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Background information
Origin London, England
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Britpop
Indie Rock
Years active 1989—present
Label(s) Virgin Records
Parlophone Records
SBK Records
Food Records
Associated acts Gorillaz
The Good, the Bad & the Queen
The Ailerons
WigWam
Fat Les
Me Me Me
Website Website
Members
Damon Albarn
Graham Coxon
Alex James
Dave Rowntree



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Blur Album


Live at the Budokan (05/22/1996)
05/22/1996
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Supa Shoppa
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Paper bags and plastic hearts
All are belongings in shopping carts
It's goodbye
But we got one more night
Let's get drunk and ride around
And make peace with an empty town
We can make it right

Throw it away
Forget yesterday
We'll make the great escape
We won't hear a word they say
They don't know us anyway
Watch it burn
Let it die
Cause we are finally free tonight

Tonight will change our lives
It's so good to be by your side
But we'll cry
We won't give up the fight
We'll scream loud at the top of our lungs
And they'll think it's just cause we're young
And we'll feel so alive

Throw it away
Forget yesterday
We'll make the great escape
We won't hear a word they say
They don't know us anyway

Watch it burn
Let it die
Cause we are finally free tonight

All of the wasted time
The hours that were left behind
The answers that we'll never find
They don't mean a thing tonight

Throw it away
Forget yesterday
We'll make the great escape
We won't hear a word they say
They don't know us anyway

Throw it away
Forget yesterday
We'll make the great escape
We won't hear a word they say
They don't know us anyway

Throw it away
Forget yesterday
We'll make the great escape
We won't hear a word they say
They don't know us anyway
Watch it burn
Let it die
Cause we are finally free tonight

. . .



Jubilee slouches in the settee
He losing all will to move
He gone divvy too much telly
He watching 24 hours of rubbish
He got butane he got plastic bags
His eyes are going square oh yeah
He no raver just anti social
He not going to cut his hair

He dresses incorrectly
No-one told him seventeen
He not mean enough
He dresses incorrectly
No-one told him seventeen
He not keen on being like anyone else

Jubilee's dad, Billy Banker
Thinks his son's a slob
He should get out more stop scabbing
He really should go and get a job

He dresses incorrectly
No-one told him seventeen
He not mean enough
He dresses incorrectly
No-one told him where to go
But he just don't get out enough
He dresses incorrectly
No-one told him talk to girls
But he's just too spotty
He dresses incorrectly...
No-one told him seventeen
He not keen on being liked by anyone else
So he just plays on his computer game

He dresses incorrectly
No-one told him seventeen
He not mean enough
He dresses incorrectly
No-one told him where to go
But he just don't get out enough
He dresses incorrectly
No-one told him talk to girls
But he's just too spotty
He dresses incorrectly
No-one told him seventeen
He not keen on being liked
Anyone he's not being like
Anyone Jubilee's not like

. . .




A fervoured image of another world
Is nothing in particular now
And imitation comes naturally
But I never really stopped to think how
And everyone is a clever clone
A chrome coloured clone am I
So in the abscence of a way of life
Just repeat this again and again...and again
Hey, hey come out tonight
Hey, hey come out tonight
Popscene, all right

I'm leaving town to run away
Right into your twisted arms
No queues and there's no panic there
Just dangling your feet in the grass
My lack of natural luster now
Seems to be losing me friends
So in the abscence of a way of life
Just repeat this again and again...and again
Hey, hey come out tonight
Hey, hey come out tonight
Popscene!

Hey, hey come out tonight
Hey, hey come out tonight
Popscene, all right
Hey, hey come out tonight
Hey, hey come out tonight
Popscene!


. . .



She said there's ants in the carpet
Dirty like monsters
Eating all the morsels
Picking up the rubbish
Give her effervescence
She needs a little sparkle
Good morning TV
You're looking so healthy

We all say
Don't want to be alone
We wear the same clothes
'Cos we feel the same
And kiss with dry lips
When we say goodnight
End of the century... oh, it's nothing special

Sex on the TV
Everybody's at it
And the mind gets dirty
As you get closer to thirty
Gives her a cuddle
Glowing in a huddle
Good night TV
You're all made up
And you know that

We all say
Don't want to be alone
We wear the same clothes
'Cos we feel the same
And kiss with dry lips
When we say goodnight
End of the century... oh, it's nothing special

Can you eat her? Yes you can

We all say
Don't want to be alone
We wear the same clothes
'Cos we feel the same
And kiss with dry lips
When we say goodnight
End of the century... oh, it's nothing special
We all say
Don't want to be alone
We wear the same clothes
'Cos we feel the same
And kiss with dry lips
When we say goodnight
End of the century... oh, it's nothing special
Oh, end of a century, oh
It's nothing special

. . .



