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Alchoholstaark
03:39
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Alcoholstaark
There’s no opinions I can truly call my own.
I take my orders on the latest telephone.
Don’t be surprised when they stop you in the street,
And check your baggage for forgiveness,
One drink will motivate me to get up and leave.
Could someone follow me home?
My occupation eats my body and my soul,
A dull necessity, it tightens up control.
Don’t be surprised when they stop you in the street,
And check your baggage for forgiveness,
One drink will motivate me to get up and leave.
Could someone follow me home?
There’s nothing thrilling in the final cigarette.
Nothing at all, no regrets.
Take love, from me it’s cheap and quick.
I won’t betray your final confidence.
Don’t be surprised when they stop you in the street,
Just ask your conscience for forgiveness.
Why should we worry when our judgement is divine?
Laugh at the innocents jammed between the lines.
Don’t be surprised when they stop you in the street,
And check your baggage for forgiveness,
One drink will motivate me to get up and leave.
Could someone follow me home?
There’s nothing thrilling in the final cigarette.
Nothing at all, no regrets.
Take love, from me it’s cheap and quick.
I won’t betray your final confidence.
Don’t be surprised when they stop you in the street,
Just ask your conscience for forgiveness.
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2. |
Motor Industry
03:41
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Motor Industry
When I see your mother in the street,
I get a filthy taste in my mouth.
(Marina)
She got a job for me,
(Marina)
In the motor industry.
Sweating like a Viva up a tree,
As the sparks hits the ceiling.
(Marina)
She got a job for me,
(Marina)
In the motor industry.
Come to the country!
Oh, come now lad…
The work ain’t that bad!
(Why don’t you?)
Why don’t you take me to the bathroom?
(Why don’t you?)
Why don’t you lead me up the stairs?
(Why don’t you?)
We’ll get away from this.
(Oh Marina)
Surely you can’t?
(Oh Marina)
Surely you can’t miss?
Follow the messiah,
He is the new radiator!
(Marina)
He got a job for me,
(Marina)
In the motor industry.
Universal mover of machines,
In the cathedral of power.
(Marina)
He got a job for me,
(Marina)
In the motor industry.
Come to the country!
Oh come now boys and girls…
(Why don’t you?)
Why don’t you take me to the bathroom?
(Why don’t you?)
Why don’t you lead me up the stairs?
(Why don’t you?)
We’ll get away from this.
(Oh Marina)
Surely you can’t?
(Oh Marina)
Surely you can’t miss?
Follow the messiah,
He is the new radiator!
(Marina)
He got a job for me,
(Marina)
In the motor industry.
Universal mover of machines,
In the cathedral of power.
(Marina)
He got a job for me,
(Marina)
In the motor industry.
Come to the country!
Oh, come now lad…
The work ain’t that bad!
(Why don’t you?)
Why don’t you take me to the bathroom?
(Why don’t you?)
Why don’t you lead me up the stairs?
(Why don’t you?)
We’ll get away from this.
(Oh Marina)
Oh you can’t…
(Oh Marina)
Surely you can’t miss?
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Garden Contract (or 'Frank')
Come around when you feel like it,
You could take me for a drive, drive.
Just want to see you you’re so sympathetic,
My sense of reason is deprived.
I want you but you don’t want me,
I like touching all the time.
I want you but do you want me?
I get voices all the time.
All the time…
It would be better if you came round tonight,
I vacillate from bad to worse and worse to bad.
My heart will burst at the full, full moon,
My hands are shaking oh
It’s too, too sad.
But you don’t need me.
You got money in the bank.
You tell me I’m weird and screwy,
You don’t have to be so frank,
Frank.
I still remember what you did Frank,
You shot your brother in the garden shed.
I know that it was just an accident,
It’s such a shame that he’s dead.
When you smile I get so nervous,
Silent laughter gets me scared.
Do you frighten me on purpose?
Is that why your teeth are bared?
Naked.
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Toothbrush in my Inside Pocket
I got a toothbrush in my inside pocket,
You never know when the war is gonna start.
Red flashes in the shopping precinct,
dull thud of shells bursting in the park.
And when the end comes I ain’t gonna panic,
I read the civil defence code.
I’ m gonna hide in the city sewer
Waiting for my head to implode.
(Repeat)
I want God to make me smile, annihilation of the super power.
Lock up the boys with their war toys,
And put them in a cupboard til they scream.
And when the end comes I ain’t gonna panic,
I read the civil defence code.
I’ m gonna hide in the city sewer,
Waiting for my head to implode.
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5. |
Bullet
03:29
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And don’t you point that tongue at me girl,
It might go off and do some damage.
You know a bullet from your lips love
Would send me crashing to the floor!
