Unsung Lyrics



These are some lyrics that didn't make it into the Forum CD.



We sit here so silent,
Could hear a pin drop,
Just one more argument,
Just another big flop.
I can’t seem to reach you,
You don’t seem to care.
How can I get through to you?
Can I make you aware?

You’re under no illusions,
You’ve told me that twice.
Would it hurt you so badly,
To take some advice?
This October weather,
Is getting to me,
So we sit there in silence,
And watch the TV.

There’s a man.
There’s a man with a gun.
Five volunteers.
Gotta choose the right one.

"I'm under no illusions",
The magician said.
" Put a gun in my hand,
" Rest it against my head.
" Now rotate the chambers,
" Let the hard hammer fall.
" If I've made a mistake,
" It's my brains up the wall."

So he sat there so silent,
Staring at the cold metal,
Waiting for the right moment,
To claim the gold medal.
The chambers rotated,
And his face wore a frown,
As he squeezed on the trigger,
Wished his trousers were brown.

There’s a man.
There’s a man with a gun.
Five empty chambers.
Gotta choose the right one.

Now they all say you cheated,
You liar, you fake.
There’s no recompense for,
Liberties that you take.
You can’t tell your story,
That’s all you can say.
I’m under no illusions,
At the end of the day.
Under no illusions,
So I’m walking away.



Lyrics by Part-Timer




I Wanna Be a Pole Dancer (for Derren Brown)

I can see you sitting, over in the corner,
Tryin’ to make it look like you don’t watch porno.
You’re flicking through that book you’ve got in your hands,
But come on Derren honey, watch me shake my bangs.

Oooooh,
I wanna be a pole dancer for Derren Brown.
I’ll grab on tight and spin around and around.
I swear my feet ain’t gonna touch the ground.
Just see what I can do when I’m upside-down.
Head over heels for Derren Brown.

You look kinda shy, but I think it’s an act,
Caught you checking me out and that’s a fact.
No, don’t turn away, like you’re in fear, or,
Are you just tryin’ to see me in that big ole mirror?

Oooooh,
I wanna be a pole dancer for Derren Brown.
I’ll grab on tight and spin around and around.
I swear my feet ain’t gonna touch the ground.
Just see what I can do when I’m upside-down.
Head over heels for Derren Brown.

You say you were nowhere near me, but I can’t believe,
That a guy like you would just up and leave.
I know you stroked my hand, baby that’s OK,
‘ Cos you can touch me all over, any day.

Oooooh,
I wanna be a pole dancer for Derren Brown.
I’ll grab on tight and spin around and around.
I swear my feet ain’t gonna touch the ground.
Just see what I can do when I’m upside down.
Head over heels for Derren Brown.

I’m gonna catch you in my web, a black widow spider,
This dancer’s never met a man who has defied her.
So come on back to my place, you know you oughta,
And let’s forget all about that restraining order.

Oooooh,
I wanna be a pole dancer for Derren Brown.
I’ll grab on tight and spin around and around.
I swear my feet ain’t gonna touch the ground.
Just see what I can do when I’m upside down.
Head over heels for Derren Brown.
Just keeping it real for Derren Brown.
You don’t know what I feel for Derren Brown.
I’d beg, borrow and steal for Derren Brown.


Lyrics by Part-Timer




Nobacherie


We see the show, we clap and cheer
We hold our breaths in tension
But on-line fans reject the fear
- we have a new obsession

Trick or treat? As disputes rage
And increased worldwide fame
What really makes for a hot debate
Is his assistant’s strange pet name

We need to know!!!

CHORUS
A world which is illusory
Dimensions of reality
Most haunted by the mystery
- what is this word “Nobacherie”?

Coops is da man he controls the van
His work is crammed with merit
But what’s the deed, which obscure need
Drives his programme credit?

A code ID protects secrecy
An in-joke they all share
A sleek invention for his boss to mention
Coop's music or his hair?

We need to know!!!!

CHORUS

** TV viewers rant and rave **
** But just one answer we all crave **
** So go on tell us Sir Big Dave **
We need to know!!!

The quest goes on cries the whole forum
What perversion or debauchery?
No sleep no rest, no joy dusk till dawn
The Nobacherie controversy.


CHORUS REPEAT ad forum nauseum


Lyrics by Hedgehog




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