Music World
 
Find Artists:
 
 
 
Russian versionSwitch to Russian 
Paul Weller
Paul Weller


Background information
Birth name John William Weller
Born May 25, 1958
Origin Woking, Surrey, England
Genre(s) Rock
Pop Rock
Years active 1977—present
Associated acts The Jam
The Style Council
Smokin' Mojo Filters
Ocean Colour Scene
Website Website



Music World  →  Lyrics  →  P  →  Paul Weller  →  Albums  →  Paul Weller Modern Classics: The Greatest Hits

Paul Weller Album


Paul Weller Modern Classics: The Greatest Hits (1998)
1998
1.
2.
3.
4.
Weaver
5.
6.
7.
8.
9.
10.
11.
12.
13.
14.
15.
16.
. . .


Past midnight's hold
Where the world's awaiting
I'll wait for you love
But I close my eyes, as there's pain too in paradise

Hey baby say - just what you're thinking
Know I know it - yeh, feel I'm sinking
Know I feel it - I know you feel it too
Across the water, there's a boat that
will take us away

It is shining for me
All I need to be
But I can't find the key
The one to make me believe

Late at night
When the world is dreaming
Way past the stars
That ignore our fate & all twinkle too late to save us
so we save ourselves

Hey baby say - just what you're thinking
Know I know it - yeh, feel I'm sinking
Know I feel it - I know you feel it too
Across the water, there's a boat that
Will take us away

Far from the madness - out of the sadness
Into sunlight - out of the sinking
You know I feel it
I know you it too
Across the water, there's a boat that will take us away
And there we will stay

. . .


PEACOCK SUIT - Paul Weller

I've got a grapefruit matter
It's as sour as shit
I have no solutions
Better get used to it

I don't need a ship to sail in stormy weather
I don't need you to ruffle the feathers - of my Peacock Suit
I'm Narcissus in a puddle
In shop windows I gloat
Like a ball of fleece lining
In my camel skin coat

I don't need a ship to sail in stormy weather
I don't need you to ruffle the feathers - of my Peacock Suit
Did you think I should

Nemesis in a muddle
In a mirror I look
Like a streak of sheet lightnin'
In my rattleskin shoes

I don't need a ship to sail in stormy weather
I don't need you to ruffle the feathers - of my Peacock Suit
Did you think I should

. . .


SUNFLOWER - Paul Weller

I don't care how long this lasts
We have no future - we have no past
I write this now while I'm in control
I'll choose the words and how the melody goes -
Along winding streets we walked hand in hand
And how I long for that sharp wind
To take my breath away again
I'd run my fingers through your hair
Hair like a wheatfield I'd run through
That I'd run through -

And I miss you so - I miss you so
No you're gone I feel so alone
I miss you so

I'd send you a flower - a sunflower bright
While you cloud my days messing up my nights

And all the way up to the top of your head
Sunshower kisses I feld we had

And I miss you so - I miss you so
All I gotta do is think of you - and I miss you so

Baby I'm afraid to say why - I miss you so

. . .

Weaver

[No lyrics]

. . .


High tide, mid afternoon
People fly by, in the traffics boom
Knowing, just where you are blowing
Getting to where you should be going

Dont let them get you down
Making you feel quilty about
golden rain, will bring you riches
All the good things you deserve and now

Climbing, forever trying
Find your way out of the wild, wild wood
Now theres no justice
Only yourself that you can trust in

And I said high tide, mid afternoon
People fly by, in the traffics boom
Knowing, just where you are blowing
Getting to where you should be going

Day by day your world fades away
Waiting to feel all the dreams that say
Golden rain will bring you riches
All the good things you deserve now

And I say, climbing, foreever trying
find you way out of the wild, wild wood
Said you are gonna find you way out of the wild, wild wood
Wild wild wood


. . .


Autumn blew its leaves at me,
Threatening winter as I walked.
Summer always goes so quick, Barely stopping like my thoughts.
Which dip and spin and change so fast
I have to wonder - Will I last.

Through the windows of the train,
I caught reflections of a paper cup,
Hanging small in a pale blue sky,
Never knowing which way's up.

Above the clouds, what's to be found,
I have to wonder - Will I be around.
As my anger shouts - At my own self doubt,
So a madness creeps - Into my dreams
When you're scared of living - But afraid to die
I get scared of giving - And I must find the faith to beat it

I must be me that's rushing by,
Time just lingers on the wind.
Bristlin' through my open fears,
I wonder what it's going to bring.

Above the clouds, what's to be found,
I have to wonder - Will I be around
Run and hide, run and hide
I catch the sail at evening's tide.

. . .


I took a trip down Boundary Lane, try an' find myself again
At least a part I left somewhere, buried under a hedgerow near
A lazy bridge on a hot afternoon, water glistens while it plays a tune
Cloudburst on a rainy day, wiping all my sleep away

Uh huh oh yeh! Uh huh oh yeh! Always there to confuse and fool ya!
Uh huh oh yeh! Uh huh oh yeh! Always there to confuse and fool ya!

And in my mind I saw the place, as each memory returned to trace
Dear reminders of who I am, the very roots upon which I stand
And there they were for all to see, my long-lost used to be's
And all the dreams I had to dream, were really something, not make-believe

Uh huh oh yeh! Uh huh oh yeh! Always there to confuse and fool ya!
Uh huh oh yeh! Uh huh oh yeh! Always there to confuse and fool ya!

A lazy tree by a wishing well, I wish now that I could tell
If all the dreams I used to dream, are really something or make-believe

Uh huh oh yeh! Uh huh oh yeh! Always there to confuse and fool ya!
Uh huh oh yeh! Uh huh oh yeh! Always there to confuse and fool ya!

