Lyrics:
to go this far
But now I've broken in
And now I wanna stay and stay away
From every place I've been
You see
These old record sleeves
Don't keep me
Can't you see my soul its on the record sleeve
It's going up for sale as soon as it gets saved
Interrogation blues, once again I lose
You don't get
and again
To every word I hear
I want to know, will another story
Ever appear
I study each and every picture
On the long-playing record sleeve
I find
of the nude LP!
The Beatles have won their fight to put out an LP record
With a sleeve showing John Lennon and Yoko Ono in the nude!
EMI, the world's biggest
of what you believe
If it's false or if it's true
You can read it in your bible
Or on the back of this record sleeve
I bought myself a liarbird
And say America's some motherfuckin' apple pie
Yo, you gotta be high to believe that
You're gonna change the world by a sticker on a record sleeve
Cos
Can't get no sleeves for my records
Can't get no laces for my shoes
Can't get no fancy notes
On my blue guitar
I can't get no antidote for
Can't get no sleeves for my records
Can't get no laces for my shoes
Can't get no fancy notes
On my blue guitar
I can't get no antidote for
Without realising
The influence they had on everyone
T-shirts of their record sleeves
Are everywhere posthumously
Can’t hear us sing their praises now
And say America's some motherfuckin' apple pie
Yo, you gotta be high to believe that
You're gonna change the world by a sticker on a record sleeve
Cos
The Beatles win battle of the nude LP!
The Beatles have won their fight to put out an LP record
With a sleeve showing John Lennon and Yoko Ono in the nude!
matter if it's clear
One light flickers in the kitchen
No one's gonna hear
Elevate the conversation
Stories just for me
Between old record sleeves
Give
I'll see you in my dreams when I fall asleep
Wake up in the night and you ain't next to me
Record sleeves, binaural beats in the sheets
So sweet, my
And say America's some motherfuckin' apple pie
Yo, you gotta be high to believe that
You're gonna change the world by a sticker on a record sleeve
Cos
Can't you see my soul
on the record sleeve?
It's going up for sale
as soon as it gets saved.
Interrogation blues,
once again, I lose.
You don't get
to get it out of my head
What if I'd never written the letter
I slipped in the sleeve of the record I gave you?
What if I'd stayed on the C train
of their agenda and
the awl nuns have more land than i do record sleeves and it's fucking mad when you sit
back and realise this is how far we've come in
when
Truck drivin' man, you know I do what I can
Someone told me Uptown's not a street for a guitar man
Twelve empty record sleeves and one more game
and record sleeves and history from hearsay
Aren't you glad that you're not one of these
Another box set to graze the roof; come and collect these seedy
we’ll make it big
We share the same three keys
Yours around your neck
Mine are in my pocket where I feel they’re best kept
On all my record sleeves
pins
Record sleeves - Cans of beef
Pussycats and funky rats
But all you need is love
Record sleeves, Cans of beef
Pussycats and funky rats
But all you need is love
Wonder what I'm gonna do the night you leave
Wear my heart on a record sleeve
Get so sad that I can't grieve
The night you leave
Wonder what I'm
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