back to sci fi lullabies Trash 2 July 29, 1996 01. trash 02. have you ever been this low? 03. another no one

Trash
Oh, maybe, maybe it's the clothes we wear,
The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair,
Maybe it's our kookiness,
Oh, maybe, maybe it's our nowhere towns,
Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds,
Maybe it's our looseness,
But we're trash, you and me,
We're the litter on the breeze,
We're the lovers on the streets,
Just trash, me and you,
It's in everything we do,
It's in everything we do...
Oh, maybe, maybe it's the things we say,
The words we heard and the music we play,
Maybe it's our cheapness,
Oh, maybe, maybe it's the times we've had,
The lazy days and the crazes and the fads,
Maybe it's our sweetness,
But we're trash, you and me,
We're the litter on the breeze,
We're the lovers on the street,
Just trash, me and you,
It's in everything we do,
It's in everything we do...
We're trash, you and me,
We're the lovers on the street,
We're the litter on the breeze,
Just trash, me and you,
It's in everything we do,
It's in everything we do...
Oh, you and me and you and me
Just oh, you and me and you and me


Have You Ever Been This Low?
Have you ever been this low?
Taxis take you where you wanna go
Broken windows, endless television shows
Have you ever been so low
I am the one, ah,
I sing the song, ah
My lights are on, ah,
But there's nobody home, ah, nobody home, ah
So much happening today
A thousand people come and go and stay and fade away
They draw the blinds and watch the show
Have you ever been so low?
I am the one, ah
I sing the song, ah
My lights are on, ah
But there's nobody home, ah, nobody home, ah
I am the one, ah
I sing the song, ah
My lights are on, ah
There's nobody home, ah 


Another No-One
She takes the blame, takes the pain but the world smiles,
Cos outside is just a taxi ride, to drive away
So she packs her bags calls a cab, and the world smiles
Cos inside well she feels all right and turns to say:
"Yes, it's the end, the final showdown
Yes, it's the end, of our small love
You'll have to find another no-one who'll take the shit like I have
I guess this is the end, I guess this is the end."
She feels the sun, phones her mum and the world smiles,
Cos outside in the morning light, it's another day
So she packs her bags smokes a fag, and the world smiles
Cos inside well she feels all right and turns to say:
"Yes, it's the end, the final showdown
Yes, it's the end, of our small love
You'll have to find another no-one who'll take the shit like I have
I guess this is the end, I guess this is the end.
I guess this is the end, I guess this is the end."

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