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Stereophonics lyrics

Album: Words Get Around [1997]

Tracks12
 01  A Thousand Trees
 02  Looks Like Chaplin
 03  More Life In A Tramps Vest
 04  Local Boy In The Photograph
 05  Traffic
 06  Not Up To You
 07  Check My Eyelids For Holes
 08  Same Size Feet
 09  Last Of The Big Time Drinkers
 10  Goldfish Bowl
 11  Too Many Sandwiches
 12  Billy Daveys Daughter
all Stereophonics lyrics



A Thousand Trees
Standing at the bus stop with my shopping
In my hands when I'm overhearing elder
Ladies as the rumours start to fly you can
Hear them in the school yard scrap yard
Chip shop 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 so she told them again
They said tell us the truth they found it hard
To believe cause he taught our steve he
Even trained me taught uncle john who's
Father of three

But 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 matchstick 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 but now they are
Ripping them down stamping the ground
Picture gathers dust behind the bar in the
Lounge it takes one tree to make

A thousand matches
Only takes one match to burn

A thousand trees

Wake up and smell the rain shake up he's
Back to stay he hasn't been on a holiday
His growing seeds don't believe why he's
Been away in the school yard change room
Playing fields bathroom phone box office
Blocks corner turned around they keep
Doubting the flame tossing the blame got
His name knocked up above the sports
Ground gates but now they're
Ripping them down stamping the ground
Picture gathers dust in the bar in the
Lounge it takes one tree to make

A thousand matches
It only takes one match to burn

A thousand treesback to top
Looks Like Chaplin
I feel the wash close down the street yet chaplin walks feet nine fifteen
And I hear them call his name and I see him turn away they take him in
And clean him up they take him in and strip him down dry his skin and feed him wine
And I hear them call his name and I see him turn away asks to use the phone yet he
Lives alone he lives alone there's no one home to phone sits alone home alone calls
His hone his own wife is still unknownback to top
More Life In A Tramps Vest
I get camping eyes in the final hour last minute shoppers picking cauliflower the fuss they
Make you'd swear they were buying a car always moan moan it's not so cheap cheaper still
Cheaper still down the street I lose my rag and tell them take your bag and shop down there
Closing down closing down another road one way system steals the show
Mac the knife swigs a can and sings the day away
There's more life in a tramps vest flower man sits down in the street surrounded by stock he
Bought back last week bring back the ladies wearing lipstick on their teeth
Make up we make up a crappy joke sit back relax and have a smoke
Mac the knife swigs a can and sings the day away
There's more life in a tramps vestback to top
Local Boy In The Photograph
There's no mistake I smell that smell it's that time of year again I can taste the air clocks go back railway track
Something blocks the line again and the train runs late for the first time pebble beach we're
Underneath a pier just been painted redwhere I hear 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 twenty three yet the train runs on and on past the place they
Found his clothingback to top
Traffic
We all face the same way still it takes all day take a look to my left pick out
The worst and the best she paints her lip greasy and thick another mirror stare and

She's going where
Another office affair to kill an unborn scare
Talk dirty to the priest
Makes them human at least
Is she running away

To start a brand new day
Or she going home
Why's she driving alone is anyone going anywhere

Everyone's gotta be somewhereshe got a body in the boot
Or just bags full of food

Those are models legs but are they womens are they mens
She shouts down the phone missed a payment on the loan she gotta be above the rest
Keeping up with the best is anyone going anywhere
Everyone's gotta be somewhere
Wait tables for a crook wrote a hard back book you teach kids how to read
Sell your body on the street a nurse without a job another uptown snob
But have I got you wrong
One look and you were gone is anyone going anywhere

Everyone gotta
Be somewhereback to top
Not Up To You
Salt grips the road awaits his lift again street orange glow shades the odds against one
More sip a shoe a miss a shaving nick one extra kiss who's to know whatever not up
To me not up to you swings don't swing the parks been dead for years how do you
Know the last swing weren't your last for good hard book on freaks fresh summer
Peach creased magazine sugar chocolate treat who's to know whatever not up
To me not up to you the street's so long where she lost her pocket purse kept the last
Picture of the man she committed first cracked windscreen rain french murder play
Junk take away tired street parades who's to know whatever whatever not up to me
Not up to you
Not up to anything we doback to top
Check My Eyelids For Holes
I gotta lose weight I swallow honey is my stand up show still that funny

