1. |
Love Grove
02:01
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Written with the help of the lovely Mary McClain.
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2. |
Rub
02:41
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‘Screwed up’ a warning tattoo inked across my forehead,
That a freaked out former beau had left to warn you
And if you'd have invested in laser eye surgery,
Then you wouldn’t have hooked up with a burn out like me
I know that I’m a drain, (That I)
Rub you up the wrong way
Go against the grain, (That I)
Rub you up the wrong way
Rub you up the wrong way
Rub you up the wrong way
I know that you really detest me but really I'm that tragic,
That I’d rather have you loathe me that my own loneliness,
And don't you know you’ll have to (pause) scrape me off,
Like a piss ant loser I’m still clinging on
I know that I’m a drain, (That I)
Rub you up the wrong way
Go against the grain, (That I)
Rub you up the wrong way
Rub you up the wrong way
Rub you up the wrong way
BRIDGE
You are going cos you know there's no hope,
And I'm still clinging to the tails of your coat,
And where my self respect should have been,
Looks like God left an IOU note
An IOU note,
So that is that - that's the end of it,
There's only one way I can go now and that's down,
Down, down, down repeat
I know that I’m a drain, (That I)
Rubbed you up the wrong way
Went against the grain, (And I)
Rubbed you up the wrong way
Rubbed you up the wrong way
Rubbed you up the wrong way
Rubbed you up the wrong way
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3. |
Breath Mintz
02:38
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Written by Geoff. Adapted by t'OSS.
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4. |
1thru25
01:59
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I need you like a bald head needs a hat,
To wrap me up like a scarf when there’s a draft,
Hold my hands like gloves and for winter bugs
Make me better like a (Gap) fisherman’s friend
Wanting you like a green shoot craves manure,
To gather me up like the birds gather twigs for their nests,
Sleep on you like new born lambs need a rest,
Help me out when dusty dreams need a spring
Clean
I'm Counting on you (one through to five)
I'm Counting on you, (one through to five)
I'm Counting on you, (one through to five)
I'm Counting on you like the fingers on my hand,
Keep me safe like an application of sun cream,
I’m a dry mouth thats needing an ice cream,
When Im too hot you can cool me off,
Gotta have you like I gotta have insect
Repellent
I'm Counting on you (one through to five)
I'm Counting on you, (one through to five)
I'm Counting on you, (one through to five)
I'm Counting on you like the fingers on my hand,
You’re the squirrel that helps me hoard my nuts,
Without you an empty field riven with ruts ,
I have to you like a tree has to be free of it’s leaves
And bonfire night needs it's catherine wheel
I'm Counting on you (one through to five)
I'm Counting on you, (one through to five)
Like the fingers on my hand,
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5. |
Bin Bag Bombs
03:01
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Bin Bag Bombs
Verse 1
It was petulance that made me make,
Bin bag bombs with your clothes
And a final fit of pique that made me,
Turf them out onto the street
Chorus
I know that I kicked you out,
But I didn't mean for you to leave,
Didn't realise that sorry,
Wouldn't be enough to bring you back
Verse 2
Couldn't get my own way,
So I meant to make you mad,
And when you started shouting,
Underneath it made me glad,
Chorus
I know that I kicked you out,
But I didn't mean for you to leave,
Didn't realise that sorry,
Wouldn't be enough to bring you back
Bridge G Em G Em
Didn't stop to think this through,
Went off on one like I always do,
Didn't stop to think this through,
Went off on one like I always do,
Didn't stop to think this through,
Went off on one like I always do
Final Verse
Didn't mean to push so far that you would break,
And I've tried every trick in my allure book,
Tried baiting every single one of my hooks,
But this time it looks like I really screwed it up
Outro
I know that I kicked you out,
But I didn't mean for you to leave,
Didn't realise that sorry,
Wouldn't be enough to bring you back
To bring you back,
To bring you back
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6. |
La Bumba
02:42
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7. |
Cardigans at the Disco
03:12
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Cardigans at the Disco
F# A# B
F# A# B
F# A# B
These thoughts unabridged are too rambling to fit into,
A single text message and I think to say it all,
I'd have to hammer out those characters until my finger pads were raw
Chorus F# C# A# B#
So it's time to pack up your anorak,
And ginger haul your on arse back
I've found a twee band you'd adore
So it's time to pack up your anorak,
And ginger haul your on arse back
I've found a twee band you'd adore
I know you've only been gone for one weekend,
But I need someone to understand that I want to wear a cardigan,
That I wann throw some shapes and really dance around
Chorus F# C# A# B#
So it's time to pack up your anorak,
And ginger haul your on arse back
I've found a twee band you'd adore
You like things that are a bit shit,
and I like things that are bit shit too
Your dancing's enthusiastically shit,
And my dancing's a bit shit too
Before your boyfriend thinks about
Doing me some harm,
It's not like that, you understand,
Your my best friend and I need you like,
I need my right arm
Bridge E A E B
You like things that are a bit shit,
and I like things that are bit shit too
Your dancing's enthusiastically shit,
And my dancing's a bit shit too
Chorus
So it's time to pack up your anorak,
And ginger haul your on arse back
I've found a twee band you'd adore
So it's time to pack up your anorak,
And ginger haul your on arse back
I've found a twee band you'd adore
I know you've only been gone for one weekend,
But I need someone to understand that I want to wear a cardigan,
That I wanna throw some shapes and really dance around
Outro
You like things that are a bit shit,
and I like things that are bit shit too
Your dancing's enthusiastically shit,
And my dancing's a bit shit too
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8. |
Mope Ed
02:53
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10. |
The Big Let Down
02:01
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My mind is like a sausage dog,
It's small and it's overstretched
And it's underpowered like a lawnmower,
On a motorway stretch
A D F#m E
I'm flakey and I'm vague and I'm butterfly brained,
And I'm sorry if this comes as a rude awakening,
I'm flakey and I'm vague and I'm butterfly brained,
And I'll let you down time & time & time & time again,
Again Again
My memory is like worn out spring,
And I'll forget every single thing,
And I can only live for now,
There's no other way that I know how
Am C G D
I'm flakey and I'm vague and I'm butterfly brained,
And I'm sorry if this comes as a rude awakening,
I'm flakey and I'm vague and I'm butterfly brained,
And I'll let you down time & time & time & time again
Again Again
A F#m E
This bridge does not save any graces,
This song is merely a brutal assessment of the situation
This bridge does not save any graces,
This song is merely a brutal assessment of the situation
It's takes me too long to connect,
All the dots that are in my head,
It's takes me too long to connect,
All the dots that are in my head,
Am C G D
I'm flakey and I'm vague and I'm butterfly brained,
And I'm sorry if this comes as a rude awakening,
I'm flakey and I'm vague and I'm butterfly brained,
And I'll let you down time & time & time & time again
I'll let you down (Repeat)
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t'OSS England, UK
Inept musical duo from Brighouse.
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