Sound Of The Streets (Remastered) Suede

She walks the streets of summer Inside her there's no future She walks the streets to pass the time The cash machines are laughing At plastic people passing She walks the streets to pass the time Sadie

Sound of The Streets Suede

Sadie, Sadie hear the, sound of the streets It's the same as anything, ah-ah Sadie, Sadie knows the sound of the streets It's the same as anything, ah-ah She sees the midnight taxis For toilets

The Sound Of The Streets Suede

She walks the streets of summer Inside her there's no future She walks the streets to pass the time The cash machines are laughing At plastic people passing She walks the streets to pass the time

Streetlife Suede

Street life, into the night with the syncopated melody Street life, look like a brat, she's got the lips from a magazine Cheap sound comes from underground coming to ?

The 2 Of Us Suede

Lying in my bed, I think of you That song goes through my head, the one we both knew In each line lies another line full of sacred sound But you're outside where the companies dream and the money

The 2 Of Us Suede

Lying in my bed, I think of you That song goes through my head, the one we both knew In each line lies another line full of sacred sound But you're outside where the companies dream and the

ELEPHANT MAN Suede

I love that deafening, thundering sound That sounds like buildings tumbling down, And people wish that they weren't around When we all rock and roll into town We hear those fearful, piercing screams

Untitled...Morning Suede

will you be the one? will you be like no other for how long?

Positivity Suede

You say what you want to say Your diamonds are drops of rain Your smile is your credit card Your currency is your love And the morning is for you And the air is free And the birds sing for you

Trash (Remastered) Suede

Oh maybe maybe it`s the clothes we wear, The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair, Maybe it`s our kookiness, Oh maybe maybe it`s our nowhere towns, Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds,

Pisspot (Trash) (Four Track Demo Remastered) Suede

Oh maybe maybe it`s the clothes we wear, The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair, Maybe it`s our kookiness, Oh maybe maybe it`s our nowhere towns, Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds,

BLACK OR BLUE Suede

There was a girl who flew the world from a lonely shore Through southern snow to Heathrow to understand the law There was a boy who loved the noise of the underground He left the coast and overdosed

Black Or Blue Suede

There was a girl who flew the world from a lonely shore Through southern snow to Heathrow to understand the law There was a boy who loved the noise of the underground He left the coast and overdosed

This Time Suede

Oh, day after day, every morning The city sighs and cars collide Oh we take the train Through the winter hinterlands and garage bands An we wash it away, we wash it away this grey Wash it away

Beautiful Loser Suede

you belong among the wild flowers picked at the side of the road you belong among the silent hours and broken telephones you belong among the tv screens with the sound turned down again you belong

Sadie Suede

Inside her, is the suburbs In the sodium lights and the streets In parked cars and the booty cars In every lonely disease In the new love under covers In the cold touch of the rights In the dead

Young Men Suede

The Young Men, Young Men You are the ones, are the scene, are the sons Are the Young Men, Young Men, Young Men Here we, here we go again Oh, Les says Punk isn't dead Oh, Mick he's not impeccably

Every Monday Morning Comes Suede

Oh when you and I Watch the planes go by Silver in the sky, Do whatever we like Oh you and me See the birds and the sea People on the streets Could do whatever we please When every Monday

Starcrazy Suede

She's star, starcrazy, electric-shock-bog-brush-hair, Flat on her back in the 80's, in the 90's going nowhere, Star, starcrazy, got a kicking transistor inside, A heavy metal stutter that brains me

Starcrazy Suede

She's star, starcrazy, electric-shock-bog-brush-hair, Flat on her back in the 80's, in the 90's going nowhere, Star, starcrazy, got a kicking transistor inside, A heavy metal stutter that brains

Starcrazy (Remastered) Suede

She`s star, starcrazy, electric shock bog brush hair, Flat on her back in the 80`s, in the 90`s going nowhere, Star, starcrazy, got a kicking transistor inside, A heavy metal stutter that brains me, and

Tiswas (Starcrazy) (Four Track Demo Remastered) Suede

She`s star, starcrazy, electric-shock-bog-brush-hair, Flat on her back in the 80`s, in the 90`s going nowhere, Star, starcrazy, got a kicking transistor inside, A heavy metal stutter that brains me, and

Every Monday Morning Comes (Remastered) Suede

Oh when you and I Watch the planes go by Silver in the sky We do whatever we like Oh when you and me See the birds and the sea The people on the streets We do whatever we please But every Monday morning

Trash Suede

Maybe, maybe it's the clothes we wear, The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair, Maybe it's our kookiness, Or maybe, maybe it's our nowhere towns, Our nothing places and our cellophane

