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Tonight (i)
02:01
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Tonight you look so beautiful
You know you treat me really good
I like the way that you’re so special
And I love the way your lipstick’s redder than blood
I’ll be Marc if you’ll be Gloria
I’ll be John if you’ll be Yoko
I’ll be Brando and you’ll be Walter
I’ll be James Dean if you’ll be Sal Mineo
I’ll wander mindlessly for you
I’d split open mountains just for you
You never try and make me look a fool
I’ll give up all my life for you
I’ll be John and you’ll be Yoko
I’ll Bowie and you’ll be Mick Jagger
I’ll be James Dean and you’ll Sal Mineo
You’ll be Jesse Starr and I’ll be Tommy Anders
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3. |
Lookin' Fine
02:52
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I was looking at the cover
Of a time magazine
They talk to a guy named Jesus on page 29
And the interviewer asks why
His theories are lies
But in the double paged picture, gotta tell ya’
He’s looking fine
I was looking at your great grandma’s
Great grand daughter
You know your cousin on your father’s side
She has Versace on her arms
And men at her feet
And her bright blue eyes –
She’s looking fine
Mother’s getting older but she still feels great
She’s a positive person in a negative world
She drives a car like a trucker in a storm
But when she puts on her mascara, gotta tell her
She’s looking fine
Andy and Michael had a love affair
Now Andy’s 5ft10” but Michael’s 5ft4”
But Andy doesn’t mind how tall at all
Because Michael is blonde, and blue eyed,
He’s looking fine
Now Joe had a home down in Michigan
He used to live in Memphis but he’s moved on
Now Joe met a girl one weekend in L.A.
and I always tell her that in the mirror
She’s looking fine
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4. |
To Have Won
01:40
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My words stop the silence
Like a dead man stops from his run
We danced to a slow song
Before the day was done
The light faded right down
And the sea ripped upon the shore
Our footprints washed away
before the setting sun
To be forgotten is to have won
The ink drips slow and pointless
Love’s bitter end has chosen its course
And the love that once surrounded us
Made us kings when we were pawns
And the spotlight fades
Amongst the glitter and the cash
And time has all but left us
Before the setting sun
To be forgotten is to have won
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5. |
Beautiful
04:14
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6. |
It WILL Fall
04:09
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Hello Mr. Rock and Roller
I think that you’re just a poser
Tearing faces off of the posters
You say it makes you feel a lot closer
Well me I turn holy pictures
Against the wall
Because after all it will fall
I don’t have time to write songs when teaches are trying to educate me
And my producer has my balls in his hand
He says I’m wasting time
Being juvenile
But as long as I’ve got feedback
I like the sounds that I’m making
I once bumped into a preacher
He tried to tell me who is up there
He said fags and Jews all go to hell
But he’s OK as long as his choirboy don’t tell
So I’ll keep my holy pictures
Hung up on the wall
Just in case the man comes to call
My dealer’s white and he’s called ****
He says if I tell he’ll shoot me
And I know he has a big handgun
He’s not the kinda guy I want to mess with
But as long as I have feeling, I’m feeling fine
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7. |
Intelligence/Elegance
07:06
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I’m just far too intelligent
You just seem so dumb
I hate the way that you’re so insecure
And never around when I want to have fun
I guess I just saw you as a hole
I could put all my heart and soul into
You might find it bad but there’s not much
I can do
Now I don’t love you
I don’t want to see your pretty face
I don’t want to see you anymore
I just want to put you in your place
I’ll throw you suitcases out into the hall
I guess that I just jumped into this love
Head first without seeing if I could
It’s true I’ve run out of things for us to say and do
And now I don’t love you
I don’t ever want to hold your hand
If I did I don’t think I could let it go
If you ever could hold my heart
You know I’d ask you to let it go
Maybe some night I’ll ask to walk you home
Maybe someday I’ll find you all alone
Maybe some day after I’ve drank a few
I’ll see you and love you
But now I don’t love you
Me I’m too intelligent
I hate the way that you’re insecure
And you treat me like I’m scum
And you can’t handle this love
You say it’s too unimportant
You say I’m being so desperate
But at least I have just a little bit of elegance
I don’t want to see your pretty face
I don’t want to see you anymore
I just want to put you back into your place
I’ll throw you suitcases out into the hall
And you’re so fucking immature
And I mistook that for innocence
You say that I’m desperate
But at least I show a little bit of class
And elegance
I have so much left to dream
That you would only want to choke
Of course I’m being desperate
But with hope
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8. |
Teenage City
04:05
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When I get high I feel so messed up
I can look at the sky
When I’m not even looking up
When I take pills in this city
There’s no one stopping me
From cutting you down
And sweeping you off of your feet
I’m gonna get high tonight
This teenage city isn’t treating us right
I can walk down the street
But I can’t stand in the sunlight
