Gemma Filmography

• Dumping Dave (2011)

Gemma Filmography

• The Modernista (2003)

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• IN THE CITY - Jam
• Get Yourself Together - Jam
• IT'S TOO BAD - Jam
• IN THE CROWD - Jam
• THE BUTTERFLY COLLECTOR - Jam
• Ghosts - Jam
• LONDON GIRL - Jam
• LIFE FROM A WINDOW - Jam
• In The Street Todaydavid Waller - Jam
• In The Midnight Hour - Jam
• I NEED YOU (FOR SOMEONE) - Jam
• HEY MISTER - Jam
• HERE COMES THE WEEKEND - Jam
• Happy Together - Jam
• SCRAPE AWAY - Jam
• Precious - Jam
• LIZA RADLEY (extras version) - Jam
• LITTLE BOY SOLDIERS - Jam
• PRIVATE HELL - Jam
• PRETTY GREEN - Jam
• I'VE CHANGED MY ADDRESS - Jam
• The Gift - Jam
• Nonstop Dancing - Jam
• MAN IN THE CORNER SHOP - Jam
• Place I Love - Jam
• That's Entertainment - Jam
• Heatwave - Jam
• Monday - Jam
• Mr. Clean - Jam
• News Of The World Bruce Foxton - Jam
• WE'VE ONLY STARTED - Jam
• Start - Jam
• TAKIN' MY LOVE - Jam
• THE COMBINE - Jam
• STANDARDS - Jam
• SET THE HOUSE ABLAZE - Jam
• SMITHERS-JONES - Jam
• SOUNDS FROM THE STREET - Jam
• THE ETON RIFLES - Jam
• Shopping - Jam
• SATURDAY'S KIDS - Jam
• Slow Down - Jam
• TONIGHT AT NOON - Jam
• Wasteland - Jam
• TIME FOR TRUTH - Jam
• THE MODERN WORLD - Jam
• The Bitterest Pill - Jam
• Smither Jones - Jam
• Fly - Jam
• Funeral Pyre - Jam

In the city there's a thousand things I wanna say to you
But whenever I approach you, you make me look a fool
I wanna say
I wanna tell you
About the young ideas
but you turn them into fears
In the city there's a thousand faces
all shining bright
And those golden faces are under 25
They wanna say
They're gonna tell you
About the young idea
You better listen now you've said your bit
And I know what you're thinking,
You still think I am crap
But you better listen man,
Cos the kids know where it's at
In the city there's a thousan men in uniforms
And I've heard they now have the right to kill a man
We wanna say, we gonna tell ya
About the young idea
And if it dont work, at least we'll say weve tried
In the city, in the city

You say that you miss him
I can tell by the way you kiss him
Get yourself together
And you'll be alright
You say that you love him
Now he's gone so please forget him
Get yourself together
And you'll be alright
I'm just like you so take my lead
You see me as a friend but I'm a friend in need
Get yourself together
And you'll be alright
So if you feel that you need me
I'm here beside you can't you see me?
Get yourself together
And you'll be alright
Get yourself together

All we seem to do is talk about it
We always end up shouting about it
There was a time when we could overcome it
But it's too late to say we'll just forget it
It's too bad that we had to break up
And too much said for us to ever make up
I could get by if I could just forget you
But things remind me and I feel so sad now
Same old feeling every time I see you
And every avenue I walk I'm behind you
Your back is turned and your eyes are closed girl
You move in circles that are out of my reach now
I could say I'm sorry
But it's not the point is it?
You want to play your games and
You don't mind if I get high
It's too bad that we had to break up
And too much said for us to ever make up
I could get by if I could just forget you
But things remind me and I feel so sad now
(It's too bad)
All we seem to do is talk about it
(It's too bad)
We always end up shouting about it
(It's too bad)
All we seem to do is talk about it
(It's too bad)
We always end up shouting about it
(It's too bad)
All we seem to do is talk about it
(It's too bad)
We always end up shouting about it

IN THE CROWD - Paul Weller
When I'm in the crowd, I don't see anything
My mind goes a blank, in the humid sunshine
when I'm in the crowd I don't see anything
I fall into a trance, at the supermarket
The noise flows me along, as I catch falling cans,
of baked beans on toast, technology is the most.
and everyone seems just like me,
they struggle hard to set themselves free
and their waiting for the change
When I'm in the crowd, I can't remember my name
and my only link is pots of Wall's ice cream
when I'm in the crowd - I don't see anything
Sometimes I think that it's a plot,
an equilibrium melting pot,
The government sponsors underhand,
When I'm in the crowd
When I'm in the crowd
When I'm in the crowd
And everyone seems that they're acting a dream,
'cause they're just not thinking about each other
and they're taking orders, which are media spawned
and they should know better, now you have been warned
and don't forget you saw it here first
When I'm in the crowd
When I'm in the crowd
When I'm in the crowd
And life just simply moves along
in simple houses, simple jobs
and no ones wanting for the change
When I'm in the crowd
When I'm in the crowd
When I'm in the crowd
MR. CLEAN - Paul Weller
Daylight dawns, you wake up and yawn - Mr. Clean -
A piece of toast from the one you love most - and you leave -
You get the bus in the 8 o'clock rush,
And catch your train in the morning rain -
Mr. Clean - Mr. Clean -
If you see me in the street - look away -
Cause I don't ever want to catch you looking at me -
Mr. Clean -
Cause I hate you and your wife,
And if I get the chance, I'll fuck up your life!
Mr. Clean -
IS THAT SEEN!
Surround yourself with dreams, of pretty young girls,
and anyone you want, but -
please don't forget me or any of my kind,
cause I'll make you think again,
When I stick your face in the grind -
Getting pissed at the annual office do -
Smart blue suit and you went to Cambridge too -
You miss page 3, but the Times is right for you -
And mum and dad are very proud of you -
Mr. Clean -
IT'S TOO BAD - Paul Weller
All we seem to do is talk about it
we always end up shouting about it
there was a time we could overcome it
But it's too late to say we'll just forget it
It's too bad that we had to break up
and too much said for us to ever make up
I could get by if I could just forget you
but things remind me and I feel so sad now
I could say I'm sorry
but it's not the point is it?
you want to play your games and
you don't mind if I get hurt.
Same old feeling everytime I see you
and every avenue I walk I'm behind you
your back is turned and your eyes are closed girl
you move in circles that are out of my reach now.
FLY - Paul Weller
The way that sunlight flits across your skirt,
makes me feel I'm from another world,
To touch your face in the morning light
I hope you're always gonna be around.
The times I struggle to understand why,
The ancient proverbs like "Who am I?"
"Why am I here" and "What have I done?"
I see the answer's place my trust in you.
Trust in you love, be with me then
That's when I want you, that's when I need you the most.
I want us to be like Peter Pan,
But dreams it seems are weightless as sand,
And man's supposedly is made of sand,
It seems that man cannot survive at all.
Let's disappear love, let's fly away,
Into the demi-monde, into the twilight zone.
The times inside I spent screaming at you,
Release me please from this mortal jail,
One shrug or smile can determine my fate,
I'm lost for days and have myself to blame.
Something I'm giving, is yours for the taking,
Something like sunlight, Love is a spotlight,
Love is all sorrow, still I'll meet you tomorrow
And look forward to see you, now I can't live without you.
BUT I'M DIFFERENT NOW - Paul Weller
Picked you up and let you down and
I never said a word -
But I'm different now and I'm glad that you're my girl
Mess you 'round and upset you - I hurt you most of all -
But I'm different now and I'm glad that you're my girl
Fun lasts for seconds, love lasts for days but
But you can't have both -
And I'm different now but I'm glad that you're my girl
Because I know I done some things
That I should never have done