And male supremacy
It’s the only way to be.
You think you scare me don’t you?
Too right you bloody do!
In the night I wake up screaming,
I feel a banging in my head.
I think you’re staring through the window,
But god you’re lying here in bed!
Couldn’t you leave me honey?
And fall in love with someone else?
Take a plane to South America?
Or take that job in Bangla Desh?
Sometimes I take a sneaky look at you
From the corner of my eye.
I see your gold teeth flashing,
And I think I’m gonna die!
Oh I wish that you would kill me.
Sink your teeth into my heart.
I would feel so very peaceful,
If we were always far apart.
I’d love to run away,
Get away from you forever.
But you would always find me out
Cos you’re so foxy and so clever!
In the night I wake up screaming,
I feel a banging in my head.
I think you’re staring through the window,
But god you’re lying here in bed!
Couldn’t you leave me honey?
And fall in love with someone else?
Take a plane to South America?
Or take that job in Bangla Desh?
Sometimes I take a sneaky look at you
From the corner of my eye.
I see your gold teeth flashing,
And I think I’m gonna die!
And don’t you point that tongue at me girl,
It might go off and do some damage.
You know a bullet from your lips love
Would send me crashing to the floor!
And male supremacy
It’s the only way to be.
You think you scare me don’t you?
Too right you bloody do!
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Aint we lucky to be free
04:14
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Ain’t we lucky to be free
I don’t waste no time with slick phraseology.
I don’t have no time to take in what the papers and the TV tell me.
I find it strange that they know for sure, when we’re right and when we’re bloody wrong.
Oh life is like a little rainbow,
With a colour TV
Oh life is like a little rainbow in the sky,
With a colour TV
Sun and the Mirror say listen to us!
Pin your eyes to the tits on page 3!
Keep your job and you can get a car on the HP
Screw your wife and stay inside the law.
Oh ain’t we lucky to be free?
To watch what we feel like on the telly.
Oh ain’t we lucky to be free?
To watch what we feel like on the telly.
And when you were a kid do you remember what they said.
Keep your mouth shut, keep your nose clean
It’s the only way you’re gonna stay ahead.
But when you’re old and dumb and incontinent,
They’ll dance and laugh behind your back.
And you’ll get a bit of company
From the colour TV
And you’ll get a bit of company
Watching crossroads on the telly.
Oh ain’t we lucky to be free?
To watch what we feel like on the telly.
Oh ain’t we lucky to be free?
To watch what crossroads on the telly.
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7. |
Get ready (live)
03:44
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Get Ready (live)
I never met a woman who could make me move the way that you do;
You’re alright
Whenever I’m asked who makes me scream and shout
I say that you do.
You’re outta sight.
So fiddle –dee-dee,
Fiddle-dee-dum,
Stick your little finger right up my bum.
I’m gonna make love to you
So get ready, get ready.
I’m gonna try and make you love me too
So get ready, get ready.
Get ready cos here I come,
(I’m on my way)
Get ready cos here I come.
If all my friends should wanna love you too,
I’d understand it.
(Be alright.)
But the loving they’re gonna miss in the time it takes to find you,
(Be outta sight.)
So fiddle –dee-dee,
fiddle-dee-dum,
Look out baby cos here I come.
I’m gonna make love to you
So get ready, get ready.
I’m gonna try and make you love me too
So get ready, get ready.
Get ready cos here I come,
(I’m on my way)
Get ready cos here I come.
I never met a woman who could make me move the way that you do;
(You’re alright)
Whenever I’m asked who makes me scream and shout
I say that you do.
(You’re outta sight.)
So fiddle –dee-dee,
fiddle-dee-dum,
Look out baby cos here I come.
I’m gonna make love to you
So get ready, get ready.
I’m gonna try and make you love me too
So get ready, get ready.
Get ready cos here I come,
(I’m on my way)…
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Green and Clear
Soul music at the Too Much club tonight.
Oh Danny could you be there?
Blue amphetamine grin for you,
But could he see you through?
Something special in the air
(Green and clear)
I can feel it everywhere
It’s in my mind.
(Repeat)
She moves into her body like a glove,
Over to the dance floor.
Ultra violet kisses blow
He couldn’t help but know.
Soul music is the trigger of the gun.
They’re falling for each other.
Ultra violet kisses blow
He couldn’t help but know.
Something special in the air ….
Something special in the air
(Green and clear)
I can feel it everywhere
It’s in my mind.
(Repeat)
Something special in the air
(Green and clear)
I can feel it everywhere
It’s in my mind.
(Repeat)
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9. |
Cold water holiday
04:23
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Cold water walking up the ladder of my spine.
Clipping from the holiday, dripping in the brine.
Cold water spreads the mud, flat back to the horizon.
