Day One Complete Lyrics Archive

B i o g r a p h y
(by Wikipedia)

Day One are an English band from Bristol, formed in 1998, and consisting of Phelim Byrne and Matthew Hardwidge. They were originally signed to Virgin/Melancolik, the record label started by Massive Attack. Their début album, Ordinary Man, was released in 2000. Music from the LP was used in film soundtracks such as Cruel Intentions, The Big Tease and TV productions such as Six Feet Under, Trigger Happy TV and advertising campaigns including Adidas and Caterpillar

Their second album, Probably Art, was released in October 2007. The song, "Bad Before Good", from Probably Art, was featured in an episode of the second season of Skins, and the US film, Easy A. Their song "Cosmopolita" appeared on the US series, Cashmere Mafia.

The Band have finished their 3rd LP in Los Angeles with Mario Caldato Jr of Beastie boys fame. Mastered by Robert Carranza They recently launched a website on which a preview of a new track from the forthcoming new LP (fuel for fire) has been made available http://www.dayone-band.com/

In June 2015 the band announced that their new LP Intellectual Property will be exclusively unveiled on the Bowers and Wilkins / Society of sound website on June 18th 2015, the audio is downloadable in the highest quality; there will be a full commercial release of the new LP at a later date.

Said he was an actor
Bit of a photographer
But made his living out of laughter
Which made him a comedian
Waiting for his million
That was soon coming
But for now he was bumming

He looked in the mirror
Looking back at an era
And finished up his brushstroke
And laughing at a private joke
He saw the self-hate
In his self-portrait
That would one day hang in the tate
Next to a rembrandt
But still couldn't pay the rent-man

He said he was a musician
Who had this ambition
For everyone to listen
To his natural rhythm
But for now he was chilling
Just saying this :

It's a matter of time
Before I get mine
You could call it fate
I'm just waiting for my break
I'm just waiting for my break

He said he was a model
But the only trouble
Was he didn't like the idea
Of getting photographed in swimwear
But he might try it next year

He's starting up a business
Before next christmas
'Cause he worked better on his own
With a mobile phone
But still waiting for the bank loan

He said he was a worker
That suffered from inertia
A real soul searcher
That had no religion
But still went to confession

He says he is a free spirit
Though he doesn't appear it
Living in a bedsit
With no fire exit
Waiting for a giro cheque
That's soon coming
But for now he's bumming
Just saying this :

It's a matter of time
Before I get mine
You could call it fate
I'm just waiting for my break
I'm just waiting for my break
Let me tell you this story
Over the drink you brought me
You see

I'm an actor
Bit of a photographer
But make my living out of laughter
Which makes me a comedian
Waiting for my million
That's soon coming

Do you wanna go dancing,
In a club?
We can have a good time,
And live it up.
'Said if you wanna go dancing,
You'll got to wear a tuxedo,
And we could do the tango, wherever we go.
'Said if you wanna do the tango,
Then we're gonna need a ballroom,
So she took me by the hand,
And led me to her bedroom.
And then she did it,
She struck half-naked,
And told me, that her body, was sacred.
She said I could take her,
If I danced with her,
But somehow I knew
That she was an indian devil.
I said "what about tomorrow?",
She said "what about tonight?
trust me baby, it'll be alright (it'll be alright)"

She walked to him wearing toledo boots,
First woman wedding then honey moon
This girl that I'd thought I knew so well
didn't know where until we're at the hotel and,
We're on the dancfloor,
By the seashore
She said "these nights we danc together,
Is what I live for" I said
"what about before,
Before these nights?"
She said "Ask me no questions and
I'll tell you no lies"
I said "what about tomorrow?"
She said "what about tonight?
trust me baby, it'll be alright (it'll be alright)"

And so we danced, and danced, and danced, and danced,
So we danced, and danced, and danced, and danced,
All night
All night
All night

Twelve o'clock, the music stopped,
She walked away from me,
And took her shoed off,
And she said "that's it",
And I knew it, she said
"We can't dance, without music"
I said "we can dance tomorrow",
She said "we've already danced tonight,
Trust me baby, you'll be alright (you'll be alright)
It'll be alright (it'll be alright)
It'll be alright (it'll be alright)
It'll be alright (it'll be alright)