So you finally got what you wanted
You've achieved your aim by making the walking lame
And when you just can't get any higher
You use your senses to suss out this week's climber
And the small fame that you've acquired
Has brought you into cult status
But to me you're still a collector
There's tarts and whores but you're much more
You're a different kind 'cause you want their minds
And you just don't care 'cause you've got no pride
It's just that face on your pillowcase that thrills you
And you started looking much older
And your fashion sense is second rate like your perfume
But to you in your little dream world
You're still the queen of the butterfly collectors
As you carry on 'cause it's all you know
You can't light a fire, you can't cook or sew
You get from day to day by filling your head
But you surely must know the appeal between your legs
Has worn off
And I don't care about morals
'Cause the world's insane and we're all to blame anyway
And I don't feel any sorrow
Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors
There's tarts and whores but you're much more
You're a different kind 'cause you want their minds
And you just don't care 'cause you've got no pride
It's just that face on your pillowcase that thrills you
You carry on 'cause it's all you know
You can't light a fire, you can't cook or sew
You get from day to day by filling your head
But you surely must know the appeal between your legs
Has worn off
And I don't feel any sorrow

Why are you frightened
Can't you see that it's you?
That ain't no ghost
It's a reflection of you
Why do you turn away
An' keep it out of sight?
Oh, don't live up to your given roles
There's more inside you
That you won't show
But you keep it hidden
Just like everyone
You're scared to show you care
It'll make you vulnerable
So you wear that ghost
Around you for disguise
But there's no need just
'Cos it's all we've known
There's more inside you
That you haven't shown
So keep on moving, moving
Moving your feet
Keep on s-s-shuffling
To this ghost dance beat
Just keep on walking down
Never ending streets
One day you'll walk
Right out of this life
And then you'll wonder
Why you didn't try
To spread some loving all around
Old fashioned causes like that still stand
Gotta rid this prejudice that ties you down
How do you feel at the end of the day?
Just like you've walked over your own grave
So why are you frightened
Can't you see that it's you?
At the moment there's nothing
So there's nothing to lose
Lift up your lonely heart

Do you know what you're looking for?
Streets of gold, fame and fortune?
You didn't fancy working in a factory
But your Mum and Dad didn't agree.
You slept in Waterloo Station at first
But now you've moved to a posher squat
You wonder where your next meal will come from
Still, it's better than living at home.
You're looking tired 'cause it's been three weeks
Since you changed your clothes or washed your feet
But you're learning fast all the time
How to cadge cigarettes and pills.
I don't condemn what you've done
I know what it is to be young
You're only searching for toaday
To see the answers about yesterday.

LIFE FROM A WINDOW - Paul Weller
Looking from a hill top, watching from a lighthouse,
Just dreaming
Up here I can see the world,
Ooh, sometimes it don't look nice - that's OK
Life from a window, I'm just taking in the view
Life from a window, observing everything around you
Staring at a grey sky, try to paint it blue,
teenage blue
Some people that you see around you, tell you how devoted they are
They tell you something on Sunday, but come Monday they've
changed their minds
I'm looking from a skyscraper
I'm standing on the Post Office tower -

IN THE STREET, TODAY - Paul Weller/David Waller
In the street today
Murder on the terraces,
Fools in high places,
It's all so sickening -
And we're so satisfied
In the street, tonight
Hate on every pavement
Paranoia on shop doorways
The kids want some action -
And who can fucking blame them now?

I'm gonna wait 'til the midnight hour
That's when my love comes tumbling down
I'm gonna wait 'til the midnight hour
That's when there's no one else around
I'm gonna take you, gonna hold you
Do all the things I told ya
Midnight hour, oh baby
I'm gonna wait 'til the stars come out
And see the sweet look in your eyes
I'm gonna wait 'til the midnight hour
That's when my love begins to shine
Well you're the only girl I know
Who really loves me so
Midnight hour, oh yeah
I'm gonna wait 'til the midnight hour
That's when my love comes tumbling down
I'm gonna wait 'til the midnight hour
That's when there's no one else around
I'm gonna take you, gonna hold you
Do all the things I told ya
Midnight hour, oh baby

I NEED YOU (FOR SOMEONE) - Paul Weller
I need you to keep me straight
When the world don't seem so great
And it's hard enough you know
I need you to be around
When my conscience brings me down
And the world feels so obscure
I want you to be the one
Who tells me off when I do wrong
And you know I can be bad
I need you, I need you
Say you'll stay, make my day
Now what have I done?
Was it something I said? Oh dear
I need you to turn me off
When you think I've said enough
To the extent of being a bore
I need you to tell me no -
Slap my wrists and send me home
Tell me I can't come again
Now why are you crying?

Because it's real you think it's a joke
Because it's on your doorstep you have to have a poke
At someone
It's only a cliche because it's all true
Time after time it happens through and through
To a new generation
You're just so smug in your elected seat
You've got your papers sorted out
But you can't find your feet
Well, I'm not surprised
Hey mister, with your head in the clouds
You can't see further than the shillings and pounds
The things that you say don't mean nothing anymore
You have no control they've broken down all the doors
And the only way that you'll fix them up is another war
If you think I'm gonna die in a financial war
You've got another thing coming and
And what's more there's lots like me
You juggle lives around with the stroke of a pen
But we've paid to see that move
And now we won't pay again
The cost is too high
Hey mister, your smiles been erased
You can't understand why we're losing face
Perhaps it's the promises that you never kept

If we tell you that you've got two days to live
Then don't complain, 'cause that's one more than you'd get in Zaire
So don't hang around and be foolish
Do something constructive with your weekend
From Monday morning I work for Friday nights
Collect my wages, then try to paint on the smell of soap
'Cause tonight I get ready early
Score what I need and go pick a girl up
It seems like ages since we had some fun
Here comes the weekend, I get to see the girls
Long live the weekend, the weekend is here
(The weekend starts here)
Everything feels right now
I know why I'm alive now
Everything else is a lie now
Now I know why I'm here
Here comes the weekend, I'm gonna do my head

Thought that I would forget you?
Heaven knows that's not my style
And that I would let you walk away
Without at least goodbye
You shouldn't let those
Feelings fool you
You shouldn't let those
Feelings get you down
We're happy together now
Feeling you close to me, baby
Happy till the end of time
We're happy together now
Feeling you close to me, baby
Happy till the end of time
We're happy together
Happy together
Thought that I was a devil?
But I'm an angel waiting for my wings
And I was out to hurt you?
But I've no wish to ever cause you pain
'Cause there's enough
In this world of sorrow
I've no wish to add
Some more to it
We're happy together now
Feeling you close to me, baby
Happy till the end of time
We're happy together now
Feeling you close to me, baby
Happy till the end of time
We're happy together
Happy together
I don't hear a symphony
All I hear is the beating
Of what I'm trying to say
Is you're my only
We're happy together now
Feeling you close to me, baby
Happy till the end of time
We're happy together now
Feeling you close to me, baby
Happy till the end of time
We're happy together

