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the bolshoi - amstersam
In the ports of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who sings
Of the dreams that he brings
From the wide open sea
In the ports of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who sleeps
While the river bank weeps
By the old willow tree
In the ports of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who dies
Full of beer, full of cries
In the drunken town fight
In the ports of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who's born
On a hot and muggy morn
By the dawn's early light
In the ports of Amsterdam
Where the sailors all meet
There's a sailor who eats
Only fish heads and tails
And he'll show you his teeth
That have rotted too soon
That can haul up the sails
That can swallow the moon
And he yells to the cook
With his arms open wide
"Hey, bring me more fish
Set it down by my side"
And he wants so to belch
But he's too full to try
So he stands up and laughs
And he zips up his fly
In the ports of Amsterdam
You can see sailors dance
Paunches bursting their pants
Grinding women to porch
They've forgotten the tune
That their whiskey voice croaked
Splitting the night
With the roar of their jokes
And they turn and they dance
And they laugh and they lust
Till the rancid sound of the accordion bursts
Then out of the night
With their pride in their pants
And the sluts that they tow
Underneath the street lamps
In the ports of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who drinks
And he drinks and he drinks
And he drinks once again
He'll drink to the health
Of the whores of Amsterdam
Who have given their bodies
To a thousand other men
Yeah, they've bargained their virtue
Their goodness all gone
For a few dirty coins
Well he just can't go on
Rolls his eyes to the sky
And rolls them up above
And he pisses like I cry
On the unfaithful love
In the port of Amsterdam
In the port of Amsterdam
the bolshoi - fat amp jealous
Every one of you, of every size.
Every one of you, you?re telling lies.
And when you?re screaming that the river?s high,
and when you feel just like you want to die...
To every one of you, I wave bye-bye.
Then they tell us, then they tell us,
fat and jealous.
Then they tell us, can?t tell us,
fat and jealous.
Every one of you, you have a dream.
But all you ever do, is stomp and scream.
And then then they tell us, then they tell us,
fat and jealous.
Then they tell us, can?t tell us,
fat and jealous.
Ah-huh, Mac the mean man, What he done?*
He?s only happy when the blood starts to run.
All you hear him singing like a bird,
he goes "La, la, la"
He never heard.
Mac the mean man, He?s obscene.*
He goes running after lowlife,
when he?s not even clean?
Every one of you, you pull my hair... out.
But nearly all of you, weren?t even there.
And when you?re screaming that the ladies stare,
even if you?re maimed by a Grizzly bear.
Every one of you,
I don?t care. I don?t care.
And then then they tell us, then they tell us,
fat and jealous.
Then they tell us, can?t tell us,
fat and jealous.
the bolshoi - sunday morning
I remember when I was young
Feeling sick on Sunday morning
I don't wanna do it anymore
Standing in a line with a dirty mind
Clean it up on Sunday morning
I don't wanna do it anymore
One day a week we turn the cheek (x2)
Oh, how we'd kneel down
Oh, we were so quiet
Never any light there
I don't care, it's not right there
Get up early, do your hair
Sunday best on Sunday morning
I don't wanna see it anymore
Tea and toast in the social hall
We had it all on Sunday morning
I don't wanna see it anymore
We come in fear , to worship here (x2)
(CHORUS)
It's wrong to feel, It's wrong to care
You must not steal, you must not swear
(CHORUS)
I don't wanna do it anymore
I don't wanna see it anymore
the bolshoi - fly
Wake up every morning
Feel I can't decide
Look out of my peephole Have a little cry
Crawl around the walls awhile
I need to fly
Fly...
Say why do you ask me questions
I only give you lies
Take my hand, I'll take you where
We leave the world behind
Hear the women mourning
Feel the dreadful fear
What's the use in knowing
What's the use in tears
Oh I can't feel anything
I don't want to die
Die...
Say why do you ask me questions
I only give you lies
Take my hand, I'll take you where
We leave the world behind
Take yourself on a holiday
Find a girl and get away
Take yourself on a holiday
Find a girl and get away
Oh...
Why do you ask me questions
Say why do you ask me questions
Why do you ask me questions
I only give you lies
Take my hand, I'll take you where
We leave the world behind
Fly, Fly
Fly...
the bolshoi - swings and roundabouts
Six o'clock, it's nearly dark
Kicking leaves up in the park
My hands in pockets by the green
Wishing that my nails were clean
I lean my back against a tree
A black bird sits and stares at me
Reflected in his dark black eye
The legacy of all my eyes... Now
Upstairs in the house tonight
I'm coming down to see you
I won't stay in, you won't come out
What are we gonna do about it
Upstairs in the house tonight
I'm coming down to see you
I won't stay in, you won't come out
Little bit swings and roundabouts
Now ten o'clock, I'm drinking beer
I don't know why I come in here
Well it's cold outside, yes that's true
And I don't really have much else to do
There's someone standing at my arm
I think he means to do some harm
'Cause he says he used to be a hero
Staring down into his beer... Oh
Upstairs in the house tonight
I'm coming down to see you
I won't stay in, you won't come out
What are we gonna do about it
Upstairs in the house tonight
I'm coming down to see you
I won't stay in, you won't come out
Little bit swings and roundabouts
Now first... Number one
Can anybody really ever know someone
Two, three
Why is everybody talking about me
Four, five
Is it just for this that we strive
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven
Two figures together add up to eleven
Upstairs in the house tonight
I'm coming down to see you
I won't stay in, you won't come out
What are we gonna do about it
Upstairs in the house tonight
I'm coming down to see you
I won't stay in, you won't come out
Little bit swings and roundabouts
Listen to me laughing, Mary
Ha, ha, ha...
