Discotheque
You can reach, but you can't grab it.
You can't hold it, control it
You can't bag it.
You can push, but you can't direct it
Circulate, regulate, oh no
You cannot connect it - love.
You know you're chewing bubble gum
You know what that is but you still want some.
You just can't get enough of that lovey-dovey stuff
You get confused, but you know it
Yeah, you hurt for it, work for it, love
You don't always show it - love.
Let go, let's go, discotheque.
Go, go, let go, discotheque.
Looking for the one
But you know you're somewhere else instead.
You want to be the song
The song that you hear in your head
Love, love, love, love.
It's not a trick, you can't learn it
It's the way that you don't pay that's okay
'Cause you can't earn it - love
You know you're chewing bubble gum
You know what that is
But you still want some
You just can't get enough of that lovey-dovey stuff
Let go, let's go, discotheque.
Go, go, go, go, discotheque.
Looking for the one
But you know you're somewhere else instead.
You want to be the song
The song that you hear in your head
Love, love, love.
But you take what you can get
'Cause it's all that you can find.
Oh you know there's something more
But tonight, tonight, tonight.
Boom cha, boom cha, discotheque.
Do You Feel Loved
Take these hands, they're good for nothing
You know these hands never worked a day
Take these boots they're going nowhere
You know these boots don't want to stray.
You got my head filled with songs
You got my shoelaces undone.
Take my shirt, go on, take it off me
You can tear it up if you can tie me down.
Do you feel loved?
Do you feel loved?
Do you feel loved?
Take the colours of my imagination
Take the scent hanging in the air
Take this tangle of a conversation
Turn it into your own prayer.
With my fingers as you want them
With my nails under your hide
With my teeth at your back
And my tongue to tell you the sweetest lies.
Do you feel loved?
Do you feel loved?
And it looks like the sun
But it feels like the rain, oh.
Love's a bully, pushing and shoving
In the belly of a woman.
Heavy rhythm taking over
To stick together a man and a woman
Stick together man and a woman
Stick together.
Do you feel loved?
Do you feel loved?
And it looks like the sun
But it feels like rain
And there's heat in the sun
To see us through the rain.
Do you feel loved?
Do you feel loved?
Do you feel loved?
Do you feel loved?
Mofo
Lookin' for to save my, save my soul
Lookin' in the places where no flowers grow.
Lookin' for to fill that God-shaped hole
Mother, mother-suckin' rock an'roll.
Holy dunc, space junk comini in for the splash
White dopes on punk staring into the flash.
Lookin' for the baby Jesus under the trash
Mother, mother-suckin' rock an' roll.
Mother. (scat singing)
Mother, am I still your son?
You know I've waited for so long
To hear you say so.
Mother, you left and made me someone.
Now I'm still a child, but no one tells me no.
Lookin' for a sound that's gonna drown out the world.
Lookin' for the father of my two little girls.
Got the swing, got the sway, got my straw in lemonade.
Still lookin' for the face I had before the world was made.
Mother, mother-suckin' rock an' roll
Soothe me, mother
Rule me, father
Move me, brother
Woo me, sister.
Soothe me, mother
Rule me, father
Show me, mother
Show me, mother.
Show me, mother
Show me, mother
Show me, mother
Show me, mother.
If God Will Send His Angels
Nobody else here baby
No-one else here to blame
No-one to point the finger
It's just you and me and the rain.
Nobody made you do it
No one put words in your mouth.
Nobody here taking orders
When love took a train heading south.
It's the blind leading the blond
It's the stuff, it's the stuff of country songs.
Hey, if God will send his angels
And if God will send a sign
And if God will send his angels
Would everything be alright?
God's got his phone off the hook, babe
Would he even pick up if he could?
It's been a while since we saw that child
Hangin' round this neighbourhood.
See his mother dealing in a doorway
See Father Christmas with a begging bowl.
And Jesus' sister's eyes are a blister
The High Street never looked so low.
It's the blind leading the blond
It's the cops collecting for the cons.
So where is the hope and
Where is the faith and the love?
What's that you say to me
Does love light up your Christmas tree?
The next minute you're blowing a fuse
And the cartoon network turns into the news.
If God will send his angels
And if God will send a sign
Well if God will send his angels
Where do we go?
Where do we go?
Jesus never let me down
You know Jesus used to show me the score.
Then they put Jesus in show business
Now it's hard to get in the door.
It's the stuff, it's the stuff of country songs
But I guess it was something to go on.
Hey, if God will send his angels
I sure could use them here right now
Well, if God will send his angels...
