Pet Shop Boys: Electric – The Lyrics (at long bleedin’ last!)

Axis

Turn it on
Electric
Electric energy
Turn it on
Electric
Electric energy
Power it up and turn it on
Electric
Turn it up
Electric
Feel the power
Electric energy
Electric
Turn it on
Plug it in
Charge it up
Electric energy
Turn it on
Electric energy
Electric
Turn it on

Bolshy

Raise your voice
(Поднимите свой голос)
Start a feud
(Начало вражды)
Spoilt for choice
(Испорченный для выбора)
I hesitate
(Я не решаюсь)
to intrude
(вмешиваться)

Oh, bolshy, bolshy, bolshy, oh
Bolshy, bolshy, bolshy, oh
Bolshy, bolshy, bolshy, oh
Where you lead my heart will go

Give me a sign
Give me a smile
I’ll wait if you say
it’ll be worth my while
There you are
pretending you’re lonely
I don’t believe you don’t
know you could own me

Oh, bolshy, bolshy, bolshy, oh
Bolshy, bolshy, bolshy, oh
Bolshy, bolshy, bolshy, oh
Where you lead my heart will go

Bolshy, bolshy, bolshy, oh
Bolshy, bolshy, bolshy, oh
Bolshy, bolshy, bolshy, oh
Where you lead my heart will go

Love is a bourgeois construct

I’ve been taking my time for a long time
Putting my feet up a lot
Speaking English as a foreign language
any words that I haven’t forgot
I’ve been thinking how I can’t be bothered
to wash the dishes or remake the bed
What’s the point when I could doss instead?

I’ve been hanging out with various riff-raff
somewhere on the Goldhawk Road
I don’t think it’s gonna be much longer
’til I’m mugging up on the penal code
Love is a bourgeois construct
so I’ve given up on the bourgeoisie
Like all their aspirations, it’s a fantasy

When you walked out you did me a favour
you made me see reality
that love is a bourgeois construct
It’s a blatant fallacy
You won’t see me with a bunch of roses
promising fidelity
Love doesn’t mean a thing to me

Talking tough and feeling bitter
but better now it’s clear to me
that love is a bourgeois construct
so I’ve given up the bourgeoisie

While the bankers all get their bonuses
I’ll just get along with what I’ve got
Watching the weeds in the garden
Putting my feet up a lot
I’ll explore the outer limits of boredom
moaning periodically
Just a full-time, lonely layabout
that’s me

When you walked out you did me a favour
It’s absolutely clear to me
that love is a bourgeois construct
just like they said at university
I’ll be taking my time for a long time
with all the schadenfreude it’s cost
calculating what you’ve lost

Now I’m digging through my student paperbacks
Flicking through Karl Marx again
Searching for the soul of England
Drinking tea like Tony Benn
Love is just a bourgeois construct
so I’m giving up the bourgeoisie
until you come back to me

Talking tough and feeling bitter
but better now it’s clear to me
that love is a bourgeois construct
so I’ve given up the bourgeoisie

Fluorescent

You walk in and light up the room

You’ve been living
in a looking-glass scene
since you
were seventeen
I can’t deny
you’ve made your mark
with the helicopters
and the occasional oligarch

Brighter and brighter and brighter
you burn
When you’re in this mood
there’s no return
Life’s a gamble
throwing the dice
Every scandal
has its price
Brighter and brighter and brighter
you burn
When you’re in this mood
there’s no return

Fluorescent
Incandescent

At midnight
it’s time for business
but who
will bear witness
to your beauty
and your fame?
And how well
you’ve played the game?

Brighter and brighter and brighter
you burn
When you’re in this mood
there’s no return
Life’s a gamble
throwing the dice
Every scandal
has its price
Brighter and brighter and brighter
you burn
When you’re in this mood
there’s no return

Fluorescent
Incandescent

Inside a dream

Taking a ride inside a dream
Living a world I’ve never seen
Wishes come true that should have been
Looks familiar, feels obscene
Inside a dream

“The land of dreams is better far
Above the light of the morning star”

Driving along a song will play
something I only heard today
A new melody with such delay
The music will never fade away

“The land of dreams is better far
Above the light of the morning star”

The last to die

We took the highway till the road went black
We’d marked truth or consequences on our map
A voice drifted up from the radio
Some other voice from long ago

Who’ll be the last to die for a mistake?
The last to die for a mistake?
Whose blood will spill?
Whose heart will break?
Who’ll be the last to die for a mistake?

