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Blur
Blur


Background information
Origin London, England
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Britpop
Indie Rock
Years active 1989—present
Label(s) Virgin Records
Parlophone Records
SBK Records
Food Records
Associated acts Gorillaz
The Good, the Bad & the Queen
The Ailerons
WigWam
Fat Les
Me Me Me
Website Website
Members
Damon Albarn
Graham Coxon
Alex James
Dave Rowntree



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Blur Album


Bustin' + Dronin' (02/25/1998)
02/25/1998
1.
Movin' On (William Orbit mix)
2.
Death Of A Party (Well Blurred remix)
3.
On Your Own (Crouch End broadway mix)
4.
Beetlebum (Moby's mix)
5.
Essex Dogs (Thurston Moore's mix)
6.
Death Of A Party (Billy Whiskers mix)
7.
Theme From Retro (John McEntire mix)
8.
Death Of A Party (12 death)
9.
On Your Own (walter wall mix)
1.
Popscene (live at Peel Acres)
2.
Song 2 (live at Peel Acres; not included on US release)
3.
On Your Own (live at Peel Acres)
4.
Chinese Bombs (live at Peel Acres)
5.
Movin' On (live at Peel Acres)
6.
M.O.R. (live at Peel Acres)
. . .



At the music heist
I met the gourmet man
With aluminium lungs
Sucks out all he can
He sees the whole world goes flip
In a stunt bug style
Cos he's a parasite
With a cellulite pile but he can smile
Cos this is the music
Movin' on, we're movin' on
Hey, this is the music
Movin' on, we're movin' on
Sticky eyes and sticky bones
You get no time on your own
You get a dose and a ghost
You get it coast to coast
Now you dye your hair black
Get Satan tattooed on your back
You pierce yourself with a coke can
And rub yourself with fake tan now you're in a band
Cos this is the music
Movin' on, we're movin' on
Hey, this is the music
Movin' on, we're movin' on
No matter how low
There's always further to go
When you're movin' on, you're movin' on
No matter how low
There's always somewhere to go
Movin on, we're movin' on, won't be long before we're gone

. . .



The death of the party
Came as no surprise
Why did we bother
Should've stayed away
Another night
And I thought "Well, well"
Go to another party
And plant myself gently on the shelf
The death of a teenager
Standing on his own
Why did he bother
Should've slept alone
Another night
And I thought "Well, well"
Go to another party
And hang myself gently on the shelf

. . .



Holy man tiptoed his way across the Ganges
The sound of magic music in his ears
Videoed by a bus load of tourists
Shiny shellsuits on, and drinking lemonade
Now, I've got a funny feeling which I bought mail order
From a man in a tee-pee in California
He said he once was that great game show performer
Then he blew all his money away, blew it all away
So take me home, don't leave me alone
I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad
No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla
I dream to riot, oh you should try it
I'll eat parole get gold card soul
Your joy of life is on a roll
And we'll all be the same in the end
Cos then you're on your own
Then you're on your own
Well, we all go happy day-glo in the discos
The sound of magic music in our brains
Someone stumbles to the bathroom with the horrors
Says Lord, give me time, for I've jumped into space
I'm in outer space
So take me home, don't leave me alone
I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad
No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla
I dream to riot, oh you should try it
I'll eat parole get gold card soul
Your joy of life is on a roll
And we'll all be the same in the end
Cos then you're on your own
Then you're on your own
So take me home, don't leave me alone
I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad
No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla
I dream to riot, oh you should try it
I'll eat parole get gold card soul
Your joy of life is on a roll
And we'll all be the same in the end
Cos then you're on your own
Then you're on your own

. . .



Beetlebum, what you done?
She's a gun, now what you done?
Beetlebum
Get nothing done, you beetlebum
Just get numb, now what you done
Beetlebum
And when she lets me slip away
She turns me on and all my violence gone
Nothing is wrong, I just slip away
And I am gone
Nothing is wrong
She turns me on
I just slip away and I am gone
Beetlebum, because you're young
She's a gun, now what you done?
Beetlebum
She'll suck your thumb, she'll make you come
Cause she's your gun, now what you done?
Beetlebum
And when she lets me slip away
She turns me on and all my violence gone
Nothing is wrong, I just slip away
And I am gone
There's nothing wrong
She turns me on
I just slip away and I am...
He's on, he's on, he's on it
He's on, he's on, he's on it
He's on, he's on, he's on it

. . .



