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| This is the stereophonics lyric page. So on this page you will be able to find out what kelly is actually saying when he sings all those great songs, the stereophonics have written. I hope you find this page a help and an end to that irritating feeling when you just want to know what they are singing. The last time I saw the stereophonics was at V99 and they were great | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
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here are the lyrics from the album "Word Gets Around". A THOUSAND TREES Standing at the bus stop with my shopping in my hands. And I'm overhearing elder ladies As the rumours start to fly You can hear them in the schoolyard. In the scrapyard. In the chip shop. In the phone box. In the pool hall. At the shoe store. Every corner turned around It started with a school girl. Who was running. Running home to her Mum and Dad Told them she was playing, in the change room of local football side. They said tell us again, she told them again, tell us the truth, we find it hard to believe. Cause he thought our steve, he trained me taught Uncle John whose father of three. Only takes one tree, to make 1000 matches Only takes one match, to burn 1000 trees 1000 trees You see it in the classroom. In the swimming pool. Where the matchstick men are made. At the scout's hall. At the football. All the wise we trust are paid They all honour his name. He did a lot for the game. He got his name knocked up above the sports ground gates. But now they're ripping them down, stamp on the ground Picture gathers dust behind the bar in the lounge Only takes one tree, to make 1000 matches Only takes one match, to burn 1000 trees 1000 trees Wake up and smell the rain. Shake up, he's back to stay. He hasn't been on a holiday. His growing seeds don't believe. While he's been away. In the schoolyard. Changing room. Playing field. Bathroom. Phone box. Office blocks. Corners turned around. They keep doubting the flame, tossing the blame. Got his name knocked up above the sports ground gates. And they're ripping them down, stamping the ground Picture gathers dust in the bar in the lounge Only takes one tree, to make 1000 matches Only takes one match, to burn 1000 trees 1000 trees 1000 trees 1000 trees LOOKS LIKE CHAPLIN I feel the wash close down the street. Yet Chaplin walks feet 09:15 CHORUS And I hear them, hear them call his name. And I see them, see them turn away They take him in, and clean him up. They take him in, and strip him down They dry his skin, and feed him wine. REPEAT CHORUS Asks to use the phone. Yeah lives alone, He lives alone No No-one, No-one home to phone. Sits, alone at home He calls his home his own. His wife is still unknown MORE LIFE IN A TRAMPS VEST I get camping eyes in the final hour Last minute shoppers picking cauliflower The fuss they make you think they were buying a car Always moan; moan it's not so cheap Cheaper still, cheaper still down the street I lose my rag and tell them take you're bag and shop down there Closing down, closing down another road One way, system steals the show Mac the knife swigs a can and sings the day away There's more life, more life, more life, in a tramps vest There's more life, more life, more life, in a tramps vest Flower man sits down in the street Surrounded by the stock he bought last week Bring back the ladies wearing lipstick on their teeth Make up, make up a crappy joke Sit back, relax and have a smoke Mac the knife swigs a can and sings the day away There's more life, more life, more life, in a tramps vest There's more life, more life, more life, in a tramps vest I get camping eyes in the final hour Last minute shoppers picking cauliflower They fuss they make you think they were buying a car Always moan; moan it's not so cheap Cheaper still, cheaper still down the street I lose my rag and tell them take you're bag and shop down there Closing down, closing down another road One way, system steals the show Mac the knife swigs a can and sings the day away There's more life, more life, more life, in a tramps vest There's more life, more life, more life, in a tramps vest LOCAL BOY IN THE PHOTOGRAPH There's no mistake I smell that smell It's that time of year again I can taste the air The clocks go back railway track Something blocks the line again and the train runs late for the first time. A pebble beach, we're underneath Pier had just been painted red Where I heard the news for the first time and all the friends lay down the flowers Sit on the banks and drink for hours Talk of the way they saw him last Local boy in the photograph . . . today He'll always be twenty-three yet that train runs on and on Past the place they found his clothing There's no mistake I smell that smell It's that time of year again I can taste the air The clocks go back railway track Something blocks the line again and the train runs late for the first time. . . today And all the friends lay down the flowers Sit on the banks and drink for hours Talk of the way they saw him last Local boy in the photograph . . . today. He's gone away - TRAFFIC We all face the same way, Still it takes all day. I take a look to my left, Pick out the worst and the best. She paints her lip, greasy and thick. Another mirror stare. And she's going where? Another office affair, to kill an unborn scare. Talk dirty to the priest, it makes them human at least. Is she running away, to start a brand new day? Or she's going home, why's she driving alone? Is anyone going anywhere? Everyone's gotta be somewhere She's got a body in the boot? Or just bags of food? Those are models legs? But are they womens? Are they mens? She shouts down the phone, she missed a payment on the