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Suede
Suede


Background information
Origin London, England
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Britpop
Years active 1989—2003
Label(s) Columbia Records
Associated acts Brett Anderson
The Tears
McAlmont and Butler
Elastica
Futon
Website Website
Members
Brett Anderson
Neil Codling
Simon Gilbert
Richard Oakes
Mat Osman
Former members
Bernard Butler
Justine Frischmann
Alex Lee



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Suede Album


Coming Up (1996)
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Oh maybe maybe it's the clothes we wear,
The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair,
Maybe it's our kookiness,
Oh maybe maybe it's our nowhere towns,
Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds,
Maybe it's our cheapness,
We're trash, you and me
We're the litter on the breeze,
We're the lovers on the streets,
Just trash, me and you,
It's in everything we do, it's in everything we do
Or maybe maybe it's the things we said,
The words we heard and the music we play,
Maybe it's our sweetness,
Oh maybe maybe it's the times we've had,
The lazy days and the crazes and the fads,
Maybe it's our cheapness,
But we're trash, you and me,
We're the litter on the breeze,
We're the lovers on the streets,
Just trash, me and you,
It's in everything we do,
It's in everything we do




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Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car, it looks so easy,
Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car tonight,
Filmstar, giving it class, living it fast, it looks so easy
Filmstar, giving it class, living it fast tonight,
What to believe in, it's impossible to say?
What to believe in when they change your name,
wash your brain, play the game again, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Filmstar, elegance, a terylene shirt it looks so easy,
Filmstar, an elegant sir in a terylene shirt tonight,
Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car, it looks so easy,
Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car tonight
What to believe in, it's impossible to say?
What to believe in when they change your name,
wash your brain, play the game again,
Yeah, yeah, yeah...


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Here they come, with their make up on,
As lovely as the clouds come and see them,
Boys and girls and their mums and their words,
And their romances and jobs and their sons
Barking mad kids, lonely dads,
Who drug it up to give it some meaning,
From the raves and the council estates,
They're reminding us there's things to be done
But you and me, all we want to be is lazy
You and me, so lazy
Here they come, gone 7 am,
getting satellites and sky getting cables,
Bills and Bens and their mums and their friends,
Who just really really want to be loved,
Uncle Teds and their legendary vests,
Helping out around the disabled,
From the flats and the maisonettes,
They're reminding us there's things to be done
But you and me, all we want to be is lazy
You and me, so lazy
You and me, all we want to be is lazy
You and me, so lazy
You and me, all we want to be is lazy
You and me, so lazy
It's you and me, it's you and me, it's you and me


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She can walk out anytime, anytime she wants to walk out, that's fine,
She can walk out anytime, anytime she feels that life has passed her by,
And when I start my new life I won't touch the ground,
I'm gonna try hard this time not to touch the ground.
He can walk out anytime, anytime he wants to walk out, that's fine,
He can walk out anytime, across the sand, into the sea, into the brine,
And when I start my new life I won't touch the ground,
I'm gonna try hard this time not to touch the ground.
So we sold the car and quit the job
and shook some hands and wiped the make-up right off,
And we said our good-byes to the bank
left Seven Sisters for a room in a seaside shack,
And when I start my new life I won't touch the ground,
I'm gonna try hard this time not to touch the ground...
...it's by the sea we'll breed
...into the sea we'll bleed...


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She, walking like a killer,
She, another night another pillow.
Nowhere places, nowhere faces, no one wants to see,
No education, it's the arse of the nation,
She is bad, she is bored, she is bony, she is...
She, sh-shaking up the karma,
She, "injecting marijuana",
Nowhere places, nowhere faces, no one wants to see,
No education it's the arse of the nation,
She is bad, she is bored, she is bony, she is...
she...
Nowhere faces, nowhere places, no one wants to be,
No stimulation in this privatisation,
She is bad, she is bored, she is bony, she is she.



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High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine
shaking their bits to the hits,
Drag acts, drug acts, suicides, in your dad's suite you hide
staining his name again,
Cracked up, stacked up, 22, psycho for sex and glue
lost it to Bostik, yeah.
Shaved heads, rave heads, on the pill, got too much time too kill
get into bands and gangs.
Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the
beautiful ones
loved up, Doved up, hung around, stoned in a lonely town
shaking their meat to the beat,
High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine
shaking their bits to the hits,
Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the
beautiful ones.
You don't think about it,
You don't do without it,
because you're beautiful,
And if your baby's going crazy
that's how you made me,
la, la, la, la....


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She's star, starcrazy, electric-shock-bog-brush-hair,
Flat on her back in the 80's, in the 90's going nowhere,
Star, starcrazy, got a kicking transistor inside,
A heavy metal stutter that brains me,
and an electric love in her eyes,
Oh, she don't want education,
She got nothing to say,
She got no imagination (so they say)
Why does she feel this way?
Cos she's star, starcrazy,
getting stupid on the streets tonight,
and shaking like a mechanical thing
with an electric love in her eyes,
Oh, she don't want education,
She got nothing to say,
She got no imagination (so they say)
So why does she feel this way?



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I'm so sorry to hear about the news,
Don't you worry,
I'll buy us a bottle and we'll drink in the petrol fumes,
I'm so sorry to hear about your world,
Don't you worry,
There's a gap in the fence down by the nature reserve,
Hey, such a lovely day, such a lovely day,
Such fun, looking at the lovers in a lay-by with my little one.
I'm so sorry to hear the news today,
Don't you worry,
There's been a speeding disaster so we'll go we'll go to the motorway,
I'm so sorry to hear about the scene,
Don't you worry,
Just put on your trainers and get out of it with me,
Hey, such a lovely day, such a lovely day,
Such fun, looking at the lovers in a lay-by with my little one,
Hey, such a lovely day, such a lovely day,
Such fun, looking at the lorries in the litter with my lovely one,
We could go dancing, we could go walking,
We could go shopping, we could keep talking,
We could go drinking, we could sit thinking,
We could go speeding, or we could go dreaming, see? Oh hey...


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And maybe we're just kids who've grown, and maybe not,
And maybe when we're on our own, we don't have much,
But oh, we are young and not tired of it,
Oh, we are young and easily lead,
Oh, with all the kids getting out of their heads.
Oh, Class A, Class B, is that the only chemistry?
Oh, Class A, Class B, is that the only chemistry
between us?
And maybe maybe we're just Streatham trash,
and maybe not,
And maybe we're just capital flash in a stupid love,
But oh, we are young and not tired of it,
Oh we are young and easily lead,
Oh, by all the kids getting out of our heads,
Oh, Class A, Class B, is that the only chemistry?
Oh, Class A, Class B, is that the only chemistry
between us?


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Today, she's been working, she's been talking, she's been smoking,
but it'll be alright,
Cos tonight we'll go dancing, we'll go laughing, we'll get car sick,
and it'll be okay like everyone says, it'll be alright and ever so nice,
We're going out tonight, out and about tonight.
Oh, whatever makes her happy on a Saturday night,
Oh, whatever makes her happy, whatever makes it alright.
Today, she's been sat there, sat there in a black chair, office furniture,
but it'll be alright,
Cos tonight we'll go drinking we'll do silly things,
and never let the winter in,
And it'll be okay like everyone says, it'll be alright and ever so nice,
We're going out tonight, out and about tonight,
Oh, whatever makes her happy on a Saturday night,
Oh, whatever makes her happy, whatever makes it alright.
...we'll go to peepshows and freak shows,
We'll go to discos, casinos,
We'll go where people go and let go...
...oh whatever makes her happy...


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