All Things Must Pass.
I’m walking out for love
I’m walking bad really down
Like a cool breeze
I’m gonna be late again
Driver wait for me please!
I’m running all in vain
Trying to catch this fucking train
“Time don’t fool me no more”
And I throw my watch to the floor
(It’s so lazy)
Time don’t do it again
Now I’m stressed and strained
In the subway train
Now it s half past two
Long gone the rendez-vous
Now it’s half past three
Time made a fool out of me
Now it s half past four
Baby can’t you see
No use in waiting no more
It’s timing tragedy
I think it s nine
When the clock says ten
This girl wouldn’t wait
For the out of time
Out of time manWriter(s): Antoine Chao / Daniel Jamet / Jose Manuel Chao / Philippe Teboul / Santiago Ignaci Casariego / Thomas Darnal
Album: Two of Diamonds
Released: 2007
At eight o’clock we said goodbye
That’s when I left her house for mine
She said that she’d be staying in
Well, she had to be at work by nine
So I get home and have a bath
And left an hour or two pass
Drifting in front of my TV
When a film comes on that she wants to see
It’s Monday morning 5. 19
And I’m still wondering where she’s been
‘Cause every time I try to call
I just get her machine
And now it’s almost 6 a.m.
And I don’t want to try again
‘Cause if she’s still not back
And then this must be the end
At half past two I picture her
In the back of someone else’s car
He runs his fingers through her hair
Oh, you shouldn’t left him touch you there
It’s Monday morning 5. 19
And I’m still wondering where she’s been
‘Cause every time I try to call
I just get her machine
And now it’s almost 6 a.m.
And I don’t want to try again
‘Cause if she’s still not back
Well, heaven knows what then
Is this the endWriter(s): Louis Robert Eliot
Album: Rialto
Released: 1997
10.15
10.15
Saturday night
Saturday night
And the tap drips
And the tap drips
Under the strip light
Under the strip light
And I’m sitting
And I’m sitting
In the kitchen sink
In the kitchen sink
And the tap drips
And the tap drips
Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip
Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip
Waiting
Waiting
For the telephone to ring
For the telephone to ring
And I’m wondering
And I’m wondering
Where she’s been
Where she’s been
And I’m crying
And I’m crying
For yesterday
For yesterday
And the tap drips
And the tap drips
Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip
Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip
It’s always the same
It’s always the sameWriter(s): Laurence Andrew Tolhurst / Michael Stephen Dempsey / Robert James Smith
Album: Boys Don’t Cry
Released: 1980
Leaning in your corner like a candidate for wax
Sidewalk social scientist don’t get no satisfaction from your cigarette
It’s ten to ten and time is running out
Lock up all your memories, get out of here, you know that we can runToday can last another million years
Today could be the end of me
It’s 11:59, and I want to stay alivePumping like a fugitive in cover from the night
Take it down the freeway like a bullet to the ocean
Wait until the morning, take tomorrow by the hand
Take it down the highway like a rocket to the ocean, we can runToday can last another million years
Today could be the end of me
It’s 11:59, and I want to stay aliveHanging on a frequency and burning like a fire
Boy you’ve got the motion down, it’s getting late, I’m tired and I’ve lost control
Don’t leave me here, time is running out
Take me down the highway like a rocket to the ocean, we can runToday can last another million years
Today could be the end of me
It’s 11:59, and I want to stay aliveWriter(s): Jimmy Destri
Album: Parallel Lines
Released: 1978
And the moment will come when composure returns
Put a face on the world, turn your back to the wall
And you walk twenty yards with your head in the air
Down the Liberty Hill, where the fashion brigade
Look with curious eyes on your raggedy way
And for once in your life you have nothing to say
And could this be the time when somebody will come
To say, “Look at yourself, you’re not much use to anyone”
Take a walk in the park, take a valium pill
Read the letter you got from the memory girl
But it takes more than this to make sense of the day
Yeah it takes more than milk to get rid of the taste
And you trusted to this, and you trusted to that
And when you saw it all come, it was waving the flag
Of the United States of Calamity, hey!
