Lazy days calling to you
Come out to play
The future lies with you
Now you can be sure love is the cure
What we're searching for
Is to have a jolly good time
Crazy days but you'll get me through
And here I'll stay holding on to you
Now you can be sure
Our thoughts unpure
Will unlock the door
And we will have a jolly good time
It can happen in any season
We don't need any reason
To sit around and wait
The world can change in a second so
I find the sunshine beckons me
To open up the gate
And dream and dream
Lazy days don't let them get you down
Wear your smile
I don't want to see you frown
Don't let them get you down
It can happen in any season
We don't need any reason
To sit around and wait
The world can change in a second so
I find the sunshine beckons me
To open up the gate
And dream and dream
Then we will have - a jolly good time
Robbie Williams - Life thru a Lens Album Lyrics
Robbie Williams - Life thru a Lens Lyrics
Writer: NATALIE CLARE WILLIAMS, HUGH SAMUEL BROMFIELD, DANIEL SOL LONGMORE, EBIS OYE
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Life Thru A Lens
Wake up on Sunday morning
And everything feels so boring
Is that where it ends
With your life thru a lens
Hair is the new hat, brown is the new black
She shouldn't wear this, he shouldn't wear that
Pleasure at leisure make mine a double measure with friends
Fashion tardis down at Que Vadis
Who laughs the longest who drives the hardest
Pleasure at leisure make mine a double measure with friends
Just because I ain't double barrelled
Don't mean I haven't travelled well
Can't you tell!
Oh now it's quite appalling
Your conversation is boring as hell, oh well!
Wake up on Sunday morning
And everything feels so boring
Is that where it ends
With your life thru a lens
And now you're boyfriend's suspicious
So go home and wash the dishes
And wash them well so he can't tell
She's looking real drab just out of rehab
I'm talking football she's talking ab fab
Your clothes are very kitch
Just because your daddy is rich
You sound so funny with your voice all plummy
Now your cheque's just bounced better run to your mummy
And you know it's a class act she'll never ask for it back
Just because I ain't double barelled
Don't mean I haven't travelled well
Can't you tell!
Mix with the local gentry and don't crash Tarquin's Bentley
I'll take the bends with our life thru a lens
You're scared of the poor and needy
Is that why you're all inbreedy?
They're just like you, they need love too
Wake up on Sunday morning
And everything feels so boring
Is that where it ends
With your life thru a lens
And now you're boyfriend's suspicious
So go home and wash the dishes
And wash them well so he can't tell
And everything feels so boring
Is that where it ends
With your life thru a lens
Hair is the new hat, brown is the new black
She shouldn't wear this, he shouldn't wear that
Pleasure at leisure make mine a double measure with friends
Fashion tardis down at Que Vadis
Who laughs the longest who drives the hardest
Pleasure at leisure make mine a double measure with friends
Just because I ain't double barrelled
Don't mean I haven't travelled well
Can't you tell!
Oh now it's quite appalling
Your conversation is boring as hell, oh well!
Wake up on Sunday morning
And everything feels so boring
Is that where it ends
With your life thru a lens
And now you're boyfriend's suspicious
So go home and wash the dishes
And wash them well so he can't tell
She's looking real drab just out of rehab
I'm talking football she's talking ab fab
Your clothes are very kitch
Just because your daddy is rich
You sound so funny with your voice all plummy
Now your cheque's just bounced better run to your mummy
And you know it's a class act she'll never ask for it back
Just because I ain't double barelled
Don't mean I haven't travelled well
Can't you tell!
Mix with the local gentry and don't crash Tarquin's Bentley
I'll take the bends with our life thru a lens
You're scared of the poor and needy
Is that why you're all inbreedy?
