1. |
Grand Villa Pilots Club
03:10
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Such a tremendous pleasure
To meet another member
Nowhere in certain
In the middle of November
"Where you from?
Headed to?
Don't you say
A turbine blew"
"A dime a dozen
That's what we're for
Wait on the lounge
On the second floor"
"This is your pilot
We're going down
Miss stewardess
Don't fool around"
It's the dawn of our end
Welcome to the Grand Villa Pilots Club
Where the ladies dance in their lingerie
On top of your kitchen stove
The Grand Villa Pilots Club
Where the ladies dance in their underpants
On top of your kitchen stove
Stranded here
Nowhere to flee
We've been imprisoned
Oh, can't you see
You can get in
But never leave
But I've still got
A trick up my sleeve
Follow me
Through the boscage
We'll steal his jet
And take him hostage
Welcome to the Grand Villa Pilots Club
Where the ladies dance in their lingerie
On top of your kitchen stove
The Grand Villa Pilots Club
Where the ladies dance in their underpants
On top of your kitchen stove
Welcome to the Grand Villa Pilots Club
Where the ladies dance in their lingerie
On top of your kitchen stove
The Grand Villa Pilots Club
Where the ladies dance in their underpants
On top of your kitchen stove
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2. |
Pretty Straightforward
03:42
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If I were to recall
The shyness of first dates
The lumps in my throat
The choosing of your bait
I'd see that words don't seem to hurt
Any worse than actions do
Now, you're so vain
And pretty straightforward too
So straightforward
And oh so vain
You think you're puzzling
But you're just plain
The boys gather around
When you enter the room
Your looks were perplexing
But your mind was far from bloomed
And I never intended
To fall short of your game
But now I'm one of your boys
And we are all the same
So straightforward
And oh so vain
You think you're puzzling
But you're just plain
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3. |
Late Night Survival
03:38
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Outside in the cold
Knocking on your door
To ask you for some more
Like I've had before
Oh baby, fill my cup
Or just let me give up
Wasted on your couch
My lips on your mouth feel so right
I can see it in your smile
See it on your face
You love my embrace
You tell me to go
But want me to stay
You should think more
About what you say
'Cause I might go
Never return
To where, I don't know
Maybe the sun
Late night survival
And your denial
'Cause I might go
Never return
To where, I don't know
Maybe the sun
Late night survival
And your denial
One last breath
One last cigarette
To kill off the smell of your perfume
Smells like flowers in bloom
Wet kisses
Tension increases
My lips pressed to your chest
Oh baby, I'm a guest in your body
I can see it in your smile
See it on your face
You love my embrace
You tell me to go
But want me to stay
You should think more
About what you say
'Cause I might go
Never return
To where, I don't know
Maybe the sun
Late night survival
And your denial
'Cause I might go
Never return
To where, I don't know
Maybe the sun
Late night survival
And your denial
Oh yes, I might go
Never return
To where, I don't know
Maybe the sun
Late night survival
And your denial
Yes, I might go
Never return
To where, I don't know
Maybe the sun
Late night survival
And your denial, oh
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4. |
Edinburgh Drive
03:24
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Raise your fists up high
Put down your guns
Look out for Old Bill
We're still on the run
Pilfering cartons
Gipping malt drinks
We're not such bad fellas
Unlike what you might think
Jamie's been out a week
He's found nowhere to go
Heard his mum crossed the Styx
His dad went out for smokes
That's how it goes
A van pulled up to us
To grab young Tim
I whipped out my switchblade
I wouldn't let go of him
Why'd they want a mite
Why not just take me
But he's gone alright
So I'm back on a spree
Jamie's been out a week
He's found nowhere to go
Heard his mum crossed the Styx
His dad went out for smokes
Jamie's been out a week
He's found nowhere to go
Heard his mum crossed the Styx
His dad went out for smokes
That's how it goes
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5. |
Sean Dean
02:32
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How many times can you rhyme fire
With something as desire
Unoriginal and barely sketched
Unlyrically far-fetched
And when I come on the screen
Assumed as something that you've never seen
'Cause baby, I'm Sean Dean
And you ain't gonna be nobody else's queen
Baby, I'm Sean Dean
A fa-fa-fucking machine
The best out on the scene
So bad, so mean
So bad, so mean
The art of wannabe
They pay me royalties' fee
Because they wanna be me
They're knock-offs for free
Baby, I'm state of the art
I'll make your heart jump-start
Set humility apart
I'm wiser than Descartes
Yeah
'Cause baby, I'm Sean Dean
A fa-fa-fucking machine
Sean Dean, the best out on the scene
So bad, so mean
So bad, so mean
'Cause baby, I'm Sean Dean
A fa-fa-fucking machine
Sean Dean, the best out on the scene
So bad, so mean
So bad, so mean
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6. |
Take a Swing
02:14
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Got you hanging by a thread
Shake your shoulders, shake your head
You don't seem to let it go
Try to be with him instead
Baby, baby, I'm so fed up
With this show
We used to fight all night
Who would've believed it, hey?
