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Rose And Venus
03:58
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Nina Simone gets stuck on repeat
Yeah well that sure put a spell on me
Dark red candles floating on water and glass beads
Flames flicker up the wall and over her and me
Rose and Venus get unhooked in time
I touch your heart on the upside
Is it blood or a blush? The candle reflects
And a drip of wax spills over the edge
The strings swing in and they swirl around the room
The clock spins from midnight to two
Rose and Venus get unhooked in time
I touch your heart on the upside
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2. |
I Kept My Love A Secret
03:36
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The staring faces and cutting wind
Blew down the Underground and made the autumn leaves spin
I found colour in those unbeautiful things
That’s when I found she’d cut me to the quick
I kept my love a secret, I dreamt her face close to mine
It's a secret, I planted it and watered it with cheap wine
She breezed up to me, she touched my hair
I watched my mouth and went to the foot of our stairs
She knows where to find me, it’s easy it’s true
I’ve been going round in circles
Since I fell apart with you
I kept my love a secret, I dreamt her face close to mine
It's a secret, I planted it and watered it with cheap wine
Kept my love a secret
There's a secret deep inside
She wouldn't have to worry about breaking my heart
I know it won't break any more times
Which is why… it's a secret
I dreamt her face close to mine
It's a secret, I planted it and watered it with cheap wine
I kept my love a secret
I hid my love…
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3. |
The London Nobody Sings
02:58
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The small print of the Evening Standard
West End cinema clubs
I went off into my other world
Prison girls and vampires all mixed up
Shadows loomed up the walls
Like bony fingers reaching for my bed
What was 10 Rillington Place? That was anybody’s guess
I’m going back to the London nobody sings
Mischa Black's colours where you sit
I’m going back to the London nobody sings
Take my hand I always wear your ring
Kids peeked from under the table
At painted-on stocking seams
Bombs fell in the street next door
And still fall in my dreams
Pierrepoint offed four hundred and thirty
Back behind the bar by night
7 seconds from shaking his hand
To leaving London far behind
I’m going back to the London nobody sings…
And when I step back
I feel the blood whispering through St. Pancras walls to me
And London girls saying "he would say that wouldn't he?"
Oh but life is one slow descent into respectability...
This is the London nobody sings
Mischa Black's colours where you sit
The past seems so close it really stings
Take my hand I always wear your ring
I’m going back to the London nobody sings
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4. |
Orchids
03:44
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I've got these orchids, it's hard to know
If they're lost or can still grow
I'm not the kind to lose hope
I water them and I speak in soft tones
She sits there with a cloud over her head
She's like a cartoon with the speech bubble left unsaid
I'm not the kind to lay down and play dead
I wear perfume and I speak in soft tones
Me and the orchids are doing just fine
One on water and one on cheap wine
Only one of these liquids will ever put a thing right
It'll never put a thing right
Even the petals reproach with their colours of pearl
What they think I'll never, never know
I kept an orchid upstairs it never gave up
A flower unfurled, even left alone…
Me and the orchids are doing just fine
One on water and one on cheap wine
Only one of these liquids will ever put a thing right
It'll never put a thing right
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5. |
The Butterfly Effect
03:02
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Are there shock waves from a butterfly’s wings?
Am I sure I didn’t feel a thing?
Were there butterflies in my stomach?
Did I really hear James Carr sing?
Is there never a warning of the upcoming punch?
I wasn't sure I was alive the day before the night I fell in love
I watched the girls around me instead
With my usual lupine intent
Tempered by resignation to defeat
I didn’t bother to hold my breath
Is there never a warning of the upcoming punch?
I’m not sure I was alive the day before the night I fell in love
I had a glass of wine to take the edge off of me
My mind went racing through the streets
I put my mobile on the charger
Did I really hear James Carr sing just for me?
Is there ever a warning of the upcoming punch?
I’m not sure I was alive
The day before the night I fell in love
Shock waves, sing James… no sign that night
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6. |
World With No Soundtrack
03:48
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The only thing she wants for breakfast is vodka and lime
Then it's "hold the lime no hold the vodka"
Just coffee and a cigarette this time
And I hear the baby crying, I hear the baby crying
The colour's been turned down, the champagne's all flat
She knows he's not coming back to a world with no soundtrack
She long ago ducked under her fighting weight
Her dress is like a flag round a pole, "isn't that great?"