About 2 o' clock I left the party
I'd been drinking red wine and talking hardy
So I walked to the bus stop and looked over the city
Said hello to the man sitting there but he didn't hear me
So it's me and this stranger both trying to find a way home
Waiting for a bus that was never gonna come
So I said did you have a good night trying to make some discussion
The man said what's your problem I said nothing
'Cause I'm just walking now talking now and living now
And you're just walking now talking now and living now
In fact we're both walking now talking now and living now
So just walk now talk now and live now

It's getting half for three and I'm getting lonely
I call out my baby for some company
So we're lying there in bed talking about nothing in particular
I was staring at the ceiling and she was reading kama-sutra
Then she sat up and said you know our sex life is getting sort of circular
So I took her to the desk and switched on the computer
And said we're gonna take a trip down the information super highway
But if you're gonna come with me then you've got to do it my way
All it takes now is one push on the button
She said what's your problem I said nothing
I'm just walking now talking now and living now
And you're just walking now talking now and living now
In fact we're both walking now talking now and living now
So just walk now talk now and live now

It's around 4 o' clock and I'm back at the party
They're still drinking red wine and talking hardy
But now I've got a problem nobody wants to ask me what it is
They said that they would only it's none of their business
And someone says what's your opinion on Russian animal welfare
I said that's the least of my problems that's be quite frank I don't care
And someone said you have a good night trying to make some discussion
I said what's your problem he said nothing
I'm just walking now talking now and living now
And you're just walking now talking now and living now
In fact we're both walking now talking now and living now
So just walk now talk now and live now

Give me a smile
Things aren't that bad are they ?
It'll take a while
But we can get this right some way

So dry your eyes and
Wipe those tears away
'Cause baby you are mine and
That's the way it's gonna stay

I'm in your life
I'm in your life
I'm in your life
I'm in your life

You're going up in the world
And baby I'm coming down
Looks like we're both out of luck girl
And we're stuck in this town

We'll call it opportunity
Try and see it as fate
'Cause this is all new to me
So you'll have to pardon my mistakes

I'm in your life
I'm in your life
I'm in your life
I'm in your life

Now I've been chasing that girl
Waiting for her to catch me
And now I got that girl
Right where she wants me

And you can try and get out of here
Until you've forgot
But baby I'll still be here
And whether you like it or not

I'm in your life
I'm in your life
I'm in your life
I'm in your life

I said you're the woman from last night
Standing just to my right
You're the one that said I was sweet
When I left your kiss in my cheek
And said we could hook up sometime maybe
Well now is a good a time as any
She said I don't mean to offend you
But you're not quite how I remembered you
You seemed to look a lot better then
But I think you're nice as a friend
So pull up a seat and sit down
We're just having a drink and hanging out
So I tried to play it sexy and hurt
She said I came across as an introvert
So I changed to being a deep and profound
Until she asked me if I was feeling down
And when I told her that I was well read
She looked at me and just said : Waouf waouf !

You're trying too hard but keep trying
You're trying too hard but keep trying
You're trying too hard but keep trying
Whatever it is I'm not buying

So I phoned her that weekend
She said she's seeing a barman called jonathan
He wears nice clothes and keeps his hair neat
But I could give her a call back next week
So next week we're out to coffee
She tells me she's really gone off me
I say gone off me? Hey you don't know me
She said exactly so don't phone me
I said you haven't even given this a chance
She smiled and looked with a glance and said : Waouf waouf !

You're trying too hard but keep trying
You're trying too hard but keep trying
You're trying too hard but keep trying
Whatever it is I'm not buying

You're trying too hard but keep trying
You're trying too hard but keep trying
You're trying too hard but keep trying
Whatever it is I'm not buying

When is this loneliness gonna end and
When will they stop crawling about their boyfriends (boyfriends)
When is a girl gonna get with me (me)
There must be one in this city see ? (see)
All I want is something that's real (real)
I'm tired of having to spiel (spiel)

Two months later she phones me up now
Saying hey I heard you're doing well now
Let's you and me go out for a meal
'Cause I've never told you how I really feel
So how about it and you can meet me
I said which me did you wanna see?
I got a girl now who knows who I am
So I can be my own man I'm flattered but

You're trying too hard but keep trying
You're trying too hard but keep trying
You're trying too hard but keep trying
Whatever it is I'm not buying

