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A cardboard bed is a cardboard box and a cardboard face
feels the cold like an axe
In the City of Shocks
A sun boiled tan in a stiff boiled suit sporting black boiled socks
in his Jag dreaming of new ways not to pay tax
In the City of Shocks
A stoneage face with her blues in bags is being called an old hag
she's losing her rag, her hearts full of knocks
In the City of Shocks
Teenage spots on a runaway face in a runaway place, feels like she's lost
and that all the doors are locked
In the City of Shocks
The queen of the shops, spends what she aint got cos
she is scared of being one of the have nots
In the City of Shocks
And all I can do is watch
the bottom and the top
Know the electric never stops
In the City of Shocks
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Dylan Buckle, © 2003
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Aw!
I met a girl I said to myself
She looks good for my health
I know what I want and I know what I like
I know what I want and I know what I like
She's just right
She's just right
She looks so fine she gotta fine mind
Sounds so good I want to rewind
I know what I want and I know what I like
I know what I want and I know what I like
She's just right
She's just right
I lived in a lonely place
where I was out my mind
And then I saw her face
I now feel so fine
I know what I want and I know what I like
I know what I want and I know what I like
She's just right
She's just right
She's just right right right right right right
She's just right right right right right right
She's just right right right right right right
She's just right right right right right right
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Dylan Buckle, © 2003
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I think that you better leave me
I know what you have done
I know that you decieved me
I think that you better run
Runaway Runaway Runaway Runaway
Runaway Runaway Runaway Runaway
Get yourself to the station
put yourself on a train
Buy yourself the first ticket
Get yourself on plane
Runaway Runaway Runaway Runaway
Runaway Runaway Runaway Runaway
Get your self out of here
Get yourself good and clear
Get your self out of here
Get yourself good and clear
Runaway Runaway Runaway Runaway
Runaway Runaway Runaway Runaway
Runaway Runaway Runaway Runaway
Runaway Runaway Runaway Runaway
I won’t take no more lying
You know how hard I tried
You can stop all your cryin’
Girl our love has died
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Dylan Buckle, © 2003
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Manchester rain falling on my head again
Manchester rain driving me insane again
Everyday the rain here drives me mad
Everynight the rain makes me sad
It makes me sad
Manchester rain dripping down the window pane
Machester rain drifting down the drain again
Its funny how I never cared
the weather never made me scared
The weather never got me down
Until I came to this town
Manchester rain falling on my head again
Manchester rain driving me insane again
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Dylan Buckle, © 2003
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I aint got a limousine
I'm not on the silver screen
I dont come from outer space
I aint got De Niro's face
I Got you
I got you
I'm not intellectual
I'm just a hetrosexual
Girl I don’t know what to do
It looks like its just me and you
I got you
I got you
Possessions come and go and life goes on
And while I got you babe
what can go wrong?
what can go wrong?
I got you
Solo
I got you
I got you
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Dylan Buckle, © 2003
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The dirty dust, the tooting bus, on the high street
The traffic cones, the drivers moan, on the wide roads
And all you want is to get home
And all you want is to get home
The hookers charms, the beggars palms on the back street
The headlines scream in your dreams on the bed sheet
All you want is to sleep through
All you want is to sleep through
Another cry in the city
and no one hears
and no one cares
Another cry in the city
That no one hears
And no one cares
The suits and ties all decide on a price rise
Another pound down the drain at the turnstyle
All you want is to get by
All you want is to get
Another cry in the city
That no one hears
And no one cares
Another cry in the city
That no one hears
And no one cares
Another cry
Another cry
Another cry in the city
this time its yours
and no one cares
this time its yours
and no one cares
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Dylan Buckle, © 2003
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I need some action
I need some love
no satisfaction
Oh lord above
I think about me
and what I've done
I been so lazy
I been so dumb
I been so dumb
I need some action
I need some love
no satisfaction
Oh lord above
I been inside
far to long
all the right things
all went wrong
all went wrong
I need some action
I need some love
no satisfaction
Oh lord above
Oh lord above
Oh lord above
I need love
I think about me
and what I've done
I been so lazy
I been so dumb
I been so dumb
I need some action
I need some love
no satisfaction
Oh lord above
Oh lord above
Oh lord above
I need love
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Dylan Buckle, © 2003
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I'm looking at man in the moon
I wonder is he looking at me
can he hear me play my tune
looking at the world I see
Sha La la la Sha la la, I'm looking around
Sha La la la Sha la la, I'm looking around
I'm looking for a for a magic key
I'm looking as hard as I can
Wanna open up a new door for me
in a world that I dont understand
Sha La la la Sha la la, I'm looking around
Sha La la la Sha la la, I'm looking around
I'm looking for a love in my life
I'm looking for some life in my love
I'm looking at the grey on the ground
I'm looking at the black sky above
Sha La la la Sha la la, I'm looking around
Sha La la la Sha la la, I'm looking around
I'm looking for the right thing to say
I'm looking for the right thing to do
I'm looking for a brighter day
I'm looking for someone true
Sha La la la Sha la la, I'm looking around
Sha La la la Sha la la, I'm looking around
Sha La la la Sha la la, I'm looking around
Sha La la la Sha la la, I'm looking around
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Dylan Buckle, © 2003
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So here we stand
just out of the rain
so this is the end
our love is a drain
I know you've always had your doubts
How long will this rain come down?
