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The Darkness
The Darkness


Background information
Origin Lowestoft, Suffolk, England
Genre(s) Heavy Metal
Years active 2000—present
Label(s) Atlantic Records
Warner Music Group
Website Website
Members
Justin Hawkins
Dan Hawkins
Ed Graham
Frankie Poullain
Former members
Richie Edwards



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The Darkness Album


Permission To Land (2003)
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In a town in the East
The parishioners were visited upon
By a curious beast
And his eyes numbered by one and shone like the sun
And a glance beckoned the immediate loss
Of a cherished one
It was the coming of the

(Black Shunk) Black Shuck
(Black Shunk) Black Shuck
(Black Shunk) That dog don't give a fuck
Black Shuck
(Black Shunk) Black Shuck
(Black Shunk) Black Shuck
(Black Shunk) That dog don't give a fuck

Flames licke around the sacred spire
And the congregation's last line of defence
Was engulfed in fire
As thee flaming priest stepped into the firing line
on the business end of a beam of despair
God, he took his own life
During the coming of the

(Black Shunk) Black Shuck
(Black Shunk) Black Shuck
(Black Shunk) That dog don't give a fuck
Black Shuck
(Black Shunk) Black Shuck
(Black Shunk) Black Shuck
(Black Shunk) That dog don't give a fuck

A nimbus of blue light surrounds a crimson paw
As he takes another fatal swipe
At the Blythburgh Church Door

(Black Shunk) Black Shuck
(Black Shunk) Black Shuck
(Black Shunk) That dog don't give a fuck
Black Shuck
(Black Shunk) Black Shuck
(Black Shunk) Black Shuck
(Black Shunk) That dog don't give a fuck

(Black Shunk) Black Shuck
(Black Shunk) Black Shuck
(Black Shunk) That dog don't give a fuck
Black Shuck
(Black Shunk) Black Shuck
(Black Shunk) Black Shuck
(Black Shunk) That dog don't give a fuck


. . .



You are drunk and you are surely
In Latino lover mode
We all know what's on your agenda
We've broken the code

I've got no right to lay claim to her frame
But you soiled my obsession
You cunt

Get your hands off my woman motherfucker
Get your hands off my woman motherfucker

Octopus you've got six hands too many
And you can't keep them to yourself
You're too fat and too old to marry
So they've left you on the shelf

Get your hands off my woman motherfucker
Get your hands off my woman motherfucker
Get your hands off my woman motherfucker
Get your hands off my woman motherfucker
Ow!
Get your hands off my woman motherfucker

. . .


I can't get rid of you
I don't know what to do
I don't even know who's growing on who (yeah yeah)
cos everywhere i go your there
i can't get you outta my hair
i can't pretend that i don't care (it's not fair)

I'm being punished for all my offences
i wanna touch you but im afraid of the consequences
i wanna banish you from wench you came
but your part of me now and i've only got myself to blame

[Chorus:]

your really growing on me (or am i growing on you)
your really growing on me (or am i growing on you)
???
oww!

Sleeping in a empty bed
cos i can't get you outta my head
and i won't have enough until your dead (yeah you heard what i said)
i wanna shake you off but you just won't go
and you are all i'll ever need
but i don't want anyone to know
and your attached to me
and thats how you've grown
will you leave me alone?

[Repeat Chorus]

oww

[Instrumental]

[Repeat chorus]

oww

[Instrumental till fade]


. . .



Can't explain all the feelings that you're making me feel
My heart's in over drive and you're behind the steering wheel
Touching you, touching me, touching you cause you're touching me
I believe in a thing called love, just listen to the rhythm of my heart
There's a chance we can make it now
We'll be lookin till the sun goes down
I believe in a thing called love
Ooooooh (huh!)

I wanna kiss you every minute every hour everyday
You got me in a spin but everything is a ok

Touching you, touching me
Touching you cause you're touching me
I believe in a thing called love, just listen to the rhythm of my heart
There's a chance we can make it now
We'll be lookin till the sun goes down
I believe in a thing called love

. . .



The first flush of youth was upon you when our eyes first met
And I knew that to you and into your life I had to get
I felt light-headed at the touch of this strangers hand
An assault my defences systematically failed to withstand

Cos you came at a time
When the pursuit of one true love in which to fall
Was the be all and end all

Love is only a feeling
(Drifting away)
When I'm in your arms I start believing
(It's here to stay)
But love is only a feeling
Anyway

The state of elation that this union of hearts achieved
I had seen, I had touched, I had tasted and I truly believed
That the light of my life
Would tear a hole through each cloud that scudded by
Just to beam on you and i

Love is only a feeling
(Drifting away)
When I'm in your arms I start believing
(It's here to stay)
But love is only a feeling
Anyway, anyway

Love is only a feeling
(Drifting away)
And we've got to stop ourselves believing
(It's here to stay)
Cos love is only a feeling

. . .



