LYRICS
Your Fortune As Told By The Stars
Clap Hands
Clap hands, communicate the feeling
Show the world how you really feel
Have you ever heard the sound that birds make when they’re taking off
from a field?
Clap higher the more you like something, try to clap above your head
Clap low the less that you appreciate something that an idiot said
The first clap is really like a spark plug, a few more and we roar into life
There’s nothing worse than clapping on your own and thinking you’re
not doing it right
It can make you feel twice as lonely
It can make you shut down?
And have you ever heard anybody clapping on their own
When they think there’s no one around?
Clap hands, communicate the feeling
Show us how you really feel
It has to be a responsible job to start applause and hope it appeals
It takes years to really understand the sound that one hand clapping makes
Don’t clap when you’re holding a glass or use it and hope nothing
breaks
It can make you feel twice as lonely
It can make you shut down?
And have you ever heard anybody clapping on their own
When they think there’s no one around?
The first clap is really like a spark plug, a few more will bring
it to life
There’s nothing worse than tapping with your fingers, trying hard to
be impolite
It takes days to really understand the sound one hand clapping
makes
And in my head everyone’s clapping and the building and the ground really
shake
But I have never felt twice as lonely
I have never shut down
And I have never heard anybody clapping on their own
Clapping when there’s no one around
Around around around
You Should Feel The Same
Looks like the sun is out again
I’m sure I told it not to shine
I need to drum up stormy weather
To go with bloody Frank Sinatra in my mind
And you should feel the same
You should feel the same
You should want everything I want and feel the same
You should feel the same
You should want everything I want and feel the same
I’m criticised for how I see things
Sometimes I find it’s easier to lie
Cos if it ain’t broke then I don’t have to fix it
Without the sun I think you’ll find it’s still the sky
And you should feel the same
You should feel the same
You should want everything I want and feel the same
You should feel the same
You should want everything I want and feel the same
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ve nothing left but good intentions
And I know it’s difficult to see my view
Cos I am broken and bowed but not defeated
There’s always me and Frank, still shining through
And you should feel the same
You should feel the same, you should feel the same
You should feel the same
You should want everything I want and feel the same
Protest Song
Today, I’m complaining about everything that I see
From the quality of conversation to the rubbish in the name of TV
And while I’m drifting through this world
There’s a standard I expect upheld
And I’m sadly disappointed with where we are
Cos you would think with all this progress
We’d be travelling by flying car
I blame the movies and I blame Star Trek
For my hopes being above the bar
Though you can never count your chickens
Oh god, I’ve seen one or two
And there were cuckoos in the nest when I met you
Forty years since the Beatles
Said “all you need is love”
It’s so simple and we control it
Without any help from above
But now there’s morons bombing buses
And there’s morons starting war
And how come the goddess of love is really a whore?
And I don’t care if you look good on the dance floor
And I don’t care about the size of Kylie’s bum
I work twice as hard as you to earn some money
To buy a guitar and write another protest song
I don’t care if you look good when you’re out on that
dance floor, baby
I don’t care about the colour of Madonna’s son
I work twice as hard as you to earn my money, baby
I buy a guitar and write another protest song
King of Your Life
There’s you
On an automatic heading
For trouble
You’ve no forward, no reverse
Just a constant speed like a hearse
Be king of your life
Because you’ve only got the one
And there’s nothing more, there’s nothing more to come
There’s you
On an automatic setting
To nowhere
There’s no chorus, there’s no verse
There’s no melody in your universe
Be king of your life
You know you’ve only got the one
Be king of your life
You know you’ve only got the one
Take Control of your life
Because you’ve only got the one
And there’s nothing more, there’s nothing more to come
Rooftops
He’s leaving the house, scanning the rooftops,
He’s climbing the hill, it’s another day
Caught in the breeze but wrapped up for winter
Smiling and tense as he finds his way
He’s going out , across all the traffic
He’s into the park and over the line
Walking to town while forming opinions
Thinking of ways to deceive his mind
And he knows he doesn’t belong
And he spends every day just holding on
Now we’re coming back, we’re up to the houses
That live in the streets where nobody breathes
He’s crossing the road just changing his viewpoint
And finding the holes in his pockets with keys
He’s taking it in, he’s letting it out, he’s sketching a
plan as the light starts to leave
Dragging the past back up from the memory
Swirling it round until he starts to believe
And he knows he doesn’t belong
And he’s spending every day just holding on
But something is clearly wrong
And he knows he doesn’t belong
And he’s spending every day just holding on
But something is clearly wrong
Something is clearly wrong
Something is clearly wrong
Something is clearly wrong
The Future Comes To Greet Us
You’ve a nerve to call me shallow
When you don’t know what it means
Did I touch you in your dreams?
I have got no time for liars,
I’ve got all my life to live
It’s the truth I struggle with
But I’ve nothing else to give, to give
Every day is short but the moments last
The future comes to greet us from the past
I had to give up thinking clearly
I found I couldn’t get things done
Made mistakes and let them run
Now we’re having so much fun, fun
Every day is short but the moments last
The future comes to greet us from the past
Made mistakes and let them run,
We’re having so much fun
Will you catch me when I fall, if I spiral out of control?
