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Stereophonics
Stereophonics


Background information
Origin Cwmaman, Mid Glamorgan, Wales
Genre(s) Post-Britpop
Indie Rock
Alternative Rock
Rock
Years active 1992—present
Label(s) V2 Records
Website Website
Members
Kelly Jones
Richard Jones
Javier Weyler
Adam Zindani
Former members
Stuart Cable



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Stereophonics Album


Decade In The Sun: The Best of Stereophonics (11/10/2008)
11/10/2008
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Thinking ‘bout thinking of you
So much I think it’s June.
Yeah, think it was June.
Lay about hang on the grass,
You gonna be having some laughs,
Yeah, having some laughs.
You made me feel like the one,
Made me feel like the one, your one.
You made me feel like the one,
Made me feel like the one, your one.

Drinking by drinking for two,
Drinking with you, when drinking was new.
Slipping in the back of my car,
We never went far, you took it far.
You made me feel like the one,
Made me feel like the one, your one.
You made me feel like the one,
Made me feel like the one, your one.

I don’t know where we are going now.
I don’t know where we are going now.

Wake up cold coffee and juice,
Remembering you, what happened to you?
I wonder if we’ll meet again?
Talk about life’s little spin, talk about why did it end.
You made me feel like the one,
Made me feel like the one, your one.
You made me feel like the one,
Made me feel like the one, your one.

I don’t know where we are going now.
I don’t know where we are going now.

So take a look at me now.
So take a look at me now.
So take a look at me now.
So take a look at me now.
So take a look at me now.
So take a look at me now.
So take a look at me now.
So take a look at me now.
Take a look at me now.
So take a look at me now.
So take a look at me now.
So take a look at me now.
So take a look at me now.
So take a look at me now.
So take a look at me now.
So take a look at me now.
So take a look at me now.
Now.


. . .



When you think about it,
He's watching every word you say, hey, dazed.
And when he's sussed you out
He calls her up and out she comes and hustles us

Long digging, gone fishing, love drinking

The bartender and the thief are lovers,
Steal what they need like sisters and brothers,
Met in a church a night to remember,
Robbing the graves of bodies dismembered

He watched the lesbian talk,
She kissed and groaped but mostly talked in lust, crushed
He couldn't make the call,
His eyes were gripped on licking tongues,
Enough's enough, failed for once

Long digging, gone fishing, love drinking

The bartender and the thief are lovers,
Steal what they need like sisters and brothers,
Met in a church a night to remember,
Robbing the graves of bodies dismembered

Long digging, gone fishing, love drinking

The bartender and the thief are lovers
Steal what they need like sisters and brothers,
Met in a church a night to remember,
Robbing the graves of bodies dismembered,
Saved what they stole to meet at the alter,
Place where they first set eyes on each other,
Flew to the sun to start life all over,
Set up a bar and robbed all the locals

. . .



There's things I want,
There's things I think I want,
There's things I have,
There's things I wanna have,
Do I want the dreams?
The ones were forced to see?

Do I want the perfect wife?
The word perfect, ain't quite right
Shopping every day, take it back the next break,
They say the more you fly,
The more you risk your life

I'm just looking,
I'm not buying,
I'm just looking,
Keeps me smiling

A house I've seen,
Another coulda' been,
You drenched my head,
And said what I said,
You said that life is what you make of it,
Yet most of us just fake

I'm just looking,
I'm not buying,
I'm just looking,
Keeps me smiling

I'm just looking,
I'm not buying,
ooh, I'm just looking,
Keeps me trying

I'm just looking,
I'm not buying,
ooh, I'm just looking,
Keeps me smiling

There's things I want,
There's things I think I want,
There's things I have,
There's things I wanna have,
They say the more you fly,
The more you risk your life
Well I'm just looking,
I'm not buying,
I'm just looking,
Keeps me smiling

. . .



Ba badada ba ba babadub,
Ba badada ba ba babadub,
Ba badada ba ba babadub,
Ba badada ba ba babadub,

San Francisco bay, past pier thirty nine,
Early p.m. can't remember what time,
Got the waiting cab, stopped at the red light,
Address unsure of, but it turned out just right,

It started straight off, "coming here is hell"
That's his first words, we asked what he meant,
He said "where ya' from?" we told him our lot,
"When ya' take a holiday, is this what you want?"