Cos she waves the flag for the single mothers
She waves the flag for the single mothers
That almost made her laugh that's a victory in fact
She knows he's not coming back to a world with no soundtrack
Days pass in a daze and then they turn into weeks
I wonder why they don’t even speak
She bites her lip, the blood spills into her mouth
She's got a bit of colour back
To a world with no soundtrack
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7. |
The Girl Who Purred
02:59
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I sat there in the angry chair like a pint-sized Mona Lisa
She danced around to “Come On Baby”
When she said “everything’s fine” I believed her
She is an angel on her home planet
There’s life there but not as we know it
The girl who purred - a real Rolls Royce in a standard world
I know I love her
She’s gentle and lonesome and always comes back
Her heart’s much bigger than your shopping centres
When she’s tired she clings to me
We love to go off on our adventures
She is a strange and wonderful creature, wonderful…
The girl who purred
A triple Angel in a standard poor world, I know I love her
She says "if I don't help the autistic kids who will? Who will?"
I’d walk a million miles for one of her smiles
She laughs and says "I won't be holding my breath"
The girl who purred, a real Rolls Royce in a standard world,
I… yeah I know I love her
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She walked into the courtroom
With a half-smile she didn't try to hide
Mini-skirted and HIGH-heeled, clearly up for the fight
Every question they asked her was easily batted aside
Me and my gruesome sidekicks
Weren't sure whether to applaud or to cry
She ran rings round the court and she was just 17
How easy must everything single thing in her life seem?
And I got time – to shake it up
We were picked up and persuaded
With promises of cheap, flat sex and beer
Her ex's birthday party 22 punches for 22 years
My sidekicks shiver as the sweat drips round the clock
The cellar, the hammer, the hoover pipe… dot dot dot
She said "Don't think there's better side of me
To appeal to cos there's not"
Three irregular people sitting in the dock
I caught her eye as she crossed the floor
I felt my heart breaking and then they closed the door
Well I got time – to shake it up
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Cat Club
02:52
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Through the red velvet curtains to the warm inside
Make mine a metaphor with no ice
Three girls purr up like the brides of Dracula
With the accents from the same area
It was Eurodisco, I said they're playing our song
She said "you're paying, you can't be wrong"
Despite all sense she felt great
I focused on the mirror ball as I faded away
I went down to the bar of the Cat Club
I crossed my heart and hoped to die at the Cat Club
Through another velvet curtain to the private booth
I was getting economical with tomorrow's truth
I couldn't second guess the silk feel of her dress
The silk fell all around me, the lights blurred round the room
I went down to the bar of the Cat Club
I crossed my heart and hoped to die at the Cat Club
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10. |
Famous Cat Burglar
04:27
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There's a world that's awake when everyone's asleep
A world of underground drinking dens and skeleton keys
Slumming girls in mews flats never realise that
There's a part of her she'll never get back
The famous cat burglar takes a minute to strike
No pity's ever been seen in his eyes
She makes a snowball as he's making mental notes
Her address book disappears deep inside his coat
She wakes and shivers as his Mini speeds over the river
Outside the air-brakes sigh at the sadness in her eyes
The famous cat burglar takes a minute to strike
No pity's ever been seen in his eyes
What a world that must have been in basement drinking clubs
And driving the Jag down to Southend to watch the sun come up
The bass beats out a space and makes the smoke rings swirl
Half the Cabinet have been down sweating on the girls
Apprentices gather round the burglar with their thin faces uplit
The unshaven little fence is trying to go straight
Hey! Good luck with this
The famous cat burglar takes a minute to strike
No pity's ever been seen in his eyes
The famous cat burglar, a minute to strike
No pity's ever been seen in his eyes
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11. |
White Noise
03:51
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I bought deep red roses and wore my stupid hat
And aren't I going to look a git when I get knocked back?
One side of my brain knew straight away
This was a big mistake
The other side thought it was just great
She told her husband lies & turned up the worse for wear
She was like a teenager in her new underwear
We laughed when we heard the neighbours
Turning their TVs up loud
But people's hearts breaking makes a terrible sound
Does she have a heart?
