It occurred to me that there's nowhere on the web that collects all the unreleased Belle & Sebastain lyrics. So I trawled the archives and tweaked around with things a bit from memory (I haven't got the songs here at work to check them over) and stuck them all in this mesage. I thought maybe Honey could put them up on the website once anyone who feels like it has picked over them and made corrections. If no one gets there first, I might have a go at the 'London has let me down', 'Hurley's Having Dreams' and 'Winter Wooskie' when I have the time. Any shady 'Rhoda'-owning feel like doing that? I understand about people's typing problems leading them to type in lower case. But I've realised that what makes me far less likely to read something properly is an complete absence of line-breaked paragraphs. Big blocks of text just make my eyes glaze over. Not that my whether I read things or not is necessarily a matter of earth-shattering importance to anyone. Incidentally - you may spot that the 'Century of Elvis' lyrics below are strangers to shift keys and line breaks. But they're kind of nice that way. Nick xxx Pocketbook angel Hey, I'm down on the city lane I guess I am broke again Cause summer is such a pain Yeah, I'm down on the city floor I guess I am pretty poor At least I am not alone Cause here she comes again Oh I saw her just yesterday She looked at me in a certain way Cause she's a pocketbook angel And I know she fakes the limp Cause I saw her in Littlewoods While she was buying some frozen food She just wants to be goofy I've seen her write it all down x4 Because of all the things she sees Because of all the things she sees Things she sees Yeah, she's got it all on computer disk Cause she's a marketing analyst I sometimes wonder what she's got on me Oh sure, I had a job in an office once I never talked to anyone All I ever do is sit around She told me over tea She's not working for another boss She got fired but it was their loss Cause she's a pocketbook angel And now, all the kids have got pocketbooks I guess it's the way it looks Their cosmopolitan diaries I've seen her write it all down x12 Because of all the things she does Because of all the things she sees Things she sees A Century Of Elvis we were sitting in the living room on the sofa, the wrong way round, looking out the window. it was quiet, and then in the car park across the road we saw elvis - look, there beside the postman's van, and he was walking round the postman's van, looking in the open door. he looked as if he was thinking about getting in, but then the postman came back, and he swaggered off, walked past the window and down the stairs, and then at the bottom of the stairs right by the caretaker's office, he started licking the pavement. every night now since we moved in that new house there's this noise outside the door at just about half seven or eight o' clock every night. and if we go and look outside the door, elvis'll be standing there waiting to be let in. and then he wanders into the living room, maybe sits down on one of the chairs or even lies down on the floor. he doesn't say much, he just stays there for an hour or two, watching the tv. we talk to him a bit, and then around ten o' clock, he'll go away again, and not come back until the next night. there's a lot of lanes and stuff around here, around the house - although it's right in the middle of the city it seems quite like the country, it's dead hidden - safe i suppose, made for night living. there's a lot of squirrels and birds, and stuart says he's seen about nine foxes there when he's jumped over the fence on his way to byres road. sometimes you can go out walking, and when you've been out for a wee while even you don't know where you are anymore, so it would be pretty hard for anyone else to find you. i suppose that's why he spends so much time there, that's why he's come to live there, or maybe it's just the squirrels. i read about somewhere that he likes squirrels quite a lot. there's these two videos that we got for wedding presents - called the e-files, e-files one and e-files two about how elvis is supposed to be still alive. and one time when he came round we were watching one of those, but he didn't say anything he just sat on the armchair. he was playing with his collar a bit, and we watched it right through and then when it finished he just got up and walked off into the mist and didn't say anything. the first few times he came round i didn't speak to him at all, i wasn't really sure what to say. and karen spoke to him quite a lot - she seemed to know what to do more than i do. he had quite a strange manner though, he'd go into your stuff and look through it, then he'd maybe pick something up and play with it for a wee while, but he'd never make any comment about any of it. seemed pretty rude to me. i just watched whatever karen did, and listened to how she talked to him and then, after a while i started to copy that, and tell him a few things, not really bothered about whether he responded or said anything back or not. i think the first time i spoke to him we were sitting up on the mezzanine and i said that i would tell him about me and wee karen, and how it was that we'd come to be living there. i thought he probably liked the fact that we were living there because he came round so much, so i thought he might want to know how it was that it came about. we did it all over backwards, i told him . first of all we got to know each other, and then a while after that we met, and when we'd known each other for about seven years we decided to have an anniversary, and that went quite well, so after the anniversary we had a honeymoon, and that went well too, so after that we decided that we would get married. that's why we're living there now. i used