They're just like you, they need love too
Wake up on Sunday morning
And everything feels so boring
Is that where it ends
With your life thru a lens
And now you're boyfriend's suspicious
So go home and wash the dishes
And wash them well so he can't tell
Writer: GUY CHAMBERS, ROBERT PETER WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
Ego A Go Go
Where were you when you stole my pride
Did you ever get the feeling that someone died
Hide away in your ivory tower
And cover me in your golden shower
Did I make you laugh when I played the clown
And was I the dog that bit you when you put it down
Break it nicely break it slow
Break it so I've got no place to go
Ego a go go now you've gone solo
Living on a memory
Where've you been lately
And do you still hate me
Could you offer an apology
Aaah turn away
Aaah fade to grey
Spoken; And here's another thing
Where were you when the party ended
Were you stiching up the wounds that you thought I need mending
Wonderlands have crashed to the ground
The circus is gone all that's left is the clowns
Did I break your heart when I stole your thunder
Was there woodworm in the table your feet are under
Break it nicely break it slow
Break it so I've got no place to go
Ego a go go now you've gone solo
Living on a memory
Now you've gone stately
And yes you do hate me
Could you offer an apology
Aaah turn away
Aaah fade to grey
Aaah I hope you've strayed
Aaah
And got laid
Ego a go go
Ego a go go go
Oh yeah
Did you ever get the feeling that someone died
Hide away in your ivory tower
And cover me in your golden shower
Did I make you laugh when I played the clown
And was I the dog that bit you when you put it down
Break it nicely break it slow
Break it so I've got no place to go
Ego a go go now you've gone solo
Living on a memory
Where've you been lately
And do you still hate me
Could you offer an apology
Aaah turn away
Aaah fade to grey
Spoken; And here's another thing
Where were you when the party ended
Were you stiching up the wounds that you thought I need mending
Wonderlands have crashed to the ground
The circus is gone all that's left is the clowns
Did I break your heart when I stole your thunder
Was there woodworm in the table your feet are under
Break it nicely break it slow
Break it so I've got no place to go
Ego a go go now you've gone solo
Living on a memory
Now you've gone stately
And yes you do hate me
Could you offer an apology
Aaah turn away
Aaah fade to grey
Aaah I hope you've strayed
Aaah
And got laid
Ego a go go
Ego a go go go
Oh yeah
Writer: Guy Chambers, Robert Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Angels
[ Featuring Adam Tucker ]
I sit and wait
Does an angel contemplate my fate?
Do they know
The places where we go
When we're grey and old?
'Cause I have been told
That salvation lets their wings unfold
So when I'm lying in my bed
Thoughts running through my head
And I feel that love is dead
I'm loving angels instead
And through it all she offers me protection
A lot of love and affection
Whether I'm right or wrong
And down the waterfall
Wherever it may take me
I know that life won't break me
When I come to call, she won't forsake me
I'm loving angels instead
When I'm feeling weak
And my pain walks down a one way street
I look above
And I know I'll always be blessed with love
And as the feeling grows
She breathes flesh to my bones
When love is dead
I'm loving angels instead
And through it all she offers me protection
A lot of love and affection
Whether I'm right or wrong
And down the waterfall
Wherever it may take me
I know that life won't break me
When I come to call, she won't forsake me
I'm loving angels instead
And through it all she offers me protection
A lot of love and affection
Whether I'm right or wrong
And down the waterfall
Wherever it may take me
I know that life won't break me
When I come to call, she won't forsake me
I'm loving angels instead
Writer: Guy Antony Chambers, Robert Peter Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management
South Of The Border
I know a freaky young lady
Name of Cocaine Katie
She makes my temperature freeze
She's got a blood red powder
When she gives a shout
She'll bring you to your knees
Well, we were being clever playing God games forever
She said she only meant to please
But I'm someone's brother, got a father and a mother
You know I'm going to have to leave
South of the border
I think you oughta
South of the border
I think you oughta
'cos you know you're gonna have to leave
To a place where you can breahte
And you know there's no reprieve
There'll be tears on leaving
But there won't be no grieving
