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Disc one

B-sides and rarities.

Prologue To History
4 Ever Delayed
Sorrow 16
Judge Yr'self
Socialist Serenade
Donkeys
Comfort Comes
Mr. Carbohydrate
Dead Trees And Traffic Islands
Horses Under Starlight
Sepia
Sculpture Of Man
Spectators Of Suicide
Democracy Coma
Strip It Down
Bored Out Of My Mind
Just A Kid
Close My Eyes
Valley Boy
We Her Majesty's Prisoners

Disc two

Cover Versions.

We Are All Bourgeois Now (originally by McCarthy)
Rock 'N' Roll Music (originally by Chuck Berry)
It's So Easy (originally by Guns N' Roses)
Take The Skinheads Bowling (originally by Camper Van Beethoven)
Been a Son (originally by Nirvana)
Out Of Time (originally by The Rolling Stones)
Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head (originally by B. J. Thomas)
Bright Eyes (originally by Art Garfunkel)
Train In Vain (originally by The Clash)
Wrote For Luck (originally by Happy Mondays)
What's My Name (originally by The Clash)
Velocity Girl (originally by Primal Scream)
Can't Take My Eyes Of You (originally by Andy Williams)
Didn't My Lord Deliver Daniel (traditional, famously recorded by Paul Robeson)
Last Christmas (originally by Wham!)

Prologue To History

Author: Nicky Wire

Were we the Kinnock factor
Am I talking private sector
Do I think I'm Shaun William Ryder
Or my former friend who's now undercover
He's gone and I'm no deserter
Perhaps I'm hard all the same

Today a poet who can't play guitar
Tomorrow Steve Ovett has injured his calf
Next year the world's greatest politician
Yesterday the boy who once had a mission

I don't want to be
A prologue to history
A prologue to histor...

So I water my plants with Evian
A brand new Dyson that is decadent
Read my papers and the business section
Check out the Tessas and the pensions
Call my friends and they're alright
So I pray for the safety of the night

Today a poet who can't play guitar
Tomorrow Steve Ovett has injured his calf
Next year the world's greatest politician
Yesterday the boy who once had a mission

I don't want to be
A prologue to history
A prologue to histor...

Remember ethnic cleansing in the highlands
No one says a thing in the middle of En-ger-land
I'm bruised fruit but still taste so nice
But if you look at me you better look twice
I'm talking rubbish to cover up the cracks
An empty vessel who can't make contact

Today a poet who can't play guitar
Tomorrow Phil Bennett's playing outside half
Next year the world's greatest politician
Yesterday the boy who once had a mission

I don't want to be
A prologue to history
A prologue to history
A prologue to history
A prologue

Forever Delayed

Author: Nicky Wire

Screaming through the galaxy
Trapped in this eternity
Stranded helpless, endlessly
Alone, the lost vigilantes

Forever ever delayed
Forever ever delayed

From the city to the sea
Will you all come follow me
To a place where we are free
Not tied to guilt or tied to greed

Forever ever delayed
Forever ever delayed
Forever ever betrayed
Forever delayed

Sorrow 16

Author: Nicky Wire / Richey James

Cut your hair in front of businessmen
Kill yourself and censor health
Destroy words and ignore their truth
Wanna die and have never worked

I feel like falling, I feel like falling
I feel like falling, I feel like falling
I feel like falling, I feel like falling

I can't feel no need to care
Narcotic of ambition poisoned my air
Wearing hate like they wear money
Sucking down vodka, spitting out Perrier, uh-huh

I feel like falling, I feel like falling
I feel like falling, I feel like falling
I feel like falling, I feel like falling
In hate

Oh the road is beautiful
You live stoned in obedience
Your vanity kills people
Paint your ego in blood

Oh the road is beautiful

The wall is a reason for you to believe
There is too many numbers for us to sleep
The wall is a reason for you to believe
Because there are too many numbers, numbers, numbers...