Trash Suede

Trash Maybe, maybe it's the clothes we wear, The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair, Maybe it's our kookiness, Or maybe, maybe it's our nowhere towns, Our nothing places and our cellophane

Trash Suede

trash Maybe, maybe it's the clothes we wear, The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair, Maybe it's our Or maybe, maybe it's our nowhere towns, Our nothing places and our

HI-FI Suede

Slipping through the city, sliding train to train, Sulking on the subway, music in our brain She and me together in the city sound, Me and Mona Lisa on the underground, Hi-fi in the white city

Suede Tori Amos

Suede You always felt like suede There are days I feel your twin Peekaboo Hiding underneath your skin Jets are rewing yes rewing From a central source And this has power over me Not because you

New generation Suede

I wake up every day to find her back again Screaming my name through the astral plain And in this catalogue fown she takes me down Down through the platinum spires Down through the telephone wires

New Generation Suede

I wake up every day to see her back again Screaming my name through the astral plane And in this catalogue town she takes me down Down through the platinum spires Down through the telephone

New Generation Suede

I wake up every day to see her back again Screaming my name through the astral plane And in this catalogue town she takes me down Down through the platinum spires Down through the telephone wires

New Generation (Edit) Suede

I wake up every day took I'm her back again Screaming my name through the astral plane And in this catalogue town she takes me down Down through the platinum spires Down through the telephone wires And

This Time Suede

Oh, day after day Every morning The city sighs and cars collide Oh, we take the train Through the winter Into lands and garage bands And we wash it away We wash it away, this grave Wash

popstar Suede

With eyes of blue And eyes of green And eyes that watch The drum machine And eyes of green And eyes of blue A thousand eyes Stare back at you They watch the sky They watch the sun They

She's In Fashion (Edit) Suede

She's the face on the radio she's the body on the morning show She's there shaking it out on the scene She's the colour of a magazine And she's in fashion she's in fashion She's employed where the

She's in Fashion Suede

(The sunshine it blows my mind, and the wind blows my brain) She's the face on the radio, she's the body on the morning show, She's there shaking it out on the scene, She's the colour of a magazine

This World Needs a Father Suede

Hold on, he's coming Through the wheels of the star machine Hold on, he's coming Through the tears of your shit-stained dream In an anthem for the world Let him waltz you down the river Let him

Whipsnade Suede

We are only young but we style our future with a cattle gun We are idle rich so we smile for tomorrow with a bitch of an itch Cause when the firelight shocks like a cop shop pyre we'll jack the

Whipshade Suede

We are only young but we style our future with a cattle gun We are idle rich so we smile for tomorrow with a bitch of an itch Cause when the firelight shocks like a cop shop pyre we'll

She`s In Fashion Suede

She's the face on the radio She's the body on the morning show And she's there shaking it out on the scene And she's the colour of a magazine And she's in fashion And she's in fashion She's

This World Needs a Father Suede

Hold on, he's coming Through the wheels of the star machine Hold on, he's coming Through the tears of your sh*t-stained dream In an anthem for the world Let him waltz you down the river

We are the pigs Suede

Well the church bells are calling Police cars on fire And as they call you to the eye of the storm All the people say "Stay at home tonight" I say we are the pigs, we are the swine We

We Are The Pigs Suede

Well the church bells are calling Police cars on fire And as they call you to the eye of the storm All the people say "Stay at home tonight" I say we are the pigs, we are the swine We are the

The Power Suede

Through endless Asia, through the fields of Cathay or enslaved in pebble-dash grave with a kid on the way If you're far over Africa on the wings of youth or if you're down in some satellite town and

The Power Suede

Through endless Asia, through the fields of Cathay or enslaved in pebble-dash grave with a kid on the way If you're far over Africa on the wings of youth or if you're down in some satellite

We Are The Pigs Suede

Well the church bells are calling Police cars on fire And as they call you to the eye of the storm All the people say "Stay at home tonight" I say we are the pigs, we are the swine

Introducing The Band Suede

Dog man star took a suck on a pill And stabbed a cerebellum with a curious quill Europe, America, Winterland Introducing the band Chic thug stuttered through a stereo dream A fifty knuckle

Introducing The Band Suede

Dog man star took a suck on a pill And stabbed a cerebellum with a curious quill Europe, America, Winterland Introducing the band Chic thug stuttered through a stereo dream A fifty knuckle shuffle

Digging a Hole Suede

I've drunk to much, too long to you Feel so much older, but I'm only 22 She said she was an artist, but I met her in the street She sleeps right through the afternoon and throws up on the sheets

He`s Gone Suede

Tears on a pillow Eyes on the phone You pour all the love that you keep inside Into a song, Like "He's Gone" And these are the thoughts that you keep inside You smile from your window