Saint Etienne Album

The shade of the September grass
Down avenues chasing your childhood
Scratching our names on a tree
These things will remind me of you

Oh, sometime
No, maybe tomorrow

Her hair was as soft as the snow
Watching the Sun rise from my house
The pilot is calling for help
And something reminds me of you

Oh, and we’re coming down...

Ooh-ooh-ooh / ooh, /
Ooh-ooh-ooh / ooh, /
Ooh-ooh-ooh / ooh. /

Just let me know / when you've found someone new. /
You give me the feeling, / you give me something / else to do, oh yeah.

Ooh-ooh-ooh / ooh, /
Ooh-ooh-ooh / ooh, /
Ooh-ooh-ooh / ooh. /

You never showed me / what you're dreaming of. /
Whenever you're with me, sugar, / I don't / want you to stop, oh no. /

Ooh-ooh-ooh / ooh, /
Ooh-ooh-ooh / ooh, /
Ooh-ooh-ooh / ooh. /

They're calling it new wave, / but it's / just the same. /
They're calling it new wave, / I said it's just the same, oh yeah. /

Ooh-ooh-ooh / ooh, /
Ooh-ooh-ooh / ooh, /
Ooh-ooh-ooh / ooh...

[No lyrics]

Oh, you tell me you feel cheated
So you're packing up and leaving me
And you've met some other girl
Who's laughter set you free

Think twice, baby
Think twice, baby
Think twice, baby
Don't turn your back on the love you've known

If I could turn back the hands of time
I'd build a love strong enough for two
No, I won't deny I've lied
But the trouble with me is you

Love takes some time to grow
You've only known her a week or two
Use your head, not just your heart
When you tell me that we're through

Think twice before you leave
That's my advice, baby
Don't keep love in waiting
Baby, baby

[No lyrics]

Now, hold the boat steady
Don't you let it rock
Both stay ahead till we hit the top
We're heading for home
The fishing was great
We're coming in loaded
'Cause we're out of bait

Oh, yeah, we're coming in loaded
Yeah, we're coming in low
Yeah, we're coming in loaded
Yeah, we're coming in low
Yeah, we're coming in loaded
Yeah, we're coming in low
Yeah, we're coming in loaded
Come on baby, let's go!

Some fat boat at the water line
Some guy waving that the catch is mine
Neighbours are relieved of man on man
We're coming in loaded just as fast as we can

Oh, yeah, we're coming in loaded
Yeah, we're coming in low
Yeah, we're coming in loaded
Yeah, we're coming in low
Yeah, we're coming in loaded
Yeah, we're coming in low
Yeah, we're coming in loaded
Come on baby, let's go!

Gonna see my baby soon as I get back
Knock on the door when my brother gets back
He will look at me, he can't say no
We're coming in loaded so come on, let's go!

[This song is an instrumental, using the following sample:]
I don't know why I love you, / but I love you.
[outro sample:]
I'm the dummy, Nicky. I'm always the dummy.
You're right, Pete. You're always the dummy. I forgot. I'm sorry.

SARAH CRACKNELL...

“I am tired and I’m bored” he said
“And I’ve got kinks in my bed
This work, how I hate it - I’d much rather play
Nothing to do but I do need a rest”

(Let’s just get started and make a mess)

Morton stood up and said “What’s that?”
It’s the 15th of May and I’m cold and I’m wet
He turned without stopping and smiled to the pilot
“People weather the terrible storm”

(A different space for us all)

STEPHEN DUFFY...

“A scene from a film circa 1982. We drove down George Street, en route to Wendy's. Glen Campbell was on the radio singing about cleaning his gun and dreaming of Galveston. "What's this?" she said. "It's Hall & Oates or nothing for me."
Of course, this was pre-House Nation and I asked her "What is anyone going to remember this decade for?" She paused for a second, then said:

