| IN THE CROWD — Paul Weller |
| When I’m in the crowd, I don’t see anything |
| My mind goes a blank, in the humid sunshine |
| when I’m in the crowd I don’t see anything |
| I fall into a trance, at the supermarket |
| The noise flows me along, as I catch falling cans, |
| of baked beans on toast, technology is the most. |
| and everyone seems just like me, |
| they struggle hard to set themselves free |
| and their waiting for the change |
| When I’m in the crowd, I can’t remember my name |
| and my only link is pots of Wall’s ice cream |
| when I’m in the crowd — I don’t see anything |
| Sometimes I think that it’s a plot, |
| an equilibrium melting pot, |
| The government sponsors underhand, |
| When I’m in the crowd |
| When I’m in the crowd |
| When I’m in the crowd |
| And everyone seems that they’re acting a dream, |
| 'cause they’re just not thinking about each other |
| and they’re taking orders, which are media spawned |
| and they should know better, now you have been warned |
| and don’t forget you saw it here first |
| When I’m in the crowd |
| When I’m in the crowd |
| When I’m in the crowd |
| And life just simply moves along |
| in simple houses, simple jobs |
| and no ones wanting for the change |
| When I’m in the crowd |
| When I’m in the crowd |
| When I’m in the crowd |
| MR. CLEAN — Paul Weller |
| Daylight dawns, you wake up and yawn — Mr. Clean — |
| A piece of toast from the one you love most — and you leave — |
| You get the bus in the 8 o’clock rush, |
| And catch your train in the morning rain — |
| Mr. Clean — Mr. Clean — |
| If you see me in the street — look away — |
| Cause I don’t ever want to catch you looking at me — |
| Mr. Clean — |
| Cause I hate you and your wife, |
| And if I get the chance, I’ll f**k up your life! |
| Mr. Clean — |
| IS THAT SEEN! |
| Surround yourself with dreams, of pretty young girls, |
| and anyone you want, but — |
| please don’t forget me or any of my kind, |
| cause I’ll make you think again, |
| When I stick your face in the grind — |
| Getting pissed at the annual office do — |
| Smart blue suit and you went to Cambridge too — |
| You miss page 3, but the Times is right for you — |
| And mum and dad are very proud of you — |
| Mr. Clean — |
| IT’S TOO BAD — Paul Weller |
| All we seem to do is talk about it |
| we always end up shouting about it |
| there was a time we could overcome it |
| But it’s too late to say we’ll just forget it |
| It’s too bad that we had to break up |
| and too much said for us to ever make up |
| I could get by if I could just forget you |
| but things remind me and I feel so sad now |
| I could say I’m sorry |
| but it’s not the point is it? |
| you want to play your games and |
| you don’t mind if I get hurt. |
| Same old feeling everytime I see you |
| and every avenue I walk I’m behind you |
| your back is turned and your eyes are closed girl |
| you move in circles that are out of my reach now. |
| FLY — Paul Weller |
| The way that sunlight flits across your skirt, |
| makes me feel I’m from another world, |
| To touch your face in the morning light |
| I hope you’re always gonna be around. |
| The times I struggle to understand why, |
| The ancient proverbs like «Who am I?» |
| «Why am I here» and «What have I done?» |
| I see the answer’s place my trust in you. |
| Trust in you love, be with me then |
| That’s when I want you, that’s when I need you the most. |
| I want us to be like Peter Pan, |
| But dreams it seems are weightless as sand, |
| And man’s supposedly is made of sand, |
| It seems that man cannot survive at all. |
| Let’s disappear love, let’s fly away, |
| Into the demi-monde, into the twilight zone. |
| The times inside I spent screaming at you, |
| Release me please from this mortal jail, |
| One shrug or smile can determine my fate, |
| I’m lost for days and have myself to blame. |
| Something I’m giving, is yours for the taking, |
| Something like sunlight, Love is a spotlight, |
| Love is all sorrow, still I’ll meet you tomorrow |
| And look forward to see you, now I can’t live without you. |
| BUT I’M DIFFERENT NOW — Paul Weller |
| Picked you up and let you down and |
| I never said a word — |
| But I’m different now and I’m glad that you’re my girl |
| Mess you 'round and upset you — I hurt you most of all — |
| But I’m different now and I’m glad that you’re my girl |
| Fun lasts for seconds, love lasts for days but |
| But you can’t have both — |
| And I’m different now but I’m glad that you’re my girl |
| Because I know I done some things |
| That I should never have done |
| But I’m different now and I’m glad that you’re my girl |