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Ten New Messages (19.03.2007)
19.03.2007
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On A Mission
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Down With Moonlight
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9.
Time To Stop Talking
10.
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Cold (Japanese bonus track)
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Dangerous (Japanese bonus track)
. . .


All dressed up with somewhere to go
Got ten new messages on your phone
Keep trying to stop the night from falling to pieces
The night goes on and on and on on on
Where are we going and where's Steve gone?
This whole night is just falling to pieces

And you go on and on on on
Talking shite through the night
Just trying to stop our arguments falling to pieces
You slag off America in the pub
Saying the war was shite
Then in the club
Drink some Buds and smoke some Marlboro Lights...

The world was a mess but his hair was perfect
The world was a mess but his hair was perfect
The world was a mess but his hair was perfect
The world was a mess but his hair was perfect

Right listen, yeah, okay, fine, do you know where Steve is? I thought he was with you. Okay. Erm. If you see him, tell him that, erm, that, no, let me finish, okay yeah, erm, yeah if you see him, tell him that I forgot the money I owe him, so that's fine, yep, okay alright, yeah I'll see you later, no it's fine. No I didn't, no no, it's fine, it's okay, I'll see you later, I'll see you later, I've got to go, I've got to go, buh-bye...

Okay, yeah, can I, uh, get two of them and a pint of that? Yeah. How much? No way! Okay, I've got to use my card. Okay. Alright, how you doing? Did you see that, uh, thing last night? Yeah, it was good, it was about Stephen Hawking. Yeah, no, seriously, it was good, seriously. He was going on about, uh, black holes, string theory and all that, I dunno. What you been up to, yeah, anyway? Scuba diving? No way. Okay, how was that? I've gotta go to the toilets.

Alright? Yeah, yeah I got my hair cut the other day. No, no it's not bad for eight quid. Well I just said, you know, I wanted a tidy trim. Just looks a bit shit round the back. It was the Greek bloke actually, on Finchley Road. Yeah, when I came out of there, I was looking like ten notes...

. . .


Don't talk rubbish to me
i use reason on my brain
it's those little superstitions
that get me through the stress and strain

i have made my contributions
and now and then i find
on the subject of my love life
i've been left behind

let's make the most of it
the time we've got together
quit all the secrets that are
choking up your heart
and tearing all the light from the stars

let's make the most of it
the time we've got together
quit all the secrets that are
choking up your heart
and tearing all the light from the stars

i'm made some calculations
but will not put them to the test
it's those little superstitions
that cannot be laid to rest

our bodies are reacting
we're heated dangerously
leaving traces on each other
that the naked eye can't see

let's make the most of it
the time we've got together
quit all the secrets that are
choking up your heart
and tearing all the light from the stars

let's make the most of it
the time we've got together
quit all the secrets that are
choking up your heart
and tearing all the light from the stars

yeah, i say forever
and you just say whatever
but if you feel how i feel
then we'd stay together

yeah, i say forever
and you just say whatever
but if you feel how i feel
then we'd stay together

let's make the most of it
the time we've got together
quit all the secrets that are
choking up your heart
and tearing all the light from the stars

let's make the most of it
the time we've got together
quit all the secrets that are
choking up your heart
and tearing all the light from the stars

let's make the most of it
the time we've got together
quit all the secrets that are
choking up your heart
and tearing all the light from the stars

yeah, i say forever
and you just say whatever
but if you feel how i feel
then we'd stay together

yeah, i say forever
and you just say whatever
but if you feel how i feel
then we'd stay together

. . .


We danced together on the roof at the party,
5 stories removed from the trouble on the street
the sun arose revealing goose bumps on your arm
A sign that we should move together somewhere warm.

Chorus:
- we danced together.(repeat...)

We moved to the street where they tried to hold curfew
and ran among the debris as the bullets flew.
Helicopters circled overhead to get a better view
We found a doorway, fell in and I held you.

Chorus:
- we danced together… (repeat...)

Chorus extra 1:
we didnt have no where to go
waiting for the daylight to begin
Singer, save our secular souls
how can u have hope with no God?

extra chorus 2:
we didnt give a shit about what they would say...
and stayed up until the light turned our world/eyes grey.
we caned our money like it was our last day
2 fingers up at those who wont miss us when we pass away

. . .


Tho I been thinking about it, I live with the idea
the way we where would last forever
yeah it all seemed pretty clear.
but when the foundations shook
and the cracks started to appear
Saw the light in each others eyes
as the whole world disappeared.