the bolshoi - a funny thing
He turned around
He looked much older
I scuffed the ground
The room got colder
And then he says, "It's a funny thing,
Stranger than fiction"
I looked away
As he reset his face
And began the benediction
I can't stand to look at you, any more
It only takes one like you...there are many more
He would not go
I condescended
I loathed myself
He looked offended
And then he says, that I really am
Such a disgrace
I looked around for a good-sized brick
And pushed it in his face
I can't stand to look at you, any more
It only takes one like you...there are many more
At home like you, tell me are there more?
I don't have to look at you
You put me on the floor
At home like you
Tell me are there more?
I can't stand to look at you, any more
Are there any more like you?
Are there any more?
You won't get me to look at you
You put me on the floor
the bolshoi - away
We're in love,let's be together
happy times or heavy weather
Mother says, "today's a special day"
So let's not fight, o.k....yeah
When you were at school you were a honey
The boys all loved you, you loved the money
The boys would stare, you'd cross your legs
And then you'd toss your hair
Away
Yes you get by
Away
Money's scarce, but family honor
Brings it home brings it home
And down the shop, the tongues they snicker
TV dinners, beer and liquor...oh yeah
Skeletons fall out of cupboards
Curtains drawn fall open to allow
The light shows up the dust
That plays around your face
(chorus)
Innocence and lies don't make a perfect match
Leave your door unlatched
I know a word can be untrue
And yet still move you
All the time they bring their friends 'round
Dress you up, show you up
And all the time they told you it was true
Well I'll believe you now
But then I just don't know I
Think I have to reconsider, yeah
I know when she got married
She looked fine in white and lacy frills
Oh yeah, she had a baby
It was painful, it was worth it
And all the time they stuck the knife in
Pulled it up and twist it around
(chorus)(x2)
Well that's fine....fine....fine
the bolshoi - by the river
By the river, water flows
In the bushes, heaven only knows
Sometimes I feel like I could...
Water silence, water cool
You the prophet, me some kind of fool
Sometimes I feel like I could...
By the river, water flows
In the bushes, heaven only knows
Sometimes I feel like I
could...
the bolshoi - crosstown traffic
You jump in front of my car when you,
You know all the time that
Ninety miles an hour, boy, is the speed I drive
You tell me it?s alright, you don?t mind a little pain
You say you just want me to take you for a drive
You?re just like crosstown traffic
So hard to get through to you
Crosstown traffic
I don?t need to worry over you
Crosstown traffic
All you do is slow me down
While I?m tryin? to get on the other side of town
I?m not the only soul who?s accused of hit and run
Tire tracks all across your back
I can see you had your fun
But darlin? can?t you see my signal turn from green to red
And with you I can see a traffic jam straight up ahead
You?re just like crosstown traffic
So hard to get through to you
Crosstown traffic
I don?t need to worry over you
Crosstown traffic
All you do is slow me down
And I got something much better on the other side of town
You?re just like crosstown traffic
Coming, I'm coming
Here I come
Crosstown traffic
Crosstown traffic
So hard to get through to you
Crosstown traffic
Crosstown traffic...
the bolshoi - looking for a life to lose
Everybody lives in pain,
what a shame.
Their bodies tied up on the beach,
so out of reach.
You know I love to get depressed.
It?s the best, it?s the best,
the very best.
We are, we are, we are,
looking for a life to lose.
We are, we are, we are,
looking for a life to lose... now.
Sex crimes in the cities,
are so rife, give us lies.
Those vicious children dance,
well they?ll get their chance.
Down the barbers, things are bad.
It?s so sad, it?s so sad,
so very sad.
We are, we are, we are,
looking for a life to lose.
We are, we are, we are,
looking for a life to lose... now.
the bolshoi - boxes
Somewhere a scream proclaims
Another life begun
A monkey we can bend
Not yet his mother's son
Somewhere a boy in grey
Walks scared through white-washed walls
To learn the monkey way
Between the twisting walls
Boxes
Boxes
Somewhere a boy now grown
Made simple by his pain
Makes monkeys of his own
Keeps up the lifelong chain
Some way us everywhere
Where all the monkeys go
Their boxes testify
An endless row on row
Boxes
Boxes... oh...