. . .


It's in a stroke of a brush
It's in the wave of a hand
And a view so bright
It turns the world
And makes all right
Yet seems to say
Come what may
You will be what you will
With a brush stroke of fate
You will have to think again
If you touch by it all
Lucky to be brushed by it all -
Than walk a crooked mile
In a worn out smile
That you found on the ground
Somebody else threw it down
Looks like that you're the next bessed in town

It's in a verse that you read
It's in the tune in your head
That makes all light
Turns your world
Illuminates life
And makes you see
All the love within
Is still yet to come out
Like the word - as a bang!
You may have to think again
And get touched by it all

Than walk in single file
In a worn out smile
That you found on the ground
Somebody else threw it down
Looks like you're the next blessed in town

. . .


Is happiness real?
Or am I so jaded
I can't see or feel - like a man been tainted

Numbed by the effect - aware of the muse
Too in touch with myself - I light the fuse

I'm the changingman - built on shifting sands
I'm the changingman - waiting for the bang
As I light my bitter fuse

Time is on loan - only ours to borrow
What I can't be today - I can be tomorrow

And the more I see - the more I know
The more I know - the less I understand

I'm the changingman - built on shifting sands
I'm the changingman - waiting for the bang
As I light my bitter fuse

It's a bigger part
When our instincts act
A shot in the dark
A movement in black

And the more I see - the more I know
The more I know - the less I understand

. . .


Minds alive! On Friday Street
Summerflys around my feet
And wee still stars
Are in my eyes
And mine's alive on Friday Street
A pulse goes on, on Friday Street
Time seems longer against its beat
And it's easy to remember
And it's hard to forget
That mine's alive on Friday Street
Yeh! Mine's still alive on Friday Street

And I see myself
And it seems so clear
I can walk through the world
Like I'm not really here
And I really don't care
'Cause mine's still alive on Friday Street
Lives alive on Friday Street
You start to shine in a brand new heat

And the world is clear
Like you're not really here
And I see myself
And I'm really not scared
'Cause mine's still alive on Friday Street
Mine's still alive on Friday Street
It's like plugging back in on Friday Street
May it always come alive! on Friday Street

. . .


You do something to me - something deep inside
I’m hanging on the wire - with love I’ll never find
You do something wonderful - then chase it all away
Mixing my emotions - that throws me back again

Hanging on the wire, I’m waiting for the change
I’m dancing through the fire, just to catch a flame-
An’ feel real again.

You do something to me - somewhere deep inside
I’m hoping to get close to- a peace I cannot find-

Dancing through the fire- just to catch a flame
Just to get close to, just close enough-
To tell you that……

You do something to me-something deep inside


. . .


Brand New Start

I’m gonna clear out my head
I’m gonna get myself straight
I know it’s never too late
To make a brand new start

I’m gonna kick down the door
I’m gonna get myself in
I’m gonna fix up the yard
And not fall back again

I’m gonna clean up my earth
And build a heaven on the ground
Not something distant and unfound
But something real to me
But something real to me

All that I can I can be
All that I am I can see
All that is mine is in my hands
So to myself I call

There’s somewhere else I should be
There’s someone else I can see
There’s something more I can find
It’s only up to me

I’m gonna clean up my earth
And build a heaven on the ground
Not something distant and unfound
But something real to me
But something real to me

I’m gonna clear out my head
I’m gonna get myself straight
I know it’s never too late
To make a brand new start
To make a brand new start
To make a brand new start


. . .


Hidden in the back seat of my head
Some place I can't remember where
I found it just by coincidence
An' now I'm all hung up again
Just like a soldier from the past
Who won't be told it's over yet
Refusing to put down his gun
He's gotta hurt someone
He'll keep on fighting 'til his war is won

Waiting for the moment
Keep on looking for a sign

Extraordinary - trying to cease the war inside
Hidden in the back seat of my head
Some place I can't remember where
I found it just by coincidence
An' now I'm all hung up again

. . .


She's in my head
She's in my mind
And I'm all she says
Yes she knows me well
As well as you can
She's on my side
I often hide
In her magic hair
And there I learn again - the joy of life
The wonder of it all
And this I feel - that through her I learn
Another way to be

You take my breath, I feel consumed
Take it all - I want to know
What lies behind - your smiles and shells
Wish I knew you well

Come in my head
Come in my mind
You can only love, when you open up
To be yourself

. . .


Like pebbles on a beach
Kicked around, displaced by feet
Like broken stones - all trying to get home.
Like a loser's reach
Too slow & short to hit the peaks
So lost & alone - trying to get home.

As another piece shatters
Another little bit gets lost
And what else really matters - at such a cost?

Like a loser's reach -
Too slow & short to hit the peaks
So lost & alone - trying to get home.

Trying to get home -
Like broken stones - All trying to get home.

. . .


Into the mists of time and space
Where we have no say over date and place
Don't get embarrassed if it happens a lot,
That you don't know how you started or where you're gonna stop
And if at times it seems insane - all the tears in searching;
Turning all your joy to pain - in pursuit of learning;
Buy a dream and hideaway - can't escape the sorrow;
Your mojo will have no effect - as we head into tomorrow

Round and round like a twisted wheel
Spinning in attempt to find the feel
Find the path that will help us find
A feeling of control over lives and minds

And if at times it seems insane - all the tears in searching;
Turning all your joy to pain - in pursuit of learning;
Buy a dream and hideaway - can't escape the sorrow;
Your mojo will have no effect - as we head

Into the stars and always up
Drinking from a broken cup
Whose golden gleam is fading fast
Praying that it has not passed
Into tomorrow

. . .


See also:

blog comments powered by Disqus



© 2011 Music World. All rights reserved.