Am I back for good I said that I said that I would be she's down waist low trying to make

Me happy

Because I like watching you it's time I tried tried to check my check my eye lids

Check for holes

Two weeks late I gotta test for babies shop take is falling low I'm not going back back to the

Factory's because I like what I do it's time I tried tried to check my check my eye lids

Check for holesback to top
Same Size Feet
A week's too long not to ring re colours her hair and waits for him no cat
Against dog just head over heals sex twice a date best time in years oh
No why hasn't he phoned she has to wait until he's on his own lying and
Denying so no body knows I'll tell her this week is what he tells her to
Keep her on loan he'll buy her one
Day

Sex drives oral highs cheated wives and spies cream cakes coffee dates
Floral gifts goodbye passed away for the day had a change of kind sex
Changes too mundane for the average mind oh no she just can't see
Where he is or where he's been looked prim and straight like she's
Always been all that she saved for went missing again she could be
Wrong it looks like the words got around they found a body in the lake
Maybe it wasn't really his name same colour same weight same size
Feet it's the not knowing that kills you oh no the clocks stopped slow
Everytime you're on your own ya' hide from the spies so nobody knows
Scratch through the pages of the lazy days news for a clue still looking forback to top
Last Of The Big Time Drinkers
Ten minutes flat after that day at the factory I'm drinking like a dog in the sun I don't
Need to eat or sleep awink at the weekend just rot my guts and I can't wait for my
Next drink the first is gonna sink I'm the last of the big time drinkers I take pride in
My work I'm the last of the big time drinkers the beer don't taste the same with out
My name painted on my glass I don't live to work I work to live and live at the
Weekend and maybe spend a week in the sun I come home wet the bed throw my
Sheets out the window and sunday morning comes and I can't wait for my next
Drink the first one is gonna sink I'm the last of the big time drinkers I take pride in my
Work I'm the last of the big time drinkers the beer don't taste the same with out my
Name painted on my glass
And I can't wait for my next drink the first one
It's gonna sink I'm the last of the big time drinkers I take pride in my
Work I'm the last of the big time drinkers just give me hops or the
Slops I'm the last of the big time drinkers
I take pride in my work I'm the last of the big time drinkersback to top
Goldfish Bowl
The same long faces in the workman's hall caramel crisp counts
His birds cliff chip's lines up his dominoes kingfisher lead singer
Calms his nerves
I'm drinking sinking swimming drowning working smirking learning
Burning sleeping thieving cheating beating I'm eating I'm deep in a
Goldfish bowl it's sink or swim
The hall down town just burns to the ground my boxing ring turned to ash
Red head ginger bread sells tickets at the door stella sleep walks in the sand
I'm drinking sinking swimming drowning working smirking learning burning
Sleeping thieving cheating beating I'm eating I'm deep in a goldfish bowl it's sink
Or swim they're looking in
Hard up outta luck time to ride the village bike a bike been used ten times or
More grape vine here's the wife lays down her royal flush
I think I've lost another wifeback to top
Too Many Sandwiches
Shopping spree for the family tree
Haven't seen your family tree in quite
A while too many sandwiches
And wine sherry stains down your
Best mans
Tie what a speech the band arrives
The granny's cry
Singer's
Tongues in the
Bar maids
Mouth what a voice
Grandpa
Drunk a drop or two his head's still
Sunk in the portaloo what a man
You bought a sequin dress for your
Chichen breast the disco's late and
He's overpaid tonight you got a
Diamond ring and the man who
Sings the man who sings made
Love to the barmaid twice and that's
Just tonight the blue rinsed hairs lift
Up the chairs the band's too loud
They're off down stairs what a noise
The bride and groom dance their
Dance the singer mimes there's still
A chance the bar maid

Smilesback to top
Billy Daveys Daughter
I never knew her name
I only knew her fame
She lived near my town
Another goldfish to drown
Well I just past the bridge
That parts us from them the bridge
That she used again and again again
I remember when they found her
Billy davey's daughter the word gets around
Billy davey's second daughter threw herself
To dirty water billy's left with nothing but a
Dreamhe dreamsback to top
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