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Paul Weller
Paul Weller


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Настоящее имя John William Weller
Дата рождения 25 мая 1958 г.
Откуда Woking, Surrey, England
Жанры Rock
Pop Rock
Годы 1977—н.в.
См. также The Jam
The Style Council
Smokin' Mojo Filters
Ocean Colour Scene
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Альбом Paul Weller


Days Of Speed [Live] (2002)
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Brand New Start

I’m gonna clear out my head
I’m gonna get myself straight
I know it’s never too late
To make a brand new start

I’m gonna kick down the door
I’m gonna get myself in
I’m gonna fix up the yard
And not fall back again

I’m gonna clean up my earth
And build a heaven on the ground
Not something distant and unfound
But something real to me
But something real to me

All that I can I can be
All that I am I can see
All that is mine is in my hands
So to myself I call

There’s somewhere else I should be
There’s someone else I can see
There’s something more I can find
It’s only up to me

I’m gonna clean up my earth
And build a heaven on the ground
Not something distant and unfound
But something real to me
But something real to me

I’m gonna clear out my head
I’m gonna get myself straight
I know it’s never too late
To make a brand new start
To make a brand new start
To make a brand new start


. . .


Everyone thinks it's fine
Making cash, coasting time
Everyone thinks it's fair
To be almost free - to be almost there
But not really aware

Anyone can cry
So wipe away those phoney tears in your eyes
Don't come 'round here
Expecting votes
See who charts the course on a sinking boat

And whatever you give
Listen - you give to give
But humanities so weak - if it can it would give
The loved of the loved

There's a man down there
And it should be clear
I thought we knew
And believed in it too

Anyone can see why
So wipe away the phoney tears you cry
An' don't come 'round here
Expecting votes
See who charts the course on a sinking boat

And whatever you give
Listen - you give to give
But humanities so weak - if it can it would give
The loved of the loved


. . .


Past midnight's hold
Where the world's awaiting
I'll wait for you love
But I close my eyes, as there's pain too in paradise

Hey baby say - just what you're thinking
Know I know it - yeh, feel I'm sinking
Know I feel it - I know you feel it too
Across the water, there's a boat that
will take us away

It is shining for me
All I need to be
But I can't find the key
The one to make me believe

Late at night
When the world is dreaming
Way past the stars
That ignore our fate & all twinkle too late to save us
so we save ourselves

Hey baby say - just what you're thinking
Know I know it - yeh, feel I'm sinking
Know I feel it - I know you feel it too
Across the water, there's a boat that
Will take us away

Far from the madness - out of the sadness
Into sunlight - out of the sinking
You know I feel it
I know you it too
Across the water, there's a boat that will take us away
And there we will stay

. . .


I'll meet'cha on a bus at dawn, an open top one if it's warm
And if the flowers are in bloom, I'll lose myself to you

I'll be whistling down a street, you'll hear our footsteps start to meet
Then the craziness begins
An' like chalk and cheese, yeh we'll shoot the breeze
Yeh, headed up west in an open top deck
Oh trying to remember just what for

Then we'll talk for hours and hours about nothing much at all
With your long hair falling down, falling down, in curl after curl

And I too shy to ask what I really want to do
Racked with my own self doubt, I stumble and fall
Like a fool in love, my mind in the air
Heaven knows where, yeh, heading up west in an open top deck
Trying to remember just what for

. . .


English Rose

No matter where I roam
I will come back to my English rose
For no bonds can ever tempt me from she
I've sailed the seven seas,
Flown the whole blue sky.
But I've returned with haste
To where my love does lie.
No matter where I go
I will come back to my English Rose
For nothing can ever tempt me from she.
I've searched the secret mists -
I've climbed the highest peaks
Caught the wild wind home
To hear her soft voice speak
No matter where I roam
I will come back to my English Rose
For no bonds can ever tempt me from she.
I've been to ancient worlds
I've scoured the whole universe
And caught the first train home
To be at her side.
No matter where I go
I will return to my English Rose
For no bonds, nothing and no-one can ever keep me from she


. . .


Autumn blew its leaves at me,
Threatening winter as I walked.
Summer always goes so quick, Barely stopping like my thoughts.
Which dip and spin and change so fast
I have to wonder - Will I last.

Through the windows of the train,
I caught reflections of a paper cup,
Hanging small in a pale blue sky,
Never knowing which way's up.

Above the clouds, what's to be found,
I have to wonder - Will I be around.
As my anger shouts - At my own self doubt,
So a madness creeps - Into my dreams
When you're scared of living - But afraid to die
I get scared of giving - And I must find the faith to beat it

I must be me that's rushing by,
Time just lingers on the wind.
Bristlin' through my open fears,
I wonder what it's going to bring.

Above the clouds, what's to be found,
I have to wonder - Will I be around
Run and hide, run and hide
I catch the sail at evening's tide.

. . .


