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Tom Vek
Tom Vek


Background information
Birth name Thomas Timothy Vernon-Kell
Born May 10, 1981
Origin London, England
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Experimental Rock
Pop
Years active 2004—present
Label(s) Island Records
Website Website



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Tom Vek Album


We Have Sound (04/04/2005)
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You set the fire in me C-C
It's like I've learnt how to breathe easily
Photographed for a fashion magazine
It's just you, your God and me

I know it can't be easy for you

You set the fire in me C-C, you set the fire in me

Why go home when you'd rather see me
Feels like all my heart can do now is bleed
We should go down to the sea
It's just you, our God and me

I know it can't be easy for you

You set the fire in me C-C, you set the fire in me

You set the fire

You set the fire in me C-C, you set the fire in me

C-C

. . .


There is still so much to see
There is still so much to do
I can't be more than half way through
I know I'm wasting precious time
But I'll take it in my stride
I've got a lot of things to put right

Don't get upset
It's not my time yet
I ain't saying my goodbyes
Don't get upset
It's not my time yet
I ain't saying my goodbyes

You won't take life out of me
You can't take it out on me
I know a good enough reason will come along
I can't tell you how it feels
Ain't no other way you'll heal
All these young men obsessed with death

Don't get upset
It's not my time yet
I ain't saying my goodbyes
Don't get upset
It's not my time yet
I ain't saying my goodbyes

You don't get upset
You don't get upset
You don't get upset
You don't get upset

. . .


If you want fire, then we better start smoking
If you want water, then we better start crying
If you want ice, then we better start drinking
If you want tears, then we better start dying
I guess you're proud to be different

If you want sleep, then we better start dreaming
If you want war, then we better start fighting
If you want lies, then we better start confessing
If you want forgiveness, you better start apologizing
I guess you're proud to be different

If you want the truth, then we better start lying
If you wanna feel, then we better start touching
If you want air, then we better start breathing
If you wanna die, then we better start living
I guess you're proud to be different

. . .


Last night, i had a dream about everybody here
You were all wearing smart red tops in the opening scene
Looking at me kinda strange 'cos i was wearing old jeans

Talking to each other
The cigarettes you smoke have no smoke to blow

(at me) a little word in your ear
(at me) a little word in your ear, girl
(at me) a little word in your ear
(at me) a little word in your ear, girl

You've got the days mixed up in your diary
You sent the moment back to have it redone
Because you sing, but i know that you'll never sing to me
Comes to my attention, that when you talk, you always talk..

(at me) a little word in your ear
(at me) a little word in your ear, girl

(ad libby-singing;
Talk a little.. sing a sad.. little song.. oh why, so little.. such high, no.. high high.. sunrise here)

A little word in your ear
A little word in your ear, girl
A little word in your ear
A little word in your ear

(at me) a little word in your ear
(at me) a little word in your ear, girl
(at me) a little word in your ear
(at me) a little word in your ear, girl
(etc, ad infinitum)

. . .


If I said that we could fly
Around the world two thousand times
If i said that baby your smile
Had taken me by surprise

If I had changed my mind, would I be here

You groan to passing guests
Your car has run out of gas
If i said you're working to hard
Would you be there in my mind

If I had changed my mind, would I be here

Would I be, could I be, here, come on

If I had changed my mind, would I be here

Would I be here

. . .


Looks like its over; been summer
Looks like its all going to rut
Looks like you know who your friends
Looks like you know who to trust
Looks like I'm opening doors now
Looks like they're closing behind
With a pocket full of Polaroids
I'll take your picture again

The lower the sun the taller the shadows become
The lower the sun the taller the shadows become

Looks like we'll talk to our friends now
Looks like it's come to an end
Looks like I'm taking you with me
We went too fast through the bend
Looks like I'm covering windows
Looks like the moon is our friend
I sit here waiting for nighttime
On the seasons we depend

The lower the sun the taller the shadows become
The lower the sun the taller the shadows become

The lower the sun the taller the shadows become
The lower the sun the taller the shadows become

The lower the sun the taller the shadows become
The lower the sun the taller the shadows become

. . .


When you get home there's gonna be a big present waiting on your bedside table, you said
Its your Stanley knife smile cutting into me

That's why I cover my ears when you talk to me
That's why
That's why I cover my ears when you talk to me
That's why

So you sit there sister getting cold and lonely
Camel lights to keep you warm
You're in a great big car now
Polluting that coffee cup that's never looked so good
It's the way you say my name like you're joking

That's why I cover my ears when you talk to me
That's why
That's why I cover my ears when you talk to me
That's why

You're not gonna get very far with a smile like that
You're not gonna get very far with a smile like that
You're not gonna get very far with a smile like that
You're not gonna get very far with a smile like that
You're not gonna get very far with a smile like that
You're not gonna get very far with a smile like that

That's why I cover my ears when you talk to me
That's why
That's why I cover my ears when you talk to me
That's why

. . .


I can see your eyes from here
And I can't see anything in between
Everything I thought I ought to know about you
Has vanished like the snow when the sun comes out
There's nothing but green lights from here
Nothing but empty roads
You and I gonna drive ourselves out of this town
In a nineteen eighty nine black Mercedes-Benz

I can hear your voice from here girl
And I can't hear no other sound
No need to spend anymore time 'part
That's if I'm not being left out anymore
I got a hold of what's going on
I've got my foot in the door so to speak
There's nothing but green lights from here
There's nothing but green lights from here, from here

. . .


You said I was a back seat driver
You said I was a back seat driver
You said I was a back seat driver
You said I was a back seat...

You said I was the road map reader
You said I was the road map reader
You said I was the road map reader
You said I was the road map...

You said I was the driving licence
You said I was the driving licence
You said I was the driving licence
You said I was the driving licence

On your on, on the road, on your own

You said I was the handbrake
You said I was the handbrake
You said I was the handbrake
You said I was the handbrake

You said I was the glove compartment
You said I was the glove compartment
You said I was the glove compartment
You said I was the glove compartment

On your on, on the road, on your on

. . .


Your cup is blue so that it matches your shoes, it's the way the drains smoke in New York and it's in everything you do. You bashed your head and I found something to do; I make up memories of me and you, it's like playing with your food, it's like playing with your food, it's like playing with your food.

That can arranged, she said, that can be arranged. That can arranged, she said, that can be arranged.

When I see litter on the streets, I think of you, it's the way you talk in twos, and it's whatever I fell through. How many radiators have you got on in your house? Do they keep you warm at night? Do they tell you what to do? Do they tell you what to do?

That can arranged, she said, that can be arranged. That can arranged, she said, that can be arranged.

That can arranged, that can be arranged. That can arranged, that can be arranged.

Your carpet is red so that it matches your hair, it's the way the neon buzzes in Las Vegas.

It's in everything you do [x16]

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