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Ash
Ash


Background information
Origin Downpatrick, Co. Down, Northern Ireland
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Grunge
Britpop
Years active 1992—present
Website Website
Members
Russell Lissack
Tim Wheeler
Mark Hamilton
Rick McMurray
Former members
Charlotte Hatherley



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Ash Album


Trailer (1994)
1994
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7.
Obscure Thing (instrumental)
8.
Hulk Hogan Bubblebath (instrumental; US release only)
9.
Different Today (US release only)
10.
Punk Boy (US release only)
11.
Day Of The Triffids (US release only)
. . .



Late summer you walked into my life
I remember the autumn, I remember that night
That smile on your face, the pale pale moon
All good times still left to come

I remember the autumn, I remember that night
That smile on your face, the pale pale moon
All good times still left to come

Awoke by a phone call one cold night
In my dream you had been going to die
I felt so scared that I was going to loose you
When I answered the phone I already knew

I cried bitter tears you had been taken your own life

Down the corridor to the bedroom
I sit there in silence all alone
Alone is all I'll ever be
Except at night when you visit my dreams

. . .



We were walking, walking in two worlds
In the gardens of sunlight home
Bad children on the phone
Withheld me to withhold you
Said I'd kiss you if you want
You've got things back to front
I got a letter, I sent it back
I didn't like It, what you had

Jack names the planets after you

When I turned you had gone away
So I didn't skip upon that day
Morose feeling, small mind
Don't touch it's face you might like its kind
Said I'd kiss you if you want
You've got things back to front
Don't mind your spelling, it ain't so bad
Things like that they never made me quite so mad as you

Jack names the planets after you

I wish you'd come back everythings ready for you
You are welcome if you plan to
You can come walking and you know where
You've got understand that you got to care
Said I'd kiss you if you want
You've got things back to front
My mother's dying I've got to go home
But there's more you wont be solely on your own


. . .



Now it's too late to be using my mind
To reason with you would be far too kind
It's all coming down like the dark on the town
The cold stings my teartained face
So now it's all over , It's much too late to say 'Oh no'

I try not to echo everyone's dream
But they don't exist or so it seems
They just like inside of me
But it's too dark I can never ever see you
And now it's all over, it's much too late to say 'Oh no'

Oh, she looked so lovely, standing on her own,
Oh, she looked so lovely, standing on her own,

She looked at me as she closed the door
A stare so cold, but what for?
I fell in love as she crossed the floor,
I need her now but she hated me more
And now it's all over, it's much too late to say 'Oh no'

Oh, she looked so lovely, standing on her own,

. . .



I sent off this morning
Down the road along the river
Which I take but once a year
My walk will take me by the shore
Then inland for a mile or more
From the cold sea spray

A small wood stands upon the hill
An old house near it lies in ruins
Forgotten long ago
And here in a clearing, overgrown with moss and ivy
Is your lovely grave

A dusk I will make my way
Along the lanes and through the fields
To where my cottage is
But before I step inside for bed
I'll look up at the stars as we had
All those years ago


. . .



Get your money out for me,
If you get it all out you'll see,
You've got so much to give, you've got so much to loose
It might seem a little unfair, so now you see you cannot choose

Take a time out for me,
Get it all out for me,
You've got so much to give, you've got so much to loose
It might seem a little unfair, so now you see you cannot choose

Get your money out for me,
If you get it all out you'll see,
You've got so much to give, you've got so much to loose

. . .



The cars come up the drive, so many people inside,
Under the stars they smile, they want to invade my home
I pace the darkened hall, try to consider it all
In the dull lamps glow and the truth is I don't know

The cars stop outside, they all stay inside
The house is drenched in light, but what have I done wrong?
I quietly climb the stairs, I remember all the years,
I check everything is right I need to hurry-now!

I've been preparing for days, I know exactly what to say
'No one will be around, no one will take me down'
They'll all get in back in the cars, and maybe they'll go home

. . .

Obscure Thing

[No lyrics]

. . .

Hulk Hogan Bubblebath

[No lyrics]

. . .



He spent the week at his friend's house
It had been ages since they'd been in touch
The weekend passed in a drunken haze
It felt good, like the old days

I lied you're not so different today
Don't go so far away
And without you my life is boring
Anyway

They went down to the station on Sunday
He felt sad as the train pulled away
He wished that it would never end

. . .


(Helen Love)

Who's that boy with the honey face, looks like he should be sedated 
He's all smash and grab in his Adidas tags, wound up and agitated, 

And I bet he's not a real punk boy 
Bet he's not a real punk boy, bet he's not a real punk boy 

Does your heart go boom when he walks in the room 
Do rain clouds scatter and fall 
Do you feel yourself sigh when he passes you by 
Or do you grow a hundred feet tall 

d'you go bang shang alang, every time you see him 
d'you go bang shang alang, every time you're near him 
d'you go bang shang alang, every time you hear him 

If you don't he's not a real punk boy 
If you don't he's not a real punk boy 
If you don't he's not a real punk boy at all 

Who's that boy with the ocean green eyes 
In Rough Trade every Saturday, 
Don't he look cute in his Eighties track suit 
I wish I hadn't thrown mine away 

And I bet he's not a real punk boy 
Bet he's not a real punk boy, 
Bet he's not a real punk boy at all 

Do stars explode when he walks you home, on a cool and clear evening 
D'you wanna put him on like your favourite song 
Or never wanna hear him 

D'you go bang shang alang, every time you see him 
D'you go bang shang alang, every time you're near him 
D'you go bang shang alang, every time you hear him 

If you don't he's not a real punk boy 
If you don't he's not a real punk boy 

. . .



In the mid-day heat I gave a sigh
Cruisin' through the garden district, I was out of my mind
The Star of India's in my hotel room
In a briefcase combination: 3, 2, 1 (which only I know)
And I've just seen my mentor, Dr. No
"California Sun" is on the radio, let's go

I just wanna reach the radio star
It's a satellite off Venus and it ain't too far

I was shooting up in my hotel room
When the phone started ringing - oh no
It was Dr. No, he gave the password
He said, 'Hey, man, haven't you heard? and I said 'No'
'The world's been invaded by alien life forms
Meet me at the airport, we've got to get out - let's go

I ran to the window and looked out, there were dead people lying all over the
streets.
Within two minutes I had all my stuff together.
I jumped in my car and was speeding down the highway past all the deserted cars.

In five minutes I was at the airport
but there at the gates I saw what I suppose was one of these 'alien life forms'.

I pulled my bazooka out of its bag in the back of the car and blew it to hell.

As arrange Dr. No was waiting for me in the terminal.
We got in his private jet plane and took off, two hours later landing in Zaire,
where we met up with Fu Manchu, Hannibal Lecter, the Hooded Claw and all the
rest of the gang.
We boarded the rocket and soon we were shooting off for the stars
and as we approached the space station
I looked down and observed the earth,
the US air force being annihilated
and swarms of nuclear weapons soaring through the stratosphere
destroying the earth

. . .


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