So have a nice day,
Have a nice day,
Have a nice day,
Have a nice day,

Lie around all day, having drink to chase,
"Yourself and tourists yeah, that's what I hate",
He said "we're going wrong, we've all become the same,
We dress the same ways, only our accents change",

So have a nice day,
Have a nice day,
Have a nice day,
Have a nice day, 

Heeeeeeeeeeeyyyy,
Heeeeeeeeeeeyyyy,

Ba badada ba ba babadub,
Ba badada ba ba babadub,

Swim in the ocean, that be my dish,
I drive around all day, and kill processed fish,
Its all money gum, no artists anymore,
You're only in it now, to make more, more, more,

So have a nice day,
Have a nice day,
Have a nice day,
Have a nice day,
So have a nice day,
Have a nice day,
So have a nice day,
Have a nice day,
Have a nice day,
Have a nice day,
So have a nice day,
Have a nice day

. . .



There's no mistake, I smell that smell,
It's that time of year again, I can taste the air
The clock's go back, railway track,
Something blocks the line again,
And the train runs late for the first time,

A pebble beach, we're underneath,
A pier just been painted red
Where I hear the news for the first time

And all the friends lay down their flowers,
Sit on the banks and drink for hours
Talk of the way they saw him last,
Local boy in the photograph today

He'll always be twenty three,
Yet the train runs on and on,
Past the place they found his clothing
Bah bah bah bah bah
Bah bah bah, bah bah

There's no mistake, I smell that smell,
It's that time of year again, I can taste the air
The clock's go back, railway track,
Something blocks the line again,
And the train runs late for the first time today,

And all the friends lay down their flowers,
Sit on the banks and drink for hours
Talk of the way they saw him last,
Local boy in the photograph, today
He's gone away

. . .



I've been down and
I'm wondering why
These little black clouds
Keep walking around
With me
With me

It wastes time
And I'd rather be high
Think I'll walk me outside
And buy a rainbow smile
But be free
They're all free

So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home

I look around at a beautiful life
Been the upperside of down
Been the inside of out
But we breathe
We breathe

I wanna breeze and an open mind
I wanna swim in the ocean
Wanna take my time for me
All me

So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home

So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home

So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home

. . .


You don't know what it's been like
Meeting someone like you
You don't know what it's been like
Meeting someone like you

You look like Jesus on a aeroplane
Ya head's against the window pane
You got opinions but you ain't got news
You got good laughs but when it suits you
You turn it on like a leaking tap
And dripping dropping people drop of a hat
You gotta mouth but you ain't got guts
That drunken mouth you should keep it shut

You don't know what it's been like
Meeting someone like you
You don't know what it's been like
Meeting someone like you

Superman on a aeroplane
Sitting next to Lois Lane
You gotta that woman but you want her gone
So you can sleep with a teenage blonde
You wear a mask wear an armoured suit
Can't get to you with the gun I shoot
You play your cards close to your chest because ya
Poker face is a dreadry mess

You don't know what it's been like
Meeting someone like you
You don't know what it's been like
Meeting someone like you

You don't know what it's been like
Meeting someone like you
You don't know what it's been like
Meeting someone like you
Meeting someone like you
Meeting someone like you
Meeting someone like you
Meeting someone like you
Meeting someone like you
Meeting someone like ah ah ah aah
Ooh

Superman on a aeroplane
Sitting next to Lois Lane
You gotta that woman but you want her gone
So you can fuck a teenage blonde
You turn it on like a leaking tap
And dripping dropping people drop of a hat
You gotta mouth but you ain't got guts
That drunken mouth you should keep it shut

. . .



I've never been here before,
Didn't know where to go,
Never met you before,
I've never been to your home,
That smells not unknown,
Foot steps made of stone,
Walking feels familiar

You can do all the things that you like to do,
All around, underground, pick a part that's new,
You can do all the things that you like to do,
All around, upside down, pick a part that's new.

