.

From the girlfriend that you left at home,
Sitting in her living room all alone,

You hate the suntan,
And you can’t stand to be around a short sleeve man,
And the gaggle of girls who are singing too loud,
Because they do my head in.

You hate the tattoos and you can’t handle the skinheads,
The ones who cannot handle their booze,
And their making you scared to be proud,
Why is that not allowed?

. . .


You spend too much time sat in your bedroom, on your PC
Are you sure you couldn’t have found the time,
Swallowed your pride and admitted your jealousy
Next week you’ll trying again to put one of my city’s many front men
If you do not have the internet, would you be into them
I very much doubt so how would they know so

What took you so long, was there a queue at the post office
What took you so long, was there a dirty double-decker stagecoach,
You just happened to missed
Sometimes I’m bad, sometimes I’m rotten, sometimes I say things I probably,
should have forgotten about people or things
Do you know who I am, I’m like a Morrissey with some strings

What took you so long, was there a queue at the post office
What took you so long, was there a dirty double-decker stagecoach,
you just happened to miss

You’re always bad, you’re always rotten and you always say things that,
you should forgotten or have you had enough
Of your stereotypical bit of the rough

And then we all go

What took you so long, was there a queue at the post office
What took you so long, was there a dirty double-decker stagecoach,
you just happened to miss

. . .


4 years 22 shades of blonde is all that separated us
why could of we of carried on, we could of got married,
you could of carried some of my sons

you let me change the radio station in your car,
do you remember that time i raised my voice
because you said you'd never ever heard of The La's
You continued to get intimidated
then your fingertips wrapped around those knuckles of mine

The fear walked home and your smile returned , all of sudden everything was fine
but those days have passed and these types of relationship never last

So please dont pretend that we'll stay friends
cause you know as well as i do
that, that just will never happen

well no, no that just never happens

How come i always see you out with those boys that we used to argue about?
you walk over all flustered and stuff, tellin my group of friends that you have had enough
you spend 85 percent of your night trying to me understand
why you were standing so close, why you were kissing him, and why you left that place holding his hand

Oh Darling Cant You See that its got f*ck All to do with me

please dont pretend that we'll stay friends
cause you know as well as i do that, that
well that just can never happen

. . .


Everyones saying that your here for me,
but your here for them,
if wasn't for me, if it wasn't for me,
you wouldn't even know them.

you move in your own circles,
for a brand new squeeze.
for an average girl with bad teeth,
who you'd do anything to please.
it makes me cringe, i'd like to stick a syringe in your arm,
just to sedate you, then berate you,
trying to make you stay clear from harm.

if it wasn't for me then you wouldn't know them,
if it wasn't for me then you wouldn't know them,
if it wasn't for me then you wouldn't know them.

everyone's been saying that your here for me,
thats rubbish your here for them,
it wasn't for me, if wasn't for me,
you wouldn't even know them.

you move in your own circles,
'what for?' for a brand new squeeze.
for an average girl with bad teeth,
who you'd do anything to please.
it makes me cringe, i'd like to stick a syringe in your arm,
just to sedate you, then berate you,
trying to make you stay clear from harm.

if it wasn't for me then you wouldn't know them,
if it wasn't for me then you would not know them,
if it wasn't for me then you wouldn't know them,
IF IT WASN'T FOR ME THEN YOU WOULDN'T KNOW THEM!

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just because i use salty phrases
and i go through stages
where i neglect endeavour
because it means that im not clever

no, i dont think so

just because my newspaper pages
havent been the Times in ages
does that mean that
i don't know as much as you ?

jealousy will destroy us
or so she used to say
you'd kill for half the things we'd do
including yesterday

but i suppose you know,
because you went to school with me
you'd sit in the garage and you'd see
all the things that we do, don't you ?

no you didn't, and no you don't
no you didn't, and no you dont
no you don't
no you don't

do you remember us lot doing keys
at the back of the garage at 243
that was us and no one else
and then luka jumping off the shelf

do you remember us lot doing keys
at the back of the garage where no one sees
that was us it was no one else

but i suppose you know,
because you went to school with me
you'd sit in the garage and you'd see
all the things that we do, don't you ?

no you didn't, and no you don't
no you didn't, and no you dont
no you don't
no you don't

there'll always be people looking down their noses
i'll be here, coming up smelling of roses

so i suppose you know,
because you went to school with me
you'd sit in the garage and you'd see
all the things that we do, don't you ?

no you didn't, and no you don't
no you didn't, and no you dont
no you don't
no you don't

. . .