Oh the road is beautiful
You live stoned in obedience
Your vanity kills people
Paint your ego in blood
Oh the road is
BEAUTIFUL
BEAUTIFUL
Beautiful

Judge Yourself

Author: Nicky Wire / Richey James

Blessed be the blades
Blessed be the sighs
Dionysus against the crucified

Find your truth
Face your truth
Speak your truth
And be your truth

Clean your flesh and mock your fears
The brightest sun is the purest gun

Heal yourself
Hurt yourself
Judge yourself

Blessed be the blades
Blessed be the sighs
Dionysus against the crucified

Find your truth
Face your truth
Speak your truth
And be your truth

Clean your flesh and mock your fears
The brightest sun is the purest gun

Heal yourself
Hurt yourself
Judge yourself

Kiss your wounds and mock your fears
The brightest sun is the purest gun

Heal yourself
Hurt yourself
Judge yourself

Socialist Serenade

Author: Nicky Wire

What's the point in an education
When you have to pay for the privilege
This side of the truth where no sun shines
They don't count - the cripples and the blind

I was thinking everybody had a chance
Like a dream stretched away too far
All this time such a debt to the city
I don't know who is the real enemy

This is a socialist serenade
Yes I have money but I hate champagne
This is a socialist serenade
I can't see the past anywhere

Some greater benefit for the people
Ha ha ha ha we all believe in you
Is it about the politics of celebrity
Or endless days in the sun of Tuscany

This is a socialist serenade
Yes I have money but I hate champagne
This is a socialist serenade
I can't see the past anywhere, anywhere

Change your name to "New"
Forget the fucking "Labour"

[Robin Cook's gone wild
He's licking too much pussy
John Prescott's still cool
Must be cos he's Welsh
We're not talking buckets of water here]

Donkeys

Author: Nicky Wire / Richey James

Put some lipstick on
At least your lies will be pretty
A shadow on my face
And us donkeys wake up weary

Sweating and sickly
Donkeys don't allow their tears
No emotion never feel
And drown themselves in whatever

Find some meaning
Donkeys weight cracking a spine

Sweetness bent double
Whole days making polite
Never moving out of turn
Or even trying to be natural

Those with silence inside
Eyes bare piss holes in the snow
Drained and burnt yellow
And sunk in self-pity

Jerusalem sawn off
Donkeys are only left with lies
Are only left with lies

Comfort Comes

Author: Nicky Wire / Richey James

Need someone to nurse me
Reach out for the first person I see
Comfort's the helpless sole vanity
Caressing the broken heart of me

The difference between love and comfort
Is that comfort's more reliable and true
Brutal and mocking but always there
A crutch for enmity's saddest glare

I wish that someone would hold me
Wrap their arms around a shrinking somebody
Comfort comes and leads me to the morning
Whispered words of sanctuary

The difference between love and comfort
Is that comfort's more reliable and true
Brutal and mocking but always there
A crutch for enmity's saddest glare

Is that comfort's more reliable and true
Brutal and mocking but always there
A crutch for enmity's saddest glare

Forgetting how I hate self pity blondes
Comfort comes and smoothes her over
Callused hands turn a beautiful dress
Handcuffs now her pearl bracelets

Mr Carbohydrate

Author: Nicky Wire

They call me Mr Carbohydrate
It's the only thing I can digest
Xenophobia or general disinterest
I must catch up with all this stuff

They call me a boring fuckhead
Say I might as well work in a bank
I tell them I wish I was
They tell me that I'm sick in the head
They say that I'm sick in my head

They call me Mr Carbohydrate
They call me Mr Inadequate
They call me Mr Paranoia
They call me Mr Hypochondria

Have you heard of Matthew Maynard
He's my favourite cricketer
I would rather watch him play
Than pick up my guitar
Than play with my guitar

People tell me that I should get out more
But the TV is my best friend
Cynicism is the only thing that keeps me sane
The only thing that keeps me sane

They call me Mr Carbohydrate
They call me Mr Inadequate
They call me Mr Paranoia
They call me Mr Hypochondria

Sometimes I just stay in bed
And think about the day
When I can retire
Forgetting everything
I'll forget everything

Forget everything
Forever but not today
When I cannot, cannot say
No more yesterdays
No more yesterdays

Dead Trees And Traffic Islands

Author: Nicky Wire

Paralysis through analysis
Yellow moral unclean decay
Solitary begins to hurt me now
The sunshine it fades away

Syllables have now disappeared
How could this happen to me
How could this happen to me

But now I feel so weak
Dead trees and traffic islands never meet
Is this, is this my defeat
This purgatory for beginners
Dead trees and traffic islands

Tolerance slips away
Body shrugs and says hello once more
Paint the walls within my mind
Clandestine brain finished period

Lips turn grey inside turns out
I show little defence
I show little defence

But now I feel so weak
Dead trees and traffic islands never meet
Is this, is this my defeat
This purgatory for beginners
Dead trees and traffic islands

