Lyrics duel

[jauntyalan.livejournal.com]

OK lyrics are not truly the domain of the poptimist, but a post in ANOTHER PLACE made me consider the following:

The Associates "Party Fears Two" vs Pet Shop Boys "Left To My Own Devices"

I'll have a shower And then phone my brother up Within the hour I'll smash another cup Please don't start saying that Or I'll start believing you If I start believing you I'll know that this party fears two And what if this party fears two? The alcohol loves you while turning you blue View it from here From closer to near Awake me Don't turn around I won't have to look at you And what's not found Is all that I see in you My manners are failing me I'm left feeling ugly And you say it's wonderful To live with I never will So what if this party fears two? The alcohol loves you while turning you blue View it from here From closer to near Awake me I'm standing still And you say I dress too well Still standing still I might but it's hard to tell Even a slight remark Makes nonsense and turns to shark Have I done something wrong? What's wrong's the wrong that's always in wrong I'll have a shower And then phone my brother up Within the hour I'll smash another cup

I get out of bed at half past ten Phone up a friend, who’s a party animal Turn on the news and drink some tea Maybe if you’re with me we’ll do some shopping One day I’ll read, or learn to drive a car If you pass the test, you can beat the rest But I don’t like to compete, or talk street, street, street I can pick up the best from the party animal I could leave you, say goodbye Or I could love you, if I try And I could And left to my own devices, I probably would Left to my own devices, I probably would Pick up a brochure about the sun Learn to ignore what the photographer saw I was always told that you should join a club Stick with the gang, if you want to belong I was a lonely boy, no strength, no joy In a world of my own at the back of the garden I didn’t want to compete, or play out on the street For in a secret life I was a round head general I could leave you, say goodbye Or I could love you, if I try And I could And left to my own devices, I probably would Left to my own devices, I probably would Oh, I would I was faced with a choice at a difficult age Would I write a book? or should I take to the stage? But in the back of my head I heard distant feet Che guevara and debussy to a disco beat It’s not a crime when you look the way you do The way I like to picture you When I get home, it’s late at night I pour a drink and watch the fight Turn off the tv, look at a book Pick up the phone, fix some food Maybe I’ll sit up all night and day Waiting for the minute I hear you say I could leave you, say goodbye Or I could love you, if I try And I could And left to my own devices, I probably would Come on, baby, say goodbye I could love you, if I try And I could And left to my own devices, I probably would Left to my own devices, I probably would Out of bed, at half past ten The party animal phones a friend Picks up news about the sun And the working day has just begun Sticks with the gang - at the back of the street Pass the test - and you don’t compete Drive the car, if you’re with me Che guevara’s drinking tea He reads about a new device And takes to the stage in a secret life Left to my own devices, I probably would If I was left to my own devices, I possibly would [x2] I could leave you, say goodbye Or I could love you, if I try And I could And left to my own devices, I probably would Left to my own devices, I probably would Come on, baby Left to my own devices, I probably would

Comments

[dubdobdee.livejournal.com]

"then phone my brother up" = one of my favouritie lines ever, i have no idea why

(i have no brother)

[jeff-worrell.livejournal.com]

The thing that's great abt "Party Fears Two" is that it feels like Billy M is making up the lyric as he goes along (and the tune too for that matter).

[freakytigger.livejournal.com]

Both of them have great "what exactly does that mean>" bits, the chorus of LTMOD and the fantastic "What's wrong's the wrong that's always in wrong" which does indeed sound like something a particularly drunk Poptimist might garble stumbling up the Poley Bear stairs at 1.30am.