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Post by oneofthethree on Aug 31, 2003 19:13:01 GMT -5
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Post by scarecrow on Sept 1, 2003 9:12:59 GMT -5
Always though the first line was 'I believe in your good fortune' instead of 'I dont believe'
But pretty much agree with the rest. Bit in the middle im not too sure on but I cant come up with any alternative suggestions!
One thing though, on my bootleg of the 1985 show at the Birmingham Hippodrome the song is completely different, tune and lyrics!
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Post by Poster Saint on Sept 2, 2003 15:25:19 GMT -5
Damn. I realise in all cases that this is just one example, but from the mp3 here's the best I can gather:
I don't believe in your good fortune
So your aftershave smells sweet
You are blessed with inner vision
But on your tongue is yesterday's dead meat
The face is the same
The voice is the same
But the person behind those eyes has changed
Dance with me big sister
Whirl me around again
When you throw me round through leapers
We might as well be friends
We might as well be friends
We might as well be friends
We might as well be friends
We might as well be friends
("Torture!" they're) calling
The ending is (made)
(of) the one (that has died?)
(and) the one that (would play)
(It's so) dreamy (__ther)
It makes you rebel
But if you change your (lines)
You'll throw me as well
Me as well, me as well
I don't believe in your good fortune
(Though) your aftershave smells sweet
We are blessed with inner vision
But on your tongue is yesterday's dead meat
The face is the same
The voice is the same
But the person behind those eyes has changed
The face is the same
The voice is the same
But the person behind those eyes has changed
Dance with me big sister
Whirl me around again
Throw me round big sister
We might as well be friends
We might as well be friends
We might as well be friends
We might as well be friends
We might as well be friends
Some have life easy
And some have it hard
Some life is well fed
And some life is starved
My life is my life
So don't play with me
What goes on on the inside
Is something (that) you'll never see
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Post by volumedistorted on Jan 28, 2009 5:03:51 GMT -5
Spurred on by my total mishearing of Porcupine and my lack of knowledge of Moon is right I have hopefully clarified this a littel (Ihave way too much time on my hands at the moment):
I don't believe in your good fortune Concoctions
So Though your aftershave smells sweet
You are blessed with inner vision
But on your tongue is yesterday's dead meat
The face is the same
The voice is the same
But the person behind those eyes has changed
Dance with me big sister
Whirl me around again
When you throw me round through leapers drew it that
We might as well be friends
We might as well be friends
We might as well be friends
We might as well be friends
We might as well be friends
"Torture" that you're calling
The ending is near enemy he may
With the one who fell Not the one who has lied
With the one who was brave But the one that would play
So dreamy in hell creepy tha-a-at
It makes you rebel
But if you change your life lines
You'll throw me as well
Me as well, me as well
I don't believe in your good fortune Concoctions
So Though we know aftershave smells sweet
We are blessed with inner vision
But on your tongue is yesterday's dead meat
The face is the same
The voice is the same
But the person behind those eyes has changed
The face is the same
The voice is the same
But the person behind those eyes has changed
Dance with me big sister
Whirl me around again
Throw me round big sister
We might as well be friends
We might as well be friends
We might as well be friends
We might as well be friends
We might as well be friends
Some have life easy
And some have it hard
Some life is well fed
And some life is starved
My life is my life
So don't play with look at me
What goes on on the inside
Is something you'll never see
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