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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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Midlife: A Beginner's Guide to Blur (06/15/2009)
06/15/2009
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Beetlebum, what you done?
She's a gun, now what you done?
Beetlebum
Get nothing done, you beetlebum
Just get numb, now what you done
Beetlebum
And when she lets me slip away
She turns me on and all my violence gone
Nothing is wrong, I just slip away
And I am gone
Nothing is wrong
She turns me on
I just slip away and I am gone
Beetlebum, because you're young
She's a gun, now what you done?
Beetlebum
She'll suck your thumb, she'll make you come
Cause she's your gun, now what you done?
Beetlebum
And when she lets me slip away
She turns me on and all my violence gone
Nothing is wrong, I just slip away
And I am gone
There's nothing wrong
She turns me on
I just slip away and I am...
He's on, he's on, he's on it
He's on, he's on, he's on it
He's on, he's on, he's on it

. . .



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)

. . .



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..


. . .



Do you feel like a chain store?
Practically floored
One of many zeros
Kicked around bored
Your ears are full but your empty
Holding out your heart
To people who never really
Care how you are

So give me Coffee and TV
History
I've seen so much
I'm going blind
And I'm braindead virtually
Sociability
It's hard enough for me
Take me away form this big bad world
And agree to marry me
So we can start all over again

Do you go to the country
It isn't very far
There's people there who will hurt you
Cos of who you are
Your ears are full of the language
There's wisdom there you're sure
'Til the words start slurring
And you can't find the door

So give me Coffee and TV
History
I've seen so much
I'm going blind
And I'm braindead virtually
Sociability
It's hard enough for me
Take me away form this big bad world
And agree to marry me
So we can start all over again

So give me Coffee and TV
History
I've seen so much
I'm going blind
And I'm braindead virtually
Sociability
It's hard enough for me
Take me away form this big bad world
And agree to marry me
So we can start all over again

Oh...we could start over again
Oh...we could start over again
Oh...we could start over again

. . .



Where's the love song to set us free
too many people down, everything turning the wrong way round

and I don't know what love will be
but if we stop dreaming now, lord know we'll never clear the clouds

and you've been so busy lately
that you haven't found the time
to open up your mind

and watch the world spinning gently out of time

Feel the sunshine on your face
It's in a computer now
gone are the future (?) way out in space

and you've been so busy lately
that you haven't found the time
to open up your mind
and watch the world spinning gently out of time


and you've been so busy lately
that you haven't found the time
to open up your mind
and watch the world spinning gently out of time
Tell me I'm not dreaming
but are we out of time

. . .



Air cushioned soles
I bought them on the Portbello Road on a Saturday
I stop and stare awhile
A common pastime when conversation goes astray

And don't think I'm walking out of this
She don't mind
Whatever I say, whatever I say
I don't really want to change a thing
I want to stay this way forever

Blue, blue jeans I wear them every day
There's no particular reason to change
My thoughts are getting banal, I can't help it
But I won't pull out hair another day

And don't think I'm walking out of this
She don't mind
Whatever I say, Whatever I say
I don't really want to change a thing
I want to stay this way forever
If you don't mind
Whatever I say, Whatever I say
I don't really want to change a thing
I want to stay this way forever

You know it's to be with you

Don't give up on me yet
Don't think I'm walking out of this
She don't mind
Whatever I say, Whatever I say
I don't really want to change a thing
I want to stay this way forever
If you don't mind
Whatever I say, Whatever I say
I don't really want to change a thing
I want to stay this way forever

You know it's to be with you


. . .



I got my head checked
By a jumbo jet
It wasn't easy
But nothing is, no
Whoo hoo!
Well I feel heavy metal
Whoo hoo!
And I'm pins and I'm needles
Whoo hoo!
Well I lie and I'm easy
All of the time and I'm never sure why I need you
Pleased to meet ya
I got my head done
When I was young
It's not my problem
It's not my problem
Whoo hoo!
Well I feel heavy metal
Whoo hoo!
And I'm pins and I'm needles
Whoo hoo!
Well I lie and I'm easy
All of the time and I'm never sure why I need you
Pleased to meet ya
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

. . .



I am an ex offender
They let me out in the summer
I think I was in a coma
I didn't know what to do
Oh no

You go hang around go round
I'll watch myself hang on
Look out for the Bugman
You go hang around around
I'll watch myself hang on
Look out for the Bugman

I got no sent of existence
I know the nodding dogs
I go out in the city
I stay away from the bugs
Oh yeah

You go hang around around
I watch myself hang on
Look out for the Bugman
You go hang around around
I watch myself hang on
Look out for the Bugman

The bu uh uh ug man

I go out in the city
I stay away from the bugs
Oh yeah
na na na na na oh oh...


. . .



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

. . .



The death of the party
Came as no surprise
Why did we bother
Should've stayed away
Another night
And I thought "Well, well"
Go to another party
And plant myself gently on the shelf
The death of a teenager
Standing on his own
Why did he bother
Should've slept alone
Another night
And I thought "Well, well"
Go to another party
And hang myself gently on the shelf

. . .



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....)

. . .



I can't feel 
"Cos I am numb 
I can't feel 
"Cos I am numb 
So what's the worth in all of this 
What's the worth in all of this 

Sing to me 

So what's the worth in all of this 
If the child in your head 
If the child is dead 


. . .


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

. . .



