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The Bluetones
The Bluetones


Background information
Origin Hounslow, London, England
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Indie Rock
Britpop
Years active 1993—2011
Website Website
Members
Mark Morriss
Adam Devlin
Scott Morriss
Eds Chesters
Former members
Richard Payne



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The Bluetones Album


The Singles (2002)
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After Hours (bonus track)
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Pretty Ballerina (bonus track)
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Blue (bonus track)
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Blue Shadows (bonus track)
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That's Life (bonus track)
. . .



Sleep clouds disperse and settle on my bed
Leave my eyes but cling like cobwebs to my head
Its like the book I never read oh the dust inside my head

(chorus)
Can't be bought
And you can keep tommorow
Can't be saved
There ain't no flies on me
Can't be caught
The plague that ate your soul can keep away from me

Down the evening rain falls
Waltzing round my feet
Paints reflections of the houses on my street
Drawn out as the night draws in
By the sound of laughing
The smell of sin

(chorus)

Smile again for me
As if you're going to say
'Nothing could have done all this
And then gone away'
I may have just saved my life
On a childish whim
Or a pretty rhyme

(chorus)
x2


. . .



When I am sad and weary
When all my hope is gone
And i can't put my finger on the time things first went wrong
I have a little secret I like to tell myself
And until now i haven't told anybody else
You may not see things my way
Like my methods or my reasons
But you can't tell me that i'm wrong

(chorus)
Theres no heart you can't melt with a certain little smile
No challenge should be faced without a little charm and a lot of style
So don't put your faith in time She heals but doesn't change
And only a fool wont take the chance to stay the same

When I am sad and weary
When all my hope is gone
I walk around my house and think of you woth nothing on
I have a list of things I go over in my mind
When i can just sit right back and watch the world unwind
You may not see things my way
I don't care cos im not asking
But you can't tell me that i'm wrong
(chorus)X2


. . .



Where did you go?
When things went wrong for you?
When the knives came out for you?
Where did you go?
All you needed was a friend.
You just had to ask and then...

You don't have to have the solution, you've got to understand the problem.
And don't go hoping for a miracle.
All this will fade away.
So I'm coming home.
I'm coming home.

What did you learn?
Locked away all on your own, chance and your head all blown.
What did you learn?
It was unfortunate.
You missed your chance to find out that:

You don't have to have the solution, you've got to understand the problem.
And don't go hoping for a miracle.
All this will fade away.
So I'm coming home.
I'm coming home.

You don't have to have the solution, you've got to understand the problem.
And don't go hoping for a miracle, yeah.
All this will fade away.
So I'm coming home.
I'm coming home.
I'm coming home.

But just for a short while.


. . .



Seems like your'e always a million miles away
As far as I'm concerned thats where you can stay
But all the time I'm reminded

(chorus)
And all the time you remind me
Of blitz-kreig and the doodle bug
Salt upon a bubbling slug
You say I can talk to you anytime
Though I just wanna cut some rug
Turn yourself away and shrug
And say I can talk to you anytime
Anytime

Used to be a time we had a lot in common
Now as far as i can see you got some thing coming yeah
And all the time your'e behind me

(chorus)

Easy living in a bubble
And no complication or trouble
But its hard to have responsibility
And judging by you a personality

(chorus)


. . .



Tonight I'm wound tighter than a watch spring.
Tonight you owe my patience quite a debt.
Tonight we're not gonna solve anything.
I might say something that we both regret.

And now the pressure's on, the heat is rising.
The time has come to stop apologising.
'Cause when the skies go clear, the threat of rain is always here with you.

Tonight the geese are flying.
And everything you say is a call to arms.
Tonight there's something in the air.
Don't come too close and you'll come to no harm.

And now the pressure's on, the heat is rising.
The time has come to stop apologising.
'Cause when the skies go clear, the threat of rain is always here with you.
With you.
With you.
With you.

