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Lyrics
Written by Nik Kershaw
Sea of faces
Rolling on the big wave
Wish that I could dive right in
Shiny faces,
Glowing in the light rays
Smiling at me, sink or swim
I put my words upon their lips
I put my body at their fingertips
And it feels like somebody loves you,
Somebody understands
And it gets like you gotta be there
You gotta see those hands
See those hands
It's my party
I don't have to impress
I don't have to try too hard
Yeah it's my party
I don't have to care less
I can always play my part
They know my face and they know my name
They know my shamelessness
But not my shame
And
It feels like somebody loves you,
Somebody understands
And it gets like you gotta be there
You gotta see those hands
Reaching out, reaching up for somebody
And I'm the only one they see
Lucky break just as well they don't realise
That I need them much more
Than they need me
Hello home boy
Welcome to the real world
Say what planet have I been on
Time to wake up
Time to smell the roses
Who's gonna love me when they've gone?
What will I do without my wishing well?
What will I say if I can't talk about myself?
I may be crazy, you can call me mad
I call it simple you call it sad
And it feels like somebody loves you,
Somebody understands
And it gets like you gotta be there
You gotta see those hands
(See those hands)
And it feels like somebody loves you,
Somebody understands (yeah)
And it gets like you gotta be there
You gotta see those hands
And it feels like somebody loves you,
Somebody understands
And it gets like you gotta be there
You gotta see those hands
Written by Nik Kershaw
Well, look at you glowing all shiny and fresh
Standing alone looking over the edge
It's a long way down
I wish I could give you a bullet-proof skin
I wish I could show you the world that you're in
But I can't
You wouldn't understand
So there's not a lot I can say
Except please come back and see us
All one day
Have a nice life, have a nice life
Hope you find all you're looking for
I hope it goes well, I come it comes right for you
Have a nice life, have it your way
Hope you live long and prosper
I hope you get high, I hope you get lucky
And find the right one
I love you my precious, I love you my son
I'm sorry for all the wrong things that I've
Done in the past
But it happened so fast
But it didn't quite go as I'd planned
And I hope to God one day you'll understand
And have a nice life, yeah
Have a nice life, have a nice life
Hope you find all you're looking for
I hope it goes well, I come it comes right for you
Have a nice life, have it your way
I hope you live long and prosper
I hope you get high, I hope you get lucky
And find the right one
The one love
The right one
Written by Nik Kershaw
Billy is a new man
He does the best he can to figure out what it's about
And what the Hell he's meant to be
He does the right thing when expected, nuff respect,
Once in a while he likes a smoke and a Joke,
Just as long as it's P.C.
And he thinks that he cries at the Movies
'Cause he's in touch with his feminine side
Sally wants a proud man, Sally wants a proud man
Sally wants a proud man but she's taken all his pride
Billy is a new man, at least when she's around,
A model father or if needed,
He'll be mother for the day,
He watches « Men Behaving Badly »
Though he'll gladly switch it off
If she's offended
He'll pretend it wasn't funny any way
He's got one face he keeps for his woman
And one for when he's out with the guys
Sally wants a true man, Sally wants a true man
Sally wants a true man but he's living out a lie
Better go and find an analyst, or something
Time for sorting out his head
Better go and find a book to read about it
Just like his daddy never did
And he reads Marie Claire at the Doctors
Just in case there is something he should know
Sally wants a free man, Sally wants a free man
Sally wants a free man but she will not let him go
Billy is confused, he feels abusive and abused
He's got one hand on an olive branch
The other on his crotch
He drives a sensible coupe, he thinks Oasis are OK,
He drinks non-alcoholic lager
Though he'd rather drink a scotch
And he tries very hard to be happy
But there are a few little things in the way
Billy wants a good girl and a bad girl
And a Blonde girl, and a brunette or a Bond girl
And a house maid and a teas maid
And a French Maid, yes a sex aid, and a Goddess
And a confidante, a wet nurse and an agony aunt,
A lover, mother, baby sitter,
A young girl with a pretty face and smart
But not too smart to love
An arsehole, yeah, an arsehole,
Billy wants to be an arsehole, singin'
Billy wants it all now, Billy wants it all now
Billy wants it all now but he's too ashamed to say
