Modern Life Is Rubbish es un álbum de Blur, publicado en 1993 por Food. El disco incluye 19 canciones, entre ellas «For Tomorrow», «Advert», «Colin Zeal» y «Pressure On Julian».
Listado de Canciones
- For Tomorrow4:19
Letra
He's a twentieth century boy With his hands on the rails Trying not to be sick again And holding on for tomorrow London ice cracks on a seamless line He's hanging on for dear life And so we hold each other tightly And hold on for tomorrow, singing La, la, la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la La, la, la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la La, la, la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la Holding on for tomorrow She's a twentieth century girl With the hands on the wheel Trying not to make him sick again Seeing what she can borrow London's so nice back in your seamless rhymes But we're lost on the Westway And so we hold each other tightly And we can wait until tomorrow, singing La, la, la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la La, la, la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la La, la, la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la Holding on for tomorrow We're trying not to be sick again And holding on for tomorrow She's a twentieth century girl Holding on for dear life And so we hold each other tightly And hold on for tomorrow, singing La, la, la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la La, la, la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la La, la, la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la Holding on for tomorrow Jim stops and gets out the car (la, la, la-la-la) Goes to a house in Emperor's Gate (la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la) Through the door and to his room (la, la, la-la-la) Then he puts the TV on (la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la) Turns it off and makes some tea (la, la, la-la-la) Says: Modern life, well, it's rubbish, I'm (la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la) Holding on for tomorrow Then Susan comes into the room (la, la, la-la-la) She's a naughty girl with a lovely smile (la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la) Says: Let's take a drive to Primrose Hill (la, la, la-la-la) It's windy there and the view's so nice (la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la) London ice can freeze your toes (la, la, la-la-la) Like anyone, I suppose you're (la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la) Holding on for tomorrow - Advert3:45
Letra
(Food processors are great!) It's six o'clock on the dot and I'm half way home I feel foul-mouthed as I stand and wait for the underground And a nervous disposition doesn't agree with this I need something to remind me that there's something else You need a holiday Somewhere in the sun With all the people who are waiting There never seems to be one Say something, say something else Say something, say something else Advertisements are here for rapid persuasion If you stare too long, you lose your appetite A nervous disposition doesn't agree with this You need fast relief from aches and stomach pains I need a holiday Somewhere in the sun With all the people who are waiting There never seems to be one Say something, say something else Say something, say something else (One, two, three, four Five, six, seven, eight Nine, ten, eleven, twelve Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen) (You can have a holiday in the sun, yes Ladies and gentlemen, one week only, on special offer) You need a holiday Somewhere in the sun With all the people who are waiting There never seems to be one Say something, say something else, go on Say something, say something else Say something, say something else Say something, say something else - Colin Zeal3:16
Letra
Colin Zeal knows the value of mass appeal He's a pedestrian walker, he's a civil talker He's an affable man with a plausible plan Keeps his eye on the news, keeps his future in hand (And then he) Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again He's pleased with himself He's pleased with himself He's so pleased with himself While sitting in traffic, Colin thinks in automatic He's an immaculate dresser, he's your common aggressor Colin's the modern retard with a love of bombast Keeps his eye on the news, doesn't dwell on the past (And then he) Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again He's pleased with himself He's pleased with himself He's so pleased with himself He's pleased with himself He's pleased with himself He's so pleased with himself (And then he) Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again He's pleased with himself He's pleased with himself He's so pleased with himself He's pleased with himself He's pleased with himself He's so pleased with himself He's pleased with himself (well, he's a modern retard) He's pleased with himself (he's terminal lard) He's so pleased with himself (he's an affable man with a carotene tan) He's pleased with himself ('cause Colin Zeal's ill) He's pleased with himself (Colin Zeal's ill) He's so pleased with himself (Colin Zeal's ill) He's Colin Zeal and he knows - Pressure On Julian3:31