The future comes to greet us when we’ve finished with the past
Solid Sound
Tuesday, a documentary
About a family and their lives
And she said that he’s embarrassing
He pulls that monkey face when he whines
And their words were hitting the ground
Like bricks of solid sound
Most days, can’t take him anywhere
“ He really shows me up all the time”
But he thinks she’d need the safety car
They’ve got at Silverstone when she drives
And their words were hitting the ground
In bricks of solid sound
And she said “baby if I tried to break your heart, I know
that you won’t die”
Cos solid stone won’t rip apart
I’d need a superheroes’ strength
And the words were hitting the ground
In bricks of solid sound
Upside down and back to front
They’ve got it jumbled up in their minds
Maybe, we need to write it down
In simple syllables to be kind?
And the words were hitting the ground
In bricks of solid sound
Upside down and back to front
They’ve got it jumbled up in their minds
And she said he’s just embarrassing
He pulls that monkey face when he whines
When he whines
Paint Your House
Can you hear the funny sound?
It’s in your head it’s all around
It signifies that the hopeless feeling will come down
We’ll start it at the count of ten
And if it’s wrong we’ll start again
And then we’ll wait for the guilty feeling to come down
And if we make it up to three
Then you’re the better man, clearly, not me
You paint your house in “Aubergine”
The worst colour I’ve ever seen
Then you’ll wait for the hopeless feelings to come down
You could’ve gone for “meadow cream”
“ Atlantic ocean”, “summer stream”
Now you’re lost and the hopeless feelings will come down
And if you’d got as high as six,
It could be something that you ate
Or just dirty tricks, yeah yeah!
Let’s get together be a team
You’ve got the brains,
I’m super keen
And then we’ll wait for the hopeless feelings to come down
You paint your house a funny green
It’s the worst colour I’ve ever seen
And now you’re lost and the stupid feelings will come down
When you’re lost the hopeless feelings will come down
When you’re lost the hopeless feelings will come down
When you’re lost the hopeless feelings will come down
The stupid feelings will come down
The guilty feelings will come down
The hopeless feelings will come down
The stupid feelings will come down
The hopeless feelings will come down
The guilty feelings
Come down
Sacred Cow
Take what you’ve achieved
And write it down and make me believe
Well try, just try to prove
Where I went wrong, when I jumped my groove
And if I need to ask you, will you tell me how?
Will you tell me how?
I think your name in Hebrew is some kind of cow
Some kind of cow
Well I, I don’t amount, to all that much
Compared to you
But I could tell you things
You’ll never know, let alone do
And if I need a reason, I’ll let you know
I’ll let
you know
Summer’s just a season, it’s not a place to go
It’s not somewhere to go
And if I need to ask you, will you tell me how?
Will you tell me how?
I think your name in Hebrew means “sacred cow”
Means Sacred Cow, you’re some kind of cow
You’re a Sacred Cow
So take what you’ve achieved
And write it down and kindly leave
And kindly…
Hung Out To Dry
Lately, I’ve been sleeping
On my back not on my side
Cos I am waiting for the aliens
To come down and kick my hide
I’ve been hung out to dry, but I haven’t
got the slightest idea why…
Sometimes if you listen
You will hear me talking back
But I’m not saying anything, you might want to relax
Cos I’ve been hung out to dry, and I haven’t got the
faintest idea why…..
Simple conversation seems to be beyond your skill
And I don’t want to believe you but I find I’m listening still
I’ve been hung out to dry
And I haven’t got the faintest
No, I haven’t got the slightest
No, I haven’t got the foggiest idea why
We’re all counting on you
Going down
But everybody says you’ve got a point to prove
I’m just hoping you’ll tell the truth
When everyone’s pushing you around
We got high
And everybody said that’s not the way to go
I tell you these days it’s hard to know
When everyone’s pulling me around
But don’t look back
There’s nothing you can do about yesterday
And all those chances you threw away
Those chances are never coming back
And I get so tired
Thinking of the things I should’ve done
The battles I lost I would’ve won
If I’d gone forward ready to attack
But don’t look back
Because there’s nothing you can do about yesterday
And standing up will give the game away
You can run but you know they’ll bring you back
And I get so tired
Of thinking of the things I should’ve done
The battles I lost I would’ve
won
If I’d gone forward ready to attack
If I’d gone forward ready to attack
We’re all counting on you to attack
Attack, attack, attack, attack
Attack attack, attack, attack
Mayonnaise
Whether or not the sun is hot I really couldn’t say
Though it’s crucial to my existence I don’t think about it every
single day
I find I’m distracted by the choice I have though really I am set in
my ways
And why do you offer salad cream when secretly you know there’s mayonnaise?
It’s because I’m thinking, I’m thinking about
you
It’s because I’m thinking that thinking will get me through
Ready or not it’s time to stop, to find another way
And I look to find direction but in doing so I’m dazzled by the praise
Sometimes I see clearly and the things I see can punish me or sometimes amaze
And why do you offer salad cream when everybody knows there’s mayonnaise
It’s because I’m thinking, I’m thinking about
you
It’s because I’m thinking that thinking will get me through
It’s because I’m thinking, I’m thinking about you
It’s because I’m thinking that thinking will get me through
Thinking will get me through
Thinking’s gonna get me through
Just thinking about you
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