'cos a city soon forgets
To me it's magic
To the landlord it's tragic
He's got another room let
There'll be the same old faces in the same old places
Where my youth was well misspent
But I tow the line and move the time
To a town called 'No Regrets'
South of the border
I think you oughta
South of the border
I think you oughta
'cos you know you're gonna have to leave
To a place where you can breathe
And you know there's no reprieve
'cos you know you're gonna have to leave
To a place where you can breathe
And you know there's no reprieve
Name of Cocaine Katie
She makes my temperature freeze
She's got a blood red powder
When she gives a shout
She'll bring you to your knees
Well, we were being clever playing God games forever
She said she only meant to please
But I'm someone's brother, got a father and a mother
You know I'm going to have to leave
South of the border
I think you oughta
South of the border
I think you oughta
'cos you know you're gonna have to leave
To a place where you can breahte
And you know there's no reprieve
There'll be tears on leaving
But there won't be no grieving
'cos a city soon forgets
To me it's magic
To the landlord it's tragic
He's got another room let
There'll be the same old faces in the same old places
Where my youth was well misspent
But I tow the line and move the time
To a town called 'No Regrets'
South of the border
I think you oughta
South of the border
I think you oughta
'cos you know you're gonna have to leave
To a place where you can breathe
And you know there's no reprieve
'cos you know you're gonna have to leave
To a place where you can breathe
And you know there's no reprieve
Writer: GUY CHAMBERS, ROBERT PETER WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Old Before I Die
She's taking me places
I should never have been
She's showin' me faces
I should never have seen
Well these are strange days we're livin' in today
Cest la vie I say
I hope I'm old before I die
I hope I live to relive the days gone by
I hope I'm old before I die
But tonight I'm gonna live for today
So come along for the ride
I hope I'm old before I die
She's not feeling stable
She's unable to breathe
Her heart's beating faster
So I'll ask her to leave
These are strange days we're livin' in today
Am I straight or gay
I hope I'm old before I die
I hope I live to see the day
The pope gets high
I hope I'm old before I die
Well tonight I'm gonna live for today
So come along for the ride
I hope I'm old before I die
Well these are strange days we're livin' in today
Cest la vie I say, I say, I say
I hope I'm old before I die
I hope I live to relive the days gone by
I hope I'm old before I die
But tonight I'm gonna live for today
So come along for the ride
I hope I'm old before I die
Old before I die
Old before
Old before
Old before I die
Old before I die
I should never have been
She's showin' me faces
I should never have seen
Well these are strange days we're livin' in today
Cest la vie I say
I hope I'm old before I die
I hope I live to relive the days gone by
I hope I'm old before I die
But tonight I'm gonna live for today
So come along for the ride
I hope I'm old before I die
She's not feeling stable
She's unable to breathe
Her heart's beating faster
So I'll ask her to leave
These are strange days we're livin' in today
Am I straight or gay
I hope I'm old before I die
I hope I live to see the day
The pope gets high
I hope I'm old before I die
Well tonight I'm gonna live for today
So come along for the ride
I hope I'm old before I die
Well these are strange days we're livin' in today
Cest la vie I say, I say, I say
I hope I'm old before I die
I hope I live to relive the days gone by
I hope I'm old before I die
But tonight I'm gonna live for today
So come along for the ride
I hope I'm old before I die
Old before I die
Old before
Old before
Old before I die
Old before I die
Writer: ERIC M BAZILIAN, DESMOND CHILD, ROBBIE WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
One of Gods Better People
You're one of God's better people
And you don't know
That's why you're special
And I cry so I can talk like this
From my downbeat existence
And I know that you can make my wish
If my wish is pure
But I don't know
I just don't know
I don't know
Let me love you so
Now I can't live this without you
I'd die without you
Without you, without you
You're one of God's better people
And you don't know
That's why you're special
It must hurt to see your favourite man
Lose himself again and again
And I know that you're my only friend
From way back when
My wish was pure
It was oh so pure
It was pure
I couldn't love you more