Sepia

Author: Nicky Wire

A framed adolescence
Steeped in the history of you
Stopped in the summer once for you

Experience is lost on me
I am melancholia eternally
But I still smile so stupidly

For the first time ever
I don't understand my television

And just like the moment
In Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid
I'm perpetually stuck in a sepia film
But bleeding inside I manage to keep it all in
I keep it all in

I've spoken so much rubbish
Done it in no time at all
Feelings are so fatal in the fall

No you never kissed me
Never felt anything for me
Sepia that stain that I remembered

In these unwritten diaries
That can never breathe, never breathe

And just like the moment
In Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid
I'm perpetually stuck in a sepia film
But bleeding inside I manage to keep it all in
I keep it all in

Sculpture Of Man

Author: Nicky Wire / Richey James

War censored
No blood on TV
Cheap entertainment sold like a new deodorant

World War Three
A Sega dreamland
I'd take a whore to the funeral

Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man

Jesus descends
Dachau his father
Flanders is a corpse under flowers

There's more art
In a Burger King
Than the British museum today

Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man

Wills and Harry dressed in drag
Standing over the sodomised body of their mother
Would make a beautiful poster in Athena

Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man

Spectators Of Suicide [Heavenly]

Author: Nicky Wire / Richey James

So the concept is this, basically
We're gonna walk on this nation
We're gonna walk on this racist power structure
And we're gonna say to the whole damn government:
"Stick 'em up motherfucker
This is a hold up
We've come for what's ours!"

Obedience to the law is free desire
Under curfew from sharp neon barbed wire
Wasting away this country, wearing like born dead
Free heroin shots for those who will no longer beg

Spectators of suicide
Exploding in society's eye
Spitting glass from our mouths
Dying like yesterday

The only free choice is the refusal to pay
Life reduced to suicidal comforting
Cigarette death, it's suckling
Choked on the same lines that we've all said

Spectators of suicide
Exploding in society's eye
Spitting glass from our mouths
Dying like yesterday

You're gonna shoot us dead with the words we say
You're gonna shoot us dead with the words we say
You're gonna shoot us dead with the words we say
You're gonna shoot us dead with the words we say

Democracy Coma

Author: Nicky Wire / Richey James

Sovereign fingers scrape our lives until we are bought
Screaming comatose with blackboard chalk
Siphoned minds suck a wallet full of love
Spitting out a language I don't wanna talk

Mother of the free she said that we'd breathe
Mother of the free but we just scream

To me the coronation's another auto-da-fe
Taught in schools to see her as a glorious being
I don't see happy homes but the Belfast wall
In Walkman sounds hear Sony control

Mother of the free she said that we'd breathe
Mother of the free but we just scream

Parliament mother of United Nations
Mother of history's dead son, dead sons
DNA of restriction and law
Death, famine, spectacle and war

Mother of the free she said that we'd breathe
Mother of the free but we just scream

And shocks of hospitals and jails and wars
Whole intellects disgorged in total recall
[In Walkman sounds hear Sony control]

Strip It Down [Live At Bath Moles]

Author: Nicky Wire / Richey James

Take it off, take it off...

Alright

Ain't no fun at the government hall
Sucked back injustice sits nicely next to smiles
Paranoia at the heels of too much greed
Obedience an art form while the sad bleed

Success and love dictate while skin touches fashion
Consumerism beauty for cheap appeal
I don't wanna dance for people to watch
Smother my life in interest accounts

Outside life brings down genocide
Consumer self-hate leads to designer bullshit
Hate is art and we steal cars
Decaying flowers in the playground of the rich

You can launch sweetly and say nice things
But I ain't ever on the way up
My only way is down on disease that tries to suffocate
The pure ideals that turn to hate

Ain't no culture sleeping in here

[Strip it down so that the world can see
Pure emotion through jealousy and fear
Cunt n'cocks exposed nerves dolpins desert sea
Smokeless oxygen and soil under feet]

Bored Out Of My Mind

Author: Nicky Wire / Richey James

I'm, I'm feeling too awake
I'm, I'm tired of what I see
Everybody's dreaming running for the scream
The media's stinking drunk nothing is at stake

All the faces I love
Their skin as soft as leprosy
Words choked on my lies
Repeating love till they cry

All the faces I love
Their skin as soft as leprosy
I'm bored out of my mind
I'm too stone lazy to see

