What do you got?
Mass produced in somewhere hot
You'll have to go on the Underground
To get things done here
(And then you have to see)
If you need a yellow duck, service done
This is a place to come to,
Or, well, it was
I know a hot spot oh oh
Crossing on the guillotine
And if you have nobody left to rely on
I'll hold you in my arms and let you drift
It's got to be that time again
And June, June will be over soon again
So get yourself up, get a past glitch on your way
There's nothing to be ashamed of
Taking off again
The five fourteen to East Grinstead
(You've sent me off to see) (we're going up, up, up, up, up)
Coursing on our greatest night
And talking types will let us down, again
Talk, talk on your arse all night
You wanna be there
Step inside the tarmac ride
To the land that crime forgot
Oh, just don't go there
Cracks inside the tarmac ride
To the land that crime forgot, oh no
And if you have nobody left to rely on
I'll hold you in my arms and let you drift
Going down to Lonesome Street, ooh
Going down to Lonesome Street, ooh
Lonesome Street, ooh
Going down to Lonesome Street, ooh
Lonesome Street, ooh
Going down to Lonesome Street, ooh
Blur - The Magic Whip Album Lyrics
Blur - The Magic Whip Lyrics
Writer: Steven Alexander James, David Rowntree, Damon Albarn, Graham Coxon
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
New World Towers
Green, green, the neon green
New world towers
Carved out of grey white skies
Twenty four hours
Glide through the glass arcade to Hollywood
The cycle path it leaves me dreaming of
Love, love, so far away
New world towers
Logging your name and pray
Twenty four hours
Green turns to red and blue
And time relates
To us all again
And see the rescue
Green, green, the neon green
New world towers
Plane flying overhead
Satellite showers
Falls like confetti on the cavalcade
The flash-boat sea
No longer is
Reflecting in you
Seven on me
Seven on a left hand
Seven on me
Seven on me
Love, love, so far away
New world towers
Carved out of grey white sky
Twenty four hours
Green turns to red and blue
And time relates
The flash-boat sea
No longer is
Reflecting in you
Seven on me
Seven on a left hand
Seven on me
Seven on me
Seven on me
Seven on me
Seven on the left hand
Seven on me
New world towers
Carved out of grey white skies
Twenty four hours
Glide through the glass arcade to Hollywood
The cycle path it leaves me dreaming of
Love, love, so far away
New world towers
Logging your name and pray
Twenty four hours
Green turns to red and blue
And time relates
To us all again
And see the rescue
Green, green, the neon green
New world towers
Plane flying overhead
Satellite showers
Falls like confetti on the cavalcade
The flash-boat sea
No longer is
Reflecting in you
Seven on me
Seven on a left hand
Seven on me
Seven on me
Love, love, so far away
New world towers
Carved out of grey white sky
Twenty four hours
Green turns to red and blue
And time relates
The flash-boat sea
No longer is
Reflecting in you
Seven on me
Seven on a left hand
Seven on me
Seven on me
Seven on me
Seven on me
Seven on the left hand
Seven on me
Writer: Steven Alexander James, David Rowntree, Damon Albarn, Graham Coxon
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Go Out
I'm gettin' sad alone
Dancing with myself
Greedy go-getter goal
The luxury of stealth
I'm seedy and the whole
Dancing with myself
I get into my bed
I do it to myself
To the local,
To the lo-o-o, I go out
To the local
By myself
To the local
I did it to my head
There's nothing to be addressed now
There's nothing to get up about
Cause we do it all the time
The shepherd is undone
Done it all again
I get ready to go
The greed go-getter con
He going to the local
He going to the local
O-ohh
He going to the local
He going to the local
To many western men
It's a problem left undone
Imperious design
The purpose of luxury
A greedy go-getter in the sky bar
She all alone
She get ready to go
She does it with herself
She does it with herself
She does it with herself
She does it on her own
She does it on her own
Dancing with myself
Greedy go-getter goal
The luxury of stealth
I'm seedy and the whole
Dancing with myself
I get into my bed
I do it to myself
To the local,
To the lo-o-o, I go out
To the local
By myself
To the local
I did it to my head
There's nothing to be addressed now
There's nothing to get up about
Cause we do it all the time
The shepherd is undone
Done it all again
I get ready to go
The greed go-getter con
He going to the local
He going to the local
O-ohh
He going to the local
He going to the local
To many western men
It's a problem left undone
Imperious design
The purpose of luxury
A greedy go-getter in the sky bar
She all alone
She get ready to go
She does it with herself
She does it with herself
She does it with herself
She does it on her own
She does it on her own
Writer: Damon Albarn, David Rowntree, Graham Coxon, Steven Alexander James
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Actual Music, S.L.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Actual Music, S.L.
