DiscothequeDo
you feel loved Mofo
If
God will send his angels Staring
at the sun
Last
night on Earth Gone MiamiThe
playboy mansion If you
wear that velvet dress Please
Wake up dead man
You can reach,
but you can't grab it
You can't hold
it, control it - you can't bag it
You can push, but
you can't direct it
Circulate, regulate,
oh no you cannot connect it
You know you're
chewing bubble gum
You know what that
is but you still want some
You just can't
get enough of that lovey dovey stuff
You get confused,
but you know it
Yeah, you hurt
for it, work for it - love
You don't always
show it
Let go - let's go
- discotheque
Go go - let go
- discotheque
Looking for the
one
But you know you're
somewhere else instead
You want to be
the song
The song that you
hear in you head
It's not a trick,
'cause you can't learn it
It's the way you
don't pay - that's okay, 'cause you can't earn it
You know you're
chewing bubble gum
You know what that
is but you still want some
You just can't
get enough of that lovey dovey stuff
Let go - let's go
- discotheque
Go go - let go
- discotheque
Looking for the
one
But you know you're
somewhere else instead
I want to be the
song
Be the song that
you hear in you head
But you take what
you can get
'Cause it's all
that you can find
Oh, you know there's
something more
But tonight, tonight,
tonight
Boom cha - boom
cha - discotheque
Boom cha - boom
cha - discotheque
Do you feel loved? Do you feel loved?
Take the colours
of my imagination
Take the scent
hanging in the air
Take this tangle
of a conversation
Turn it into your
own prayer
With my fingers
as you want them
With my nails under
your hide
With my teeth at
your back
And my tongue to
tell you the sweetest lies
Do you feel loved?
Do you feel loved?
And it looks like
the sun, but it feels like the rain
Love's a bully pushing
and shoving
In the belly of
a woman
Heavy rhythm taking
over
To stick together
- a man and a woman
Stick together
- man and woman
Stick together
Do you feel loved?
Do you feel loved?
Do you feel loved?
And it looks like
the sun, but it feels like rain
And there's heat
in the sun to see us through the rain
Do you feel loved?
Looking for
to save my, save my soul
Looking in the
places where no flowers grow
Looking for to
fill that God shaped hole
Mother, mother
sucking rock and roll
[Been around the
back - been around the front]
Holy dunc, spacejunk
coming in for the splash
White dopes on
punk staring into the flash
Looking for the
baby Jesus under the trash
Mother, mother
sucking rock and roll
Mother, mother
sucking rock and roll
Mother, am I still
your son?
You know I've waited
for so long to hear you say so
Mother, you left
and made me someone
Now I'm still a
child - no-one tells me no
[Been around the
back - been around the front]
Looking for a sound
that's going to drown out the world
Looking for the
father of my two little girls
Got the swing -
got the sway - got myself a lemonade
Still looking for
the face I had before the world was made
Mother, mother
sucking rock and roll
Bubble popping,
sugar dropping rock and roll
Nobody else
here baby
No-one here to
blame
No-one to point
the finger
It's just you and
me and the rain
Nobody made you
do it
No-one put words
in your mouth
Nobody here taking
orders
When love took
a train heading south
It's the blind leading
the blonde
It's the stuff,
the stuff of country songs
If God will send
his angels
And if God will
send a sign
And if God will
send his angels
Would everything
be alright?
God has got his
phone off the hook, babe
Would he even pick
up if he could?
It's been a while
since we saw that child
Hanging round the
neighbourhood
See his mother
dealing in a doorway
See Father Christmas
with a begging bowl
Jesus sister's
eyes are a blister
The High Street
never looked so low
It's the blind leading
the blonde
It's the cops collecting
for the cons
So where is the
hope and where is the faith and the love?
What's that you
say to me?
Does love light
up your Christmas tree?
The next minute
your blowing a fuse
And the cartoon
network turns into the news
If God will send
his angels
And if God will
send a sign
And if God will
send his angels
Where do we go
Jesus never let
me down you know
Jesus used to show
me the score
Then they put Jesus
in show business
Now it's hard to
get in the door
It's the stuff,
it's the stuff of country songs
But I guess it
was something to go on
And if God will
send his angels
I sure could use
them here right now
Well if God would
send his angels
Where do we go?