People drinking on their own,
Push buttons on the phone,
Was I here once before?
Is that my voice on the phone?
That last drink on my own,
Did I ever leave at all?
Confusions familiar

You can do all the things that you like to do,
All around, underground, pick a part that's new,
You can do all the things that you like to do,
All around, upside down, pick a part that's new.

You can do all the things that you like to do,
All around, underground, pick a part that's new,
You can do all the things that you like to do,
All around, upside down, anything that's new.
You can do all the things that you like to do,
All around, underground, pick a part that's new,
You can do all the things that you like to do,
All around, upside down, pick a part that's new.
So what's new to you?
What's new to you?
What's new to you?

. . .


I’ve just turned twenty six and cheerless twenty three
She was recruit to fix but nothing breached at me
We’d stay up all the night until the day was dead
I’ll get these feelings got inside my broken head

Wanna fly away
And change my ways

I’ll beat myself to death when she sits next to me
I wanna free myself from all this misery
I wanna taste the love but life’s against up me
But I am my own worst enemy

I try to get some sleep her arms are over me
I’m staring at the walls that closing in on me
There’s somebody through the blinds that watches over me
Today’s the day I turn myself to set me free

Wanna fly away
And change my ways

I’ll beat myself to death when she sits next to me
I wanna free myself from all this misery
I wanna taste the love but life’s against up me
But I am my own worst enemy

(Feel .. Wanna feel it .. wanna feel it .. wanna feel it . . . )

I wanna fly away
And change my ways

I’ll beat myself to death when she sits next to me
I wanna free myself from all this misery
I wanna taste the love but life’s against up me
But I am my own worst enemy

.. worst enemy
.. worst enemy
.. worst enemy !!!

. . .



Traveling through, a tunnel under sea,
You never know, if it cracks in half,
You're never ever gonna see me

But you can have it all if you like,
You can have it all if you like,
And you can pay for it the rest of your life... life...

I wouldn't believe your wireless radio,
If I had myself a flying giraffe,
You'd have one in a box with a window

But you can have it all if you like,
You can have it all if you like,
And you can pay for it the rest of your life... life...

Life in the summers on it's back,
You have to agree that that's the crack,
So take what you want,
I'm not coming back

So you can have it all if you like,
You can have it all if you like,
You can have it all if you like,
You can have it all if you like
And you can pay for it the rest of your life... life... life... life...

. . .


You fly with angel’s wings
You’ve got my blood in your veins
And your eyes see everything
And they shine like diamond rings

You’re my Sunday, Make my Monday come alive, Just like Tuesday you’re a new day, wakes me up, Wednesday’s raining, Thursday’s yearning, Friday nights, Then it all ends at the weekend, you’re my star

I die, I cave right in
But this fight you have to win
And your songs you love to sing
May your dream forever live

You’re my Sunday, Make my Monday come alive, Just like Tuesday you’re a new day, wakes me up, Wednesday’s raining, Thursday’s yearning, Friday nights, Then it all ends at the weekend, you’re my star

You’re my star, yes you are

its a thrill to see your imagination
just watching you is an education
what is in your mind is a facination
you blow my mind sets my heart a racing

You’re my Sunday, Make my Monday come alive, Just like Tuesday you’re a new day, wakes me up, Wednesday’s raining, Thursday’s yearning, Friday nights, Then it all ends at the weekend, you’re my star

. . .



You line them up, look at your shoes,
You hang names on your wall, then you shoot them all,
You fly around in planes that bring you down, to meet me,
Who loves you? like me crashing to the ground,

Are you so lonely? you don't even know me,
But you'd like to stone me,
Mr. Writer, why don't you tell it like it is?
Why don't you tell it like it really is?
Before you go on home,

I used to treat you right, give you my time,
But when I turned my back on you,
Then you do what you do,
You've just enough, in my own view, education to perform,
I'd like to shoot you all,

And then you go home, with you on your own,
What do you really know?
Mr. Writer, why don't you tell it like it is?
Why don't you tell it like it really is?
Before you go on home,

And then you go home, with you on your own,
What do you even know?
Mr. Writer, why don't you tell it like it really is?
Why don't you tell it like it always is?
Before you go on home,

Mr. Writer, why don't you tell it like it really is?
Why don't you tell it like it always is?
Before you go on home.

