Blur Mellow Song

I left my street

I’m a guillotine

Pulling away

In my machine,

Where have I been, now?

Not you

Shooting stars in my left arm

An alcohol low

Giving away time to Casio

Sun is slow

I got soul

Is this where I’m going to

We’ll see

We’ll see

We’ll see

I kill this sleep

I’m the man in the moon

Walking on sand on my home high noon

In love with the moon, love you

Cos I lift my Street

I’m a guillotine

Pull it away

In my machine

Forget where I’ve been before

Forget you

Is this where I’m going to

We’ll see

We’ll see

We’ll see

Blur Luminous

Don’t look at me as

Your only regret what you don’t see

You know more than I

So think for me

Think what your not

Ah ah ah ah

Love substitute for the

Never knew who you were

Half your life has been explained

You want the oher half

Ah ah ah ah

Don’t look at me as though I’m not here

Your only regret what you don’t see

Half my life has been explained

Blur Thought I Was A Spaceman

Thought I was a spaceman

Digging out my heart

In some distant sand dunes

In a carpark

Cause the desert had encroached upon

The places where we live

People like me find it

To keep the day upset

But we never succeeded

We never succeeded

In fact we failed

Thought I was a spaceman

Digging out my heart

In some distant sand dune

In a car park

By the empty harbor

Where the junkball phantoms flow

The fight for happy valley

Sadly, the line wrote

Thought I found my black box

Washed up on the shore

All outlying islands

What’s the land for

Thought I thought I’d found it

But that was not true at all

I’d walked into a bar

Raised hell

Cut the cast without me

Always and always the same

But the ghost in writing

And let it be you again

Thought I was a spaceman

Digging out my heart

In some distant sand dune

In Hyde Park

Thought I was a spaceman

Digging up my heart

In some distant sand dune

You again

Thought I was a spaceman

Digging up my heart

In some distant sand dune

You again

You again

You again

Blur Fool’s Day

Wake up straight

Caught out by the sun

On the first day of April

Out of bed

Thought it was a plane crash

But I’m sure that I was dreaming

Tv on

Of course caffeine

A science of submission again

Another day

On this little island

Just a bell hangs on

Porridge done

I take my kid to school

Pased the pound shop, Woolworth’s

Under bridge

Where the subway sees the daytime

And the Westway flies by

Then on my bike

Down the Ladbroke Grove

To the forthcoming dramas

A studio

And a love of all sweet music

We just can’t let go

Let go, let go, let go, let go

So meditate

On what we’ve all become

On a cold day in springtime

Civil war

Is what we were all born into

Raise your left hand, right, sing

Don’t capitulate to the forces

Of the market place

They’ve long departed

Consolidate

The love we have together

On a cold day in springtime

Blur Resigned

I THINK TOO MUCH

ON THINGS I WANT TOO MUCH

IT MAKES ME HATEFUL

AND I SAY STUPID THINGS

ONLY YOU CAN FILL MY BLANK HEART

AND I’M RESIGNED TO THAT

I WISH THE SUN

COULD JUST KEEP ME WARM

AND I’M RESIGNED TO THAT

I’LL FORGET TO BREATHE SOMEDAY

I’VE NEVER STOPPED TO THINK WHY

Blur Jubilee

Jubilee slouches in the settee

He losing all will to move

He gone divy too much telly

He watching 24 hours of rubbish

He got butane he got plastic bags

His eyes are going square oh yeah

He no raver just anti social

He no going to cut his hair

HE DRESSES INCORRECTLY… NO-ONE TOLD HIM SEVENTEEN, HE NOT MEAN

ENOUGH

HE DRESSES INCORRECTLY… NO-ONE TOLD HIM SEVENTEEN, NOT KEEN ON

BEING LIKE ANYONE ELSE

Jubilee’s dad Billy Banker

He thinks his son is a slob

He should get out more stop scabbing

He really should go and get a job

HE DRESSES INCORRECTLY… NO-ONE TOLD HIM SEVENTEEN

HE NOT MEAN ENOUGH