(Tracy Jacks) works in civil service
(Tracy Jacks) it's steady employment
(Tracy Jacks) is a golfing fanatic
(Tracy Jacks) but his putt is erratic
(Tracy Jacks) saw a Harley Street doctor
(Tracy Jacks) who prescribed healthy living
(Tracy Jacks) but he's getting past forty
(Tracy Jacks) and all the seams are splitting

Everyday he got closer
He knew in his heart he was over
I'd love to stay here and be normal
But it's just so overrated

(Tracy Jacks) left home without warning
(Tracy Jacks) at five in the morning
(Tracy Jacks) got on the first train to Walton
(Tracy Jacks) and stood on the seafront
(Tracy Jacks) laughing, threw his clothes in the water
(Tracy Jacks) and ran around naked
(Tracy Jacks) got stopped by the police
(Tracy Jacks) and escorted back home

Everyday he got closer
He knew in his heart he was over
I'd love to stay here and be normal
But then it's just so overrated

Tracy Jacks
Tracy Jacks
Tracy Jacks
Tracy Jacks

And then it happened on a Tuesday morning
Tracy Jacks bulldozed down the house he lived in
Saying it's just so overrated

Tracy Jacks
Tracy Jacks
Tracy Jacks
Tracy Jacks

Everyday he got closer
He knew in his heart he was over
I'd love to stay here and be normal
But it was always overrated

. . .



Oh, Mr Robinson
And his quango
Dirty dealer
Expensive car
Runs the buses and the Evening Star
He got a hairpiece
Ooh, he got herpes
His private life is very discreet
A nicer man, no, you're never gonna meet

He's the self-confessed saviour of the dim right wing
He got respiratory problems and a mason's ring

Oh, Mr Robinson
And his quango
Drinks with generals and county wives
The family business is doing alright
They're doing tangos
Down in the quangos
He makes them tick
Ooh, he makes them tock
And if you don't fit
He put you in the dock

He just sits in his leather chair and twiddles his thumb
Gets his secretary in and pinches her bum

He ran into the toilets in the town hall
He got his biro out and wrote on the wall
"I'm wearing black French knickers under my suit
I've got stocking and suspenders on
I'm feeling rather loose"

Ooh, I'm a naughty boy
Ooh, I'm a naughty, naughty boy

. . .



All these dirty words
(Jusqu'a la fin)
They make us look so dumb
(En plein soleil)
Been drinking far too much
(Jusqu'a la fin)
And neither of us mean what we say
(En plein amour)

Well you and I
Collapsed in love
And it looks like we might have made it, yes
It looks like we've made it to the end

What happened to us
(Jusqu'a la fin)
Soon it will be gone forever
(En plein soleil)
Infatuated only with ourselves
(Jusqu'a la fin)
And neither of us can think straight anymore
(En plein amour)

Well you and I
Collapsed in love
And it looks like we might have made it, yes
It looks like we've made it to the end
When you and I
Collapsed in love
Well it looks like we might have made it, yes
It looks like we've made it to the end

(En plein amour)
You and I
We just collapsed in love
Collapsed in love
And it looks like we might have made it, yes
It looks like we've made it to the end

(En plein soleil)

. . .



They stumbled into their lives
In a vague way became man and wife
One got the other
They deserved one another
They settled in a brand new town
With people from the same background
They kept themselves busy
Long hours left them dizzy
Now when
He's in
She's out

All you ever do is fade away
All you ever do is fade away
He's not making plans
'Cos now they understand
All you ever do is fade away

He noticed he had visible lines
She worried about her behind
Their birth had been the death of them
It didn't really bother them
Now when
She's in
He's out

All you ever do is fade away
All you ever do is fade away
She's not making plans
'Cos now she understands
All you ever do is fade away
When he's in
She's...

All you ever do is fade away
All you ever do is fade away
They're not making plans
'Cos now they understand
He must learn to forget
'Cos this is all you'll ever get
All you ever do is fade away


. . .



Churchill
Got his lucky number
Tomorrow there's another
Could be me
Could be you
No silver spoon
Sticky teeth, they rot too soon
You've got to have the best tunes
Or that's it
You've blown it

All we want is to be happy
In our homes like happy families
Be the man on the beach with the world at his feet
Yes, it could be you

The likely lads
(Likely lads)
Are picking up the uglies
Yesterday they were just puppies
Beery slurs
Now life's a blur
Telly addicts
You should see them at it
Getting in a panic
Will we be there
Trafalgar Square?

