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Milo
02:36
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i miss you milo
riding on your velo
writing with your stylo
stealing all my gateau
oh oh, i miss you milo
i miss you milo
floating on your lilo
sipping on your pernod
like it was in bordeaux
oh oh, i miss you milo
well i can't ride a bicycle
and you can't say my name
but bike back to me
cycle to me baby
we can share the blame
no i can't ride a bicycle
and you can't say my name
learn to say my name
and bike back to me baby
we can share the blame
milo
want to be your monroe
you can be my brando
we can recite rousseau
we can open escrow
live inside a chateau
i'll drive a deux chevaux
oh oh, i miss you milo
well i can't ride a bicycle
and you can't say my name
but bike back to me
cycle to me baby
we can share the blame
so i can't ride a bicycle
and you can't say my name
learn to say my name
and bike back to me baby
we can share the blame
yes you're far too bobo
and my french is so-so
this is such a no-no
but i miss you milo
yes you're far too bobobo
and my french is so-so-so
this is such a no-no-no
mais a propos
i miss you milo
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2. |
Mary's Song
03:02
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wish i was more rock'n'roll
or had more national pride
i should drink more alcohol
and have less self control sometimes
crossed the language barrier
should be getting tenure soon
but anti-frizz conditioner
spilt into my auto-tune
i'll let you call me mary
if i can take you home
we'll make a village of this town
and call it our own
call it our own
a law abiding citizen
accumulating vitamins
i'd shake it up, i'd do the twist
if i didn't have a to-do list
you'll be my eel, so electric
i'll feel pretty and domestic
shrink my mini skirt for you
we'll go to paris, order pain perdu
i'll let you call me mary
if i can take you home
we'll make a village of this town
and call it our own
call it our own
just hear me out
it'll come to me soon
need to air out
all the thoughts in my room
skip around breathe in the fumes
snap a shot with flash and zoom
find the words to stretch the tune
it'll come to me soon
it'll come to me soon
i'll let you call me mary
if i can take you home
we'll make a village of this town
and call it our own
we'll call it our own
you'll call me mary
i will take you home
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3. |
Pickled Love
03:34
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i know i betrayed
promises i made
at the time, at the time
but it was no lie
when i said my love won't die
at the time
was no lie at the time
the truth is fickle
cuts you down like a sickle
so the trust starts to trickle
and the love begins to pickle
oh pickled love
oh pickled love
i'm not one for pretending
conversation was ending
it was time, it was time
so i said goodbye
oh to see you cry
it was time
told myself it was time
had a good boy who loved me
now i've no boy to love me
just some bad boys who bug me
need two good arms to hug me
oh pickled love
oh pickled love
when i said we'd be friends
'twas my biggest offence
with the time, with the time
i hope you'll forgive
so that we might relive
with the time
with the time
the truth is fickle
cuts you down like a sickle
so the trust starts to trickle
and the love begins to pickle
oh pickled love
oh pickled love
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4. |
When We Grow Up
02:55
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we don't know what we'll be when we grow up
hope to know before our time is up
we try to be realistic, but we're so damn artistic
all these dreams, wake me up
we're quitting jobs and going back to school
we're learning skills and sharpening our tools
let's toast the over-qualified, do you want scrambled or fried?
sugar, honey, take me for a fool
we don't know what we'll be when we grow up
hope to know before our time is up
perfect prey for cults and kooks, we're banking on a fluke
can i invite you to my show?
this artwork is big and black
there's an explanation on the back
wake up feeling so ambitious, but mama's food is so delicious
mercy, take me home
take me home
take me home
i said mercy mercy mercy
take me home
they're coughing on about ladders and careers
we're saving up to run away from here
and if it turns out life's a bitch, then we can marry rich
bite our tongue and volunteer
we don't know what we'll be when we grow up
hope to know before our time is up
we try to be realistic, but we're so damn artistic
all these dreams
all these dreams
all these dreams, wake me up
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5. |
Lay Down
03:21
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why was i so ready to lay myself bare for you
every thought to share with you
correlate and care for you
(i ask again)
why was i so ready to lay myself bare for you
every thought to share with you
correlate and care for you
why was i so ready to lay down with you
dive right in and drown with you
kingdom and a crown for you
(i ask again)
why was i so ready to lay down with you
dive right in and drown with you
kingdom and a crown for you
your protective mother
told me not to bother
your prospective lover
warned me not to go there
why'd i need to lay it on the line for you
explain every sign to you
will you be mine, i said to you
will you be mine, i said to you
will you be mine, i said to you
will you by mine
why'd i need to lay it on so thick with you
want it all so quick with you
think that it would stick
your protective mother
told me not to bother
your prospective lover
warned me not to go there
even with an arrow through my chest
i still could not lay down to rest
even with an arrow through my chest
i still could not lay down to rest
no no ---
oh no ---
your prospective mother
she told me not to bother you
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6. |
Yayo's Lullaby
03:16
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if i fall asleep before we say good night
leave you to get up, switch off the light
but you're not tired
you're just not tired
you can wake me up
if your worries won't let you unwind
too much rolling round and round your mind
so you cannot sleep
can not fall asleep
you can wake me up
and if you jump up from a nightmare and all around is black
yes it's hard to calm down with those visions flashing back
oh you try and shake it off
but it just won't shake off
you can wake me up
and if my big dreams keep me busy
eyes shut to what's around me
and you don't dare to disturb me
'cause the clock will go off early
well it's okay
you can wake me up
any hour at all
you can wake me up
three a.m. or four
you can wake me up
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7. |
My Love
03:24
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sorry for these hoops i put you through, my love