Now I can't live this without you
I'd die without you
Without you
Now I can't live this without you
I'd die without you
Without you, without you
'cos I don't know no more
I just don't know no more
I jsut don't know
Let me love you so
Now I can't live this without you
I'd die without you
Without you
Now I can't live this without you
I'd die without you
Without you, without you
You're one of God's better people
And you don't know
That's why you're special
And you don't know
That's why you're special
And I cry so I can talk like this
From my downbeat existence
And I know that you can make my wish
If my wish is pure
But I don't know
I just don't know
I don't know
Let me love you so
Now I can't live this without you
I'd die without you
Without you, without you
You're one of God's better people
And you don't know
That's why you're special
It must hurt to see your favourite man
Lose himself again and again
And I know that you're my only friend
From way back when
My wish was pure
It was oh so pure
It was pure
I couldn't love you more
Now I can't live this without you
I'd die without you
Without you
Now I can't live this without you
I'd die without you
Without you, without you
'cos I don't know no more
I just don't know no more
I jsut don't know
Let me love you so
Now I can't live this without you
I'd die without you
Without you
Now I can't live this without you
I'd die without you
Without you, without you
You're one of God's better people
And you don't know
That's why you're special
Writer: GUY CHAMBERS, ROBERT PETER WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Let Me Entertain You
[ Featuring Adam Tucker ]
Hell is gone and heaven's here
There's nothing left for you to fear
Shake your arse come over here
Now scream
I'm a burning effigy
Of everything I used to be
You're my rock of empathy, my dear
So come on let me entertain you
Let me entertain you
Life's too short for you to die
So grab yourself an alibi
Heaven knows your mother lied
Mon cher
Separate your right from wrongs
Come and sing a different song
The kettle's on so don't be long
Mon cher
So come on let me entertain you
Let me entertain you
Look me up in the yellow pages
I will be your rock of ages
Your see through fads and your crazy phrases yeah
Little Bo Peep has lost his sheep
He popped a pill and fell asleep
The dew is wet but the grass is sweet, my dear
Your mind gets burned with the habits you've learned
But we're the generation that's got to be heard
You're tired of your teachers and your school's a drag
You're not going to end up like your mum and dad
So come on let me entertain you
Let me entertain you
Let me entertain you
He may be good he may be outta sight
But he can't be here so come around tonight
Here is the place where the feeling grows
You gotta get high before you taste the lows
So come on
Let me entertain you
Let me entertain you
So come on let me entertain me
Let me entertain you
Come on come on come on come on
Writer: Guy Chambers, Robert Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Killing Me
I don't mind the abuse
It fills in time
When I'm not much use
But it's killing me, killing me slowly
They all say
I'm too restless
But words cut deep
When you're defenceless
And they're killing me, but killing me slowly
There was a time when we were fine
And I could tolerate you
I do believe that you should leave
'cos I've grown to hate you
Should I be weak and turn my cheek
'cos I'm scared to fall
But I just don't know you
And you don't know me at all
I've been told that love's a celebration
But I've lost faith through frustration
And it's killing me, but killing me slowly
You paint my picture black
The joke's on me
And I don't wanna laugh
Remember the good times
Won't you bring them back someday, somehow
I don't mind feeling blue
If I could smile just like you do
And it's killing me, killing me slowly
I can't go on alone
Pretending nothing's wrong
Maybe I just want to belong
Somewhere, somehow, somehow
It fills in time
When I'm not much use
But it's killing me, killing me slowly
They all say
I'm too restless
But words cut deep
When you're defenceless
And they're killing me, but killing me slowly
There was a time when we were fine
And I could tolerate you
I do believe that you should leave
'cos I've grown to hate you
Should I be weak and turn my cheek
'cos I'm scared to fall
But I just don't know you
And you don't know me at all
I've been told that love's a celebration
But I've lost faith through frustration
And it's killing me, but killing me slowly
You paint my picture black
The joke's on me
And I don't wanna laugh
Remember the good times