Where do we go?
Where do we go?
Staring At The Sun
Summer stretching on the grass
Summer dresses pass
In the shade of a willow tree
Creeps a-crawling over me
Over me and over you
Stuck together with God's glue
Itis gonna get stickier too.
Itis been a long hot summer
Let's get under cover
Don't try too hard to think
Don't think at all.
I'm not the only one
Staring at the sun
Afraid of what you'd find
If you take a look inside.
Not just deaf and dumb
Iim staring at the sun
Not the only one
Who's happy to go blind.
There's an insect in your ear
If you scratch it won't disappear.
It's gonna itch and burn and sting
Do you wanna see what the scratching brings!
Waves that leave me out of reach
Breaking on your back like a beach.
Will we ever live in peace?
'Cause those that can't do often have to
And those that can't do often have to preach
To the ones staring at the sun
Afraid of what you'll find if you took a look inside.
Not just deaf and dumb, staring at the sun
I'm not the only one who'd rather go blind.
Intransigence in all around
Military's still in town
Armour plated suits and ties
Daddy just won't say goodbye
Referee won't blow the whistle.
God is good but will he listen?
I'm nearly great but there's something missing.
I left it in the duty free,
Oh, though you never really belonged to me.
You're not the only one staring at the sun
Afraid of what you'd find if you stepped back inside.
I'm not sucking my thumb, staring at the sun
Not the only one who's happy to go blind.
Last Night On Earth
She feel the ground is giving way
But she thinks we're better off that way.
The more you take, the less you feel
The less you know the more you believe
The more you have, the more it takes todayi.
You gotta give it away
You gotta give it away
You gotta give it away
Give it away
You gotta give it away
You gotta give it away
Well she don't care what it's worth
She's living like it's the last night on earth
The last night on earth.
She's not waiting on a saviour to come
She's at the bus stop
With the News Of The World
And the sun, sun, here it comes.
She's not waiting for anyone.
You gotta give it away
You gotta give it away
You gotta give it away
Give it away.
You gotta give it away
You gotta give it away
Well she don't care what it's worth
She's living like it's the last night on earth
The last night on earth.
Slipping away, slip, slide
Too many slipping away.
The world turns and we get dizzy
Slipping away.
She's living
She's living next week now.
You know she's gonna pay you back somehow.
She hasn't been to bed in a week
She'll be dead soon, then she'll sleep.
You gotta give it away
You gotta give it away
Give it away
You gotta give it away
You gotta give it away
She already knows it hurts
She's living like it the last night on earth
The last night on earth
Last night on earth
Last night.
Gone
You get to feel so guilty
Got so much for so little
The you find that feeling just won't go away.
You're holding on to every little thing so tightly
Till there's nothing left for you anyway.
Goodbye, you can keep this suit of lights
I'll be up with the sun
I'm not coming down
I'm not coming down
I'm not coming down.
You wanted to get somewhere so badly
You had to lose yourself along the way.
You changed your name
Well that's okay, it's necessary
And what you leave behind you don't miss anyway.
Goodbye, you can keep this suit of lights
I'll be up with the sun
I'm not coming down
I'm not coming down
I'm not coming down.
'Cause I'm already gone
Felt that way all along.
Closer to you every day
I didn't want it that much anyway.
You're taking steps that make you feel dizzy
Then you learn to like the way it feels.
You hurt yourself, you hurt your lover
Then you discover
What you thought was freedom is just greed.
Goodbye, and it's an emotional
Goodnight, I'll be up with the sun.
Are you still holding on?
I'm not coming downO
I'm not coming down
I'm not coming down.
Miami
Weather 'round here choppin' and changin'
Surgery in the air
Print shirts and southern accents
Cigars and big hair.
We got the wheels, petrol's cheap
We only went there for a week
Got the sun, got the sand
Got the batteries and the handicam.
Her eyes all swimming pool blue
Dumb-bells on the diving board
Baby's always attracted to
The things she's afraid of.
Big girl with a sweet tooth watches
Skinny girl in the photo shoot.
Freshmen, squeaky-clean she tastes of chlorine.
Miami, my mammy.
Love the movies, babe
Love to walk through movie sets
Get to shoot someone in the foot
Get to smoke some cigarettes.
No big deal, we know the score
Just back from the video store.
Got the car and the car chase.
What's he got inside that case?
I want a close-up of that face.
Here comes the car chase.
I bought two new suits
Miami
Pink and blue
Miami
I took a picture of you
My mammy
Getting hot in a photo booth
Miami.
I said you looked like a madonna.