Letra
Only the magical transit children Sing-sing a lullaby, bah-bah-bah Sitting on the pavement, sucking on a long straw It's colourful, it's colourful, but it washes you out Here is my violence and here is the excuse I learnt it all, but only second-hand Falling into walls, well, what is it with you? You'd never know, never know, never know We planned it all this way We planned it all this way Pressure on Julian Swimming in yellow pissy water Sand getting in between the ears No blood in head in this bloody weather Irate people with yellow tongues Only the magical transit children Sing-sing a lullaby, bah-bah-bah Falling into walls, well, what is it with you? You'd never know, never know, never know We planned it all this way We planned it all this way Pressure on Julian (There was pressure on Julian Pushing trolleys in the car park From B to A then back to B Pressure on Julian, passing out Precious little snout The birds are singing at night The birds are singing at night Pressure on Julian) We planned it all this way We planned it all this way Pressure on Julian - Star Shaped3:26
Letra
Wash with new soap behind the collar Keeps a clean mental state Don't usually bother in cold weather But still I'm getting into work late And I don't need the practise I've been making plans (for the future) Become an unconcious man (all for the good) I feel so unnecessary (we don't think so, you seem star shaped) I have a couple at the weekend Keeps up camaraderie And my mind boggles in the muddle At the possibilities And I don't need the practice I've been making plans (for the future) Become an unconcious man (all for the good) I feel so unnecessary (we don't think so, you seem star shaped) And I've been making plans (for the future) Become an unconscious man (all for the good) I feel so unnecessary (we don't think so, you seem star shaped) I wash with new soap behind the collar Helps keep down the laundry And now I bother in cold weather Because it cleans me mentally And I really don't need the practice I've been making plans (for the future) Become an unconscious man (all for the good) I feel so unnecessary (we don't think so, you seem star shaped) I've been making plans (for the future) Become an unconscious man (all for the good) I feel so unnecessary (we don't think so, you seem star shaped) - Blue Jeans3:54
Letra
Air-cushioned soles I bought them on the Portobello Road On a Saturday I stop and stare awhile A common pastime when conversation Goes astray And don't think I'm walking out of this She don't mind Whatever I say, whatever I say I don't really want to change a thing I want to stay this way forever Blue, blue jeans I wear them every day, there's no particular Reason to change My thoughts are getting banal I can't help it, but I won't pull out Hair another day And don't think I'm walking out of this She don't mind Whatever I say, whatever I say I don't really want to change a thing I want to stay this way forever If you don't mind Whatever I say, whatever I say I don't really want to change a thing I want to stay this way forever You know it could be with you And don't give up on me yet Don't think I'm walking out of this She don't mind Whatever I say, whatever I say I don't really want to change a thing I want to stay this way forever If you don't mind Whatever I say, whatever I say I don't really want to change a thing I want to stay this way forever You know it's to be with you - Chemical World3:45
Letra
The pay-me girl has had enough of the bleeps So she takes the bus into the country Although she got herself rosy cheeks She didn't leave enough money to pay the rent The landlord says that she's out in a week What a shame, she was just getting comfy Now she's eating chocolate to induce sleep In a chemical world, it's very, very, very cheap And I don't know about you But they're putting the holes in, yes, yes It's been a hell of a do They've been putting the holes in, yes, yes Peeping Thomas has a very nice view Across the street at the exhibitionist These townies, they never speak to you Just stick together so they never get lonely Feeling lead, feeling quite light-headed Had to sit down and have some sugary tea In chemical world, in a chemical world It's very, very, very cheap And I don't know about you But they're putting the holes in, yes, yes It's been a hell of a do They've been putting the holes in, yes, yes, yes I don't know about you But they're putting the holes in, yes, yes It's been a hell of a do They've been putting the holes in, yes, yes And now she's right out of view They've been putting the holes in, yes, yes Well, I don't know about you They've been putting the holes in, yes, yes Until you can see right through Until you can see right through Until you can see right through - Intermission2:29
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[Instrumental] - Sunday Sunday2:38
Letra