Ice Cream Man
Here comes the ice-cream man
Parked at the end of the road
With a swish of his magic whip
All the people in the party froze
Scribble, chocolate chip, umbrella and his white glove and
Shade from the sun was his intention
Here comes the ice-cream man bouncing up the hill
With a whip the pumpkin lit, happy valley clumsy fill
All the lantern men, marching down 'til dawn
Falling come, before I'm gone
Something new
Something new
Something new
Here comes the ice-cream man
Parked at the end of the road
With a swish of his magic whip
All the people in the party froze
I was only twenty-one
When I watched it on T.V.
I was racing in my heart
Something new
Something new
Something new
Something new
Something new
Something new
Something new
Something new
Something new
Parked at the end of the road
With a swish of his magic whip
All the people in the party froze
Scribble, chocolate chip, umbrella and his white glove and
Shade from the sun was his intention
Here comes the ice-cream man bouncing up the hill
With a whip the pumpkin lit, happy valley clumsy fill
All the lantern men, marching down 'til dawn
Falling come, before I'm gone
Something new
Something new
Something new
Here comes the ice-cream man
Parked at the end of the road
With a swish of his magic whip
All the people in the party froze
I was only twenty-one
When I watched it on T.V.
I was racing in my heart
Something new
Something new
Something new
Something new
Something new
Something new
Something new
Something new
Something new
Writer: Steven Alexander James, David Rowntree, Damon Albarn, Graham Coxon
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Thought I Was A Spaceman
I thought I was a spaceman
Digging out my heart
In some distant sand dunes
In a car park
'Cause the desert had encroached upon
The places where we live
People like me fighting
To keep the demons in
But we never succeeded
We never succeeded
In fact we failed
I thought I was a spaceman
Digging out my heart
In some distant sand dunes
In a car park
By the empty harbour
Where the phantoms fall
Fight for happy valley
Sadly, the line broke
I thought I found my black ball
Washed up on the shore
All night lying on us
It was the landfall
I thought I found it
But that was not true at all
I'd walked into a bar
Raise town
Cut the calves without me
Always and always the same
But the ghost is waiting
And let it be
I thought I was a spaceman
Digging out my heart
In some distant sand dunes
In high park
I thought I was a spaceman
Digging out my heart
In some distant sand dunes
You again
I thought I was a spaceman
Digging out my heart
In some distant sand dunes
You again
You again
You again
Digging out my heart
In some distant sand dunes
In a car park
'Cause the desert had encroached upon
The places where we live
People like me fighting
To keep the demons in
But we never succeeded
We never succeeded
In fact we failed
I thought I was a spaceman
Digging out my heart
In some distant sand dunes
In a car park
By the empty harbour
Where the phantoms fall
Fight for happy valley
Sadly, the line broke
I thought I found my black ball
Washed up on the shore
All night lying on us
It was the landfall
I thought I found it
But that was not true at all
I'd walked into a bar
Raise town
Cut the calves without me
Always and always the same
But the ghost is waiting
And let it be
I thought I was a spaceman
Digging out my heart
In some distant sand dunes
In high park
I thought I was a spaceman
Digging out my heart
In some distant sand dunes
You again
I thought I was a spaceman
Digging out my heart
In some distant sand dunes
You again
You again
You again
Writer: Steven Alexander James, David Rowntree, Damon Albarn, Graham Coxon
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
I Broadcast
I love the aspects of another city
The representatives are alright
In circulation the snake and the tiger
Waking up and shaving in industrial life
I broadcast
Closing on another day now
All for a cold sore
Something out of nothing
I love the aspects of another city
It's got your number and your blood type
They been intentious so need some focus
The apparitions of another prodigal night, right?