loan She's go to be above the rest, keeping up with the best Is anyone going anywhere? Everyone's gotta be somewhere She waits tables for a crook? You wrote a hardback book? You teach kids how to read? Sell your body on the street? A nurse without a job? Another uptown snob? Have I got you wrong? One look and you were gone Is anyone going anywhere? Is anyone going anywhere? Is anyone going anywhere? Everyone's got to be, somewhere NOT UP TO YOU Salt grips the road awaits his life again street orange glow against one more sip a shoe a miss a shaving nick. One extra kiss, whose to know whatever! Not up to me, Not up to you Swings don't swing the parks been dead for years How do you know the last swing weren't your last for good Hard book on freaks, fresh summer peach, creased magazine Sugar chocolate treat whose to know whatever! Not up to me, not up to you The streets so long where she lost her pocket purse Keep the last picture of the man she committed first Cracked windscreen rain French murder play, junk take away Tired street parades who's to know whatever! Not up to me, not up to you. Not up to anything we do. CHECK MY EYELIDS FOR HOLES I gotta lose weight, I swallow honey. Is my stand up show still that funny am I back for good? I said that I wouldn't be, she's down waist low trying to make me happy I like watching you It's time I tried tried to check my check my eyelids check for holes. Two weeks late I gotta test for babies shop take is falling low. I'm not going back to that factory, because I like what I do It's time I tried tried to check my check my eyelids check for holes. SAME SIZE FEET A weeks too long, not to ring. Re-colours her hair, and waits for him. No cat against dog, just head over heels Sex twice a date, best time in years. Oh no, why hasn't he phoned? She has to wait until he's on his own Lying and denying so nobody knows. I'll tell her this week is what he tells her to keep her on loan. He'll buy her one day Sex drives, oral highs, cheating wives and spies. Cream cakes, coffee dates, throwing gifts, goodbye. Passed away for the day had a change of kind. Sex changes, to mundane for the average mind Oh no she just can't say. Where he is and where he's been. Look prim and straight. Like she's always been. All that she saved for went missing again. She could be wrong She could be, she could be, she could be wrong She could be, she could be, she could be wrong It looks like, It looks like, It looks like the words got around They found a body in the lake maybe it wasn't really his name. Same colour, same weight, same size feet It's the not knowing that kills you. Oh no the clocks stopped slow, every time you're on your own. The hide from the spies. So nobody knows Scratch through the pages of the lazy days news for a clue. Still looking for you LAST OF THE BIGTIME DRINKERS 10 minutes flat after the day at the factory. I'm drinking like a dog in the sun I don't need to eat, or sleep a wink at the weekend. Just rot my guts CHORUS I can't wait for my next drink. The first one has gonna sink I'm the last of the big time drinkers I take pride in my work I'm the last of the big time drinkers My beer don't taste the same without my name painted on my glass I don't live to work, I work to live, and live at the weekend and maybe spend a week in the sun I come home wet the bed, throw my sheets out the window and Sunday morning comes and REPEAT CHORUS I can't wait for my next drink The first one it's gonna sink I'm the last of the big time drinkers I take pride in my work I'm the last of the big time drinkers Just give me the hops or the slops I'm the last of the big time drinkers GOLDFISH BOWL The same long faces in the workman's hall, caramel crisp counts his birds cliff chip's Lines up his dominoes king fisher lead singer calms his nerves I'm drinking swimming drowning working smirking learning burning sleeping thieving cheating beating I'm eating I'm deep in a goldfish bowl. It's sink or swim The hall down town just burned to the ground, my boxing ring turned to ash Red head ginger bread sells tickets at the door Stella sleep walks in the sand I'm drinking swimming drowning working smirking learning burning sleeping thieving cheating beating I'm eating I'm deep in a goldfish bowl. It's sink or swim they're looking in Hard up outta luck time to ride the village bike a bike been used ten times or more Grape vine here's the wife lays down her royal flush I think I've lost another wife TOO MANY SANDWICHES Shopping spree for the family tree haven't seen your family tree In quite a while. Too many sandwiches and wine Sherry stains down your best mans tie what a speech. The band arrives the granny's cry Singers tongue's in the barmaids mouth what a voice. Grandpa drunk a drop or two his heads still stuck in the portaloo. What a man You bought a sequin dress for your chicken breasts. The disco's late and he's overpaid tonight. You got a diamond ring and a man who sings the man who sings. Made love to the barmaid twice and that's just tonight. The blue rinsed hairs lift up their chairs the bands too loud. They're off down stairs what a noise. The bride and groom they dance their dance. The singer mimes and there's still a chance the barmaid smiles BILLY DAVEYS DAUGHTER I never knew her name. I only knew her fame. She lived near my town, another goldfish to drown Well I just passed the bridge that parts up from them, the bridge that she used again and again and again I remember when I found her Billy Daveys Daughter The Word Gets Around Billy Davey's second daughter threw herself to dirty water Billy's left with nothing but a dream He dreams Word Gets Around | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
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