And now the pressure's on, the heat is rising.
The time has come to stop apologising.
With all that's gone before, my motive's never felt so pure.
And now my heart's beset with eighteen carot gold regrets.
'Cause when the skies go clear, the threat of rain is always here with you.


. . .



Monday
Count all the teeth in my head
Tuesday
Anointed by a man in a dress
It's more than just a question of time
It's more a question of
Reason and rhyme

Wednesday
Got hiched just like a good boy should
Thursday
And Friday didn't feel so good
On Saturday I said my goodbyes
On Sunday I'm food
For the worms and the flies

Pack up your troubles now take
All you can carry
On your way
Your way
Just remember this time you know you've only got seven days

It's more than just a question of time
It's more a question of
Reason and rhyme

Pack up your troubles now take
All you can carry
On your way
Your way
Just remember this time you know you've only got seven days


. . .



If you get out before September, remember that I'm still inside, but I'm dry, I'm dry.
And you, when you try to make a difference, you're so different.
And then I try, and just die, I die.

You know that I need you more than I want ya, but I want ya for all time.
So I'm, I guess on the line.
It's all that I can do to sing these stupid songs to you.
I give up half my time just trying to think up words that rhyme.
I ain't getting any younger, but you wouldn't know.
So it's on with the show.

Sometimes a smoke a drink and a ponder can work wonders when you're down.
Takes your frown, turns it round, around.
And you when you try to make a difference, you're no different than when I try, and just die, I die.

And now that your day-dream is forgotten and forgiven, and the world has been saved, be brave.
It's all that I can do to sing these stupid songs to you.
I give up half my time just trying to think up words that rhyme.
I ain't getting any younger, but you wouldn't know.
'Cause I walk in shadow.
And I never ever really show my face.
But I'm only ever seen in the right place.


. . .



I know it's getting late.
But if you'd like to talk a little more.
Well that's alright with me.
I'm feeling kinda tired.
But it ain't exactly beating down my door.
Now just why could this be?

And I know I shouldn't say.
But you've been acting strange the last few days.
And this has made me think.
Your pills have cost too much.
And you can't feel them working any more.
So pour them down the sink.
And listen to me.

All you've gotta do is baby kick off your shoes and lay down.
Climb up here with me and let's forget about sleep, and lay down.

Why hide your face from me?
Why turn away?
All I wanna do is pull you closer and say:
I'm feeling kinda tired.
But it ain't exactly beating down my door.
Now just why could this be?
Will you listen to me?

All you've gotta do is baby kick off your shoes and lay down.
Climb up here with me and let's forget about sleep, just lay down with me.
Lay down next to me.
Lay down with me.

I know I shouldn't say.
But you've been acting strange the last few days.
And this has made me think, you know it got me thinking.
Your pills have cost too much.
And you can't feel them working any more.
So pour them all right down the sink.


. . .


I don't care much for tradition,
And I know you'll be leaving one day,
I can't promise that I'll ever be the one,
But if you'll love me till Monday.

Let's Seran Wrap for the weekend,
And see who comes up for air first,
We can go and break some windows,
And run and run until our chests were fit to burst.

Forget we ever said the words,
The future is dead, that's what you said,
It's all in your head. you see, not mine,
I'm fine, I'm alive, I've arrived.

We thought we could make a difference,
And be remembered when the Pyramids are dust,
But we've had to learn that these bridges that we build,
Can be as fragile as a loved one's trust.

The future is dead, that's what you said,
It's all in your head, you see, not mine,
I'm fine, I'm alive, I've arrived.

Here comes my everything,
This is my everything,
There goes my everything,
Bye bye my love.

The future is dead, that's what you said,
It's all in your head, you see, not mine,
I'm fine, I'm alive, I've arrived.

The future is dead, that's what you said,
It's all in your head, you see, not mine,
I'm fine, I'm alive, I've arrived.

Let's forget about the questions,
We've been dragging round for years,
Let's clear this smokey air between us,
Then say goodbye, and shed no tears.