Sally wants a Superman, Sally wants a Superman
Sally wants a Superman, she hasn't got a chance
Written by Nik Kershaw
I can feel this body moving, it's like I'm going for a ride
It's on automatic pilot, nothing going on inside
Yeah I dress it in Versace and I feed it a la carte
But there's no fire in its belly
There's no passion in its heart
Oooh find me a stranger, Oooh find me a face
Oooh find me an Angel to take me from this place
I can hear this body talking 'bout some stupid little thing
But it doesn't sound like my voice,
No it doesn't sound like me
And I take it to the movies and I let it drive my car
And I tuck it up in bed at night so it can wish upon a star
Oooh find me a stranger, Oooh find me some grace
Oooh find me an Angel to take me from this place
To take me from this place
To take me from this place
I can feel this body shaking like it's just about to blow
I guess it's time that I did something,
Yeah I think it's time to go
Oooh find me a stranger, Oooh find me a face
Oooh find me an Angel to take me from this place
Oooh find me a stranger, Oooh find me some grace
Oooh find me an Angel to take me from this place
To take me from this place
Written by Nik Kershaw
Make a joke about it, make me feel all right
Paint bright colours over it, paint it out of sight
Change around some numbers 'til it all makes sense
Put it down, put it down to experience
The rain is coming down, the wind is blowing
The cold is biting, still you're showing
Your brave face is never fooling anybody
Your brave face is putting on a show
Your brave face
Time to learn to trust somebody
It's time to live, time to cry, time to let it go
Tell me you can take it, you're OK more or less
Just another dog's dinner, just another fine mess
You don't need my charity, you can deal with this
Shrug it all off, shrug it all off, that's the way it is
Smile and tell me shit will happen
When all your life your life's been slapping
Your brave face is never fooling anybody
Your brave face is putting on a show
Your brave face
Time to learn to trust somebody
It's time to live, time to cry, time to let it go
I'd like to know how long you think
You can keep the same expression
Never blinking, never shrinking from the fists you kiss
And I'd like to know how brave you think that is
I see white teeth shining through the black and blue
Say it out loud, say it out loud, I'll still be there for you
Your brave face. Never fooling anybody
Your brave face is putting on a show
Your brave face
Time to learn to trust somebody
Time to live, time to cry, time to let it go
B05.06 What Do You Think Of It So Far?
Written by Nik Kershaw
You've had it all and you wanted more
You've had nothing and you wanted for nothing
You take a look through the open door
See it all going on out there
Time goes by, time goes by
And if you didn't laugh you could almost cry
What do you think of it so far?
Do you wonder there might be something better?
Do you think about where you are?
Do you wonder where you're going?
Five days a week for a slice of pie
Six pack of beer for an anaesthetic
You laugh a lot but you don't know why
And you don't seem to care 'bout that
Life goes on, life goes on
You don't know what you've got 'til it's almost gone
What do you think of it so far?
Do you wonder there might be something better?
Do you think about where you are?
Do you wonder where you're going?
This three piece suite, these aching feet
This one way street, this funny old town
This unmade bed, these books unread
These thoughts unsaid, this merry go round
Time goes by
And if you didn't laugh you could almost cry
Life goes on, life goes on
You don't know what you've got 'til it's almost gone
What do you think of it so far?
What do you think of it so far?
Do you wonder there might be something better?
Do you think about where you are?
Do you wonder where you're going?
Written by Nik Kershaw
God bless this happy home
God bless the hugs and kisses
Keep us all safe and warm
Keep us in ignorant bliss
And Heaven help old Joseph Bloggs in his cardboard box
Reaching out his hand for a piece of me
And Heaven give his dog a bone,
leave my conscience well alone
Then make them jump about as happy as can be
And the Devil take the rest of them,
The Devil take the rest of them
God bless the beautiful
God bless the loved and lauded
Save them from what they do
Save those who can afford it
God bless the stock exchange
God bless the corporations
Give us our daily bread
Forgive us poor relations
Heaven help the little man,
Getting by the best he can
Say's that it's no life but it's a living
And Heaven help the down at heel,
I wonder how they feel
Does anybody know?
