stereophonics word gets around

Word Gets Around

1. A Thousand Trees
2. Looks Like Chaplin
3. More Life In A Tramps Vest
4. Local Boy In The Photograp
5. Traffic
6. Not Up To You
7. Check My Eyelids For Holes
8. Same Size Feet
9. Last Of The Big Time Drinkers
10. Goldfish Bowl
11. Too Many Sandwiches
12. Billy Daveys Daughter

A Thousand Trees (top)

Standing at the bus stop with my shopping in my hands.
And I`m overhearing elder ladies, As the rumours start to fly

You can hear them in the schoolyard.
In the scrapyard. In the chip shop. In the phone box. In the pool hall.
At the shoe store. Every corner turned around

It started with a school girl.
Who was running.
Running home to her Mum and Dad
Told them she was playing, in the change room of local football side.
They said tell us again, she told them again, tell us the truth, we find it hard to believe.
Cause he thought our steve, he even trained me taught Uncle John whose a father of three.

Only takes one tree, to make 1000 matches
Only takes one match, to burn 1000 trees
1000 trees

You see it in the classroom. In the swimming pool.
Where the matchstick men are made.
At the scout`s hall. At the football.
All 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`re ripping them down, stamp on the ground
Picture gathers dust behind the bar in the lounge

Only takes one tree, to make 1000 matches
Only takes one match, to burn 1000 trees
1000 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.
While he`s been away.

In the schoolyard. Changing room. Playing field. Bathroom.
Phone box. Office blocks. Corners turned around.
They keep doubting the flame, tossing the blame.
Got his name knocked up above the sports ground gates.
And they`re ripping them down, stamping the ground
Picture gathers dust in the bar in the lounge

Only takes one tree, to make 1000 matches
Only takes one match, to burn 1000 trees
1000 trees 1000 trees 1000 trees

Looks Like Chaplin (top)

I feel the wash close down the street.
Yet Chaplin walks feet 09:15

And I hear them, hear them call his name.
And I see them, see them turn away

They take him in, and clean him up.
They take him in, and strip him down
They dry his skin, and feed him wine.

And I hear them, hear them call his name.
And I see them, see them turn away

Asks to use the phone.
Yeah lives alone, He lives alone
No No-one, No-one home to phone.
Sits, alone at home
He calls his home his own.
His wife is still unknown

More Life In A Tramps Vest (top)

I get camping eyes in the final hour. Last minute shoppers picking cauliflower
They fuss they make you think 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 you`re 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, more life, more life, in a tramps vest (x2)

Flower man sits down in the street. Surrounded by the stock he bought last week
Bring back the ladies wearing lipstick on their teeth. Make up, 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, more life, more life, in a tramps vest (x5)

I get camping eyes in the final hour. Last minute shoppers picking cauliflower
Mac the knife swigs a can and sings the day away
There`s more life, more life, more life, in a tramps vest (x2)

There`s more life, more life, more life, in a tramps vest (x4)

Local Boy In The Photograph (top)

There`s no mistake, I smell that smell
It`s that time of year again, I can taste the air
The clocks go back, railway track
Something blocks the line again and the train runs late for the first time
A pebble beach, we`re underneath A Pier had just been painted red
Where I heard 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 . . . today

He`ll always be twenty-three, yet that train runs on and on
Past the place they found his clothing

Traffic (top)

We all face the same way, Still it takes all day.
I 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, it makes them human at least.
Is she running away, to start a brand new day?
Or she`s going home, why`s she driving alone?

Is anyone going anywhere?
Everyone`s gotta be somewhere

She`s got a body in the boot? Or just bags of food?
Those are models legs? But are they womens? Are they mens?
She shouts down the phone, she missed a payment on the loan
She`s got to be above the rest, keeping up with the best

Is anyone going anywhere?
Everyone`s gotta be somewhere

She waits tables for a crook? You wrote a hardback book?
You teach kids how to read? Sell your body on the street?
A nurse without a job? Another uptown snob?
Have I got you wrong? I blinked and you were gone

Is anyone going anywhere?
Is anyone going anywhere?
Is anyone going anywhere?
Everyone`s got to be, somewhere

Not Up To You (top)

Salt grips the road awaits his life again
Street orange glow against one more sip
A shoe a miss a shaving nick.
One extra kiss, whose 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 whose to know whatever!

Not up to me,
Not up to you

The streets so long where she lost her pocket purse
Keep 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!

Not up to me, not up to you.
Not up to anything we do.

Check My Eyelids For Holes (top)

I gotta lose weight, I swallow honey.
Is my stand up show still that funny am I back for good?
I said that I wouldn`t be, she`s down waist low trying to make me happy
I like watching you

It`s time I tried tried to check my check my eyelids check for holes.
It`s time I tried tried to check my check my eyelids check for holes.

Two weeks late I gotta test for babies shop take is falling low.
I`m not going back to that factory, because I like what I do

It`s time I tried tried to check my check my eyelids check for holes.
It`s time I tried tried to check my check my eyelids check for holes.

It`s time I tried tried to check my check my eyelids check for holes.

Same Size Feet (top)

A weeks too long, not to ring.
Re-colours her hair, and waits for him.
No cat against dog, just head over heels.
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 nobody 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, cheating wives and spies.
Cream cakes, coffee dates, throwing gifts, goodbye.
Passed away for the day had a change of kind.
Sex changes, to mundane for the average mind

Oh no she just can`t see. Where he is and where he`s been.
Look prim and straight. Like she`s always been.
All that she saved for went missing again.

She could be wrong (x7)
It looks like, 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, every time you`re on your own.
The hide from the spies. So nobody knows.
Scratch through the pages of the lazy days news for a clue.
Still looking for you.

Last Of The Big Time Drinkers (top)

10 minutes flat after the day at the factory.
I`m drinking like a dog in the sun
I don`t need to eat, or sleep a wink at the weekend. Just rot my guts

I can`t wait for my next drink.
The first one has 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
My beer don`t taste the same without 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 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 the hops or the slops
I`m the last of the big time drinkers

Goldfish Bowl (top)

The same long faces in the workman`s hall
Caramel crisp counts his birds cliff chip`s
Lines up his dominoes king fisher lead singer calms his nerves

I`m drinking 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 burned 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 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 wife

Too Many Sandwiches (top)

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
Singers tongue`s in the barmaids mouth what a voice.
Grandpa drunk a drop or two his heads still stuck in the portaloo.
What a man

You bought a sequin dress for your chicken breasts.
The disco`s late and he`s overpaid tonight.
You got a diamond ring and a man who sings the man who sings.
Made love to the barmaid twice and that`s just tonight.

The blue rinsed hairs lift up their chairs the bands too loud.
They`re off down stairs what a noise.
The bride and groom they dance their dance.
The singer mimes and there`s still a chance the barmaid smiles

Billy Daveys Daughter (top)

I never knew her name.
I only knew her fame.
She lived near my town, another goldfish to drown

Well I just passed the bridge that parts up from them,
The bridge that she used again and again and again
I remember when I found her Billy Daveys Daughter

The Word Gets Around

Billy Davey`s second daughter threw herself to dirty water
Billy`s left with nothing but a dream
He dreams

Word Gets Around

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