Jam - Private hell Lyrics

Private Hell Paul Weller
Closer than close you see yourself
A mirrored image of what you wanted to be.
As each day goes by a little more
You can t remember what it was you wanted anyway.
The fingers feel the lines they prod the space
Your aging face the face that once was so beautiful,
is still there but unrecognizable
Private Hell.
The man who you once loved is bald and fat
And seldom in working late as usual.
Your interest has waned you feel the strain
The bed springs snap on the occasions he lies upon you
close your eyes and think of nothing but
Private Hell.
Think of Emma wonder what she s doing
Her husband Terry and your grandchildren.
Think of Edward who s still at college
You send him letters which he doesn t acknowledge.
Cause he don t care,
They don t care.
Cause they re all going through their own Private Hell.
The morning slips away in a valium haze
And catalogues and numerous cups of coffee.
In the afternoon the weekly food
Is put in bags as you float off down the high street.
The shop windows reflect play a nameless host to a closet ghost
A picture of your fantasy A victim of your misery and
Private Hell.
Alone at 6 o clock you drop a cup
You see it smash inside you crack
You can t go on but you sweep it up
Safe at last inside your Private Hell.
Sanity at last inside your Private Hell.
SATURDAYS KIDS Paul Weller
Saturdays boys live life with insults,
Drink lots of beer and wait for half time results,
Afternoon tea in the lite a bite chat up the girls they dig it!
Saturdays girls work in Tesco s and Woolworths,
Wear cheap perfume cause its all they can afford,
Go to discos they drink Babycham talk to Jan in bingo accents.
Saturdays kids play one arm bandits,
they never win but that s not the point is it?
Dip in silver paper when their pints go flat,
How about that far out!
Their mums and dads smoke Capstan non filters,
Wallpaper lives cause they all die of cancer,
What goes on what goes wrong.
Save up their money for a holiday,
To Selsey Bill or Bracklesham Bay,
Think about the future when they ll settle down,
Marry the girl next door with one on the way.
These are the real creatures that time has forgot,
Not given a thought its the system
Hate the system what s the system?
Saturdays kids live in council houses,
Wear v necked shirts and baggy trousers,
Drive Cortinas fur trimmed dash boards,
Stains on the seats in the back, of course!
THE ETON RIFLES Paul Weller
Sup up your beer and collect your fags,
There s a row going on down near Slough,
Get out your mat and pray to the West,
I ll get out mine and pray for myself.
Thought you were smart when you took them on,
But you didn t take a peep in their artillery room,
All that rugby puts hairs on your chest,
What chance have you got against a tie and a crest.
Hello Hurray what a nice day for the Eton Rifles
Hello Hurray I hope rain stops play with the Eton Rifles.
Thought you were clever when you lit the fuse,
Tore down the House of Commons in your brand new shoes,
Composed a revolutionary symphony,
Then went to bed with a charming young thing.
Hello Hurray cheers then mate its the Eton Rifles
Hello Hurray an extremist scrape with the Eton Rifles.
What a catalyst you turned out to be,
Loaded the guns then you run on home for your tea.
Left me standing like a guilty schoolboy.
We came out of it naturally the worst,
Beaten and bloody and I was sick down my shirt,
We were no match for their untamed wit,
Though some of the lads said they ll be back next week.
Hello Hurray there s a price to pay to the Eton Rifles
Hello Hurray I d prefer the plague to the Eton Rifles repeat
PRECIOUS Paul Weller
Your precious love that means so much
will it ever stop or will I just lose touch
What I want to say but my words just fail
Is that I need it so I can t help myself
Like a hungry child I just help myself
And when I m full up I go out to play
But I don t mean to bleed you dry
Or take you over for the rest of your life
It s just that I need something solid in mine
Lonely as the moors on a winter s morning
Quiet as the sea on a cool calm night
In your tranquil shadow I try and follow
I hear your distant show clicks
To the midnight beat
I feel trapped in sorrow
In this imagery
But that s how I am and why I need you so

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