Blur - Oily Water

Lead in me and me in water

Dangling in my word

I swallowed too much oily water

It keeps slipping down my spine

In a sense of self decline

Growing fat on sound

It's only an early morning dream

And the whole world will be alright

My head is full of suspicion

I'm coming home sometime

I've swallowed too much oily water

It keeps slipping down my spine

In a sense of self in decline

Lying on my back

It's only an early morning dream

And so the whole world will be alright

Blur - Sunday Sunday

Sunday Sunday here again in tidy attire
You read the colour supplement, the TV guide
You dream of protein on a plate, regret you left it quite so late
To gather the family around the table, to eat enough to sleep
Oh the Sunday sleep

Sunday Sunday here again a walk in the park
You meet an old soldier and talk of the past
He fought for us in two World Wars and says the England he knew is no more
He sings Songs of Praise every week but always falls asleep
For that Sunday sleep

Sunday Sunday, lalalala.....
Sunday

Sunday Sunday here again in tidy attire
You read the colour supplement, the TV guide
You dream of protein on a plate, regret you left it quite so late
To gather the family around the table, to eat enough to sleep
And Mother's pride is your epithet, that extra slice you will soon regret
So going out is your best bet, then bingo yourself to sleep
Oh the Sunday sleep

Blur - Advert

It's six o'clock on the dot and I'm half way home
I feel foul mouthed as I stand an' wait for the underground
And a nervous disposition doesn't agree with this
I need something to remind me that there's something else

You need a holiday somewhere in the sun
With all the people who are waiting
There never seems to be one
Say something, say something else
Say something, say something else

Advertisements are here for rapid persuasion
If you stare too long you lose your appetite
A nervous disposition doesn't agree with this
You need fast relief from aches and stomach pains

I need a holiday somewhere in the sun
With all the people who are waiting
There never seems to be one
Say something, say something else
Say something, say something else

One, two, three, four
Five, six, seven, eight
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen

You can have our holidays
Yes, ladies and gentlemen
For one week only
A special offer

You need a holiday somewhere in the sun
With all the people who are waiting
There never seems to be one
Say something, say something else
Go on, say something, say something else
Say something, say something else
Say something, say something else

Blur - Popscene

A fervoured image of another world
Is nothing in particular now
And imitation comes naturally
But I never really stopped to think how
And everyone is a clever clone
A chrome coloured clone am I
So in the abscence of a way of life
Just repeat this again and again...and again
Hey, hey come out tonight
Hey, hey come out tonight
Popscene, all right

I'm leaving town to run away
Run into your twisted arms
No queues and there's no panic there
Just dangling your feet in the grass
My lack of natural luster now
Seems to be losing me friends
So in the abscence of a way of life
Just repeat this again and again...and again
Hey, hey come out tonight
Hey, hey come out tonight
Popscene!

Hey, hey come out tonight
Hey, hey come out tonight
Popscene, all right
Hey, hey come out tonight
Hey, hey come out tonight
Popscene!