Tender is the night
Lying by your side
Tender is the touch
Of someone that you love too much
Tender is the day
The demons go away
Lord I need to find
Someone who can heal my mind

Come on, Come on, Come on
Get through it
Come on, Come on, Come on
Love's the greatest thing
Come on, Come on, Come on
Get through it
Come on, Come on, Come on
Love's the greatest thing
That we have
I'm waiting for that feeling
I'm Waiting for that feeling
Waiting for that feeling to come

Oh my baby
Oh my baby
Oh why
Oh my
x2

Tender is the ghost
The ghost I love the most
Hiding from the sun
Waiting for the night to come
Tender is my heart
I'm screwing up my life
Lord I need to find
Someone who can heal my mind

Come on, Come on, Come on
Get through it
Come on, Come on, Come on
Love's the greatest thing
Come on, Come on, Come on
Get through it
Come on, Come on, Come on
Love's the greatest thing
That we have
I'm waiting for that feeling
I'm Waiting for that feeling
Waiting for that feeling to come

Oh my baby
Oh my baby
Oh why
Oh my
x2

Come on, Come on, Come on
Get through it
Come on, Come on, Come on
Love's the greatest thing
Come on, Come on, Come on
Get through it
Come on, Come on, Come on
Love's the greatest thing
That we have
I'm waiting for that feeling
I'm Waiting for that feeling
Waiting for that feeling to come

Oh my baby
Oh my baby
Oh why
Oh my
x2

Tender is the night
Lying by your side
Tender is the touch
Of someone that you love too much
Tender is my heart you know
I'm screwing up my life
Oh Lord I need to find
Someone who can heal my mind

Come on, Come on, Come on
Get through it
Come on, Come on, Come on
Love's the greatest thing
Come on, Come on, Come on
Get through it
Come on, Come on, Come on
Love's the greatest thing
That we have
I'm waiting for that feeling
I'm Waiting for that feeling
Waiting for that feeling to come

Oh my baby
Oh my baby
Oh why
Oh my
x2

. . .



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

. . .



The pay-me girl has had enough of the bleeps
So she takes the bus into the country
Although she got herself rosy cheeks
She didn't leave enough money to pay the rent
The landlord says that she's out in a week
What a shame she was just getting comfy
Now she's eating chocolate to induce sleep
In a chemical world, It's very, very, very cheap

And I don't know about you
But they're putting the holes in, yes, yes
It's been a hell of a do
They've been putting the holes in, yes, yes

Peeping Thomas has a very nice view
Across the street at the exhibitionist
These townies they never speak to you
Just stick together so they never get lonely
Feeling lead, feeling quite light-headed
Had to sit down and have some sugary tea
In chemical world, in a chemical world
It's very, very, very cheap

And I don't know about you
But they're putting the holes in, yes, yes
It's been a hell of a do
They've been putting the holes in, yes, yes, yes

I don't know about you
But they're putting the holes in, yes, yes
It's been a hell of a do
They've been putting the holes in, yes, yes
And now she's found about you
But they're putting the holes in, yes, yes
Well I don't know about you
They've been putting the holes in, yes, yes

Until you can see right through
Until you can see right through
Until you can see right through

. . .



Waiting, got no time to hide in
the country got a hold of my soul
TV’s dead
And there aint no war in my head.. now
And you seem very beautiful to me

Sleeping, but my work’s not done
I could be lying on an atom bomb
I take care
Cos I know you’ll be there
You seem very beautiful to me

It’s the rest of my life
Just rolling and rolling
The picture in my pocket
Looks like you
It’s the rest of my life
Just rolling rolling rolling

. . .



(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

. . .


(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

. . .




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!


. . .



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

. . .



I got no style
I'll take my time
All those losers on the piss again
I dose dose away

That's just the way it is
That's just the way it is

I've got trimm trabb
Like the flash boys have
And I can't go back
Let it flow, let it flow
I sleep alone
I sleep alone

That's just the way it is
Just the way it is
Just the way it is
Just the way it is
Just the way it is
That's just the way it is

I got trimm trabb
Like the flash boys have
And I can't go back
Let it flow, let it flow
I sleep alone
I sleep alone...

. . .



So Far
I've not really stayed in touch
Well you knew as much
It's no surprise that today
I'll get up around two from a lack of anything to do

And I might as well just grin and bear it
Because it's not worth the trouble of an argument

And you
Not really stayed in touch
Well I knew as much
It's no surprise that today
I get up around two with nothing to do
Except get a touch of flu

And I might as well just grin and bear it
Because it's not worth the trouble of an argument
And in any case I'd rather wear it
It's like a badhead in the morning

I know

And I might as well grin and bear it
Because it's not worth the trouble of an argument
And in any case I'd rather wear it
It's like a badhead in the morning
And I might as well grin and bear it
Because it's not worth the trouble of an argument
And in any case I'd rather wear it
It's like a badhead in the morning

I know

. . .



All I want to be
Is washed out by the sea
No Death Star over me
Won't give me any peace
All I want is light relief
Put the crazies on the street
Give them guns and feed them meat
They'll shoot the Death Star down
Dig a hole and put it down
A thousand miles underground
They say it's no game
There's strange news from another star
I'm lost, I'm lost
There's strange news from another star
Give me all your stuff
Until I can't get up
Watch the whole world freeze
Counting tin cans in our sleep
Submarines are diving deep
I don't believe in me
I don't believe in me
All I've ever done is tame
Will you love me all the same
Will you love me though it's always the same
They say it's no game
There's strange news from another star
I'm lost, I'm lost
There's strange news from another star
From another star
From another star
From another star

. . .



This is a ballad for the good times
So put a battery in your leg
Put a rock beat on the record
and get it stuck there in your head
You can be with me

I've got nothing to rely on
I've broken every bone
Everybody's stopped believing
But you know you're not alone
You can be with me

This is a ballad for the good times
Another dignity we held
Don't get better ...........
and you ain't coming back
You can be with me
If you want to be

. . .


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