Showing posts with label Suede. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Suede. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

The wild ones









There's a song playing on the radio
Sky high in the airwaves on the morning show
And there's a lifeline slipping as the record plays
And as I open the blinds in my mind I'm believing that you could stay









And oh if you stay I'll chase the rainblown fields away
We'll shine like the morning and sin in the sun
Oh if you stay
We'll be the wild ones, running with the dogs today








There's a song playing through another wall
All we see and believe is the D.J. and debts dissolve
And it's a shame the plane is leaving on this sunny day
Cos on you my tattoo will be bleeding and the name will stain









But oh if you stay we'll ride from disguised suburban graves
We'll go from the bungalows where the debts still grow every day








And oh if you stay I'll chase the rainblown fears away
We'll shine like the morning and sin in the sun oh if you stay
We'll be the wild ones running with the dogs today
We'll be the wild ones running with the dogs today

Suede

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

On a Saturday night, on a Wednesday morning




Today she's been working, she's been talking, she's been smoking,
but it'll be alright,

Cause tonight we'll go dancing, we'll go laughing, we'll get car sick,
and it'll be okay like everyone says, it'll be alright and ever so nice,

We're going out tonight, out and about tonight.






Today she's been sat there, sat there in a black chair, office furniture,
but it'll be alright,
Cause tonight we'll go drinking we'll do silly things,
and never let the winter in,
And it'll be okay like everyone says, it'll be alright and ever so nice,
We're going out tonight, out and about tonight.




 
 
Oh, whatever makes her happy on a Saturday night,
Oh, whatever makes her happy, whatever makes it alright.
 
 
Suede

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

The beautiful ones



 
 
Here they come, the beautiful ones,
loved up,
Doved up,
hung around,
stoned in a lonely town
shaking their meat to the beat,
High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine
shaking their bits to the hits,





Here they come, the beautiful ones.
You don't think about it,
You don't do without it,
because you're beautiful,
And if your baby's going crazy
that's how you made me,

Suede