You do something to me - something deep inside
I’m hanging on the wire - with love I’ll never find
You do something wonderful - then chase it all away
Mixing my emotions - that throws me back again

Hanging on the wire, I’m waiting for the change
I’m dancing through the fire, just to catch a flame-
An’ feel real again.

You do something to me - somewhere deep inside
I’m hoping to get close to- a peace I cannot find-

Dancing through the fire- just to catch a flame
Just to get close to, just close enough-
To tell you that……

You do something to me-something deep inside


. . .


The sunny sand we ran along, every day began upon
The summer's kiss of love and adventure
And every dune that we fell into left a mark upon us too
Etched forever as a moment we'd remember, oh and we'd remember

The empty woods where we played, every hour of every day
The holidays went on forever
And in the woods was a soldier's tomb, the ghost of which looked over you
And God was there amongst the trees, we felt his whisper as the summer's breeze
And every night and every day I learned to love it in a special way
As I remember, what it's like to walk amongst butterflies

. . .


I have my thoughts to position
But do I know how to act?
I have no silent ambitions
But does that make me a man
Until I learn all I can
And mean all I understand
As a way of giving

I'm a piece of the earth
I take no offence
I can be who I am
I have no pretence
Only to what you can be
If you want to be
It's a way of living

I've got a pen in my pocket does that make me a writer
Standing on the mountain doesn't make me no higher
Putting on gloves don't make you a fighter
And all the study in the world
Doesn't make it science

So grab a piece in the air
Try an' make it sing
Try and be who you can
It's the real, real thing
I'm into what you can be
If you want to be
As a way of living

I've got a pick in my pocket does that make me a player
Words can't do - what action does louder
Putting on gloves doesn't make me a fighter
And all the study in the world doesn't make it science

. . .


Dreams, schemes and everythings
Fill the dusty corners of your mind -
As cars, boats and aeroplanes
Just remind you of a better time

As love's hopes and everyone's
Anyone worth a minute of your time -
When unhampered by the agents,
Of the governors of the faceless so opaque,
As bare tree's and winter winds
Just confine you to - a bitter place
A time you can't face-
A peace of your mind

We should be playing in the sunshine
Happy to be part of everything,
Not handled, greedy handlers
Brought down and destroyed
By their own ways-
Liars! Liars! - smoking on pipes.
Dimwit fires
Who just throw it in their way-
And how's your father today
Was he caught in the rain ?
Waiting on a bed
Putting up with the pain
Your three wishes expire
Now your back in the fire
Lock the genie in the shed
Put a pistol to his head

Not handcuffed to some wanker
Who doesn't know me
(and doesn't see (that) our lives are made-
(on) from all the efforts,
Of the masses,
And all the people who deserve a better - fate

Than a time you can't trace
No peace in your mind
A time you can't place
Now your back in the race-
Your three wishes expired
Now your back in the fire
(your three wishes expired -
Now your back in the fire)

See you just can't play
Now without a say
Always got to be the man
Always got to have the plan-
It doesn't run that way
Into the ether you'll say
(your three wishes expired -
Now your back in the fire)

Your three wishes expired -
Now your back in the fire

. . .


Catch me I'm falling so fast and I can't seem to find
All the reasons I had when the purpose was mine
Now I stumble so fast rolling into the night
Kiss me quick before I land and am broken in two
Keep me on the right track, hold my dreams intact too -
I get lost in this place - I get lost, yes its true

In the waters I sink - In the waters I drink
Til I rise to the top - Which in truth is not
It's the same as below - We can put on a show
To make you feel you're alright - To make you feel there's no fight

Help me I'm sinking so fast into waters unplanned
That I once held onto but have got out of hand
Now the things that I loved are the things I can't stand
Squeeze me slow before I come to that part of the ground
It's a million miles up and a million miles down
I get lost in between and I wait to be found

In the waters I sink - In the waters I drink
Til I rise to the top - Which in truth is not
It's the same as below - We can put on a show
To make you feel alright - To make you feel there's no fight

Catch me I'm falling so fast
Catch me I'm falling so fast
Catch me I'm falling so fast


. . .


A police car and a screaming siren -
A pnuematic drill and ripped up concrete -
A baby wailing and stray dog howling -
The screech of brakes and lamplights blinking -

That's entertainment.

That's entertainment.

A smash of glass and the rumble of boots -
An electric train and a ripped up 'phone booth -
Paint spattered walls and the cry of a tomcat -
Lights going out and a kick in the balls -

I say that's entertainment.

That's entertainment.

Days of speed and slow time Mondays -
Pissing down with rain on a boring Wednesday -
Watching the news and not eating your tea -
A freezing cold flat and damp on the walls -

I say that's entertainment.

That's entertainment.

Waking up at 6 a.m. on a cool warm morning -
Opening the windows and breathing in petrol -
An amateur band rehearsing in a nearby yard -
Watching the tele and thinking about your holidays -

That's entertainment.

That's entertainment.

Waking up from bad dreams and smoking cigarettes -
Cuddling a warm girl and smelling stale perfume -
A hot summers' day and sticky black tarmac -
Feeding ducks in the park and wishing you were faraway -

That's entertainment.