I wear my shades until the day turns to night
But when I’m down in the club
I can feel the lasers all right
I’m gonna get high tonight
Well I wake up in the morning
In somebody else’s home
I feel a pain in my stomach
And somebody’s taken my phone
My head starts pounding
As breakfast slides down my throat
But it’ll all come back up
In the bathroom on top of somebody else’s coat
I’m gonna get high tonight
This teenage city is no good for you and me
It brings me down
When the cost of living ain’t free
And it cracks me up
That I can’t afford a decent meal
I can’t really afford anything that I can’t steal
I’m gonna get high tonight
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9. |
A Lost Weekend
03:48
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I’ve realised that there’s love deep inside me
In a little corner,
There’s somebody waiting to be another man
I’ll grab my coat and take you down to Paris
We’ll have a lost weekend away
And then we’ll come back here and
Survive another day
We’ll have two drinks and we’ll salsa
And then move to the next bar
You’re oh so beautiful to me
And when we’re bored of that
I’ll take you back to our hotel
And I’ll spin you ‘round that room
In some long forgotten Parisian alleyway
We can feel the heat of the midnight city
Around us
It never goes to SLEEP or rests
And we’ll make love in its safety
We’ll have two drinks and we’ll salsa
And then move to the next bar
You’re oh so beautiful to me
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10. |
10 000 DEAD Cats
03:56
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I saw your picture in the L.A. Times
You were young and pretty, oh, so divine
Early February twenty-o-eight
I’ll take a jet plane to you before it’s too late
Where can I go?
How can I move on from here?
I’m living with love
But love’s the one thing I fear
Life is like a glass of wine
But somebody’s poured me cheap Champagne
But hey I guess I’m doing fine
And I hope you’re doing the same
Where can I go?
Where can I move to from here?
I’m living with love
Love’s the one thing that I feel
Andy where’s my 15 minutes?
I’ve been waiting for an awful long time
Well you got yours a lifetime ago
Now when the hell am I gonna get mine?
Where can I go?
I wanna move on from here
I’m stuck with these folks
And I wanna get out of here
Where can I go?
How can I move on from here
I’m living with love
Love’s the only thing that I feel/fear
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11. |
Michael
04:35
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When people all around him broke down
Michael sat and stared as his tears hit the ground
I’m pretty sure that he doesn’t have a clue
About what he means to you
He waits whilst the TV flicks to a scene
From some old movie where the king
Loves his queen
And the image flickers as he lays down in his bed
Thinking about what they said:
“You can’t be a man if you don’t love a girl
That’s the goddamn reason
We brought you into this world”
They took the pictures of Jesse Starr
And Jimmy Dean from his wall
After all, what’s a man, if he’s not a man at all?
Michael used to laugh a lot
When the boys came ‘round
But now he sits in silence
Only waiting for the sound
Of his father as he hits them stairs
He’s unaware - Michael’s scared
The food’s on the table, but it’s cold
And his mother’s looking tired
God don’t she look old?
And he sits at the table, but they don’t speak
Till his father said one word
And that word was “freak”
Now Michael looks up to the ceiling
And Michael looks down at the floor
And he cries as he slams the kitchen door:
“Dad, I don’t want to be a faggot anymore”
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12. |
Tonight (ii)
04:41
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13. |
The End
04:57
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He used to keep a photograph by his bed
But now in its place he stubs out his cigarette
He used to keep a little bit of self respect
But what he learned from love
You couldn’t take a picture of
You can’t learn it from films
Of Jesse Starr or Jimmy Dean
It’s not on TV or in a book or on the silver screen
The love that I’m thinking of
Could blow the whole world across
(…films of Jesse Starr or Jimmy Dean
In the movies all you get is some TV queen
The love I’m thinking of could blow
this whole world across)
He pours himself another drink again
And I bet he’ll drink so much
That you forget his name
He’s gonna drink until the whole world
Looks the same
And he’ll drink and he’ll drink all night
As much as the stars are as bright as
Jesse Starr and Jimmy Dean
I can see right through your TV screen
The love that I’m thinking of could blow this whole world across
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14. |
Last Night in Paris
03:46
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Goodnight Paris, Paris goodbye
I’ve been stumbling up and down the Boulevard
De Saint Germaine all night
I got lost in the Jewish quarter
When the bars kicked out at two
And now I’m singing goodbye Paris to you
Goodnight Paris, it’s so hard to say goodbye
I always buy the expensive hotel rooms
And never come back at night
I always go for the classy places
I love my rooms with views
Of Paris at night time:
Goodbye to you
Goodnight Paris, Paris good night
I love all your smoky bars
And the way you treat me right
I love your foreign faces
People I want to see
Goodnight Paris, from me.
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15. |
Tonight (i) Demo
02:26
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An Amerikan Automobile Company Bath, UK
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