Blur

Give me good times Give me saliva Give me fever I′m a believer Give me insane Give me space brain Give me music, give me love Abandon us in love Give me good times (I want to be with you...) There are no joke rhymes (I don′t know what to do...) Give

Put away my black book Throw it on the fire Getting out the side door You are my one desire Baby when you hold me I feel see you're everything Baby when you touch me I need nothing no more Put away my black book Put in on the fire Don't give up on me

[ti:End Of A Century] [ar:blur] [al:PARKLIFE] [offset:0] [00:09.22]She said there's ants in the carpet [00:12.34]Dirty little monsters [00:15.35]Eating all the morsels [00:18.22]Picking up the rubbish [00:21.28]Give her effervescence [00:24.16]She ne

Do you feel like a chain-store practically flored One of many zeros kicked around bored Your ears are full, but you're empty holding out your heart to people who never really care how you are So give me coffee and TV Peacefully I've seen so much, I'm

Chorus: Don't bomb when you're the bomb, don't bomb Don't bomb when you're the bomb, bomb, bo-bo-bo-bomb (x2) Repeat chorus (x2) 专辑:Don't Bomb When You Are The Bomb 歌手:Blur 歌曲:Don't Bomb When You're The Bomb

Gary Golf stops all the clocks With night nurse slippers and socks He tries to keep his thoughts clean By washing with Listerine A little peck on the cheek In dazzed pyjamas and sheets Keep the light on I'm not tired I want to read my Dick Francis Di

Holy man tiptoed his way across the ganges The sound of magic music in his ears Videoed by a bus load of tourists Shiny shellsuits on, and drinking lemonade. Now, Ive got a funny feeling which I bought mail order From a man in a tee-pee, california.

Going into business An agreement of your bombast You'd love my bed You took the other instead But don't you feel low I was being oblique And you'd love my bed You got the other instead What do you owe me? The price of your piece of mind You'd love my

Sorry But I don't understand The things you say They make no sense at all Funny But I think that you mean them all This time Don't you I know that you think I'm a fool But couldn't you try To forgive a fool One more time Sorry But I'm not really list

He's a twentieth century boy, With his hands on the rails. Trying not to be sick again And holding on for tomorrow. London ice cracks on a seamless line, He's hanging on for dear life. And so we hold each other tightly, And hold on for tomorrow. (Cho

Blur - Magic America by realzw Bill Barrat has a simple dream He calls it his Plan B. Where there are buildings in the sky and the air is sugar free and everyone's very friendly. Well, Plan B arrived on a holiday. He took a cab to the shopping malls,

This is my work place And these are the people I work with Yuko and Hiro We work together We work for the company That looks to the future We work hard to please them They will protect us Chorus: I never see you We're never together I'll love you for

One night, half a dozen tourists met together in Trafalgar Square A fourth nights tour on the continent was planned And each had his portmento in his hand Down the Rhine they ment to have a picnic to Joan siad I must decline The boys are being advise

She calls me on the phone Just when I was low, feeling short of stable And all that she intends And all she keeps inside, isn't on the label She says she's ashamed And she can take me for a while And can I be a friend, we'll forget the past But maybe

[ti:For Tomorrow] [ar:blur] [al:All the People... Blur Live In] [offset:0] [00:18.76] [00:00.45]Made By Boki [00:00.95]He's a twentieth century boy [00:04.83]With his hands on the rails [00:09.76]Trying not to be sick again [00:14.95]And holding on f

The weekend is back, But so is he. Head to the floodlights, See the fraternity. They're waiting. I hear them up in the north. Down in the south. All that is spewing, Spewing out of his mouth. Entertain me! Entertain me! Entertain me! Entertain me...

What have you got Mass produced in somewhere hot You'll have to go on the underground To get things done here (And then you have to see) If you need a yellow duck service done This is the place to come to Or well it was Another hot spot uh oh Crossin

Inertia - Blur Fear of being left behind Can take you over Suddenly you will choke Maybe it's just a joke I'm not sure of you I can't hear you now There's too much that's going around You seem a worried fool So don't think I'm cool Makes me me unsure

Your man is always flaming He's hitting his head against the wall He do it to you He do it again, He knows to do I've always found you complicated A boy tried to shut you up I do what I do I do it again, Again, Again Chorus: And I'd like you to know

I pump poison Into my body To forget That I am me It feels good Wonderful I forget I have feelings at all You＇re dizzy I floated up Fifteen miles high Stuck my head through All the holes in our sky I looked out across the universe And thought of you