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Saint Etienne Album



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Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. /

All of his friends have been wondering /
Why he spent so long with her; /
He's so dark and moody, /
She is his sunshine girl. /

Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. /

In the bed where they make love /
She's in a film on the sheets. /
He shows dreams like a movie, /
She's the softness of cinema seats. /

Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. /

He sees all of the girls /
Like demi moore as she sighs. /
Dreams come true as he holds her, /
`til the x's come up in her eyes. /

Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. /

Like roses grow in a churchyard, /
Her skin as white as the milk, /
Just like a sherpa tensing /
Under a manilla silk. /

Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. /
Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala...


. . .


Il n'y a pas grand monde ce soir, deux mille spectateurs environ. À toute à l'heure.

Inter football, France football. Une emission du Service des Sports présenté par Jacques Vendroux.

Inter football, France football. Présenté en direct du stade de Saint Ouen—que.... non, Saint Étienne!

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When you were young
And on
Your own,
How did it feel
To be
Alone?
I was always thinking,
Games that I was playing,
Trying to make the best of my time.

But only love
Can break
Your heart;
Try to be sure
Right from
The start.
Yes, only love
Can break
Your heart,
But if your world
Should fall
Apart...

I have a friend
I've nev- -er seen
He hides his head
Inside
A dream
Someone should call him
And see if he can come out,
Try to lose the gang that he's found.

But only love
Can break
Your heart;
Try to be sure
Right from
The start.
Yes, only love
Can break
Your heart,
But if your world
Should fall
Apart...

I was always thinking,
I was always thinking.
I was always thinking,
I was always thinking.
I was always thinking,
I was always thinking.
I was always thinking.

I was always thinking,
Games that I was playing.
I was always thinking,
Games that I was playing.
I was always thinking,
I was always thinking.
I was always thinking,
I was always thinking.
I - / I - / I - / I - /
I was always thinking,
Games that I was playing.
I was always thinking,
Games that I was playing.
I was always thinking,
Games that I was playing.
I was always thinking,
Games that I was playing.


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(Sample)
Thank you every - come on,
give her a proper Liverpool hand you can do better than that!
And now, ladies and gentlemen what you've been waiting for.

(sung)
I've come a long way
(spoken)
I've come a long long way since the day you walked into mylife
(sung)
You walked into my life
(spoken)
You smoothed out all of the rough edges with your sweet
love and devotion
(sung)
I was tired, in love like a fool
(spoken)
I was tired of living the life of a fool I was wondering
where I'd gone wrong
(sung)
But I know it's gonna work out fine
(spoken)
But I know it's gonna work out fine when I see that
look in your eyes

CHORUS
yeah
I've never felt so good
I've never felt so strong
Nothing can stop us now
No, no, no, no

(sung)
I've heard some people say
(spoken)
Yeah nothing can stop us now I've heard people
say that a man who needs a woman is weak
(sung) So wrong oh they're so wrong
(spoken)
But they'te so wrong because nobody can hide from love
(sung)
Ooh do you want to know
(spoken)
Do you want to know, do you want to know something else that'strue?
(sung)
It's true it's true just the touch of your hand, wo-oh
(spoken)
Just the touch of your hand and I know we can make it

CHORUS

I've never felt so strong
I've never felt so good
Nothing can stop us now.

Nothing, nothing etc.


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Cigarette, a cup of tea, a bun.

Ooh... /
Button up your sheepskin carraway, / rainy cafe, kentish town, tuesday. /
Barry's looking through the racing post, / orders coffee, another round of toast. /
Lucy writes a letter, / she'd like to spend an evening with prince b. /
[when they perform the song live, the verse is often extended to:
Lucy writes a letter, / and harvey throws his arms around vanessa /
? ? ? spoke with pm dawn ? ? ? / she'd like to spend an evening with prince b.]

When we meet for a while, / tuesday morning ten a.m. /
When we meet for a while, / tuesday morning ten a.m. /
Everyone's dreaming of all they've got to live for, /
Joking around, still digging that sound. /
Everyone's dreaming of all they've got to live for. /

Squeezy bottles under pepsi signs, / joe and johnny chew the bacon rind. /
Jackie wants to meet the glitter band, / dilworth is a strange and lovely man, /
And eubank wins the fight, / and did you see the klf last night? /
[when they perform the song live, the verse is often extended:
Robbie wants to be the heavy [? ] / ? ? ? /]

When we meet for a while, / tuesday morning ten a.m. /
When we meet for a while, / tuesday morning ten a.m. /
Everyone's dreaming of all they've got to live for, /
Joking around, still digging that sound. /
Everyone's dreaming of all they've got to live for. /

Rainy cafe, kentish town, tuesday, /
Joking around, still digging that sound. /
Everyone's dreaming of all they've got to live for. /

When we meet for a while, / tuesday morning ten a.m. /
When we meet for a while, / tuesday morning ten a.m. /
When we meet for a while, / tuesday morning ten a.m. /
When we meet for a while, / tuesday morning ten a.m. (ten a.m.) /
When we meet for a while, / tuesday morning ten a.m. /
When we meet for a while, / tuesday morning ten a.m. (ten a.m.)/
When we meet for a while (meet for a while, / meet for a while, meet for a while.) /
When we meet for a while (meet for a while, / meet for a while, meet for a while.)


