Тексты песен «Elastica»

What I want Mornings to the winter and afternoons to the summer What I want Is for you to be waiting round the other side of every door What I want To walk through the wardrobe of other bodies we have known...

It's a sign of devotion You made everybody else seem insane You filled my head with your notions You made everybody else seem so tame In your bed I lay reeling You made everybody else seem a shame I knew from the...

Took back time, take an instant pleasure Credit is due for the life of leisure Get to work and work gets done Best at being was not best at all Face the facts, being best got fitter Simple tastes won't suit me...

I'm really close you see Feel it breathing In my living heart I see you going for a life that's cruising Waste at smart I really do I really want it, but is it here? I love you anyway true No flickers Listen,...

I'm really close you see Feel it breathing In my living heart I see you going for a life that's cruising Waste at smart I really do I really want it, but is it here? I love you anyway true No flickers Listen,...

Why d'you have to be so paranoid [Can't keep away ...] [ ... ] Why d'you have to be so paranoid Why d'you have to be so paranoid [Can't keep yourself, can't keep your health] [ ... ] Why d'you have to be so...

Pussycat waits as the [night] splashes down, Taking her time as she [drives on] the ground, Oh she is the queen of the non-fucking zone, She is aware of the [bite] of the...

Rock and roll is dead, I put that thing in it's head. I told it what I said. Who wants to sha-la-la with or without you, Tra-la-la-la-la-la with or without love. Rockunroll is bred, When it's shiny skin is shed,...

Rock and roll is dead I put that thing in its head I told it what I said Who wants to sha-la-la with or without you Tra-la-la-la-la-la with or without love Rockunroll is bred When its shiny skin is shed With a...

And now we find Looking back at your state of mind, Was it all just a cover up? Woke your mother up You were on tv Did the devil say to you You can make it through I'll take you to the top And now that you're...

See that animal Get some heavy metal Watch the world go singing Sha-la-la-la White stick Happiness will we Ever know how it feel How it feels? I feel your Tattoo on mine But I can't wash It out this time Oh it's time Oh...

Peaches and cream Where have you been? Did you know Ive been waiting all night? Whose bed were you in? Whose head were you turning? Don't you know Ive been out of my mind Cause I know what you fear you will...

A morbid fascination with all things in extremes A limited sport will leave its spot on me Early in the morning, I've given up on sleep I'm in the attention, but all I hear is my heart beat Your spastic aspirations...

No need to whine, boy Like a windup toy You stutter at my feet And it's never the time, boy You've had too much wine to Stumble up my street Well it's isn't a problem Nothing we can't keep between the sheets Tell me...

1 2 3 4 Yeah the bitch don't work Cuz she just don't wanna Now the bitch don't work Cuz she just don't work Lalalalala The bitch don't work The bitch looks fat [The bitch don't work] Coz she's on her back...

BBC Radio 1 Evening Session 08/08/96 It's been really hard I know It's been really hard under fire So take a look at what this world's become You know I've really got to go right now, oh You've been polishing that gun...

Friends, A warehouse pain They attack their own kind A thousand kids Who buried their parents There's laughing outside We're locked out of the public eye No Smooth Chords On the car radio No Smooth Chords On the car...

Friends, A warehouse pain They attack their own kind A thousand kids Who buried their parents There's laughing outside We're locked out of the public eye No Smooth Chords On the car radio No Smooth Chords On...

When I work all day Just the way I like it Sing a song with a subtle hand When I need to spike it And I'm living all right And I'm doing ok Had a lover who was made of sand And the wind blew him away But I've...

Friends, a warehouse pain They tack their own car A thousand kids who buried their parents There's laughing outside We're locked out of the public eye No smooth chords on the car radio No smooth chords on the...