I simply can't imagine
The Devil take the rest of them,
The Devil take the rest of them
God bless my football team
God bless my red Diablo
Praise be this coffee machine
Amen to all that I know
Heaven help the human race,
Put a smile upon it's face
With it's sad and sorry eyes
Upon my television
And Heaven help with all it's might so I can sleep at night
So I can enjoy what I've been given
And the Devil take the rest of them,
The Devil take the rest of them
The devil take my soul from me,
The devil take my soul
Written by Nik Kershaw
Drink the good stuff down in one
Call for another, have yourself some fun
Here's to the good life, drink it down
Stick around
That’s easy
The morning after, playing dead
Don't see the black clouds gather overhead
Consequences raining down
Stick around
You might just learn something
God only knows what that could be
Look around
You might just learn something
God only knows and he won't say
The wolf is in your dressing gown
He's huffing, puffing, blowing your house down
The party's over, the love is gone
Think what to do you better run,
Yeah you better run or stick around
You might just learn something
God only knows what that could be
Look around
You might just learn something
God only knows so don't ask me
Stick around
Look around
What doesn't hurt me kills me slow
What doesn't scare me is nothing I don't know
What doesn't kill me makes me strong
When everything goes bad,
When everything feels wrong
Stick around
You might just learn something
God only knows and he won’t say
Stick around
You might just learn something
God only knows what that could be
Look around
You might just learn something
God only knows so don't ask me
Oh no…
Written by Nik Kershaw
If you wrote a book with a page for each memory
And put it in hardback for people to buy
The critics would laugh, yeah they'd call it ridiculous
And sit around waiting for Porky to fly
Oh, the truth is stranger than fiction
And I must believe what I see
But the truth is stranger than fiction to me
If they made a film of the book of the memory
With Bobby De Niro and Demi De Moore
You'd sit in your seat with your popcorn
And chocolate
And wonder aloud at the point of it all
Yeah, the truth is stranger than fiction
And I must believe what I see
But the truth is stranger than fiction to me
If it can happen it will happen it has happened already
If you don't understand, no reason and no rhyme
Don't ask why
If someone had told you you'd be where you are today
You'd of thought they were crazy and laughed
In their face
And I never thought I would long for the memory
And I never thought I would get to this place
But the truth is stranger than fiction
And I must believe what I see
But the truth is stranger than fiction to me
Yeah
Oh, the truth is stranger than fiction to me
I never thought I could be here… No
I never thought I could be here… No
I never thought I could be here… No
I never thought I could be here… No
I never thought I could be here… No
Written by Nik Kershaw
You can have it if you want, it's on a plate
With southern fries and a salad dressed
Or, better still, undressed
And she'll come microwaved and hot
Loving all the things you've got
And you will be everything you're not
When she's around
And she'll be made in Heaven, in Heaven, they said
That she'll be made in Heaven, forever in your head
You can keep it if you want, or throw it away
She comes free with metallic paint
And a three-year guarantee
You can pull her on like a pair of jeans
Or drink her down like the real thing
And she'll have a mind to call your own
And she won't wait to get you home
To get you home
And she'll be made in Heaven, in Heaven, they said
That she'll be made in Heaven, forever in your head
Made in Heaven, in Heaven, they said
That she'll be made in Heaven, forever in your head
She'll make you fly, she'll take you deep
When she comes walking in your sleep
But they made you a promise they couldn't keep
When they told you
That she'll be made in Heaven, in Heaven, they said
That she'll be made in Heaven, forever in your head
Made in Heaven, in Heaven, they said
That she'll be made in Heaven, forever in your head
Made in Heaven, in Heaven, they said
That she'll be made in Heaven, forever in your head
Made in Heaven, in Heaven, they said
That she'll be made in Heaven, forever in your head
Made in Heaven
Written by Nik Kershaw
I took a hundred and ten pictures of you
I put them all around me and wondered what to do
Like a temple in memory, a shrine in your name
To days I don't remember, to nights I can't reclaim
I took a part of my life, about eighteen years long
I pulled it all to pieces and tried to make a song
With a groove you could dance to
A tune you could hum
I sung to my reflection, looking for the one
Man sees the boy in his eyes
Boy sees the man, singing: Shine on
I thought you were gone
I thought you gave in
Deserted me long ago
Shine on, you're somebody's son
You're laughing again
You're letting the feeling grow
I took a hold of myself. It's not how I planned
I pulled myself together and acted like a man
I got a face I must keep up, responsible me
I keep it on my shoulders for everyone to see
Man sees the boy in his eyes
Boy sees the man, singing: Shine on
I thought you were gone
I thought you gave in
Deserted me long ago
Shine on, you're somebody's son
You're laughing again
You're letting the feeling grow (Shine on)
Letting the feeling grow,
Giving the years back to me (Shine on)
Letting the whole world know
That somebody in there loves me
Man sees the boy when he cries
Boy sees the man clinging on to him
Man sees the boy in his eyes
Boy sees the man, singing: Shine on
I thought you were gone
I thought you gave in
Deserted me long ago
Shine on, you're somebody's son
You're laughing again
You're letting the feeling grow
Shine on, I thought you were gone
I thought you gave in
Deserted me long ago
Shine on, you're somebody's son
You're laughing again