Won't you bring them back someday, somehow
I don't mind feeling blue
If I could smile just like you do
And it's killing me, killing me slowly
I can't go on alone
Pretending nothing's wrong
Maybe I just want to belong
Somewhere, somehow, somehow
Writer: GUY CHAMBERS, ROBERT PETER WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
Clean
There was a time
When crazy days would start with wine
And now I tow a different line
I stay in bed and use my loaf instead f my bread
And stroll on 'cos I've been thinking so long
That something's gonna go wrong
It's gone to my head my vision's all blurred
And my legs feel like lead
But I'm clean yeah
Friends with Mr Sheen yeah
Don't have to wean myself up on nothing
I'm two minutes clean and that's not very often
Stroll on
There was a time
When I would dread what I had said
Waking up in someone's bed
Wondering who I was
Naked and cold
With an ache in my head
And stroll on 'cos I've been thinking so long
That's something's gonna go wrong
It's gone to my head my vision's all blurred
And my legs feel like lead
But I'm clean yeah
Friends with Charlie Sheen yeah
Don't have to wean myself up on nothing
I'm two minutes clean and that's not very often
I'm clean yeah
Gonna meet the queen yeah
I won't be obscene yeah
'cos I'm two minutes clean and that's not very often
Stroll on and on and on and on and on
Oh yeah
When crazy days would start with wine
And now I tow a different line
I stay in bed and use my loaf instead f my bread
And stroll on 'cos I've been thinking so long
That something's gonna go wrong
It's gone to my head my vision's all blurred
And my legs feel like lead
But I'm clean yeah
Friends with Mr Sheen yeah
Don't have to wean myself up on nothing
I'm two minutes clean and that's not very often
Stroll on
There was a time
When I would dread what I had said
Waking up in someone's bed
Wondering who I was
Naked and cold
With an ache in my head
And stroll on 'cos I've been thinking so long
That's something's gonna go wrong
It's gone to my head my vision's all blurred
And my legs feel like lead
But I'm clean yeah
Friends with Charlie Sheen yeah
Don't have to wean myself up on nothing
I'm two minutes clean and that's not very often
I'm clean yeah
Gonna meet the queen yeah
I won't be obscene yeah
'cos I'm two minutes clean and that's not very often
Stroll on and on and on and on and on
Oh yeah
Writer: RICHARD WILLIS HAWLEY, PABLO COOK, ANTHONY GENN, ROBERT PETER WILLIAMS, MARTIN PAUL SLATTERY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Baby Girl Window
I've got you rainbows seen your sunbeams
I know a place where heaven breathes
And it's through her window
Your baby girl's window
I know you're happy where you are
Singing to the moon talking to the stars
Through her window
Your baby girl's window
There's fingermarks around her soul
But your laughter fills the hole
Through her window
Your baby girl's window
Aaah I wish you would stay
Aaah to see what she made of herself
People say you were gone too soon
I see your face when flowers bloom
Through her window
Your baby girl's window
I'm looking for the words to say
Something to take her pain away
Through her window
Aaah I wish you would stay
Aaah to see what she made of herself
I know a place where heaven breathes
And it's through her window
Your baby girl's window
I know you're happy where you are
Singing to the moon talking to the stars
Through her window
Your baby girl's window
There's fingermarks around her soul
But your laughter fills the hole
Through her window
Your baby girl's window
Aaah I wish you would stay
Aaah to see what she made of herself
People say you were gone too soon
I see your face when flowers bloom
Through her window
Your baby girl's window
I'm looking for the words to say
Something to take her pain away
Through her window
Aaah I wish you would stay
Aaah to see what she made of herself
Writer: GUY CHAMBERS, ROBERT PETER WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Exploration Group LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Exploration Group LLC
Hello Sir
Hello Sir, remember me?
I'm the man you thought I'd never be
The boy who you reduced to tears
Lad called 'thingy' for six whole years.
Yes, that's right, my name's Bob
The one who landed the pop star's job
The one you told, look don't touch
The kid who wouldn't amount to much.
Well, I'm here and you're still there
With a fake sports car and receding hair.
Dodgy Farah trousers that you think are smart
Married to the woman who teaches art.
Married to the life, married to the school
I wanna sing and dance Sir; now who's the fool?