I broadcast
Closing on another day now
All for a high score
Something out of nothing
I broadcast
I'm running, I'm running, I'm running
I broadcast
Closing on another day now
All for a cold sore
Something out of nothing
I broadcast
Closing on another day now
All for a cold sore
Something out of nothing
The representatives are alright
In circulation the snake and the tiger
Waking up and shaving in industrial life
I broadcast
Closing on another day now
All for a cold sore
Something out of nothing
I love the aspects of another city
It's got your number and your blood type
They been intentious so need some focus
The apparitions of another prodigal night, right?
I broadcast
Closing on another day now
All for a high score
Something out of nothing
I broadcast
I'm running, I'm running, I'm running
I broadcast
Closing on another day now
All for a cold sore
Something out of nothing
I broadcast
Closing on another day now
All for a cold sore
Something out of nothing
Writer: Steven Alexander James, David Rowntree, Damon Albarn, Graham Coxon
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
My Terracotta Heart
And the bright rings we got in summertime
Seemed like a breath of fresh air back in the summertime
When we were more like brothers, that was years ago
So if it doesn't sing like a broken chord
I'm running out of heart today
I'm running out of open road to you
When I know you are emoting and you're dazed
Is something broke inside you, 'cause at the moment
I'm lost and feeling that I don't know
If I'm losing you again
And when we fly tomorrow over the Java seas
And my younger match will be there with me
'Cause they remind me of swimming out too far one day
When the coral was gone, but I didn't care anyway
I was running out of heart that day
I was running out of open road to you
And I know I was emoted, I was dazed
Is something broke inside me, 'cause at the moment
I'm lost and feeling that I don't know
If I'm losing you again
I'm running out of heartache
Just sitting out the constant doubt in my day
But I don't know what it is
I'm sweating out the toxins
Is my terracotta heart breaking?
I don't know
If I'm losing you
If I'm losing you again
Seemed like a breath of fresh air back in the summertime
When we were more like brothers, that was years ago
So if it doesn't sing like a broken chord
I'm running out of heart today
I'm running out of open road to you
When I know you are emoting and you're dazed
Is something broke inside you, 'cause at the moment
I'm lost and feeling that I don't know
If I'm losing you again
And when we fly tomorrow over the Java seas
And my younger match will be there with me
'Cause they remind me of swimming out too far one day
When the coral was gone, but I didn't care anyway
I was running out of heart that day
I was running out of open road to you
And I know I was emoted, I was dazed
Is something broke inside me, 'cause at the moment
I'm lost and feeling that I don't know
If I'm losing you again
I'm running out of heartache
Just sitting out the constant doubt in my day
But I don't know what it is
I'm sweating out the toxins
Is my terracotta heart breaking?
I don't know
If I'm losing you
If I'm losing you again
Writer: Steven Alexander James, David Rowntree, Damon Albarn, Graham Coxon
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
There Are Too Many Of Us
There are too many of us
That's plain to see
We all believe in praying
For our immortality
We pose this question to our children
That calls them all to stray
And live in tiny houses
Of the same mistakes we make
'Cause there are too many of us
In tiny houses here and there
Passing out somewhere
But you won't care
There are too many of us
That's plain to see
And we all believe in praying
For our immortality
For a moment I was dislocated
By terror on the loop elsewhere
Flashing lights advocate it
On the big screens everywhere
'Cause there are too many of us
In tiny houses here and there
Just passing out somewhere
But you won't care
There are too many of us
In tiny houses here and there
All looking through the windows
On everything we share
We pose this question to our children
It leads them out to stray
And live in tiny houses
Of the same mistakes we make
'Cause there are too many of us
That's plain to see
All living in tiny houses
Of our immortality
That's plain to see
We all believe in praying
For our immortality
We pose this question to our children
That calls them all to stray
And live in tiny houses
Of the same mistakes we make
'Cause there are too many of us
In tiny houses here and there
Passing out somewhere
But you won't care
There are too many of us
That's plain to see
And we all believe in praying
For our immortality
For a moment I was dislocated
By terror on the loop elsewhere
Flashing lights advocate it
On the big screens everywhere
'Cause there are too many of us
In tiny houses here and there
Just passing out somewhere
But you won't care
There are too many of us
In tiny houses here and there
All looking through the windows
On everything we share
We pose this question to our children
It leads them out to stray
And live in tiny houses
Of the same mistakes we make
'Cause there are too many of us
That's plain to see
All living in tiny houses
Of our immortality
Writer: Graham Leslie Coxon, David Rowntree, Damon Albarn, Alexander James Steven
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Ghost Ship
I remember flashbacks lighting up magic waves
Eight o'clock, saloon emptiness, handle it
The wide old image I had to view 11 seconds ago
I didn't say anything, so you will never know
I got away for a little while
But then it came back much harder
Swinging on the cable line to pull it
Climbing down the ghostly wine in a battery
That light in your eyes, I search for religiously
Oh, when it's not there, oh Lord, it's over me
I got away for a little while
But then it came back much harder
'Til I ever hold you out there again
Will you be mine?
