tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48543409522007728312024-02-08T05:32:43.047-08:00Pablo Honey B-Sideswierd fisheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854340952200772831.post-6101081672223625652007-12-02T17:41:00.001-08:002007-12-02T17:41:52.203-08:00Stupid Car<blockquote><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>I find it hard <br />to drive your stupid car <br />I find it hard <br />'cause i never get that far </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>and you put my brain in overload <br />and I can't change gears<br />I cannot see the road </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>you got concrete eyes <br />and I cannot see your face <br />and I failed in life <br />'cause you crushed me with your hands </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>and you put my brain in overload<br />I can't change gears <br />I cannot see the road </b></span></p></blockquote>wierd fisheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854340952200772831.post-28042346843998952052007-12-02T17:39:00.000-08:002007-12-02T17:40:58.896-08:00Inside My Head<blockquote><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>what do you want from me <br />now you got me<br />now my fingers bleed <br />now they're staring at me<br />I'm coward now <br />I hold my peace </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>now you tie me up to your feather bed<br />and I twist and turn in a chinese burn <br />you won't let go <br />you won't let go </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>you're inside my head <br />inside my head </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>what do you want from me <br />now you got me<br />now my energy <br />you suck from me <br />and I'm holding on <br />for dear life </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>quit smothering me <br />quit laughing at me<br />I've got a disease<br />an english disease<br />it won't let go<br />it won't let go </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>you're inside my head<br />inside my head </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>whatever you put in that syringe<br />whatever you really fed to him<br />he's sitting there inside of me </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>and you bother me, you possess me <br />you're there again, ahead of me <br />and I won't let go, I won't let go </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>you're inside my head<br />inside my head<br />inside my head<br />inside my head<br /></b></span></p></blockquote>wierd fisheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854340952200772831.post-4218712359788236802007-12-02T17:38:00.000-08:002007-12-02T17:39:45.403-08:00Million Dollar Question<blockquote><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>was always waiting for the crush <br />the car to drive right through the shops<br />to call in sick and late for work <br />and take a holiday </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>was always tangled up in knots<br />to keep myself from speaking up<br />but no one's listening anyway<br />just trying to bribe me </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>and if it's alright, then what are we doing here<br />and if it's alright, this place is gassed by fear<br />and if it's alright, I'll tell you 'cause you'll never understand <br />and if it's alright, I'll beg you, because I'm a begging kind of man </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>today I wrote a bad cheque <br />packed a bag and took a jet<br />but no-one's looking anway<br />I hope they miss me </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b><i>sometimes I think maybe I'm making a big mistake</i> </b></span></p></blockquote>wierd fisheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854340952200772831.post-80028336926033064742007-12-02T17:35:00.000-08:002007-12-02T17:36:05.860-08:00Faithless, the Wonder Boy<blockquote><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>I've had these jeans since I was born <br />and now they're ripped <br />and now they're torn <br />and all my friends have skateboards </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>I want the toys of other boys<br />I want a knife and a gun and things <br />but mum and dad will not give in </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>and I can't put the needle in <br />I can't put the needle in<br />I can't put the needle in </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>no I can't put the needle in <br />I can't put the needle in<br />I can't put the needle in </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>and now I know just what it is <br />it's called disease and it's got my head<br />it always runs where I hide </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>too scared to talk <br />too scared to try <br />too scared to know the reasons why <br />and all my friends say bye bye </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>and I can't put the needle in <br />I can't put the needle in<br />I can't put the needle in </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>no I can't put the needle in <br />I can't put the needle in<br />I can't put the needle in </b></span></p></blockquote>wierd fisheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854340952200772831.post-62417929537230466562007-12-02T17:34:00.000-08:002007-12-02T17:35:19.654-08:00Coke Babies<blockquote><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>easy living, easy hold<br />easy teething, easy fold<br />easy listening, easy love<br />easy answers to easy questions </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>easy tumble, easy doll<br />easy rumble, easy fall<br />I get up on easy love<br />I get up on easy questions </b></span></p></blockquote>wierd fisheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854340952200772831.post-71339556018843392362007-12-02T17:24:00.000-08:002007-12-02T17:34:41.804-08:00Yes I Am<blockquote><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>I resent you calling<br />I resent your voice<br />I resent that I don't have a choice </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>anywhere I go<br />you are always there <br />outside the car <br />or in my hair </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>I think I've been here before <br />yes I've been here before<br />the last time you locked <br />all the doors </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>and I resent you calling<br />I resent your voice<br />I resent that I don't have a choice </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>and yes I am wary<br />yes I am wary </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>I think I've told you once<br />I think I needed advice<br />you were such a help<br />that's very nice </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>I think I've been here before<br />yes I've been here before <br />but this time I kick down your door </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>yes I am wary<br />yes I am wary </b></span></p></blockquote>wierd fisheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4854340952200772831.post-63970301731367680852007-12-02T17:22:00.000-08:002007-12-02T17:24:30.282-08:00Pop is Dead<blockquote><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>oh no, pop is dead, long live pop<br />it died an ugly death by back-catalogue<br />and now you know it gets you nowhere<br />and now you know, you realise </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>oh no, pop is dead, it just gave up<br />we raise the dead, but they won't stand up<br />and radio has salmonella<br />and now you know you're gonna die </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>he left this message for us </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>so what pop is dead, it's no great loss<br />so many facelifts, his face flew off<br />the emperor really has no clothes on<br />and his skin is peeling off </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>so what, pop is dead, long live pop,<br />one final line of coke to jack him off<br />jack him off </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>he left this message for us </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>he left this message for us </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>he's dead, he's dead, pop is dead<br />he's dead, he's dead, pop is dead<br />he's dead, he's dead, pop is dead </b></span></p></blockquote>wierd fisheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129noreply@blogger.com0