1. |
Jazz
05:13
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Crowded place, hear no face
Over music and the fog
See your wrist, connected fingertips
Pointing at me
Pulling me in with a subtle flick
The glowing in your eyes
Slowly matches mine
Hair cascades casting shadows
Across your face
Asking questions with no answer
Take a seat upon my knee
We'll fall in love for an hour
But when it's time to go don't go home
So we can continue creating
This debortuous love disaster
Art deco furniture starts to look
Amber because sun is rising
And your hand I'm still holding
Blow me a kiss and I'll catch
And smash it on my lips
Lean in for the real thing but
You're not what I'm after but you look a lot like her
And maybe this is as close as I'll be
I've got something to ask but I can't help but feel
Like Delboy when he falls through the bar
Can I call you her name?
Can I call you her name?
Can I call you her name?
Can I call you her name?
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2. |
Do I Turn You On?
04:00
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Tonight our love's in Technicolour
Are their aces up your sleeve
Tell me the punchline before the joke
Are you blowing a kiss at me
Tell me secrets I already know
Do you ever hold another hand
Lead me up the stairs we go
Are you in the mood for a one night stand
Is your breathing getting hotter
Your mind games going to water because
Tonight I'll break your heart
Will you suck it and see baby
Because our knees are getting shaky
And your eyes are rolling back
Do I turn you on
Do I turn you on
Cowboys on a tattered settee
Have I ripped your best blue jeans
Are you mardy or are you in the mood
For wonderlust on the seven seas
Sin, sin in my solitude
No more aces up my sleeve
You wont be blowing a kiss at me
On a gloomy Toon afternoon
Is your breathing getting hotter
Your mind games going to water because
Tonight I'll break your heart
Will you suck it and see baby
Because our knees are getting shaky
And your eyes are rolling back
Do I turn you on
Do I turn you on
Is your breathing getting hotter
Your mind games going to water because
Tonight I'll break your heart
Will you suck it and see baby
Because our knees are getting shaky
And your eyes are rolling back
Do I turn you on
Do I turn you on
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3. |
She's Done It All Before
02:09
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Ingénue amorata
A femme fatale just ask her
Pussycat at play
Asunder your heart
Whispering in your ear
Baritone to make it clear
Hair cascading across her face
A natural charm
Sultry and haughty
Her gaze cuts the mist
Remiss is her kiss
She's done it all before
She's done it all before
Lookin' across the bar
She's never that far
Sippin' on your whiskey
Feelin' supercharged
Looks you straight in the eye
Bites her bottom lip
Muttering something in French
Viens avec moi ce soir
But the night is over
So don't try to find her
She's not one to fall in love
She's done it all before
She's done it all before
But the night is over
So don't try to find her
She's not one to fall in love
She's done it all before
She's done it all before
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4. |
The Real Me
03:44
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I caught you talking to the real me
Can't tell you how unhappy that shit makes me
Next time you see him leave him be
You found this song and put it on repeat
This song was supposed to stay between
Brian May and me
The house lights go up and the crowd erupts
Everything went like it should
Rock star sinks back into lounge lizard state
Flamboyant costume remain
Came towards me in a nonchalant way
Pulled on my padlock and chain
I asked for her name and she asked me to play
Cigarettes and beers, get in the car she's skipping gears
I caught you talking to the real me
Can't tell you how unhappy that shit makes me
Next time you see him leave him be
You found this song and put it on repeat
This song was supposed to stay between
Brian May and me
She opens my internal dictionary
And uncovers the rules to my game
I ask her to stop as the sunlight emerges
The rock star's been killed, the guitar case is closed
I caught you talking to the real me
Can't tell you how unhappy that shit makes me
Next time you see him leave him be
You found this song and put it on repeat
This song was supposed to stay between
Brian May and me
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5. |
Outside
02:53
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Is it raining outside
Has the football pitch frozen over
This scarf across your eyes
Is losing it's paradise
As you say you don't care
But you told me that yesterday
And show me you really care
Press your face close to mine
While we're playing in the dead of the night
Like we did in paradise
We're just powder blue monkeys
So say goodnight
We're either fighting or fucking
Always docked in tempestuous bay
Why plead with me to stay
When for the third time today
Your minds already run away
Will my chest be touching on your back
Didn't she say where she was going
Didn't she
She lit a cigarette and smiled though
So she's happy then
Let's go before the rain gets heavier John
