Frenzal Rhomb Lyrics
Frenzal Rhomb Lyrics
"Disappointment Lyrics"
The Jug Of Punch Lyrics
Francis McPeake/Ewan MacColl As I was sitting with a jug and spoon, one Sunday morning in the month of June. A birdie sang in an ivy bunch and
Francis McPeake/Ewan MacColl As I was sitting with a jug and spoon, one Sunday morning in the month of June. A birdie sang in an ivy bunch and
I can see the pain in your eyes
As you try to comprehend your way of life
And I don't think I'm a failure at something
I haven't done yet
I'd be like you if I needed to
I know that you just want me to be happy
As long as that happiness coincides
With your stylised distortions of
Don't Let Her Know Lyrics
Lips make a smile on my face eyes don't let her see you shed a tear Heart don't let her hear you skip a beat And pride don't let her know how much
my values Lips make a smile on my face eyes don't let her see you shed a tear Heart don't let her hear you skip a beat And pride don't let her know how much
and a work ethic that no longer applies
We don't want to work too hard
Just accept the way we are
It's your disappointment tearing us apart
Can't you understand this is our time
It's not a phase we're getting on just fine
It's easier to talk about redemption
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Electric Fan Lyrics
An electric fan That keeps me company tonight It's nights like this make It easy to forget Why we used to fight ...It also makes it eas
han questionable backwards moral lines An electric fan That keeps me company tonight It's nights like this make It easy to forget Why we used to fight ...It also makes it eas
It might just be academic pretensions
or justifying when to fantasise
We don't want to work too hard
Just accept the way we are
It's your disappointment tearing us apart
I can see the pain in your eyes
As you try to comprehend your way
Who Cares Lyrics
Did you ever wake up in the morning with a freight-train running trough your head an empty whiskey bottle by your pillow and a burnend out
of life Did you ever wake up in the morning with a freight-train running trough your head an empty whiskey bottle by your pillow and a burnend out
I know that you just want me to be happy
As long as that happiness coincides
With your stylised distortions of my values
and work ethic that no longer applies
We don't want to work too hard
Just accept the way we are
It's the disappointment tearing us apart