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Senses Working Overtime - xtc


Hey, hey, the clouds are away
There's straw for the donkeys
And the innocents can all sleep safely
All sleep safely
My, my, sun is pie
There's fodder for the cannons
And the guilty ones can all sleep safely
All sleep safely
And all the world is football-shaped
It's just for me to kick in space
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste
And I've got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in
I've got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference 'tween a lemon and a lime
Pain and pleasure and the church bells softly chime
Hey hey, night fights day
There's food for the thinkers
And the innocents can all live slowly
All live slowly
My, my, the sky will cry
Jewels for the thirsty
And the guilty one's can all die slowly
All die slowly
And all the world is biscuit-shaped
It's just for me to feed my face
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste
And I've got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in
I've got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference 'tween a lemon and a lime
Pain and pleasure and the church bells softly chime
And birds might fall from black skies
And bullies might give you black eyes
And buses might skid on black ice
But to me it's very, very beautiful
England's glory
Beautiful
A striking beauty
And all the world is football-shaped
It's just for me to kick in space
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste
And I've got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in
I've got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to tell the difference 'tween the goods and grime
Turds and treasure and there's one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in
I've got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference 'tween a lemon and a lime
Pain and pleasure and the church bells softly chime

xtc

English Settlement
Man acting like a farmer and He's treated the woman like a poor cow We got to treat you better from now But man is just a baby and He's needing your milk of kindness I vow To drink as much as you will allow All the way through history Man, machine, no mystery All the way through history Girl, have the brain to act as like the weaker s** Down in the c***pit Man need the woman to pull him right ...
People rushing 'round with no time to spare I'm so dizzy, I'm neither here nor there In this traffic jam, I just want to shout "Let me off o' this English roundabout" English roundabout, English roundabout English round-a And all the horns go 'Beep Beep' All the people follow like sheep I'm full of lights and sound Making my head go 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round Everyone is cursing under thei...
Here we go then I am the fly up on the wall My prying eyes are looking through your bottom drawer I just came flying through your door You didn't notice that your number had been called I see the mother who's beating the babe I see the money, the pennies you save Stored on computers, birth to the grave I'm telling you, fly on the wall, see, see, see, I'm seeing it all I am the fly up on the wa...
Oh, knuckle down, love his skin It doesn't matter what color skin he's locked in Knuckle down, knuckle down and love that skin Knuckle down, love his race It doesn't matter if you win or lose a little face Knuckle down and love that race Because one bright morning The world might end with a big bang, big bang And you'll never ever get yourself another chance So put aside the hoodoo and some of...
Leisure They taught me how to work But they can't teach me how to shirk correctly Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, oh As you see, science once again robs us of our jobs They've put a microchip in my place I hide behind a screen of aggression nowadays It's just a way of saving some face So now I'm permanently drunk Like the rest of the race with leisure If you think I'm clowning I assure you that ...
andy partridge Programmes of violence, As entertainment, Brings the disease into your room. We know the germ, Which is man-made in metal, Is really a key to your own tomb. Prevention is better than cure, Bad apples affecting the pure, You'll gather your senses I'm sure Then agree to, Melt the guns, Melt the guns, Melt the guns, And never more to fire them. Melt the guns, Melt the guns, Melt th...
A musical in three acts by XTC Cast of characters GRAHAM, a teenager MOTHER, a busy housewife FATHER, a conservative husband POLICEMAN, a young constable SCENE: A kitchen in suburbia, one bright Saturday morning ACT ONE Narrator: The insect-headed worker-wife will hang her waspies on the line. Her husband burns his paper, sucks his pipe while studying their cushion-floor, his viscous poly-past...
Oh run a, oh run a, oh runaway Oh run a, oh run a, oh runaway Please come home Oh run a, oh run a, oh runaway Please come home Daddy hit you in a temper But he's sorry now Please come home Just a quarrel had with mummy Just a family row Please come home You caught mum chasing dad with a knife Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry You ran away to escape from the fights Don't cry, don't cry...
Hey, hey, the clouds are away There's straw for the donkeys And the innocents can all sleep safely All sleep safely My, my, sun is pie There's fodder for the cannons And the guilty ones can all sleep safely All sleep safely And all the world is football-shaped It's just for me to kick in space And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste And I've got one, two, three, four, five Senses working over...
It isn't even winter but I'm freezing, freezing This sort of feeling isn't pleasing And what I want to know, man Why? Oh why, does she treat me like a snowman? It isn't even winter but I'm freezing, freezing This sort of feeling isn't pleasing And what I want to know, man Why? Oh why, does she treat me like a snowman? She's been building me, up quite steadily Seems like I've been here years an...
We, we will dance like tiny boats with cotton sails Upon the tops of the seas That, that would pull us down to the depths and crush us flat If given half a chance No need to look back to pictures of lost, when all was rust We, we will skim across the surface of the mud As if we're spinning pebbles In our yacht dance In our yacht dance We, we will dance like tiny boats with cotton sails Upon th...