SOFT CELL - THE ART OF FALLING APART

Forever The Same
Where The Heart Is
Numbers
Heat
Kitchen Sink Drama
Baby Doll
Loving You, Hating Me
The Art of Falling Apart

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Hey Joe
Martin

Forever the Same

He's in a world of his own
He's in a world of his own
He'd like the time to play with his mind
He'd like the time to go
He sees the things that pass him by
And the things that he never owned
Everyone has and he has not
So he lives in a world of his own

Chorus

He cried, he lied
He's cool, he's kind
He heads out on a friday night,
He gets drunk and he starts a fight
And he loses his mind
And he loses his sight
Because times are hard
And money is tight
Because he has the pressure
He has the blame
Life never changes
Forever the same

He's in a world of his own
He has a child but he doesn't know
He wanted love, so he loved himself
But he's at an all-time low
He's in a world of his own
He's in a hell of his own
He watches the clock and watches the time
Watches life slip by on the assembly line
And the youth he's never known

Repeat chorus three times

Forever the same (2x)

Where the Heart Is

Atmospheres are tense today
Mother and father are rowing again
Silently seated around the table
You're the one that's getting the blame
Father looks at you like a snake
You play with the food upon your plate
No one seems to be on your side
Things that threaten to hurt your pride

Chorus

Mother loves to be concerned
Using lessons that she learnt
Fathers never understand
When children have the upper hand

Smiling you did your time at school
Crying quietly like a fool
Saturday night and Sunday morning
Did all the things they asked you to do
They say that home is where the heart is
But home is only where the hurt is
Pull the wool over the eyes
Forget the worries that you started

Repeat chorus

When you stayed out every night
The first time from your parent's sight
They started to show some concern
But by then it was too late
Feel it's time to pull away
Shut your ears to all they say
Be yourself you know it's true
When in the end what's left is you

Repeat chorus twice

Numbers

Numbers
Who's the person that you woke up next to today
If you were any older
Then you'd know you'd have to pay your way
Well maybe you do already
But you make out they pay you
Did you ask yourself where did love go wrong with you?

Numbers
Don't tell me your name I don't want to know
And don't forget to take the reminders when you go
Good things had to end
And I was never any good at saying goodbye
Because when I say goodbye a silly thing happens
And I always cry

Numbers
You're looking so thin these days are you doing speed?
(No, numbers)
Have you seen your face? Now you're really going to seed
(Playing numbers)
Doing a nine to five in the day
And you never know their names
Because names make a person real
And there's no real people in these games

Numbers
Pass them on and pass them by
Numbers
Never hold a good thing down for long
Numbers
Throw 'em away like Kleenex
Numbers
Pick them up and push them away
Numbers
Oh numbers

Until you wake up one day
And find that you're a number
Repeat 2 lines above another 3 times

Body one, body two, body three, body four (2x)
Numbers

Heat

It was the heat of the night I think
Or it could've been the effect of the drink
But I had to brush away the flies
That started to collect around your eyes
I've still the taste of the sweat and the dust
You're still playing games and abusing my trust

Chorus

In the heat of the night
In the glow of the light
It's the back and the bite
That's feeling alright
Do you use our bodies like cigarettes
Do you need them for ego
Do you need them for sex

Repeat entire verse

It was a bite of a night gone wrong
And the effect of listening to negative songs
Stuck in a love scene by blood and sand
And the way the room keeps spinning around
I've still the taste of the sweat and the dust
(Now I know what they mean by what it can do)
You're still playing games and abusing my trust
(And they're having a strange effect on the way I feel)

Repeat chorus

And you're moaning about your wasted life
Lying there listening to "Spanish Eyes"
With the cups on the floor
And the flakes in the sink
And the room all in smoke
And then you full of drink

You skin's going dry
And the colour of sand
Ignore the cigarette burning your hand
(Now I know what they mean by what it can do)
(And they're having a strange effect on the way I feel)

Repeat above lines until fade

(Turn away, turn away, turn away...)

Kitchen Sink Drama

Passing time in the afternoon
Cleaning the bathroom floor
Rearranges things in the dining room
Covers the chip on the kitchen door
The paper boys winks as he hands her a paper
He's cheekier every day
She undoes her apron and sings on the sofa
Throws all her household chores away

Chorus

She's in a fantasy
It's not so hard to see
That she is living a lie
She'll never be the same
She shuts her eyes again
Waves all her worries goodbye

Puts on her make-up
And smoothes down her dress
And finds the right words to say
Holds a remaining spark of beauty
Escape is only a romance away
Troubles come flooding back with her migraine
She trembles and shuts her eyes
It's a good thing that friends come in little bottles
Time to shake up and prepare for the lies