SCRAPE AWAY - Paul Weller
Your twisted cynicism - makes me feel sick -
Your open disgust for 'idealistic naive'
You've given up hope - you're jaded and ill
The trouble is your thoughts a catching disease.
Oh - you need to get away
Oh - you need a change of pace
Because you're all dried up and you don't believe
You reckon I'm dreaming when I say I still feel real,
You say you work for yourself and it's the only way
But I look at you talking and to me you just scrape away -
What makes once young minds get in this state,
Is it age or just the social climate?
You're talking like some fucking hardened MP
You're saying power's all
And it's power you NEED!
Oh - you need to get away
Oh - you need a change of pace
Because you've given up on hope -
You're emotionless -
You've no need for love it's just hate, hate, hate.
But I look at you shaking and it is you -
Who is scraping away.
You who is scraping away..
SMITHER-JONES - Bruce Foxton
Here we go again, it's Monday at last,
He's heading for the Waterloo line.
To catch the 8am fast, its usually dead on time,
Hope it isn't late, got to be there by nine.
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie,
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones'
'How's the wife and home?'
'Did you get the car you've been looking for?' (repeat)
Let me get inside, let me take control of you,
We could have some good times,
All this worry will get you down,
I'll give you a new meaning to life - I don't think so.
Sitting on the train, you're nearly there
You're a part of the production line,
You're the same as him, you're like tin-sardines,
Get out of the pack, before they peel you back.
Arrive at the office, spot on time,
The clock on the wall hasn't yet struck nine.
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones',
'The boss wants to see you alone'.
'I hope its the promotion you've been looking for' (repeat)
'Come in Smithers old boy'
'Take a seat, take the weight off your feet'.
'I've some news to tell you'
'There's no longer a position for you' -
'Sorry Smithers-Jones'.
Put on the kettle to make some tea
It's all a part of feeling groovy
Put on your slippers turn on the TV
It's all a part of feeling groovy
It's time to relax now you've worked your arse off
But the only one smilin' is the sun tanned boss
Work and work and work and work til you die
Cause there's plenty more fish in the sea to fry.
LITTLE BOY SOLDIERS - Paul Weller
Its funny how you never knew what my name was,
Our only contact was a form for the election.
These days I find that you don't listen,
These days I find that we're out of touch,
These days I find that I'm too busy,
So why the attention now you want my assistance -
what have you done for me?
You've gone and got yourself in trouble,
Now you want me to help you out.
These days I find that I can't be bothered,
These days I find that its all too much,
To pick up a gun and shoot a stranger,
But I've got no choice so here I come - war games.
I'm up on the hills playing little boy soldiers,
Reconnaissance duty up at 5:30.
Shoot shoot shoot and kill the natives,
You're one of us and we love you for that.
Think of honour, Queen and country.
You're a blessed son of the British Empire,
God's on our side and so is Washington.
Come out on the hills with the little boy soldiers.
Come on outside - I'll sing you a lullabye,
And tell the tale of how goodness prevailed.
We ruled the world - we killed and robbed,
The fucking lot - but we don't feel bad.
It was done beneathe the flag of democracy,
You'll believe - and I do, yes I do - yes I do -
Yes I do -
These days I find that I can't be bothered,
To argue with them - well, what's the point?
Better to take your shots and drop down dead,
then they send you home in a pine overcoat.
With a letter to your mum

Your precious love that means so much
Will it ever stop or will I just lose touch?
What I want to say but my words just fail
Is that I need it so I can't help myself?
Like a hungry child, I just help myself
And when I'm all full up, I go out to play
But I don't mean to bleed you dry
Or take you over for the rest of your life
It's just that I need something solid in mine
Lonely as the moors on a winter's morning
Quiet as the sea on a good calm night
In your tranquil shadow, I try and follow
I hear your distant show clicks
To the midnight beat
I feel trapped in sorrow in this imagery

Liza Radley, see the girl with long hair
See her creeping 'cross summer lawns at midnight
And all the people in the town where we live say
She's not quite right
She don't fit in with a small town
They just can't understand why she's doesn't stay in hospital
In a darkened room it's for their lives only she cries
Liza Radley, see her jump through loneliness
Liza Radley, take me when you go
And as the people pass by, their heads in the air
On to with their life's, she records a lonely sigh
But no matter what they say, in her mind she knows
Their dream of life they won't never find
And all the people in the town where we live say
She's not quite right
She don't fit in with a small town
They just can't understand she's doesn't stay in hospital
In a darkened room it's for their lives only she cries
Liza Radley, I pledge myself to you alone
But she kissed my face and said
Love means nothing at all
She kissed my face and said

LITTLE BOY SOLDIERS - Paul Weller
Its funny how you never knew what my name was,
Our only contact was a form for the election.
These days I find that you don't listen,
These days I find that we're out of touch,
These days I find that I'm too busy,
So why the attention now you want my assistance -
what have you done for me?
You've gone and got yourself in trouble,
Now you want me to help you out.
These days I find that I can't be bothered,
These days I find that its all too much,
To pick up a gun and shoot a stranger,
But I've got no choice so here I come - war games.
I'm up on the hills playing little boy soldiers,
Reconnaissance duty up at 5:30.
Shoot shoot shoot and kill the natives,
You're one of us and we love you for that.
Think of honour, Queen and country.
You're a blessed son of the British Empire,
God's on our side and so is Washington.
Come out on the hills with the little boy soldiers.
Come on outside - I'll sing you a lullabye,
And tell the tale of how goodness prevailed.
We ruled the world - we killed and robbed,
The fucking lot - but we don't feel bad.
It was done beneathe the flag of democracy,
You'll believe - and I do, yes I do - yes I do -
Yes I do -
These days I find that I can't be bothered,
To argue with them - well, what's the point?
Better to take your shots and drop down dead,
then they send you home in a pine overcoat.
With a letter to your mum