All we want is to be happy
In our homes like happy families
Be the man on the beach with the world at his feet
Yes, it could be you
Could be me
Could be you
Should be me
Should be you
Could be

But don't worry
(Don't worry)
If it's not your lucky number
'Cos tomorrow there's another
Could be you

. . .



The suburbs they are dreaming
They're a twinkle in her eye
She's been feeling frisky since her husband said goodbye
She wears a low cut T-shirt
Runs a little B&B
She's most accomodating when she's in her lingerie
Wife-swapping is your future
You know that it would suit ya

Yes
They're stereotypes
There must be more to life
All your life you're dreaming
And then you
Stop dreaming
From time to time you know you should be
Going on another bender

The suburbs they are sleeping
But he's dressing up tonight
She likes a man in uniform
He likes to wear it tight
They're on the lovers' sofa
They're on the patio
And when the fun is over
Watch themselves on video
The neighbours may be staring
But they are just past caring

Yes
There must be more to life
Than stereotypes
All your life you're dreaming
And then you
Stop dreaming
From time to time you know
You should go on another bender

Yes
The stereotypes
There must be more to life
All your life you're dreaming
And then you
Stop dreaming
Time to time you know
You should be going on another bender
Yes
There must be more to life
Than stereotypes
All your life you're dreaming
And then you
Stop dreaming
From time to time you know
You should go on another bender

. . .



See her face
Everyday
See her face
Doesn't help me
See her face
Everyday
See her face
Doesn't help me

She's so high
She's so high
She's so high
I want to crawl all over her
She's so high
She's so high
She's so high
I want to crawl all over her

Think of her
Everyday
Think of her
Doesn't help me
Think of her
Everyday
Think of her
Doesn't help me

She's so high
She's so high
She's so high
I want to crawl all over her
She's so high
She's so high
She's so high
I want to crawl all over her

She doesn't help me
She doesn't help me
She doesn't help me

She's so high
She's so high
She's so high
I want to crawl all over her
She's so high
She's so high
She's so high
I want to crawl all over her

. . .



Street's like a jungle
So call the police
Following the herd
Down to Greece
On holiday -
Love in the 90's
Is paranoid
On sunny beaches
Take your chances looking for

Girls who are boys
Who like boys to be girls
Who do boys like they're girls
Who do girls like they're boys
Always should be someone you really love (x2)

Avoiding all work
Because there's none available
Like battery thinkers
Count your thoughts on 1 2 3 4 5 fingers
Nothing is wasted
Only reproduced
Get nasty blisters
Du bist sehr sch?n
But we haven't been introduced

Girls who are boys
Who like boys to be girls
Who do boys like they're girls
Who do girls like they're boys
Always should be someone you really love (x2)

Looking for

Girls who are boys
Who like boys to be girls
Who do boys like they're girls
Who do girls like they're boys
Always should be someone you really love.... (x4)

. . .


(Food processors are great!)

It's six o'clock on the dot and I'm half way home
I feel foul mouthed as I stand and wait for the underground
And a nervous disposition doesn't agree with this
I need something to remind me that there's something else

You need a holiday, somewhere in the sun
With all the people who are waiting, there never seems to be one
Say something, say something else
Say something, say something else

Advertisements are here for rapid persuasion
If you stare too long you lose your appetite
A nervous disposition doesn't agree with this
You need fast relief from aches and stomach pains

I need a holiday, somewhere in the sun
With all the people who are waiting, there never seems to be one
Say something, say something else
Say something, say something else

1....2....3....4....5....6....7....8....9....10....11....
12....13....14....15....16

(You can have it on the rates [?]...
...Yes. Ladies and Gentlemen. A one week only special offer.)

You need a holiday, somewhere in the sun
With all the people who are waiting, there never seems to be one
Say something, say something else
Go on!
Say something, say something else
Say something, say something else
Say something, say something else

. . .

Intermission

[No lyrics]

. . .



Grandma's got new dentures
To eat the crust on pizza
Been taken out by her daughter
Because she thought she ought'a
The kids are eating snickers
Because they're so delicious
Then there's sticky fingers
And mother loses her knickers

Bank holiday comes six times a year
Days of enjoyment to which everyone cheers
Bank holiday comes with a six pack of beer
....then its back to work A.G.A.I.N.

Bar-b-que is cooking
Sausages and chicken
The patio is buzzing
The neighbours they are looking
John is down the fun pub
Drinking lots of lager
Girls and boys are on the game
And all the high streets look the same

Bank holiday comes six times a year
Days of enjoyment to which everyone cheers
Bank holiday comes with a six pack of beer
....then its back to work A.G.A.I.N.