. . .



Can I stay at your house?
I'll sleep on the floor.
My home is a war-zone, I've no stomach for more.
You can't hold a candle to what I saw today.
More than I can handle, so I'm running away.

Home fires burn, scorching a hole through me.
And I am welcome no more.

It's the harrowing story of one man's mistakes.
And the names have been left out for the innocents' sake.
That man who would save us from the hurt the world brings, neglected to mention who would save us from him.

And those home fires burn, scorching a hole through me.
It's like the third degree.
And I am welcome no more.

Now I've no one to turn to.
I guess I'm at my wits end.
I'm beginning to learn who are really my friends.

And those home fires burn, scorching a hole through me.
And I am welcome no more.
Home fires burn, scorching a hole through me.
It's like the third degree.
And I am welcome no more.


. . .


I love your bodywork and,
Your flashy pop-up lights,
The way you hug the corners,
However fast and tight,
She comes in 16 colours,
She'll suck your money dry,
Gives shitty mileage,
But come on lets get inside.

I love your slinky spoilers,
They really speak to me,
State of the art sound system,
Leather upholstery,
She purrs just like a kitten,
She seems to throb with pride,
Gives you the feeling,
You've been taken for a ride.

Pay no attention to the signs,
No stopping any time,
Come park that chassis next to mine,
You know, I'm on a double yellow line.

I love your bodywork and,
Your flashy pop-up lights,
The way you hug the corners,
However fast and tight,
She comes in 16 colours,
She'll suck your money dry,
Gives shitty mileage,
But come on lets get inside.

Pay no attention to the sign,
No stopping any time,
Come park that chassis next to mine,
You know, I'm on a double yellow line,
Ba ba da ba ba da ba ba bah.

I like to burn some rubber,
I like to feel the steel,
I like to put my foot down,
I like to take the wheel,
She purrs just like a kitten,
She'll go that final mile,
But if she's rocking,
Don't come knocking for a while.

Pay no attention to the sign,
No stopping any time,
Come park that chassis next to mine,
You know, I'm on a double yellow line.

. . .



There's a mudslide.
It's slipping down to cover the hillside.
And you can bet it's gonna seep into your house, in through your eyes and out your dirty little mouth.

There's a mudslide.
A mile-wide brown-tide.
A bonafide mudslide.

And what's the odds that you're enjoying one right now, from the comfort of your favourite easy-couch?
And the man said âЂŒHow'm I gonna get my white shirt clean?âЂќ
âЂŒHow'm I gonna get my?âЂќ
âЂŒHow'm I gonna get my?âЂќ
âЂŒHow'm I gonna get my white shirt clean?âЂќ
âЂŒHow'm I gonna get my?âЂќ
âЂŒHow'm I gonna get by?âЂќ

There's a mudslide.
Slipping down to cover the hillside.
And you can bet it's gonna seep into your house, in through your eyes and out your dirty little mouth.

There's a mudslide.
A mile-wide brown-tide.
A bonafide mudslide.
And what's the odds that you're enjoying one right now, from the comfort of your favourite easy-couch?

The scum's gonna keep on rising.
It swallows up the sun-shining blue horizon.
And everywhere you look it's the same disguises.
The lunatics, it seems, run the whole asylum.

The scum's gonna keep on rising.
It swallows up the sun-shining blue horizon.
And everywhere you look it's the same disguises.
The lunatics, it seems, run the whole asylum.

There's a mudslide.
It's slipping down to cover the hillside.
There's a mudslide.
A mile-wide brown-tide.
A bonafide mudslide.

There's a mudslide.
Slipping down to cover the hillside.
There's a mudslide.
A mile-wide brown-tide.
A bonafide mudslide.

There's a mudslide.
Slipping down to cover the hillside.
There's a mudslide.
A mile-wide brown-tide.
A bonafide mudslide.