From medieval bricks
A snot-nosed gargoyle stares
Dead monkeys line by line
He gots the boxes here
Somewhere a scream proclaims
Another life begun...
the bolshoi - books on the bonfire
Here we go, doing nothing again.
You can come if you'd like,
but please don't bring your friends.
Action man's gone to the cleaners,
Barbie is working the streets,
they took her in, with a handful of sweets.
What can you do? What can you say?
They give me disease on the medium wave.
I've got things to do, people to see
I've got no time, please don't bother me...
They put all the books on the bonfire,
Two-thousand years in a flame.
I run like a horse in a fairground,
Rewind me and play me again.
Once I was a boy, which seems funny to me.
Yes, I threw my stones, read my books, climbed those trees.
What can I say to you mister?
Yes, I've been drinking again.
You can beat my brains, but don't kiss me again.
I've always been like this, since I was young,
I'm a truculent bigot, I revel in scum.
We used to converse, so long ago,
Now we're existing in a personal hell
They put all the books on the bonfire,
two-thousand years in a flame.
I run like a horse in a fairground,
rewind me and play me again.
How'd you feel? I can't use my eyes...
What you say?
Thanks for my surprise?
I wasn't listening, I didn't know.
Tell me what happened, where did I go?
I'm pulling my hair, I lay on the floor
The paper's aren't funny, not funny no more.
They put all the books on the bonfire,
two-thousand years in a flame.
Yes, I run like a horse in a fairground,
rewind me and play me again.
Oh, I wasn't listening, I didn't know.
Tell me what happened, where did I go?
I'm pulling my hair, I lay on the floor,
the paper's aren't funny, not funny no more.
I've always been like this, since I was young,
I'm a truculent bigot, I revel in scum.
You can beat my brains, beat my brains, beat my brains,
But don't kiss me again.
the bolshoi - holiday by the sea
Took himself away
Said it was a holiday
Took himself away
Said it was a holiday
Holiday by the sea
Holiday by the sea
Found a date to keep
Put it in his overcoat
Lost himself that day
Such stolen moments
Took himself far away
To a faceless house
Full of fear
He's waiting to reach out, to reach out
And grasp his own hand
For maybe he could be...
Holiday by the sea
Holiday by the sea
He's waiting, he's looking
Don't trust him
White water
He's waiting, he looks alone
Don't trust him
White water
He needs to, he wants to
You know I, you know I
I really, I really think that he likes you
He gives you, He wants to
He needs to, to trust you
Holiday by the sea
Holiday by the sea
Yet he still finds time to bleed
And he still finds time to feel
And he still finds things... real
Your hand contracted
And stole that moment
He gave you, he gave you
Took himself away
He said it was a holiday
Took himself away
He said it was a holiday
Said it was holiday
Take him on a holiday
Holiday
Holiday
Holiday...
the bolshoi - modern man
Say hello to the modern man
Who does the best, well, that he can
And it's not hard to criticize
He wants to get in the football team
And have a laugh and yell and scream
Well that's no crime... it can be fun sometimes
Oh, he comes for you while you're asleep
Oh, you can't say no it makes you weak.
Say hello to the modern man,
He got nowhere to go, cigarette in his hand
Sits in a plane, swings from a tree
He never had to work like you and me.
That's a fact
He used to care about important things
Like doing his hair and wearing rings
But that was just a phase and he grew out of it.
Now he says, "Hey, look at me,
I got my new boots on down by the sea"
well that's no crime, he does it all the time.
Yes he does.
Oh, he comes for you while you're asleep
Oh, you can't say no it makes you weak.
Say hello to the modern man,
He got nowhere to go, cigarette in his hand
Sits in a plane, swings from a tree
He never had to work like you and me.
That's a well-known fact
The times I dream of, days of old
The men were strong and knights were bold
Modern Man came down among us
Gave us truth, eleven plus
And then he sends us all the dramas
Left us there in our pajamas
Trying hard to see the sun And live a life back on the run
It's true...
He comes for you while you're asleep
Yes he does, yes he does
Oh, you can't say no it makes you weak.
Say hello to the modern man,
He got nowhere to go, cigarette in his hand
Sits on a plane, he swings from a tree
He never had to work like you and me.
Take a look at the modern man
who does the best, well, that he can
and it's not hard to criticize
in fact it can be fun sometimes.
the bolshoi - west of london town
Sounds good...mics sound good...alright
A 1,2,3,4,
I tell ya, one time back in the old west
Now that was the time where everybody knew
Where they going and what they were doing
I just wanted to know if you can still, can still
Get that sound, still get that sound of the old west
Everyone's looking out, looking for something new
There is still one old sound that still rings true
Out there upon the hill, out there upon the plain
You can still hear the cowboys sing again
Everyone knows what's done
Everyone knows that songs must still be sung
If you can see the big sky, if you can hear the call
Maybe you might just be west of London Town
That's London Town
West of London Town
West of London Town
West of London Town
West of London Town
Yippie Yie Yay
Up yer kilt
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