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Prenses 05.09.08 11:47

The Don
 
The Don

Thinking of poems of poverty
Sitting with a tight clenched wrist, thinking how to gain authority
Oh what a soft touch of a boy
He'd wander with pride to sell and keep visions to his self
Visions to his self

We'd talk of treasures, and over-rated games
We'd steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way.
What we loved most of all, was sitting round the shop, while this poor boy was sitting all alone,
Sitting all alone

Pondering times of sanctuary
He was sitting taking his piano lessons, we were on half an E
Invested life in medicine, had so much shit going on.
Convinced he'd never win. Convinced he was a sin.

We'd speak of women and cheaper carryouts
We'd turn up to all the festivals, trying to bring down the touts,
What we love the most of all was sittin' at the shop, while this young boy was sittin' all alone,
Sittin' all alone

We'd talk of treasures and overrated games
We'd steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way.
What we loved most of all, was sitting at the shop, while this poor boy was sitting all alone,
Sittin' all alone

He couldn't find none of his own kind, he didn't have none of his own kind
You should take interest in his mind, not spend all of his time wastin all his money and time

What we loved most of all was hanging round the shop
What we loved most was sitting round the shop
What we loved most was standing at the Dryburgh shop,
What we loved the most was hanging round the shop while he was all alone...


The View

Prenses 05.09.08 11:48

Wasted Little Djs
 
Wasted Little Djs

They told me if I write this song for them.
That they would cut my hair for free.
But that's not me no liberties.

They're in to all the coolest bands
And knowing that they're going to the gigs as fans
Entitles me to some decency.

Astedwae ittlae ejaysdae
They're the cleverest blonde we ken.
Astedwae ittlae ejaysdae
I WISH everybody danced like them.

Split visions of a talkative therapy
It makes me bend away it gives me E
Seems hard to say, its insanity.

The same record for the 16th time
Exact same set you did the last time round
Doesn't bother me we're in harmony.

Astedwae ittlae ejaysdae
They're the cleverest blonde we ken.
Astedwae ittlae ejaysdae
I WISH everybody danced like them.

No low emotions rolling tonight
Young heavy hopefuls staying the night
So stick around and wait for the day.
Craziness kills laziness N happiness
Takes bad bets no one gives a **** U see we're all out of our little heads.

Craziness kills laziness N happiness
Takes bad bets no one gives a ****
You see we're all out of our,
All out of our,
All out of our little ****ing heads

Doo doo doo doo...

Astedwae ittlae ejaysdae
They're the cleverest blonde we ken.
Astedwae ittlae ejaysdae
I WISH everybody danced like them.

Can anybody dance like them
Can U tell me
Does anybody dance like them
Can U tell me
Astedwae ittlae ejaysdae
Astedwae ittlae ejaysdae...


The View

Prenses 05.09.08 11:49

Wasteland
 
Wasteland

This is the wasteland, we call this the wasteland,
Where fewer little posh boys can't believe we treasure beer cans.
Where'd you get those fans,
Found them at the shop man,
Peculiar place to find them but they're dedicated View fans.

You think it's cynical to this home a miracle,
It's not a miracle; we're just so strangely typical,
Initiate in one gang, initiations tough man,
Imprisonment is on the cards,
We're heading for the quick sand.

Sign on the brew, coz there's nothing to do,
Nothing to do, but listen to you,
Not listening to you my parents told me not to,
This is the wasteland, our idealistic wasteland,
Regurgitated circle of a seven hour shop stand.

So steal a car chief, the police are off the beat thief,
They'll find it funny when they see insurance relief,
Sign on the brew, coz there's nothing to do,
Nothing to do, but I listen to you,
I'm not listening to you my parents told me not to,

Think you're a hard prick, something quite sadistic,
No you weren't sadistic when he'd done you with the brick vick,
Your land is boring, so very, very boring.
Wouldn't dream to wonder if it's raining or it's snowing.

This is the wasteland, wasteland...


The View


Bütün Zaman Ayarları WEZ +3 olarak düzenlenmiştir. Şu Anki Saat: 01:57 .

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