1. |
Cantina
02:54
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In the old cantina
She catches my eye
So, I drown her in tequila
And we trip through the night
Maria, she looks like she already knows
Caught in her web till this story unfolds
She ain’t such a catch boys
Hold on to your hats
There she goes
The temperature’s racing
To a hundred degrees
The chilli beans are shaking
To a mariachi beat
Maria, she looks like she already knows
Caught in her web till this story unfolds
She ain’t such a catch boys
Hold on to your hats
There she goes
Oh, oh, oh, oh (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
From Hawaii to Osuna
See the coloured papers fly
The music plays a heart-shape
For the morning to decide
Maria, she looks like she already knows
Caught in her web till this story unfolds
She ain’t such a catch boys
Hold on to your hats
There she goes
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2. |
NYC
02:40
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He was walking down the street
With a half-borrowed hat set on straight
He was meeting some girl in a New York City bar
But he was late
Yeah, he’s from downtown New York City, man
She was talking on her phone
Behind the curtains of the photoautomat
Speaking in a tone that seemed at odds
Just with the way that she was sat
Guess she’s from NW London, England, man
She said she loves those Subway Clowns
That Jenny always keeps an ear to the ground
She’s always raving about those rock and roll bands
But he’s, he’s from downtown New York City
There’s a girl you gotta meet
She’s with a man who’s happy howling at the moon
(Ah whoo ooh ooh)
Danced alone to footage of a concert in her own from room
She got away, got out
And made her way down to New York City, man
Well out there on the street
He’s trying to keep himself ahead of the race
Collecting all this music so he’s got something to say and to chase
They say he bought and found
Every sound down in New York City, man
Yeah, Jenny loves those “Subway Clowns”
She says she always keeps an ear to the ground
She’s always raving about those rock and roll bands
And me?
Well, I ain’t from downtown New York City
Sometimes my head, my heart, my thoughts, they ain’t too pretty
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3. |
How Are You?
02:46
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She demonstrated fencing tricks
And short films far from home
She frequently must babysit
To supplement her load
So, I smoked out on the window ledge
And cleaned up like I was told
And I thought
I repeat myself it’s nothing new
I am a cycle turning true
A nervous “Hello, how are you?”
How are you?
I stopped into the fruit and veg
And stocked my head with doubt
“I’ve seen your face before”, she said
But the words still don’t come out
With the blowout of a birthday cake
I skipped six flights or more
And I thought
I repeat myself it’s nothing new
I am a cycle turning true
A nervous “Hello, how are you?”
How are you?
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4. |
Another Day (La La La)
02:52
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Another day has gone too far
Too busy in the clouds
Reaching up
For your chance to speak out loud
And you could leave if you wanted
But how much do you want it?
Strike a match
Hold it to my name
And I’ll try to explain
But there’s something always standing in my way
So, try it on, just try your luck
Your best won’t ever do
You lie, cheat and smile
As you’re pushing your way through
And of these moments that I’ve wasted
Yours is the moment I’m still left with
Strike a match
Hold it to my name
And I’ll try to explain
But there’s something always standing in my way
Wake your heart from its sleep
Live the love you dare to keep
Live the la la la la la
I don’t know if things will change
But they cannot stay the same
You know they cannot stay that way
As people come and as people go
The jealousy expires
And I can’t talk
Keep talking every night
But I’ll miss you in the meanwhile
Alone we walk the half-mile
Strike a match
Hold it to my name
And I’ll try to explain
But there’s something always standing in my way
But there’s something always standing in my way
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5. |
#260
03:01
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I was loud enough to start with
You were quiet enough to say
I might bring you down but I sure don't make it rain
But if I ain’t got time to sing it
Then I ain’t got time at all
I hit the floor, come on give me more, give me more
You kept on asking me for the money
I kept on picking up your signs
I left myself all but nothing but a single rhyme
I can’t wait for this to happen
I can’t wait I’ve gotta run
It was fun, we were very young but I’ve gotta run
Now I’m hiding down some alley
Holding hands with nothing but the sound
Of the giant billboards laughing
So, I made my way to the station under ground
But you’re not around
You’re not around
Two weeks ago I met you
On the red-wheeled 260
Little did I know you were charging for my time
She said, “Why are you so serious?”