Heat cracks the hollow crabs, upturned to whistle.
La la la, la la la la.
Cold water holiday!
La la la, la la la la.
Cold water holiday!
La la la, la la la la.
Cold water holiday!
Cold water cracking back the shingle to the rocks,
Hands across the oceanic semen of the fox.
Sweeney and his nightingales
Clamber to the moon.
Cowboys and Indians whistle an old tune.
La la la, la la la la.
Cold water holiday!
La la la, la la la la.
Cold water holiday!
La la la, la la la la.
Cold water holiday!
You snapped your beak
And tore the instamatic
From my hand
Twisting snakes buried
To the pelvis pushing in the sand.
Put your finger in my mouth!
Cold water walking up the ladder of my spine.
Clipping from the holiday, dripping in the brine.
Sweeney and his nightingales
Clamber to the moon.
Cowboys and Indians whistle an old tune.
La la la, la la la la.
Cold water holiday!
La la la, la la la la.
Cold water holiday!
La la la, la la la la.
Cold water holiday!
You snapped your beak
And tore the instamatic
From my hand
Twisting snakes buried
To the pelvis pushing in the sand.
Put your finger in my mouth!
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Creeping out the Back Way
Creeping out the back way,
It’s all been done before.
It’s got to be the best way
To see you more and more.
But I don’t care
I don’t give a damn
It’s just that I
Don’t wanna get to see her old man.
She was only sixteen,
The apple of her Daddy’s eye.
If he should ever catch me,
This mother’s gonna die.
Well that’s alright
Well so it goes
As long as I
Can get to see you alone.
She’s the kind of lady
That creeps into your brain
You know I’m goin’ crazy.
She’s driving me insane.
Well that’s alright
Well so it goes
As long as I
Can get to see you alone.
He found us in his bedroom,
Rolling on his bed
He threw me out the window.
I landed on my head.
It’s over now,
Won’t see you again.
It’s over now
I guess that this is the end?
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11. |
Dirty photographer
04:55
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Dirty Photographer
I used to be a dirty photographer
Taking shots of my girlfriend’s dirty bits.
I’d sell them cheap in the Grosvenor centre,
Lurid views of her fanny and tits.
But now I’m sitting in the nick,
With five years still left to do,
Sometimes I think I never should have done it,
And then I think of all those pictures of you.
You used to pose in a tiger-skin bikini,
Up the trees, up Harlestone firs,
And on the settee nearly bollock naked,
With just a g-string made of nylon fur.
But now I’m sitting in the nick,
With five years still left to do,
Sometimes I think I never should have done it,
Then I think of all those pictures of you.
Legs and thighs and bum and belly button
Zooming out and zooming in
Upside down and hanging from the curtains,
Just the thought makes my head spin.
But in the end they bloody caught me,
I got my nose rubbed in the dirt.
I was hiding half way down a manhole
Taking photos up traffic wardens’ skirts.
I used to be a dirty photographer
Taking shots of my girlfriend’s dirty bits.
I’d sell them cheap in the Grosvenor centre,
Lurid views of her fanny and tits.
But now I’m sitting in the nick,
With five years still left to do,
Sometimes I think I never should have done it,
Then I think of all those pictures of you.
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12. |
I Hate Dogs (live)
01:39
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I Hate Dogs
I hate dogs all shapes and sizes,
Especially ones with large incisors,
Mangy critters with dirty habits,
I hate them all…..
Greyhounds, tripe hounds, corgis, poodles,
Turn them into crispy noodles;
Police dogs, guide dogs, gun dogs, sheep dogs,
I hate them all…..
See them crapping in the gutter,
Owners standing there, letting them do it,
Leaving their stinking mess behind them,
Making me puke and throwing up me biscuits.
Setters, springers, dachshunds, collies,
Bulldogs, boxers, Doberman pinchers,
Huskies, goldfish, cocker spaniels,
They’re just mongrels…..
Fido, Bonzo, Rover, Lassie,
Bengo, Pluto, Patch and Toby,
Sheeba, Sookie, Cindy, Sammy,
They make me sick…..
Worms and hardpad, mange and rabies,
Man’s best friend will kill your babies,
Growling, barking, snuffling, sniffling,
Licking their tads and moulting on the carpet…..
I hate dogs all shapes and sizes,
Especially ones with large incisors,
Mangy critters with dirty habits,
I hate them all…..
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Coil UK
Genre: new wave, post punk, fast, sharp, slightly chippy, good SOH, mature, attractive, desirable, not too
stupid.
Members: Phil Dann (guitar, vocals), Tony Harrison (bass, vocals), , Kev Jones (drums), Finbar Lillis (vocals) Steve Curtis (percussion, vocals)
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