. . .



I'd Like to know what its all about, what's out there?
Am I gonna get old and laugh, about something?
Will I get me a boy or a girl? or not either?
Will I get what I want from this world? a day dreamer,
Then I watch the old couple dance,
Step on my old size nines and I'll take you round,

I'd like to know what you're all about, what's up there?
Are you gonna get old and laugh, without a care?,
Will you get you a boy or a girl? or not either?
Will you get what you want from this world? a day dreamer,
Then I watch the old couple dance,
Step on my old size nines and I'll take you round,

I'd like to know what you're all about, we all have done,
Am I gonna get old and laugh, with someone?
Think I'll get me a boy and a girl? or not either?
Will I get what I want from this world? a day dreamer,
Then I watch the old couple dance,
Step on my old size nines and I'll take you round,
Around,
Around,
Around,
Around,
Around,
Around, and round, and round, and around, and round, and round
Around, and round, and round, and around, and round

. . .


Ever dance with the devil baby? Oh no
Make my day
Do you feel lucky? Oh no
Tomorrow's another day
Can you walk on water maybe? Oh no
Turn water into wine?
Can I buy you a drink there lady? Oh no
Can you tell me another lie?

So be my Devil Angel
Be my shooting star
Be my Devil Angel
Be my shooting star

Have I seen you somewhere baby? Oh no
I need another line
Are you living the dream there lady? Oh no
Can I tell you what's inside?

So be my Devil Angel
Be my shooting star
Be my Devil Angel
Be my shooting star

Stop the car there baby! Oh no
You can't handle the truth
So what's the point then lady? Oh no
If ya can't stand to play and lose

So be my Devil Angel
Be my shooting star
So be my Devil Angel
Be my shooting star
Be my Devil Angel
Be my shooting star
Be my Devil Angel
Be my shooting star
Bye bye Angel
Be my Devil

. . .


Did we lose ourselves again?
Did we take in what’s been said?
Did we take the time to be,
all the things we said we’d be?
So we bury hopes in sand
And my future’s in my hands

It means nothing
It means nothing

You can find yourself apart
But you leave in which one you want
Coz they love you all the same
They just go by different names
Did ya fly your flag today?
Are you proud or just ashamed?

It means nothing
It means nothing
It means nothing
It means nothing
It means nothing
If I haven’t got you
If I haven’t got you
If I haven’t got you
If I haven’t got you

The sun sets in the sky
You’re the apple of my eye
If the bomb goes off again
Blows my brain around the train
And I hope that I’m with you
Coz I wouldn’t know what to do

It means nothing
It means nothing
It means nothing
It means nothing
It means nothing
If I haven’t got you
If I haven’t got you
If I haven’t got you
If I haven’t got you

. . .



Standing at the bus stop with my shopping in my hands,
When I'm over hearing elder ladies as the rumours start to fly,
Hear them in the school yard, in the scrap yard, in the chip shop, 
In the phone box, In the pool hall, at the shoe stall every corner turned
around.

Started with the school girl who was running, 
Running home to her mum and dad
Told them she was playing in the change room of the local football side,
They said tell us again, she told them again,
Tell us the truth they found it hard to believe
Cause he taught our Steve, even trained me,
Taught Uncle John who's a father of three

It only takes one tree to make a thousand matches
Only takes one match to burn a thousand trees, thousand trees

You see it in the class room or the swimming pool,
Where the match stick men are made,
At the scouts hall at the football, where the wise we trust are paid,
We all honour his name, did a lot for the game,
Got his name knocked up above the sports ground gates,
Now they're ripping it down, stamping the ground,
Picture gather dust in the bar and the lounge

It only takes one tree to make a thousand matches
Only takes one match to burn a thousand trees, thousand trees

Wake up, smell the rain, shake up, he's back to stay,
Hasn't been on a holiday, growing seeds, don't believe why he's been away

In the school yard, change room, playing fields, bathroom, phone box, office
blocks
Corner's turned around, they keep doubting the flame, tossing the blame,
Got his name knocked up above the sports ground gates,
Now they're ripping it down,
stamping the ground picture gathers dust in the bar and the lounge

It only takes one tree to make a thousand matches
Only takes one match to burn a thousand trees
Thousand Trees
Thousand Trees
Thousand Trees

. . .