The kids asleep in the back seat
We’re just counting the miles, you and me
We don’t measure the blood we’ve drawn anymore
We just stack the bodies outside the door

Who’ll be the last to die for our mistakes?
The last to die for our mistakes?
Whose blood will spill?
Whose heart will break?
Who’ll be the last to die for our mistakes?

The sun it sets in flames as the city burns
Another day gone down as the evening turns
And I hold you here in my heart
as things fall apart

A downtown window flushed with light
and faces of the dead at five
I see her martyr’s silent eyes
petition the drivers as we pass by

Who’ll be the last to die for our mistakes?
The last to die for our mistakes?
Whose blood will spill?
Whose heart will break?
Who’ll be the last to die?
Who’ll be the last to die for our mistakes?
The last to die for our mistakes?
Tyrants and kings both meet the same fate
strung up at your city gate
Who’ll be the last to die for our mistakes?

(Words and music: Bruce Springsteen
Reproduced by permission)

Shouting in the evening

Shout!

Oh, what a feeling!
Shouting in the evening!

Shout!

What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What?
How? How? How? How? How? How? How? How?
When? When? When? When? When? When? When? When?
Now! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now!

That feels so good
That feels so good

Thursday (featuring Example)

Will you love me or leave me?
I’m here, retrieve me
Don’t say it’s over, over, over
Come on, don’t fight it
The time’s still right for it
Don’t say it’s over, over, over
I need some meaning
expressed with feeling
It’s not over, over, over
The way you look at me
speaks of intimacy
and it’s not over, over, over

C’mon! Why not?

Thursday then Friday
It’s soon gonna be the weekend
Let’s start it tonight, babe
Stay with me for the weekend
It’s Thursday night
Let’s get it right
I want to know
you’re gonna stay for the weekend
Starting tonight
Let’s do it right
I want to know
you’re gonna stay for the weekend
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
I want to know
you’re gonna stay for the weekend
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Stay with me for the weekend

It could be now
could be tomorrow
but it’s not over, over, over
I’m lost in a dream
about you and me
and it’s not over, over, over
And when I wake
I’ll call it fate
that it’s not over, over, over
Today, tomorrow
Just speak, I’ll follow
and it’s not over, over, over

C’mon! Why not?

Thursday then Friday
It’s soon gonna be the weekend
Let’s start it tonight, babe
Stay with me for the weekend
It’s Thursday night
Let’s get it right
I want to know
you’re gonna stay for the weekend
Starting tonight
Let’s do it right
I want to know
you’re gonna stay for the weekend
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
I want to know
you’re gonna stay for the weekend
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Stay with me for the weekend

Take that trip down memory lane
Where you’re never gonna feel the same
Where you’re never gonna take the blame
Change your name, now you out the game
So you head outside, feel the rain
Something in your brain can’t break the chain
Same mistake again, fake the pain again,
Day to day you prowl, wakey wakey now
Holy cow you’re in doubt
You left and now you feel down
Your heart lies back in that town
So creep back in, don’t make a sound
Or lose your crown again, sleep around again
Tell your friends that you’re proud
Or ask yourself what you really want from life
Don’t follow that crowd!

I never tried to make you
walk into the deep end
and now I find myself
awake from all the weekend
I never tried to cause
that Sunday morning creep-in
I want to stay
but I must row that boat home

It’s Thursday night
Let’s get it right
I want to know
you’re gonna stay for the weekend
Starting tonight
Let’s do it right
I want to know
you’re gonna stay for the weekend
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
I want to know
you’re gonna stay for the weekend
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Stay with me for the weekend

(Lyrics by Tennant/Lowe/Gleave)

Vocal

I like the people
I like the song
This is my kind of music
They play it all night long
I like the singer
He’s lonely and strange
Every track has a vocal
and that makes a change

And everything about tonight feels right and so young
And anything I’d want to say out loud will be sung

It’s in the music
It’s in the song
Everyone I hoped would be around
has come along
for the music

It’s in the music
It’s in the song
And the feeling of the warmth around us all
is so strong
It’s in the music

And everything about tonight feels right and so young
And anything I’d want to say out loud will be sung

This is my kind of music
They play it all night long

Expressing passion
Explaining pain
Aspirations for a better life
are ordained

And everything about tonight feels right and so young
And anything I’d want to say out loud will be sung

This is my kind of music
They play it all night long

It’s in the music

And everything about tonight feels right and so young
And anything I’d want to say out loud will be sung

It’s in the music
It’s in the music

This is my kind of music
They play it all night long
They play it all night long
And the feeling of the warmth around us all
is so strong

I like the people
I like the song
This is my kind of music
They play it all night long
I like the singer
He’s lonely and strange
Every track has a vocal
and that makes a change

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