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Co-joined at the Lips
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Now everything you say sounds like a metaphor and I’m just not sure what that means anymore...
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Pulp, Jarvis Cocker, The Smiths, Morrissey, Barenaked Ladies, The Lucksmiths, Elvis Costello, Robyn Hitchcock, The Soft boys, The Housemartins, The Beautiful So
All my recordings are as a full band - but the band is just me. My split personalities and alter-egos have been making music together since we were 10 years old, previously gigging regularly in Nottingham with two bands until moving to the South West of England in 2003.
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Genre
Pop • Dance-Pop
Charts
Peak #792
Peak in subgenre #262
Author
Crazy Quilt Bouquet
Rights
CQB
Uploaded
March 22, 2007
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MP3 3.2 MB • 128 kbps • 3:27
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It started with a tickle and a bit of a cough The next thing we’re in bed, lights and clothes all off. Too clever by half but not half clever enough, Because two in the buff equalled one up the duff. And neither of us wanted a family but when you go into these things all willy nilly, There’s not much time for regrets & introspecting as things come to pass that you weren’t expecting. Now we’re on the same team. With increased membership – we’re co-joined at the lips. You keep your hood up - I keep my head down, We’re hoodies - fuddy-duddies - we are clowns. If you stop & think about it we shouldn’t even stand a chance, Because it takes two to tango and neither of us dance. You’re a bit defeatist and I’m a loser that’s a fact, But at least we are completist so it’s not completely crap. It’s just you don’t seem to agree with me, like pickled onions and MTV, And I can’t seem to agree with you, like what you say and what you do. Yet we still want the same things. There’re still kisses and quips – we’re co-joined at the lips. Your less is more; I’m more or less, In our experience, to disagree to agree works best. Now everything you say sounds like a metaphor And I’m just not sure what that means anymore. You say I’m kind to be cruel and you speak like you’re dumb, And you talk to me like I’m an oxymoron. When we hold us in our arms they start to ache, our minds go blank and our hearts just break, They say patience comes to those who wait but do we have the patience that it takes. Don’t let go – we’re in each other’s grips. We’re co-joined at the lips. Fizzy goes flat and fresh grows stale, Hair goes grey and tans go pale, So let lying dogs sleep and sleeping dogs lie And give me the kiss of life before we die, Co-joined at the lips.
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