THE JAM lyrics - Sound Affects

That's Entertainment

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A police car and a screamin' siren Pneumatic drill and ripped-up concrete A baby wailing, a stray dog howling The screech of brakes and lamplight blinking That's entertainment That's entertainment A smash of glass and the rumble of boots An electric train and a ripped-up phone booth Paint-splattered walls and the cry of a tomcat Lights going out and a kick in the balls I say that's entertainment That's entertainment La la la la la, ah La la la la la, ah Days of speed and slow-time Mondays Pissing down with rain on a boring Wednesday Watching the news and not eating your tea A freezing cold flat with damp on the walls I say that's entertainment That's entertainment La la la la la La la la la la Waking up at 6 A.M. on a cool warm morning Opening the windows and breathing in petrol An amateur band rehearsing in a nearby yard Watching the telly and thinking 'bout your holidays That's entertainment That's entertainment La la la la la, ah La la la la la, ah La la la la la, ah La la la la la Waking up from bad dreams and smoking cigarettes Cuddling a warm girl and smelling stale perfume A hot summer's day and sticky black tarmac Feeding ducks in the park and wishing you were far away That's entertainment That's entertainment Two lovers kissing masks a scream of midnight Two lovers missing the tranquility of solitude Getting a cab and travelling on buses Reading the grafitti about slashed-seat affairs I say that's entertainment That's entertainment La la la la la, ah La la la la la, ah La la la la la, ah La la la la la La la la la la, ah La la la la la, ah La la la la la, ah La la la la la La la la la la, ah La la la la la, ah La la la la la, ah

The Critical Distance

And Also the Trees
Never beginning, never ending days Days when the ceiling is so low I cannot stand And the blunted knife presses into me Melting in the airless heat The walls close into me Nudging me this way and that From one to another Like nervous thunder Thudding in my head a heart Is beating out the boredom Nudging me this way and that From one to another Like nervous thunder Until I fall to claustrophobic sleep And the ever-watching walls lean over me But when I wake I feel alone There is nothing but a vast blank floor And although the walls are watching I can never reach them No matter how far I walk I can never reach them And the knife begins to shine Hisses in my hand Slices through the always blank distance So I can see my hooded girl Swipes through the whitewash nothing That shrouds my hooded girl She walks to me across the furrowed fields I see a human headed fish revolving in her belly And the knife it sparkles Like the piercing yellow mirror sea And slashes open dead sailors clouded memories Spills their seaweed dreams over me Spill their seaweed dreams over me Spill their seaweed dreams over me Spill their seaweed dreams... over me As I lie on the coral Amongst the driftwood And the ever watching walls lean over me

Epiphany

JILL SCOTT "The Real Thing: Words And Sounds Vol. 3"
Watching, Watching as he took the holder off his shoulder Fire in his eyes,hands getting bolder Quiet,quiet Growing excited Dug him for his bank account,but really for his private Damn about a mindset Really wasn't into that Needed me some pleasing,jon looking real fat Laidback was his foreplay All that was needed,needed was some of that Started simple Massaging on my temple Pinching on my mountain peaks That a sisters into I responded,"Mmmmm." You like the sound,I like makin'it more I fell for the rock and shore Enough,he brought it close so I could really see Up close he slid between my breast Sweaty with lust and sweat Rode Mt.Saint Scott 'til ooooo Creamy lava landed on my skin and neck Blended with my all day Chanel scent This freaking was incredulent,decadent Flip side,stomach meets sheets He plows inside as if he's making beats As if this year's harvest depended on it Bendin'on it Back on my back old fashioned is renewed Red toenail polish on whitewalls Documenting this freaking,ahhhhh I must... Remember... To thank him... Later. No,no,no, No,no,no I take charge of ship Moving with my back and my hips Like my ancestors did Speaking the Bantu,Ranga and tonga?? But I've gotta stop all that to make it longer, But it's too late I put him to sleep Curled all up,spasm all in his feet Feeling all proud like I did something deep Aint really nothin'it's the way that it be North Philly sister repin'hard like me But why do I feel so empty?

Wake Up Older

JULIE ROBERTS "Julie Roberts"
Slept in my makeup Didn't get my teeth brushed I crashed on the couch And now my mouth tastes like yesterday's news Well hello Jim Beam Oh the places you've seen If only you could talk You'd tell me why he walked out on me and you Oh the things lovers do when it's over Oh the things lovers do when it's done Find a cool bottle or a warm shoulder Wake up older And try to move on I drove around last night Thinkin' 'bout our last fight I cruised by your house And all the lights were out and you were gone So I found me a stranger With his comforting danger But I thought about you The whole time we were gettin' it on Oh the things lovers do when it's over Oh the things lovers do when it's done Find a cool bottle or a warm shoulder Wake up older And try to move on Find a cool bottle or a warm shoulder Wake up older Wake up older Slept in my makeup Didn't get my teeth brushed I crashed on the couch and now my mouth tastes like Yesterday's news

Coastline

AMERICA "Alibi"
Written by Gerry Beckley, 1980 Found on Alibi. I drive to the coastline Looking for visual pleasures to catch my eye The sun turns around hits me on the shoulder I fly away Due to the situation this morning All in the world's OK I head down Sunset north to Santa Barbara We sail away I could live in the walls of a prison Where the warm summer winds would never blow Then again, think of what I'd be missing (as to the other side) And how some do it I'll never know, I'll never know I must have spent a lifetime as a sailor Sailin' the ocean blue But every single waterway leads to you To you I could live in the walls of a prison Where the warm summer winds would never blow Then again, think of what I'd be missing (as to the other side) And how some do it I'll never know, I'll never know I'm headin' out over an ocean of blue The trailin' wake far behind Won't turn me down And it won't turn me around I could live in the walls of a prison Where the warm summer winds would never blow Then again, think of what I'd be missing (as to the other side) And how some do it I'll never know, I'll never know

Locked Doors (Transit Demo)

JACK'S MANNEQUIN "People And Things"
Okay, take a look, look, look at you Gotta match the face with the feeling Check the flash, record, start the healing Right now... right now... Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, start again It's hard admitting you're not fitting with your old friends The clock is ticking, and the clicking is the only thing in your head In your head Pieces of your love life Came crashing down And breaking up And locked doors aren't that hard to bust through Did you stay true to what's been true to you? When all of the wreckage settles Will all of your precious metals Sleep with you like the devil who seduced you? You'd better get used to waking up alone Okay, take a look, look, look at this It's a wreck, a wreck is what you needed Check the stats; you're better when you're bleeding I'll wash my hands, these bloody prints So stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, start again It's hard admitting you're not fitting with your old friends It's so disarming watching all the walls come closing in In on you, you've got no clue; one, two... Pieces of your love life Came crashing down And breaking up And locked doors aren't that hard to bust through Did you stay true to what's been true to you? When all of the wreckage settles Will all of your precious metals Sleep with you like the devil who seduced you? You'd better get used to waking up alone Oh, whoa, my head is screaming at me It's screaming at me, 'cause I Put my money where your mouth was, mouth was Tastes good, does it? Can't sleep because it always was the... Pieces of your love life Came crashing down You're breaking up These locked doors aren't that hard to bust through Did you stay true to what's been true to you? When all of the wreckage settles Will all of your precious metals Sleep with you like the devil who seduced you? Well, you better get used to waking up alone You better get used to waking up alone...

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