The sun, the sun is leaving me
I can't see it anymore
I tried everything to get along with you
The night's too lonesome when the heat doesn't care

All the faces I love
Their skin as soft as leprosy
Words choked on my lies
Repeating love till they cry

All the faces I love
Their skin as soft as leprosy
I'm bored out of my mind
I'm too stone lazy to see

Just A Kid

Author: Nicky Wire

Afraid of the sun
So afraid of the sky
Touch it and taste it
But don't reach too high

Bewildered by them
Then so uncomplicated
All these feelings
Not fully created

Just a kid amongst the Autumn leaves
A kid kicking around with no worries
Just a kid searching through the debris
Just a kid acting like I used to be
Just a kid acting like I used to be

Afraid of the sun
So afraid of the sky
Touch it and taste it
But don't reach too high

Hurting and yearning
And yet so carefree
Waking and dreaming
The world at my feet

Just a kid amongst the Autumn leaves
A kid kicking around with no worries
Just a kid searching through the debris
Just a kid acting like I used to be
Just a kid acting like I used to be

Just a kid just a man and a boy
Just a moment that time will destroy

Close My Eyes

Author: Nicky Wire

I close my eyes and then I count to ten
Shake some hands and then I feel ashamed
I'm in control but I am out of time
I lost the need for any desire
Any desire

I had ambition but it slipped away
In holy goodness it is here to stay
It's not about us anymore
It's not about us
'bout us anymore

I close my eyes and then I count to ten
I open them up and I shut them again
Look at the crowd and then forget my part
Back to memory and then back to the start
Back to the start

Back to some familiar song
Back to reality, back to fuck all
It's not about us anymore
It's not about us
'bout us anymore

Close my eyes and then I count to ten
Sign some papers and then they are my friends
Attempt to make a bed, my skin aches
Not even massage can make my body straight
My body straight

Count to ten and pretend I'm home
Just a job I get well paid for
It's not about us anymore
It's not about us
'bout us anymore

I close my eyes
I close my eyes

Valley Boy

Author: Nicky Wire

Here I am in Amsterdam
I like it here they speak my language
Even though it's not my own
It's got BBC for comfort zone

But best of all it's got Marks and Spencer
Equality for the masses never felt better

And some of my dreams
They may have come true
But so have my nightmares
Which I can't get through

And now I've lost the power to speak
And now I've lost the power to eat
Idle and out of touch in Europe

Nothing's gone and nothing's changed
All that was before will still remain
It's too late to learn a new currency

And some of my dreams
They may have come true
But so have my nightmares
Which I can't get through

We Her Majesty's Prisoners

Author: Nicky Wire / Richey James

Jewels drip red and I don't sound proud
Treason's ambition I want dead procession
All we got unholy leftovers of a compromise
Leaving us like butterflies trapped in the frost

Right now

Ceremonial rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Ceremonial rape machine
Love won't corrode you

England's glory lives on in worldwide genocide
So celebrate Buchenwald as her majesty's heir
Now an obsolete face on a currency of illusion
No matter what we own we can't buy freedom

Ceremonial rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Ceremonial rape machine
Love won't corrode you

Throw myself against you cos you ain't frail
Underneath silk riches 66 million giving slaves
This needle of religion's gonna rust in my skin
Tear out and exit obeyance of created sin

Ceremonial rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Ceremonial rape machine
Love won't corrode you baby

Faces pressed at gates of anniversary torture
Without these fake images we'd never bow down
Don't need this history but we still accept
Conscripted into a past that invents our guilt

Ceremonial rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Ceremonial rape machine
Love won't corrode you

Hold the future
You are my lover

We Are All Bourgeois Now

Author: Eden / Baker / Gane / Williamson

There's something wrong somewhere here
So through unclean streets
I made my way

With holes in my shoes
And my children asleep at my feet
I paid my way

In every town on the way
The people looked grey
The buildings looked healthy

But one day I met a man
With money to spare
He said he would tell me how it is

The State he began
Has been propping up people too long
For far too long

We all got lazy and couldn't be bothered
To make our way through the world

But we are all bourgeois now
Once there was class war
But not any longer
Because baby we are all bourgeois now
So go out and make your way in the world

We're free to choose
We're all free to choose
We're all free to choose
We're free to choose

In booming Britain we all work together
To raise ourselves in the world
Each of us knows someone
Who has done well for themselves
So well for themselves

