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Beatnik Song
02:58
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I drove my battered car to your flat on Beatnik Street
I carried all my books on Art and Poetry
I wore my turtle neck and my jeans, they both were black
Under my duffle-coat, I kept an old Jack Kerouac
And I won’t be taken for a ride
And I caught you hiding
And I won’t be taken for a ride
And I caught you hiding
I walked you home from school to your house on Bourgeoise Street
I carried all your books, on De Beauvoir and Magrite
You wore your tee-shirt, with Satre on the back
You quote Jean-Paul Belmondo, and read from Pasternak
And I won’t be taken for a ride
And I caught you hiding
And I won’t be taken for a ride
And I caught you hiding
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2. |
The Commercial
04:00
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Summer Sunday’s cruel
When I lost you
Down on Spitalfields you made me feel
Like a boy again
In a second hand dress
Your looks were blessed and yet
I didn’t think you’d find
That I was quite your kind
But then you took my hand
On Commercial Street
And I found out
Autumn, birthday, school
When I lost you
Through the kissing gates I made mistakes
Like a boy again
In a third-rate song
When it all went wrong and yet
I didn’t think you’d find
That I was quite your kind
But then you took my hand
On Commercial Street
And I found out
What it was all about
On Commercial Street
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3. |
Ben Sherman
03:22
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He wears his Ben Sherman
Down Carnaby Street
He looks like Noel Fielding
Cuban heels on his feet
She slaps his face in disgust
She spits him out … into the dust
He stares in Ben Sherman
In Soho at night
He’s seen Quadrophenia
He rides Jimmy’s bike
She slaps his face in disgust
She spits him out … into the dust
He wears his Ben Sherman
Down Carnaby Street
He looks like Noel Fielding
Cuban heels on his feet
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4. |
Secrets
02:52
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Maybe we should talk awhile
Or maybe we could kiss awhile
Danger lies in what we do
Let’s hide away, be safe for now
And you and I
Keep secrets in our hearts and one day
You and I
Will tell them to the world
All at once it’s happening
This complicated, simple thing
If life’s a scene, or a game to play
Let’s break the rules and slip away
And you and I
Keep secrets in our hearts and one day
You and I
Will tell them to the world
I’m not asking for your thoughts, or your honesty
I’m just asking for your touch, and to stay with me
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5. |
Francois The Postman
04:24
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Francois the postman rides … on his bike
Francois the postman flies … through the sky
He wants to make us laugh
A black and white photographic scene
See Jacques Tati dance … in the night
See Jacques Tati dance … for you and I
He wants to make us laugh
A black and white photographic scene
And when he comes around
You know he’ll hit the bottle … now …
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6. |
The First Day Of School
02:58
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Everyday is like the first day of school
I cried and cried and cried
What a fool
Every day is like the last day of Spring
I cried and cried and cried
Silly thing
And I miss you
I miss you
Everyday is like a birthday parade
It rained and rained and rained
All day
Everyday is like the last kiss goodnight
I cried and cried and cried
Holding tight
I miss you
I miss you
And when it all goes wrong
You’ll find me laughing
I miss you ….
I miss you …
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Sebastian
04:14
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She left her house and red brick road
Blanket autumn leaves had died
Sixty seven tears and closed school gates
The death of summer filled her eyes
Painting prize fell from the wall with velvet sighs
Come home, come home
Sebastian
Come home, come home
Sebastian, like lovers
Butterfly stars in her brother’s car
Some Sunday coffee-table smile
Wishing well heart and despite herself
She breaks like china, careless child
Painting prize fell from the wall with velvet sighs
Come home, come home
Sebastian
Come home, come home
Sebastian, like lovers
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8. |
Stone Lions
03:46
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She kissed stone lions in Trafalgar Square
The tourists have long flown
Taxi drivers no longer stare
As she makes it home alone
Don’t trust lions, they made you
Don’t trust lions, maybe … they’ll come through
Market stalls lay in silent prayer
On Portobello Road
Dying colours in her something hair
Of yesterday’s Munro
Don’t trust lions, they made you
Don’t trust lions, maybe … they’ll come through
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Les Bicyclettes de Belsize London, UK
Imagine Grant McLennan fronting a band including Al Stewart, Ray Davies & members of Belle & Sebastian, and you will have a rough idea of the folky, indie, DIY, acoustic songs of Les Bicyclettes de Belsize. Melodic gems, arranged with acerbic, sometimes heartfelt observational & lyrical wit - "evokes a lost past" "tunes that mainline into your heart & soul" "wistful melancholy" some say! ... more
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