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The Bluetones
The Bluetones


Background information
Origin Hounslow, London, England
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Indie Rock
Britpop
Years active 1993—2011
Website Website
Members
Mark Morriss
Adam Devlin
Scott Morriss
Eds Chesters
Former members
Richard Payne



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The Bluetones Album


The Early Garage Years (2007)
2007
1.
2.
3.
4.
Slight Return (Limited-Edition UK/Japan 7)
5.
No. 11 (
6.
7.
8.
Cut Some Rug (Home-Made Four-Track Demo)
9.
Talking To Clarry (Home-Made Eight-Track Demo)
10.
Are You Blue Or Are You Blind? (Home-Made Eight-Track Demo)
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Sleep clouds disperse and settle on my bed
Leave my eyes but cling like cobwebs to my head
Its like the book I never read oh the dust inside my head

(chorus)
Can't be bought
And you can keep tommorow
Can't be saved
There ain't no flies on me
Can't be caught
The plague that ate your soul can keep away from me

Down the evening rain falls
Waltzing round my feet
Paints reflections of the houses on my street
Drawn out as the night draws in
By the sound of laughing
The smell of sin

(chorus)

Smile again for me
As if you're going to say
'Nothing could have done all this
And then gone away'
I may have just saved my life
On a childish whim
Or a pretty rhyme

(chorus)
x2


. . .



I don't have to be feeling down to speak with you.
And I'll visit you not only when I'm feeling blue.
You make me happy when I was happy to start with.
You make my life so precious and so easy to part with.
Life rolls along and teaches us nothing.
So why am I still around waiting for something?
Do you have the answers to all of my questions?
Maybe not, but I'd like to hear your suggestions. Yeah.

Talk to me, you don't talk to me.
Talk to me, you don't talk to me.

People in corridors, people in doorways.
People wherever I turn.
So many people crowd out the shadows.
So many people to love.
And to burn.

Communication is blurred.
I can't understand a word.
Though there's nothing to be heard.
It's all gone quite absurd.
Communication is blurred.
I can't understand a word.
Though there's nothing to be heard.
It's all gone quite absurd.
Communication is blurred.
I can't understand a word.
Though there's nothing to be heard.
It's all gone quite, all gone quite absurd.


. . .



Who is she to say you can't be trusted?
And come to think of it, how does she know?
Her doubt is just her faith in disappointment.
She can't be blamed if she decides to go.

Her dignity is what makes her an angel.
You know she needs it more than she needs you.
It doesn't pay to take these things for granted.
Something which you always seem to do.
You always seem to do.

But she just wants to spend some time with you.
Just a minute or just a moment.
Just long enough to throw one good clean punch.

Now you've reached the point where she sees through you.
Your low esteem and lack of self-control.
Everything she had she handed to you.
And what she didn't give you, you stole.
You couldn't have so you stole.

Sometimes I stop to question it all.
Must I look at the stars, and live in the dirt?
When all I have to show for my doubt is a blow to the lip, and some blood on my shirt.


. . .



Where did you go?
When things went wrong for you?
When the knives came out for you?
Where did you go?
All you needed was a friend.
You just had to ask and then...

You don't have to have the solution, you've got to understand the problem.
And don't go hoping for a miracle.
All this will fade away.
So I'm coming home.
I'm coming home.

What did you learn?
Locked away all on your own, chance and your head all blown.
What did you learn?
It was unfortunate.
You missed your chance to find out that:

You don't have to have the solution, you've got to understand the problem.
And don't go hoping for a miracle.
All this will fade away.
So I'm coming home.
I'm coming home.

You don't have to have the solution, you've got to understand the problem.
And don't go hoping for a miracle, yeah.
All this will fade away.
So I'm coming home.
I'm coming home.
I'm coming home.

But just for a short while.


. . .

No. 11 (

[No lyrics]

. . .



God knows I've tried to bridge the gap, I've tried to be near.
Time after time I've lied just to say the things you wanted to hear.
Look, look what I've done, look what I do.
I'm starting to pull myself through.