You're trying too hard but keep trying
You're trying too hard but keep trying
You're trying too hard but keep trying
Whatever it is I'm not buying

Everyone has
Their own centre to this universe
But it stops right there
And kids who try and see it all
Writing graffiti on the wall
But it stops right there
And we're all in the know
From one television show
But it stops right there
And take care of yourself
'Cause it's all about ourselves
And it stops right there

I'm lost looking in a sea of faces everywhere
Now where did she go?
I need to find her quickly
To immerse my insecurity
I'm lonely amongst these people
And I need to feel love
And I need to feel part of something
Is that strange?
And why are they reluctant to talk
And why do they look alone when they walk?
I see a face but no names

But despite my confusion
I've come to the conclusion
That people
Need people
It's something I forget
But I've come to accept
That people
Need people

And I'm alright
And I'm ok
I'm surviving well
Without you
And what did you want
And what did you expect
Did you want me to still talk about you?

No, no way
I'm on my own now
And doing fine ( and doing fine )
No, no way
I'm on my own now
And doing fine ( and doing fine )

And anyone can give
Money to a good cause
But it stops right there
And anyone can sign
A petition to change the law
But it stops right there
And we can believe in socialism
Or any theorism
But it stops right there
And take care of yourself
'Cause it's all about yourself
And it stops right there
But I'm not part of this
I'm not seeing what they're seeing
I'm staring at the ceiling to the world
To see what is lying
On the horizon
Maybe I'll see you again someday girl

But despite my raw deal
I still feel
That people
Need people
It's something we forget
But we must accept
That people
Need people

And I'm alright
And I'm ok
I'm surviving well without you
And what did you want
And what did you expect
Did you want me to still talk about you?
No, no way
I'm on my own now
And doing fine
No, no way
I'm on my own now
And doing fine
I'm doing fine

Look around
Look around look around
Is there something I'm missing here
Is there something I should know

And just listen to the sound
All around there's people living their lives
People passing by
As I catch their eye

It doesn't matter where you're from
'Cause wherever you are from
You got a long walk home
You got a long walk on

And I've walked for many years
And I've never shed a tear
For a place called home
'Cause in this place I roam

Everyone's the same
When you're walking in the autumn rain
Walking in the autumn rain

When you're walking from your past
You can never walk too fast
Think you got away at last
Think you got away at last

And we all have to live with our mistakes
But what would it take
To make things right
To feel good inside

It doesn't matter what you've done
'Cause whatever you've done
Life has to go on
Life has to go on, yeah

And my conscience is always clear every time I am here
Because there is no blame
When you're walking
In the autumn rain
In the autumn rain ...

It was a windy day outside the cafe
He was drinking coffee, she was sipping Chardonnay
And the were both from different walks of life
Hers a better life, His a harder life
He walked his rhythm in worn leather shoes, the sole split
Dawning an old leather jacket
She walked her rhythm in designer shoes expensive
Her style guarded by the cut of her dress
And then it happened, looking at each other imagine us as lovers
Does unsaid words, were only said in sight
It felt right, so stepped to her and said to her :
Leave with me, and you can be with me
Leave with me, and you can be with me
As they walked there was a silence between them
And silence is the canvas for words
She looked into his eyes, romanticised his whole life
He had that look that he was far and
Lit up a smoke and spoke his words like a baron
He was unshaven, had craving for danger off of stranger
Looked like he had it in his nature
And she said : What are you thinking
What are you thinking about?
What are you thinking, what are you thinking about?
And he said: The difference between thinking and talking
Is that talking is the expression of thought
And thought is the unexpressed idea
So if I wanted you to know, I would've said it not thought it
She said: You cant think enough
He said: You can think too much, you can think up a dream
But there's no dream that you can touch
But I can touch you, so you must be true
And said again:
That I can touch you, so you must be true
And said again...
It was a windy day outside the cafe...
It was a windy day outside the cafe
He was drinking coffee, she was sipping Chardonnay
And the were both from different walks of life
Hers a better life, His a harder life
He walked his rhythm in worn leather shoes, the sole split
Dawning an old leather jacket
It was a windy day outside the cafe
She was sipping Chardonnay...
Hmmmm....

He was in section A to G,
She was under H to T.
Their eyes met across the queue,
Look at you.

