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Speed Ballads (07/30/1998)
07/30/1998
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No Android dreamt of Victoria or tube station allergens
Just allergic to the 20th century but hating every morning
Shouting out but nobody hears she said she loved someone
But it didn't begin, so each morning I'm calling

From the rush hour with love
From the rush hour with love
From the rush hour with love
Stop sleeping, stop sleeping

I came back as an insect but in another space and time
I could love and share and feel my feet in the sand
Stuck down the back of the Westway
Time check 8:15, he said he loved someone
But he didn't love him so, each morning I'm calling

From the rush hour with love
(Get up wake up)
From the rush hour with love
(Gonna get gonna get gone)
From the rush hour with love
(Get up, stop)
Stop sleeping, stop sleeping
(Sleeping, sleeping)

From the rush hour with love
From the rush hour with love
(Gonna get gonna get gone)
From the rush hour with love
(Get up wake up, get up)
Stop sleeping, stop sleeping
(Sleeping, sleeping)

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Ice cold, heart stone
You want fresh meat but I won't eat it
You can't touch me, your insides ugly

It's a slap in the face but you gave it away
You give in to fame then you found yourself high
And you're gonna feel low and you find yourself
Colder than the winter, can't bare to be alone

Faded man

Ice cold, bare bones, you take flesh
And you take aspirin, glad I faked it 'cos now it's ended
'Cos you found yourself high, now you're going below
When your throat becomes dry and you wanna go home

Faded man

But the airports are closed and
Your credit card knows your honesty's
Left back on the runway, screaming
For the phone, it's the fading of a man

Like a slap in the face but you gave it away
You gave in to fame then you found yourself high
And you're gonna feel low and you find yourself
Colder than the winter, melting like the snow

Faded man

And you find yourself high, now you're going below
And your faces are changing like the seasons
Breaking like a bone, it's the fading of a man

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Jimmy came down from the northwest
Said, there's a couple of things I wanna get off my chest
Like eat some food you're looking like a ghost
And how come you always hurt the ones that you love most
I've pulled myself together it tore us apart

I've been on the M1 for most of the night
You're born and then you live, then you die
You get one try and I've tried everything
A cannon's loose you were telling the truth

And I lied caught offside so don't say anything
And Jimmy said words I hadn't heard before
Like licentiousness and what about getting a job
But the blood in your body as you're coming down

It stings like the cold wind, that blows round your friends
You're born and then you live, then you die
You get one try and I've tried everything
A cannon's loose you were telling the truth

And I lied caught offside so don't say anything
Like a moon soaked summer night
On a rainy Westbourne Park day
We're together we're apart

Hell I'm crazy, I'm wrong and you're right
You're born and then you live, then you die
You get one try and I've tried everything
A cannon's loose you were telling the truth

And I lied caught offside so don't say anything
You're born and then you live, then you die
You get one try and I've tried everything
A cannon's loose you were telling the truth

And I lied caught offside so don't say anything
Just try everything just try everything

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Future you, future me
You make the whole damn day feel longer
It's taking me over
It makes me feel older

Creature you, creature me
I shed my coat but it turned winter
Just look at the weather
It's raining forever

But I could stay, stay in this luxury cage
Wouldn't that be great
I don't think so
(I don't think so)

Yeah, I could stay, stay in this sparkling fake
Stay in this beautiful masquerade
I don't think so
(I don't think so)

Future you, future me
I shut myself out from the world now
The sounds getting so loud
You're making me spin round

But I could stay, stay in this luxury cage
Wouldn't that be great
I don't think so
(I don't think so)

Yeah, I could stay, stay in this sparkling fake
Stay in this beautiful waste of space
I don't think so
(I don't think so)

Future you, future me
I guess I'll have to set my sights higher
I'm too near a liar
It makes my feel tired

But I could stay, stay in this luxury cage
Wouldn't that be great
I don't think so
(I don't think so)

Yeah, I could stay, stay in this sparkling fake
Stay in this beautiful waste of space
I don't think so
(I don't think so)

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My skin creeps
I'd like to sleep
World get up without me
Another day that I'll hate
And it takes so long
And the people come
And it's every freezing morning
Sometimes they never come at all
Just sitting here with shoes and perfume
Make up and the mirror
Just give it up, Let me out
Out of here, Faster don't stop
Get me out, Out of here
Faster faster
My feet on fire
Yeah he's a liar
Playing judge and jury
I'll just pretend he's someone else
And the phone can ring and I won't begin now
To say that I'm not your baby
I kind of wished I never was
Not stayin' here
With you the rent the red bills
And the tears
Just give it up
Let me out
Out of here
Faster
Don't stop
Get me out
Out of here
Faster faster
Faster faster
Faster faster

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Everything that I ever found
I'm switching over to a low tar brand
Got cable video with surround sound
I lie in bed and watch the world go round
Got CNN baby, got ISDN baby

