>From: Eric Gill
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>Subject: This is really fucking interesting...
>Date: Fri, 23 Aug 1996 19:01:27 +0100
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More information for you dedicated Suede fans:
Somebody asked for a track listing and another for lyrics.
Here they are in their entirety...
trash
Maybe, maybe itıs the clothes we wear,
The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair,
Maybe itıs our kookiness,
Or maybe, maybe itıs our nowhere towns,
Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds,
Maybe itıs our looseness,
But weıre trash, you and me,
Weıre the litter on the breeze,
Weıre the lovers on the streets,
Just trash, me and you,
Itıs in everything we do,
Itıs in everything we do...
Maybe, maybe itıs the things we say,
The words weıve heard and the music we play,
Maybe itıs our cheapness,
Or maybe, maybe itıs the times weıve had,
The lazy days and the crazes and the fads,
Maybe itıs our sweetness,
But weıre trash, you and me,
Weıre the litter on the breeze,
Weıre the lovers on the street,
Just trash, me and you,
Itıs in everything we do,
Itıs in everything we do...
filmstar
Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car, it looks so easy,
Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car tonight,
Filmstar, giving it class, living it fast, it looks so easy,
Filmstar, giving it class, living it fast tonight.
What to believe in, itıs impossible to say?
What to believe in when they change your name,
wash your brain, play the game again, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Filmstar, elegance, a terylene shirt, it looks so easy,
Filmstar, an elegant sir in a terylene shirt tonight,
Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car, it looks so easy,
Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car tonight.
What to believe in, itıs impossible to say?
What to believe in when they change your name,
wash your brain, play the game again,
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
lazy
Here they come with their make-up on
as lovely as the clouds, come and see them,
Boys and girls and their mums and their words
and their romances and jobs and their sons,
Barking mad kids, lonely dads
who drug it up to give it some meaning,
>From the raves to the council estates
theyıre reminding us thereıs things to be done.
But you and me, all we want to be is lazy,
you and me, so lazy...
Here they come gone 7am
getting satellite and Sky getting cable,
Bills and Bens and their mums and their friends
who just really, really want to be loved,
Uncle Teds and their legendary vests
helping out around the disabled,
>From the flats and the maisonettes
theyıre reminding us thereıs things to be done.
But you and me, all we want to be is lazy,
you and me, so lazy...
Itıs you and me, itıs you and me, you and me...
by the sea
She can walk out anytime, anytime she wants to walk out, thatıs fine,
She can walk out anytime, anytime she feels that life has passed her
by,
And when I start my new life I wonıt touch the ground,
Iım gonna try hard this time not to touch the ground.
He can walk out anytime, anytime he wants to walk out, thatıs fine,
He can walk out anytime, across the sand, into the sea, into the
brine,
And when I start my new life I wonıt touch the ground,
Iım gonna try hard this time not to touch the ground.
So we sold the car and quit the job
and shook some hands and wiped the make-up right off,
And we said our good-byes to the bank
left Seven Sisters for a room in a seaside shack,
And when I start my new life I wonıt touch the ground,
Iım gonna try hard this time not to touch the ground
...itıs by the sea weıll breed
...into the sea weıll bleed...
she
She, walking like a killer,
She, another night another pillow.
Nowhere places, nowhere faces, no one wants to see,
No education, itıs the arse of the nation,
She is bad, she is bored, she is bony, she is...
She, sh-shaking up the karma,
She, ³injecting marijuana²,
Nowhere places, nowhere faces, no one wants to see,
No education itıs the arse of the nation,
She is bad, she is bored, she is bony, she is...
she...
Nowhere faces, nowhere places, no one wants to be,
No stimulation in this privatisation,
She is bad, she is bored, she is bony, she is she.
beautiful ones
High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine
shaking their bits to the hits,
Drag acts, drug acts, suicides, in your dadıs suits you hide
staining his name again,
Cracked up, stacked up, 22, psycho for sex and glue
lost it to Bostik, yeah,
Shaved heads, rave heads, on the pill, got too much time to kill
get into bands and gangs,
Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones
loved up, Doved up, hung around, stoned in a lonely town
shaking their meat to the beat,
High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine
shaking their bits to the hits,
Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones.
You donıt think about it,
You donıt do without it,
because youıre beautiful,
And if your babyıs going crazy
thatıs how you made me,
la, la, la, la...
starcrazy
Sheıs star, starcrazy, electric-shock-bog-brush-hair,
Flat on her back in the 80ıs, in the 90ıs going nowhere,
Star, starcrazy, got a kicking transistor inside,
A heavy metal stutter that brains me,
and an electric love in her eyes,
Oh, she donıt want education,
She got nothing to say,
She got no imagination (so they say)
Why does she feel this way?
Cos sheıs star, starcrazy, getting stupid on the streets tonight,
and shaking like a mechanical thing
with an electric love in her eyes,
Oh, she donıt want education,
She got nothing to say,
She got no imagination (so they say)
So why does she feel this way?
picnic by the motorway
Iım so sorry to hear about the news,
Donıt you worry,
Iıll buy us a bottle and weıll drink in the petrol fumes,
Iım so sorry to hear about your world,
Donıt you worry,
Thereıs a gap in the fence down by the nature reserve,
Hey, such a lovely day, such a lovely day,
Such fun, looking at the lovers in a lay-by with my little one.
Iım so sorry to hear the news today,
Donıt you worry,
Thereıs been a speeding disaster so weıll go to the motorway,
Iım so sorry to hear about the scene,
Donıt you worry,
Just put on your trainers and get out of it with me,
Hey, such a lovely day, such a lovely day,
Such fun, looking at the lovers in a lay-by with my little one.
Hey, such a lovely day, such a lovely day,
Such fun, looking at the lorries in the litter with my lovely one,
We could go dancing, we could go walking,
we could go shopping, we could keep talking,
we could go drinking, we could sit thinking,
we could go speeding, or we could go dreaming, see? oh hey...
the chemistry between us
And maybe weıre just kids whoıve grown, and maybe not,
And maybe when weıre on our own, we donıt have much,
But oh, we are young and not tired of it,
Oh, we are young and easily lead,
Oh, with all the kids getting out of their heads.
Oh, Class A, Class B, is that the only chemistry?
Oh, Class A, Class B, is that the only chemistry between us?
And maybe weıre just Streatham trash, and maybe not,
And maybe weıre just capital flash in a stupid love,
But oh, we are young and not tired of it,
Oh we are young and easily lead,
Oh, by all the kids getting out of our heads.
Oh, Class A, Class B, is that the only chemistry?
Oh, Class A, Class B, is that the only chemistry between us?
saturday night
Today sheıs been working, sheıs been talking, sheıs been smoking,
but itıll be alright,
Cos tonight weıll go dancing, weıll go laughing, weıll get car sick,
and itıll be okay like everyone says, itıll be alright and ever so
nice,
Weıre going out tonight, out and about tonight.
Oh, whatever makes her happy on a Saturday night,
Oh whatever makes her happy, whatever makes it alright.
Today sheıs been sat there, sat there in a black chair, office
furniture,
but itıll be alright,
Cos tonight weıll go drinking weıll do silly things,
and never let the winter in,
And itıll be okay like everyone says, itıll be alright and ever so
nice,
Weıre going out tonight, out and about tonight.
Oh, whatever makes her happy on a Saturday night,
Oh, whatever makes her happy, whatever makes it alright.
weıll go to peepshows and freak shows,
Weıll go to discos, casinos,
Weıll go where people go and let go
oh whatever makes her happy
Enjoy
Mr Anonymous, but you can probably guess who...
