Live From Dakota
Live - 3 aprile 2006 - Debaser id 321676

'''Stereophonics - Superman'''

You don't know what it's been like
Meeting someone like you
You don't know what it's been like
Meeting someone like you

You look like Jesus on an aeroplane
Ya head's against the window pane
You got opinions but you ain't got news
You got good laughs but when it suits you

You turn it on like a leaking tap
Dripping dropping people drop of a hat
You gotta mouth but you ain't got guts
That drunken mouth you should keep it shut

You don't know what it's been like
Meeting someone like you

Superman on an aeroplane
Sitting next to Lois Lane
You got that woman but you want her gone
So you can sleep with a teenage blonde

You wear a mask, wear an armoured suit
Can't get to you with the gun I shoot
Ya play your cards close to your chest
Because ya poker face is a dreary mess

You don't know what it's been like
Meeting someone like you

Superman on an aeroplane
Sitting next to Lois Lane
You got that woman but you want her gone
So you can fuck a teenage blonde

You turn it on like a leaking tap
Dripping dropping people drop of a hat
You gotta mouth but you ain't got guts
That drunken mouth you should keep it shut

'''Stereophonics - Doorman'''

Doorman you got an attitude
Ya like immigration in a cheaper suit
You'd like nothing more than to break my face
No rhythm no reason no colour or race

You'd like to throw me out on the street
It ain't my fault you can't read
You look like a monkey scowling at me
Well suck my banana, suck it with cream

'Cause all I wanna do
Is get closer to you
'Cause all I wanna do
Is make a mess out of you

Promotion for you is to stamp my wrist
If you're a good boy ya get the guest list
Ya don't listen, don't think, no mind of your own
Your job is prevention, but you just provoke

'Cause all I wanna do
Is get closer to you
'Cause all I wanna do
Is make a mess out of you
Is make a mess out of you

Standing at the bus stop
with my shopping in my hands
when I'm overhearing elderly ladies
as the rumours start to fly

Hear them in the school yard
in the scrap yard
in the chip shop
in the phone box
in the pool hall
at the shoe stall
every corner turned around

It started with a school girl
who was running
running home to her mam and dad
told them she was playing
in the change room
of her local football side
They said tell us again
she told them again
they said tell us the truth
I find it hard to believe
cause he taught our Steve
he even trained me
taught Uncle john
who's a father of three

CHORUS

It only takes one tree
to make a thousand matches
only takes one match
to burn a thousand trees

You see it in the class room
in the swimming pool
where the match stick men are made
at the scouts hall
at the football
where the wise we trust are paid
They all honour his name
he did a lot for the game
he got his name knocked up
above the sports ground gates
Now they're ripping them down
stamping the ground
picture gathers dust
in the bar

CHORUS

Wake up and smell the rain
shake up he's back to stay
he hasn't been on a holiday
growing seeds don't believe
why he's been away

In the school yard
change room
playing fields
bathroom
phone box
office blocks
corners turned around
They keep doubting the flame
tossing the blame
got his name knocked up
above the sports ground gates
Now they're ripping them down
stamping the ground
pictures gathers dust
in the bar in the lounge

CHORUS

'''Stereophonics - Devil'''
Ever dance with the devil baby? Oh no...
Make my day
Do you feel lucky? Oh no...
Tomorrow's another day

Can you walk on water maybe? Oh no...
Turn water into wine?
Can I buy you a drink there lady? Oh no...
Can you tell me another lie?

So be my Devil, Angel
Be my shooting star
Be my Devil, Angel
Be my shooting star

Have I seen you somewhere baby? Oh no...
I need another line
Are you living the dream there lady? Oh no...
Can I tell you what's inside?

So be my Devil, Angel
Be my shooting star
Be my Devil, Angel
Be my shooting star

Stop the car there baby! Oh no...
You can't handle the truth
So what's the point then lady, oh no...
If ya can't stand to play and lose

So be my Devil, Angel
Be my shooting star
Be my Devil, Angel
Be my shooting star

So be my Devil, Angel
Be my shooting star
Be my Devil, Angel
Be my shooting star

Bye bye Angel - Be my Devil

'''Stereophonics - Pedalpusher'''

Gotta get in on the scene hun
Voice activate machine
Got ya hair in a haircut
You gotta fill up the dream

Got ya finger on the pulse babe
Got your rock n roll on?
You wanna screw driver too now
I hear they're fun on

You got it all this side up
But ya ain't got it down!
Push the pedal now

Activate your sweet voice babe
Let your world come out
Get ya head off the chopping block
Get ya ouija board out

Got ya rubber on ya pencil
In case you make a mistake
I hope ya got it all down babe
I'd hate to think you're a fake

You got it all this side up
But ya ain't got it down!
Push the pedal now

I got a royal flush
I gotta ten bob
In my pocket for luck
Just another crush
I got my head read
In the shed once again
My friend

Inside, outside, upside, downside
See my face wanna take me home
I missed your sister, shake your pistol
Hear my voice on your telephone

Just another lush
I got my ten green bottles
In my pocket for luck

In another rut
Get your deadhead
In the shed once again
My friend

Inside, outside, upside, downside
See my face wanna take me home
I missed your sister, shake your pistol
Hear my voice on your telephone

Cigarette burning, got an opal ring
Dirty magazine turning, you're a bird who sings
Sleeping on a shag pile, sleeping on me,
sleeping like an angel watching over me

I've been down and
I'm wondering why
These little black clouds
Keep walking around
With me
With me

It wastes time
And I'd rather be high
Think I'll walk me outside
And buy a rainbow smile
But be free
They're all free

So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home

I look around at a beautiful life
Been the upperside of down
Been the inside of out
But we breathe
We breathe

I wanna breeze and an open mind
I wanna swim in the ocean
Wanna take my time for me
All me

So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home

So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home

So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home

When you think about it
He's watching every word you say, yeah
Say yeah
And when he's sussed you out
He calls her up and out she comes and hustles
Us
Long digging
Gone fishing
Love drinking

The bartender and the thief are lovers
Steal what they need like sisters and brothers
Met in a church a night to remember
Robbing the graves of bodies dismembered

He watched the lesbian talk
She kissed and groped but mostly talked in lust
Crushed
He couldn't make the call
His eyes were gripped on licking tongues
Enough's enough
Failed for once

Long digging
Gone fishing
Love drinking

The bartender and the thief are lovers
Steal what they need like sisters and brothers
Met in a church a night to remember
Robbing the graves of bodies dismembered

Long digging
Gone fishing
Love drinking

The bartender and the thief are lovers
Steal what they need like sisters and brothers
Met in a church a night to remember
Robbing the graves of bodies dismembered

Saved what they stole to meet at the altar
Place where they first set eyes on each other
Flew to the sun to start life all over
Set up a bar and robbed all the locals

Dooooo doooooo doooo doooo doo dooooo doooo dooooo dooo

There's no mistake
I smell that smell
It's that time of year again
I can taste the air
The clocks go back
Railway track
Something blocks the line again
And the train runs late for the first time

A pebble beach
We're underneath
A pier just been painted red
Where I heard the news for the first time

And all the friends lay down the flowers
Sit on the banks and drink for hours
Talk of the way they saw him last
Local boy in the photograph

He'll always be 23
Yet the train runs on and on
Past the place they found his clothing

There's no mistake
I smell that smell
It's that time of year again
I can taste the air
The clocks go back
Railway track
Something blocks the line again
And the train runs late for the first time today

And all the friends lay down the flowers
Sit on the banks and drink for hours
Talk of the way they saw him last
Local boy in the photograph... today
He's gone away