Private Hell - Paul Weller
Closer than close - you see yourself -
A mirrored image - of what you wanted to be.
As each day goes by - a little more -
You can't remember - what it was you wanted anyway.
The fingers feel the lines - they prod the space -
Your aging face - the face that once was so beautiful,
is still there but unrecognizable -
Private Hell.
The man who you once loved - is bald and fat -
And seldom in - working late as usual.
Your interest has waned - you feel the strain -
The bed springs snap - on the occasions he lies upon you -
close your eyes and think of nothing but -
Private Hell.
Think of Emma - wonder what she's doing -
Her husband Terry - and your grandchildren.
Think of Edward - who's still at college -
You send him letters - which he doesn't acknowledge.
'Cause he don't care,
They don't care.
'Cause they're all going through their own - Private Hell.
The morning slips away - in a valium haze -
And catalogues - and numerous cups of coffee.
In the afternoon - the weekly food -
Is put in bags - as you float off down the high street.
The shop windows reflect - play a nameless host to a closet ghost
A picture of your fantasy - A victim of your misery and -
Private Hell.
Alone at 6 o'clock - you drop a cup -
You see it smash - inside you crack -
You can't go on - but you sweep it up -
Safe at last inside your Private Hell.
Sanity at last inside your Private Hell.
SATURDAYS KIDS - Paul Weller
Saturdays boys live life with insults,
Drink lots of beer and wait for half time results,
Afternoon tea in the lite-a-bite - chat up the girls - they dig it!
Saturdays girls work in Tesco's and Woolworths,
Wear cheap perfume 'cause its all they can afford,
Go to discos - they drink Babycham - talk to Jan - in bingo accents.
Saturdays kids play one arm bandits,
they never win but that's not the point is it?
Dip in silver paper when their pints go flat,
How about that - far out!
Their mums and dads smoke Capstan non filters,
Wallpaper lives 'cause they all die of cancer,
What goes on - what goes wrong.
Save up their money for a holiday,
To Selsey Bill or Bracklesham Bay,
Think about the future - when they'll settle down,
Marry the girl next door - with one on the way.
These are the real creatures that time has forgot,
Not given a thought - its the system -
Hate the system - what's the system?
Saturdays kids live in council houses,
Wear v-necked shirts and baggy trousers,
Drive Cortinas - fur trimmed dash boards,
Stains on the seats - in the back, of course!
THE ETON RIFLES - Paul Weller
Sup up your beer and collect your fags,
There's a row going on down near Slough,
Get out your mat and pray to the West,
I'll get out mine and pray for myself.
Thought you were smart when you took them on,
But you didn't take a peep in their artillery room,
All that rugby puts hairs on your chest,
What chance have you got against a tie and a crest.
Hello-Hurray - what a nice day - for the Eton Rifles
Hello-Hurray - I hope rain stops play - with the Eton Rifles.
Thought you were clever when you lit the fuse,
Tore down the House of Commons in your brand new shoes,
Composed a revolutionary symphony,
Then went to bed with a charming young thing.
Hello-Hurray - cheers then mate - its the Eton Rifles
Hello-Hurray - an extremist scrape - with the Eton Rifles.
What a catalyst you turned out to be,
Loaded the guns then you run on home for your tea.
Left me standing - like a guilty schoolboy.
We came out of it naturally the worst,
Beaten and bloody and I was sick down my shirt,
We were no match for their untamed wit,
Though some of the lads said they'll be back next week.
Hello-Hurray - there's a price to pay - to the Eton Rifles
Hello-Hurray - I'd prefer the plague - to the Eton Rifles (repeat)
PRECIOUS - Paul Weller
Your precious love - that means so much
will it ever stop - or will I just lose touch
What I want to say - but my words just fail
Is that I need it so - I can't help myself
Like a hungry child - I just help myself
And when I'm full up - I go out to play
But I don't mean to bleed you dry
Or take you over for the rest of your life
It's just that I need something solid in mine
Lonely as the moors on a winter's morning
Quiet as the sea on a cool calm night
In your tranquil shadow - I try and follow
I hear your distant show clicks
To the midnight beat -
I feel trapped in sorrow
In this imagery

PRETTY GREEN (Paul Weller)
I've got a pocket full of pretty green -
I'm gonna put it in the fruit machine -
I'm gonna put it in the juke box -
It's gonna play all the records in the hit parade -
This is the pretty green - this is society -
You can't do nothing - unless it's in the pocket - oh no -
I've got a pocket full of pretty green -
I'm gonna give it to the man behind the counter -
He's gonna give me food and water -
I'm gonna eat that and look for more -
And they didn't teach me that in school -
It's something that I learnt on my own -
That power is measured by the pound or the fist -
It's as clear as this oh -
I've got a pocket full of Pretty Green!
MONDAY (Paul Weller)
Rainclouds came and stole my thunder -
Left me barren like a desert
But a sunshine girl like you
It's worth going through -
I will never be embarrassed about love again.
Tortured winds that blew me over -
When I start to think that I'm something special
They tell me that I'm not -
And they're right and I'm glad and I'm not -
I will never be embarrassed about that again.
Oh baby I'm dreaming of Monday,
Oh baby will I see you again,
Oh baby I'm dreaming of Monday.
MAN IN THE CORNER SHOP (Paul Weller)
Puts up the closed sign does the man in the corner shop
Serves his last and says goodbye to him
He knows it is a hard life
But its nice to be your own boss really
Walks off home does the last customer
He is jealous of the man in the corner shop
He is sick of working at the factory
Says it must be nice to be your own boss (really)
Sells cigars to the boss from the factory
He is jealous is the man in the corner shop
He is sick of struggling so hard
He says - it must be nice to own a factory
Go to church do the people from the area
All shapes and classes sit and pray together
For here they are all one
For God created all men equal.
SET THE HOUSE ABLAZE (Paul Weller)
I was in the Pub last night
When a mutual friend of ours said
He'd seen you in the uniform.
Yeah the leather belt looks manly
The black boots butch
But oh what a bastard to get off.
Promises, promises
They offer real solutions
But hatred has never won for long.
And something you said set the house ablaze
You was so open minded
But by someone blinded
And now your sign says closed.
Promises, promises
They offer real solutions
But hatred has never won for long.
I think we've lost our perception -
I think we've lost sight of the goals we should be working for
I think we've lost our reason
We stumble blindly and that vision must be restored!
I wish that there was something
I could do about it
I wish that there was some way
I could try to fight it
Scream and shout it -
It is called indoctrination
And it happens on all levels
But it has nothing to do with equality
It has nothing to do with democracy
And though it professes to
It has nothing to do with humanity

I'VE CHANGED MY ADDRESS - Paul Weller
Knew the time to leave had come when you pointed out your ring
Never could see what was in this matrimonial thing
Baby baby baby you sure made a noise when I left
And your father started shouting lest you ironed a shirt 'for I left
Baby baby baby, I've changed my address
Didn't mean to make you cry, but I know its for the best
Baby baby baby, I've changed my address
It's OK being in love girl, but then fun is second best
Would have like to explain first but it was a split decision thing
Couldn't see me settling down with a mortgage and a kid
Now I hear that you're looking for me, combing every single inch
You'll probably find me in Hyde Park

Move, move, I've got the gift of life
Can't you see it in the twinkle of my eye
I can't stand up and I can't sit down
I gotta keep movin', I gotta keep movin'
All the time that gets wasted hating
Why don't you move together
And make your heart feel better
Groove, groove to the beat of this drum
Feel it in the wind and the warmth of the sun
Don't sit down and don't stand up
Keep on movin', keep on movin'
Think of the future and make it grow
Why don't you move together
And make your heart feel better
Take a pinch of white and pinch of black
Mix it together and make a movin' flavor
Take a pinch of white and pinch of black
Tell you move together
And make your heart feel better
Move, move, we got the gift of life
Go and shout it from your roof mountain top
Give it to me once and give it to me twice