I remember thinking murder in the car
Watching dogs somersault through sprinklers on tiny lawns
I remember the graffiti
We're your children coming in with spray cans of paint
I remember the sunsets and the plains of cement
And the way the night just seemed to turn the colour of orangeade
In this town, cellular phones are hot with teens
In this town, we all go to terminal pubs
It helps us sweat out those angry bits of life
In this town, the English army grind their teeth into glass
You know you'll get a kicking tonight
The smell of puke and piss
The smell of puke and piss on your stilettos
Here comes that panic attack
My heart stops
And then it starts
Give me a drink
I'll drink your round
I take you round the pole
It's cold up here (I see the universe waiting by a minibus)
You'll catch the flu
Or you'll catch the city
Either way you'll catch the flu
Or you'll catch the city


. . .



The death of the party
Came as no surprise
Why did we bother
Should've stayed away
Another night
And I thought "Well, well"
Go to another party
And plant myself gently on the shelf
The death of a teenager
Standing on his own
Why did he bother
Should've slept alone
Another night
And I thought "Well, well"
Go to another party
And hang myself gently on the shelf

. . .

Theme From Retro

[No lyrics]

. . .



The death of the party
Came as no surprise
Why did we bother
Should've stayed away
Another night
And I thought "Well, well"
Go to another party
And plant myself gently on the shelf
The death of a teenager
Standing on his own
Why did he bother
Should've slept alone
Another night
And I thought "Well, well"
Go to another party
And hang myself gently on the shelf

. . .



Holy man tiptoed his way across the Ganges
The sound of magic music in his ears
Videoed by a bus load of tourists
Shiny shellsuits on, and drinking lemonade
Now, I've got a funny feeling which I bought mail order
From a man in a tee-pee in California
He said he once was that great game show performer
Then he blew all his money away, blew it all away
So take me home, don't leave me alone
I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad
No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla
I dream to riot, oh you should try it
I'll eat parole get gold card soul
Your joy of life is on a roll
And we'll all be the same in the end
Cos then you're on your own
Then you're on your own
Well, we all go happy day-glo in the discos
The sound of magic music in our brains
Someone stumbles to the bathroom with the horrors
Says Lord, give me time, for I've jumped into space
I'm in outer space
So take me home, don't leave me alone
I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad
No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla
I dream to riot, oh you should try it
I'll eat parole get gold card soul
Your joy of life is on a roll
And we'll all be the same in the end
Cos then you're on your own
Then you're on your own
So take me home, don't leave me alone
I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad
No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla
I dream to riot, oh you should try it
I'll eat parole get gold card soul
Your joy of life is on a roll
And we'll all be the same in the end
Cos then you're on your own
Then you're on your own

. . .




A fervoured image of another world
Is nothing in particular now
And imitation comes naturally
But I never really stopped to think how
And everyone is a clever clone
A chrome coloured clone am I
So in the abscence of a way of life
Just repeat this again and again...and again
Hey, hey come out tonight
Hey, hey come out tonight
Popscene, all right

I'm leaving town to run away
Right into your twisted arms
No queues and there's no panic there
Just dangling your feet in the grass
My lack of natural luster now
Seems to be losing me friends
So in the abscence of a way of life
Just repeat this again and again...and again
Hey, hey come out tonight
Hey, hey come out tonight
Popscene!

Hey, hey come out tonight
Hey, hey come out tonight
Popscene, all right
Hey, hey come out tonight
Hey, hey come out tonight
Popscene!


. . .



I got my head checked
By a jumbo jet
It wasn't easy
But nothing is, no
Whoo hoo!
Well I feel heavy metal
Whoo hoo!
And I'm pins and I'm needles
Whoo hoo!
Well I lie and I'm easy
All of the time and I'm never sure why I need you
Pleased to meet ya
I got my head done
When I was young
It's not my problem
It's not my problem
Whoo hoo!
Well I feel heavy metal
Whoo hoo!
And I'm pins and I'm needles
Whoo hoo!
Well I lie and I'm easy
All of the time and I'm never sure why I need you
Pleased to meet ya
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

. . .