to think my dad was elvis, but i haven't told him that yet. i haven't told my dad either... The Loneliness Of A Middle-Distance Runner I'll take a second of the day to think about the things that we have done this year The dog lies down, the pouring rain, i'm underneath the smokers' railway arch again The future's looking colourful, it's the colour of blood, chaos and corruption of a happy soul A happy soul will write in the field, write in the field, write in the field 'Til the rain dies down. The railway ticket states the destination but it doesn't mean we will show There's a fork upon the line, we'll pay the guard to switch the sign and off we go The future's looking wonderful, it's the wonder of the business-man's conspiracy to sell you wares, but no-one cares Oh you care I know, you care I know, you care I know I forgot for a while. And on a sulky afternoon spent in dispute you'll give yourself a headache yeah. So I take revenge in stories, and I'm dreaming of the time when we're on stage Have you seen the loneliness of a middle distance runner, when he stops the race and looks around, all at the stage I've seen it now I'll walk to the station, walk to the station, walk to the station Won't you follow me? A Space Boy Dream I dreamed I had to go to Mars. I'm always kidding on about going to Mars through the day, but faced with the reality of it in a dream, I was terrified. And it wasn't going to be like a moon trip. There were three of us going but we couldn't all go in the same ship - we had to go one at a time, one day between us. I had to go first, and it was the thought of passing through all that black space, all the darkness with nothing in it, and then being the first one to land there, all alone. I knew it was supposed to be all dark around with just a red surface, but what if I got there and it was light, all civilized and populated and stuff? So I made a plan. The other two astronauts were going to be my dad and my sister, and my dad would come first after me. So I decided when I landed I would stay in my seat until he got there and then we'd both get out together and have a look around and see what sort of things were there. And when I woke up and I was lying in the darkness, I thought I had landed. And I just lay still for awhile, waiting for my dad to get there, too. Wrong Love I went looking For my darling I went looking For a sign And I found her In the morning Somewhere in the back of my mind I'm not what I could be I need a true love I went looking and I found her The wrong love The wrong kind The wrong hand to be holding The wrong eyes to go searching blind The wrong dream to have in my mind I went looking For my darling I went looking For a sign And I found her In the morning Somewhere in the back of my mind I'm not what I could be I need a true love I went looking and I found her The wrong love The wrong kind The wrong hand to be holding The wrong eyes to go searching blind The wrong dream to have in my mind I'm not what I could be I need some loving I went looking and I found some The wrong love The wrong kind The wrong hand to be holding The wrong eyes to go searching blind The wrong dream to have on my mind The wrong love The wrong eyes The wrong smile The wrong love The wrong love Paper Boat I think it's going to be all right, I think it's going to be just fine, I think it's going to be much better than before, I think we're going to see the sun, I think we're going to have some fun, I think we're going to walk out through the open door, Maybe when I wake up in the morning, Maybe when the darkened skies are blue Maybe in a paper boat we'll both just sail away, Underneath the river trees, Off towards the lazy sea, Underneath the beach that carries poeple home, Past the church where Jesus saves Off to find path of good ways, Sailing off towards adventures of our own, Maybe when I wake up in the morning, Maybe when the darken skies are blue, Maybe in a paper boat we'll both just sail away Trumpety bit. I think it's going to be good fun. Lord Anthony Anthony, bullied at school Get your own back now you are cool Or are you still bunking off though you're a tough It's all gone wrong again you got to hold hands But the teachers got no control Boys aren't lying You will stay quiet Or you will die Tony at the back of the gym Smoke another one, the chances are slim, 'Cause here they come again They got you on the prowl You're tasting blood again At least it's your own When will you realize it doesn't pay To be smarter than teachers, smarter than most boys, Shut your mouth, start kicking the football, Bang on the teeth you were out for a week You may as well take it in the guts, it could get worse just take it in the guts, it could get worse just take it in the guts, it could get worse just take it in the guts, it kind of hurts there You'll soon be old enough to leave them all Without a notion of a care You'll leave two fingers in the air To meagre living Tony, you're a bit of a mess Melted tolberone under your dress] But if the kids could see you they would pass you right by The mascara running over your eye Why don't you realize it doesn't pay To be smarter than teachers, smarter than most boys, Shut your mouth, start kicking the football, Bang on the teeth you were out for a week They call you lord Anthony but hey, it could be worse Lord Anthony but hey, it could be worse Lord Anthony but hey, it could be worse Lord Anthony but hey, it kind of suits you anyway You'll soon be old enough to leave them all Without a notion of a care You'll leave two fingers in the air To meagre living +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the reborn Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail "sinister@majordomo.net". 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