'Cause I'm on a ghost ship driving my heart
In Hong Kong
It's the last ride boarding here tonight
Out in the bay (out in the bay) I need lantern in you to shine out bright rays
Rat race
Living outta body here, what can I do?
It's up to the doc everyday to join here with you
I had to get away for a little while
But then it came back much harder
'Til I ever hold you out there again
Will you be mine?
'Cause I'm on a ghost ship driving my heart
In Hong Kong
It's the last ride boarding here tonight
Out in the bay (out in the bay) I need lantern in you to shine out bright rays
Rat race
'Til I ever hold you out there again
Will you be mine?
'Cause I'm on a ghost ship driving my heart
In Hong Kong
It's the last ride boarding here tonight
Out in the bay (out in the bay) I need lantern in you to shine out bright rays
Rat race
Rat race
Rat race
Eight o'clock, saloon emptiness, handle it
The wide old image I had to view 11 seconds ago
I didn't say anything, so you will never know
I got away for a little while
But then it came back much harder
Swinging on the cable line to pull it
Climbing down the ghostly wine in a battery
That light in your eyes, I search for religiously
Oh, when it's not there, oh Lord, it's over me
I got away for a little while
But then it came back much harder
'Til I ever hold you out there again
Will you be mine?
'Cause I'm on a ghost ship driving my heart
In Hong Kong
It's the last ride boarding here tonight
Out in the bay (out in the bay) I need lantern in you to shine out bright rays
Rat race
Living outta body here, what can I do?
It's up to the doc everyday to join here with you
I had to get away for a little while
But then it came back much harder
'Til I ever hold you out there again
Will you be mine?
'Cause I'm on a ghost ship driving my heart
In Hong Kong
It's the last ride boarding here tonight
Out in the bay (out in the bay) I need lantern in you to shine out bright rays
Rat race
'Til I ever hold you out there again
Will you be mine?
'Cause I'm on a ghost ship driving my heart
In Hong Kong
It's the last ride boarding here tonight
Out in the bay (out in the bay) I need lantern in you to shine out bright rays
Rat race
Rat race
Rat race
Writer: Steven Alexander James, David Rowntree, Damon Albarn, Graham Coxon
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Pyongyang
I look down from my window
To the island where I'm held
Listen while you're sleeping
Darkness is itself
Tomorrow I am disappearing
'Cause the trees are amplified
Never ending broadcasts
To which I do not despite
Kid the mausoleum's fallen
And the perfect avenues
Will seem empty without you
And the pink light that bathes the great leaders is fading
By the time your sun is rising there
Out here it's turning blue
The silver rockets coming
And the cherry trees of Pyongyang
I'm leaving
I feel like I'm floating
Persisting autotune
But never-ending roll on
To the palace of the doom
The temperature keeps falling
Soon there will be no lights
Just a red glow of glass coffins
Watched by someone through the night
Kid the mausoleum's fallen
And the perfect avenues
Will seem empty without you
And the pink light that bathes the great leaders
Is fading
By the time your sun is rising there
Out here it's turning blue
The silver rockets coming
And the cherry trees of Pyongyang
I'm leaving
(Soon there will be no light, someone through the night)
Kid the mausoleum's fallen
And the perfect avenues
Will seem empty without you
And the pink light that bathes the great leaders
Is fading
By the time your sun is rising there
Out here it's turning blue
The silver rockets coming
And the cherry trees of Pyongyang
But I'm leaving
To the island where I'm held
Listen while you're sleeping
Darkness is itself
Tomorrow I am disappearing
'Cause the trees are amplified
Never ending broadcasts
To which I do not despite
Kid the mausoleum's fallen
And the perfect avenues
Will seem empty without you