Everything is useless, everything is stupid
Nothing's feeling new
Everything is useless, everybody's clueless
Nothing's feeling new

Got Sherman filters and Virgin Peps
Got mini disc and virtual pets, yeah
Fizzy drinks are gonna rot your brain
Got Patrick Cox mules and Donna Karan

I got the wide screen Star Wars Trilogy
Got belly rings and flings and Hard Candy
That's Urban Decay baby, got Space NK oh, baby

Everything is useless, everything is stupid
Nothing's feeling new
Everything is useless, everybody's clueless
Nothing's feeling new

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Everybody's talking about a new beginning
A new place to drink in, a fast new boyfriend
A new science for a brand new century
A message to the future electronic holiday

Let the clock roll
So let the clock (the world is outside)
Roll (stars in the sky)
The clock hits midnight
Devil's hitting midnight
We hit midnight

New Year everything's gone quiet
Everybody's talking about a new space station
Your teeth falling out in the radiation
All your insurance and all your air miles
In gigantic computer millennium violence
Let the clock roll

So let the clock (the word is out now)
Roll (the sky's falling down)
The clock hits midnight
Devil's hitting midnight
We hit midnight
We hit midnight

New Year everything's gone quiet
Everybody suddenly thinks it's underground
To get into bands that split up in the 60's
Burn up the software learn that guitar
And get on the radio in America - yeah!

The clock hits midnight
Devil's hitting midnight
We hit midnight

New year everything's gone quiet
Clock hits midnight
Devil's hitting midnight
Rip it up midnight
New Year everything's gone quiet

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She said she'd lie for you, she said she'd die for you.
She said she'd fly in the sky, said she'd cry for you.
She said she's proud of you and that she loves you, too
Put on a show, cos she knows what you're going through.

She says I'm looking rough, I'm on a diet and stuff.
Now it's all gone wrong, boy, she knows that it's tough
She says she'll do what she can, cos she's my number one fan
Take a bite, don't fight what he told her last night.

Do you want to know about us?

She's got pretty girl hate.
Funny how a so-called friend delete everything she said
Apologies, they come too late.
She's got pretty girl lies.
Every single time. She's got pretty girl ... hate!

And then she changed her tune in just one afternoon
Hates my guts, won't stop til I'm outta the room
She lets the rumours fly, she got a devious mind
Attitude, bitter fruit, and an evil eye.

She's not a part of my life.

She's got pretty girl hate.
Funny how a so-called friend delete everything she said
Apologies, they come too late.
She's got pretty girl lies.
Black and white, all the time - you do everything in spite.
Your jealousy, it's deep inside.
She's got pretty girl...

Do you want to know about us?
She's not a part of my life.

She's got pretty girl hate.
Funny how a so-called friend delete everything she said
Apologies, they come too late.
She's got pretty girl lies.
Black and white, all the time - you do everything in spite.
Your jealousy, it's deep inside.
She's got pretty girl...

. . .


Kowloon gardens was some where a short cut through
'Til I met you, now we're lying on your bed
Watching Kung Fu movies, there are no days or nights
Just you and me and Bruce Lee

We shout we fight, we chase the night
But we disagree Kung Fu movies
Kung Fu movies, Kung Fu movies
Kung Fu, Shaolin and fu sang yang, Seng li, all the time

Dragon master, deadly Venoms five, Hong Kong style
Kung Fu movies, Kung Fu movies
Kung Fu movies, Kung Fu
I frustrate you, complicate you, I'll hit and hurt you

It's Hang Seng baby
Cos' one of these days when I make money
I'll blow away these Kowloon gardens
And you and Kung Fu, you and Kung Fu

You and Kung Fu, you and Kung Fu
I'll blow away these Kowloon gardens and
Kung Fu movies, Kung Fu movies
Kung Fu movies, Kung Fu

Ngo jah che hi sickfan, gung hoi fat choy gowlong
Ngo tung kwilo a ma va, leung kar m hoi ta

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On heavenly Sunday as he touches your insides
He said the last thing on my mind was to cheat on you
Go down Queensway as you start another fight
You know it spoils my appetite you're a selfish boy

Just sit and wonder as your dreams go up in smoke
You're stealing cars and selling dope
Now you've sold your soul
And I'm hanging out with Mortal Combat 2

And Haagen-Daaz and early cure, how I miss you so
Pub pusher onlookers

Call for pizza there's a pub pusher on the ground
Pub pusher born loser
Call the doctor there's a pub pusher on the ground
Pub pusher tried to kill ya

Call the cops there's a pub pusher on the ground
On his back there's a pub pusher on the ground
Give blood there's a pub pusher on the ground
Pub pusher call the preacher
They don't believe there's a pub pusher on the ground

Pub pusher
Pub pusher
Pub pusher
Pub pusher

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