. . .



how in the world will i make it to work
in the morning?
i've been drinking since we clocked out
and now it's 4am
But they're such a generous couple
are freida and pauline
When they offer a late night session,
you dont want to offend.

The shutters come down
and thats what they're for
we dont want to invite in the law
It's not often the case that were forced
to sacrifice the jukebox.
But the plug always has to be pulled
on the quiz machine
So you invibe all you can
cos you're partaking in something forbiden
And time after time you'll wake up
face down in the la train.

We speak in hushed tones
And dim down the lights
we're staying after hours tonight

Where am I now?
Where am I now?
Where am I now?

I dont remember a thing,
I dont remember, remember a thing

Lord only knows what kind of poison i'm drinking
I can't read the label
So i'll just dance off my cares like Fred Aistaire
up here on the table

The shutters come down
and thats what they're for
we dont want to invite in the law
we speak in hushed tones
and dim down the lights
we're staying after hours tonight!!


. . .



You bring me fine champagne, I want lemonade
You offer new philosophies, I like cliché
Let’s dumb it up, dumb it up, dumb it (x3)
Let’s dumb it up, dumb it up

You speak of truth in beauty and I agree
But can’t ignore the draw of what’s nice and cheap
Let’s dumb it up, dumb it up, dumb it (x3)
Let’s dumb it up, dumb it up

We don’t want Mozart or that classical drag
Give us freeze dried pop in a bag
You bring me fine champagne, I want lemonade
You offer new philosophies, I like cliché
Let’s dumb it up, dumb it up, dumb it (x3)
Let’s dumb it up, dumb it up

We don’t want nothing that’s too testy or quick
Give us freeze dried pop on a stick
Cos I’ve got such a short attention span
We don’t want Mozart or that old Ludwig Van
Give us freeze dried pop in a can
Cos I’ve got such a short attention span
I don’t really stand a chance in the grand plan
If anyone can beat it out of me, you can


. . .


You say your way is the best way,
Well how many times, have I feel for that line?
But I don't have answers or say 'em in time.
One day we shall have our swordplay,
And rather than hide or not talk for a night,
I might recognise the true size of my pride,
And with a little persuasion or an emotional bribe,
I could re-consider and take your side,
With a little persuasion, with a little finesse,
I'll comply with any lie you're happy to express.

All out, drenched amidst the fall out,
Oh licking our wounds, keeping the score,
The only contacts we have any more,
Fighting, sparks that keep igniting,
Before all negotiations break down,
I'll get my envoys to put it around that,
With a little persuasion or an emotional bribe,
I could re-consider and take your side,
With a little persuasion, with a little finesse,
I'll comply with any lie you're happy to express.

We're hooked on confrontation,
We both know that, it keeps us on our toes,
With a little persuasion or an emotional bribe,
I could re-consider and take your side,
With a little persuasion, with a little finesse,
I'll comply with any lie you're happy to express,
With a little persuasion, with a little finesse,
I'll comply with any lie you're happy to express.

. . .


Listen, listen,
Was that a bird call or was it a signal?
In the middle distance,
I think it's Dignan and he's springing me out,
Out on the lam, we'll stick to the plan,
No room for manoeuvre,
Play by the book but change how we look,
And keep our heads down.

Still waiting for one big score,
On the run from Johnny Law,
And this ain't no trip to Cleveland,
That's for sure.

Once more, encore,
My constitution suits this life of an outlaw,
Racing, racing,
We might be fugitives, but nobody's chasing,
Out in the clear, it's safe when you're near,
Your cool is contagious,
Pour one for me, that sweet daiquiri,
Goes down like a dream.

Still waiting for one big score,
On the run from Johnny Law,
And this ain't no trip to Cleveland,
That's for sure.

Our luck may be out and the money spent,
But no-one's gonna touch us,
'Cause we're innocent.

Still waiting for one big score,
On the run from Johnny Law,
And this ain't no trip to Cleveland,
That's for sure.

