Baby Shambles : Shotters Nation

Rock / United-Kingdom
(2007 - EMI Records)
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1. CARRY ON UP THE MORNING

In the morning where does the pain go?
Same place the fame goes
To your head
And it's not easy
Getting it out your head
And it's too easy
Getting out your head

Tell me now could not explain no
Put it in a song instead
But it's not easy
Getting out of bed
And it's not easy, so I said no
You used to be into me
Now you've got it in for me

Now in the morning where does all the pain go?
Same place the fame goes
Straight to your head
And it's not easy
Getting it out your head
And it's not easy
Getting them out your bed

Oh in the morning where does the pain go?
Same place the fame goes
Straight to your head
It wasn't easy

Don't you think about what they said
The way they tease me
Those notes about what you said
They said, "you two were meant to be"
And so it was meant to be

And I know where to find you, my love
In the same old flat by the river
The only way in was through the window
No it's not easy, getting outta bed
It's not easy, getting it out your head
No it's not easy, getting outta bed
Oh it's too easy, getting out your head


2. DELIVERY

By and by the way of an explanation
Cast a drift of the shores of shotter's nation
I had a lick, it caved my skull in like a brick
Oh now what use am I to anyone
Fucked, forlorn, frozen beneath the summer
Don't sing along or you'll get what I got

So, here comes a delivery
Straight from the heart of the misery, oh
Here comes a delivery, straight through the heart of you, yeah you

And you, You've finally left school
Oh what, on earth, do you intend to do?
See if you can take the man go down town
And all, you skins and mods, now get together
Make pretend it's 1969 forever
Or find a girl, have a drink, have a dance and pray

This song might deliver me
From the harshness of misery, oh
It's a song that delivers me, straight to the heart of you
So, here comes a delivery
Straight from the heart of the misery, oh
Here comes a delivery, straight through the heart of you


3. YOU TALK

You talk, you talk a good game
Wish I could talk the same
A song is just a game I'm getting good at cheating at

You talk, yes you talk a good game
Won't you teach me the same
Oh I'd love to explain, like showing your hand and all about
Oh well I know, I know, I know, I know and so and so and so

So what I suppose it's got to

Oh well I never said it was clever
I just like gettinh leathered
Looking for the light the light behind your eyes

You talk, you talk a good game
Wish I could talk the same
A song is just a game I'm getting good at cheating at

Utah, remember Utah in the rain
And those little red shoes and some kid with the blues
Who gets right on your tits, you just grin and bear it

Oh well I know, I know, I know, I know it's wrong and so and so and so
So what I suppode it's got to

Oh well I never said it was clever
I just like gettinh leathered
Looking for the light the light behind your eyes

Bevan, he drops stones from heaven L O R D for ever
And the love, the love behind your eyes

You talk, you talk a good game
You talk, you talk a good game
You talk, you talk a good game
You talk, you talk a good game

Wll I never. ever said it was clever
I just like getting leathered looking for the light
the light behind your eyes

Bevan, he drops stones from heaven L O R D for ever
And the love behind your eyes


4. UNBILOTITLED

He is stronger than the walls
That you tried to build around him
To dumb and dumbfound him
For 2000 years I have waited for that call
Screaming from the windows
Screaming bloody murder

He is stronger than the walls
That you tried to build around him
To dumb and dumbfound him
For 2000 years I have waited for that call
Screaming from the windows
Screaming bloody murder

He is stronger than the walls
That you tried to build around him
To dumb and dumbfound him
For 2000 years they have waited for his call
Screaming from the windows
Screaming bloody murder

The more that you follow me
The more I get off
You think that you know me
You're pissing me off
You think that you own me
Why don't you fuck off?

He is stronger than the walls
That you tried to build around him
To dumb and dumbfound him
For 2000 years I have waited for this call
Screaming from the windows
Screaming bloody murder

I messed my head, I messed my head
Oh happy will I be
Seem to shine fire upon everyone and no one
I messed my head, I messed my head
Oh happy will I be

And there goes a Bilo on the run
...She said to Bilo and killed everyone


5. SIDE OF THE ROAD

Half dead,
And a third alive,
A quarter ticking over on the middle by the side of the road,
Don't get surrounded by people you hate,
Choke you out the house down the path and out the garden gate.