Sunday, Sunday here again in tidy attire You read the colour supplement, the TV guide You dream of protein on a plate Regret you left it quite so late To gather the family around the table To eat enough to sleep Oh, the Sunday sleep Sunday, Sunday here again, a walk in the park You meet an old soldier and talk of the past He fought for us in two World Wars Says the England he knew is now no more He sings Songs Of Praise every week But always falls asleep For the Sunday sleep But he know what he knows (Sunday) (Sunday) La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la La-la, la-la, la-la Oh, the Sunday sleep Sunday, Sunday here again in tidy attire You read the colour supplement, the TV guide You dream of protein on a plate Regret you left it quite so late To gather the family around the table To eat enough to sleep And mother's pride's your epithet That extra slice you'll soon regret So going out is your best bet Then bingo yourself to sleep Oh, that Sunday sleep - Oily Water5:00
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Lead in me and me in water Dangling in my world I swallowed to much oily water Now it's slipping down my spine In a sense of self in decline Growing fat on sound It's only an early morning dream And the whole world will be alright My head hurts with suspicion I'm coming home sometime I've swallowed too much oily water It's slipping down my spine A sense of self in decline I'm lying on my back It's only an early morning dream And the whole world will be alright - Miss America5:34
Letra
Miss America Sits in the shower, she's Plucking hours from the sky Pick up the the telephone Into another home Don't ask me why I don't mind I don't mind at all I love only you She's a well wisher And she wishes you well Wish away, wish away She's no jellybean She's a jemima ho ho Wish away, wish away I don't mind I don't mind at all I love only you Da, do, da, da, do Da, do, da, da, do Here is here and I am here Where are you? Far away, far away She's no jellybean She's a jemima ho ho Wish away, wish away I don't mind I don't mind at all I love only you Da, do, da, da, do Da, do, da, da, do Da, do, da, da, do - Villa Rosie3:55
Letra
Practise doesn't make perfect when you're interbreeding Speaking drivel, can it get confused with heavy breathing? Mixing drinks at water holes, get snarled up in the suburbs Meandering through this and that, you are suspected of vagueness When work is done, go to Villa Rosie every night So tasty Go form a queue at Villa Rosie every night So tasty Across the common every day, you come across the fine line But wearing boots can prevent the leeches in the long grass Eating between meals stifles the appetite, is it healthy? Coming home, that nagging doubt there in your belly And all the while at Villa Rosie every night You're tasty A sweeter life at Villa Rosie every night So taste All losers come to Villa Rosie every night They're waiting So form a queue at Villa Rosie every night So tasty Don't break your own back at Villa Rosie every night We're tasting A sweeter life at Villa Rosie every night So tasty - Coping3:24
Letra
Primal, evil, what am I? Tongue-tied 'til the day I die There's no love made mermaids It's just distraction or so they And I'm too tired to care about it Can't you see this in my face, my face When I feel this strange Can I go through this again? When I feel this strange Can I go through this again? It's a sorry state you're getting in The same excuse is wearing thin There's no self control left in me What was not will never will be And I'm too tired to care about it Can't you see this in my face, my face When I feel this strange Can I go through this again? When I feel this strange Can I go through this again? And I'm too tired to care about it Can't you see this in my face The emphisis on coping Can't you see this in my face, my face When I feel this strange Can I go through this again? When I feel this strange Can I go through this again? When I feel this strange Can I go through this again? When I feel this strange Can I go through this again? (Can I be dreaming or am I just coping?) Lala lala lala Lala lala lala Lala lala lala - Turn It Up3:21
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Kazoo, kazoo you are mine Kazoo, kazoo every time Turn it up, turn it off, turn it in Turn it up, turn it off, turn it in Anyway you choose Anyway you choose at all Some days you get too much Some days it all gets too much Kazoo, kazoo you are mine Why do you turn your back on me? Turn it up, turn it off, turn it in Turn it up, turn it off, turn it in Turn it up, turn it off, turn it in Turn it up, turn it off, turn it in Anyway you choose Anyway you choose at all Some days you do too much Some days it all gets too much Kazoo, kazoo you are mine Kazoo, kazoo every time Turn it up, turn it off, turn it in Turn it up, turn it off, turn it in Turn it up, turn it off, turn it in Turn it up, turn it off, turn it in - Pop Scene3:14
- Resigned5:14
Letra
I think too much on things I want too much It makes me hateful and I say stupid things Only you can fill my blank heart And I'm resigned to that I wish the Sun could just keep me warm And I'm resigned to that I'll forget to breathe someday I never stop to think why - Commercial Break0:55
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[Instrumental] - When The Cows Come Home (Bonus Track)
- Peach (Bonus Track)