"Lost in the Supermarket"
I'm all lost in the supermarket
I can no longer shop happily
I came in here for that special offer
A guaranteed personality
I wasn't born so much as I fell out
Nobody seemed to notice me
We had a hedge back home in the suburbs
Over which I never could see
I heard the people who lived on the ceiling
Scream and fight most scarily
Hearing that noise was my first ever feeling
That's how it's been all around me
I'm all lost in the supermarket
I can no longer shop happily
I came in here for that special offer
A guaranteed personality
I'm all tuned in, I see all the programmes
I save coupons from packets of tea
I've got my giant hit discoteque album
I empty a bottle and I feel a bit free
The kids in the halls and the pipes in the walls
Make me noises for company
Long distance callers make long distance calls
And the silence makes me lonely
I'm all lost in the supermarket
I can no longer shop happily
I came in here for that special offer
A guaranteed personality
And it's not here
It disappear
I'm all lost...
(edited to add these lyrics....because.....ah, fuck it.)
Death or Glory
Every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world
And ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl
Love 'n' hate tattooed across the knuckles of his hands
The hands that slap his kids around 'cause they don't understand
How death or glory becomes just another story
How death or glory becomes just another story
'N' every gimmick hungry yob digging gold from rock 'n' roll
Grabs the mike to tell us he'll die before he's sold
But i believe in this-and it's been tested by research
That he who fucks nun will later join the church
From every dingy basement on every dingy street
I hear every dragging handclap over every dragging beat
That's just the beat of time-the beat that must go on
If you been trying for years-then we already heard your song
NONONONONONONONONONONONO shitdamnfuckhell!
...the only Joe that matters...
"love and hate tattooed across the knuckles of his hands; hands that slap his kids around 'cause they don't understand about -- death or glory -- just another story." :::happy fucking xmas:::
i think i'm going to cry.
Posted by: julie on December 23, 2002 12:46 PMI know.
God, I wish I had my CDs here at work.
he was only fifty. dammit.
Posted by: kd on December 23, 2002 02:16 PMIt's weird, because I've been on a Clash kick lately. (Aaron is just starting to appreciate them). I listened to them all day today at work. 50 is awfully damn young for this. :(
Posted by: skits on December 23, 2002 05:19 PMI know ~ really sad. What's happening to all the good musicians...
Posted by: Keanuette on December 27, 2002 05:04 PM