When she smiles it’s generous
So ring that victory bell

You don’t always have to be on top
I had this wall and what I knew of the free world was that I could see their fireworks

Just fell from his heart as a song

My new number one ~Beans on Toast~

She’s beautiful, she’s intelligent, She’s sexy and she’s fun, She’s confident and clever, She’s my new number oneWhen she smiles it’s generous, Oh, she’s a winner
She’s always up for dancing, and she likes drinking tequila
She’s adventurous and daring, and fun to be around
She somehow reaches up so far with both feet on the ground

She like reggae music and face painting
Climbing to the roofs of abandoned buildings
From a tiny little valentines card, to the morning with a lollipop lady
A quick kiss on the escalator with the prettiest girl at the party
I hope she’s got her socks on, the one she pulls to her knees
I can’t wait till I get home, and I’m going to see Lizzie B.
She got my favourite CD as a present for me before it even came out
We had pork chops for dinner, she made breakfast as well
Well, I get along with all her friends, mine think she’s great
I took her to meet my parents on Sunday night
And now I trust her with the passwords and keys to the house
The home is where the heart is and nobody elseShe like reggae music and face painting
Climbing to the roofs of abandoned buildings
From a tiny little valentines card, to the morning with a lollipop lady
A quick kiss on the escalator with the prettiest girl at the party
I hope she’s got her socks on, the one she pulls to her knees
I can’t wait till I get home, and I’m going to see Lizzie B.

Glory Hallelujah ~Frank Turner~

Brothers and sisters, have you heard the news?
The storm has lifted and there’s nothing to lose,
So swap your confirmation for your dancing shoes,
Because there never was no god.
Step out of the darkness and onto the streets,
Forget about the fast, let’s have a carnival feast,
Raise up your lowered head to hear the liberation beat,
Because there never was no god.There is no god,
So clap your hands together,
There is no god,
No heaven and no hell.
There is no god,

Brothers and sisters, have you heard the news?
The storm has lifted and there’s nothing to lose,
So swap your confirmation for your dancing shoes,
Because there never was no god.
Step out of the darkness and onto the streets,
Forget about the fast, let’s have a carnival feast,
Raise up your lowered head to hear the liberation beat,
Because there never was no god.
We’re all in this together,
There is no god,
So ring that victory bell.No cowering in the dark before some overbearing priests,
Not waiting until we die until we restitute the meek,
No blaming all our failings on imaginary beasts,
Because there never was no god.
No fighting over land your distant fathers told you of,
No spilling blood for those who have never spread a drop of blood,
No finger pointing justified by fairies up above,
Because there never was no god.

There is no god,
So clap your hands together,
There is no god,
No heaven and no hell.
There is no god,
We’re all in this together,
There is no god,
So ring that victory bell.And I know you’re scared of dying man and I am too,
But just pretending it’s not happening isn’t gonna see us through,
So just accept that there’s an end game and we haven’t got much time,
And then in the here and now we can try and do things right.
Forget about the crazy things that people have believed,
And think of wondrous things that normal people have achieved,
‘Cos I’ve known beauty in the stillness of cathedrals in the day,
I sang Glory Hallelujah! Won’t you wash my sins away?
But now I’m singing my refrain and this is what I say,
I say there never was no god.

There is no god,
So clap your hands together,
There is no god,
No heaven and no hell.
There is no god,
We’re all in this together,
There is no god,
So ring that victory bell.There is no god,
So clap your hands together,
There is no god,
No heaven and no hell.
There is no god,
We’re all in this together,
There is no god,
So ring that victory bell.

