Union jack and union jill
Back up and down the same old hill
Sell the flag to the youths
But who swallows the bill
Murdoch she wrote
Him have his hand in the till
Blairful of thatcher
Stuck on the 45
The suits have changed
But the old ties survive
New britannia cool
Who are you trying to fool?
Behind your fashion-tashion I see nothing at all
Care for the commodity
Cuts the nation into three
Rich pickings for the first
Bottom third you never see
While middle England keeps swinging its
Loyalty
No concern for the future
Just with dead royalty
So will the real, the real great Britain
Step forward
This is the national identity parade
Shoe gazer nation forever looking
Backwards
Time to reject the sixties charade
Not enough schools
Not enough homes
Just phony care in his millennium dome
More prime cuts than beef on the bone
And there's too many questions you're
Not answering tone
Union jack and union jill
Back up and down the same old hill
Sell the flag to the youths
But who swallows the bill
Murdoch she wrote
Him have his hand in the till
So will the real, the real great Britain
Step forward
This is the national identity parade
Shoe gazer nation forever looking
Backwards
Time to reject the sixties charade
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Hello this is gorgeous, anybody out there read me? 10-4 I read you My handle's gorgeous, pretty vacant, eh? Subvert normality Punk is not sexual, it's just aggression 10-4 good buddies Destroy, Kill all hippies Anarchy, disco sucks Subvert normality You got the money, I got the soul You got the money, I got the soul You got the money, I got the soul I can't be bought, I can't be owned You got the money, I got the soul You got the money, I got the soul I can't be bought, I can't be owned You got the money, I got the soul You got the money, you got the money You got the money, got the soul I got the soul, I got the soul I got the soul, I got the soul Signing off, this is gorgeous signing off
I Can't Wait I can't wait till you try to come back girl when things they don't work out for you who do you think you 're messing with girl what do you think you're trying to do? First you said I was blind you certainly took your time I thought you made up your mind So many times I've gotten used to this this old idea of being all alone tell me how I'm supposed to get through with this? I wish this house felt like a home I Can't Wait - Я не могу ждать (перевод: stinol) Я не могу ждать пока ты Не вернёшься ко мне. Когда всё настроено Против тебя. Как ты думаешь С кем ты путаешься? И что ты собираешься делать? Оу-е и е и е-е С кем ты путаешься? Оу-е и е и е-е И что ты собираешься делать? Оу-е и е и е-е Ты серьёзно думаешь что я смеюсь над этим? Оу-е и е и е-е Ты думаешь ты кого-то одурачишь? Вначале ты сказала что ты слепа Может быть и так но Я думал ты выдумала сама себя Я думал ты выдумала сама себя Я думал ты придумала Я думал ты придумала Я думал ты придумала сама себя Так много раз Я пробовал его. Этот дедовский способ - Побыть одному. Скажи, как мне якобы Смириться с этим. Как я хочу чуствовать себя родным в этом доме. Оу-е и е и е-е С кем ты путаешься? Оу-е и е и е-е И что ты собираешься делать? Оу-е и е и е-е Ты серьёзно думаешь что я смеюсь над этим? Оу-е и е и е-е Ты думаешь ты кого-то одурачишь? Вначале ты сказала что ты слепа Ты сама отняла у себя время Я думал ты выдумала сама себя Я думал ты выдумала сама себя Я думал ты придумала Я думал ты придумала Я думал ты придумала сама себя
Sonic Youth - "Sunday"
Sunday comes alone again A perfect day for a quiet friend And you - you will set it free I see new morning 'round your face Everybody says it's another phase And now - now it's come to me I see the magic in your eyes I see it come as no surprise And you - you turn your eyes away Yeh you - you turn it all away I guess it's true it's never too late Still I don't know what to do today Oh why can't I set you free Will you do the same for me Sunday comes and Sunday goes Sunday always seems to move so slow To me - and here she comes again A perfect ending to a perfect day A perfect ending what can I say To you - lonely Sunday friend With you - Sunday never ends
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