Why should that be my concern?
Collapsing into bed, drinking far too much
Yeah right that's a real basis for love...
She left, I came up for air, I saw a moment's light
I deleted her from my phone and I paced the floor at night
I couldn't see her heart for all her grace and poise
Like a rose behind a wall of white noise
Does she have a heart?
Why should that be my concern?
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12. |
Crashing Your Party
03:19
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I decided to shut up
I didn't have a wide choice of action
Running out of coffee cups
Replaced by endless temper tantrums
I fucked off to Paddington, lost property's at Baker Street
I had an away day with my old friends
I got lost but I was no-one's property
If the blue of the night touches your beautiful heart
You might see where you went wrong
I wasn't just crashing your party
Your brave new sexual revolution
Only got us both a rather itchy complaint
Now I've watched the washing-up dry, I'm starting on the paint
You're the kind of person
Who believes any decision is better than none
Hey! Let's take one!
I'm not sure I really thought this through
No wait, I AM because I never do
If the blue of the night touches your beautiful heart
You might see where you went wrong
I wasn't just crashing your party
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13. |
Honey Trap
04:14
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We sat out in the park as the lights faded down
And the fireflies made sparks
It was the middle of summer, my world turned around
When she pointed out the lights in town
Love casts a big shadow but so does a falling piano
So slip on your shades and go out in the sun
I laid a honey trap
A taste of honey's worse than none at all
We grew up together, we grew into love
There wasn't much to do where we lived
We waited for the storm to crash over our heads
Lightning struck my toxic kiss
Love casts a big shadow but so does a falling piano
Now I watch the sky, I wonder how we ever came to this
I laid a honey trap
A taste of honey's worse than none at all
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14. |
Sunday Painter
03:26
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In the daily pantomime of the world being caught short
The only role I can afford is the back of the horse
Hanging up my dancing trousers and my love affairs
Taking my piano underground in the cupboard under the stairs
Gonna be a Sunday painter, catch a watercolour mood
Gonna be a Sunday painter, just for me and you
I dreamt of big red buses, Joe Lyons' cups of tea
Ducked under the radar and conjured up two or three
Curtains twitch at a pin dropping or a wheel spin
There’s DIY and wife swapping as I sit and sing
Gonna be a Sunday painter, catch a watercolour mood
Gonna be a Sunday painter, just for me and you
There comes a point you’re going nowhere
You have to step back, take a breath, ask yourself "who cares?"
If even Big Ben's chimes sound full of heartache
I’ll paint the sun back under the stairs…
Gonna be a Sunday painter, I'll catch a watercolour mood
Gonna be a Sunday painter, just for me and you
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The cats came jealously round
Their eyes flared in the dark like a night-time town
From Casino Royale to my over-imagination
My mouth came undone as her hair fell around
I know you’re supposed to make girls laugh
I wasn't sure that was how
I had my own idea what she looked like in the dress she had on
I thought it best not to point that out
I lit a candle and nearly set fire to the bedroom
She was having second thoughts, what else could I do?
We swirl as the whirlpool spins
With her or Vesper Lynd
I tried to unwrite her, I undid my world before
I heard planets singing tunes as they gazed down on us two
I lit a candle and nearly set fire to the bedroom
She was having second thoughts, what else could I do?
We swirl as the whirlpool spins
With her or Vesper Lynd
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She came dressed as a girl - matching scarlet nails and lips
All in black with a fake fur stole and a perfume & cigarette mix
I thought "well look at this, that little miss"
An assault of black and red and skin
My head began to swirl - she came dressed as a girl
She came dressed as a girl - with just a hint of visible skin
Black stocking and heels, I pretended I hadn't noticed a thing
She's quicker than me and she can second guess
Just like I was predictive text
Self respect? What was that again?
It's just a redundant word when she comes dressed as a girl
Later in the lift she look tired and unmade-up
I wonder if I didn't like that fragile thing a little bit too much
She's quicker than me and she can second guess
She finishes my jokes like I was predictive text
Self respect? What was that again?
It's just a redundant word when she comes dressed as a girl
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