1.Something For The Weekend
She said 'there's something in the woodshed
And i can hear it breathing -
It's such an eerie feeling, darling.'
He said 'there's nothing in the woodshed -
It's your imagination
End of the conversation, darling.'
Something in his heart told him to come clean
He was not who he claimed to be
Something in his genes told him to pretend
'twas something for the weekend
But she said 'there's something in the woodshed
I know because i saw it
I can't simply ignore it, darling.'
So he said 'now baby, don't be stupid
Get this into your sweet head
There ain't nothing in the woodshed (except maybe some wood).'
Something in his heart told him to come clean
He was not who he claimed to be
Something in his jeans told him to pretend
'twas something for the weekend
'i'll go all the way with you, if you'll only do the same for
mego and see
If it's nothing like you say, then you can have your wicked way
with me'
He went down to the woodshed
They came down hard on his head
Gagged and bound and left for dead
When he woke she was gone with his car and all of his money
2.Becoming More Like Alfie
'are you all settled in？ right, then we can begin. my name
is...'
'alfie!'
Once there was a time
When my mind lay on higher things
And once there was a time
I could find pretty words to sing
But now, well now i find
It saves time to say what you mean
I know it seems so unrefined
But it's time to let off some steam
Oh come on!
Everybody knows that no means yes
Just like glasses come free on the n.h.s.
But the more i look through them the more i see
I'm becoming more like alfie
Once there was a time
When a kind word could be enough
And once there was a time
I could blindfold myself with love
But not nownow i'm resigned
To the kind of life i had reserved
For other guys less smart than i
Y'knowthe kind who will always end up with the girls
And besides
Everybody knows that no means yes
Just like glasses come free on the n.h.s.
But the more i look through them the more i see
I'm becoming more like alfie
Oh come on!
3.Middle-class Heroes
'hello...
What have we here？
A young lady!
To what do i owe this pleasant surprise, my pretty one？
How may i be of service this dark and wintry night？
Ah, i see. you wish me to look into the future... your future.
After gcses, a-levels, university...
After your first badly paid job in advertising...
Okay, my pretty, just cross my palm with plastic,
And i'll see what i can do...
Wait!
The fog is lifting!'
I see oriental paper globes
Hanging like decomposing cocoons
While exotic candles overload
The dusty air with their stale perfume
And i see lentils, beans, seaweed and rice
In jars on the windowsill
And it ain't hardly enough to feed the mice
Running behind the lines of allergy pills
All these things will come to pass
When heroes of the middle class
Face up to their responsibilities
I see an indian fertility god
He's got thirty seven limbs to spare
And tasteless tie-dyed tablecloths
That double up as evening wear
And i see naked bodies twist and turn
On the futon of dreams fulfilled
But their three-year-old kid seems unconcerned
He'd rather swallow all those allergy pills
I see unspeakable vulgarity
Institutionalised mediocrity
Infinite tragedy
Rise up little soulsjoin the doomed army
Fight the good fightwage the unwinnable war：
Elegance against ignorance!
Difference against indifference!
Wit against shit!
My words fly up to heaven, my thoughts remain below
Words said without feeling never to heaven go...
All these things will come to pass
When heroes of the middle class
Face up, repent, and pay the price
For accidentally creating life
An oversight for which they must atone
And sacrifice their own
4.In ＆ Out In Paris And London
'it is a far far better thing that i do now than i have ever
done before
It is a far far better place that i go to than i have ever known
before'
My slap 'n' tickle made her giggle
Made her wiggle like a willow tree
So suggestively
So i suggested
She protested
I persisted till she said 'well, okay...'
And i said 'wey-hey!'
In or outof one thing there can be no doubt
Out or inthis is not a sinit's not even original!
And hey, we're all individualsso let the games begin!
I fall in love with someone new practically every day but that's
okay
It's just the price i pay for being a man (if that's really what
i am)
And i refuse to take it all too seriously
It's such a strange activity,
Far too peculiar to be taken any other way
Don't wait until tomorrowdo it today
In out in out in out in out in out in out in out
Shake it all about
5.Charge
Ladysmith wants you forthwith to come to her relief
Burn your briefs you leave for france tonight
Carefully cut the straps of the booby-traps and set the captives
free
But don't shoot 'til you see her big blue eyes
Then sound the chargebreath your final breath
And charge into the valley of death
Cannon to the left and cannon to the right
They'll go bang bang bang all night
We'll fight them on the beaches
Yes, we'll fill 'em full of lead
Fighting naked in the open air
We'll fight them in the kitchen, in the bathroom in the garden
shed
Fighting the good fight any-fighting-where
So sound the chargebreathe your final breath
And charge into the valley of death
Cannon to the left and cannon to the right
They'll go bang bang bang all night
There'll be a cannon to the left and cannon to the right
They'll go bang bang bang bang bang bang bang all night...
'baby baby, i love the way you talk sense to me
Especially when you say 'neil, you got love'
I hear what you're saying...
I have in my hand a piece of paper that says
'let's make lurrve, not this phoney war-thang'
We goin' over the top -
But you're so sexy when you're angry, honey-chile'
'roamin' around in no man's land, gettin' caught in your barbed
wire
Baby baby, gonna set your village on fire...'
Chargei'm gonna hit you where it hurts
Chargeso sound the red alert!
There'll be a cannon to the left...
...and a cannon to the right...