Hell could feasably freeze, but in your eyes I'll always be the fountainhead.
The boy whose thoughts keep running away.
And you know I'm right.

Wasn't it you who said that when looking to open the eyes in my head?
And now I can see from your mistakes you're as blind as me.
God knows I've tried.
God knows I try to be something more than I am.

Hell could feasably freeze but in your eyes I'll always be the fountainhead.
The boy whose thoughts keep running away.
And you know I'm right.

What can I say without being profound?
It's a game that we play, it goes round and around.
I shall stick to the rules but I won't suffer fools.
And I won't lose the plot and I won't lose my cool.
Can't you see what I've done?
Can't you see what I do?
It's not really unique, and it's hopelessly crude.
But these are my decisions, these are my mistakes.
And I'll fall down again, if that's what it takes.


. . .



Nothing I can do could ever bring those feelings back.
I've taken everything, my body is a bloated sack.
The days behind me start rolling into months.
Is time running out?

My head feels too heavy.
My legs feel too weak.
All I can do now is sleep.

Everything is empty now, the things I knew are gone.
Darkness lays dormant now where colour once shone.
I compromise my conscience just to get me through the day.
Is this my reward?
And I'm going on journeys.
I'm exhausting my muse.
I'm taking from everything to see what I can use.

If I found a brand new colour, something no one had ever seen.
I dug it up right there in my garden.
That would be the greatest thing.

Nothing I can do could ever bring those feelings back.
I've taken everything, my body is a bloated sack.
The days behind me start rolling into months.
Is time running out?
And faced with having to have and then lose.
I'd choose never to have had.

If I found a brand new colour, something no one had ever seen.
I dug it up right there in my garden.
That would be the greatest thing.

I only want to speak to you.
I only want to let you know.
But time and again my feelings never seem to show.

If I found a brand new colour, something no one had ever seen.
I dug it up right there in my garden.
And that would be the greatest thing.
Time and again.


. . .



Seems like your'e always a million miles away
As far as I'm concerned thats where you can stay
But all the time I'm reminded

(chorus)
And all the time you remind me
Of blitz-kreig and the doodle bug
Salt upon a bubbling slug
You say I can talk to you anytime
Though I just wanna cut some rug
Turn yourself away and shrug
And say I can talk to you anytime
Anytime

Used to be a time we had a lot in common
Now as far as i can see you got some thing coming yeah
And all the time your'e behind me

(chorus)

Easy living in a bubble
And no complication or trouble
But its hard to have responsibility
And judging by you a personality

(chorus)


. . .



I don't have to be feeling down to speak with you.
And I'll visit you not only when I'm feeling blue.
You make me happy when I was happy to start with.
You make my life so precious and so easy to part with.
Life rolls along and teaches us nothing.
So why am I still around waiting for something?
Do you have the answers to all of my questions?
Maybe not, but I'd like to hear your suggestions. Yeah.

Talk to me, you don't talk to me.
Talk to me, you don't talk to me.

People in corridors, people in doorways.
People wherever I turn.
So many people crowd out the shadows.
So many people to love.
And to burn.

Communication is blurred.
I can't understand a word.
Though there's nothing to be heard.
It's all gone quite absurd.
Communication is blurred.
I can't understand a word.
Though there's nothing to be heard.
It's all gone quite absurd.
Communication is blurred.
I can't understand a word.
Though there's nothing to be heard.
It's all gone quite, all gone quite absurd.


. . .



Sleep clouds disperse and settle on my bed
Leave my eyes but cling like cobwebs to my head
Its like the book I never read oh the dust inside my head

(chorus)
Can't be bought
And you can keep tommorow
Can't be saved
There ain't no flies on me
Can't be caught
The plague that ate your soul can keep away from me

Down the evening rain falls
Waltzing round my feet
Paints reflections of the houses on my street
Drawn out as the night draws in
By the sound of laughing
The smell of sin

(chorus)

Smile again for me
As if you're going to say
'Nothing could have done all this
And then gone away'
I may have just saved my life
On a childish whim
Or a pretty rhyme

(chorus)
x2


. . .


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