How come you are always off your head,
And yet you still end up in your bed,
With some fit blonde I've never seen before,
And you get away with kicking her face first out of your front door

You get admiration from all of the lads,
The mothers take a shine to you, thats not the case with the dads,
They have to keep both eyes on you just in case you make a move,
But we all know that you'd never be so daft and that's what makes you so smooth.

So next time that you're out,
Can I stand and watch from the bar?
Just to see if it's true how far,
You will take your good looks, your wit and charm,
Walk out of this place with sixteen girls on each arm.

You get admiration from all of the lads,
The mothers take a shine to you, thats not the case with the dads,
They have to keep both eyes on you just in case you make a move,
But we all know that you'd never be so daft and that's what makes you so smooth

. . .


I loved you, I still do, I probably always will do
I left home, and then phoned, to see if you like to dance
A memory, you and me, nobody else ever has to see
I loved you, I still do, I probably always will do

I loved you, I still do, I probably always will do
A lift home, we argue, I tell you to get to France
A memory, you and me, never gonna let anybody else see
I loved you, I still do, I probably always will do

The kings of the new road never do what they're told
The kings of the new road never do what they're told
The kings of the new road never do what they're told
The kings of the new road never do what they're told

. . .


she's had to peel me off the pavement
trying to insinuate sometimes im in danger of going too far
said would i like to go for tea and toast?
get your hand off my thigh
in the car she turned to me and said

youre not nineteen forever, pull yourselves together
i know it seems strange but things they change
older woman and a younger man
both of them doing all they can

trying to get your attention all night long
asked you once, i asked you twice, asked you four times
if you'd like to dance to that song from (?)
down the stairs and then i followed you out in the rain
nowhere to be found, never mind
youll probably never look that pretty again

youre not nineteen forever pull yourselves together
i know it seems strange but things they change
older woman and ever so slightly younger man
god bless the band, theyre doing all they can

youre not nineteen forever pull yourselves together
i know it seems strange but things they change
older woman and ever so slightly younger man
god bless the band, theyre doing all they can

youre not nineteen forever
youre not nineteen forever
youre not nineteen forever
its not me, youre definately not clever

. . .


is that all that matters anymore ?

who happened to like that band first
and who likes them more
why do you compensate for the fact
that you clearly so oh very silly

by walking around my town like a fallowfield hillbilly ?

you know who you are

ive seen the way you look at all of the normal kids
you think that theyve just come out Strangeways
just because they won't bat both eyelids

when you walk past with your eyeliner on, one hand in glove
theyre here for the music the thing that they love

and it was literally carnage at the back of piccadilly
to see who could buy it first
and does the limtied edition seven inch quench your thirst ?
for an album that will probably let you down
but it doesnt even matter because you dont like that band anymore
because theyre not underground

ive seen the way you look at all of the normal kids
you think that theyve just come out Strangeways
just because they wont bat both eyelids

when you walk past with your eyeliner on, one hand in glove
im gonna ask you, can you find your own way home are you stuck ?

please dont think that im being a bitch
i just happen to witness a lot of things which
get me annoyed cos you're filling a void
have you got nothing better to do ?

ive seen the way you look at all of the normal kids
you think that theyve just come out Strangeways
because they won't bat both eyelids

when you walk past with your eyeliner on, one hand in glove
im gonna ask you, can you play guitar my boy ?

can you fuck

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I'm not going to sit here and lie and list all the many ways
About how I will supposedly love you till the end of days
Because I think that we both know in twenty-eight and a half years' time
That I won't be yours and you probably won't be mine

But yesterday, today and probably tomorrow
This little one will find it hard to find sorrow
Yesterday, today and probably tomorrow

Middleton to Withington and Middleton and back
Is more than enough to make the average Middletonian crack
So I will stand outside the Travelodge and bite my tongue
Your best friends look me up and down and I'll write the song

Yesterday, today and probably tomorrow
This little one will find it hard to find sorrow
Yesterday, today and probably tomorrow

Will they be there on Tuesday night
Running the bath and turning out the lights?
Will they be there on Thursday afternoons to welcome you home from Euston platform
With heart-shaped balloons? No

Yesterday, today and probably tomorrow

. . .


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