Laura, Laura, Laura, Laura,
Where will I go
when this rain stops?
the more that you say
the further I drop
And as my future falls
I think will you still take my calls?
Laura, Laura, Laura, Laura,
(Breakdown)
We came so far
farther than most
two years in June
that's something at least
I know you wont change your mind
So Laura I'll say "goodbye"
Laura,Laura, Laura, Laura,
Laura,Laura, Laura, Laura,
Structure:
Intro Stop:Verse Bridge ChorusVerse Bridge Chorus (Breakdown Verse) Bridge Chorus
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I looked for love in a club
and all I found were drugs
I looked for love at work
and all I found was work
The Heart, The Heart The Heart The Heart is a lonely Hunter
The Heart, The Heart The Heart The Heart is a lonely Hunter
I looked for love in a pub
and all I found were drunks
I looked for love in my friends
and all found were dead ends
The Heart, The Heart The Heart The Heart is a lonely Hunter
The Heart, The Heart The Heart The Heart is a lonely Hunter
Someday I will find
Someone of my kind
Till then I dont know
where to go
The Heart is a lonely
The Heart is a lonely
The Heart is a lonely
The Heart is a lonely
The Heart is a lonely Hunter
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Dylan Buckle, © 2003
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I am De Niro at Traffic Lights
You are Marilyn dressed in white
I see them all when I sit there
in the darkness
Movie Stars Movie Stars
Its so simple baby can't you see, the movie screen
Say those magic words now I love you, ABC
I see them all when I
sit there in the darkness
Movie Stars Movie Stars
Am I so stupid that I cant see, I won't see
That you Love somebody its not me, Its not me
I see them smile when
I sit here in the darkness
Movie Stars, Movie Stars, Movie Stars, Movie Stars,
Traffic Lights
Dressed in White
Movie Screen
ABC
I won't see
It's not me
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Dylan Buckle, © 2003
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You can dump me in the dust
you can shove me in the shit
you do what you want
But I'm never gonna quit
No I'm never gonna let you go
No I'm never gonna let you go
you can push me out the path
you stick me in the stink
you can pump me full of junk
you can drown me in the drink
But I'm never gonna let you go
No I'm never gonna let you go
(Link stop)
You can kick me in the can
you can me in a tin
you can shift me to the side
but your never gonna win
No I'm never gonna let you go
No I'm never gonna let you go
(Instrumental Breakdown -Middle Eight Stop)
No I'm never gonna let you go
No I'm never gonna let you go
Gonna let you,
Gonna let you go
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Why? (bpm - 144)
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It's been a month
since she left my life
Yesterday
she knocked on my door
I answered it and asked her
Why Oh Why Oh Why Oh Why?
so she said
there's things I need to say
she had come
to apologise
first she hurt me then she's sorry
Why Oh Why Oh Why Oh Why?
I told her straight
"I don't want to know"
when she went
I had to hang my head
I still love her and I don't know
Why Oh Why Oh Why Oh Why?
Why Oh Why Oh Why Oh Why?
All these questions going round and no answers can be found
All these questions going round and no answers can be found
All these questions going round and no answers can be found
All these questions going round and no answers can be found
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Dylan Buckle, © 2002, 15 Bardolph Road, London, N7 0NJ
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The Poems
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I remember Swansea Station
And “Ambition is Vital” I remember paved roads
and a golden-necked chip shop girl who served death in a carton.
I remember hills and valleys high and green
I remember a tunnel of trees and the wide sea and the gentle breezes
I remember
skin red,
skin brown
skin young
skin old
I remember five days
and the waves
the sand in my socks
my hair
my bed
I remember it all
It’s not long gone
I just parted the tube and found a little bit of Swansea in my shoe
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John F’s
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Dead
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He used to
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It was black
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Crack
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Crack
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Thegunsoundedjustlikethat
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His wife looked back
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And what I want to know is
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Who did it?
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Mister death
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Dylan Buckle, © 2003
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Cold is blizzards and fridges
Hot is scalded skin in the kitchen
Cold is a heart with no feeling
Hot is burnt skin that is peeling
Cold is Eskimos and Igloos
Hot is a half-cooked sausage spitting on a hob
Cold is a an icicle drip
Hot is the hard ice in freezers
Cold is the heart of the sun
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Chairs
what are they good for
their just there
who cares about chairs
lofers on sofas might
but what do they know accept lounging
but where would we go
if there was no
Chairs
we'd have to sit on the floor
on a rug like a bug
and then where would the bugs go
where?
Thats why we need chairs
cos we'd make a lot of bugs homeless
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