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You're So Great

 

Sad, drunk and poorly, sleeping really late

Sad, drunk and poorly, not feeling so great

Wandering lost in a town full of frowns

Dogs digging up the ground

 

Tea, tea and coffee helps to start the day

Tea, tea and coffee, shaking all the way

City's alive, a surprise, so am I

Get no sleep today

 

I feel the light in the night and in the day

And I feel the light when the sky's just mud and grey

And I feel the light when you tell me it's okay

You're so great, and I love you

 

 

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Cheer up Colin! It's nearly the weekend and the forecasters predicted sun! I know, I'll tell you about the jumble sale I'm doing Sunday at St.Andrew's-they'll be homemade cakes and all sorts - Why don't you come along? That'll brighten your weekend. My son Ralph will be there, he's the parish gardener.

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Gary: Why have you never been married, Anthea?

 

Anthea: Well, I was asked once, but...

 

George: Don't talk about it if you don't want to.

 

Anthea: No, No, I'm fine.

 

Gary: What happened then?

 

Anthea: Well, I said yes, but then he started being beastly, and I realised it wasn't going to work out.

 

Gary: What did he do?

 

Anthea: Well, he kept pulling my hair.

 

George: Pulling your hair?

 

Anthea: Yes. It was all over by the time we went to big school.

 

 

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I know just how to whisper

And I know just how to cry

I know just where to find the answers

And I know just how to lie

 

I know just how to fake it

And I know just how to scheme

I know just when to face the truth

And then I know just when to dream

 

And I know just where to touch you

And I know just what to prove

I know when to pull you closer

And I know when to let you loose

 

And I know the night is fading

And I know the time's gonna fly

And I'm never gonna tell you

Everything I gotta tell you

But I know I gotta give it a try

 

And I know the roads to riches

And I know the ways to fame

I know all the rules

And I know how to break 'em

And I always know the name of the game

 

But I don't know how to leave you

And I'll never let you fall

And I don't know how you do it

Making love out of nothing at all

 

Out of nothing at all, out of nothing at all

Out of nothing at all, out of nothing at all

Out of nothing at all

Making love out of nothing at all

 

Every time I see you all the rays of the sun are

Streaming through the waves in your hair

And every star in the sky is taking aim at your eyes

Like a spotlight

 

The beating of my heart is a drum and it's lost

And it's looking for a rhythm like you

You can take the darkness from the pit of the night

And turn into a beacon burning endlessly bright

 

I've gotta follow it 'cause everything I know

Well it's nothing till I give it to you

 

I can make the runner stumble

I can make the final block

And I can make every tackle at the sound of the whistle

And I can make all the stadiums rock

 

And I can make tonight forever

Or I can make it disappear by the dawn

And I can make you every promise that has ever been made

I can make all your demons be gone

 

But I'm never gonna make it without you

Do you really wanna see me crawl

And I'm never gonna make it like you do

Making love out of nothing at all

 

Out of nothing at all, out of nothing at all

Out of nothing at all, out of nothing at all

Out of nothing at all, out of nothing at all

Out of nothing at all.

 

 

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Colin, I know I've just had a bit of a rant at you but that Blur track 'You're so Great' is bloody brilliant. I think I'll get that album out later and listen to it.

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A Cheerful/semi-hardcore Poem by Chubbhead (in an unconvetional manner)

 

*ahem*

This time tomorrow I'll be on my way to a place called 'wasted'

David Ginola would say I'm a typical English lass, with very bad taste(ed)

But who gives a feck what he thinks, with his stupid floppy hair.

He cheated on his missus with one of us, so he's hardly being fair!

So off I go to up hold that great British tradition.

If I did it anywhere else, I'd be facing extradition.

 

BIG UP!

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