sorry for the looks i give to you, my love
for all the doubts i cannot hide
and that my eyes are always wide
my love, my love, my love
for in these times of global greed
i don't even know my needs, my love, my love
and i made up 28
but i still need you to wait, my love, my love
we're so old
we're so young
we're so old
we're so young
set in our moulds
holding our guns
we're so old
we're so young
so if i circle like a vulture
round the prey that is my culture
it's not to counter you, my love
if i clench up like a fist
that you're trying to unpick
it's not to knock you down
and we're jealous of our parents' generation
and we're angry at our parents' generation
still we seek their affirmation
we're so old
we're so young
we're so old
we're so young
set in our moulds
holding our guns
we're so old
we're so young
sorry that i had to write this song, my love
that I have privacy so wrong, my love
my love, my love, my love
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8. |
Count With Me
03:35
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the phones are off
media too
the neighbours have passwords
no way through
nothing is beeping
no one is buzzing
radio silence
just me and you
the interns are sleeping
the boss got the flu
the deadlines are dead to me now
no work to do
nothing to report
no one to court
the conference concluded
it's just us two
so darling count with me, count with me
1 2 4 6 5 3 in the 21st century
the guests overstayed
so we bid them goodbye
this storm is strong
but we're in the eye
the plumber he pumped
the builders they banged
but the scaffolding's down
it's just you and i
so darling count with me, count with me
1 2 4 6 5 3 in the 21st century
the protest is over
the police are gone
they diverted the birds
this is a no-fly zone
way past the curfew
time to go home
it's all boiled down
we're finally alone
so darling count with me, count with me
1 2 4 6 5 3 in this crazy century
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9. |
Whirlybird
03:00
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hey there helicopter
stop that hovering around
got your head up in the clouds
and your feet don't touch the ground
it's busy in this city
no time to see your friends
you're trying to strike a balance
you're working at weekends
i hear you talk so tired
like today was too tough
but if you come a little closer
i'll call tomorrow off
hey there helicopter
stop that hovering around
got your head up in the clouds
and your feet don't touch the ground
it's freezing in this city
you don't know what to wear
too cold to follow fashion
far too cold to care
they sent you to the exit
and your body got lost
but if you come a little closer
i think you'll defrost
hey there helicopter
stop that hovering around
got your head up in the clouds
and your feet don't touch the ground
you want to live in nyc
like everybody else
but your green card is blue
and columbus got there first
with your travelling soul
and your wondering mind
oh whirlybird
won't you land by my side?
hey there helicopter
stop that hovering around
got your head up in the clouds
and your feet don't touch the ground
it's lonely in this city
even when you call it home
so many people
you feel so alone
you want to stand out
there's a very long queue
but if you come a little closer
i'll notice you
hey there helicopter
stop that hovering around
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i would have been your lover
probably not more
my survival skills
would have danced me to the door
but for a time i'd be your muse
let me amuse you with the image
i would have been your lover
probably not more
my survival skills
would have danced me to the door
but for a time i'd be your muse
let me amuse you with the image
up the hill in hydra
or down in greenwich village
and the sun would turn me olive
and i'd pose for the sleeve
the cold would keep us warm
under blankets, thick as thieves
sólo es música
a poor man's prose
sólo es música
a rich man's woes
i'd be high on hormones
you'd be low on cash
we'd uncork a bottle
smoke into the stash
just when i'd feel like i'd arrived
you'd say you have to leave
i'd be left looking at myself
on your record sleeve
and i'd grow jealous of olivia
and of your olivetti
stop playing the artist, lenny
"i tried, but he won't let me"
sólo es música
a poor man's prose
sólo es música
a rich man's woes
i try to take it stoically
we all take what we can
how it feels to be the lady
of a ladies' man
head held high i walk this town
i've taken what i can
and i still hear you whisper to me
"i'm your man"
yes i would have been your lover
no i wouldn't ask for more
it's just shame that you were born
in 1934
sólo es música
a poor man's prose
sólo es música
just a rich man's woes
up the hill in hydra
or down in greenwich village
and the sun would turn me olive
and i'd pose for the sleeve
the cold would keep us warm
under blankets, thick as thieves
sólo es música
a poor man's prose
sólo es música
a rich man's woes
i'd be high on hormones
you'd be low on cash
we'd uncork a bottle
smoke into the stash
just when i'd feel like i'd arrived
you'd say you have to leave
i'd be left looking at myself
on your record sleeve
and i'd grow jealous of olivia
and of your olivetti
stop playing the artist, lenny
"i tried, but he won't let me"
sólo es música
a poor man's prose
sólo es música
a rich man's woes
i try to take it stoically
we all take what we can
how it feels to be the lady
of a ladies' man
head held high i walk this town
i've taken what i can
and i still hear you whisper to me
"i'm your man"
yes i would have been your lover
no i wouldn't ask for more
it's just shame that you were born
in 1934
sólo es música
a poor man's prose
sólo es música
just a rich man's woes
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11. |
The Onion
04:20
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calendar hung on the wall
keep calm and carry on
it says to the hall
all those numbers and squares
a casino at work
my bet's on tomorrow
we could all use a perk
oh the onion of opinion stings my eyes
and the layers of love take me by surprise
will you teach me the words, stay by my side
my feet are so tired tired tired tired tired
night-shift spread on my skin
but it still seems to peel
i guess its too thin
or its just the season
and i am a snake
shedding my sins
wipe me clean as a slate
oh the onion of opinion stings my eyes
and the layers of love take me by surprise
won't you teach me the words, stay by my side
my feet are so tired tired tired tired tired
you and i we don't go way back
but i picked a card
and you held the pack
let's sing for the jokers
and queens of this town
they're keeping me up
i need to lie down
oh the onion of opinion and the layers of love
sting my eyes, take me by surprise
teach me the words, lay by my side
my feet are so tired tired tired tired
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