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Sure
03:52
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I’m sure, you know, we’re gonna get it right this time
Once more, you know, you’ll never let us down again
I loved the way you smiled and made this country sing
But then we cried
And how we tried
You swore, I know, (but it) has been such a long, long time
Before, you go, please promise you won’t break again
I loved the way you played and made this nation dream
The times we tried
And how we cried
I loved the way you smiled and made this country sing
But then we cried
And how we tried
I loved the way you smiled and made this country sing
But then we cried
And how we tried
I loved the way you played and made this nation dream
The times we tried
And how we cried
Fill our hearts with pride
Tears in our eyes
Don’t let your courage hide
Our dreams won’t die
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The girl with the paintbrush scares me
With the beauty in her eyes
The girl with the paintbrush tells me
She sees through beautiful lies
And always on bad days
Everything she does turns blue
And always on good days, I have to say
I love you so, I have to say
I will paint all those hearts for you
Paint those hearts for you
The girl with the paintbrush rescue me
Let your imagination fly
The girl with the paintbrush come to me
Let all your inhibitions die
And always on sad days
Everything she does turns blue
And always on the best days, I have to say
I love you so, I have to say
I will paint all those hearts for you
Paint those hearts for you
Grab your paints, take my hand, and we can, fly away to Spain
Darken skies, close your eyes, and we can, kiss under the Summer rain
Just because, I have lost, it doesn’t, mean that I won’t love again
And I belong
In your arms
And always on bad days
Everything she does turns blue
And always on good days, I have to say
I love you so, I have to say
I will paint all those hearts for you
Paint those hearts for you
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3. |
Beatnik Song
02:46
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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 turtleneck 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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4. |
Bluegirl
03:28
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Don’t be blue, girl
I will understand, if you don’t take my hand again
Don’t be blue girl
Everybody knows, that feelings often grow
It takes so much to show them, then you open up your heart and let them go
You let them go
Don’t be blue, girl …
I will listen to, your dreams and all your nightmares too
Don’t be blue, girl
Everybody sees, your sensitivity
It means so much to me and I will open up my heart and let you in
And let you in
You’re not alone when you know there’s always room in my home
You’re not alone when you know you have a place in my soul
Don’t be blue, girl,
I will understand, if you don’t take my hand again
Don’t be blue, girl
Everybody knows … that feelings often grow
It takes so much to show them, then you open up your heart and let them go
You let them go
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5. |
Stop the Cavalcades
04:42
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I like your style
But your poetry sucks
I like your smile
But you’re out of luck
I read your books
I don’t like your looks
Your hair’s too long
I don’t like your songs
If you don’t love me please let me go
If you don’t look now you’ll never know
You’re a pleasure girl in your l-shaped room
You’re a go-between but you came too soon
I like your touch
But you hate too much
You think you’re cool
But you’re just a fool
If only others could see
You’re not impressing me
Am I the only one
Who doesn’t like your songs
If you don’t love me, please let me go
If you don’t look now, you’ll never know
It’s a lovely war but who’s the lucky man
You can beat my guest, if you can
And when the best laid plans still fail
Keep searching for your holy grail
If you don’t love me, please let me go
If you don’t look now, you’ll never know
You’re a pleasure girl in your l-shaped room
You’re a go-between but you came too soon
You’re a go-between but you came too soon
You’re a go-between but you came too soon
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6. |
The First Day of School
03:14
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Every day 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
Every day is like a birthday parade
It rained and rained and rained
All day
Every day is like the last kiss goodnight
I cried and cried and cried
Holding tight
And I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
And when it all goes wrong
You’ll find me laughing now
I miss you
I miss you
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7. |
Happy
04:02
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If I could lie between your legs
And rest my head upon your breast
Then I would die happy
If I could lie upon your bed
For one last time and feel your breath
Then I would die happy
And I just want to die happy
If I could say your name once more
I know you’d be worth fighting for
Then I would die happy
I want your arms around my neck
Taste your kiss and smell your sweat
Then I would die happy
And I just want to die happy
I’ve got it all worked out, to save me
From a fate much worse than this
I’ve got it all planned out, to reach you
With one last kiss …
And I just want to die happy
And I just want to die happy
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8. |
Astronaut
03:38
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If I was an astronaut I couldn’t
Fly up to the moon for you
And if I was Superman I couldn’t
Catch a flying bullet for you
If I was Cupid’s arrow, I
Wouldn’t fly straight for you
And if I could beg or borrow, I
Couldn’t steal your heart from you
And I’m sure enough
I’m not good enough, for you
And I’m sure enough
It’s true
If I was a politician, I
Couldn’t tell a lie for you
If I believed in superstition
Fortuna wouldn’t shine on you
If I was a shooting star, I
Couldn’t burn so bright for you
All I’ve got’s this old guitar and
A song I tried to write for you
And I’m sure enough
I’m not good enough, for you
And I’m sure enough
It’s true
No, I’m not good enough for you
When your brown eyes reflect in my pale blue
Did you think I wrote this song for you
Well, it’s good enough
it’s good enough for anyone but you
And I’m sure enough
I’m not good enough, for you
And I’m sure enough
It’s true
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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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