Well I'll never, never, not once when we're together,
one gun punks on vogue at the side with the bands and the vans and the gangs and the clan with the monkey man high with a little girl at his side.

What is it that you're doing to me, I don't know, I know, I know, I know, I know, there came a truce and tea

Well I'll never, never, not chop those two together, with wheeling dope just do it on the side.
With the bands and the fans and gangs and the clan with the monkey man high with a little girl at his side.

Well I'll never, never, not once when we're together, waiting on the dole
As he's queuing up inside ... innnnnside ... graveyard.

Half dead,
And a third alive,
A quarter ticking over on the middle by the side of the road


6. CRUMB BEGGING

Don't take me for no sunbeam
Don't take me for no sunbeam
No sunbeam no sunbeam

Another faction of
And no detection of
Another tax out of your life

Don't take me for no sunbeam
Don't take me for no sunbeam
No sunbeam no sunbeam

Cause I'm a crumb begging baghead baby yeah
Crumb begging baghead baby yeah
Bet you say that to all of the girls

All of the long lost wars
Any cause is worth dying for
What passing bells for those who die like cattle again and again and again and again

Now, don't take me for no sunbeam
Don't take me for no sunbeam
No sunbeam no sunbeam

I'm a crumb begging baghead baby yeah
A crumb begging baghead baby yeah
Bet you say that to all of the girls

If you ever smile
In the street, crocodiles
I doubt you'd ever smile again

Now, don't take me for no sunbeam
Don't take me for no sunbeam, no sunbeam, no sunbeam


7. UNSTOOKIETITLED

You smoke your ciggerette down to the bone
And since you vowed to back it and you're too proud to sack it
You have to carry on, on your own
You think you had it under control
Best foot forward, don't look back no more
Break your heart and torment your soul

They sold my name after they stole my shame
Sold my name ah yeah
Tumbled my game, tumbled their game
Tablet sized brains

You smoke your ciggerette down to the bone
Best not to mention you're craving attention
Love from fame like blood from a stone
Too busy to notice that you'd throne
Turn to dust, there's no one left to trust
Last chance and your mind will go

Suppose my name, suppose it came
And they sold my shame yeah...
Suppose it came and I tumbled their game
Tabloid spy brain

But is it really such a sin though?
It's one and the same


8. FRENCH DOG BLUES

I model lacklustre panicky in vain search for the remedy
No words only melody come so I take the day off
My love, my love, she sits with me, I love, I love her company
Raindrops on roses and dust-filled trinkets

So, this washes over you
My French dog blues
Chien bleu chien franzosischer hund
And the French dog blues
And the French dog blues
By the French dog blues

Never surrender to flattery
Frown on, come down on duplicity
And above all things my son...take the money and run

I still model lacklustre panicky in vain search for the remedy
No words only melody came
Ah, take another day off

Oh, this washes over you
French dog blues
Chien bleu chien franzosischer hund
Yeah, I see you

I only ever wanted the one with the flag
All you ever wanted was a 60 dollar bag
And a cheap limousine for your deep pile dreams on the highway
On the highway
Highway, oh

Chien bleu franzosischer hund

And the French dog blues
And the French dog blues
Well, the French dog blues
And the French dog


9. THERE SHE GOES

I, I was surpised
I must say, I was surprised
Surprised you stayed
Only to be betrayed by the one you Gave all your love and trust to

How could I let go?
I caught a glimpse of your immense soul
Like you were dancing to northern soul
With just one glance
How well you know

There she goes, a little heartache
There she goes, a little pain
Oh, make no mistake she sheds her skin like a snake
On the dirty road to fame
(Dirty road to fame, my love)
There she goes, a little heartache
There she goes, a little pain
Make no mistake she sheds her skin like a snake
You're gonna walk that plank again
(Walk the plank again, my love)

I was to implore, was to implore
That you forget all that you saw
When you come through my door
And from your bag you pulled out more skag than I'd ever seen