He asked for her current address,
She blushed and said how her hair was a mess.
He said "I'd really like,
to go out with you".
He said "we'll wait, 'til ??? day,
And that way, the queen can pay.
So I'll pick you up tomorrow".

She answered wearing slippers,
Said she couldn't find a baby-sitter.
He said "I'm going nowhere without you."
So she took her kids to her mom's for the night,
And they went and the birght lights,
In the town, mad them feel, like a million pounds.

They went out for a romantic dinner,
Then went to to see a real blues singer.
She said "I really like, being with you".
And when they came to the end of the night,
He asked her hard again in a fortnight.
She said "I'll see your before, in the line,
when we sign".

So two weeks later she's looking for him,
But he's not in the queue amongst all the men.
She's looking frantically, but no luck.
She walks up to his friend,
And asks him why he isn't signing ???
He shakes his head, she says "what's wrong?"
He said "they took him away, yesterday".
He said "you see my darling, they did a search,
Turns out he's ??? in building work."

He said "I've seen it before, another broken heart,
From love on the dole, love on the dole,
It's love on the dole, love on the dole,
Love on the dole,
He said "it's love on the dole".

Shhhhh.. be quiet now, be still my darling
I can see you lying there in your bed
Even know you're … only in my head
I'm so far away X6

And if you could see what I can see
And if you could hear me now baby
And I can tell you this paradise is lost
Flowers blossom in stone in this place I'm livin lost
I'm so far away X3
And what I think I'm trying to say is
I can't help thinking about you
And I can't help thinking about every one in you
I can't help thinking about you
And I can't help thinking about every one in you

Do you remember old times my friend
Who knows good old times
You seem so distant now
From these days of mine
I can see you clearly now
Joking and drinking wine
Even know it's only in my mind

And if you could see me now
And if you could hear me now my friend
I can tell you this paradise is lost
Flowers blossom in stone in this (soons ?)
I can I'll be coming home
I'm so far away X3
And what I guess I'm trying to say is
I can't help thinking about you
And I can't help thinking about every one in you
I can't help thinking about you
And I can't help thinking about every one in you

I wonder what you're doing now
And whatever you're doing now
I hope you're alright
Do you remember that night ?
That night seems… so far away X3

And I could see what I can see
And its only me that can hear me
And I'm the only one in those
Paradises lost flowers blossoms in stone (stolen?)
I wish I was back home X2

There is a woman
Who lives in this town
That has my heart
Held in her hand

I see her in the
Streets every day
But I can't find
The words to say

But if I were a writer
And could write a good hand
I'd write of this love
That I don't understand

The words in my head
They come and they go
I'm thinking I love her
But she'll never know

And if I were a sculptor
And had a good eye
I'd carve out her beauty
In marble or ice

But these hands of mine
Are far from refined
I guess I'll have to accept that I am
Just an ordinary man
I'm just an ordinary man

Now if I were good looking
And had a pretty face
And if I could walk
And speak with grace

And if I had style
Then I
Wouldn't have to look down when she walked by

And if I were a singer
And could sing a good key
I'd sing of this love
In melody

But this voice of mine
Is far from refined
I guess I'll have to accept that I am
Just an ordinary man
I'm just an ordinary man

I know one day she'll look
I know one day she'll see me
And maybe that one day
She'll want to be with me
And maybe she'll love me
For who I am
Just as that ordinary man
Just as that ordinary man

Bad before good

Gotta get bad before it gets good
It's got to get bad before it gets good
It's got to get bad before it gets good
I want it good now
But it's gotta get bad before it gets good
That's what you say
It's got to get bad before it gets good
Say stick with me you know that you should
Because it's got to get bad before it gets good

You say you trust me
Nut just me
Put your faith in me
Then wait patiently
Keep on telling me lies
I'll believe you, believe you
Keep on telling me lies
Like I need you, I need you
You say it's hard now
But good things come from this
So I'll keep on living on your promises

Gotta get bad before it gets good
It's got to get bad before it gets good
It's got to get bad before it gets good
I want it good now
But it's gotta get bad before it gets good
That's what you say
It's got to get bad before it gets good
Say stick with me you know that you should
Because it's got to get bad before it gets good

What you use to say
You use to do
If you told me something
I'd know it was true
See there was a time
I could believe you, believe you
But this time
I can see through, see through
I used to trust before I knew
That there was a difference
Between what you say and what you do

