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The Ting Tings
The Ting Tings


Background information
Origin Salford, United Kingdom
Genre(s) Pop Rock
Indie Pop
New Wave
Alternative Rock
Dance-punk
Years active 2004—present
Label(s) Columbia Records
Sony Music
Roc Nation
Website Website
Members
Katie White
Jules de Martino



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The Ting Tings Album


We Started Nothing (05/19/2008)
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Fed up with your indigestion
Swallow words one by one
Folks got high and a quarter to 5
Don’t you feel you’re growing up undone
Nothing but the local DJ
Said he had some songs to play
What went down from his fooling around
Gave hope and a brand new day

Imagine all the girls - ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
And the boys - ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
And the strings - ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee
And the drums (x12)
Oh

Nothing was the same again
All about where and when
Blowing our minds in a life unkind
You gotta love the bpm
When his work was all but done
Remembering how this begun
We wore his love like a hand in a glove
This preacher plays it all night long

Nothing but the girls - ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
And your boys - ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
And the strings - ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee
And the drums (x20)

Imagine all the girls - ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
And the boys - ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
And the strings - ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee
And the drums - ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-oh

And all the girls - ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
And the boys - ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
And the strings - ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee
And the drums (x4)

. . .


Four letter word just to get me along
It's a difficulty and i'm biting on my tongue and I
I keep stalling, keeping it together
People around gotta find something to say now

Holding back, everyday the same
Don't wanna be a loner
Listen to me, oh no
I never say anything at all
But with nothing to consider they forget my name
(ame, ame, ame)

They call me 'hell'
They call me 'Stacey'
They call me 'her'
They call me 'Jane'
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name

They call me 'quiet'
But i'm a 'riot'
'Mary' 'Jo' 'Lisa'
Always the same
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name

I miss the catch when they through me the ball
I'm the last drip standing up against the wall
Keep ah, falling, these heels they keep me boring
Getting glammed up and sitting on the fence now

So alone all the time and I
Lock myself away
Listen to me, ah no
Although i'm dressed up, out and all with
Everything considered they forget my name
(ame, ame, ame)

They call me 'hell'
They call me 'Stacey'
They call me 'her'
They call me 'Jane'
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name

They call me 'quiet'
But i'm a 'riot'
'Mary' 'Jo' 'Lisa'
Always the same
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name

Are you calling me darling?
Are you calling me bird?
Are you calling me darling?
Are you calling me bird?

...continues with chorus overlapping

. . .


You keep playing me like a fruit mach-ine
Puttin’ in change systematically
Winning streak that you had over me
It’s turned into your broken tragedy

Turn your pockets out onto the street
Now you see you’ve spent it all on me!
You see my true colours out of sink
Now your skin is a pair of sympathies

You’ve hit the bottom one hundred times before
Now feel the fever as I leave you wanting more
You thought you could turn and walk away
Taking chances that weren’t yours to take

When I don’t think so my foolish boy
Watch the next one taking all the joy
Hold me, nudge me, spinning me around
Where’s the money?
Can’t hear the clicking!

Ker-ching, Ker-ching
Ker-ching, Ker-ching
Ker-ching, Ker-ching
Ker-ching, Ker-ching

You keep playing me like a fruit mach-ine
Overstretch your gen-er-o-si-ty
For our band, it’s leading you astray
The little we had…
You’ve thrown it all away!

Go! Go! Go! (Yeah you’re on a role)
Go! Go! Go! (Yeah you’re on a low)
Go! Go! Go!

You find it hard to stop it yeah
You’re running like a steam train
Oh I like the way that you do that
Where’s the money?
Can’t hear the clicking!

Ker-ching, Ker-ching
Ker-ching, Ker-ching

Go!

[Instrumental]

You-keep-play-ing-me-like-a-fruit-mach-ine
You-keep-play-ing-me-like-a-fruit-mach-ine
You-keep-play-ing-me-like-a-fruit-mach-ine
You-keep-play-ing-me-like-a-fruit-mach-ine

Ker-ching, Ker-ching, oh!
Ker-ching, Ker-ching
Ker-ching, Ker-ching

Oh, you find it hard to stop it yeah
You’re running like a steam train

Ker-ching, Ker-ching
Ker-ching, Ker-ching

You-keep-playing-me-like-a-fruit-mach-ine!

. . .


Don't you be a traffic light
With all things said
You turn to red
Don't you be a traffic light

Don't you be a roundabout
Not another roundabout
We've come this far
Yet back to the start
Don't you be a roundabout

Oh now baby don't misread the signs
If you turn the key then things will turn out right

Let's not have a breakdown
Not another breakdown
You're on your own, a long way from home
Let's not have a breakdown

You're pushing me, you're breaking
Overtaking me, you're racing
First placing me not chasing me back home

[Fade out].

. . .


Shut up and let me go
This hurts, I tell you so
For the last time you will kiss my lips
Now Shut up and let me go
Your jeans were once so clean
I bet you changed your wardrobe since we met

Now oh so easily your over me
Gone is love
It's you that ought to be holding me
I'm not containable
This turns up
it's not sustainable

I aint freakin'
I aint Fakin' this
I aint freakin’
I anit Fakin' this
I anit freakin'
I aint Fakin' this
Shut up and let me go
Hey!

Shut up and let me go
This hurts, but I can't show
for the last time you had me
Not Shut up and let me go!
For fear of leaving in regret
I changed this one when we first met

Now oh so easily your over me
Gone is love
It's me that ought to be moving on
You're not adorable
I was something unignorable.