"Thank you" I said as I left
I'll be on my way
I see how it is

We are all bourgeois now
And somehow I'll raise myself in the world

I'm free to choose
We're all free to choose
We're all free to choose
I'm free to choose

We're all bourgeois now
We're all bourgeois now
We're bourgeois now

Rock And Roll Music

Author: Chuck Berry

Just let me hear some of that rock and roll music
Any old way you choose it
It's got a back beat, you can't lose it
Any old time you use it
Rock and roll music
If you want to dance with me
If you want to dance with me

I've got no kick against modern jazz
Unless they try to play it too darn fast
And change the beauty of the melody
Until they sound just like a symphony

That's why I go for that rock and roll music
Any old way you choose it
It's got a back beat, you can't lose it
Any old time you use it
Rock and roll music
If you want to dance with me
If you want to dance with me

I took my loved one over cross the tracks
So she can hear my man a-wail a sax
I must admit they have a rockin' band
Man they were going like a hurricane

That's why I go for that rock and roll music
Any old way you choose it
It's got a back beat, you can't lose it
Any old way you use it
Rock and roll music
If you want to dance with me
If you want to dance with me

Way down South they gave a jubilee
The jockey folks they had a jamboree
They're drinkin' homebrew from a water cup
The folks dancin' got all shook up

And started playin' that rock and roll music
Any old way you choose it
It's got a back beat, you can't lose it
Any old time you use it
Rock and roll music
If you want to dance with me
If you want to dance with me

Don't care to hear 'em play a tango
I'm in the mood to dig a mambo
It's way to early for a congo
So keep a-rockin' that piano

So I can get some of that rock and roll music
Any old way you choose it
It's got a back beat, you can't lose it
Any old time you use it
Rock and roll music
If you want to dance with me
If you want to dance with me

It's So Easy [Live At The London Marquee, 4th September 1991]

Author: Adler / McKagan / Stradlin / Rose / Slash / Arkeen

I see your sister in her Sunday dress
She's out to please
She pouts her best
She's out to take
No need to try
Ready to make

It's so easy, easy
When everybody's trying to please me baby
It's so easy, easy
When everybody's trying to please me

Cars are crashin' every night
I drink and drive everything's in sight
I make the fire
But I miss the firefight
I hit the bullseye every night

It's so easy, easy
When everybody's trying to please me baby
It's so easy, easy
When everybody's trying to please me

I see you standing
You think you're so cool
Why don't you just
Fuck off

You get nothing for nothing
If that's what you do
Turn around bitch I got a use for you
Besides you ain't got nothing better to do
And I'm bored

It's so easy, easy
When everybody's trying to please me baby
It's so easy, easy
When everybody's trying to please me

So come with me
Don't ask me where cos I don't know
I'll try to please you
I ain't got no money but it goes to show

It's so easy, so fucking easy
It's so easy, so fucking easy
It's so easy, so fucking easy
It's so easy

Take The Skinheads Bowling

Author: Lowery / Krummenacher / Nolla / Segel / Lisher

Every day I get up and pray to Jah
And he increases the number of clocks by exactly one
Everybody's coming home for lunch these days
Last night there were skinheads on my lawn

Take the skinheads bowling
Take them bowling
Take the skinheads bowling
Take them bowling

Some people say that bowling alleys got big lanes
[Got big lanes, got big lanes]
Some people say that bowling alleys all look the same
[Look the same, look the same]
There's not a line here that goes here that rhymes with anything
[Anything, anything]
I had a dream last night, but I forget what it was
[What it was, what it was]

Take the skinheads bowling
Take them bowling
Take the skinheads bowling
Take them bowling

I had a dream last night about you my friend
I had a dream, I wanted to sleep next to plastic
I had a dream, I wanted to lick your knees
I had a dream, it was about nothing

Take the skinheads bowling
Take them bowling
Take the skinheads bowling
Take them bowling

Been A Son [Recorded Live For Radio 1's 'Evening Session', 7th April 1999]

Author: Kurt Cobain

She should have stayed away from friends
She should have had more time to spend
She should have died when she was born
She should have worn a crown of thorns

She should have been, been a son
She should have been, been a son
She should have been, been a son
She should have been, been a son

She should have stood out in the crowd
She should have made her mother proud
She should have fallen on her stance
She should have had another chance

She should have been, been a son
She should have been, been a son
She should have been, been a son
She should have been, been a son

She should have stayed away from friends
She should have had more time to spend
She should have died when she was born
She should have worn a crown of thorns

