matt
07-12-2006, 08:22 PM
Seems that we're clogging up the favourite lyrics thread with our obsession, so I thought we'd have a little thread of our own and keep out of everybody's way!!
Here's a couple to get us started:
BAD OLD WORLD
(Sullivan) 1992
Dear Justin, I know it's been a long time
Remember all those nights we spent sitting up talking in your front room
About leaving this worn out world and starting again far away in a better place
Well that's where I am now - but still thinking about you
Ch: I'm never going back there
I'm never going back to the bad old world
I was travelling with Laurel way up on the north coast
She's got family living up here in a nearby town
We found a piece of land that looks out towards
the north sea islands across the bay
And the sun is shining on the water today as I look out of our front door
Ch: I'm never going back there
I'm never going back to the bad old world
Are you still scared of the future? Well, that doesn't surprise me
You could come up and stay here a while, back off from the killing wheel
I used to think it was me who'd somehow sold out
or given in on some almighty cause,
But what difference would it make? It feels good to be out here.
Ch: I'm never going back there
I'm never going back to the bad old world
INHERITANCE
(Sullivan/Heaton) 1988
Mother, Father, I'm doing OK
On the other side of the country, far away
And though I know the things that you want to hear me say
Sometimes these things are hard
Mother, Father, I am your son
Right down to the long thin pointed face
And this muddled up and twisted tongue
And now I find that I'm doing
All those things you would have done
Sometimes these things are hard
Ch: So do I thank you? Do I curse you?
These tracks stretch out before me - the ones you left behind
What I want and what I feel - it's yours, yours, not mine
Mother, Father, all those battles that have been
And the long, long silences that lay in between
Please don't try to tell me all those were in vain
Sometimes these things are hard
We line up at the wedding in rows of deep set eyes
In our finest formal dresses and proper suits and ties
Like a family of Munsters in a really bad disguise
Ch: So do I thank you? Do I curse you?
These tracks stretch out before me - the ones you left behind
What I want and what I feel - it's yours, yours, not mine
Here's a couple to get us started:
BAD OLD WORLD
(Sullivan) 1992
Dear Justin, I know it's been a long time
Remember all those nights we spent sitting up talking in your front room
About leaving this worn out world and starting again far away in a better place
Well that's where I am now - but still thinking about you
Ch: I'm never going back there
I'm never going back to the bad old world
I was travelling with Laurel way up on the north coast
She's got family living up here in a nearby town
We found a piece of land that looks out towards
the north sea islands across the bay
And the sun is shining on the water today as I look out of our front door
Ch: I'm never going back there
I'm never going back to the bad old world
Are you still scared of the future? Well, that doesn't surprise me
You could come up and stay here a while, back off from the killing wheel
I used to think it was me who'd somehow sold out
or given in on some almighty cause,
But what difference would it make? It feels good to be out here.
Ch: I'm never going back there
I'm never going back to the bad old world
INHERITANCE
(Sullivan/Heaton) 1988
Mother, Father, I'm doing OK
On the other side of the country, far away
And though I know the things that you want to hear me say
Sometimes these things are hard
Mother, Father, I am your son
Right down to the long thin pointed face
And this muddled up and twisted tongue
And now I find that I'm doing
All those things you would have done
Sometimes these things are hard
Ch: So do I thank you? Do I curse you?
These tracks stretch out before me - the ones you left behind
What I want and what I feel - it's yours, yours, not mine
Mother, Father, all those battles that have been
And the long, long silences that lay in between
Please don't try to tell me all those were in vain
Sometimes these things are hard
We line up at the wedding in rows of deep set eyes
In our finest formal dresses and proper suits and ties
Like a family of Munsters in a really bad disguise
Ch: So do I thank you? Do I curse you?
These tracks stretch out before me - the ones you left behind
What I want and what I feel - it's yours, yours, not mine