Dear Catastrophe Waitress
Belle and Sebastian
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Step Into My Office, Baby
04 : 12
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Dear Catastrophe Waitress
02 : 22
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If She Wants Me
05 : 05
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Piazza, New York Catcher
03 : 03
5
Asleep on a Sunbeam
03 : 22
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I’m a Cuckoo
05 : 26
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You Don’t Send Me
03 : 08
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Wrapped Up in Books
03 : 34
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Lord Anthony
04 : 14
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If You Find Yourself Caught in Love
04 : 15
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Roy Walker
02 : 57
12
Stay Loose
06 : 41
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Track Lyrics
If She Wants Me Lyrics
[Chorus]
If I could do just one near-perfect thing, I'd be happy
They'd write it on my grave or when they scattered my ashes
On second thoughts, I'd rather hang around
And be there with my best friend
If she wants me
And far away, somebody read the letter
He condescends to read the words I wrote about him
And if he smiles, it's no more than a genius deserves
For all your curious nerve and your passion
I'm going deaf, you're growing melancholy
Things fall apart, I don't know why we bother at all
But life is good and 'It's always worth living
At least for a while'
[Chorus]
If I could do just one near-perfect thing, I'd be happy
They'd write it on my grave or when they scattered my ashes
On second thoughts, I'd rather hang around
And be there with my best friend
If she wants me
If you think to yourself 'What should I do now'?
Then take a baton, girl, you better run with it
'Cause there is no point in standing in the past
'Cause it's over and done
I took a book and went into the forest
I climbed the hill, I wanted to look down on you
But all I saw was twenty miles of wilderness
So I went home
[Chorus]
If I could do just one near-perfect thing, I'd be happy
They'd write it on my grave or when they scattered my ashes
On second thoughts, I'd rather hang around
And be there with my best friend
If she wants me
[Chorus]
If I could do just one near-perfect thing, I'd be happy
They'd write it on my grave or when they scattered my ashes
On second thoughts, I'd rather hang around
And be there with my best friend
If she wants me
[Outro]
If she wants me, yeah
If she wants me, yeah
If she wants me, yeah
Piazza, New York Catcher Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Elope with me Ms. Private and we'll sail around the world
I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl
How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take
How many nights of limping round on pagan holidays
Oh, elope with me in private and we'll set something ablaze
A trail for the devil to erase
[Verse 2]
San Francisco's calling us, the Giants and Mets will play
Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay
We hung about the stadium, we've got no place to stay
We hung about the Tenderloin and tenderly you tell
About the saddest book you ever read
It always makes you cry
The statue's crying too and well he may
[Verse 3]
I love you, I've a drowning grip on your adoring face
I love you, my responsibility has found a place
Beside you and strong warnings in the guise of gentle words
Come wave upon me from the family wider net absurd
You'll take care of her, I know it, you will do a better job
Maybe, but not what she deserves
[Verse 4]
Elope with me Miss Private and we'll drink ourselves awake
We'll taste the coffee houses and award certificates
A privy seal to keep the feel of 1960 style
We'll comment on the decor and we'll help the passerby
And at dusk when work is over we'll continue the debate
In a borrowed bedroom virginal and spare
[Verse 5]
The catcher hits for .318 and catches every day
The pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays
He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor
He knows the drink affects his speed he's praying for a doorway
Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench
Life outside the diamond is a wrench
[Verse 6]
I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend
I know it wouldn't come to love, my heroine pretend
A lady stepping from the songs we love until this day
You'd settle for an epitaph like, "Walk Away, Renee"
The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like a flower
Meet you at the statue in an hour
Meet you at the statue in an hour
You Don’t Send Me Lyrics
7 ContributorsYou Don’t Send Me LyricsSince you went away, everything is looking great
I'm a little bored
When I see you out, maybe walking in the street
You always cross the road
Listen, honey, there is nothing you can say to surprise me
Listen, honey, there is nothing you can say to offend me anymore
You don't send me anymore
Our little scene is getting smaller by the day
It's a human zoo
But the key is change, getting over all your problems
You're not a fool
Listen, honey, there is nothing you can say to surprise me
Listen, honey, there is nothing you can do to offend me
You don't send me
Every sound is tame, every group the bleedin' same
It would make you mad
What happened to the sounds that left you lying on the floor?
Laughing, crying, jumping, and singing
Listen, honey, there is nothing you can say to astound me
Listen, honey, there is nothing you can do to offend me anymore
You don't send me anymore
Lord Anthony Lyrics
15 ContributorsLord Anthony LyricsAnthony, bullied at school
Get your own back, now you are cool
Or are you scared?
Bunking off though you're a toff
It's all gone wrong again, you've got double maths
And the teacher's got no control
The boys will run riot, you will stay quiet
Or you will die
Tony at the back of the gym
Smoke another one, your chances are slim
'Cos here they come again
And they got you on the ground
Tasting blood again, at least it's your own
When will you realise it doesn't pay
To be smarter than teachers
Smarter than most boys?
Shut your mouth, start kicking the football
Bang on the teeth, you're off for a week boy
You may as well take it in the guts - it can't get worse
Take it in the guts - it can't get worse that this
Cause you'll soon be old enough to leave them
Without a notion of a care
You'll lift two fingers in the air to linger there
Tony, you're a bit of a mess
Melted Toblerone under your dress
If the boys could see you they would pass you right by
Blue mascara running over your eye
When will you realize it doesn't pay
To be smarter than teachers
Smarter than most boys?
Shut your mouth, start kicking the football
Bang on the teeth, you're off for a week boy
(Anthony it could be worse, Anthony it could be worse)
They call you Lord Anthony
But hey, it could be worse than (Anthony it could be worse)
Lord Anthony
But hey, it could be worse (Anthony it could be worse)
Lord Anthony
But hey, it kind of suits you anyway (Anthony it kind of suits you)
You'll soon be old enough to leave them
Without a notion of a care
You'll lift two fingers in the air to linger there