Álbum It's a Shame About Ray de The Lemonheads - Canciones

It's a Shame About Ray

1992 |

Estilo(s) | Alternative Rock

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Listado de canciones del álbum It's a Shame About Ray

Rockin Stroll 1:41
ConfettiVer letra 2:48

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letra de Confetti
He kinda shoulda sorta woulda loved her if he could've.

The story's getting closer to the end.

He kinda shoulda sorta woulda loved her if he could've.

He'd rather be alone than pretend.

She just wanted him to love her but he didn't.

He took to the woods and wandered in it.

Walked along and on until they couldn't.

Stole himself to tell her that he wouldn't.

He kinda shoulda sorta woulda loved her if he could've.

The story's getting closer to the end.

He kinda shoulda sorta woulda loved her if he could've.

He'd rather be alone than pretend.

She just wanted him to love her but he didn't.

He took to the woods and wandered in it.

Walked along and on until they couldn't.

Stole himself to tell her that he wouldn't.

He kinda shoulda sorta woulda loved her if he could've.

The story's getting closer to the end.

He kinda shoulda sorta woulda loved her if he could've.

He'd rather be alone than pretend.
It's a Shame About Ray 3:10
RudderlessVer letra 3:18

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letra de Rudderless
Waiting for something to break

Left my heart out to bake

Nothing there in my glass

Wasn’t air made to last

Hopin’ my past

Hopin’ my past

Hopin’ my past

Hopin’ my past

All the way down to the lake (Found the lake was wet)

How much more could I take (better yet)

Walked back home to my place (tired of getting high)

Guess I don’t wanna die

Hopin’ my past

Hopin’ my past

Hopin’ my past

Hopin’ my past

Waiting for something to break

Left my heart out to bake

Slipped my mind that I could use my brain

I’ll stay up all night, and crash on the plane

Ship without a rudder's like a ship without a rudder's like a

ship without a rudder
My Drug BuddyVer letra 3:05

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letra de My Drug Buddy
She's coming over,

We'll go out walking,

Make a call on the way.

She's in the phone booth now,

I'm looking in.

There comes a smile on her face.

There's still some of the same stuff we got yesterday.

There's still some of the same stuff we got yesterday,

Yeah.

I'm too much with myself,

I wanna be someone else.

I'm too much with myself,

I wanna be someone else.

I'm too much with myself,

I wanna be someone else.

So we take off out Fiona's door,

Walk until it's light outside,

Like before when we were on the phone.

We have to laugh to look at each other.

We have to laugh 'cause we're not alone.

As the cars fly up King St.

It's enough to startle us,

It's enough to startle us

I love my drug buddy.

My drug, my drug buddy.

I love my drug buddy.

My drug, my drug buddy.
The Turnpike DownVer letra 2:24

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letra de The Turnpike Down
I’m lost in the see-through

Pane always needs a bath

Between a want and a need to

Butterscotch streetlamps mark my path

My country was of three

So why d’ya have to leave?

How’d this come have to pass

Butterscotch streetlamps mark my path

Mark my path, mark my path down

Mark my path, mark my path down

Mark my path, mark my path down

Mark my path, mark my path down
Bit PartVer letra 1:47

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letra de Bit Part
I want a bit part in your life,

A walk-on would be fine.

I just want a bit part in your life,

(A bit part in your life).

I want a bit part in your life,

Rehearsing all the time.

I just want a bit part in your life,

(A bit part in your life).

Little more than a cameo

Nothing traumatic when I go

Litle more than a stand-in,

I won't need reprimanding.
Alison's Starting to Happen 1:56
Hannah & Gabi 2:51
KitchenVer letra 3:00

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letra de Kitchen
Thrilled to be in the same post code as you

I tell you things I know you’d like to know

Treat you to cake every night

Suddenly turn, and it’ll make you fright

Smile at me, I’ll hold you really tight

And follow you into bed

Run around ‘til morning

We’ll stay awake all night

We’ll repeat the same stories

But of course never in front of friends

How it all started in the kitchen

Remember the time you said we should wait a while

You’d let me know when you changed your mind

Yeah, I was sad for some time

But 12 hours watching me at the wheel

Made me realise what you really feel

Won’t have to hurt anymore

Walking you home along Mount Vernon Street

You told me secrets I was shocked to know

Pretend it was me every night

I’m thrilled to be in the same post code as you

I’ll come and visit, maybe never go

Follow you into bed

Run around ‘til morning

We’ll stay awake all night

We’ll repeat the same stories

But of course never in front of friends

How it all started in the kitchen

Run around ‘til morning

We’ll stay awake all night

We’ll repeat the same stories

But of course never in front of friends

How it all started in the kitchen
Ceiling Fan in My SpoonVer letra 1:45

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letra de Ceiling Fan in My Spoon
Started out today jello in the sand.

Went out of my way not to understand.

Walked into a tree don't you look at me.

See I'm not myself phoney mystery.

Sore afraid.

That's my tune.

Ceiling fan in my spoon.

Clothed in iron there's no denyin'.

When you feel like a bent fork tine.

Feelin' like a bent fork tine.

Clothed in iron there's no denyin'.

Sore afraid.

That's my tune.

Ceiling fan in my spoon.

Started out today jello in the sand.

Went out of my way not to understand.

Walked into a tree don't you look at me.

See I'm not myself phoney mystery.

Sore afraid.

That's my tune.

Ceiling fan in my spoon.

In my spoon...
Frank MillsVer letra 2:01

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letra de Frank Mills
I met a boy called Frank Mills,

on September 12th right here

in front of the Waverly, but unfortunately,

I lost his address.

He was last seen with his friend,

a drummer he resembles George Harrison of the Beatles,

but he wears his hair tied in a small bow at the back.

I love him,

but it embarrasses me to walk down the street with him.

He lives in Brooklyn somewhere,

and he wears his white crash helmet.

He has golden chains on his leather jacket,

and on the back, are written the names Mary and Mom and Hell's Angels.

I would gratefully appreciate it if you see him, tell him

I am in the park with my girlfriend,

and please tell him Angela and I

don't want the two dollars back, just him.
Mrs. RobinsonVer letra 3:44

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letra de Mrs. Robinson
And here's to you

Mrs. Robinson,

Jesus loves you more than you will know,

Woah woah woah,

God bless you please

Mrs. Robinson,

Heaven holds a place for those who pray,

Hey hey hey

We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files,

We'd like to help you to learn to help yourself,

Look around you all you see are sympathetic eyes

Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home,

And here's to you

Mrs. Robinson

Jesus loves you more than you will know

Woah woah woah,

God bless you please

Mrs. Robinson

Heaven holds a place for those who pray

Hey hey hey

Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes,

Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes,

It's a little secret just the Robinsons' affair,

Most of all you got to hide it from the kids and coo coo cachoo

Mrs. Robinson

Jesus loves you more than you will know

Woah woah woah

God bless you please

Mrs. Robinson

Heaven holds a place for those who pray

Hey hey hey

Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon

Going to the candidates debate

Laugh about it shout about when you got to choose

Every way you look at it you lose

Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio

our nation turns its lonely eyes to you?

Woo woo woo,

What's that you say Mrs. Robinson?

Joltin' Joe has left and gone away

Hey hey hey.