:: Everything But The girl ::

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album: Worldwide (1991)

album: Acoustic (1992)

 

album: Amplified Heart (1994)

:: Old Friends 


Not for the first time I look back
on all those years
Not for the last time names will ring
in my ear
When there was just a gang of us
Storming the town by train and bus
A moment of thought this heart sends
to old friends

Not for the first time I look back
on my first love
Unable to speak or think or move
hand in glove
But what of it now and where is he
He who once meant so much to me
Because we are not, I can't pretend
now old friends

I was told love should hold old friends
I was told love should hold od friends
But when you leave you will close the door
behind you
Don't we always
And time won't make amends
to old friends

Standing here with my arm around you
life's moved on
And all its borderlines
are being redrawn
The winter has come the roads are white
Everyone's home late tonight
May we stay or will it depend
as old friends
In the end still old friends

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::One Place


A summer evening; I walk past the window, 
Baby's crying; Someone's cooking dinner; 
There's laughter on the TV 
Someone's learning the violin. 
How at home, it heals 
At times like this, I feel that... 

CHORUS: 
I would like to live like anybody else 
In one place 
And I could be happy and fulfilled 
In one place 

So I get the map out 
And draw a line of where we've been 
It goes thru sea and sky 
Twenty-five planes this year 
And it's only July... 
This is not some Bible, like on the road 
It's just a song about coming home 
And whether... 

CHORUS: 
I would like to live like anybody else 
In one place 
And I could be happy and fulfilled 
In one place 

And you know that I have found 
That I'm happiest weaving from town to town 
And you know Bruce said 
we should keep moving 'round 
Maybe we all get too tied down, I don't know 
Hell, I don't know 
I'm happy to be home (Still alive) 
Happy to be home... 

In the end, if you take care 
You can be happy or unhappy anywhere 

CHORUS: 
And I think we maybe all rely too much 
On one place 
I know I never would deny the need 
For one place 

So I get the map out (get the map out) 
Yeah I get the map out (get the map out) 
C'mon, get the map out (get the map out) 
Get the map out (get the map out) 

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:: Boxing And Pop Music

Lying in bed on a weekday night,
listening to the title fight, from a town
the radio said was Atlantic City.
The branches brush the windows, the hour is
early morning, and Frankie’s beating hell
out of the champion.

Frankie is the one, you know, Frankie is
the boy. I hope my sister’s listening from
her place in Illinois.

For though the world is turning darkly, all
the stars are out tonight.
There are dreams still shining, redefining all that
makes us feel alright.

Lying in bed in the afternoon, listening to
Frankie Lymon tunes, while the people
make their way home from the dusty city.
The breezes blow the curtains,
the hour is nearly evening, and Frankie’s
singing songs just like a champion.

Frankie was the one , you know, Frankie was the boy.
My sister shook his hand
the night he played at the Savoy.

And though the world was turning darkly,
all the stars were out that night.
There were dreams still shining, redefining all
that makes us feel alright.

Frankie is the one you know, Frankie is
the boy. Frankie bears the weight of all
our sorrow and our joy.

And though the world’s still turning
darkly, all the stars are out each night.

There are dreams still shining, redefining
all that makes us feel alright.
I feel alright.

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::Love Is Strange


Love, love is strange 
Many people take it for a game 
Once you've had it you're in an awful fix 
'Cause after you've had it you never wanna quit 
A lot of people, they don't understand 
They think lovin' is money in their hand 
Your sweet lovin' is better than a kiss 
When you leave me those kisses I will miss 

Love, oh woh, love is strange 
Many people, oh woh, take it for a game 
Once you've had it, oh woh, you're in an awful fix 
'Cause after you've had it, oh woh, you never wanna quit 
A lot of people, woh woh, they don't understand 
They think lovin', oh woh, is money in their hand 
Your sweet lovin', oh woh, is better than a kiss 
When you leave me, oh woh, those kisses I will miss 
When you leave me, oh woh, those kisses I will miss 
Those kisses I will miss, those kisses I will miss 
Those kisses I will miss

 ::Rollercoaster 

I still haven't got over it even now. 
I want to spend huge amounts of time on my own. 
I don't want to cause any serious damage. 
I want to make sure that I can manage, 
because I'm not really in your head, 
I'm not really in your head. 

And I see love and disaffection 
and the clouds build up and won't pass over. 
This is my road to my redemption. 
And my life is just an image of a rollercoaster anyway. 