So, started with the immigration information bore,
You gotta know,
Gambling floor, and then to the s-tudio 54,
You gotta go,

Now we're leaving L.A.S. Vegas two times,
Crazy horse too spent us dry,
Vietnam Vet taxi ride,
L.A.S Vegas,

So, we parted at the ground floor,
Front door, car hire, room for four,
We gotta go,
Rambling slow, then to the L.A. Marquis,
All the imitation folk,
You gotta go,

Now we're leaving L.A.S. Vegas two times,
Crazy horse too spent us dry,
Vietnam Vet taxi ride,
L.A.S Vegas,

Leave, hoooo,
Leave, hoooo,
Leave, hoooo,
Leave, hoooo,

Now we're leaving L.A.S. Vegas two times,
Crazy horse too spent us dry,
Vietnam Vet taxi ride,
Come again, we'll make you fly,
Vietnam Vet taxi ride,
Crazy horse too spent us dry,
L.A.S Vegas two times

. . .



We all face the same way, still it takes all day,
I take a look to my left, pick out the worst and the best,
She paints her lip, greasy and thick, another mirror stare
And she's going where?

Another office affair? to kill an unborn scare?
You talk dirty to a priest? it makes them human at least,
But is she running away? to start a brand new day?
Or she going home? why's she driving alone?

Is anyone going anywhere?
Everyone gotta be somewhere

She got a body in the boot? or just bags full of food?
Those are models legs but are they women's are they men's?
She shouts down the phone, missed a payment on the loan,
She gotta be above the rest, keeping up with the best

Is anyone going anywhere?
Everyone gotta be somewhere

Waits tables for a crook? you wrote a hard back book? 
You teach kid's how to read? or sell your body on the street? 
A nurse without a job? another up-town snob?
But have I got you all wrong? one look and you were gone

Is anyone going anywhere?
Is anyone going anywhere?
Is anyone going anywhere?
Every one gotta be somewhere

. . .



I get camping eyes in the final hour,
Last minute shoppers picking cauliflower,
The fuss they make, you'd swear they were buying a car,

They always moan, moan it's not so cheap,
Cheaper still, cheaper still down the street,
Lose my rag and tell them take your bag and shop down there,
Closing down, they're closing down another road, 
One-way system steals the show,
Mac The Knife swigs a can and sings the day away

There's more life, more life, more life in a tramps vest
There's more life, more life, more life in a tramps vest

The flower man sits down in the street,
Surrounded by, stock he bought back last week
Bring back the ladies wearing lipstick on their teeth,
Make up, we make up a crappy joke,
Sit back, relax and have a smoke,
Mac The Knife swigs a can and sings the day away,

There's more life, more life, more life in a tramps vest
There's more life, more life, more life in a tramps vest
There's more life, more life, more life in a tramps vest
There's more life, more life, more life in a tramps vest

I get camping eyes in the final hour,
Last minute shoppers picking cauliflower,
Mac The Knife swigs a can and sings the day away

There's more life, more life, more life in a tramps vest
There's more life, more life, more life in a tramps vest
There's more life, more life, more life in a tramps vest
There's more life, more life, more life in a tramps vest

. . .



Ever seen a blind man cross the road,
Try'na make the other side,
Ever seen a young girl growing old,
Try'na to make herself a bride,
So what becomes of you my love,
When they have finally stripped you of,
The handbags and the gladrags,
That your poor old Granddad had to sweat to buy you,

Once I was a young man,
All I thought I had to do was smile,
You are still a young girl,
And you bought everything in style,
So once you think you're in, you're out,
'Cause you don't mean a single thing without,
The handbags and the gladrags,
That your poor old Granddad had to sweat to buy you,

Sing a song of six-pence for your sake,
And take a bottle full of rye,
Four and twenty blackbirds in a cake,
And bake them all in a pie,
They told me you missed school today,
So what I suggest you just throw them all away,
The handbags and the gladrags,
That your poor old Granddad had to sweat to buy you, 

They told me you missed school today,
So I suggest you just throw them all away,
The handbags and the gladrags,

. . .


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