john parkes - faithlessnessless lyrics

7/31/2019 John Parkes - Faithlessnessless Lyrics

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FAITHLESSNESSLESS BY JOHN PARKES

LYRICS


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Goodbye Ms Jones

Hello, you dress like a birthday cakeGold hair, cascades like a firework

When I was seventeen I never saw youYou were learning to type and learning drivingMe, me well I was up in my mindDreaming of a life with no-one driving

Hello, were gathered together under the weatherLover, come with me and well hang together

We whirl round in a thousand cafesCow-cowed down by a million governmentsShe-she sheep appear in wolfs clothingTalking of a life with no-one driving

But you could be any womanI could be any man

So goodbye Ms JonesIll see you in a while when importance strikes you outGoodbye Ms JonesIll dream of God and love while you dream of cars clubs and clothes

Hello, you dress like a birthday cakeGold hair, cascades like a firework

When I was seventeen I never saw youYou were learning to type and learning driving

Me, me well I was up in my mindDreaming of a life with no-one driving

So goodbye Ms JonesGoodbye Ms JonesGoodbye Ms Jones

By J. Parkes, L. Liggins, A. Middleton & S. Smith


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Cigarette

You were my cigaretteI never liked to leave the house without youYou were my cigaretteI could spend hours alone with you

Id like to take you out, unwrap you and get my mouth around you You were my cigarette and I guess, I loved you

But life burned awayAnd somehow got shorterAnd my hot cigaretteSomehow got bigger, and less cool, and more smellyAnd way more expensive

So youre still my cigaretteYou are slowly and silently killing me

Yeah youre still my cigaretteSometimes I could just burn you downI will not shop for furnitureAnd I know, that you dont do that kind of sexYeah youre still my cigaretteAnd I guess - Im going to have to give you up

By J. Parkes


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This Tonight

That kiss, does it mean goodnight?That look, does it say goodbye?Those lips, are they cool like a friend?Or are those come to bed eyes?

Who are you? A friend of a friend of a friend?

Who am I? A child of a child of a child?

That call, did it come from a friend?This knot, is it all in my mind?Youre going to have to spell it outCause my judgement dissolved in the wine

Who are we? Two people afloat on whats free?Or could this be, a symptom of moral disease?

Just tonight, I am with you for life

This tonight, I have only desire to give you

Are there things youve always wanted to say?Im so perceptive in reading your mindOr am I a fantasist, fit to drownIn my own libidinous slime?

Who are you? A friend of a friend of a friendWhere am I? In fear of a fear of a fear?

Just tonight, I am with you for life

This tonight, I have only desire to give you

Just tonight, I am with you for lifeThis tonight, I have only desire to give you

By J. Parkes


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To Go Round

Weve got to justify the CCTVAnd the private security on the private streetsGot to do something for the satellites to seeAnd there arent enough paedophiles to go roundThere arent enough paedophiles to go round

Bring on vigilante and nosy neighbour

Electronic tagging, curfew and behaviour orderInstant fine, polygraph test and banning orderAnd there arent enough paedophiles to go roundThere arent enough paedophiles to go round

I owe it to the Home SecretaryThey got to crack down so they need meGot to at least go on a killing spreeCause there arent enough bogie men to go aroundThere arent enough bogie men to go around

Everybody loves someone to hateAnd every government needs a goat to scape

They need my iris, prints and DNAWith my licence plates on a national but privatised databaseIf youve done nothing youve got nothing to fearBut watch outcause there arent enough paedophiles to go roundThere arent enough paedophiles to go round

You owe it to the daily Mail

To the shareholders of the private jailsEverybody get out there and kill a childCause there arent enough paedophiles to go roundThere arent enough terrorists to go roundThere arent enough dole benefit tourists to go roundThere arent enough out of control 12 year olds committing one youth crimewaves terrorising pensioners on a council estate in the North East of EnglandTo go round

By J. Parkes


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Hippy Father

I wish that you were just a little more wildAnd I wish you would not do quite so well in your examsAnd I wish you would get in trouble with the police - just once in a while

Because I am your hippy fatherAnd I demand a little more disrespect

I wish that you would score for me, skin up and light for meAnd I wish you would be a little less discriminating in your sexual partnersAnd I wish that you would make less money - and a little more love

Cause I am your hippy fatherAnd I demand a little less respect

I wish you would not spend all your money on hygiene

And I wish you would go out dressed like that, just once in a while

Cause I am your hippy fatherAnd I am your hippy DadI am your hippy fatherAnd I demand a little more disrespect

By J. Parkes


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Eighty Years Old

When you are eighty years old, you might think of nowOne day when youre on your own, you might wonderWhy you so quickly and firmly shut the doorAnd all I wanted was, well anything

I could be fate, I could be love, I might be lust or hateI could be me, that might be good, or even just OKBut youll never know and youll never seeThe kind of way I could make this beNever see what I could mean prove me wrong

If I reach eighty years old, I will think of youTonight when Im on my own, I will think of nowHow everything knotted up and what I tried to sayAnd all I wanted was too much for you

Or you could talk to me today, I could be your wingsOr you could hold me down to earth, be my gravity

Soap morality, high fidelityA Barbie girl in a Disney worldIf thats not fair answer me prove me wrong