And the pink light that bathes the great leaders is fading
By the time your sun is rising there
Out here it's turning blue
The silver rockets coming
And the cherry trees of Pyongyang
I'm leaving
I feel like I'm floating
Persisting autotune
But never-ending roll on
To the palace of the doom
The temperature keeps falling
Soon there will be no lights
Just a red glow of glass coffins
Watched by someone through the night
Kid the mausoleum's fallen
And the perfect avenues
Will seem empty without you
And the pink light that bathes the great leaders
Is fading
By the time your sun is rising there
Out here it's turning blue
The silver rockets coming
And the cherry trees of Pyongyang
I'm leaving
(Soon there will be no light, someone through the night)
Kid the mausoleum's fallen
And the perfect avenues
Will seem empty without you
And the pink light that bathes the great leaders
Is fading
By the time your sun is rising there
Out here it's turning blue
The silver rockets coming
And the cherry trees of Pyongyang
But I'm leaving
Writer: Steven Alexander James, David Rowntree, Damon Albarn, Graham Coxon
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Ong Ong
(La la la)
I got on a boat on a hot sunny day
To get out of this town
'Cause the tarmac was melting and the people seemed to sway
Stuck in the underground
To the isle of the black kites and the wishing tree
I wanna be with you
On the slow boat to Lantau through misty seas
I wanna be with you
I pulled out the harbour with precession behind
And I'm feeling the love of you
So you better get to charge until I see you again
You know just what to do
If you're caught up in the gales on the junk boat sea
I wanna be with you
Whit the pilgrims the mountains in the high trapeze
I wanna be with you
If you're the landlord, the social on P.S.T
I wanna be with you
On an island of rainclouds and verdant seas
I will be there with you
Oh
(La la la)
I got on a boat on a hot sunny day
To get out of this town
'Cause the tarmac was melting and the people seemed to sway
Stuck in the underground
To the isle of the black kites and the wishing tree
I wanna be with you
On the slow boat to Lantau through misty seas
I wanna be with you
I pulled out the harbour with precession behind
And I'm feeling the love of you
So you better get to charge until I see you again
You know just what to do
If you're caught up in the gales on the junk boat sea
I wanna be with you
Whit the pilgrims the mountains in the high trapeze
I wanna be with you
If you're the landlord, the social on P.S.T
I wanna be with you
On an island of rainclouds and verdant seas
I will be there with you
Oh
(La la la)
Writer: Steven Alexander James, David Rowntree, Damon Albarn, Graham Coxon
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Mirrorball
Mirrorball on a Jordan train
I was under sea, then I forget
I did nothing
Ocean park, where the sea goes crying
I remember flying reckless
I was there
So before you log out
Oh, boat stream
Hold close to me
I'll be back, when December comes
All the barriers of green fall down
Where is everything
Oh, mirrorball, you're spinning out to sea
Think I found you in the temple square
Under a wretched dream
So cry your eyes out
Oh, close to me
Hold close to me!
So cry my eyes out
Oh, close to me
Hold close to me!
Hold close to me!
Hold close to me!
I was under sea, then I forget
I did nothing
Ocean park, where the sea goes crying
I remember flying reckless
I was there
So before you log out
Oh, boat stream
Hold close to me
I'll be back, when December comes
All the barriers of green fall down
Where is everything
Oh, mirrorball, you're spinning out to sea
Think I found you in the temple square
Under a wretched dream
So cry your eyes out
Oh, close to me
Hold close to me!
So cry my eyes out
Oh, close to me
Hold close to me!
Hold close to me!
Hold close to me!
Writer: Damon Albarn, David Rowntree, Graham Coxon, Steven Alexander James
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