Still waiting for one big score,
On the run from Johnny Law,
And this ain't no trip to Cleveland,
That's for sure.

. . .



how in the world will i make it to work
in the morning?
i've been drinking since we clocked out
and now it's 4am
But they're such a generous couple
are freida and pauline
When they offer a late night session,
you dont want to offend.

The shutters come down
and thats what they're for
we dont want to invite in the law
It's not often the case that were forced
to sacrifice the jukebox.
But the plug always has to be pulled
on the quiz machine
So you invibe all you can
cos you're partaking in something forbiden
And time after time you'll wake up
face down in the la train.

We speak in hushed tones
And dim down the lights
we're staying after hours tonight

Where am I now?
Where am I now?
Where am I now?

I dont remember a thing,
I dont remember, remember a thing

Lord only knows what kind of poison i'm drinking
I can't read the label
So i'll just dance off my cares like Fred Aistaire
up here on the table

The shutters come down
and thats what they're for
we dont want to invite in the law
we speak in hushed tones
and dim down the lights
we're staying after hours tonight!!


. . .


I had a date with a pretty ballerina,
Her hair so brilliant that it's hurting my eyes,
I asked her for this dance and then she obliged me,
Was I surprised? Yeah,
Was I surprised? No not at all.

I called her yesterday, it should have been tomorrow,
I could not keep the joy that was inside,
I begged for her to tell me if she really loved me,
Somewhere a mountain is moving,
I'm afraid it's moving without me.

I had a date with a pretty ballerina,
Her hair so brilliant that it's hurting my eyes,
I asked her for this dance and then she obliged me,
Was I surprised? Yeah,
Was I surprised? No not at all.

And as I wake on this dreary Sunday morning,
I open up my eyes to find there's rain,
And something strange within says go ahead and find her,
Just close your eyes, yeah,
Just close your eyes and she'll be there,
She'll be there,
She'll be there,
She'll be there,
She'll be there,
She'll be there,
She'll be there.

. . .



It's blue.
Down that street.
Just like people you might meet.
It's true.
On their face.
Lonliness you can't escape.
Who could ever take her place?
She was the little one.
Seemed like life had just begun.
The bell, on the phone.
Then we knew we were all alone.
All our tears couldn't bring her home


. . .



Arizona moon keep shining from the desert sky above.
You know pretty soon, that big yellow moon will light the way back to the one you love.
Blue shadows on the trail.
Little cowboy, close your eyes and dream.
All of the doggies are in the corral.
All of your work is done.
So close your eyes and dream little pal.
Dream of someone.
Blue shadows on the trail.
Soft wind blowing through the trees above.
All the other little cowboys, back in the bunkhouse now.
So close your eyes and dream.


. . .


That's life, that's what all the people say,
Your riding high in April, shot down in May,
But I know I'm gonna change that tune,
When I'm back on top, back on top in June,
I said that's life, and as funny as it may seem,
Some people get their kicks stomping on a dream,
But I don't let it, let it get me down,
'Cause this fine old world it keep spining round.

I've been a puppet, a pauper,
A pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king,
I've been up and down,
Over and out, I know a thing,
Each time I find myself,
Lying flat on my face,
Well I pick myself up,
And get back in the race,

That's life (that's life)
I tell ya, I can't deny it,
I thought I cuting out,
But my heart just ain't gonna buy it,
And if I didn't think,
It was worth one single trial,
Well I'd jump right on that big bird,
And I'd fly.

I've been a puppet, a pauper,
A pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king,
I've been up and down,
Over and out, I know a thing,
Each time I find myself,
Laying flat on my face,
Well I pick myself up again,
And get back in the race,

That's life (that's life)
That's life and woah, I can't deny it, no,
I thought I quiting babe,
But my heart just ain't gonna buy it,
And if there nothing shaking, come this year,
I'm gonna role myself up in a big ball,
And die.
My my.

. . .


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