Chorus 1

My history has come and gone
I'll drive late at night
the only car on empty streets
no welcome sun in sight

Chorus 2

If its trouble that you're looking for,
its trouble that you'll find.
Sometimes trouble finds you no matter where you hide

We got back from the party on a comedown for a week
Where we out there making history? Or was it just a lack of sleep?
It seemed like we were waiting in the wings to take our bow...
The outsiders are whispering this is our moment now.

Chorus 1 (2)

My history has come and gone
sometimes I think I see
Your face in the rear view mirror, yeah,
looking back at me

Chorus 2 x2

It was important to us
to do more than just survive
surviving sometimes took up too much of our time

Chorus 2

. . .


Oh God I'm running late again
I don't believe this

Another Wednesday morning on the train to work
And my weekend spread into the middle of the week
I'm boozing every night, 3 hours sleep
Check all the people then stare at my feet
Guy next to me pretend to read the Metro
Sort of bloke who calls everybody bro
But only met a black guy at Uni though
And the lady with the kid watches the guard meet the train

Suspicous Eyes
Looking for the end
Suspicous Eyes
Looking for the end

A young Asian guy with a rucksack on his back
Jumps on the tube, is he ready to attack?
God just imagine it being all over, stuck in the tube with nowhere to go
All the smoke and confusion, stuck in this dark coffin
The man with the paper, he moves from his seat
Why did that kid stand so close to me?
I'm sick of them moaning that they're being picked on, when its them running round with the bombs
I'll grab the kids, leave Londons town
Join a white flight to Surrey and beyond

Suspicious Eyes
Looking for the end
Suspicious Eyes
Looking for the end.

These people are assuming who I am, but they're wrong
Got a beard and a bag so they think I got a bomb
I saw everyones reaction soon as I stepped through the door
All acting like they've never seen a brown person before
The guy infront of me, he should be reading his paper
I'm checking my watch cos there's an interview that I'm gonna be late for
Everytime I step on the tube, theres a dude in his suit who aint got no manners, doesn't he know staring is rude?
And if you're so scared, move! I've just stopped caring
I'm off at the next stop mate just keep staring

Suspicious Eyes
Looking for the end
Suspicious Eyes
Looking for the end

Extra chrous (during chorus)
Clocks are ticking and we leave on time (repeat until end)

. . .

On A Mission

[Нет текста]

. . .

Down With Moonlight

[Нет текста]

. . .


I wake up,
Didn't what was going on,
Pictures of home,
Repeated again and again,

Electrical problems,
What they said on CNN,
Electrical problems,
Repeated again and again,

Chorus
I tried to call your phone,
But the network was down,
Something's happening,
There was no one around,
So I tried your friends, their not answering,
Just pick up the phone,
Tell me your okay, just a text anyway,
What's happening?
I try your friends, but their not answering,

Oh what do yours constitute with sparked,
Lights were out I couldn't tell if you were on,
TV's on, Tom Cruise crying on his father's bed,
Reminds me what that French guy said,
From news to movies all the crap with it,
Headlines keep you excited,
Like when Tom Cruise cries,
It's all lies,

Chorus
I tried to call your phone,
But the network was down,
Something's happening,
There was no one around,
So I tried your friends, their not answering,
Just pick up the phone,
Tell me your okay, just a text anyway,
What's happening?
I try your friends, but their not answering,

Outro (x4)
I tried to call your phone,
But the networks down,
Are you just not answering?

. . .

Time To Stop Talking

[Нет текста]

. . .


So here you are in Hoxton two years on

Since you left that little no where that you're from

First few weeks you stayed with your ex,
same old arguments but without the sex.

Now you're renting down the road its not so cheap
Every weekend police stayed in the street

wirey looking kids looked up eyes down
we then biked to the arctic crown

Now they're sqauring up
"What phone you got bruv"?

Yeah they're gonna give you grief
You still get home in one piece.

In the bar your mates spark(?) celebrity

But you're not fussed by the gay guy on CBBC

Limos fury hen nights to the west end
the night is dragging its heals till the end

now he's in your face.
"Got any drugs on you mate"?
You get out for some peace
still get home by our feet

see now your home,
crashing out in your coat

Jet lagged from the night bus/bars?
Planning your escape

No point in trying to act all hard
as the kids take the piss when you walk past
No sane place left to go

your mates aren't in the start and yes I'll grow

Now you're tearing up

just need one night off
Get out of this in one peace

and come home for some sleep

Now you're home
crash out in your coat

jet lagged from the night bus
and plan your escape.

. . .

Cold

[Нет текста]

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Dangerous

[Нет текста]

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