I still haven't got over it even now. 
I want to spend huge amounds of time in my room. 
And I'm not coming out until I feel ready, 
not running out for a while my heart's unsteady,
and I'm not really in your head. 
I'm not really in your head. 

When you sky falls to minus zero, 
well some things must dissappear. 
Oh this is my road to my redemption. 


And my life is just an image of a rollercoaster anyway. 
The names may have been changed but the faces are the same
The names may have been changed but as people we're not the same. 

And I'm not, no I'm not, no I'm not 
really in your head. 

And my life is just an image of a rollercoaster anyway. 
Yeah, my life is just an image of a rollercoaster anyway. 

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::Troubled Mind

Don't say one thing one day, 
then something else the next day. 
I'm trying to keep up with you 
- it's hard enough when you speak clearly, 
but when you're confused, 
it's like a goods train running through these rooms. 

And I'm reading more into your words than you have put into them, 
and that's my problem, but you tied these knots, now you undo them. 
You undo them. 
Oh and think before you speak my darling. 

Cause with your troubled mind, 
you're like a goods train running through my life. 

We all walk through this world alone, 
we keep ourselves untouched, unknown. 
You look up to the sky above you, 
read this there - I love you. 
Oh it's written there, 
you know I love you, love you, love you. 

But with your troubled mind, 
you're like a goods train running through my life. 

And when you're down, 
you bring me down too, 
and babe that's something I would not do. 
I know it's hard, yeah I know it's hard, 
and baby that's something I don't disregard. 

But with your troubled mind, 
you're like a goods train running through my life. 

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::I Don't Understand Anything

What is it that I think I need? 
Is there love in me that wants to be freed? 
Or is it selfishness and ego 
we carry with us everywhere that we go? 

This feeling that life's incomplete 
- do you feel that too? 
Do you want what I want? 

And if I should start to cry, 
and I can't begin to tell you why, 
and I stumble when I begin, 
it's cause I don't understand anything. 

People say that we're so close, 
how can there be something that I don't know. 
Oh but even though I share your bed, 
baby, I don't get inside your head. 

This feeling of some mystery 
- do you feel that too? 
Do you know what I mean? 

And if I should start to cry, 
and I can't begin to tell you why, 
and I stumble when I begin, 
it's cause I don't understand anything. 

Watch me stumble, watch me slip
My fingers loose their grip.
Now I'm down on my knees,
Is that what you wanted to see? 

What is it that I think I need? 
What is it that I think I need? 

And if I should start to cry, 
and I can't begin to tell you why, 
and I stumble when I begin, 
it's cause I don't understand anything. 

You reach for me from miles away, 
you reach for me from miles away. 

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::Walking to You

I met your boyfriend on St. Martin's Lane 
and he said, "Fancy running into you again". 
We talked a minute or so, then he turned to go, 
and I walked into the crowd again. 

And the morning was a different place, 
in every passerby I saw your face. 
Love leaves a lonely ghost, 
with one thought uppermost 
- is this the case in every case? 

Am I walking to you? 
Am I walking to you? 
In everything I do, 
am I just walking to you? 

It was seven years ago to the day, 
you rang my house and we met halfway. 
We walked round Leicester Square and 
sat through 'Being There' and every moment I replay. 

And I was desperate for love to be pure, 
though what that meant, I never ws sure. 
You spent your time on me, 
I took it willingly, 
and I made you trust in litterature. 

Am I walking to you?
Am I walking to you? 
In everything I do, 
am I just walking to you? 
I just don't know what to do. 

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::Get Me 

I never thought I'd grow up so fast so far. 
To know yourself is to let yourself be loved. 

And I want to be addicted, 
I want to be secure,
I want to wake up after the night before, 
but do you ever get me? 

Do you ever get me? 

I'll press your hand against my face, 
weaken my resistance. 
I'll pull the sheets over our heads, 
let the broken sky break above our heads. 

And I want to be addicted, 
I want to be secure, 
I want to wake up after the night before, 
but do you get me? 

Do you ever get me? 

Shower me with affection and I'll return in kind. 
I have no hidden motive, I am blind. 

I'm a stone inside a box, 
I'm a spring inside a clock, 
you can wear me on your wrist 
and I'll tell you things ten thousand times, 
but do you ever get me? 

Do you ever get me? 

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::Missing 

I step off the train, 
I'm walking down your street again, 
and past your door, 
but you don't live there anymore. 

It's years since you've been there. 
Now you've disappeared somewhere 
like outer space, 
you've found some better place, 

and I miss you 
- like the deserts miss the rain. 