If you reach eighty years old, you might see the wasteOne day when youre on your own you might regret the safetyIf I reach eighty years old, I will rememberIf I reach eighty years old, I will be waiting

By J. Parkes


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Goldfish

Im a goldfish in a plastic bagIm a goldfish in your little white handIm foreign and atom tannedBut all the same

Under water Im not so strange

Under water Im not so strangeUnder water Im not so strangeUnder water Im not so strange

Im ticking for the time of manTwitching in a strangers landIm vertebrate and very sadBut virtually sane

And under water my fins are wings

Under water my fins are wingsUnder water my fins are wingsUnder water my fins are wings

Wings, wings

On my millionth time aroundThis bowl of sea and cloudsEach one of us always drownsAnd aint that a shame

Under water man its no gameUnder water man its no gameUnder water man its no gameUnder water man its no game

By J. Parkes


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Move On

Im gonna move onSo the little one can forget meAnd how I was always wrong

Id gonna move outSo theres no doubt where the fault lines lieWhat are lies and who made who cry

And Im sorry that Ive no more moneyOr life for you to drain awayAnd Im sorry that Im so immatureYoure so brave and innocentAnd I know that I shouldve just died

Im gonna move onLike the beast I amThe lone representative of all that is worst in manIm gonna move on

By J. Parkes


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Politics

Met a strange old man the other dayAnd he had many strange things to say

He said:I remember politics, and not so long agoThere was Socialism, Feminism, Marxism and Capitalism -

Debates about the way that things should go

He said:Do you remember industry, they used to make things and dig for coalAnd a million unemployed was considered too highBut you could just about live on the dole

He said:There were people who didnt believe in nuclear bombsSome even felt property could be theftWe believed in equality, there was just the one Tory party

And there were MPs on the left

And private enterprise could be badWe raised our fists and sang the Red Flag

Said we used to have student grantsEven thoughts of taxing the richNow the countrys much richer they feed you the fictionThat we couldnt afford either of these things

I said Oh yeah where was this strange, strange land?

Heres how I know youre pulling my legI could believe in it partly -But not the one about just the one Tory partyOr the MPs on the left

The past it is another countryIf this was real it must be ancient history

By J. Parkes


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The Gail Porters

I go out shopping for things I never knew I neededTake my eye off of the worldI go out working for things I never knew I wantedAnd pictures of a girl

And just then, the man saysTo sell you use biology

Those dreams that never will come true

We need them to feel badSo bad theyll watch the TVJust to see what the Gail Porters do

They keep on paying for jobs that make us nothingNever worry, never learnCompared and wanting and everybodys uselessAnd youll never get the girl

Ambition for TV, stage school brats and therapyFind something you cant really doTry hard, and sell hard, insecure celebrityGo figure what the Gail Porters do

A TV, a TV lifeA TV, a TV high

Buy one, get four freeAnd everyone a fantasyEach one with secrets to revealChange them everyday and move onAnd never see the differenceGo figure what the Gail Porters do

A TV, TV lifeA TV, TV highA TV, TV lifeA TV, TV high

By J. Parkes


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Darkness

Sadness, takes me down that slide againI realise, Im nothing in your eyes

Tiredness, folds me in its wings againI realise, Im nothing in your life

You could save me but you never talk to strangersYoure not looking for somebody new in your life

Darkness, takes me by the hand againLeads me out, right out, of your life

By J. Parkes


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Youve Never Heard of Me

Im the rich kid in the sweetshop who doesnt know what to buyIm the poor boy with not enough pennies and a tear in his eyeIm a hip-hop kid from the city, an old man whos nearly blindA country boy from a hillside, the stay at home wandering kind

Im a sex-fiend family man, a wino libertineIm faithful and Im steadfast and very rarely meanIm a necrophiliac abortionist, Im a sexually frustrated fundamentalistA dream lover and contortionist, do you really care cos it doesnt really matter cos

Im not remotely famous, youve never heard of meI rarely make the papers, I only watch TV

Ive got freedom of opinion, I can slander or blasphemeI like to point the finger, I like to get obsceneI could tell you anything, you have no reason to disbelieveYou know nothing about me, or if my mission is to deceive

I can say free the paedophiles - give em free school mealsI can ask to verify the count of virgins the martyrs will receive

I can ask did god foresee the fall? I can point out Dianas nose job to allI can point out that the free market and capitalism are incompatible

But nobodys been listening, hey nobody really caresIm not one of the key youth opinion informersI rarely disturb the air

But my obscurity is fading now, in a million free MP3sIve had several reviews in magazines youve not seen (thanks to my friend Ian)Ive been on student radio in Preston or GrimsbyTo one of the halls of residence where up to 30 people can receive

Catch me while Im not famous, while Im just plain JPWhile Im in it for the glamour, before I charge a feeCatch me now Im rising fast, my freedom of opinion might not lastI may get a manager and full supporting cast

Yes Im not remotely famous, Im no celebrity (get me out of here)I cant have your people talk to my people, theres no DVD with extra features of meNo Im not remotely famous, youve never heard of meThough I guess you might just catch me now, hey now Ive got my own CD

So thanks to all for listening, those who got this far

Youll be on a mailing list if I find out who you are.By J. Parkes


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