You said maybe.
You said I wanna have your baby, baby.
We could make something beautiful
Something that wouldn't be a problem
We could make something beautiful
Something that wouldn't be a problem
Least not in Miami.
You know, some places are like your auntie
But there's no place like Miami
My mammy
Miami
My mammy.
The Playboy Mansion
If coke is a mystery
Michael Jackson, history
If beauty is truth
And surgery the fountain of youth...
What am I to do?
Have I got the gifts to get me through
The gates of that mansion?
If O.J. is more than a drink
And a Big Mac bigger than you think
And perfume is an obsession
And talk showsO confession
What have we got to lose?
Another push and we'll be through
The gates of that mansion.
I never bought a lotto ticket
I never parked in anyone's space.
The banks they're like cathedrals
I guess casinos took their place.
Love, come on down
Don't wake her she'll come around.
Chance is a kind of religion
Where you're damned for plain hard luck.
I never did see that movie
I never did read that book.
Love, come on down
Let my numbers come around.
Don't know if I can hold on
Don't know if I'm that strong.
Don't know if I can wait that long
Till the colours come flashing
And the lights go on.
Then will there be no time for sorrow
Then will there be no time for shame
Though I can't say why
I know I've got to believe.
We'll go driving in that pool
It's who you know that gets you through
The gates of the playboy mansion.
Then will there be no time for sorrow
Then will there be no time for shame
Then will there be now time for shame
Then will there be now time for pain
If You Wear That Velvet Dress
Tonight, the moon is playing tricks again
I'm feeling seasick again.
The whole world could just dissolve
Into a glass of water.
I've been good, 'cause I know you don't want me to.
Do you really want me to be blue as you?
It's her daylight that gets me through.
We've been here before
Last time you scratched at my door
The moon was naked and cold
I was like a two-year-old
Who just wanted more.
If you wear that velvet dress.
If you wear that velvet dress.
Tonight, the moon's drawn its curtains
It's a private show
No-one else gonna know
Iim wanting.
Sunlight, sunlight fills my room
It's sharp and it's clear
But nothing at all like the moon.
It's okay
The struggle for things not to say
I never listened to you anyway
And I got my own hands to pray.
But if you wear that velvet dress.
If you wear that velvet dress.
Tonight the moon is a mirror-ball
Light flickers from across the hall
Who'll catch the star when it falls.
If you wear that velvet dress.
Please
So you never knew love
Until you crossed the line of grace.
And you never felt wanted
Till you'd someone slap your face.
So you never felt alive
Until you'd almost wasted away.
You had to win, you couldn't just pass
The smartest ass at the top of the class
Your flying colours, your family tree
And all your lessons in history.
Please, please, please
Get up off your knees.
Please, please, please, please, oh yeah.
And you never knew how low you'd stoop
To make that call
And you never knew what was on the ground
Till they made you crawl.
So you never knew that the heaven
You keep you stole.
Your Catholic blues, your convent shoes,
Your stick-on tattoos now they're making the news
Your holy war, your northern star
Your sermon on the mount from the boot of your car.
Please, please, please
Get up off your knees.
Please, please, please
Leave me out of this, please.
So love is hard
And love is tough
But love is not
What you're thinking of.
September, streets capsizing
Spilling over down the drains
Shard of glass, splinters like rain
But you could only feel your own pain.
October, talk getting nowhere.
November, December; remember
We just started again.
Please, please, please
Get up off your knees, yeah.
Please, please, please, please, ah.
So love is big
Is bigger than us.
But love is not
What you're thinking of.
It's what lovers deal
It's what lovers steal
You know I've found it
Hard to receive
'Cause you, my love
I could never believe.
Wake Up Dead Man
Jesus, Jesus help me
I'm alone in this world
And a fucked-up world it is too.
Tell me, tell me the story
The one about eternity
And the way it's all gonna be.
Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man.
Jesus, I'm waiting here, boss
I know you're looking out for us
But maybe your hands aren't free.
Your Father, He made the world in seven
He's in charge of heaven.
Will you put a word in for me?
Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man.
Listen to the words they'll tell you what to do
Listen over the rhythm that's confusing you
Listen to the reed in the saxophone
Listen over the hum of the radio
Listen over the sound of blades in rotation
Listen through the traffic and circulation
Listen as hope and peace try to rhyme
Listen over marching bands playing out their time.
Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man.
Jesus, were you just around the corner?
Did you think to try and warn her?
Were you working on something new?
If there's an order in all of this disorder
Is it like a tape recorder?
Can we rewind it just once more?