You never alter, you're always you Everything's breaking, but I don't care Smash the rest up, burn it down Put us in the corner 'cause we're into ideas
Take these edges, they're inside out No one will notice, they're looking elsewhere We can be honest, we call it off We've got the choice if it all goes wrong
We walk We walk We walk We walk
You see the changes in things that come It's how you deal with it when switching off Make a decision, a precondition We've got the choice if it all goes wrong
We walk We walk We walk We walk
Where nothing makes you feel good...
We've got the choice if it all goes wrong We walk We walk (if it all goes wrong) We walk We walk (if it all goes wrong)
We walk We walk (it makes you feel good, it makes you feel god) We walk We walk (when it all goes wrong)
Dirty Pretty Things - Tired of England | 31 décembre 2008
(2008 / Romance At Short Notice)
How can they be tired of England? They'll never know the England that we know Never know where the ones with the dreams go, no Never notice the skies with their eyes down low
We'll never be tired of England United in rain in the cities To channel the pain and the pity's woe To carry them back to the place below
With the blues, the greys, the green, the brown, To lonely nights uptown Don't let them bring you down Lonely nights uptown Don't let them bring us down, no
How can they be tired of London? The sense in the air on a warm day Generation of hope that sees better days But moving along in the same old ways
We'll never be tired of London From Clerkenwell into the city The state of the roofs is a pity though Generations all cramped with their kids in tow
With the blues, the greys, the green, the brown, To lonely nights uptown Don't let them bring you down Lonely nights uptown Don't let them bring us down, no
While the Queen of England sits on her throne Off bingo cards and chicken bones
Don't drink yourself to a lonely death In casinos on crystal meth Don't drink yourself to a lonely death In casinos on crystal meth
So sing your song of Banbury Cross Don't breathe a word about your loss Don't trust Old Nick to fall on dawn Half sized cars and top shelf porn
How can they be tired of England? How can they be tired of England? How can they be tired of England? How can they be tired of England?
Jimmy won't you please come home Where the grass is green and the buffaloes roam Come see Jimmy your uncle Jim, your auntie Jimmie and your cousin Jim Come home Jimmy because you need a bath And your grandpa Jimmy is still gone daft
Now there's buffalo Jim and buffalo Jim And Jim buffalo now didn't you know Jim Jim Jimmy its your last cigarette But there's buffalo piss and it's all kind of wet Jambo Jimmy you'd better hold your nose All roads lead to roam with the buffaloes
And the Buffaloes used to say be proud of your name The Buffaloes used to say be what you are The Buffaloes used to say roam where you roam The Buffaloes used to say do what you do
Hey you've gotta have a wash but you can't clean your name You're now called Jimmy you'll be Jimmy just the same The keys are in a bag in a chest by the door One of Jimmy's friends has taken the floor Jimmy won't you please come home Where the grass is green and the buffaloes roam Dear old Jimmy you've forgotten you're young But you can't ignore the buffalo song
And the Buffaloes used to say be proud of your name The Buffaloes used to say be what you are The Buffaloes used to say roam where you roam The Buffaloes used to say do what you do If you remember you're unkown
The Cinematic Orchestra feat. Patrick Watson - To Build A Home | 13 décembre 2008
(2007 / Ma Fleur / Bande originale du film Les Ailes Pourpres)
There is a house built out of stone Wooden floors, walls and window sills Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust This is a place where I don't feel alone This is a place where I feel at home
Cause, I built a home For you For me
Until it disappeared From me From you
And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust
Out in the garden where we planted the seeds There is a tree as old as me By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down I held on as tightly as you held onto me I held on as tightly as you held onto me