Gotta get bad before it gets good
It's got to get bad before it gets good
It's got to get bad before it gets good
I want it good now
But it's gotta get bad before it gets good
That's what you say
It's got to get bad before it gets good
Say stick with me you know that you should
Because it's got to get bad before it gets good

You tell me lies
But you do it with style
Saying it will come good in a little while
You keep on spinning your words that beguile
Then you break your promises with a film star smile
You say, you say, you say, you say, you say
But what do you do
What do you do
You say, you say, you say, you say, you say
But what do you do
What do you do
Don't care what you say
Just show me what you do
Show me what you do

Say, say
Do, do
Do, do
Say, say
Do, do
Do, do
Say, say
Do, do
Do

Cosmopolita

Cosmopolita
In cosmopolita
Bar cosmopolita
In cosmopolita

Her name was Finula Ginetti
She drank guiness and ate spaghetti
Her dad from Naples
Her mum's from Cary*
When she got drunk, the girl was scary
Then there was Jane Lorenzo
Her father English, her mother Spanish
She very rarely let it go
But when she did, whoa, you'd really know

Cosmopolita
In cosmopolita
Bar cosmopolita
In cosmopolita

Then there is Mae Ling Jackson
Her mother Chinese, her father Jamaican
She seems shy but when she's dancing
She likes to be the main attraction
And Krupskaia Adebola**
She drinks ice cold vodka and cola
Father Nigerian, mother Siberian
She drinks all night and leaves sober

Cosmopolita
In cosmopolita
Bar cosmopolita
In cosmopolita

Then there was Hatsu Dupri
Her father French, mother Japanese
You could tell she spent money
On the latest fashion and technologies
Then there was Johanna Sing
You should see her shake her thing
Father Indian, mother Dutch
You could look but don't touch

Bar cosmopolita
In cosmopolita
Bar cosmopolita
In cosmopolita

The DJ is mixing up the music
The barman is mixing up the drinks
Everybody is mixing with each other
Everybody is mixing with their lovers

Bar cosmopolita
In cosmopolita
Bar cosmopolita
In cosmopolita

Nobody knows who the barman is
He's just the guy mixing up the drinks
He says, "you can call me any name
But when you call my name
Don't call it in vain"

Bar cosmopolita
In cosmopolita
Bar cosmopolita
In cosmopolita

Bar cosmopolita
In cosmopolita
Bar cosmopolita
In cosmopolita

Bar cosmopolita
In cosmopolita
Bar cosmopolita
In cosmopolita

Ok, chaps
Take it from the top

Notes:
*Cary: town of North Carolina, USA
**Krupskaia: Russian revolutionary Lenin's wife
**Adebola: Nigerian footballer

Feet Firmly On The Ground

There's been a whole bunch of people talking
Saying now he's getting taxi cabs, he's not walking
Have you seen him
No, I last saw him
A month ago now he's off touring
Out of sight but not out of mind
Thinking of you home drinking your wine
Yes, I roam and yes I roll
But I need home to feed my soul

Early in the morning I hit the street
And keep my feet firmly on the ground
Early in the morning I hit the street
And keep my feet firmly on the ground
Early in the morning I hit the street
And keep my feet firmly on the ground
Early in the morning I hit the street
And keep my feet firmly on the ground

Well, there's been a whole bunch of people talking
Saying now I only see him laughing and joking
Have you seen him? Why's he not calling
He's out exploring
I'm still hungry, I'm still starving
I'm still walking, I'm still marching
Through the city looking for a song
That's where I belong
Yes, I roam and yes, I roll
But I need home to feed my soul
Yes, I roam and yes, I roll
But I need my people to feed my soul
And when I'm gone too long
I know it's cool 'cause it won't be too long
Before I'm back home with my people

Early in the morning I hit the street
And keep my feet firmly on the ground
Early in the morning I hit the street
And keep my feet firmly on the ground
Early in the morning I hit the street
And keep my feet firmly on the ground
Early in the morning I hit the street
And keep my feet firmly on the ground

Well, there's been a whole bunch of people talking
Saying I don't know whether to like him or loathe him
Did you see him and when you saw him
Did you say hello or did you ignore him
Well, these kind of games to me are boring
Either not speaking or their hearts are bouring
nice club but I've got bartstool
With my name on it back in Bristol