NON-STOP DANCING - Paul Weller
Non-stop dancing, truly out on the floor
Non-stop moving, baby, baby
Still you scream out for more
We don't care if it rains or shines
Cause everything's fine inside, when we're dancing
Non-stop dancing
I said, non-stop loving, with my girl by my side
Everything's just cool, now baby, baby
She's the sweetest thing I know
I don't even mind guys trying to compete
I know our love's as strong as the beat, when we're dancing
Non-stop dancing
People say we're wasting our time
They don't seem to understand
Cause when you're dancing all night long
It gives you the feeling that you belong
Non-stop dancing, I'm truly out of my head
But I ain't sleepy, baby, baby
You see the dance is my bed
Things are really getting wild
The kids are screaming for that James Brown style, when we're
dancing

Puts up the closed sign does the man in the corner shop
Serves his last and says goodbye to him
He knows it is a hard life
But it's nice to be your own boss really
Walks off home does the last customer
He is jealous of the man in the corner shop
He is sick of working at the factory
Says it must be nice to be your own boss (really)
Sells cigars to the boss from the factory
He is jealous is the man in the corner shop
He is sick of struggling so hard
He says "It must be nice to own a factory"
Go to church do the people from the area
All shapes and classes sit and pray together
For here they are all one

THE PLACE I LOVE (Weller)
The place I love is a million miles away,
It's too far for the eye to see,
Still it's me at least, and you can't come there
No one is allowed at all,
Only animals that love, will always only, ever could be
And it's always at the back of my mind.
The place I love is overgrown now,
With beautiful moss and colourful flowers,
And goldfish that swim in a pool, there's a small brick wall,
With neon lighting controlled by lightning,
I'm making a stand against the world
There's those who would hurt us if they heard.
The place I love is no where near here,
Not within a yard of those trendy do's,
Where dogsbodies pick you up, and graciously give you a lift,
With cherished thoughts and bitterness.
I'm making a stand against the world,
There's those who would hurt us if they heard
And that's always in the back of my mind.
'A' BOMB IN WARDOUR STREET (Weller)
Where the streets are paved with blood,
with cataclysmic overtones,
Fear and hate linger in the air,
A strictly no-go deadly zone.
I don't know what I'm doing here
'cause it's not my scene at all
There's an 'A' bomb in Wardour Street
They've called in the Army, they've called in the police.
I'm stranded on the vortex floor,
My head's been kicked in and blood's started to pour
Through the haze I can see my girl
15 geezers got her pinned to the door
I try to reach her but fall back on the floor
There's an 'A' bomb in Wardour Street
It's blown up the West End, now it's spreading
throughout the City,
'A' bomb in Wardour Street, it's blown up the City
Now it's spreading through the country.
Law and order take a turn for the worst,
In the shape of a size 10 boot.
Rape and murder throughout the land,
and they tell you that you're still a free man.
Well if this is freedom I don't understand
'cause it seems like madness to me.
'A' bomb in Wardour Street, Hate Bomb,
Hate Bomb, Hate Bomb, Hate Bomb.
A Phillistine nation, of degredation,
And hate and war. There must be more
It's Doctor Martin's A,P,O,C,A,L,Y,P,S,E,
Apocalypse!
ALL MOD CONS (Weller)
Seen you before, I know your sort,
You think the world awaits your every breath
You'll be my friend, or so you say
You'll help me out when the time comes
And all the time we're getting rich,
You hang around to help me out
But when we're skint, Oh God Forbid!
You drop us like hot bricks.
Artistic Freedom. Do what you want,
But just make sure that the money ain't gone.
I'll tell you what, I got you sussed,
You'll waste my time, when the time comes.
TO BE SOMEONE (DIDN'T WE HAVE A NICE TIME) (Weller)
To be someone must be a wonderful thing,
A famous footballer a rock singer,
or a big film star, yes I think I would like that.
To be rich and have lots of fans
Have lots of girls to proove that I'm a man
And be No. 1 - and liked by everyone.
Getting drugged up with my trendy friends
They really dig me and I dig them
And the bread I spend - is like my fame - it's quickly diminished
And there's no more swimming in a guitar shaped pool
no more reporters at my beck and call
no more cocaine, now it's only ground chalk
no more taxis now we'll have to walk
But didn't we have a nice time -
didn't we have a nice time
Oh wasn't it such a fine time
I realize I should have stuck to my guns
Instead shit out to be one of the bastard sons
and lose myself - I know it was wrong - but it's cost me a lot
And there's no more drinking when the club shuts down,
I'm out on my arse with the rest of the clowns
It's really frightening without a bodyguard

Well,
To whoever out there wanted them, here are the lyrics to "That's
Entertainment" by the Jam.
A police car and a screaming siren -
A pneumatic drill and ripped up concrete -
A baby wailing and stray dog howling -
The screech of brakes and lamp light blinking -
That's Entertainment.
A smash of glass and a rumble of boots -
An electric train and a ripped up 'phone booth -
Paint splattered walls and the cry of a tomcat -
Lights going out and a kick in the balls -
That's Entertainment.
Days of speed and slow time Mondays -
Pissing down with rain on a boring Wednesday -
Watching the news and not eating your tea -
A freezing cold flat and damp on the walls -
That's Entertainment.
Waking up at 6 a.m. on a cool warm morning -
Opening the windows and breathing in petrol -
An amateur band rehearsing in a nearby yard -
Watching the tele and thinking about your holidays -
That's Entertainment.
Waking up from bad dreams and smoking cigarettes -
Cuddling a warm girl and smelling stale perfume -
A hot summer's day and sticky black tarmac -
Fedding ducks in the park and wishing you were far away -
That's Entertainment.
Two lovers kissing amongst the scream of midnight -
Two lovers missing the tranquility of solitude -
Getting a cab and travelling on buses -
Reading the graffiti about slashed seat affairs -
That's Entertainment.
- Paul Weller, 1980
Long live the Jam,
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* "Cause I hate you and your wife,
* And if I get the chance, I'll fuck up your life"
* - Paul Weller, 'Mr. Clean' (1979)

Whenever I'm with him
Something inside starts to burnin'
And I'm filled with desire
Could it be a devil in me
Or is this the way love's supposed to be?
It's like a heat wave, burnin' in my heart
I can't keep from cryin', it's tearin' me apart
Whenever he calls my name
Soft, low, sweet and plain
I feel right there, I feel that burnin' flame
Has a high blood pressure got a hold on me
Or is this the way love's supposed to be?
It's like a heat wave, burnin' in my heart
I can't keep from cryin', it's tearin' me apart
Ooh, ooh, heat wave
Ooh, ooh, heat wave
Sometimes I stare in space, tears all over my face
I can't explain it, don't understand it
I ain't never felt like this before
Now that funny feelin' has me amazed
I don't know what to do, my head's in a haze
It's like a heat wave, burnin' in my heart
I can't keep from crying, it's tearin' me apart
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, oh yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, oh yeah

Rainclouds came and stole my thunder
Left me barren like a desert
But a sunshine girl like you
It's worth going through
I will never be embarrassed about love again
Tortured winds that blew me over
When I start to think that I'm something special
They tell me that I'm not
And they're right and I'm glad and I'm not
I will never be embarrassed about that again
Oh baby, I'm dreaming of Monday
Oh baby, will see you again