Holy man tiptoed his way across the Ganges
The sound of magic music in his ears
Videoed by a bus load of tourists
Shiny shellsuits on, and drinking lemonade
Now, I've got a funny feeling which I bought mail order
From a man in a tee-pee in California
He said he once was that great game show performer
Then he blew all his money away, blew it all away
So take me home, don't leave me alone
I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad
No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla
I dream to riot, oh you should try it
I'll eat parole get gold card soul
Your joy of life is on a roll
And we'll all be the same in the end
Cos then you're on your own
Then you're on your own
Well, we all go happy day-glo in the discos
The sound of magic music in our brains
Someone stumbles to the bathroom with the horrors
Says Lord, give me time, for I've jumped into space
I'm in outer space
So take me home, don't leave me alone
I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad
No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla
I dream to riot, oh you should try it
I'll eat parole get gold card soul
Your joy of life is on a roll
And we'll all be the same in the end
Cos then you're on your own
Then you're on your own
So take me home, don't leave me alone
I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad
No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla
I dream to riot, oh you should try it
I'll eat parole get gold card soul
Your joy of life is on a roll
And we'll all be the same in the end
Cos then you're on your own
Then you're on your own

. . .



He makes an inner arm block
Then kicks him behind
The lights, they go off
But he can fight blind
Cos he got the touch
But he won't live long
He comes from Hong Kong
Where justice is done
Chinese bombs
Millions jump
Chairman's junk
USA
Won't somebody
Won't somebody
Sink this place
Got a cab to go to Soho
The dragon said go
Let everyone know
That you got the touch
You come from Hong Kong
Where justice is done
Where people are strong
But you won't live long
Chinese bombs
Millions jump
Chairman's junk
To Hong Kong
Bruce Lee come
Save the day
Bruce Lee come
It's the Chinese way

. . .



At the music heist
I met the gourmet man
With aluminium lungs
Sucks out all he can
He sees the whole world goes flip
In a stunt bug style
Cos he's a parasite
With a cellulite pile but he can smile
Cos this is the music
Movin' on, we're movin' on
Hey, this is the music
Movin' on, we're movin' on
Sticky eyes and sticky bones
You get no time on your own
You get a dose and a ghost
You get it coast to coast
Now you dye your hair black
Get Satan tattooed on your back
You pierce yourself with a coke can
And rub yourself with fake tan now you're in a band
Cos this is the music
Movin' on, we're movin' on
Hey, this is the music
Movin' on, we're movin' on
No matter how low
There's always further to go
When you're movin' on, you're movin' on
No matter how low
There's always somewhere to go
Movin on, we're movin' on, won't be long before we're gone

. . .



It's automatic (It's automatic)
I need to unload (Need to unload)
Under the pressure (Under the pressure)
Go middle of the road (Middle of the road)
Fall into fashion (Fall into fashion)
Fall out again (Fall out again)
We stick together (We stick together)
Cos it never ends (It never ends)
Here comes a low (I'm a boy and you're a girl)
Here comes a high (The only ones in the world)
Here comes everything (You and me we'll work it out)
Here it comes
You, me, we'll work it out
Here comes tomorrow (Here comes tomorrow)
One, two, three episodes (Three episodes)
We stick together (We stick together)
Go middle of the road (Middle of the road)
Cos that's entertainment (That's entertainment)
It's the sound of the wheel (Sound of the wheel)
It rolls on forever (Roll, roll forever)
Yeah you know how it feels (Know how it feels)
Here comes a low (I'm a boy and you're a girl)
Here comes a high (The only ones in the world)
Here comes everything (You and me we'll work it out)
Here it comes        (We are members of the human race)
Here comes a low (I'm a boy and you're a girl)
Here comes a high (The only ones in the world)
Here comes everything (You and me we'll work it out)
Here it comes

. . .


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