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You Plus Me
03:34
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Well, you worked on the sail
Then you left it blowing in the breeze
Seven shooting stars
All the VVIPS
You stay up and tell me stories
The red mid-west and Shanghai blue
All the dreaming spires
Ships full of Spanish fruit
And I pack them away
In my case and zip it up
It’s not enough to stay
Or maybe it’s a little too much
You and me plus
Me and you just
Seems like such a lot
There isn’t room enough
For the four of us
In any kind of world
You gotta be out to be seen
In this city, that’s how it goes
Then you curl up on the couch
Watching red carpet shows
And you go get your nails done
Somebody’s texting you
But you play it cool
Sipping your pineapple juice
You’re a small-town girl
But you tell them that you’re made of stars
You can’t love someone
If you don’t know who they are
You and me plus
Me and you just
Seems like such a lot
There isn’t room enough
For the four of us
In any kind of world
You and me plus
Me and you just
Seems like such a lot
There isn’t room enough
For the four of us
Anywhere in the world
So I hope that you conquer yours
You and me plus
Me and you just
Seems like such a lot
There isn’t room enough
For the four of us
Anywhere in the world
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2. |
Bonfire
02:40
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3. |
Something Rotten
05:02
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I walk out the office every Friday night
Swearing I ain’t going back
I had a drink with the ghost of Scottish football
I met him at the dog track
I still miss old labour, and I lost my faith in the
Unions when the shipyards shut
And I was gonna take it easy tonight
But I’m already half-cut
I long for
Adventure
But this call centre
I’m working all weekend
I was somebody’s saviour
She was sure that I was heaven-sent
There’s only three things she’s sure of now
Death, taxes, and disappointment
And me, I know I can never change things
So I just let the pretty world spin by
I don’t need an excuse, not to watch the news
I was stoned on election night
All the bosses
All the misters
They whisper
Bitter nothings in my ear
Something’s rotten
In the state of Scotland
We talk like the top
But we walk like the bottom
And my cursing turns the air blue
So save me, won’t you?
We chapped on doors, got off the road for cars
Kicking the ball around the street
I watched them work my daddy to the bone
Said they’re never gonna get me
We walked out of that school yard
Swearing we were gonna do our best
Now we’ve been beaten up and around so much
That we don’t trust happiness
We don’t know
Where it all went wrong
But these sad songs
I’ll sing them before I die
Before our ghosts come back and haunt us
Before our children disappoint us
When they ain’t the smartest kids in school
We didn’t come last and we called it winning
There were no dead ends only dead beginnings
We cut our hair; we grew out of our jackets
Magic beans didn’t do what they said on the packet
We didn’t come last and we called it winning
There were no dead ends only dead beginnings
We cut our hair; we grew out of our jackets
Magic beans didn’t do what they said on the packet
I tried to touch the stars
But giving in
Never gets too hard
I saw the devil crash out in the dockyards
Drinking a bottle out a paper bag
He said, “History’s written by the victor, kid,”
“But don’t tell them that I told you that.”
So I’ll sing on the train with a carry-out
If I get the chance I’ll probably cheat
I’ll take my exact change onto the bus
Sit down in the backseat
I’ll kiss
The reddest
Ribbon
I’ll spit on the bluest corpse
Something’s rotten
In the state of Scotland
We talk like the top
But we walk like the bottom
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4. |
Grangemouth at the Dawn
03:09
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5. |
Haunted House
04:03
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6. |
Chatelherault
03:41
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