Could you be dead? 
You always were two steps ahead 
of everyone. 
We'd walk behind while you would run. 

I look up at your house, 
and I can almost hear you shout 
down to me 
where I always used to be, 

and I miss you -
like the deserts miss the rain. 

Back on the train, 
I ask why did I come again. 
Can I confess 
I've been hanging around your old address? 

And the years have proven 
to offer nothing since you moved. 
You're long gone 
but I can't move on, 

and I miss you - 
like the deserts miss the rain 

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::Two Star

Well it's not for me to say, 
but I can't see what you see in him anyway. 
But such righteousness in me 
is not a nice thing to display, 
and who am I for cristsakes anyway 
to judge a life this way 

when my own's in disarray? 

I watch Saturday kids' TV 
with the sound turned down. 
I leave food on the eiderdown. 
All my thoughts pushed underground. 

Maybe you're happy 
- everyone says you are. 
You drive around on two star, 
you leave your life ajar, 
and God knows you desserve it. 
Bad luck follows everyone. 

So go on, and stop listening to me. 
Stop listening to me. 
And don't ask me how I feel. 
Don't ask me how I feel. 

So it's not for me to say, 
because I change my mind from day to day, 
and when I look at you 
I only see bits of myself anyway. 

So go on, and stop listening to me. 
Stop lisening to me. 
And don't ask me what to say, 
or to judge a life this way 

when my own's in disarray. 

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::We Walk the Same Line

If you loose your faith, babe, you can have mine, 
and if you're lost I'm right behind, 
cause we walk the same line. 

Now I don't have to tell you 
how slow the night can go, 
I know you've watched for the light. 

And I bet you could tell me 
how slowly four follows three, 
and you're most forlorn just before dawn. 

So if you loose your faith babe, 
you can have mine, 
and if you're lost, I'm right behind, 
cause we walk the same line. 

When it's dark baby,
there's a light I'll shine,
and if you're lost, I'm right behind, 
cause we walk the same line. 

And I don't need reminding 
how loud the phone can ring 
when you're waiting for news. 

And that big old moon 
lights every corner of the room. 
Your back aches from lying 
and your head aches from crying. 

So if you loose your faith babe, 
you can have mine, 
and if you're lost, I'm right behind, 
cause we walk the same line. 

When it's dark baby,
there's a light I'll shine,
and if you're lost, I'm right behind, 
cause we walk the same line. 

And if these troubles 
should vanish like rain on midday, 
well I've no doubt there'll be more. 

And we can't run and we can't cheat, 
cause babe when we meet 
what we're afraid of, 
we find out what we're made of. 

So if you loose your faith babe, 
you can have mine, 
and if you're lost, I'm right behind, 
cause we walk the same line. 

When it's dark baby,
there's a light I'll shine,
and if you're lost, I'm right behind, 
cause we walk the same line. 

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::25th December

And I see forests and it's the 25th of December 
and my old man plays the piano for Christmas. 
He plays the piano for Christmas. 

And we're all there, all the aunties and uncles, 
and the angle's on the top of the tree. 
Up there o the top of the tree. 

And I never, no I never ever realised. 
And I never, no I never ever realised. 

Have I enough time, have I just some time, 
to revisit, to go back, to return, to open my mouth again 
and say something different this time. 

And I see bags of newspaper and a car in the carport, 
and you're a grown up and still unsure, 
and I'm thirty and I don't know nothing no more. 

And I never, no I never ever realised. 
And I never, no I never ever realised. 

And I'm sitting, sitting on the top of the stairs, 
and you're crying out on the towpath by the river 
with all the swans and all the people walking by. 

And all of a sudden I'm stuck with an urge to unlock a door 
with a key that's too big for my hands 
and I drop it, and it falls at your feet. 

Come on, come on, it's there at your feet. 
And I never, no I never ever realised. 
And I never, no I never ever realised. 

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::Disenchanted 


Look at you now, you've disenchanted, 
can't believe how things can change. 
Take a little out of life and things get strange. 
And now you find the wishes you were granted, 
things you thought were in your hands, 
have slipped away. 
How much can you withstand? 

The wasted time, the money spent, 
a sign that reads 'For Sale or Rent'. 
And everything is at a standstill, 
and where's someone who'll be on hand till 
you're no longer disenchanted, 
thinking everything is wrong? 

You know you're not the only one to wait so long. 
I wonder, can you try again? 
Are you that strong?

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