It's a Shame About Ray de The Lemonheads

Listado de Canciones

1. Rockin Stroll1:41
2. Confetti2:48

   Letra

   He kinda shoulda sorta woulda loved her if he could've. The story's getting closer to the end. He kinda shoulda sorta woulda loved her if he could've. He'd rather be alone than pretend. She just wanted him to love her but he didn't. He took to the woods and wandered in it. Walked along and on until they couldn't. Stole himself to tell her that he wouldn't. He kinda shoulda sorta woulda loved her if he could've. The story's getting closer to the end. He kinda shoulda sorta woulda loved her if he could've. He'd rather be alone than pretend. She just wanted him to love her but he didn't. He took to the woods and wandered in it. Walked along and on until they couldn't. Stole himself to tell her that he wouldn't. He kinda shoulda sorta woulda loved her if he could've. The story's getting closer to the end. He kinda shoulda sorta woulda loved her if he could've. He'd rather be alone than pretend.
3. It's a Shame About Ray3:10
4. Rudderless3:18

   Letra

   Waiting for something to break Left my heart out to bake Nothing there in my glass Wasn’t air made to last Hopin’ my past Hopin’ my past Hopin’ my past Hopin’ my past All the way down to the lake (Found the lake was wet) How much more could I take (better yet) Walked back home to my place (tired of getting high) Guess I don’t wanna die Hopin’ my past Hopin’ my past Hopin’ my past Hopin’ my past Waiting for something to break Left my heart out to bake Slipped my mind that I could use my brain I’ll stay up all night, and crash on the plane Ship without a rudder's like a ship without a rudder's like a ship without a rudder
5. My Drug Buddy3:05

   Letra

   She's coming over, We'll go out walking, Make a call on the way. She's in the phone booth now, I'm looking in. There comes a smile on her face. There's still some of the same stuff we got yesterday. There's still some of the same stuff we got yesterday, Yeah. I'm too much with myself, I wanna be someone else. I'm too much with myself, I wanna be someone else. I'm too much with myself, I wanna be someone else. So we take off out Fiona's door, Walk until it's light outside, Like before when we were on the phone. We have to laugh to look at each other. We have to laugh 'cause we're not alone. As the cars fly up King St. It's enough to startle us, It's enough to startle us I love my drug buddy. My drug, my drug buddy. I love my drug buddy. My drug, my drug buddy.
6. The Turnpike Down2:24

   Letra

   I’m lost in the see-through Pane always needs a bath Between a want and a need to Butterscotch streetlamps mark my path My country was of three So why d’ya have to leave? How’d this come have to pass Butterscotch streetlamps mark my path Mark my path, mark my path down Mark my path, mark my path down Mark my path, mark my path down Mark my path, mark my path down
7. Bit Part1:47

   Letra

   I want a bit part in your life, A walk-on would be fine. I just want a bit part in your life, (A bit part in your life). I want a bit part in your life, Rehearsing all the time. I just want a bit part in your life, (A bit part in your life). Little more than a cameo Nothing traumatic when I go Litle more than a stand-in, I won't need reprimanding.
8. Alison's Starting to Happen1:56
9. Hannah & Gabi2:51
10. Kitchen3:00

    Letra

    Thrilled to be in the same post code as you I tell you things I know you’d like to know Treat you to cake every night Suddenly turn, and it’ll make you fright Smile at me, I’ll hold you really tight And follow you into bed Run around ‘til morning We’ll stay awake all night We’ll repeat the same stories But of course never in front of friends How it all started in the kitchen Remember the time you said we should wait a while You’d let me know when you changed your mind Yeah, I was sad for some time But 12 hours watching me at the wheel Made me realise what you really feel Won’t have to hurt anymore Walking you home along Mount Vernon Street You told me secrets I was shocked to know Pretend it was me every night I’m thrilled to be in the same post code as you I’ll come and visit, maybe never go Follow you into bed Run around ‘til morning We’ll stay awake all night We’ll repeat the same stories But of course never in front of friends How it all started in the kitchen Run around ‘til morning We’ll stay awake all night We’ll repeat the same stories But of course never in front of friends How it all started in the kitchen
11. Ceiling Fan in My Spoon1:45

    Letra

    Started out today jello in the sand. Went out of my way not to understand. Walked into a tree don't you look at me. See I'm not myself phoney mystery. Sore afraid. That's my tune. Ceiling fan in my spoon. Clothed in iron there's no denyin'. When you feel like a bent fork tine. Feelin' like a bent fork tine. Clothed in iron there's no denyin'. Sore afraid. That's my tune. Ceiling fan in my spoon. Started out today jello in the sand. Went out of my way not to understand. Walked into a tree don't you look at me. See I'm not myself phoney mystery. Sore afraid. That's my tune. Ceiling fan in my spoon. In my spoon...
12. Frank Mills2:01

    Letra

    I met a boy called Frank Mills, on September 12th right here in front of the Waverly, but unfortunately, I lost his address. He was last seen with his friend, a drummer he resembles George Harrison of the Beatles, but he wears his hair tied in a small bow at the back. I love him, but it embarrasses me to walk down the street with him. He lives in Brooklyn somewhere, and he wears his white crash helmet. He has golden chains on his leather jacket, and on the back, are written the names Mary and Mom and Hell's Angels. I would gratefully appreciate it if you see him, tell him I am in the park with my girlfriend, and please tell him Angela and I don't want the two dollars back, just him.
13. Mrs. Robinson3:44

    Letra

    And here's to you Mrs. Robinson, Jesus loves you more than you will know, Woah woah woah, God bless you please Mrs. Robinson, Heaven holds a place for those who pray, Hey hey hey We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files, We'd like to help you to learn to help yourself, Look around you all you see are sympathetic eyes Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home, And here's to you Mrs. Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know Woah woah woah, God bless you please Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray Hey hey hey Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes, Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes, It's a little secret just the Robinsons' affair, Most of all you got to hide it from the kids and coo coo cachoo Mrs. Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know Woah woah woah God bless you please Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray Hey hey hey Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon Going to the candidates debate Laugh about it shout about when you got to choose Every way you look at it you lose Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio our nation turns its lonely eyes to you? Woo woo woo, What's that you say Mrs. Robinson? Joltin' Joe has left and gone away Hey hey hey.