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[sample:]
A lemonade.

Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.

[backing throughout the verses:] ba-ba-da ba-da ba-ba-ba-da...

Pass me the suitcase, baby. I know its not that easy and
Give me my mirror, love, just give me back my memories,
And oh, oh, how many years is it now maurice?

Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
And, ooh, oh the clowns no good.

And I was half-asleep, and riding on a slow-coach, I
Think I lose all these things still, meaning Im not holy and, oh,
Oh, your honey-dish, oh, its on my list.

Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
And, ooh, oh the clowns no good.

Wish my hearts wish climbing out your window
For your savage amusement.
You put a spell over me, well,
Smells like lemon flavour.

Ba-ba-da ba-da ba-ba-ba-da...

Tuesday, if I had you back again you know Im against the future.
Wednesday, I was a little girl (I was the little girl whod like to snog your face.)
And ooh, oh, how many years is it now maurice?

Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
And, ooh, oh the clowns no good.

Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
And, ooh, oh the clowns no good.
And, ooh, oh the clowns no good.
And, ooh, oh the clowns no good.
And, ooh, oh the clowns no good.
And, ooh, oh the clowns no good.
And, ooh, oh the clowns no good.
(and then I shall go back to maurice.)
And, ooh, oh the clowns no good.


. . .



Toast is burned,
and your coffee's cold,
and you leave all the post `cause it's nothing but bills again.

Home from work,
put the TV on.
Get your kicks watching Bruce on the old Generation Game

Just dial my number,
I've got some plans for you.
You're in a bad way
and I can help you through.
You're in a bad way,
every day is just the same.
Just dial my number
or call my name.


Jeans are old
and your hair's all wrong
Don't you know that crew-cuts and trainers are out again?
Going out
you're feeling low
Running for cover, it looks like it's going to rain.
(What a shame!)


Just dial my number,
I've got some plans for you.
You're in a bad way
and I can help you through.
You're in a bad way,
every day is just the same.
Just dial my number
or call my name.

Just dial my number,
I've got some plans for you.
You're in a bad way
and I can help you through.
You're in a bad way,
every day is just the same.
Just dial my number
or call my name.

You're in a bad way,
(you're in a bad way)
You're in a bad way,
(you're in a bad way)
You're in a bad way,
(you're in a bad way)
You're in a bad way,
(you're in a bad way)
Yeah!


. . .



Ooh, / what are you thinking of? /
Boy, / what are you dreaming of? / (anyway,) /
I run around the streets to find you, /
Shout your name, I want to hold you, / (what are you thinking of? ) /
I run around the streets to find you, /
Shout your name, I want to hold you. /

I'll be there / to run into your arms. /
I'll be there. / won't you hug my soul? /

Ooh, / what are you thinking of? /
Boy, / you're thinking about my love. / (anyway,) /
You're walking through my dreams at night, /
Losing all my appetite, oh no, / (what are you thinking of? ) /
You're walking through my dreams at night, /
Losing all my appetite, oh no, /

I'll be there / to run into your arms. /
I'll be there. / won't you hug my soul? /
I'll be there / to run into your arms. /
I'll be there. / baby, we're alright (alright, alright.) /

I'll be there / to run into your arms. /
I'll be there. / won't you hug my soul? /
I'll be there / to run into your arms. /
I'll be there. / baby, we're alright (alright, alright.)

Duppa duppa da, / duppa duppa da, /
Dup da, / dup da, /
[whistling] /
Dup da, / dup da...


. . .



He's gone, he's gone.


She wears sad jeans torn at the waistband.
Her pretty face is stained with tears.
And in her right hand she clasps a letter;
I know this means that he has gone.


And in this town of mis-guided tourists,
she never thought she'd fall in love.
It was a few days after her birthday,
The thrill hostess gave her first kiss.


He said her skin smelled just like petals,
said stupid things he knew she'd like.
She said her life was like a motorway:
Dull, grey, and long 'til he came along.


He's gone, he's gone.


I said "How could he ever leave you?
You two were good, you were so right."
She said "I wish that he just left me;
He'd be alive, alive tonight."


He's gone, he's gone.
He's gone, he's gone.
He's gone, he's gone.


. . .



Sing your sing so soft and lonely
Your song so sharp
Softly, slowly, sing so softly

My pillow so soft and lovely
Memory just floats away
Gently, faintly, kiss my lips

Pull back the blinds
Catch the falling snow
21st of June
It’s Christmas in my soul

Sing so softly, softly singing
Softly, slowly, softly, slowly

(I think you’re gorgeous
Let your wings uncurl)


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[intro sample on You're In A Bad Way version:]
Where is your respirator?
Nicked.
Hm?
Captain - kiss tell.
WHAT?