After all that you’ve done boy, I’m sure you’re going to pay
In the morning you come to the ladies salon
To get all fitted out for The Paperback Throne
But the people are living far away from the place
Where you wanted to help, it’s a bit of a waste
And the puzzle will last till somebody will say
“There’s a lot to be done while your head is still young”
If you put down your pen, leave your worries behind
Then the moment will come, and the memory will shine
Now the trouble is over, everybody got paid
Everybody is happy, they are glad that they came
Then you go to the place where you’ve finally found
You can look at yourself sleep the clock aroundWriter(s): Campbe / Christopher Geddes / Isobel Campbell / Michael Cooke / Richard Colburn / Sarah Martin / Stephen Jackson / Stuart Murdoch
Album: The Boy with the Arab Strap
Released: 1998
A cinq heures cinquante-cinq
Awake with open eyes
A drift upon the night
And miles away from land
Five fifty five
Five fifty five
A cinq heures cinquante-cinq
Ante meridiem
Too late to end it now
Too early to start again
Five fifty five
Five fifty five
Soon the morning will arrive
Can I begin another day
Whilst this old day is still alive
Refusing to be put away
Five fifty five
No sleep tonight
Five fifty five
Like a beast awaits its faith
Laid here with time to kill
The very dead of night
Where time and space stand still
Five fifty five
Five fifty five
A cinq heures cinquante-cinq
Nothing will ever change
On the altar of my thought
I sacrifice myself again and again and again
Five fifty five
Five fifty fiveWriter(s): Jarvis Branson Cocker / Jean Benoit Dunckel / Nicolas Jean Michel Godin
Album: 5:55
Released: 2006
I’m going out sleepwalking
Where mute memories start talking
The boss that couldn’t help but hurt you
And the pretty thing he made desert you
I’m going out now like a baby
A name unsatisfiable baby
Grabbing onto whatever’s around
For the soaring high or the crushing down
With hidden cracks that don’t show
But that constantly just grow
I’m looking for the man that attacked me
While everybody was laughing at me
You beat it in me that part of you
But I’m gonna split us back in two
Tired of living in a cloud
If you’re gonna say shit now you’ll do it out loud
It’s 2:45 in the morning
And I’m putting myself on warning
For waking up in an unknown place
With a recollection you’ve half erased
Looking for somebody’s arms to
Wave away past harms
I’m walking out on center circle
The both of you can just fade to black
I’m walking out on center circle
Been pushed away and I’ll never go backWriter(s): Steven Paul Smith
Album: Either/Or
Released: 1997
I came across a cache of old photos
And invitations to teenage parties
“Dress in white” one said, with quotations
From someone’s wife, a famous writer
In the nineteen-twentiesWhen you’re young you find inspiration
In anyone who’s ever gone
And opened up a closing door
She said, “We were never feeling bored‘Cause we were never being boring
We had too much time to find for ourselves
And we were never being boring
We dressed up and fought, then thought: “Make amends”
And we were never holding back or worried that
Time would come to an end”When I went I left from the station
With a haversack and some trepidation
Someone said, “If you’re not careful
You’ll have nothing left and nothing to care for
In the nineteen-seventies”But I sat back and looking forward
My shoes were high and I had scored
I’d bolted through a closing door
I would never find myself feeling bored‘Cause we were never being boring
We had too much time to find for ourselves
And we were never being boring
We dressed up and fought, then thought: “Make amends”
And we were never holding back or worried that
Time would come to an end
We were always hoping that, looking back
You could always rely on a friendNow I sit with different faces
In rented rooms and foreign places
All the people I was kissing
Some are here and some are missing
In the nineteen-ninetiesI never dreamt that I would get to be
The creature that I always meant to be
But I thought in spite of dreams
You’d be sitting somewhere here with me‘Cause we were never being boring
We had too much time to find for ourselves
And we were never being boring
We dressed up and fought, then thought: “Make amends”
And we were never holding back or worried that
Time would come to an end
We were always hoping that, looking back
You could always rely on a friendAnd we were never being boring
We had too much time to find for ourselves
And we were never being boring
We dressed up and fought, then thought: “Make amends”
And we were never being boring
We were never being bored
‘Cause we were never being boring
We were never being boredWriter(s): Neil Francis Tennant / Christopher Sean Lowe
Album: Behaviour
Released: 1990
Candles and tambourines shine in the dusk
Monkeys and Spoonful float through the musk
Why when you come here
Does the rainbow turn black?
Spitting and burning, the vision attacks
But then the clock turns and its now
and its you
Ghosts from the river beg to get in
Staining my windows with pictures of sin
Sometimes the night time steals all your light
Then in the morning the birds lift and fly
But then the clock turns and its now
and its youWriter(s): Grant William Mclennan / Robert Derwent Garth Forster
Album: The Friends of Rachel Worth
Released: 2000
Pretty pendant decendend of joy
Return the father to the boy
Resent your past repent our cast
We are only lines on a map
Calendars oh and clocks oh and Hickory docks
Find a feeling that feels okay
Find another to blow it away
Who are you and who am I
Please don’t ask me I’ll break down and cry
Calendars oh and clocks oh and Hickory docks
Hoo ha hoo ha hoo ha
There’s nothing more than the seashells on the sea shore
Nothing more than the church bell that rings no more
Nothing more than the scenes behind a closed door
Nothing more than the rich and pennyless poor
Nothing more, no nothing more
Calendars Clocks and hickory docks
Calendars Clocks and hickory docks, yeah!
Calendars Clocks and hickory docks
Calendars Clocks and hickory docks, yeah!Writer(s): James Skelly / Nick Power
Album: The Coral
Released: 2002
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