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Burning Up
03:13
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Burning Up
Maybe I should tell you, but there’s too much to know
Maybe I should tell you, I cannot let it show
Maybe I should tell you, I cannot yield that power
Maybe I should tell you, I need a colder shower
Maybe I should tell you, my legs are shaking
Maybe I should tell you, my hands are quaking
Maybe I should tell you, it makes no sense
Maybe I should tell you, I ain’t got no defence.
Oh uh uh oh
Oh - you move me so.
Maybe I should tell you, just what I’m thinking
Maybe I should tell you, there’s my stomach sinking
Maybe I should tell you, how I’m feeling
Maybe I should tell you, you set my heart a reeling
Maybe I should tell you, my blood’s a pumping
Maybe I should tell you, my head’s a thumping
Maybe I should tell you, I didn’t plan it.
Maybe I should tell you, I can’t stand it.
Oh uh uh oh
Oh you move me so.
Like an insect bite, it gets worse at night
And I’m burning up.
Like an insect bite, it gets worse at night
And I’m burning up.
Oh uh uh oh
Oh you move me so.
Like an insect bite, it gets worse at night
And I’m burning up.
Like an insect bite, it gets worse at night
And I’m burning up.
Maybe I should tell you, just what I’m thinking
Maybe I should tell you, there’s my stomach sinking
Maybe I should tell you, how I’m feeling
Maybe I should tell you, you set my heart a reeling
Maybe I should tell you, my blood’s a pumping
Maybe I should tell you, my head’s a thumping
Maybe I should tell you, it makes no sense
Maybe I should tell you, I ain’t got no defence.
Oh uh uh oh Oh you move me so
Oh uh uh oh Oh you move me so.
Words FJThom
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Desmond
03:51
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Desmond
I was sitting on my couch in my usual slouch just watching some mindless TV
When the weatherman said a storm was brewing and it’s in my vicinity.
The trees were waving outside my windows which were whistling a heavy metal tune.
The storm was coming and I’d better do something, and I’d better do that something soon.
So I piled my stuff onto my bed
All the books I’d never read
And made my way on to the front door.
But the roof was shaking and the riverbanks breaking, it was worse than ever before.
The street was a lake, for goodness’ sake, and the whistling wind began to roar.
Desmond! What have you done?
Coming round here and messing with my fun.
Desmond! How could you?
Take all my possessions with you.
Well the water came inside like a rising tide; there was nothing I could do.
I took photos for my friends to see, just to prove to the world it was true.
I thought this house was kind of cheap, but they didn’t fully explain
The kind of carelessness and lies and that let you build on a flood plain.
Desmond! I was so blind.
I wonder if there is any hope for mankind?
Desmond! How could I not see?
What happens elsewhere affects me.
Now all I can do is stand in the water
All I can do is stand in the water
Nothing I can do but stand in the water watch it rise, watch it rise,
Watch it rise in front of my eyes.
Desmond, Desmond, Desmond – whathaveyoudone?
Desmond! I was so blind.
I wonder if there is any hope for mankind?
Desmond when you came through
You took all my prized possessions with you.
Desmond, Desmond, Desmond – what have you done?
Words FJThom
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Trinny & Susanna
04:58
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Trinny and Susanna
Trinny and Susanna, wearing their top gear
Looking like they wanna get right outta here
Outta here, here, here, outta here
Always were such good girls, doing as they’re told
Their heading down the highway, fearless and bold
Let’s go, go, go outta here
They’re just livin’ the dream
And you, you wanna live the dream
Cowboys tried to con them, pirates made them fight
But they stuck close together, drinking in the night.
Night, night, night, nobody owns the night.
So far to travel, dreams in their eyes
Lies to unravel; so many ties.
Trinny plays guitar, in Susanna’s cabaret
They own their own bar, folks listen when they say
They say, say, say; listen- now
(They say) We’re just livin’ the dream
And you, you can live the dream
If you feel it in your gut, got something to prove
If your life’s stuck in a rut; you got to find the groove
Groove; grove, groove and mama you gotta move.
Words FJThom
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G.B.A.
04:02
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G.B.A.
He was a good guy down on his luck
She was a bored girl who wanted to fuck around for a while.
He left his sad wife and headed out west
Keen as a knife life she thought it was best to try raise some hell
And all the while the tv’s on
The lights are bright but the dark’s not gone
Stoked with fear and anger and pain
Crushing your kindness, driving you insane
He was a smart guy but didn’t fit in
She was a bright kid sick of the spin and shine of the world.
He didn’t know where he was going to
She didn’t show it but she hadn’t a clue but she had a plan.
And all the while the lines engage
The idle chatter of the internet sage
Stoked with fear and anger and pain
Picking at scabs again and again and again.
Ah you brought it all on yourself.
You brought it on yourself
You brought it on yourself
You brought it on yourself
You brought it on yourself. This time
He took a gun to America’s head
She pulled the trigger and shot them all dead
Ah but with style.
He only wanted some civilisation
She was witness to the death of a nation
Grown infantile.
And all the while the tv’s on
The lights are bright but the dark’s not gone
Stoked with fear and anger and pain
Crushing your kindness, driving you insane
Words F.J. Thom
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Ms Fi & the Lost HeadBand Edinburgh, UK
If Talking Heads went out with Blondie to a Cabaret joint in the Appalacian mountains and the resulting show was painted by
Braque you might capture the sound of Ms Fi & The Lost HeadBand.
We can be been found playing to the disgruntled punters of Edinburgh surprising them with tales of wit and woes getting them thinking and tapping their toes.
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