I Am Not A Robot ~Marina And The Diamonds~You’ve been acting awful tough lately
Smoking a lot of cigarettes lately
But inside, you’re just a little baby
It’s okay to say you’ve got a weak spot
You don’t always have to be on top
Better to be hated than love, love, loved for what you’re not

You’re vulnerable, you’re vulnerable
You are not a robot
You’re loveable, so loveable
But you’re just troubledGuess what? I’m not a robot, a robot
Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot

You’ve been hanging with the unloved kids
Who you never really liked and you never trusted
But you are so magnetic, you pick up all the pins
Never committing to anything
You don’t pick up the phone when it ring, ring, rings
Don’t be so pathetic, just open up and singI’m vulnerable, I’m vulnerable
I am not a robot
You’re loveable, so loveable
But you’re just troubled

Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot
Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robotCan you teach me how to feel real?
Can you turn my power on?
Well, let the drum beat drop

Guess what? I’m not a robot
Guess what? I’m not a robotGuess what? I’m not a robot, a robot
Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot
Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot
Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot

What do you hear in these sounds? ~Dar Williams~I don’t go to therapy to find out if I’m a freak
I go and I find the one and only answer every week
And it’s just me and all the memories to follow
Down any course that fits within a fifty minute hour
And we fathom all the mysteries, explicit and inherent
When I hit a rut, she says to try the other parent
And she’s so kind, I think she wants to tell me something,
But she knows that its much better if I get it for myself…
And she says

Oooooooh, aaaaaaah,
What do you hear in these sounds?
And… Oooooooh, aaaaaaah
What do you hear in these sounds?I say I hear a doubt, with the voice of true believing
And the promises to stay, and the footsteps that are leaving
And she says “Oh”, I say “What?”…she says “Exactly”,
I say”What, you think I’m angry
Does that mean you think I’m angry?”
She says “Look, you come here every week
With jigsaw pieces of your past
Its all on little soundbytes and voices out of photographs
And that’s all yours, that’s the guide, that’s the map
So tell me, where does the arrow point to?
Who invented roses?”
and…….

Oooooooh, aaaaaaah,
What do you hear in these sounds?
And… Oooooooh, aaaaaaah
What do you hear in these sounds?And when I talk about therapy, I know what people think
That it only makes you selfish and in love with your shrink
But Oh how I loved everybody else
When I finally got to talk so much about myself…………

And I wake up and I ask myself what state I’m in
And I say well I’m lucky, cause I am like East Berlin
I had this wall and what I knew of the free world
Was that I could see their fireworks
And I could hear their radio
And I thought that if we met, I would only start confessing
And they’d know that I was scared
They’d would know that I was guessing
But the wall came down and there they stood before me
With their stumbling and their mumbling
And their calling out just like me…and…Oooooooh, aaaaaaah, The stories that nobody hears…and…

Aaaaaah, aaaaaaah, and I collect these sounds in my ears…and Oooooooh,aaaaaaah, that’s what I hear in these sounds…and…

Oooooooh,aaaaaaah, that’s what I hear in these……
that’s what I hear in these sounds.
No Telling ~Linda Thompson~

He came in the ballroom, just a crazy old man.
His eyes seemed to glaze in the light.
Just some old hawker, to judge by his rags,
Come in from the cold of the night.
The whole room was dancing, they paid him no mind
As he slipped (stepped?) to the bar and said, “Please be so kind.”
And the music kept ringing in the back of his mind.
No telling what a love song will do.As the queen of the ballroom sang a favourite song,
He stood with his glass in his hand.
He was weary of living the days of his life
And tonight was the last he could stand.
He shut out the future, he shut out the past,
And even the present was running out fast.
The queen of the ballroom said, “Make this the last.”
No telling what a love song will do.

As she started to sing for the very last time,
He trembled as he stood there alone.
And the pain he’d been holding inside for so long
Just fell from his heart as a song with every last tear.
And he cried from relief and he cried half from fear.
No telling what a love song will do.Oh, the queen of the ballroom still glitters and shines
Each night at the Old Timers????
And maybe it’s something they put in the wine,
Her beauty refuses to fade.
“I think she got married to a stranger”, they say,
“Just a crazy old man who came passing one day.”
And the whole town still dances and the music still plays.
No telling what a love song will do.
No telling what a love song will do.