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Post by MR A on May 5, 2009 12:44:57 GMT -5
An added thought on the electro album! Siobhan had already stated that the album was finished four years ago, mixed and ready and just having some final 'tweaks and polishing' if this was the case, what has she done with said masterpiece? Has she re-recorded the whole album as indie/guitar? One wonders.
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Post by MR A on May 5, 2009 12:39:39 GMT -5
More rumours (it seems thats all we have at the moment) that Siobhan has shelved her ideas of recording and releasing her debut solo album as an electro themed masterpiece for a more indie guitar based sound. This decision will of course have a dividing reaction, some fans like her guitar music more whereas her electronica fans (and she does have a lot of them ) were looking forward greatly to this electroesque/glam album that has been promised for many years. Also she has of course decided to return to the Shakespear's Sister brand-name, which will make many of her fans sad and disillusioned as they have been touting her as a solo artist for years, and again were filled with great anticipation for Siobhan's debut album.
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Post by MR A on Mar 18, 2009 14:23:20 GMT -5
Was It Something I Said? (1998)
You stroked the sofa, red felt Red as the blood of the wine you spilt Straight conversation spoken for affect Fades in and out like an ancient dialect
Why am I unhappy in this beautiful room Is it somthing that I said Or did I speak too soon? Shhhh
You smell of the sofa and dead flowers Clocks of old mahogany tick away the hours
(It's so quiet) (In the guest room) Why am I unhappy in this beautiful room (Its so quiet) Is it something that I said (In the rest room) Or did I speak too soon? Shh (repeat chorus)
(It's so quiet) (In the guest room) When you start staring (Its so quiet) I ask if something is wrong? (In the rest room) You just simle at me and say absolutely nothing
Why am I unhappy in this beautiful room Is it somthing that I said Or did I speak too soon? Shhhh
It's so quiet It's so quiet It's so quiet It's so quiet Is it something that I said? Its so quiet, Is it? Its so quiet in the attic Its so quiet
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Post by MR A on Mar 18, 2009 14:19:18 GMT -5
Boy In A Band (1996)
I can't find myself now Dedication No prescription I can get myself now Conversation And just because I wouldn't buy All the lies and living debt you're on So I took the test
Escape from
Now I'm a boy in a band I feel like a man Boy in a band Now I feel free Like I knew I could be I feel free Oh yeah!
I can't find myself now Medication No prescription I can get myself now Conversation And took a breath and failed the test Just because I wouldn't buy the hollow lies and living debt That you're on
I'm a boy in a band A guitar in my hand I'm a boy in a band Now I feel free Like I wanted to be I feel free Oh yeah
I'm a boy in a band Doing what I am Boy in a band Now I feel free Now I feel free I'm a boy in a band guitar in my hand It makes me feel a man now I'm free Like I wanted to be Cos I'm freeeeee, oh yeah Ha ha
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Waiting
Mar 18, 2009 14:09:09 GMT -5
Post by MR A on Mar 18, 2009 14:09:09 GMT -5
Waiting (1998)
And when you go away Don't let the red glow burn my eyes And if you make me pay to keep you Name your price
And I'm just waiting I'm waiting And I'm just waiting
You think you miss me I always made you smile I feel the rope start to burn But the victory will be mine
And I'm just waiting I'm just waiting I'm waiting Just waiting....
what time, what time, what time is this? one man came....with my sister he pulled her trousers down to the ground ... blue sky speak to me speak to me with your hair so long and feathery with Chinese sunset her arm, voice, spirit...