Early in the morning I hit the street
And keep my feet firmly on the ground
Early in the morning I hit the street
And keep my feet firmly on the ground
Early in the morning I hit the street
And keep my feet firmly on the ground
Early in the morning I hit the street
And keep my feet firmly on the ground

The Little Things

I saw her one day in the hallway
Kicking up something from the floor
She was living next-door
I noticed her before, coming in at night
But never looked twice, didn't think she was my type

Then she did this thing
This thing she always does
She put her hand on her thigh and began to rub
Then something felt different
Something made me want it
Something had changed
I couldn't put my finger on it

Just the little things she did
To turn me on
It's just the little things shе did
I don't know which one
It' just the little things shе did
To turn me on
It's just the little things she did
I don't know which one

Is it the way she turned around when I was looking
Or when she smiled with one corner so her lips went crooked
The way she twitched her nose, the way she wore her clothes
Or the color of her varnish she was wearing on her toes

Just the little things she did
The little things she did

Saw her again today in the same way
Kicking up something from the floor
She just got back from the store
She smiled at me before, coming in at night
But I never smiled back, didn't think she was my type

Then she did this thing
This thing she always does
She put her finger in some balm and gave her lips a rub
Then I saw her different
No longer platonic
What is it about her
I can't put my finger on it

Just the little things she did
To turn me on
It's just the little things she did
I don't know which one
It' just the little things she did
To turn me on
It's just the little things she did
I don't know which one

Is it the way she closed her eyes when she was drinking
Or put her finger on her mouth when she was thinking
Was it her million-mile stare? The way she did her hair
With her little mirror, she can take it anywhere

Just the little things she did
The little things she did

Now I can't look at her in the same way
Kicking up something from the floor
She knows it so she does it more
I say goodbye before she goes out at night
But now she looks at me as if to say "You're not my type."

I hear the little things going on through the wall
Never used to notice but now I hear them all
I think about the things she does and how she does it
What is it about her
I can't put my finger on it

Just the little things she did
To turn me on
It's just the little things she did
I don't know which one
It' just the little things she did
To turn me on
It's just the little things she did
I don't know which one

Is it the way she tilts her head when she's laughing
Or when her eyes go chinesey and her lips start pouting
The way she smiles at me when she's walking past
Or the dresses that she wears that accentuate her ass

Just the little things she did
Just the little things she did

Like the way that she plays with her earrings
It's just the little things she did
Like the way her mannerisms are endearing
It's just the little things she did

Saturday Siren

She stared into my eyes
She had a look that moved me
And whispered in my ear
She had a voice that soothed me
And whispering words to a dreamer
Always makes the grasses greener
When the words are "Let it go."

She said "Let it all go."
I did and we talked about many things
She said "I know, I know
I understand everything."
She was singing out to sea
Singing out to me like a siren
She said "Come here, my darling
No man is an island."

All you arе is lost on a Friday
All you're doing is drifting into Saturday
All you are is lost on a Friday
All you're doing is drifting into Saturday

As I got closе
I felt the ghosts of other men
Felt familiar
Like somewhere I'd already been
I've heard about this place in stories
There's been others here before me
That have heard the words "Let it go."

She said "I see you
Out on the weekend nights
Searching for that moment
That you can never find
And do you really want to be here
Or is it you just like the idea
Of the words let it go?"

All we are is lost at a Friday
All we're doing is drifting into Saturday
All we are is lost at a Friday
All we're doing is drifting into Saturday
All we are is lost at a Friday
All we're doing is drifting into Saturday
All we are is lost at a Friday
All we're doing is drifting into Saturday

Now I don't see her face
But I see her through the mist
Calling out to me
And others adrift
Singing out those words so sweetly
Carry through the air to meet me
I hear her echo "Let it go."
Let it go
Let it go

All we are is lost at a Friday
All we're doing is drifting into Saturday
All we are is lost at a Friday
All we're doing is drifting into Saturday
All we are is lost at a Friday
All we're doing is drifting into Saturday
All we are is lost at a Friday
All we're doing is drifting into Saturday

Money

Tryna be a good man, tryna be a true man
Not doing much but I'm doing the best I can
Not to be cynical and keep my principles
But money gets in the way of life

