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the smiths - the boy with a thorn in his side
The boy with the thorn in his side
Behind the hatred there lies
A murderous desire for love
How can they look into my eyes
And still they don't believe me
How can they hear me say those words
And still they don't believe me
And if they don't believe me now
Will they ever believe me?
And if they don't believe me now
Will they ever will they ever believe me?
The boy with the thorn in his side
Behind the hatred there lies
A plundering desire for love
How can they see the love in our eyes
And still they don't believe us
And after all this time
They don't want to believe us
And if they don't believe us now
Will they ever believe us?
And when you want to Live
How do you start?
Where do you go?
Who do you need to know?
the smiths - there is a light that never goes out
Take me out tonight
Where there's music and there's people
Who are young and alive
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven't got one
Anymore
Take me out tonight
Because I want to see people
And I want to see lights
Driving in your car
Oh please don't drop me home
Because it's not my home
It's their home
And I'm welcome no more
And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure and the privilege is mine
Take me out tonight
Oh take me anywhere
I don't care, I don't care, I don't care
And in the darkened underpass
I thought "Oh God, my chance has come at last"
But then a strange fear gripped me
And I just couldn't ask
Take me out tonight
Take me anywhere
I don't care, I don't care, I don't care
Just driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven't got one
Oh, I haven't got one
There is a light that never goes out
There is a light that never goes out
There is a light that never goes out
There is a light that never goes out...
the smiths - bigmouth strikes again
Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking
When I said I'd like to smash every tooth
In your head
Oh ... sweetness, sweetness, I was only joking
When I said by rights you should be
Bludgeoned in your bed
And now I know how Joan of Arc felt
Now I know how Joan of Arc felt
As the flames rose to her roman nose
And her Walkman started to melt
Oh ...
Bigmouth, la ... bigmouth, la ...
Bigmouth strikes again
And I've got no right to take my place
With the Human race
Oh, bigmouth, la ... bigmouth, la
Bigmouth strikes again
And I've got no right to take my place
With the Human race
And now I know how Joan of Arc felt
Now I know how Joan of Arc felt
As the flames rose to her roman nose
And her hearing aid started to melt
Bigmouth, la ... bigmouth, la ...
Bigmouth strikes again
And I've got no right to take my place
With the Human race
Oh ...
the smiths - how soon is now
I am the son
And the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
Am son heir
Of nothing in particular
You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and i need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
I am the son
And the heir
Of a shynees that criminally vulgar
Am son heir
Of nothing particular
You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and i need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
There's a club, if you'd like to go
You could meet somebody who really loves you
So you go, and you stand on your own
And you leave on your own
And you go home, and you cry
And you want to die
When you say it's gonna happen "now"
Well, when exactly do you mean?
See I've already waited too long
And all my hope is gone
You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and i need to be loved
Just like everybody else does.
the smiths - ask
Shyness is nice, and
Shyness can´t stop you
From doing all the things in life
You'd like to
Shyness is nice, and
Shyness can´t stop you
From doing all the things in life
You'd like to
So, if there's something you'd like to try
If there's something you'd like to try
Ask me - i won't say "no" - how could i ?
Coyness is nice, and
Coyness can´t stop you
From setting all the things in
Life you'd like to
So, if there's something you'd like to try
If there's something you'd like to try
Ask me - i won't say "no" - how could i ?
Spending warm summer days indoors
Writing frightening verses
To a buck-toothed girl in luxembourg
Ask me, ask me, ask me
Ask me, ask me, ask me
Because if it's not love
Then it's the bomb, the bomb, the bomb
The bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb
That will bring us together
Nature is a language - can't you read ?
Nature is a language - can't you read ?
So ... ask me, ask me, ask me
Ask me, ask me, ask me
Because if it's not love
Then it's the bomb, the bomb, the bomb
The bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb
That will bring us together
If it's not love
Then it's the bomb
Then it's the bomb
That will bring us together
So ... ask me, ask me, ask me
Ask me, ask me, ask me
Oh, la ...
the smiths - this charming man
Punctured bicycle
On a hillside desolate
Will nature make a man of me yet ?
When in this charming car
This charming man
Why pamper life's complexities
When the leather runs smooth
On the passenger seat ?
I would go out tonight
But I haven't got a stitch to wear
This man said "it's gruesome
That someone so handsome should care"
A jumped-up pantry boy
Who never knew his place
He said "return the rings"
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things
I would go out tonight
But I haven't got a stitch to wear
This man said "it's gruesome
That someone so handsome should care"
Oh, this charming man
Oh, this charming man
A jumped-up pantry boy
Who never knew his place
He said "return the ring"
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things
the smiths - panic
Panic on the streets of London
Panic on the streets of Birmingham
I wonder to myself
Could life ever be sane again
On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down
I wonder to myself
Hopes may rise on the Grasmeres
But honey pie, you're not safe here
So you run down
To the safety of the town
But there's panic on the streets of Carlisle
Dublin, Dundee, Humberside
I wonder to myself
Burn down the disco
Hang the blessed d.j.
Because the music that they constantly play
It says nothing to me about my life
Hang the blessed d.j.
Because the music they constantly play
On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down
On the provincial towns that you jog'round
Hang the d.j., hang the d.j., hang the d.j.