HE DRESSES INCORRECTLY… NO-ONE TOLD HIM WHERE TO GO

BUT HE JUST DON’T GET OUT ENOUGH

HE DRESSES INCORRECTLY… NO-ONE TOLD HIM TALK TO GIRLS

BUT HE’S JUST TOO SPOTTY

HE DRESSES INCORRECTLY… NO-ONE TOLD HIM SEVENTEEN

HE NOT KEEN ON BEING LIKED BY ANYONE ELSE

SO HE JUST PLAYS ON HIS COMPUTER GAME

HE DRESSES INCORRECTLY… NO-ONE TOLD HIM SEVENTEEN

HE NOT MEAN ENOUGH

HE DRESSES INCORRECTLY… NO-ONE TOLD HIM WHERE TO GO

BUT HE JUST DON’T GET OUT ENOUGH

HE DRESSES INCORRECTLY… NO-ONE TOLD HIM TALK TO GIRLS

BUT HE’S JUST TOO SPOTTY

HE DRESSES INCORRECTLY… NO-ONE TOLD HIM SEVENTEEN

HE NOT KEEN ON BEING LIKED

ANYONE HE’S NOT BEING LIKE

ANYONE JUBILEE’S NOT LIKE

ANYONE ELSE

Blur B.L.U.R.E.M.I.

Group using a loop

Of another pop group

Group shooting a hoop

And starving it up in to the soup

Cos I’m of regular features

And Adidas trainers

Completing the cycle

Until the teenage maniacs

Can bring it on back

B L U R E M I

B L U R E M I

B L U R E M I

B L U R E M I

Group using a loop

Of another pop group

Completing the cycle

Until the teenage maniacs

They’ll bring it all back

B L U R E M I

B L U R E M I

B L U R E M I

B L U R E M I

B L U R E M I

B L U R E M I

B L U R E M I

B L U R E M I…

Blur Beetlebum

Beetlebum

What you’ve done

She’s a gun

Now what you’ve done

Beetlebum

Get nothing done

You beetlebum just get numb

Now what you’ve done

Beetlebum

And when she lets me slip away

She turns me on all my violence is gone

Nothing is wrong

I just slip away and I am gone

Nothing is wrong

She turns me on

I just slip away and I am gone

Beetlebum

Because you’re young

She’s a gun

Now what you’ve done

Beetlebum

She’ll suck your thumb

She’ll make you come

‘Cause she’s your gun

Now what you’ve done

Beetlebum

And when she lets me slip away

She turns me on all my violence is gone

Nothing is wrong

I just slip away and I am gone

There’s nothing wrong

She turns me on

I just slip away and I am gone

He’s on, he’s on, he’s on it [8x]

Blur Bugman

I am an ex offender

They let me out in the summer

I think I was in a coma

I didn’t know what to do

Oh no

You go hang around go round

I’ll watch myself hang on

Look out for the Bugman

You go hang around around

I’ll watch myself hang on

Look out for the Bugman

I got no sent of existence

I know the nodding dogs

I go out in the city

I stay away from the bugs

Oh yeah

You go hang around around

I watch myself hang on

Look out for the Bugman

You go hang around around

I watch myself hang on

Look out for the Bugman

The bu uh uh ug man

I go out in the city

I stay away from the bugs

Oh yeah

na na na na na oh oh…

I go out in the city

Blur Theme From An Imaginary Film

What if I told you I love you

What if I called you in rhythm

In this world there’s nothing left

Well nothing that’s new

What if I told you without

Loving is simply a lie

Although she moves into the night

Oh, tell me you’re mine

Please say it’s true

Oh, shame it’s over

I was the light and the days of them all

Well push me over

I’m flat on my back but I’m having a ball

And just look whose laughing

What if I flew like a dove dear

What if I would you in rhythm

There’s nothing left

Nothing that’s good left for me now

Oh,I’ll just go and sleep with strangers

I’ll live like a lord in a tower

Cos in the city there’s too mich air

That I can’t dream at night

Well not anymore

Oh, shame it’s over

It been such fun and we had a ball

Well push me over

But I’ll be the last people to fall

Well just look whose laughing

Oh shame it’s over

How like a cow bloated on grass

Well, push me over

Me on my back and you on your arse

Such a shame it’s all over

There are so feel days left to grasp

So push me over

We on our back and you on your lazy arse

Well just look whose laughing