That's entertainment.

Two lovers kissing amongst the scream of midnight -
Two lovers missing the tranquility of solitude -
Getting a cab and travelling on buses -
Reading the grafitti about slashed seat affairs -

That's entertainment.

. . .


Midnight star
Light the way
For thoughts that change
Like night to day-
And bless the course
That runs in time
No matter how for-
shine my way.

I've gotta need to be loved
Yes i want to be loved
I gotta need to be loved
Like anyone else

Bring the night
Go bring all your thunder
Nearer the light
Shine here amongst us
No matter the flight
fill me with wonder

No matter how far-
Shine my way-

I've gotta need to be loved
You i want to be loved.

. . .


Come taste the wine
Come lose yourself
Taste this time
But keep it well -
only love it all
With heart and head
For there is no drinking,
After your dead.

Dive and swim
In the amber ocean
See all that you can
In this new emotion -
And embrace it now
Before it's skin sheds
for there is no drinking,
After your dead.

Stand back to back
With yourself again
As your spin and reel
Like a new found friend,-
And have it all
With heart and hands-
For there is no love making,
After your dead.

And today is but a second
If tomorrow you may die
And empty pages glistening
In Eternity's lie
And time is buy an essensce
Encased upon the wall
That brings our day of reckoning-
Much closer to us all.

Light the candle
And burn it well
For only time knows
What it cannot yet tell,
Only love it all
With heart and head
For there is no drinking,
After your dead.

. . .


Here is the tune I've been writing -
It's been so long in the making
I hope it's worth all the waiting
Not expect it all for free
Everything has one ending -
Everything has it's day
There's no use in pretending -
Yes, everything has a price to pay

You just asked me, what I'm feeling
Should I tell you?
Nothing is for free
Can't you see - can't you see?
Everything has a price to pay

Everything that I know is -
Hanging on my melody
Everything has an ending
Yes, everything has a price to pay

You just asked me, what I'm feeling
Should I tell you?
Nothing is for free
Can't you see - can't you see?
Everything has a price to pay

Here is the tune I've been writing -
It's been so long in the making
I hope it's worth all the waiting
Yes, everything has a price to pay


. . .


High tide, mid afternoon
People fly by, in the traffics boom
Knowing, just where you are blowing
Getting to where you should be going

Dont let them get you down
Making you feel quilty about
golden rain, will bring you riches
All the good things you deserve and now

Climbing, forever trying
Find your way out of the wild, wild wood
Now theres no justice
Only yourself that you can trust in

And I said high tide, mid afternoon
People fly by, in the traffics boom
Knowing, just where you are blowing
Getting to where you should be going

Day by day your world fades away
Waiting to feel all the dreams that say
Golden rain will bring you riches
All the good things you deserve now

And I say, climbing, foreever trying
find you way out of the wild, wild wood
Said you are gonna find you way out of the wild, wild wood
Wild wild wood


. . .


When I find you waiting hours; oh,
You're there to save my life for our obvious goal
We've got a headstart for happiness
For our part, guess we must be blessed
For this feeling that I feel inside
Now I'm not gonna hide
(Yeh, not gonna hide, yeh, yeh, yeh)
The space betweeen us for days has been so far;
I've spent a lonely week
Now I wanna be where you are
We've got a headstart for happiness, for our part
Guess we must be kissed by this feeling to be so strong
Tell me is that so wrong?

All the roads that lead to struggles
bring you back to where you need
Some reassurance in your own depth,
Only you can see, but let others feel
Peace in my mind I'm so happy to find
As I get on my trek with a headstart back to you.

When I find you waiting hours, oh
It's my heart, not my head that takes control
And you've got to lead where your heart says go
and this hope that it turns out so
And that's all that you can hope for
Can you expect much more?

Naive and wise with no sense of time
As I set my clock with a heart beat, tick tock
Violent and mild - common sense says I'm wild
With this mixed up fury, crazy beauty
It's healthy to find all these feelings inside
As I get on my trek with a headstart back to you.

. . .


Better stop dreaming of the quiet life -
Cos it's the one we'll never know
And quit running for that runaway bus -
Cos those rosey days are few
And - stop apologising for the things you've never done,
Cos time is short and life is cruel -
But it's up to us to change
This town called malice.
Rows and rows of disused milk floats
Stand dying in the dairy yard
And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk
Bottles to their hearts
Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry
It's enough to make you stop believing when tears come
Fast and furious
In a town called malice.

Struggle after struggle - year after year
The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice -
I'm almost stone cold dead
In a town called malice.

A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef
Gets dashed against the Co-op
To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear
It's a big decision in a town called malice.

The ghost of a steam train - echoes down my track
It's at the moment bound for nowhere -
Just going round and round
Playground kids and creaking swings -
Lost laughter in the breeze
I could go on for hours and I probably will -
But I'd sooner put some joy back
In this town called malice.

. . .


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