(the hills are alive with the sound of)
Bang bang bang bang bang
Bang bang bang bang bang
Bang bang bang bang bang
All night!
6.Songs Of Love
Pale, pubescent beasts
Roam through the streets
And coffee-shops
Their prey gather in herds
Of stiff knee-length skirts
And white ankle-socks
But while they search for a mate
My type masturbate
In bedrooms above
Composing their songs of love
Young, uniform minds
In uniform lines
And uniform ties
Run 'round
With trousers on fire
And signs of desire
They cannot disguise
While i try to find words
As light as the birds
Yhat circle above
To put in my songs of love
Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice
So sing while you have time
Let the sun shine down from above
And fill you with songs of love
Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice
So let's sing while we still can
While the sun hangs high up above
Wonderful songs of love
Beautiful songs of love
7.The Frog Princess
I met a girl, she was a frog princess
I guess i ought to make it clear
That i saw nothing through her see-through dress
Until she whispered in my ear
'you don't really love me and i don't really mind
'cause i don't love anybody,
That stuff is just a waste of time
Your place or mine？'
I met a girl, she was a complete mess
I should've left her well alonebut oh no, not me!
I had to see if underneath that dress
Her heart was really made of stone
I met a girl, she was a frog princess
And yes i do regret it now
But how was i to know that just one kiss
Could turn my frog into a cow？
And now i'm rid of her i must confess
To thinking 'bout what might have been
And i can visualise my frog princess
Beneath a shining guillotine
You don't really love me and i don't really mind
'cause i don't love anybody,
I come and go through people's love lives
Your place or mine？
8.A Woman Of The World
When she was just a girl
She became a woman of the world
Soon there wasn't room enough for her
In between the bosoms of her family
She popped the cork, got on the greyhound to new york
Small-talked her way round just the sort
Of playboys' playground she'd once dreamed about
Maybe i love her, but i'm jealous of her
She's a woman of the world
She's a fake!sure, but she's a real fake
On the make!making up for lost time
Just you wait!hey, give the girl a break
And a fifty dollar bill will see to that
Heh, that ain't enough to feed the cat
Serve up the rats and super rats
Well they just get fatter while she fades away
Maybe i love her, but i'm jealous of her
She's a woman of the world
Maybe i hate her, 'cause i didn't create her
It's human nature, girl
Maybe i'll suffer, just to be her lover
Just to be part of her world
Maybe i need her, because i want to be her baby, can i be your
girl？
Maybe i'll kill her, just trying to thrill her if she don't kill
me first
We're making eye-contact
Oh those hypnotic eyes attract
Such philanthropic fliesthat's that.
You cannot stop it, so why the devil do you try？
9.Through A Long And Sleepless Night
Through a long and sleepless night
I thought upon the jury's plight
If what is wrong can feel so right
Then life's no longer black and white
It's four o'clock and all's not well
In my private circle of hell
I contemplate my navel hair
And slowly slide into despair
This rut has fast become a trench
This smell has turned into the stench
Of rotten dreams and stale ideals
The past is snapping at my heels
Oh danny boy the pipes are blocked
With bedtime blues and future shock
I know the best is yet to come
But does it always take this long？
I can put on the perfume, even wear the dress sometimes
But i'll always be the bridegroom and never the bride
'you deserve to be horse-whipped
But i've no horse', that joke's so shit
And whips would only make it worse
Don't tempt the lonely and perverse
The casualties of casual sex
The child of three with x-ray specs
The conman low in self esteem
The casanova in your dreams
I'll scream and scream and scream until
I've made myself critically ill
In hospital, in case you're there
In uniform, intensive care
I know you'll be the death of me
But what a cool death that would be
I'd rather die than be deprived
Of wonderbras and thunder thighs
I can put on the perfume, even wear the dress sometimes
But i'll always be the bridegroom and never the bride
Bored of normality？
Why not go daft？
It's easy to do if you try
Slide right back down that self-confident path
You've just so laboriously climbed
Pickle your liver and addle your brain
Live the bohemian life
Die young and penniless somewhere in spain
Then again you could try just to live your own life
In the way that you find most amusing
I don't really care!
I can put on the perfume, even wear the dress sometimes
But i will always be the bridegroom and i will never be the
bride
10.Theme From Casanova
'the divine comedy's casanovaa collection of songs for bass
baritone and ensemble, inspired by the writings of the
eighteenth century venetian gambler, eroticist and spy; and
performed fo
There by the composer, neil hannon. he was accompanied in that
1995 recording by a specially assembled group of young
musicians, under the baton of dr. joby talbot. the programme was
devised by
Ivine comedy, and was produced in our london studios by darren
allison.
Now, as we're running a little ahead of schedule, there's just
time for one extra item. so i'll leave you with the haunting
strains of theme from casanova...'
11.The Dogs And The Horses
Sing a happy song
'cause spring does not last long
A flower blooms and then it's gone
Summer follows fast
Make hay while it lasts
Don't ever dwell upon the past
For one day you are here, and the next you are gone
Every horse has its year and every dog its day, my son
So the only thing to feel sad about is
All the dogs and the horses you'll have to outlive
They'll be with you when you say good-bye
Then the fall from grace
The lines upon your face
Grow deeper almost every day
Days and weeks roll by
And winter nights draw nigh
And everything that lives must die
But as the curtains close and the last prayers are said
All my dogs and my horses appear round my bed
They have come to say one last goodbye
Goodbye...
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