Grab your coat
Alright I'll see you there
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6. |
Black Coffee
02:47
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Her smile played a very different tune
As her eyes scanned the crowded room
The elegance she displayed yesterday
She said I've shagged it all away and are you coming out to play
The morning didn't have the same view
My coffee's tasting bitter was I looking any thinner
The knife that was in my back
She told me not to worry coz' she put it in there for me
Break free contemplation
As she reeled me right back in
Her best was the steam of the kettle
Her worst was the spin of the spoon
Joint tucked behind her ear
Seductively bit on her lace
Lent in and whispered to me
With a covert look on her face
Her words were ground coffee beans
She was the coffee that everybody needed
Oh no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
Oh no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
And as she took another breath out of my cigarette
She says I regret to tell you I can no longer know you
And as she took another breath out of my cigarette
She says I regret to tell you I can no longer know you
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7. |
A Night With Stilettos
04:45
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Stiff collar pops up, now he's James Dean
Sweeping comb through his hair so he sees
Jittering nervous lump in his throat
Hides under sunglasses and faking fur coat
Down the spiced rum and walks into the club
Now he's setting the scene
Wrinkle faint, lipstick red
On a brunette, almost cougar
Slow burn cigarette in her hand she waves over
Encapsulating, electric charm
She's his Elizabeth Taylor
Well now they're having fun
Buy a drink, they're dreaming quick
That race will run
Approaches him with her eyes
Now she's tired, shows her hotel key
Room fifty-three
And with a wink she says
Lets sleep
He's the moth compelled by her light
Neon blue strobing, he could leave if he liked
But something isn't right
In spite of his strange delight
It's not the girl he belongs too
The one you want is a flight away
And he could serenade her
Every single day oh no
But he's not he's in this club instead
Well now they're having fun
Buy a drink, they're dreaming quick
That race will run
Approaches him with her eyes
Now she's tired, shows her hotel key
Room fifty-three
And with a wink she says
Lets sleep
So come along, come along
Come along, come along
It doesn't matter they say
True love is dead
Or so they say
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8. |
The Crime Of The Century
04:10
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Miles twiddles his thumbs, increasingly smelling of rum
With 6p in his pocket and another larger in hand
Now he's off to a local show, to see if he can still throw
His leg over a local girl
But in the back row he forgets the words
To the songs he used to know
When life was his show
Sunken eyes and a young man's dream
Staring up at a football screen
Chelsea's a waitress with silver screen dreams
Who's years have flown by stuck in soap opera scenes
At the bar serving coffee and tea to the musician
Who thought the beers would be free
She starts to cry, as she thought she'd be someone
The news of the world is lawyers doing lines
As Policeman turns a blind eye 'coz it's after eleven
And politicians in fitted suits
Sending out armed troops
Where there is no war
Is this the crime of the century?
"Hey Jimmy" they say "play us another song by the band we used to see"
He tunes his guitar, gets up off the settee
But the bar is empty and he dreams of the years
When the foldback's were better and the mic smelt like beer
Yet the owner refuses to put bread in his jar, how will he run his car?
Is this the crime of the century?
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9. |
Do I Turn You On?
04:00
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Tonight our love's in Technicolour
Are their aces up your sleeve
Tell me the punchline before the joke
Are you blowing a kiss at me
Tell me secrets I already know
Do you ever hold another hand
Lead me up the stairs we go
Are you in the mood for a one night stand
Is your breathing getting hotter
Your mind games going to water because
Tonight I'll break your heart
Will you suck it and see baby
Because our knees are getting shaky
And your eyes are rolling back
Do I turn you on
Do I turn you on
Cowboys on a tattered settee
Have I ripped your best blue jeans
Are you mardy or are you in the mood
For wonderlust on the seven seas
Sin, sin in my solitude
No more aces up my sleeve
You wont be blowing a kiss at me
On a gloomy Toon afternoon
Is your breathing getting hotter
Your mind games going to water because
Tonight I'll break your heart
Will you suck it and see baby
Because our knees are getting shaky
And your eyes are rolling back
Do I turn you on
Do I turn you on
Is your breathing getting hotter
Your mind games going to water because
Tonight I'll break your heart
Will you suck it and see baby
Because our knees are getting shaky
And your eyes are rolling back
Do I turn you on
Do I turn you on
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