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Letras: The Great Escape

01. Stereotypes 
02. Country House 
03. Best Days 
04. Charmless Man 
05. Fade Away 
06. Top Man 
07. The Universal 
08. Mr. Robinson's Quango 
09. He Thought Of Cars 
10. It Could Be You 
11. Ernold Same 
12. Globe Alone 
13. Dan Abnormal 
14. Entertain Me 
15. Yuko & Hiro 


The suburbs they are dreaming 
They are a twinkle in her eye 
She's been feeling frisky 
Since her husband said goodbye 
She wears a low cut t-shirt runs a little B&B 
She's most accommodating when she's in her lingerie
Wife swapping is the future 
You know that it would suit you
Yes, they're stereotypes
There must be more to life
All your life you are dreaming 
And then you stop dreaming 
From time to time you know 
You should go on another bender
The suburbs they are sleeping 
But he's dressing up tonight 
She likes a man in uniform she loves to wear it tight 
They are on the lover's sofa they are on the patio 
And when the fun is over watch themselves on video
The neighbours may be staring 
But they are just past caring


(So the story begins)
City dweller successful fella 
thought to himself 
oops I've got a lot of money 
I'm caught in a rat race terminally 
I'm a professional cynic 
But my hearts not in it 
I'm paying the price of livlng life at the legal limit 
Caught up in the centuries anxiety
It preys on him he's getting thin
Now he lives in a house a very big house in the country 
Watching afternoon repeats 
And the food he eats in the country 
He takes all manners of pills 
And piles up analyst bills in the country 
It's like an animal farm, 
Lots of rural charm in the country
Now he's got morning glory life's a different story
Everything going jackanory 
In touch with his own mortality 
He's reading balzac knocking back prozac
It's a hellping hand 
That makes you feel wonderfully bland 
Oh, it's the centuries remedy for the faint at heart,
A new start
He lives in a house a very big house in the country
He's got a fog in his chest 
So he needs a lot of rest in the country 
He does'nt drink smoke laugh 
He takes herbal baths in the country 
Oh it's like an animal farm 
But you'll come to no harm in the country
Blow blow me out i am so sad i don't know why


Bow Bells say goodbye to the last train 
Over the river they all go again 
Out into leafy nowhere hope someone
Waiting out there for them 
Cabbie has his mind on a fare to the sun 
He works nights but it's not much fun
Pick's up the london yo yos all on their own down soho
Please take me home
Other people wouldn't want to hear you 
If you said that these are the best days of their lives
Other people turn around and laugh at you
If you said that these were the best days of our lives
Trellick tower's been calling 
I know she'll leave me in the morning
In hotel cells listening to dial tones 
Remote controls and cable moans 
In his drink he's been talking 
Gets disconnected sleepwalking back home


I met him in a crowded room 
Where people go to drink away their gloom 
He sat me down and so began the story of a charmless man 
Educated the expensive way he knows his claret from a beaujolais 
I think he'd like to have been Ronnie Kray 
But then nature didn't make him that way
He thinks his educated airs those family shares 
Will protect him, that we will respect him 
He moves in circles of friends 
Who just pretend that they like him
He does the same to them and when you put it all together 
There's the model of a charmless man
He knows the swingers and their cavalry 
Says he can get in anywhere for free 
I began to go a little cross eyed 
And from this charmless man i just had to hide
He talks at speed he gets nose bleeds 
He doesn't see his days 
Are tumbling down upon him 
And yet he tries so hard to please 
He's just so keen for you to listen
But no one is listening 
And when you put it all together 
There's the model of a charmless man


They stumbled into their lives 
In a vague way became man and wife 
One got the other they deserved one another 
They settled in a brand new town 
With people from the same background 
They kept themselves busy
Long hours left them dizzy 
Now when he's in, she's out
All you ever do is fade away 
They are not making plans
Because now they understand 
All you ever do is fade away
He noticed he had visible lines 
She worried about her behind 
Their birth had been the death of them 
It didn't really bother them 
Now when she's in he's out.


This is a public warning 
Be careful when you are out
We are having freaky weather 
There's a lot of it about
The terraces are swinging 
He's a monkey on the roof
You've seen him on the telly 
So let me introduce you're host tonight
He's naughty by nature 
On doubles and chasers 
He´s a little boy racer
Shooting guns on the high street of love
In a crowd it's hard to spot him but anonymity can cost 
He's never cheap n cheerful he's hugo and he's boss 
He's riding through the desert on a camel light
And on a magic carpet he'll fly away tonight 
Open sesame
Sees her in double 
Then pukes on the Pavement 
Likes her all clean and shaven 
Shooting guns on the high street of love


This is the next century 
The universal is free 
You can find it anywhere 
Yes, the future has been sold 
Every night we are gone 
And to karaoke songs 
We like to sing along 
Although the words are wrong
It really, really, really could happen 
When the days seem to fall straight through you 
Just let them go 
No one here is alone 
Satellites in every home 
The universal is here 
Here for everyone 
Every paper that you read 
Says tomorrow is your lucky day 
Well, here's your lucky day