Back to work A.G.A.I.N.

Bank holiday comes six times a year
Days of enjoyment to which everyone cheers
Bank holiday comes with a six pack of beer
....then its back to work A.G.A.I.N.

Bank Holiday!

. . .



He's a twentieth century boy
With his hands on the rails
Trying not to be sick again
And holding on for tomorrow
London ice cracks on a seamless line
He's hanging on for dear life
So we hold each other tightly
And hold on for tomorrow

Singing
La la, la la la
La la la la la la la la (x3)
Holding on for tomorrow
...oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...

She's a twentieth century girl
With her hands on the wheel
Trying not to make him sick again
Seeing what she can borrow
London's so nice back in your seamless rhymes
But we're we're lost on the Westway
So we hold each other tightly
And hold on for tomorrow

Singing
La la, la la la
La la la la la la la la (x3)
Holding on for tomorrow

Trying not to be sick again
And holding for tomorrow
She's a twentieth century girl
Hanging on for dear life
So we hold each other tightly
And hold on for tomorrow

Singing
La la, la la la
La la la la la la la la (x3)
Holding on for tomorrow

Jim stops and gets out the car,
goes to a house in Emperor's gate,
Through the door and to his room,
Then he puts the TV on,
Turns it off and makes some tea,
Says Modern Life Is Rubbish I'm
Holding on for tomorrow,
Then Susan comes into the room,
She's a naughty girl with a lovely smile,
Says let's take a drive to Primrose Hill,
It's windy there and the view's so nice,
London ice can freeze your toes
Like anyone I suppose
I'm
Holding on for tomorrow..


. . .



(So the story begins)

City dweller
Successful fella
Thought to himself:
"Oops, I've got a lot of money
Caught in a rat race
Terminally
I'm a professional cynic
But my heart's not in it
I'm paying the price of living life at the limit
Caught up in the century's anxiety"
Yes, it preys on him
He's getting thin

(Try the simple life)

He lives in a house
A very big house
In the country
Watching afternoon repeats
And the food he eats
In the country
He takes all manner of pills
And piles up analyst bills
In the country
Oh, it's like an animal farm
That's the rural charm
In the country

He's got morning glory and life's a different story
Everything's going Jackanory
Touched with his own mortality
He's reading Balzac, knocking back Prozac
It's a helping hand that makes you feel wonderfully bland
Oh, it's a century's remedy
For the faint at heart
A new start

(Try the simple life)

He lives in a house (Blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don't know why)
A very big house
In the country
He's got a fog in his chest
So he needs a lot of rest
In the country
He doesn't drink, smoke, laugh (Blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don't know why)
Takes herbal baths
In the country
You should come to no harm
On the animal farm
In the country

Blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don't know why
Blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don't know why

He lives in a house (Blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don't know why)
A very big house
In the country
Watching afternoon repeats
And the food he eats
In the country
He takes all manner of pills (Blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don't know why)
And piles up analyst bills
In the country
Oh, it's like an animal farm
That's the rural charm
In the country
He lives in a house (Blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don't know why)
A very big house
In the country
He's got a fog in his chest
So he needs a lot of rest
In the country
He doesn't drink, smoke, laugh (Blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don't know why)
Takes herbal baths
In the country
You should come to no harm
On the animal farm
In the country
Ooh la la la....


. . .


And into the sea
Goes pretty England and me
Around the Bay of Biscay
And back for tea
Hit traffic on the Dogger bank
Up the Thames to find a taxi rank
Sail on by with the tide
And go asleep
And the radio says

This is a low
But it won't hurt you
When you're alone it will be there with you
Finding ways to stay solo

On the Tyne, Forth and Cromarty
There's a low in the High Forties
Saturday's locked away on the pier
Not fast enough dear
And on the Malin Head
Blackpool looks blue and red
And the queen, she's gone round the bend
Jumped off Land's End
And the radio says

This is a low
But it won't hurt you
When you are alone it will be there with you
Finding ways to stay solo

This is a low
But it won't hurt you
When you are alone it will be there with you
This is a low
But it won't hurt you
When you are alone it will be there with you

. . .

Supa Shoppa

[No lyrics]

. . .



This is my work place
And these are the people
I work with
Yuko and Hiro
We work together
We work for the company
That looks to the future
We work hard to please them
They will protect us

I never see you
We're never together
I'll love you forever

I drink in the evenings
It helps with relaxing
I can't sleep without drinking
We drink together
From Monday to Saturday
I go to my workplace
But on Sunday
We're together
Yuko and Hiro

I never see you
We're never together

. . .