[The song is an instrumental]

[outro sample on You're In A Bad Way version:]
Each year at this time, five-and-twenty past two, I'm peculiarly partial to a drop of traditional spong-bake. Purchase or hire thirty-eight ripe spongs. Wheel them home, and shoot them. Then simply bake them, and eat them once. The end.

. . .



(bup bup ba-da bup bup ba-da-da) /
Join our club! / (bup bup ba-da bup bup ba-da-da) /

Don't / you / worry `bout a thing. /
Teen spirit / is the '90s scene! /
I know you want to hold my hand, /
I know you're going to love my band, yeah! /

Join our club! / (bup bup ba-da bup bup ba-da-da) (do you believe in magic? ) /
Join our club! / (bup bup ba-da bup bup ba-da-da) (do you believe in magic? ) /

You should / call us up tonight. /
Our time, / everything's alright. /
There's gonna be a storm quite soon, /
Get ready `cause we're coming through, yeah! /

Join our club! / (bup bup ba-da bup bup ba-da-da) (do you believe in magic? ) /
Join our club! / (bup bup ba-da bup bup ba-da-da) (do you believe in magic? ) /

(do you believe in magic? ) /
(do you believe in magic? ) /

Slip on your pink fur coat, / bring your rude pictures, /
Put on your teenage head - / this is a love thing! /
We all want to / kiss the sky; /
Join our club, / we're going to try! /

Join our club! / (bup bup ba-da bup bup ba-da-da) (do you believe in magic? ) /
Join our club! / (bup bup ba-da bup bup ba-da-da) (do you believe in magic? ) /
Join our club! / (bup bup ba-da bup bup ba-da-da) (do you believe in magic? ) /
Join our club! / (bup bup ba-da bup bup ba-da-da) (do you believe in magic? ) /

(do you believe in magic? ) /
(do you believe in magic? ) /
(do you believe in magic? ) /


. . .



You can tell me a thousand times or more
It's all in the past
Your words just won't convince me
I'm smarter than that

And any fool can see
That even though you're here with me
Your mind, your mind, your mind
Is some place else
Your mind, your mind, your mind
Is some place else

I know the place, I was there once
But I don't think I'll ever see it again
Your mind, your mind, your mind
Is some place else
Your mind, your mind, your mind
Is some place else

Since the first time I heard her name I knew
We'd never be the same
I don't need to hear you say it to know
It's started again

And any fool can see
That you have given up on me
Your mind, your mind, your mind's
On someone else
Your mind, your mind, your mind's
On someone else

I know the girl who's in my place
And I know I can never face her again
Your mind, your mind, your mind's
On someone else
Your mind, your mind, your mind's
On someone else


. . .



Who am i? /
I'm just a girl / who only wants /
To try / to do what's right; /
I'll never make / you cry, /
But you're no good for me, and /
Who do you think you are? /
You tried to push me a bit too far, /
And every day sees another scar. /
Oh tell me, who do you think you are? /
If you want me there, / you gotta care! /
Oh tell me, /

Who do you think you are (who) /
Taking advantage of me this way? /
Tell me, who do you think you are (who), /
Hurting me more with the things you say? /
It's not fair, / you don't care. /
Who do you really think that you are? (who) /

Where are we? (oh where are we? ) /
We're at the cross roads and /
I just / can't see (just can't see) /
Which way to take / to keep you
Here / with me (here with me). /
The lights are changing, baby, /
Who do you think you are? /
You tried to push me a bit too far, /
And every day sees another scar. /
Oh tell me, who do you think you are? /
If you want me there, / you gotta care! /
Oh tell me, /

Who do you think you are (who) /
Taking advantage of me this way? /
Tell me, who do you think you are (who), /
Hurting me more with the things you say? /
It's not fair, / you don't care. /
Who do you really think that you are? (who) /

If you want me there, / you gotta care! /
Oh tell me, /

Who do you think you are (who) /
Taking advantage of me this way? /
Tell me, who do you think you are (who), /
Hurting me more with the things you say? /
It's not fair, / you don't care. /
Who do you really think that you are? (who)/

Who do you think you are (who) /
Taking advantage of me this way? /
Tell me, who do you think you are (who), /
Hurting me more with the things you say? /
It's not fair, / you don't care...


. . .



Ha, ha, ha... Roll the tape!

Spent a summer holed up in a room,
Looking pretty, won't you be here soon?
Euro-disney could not work at all
Little bird had told me in the fall.

Getting groovy after hallowe’en,
Mid-november, got back on the scene.
I’m so glad that I just got my pay -
I was born on christmas day.

In december, my heart’s full of spring.
I could phone you, tell you everything,
Like the crazy evenings on the yacht;
Tim and Sarah went and tied the knot!

Did you know they pulled the town hall down?
I don’t think you’ll recognise this town.
Never could have been a tennis wife,
Get into the acting life.

Getting groovy after hallowe’en,
Mid-november, got back on the scene.
I’m so glad that I just got my pay!
I was born on christmas day.
I was born on christmas day.
I was born on christmas day.


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