Mr. Robinson and his quango 
Dirty dealer, expensive car
Runs the buses and the evening star
He got a hairpiece and he got herpes 
His private life is very discreet 
A nicer man you're never going to meet
A self professed saviour of the dim right wing 
He's got respiratory problems and a masons ring
Mr. Robinson and his quango 
Drinks with the general and the county wives 
Yes the family business is doing all right 
They are doing tangos down in the quangos 
He makes them tick and he makes them tock 
And if he doesn't like you he'll put you in the dock
He just sits in his leather chair and twiddles his thumbs 
Gets his secretary in and pinches her bum
He ran into the toilet in the town hall 
Got a biro out and wrote on the wall 
I'm wearing black french knickers on under my suit 
I'm wearing stockings and suspenders on 
I'm feeling rather loose
Pooh i'm a naughty boy 
Oh i'm a naughty, naughty boy.


Moscow's still red 
The young man's dead 
Gone to heaven instead 
The evening news says he was confused
The motorways will all merge soon 
Lottery winner buys the moon 
They've come to save us 
The space invaders are here
He thought of cars 
And where, where to drive them 
And who to drive them with 
And there, there was no one, no one
There's panic at London heathrow 
Everybody wants to go up into the blue 
But there's a ten year queue 
Columbia is in top gear 
It shouldn't snow at this time of year
Now America's shot gone 
And done the lot
He thought of planes and where, 
Where to fly to 
And who to fly there with 
And there, there was no one, no one.


Churchill got him lucky number 
But tomorrow there's another 
Could be me could be you 
No white spoon
Sticky teeth they rot too soon 
You've got to have the best tunes 
Or that's it you've blown it
All we want is to happy 
In our homes like happy families 
Be the man on the beach with 
The world at his feet 
Yes, it could be you
The likely lads 
Are picking up their uglies 
Yesterday they were just puppies 
Beery slurs now life's a blur
Telly addicts 
You should seem that at it 
Getting in a panic 
Will we be there 
Trafalgar square?
So don't worry 
If it's not your lucky number 
Because tomorrow there is another 
Could be you, could be me


Ernold same awoke from the same dream 
In the same bed at the same time 
Looked in the same mirror 
Made the same frown 
And felt the same way as he did every day
Then Ernold Same caught the same train 
At the same station sat in the same seat 
With the same nasty stain
Next to same old what's his name 
On his way to the same place to do the same thing 
Again and again... poor old Ernold Same
Oh Ernold Same 
His world stays the same 
Today will always be tomorrow 
Poor old Ernold Same 
He's getting that feeling once again 
Nothing will change tomorrow


Who maddest one on the M1 
Who hasn't stopped sucking his thumb 
Who very straight and never grins 
Who cares what car he's driving in
He is because he saw it on a commercial break 
And if he doesn't get what 
He wants then he'll get a headache
Because he wants it, needs it, almost loves it 
He's here on his own, on globe alone
Who joined health club to glisten 
Into hi fi precision
Who's mobile phone gives him the bone 
Who very keen on Sharon Stone
Who only eats at the new brasserie 
Who only ever gets Merry 
Who wouldn't be seen at bedtime 
Without putting Calvin Kleins on


Meanie Leanie come on down 
Come and entertain the town
It's friday night and we're all bored 
Times been called there is no more 
Times been called it's such a bore
Dan Abnormal not normal at all 
It's not his fault we made him this way 
He'll imitate you try to ape you 
But it's not his fault dan watches TV
The Meanie Leanie stays up late 
Mopes around gets in a state 
He the killer in your arcade 
Killing gangstas ready made 
Cause that is where the future's made
Tele port me
Dan went to his local burger bar 
I want Mc Normal and chips 
Or i'll blow you to bits 
Give us it
It's the miseries at half past three 
Watching video nasties 
He has dirty dreams while he's asleep 
Dan's just like you, you see 
He's the Meanie Leanie


The weekend is back 
But so is he 
Head to the floodlights 
See the fraternity 
They are waiting 
I hear them up in the north 
And down in the south 
And all that is spewing 
Spewing out of his mouth
Entertain me
At his and hers dating 
Bored minds agree 
Requirements to be stated 
Replies awaited 
She wants a loose fit 
He wants instant whip 
He guesstimates her arrival 
Will she want it really badly
Entertain me
A car, a house both in street 
The boredom of the sober week 
The weekend is here hip,hip hooray 
To make the blues just go away
Entertain me


This is my work place 
And these are the people I work with 
Yuko and Hiro 
We work together 
We work for the Company 
That works to the future 
They will protect us
We work together
I never see you 
We are never together 
I'll love you forever
I drink in the evenings 
It helps with relaxing 
I can't sleep without drinking 
We drink together 
From monday to saturday 
I go to my workplace 
But on sunday we are together 
Yuko and Hiro