Daylights dawns, you wake up and yawn, Mr. Clean
A piece of toast from the one you love most and you leave
You get the bus in the 8 o'clock rush
And catch the train in the morning rain
Mr. Clean, Mr. Clean
If you see me in the street, look away
'Cause I don't ever want to catch you looking at me, Mr. Clean
'Cause I hate you and your wife
And if I get the chance, I'll fuck up your life
Mr. Clean [unverified]
Is that seen
Surround yourself with dreams
Of pretty young girls, and anyone you want
But please don't forget me or any of my kind
'Cause I'll make you think again
When I stick your face in the grind
Getting pissed at the annual office do
Smart blue suit and you went to Cambridge too
You miss page 3, but the Times is right for you
And mum and dad are very proud of you

NEWS OF THE WORLD - Bruce Foxton
Power! Pop!
Read about the things that happen throughout the world
Don't believe in everything you see or hear
The neighbours talk day in day out about the goings on
They tell us what they want, they don't give an inch
Look at the pictures taken by the camera - they cannot lie
The truth is in what you see not what you read
Little men tapping things out - points of view
Remember their views are not the gospel truth
Each morning our piece of the world comes through the door
More often it's just a comic, not much more
Don't take it too serious - not many do
Read between the lines and you'll find the truth
Don't believe it all - a' find out for yourself
Check before you spread
News of the world, news of the world
Never doubt, never ask
Never moan, never search
Never find, never know
The news of the world, news of the world

It's like the middle of age
I feel the space between us all
A forced expense, but the big divide
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
Let's take a chance with beginner's luck
We have nothing so there's nothing to lose
I can't believe the only reasons we're here
Are the reasons in the Bank of England
Hear me now, we've only started
They'll just exploit us but it's only day one
We haven't got that far

It's not important for you to know my name
Nor I to know yours
If we communicate for two minutes only
It will be enough!
For knowing that someone in this world
Feels as desperate as me
And what you give is what you get
It doesn't matter if we never meet again
What we have said will always remain
If we get through for two minutes only
It will be a start!
For knowing that someone in this life
Loves with a passion called hate
And what you give is what you get
If I never ever see you
If I never ever see you
If I never ever see you... again

TAKIN' MY LOVE - Paul Weller
Well come on pretty baby you know what I like now
You're shakin' all over and it's feeling alright now
You're rockin' and rollin' and I don't know what to say
But daddy's little cat's gonna rock all day
Well come on pretty woman you know what I mean now
Try and stop me or what's it gonna be babe,
Gonna fuck ya right to the end
The beat's just screaming right thru' your head
You're shakin' my heart, you're shakin' my soul -
I just go crazy when you rock-n-roll
There you go takin' my love from me
There you go takin' my love from me
Drive you home my country rose now
Hold you tight never let you go now
Kissing and huggin' outside your door

And life is very difficult, when you're in the crowd
When you're in the crowd, you see things as they really are
You can smell the fear and hate, generated by all around
I wanna breakaway, but the ties are too strong
Wanna go on holiday, but the crowd says, I can't
See life is very different, when you're in the crowd
Oh, sometimes in the night, I wish I was far away
But then I realize, even escape will be in vain
I wanna close my eyes and be like the rest
I mean, nobody wants to die, although the crowd say they do
Look, life is very intricate, when you're in the crowd
Life becomes the movies and everyone has a role
It's easy being the actor when the combine's the only star
Sunday papers and the dailies, Ena Sharples, Page 3 girls
News at ten, war in Rhodesia, far away in a distant land
But we're alright, we're nice and warm here

We make the standards and we make the rules
And if you don't abide by them you must be a fool
We have the power to control the whole land
You never must question our motives or plans
Outlaw your voices, do anything we want
We've nothing to fear from the nation
We'll kick you out of your houses if you get too much
If we have to we'll destroy your generation
We've built up a frontage and we've gained respect
There's no one to endanger our position
Standards rule okay
Standards rule okay
Standards rule okay
Standards rule okay
And we don't like people who stand in our way
Awareness is gonna be redundant
And ignorance is strength, we have God on our side
Look, you know what happened to Winston
We make the standards and we make the rules
And if you don't abide by them you must be a fool
We have the power to control the whole land
You never must question our motives or plans
Standards rule okay
Standards rule okay
Standards rule okay
Standards rule okay
Standards rule okay
Standards rule okay
Standards rule okay

I was in the pub last night
When a mutual friend of ours said
He'd seen you in the uniform
Yeah the leather belt looks manly
The black boots butch
But oh what a bastard to get off
Promises, promises
They offer real solutions
But hatred has never won for long
You was so open minded
But by somebody blinded
And now your sign says closed
Promises, promises
They offer real solutions
But hatred has never won for long
I think we've lost our perception
I think we've lost sight of the goals we should be working for
I think we've lost our reason
We stumble blindly and that vision must be restored!
I wish that there was something
I could do about it
I wish that there was some way
I could try to fight it
Scream and shout it
It is called indoctrination
And it happens on all levels
But it has nothing to do with equality
It has nothing to do with democracy
And though it professes to
It has nothing to do with humanity

Here we go again, it's Monday at last
He's heading for the Waterloo line
To catch the 8 A m fast, it's usually dead on time
Hope it isn't late, got to be there by nine
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
Good Morning Smithers Jones
How's the wife and home?
Did you get the car you've been looking for?
Let me get inside you, let me take control of you
We could have some good times
All this worry will get you down
I'll give you a new meaning to life, I don't think so
Sitting on the train, you're nearly there
You're part of the production line
You're the same as him, you're like tin sardines
Get out of the pack, before they peel you back
Arrive at the office, spot on time
The clock on the wall hasn't yet struck nine
Good Morning Smithers Jones
The boss wants to see you alone
I hope it's the promotion you've been looking for
Come in Smithers old boy
Take a seat, take the weight off your feet
I've some news to tell you
There's no longer a position for you
Sorry Smithers Jones
Put on the kettle and make some tea
It's all a part of feeling groovy
Put on your slippers turn on the TV
It's all a part of feeling groovy
It's time to relax, now you've worked your arse off
But the only one smilin' is the sun tanned boss
Work and work and work and work till you die

SOUNDS FROM THE STREET - Paul Weller
Sounds from the street, sounds so sweet
What's my name?
It hurts my brain to think
Sounds from the city, sound so pretty
Young bands playing
Young kids digging - And I dig them
The USA's got the sea
Yeah, but the British kid's got the streets
I don't mind, the city's right
Sounds from the street, sounds just fine
I know I come from Woking and you say I'm a fraud
But my heart's in the city, where it belongs
Words from the voices
Rock and roll rejoices
It's something new, it's something young for a change
Sounds from the street, they sound so sweet
They gotta take notice
Why should they stop us? We don't need them
We're never gonna change a thing
And the situation's rapidly decreasing
But what can I do?
I'm trying to be true