I've let go of my fright
Tell it to my face, I said
Take a swing
Babyface, baby's back
Girl, we're going out of track
Casanova's long, long gone
Hit the hay or hit the sack
Won't you cut me some slack
All's easier said than done
We used to fight all night
Who would've believed it, hey?
I've let go of my fright
Tell it to my face, I said
Alright
Take a swing
Take a swing, swing
Swing, swing
Swing, swing, swing, swing, oh
Take a swing, alright
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7. |
Interlude
04:53
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Open wide
And spit out
Your name's pride
Pull me down
I'll be fine
I'll find home
I'll be gone
Morning come
Count me out
Spend no time
Counting up
Burning sites
I'll try hard
To let go
Of my self
I've seen light
In your inside
I've found hell (help)
Now, I've found hell (help)
Yes, I've found hell (help)
I've found hell (help)
I'll try hard
To let go
Of my self
Yes, I've seen light
In your inside
I've found hell (help)
Yes, I've found hell (help)
I've found hell (help)
Yes, I've found hell (help)
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8. |
Ballade No. 2
03:03
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You've roamed the streets
Along it's unpleasantries
Scratched the surface
Of indignity
And moved on
I have unintencionally
Put you in danger
I've been to you
A dog in the manger
Depriving you of warmth
I see now a striking resemblance
Between him and I
And the dive-bar routine doesn't help
When you're trying so hard
To forgive someone
Who's put you through hell
You're too kind
Too gullible
For my sick twisted little world
But you insist on me
For God knows what reason
You've been seen
Confessing yourself to some priest
Cleansing yourself
From the beast
That resides within you
And I, I've accepted
All in me
The deep end of my
Misanthropy
Seems innefable
I see now a striking resemblance
Between him and I
And the dive-bar routine doesn't help
When you're trying so hard
To forgive someone
Who's put you through hell
You're too kind
Too gullible
For my sick twisted little world
But you insist on me
For God knows what reason
Beware
And be suspecting
Of all the men
Misdirecting
Your eyes from the grim actuality
I see now a striking resemblance
Between him and I
And the dive-bar routine doesn't help
When you're trying so hard
To forgive someone
Who's put you through hell
You're too kind
Too gullible
For my sick twisted little world
But you insist on me
For God knows what reason
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9. |
Spoonful of Honey
03:05
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I've felt the figure of a thousand lovers
For the sake of you, no one feels as right
My old photographs are dust covered
Meaning it's been far too long since I've been held tight
'Cause you're a nightmare dressed in white
A spoonful of honey on a dry-cough night
And then my tumbler runs dry
Forevers would end in goodbyes
Just as sure as the sun would rise
Shedding light upon our drunken lies
Rainy days, staring out your window
An empty room filled with frantic imagery
A dark kind of innuendo
Everlasting shouts composed the world's most horrific symphony
'Cause you're a nightmare dressed in white
A spoonful of honey on a dry-cough night
And then my tumbler runs dry
Forevers would end in goodbyes
Just as sure as the sun would rise
Shedding light upon our drunken lies
'Cause you're a nightmare dressed in white
A spoonful of honey on a dry-cough night
And then my tumbler runs dry
Forevers would end in goodbyes
Just as sure as the sun would rise
Shedding light upon our drunken lies
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