She should have been, been a son
She should have been, been a son
She should have been, been a son
She should have been, been a son

Out Of Time

Author: Mick Jagger / Keith Richards

You don't know what's going on
You've been away for far too long
You can't come back
And think you are still mine

You're out of touch my baby
My poor old-fashioned baby
I said baby, baby, baby
You're out of time

Well baby, baby, baby
You're out of time
I said baby, baby, baby
You're out of time

Yes you are left out
Out of there without a doubt
Baby, baby, baby
You're out of time

You thought you were a clever gir
l Giving up your social whirl
But you can't come back
And be the first in line

You're obsolete my baby
My poor old-fashioned baby
I said baby, baby, baby
You're out of time

Well baby, baby, baby
You're out of time
I said baby, baby, baby
You're out of time

Yes you are left out
Out of there without a doubt
Baby, baby, baby
You're out of time

Well baby, baby, baby
You're out of time
I said baby, baby, baby
You're out of time

Yes you are left out
Out of there without a doubt
Baby, baby, baby
You're out of time

Well baby, baby, baby
You're out of time
I said baby, baby, baby
You're out of time

Yes you are left out
Out of there without a doubt
Baby, baby, baby
You're...

Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head

Author: Hal David

Raindrops keep falling on my head
Just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
Nothing seems to fit
Oh raindrops keep falling on my head
Keep a-falling

Cos I just done me some talking to the sun
And I said I didn't like the way he got things done
Sleeping on the job
Oh raindrops keep falling on my head
Keep a-falling

But there's one thing I know
The blues they send to meet me won't defeat me
It won't be long till happiness comes up to greet me,
to greet, greet, greet, greet me

Raindrops keep falling on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red
Crying's not for me
Cos I ain't gonna stop the rain by complaining

Because I'm free, nothing's bothering me
Because I'm free, and nothin's bothering me
Because I'm free, and nothin's bothering me
Because I'm free, and nothin's bothering me

Bright Eyes [Live And Acoustic At The London Astoria, 21st December 1994]

Author: Mike Batt

A little homemade Christmas card

Is it a kind of dream
Floating down on the river
Following the river of death down the stream
Oh is it a dream

There's a fog on the horizon
A strange glow in the sky
And nobody knows where you can go
Or what does it mean
Oh-oh is it a dream

Bright eyes
Burning like fire
Bright eyes
How can you close and fail
How can the eyes that burned so brightly
Suddenly turn so pale
Bright eyes

Is it a kind of shadow
Reaching over the hill
Wandering over the hills unseen
Or is it a dream

There's a high wind in the trees
A cold sound in the air
And nobody knows where you can go
And where do you start
Oh-oh into the dark

Bright eyes
Burning like fire
Bright eyes
How can you close and fail
How can the eyes that burned so brightly
Suddenly grow so pale
Bright eyes

Train In Vain [Live At The Telewest Arena, Newcastle, 14th December 1998]

Author: Joe Strummer / Mick Jones

This is called "Train In Vain"

You say you stand by your man
So tell me something I don't understand
You said you love me and that's a fact
Then you left me, said you felt trapped

Well some things you can explain away
But this heartache still remains this day

Did you stand by me
Oh oh
Did you stand by me
No way

All the times
When we were close
I'll remember these things the most
I see all my dreams come tumbling down
I can't be happy without you 'round

So alone I keep the wolves at bay
And there is only one thing I can say

Did you stand by me
Oh oh
Did you stand by me
No way

You must explain why this must be
Did you lie when you spoke to me

Did you stand by me
Oh oh

Now I got a job
But it don't pay
I need new clothes
I need somewhere to stay
But without all these things I can do
But without your love I won't make it through

But you don't seem to see my point of view
I suppose there's nothing I can do

Did you stand by me
Oh oh
Did you stand by me
No way

You must explain why this must be
Did you lie when you spoke to me?

