Blur

I remember thinking murder in the car Watching dogs somersault through sprinklers on tiny lawns I remember the graffiti We are your children coming in with spray cans of paint I remember the sunsets and the plains of cement And the way the night just

Battle, battle, battle, battle, battle Battle someone, who Battle, battle, battle Battle someone, who Completion search Here I love the bow See it all come down to Adorn myself It's a new song glory Doesn't seem, what you think of now Battle, battle,

blur - caravan caravan is lost to the sun and the dust no-one loves you when you are lost yeah ive been a clown pulling my whole world down i believe i was strong but you are the one and when it comes youll feel the weight of it the weight of it the

Jets are like comets at sunset Jets are like comets at sunset Jets are like comets at sunset Jets are like comets at sunset Jets are like comets at sunset Jets are like comets at sunset Jets are like comets at sunset Jets are like comets at sunset Je

Friday's child is planning to go out for the first time Says Don't worry Mum I won't be out that late Done me playing those passive games right now They're out of date You're awfully sweet Haven't got the time Growing up so fast Got better things to

I got no style I'll take my time All those losers on the piss again I dose dose away That's just the way it is That's just the way it is I've got trimm trabb Like the flash boys have And I can't go back Let it flow, let it flow I sleep alone I sleep

Advert Blur modern life is rubbish 拉登快跑 Advert blur 整理:拉登快跑 Food processors are great! It's six o'clock on the dot and I'm half way home I feel foul mouthed as I stand and wait for the underground And a nervous disposition doesn't agree with this I n

"Girls And Boys" Street's like a jungle So call the police Following the herd Down to Greece On holiday Love in the 90's Is paranoid On sunny beaches Take your chances looking for [Chorus] GIRLS WHO ARE BOYS WHO LIKE BOYS TO BE GIRLS WHO DO BOYS

blur - crazy beat crazy beat crazy beat yeah yeah yeah crazy beat crazy beat crazy beat... you got to get it together youre shooting at me youre just a teenage industry why are the c.i.a. having fun they think youre clever cos youve blown up your lun

Sunday sunday here again in tidy attire You read the colour supplement The TV guide You dream of protein on a plate Regret you left it quite so late To gather the family around the table To eat enough to sleep Oh the Sunday sleep Sunday sunday here a

The pay-me girl has had enough of the bleeps So she takes the bus into the country Although she got herself rosy cheeks She didn't leave enough money to pay the rent The landlord says that she's out in a week What a shame she was just getting comfy N

Lead in me and me in water, Dangling in my world I swallowed too much oily water, now it's slipping down my spine In a sense of self in decline, growing fat on sound It's only an early morning dream, and the whole world will be alright (CHORUS) My he

I'm falling out, out of love, again; and again. Am I still going to run away? You came by and said today: I'm sorry but it's got to be, just this way, just this way, 'til tomorrow. I'm falling out, out of love, again; and again. I'm falling out, out

There are too many of us That's plain to see We all believe in praying For our immortality We pose this question to our children That calls them all to stray And live in tiny houses Of the same mistakes we made 'Cos there are too many of us In tiny h

(Tracy Jacks) works in civil service (Tracy Jacks) it's steady employment (Tracy Jacks) is a golfing fanatic (Tracy Jacks) but his putt is erratic (Tracy Jacks) saw a Harley Street doctor (Tracy Jacks) who prescribed healthy living (Tracy Jacks) but

I gotta get over I gotta get over I gotta get better I'm with you forever I gotta find genius (Caramel) I gotta get better (Caramel) I gotta stop smoking (Caramel) I gotta get better (Caramel, Caramel) -do doo do do doo- Where's the magic I gotta get

Blur Beard (Instrumental) 专辑:Parklife 歌手:Blur 歌曲:Beard

The death of the party Came as no surprise Why did we bother? Should have stayed away Another night And I thought "Well, well" Go to another party and hang myself Gently on the shelf The death of the teenager Standing on his own Why did he bothe

Blue Jeans Blur Air cushioned soles I bought them on the Portbello Road on a Saturday I stop and stare awhile A common pastime when conversation goes astray And don't think I'm walking out of this She don't mind Whatever I say, whatever I say I don't

All I want to be Is washed out by the sea No Death Star over me Won't give me any peace All I want is light relief Put the crazies on the street Give them guns and feed them meat They'll shoot the Death Star down Dig a hole and put it down A thousand