(Weller)
Sup up your beer and collect your fags,
There's a row going on down near Slough,
get out your mat and pray to the West,
I'll get out mine and pray for myself.
Thought you were smart when you took them on,
But you didn't take a peep in their artillery room,
All that rugby puts hairs on your chest,
What chance have you got against a tie and a crest.
Hello-hurrah - what a nice day - for the Eton Rifles,
Hello-hurrah - I hope rain stops play - with the Eton Rifles.
Thought you were clever when you lift the fuse,
Tore down the house of commons in your brand new shoes,
Composed a revolutionary symphony,
Then went to bed with a charming young thing.
Hello-hurrah - cheers then mate - it's the Eton Rifles,
Hello-hurrah - an extremist scrape - with the Eton Rifles.
What a catalyst you turned out to be,
Loaded the guns then you run off home for your tea,
Left me standing - like a guilty schoolboy.
We came out of it naturally the worst,
Beaten and bloody and I was sick down my shirt,
We were no match for their untamed wit,
Though some of the lads said they'll be back next week.
Hello-hurrah - there's a price to pay - to the Eton Rifles,
Hello-hurrah - I'd prefer the plague - to the Eton Rifles.
Hello-hurrah - there's a price to pay - to the Eton Rifles,
Hello-hurrah - I'd prefer the plague - to the Eton Rifles.
> From the album "Setting Sons"

High town, high street connections
With clothes at the top of my list
You could steal things from the jewelry department
But you can't take kind or steal a kiss
As I flit from shop window to window
I'm trying to pick up a friendly bargain
But it's not like the adverts all make out
And there's no one to greet you as a friend
I dress myself for the part
I smile but it just don't work
Something about my face must just be the wrong shape
I better try another brand pretty quick
I'm haunted by the colors and hoardings
A reminder that I must be inadequate
High town, high street connection

Saturday's boys live life with insults
Drink lots of beer and wait for half time results
Afternoon tea in the light a bite
Chat up the girls they dig it
Saturday's girls work in Tescos and Woolworths
Wear cheap perfume 'cause it's all they can afford
Go to discos they drink Babycham talk to Jan
In bingo accents
Saturdays kids play one arm bandits
They never win but that's not the point is it
Dip in silver paper when their pints go flat
How about that far out?
Their mums and dads smoke Capstan non-filters
Wallpaper lives 'cause they all die of cancer
What goes on?
What goes wrong?
Save up their money for a holiday
To Kelsey Bill or Bracklesham Bay
Think about the future when they'll settle down
Marry the girl next door with one on the way
These are the real creatures
That time has forgot
Not given a thought, it's the system
Hate the system, what's the system?
Saturday's kids live in council houses
Wear V necked shirts and baggy trousers
Drive Cortinas fur trimmed dash boards

Well, come on pretty baby, won't you walk with me
Come on pretty baby, won't you talk with me
Come on baby, give me one more chance
Try to save me and our romance slow down
Baby, I'm not movin' away too fast
You better give me a little love
Give a little love
Baby what I love the best
So I used to walk you home
Baby after school carry your books home too
And now you got a boyfriend down the street
Baby what you tryin' to do? You better slow down
Babe, I'm not movin' away too fast
You better give a little love
Give a little love
Baby what I love the best
So your a little lover, tell the way I do
Come on pretty baby, walk two by two
I'll let you love me, your so fine child
The best woman I've ever had slow down
Babe, I'm not movin' away too fast
You better give a little love
Give a little love
Baby what I love the best
Slow down, slow down
Slow down, slow down baby

TONIGHT AT NOON - Paul Weller
Tonight at noon, tonight at noon
When we meet in the midnight hour
I will bring you night flowers (coloured)
Like your eyes -
Tonight at noon, I'll touch your hand
Held for a moment amongst strangers
Amongst the dripping trees - country girl
Walking in city squares in winter rain -
Walking down muddy lanes or empty streets -
Arranging a time and place to meet
Tonight at noon, you'll feel my warmth
You'll feel my body inside you
We'll be together for hours
time and tears -
Won't wait for evermore
For the time is now -
And now is the time to explore

WASTELAND - Paul Weller
Meet me on the wastelands - later this day,
We'll sit and talk and hold hands maybe,
For there's not much else to do in this drab and colourless place.
We'll sit amongst the rubber tyres,
Amongst the discarded bric-a-brac - people have no use for,
Amongst the smouldering embers of yesterday.
And when or if the sun shines,
Lighting our once beautiful features,
We'll smile, but only for seconds,
For to be caught smiling's to acknowledge life,
A brave but useless show of compassion,
And that is forbidden in this drab and colourless world.
Meet me on the wastelands - the ones behind,
The old houses - the ones left standing pre-war -
The ones overshadowed by those monolith monstrosities -
councils call homes
And there amongst the shit - the dirty linen,
The holy Coca-Cola tins - the punctured footballs,
the ragged dolls - the rusting bicycles,
We'll sit and probably hold hands.
And watch the rain fall - watch it, watch it -
Tumble and fall - tumble and falling -
Like our lives - like our lives -
Just like our lives.
We'll talk about the old days,
When the wasteland was release, when we could play,
And think - without feeling guilty -
Meet me later but we'll have to hold hands.
Tumble and fall - tumble and falling -
Like our lives - like our lives -
Exactly like our lives.
BURNING SKY - Paul Weller
(Dear,)
How are things in your little world, I hope they're going well and
you are too. Do you still see the same old crowd, the ones who used
to meet every Friday? I'm really sorry that I can't be there, but
work comes first, I'm sure you'll understand. Things are really
taking off for me, business is thriving and I'm showing a profit and.
And in any case it wouldn't be the same, 'cause we've all grown up
and we've got our own lives and the values that we had once upon a
time, seem stupid now 'cause the rent must be paid and some bonds
severed and others made.
Now I don't want you to get me wrong, ideals are fine when you are
young and I must admit we had a laugh, but that's all it was and ever
will be, 'cause the Burning Sky keeps burning bright. And as long as
it does (and it always will), there's no time for dreams when
commerce calls. And the taxman's shouting 'cause he wants his dough
and the wheels of finance won't begin to slow.
And it's only us realists who are gonna come through 'cause there's
only one power higher than that of truth and that's the Burning Sky.
Oh and by the way I must tell you, before I sign off I've got a
meeting next week, with the head of a big corporate. I can't disclose
who but I'm sure you all know him, and. And the Burning Sky - keeps
burning bright - And it won't turn off til it's had enough, it's the
greedy bastard who won't give up, and you're just a dreamer if you
don't realise, and the sooner you do will be the better for you. And
then we'll all be happy and we'll all be wise. And we'll all bow
down to the Burning Sky.
Then we'll all be happy and we'll all be wise, and together we will
live beneath the Burning Sky.
THICK AS THIEVES - Paul Weller
Times were so tough, but not as tough as they are now.
We were so close and nothing came between us - and the world -
No personal situations.
Thick as thieves us, we'd stick together for all time,
And we meant it, but it turns out just for a while,
We stole - the friendship that bound us together -
We stole from the schools and thier libraries,
We stole from the drugs that sent us to sleep,
We stole from the drink that made us sick,
We stole anything that we couldn't keep.
And it was enough - we didn't have to spoil anything,
And always be as thick as thieves.
Like a perfect stranger - you came into my life,
Then like the perfect lone ranger - you run away, run away,
run away, run away, hey!
We stole the love from young girls in ivory towers,
We stole autumn leaves and summer showers,
We stole the silent wind that says you are free,
We stole everything that we could see.
But it wasn't enough - and now we've gone and spoiled everything -
Now we're no longer as thick as thieves.
You came into my life -
Then like a perfect stranger you walked away - walked away,
walked away, walked away
Thick as thieves us - we'd stick together for all time,
and we meant it, but it turns out just for awhile.
We stole the friendship that bound us together.
We stole the burning sun in the open sky,
We stole the twinkling stars in the black night,
We stole the green belt fields that made us believe,
We stole everything that we could see.
But something came along that changed our minds,
And I don't know what, and I don't know why -
But we seemed to grow up in a flash of time,
and we watched our ideals helplessly unwind.
No - we're no longer as thick as thieves - no.
We're not as thick as we used to be - no.
We're no longer as thick as thieves - no,
We're not as thick as we used to be -
No it wasn't enough - and we've gone and spoiled everything