Sing and dance, you thought I was barmy
Settle down thingy, join the army.
And who are you to tell me this?
The dream I want I'll have to miss
Sir is God, he's been given the right
To structure lives overnight.
Now I know life's true path
Tanks and guns that'll be a laugh
No, not me I'm a mega civilian
I won't lead my life riding pillion.
But thanks for the advice and I'm sure it'll do
For the negative dickheads just like you.
As for now I've a different weapon
Stage and sceen is about to beckon.
And here I sit in first class
Bollocks Sir, kiss my arse...
I'm the man you thought I'd never be
The boy who you reduced to tears
Lad called 'thingy' for six whole years.
Yes, that's right, my name's Bob
The one who landed the pop star's job
The one you told, look don't touch
The kid who wouldn't amount to much.
Well, I'm here and you're still there
With a fake sports car and receding hair.
Dodgy Farah trousers that you think are smart
Married to the woman who teaches art.
Married to the life, married to the school
I wanna sing and dance Sir; now who's the fool?
Sing and dance, you thought I was barmy
Settle down thingy, join the army.
And who are you to tell me this?
The dream I want I'll have to miss
Sir is God, he's been given the right
To structure lives overnight.
Now I know life's true path
Tanks and guns that'll be a laugh
No, not me I'm a mega civilian
I won't lead my life riding pillion.
But thanks for the advice and I'm sure it'll do
For the negative dickheads just like you.
As for now I've a different weapon
Stage and sceen is about to beckon.
And here I sit in first class
Bollocks Sir, kiss my arse...
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Life thru a Lens is the first studio album by English singer-songwriter Robbie Williams. It was Williams' first solo album following his departure from Take That. Released on 29 September 1997 through Chrysalis Records, it is influenced by Britpop, a departure from the poppier tone of the music Take That employed. The album's working name was The Show-Off Must Go On.
The album's first three singles, "Old Before I Die", "Lazy Days" and "South of the Border" (the only single to miss the top 10), were all moderate successes, but it was the fourth single "Angels" which catapulted Williams to international fame as a solo artist. Peaking at number 4, it has sold over 1 million copies in the UK and is his biggest-selling single to date. Fifth and final single "Let Me Entertain You" reached number three, becoming the album's third top-5 hit. "Freedom", Williams' first solo single, a cover of George Michael's 1990 hit, is not featured on the album.
Life thru a Lens debuted at number 11 on the UK Albums Chart and initially remained in the lower regions, but, upon the chart success of "Angels", it began steadily climbing and finally reached number one in April 1998, five months after its release. Though never selling more than 60,000 copies in a single week, the album has sold over 2,094,000 copies as of November 2013, making it Williams' fourth-best-selling studio album and fifth-best-seller overall.
The album cover art, a photograph of Williams at the centre of a crowd of photographers, was created by Andy Earl.
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Robbie WilliamsThe album's first three singles, "Old Before I Die", "Lazy Days" and "South of the Border" (the only single to miss the top 10), were all moderate successes, but it was the fourth single "Angels" which catapulted Williams to international fame as a solo artist. Peaking at number 4, it has sold over 1 million copies in the UK and is his biggest-selling single to date. Fifth and final single "Let Me Entertain You" reached number three, becoming the album's third top-5 hit. "Freedom", Williams' first solo single, a cover of George Michael's 1990 hit, is not featured on the album.
Life thru a Lens debuted at number 11 on the UK Albums Chart and initially remained in the lower regions, but, upon the chart success of "Angels", it began steadily climbing and finally reached number one in April 1998, five months after its release. Though never selling more than 60,000 copies in a single week, the album has sold over 2,094,000 copies as of November 2013, making it Williams' fourth-best-selling studio album and fifth-best-seller overall.
The album cover art, a photograph of Williams at the centre of a crowd of photographers, was created by Andy Earl.
Genre(s): Pop, rock, Britpop, pop rock, power pop
Producer(s): Guy Chambers, Steve Power
Length: 52:46
Released: September 29th, 1997
Year: 1997