Hang the d.j., hang the d.j., hang the d.j.
Hang the d.j., hang the d.j., hang the d.j.
Hang the d.j., hang the d.j.
Hang the d.j., hang the d.j.
the smiths - some girls are bigger than others
From the ice-age to the dole-age
There is but one concern
I have just discovered:
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls mothers are bigger than
Other girls mothers
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls mothers are bigger than
Other girls mothers
As Anthony said to Cleopatra
As he opened a crate of ale:
Oh I say...
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls mothers are bigger than
Other girls mothers.
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls mothers are bigger than
Other girls mothers
Send me your pillow
The one that you dream on
Send me your pillow
The one that you dream on
And I'll send you mine...
the smiths - wonderful woman
Here her head, she lay
Until she'd rise and say :
"I'm starved of mirth;
Let's go and trip a dwarf"
Oh, what to be done with her ?
Oh, what to be done with her ?
Oh ...
Ice water for blood
With neither heart or spine
And then just
To pass time; let us go and rob the blind
What to be done with her ?
I ask myself :
What to be said of her ?
Oh ...
But when she calls me, I do not walk, I run
Oh, when she calls, I do not walk, I run
Oh ...
Oh ...
Oh
the smiths - back to the old house
I would rather not go
Back to the old house
I would rather not go
Back to the old house
There's too many
Bad memories
Too many memories
There
When you cycled by
Here began all my dreams
The saddest thing I've ever seen
And you never knew
How much I really liked you
Because I never even told you
Oh, and I meant to
Are you still there ?
Or have you moved away ?
Or have you moved away ?
Oh ...
I would love to go
Back to the old house
But I never will
I never will ...
I never will ...
I never will ...
the smiths - a rush and a push and the land is ours
Hello
I am the ghost of troubled Joe
Hung by his pretty white neck
Some eighteen months ago
I travelled to a mystical time zone
But I missed my bed
So I soon came home
They said:
"There's too much caffeine
In your blood stream
And a lack of real spice
In your life"
I said:
"Leave me alone because i'm alright, dad
Just surprised to still be on my own...."
Ooh, but don't mention love
I'd hate the strain of the pain again
A rush and a push and the land that
We stand on is ours
It has been before
So it shall be again
And people who are uglier than you and I
They take what they need, and leave
Ooh, but don't mention love
I'd hate the pain of the strain all over again
A rush and a push and the land that
We stand on is ours
It has been before
So why can't it be now?
And people who are weaker than you and I
They take what they want from life
Ooh, but don't mention love
No - just don't mention love!
A rush and a push and the land that we stand on is ours
Your youth may be gone
But you're still a yound man
So phone me, phone me, phone me
So phone me, phone me, phone me
Ooh, I think I'm in love
Ooh, I think I'm in love
Ooh, I think I'm in love
the smiths - girlfriend in a coma
Girlfriend in a coma
I know, I know
It's serious
Girlfriend in a coma
I know, I know
It's really serious
There were times
When I could have murdered her
But you know
I would hate anything to happen to her
No I don't want to see her
Do you really think she'll pull through?
Do you really think she'll pull through?
Oh...
Girlfriend in a coma
I know, I know
It's serious
By, by, by, by, by, by, baby, goodbye
There were times
When I could have strangled her
But you know
I would hate anything to happen to her
Would you please let me see her
Do you really think she'll pull through?
Do you really think she'll pull through?
Oh...
Let me whisper my last goodbyes
I know
It's serious
the smiths - girl afraid
Girl afraid
Where do his intentions lay ?
Or does he even have any ?
She says:
"He never really looks at me
I give him every opportunity
In the room downstairs
He sat and stared
In the room downstairs
He sat and stared
I'll never make that mistake again"
(I'll never make that mistake again
I'll never make that mistake again)
Boy afraid
Prudence never pays
And everything she wants costs money
"But she doesn't even LIKE me!
And I know because she said so
In the room downstairs
She sat and stared
In the room downstairs
She sat and stared
I'll never make that mistake again!"
the smiths - marie s the name / rusholme ruffians
the smiths - cemetry gates
A dreaded sunny day
So I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
A dreaded sunny day
So I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
While Wilde is on mine
So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
All those people, all those lives
Where are they now ?
With loves, and hates
And passions just like mine
They were born
And then they lived
And then they died
It seems so unfair
I want to cry
You say : "'Ere thrice the sun done salutation to the dawn"
And you claim these words as your own
But I've read well, and I've heard them said
A hundred times (maybe less, maybe more)
If you must write prose/poems
The words you use should be your own
Don't plagiarise or take "on loan"
'Cause there's always someone, somewhere
With a big nose, who knows
And who trips you up and laughs
When you fall
Who'll trip you up and laugh
When you fall
You say : "'Ere long done do does did"
Words which could only be your own
And then produce the text
From whence was ripped
(Some dizzy whore, 1804)
A dreaded sunny day
So let's go where we're happy
And I meet you at the cemetry gates
Oh, Keats and Yeats are on your side
A dreaded sunny day
So let's go where we're wanted
And I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
But you lose
'Cause Wilde is on mine
(Sure!)
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