Summer stretching
on the grass - summer dresses pass
In the shade of
a willow tree creeps a crawling over me
Over me and over
you - stuck together with God's glue
It's going to get
stickier too
It's been a long
hot summer
Let's get undercover
Don't try too hard
to think - don't think at all
I'm not the only
one staring at the sun
Afraid of what
you'd find if you took a look inside
Not just deaf and
dumb - staring at the sun
Not the only one
who's happy to go blind
There's an insect
in your ear
If you scratch
it won't disappear
It's going to itch
and burn and sting
Do you want to
see what the scratching brings?
Waves that leave
me out of reach
Breaking on your
back like a beach
Will we ever live
in peace?
'Cause those that
can't do often have to
And those that
can't do often have to preach
To the ones staring
at the sun
Afraid of what
you'll find if you took a look inside
Not just deaf and
dumb - staring at the sun
I'm not the only
one who'd rather go blind
Intransigence is
all around
Military still
in town
Armour plated suits
and ties
Daddy just won't
say goodbye
Referee won't blow
the whistle
God is good but
will He listen?
I'm nearly great,
but there's something missing
I left it in the
duty free
Though you never
really belonged to me
You're not the only
one staring at the sun
Afraid of what
you'd find if you stepped back inside
Not sucking on
my thumb - I'm staring at the sun
Not the only one
who's happy to go blind
She feels the
ground is giving way
But she thinks
we're better off that way
The more you take
the less you feel
The less you know
the more you believe
The more you have
the more it takes today
You got to give
it away
You got to give
it away
You got to give
it away
She don't care
what it's worth
She's living like
it's the last night on earth
She's not waiting
on a saviour to come
She's at the bus
stop with news of the world
And the sun, sun,
here it comes
She's not waiting
for anyone
You got to give
it away
You got to give
it away
You got to give
it away
She don't care
what it's worth
She's living like
it's the last night on earth
Slipping away -
time is slipping
The world turns
and we get dizzy
Slipping away
She's living, living
next week now
You know she's
going to pay it back somehow
She hasn't been
to bed in a week
She'll be dead
soon, then she'll sleep
You got to give
it away
You got to give
it away
You got to give
it away
She already knows
it hurts
She's living like
it's the last night on earth
The last night
on earth
Last night on earth
You get to feel
so guilty - got so much for so little
Then you find that
feeling just won't go away
You're holding
on to every little thing so tightly
'Til there's nothing
left for you anyway
Goodbye - you can
keep this suit of lights
I'll be up with
the sun - I'm not coming down
I'm not coming
down - I'm not coming down
You wanted to get
somewhere so badly
You had to lose
yourself along the way
You change your
name, well that's okay, it's necessary
And what you leave
behind you don't miss anyway
Goodbye - you can
keep this suit of lights
I'll be up with
the sun - I'm not coming down
I'm not coming
down - I'm not coming down
And I'm already
gone
Felt that way all
along
Closer to you every
day
I didn't want it
that much anyway
You're taking steps
that make you feel dizzy
Then you learn
to like the way it feels
You hurt yourself
- you hurt your lover
Then you discover
What you thought
was freedom is just greed
Goodbye - no emotional
goodnight
I'll be up with
the sun - are you still holding on?
I'm not coming
down - I'm not coming down
Weather 'round
here chopping and changing
Surgery in the
air
Print shirts and
southern accents
Cigars and big
hair
We got the wheels
- petrol is cheap
We only went there
for a week
Got the sun - got
the sand
Got the batteries
in the handycam
Her eyes all swimming
pool blue
Dumb bells on a
diving board
Baby's always attracted
to the things she's afraid of
Big girl with the
sweet tooth
Watches the skinny
girl in the photo shoot
Freshmen - squeaky
clean
She tastes of chlorine
Love the movies
- love to walk those movie sets
Get to shoot someone
in the foot
Get to smoke some
cigarettes
No big deal - we
know the score
Just back from
the video store
Got the car and
the car chase
What's he got inside
the case?
I want a close
up of that face
Here comes the
car chase
I bought two new
suits - Miami
Pink and blue -
Miami
I took a picture
of you - my mammy
Getting hot in
a photo booth - Miami
I said you looked
like a Madonna
You said maybe
Said I want to
have your baby, baby
We could make something
beautiful
Something that
wouldn't be a problem
At least not in
Miami
You know some places
are like your auntie
But there's no
place like
Miami, my mammy
Miami, my mammy
If Coke is a
mystery
Michael Jackson
history
If beauty is truth
And surgery the
fountain of youth
What am I to do?