Did you stand by me
Oh oh
Did you stand by me
No way

Wrote For Luck

Author: Happy Mondays

I wrote for luck
They sent me you
I sent for juice
They sent me poison
I hold the line
You form a queue
Try anything hard
There's nothing else you can do
Oh you can try but you can't chain me
I can slip and stand and bend and roll over
I don't read
I just dance
There's more than one sign
And it's getting less
When you're wet
You're getting drier
You used to speak the truth
But now you're liar
You used to speak the truth
But now you're clever

Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh

I wrote for luck
They sent me you
I sent for juice
They sent me poison
I hold the line
You form a queue
Try anything hard
There's nothing else you can do
And when you're wet
You're getting drier
You used to speak the truth
But now you're liar
You used to speak the truth
But now you're clever
And when it's hot
You start to melt
Cos you're not made of cheese
You're made of chocolate
And when it's cold
You tend to cry
You keep on piling on
And not put it by

Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh

What's My Name [Live At The Cambridge Junction, 20th October 1992]

Author: Joe Strummer / Mick Jones

What the hell is wrong with me, oh-oh
I'm not who I'm supposed to be, oh-oh

What's my name
Name
Name

I tried to join a Ping-Pong club, oh-oh
Sign on the door said all full up, oh-oh

What's my name
Name
Name

Here we are in Cambridge now
Are we gonna indulge in the usual clichés
Of dumb class scum
Dumb class war
Yes, for our money

Now I'm round the back of your house at night, oh-oh
Best Sunday suit, are you sleeping tight, oh-oh

What's my name
Name
Name

Name
Name
Name

Velocity Girl

Author: Robert Gillespie / James Beattie

Here she comes again
With vodka in her veins
Been playing with the spike
She couldn't get it right

Splendour in silver dress
Velocity possess
The world was hers and then
It fell apart again

I don't need anyone to help me
Don't want anyone at all
Because my so-called friends have left me
And now I don't care at all

Leave me alone
Leave me alone
Leave me alone

Can't Take My Eyes Off You

Author: Bob Crewe / Robert Gaudio

You're just too good to be true
I can't take my eyes off you
You feel like heaven to touch
I wanna hold you so much

At last love has arrived
And I thank God I'm alive
You're just too good to be true
I can't take my eyes off you

Pardon the way that I stare
There's nothing else to compare
The sight of you leaves me weak
There are no words left to speak

So darling if you feel like I feel
Darling let me know if it's real
You're just too good to be true
I can't take my eyes off you

Ba da ba da ba da da ba
Ba da da ba da ba da da
Ba ba da da ba da ba da
Da ba ba da da ba da

I love you baby
And if it's quite all right
I need you baby
To warm a lonely night
I love you baby
Trust in me when I say

Oh pretty baby
Don't bring me down I pray
Oh pretty baby
Now that I've found this day
So let me love you baby
Let me love you

You're just too good to be true
I can't take my eyes off you
You feel like heaven to touch
I wanna hold you so much
At last love has arrived
And I thank God I'm alive
You're just too good to be true
I can't take my eyes off you

Ba da ba da ba da da ba
Ba da da ba da ba da da
Ba ba da da ba da ba da
Da ba ba da da ba da

I love you baby
And if it's quite all right
I need you baby
To warm a lonely night
I love you baby
Trust in me when I say

Oh pretty baby
Don't bring me down, I pray
Oh pretty baby
Now that I've found this day
So let me love you baby
Let me love you

Didn't My Lord Deliver Daniel?

Author: Traditional

Didn't my Lord deliver Daniel?
Deliver Daniel, deliver Daniel?
Didn't my Lord deliver Daniel?
And why not every man?

He delivered Daniel from the lion's den
And Jonah from the belly of the whale
And the Hebrew children from the fiery furnace
Why not every man?

Didn't my Lord deliver Daniel?
Deliver Daniel, deliver Daniel?
Didn't my Lord deliver Daniel?
And why not every man?

The moon runs down in a purple stream
And the sun refused to shine
And every star did disappear
Yes, freedom shall be mine

Didn't my Lord deliver Daniel?
Deliver Daniel, deliver Daniel?
Didn't my Lord deliver Daniel?
And why not every man?

Last Christmas [Live And Acoustic For 'TFI Friday', December 1996]

Author: George Michael

Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
The very next day
You gave it away

This year
To stop me from tears
I'll give it to someone special

Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
The very next day
You gave it away

This year
To stop me from tears
I'll give it to someone special

Once bitten but twice shy
I keep my distance
But you still catch my eye

Tell me baby
Do you recognise me?
It's been a year
It doesn't surprise me

Happy Christmas
I wrapped it up and sent it
With a note saying:
'I loved you, I meant it'

Now I know what a fool I've been
But if you kissed me now
I know you'd fool me again

Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
The very next day
You gave it away

This year
To save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special

Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
The very next day
You gave it away

This year
To stop me from tears
I'll give it to someone special

The Everlasting