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  • Track Name

    Swamp Thing

  • Album

    Return of the Roughnecks: The Best of the Chameleons

  • Artist

    The Chameleons

I can already hear your tune
Calling me across the room
When the world and his wife
Are on my back again
Not enough pleasure
Too much pain

When the world is too much with me
Please leave, just go away
Before I lose my mind completely
Please leave, just go now
In the sidestreet something’s moving
Look around, look around
All around you
Walls are tumbling down 
Stop staring at the ground

I can practically see your face
And another revolutionary falls from grace 
Hear the thunder in your brain
Not enough sunshine
Too much rain

When the light of life has gone
No change for the meter
Then the king of spivs will come
Selling blood by the litre
When nothing’s sacred anymore 
When the demon’s knocking on your door
You’ll still be staring down at the floor

Not too many hours from this hour
So long?
The storm comes
Or is it just another shower?

Picking up the pieces
Half alive in a nine ‘til five
Vacant eyes
Is it any wonder?
Primal scream at the TV screen
Close your eyes

Now the world is too much with me
Please leave, just go away
Before I lose my mind completely
Just leave, please go now
Now nothing’s sacred anymore 
When the demon’s breaking down your door
You’ll still be staring down at the floor

Not too many hours from this hour
So long?
Now the storm comes
Or is it just another shower?

Not too many hours from this hour
So long?
Now the storm has come
Or is it just another shower?
Or is it just another shower?
Or is it just another shower?

 Song: Swamp Thing by The Chameleons - Released in Strange Time album (1986)

When you reach the sky / You feel the pure air / You touch the soft cotton that the clouds are made / And forget the rough and gruff world where your feet stands right now / In fact, you can touch the sky / With a kiss or a glass of wine… /// Photo: Gilbert - Brasília / Brazil (aug.2008)
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When you reach the sky / You feel the pure air / You touch the soft cotton that the clouds are made / And forget the rough and gruff world where your feet stands right now / In fact, you can touch the sky / With a kiss or a glass of wine… /// Photo: Gilbert - Brasília / Brazil (aug.2008)


(…)Yeah, the trees, those useless trees produce the air that I am breathing.Yeah, the trees, those useless trees; they never said that you were leaving.I carved your name with a heart just up above - now swollen, distorted, unrecognisable; like our love. The smell of leaf mould & the sweetness of decay are the incense at the funeral procession here, today.In the trees, those useless trees produce the air that I am breathing.Yeah, the trees, those useless trees; they never said that you were leaving.You try to shape the world to what you want the world to be.Carving your name a thousand times won’t bring you back to me.Oh no, no I might as well go and tell it to the trees.Go and tell it to the trees, yeah. 


Part of “The Trees”. Song by Pulp. Photo: Gilbert - Brasília / Brazil (aug.2008)
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(…)
Yeah, the trees, those useless trees produce the air that I am breathing.
Yeah, the trees, those useless trees; they never said that you were leaving.
I carved your name with a heart just up above - now swollen, distorted, unrecognisable; like our love. The smell of leaf mould & the sweetness of decay are the incense at the funeral procession here, today.
In the trees, those useless trees produce the air that I am breathing.
Yeah, the trees, those useless trees; they never said that you were leaving.
You try to shape the world to what you want the world to be.
Carving your name a thousand times won’t bring you back to me.
Oh no, no I might as well go and tell it to the trees.
Go and tell it to the trees, yeah. 

Part of “The Trees”. Song by Pulp. Photo: Gilbert - Brasília / Brazil (aug.2008)


What makes me feel alive is walk through ways that I’ve never been before. 
It can be so dark and foggy, so unpredictable. But I like the unpredictable, the unexpected. I’m probably a kind of nuts, I know. 
But, what more can I expect from life than find out its ways?
Who I find on the way makes my life richer and happier. 
I expect do the same with yours. 
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What makes me feel alive is walk through ways that I’ve never been before. 

It can be so dark and foggy, so unpredictable. But I like the unpredictable, the unexpected. I’m probably a kind of nuts, I know. 

But, what more can I expect from life than find out its ways?

Who I find on the way makes my life richer and happier. 

I expect do the same with yours. 

Hello my honey
My beautiful friend
It’s hard to imagine
It’s come to an end
But the more I remember
The more I forget
Living in fear of what hasn’t come yet

Oh the angels are calling
They’ve shot to the heart
Ominous frictions
Will tear us apart
And the villians of sorrow
Will always remain
Follow the future in silence again

No tears to cry
All that hurt
Or leave tonight
All that hurt

Roxy - Supergrass song from Road To Rouen album
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