Have I got the
gift to get me through
The gates of that
mansion?
If OJ is more than
a drink
And a Big Mac bigger
than you think
If perfume is an
obsession
And talk shows
confession
What have we got
to lose?
Another push and
we'll be through
The gates of that
mansion
I never bought a
Lotto ticket
I never parked
in anyone's space
The banks they're
like cathedrals
I guess casinos
took their place
Love, come on down
Don't wake her,
she'll come around
Chance is a kind
of religion
Where you're damned
for plain hard luck
I never did see
that movie
I never did read
that book
Love, come on down
Let my numbers
come around
Don't know if I
can hold on
Don't know if I'm
that strong
Don't know if I
can wait that long
Till the colours
come flashing
And the lights
go on
Then will there
be no time for sorrow
Then will there
be no time for shame
And though I can't
say why
I know I've got
to believe
We'll go diving
in that pool
It's who you know
that gets you through
The gates of the
Playboy mansion
Then will there
be no time for sorrow
Then will there
be no time for shame
Then will there
be no time for sorrow
Then will there
be no time for shame
Tonight the
moon is playing tricks again
Feeling sea sick
again
And the whole world
could just dissolve into a glass of water
I've been good,
'cause I know you don't want me to
Do you really want
me to be blue as you
It's her daylight
that gets me through
We've been here
before
Last time you scratched
at my door
The moon was naked
and cold
I was like a two
year old
Who just wanted
more
If you wear that
velvet dress
If you wear that
velvet dress
Tonight the moon
has drawn its curtains
It's a private
show - no one else going to know
I'm wanting
Sunlight, sunlight
fills my room
It's sharp and
it's clear
But nothing at
all like the moon
It's okay, the struggle
for things not to say
I never listened
to you anyway
And I got my own
hands to pray
But if you wear
that velvet dress
But if you wear
that velvet dress
Tonight the moon
is a mirror-ball
Light flickers
from across the hall
Who'll catch the
star when it falls
So you never
knew love until you crossed the line of grace
And you never felt
wanted till you had someone slap your face
So you never felt
alive until you'd almost wasted away
You had to win -
you couldn't just pass
The smartest ass
at the top of the class
Your flying colours
- your family tree
And all your lessons
in history
Please, please,
please
Get up off your
knees
Please, please,
please
So you never knew
how low you'd stoop to make that call
And you never knew
what was on the ground till they made you crawl
So you never knew
that the heaven you keep you stole
Your catholic blues
- your convent shoes
Your stick-on tattoos
- now they're making the news
Your holy war -
your northern star
Your sermon on
the mount from the boot of your car
Please, please,
please
Get up off your
knees
Please, please,
please
Leave me out of
this, please
So love is hard
and love is tough
But love is not
what you're thinking of
September - streets
capsizing
Spilling over,
down the drain
Shards of glass
- splinters like rain
But you could only
feel your own pain
October - talk
getting nowhere
November, December
- remember
Are we just starting
again?
Please, please,
please
Get up off your
knees
Please, please,
please
So love is big,
is bigger than us
But love is not
what you're thinking of
It's what lovers
deal - it's what lovers steal
You know I've found
it hard to receive
'Cause you my love
I could never believe
Jesus, Jesus
help me
I'm alone in this
world
And a fucked-up
world it is too
Tell me, tell me
the story
The one about eternity
And the way it's
all gonna be
Wake up, wake up
dead man
Wake up, wake up
dead man
Jesus, I'm waiting
here, boss
I know you're looking
out for us
But maybe your
hands aren't free
Your father, He
made the world in seven
He's in charge
of heaven
Will you put a
word in for me?
Wake up, wake up
dead man
Wake up, wake up
dead man
Listen to your words
- they'll tell you what to do
Listen over the
rhythm that's confusing you
Listen to the reed
in the saxophone
Listen over the
hum of the radio
Listen over sounds
of blades in rotation
Listen through
the traffic and circulation
Listen as hope
and peace try to rhyme
Listen over marching
bands playing out their time
Wake up, wake up
dead man
Wake up, wake up
dead man
Jesus, were you
just around the corner?
Did you think to
try and warn her?
Or are you working
on something new?
If there's an order
in all of this disorder
Is it like a tape
recorder?
Can we rewind it
just once more?
Wake up, wake up
dead man
Wake up, wake up
dead man
Wake up, wake up
dead man