Moscow's still red
The young man's dead
Gone to heaven instead
The evening news
Says he was confused
The motorways will all merge soon
Lottery winner buys the moon
They've come to save us
The space invaders

(...are here)

He thought of cars
And where
Where to drive them
And who to drive them with
But there
There was no-one
No-one

There's panic at London Heathrow
Everybody wants to go
Up into the blue
But there's a ten year queue
Columbia is in top gear
It shouldn't snow this time of year
America's shot
She's gone and done the lot

He thought of planes
And where
Where to fly to
And who to fly there with
But there
There was no-one
No-one

He thought of cars
And where
Where to drive them
And who to drive them with
But there
There was no-one
No-one

. . .



Primal, evil what am I
Tongue-tied 'til the day I die
There's no love made mermaids
It's just distraction or so they

And I'm too tired to care about it
Can't you see this in my face, my face

When I feel this strange can I go through this again?
When I feel this strange can I go through this again?

It's a sorry state you're getting in
The same excuse is wearing thin
There's no self control left in me
What was not will never will be

And I'm too tired to care about it
Can't you see this in my face, my face

When I feel this strange can I go through this again?
When I feel this strange can I go through this again?
(....Or am I just coping?)

And I'm too tired to care about it
Can't you see this in my face
The emphisis on coping
Can't you see this in my face, my face

When I feel this strange can I go through this again?
When I feel this strange can I go through this again? (x2)
(Can I be dreaming?...Or am I just coping?)

. . .



Who maddest one on the M1
Who hasn't stopped sucking his thumb
Who very straight and never grins
Who cares what car he's driving in

He is because he saw it on a commercial break
And if he doesn't get what he wants
Then he get a headache
'Cos he needs it
Wants it
Almost
Loves it
He's here on his own
On globe alone
Here on his own

Who joined health club to glisten
Into hi-fi precision
Who mobile phone gives him the bone
Who very keen on Sharon Stone
And then he says....

'Cos he saw it on a commercial break
And if he doesn't get what he wants
Then he get a headache
'Cos he needs it
Wants it
Almost
Loves it
He's here on his own
On globe alone
Here on his own
On globe alone
La la la lone

(And he then he said)

Who eats at the new brasserie
Who only ever gets merry
Who wouldn't be seen at bedtime
Without putting Calvin Klein's on

'Cos he saw it on a commercial break
And if he doesn't get what he wants
Then he get a headache
'Cos he needs it
Wants it
Almost
Loves it
He's here on his own
On globe alone
He's here on his own
On globe alone
Here on his own

. . .



(Shouting in reverse)
Confidence is a preference for the habitual voyeur of what is known as (parklife)
And morning soup can be avoided if you take a route straight through what is known as
(parklife)
John's got brewers droop he gets intimidated by the dirty pigeons they love a bit of it
(parklife)
Who's that gut lord marching... you should cut down on your porklife mate... get some
exercise

All the people
So many people
They all go hand in hand
Hand in hand through their parklife

Know what I mean
I get up when I want except on wednesdays when I get rudely awakened by the dustmen
(parklife)
I put my trousers on, have a cup of tea and I think about leaving the house (parklife)
I feed the pigeons I sometimes feed the sparrows too
it gives me a sense of enormous well being (parklife)
And then i'm happy for the rest of the day safe in the knowledge
there will always be a bit of my heart devoted to it (parklife)

All the people
So many people
They all go hand in hand
Hand in hand through their parklife

Parklife (parklife)
Parklife (parklife)

It's got nothing to do with vorsprung durch technic you know
And it's not about you joggers who go round and round and round
Parklife (parklife)

All the people
So many people
They all go hand in hand
Hand in hand through their parklife
All the people
So many people
They all go hand in hand
Hand in hand through their parklife

. . .



This is the next century
Where the Universal's free
You can find it anywhere
Yes, the future's been sold
Every night we're gone
And to karaoke songs
How we like to sing along
'Though the words are wrong

It really, really, really could happen
Yes, it really, really, really could happen
When the days they seem to fall through you
Well, just let them go

No-one here is alone
Satellite's in every home
Yes, the Universal's here
Here for everyone
Every paper that you read
Says tomorrow's your lucky day
Well, here's your lucky day

It really, really, really could happen
Yes, it really, really, really could happen
If the days they seem to fall through you
Well, just let them go

(Just let them go....)

. . .


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