TIME FOR TRUTH - Paul Weller
Whatcha trying to say that haven't tried to say before
You're just another red balloon with a lot of hot gass
Why don't you fuck off?
And you think you've got it worked out
And you think you've got it made
And you trying to play the hero
But you never walk home in the dark
I think it's time for truth
And the truth is you've lost uncle Jimmy
Admit your failure and decline with honour while you can
And you think you've got it sussed out
And you think that we're brain washed
And you're trying for a police state
So you can rule our body and minds
What ever happend to the great empire?
You bastards haved turned it into manure
Time for the young to stick together now
I bet you sleep at night with silk sheets and a clean mind
While killers roam the streets in numbers dressed in blue
And you're trying to hide it from us
But you know what I mean
Bring forward those six pigs

This is the modern world
This is the modern world
What kind of fool do you think I am?
To think I know nothing of the modern world
All my life it's been the same
I've learnt to live by hate and pain
It's my inspiration drive
I've learnt more than you'll ever know
Even at school I felt quite sure
That one day I would be on top
Another dot upon the map
The teachers who said I'd be nothing
This is the modern world that I've learnt about
This is the modern world we don't need no one
To tell us what's right or wrong
This is the modern world
Say what you like 'cause I don't care
I know where I am and going to
It's somewhere I won't preview
Don't have to explain myself to you
I don't give two fucks about your review
This is the modern world that I've learnt about
This is the modern world we don't need no one
To tell us what's right or wrong
Modern word, this is, this is, this is
This is, this is, this is, this is
Hey, we don't need no one
To tell us what's right or wrong
This is the modern world
This is the modern world

In your white lace
And your wedding bells
You look the picture
Of contented new wealth
But from the on-looking fool
Who believed your lies
I wish this grave would open up
And swallow me alive
For the bitterest pill
Is hard to swallow
The love I gave hangs
In sad colored, mocking shadows
When the wheel of fortune broke
You fell to me
Out of gray skies
To change my misery
The vacant spot
Your beating heart took its place
But now I watch smoke
Leave my lips and fill an empty room
For the bitterest pill
Is hard to swallow
The love I gave hangs
In sad colored, mocking shadows
The bitterest pill
Is mine to take
If I took if for a hundred years
I couldn't feel any more hate
The bitterest pill
Is mine to take
If I took if for a hundred years
I couldn't feel any more hate
Now autumn's breeze blows
Summer's leaves through my life
Twisted and broken dawn
No days with sunlight
The dying spark
You left your mark on me
The promise of your kiss
But with someone else
For the bitterest pill
Is mine to swallow
The love I gave hangs
In sad colored, mocking shadows
The bitterest pill
Is mine to take
If I took if for a hundred years
I couldn't feel anymore ill
The bitterest pill
Is mine to take
If I took if for a hundred years
I couldn't feel anymore ill
The bitterest pill
Is mine to take
If I took if for a hundred years
I couldn't feel anymore ill
The bitterest pill
Is mine to take
If I took if for a hundred years

SMITHER-JONES - Bruce Foxton
Here we go again, it's Monday at last,
He's heading for the Waterloo line.
To catch the 8am fast, its usually dead on time,
Hope it isn't late, got to be there by nine.
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie,
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones'
'How's the wife and home?'
'Did you get the car you've been looking for?' (repeat)
Let me get inside, let me take control of you,
We could have some good times,
All this worry will get you down,
I'll give you a new meaning to life - I don't think so.
Sitting on the train, you're nearly there
You're a part of the production line,
You're the same as him, you're like tin-sardines,
Get out of the pack, before they peel you back.
Arrive at the office, spot on time,
The clock on the wall hasn't yet struck nine.
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones',
'The boss wants to see you alone'.
'I hope its the promotion you've been looking for' (repeat)
'Come in Smithers old boy'
'Take a seat, take the weight off your feet'.
'I've some news to tell you'
'There's no longer a position for you' -
'Sorry Smithers-Jones'.
Put on the kettle to make some tea
It's all a part of feeling groovy
Put on your slippers turn on the TV
It's all a part of feeling groovy
It's time to relax now you've worked your arse off
But the only one smilin' is the sun tanned boss
Work and work and work and work til you die

The way that sunlight flits across your skirt
Makes me feel I'm from another world
To touch your face in the morning light
I hope you're always gonna be around
The times I struggle to understand why
The ancient proverbs like, "Who am I?
Why am I here and what have I done?"
I see the answer's place my trust in you
Trust in you love, be with me then
That's when I want you
That's when I need you the most
I want us to be like Peter Pan
But dreams, it seems are weightless as sand
And man's supposedly is made of sand
It seems that man cannot survive at all
Let's disappear love, let's fly away
Into the demi-monde, into the twilight zone
The times inside I spent screaming at you
Release me please from this mortal jail
One shrug or smile can determine my fate
I'm lost for days and have myself to blame
Something I'm giving, is yours for the taking
Something like sunlight, love is a spotlight
Love is all sorrow, still I'll meet you tomorrow

Down in amongst the streets tonight
Books will burn, people laugh and cry in their turmoil
(Turmoil turns rejoiceful)
Shed your fears and lose your guilt
Tonight we burn responsibility in the fire
We'll watch the flames grow higher
But if you get too burnt
You can't come back home
And as I was standing by the edge
I could see the faces of those led pissing their selves laughing
(And the flames grew)
Their mad eyes bulged their flushed faces said
The weak get crushed as the strong grow stronger
We feast on flesh and drink on blood
Live by fear and despise love in a crisis
(What with today's high prices?)
Bring some paper and bring some wood
Bring what's left of all your love for the fire
We'll watch the flames grow higher
But if you get too burnt
You can't come back home
And as I was standing by the edge
I could see the faces of those led pissing their selves laughing
(And the flames grew)
Their mad eyes bulged their flushed faces said
The weak get crushed as the strong grow stronger
In the funeral pyre
We'll watch the flames grow higher
But if you get too burnt
You can't come back home
In the funeral pyre
I'll watch the flames grow higher
But if you get too burnt
You can't come back home
In the funeral pyre
(Well, I feel so old, when I feel so young)
We'll watch the flames grow higher
(Well, I just can't grow up to meet the demands)
But if you get too burnt
(Well, I feel so old, when I feel so young)
You can't come back home
(Well, I just can't grow up to meet the demands)
In the funeral pyre
(Well, I feel so old, when I feel so young)
(Well, I just can't grow up to meet the demands)
Well, I feel so old, when I feel so young