Biografía:
Este grupo británico formado a finales de los 80, estuvo formado por los componentes de The Housemartins, Paul Heaton y Dave Hemingway - como vocalistas despues de la desintegración de este.
Marcó una linea de continuación del pop británico que por aquella época The Housemartins habían iniciado, pero esta vez experimentando mucho mas, y aunque no llegaron a tener el mismo éxito comercial que Housemartins en España, en Inglaterra cosecharon
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Otras canciones:
- 10000 Feet
- 101 Man
- 36D
- A Little Blue
- A Little Piece Of Advice
- A Little Time
- A Piece Of Sky
- Bell
- Blackbird On The Wire
- Blitzkrieg Bop
- Closer Than Most
- Domino Man
- Dont Marry Her
- Dont Stop Moving
- Dream A Little Dream
- Dumb
- Especially For You
- Everybodys Talkin
- Foundations
- Frank And Delores
- From Under The Covers
- Good As Gold
- How Longs A Tear Take To Dry
- I Cant Put My Finger On It
- I Love You But Youre Boring
- I Think The Answers Yes
- Ill Sail This Ship Alone
- Im Your Number One Fan
- Les Yeux Ouverts Open Eyes
- Let Love Speak For Itself
- Let Love Speak Up Itself
- Life Vs The Lifeless
- Look What I Found In My Beer
- Love Is
- Manchester
- Masculine Eclipse
- Mirror
- Mothers Pride
- Number One Fan
- Oh Blackpool
- Old Red Eyes Is Back
- One Last Love Song
- Perfect 10
- Poppy
- Pretenders To The Throne
- Prettiest Eyes
- Property Quiz
- Rose Of My Cologne
- Rotterdam
- Shouldve Kept My Eyes Shut
- Shouldve Kepy My Eyes Shut
- Something That You Said
- Song For Whoever
- Tattoo
- The Last Waltz
- The Rocking Chair
- The Root Of All Evil
- The Slide
- The Sound Of North America
- The Table
- This Old Skin
- Tonight I Fancy Myself
- Tupperware Queen
- We Are Each Other
- When Im 84
- When The Romance Is Dead
- Window Shopping For Blinds
- Woman In The Wall
- You Keep It All In
- You Play Glockenspiel Ill Play Drums
- Your Father And I
- Youre Only Jealous
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
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Well living on the streets wasn't all that bad
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Where no-one seemed to know that he was King
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The sound of New York City
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isn't police sirens wailing
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It's the sound of Wall Street tills
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whilst everyone else is failing
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Sometimes you feel expensive
Sometimes you feels so cheap
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You can roam the streets a King
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Whilst everyone's asleep
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With a hairbrush or a spoon
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But God help the singer out of tune
A crippled Mohammad Ali
looked at bad luck in the mirror
Bad luck looked back at him and sighed
He looked a good foot smaller
and a couple of stone thinner
And if anyone came toward him
he would hide
The sound of North America
isn't Christians quietly praying
It's the sound of shuffling feet
that don't know where they're staying
Sometimes you feel expensive
sometimes you feels so cheap
You can roam the streets a King
whilst everyone's asleep
You can fight with anybody
with a glimmer of a chance
But God help the boxer with no hands
A homeless Greta Garbo
moves across the street
The moonlight shining clearly
through her skirt
A real life living legend
that no-one wants to meet
And that's when being Garbo
really hurts
The lyrics of "New York"
may have Frank Sinatra singing
But the rhythm and the melody
were dead black men swinging
Sometimes you feel expensive
sometimes you feels so cheap
You can roam the streets a Queen
whilst everyone's asleep
You can act with anybody
from the cradle to the crypt
But God help the actress
who doesn't know the script
Ginger Elvis Presley looked a fraction sad
D A G
Roaming the whole town from bin to bin
D F#m7 G D
Well living on the streets wasn't all that bad
D A G D
Where no-one seemed to know that he was King
Bm
The sound of New York City
F#m7
isn't police sirens wailing
D F#m7
It's the sound of Wall Street tills
G D
whilst everyone else is failing
F#m7
Sometimes you feel expensive
Sometimes you feels so cheap
G D
You can roam the streets a King
G D
Whilst everyone's asleep
F#m7
You can mime to any record
G D
With a hairbrush or a spoon
Gmaj7 A
But God help the singer out of tune
A crippled Mohammad Ali
looked at bad luck in the mirror
Bad luck looked back at him and sighed
He looked a good foot smaller
and a couple of stone thinner
And if anyone came toward him
he would hide
The sound of North America
isn't Christians quietly praying
It's the sound of shuffling feet
that don't know where they're staying
Sometimes you feel expensive
sometimes you feels so cheap
You can roam the streets a King
whilst everyone's asleep
You can fight with anybody
with a glimmer of a chance
But God help the boxer with no hands
A homeless Greta Garbo
moves across the street
The moonlight shining clearly
through her skirt
A real life living legend
that no-one wants to meet
And that's when being Garbo
really hurts
The lyrics of "New York"
may have Frank Sinatra singing
But the rhythm and the melody
were dead black men swinging
Sometimes you feel expensive
sometimes you feels so cheap
You can roam the streets a Queen
whilst everyone's asleep
You can act with anybody
from the cradle to the crypt
But God help the actress
who doesn't know the script
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The Belle Brigad (...)
The Belle Game
The Belle Stars
The Belligerents