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BLUR lyrics - Best of Blur

Beetlebum

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Beetlebum, what you done? She's a gun, now what you done? Beetlebum Get nothing done, you beetlebum Just get numb, now what you done Beetlebum And when she lets me slip away She turns me on and all my violence gone Nothing is wrong, I just slip away And I am gone Nothing is wrong She turns me on I just slip away and I am gone Beetlebum, because you're young She's a gun, now what you done? Beetlebum She'll suck your thumb, she'll make you come Cause she's your gun, now what you done? Beetlebum And when she lets me slip away She turns me on and all my violence gone Nothing is wrong, I just slip away And I am gone There's nothing wrong She turns me on I just slip away and I am... He's on, he's on, he's on it He's on, he's on, he's on it He's on, he's on, he's on it He's on, he's on, he's on it...

Rivethead

Chemlab
shooting blanks relentless pitchblade- microwave and the old collision out of order everything just turns to drool and white-hot indecision the pages burn the stomach churns the cycle turns lose your peace lose your mind crack the eggshell to escape the total trauma suicide deadline- Going Out of My Head!- lying on back in the dark listening to the hum of the machine tricked up wound up wound up trying to break your dreams the watcher seeker hunting out with a hungry eye the destroyer needs to feed it's hard to find the door the lock when your whole life is out of key- Going Out of My Head!- want to slip that needle in want to smell those fumes again want to beat those skins again but there's something wrong there's something wrong- Going Out of My Head!

My Childish Bride

THE AIRBORNE TOXIC EVENT "Dope Machines"
Have you ever seen a map laid flat, four corners pinned back, all the lines and the legend in black, so clear that you feared it was nearly all in your mind? And the phrase that fell from her lips left a rip from the top of your shoulders to the point of your hip; and the feeling that you get is if God exists he’s really unkind. But it’s not what you want to say when you’re losing. All the meaning’s lost in the choosing: the right side, the wrong side, the side that’s been winning. Forget the words, look back to the beginning. My childish bride, Oh how I, miss your face Sometimes, I see my life slip by across your face There’s an ocean on land. There’s a plan. There’s a plan. There’s a fifty-foot tower running power over sand. There was a city on a hill. It was a thrill but the lights are all gone. Now we stare at each other like a sister to a brother, like a pusher to a shover, like a secret to a cover, like a lover to a lover under covers with the stereo on. But it’s not what you said to me when you were leaving. Oh this mass of bodies, we’re heaving the right way, the wrong way, the way that they taught us. Forget your words, remember they got us. My childish bride, Oh how I, miss your face Sometimes, I see my life slip by across your face Tell me are you real? Do you feel? Do you steal these moments you reveal with those eyes that can’t conceal? Were you wronged? Was your song just some clever thing that you made up? ‘Cause the words are just right and I could listen all night. I could whisper. I could bite. I could write. I could write. I could sing. I could cling. There’s not a single thing I’d ever give up. But it’s not what you meant to me when you were leaving. Oh this mass of bodies all heaving the right way, the wrong way, the way that they taught us. Forget yourself, remember they bought us. My childish bride, Oh how I, miss your face Sometimes, I see my life slip by like a taste of death.

Pop & Television

MEJA "Seven Sisters"
You're itching from the fever you get from your receiver Forever gonna be there, always tuning in the news on your radio hoping for a brainstorm bullet Write a letter to a talk show, hosted by a one eyed ghost Don't deny imagination, in a hopeless situation Hide in your own pocket Ride your silver rocket Sing a simple song Nothing can go wrong Pop & Television turns you on electric meditation strong enough to be my little doll Pop & Television sings your song and never tells you you are wrong, and that's what really turns you on Acting really brave, cuz you know you got it made another pop slave always looking for a dream on your life screen, a little something in between You're throwing out yourself on the net, rocking with a three legged mermaid Sadness can be education, madness perfect explanation Hide in your own pocket Ride your silver rocket Sing a simple song Nothing can go wrong Pop & Television turns you on electric meditation strong enough to be my little doll Pop & Television sings your song and never tells you you are wrong, and that's what really turns you on Buy your pleasure friend Play it 'til the end Then you start again without the lonely desperation a brand new guaranteed relation You'll be a famous star a perfect what you are Funny situation Enjoy your reputation, now Pop & Television turns you on electric meditation strong enough to be my little doll Pop &Television sings your song and never tells you you are wrong, and that's what really turns you on

Vindicated

DASHBOARD CONFESSIONAL "Spiderman 2 Soundtrack"
Hope, dangles on a string Like slow spinning redemption Winding in and winding out The shine of it has caught my eye and Roped me in so mesmerizing so hypnotizing I am captivated I am... Vindicated I am selfish, I am wrong I am right, I swear I'm right Swear I knew it all along And I am flawed But I am cleaning up so well I am seeing in me now The things you swore you saw yourself So clear Like the diamond in your ring Cut to mirror your intention Oversized and overwhelmed The shine of which has caught my eye And rendered me so isolated So motivated, I am certain now That I am.. Vindicated I am selfish, I am wrong I am right, I swear I'm right Swear I knew it all along And I am flawed But I am cleaning up so well I am seeing in me now The things you swore you saw yourself So turn up the corners of your lips Part them and feel my finger tips Trace the moment, fall forever Defense is paper thin Just one touch and I'd be in too deep now to ever swim against the current So let me slip away, so let me slip away So let me slip away, so let me slip against the current So let me slip away, so let me slip away So let me slip away, so let me slip away Vindicated I am selfish, I am wrong I am right, I swear I'm right Swear I knew it all along And I am flawed But I am cleaning up so well I am seeing in me now The things you swore you saw yourself My hope, dangles on a string Like slow spinning redemption

Another Park, Another Sunday

THE DOOBIE BROTHERS "What Were Once Vices Are Now Habits"
(Tom Johnston) I'm sittin' in my room, I'm starin' out my window And I wonder where you've gone Thinking back on the happy hours just before the dawn Outside the wind is blowin' It seems to call your name again Where have you gone City streets and lonely highways I travel down My car is empty and the radio just seems to bring me down I'm just tryin' to find me A pretty smile that I can get into It's true, I'm lost without you Another lonely park, another Sunday Why is it life turns out that way Just when you think you got a good thing It seems to slip away It's warm outside, no clouds are in the sky But I need a place to go and hide I keep it to myself I don't want nobody else To see me cryin' all those tears in my eyes Another park, another Sunday Why is it life turns out that way Just when you think you got a good thing It seems to slip away Another park, another Sunday It's dark and empty thanks to you I got to get myself together But it's hard to do

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