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Dedalus
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Uncle Charly and his Caroline Live in a little cottage on Walnut Ground Uncle Charly and his wife so good She's the Mother Theresa of the neighbourhood Uncle Charly what a compromise Between Holy Mary and a pillow fight Uncle Charly what a paradise He is the only one that makes my happy life A happy life What a compromise What a paradise Holy Mother what a sacrifice
A quiet family living in the country A father, mother, son and his wife One table, four chairs, a cosy little kitchen A pile of cushions next to the telephone Harry's the father, Mary's the mother A timeworn deckchair next to the gramophone Sony's quiet listening to time Cos' it sounds like a blitzkrieg, sounds like a missile Happy sunny, sunny happy sunny days Where did you go and why did you go Sweetness sweetness, sweet tenderness Laugh of my life freak in my alleway When he said goodbye she said hello Just like the same old song on the radio They decided to call it the end of the line Time spent together is wasted time
"Si vous n'aimez pas la mer, Si vous n'aimez pas la montagne, Si vous n'aimez pas la ville, Allez vous faire foutre" Jack is just another friend of mine Jim is just another friend of mine John is just another friend of mine Jess is just another friend of mine Richard is another friend of mine Grace is just another friend of mine Sarah is another friend of mine And Clara is another friend of mine Sharon is another friend of mine Tony is just another friend of mine Richard it is another waste of time Yeh Richard is another friend of mine Jesus is another friend of mine Patrick is another friend of mine Julius is another friend of mine And Sandy is another friend of mine My Woody is another friend of mine Jack is just another friend of mine Blue is just another friend of mine And Rose is another friend of mine
A holy paradise Just to show how I Miss Thee I can't sleep at night I really loved the way you kissed me Dancing in the sea Never mind if I can't talk to you I don't want to see the city lights The only thing I want is that you talk to me Talk to me, talk to me The only thing I want is that you talk to me Milton's paradise Lost in the webs of my memory I will never sleep at night again I really loved the way you kissed me Walking by the seaside Forget about my suicidal tendencies I don't want to see the satellites The only thing I want is that you talk to me Talk to me, talk to me The only thing I want is that you talk to me
Another day In my empty room Another gloomy sunday A handful of candles A chocolate cake Dripping ice cream comes Shall I wait or Shall I cut off the phone My next birthday I will spend it alone Alone, alone, alone Alone, alone, alone The constant roaring of a lorry Just like a slap in my face The distant calls of your fury This is no time to worry A single hour to celebrate My ever ending birthday party Shall I wait or Shall I cut off the phone My next birthday I will spend it alone Alone, alone, alone Spend it alone, alone, alone My next birthday I will spend it alone
A mermaid of the pipeline I see her in my dreams She brought me out of the porcelaine And took my breath away I'm just a bathroom sailor And in my thinks I swim for the taps I sail and I sail as I seat on my raft But I just can't float away But if she could She'd take me out of swim Just take me out and take me in Breathe me out then breathe me in Yes if she could She'd meet me in my dreams And we'd sail the seven seas Up and down and round and round and I'd never be back again
I got my shoes on, I got my feet on But I can't find my way home I got my penny in my pocket But I can't find my way home They told me I had better take the cab And when I'm walking I'm just staring at the skylines I got a brother, I got a sister But I can't find my way home I got a compass in my pocket But I can't find my way home They told me I was living in a one way street And when I'm walking I'm just staring at my feet God help me, I can see the highway And father Whiskey yelling at me "Son, all roads lead to Rome" La la la... I got my shoes on, I got my feet on But I can't find my way home I got my penny in my pocket But I can't find my way home I got my car and I got my keys But I can't find my way home I got a compass in my pocket But I can't find my way home I got my hat on, I got my head on But I can't find my way home I got a sister, I got a brother But I can't find my way home I got a sister, maybe another But I can't find my way home But I've lost the penny in my pocket Cos' I don't want to find my way
I've got a 100 cars I've got a billion stars But I've got no place to hide I've got a 100 names I've a 100 thousand planes But I've got nowhere to die Another sunny day Another breakfast out So many things to say But for so long I've been lying By your side Wishing you were mine Another sunny day Another breakfast out So many things to say But for so long I've been lying So I am By your side Wishing you were mine
Uncle Charly's back in town She's got the baby, he's got the gun "Why do you keep on watching me now?" "Are you going to slap me down?" "There's one thing I've got to say" "I wish I'd spend a merry day" "Why do you keep on watching me now?" "Are you going to use the gun?" What a day If you could stay away What a day A day, a day What a day If you just stay away For a day A day, a day A day away A day Uncle Charly's back in town She's got the baby, he's got the gun "Why do you keep on watching me now?" "Are you going to slap me down?" What a day If you could stay away What a day A day, a day What a day If you just stay away For a day A day, a day A day away A day
I've lost my destination I've lost my crown I've played through every season Heaven be my guide You sat so permanently upstairs You sanctified My cross was made of leather Let wondering be my guide Fourty days, fourty nights Without a single sigh I've lost my destination But I've found my shrine Upstairs made to measure Angels be my guide You sat so kindly upstairs Manipulated My fall my find leisure Let silence be my guide Fourty years inside Without a single sigh I take it easy in my palace I take it easy I won't change my mind Such a lazy crazy notion I'll take it easy I will be my own guide
Aunt sally was so pretty With those scars on her face, her token head She had so much hair on her arms She had to brush them just to see her feet And her soul was so dark They should have burned the whole of her house down And her teeth, so stained She had 1,2,3,4 Uncle Bob was a snob He had married Sally just to have a wife For his own, all his own He could have sold his son, father and soul for a penny Holy penny He would rather be dead, buried and eaten by worms But not broke, not broke, not broke Uncle Bob was a snob He had married Sally just to have her money
She locked herself up in our tiny bathroom Let me in, let me in But she's drowned out the day in the pool that she'd made A pool as deep and wide as the deepest bathroom
(C) Virgin France 1993