How could I let go?
Since I caught a glimpse of your white plimsoles
Twisting and turning to northern soul
Just one glance, everybody knows

There she goes, a little heartache
There she goes, a little pain
Make no mistake she sheds her skin like a snake
On the dirty road to fame
(Dirty road to fame, my love)

There she goes, a little heartache
Oh there goes, alot of pain
Now make no mistake, she sheds her skin like a snake
You're gonna walk that plank again
(Walk the plank again, my love)
Oh, there she goes a little
There she
There she


10. BADDIES BOOGIE

Baddie's bound by ancient codes of decency and secrecy
He understands about stabbing backs and shaking hands
So if or when you're behind bars or in front of them as you are
Look out for the man who'll bum your wife and then shake your hand

Oh you've been here before, you fell in love and carried her over the threshold
Thinking, she's far too good looking to do the cooking
Now, but that's twenty years ago...twenty years ago

Thats a lousy life for the washed up wife of a permanently plastered, pissed up bastard
A lousy life for the washed up wife of a permanently plastered, pissed up bastard
A lousy life for the washed up wife of a permanently plastered, pissed up bastard
Lousy life, lousy life

Kid was singing will I ever be free, does this town hold no more for me
Club Tropicana the drinks are free, stick one in his face for me

Baddies bound to decency and secrecy
Baddies bound…

Oh well you've been here before, fell in love and carried her over the threshold
Thinking, she's far too good looking to do the cooking
Oh but that was twenty years ago...twenty years ago

It's a lousy life for the washed up wife of a permanently plastered, pissed up bastard
A lousy life for the washed up wife of a permanently plastered, pissed up bastard
A lousy life for the washed up wife of a permanently plastered, pissed up bastard
Lousy life, a lousy life

Kid was singing will I ever be free, does this town hold no more for me
Club Tropicana the drinks are free, stick one in his face for me

Baddies bound... decency and secrecy


11. DEFT LEFT HAND

You seem the type to follow the line
Went from cheery vagabondage to cold blooded luxury in four years
No lick spittle or pickthack from sycophant claw back flunky
Oh, I want to lay by your side
Oh, I will lay down and die if I can't lay by your side

Weaker vessel or better half?
That woman's tears could be the death of me... oh dear
You know when she's had a few she'll be onto you there's no letting up
But, I want to lay by your side
Oh, I will lay down and die if I can't lay by your side

It may hap that these these are they - the golden years
So don't despair don't dismay dry your tears
Everything is for the best in the best of all possible worlds

I had a blast off with the cast of a play on the radio
They were more liberal times
Destined to drone in monotone on your radio
It's a little dream of mine

Oh but comments were less than complimentary
And the deft left hand it followed the right

I think about my happiest times and one of them
was sat in bed watching a documentary on murderers
A bearcat, a memosa and a view of arcady

Oh, I want to lay by your side
Oh, I will lay down and die if I can't lay by your side

Oh, I want to lay by your side
Oh, I'll surely lay down and die
I can't lay by your side

Oh, I want to lay by your side
Oh, I'll surely lay down and die by your side

Oh, I want to lay by your side


12. THE LOST ART OF MURDER

Could roll a four
Could roll a nine
Find yourself washed up in paradise

Just like before
She never used to mind
I lost my phone in paradise

And what a nice day for a murder
You call yourself a killer but the only thing that you're killing is your time
There's nothing absurder
A bird is just a burden
To your heart your soul your body spirit and mind

Oh don't look at me like that
She won't take you back
You said too much, you been too unkind
Get up off your back
Stop smoking that
You could change your life
Do you think you'll change their mind

No light before
No light behind
Someone else washed up in paradise

Could roll a four
Could roll a nine
Find yourself washed up in paradise

Just like before
She never used to mind
I lost my phone in paradise

And what a nice day for a murder
You call yourself a killer but the only thing that you're killing is your time
There's nothing absurder
A bird is just a burden
To your heart your soul your body spirit and mind

Oh don't look at me like that
She won't take you back
You said too much, you been too unkind
Get up off your back
Stop smoking that
You could change your life
Do you think you'll change their mind

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