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Post by MR A on Mar 18, 2009 14:02:34 GMT -5
The Older Sister (1995)
Oh the older sister Airbrushed to buggery, oh how lovely oh oh, no, oh oh Hello, i've come across a quote That very nearly describes me How can I redeem myself I groan as I pick up the ansaphone Just to hear her mother complain
If I am nothing why did you cling on so Whats the matter? Didn't have anywhere else to go Like an aging extras at an LA party So very tarty
The sands of time shift uncomfortably Only they can see what I can see Oh oh, no, oh oh The sands of time shift uncomforably Only they can see what I can see You'd probably murder me If I mentioned surgery Or anything of that nature
So moving right along I hope you're listening to my song I hear you never got my letter Hope this is better
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Post by MR A on Mar 18, 2009 14:00:21 GMT -5
Singles Party (1995)
Stoned in the supermarket Said hello to cherry cola Every single sucker has to pay Don't bump the groove you pregnant dog You gotta tell them all that you are rich You gotta face the music Take it like a man
Let's have a party Let's have a real good time A singles party You in your head, me in mine Go on and wish yourself A happy new year
If you don't believe in Mother Nature Then believe in digging dirt Only the knowing know Rewind the tape, the truth will hurt No it's not my kind of cure I like my manifestos pure God is trash you can buy him by the gram
Let's have a party Let's have a real good time A singles party You in your head, me in mine Go on and wish yourself A happy new year
Don't bump the groove, she said You know you won't be here when you are dead You gotta taste the music, get it while you can
Let's have a party Let's have a real good time A singles party You in your head, me in mine Go on and wish yourself A happy new year A happy new year A happy new year A happy new year yeah yeah I said, a happy new year
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Post by MR A on Mar 18, 2009 13:58:00 GMT -5
I Never Could Sing Anyway (1995)
I wonder if I'm getting through The silence around you Maybe your cruelty enslaved me Well I don't ask much Not as much as you I just wanted somebody to come home to I thought that it would be him But maybe I've still got some questions But they got no answers
There are no saints There are no sinners There is no song without a singer So play me some chords and I'll sing you a tune But it won't be pretty I never could sing anyway I know I I never could sing anyway
Black smoke rises in a distant sky The silence is my lullaby You know how solitude can sooth me As I draw the curtains I open my eyes It's written on the wall ten foot high You know the truth and now so do I Or maybe you got all the answers I've got no more questions
There are no saints There are no sinners There is no song without a singer There are no losers and no winners There is no song without a singer So let me go Let me go... I never could sing anyway (let me go) You know I (let me go) I never could sing anyway (let me go)
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Oh Dear
Mar 18, 2009 13:55:59 GMT -5
Post by MR A on Mar 18, 2009 13:55:59 GMT -5
Oh Dear (1995)
I don't care who you are I know who I am I don't reach for the stars Things just happen I don't keep what I write Somebody else can I don't mean to be mean I just am
Oh dear Did I crash my car again? Did I kill another friend? Oh life's so tragic
All the signs were pointing right But I took a left turn Looking back I should have braked But I've never learned Everyone I ever loved Broken in two But if we're comparing scars I got more than you
Oh dear Did I crash my car again? Did I kill another friend? Oh life's so tragic
... oh dear oh dear The trees are green.... I touch the sky, I kiss the ground The wheels underneath me keep spinning around and around Oh come on, come on, come on And take me home yeah, oh take me home daddy You take control I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't (Yes you can, yes you can)
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Post by MR A on Mar 18, 2009 13:53:21 GMT -5
Do I Scare You? (1995)
There goes the year In doctors' bills and sleeping pills Too many years Have I been interned I miss the flames In which I was burned
When I say I miss you When I say I miss you Do I scare you? Do I scare you? Do I? I probably do
I rest my case The child dies at 35 I could be lying here In the time it takes you to arrive I could be crying I could be dying Oh, woah, I could be lying
When I say I miss you When I say I miss you Do I scare you? Do I scare you? Do I? I probably do
You gave me nothing I asked for nothing You really gave me nothing But myself
Didn't know what I was thinking But you didn't really care I'm gonna find that gun you bought me The one I'm holding Just the way he taught me Hey mister I say listen mister That's my finger on the trigger It's my finger Holding the trigger baby Does it scare you? But I dare to This is my finger And it's pointing at you
When I say I miss you When I say I miss you When I say I miss you When I say I miss you When I say I miss you Do I scare you? Do I scare you? Do I scare you?
When I say I miss you When I say I miss you Do I scare you? Oh oh, oh oh.... When I say I miss you Oh oh..
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Post by MR A on Mar 18, 2009 13:48:50 GMT -5
Excuse Me John (1995)
You could have been a docker You had it all Feather cut and muscles I hear you're a banker these days Well we took New York And wrapped it up in a silver shawl Yeah yeah yeah You were always kicking in the exit door While I was saving pennies For the bus back home Coming down in the afternoon
Excuse me John What are you on Can you spare a bit for me To carry on Through today, 'til tonight 'Cos tomorrow's out of sight Out of reach Out of it, again
You carried off a billboard Twenty foot by ten And put it in your bedroom Now you can't get in So please wash your hands As you leave this century
Excuse me John What are you on Can you spare a bit for me To carry on Through today, 'til tonight 'Cos tomorrow's out of sight Out of reach Out of it, again
Yeah yeah yeah yeah You know you want it You know you need it You know I need it too
Excuse me John What are you on Can you spare a bit for me To carry on Through today, 'til tonight 'Cos tomorrow's out of sight Out of reach Out of it, again
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GO!