My mamma wants to know
Where I'm spending all my dough
Honey, all she does is nag, nag, nag
But I wont apologize
I'd inject into my eyes
If there was nowhere else to stick my skag

All I want is brown
And I'm going into town
Shooting up as soon as I'm back
My friends have got some good shit
All I want is some of it
Gimme, gimme, gimme that smack

Well, I've ruined nearly all of my veins
Sticking that fucking shit into my arms

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Givin' up, givin' up, givin' a fuck
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Givin' up, givin' up, givin' a fuck

Getting off my face
There's a drogon I must chase
Honey I'm the scourge of all mankind
And everyone but me
Is destined just to be
Slaves to the remorseless grind

But I found myself an easy way out
Sticking that fucking shit into my arms
Into my arms

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Givin' up, givin' up, givin' a fuck
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Givin' up, givin' up, givin' a fuck

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Givin' up, givin' up, givin' a fuck
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Givin' up, givin' up, givin' a fuck
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Givin' up, givin' up, givin' a fuck
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

. . .



Kiss my arse, kiss my arse goodbye
Propelled by a carriage of aluminium am I
No more to rot in this sty
Turn my back on this shit-hole in the blink of an eye

Gimme the keys
You ain't gonna see me for dust
The Barnby Bends ain't gonna get the better of me
Gimme the keys
To any old bucket of rust
The acle Straights are gonna take me where I wanna be

Stuck in a rut
Stuck in a rut for eternity
Stuck in a rut
Stuck in a rut for eternity

The road is long and the lights are bright
Just 'cos you've lived here all your life doesn't make it alright
And the golden mile is paved with shite
Don't mind telling you I'm sick of walking up and down it every single fucking
night

Gimme the keys
You ain't gonna see me for dust
The Barnby Bends ain't gonna get the better of me
Gimme the keys
To any old bucket of rust
The acle Straights are gonna take me where I wanna be

Stuck in a rut
Stuck in a rut for eternity
Stuck in a rut
Stuck in a rut for eternity

Stuck in a rut
Stuck in a rut for eternity
Stuck in a rut

. . .



Hey you!
Do you remember me
I used to sit next to you at school
We indulged in all the extra-curricular activities
We weren't particularly cool

Monday cycling
Tuesday gymnastics
Dancing on a Friday night
I got Bridge Club on Wednesday
Archery on Thursday
Dancing on a Friday night

Hey you!
Could you ever fall for me
The way I fell for you
And do you dwell upon the thoughts that I occupy
Or do you give yourself things to do

Monday rowing
Tuesday badminton
Dancing on a Friday night
I got ping pong on Wednesday
Needlework on Thursday
Dancing on a Friday night
With you, with you

Monday, Tuesday
Wednesday, Thursday
Dancing on a Friday night
Let the music smother me
Whole weekend recovery
Dancing on a Friday night

See the lady I adore
Dancing on the dancing floor
Dancing on a Friday night
God the way she moves moves me
To write bad poetry
Dancing on a Friday night

. . .



You cant abide my showing fatigue
When you come home just to relay
All the events that made your heart bleed
And the ones that ruined your day

We're not as close
As everybody thinks
In the eye of the storm
We keep each other warm

Love on the rocks
You'd do anything for a quiet life
Love on the rocks
Love on the rocks with no ice
Love on the rocks
You'd do anything for a quiet life
Love on the rocks
Love on the rocks with no ice

So many issues we should address
'Cos our lives just dont correlate
All the emotions that we suppress
Bite our tongues until it's too late

We're not as close
As we always used to be - you and me
In the eye of the storm
We keep each other warm

Love on the rocks
You'd do anything for a quiet life
Love on the rocks
Love on the rocks with no ice
Love on the rocks
You'd do anything for a quiet life
Love on the rocks
Love on the rocks with no ice

Love on the rocks
You'd do anything for a quiet life
Love on the rocks
Love on the rocks with no ice
Love on the rocks
You'd do anything for a quiet life
Love on the rocks
Love on the rocks with no ice


. . .



Baby, everything has fallen into place
My life is so exciting now I've got my space
Like a splash of water on my face
Lately I'm doing what I can to pleasure me
I'm finding time to focus on my fantasies
I'm satisfied in my own company

I don't need your permission
To take this matter in my own two hands

'Cos I'm holding my own
Give or take a tear or two
I'm holding my own
No matter what I put myself through

Lady, all we seem to do is talk about
We take apart and analyze our ins and outs
Honey, I would rather do without

No-one to answer to
I won't spend another lifetime begging you

'Cos I'm holding my own
Give or take a tear or two
I'm holding my own
No matter what I put myself through
I'm holding my own

There's a spring in my stride
There's a twinkle in my dying eyes

'Cos I'm holding my own
Give or take a tear or two
I'm holding my own

. . .


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