I ait freakin'
I aint Fakin' this
I aint freakin’
I anit Fakin' this
I anit freakin'
I aint Fakin' this
Shut up and let me go
Hey!

Oh love, hold this.
hey

Shut up and let me go
This hurts, I told you so
For the last time you will kiss my lips
Now Shut up and let me go
Hey!

. . .


The room's green
It's got writing on the wall
It's got one chair
It's kind of small
Dirty shoes running past the door
Then you go around - beat yourself up

10 minutes to go
And I wanna go home
10 minutes to go
Yeah I got to go home
10 minutes to go
And the air don't feel clear
Everybody disappear
You're in it on your own

14, intimidated and she's just 14
She's getting pulled from the opposite side
Until it breaks down, blame it on the wrong crowd
Statement - make-up - wardrobe

10 minutes to go
You know she should've gone home
10 minutes to go
Yeah you should've gone home
10 minutes to go
And the air don't feel clear
Everybody disappear
You're in it on your own

Can't sleep
You know it's over but you just can't sleep
You've got to face it, got to go outside
And do the day walk
Living with the lights off, ain't nobody home

10 minutes to go
You know you wanna go home
10 minutes to go
Yeah you wanna go home
10 minutes to go
And the air don't feel clear
Everybody disappear
You're in it on your own

Keep your head
Keep your head

[Repeat to fade].

. . .


You never alter. You’re always you,
Everything’s breaking, but I don’t care.
Smash the rest up. Burn it down.
Put us in the corner ‘coz we’re into ideas.

Take these edges, they’re inside out.
No one will notice. They’re looking elsewhere.
We can be honest. We call it off.
We got the choice if it all goes wrong.

We walk (x4)

You see the changes, and things that come.
It’s how you deal with it, when switching off.
Make a decision, every condition.
We got the choice if it all goes wrong.

We walk (x4)

When nothing makes you feel good. Then nothing makes you feel good.
When nothing makes you feel good. Yeah nothing makes you feel good.
When nothing makes you feel good. Then nothing makes you feel good.
When nothing makes you feel good. (When, nothing! Makes! You! Feel! Good!)
Then nothing makes you feel good. (Then nothing makes you feel good!)

We got the choice if it all goes wrong…

We Walk [x2]
(If it all goes wrong)
We Walk [x2]
(If it all goes wrong)

We Walk
(Nothing makes you feel good.)
(Nothing makes you feel good.)
We Walk
When it all goes wrong,

We Walk
(Nothing makes you feel good)
(Nothing makes you feel good)
We Walk
(Make me feel good!)
(No, won’t make me feel good!)

…..if it all goes wrong….

. . .


You say it’s not what you do,
It’s what you’re thinking of
Well I think its just an excuse,
It’s what you put across

‘Cos I don’t wanna be the one,
Only overjoyed
I don’t wanna be the one,
Making all the noise
Yeah, I don’t wanna be the one

So make sure you’re thinking it through,
You’ve let me down again
Offer me something I know you really meant

‘Cos I don’t wanna be the one,
Only overjoyed
I don’t wanna be the one,
Making all the noise
Yeah, I don’t wanna be the one, hey

What you gonna offer now?

I don’t wanna be the one,
Only overjoyed
I don’t wanna be the one,
Making all the noise
Yeah, I don’t wanna be the one, hey

What you gonna offer now?

What you gonna offer now?

This was not my idea,
Don’t you keep me waiting

What you gonna offer now?

. . .


Impacilla Carpisung
We on me for when it's on
people are there
waiting to
even if you're on it
we aren't everything you do

Now up and I'll be on
and I'll be to into your arms
until move on
and I'll be punk
Holla
point until you turn onto your top
on a top
I can see if on a weekend that you're on
I can only find a weekend that ain't to tough

Impacta
when I'm on it
going all my heart
I am doing
by and tee
when's your on and
by your arm and tee

And see it up and I'll be up
And I'll be something an some(thing)
an to on and to your arm
and I'll be punk
Holla to an everything
that I'm about
holla to
I can see if on a weekend that you're on
I can only find a weekend that we can see ain't to tough

oh...oh oh...

woo..woo woo...

I am doing
by and tee
when's your on and
by your arm and tee
And see it up and I'll be up
And I'll be something an some-(thing)
-an to on and to your arm
and I'll be punk
Holla to an everything
that I'm about
holla to I can see
if every weekend that you're on
I can only find a weekend that we can see ain't to tough
(repeat these four lines four times total)
Can you hear it?
It's all around

Say can you hear it?
it's all around.

Go

Oh... oh oh...
woo... woo woo...
Go

. . .


No one dropped off waiting in despair
Every time I go there's no one there
So tell me where's the soul?
Oh where's the soul?
Submit it's all locked up so hard to lose control

I started nothing, I wish I didn't
I started nothing, I wish I didn't

Wait on a new gonna bet on one today
How it's only all of us ifs and buts falling dead
So tell me where's the soul?
Oh where's the soul?
If it's been a whole day it's time let it go

I started nothing, I wish I didn't
I started nothing, I wish I didn't

Now offer keep [gum?] in with what they say
We're to open when we've only showed one way
And with the offer open opportunity to do
To make a mighty step no insoles in my shoes

I started nothing, I wish I didn't
I started nothing, I wish I didn't

Water's cold, ice is just a face skin deep
All you know, ice is just a face skin deep.

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