Monthly Archives: March 2014

Gang of Four, What We All Want

This wheel spins letting me off,  It’s not the lack of trying,  Can’t put my finger on it

You can’t help being hard up,  Can’t trust the gods we trusted,  Don’t think that’s any insurance

Could I be happy with something else,  I need something to fill my time,  Could I be happy with something else,  I need someone to fill my time

This wheel spins letting me off,  These doubts and nagging worries,  Nothing to work towards

This demon on my back,  Preaches the razors cut,  The hope that does not fade

Could I be happy with something else,  I need something to fill my time,  Could I be happy with something else,  I need something to fill my time

This wheel spins letting me off,  It’s not the lack of trying,  Can’t put my finger on it

You can’t help being hard up,  Can’t trust the gods we trusted,  Don’t think that’s any insurance

Could I be happy with something else,  I need something to fill my time,  Could I be happy with something else,  I need someone to fill my time

Could I be happy with something else,  I need something to fill my time,  Could I be happy with something else,  I need someone to fill my time

Morrissey, First of the Gang to Die

You have never been in love…  until you’ve seen the stars… reflect in the reservoirs,

And you have never been in love… until you’ve seen the dawn rise… behind the home for the blind.

We are the pretty petty thieves… and you’re standing on our streets… where Hector was the first of the gang with a gun in his hand… and the first to do time… the first of the gang to die, oh my.

Hector was the first of the gang with a gun in his hand… and the first to do time… the first of the gang to die, oh my.

You have never been in love… until you’ve seen sunlight thrown… over smashed human bone.

We are the pretty petty thieves… and you’re standing on our streets… where Hector was the first of the gang with a gun in his hand… and the first to do time… the first of the gang to die. Such a silly boy.

Hector was the first of the gang with a gun in his hand… and a bullet in his gullet… and the first lost lad… to go under the sod.

And he stole from the rich and the poor… and the not very rich and the very poor… and he stole all hearts away… he stole all hearts away… he stole all hearts away… Away… he stole all hearts away… Away.

 

They Might Be Giants, Don’t Let’s Start

Don’t Let’s Start / They Might Be Giants

Don’t don’t don’t let’s start
This is the worst part
Could believe for all the world
That you’re my precious little girl
But don’t don’t don’t let’s start
I’ve got a weak heart
And I don’t get around how you get around
When you are alone you are the cat, you are the phone
You are an animal
The words I’m singing now
Mean nothing more than meow to an animal
Wake up and smell the cat food in your bank account
But don’t try to stop the tail that wags the hound
D, world destruction
Over and overture
N, do I need
Apostrophe T, need this torture?
Don’t don’t don’t let’s start
This is the worst part
Could believe for all the world
That you’re my precious little girl
But don’t don’t don’t let’s start
I’ve got a weak heart
And I don’t get around how you get around