"Waffle cardigans, Wentworth jail, rah-rah skirts straight out of Hell, Andrew ??? and BMX bikes, Chernenko and miners' strikes, Nikky Kershaw and Red Ken, Peter Tatchell and Dirty Den, Mark King slapped his bass, and early issues of The Face, Sigue Sigue Sputnik, Margaret Thatcher, Toto Coelo, and Spycatcher, E.T., Arthur, Elmo's Fire, not a patch on Billy Liar, Phil Redmond and Transformers, Tin Tin Duffy in leg-warmers, Stu Damer, evil Tel, Roger Hebert, what a pal, Steven Waldorf, Jerry Gross, Do The Hucklebuck by Coast To Coast, Steve Blacknell on the telly, the classic beard of Altobelli, Leon Klinghofer, baby duck(?), blonde highlights, flourescent sock, Steve Lynex and Gordon Smith, Martin Fry grew a quiff, Haysi Fantayzee, Videotech, Shakey drove us crazy, what the heck, Hazel O'Connor in Breaking Glass, Gripper Stebson's in the class."

And I said, "I don't remember any of that. If you can remember the '80s you weren't there. Uh, you know, I remember Scott Crolla in his Furry Freak Brothers t-shirt, if that's any help."

[No lyrics]

Ee-ehhh, you be nice without long hair. now is cool, mmm? but your friend, I think they not recognise you...
There's a story: / I was a lonely girl, /
Going nowhere / in a dead end world, /
But now I'm moving / this is my day today, /
Now I'm a good thing / I'm gonna get my way. /
So won't you stop now / and take a look at me, /
'cause I'm everything / that a girl should be, /
And if you ask me/ you know I'm not sure why /
I just decided / I've got to touch the sky /

Because... /
Everything I touch is turning into gold, /
Turning into gold, / turning into gold. /
Everything I touch is turning into gold. /
Watch me baby, / ooh-ooh ooh. /

You say you need her, / but you just make me laugh; /
You know you love me - / do you want my photograph? /
I'm gonna get you; / I'm bending all the rules, /
You better lose her / 'cause she's the queen of fools. /
You're gonna get down, / get down on your knees, /
I'll make you beg me, / beg me pretty please? /
'cause I'm your future baby, / I'm your fantasy. /
So hey, hey honey, / give it all to me, / yeah. /

Everything I touch is turning into gold, /
Turning into gold, / turning into gold. /
Everything I touch is turning into gold. /
Watch me baby, / ooh-ooh ooh. /

Everything I touch is turning into gold, /
Turning into gold, / turning into gold. /
Everything I touch is turning into gold. /
Watch me baby, / ooh-ooh ooh. /

Everything I touch is turning into gold, /
Turning into gold, / turning into gold. /
Everything I touch is turning into gold. /
Watch me baby, / ooh-ooh ooh. /

Everything I touch is turning into gold, /
Turning into gold, / turning into gold. / (everything I touch, / turning, / turning.) /
Everything I touch is turning into gold. /
Watch me baby, / ooh-ooh ooh. / (turning baby, / turning me.) /

Everything I touch is turning into gold, /
Turning into gold, / turning into gold. /
Everything I touch is turning into gold. /
Hey there, honey, / ooh-ooh ooh. /
[to fade...]

[intro sample:] Say / don't you think / ??? / communism is fucked / ??? ???


[This song is an instrumental.]

Take my hand, / I'm a stranger in paradise. /
All lost in a wonderland, / a stranger in paradise. /
If I stand starry-eyed / that's a danger in paradise /
for mortals who stand / beside an angel like you. /


I saw your face / and I ascended, /
out of the common place / into the rare. /
Somewhere in space / I hang suspended /
until I know / there's a chance that you care. /


Oh, won't you answer this loving prayer /
of a stranger in paradise? /
Don't send me in dark despair / for all that I hunger for. /
But open your angel arms / to the stranger in paradise, /
and tell him that he need be / a stranger no more. /


Take my hand, / I'm a stranger in paradise. /
All lost in a wonderland, / a stranger in paradise. /
If I stand starry-eyed / that's a danger in paradise /
for mortals who stand / beside an angel like you. /


Touch me, / I'm a stranger in paradise. /
la, la, la, la, la, la, la, /
la, la, la, la, la. /
Touch me, / I'm a stranger in paradise. /
la, la, la, la, la, la, la, /
la, la, la, la, la. /
Touch me, / I'm sick.