“Why are you so blind?”
Wasting time, I’m doing fine, I think you’re right
Can’t even get up in the morning
You’re not in love enough to blush
You got a ticket for this ride, don’t fuck it up
So, if we’re gonna end this story
Then I’m gonna break this down
Coming round, coming round, I’m coming round
Now I’m hiding down some alley
Holding hands with nothing but the sound
Yeah, of the giant billboards laughing
So, I made my way to the station under ground
But you’re not around
You’re not around
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6. |
Chinese Laundry
03:56
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I see things that you don’t
I hear things that you won’t
I watch conversation, see
When here in the Chinese laundry
When here in the Chinese laundry
Ugly women talking
Dirty men are stalking
With duck down coats they line the street
Outside the Chinese laundry
Outside the Chinese laundry
She tries so hard to please me
Yet I know I am leaving
Though it costs just three-seven-five
When here in the Chinese laundry
Upstairs in the Chinese laundry
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7. |
Scrabble
03:52
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It’s easy when you know how
But I don’t think I know how
It’s easy when you know you’ve got one place left to run
So, lift those heavy eyelids
And leave it all behind kid
Cause out here we’re just waiting for a change
But the change won’t come
When nothing moves round here no more
When no one’s banging down your door
Yeah, I get low
Won’t you please just come on over
And play a game with me
I thought I saw you walking
I thought I heard you talking
But now you’re just a ghost in the frame of an eastbound train
So, lift those heavy eyelids
Don’t throw away what I did
Cause out here we’re just waiting for a change
But the change won’t come
When nothing moves round here no more
When no one’s banging down your door
Yeah, I get low
Won’t you please just come on over
And play a game with me
But the change won’t come
When nothing moves round here no more
When no one’s banging down your door
Yeah, I get low
Won’t you please just come on over
But I don’t wanna play anymore
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8. |
Andrew Ball
02:54
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Andrew Ball, recovering alcoholic man
Spent twelve months living upstairs at his Auntie Anne’s
Everybody knows, curtains always closed
Auntie Anne won’t answer the phone
Morning tea, runny eggs and GMTV
Pie for lunch, afternoon snooze and some Monster Munch
They say he lost his job, his wife went off with Rob
A newsagent from Loughborough Road
Everyday drags on the same
Every hour a different shade of grey
Obsessive for Das Boot, crosswords and word soups
And tea cups from the Antiques Roadshow
Andrew Ball, recovering alcoholic man
Spent twelve months living upstairs at his Aunty Anne’s
Everybody knows, curtains always closed
Auntie Anne won’t answer the phone
Morning tea, runny eggs and GMTV
Pie for lunch, afternoon snooze and some Monster Munch
They say he lost his job, his wife went off with Rob
A newsagent from Loughborough Road
Slowly things began to change (Like they always do that way)
Andrew Ball back on his feet again
Andrew Ball
Andrew Ball
Andrew Ball
Andrew Ball
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9. |
Instrumental
03:20
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10. |
100% Guaranteed
02:25
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I’ll keep you up all night
I'll keep you down when you’re high
I'll steal your money
Insult you honey
I'm guaranteed to keep you satisfied
I’ll ignore my ringing telephone
I’ll ignore you when we’re alone
I’ll sell your clothes
Make tactless jokes
I’m guaranteed to waste all of your time
So, you pay for lunch
Cause when it comes to the crunch
Honey, one flower’s a bunch
I'll keep you up all night
I’ll keep you down when you’re high
I’ll smoke them all
And leave it all to fall
I’m guaranteed to keep you satisfied
I’m guaranteed to keep you satisfied
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Nathan Burton UK
British singer-songwriter and musician originally from North Wales.
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