Repeat chorus

Pushing the hair back from her face
Shaping her thoughts in the sky
Heaven is through her kitchen window
"Pity it's only a dream", she sighs
Imagines herself as Elizabeth Taylor
The paper boy cycles away
She turns on the stove
Soon her husband is home
"Hello dear, it's been such a long day"

Repeat chorus twice

Baby Doll

Baby doll is on her trapeze
Wearing the smile that she never sees
Thinking of her dollar as she tries to tease (3x)

Baby Doll (3x)

Time to play Sheba on a water stage
Taking off the clothes that are griming with age
Rubbing down the skin that is white and cold
And the sticking plasters that cover up the holes
Stand up by a man that would do her home
Needs to earn the money that will feed his own
He promised you security safe and warm
He promised you security safe and warm

Chorus:
They'll never know the hurt that you feel inside
The emptiness you try to hide
(chorus 2x)

I would melt your eyes that are glassy and cold
And that's for the future when you grow old
Baby doll (2x)
They'll never know the hurt you feel inside
The emptiness you try to hide

Take a tiny costume from a pile of clothes
Just a touch of glitter and a blob of gold
Pick on a failure make his knees go weak
Mouth open, eyes wide, fake your peak (4x)

He'll wipe a line of dribble foaming from his mouth
Make your wages later when you're back at his house
Try to hide the mirror 'cause it's never kind
Kick stop a heart that's so hard to find
Try to save the beauty and to draw the line
Baby, baby, baby doll
Continue your search for a genuine love (2x)

Repeat until fade

Baby, baby, baby doll

Loving You Hating Me

We've hit those depths again
Playing black games again
Black mellow lies
And the narrowing of eyes
Playing those games again
You hold the reins again
But then I turned the card
And you know I hit hard

Chorus

Loving you, hating me
It's the other side of love
It's the side that you don't want to see

Shaking your head that way
It's so true when they say
That love is a pain in the heart
A pain that pulls apart
I'm breaking rules again
You're breaking hearts again
Pretend to despise
When there's love in your eyes

Repeat chorus twice

And I'm loving you
And you're hating me
It's the other side of love (2x)

Loving you, when you're hating me
It's the other side of love (3x)

The Art of Falling Apart

Falling through at the seams
Living life in a dream
Even smiles make a lie
And I smile all the time

Chorus

I'm skilled at the art
Of falling apart
It's the holding together
Together forever

chorus

Trying all of the vices
Is what's doing the damage
All the good things are bad things
And I'm paying the prices

chorus

I'm covered in bruises
From mixing with losers
It's the black and the blue
That's seeing me through

My cigarette diet
Means my throat hurts like hell
My friends say I'm dying
But I do it so well

chorus 2x

I'm skilled at the art
It's the holding together
Together forever
Entire verse 3x

Together forever (3x)
It's the holding together
Together forever

Hey Joe

Hey Joe
Where you going
With that gun in your hand
I'm going down to shoot my lady
Caught her messing 'round with another man

Hey Joe
I heard you shot your woman down
Hey Joe
I heard you shot her down
Shot her down to the ground

Yes I did
I shot her
I caught her messing 'round
Messing 'round town
I shot her in the head

Hey Joe
Where you gonna run to
Gonna run to now
You better run, you better run
You better run run run

I'm going way down south
Way down to Mexico way
I'm going way down south
Way down to Mexico way
You ain't gonna get me
No one's gonna put a rope around me

Martin

Martin is talking to you
Martin is a boy with problems
Martin has a family history
Martin has too many nightmares
He lives in a fantasy
There's a danger that he'll take too far
His morbid curiosity

He's seen too many creepy films
He's read too many books
Martin sleeps with all the lights on
Martin's seen too many looks
He lives out a strange obsession
Tries hard to resist
But Martin needs his strange obsession
To exist

(Kill, kill, kill)

He's far too pale and far too frail
To be a normal boy
There's something shining in his eyes
The things he'd like to say
Martin had a lot to live down
Growing up in a mining town
Torches burning in the trees
The shivering lust of blood
He's the star of many horror movies
But deep inside he's good

There's an illness flowing through him
That's as old as time
And though he watches and he waits
He knows he's not to blame
The face at the window
The hand under the bed
Martin has hallucinations
Dreams that he's dead
He finds the hunger's at its worst
When he's in bed

(Kill, kill, kill)

He's finding hard to keep control
He knows it won't be long
And his tongue rolls over his dried lips
And the voice lingers on

Repeat various combinations of...
Martin
Martin
Martin
(Kill, kill, kill)
...until fade

Todas as músicas de D. Ball / M. Almond exceto "Hey Joe" de Jimmy Hendrix


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