Tryna have morality but the monetary
Mathematics can make it so pragmatic
Tryna make the right choice, not listen to the voice
That says money is the way of life

Looking for the right girl, looking for a good girl
Looking for something right in the wrong world
Wanna make a family and live with them happily
But money gets in the way of life

Money, money, money, money
Money gets in the way of life
Money, money, money, money
Money gets in the way of life
Money, money, money, money
Money gets in the way of life
'Cause money, money, money, money
Money is the way of life

Tryna be kind-hearted, tryna get started
Makes it hard to have a good heart in the world market
Tryna have a purpose beyond the money surplus
But money gets in the way of life

Tryna be positive, tryna be constructive
But financial figures can be so seductive
Tryna get an education but the money-making
Makes money get in the way of life

Tryna earn a living but whatever I'm giving
Maybe make a million 'fore inflation hits the ceiling
Tryna find the temple for spiritual investment
But money gets in the way of life

Money, money, money, money
Money gets in the way of life
Money, money, money, money
Money gets in the way of life
Money, money, money, money
Money gets in the way of life
'Cause money, money, money, money
Money is the way of life

It's what about what a man earns, what a man owns
All about the FTSE, all about the Dow Jones
All about the interest on the bank loans
Money gets in the way of life

All about share price, all about stock price
All about the points at the close at the end-of-night
All about the currency, all about the indices
Money gets in the way of life

All about the paper, all about the plastic
All about the cheque only if you cash it
It's an idea that's abstracted
Money is the way of life

Money, money, money, money
Money gets in the way of life
Money, money, money, money
Money gets in the way of life
Money, money, money, money
Money gets in the way of life
'Cause money, money, money, money
Money is the way of life

Money, money, money, money
Money gets in the way of life
Money, money, money, money
Money gets in the way of life
Money, money, money, money
Money gets in the way of life
'Cause money, money, money, money
Money is the way of life

Probably Art

I went to visit this private postmodern exhibit
Oh, the food was fine and the wine exquisite
Someone said what is this work communicating
You said it's all up to interpretation

It can mean anything that you want it to be
I said is it nothing if it means nothing to me
He said hey, look, he welcomes constructive criticism
And if you give to him then he'll listen to them

But if you're bitching at him for his ???
Keep your cynicism to a minimum
Any questions?

I said "Yeah, what is it"
He said it's probably art
It's probably art
I said what is it
He said it's probably art
It's probably art

I went to a screening of an art house film
About life and meaning
It explored the questions of existence
You know, thinking and being

And being in a cinema, you would've thought
There would've been the existence of icecream or popcorn
Because I had nothing sweet to eat while I was watching this meaningful soft porn
The film was existentialist from the directors viewpoint as a feminist

So the girl that I took there on a date with me
Left that cinema hating me
What? What is it

What is it
She said it's probably art
It's probably art
I said what is it
She said it's probably art
Well, it's probably art

I was at a recital of a poem that'd been left untitled
It was onomatopoeic, write it how you say it
About the life cycle
And it used all the classic metaphors like sea shores and open doors

Well, I said it was like me that he wrote it for
He said that's the effect he was hoping for
I said it's beautiful, what is it

What is it
He said it's probably art
It's probably art
I said what is it
He said it's probably art
It's probably art

I said what is it
It's probably art
It's probably art
It's probably art
It's probably art
It's probably art-art-art-art-art

Can you tell me what is causing this natural phenomenon
This field that seems to be shaped like an octagon
And this valley seems to mirror itself perfectly
A symmetrical receptacle just for me
And can somebody tell me why I'm feeling like this
When me and her seem to be dynamic opposites
I need to categorise I need to give it a name
I have a need to label things that I can't explain
It could be fibonacci's number
It might be fibbonacci's number
A friend of mine took an all inclusive holiday
To see the seven wonders of the world
A package a pilgrimage fourteen days to try and forget about
This girl drinks were free and sights historic
With a guaranteed deal that you would feel euphoric
He said it made him feel so insignificant
And he's given up his job as a civil servant
And he said I'm going up or going under
I'm going out to see fibonacci's number
Who is this fibonacci anyway?
Where does he hang out what does he do all day
And how can he know all the answers?
This fibonacci sounds like he's a chancer
But I take his number down in any case just
So I can speak to him face to face just
So that I can tell him thanks for filling out the blanks