You're letting the feeling grow
Shine on, I thought you were gone
I thought you gave in
Deserted me long ago
Shine on, you're somebody's son
You're laughing again
You're letting the feeling grow
Written by Nik Kershaw
Fifteen minutes, that's all you get
One quarter hour, to get it all together
That's nine hundred seconds to make your bed
Fifteen minutes to show the world
You think you're something, that's what it's like
The one and only, the centre of attention
You're up on your high horse,
Then you're on your bike
'Cause you've got fifteen minutes to show the world
Fifteen minutes to show the world
Blow me kisses I’ll live forever
Show me this is a love forever
There’s been some misunderstanding,
But that don't bother you
You never let it get you down
You can show them all next time around
Swallow this sound bite, you won't have time to chew
'Cause you've got fifteen minutes to show the world
That's fifteen minutes to show the world
Feed me honey I'll live forever
Throw me money I'll live forever
Fifteen minutes, that's all you get
One quarter hour, to get it all together
That's nine hundred seconds to make your bed
Oh well, don't go hesitating
'Cause someone else is waiting for his
Fifteen minutes
Fifteen minutes
Fifteen minutes to show the world
Singin' la la la la la…
Blow me kisses I’ll live forever
Show me this is a love forever
Feed me honey I’ll live forever
Throw me money I’ll live forever
Written by Nik Kershaw
I build my house and I build it high
I stand on the roof to touch the sky
And I only wish that I could fly
Yeah, that could really show you
I strut and crow, I walk so proud
I say my piece and I say it aloud
But you really left me speechless now
To humble for a while
In wonder for a while
At the beauty of this child
Oh, Woman; how can I create like
Woman, there’s nothing I can make like
Woman, I fumble and I cheat for woman
But still I can’t compete
You tease me, tempt me, call my name
Invite me in from whence I came
And I’m only too pleased to play that game
I guess that really shows you
And even though I know I’m blessed
With life I suckled from your breast
Still I’m doing my worst and I do my best
To keep you on your knees
But it’s me that’s on my knees
In manners such as these
Oh, Woman; how can I create like
Woman, there’s nothing I can make like
Woman
I gave you music, paintings and all that stuff
I build you great cities and I blow them up
I walk on the wild side, I walk on the moon
And I hope to God I won’t arrive too soon
Nothing can compare to the magic I see there
Let’s pretend that I don’t care
Oh Woman
Oh Woman
Oh, Woman; how can I create like
Woman, there’s nothing I can make like
Woman, I fumble and I cheat for woman
But still I can’t compete
Oh, Woman
Yeah, Woman
Written by Nik Kershaw
Don’t come that little boy lost, those little boys eyes
Save all your innocent looks, those innocent cries
No use you calling his name or shedding that tear
No point you looking up there he’s lying down here
You’ve picked the wrong man
To do the right thing
You’ve picked the wrong hands
To put your life in
‘Cause he don’t know nothing about living or dying
Can’t tell loving from what lovers do
And he can’t look after himself
Let alone you too
Stop your inquisitive words, your curious mind
Hold back your delicate arms, your beautiful smile
No use you hanging on tight, if only he knew
No point you following him, he’s following you
You’ve picked the wrong man
To do the right thing
You’ve picked the wrong hands
To put your life in
‘Cause he don’t know nothing about laughing or crying
Can’t tell growing up from growing old
And he can’t look after his guilt
Let alone your gold
You think he’s bigger than you
He’s closer to God
He’ll take this bullet for you whatever he’s not
You’ve picked the wrong man
To do the right thing
You’ve picked the wrong hands
To put your life in
‘Cause he don’t know nothing about living or dying
Can’t tell loving from what lovers do
And he can’t look after himself
Let alone you too
You’ve picked the wrong man
To do the right thing
You’ve picked the wrong hands
To put your life in
‘Cause he don’t know nothing about laughing or crying
Can’t tell growing up from growing old
And he can’t look after his guilt
Let alone your gold
Written by Nik Kershaw / Co-written by Nik Kershaw and Richard Page
(Cover versions)
Oxygen… Oxygen
I take each breath as if it is my first
I hold it there, so deep inside me
Until I’m about to burst
(Until I’m fit to burst)
(Until I almost burst)
I speak each word as if it is your name
I move my lips and I taste the moment
And still it sounds the same
Your hand moves and so does mine
Our eyes meet and I know I’m alive
(Our hearts beat, our bodies keeping time)
You are my oxygen, I breathe you in, I breathe you out
You are my oxygen, you are my love
You are what life’s about
Oxygen…
I take each breath as if it is my last
You never know
What came so slowly can leave us all so fast
I take each step as if it is to you
(I speak each word as if it is to you)
I hear your voice and I feel your presence in everything I do
My body sleeps, your lips revive
Our hearts beat and I know I’m alive
(Our eyes meet and I know I’m alive)
You are my oxygen, I breathe you in, I breathe you out
You are my oxygen, you are my love
You are what life’s about
Oxygen
The air is thick, the flowers sweet, the shadows come down
Tonight the moon is at my feet and I breathe you in...
I breathe you in... To mean
I’m nobody without you
If you were not here, what would I do?
What would I do?
You are my oxygen, I breathe you in, I breathe you out
You are my oxygen, you are my love
You are what life’s about
You are my oxygen, I breathe you in, I breathe you out
You are my oxygen, you are my love
You are what life’s about
You are my oxygen, I breathe you in, I breathe you out
You are my oxygen, you are my love
You are what life’s about
Oxygen… Life’s about
Oxygen…Life’s about
Oxygen…Life’s about
Oxygen…Life’s about