Mar 18, 2009 13:46:40 GMT -5
Post by MR A on Mar 18, 2009 13:46:40 GMT -5
GO! (1995)
Bitterness becomes you It goes well with your hair Just like your sister's earrings Or that funny little shirt you wear Now you're holding parties For the ghosts of a Burgess page Connoisseur, butterfly collector You're a living legend in your head You're so hot You're so cold You're so rock'n'roll You're so close Too close
Go, go if you want It's okay Stay if you must I don't care anyway I'm gonna move on I'm gonna move on I'm gonna move on out
Star-struck on Quaaludes A poet on a stake A substation A pulp fiction You just never got the hang of it You've been bought And sold But you still don't know About rock'n'roll You're too close Too close
Go, go if you want It's okay Stay if you must I don't care anyway I'm gonna move on I'm gonna move on I'm gonna move on out
Take a letter Mr. Jones Close the door, unplug the phones And if anyone should ask you Tell them I'm not at home Oh no, I'm digging up rock'n'roll And you're close, so close (Shoop shoop, rock'n'roll) (Shoop shoop, shoop shoop) I don't care anyway... I'm moving right on... C'mon...
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Post by MR A on Mar 18, 2009 13:44:33 GMT -5
Dial F For Freedom (1995)
Well maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all Nothing ever happens around here Sometimes life is a fate worse than death Don't you think? So give yourself the last rites Of spring that is You know, Stravinsky and all that stuff I want some of that field experience I need a God So strip him, wash him, and bring him to my tent
Don't say that you want me Don't say that you need me Everybody's got to want their way Everyone finds their own way Don't say that you want me Don't say that you need me Don't try to get inside my head Dial F for freedom
Don't mind me I'm just finishing touches to my masterpiece I'm into touching finishes so what do you say? I haven't had a decent conversation in three weeks It's one singer, one song baby I need some sanctified intervention
Don't say that you want me Don't say that you need me Everybody's got to want their way Everyone finds their own way Don't say that you want me Don't say that you need me Don't try to get inside my head Dial F For freedom
It's my poisoned dart Some say I've got a cold heart But you can call me if you want to Millions of people do In the battlefields of life You stand alone But if you live by the sword You've got to die by it too Hey I can handle it Can you?
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Post by MR A on Mar 18, 2009 13:42:57 GMT -5
Opportunity Knockers (1995)
Here come those tired old tits again You're getting looks but losing friends Even as the party endsYou're still here Haven't you noticed my distress I wish you'd worn another dress Must I witness your excess, again
Some other day Some other time Would've been fine I'm never here most of the time Good times come and go And I should know Good times come and go, I know I have to say in your defence He broke your ring of confidence And though it's spiced up your romance Big deal!
I wish the ground would swallow me Or maybe you in sympathy I look around the room to see Who has seen Some other day Some other time Would've been fine I'm never here most of the time
Good times come and go And I should know Good times come and go, I know Good times come and go Please come home now Good times come and go, I know
I have to say in your defence He stole your ring and spent the rent He kept you in the strictest sense Un free Good times Good times Good times come and go Please come home now Good times come and go, I know I know, I know Someone please remind her She's got acute angina And baby I should know Good times Good times...
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Post by MR A on Mar 18, 2009 13:41:56 GMT -5
Can You Wait That Long? (1995)
In this faded room, I sit I need a home But this isn't it I need a heart as hard as stone I need a friend You could be the one
You say I'm weak You tell me I'm vain I want a thrill to ease the pain Put on a record Straight to my brain But don't you ever put me down again
Oh baby baby My time will come Oh baby baby Can you wait that long?
And as the storm clouds break I run outside to dance in the rain You know I've always loved the storm It's only you that does me harm
Oh baby baby I'm gonna prove you wrong Oh baby baby Can you wait that long?
(Faith, don't fail me now...)
In this faded room, I sit I need a home But this isn't it I need a heart as hard as stone I need a friend You could be the one
You say I'm weak You tell me I'm vain I want to kill to ease the pain Put on a record Straight to my brain But don't you ever put me down again
Oh baby baby I'll prove you wrong Oh baby baby Can you wait that long?
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