u can dload the whole album in mp3 here

 

www.oxygenchunks.blogspot.com....

Thanx oxy!! :) Does anyone know what Burslem means??

Is it a town? :rolleyes:

It's one of the Six Towns of Stoke-on-Trent ;)

thanks twinks i though something like that! :)

thanks twinks i thought something like that! :)

 

oops :rolleyes:

Oxy blog don't have tracks to download, only the cover and the tracklist ! :o

 

LifeLight

Oxy blog don't have tracks to download, only the cover and the tracklist ! :o

 

LifeLight

 

Hi Lifelight,

 

U can download the 'oxy tracks' but it's a bit complicated.

You have to subcribe to blogspot.com first

then U can log in (and see the 'oxy' links)

but if U try to download the songs: there is just 1 song ('Burslem Normals' = 5401 MB) to download for free

If U want to download more songs U 've got to pay 9.95 by PayPal

 

What we can try is make a group of people download all 1 different song form Rudebox album and exchange the songs on our private emailadresses

CONTACT me on my emailadress on this forum: I can try to send U the song "Burslem Normals"

(if your emailbox can take unlimited MB's it won't be a problem)

 

:cheer:

 

Or just find someone who has already downloaded all the songs ^_^ ;)

Can't find the thead of lyrics, so I'm posting some here :)

 

 

Keep On

 

Hotel motel Holiday Inn

Hotel motel Holiday Inn

Hotel motel

Vein popping

Heart clogging

Name dropping

Life stopping

Got no strings

But I think with my dingalingaling

Can’t sing can’t speak ting tong’s tong ting

I’m popping

And I’m locking

Pulse stopping

Hypnotic

Got no strings

But I think with my dingalingaling

Wing chang with the ching ching ting tong’s tong ting

(I love my Mum and I love my Dad

They never had any love I’ve had

So much love it’s driving me mad)

Blood clotter

Slender tone

Say très bon

Dingadingdongadongadong

Sound of the town

Gets a little louder

He saw and I saw in my soul mine

If you’re in the club and you hear this sound

Come on everybody boogie down boogie down

Running in the fast lane

Speeding in the dark

Trying to maintain

The feeling in your heart

No leaving

Shallow breathing

Girl weeping

Teef teathing

Got no strings but I think with my dingaling

Wu tang with the bling bling

Sing a song sing sing

Naughty things

We’re geezing

Day creeping

Got not strings but I think with my dingaling

Wu tang with the bling bling

I spin with a tin tin gin grin

(I love my Mum and I love my Dad

They never have any love I’ve had

So much love it’s driving me mad)

Blood clotter

Slender tone

Say très bon

Like a dingadingdongadongadong

Sound of the town

Gets a little louder

He saw and I saw in my soul mine

If you’re in this club and you hear this sound

Come on everybody boogie down boogie down

Running in the fast lane

Speeding in the dark

Trying to maintain

No feeling in your heart

Running in the fast lane

Speeding in the dark

Trying to maintain

The feeling in your heart

Hotel motel Holiday Inn

Hotel motel Holiday Inn

Hotel motel

Croups crouping

Roots rooting

Ludes looting

Loops hooping

Got no strings but I think with my dingalingaling

Two two for the two ting tong ting two stonking

Two’s two

Looks luking

Fruits fruiting

Sleuths sleuthing

Got no strings I think with my dingalingaling

Root root for the rooting

Toot toot for the tooting

(I love my Mum and I love my Dad

They never have any love I’ve had

So much love it’s driving me mad)

Blood clotter

Slender tone

Say très bon

Like a dingadingdongadongadong

Sound of the town

Gets a little louder

He saw and I saw my saw mine

If you’re in this club and you hear this sound

Come on everybody boogie down boogie down

Running in the fast lane

Speeding in the dark

Trying to maintain

No feeling in your heart

Running in the fast lane

Speeding in the dark

Trying to maintain

No feeling in your heart

 

 

 

Good Doctore

Good Doctor

 

Take that ..Take that

You all right star?

No star

You all right star?

No star

You all right star?

No star

I don't feel proper

 

I went to the doctor to get a prescription

I told her little fact

But lots of fiction

About a bad back

That I aint got

They tried to sell me faith healing

I think not

I want Zanax, Vicidin and Oxycotton

Funky fill the form out

So I can drop them

Got all these demons

And I can't stop them

To tell you the truth Doc

I might have a problem

Robbie Williams take one Adoral with water in the morning

Pfftt as if I'm going to take one tablet

I'm Keith Moon

Dickhead

 

They say this one's to take you up

They say this one's to take you down

When I took them I don't feel sound

And I look rather round

 

You all right star?

No star

You all right star?

No star

You all right star?

Five star

I don't feel proper

 

You know what Doc,

its all right you know

I just hurt me leg

It's not terminal

But a painkiller could help

for what's wrong with me knee

And I'm a little bit down

From too much tea

Got my own collection

Can't get an erection

If I take 'em too long

They'll fu.ck me complexion

That's right, if I take 'em for like more

than four days in a row I get that haunted look

 

Give me loads of pills

Give me loads of pills

Give me loads of pills

Give me loads of pills

 

They say this one's to take you up

They say this one's to take you down

When I took them I don't feel sound

And I look rather round

You all right star?

No star

You all right star?

No star

You all right star?

Five star

I don't feel proper

 

Now if you go to the barber shop long enough

then you're gonna get a haircut

If you go to the doctor's regularly

then you've gots to be a fu.ck up

Now I got five or six if I'm at a loss

Do I have a history of drug abuse?

No I never tick that box

And I know one or two of you could be really really cross

When the drugs don't work

Prescriptions pills the boss

Glory days are gone

And we've all stopped having it

No raves no more

Just bedside cabinets

Sleepers are great

But don't start dabbing it

The world carries on spinning

Well mad, isn't it

 

Take that ..Take that, isn't it?

 

They say this one's to take you up

They say this one's to take you down

When I took them I don't feel sound

And I look rather round

You all right star?

No star

You all right star?

No star

You all right star?

Five star

I don't feel proper

 

You all right star?

No star

Are you five star?

No star

Are you all right star?

Five star

I don't feel proper

 

Know what doc

Its not like I've been doing any research or anything

But if you could give me any of the following pills

I'd be very very grateful

'Cause I feel poorly

So that's

Codeine

Morphine

Opium

Methadone

Menocrabedene

Hydroanoxycodeine

Anolodene

Buprenopheine

Butrophenol

Adorel

Dorel

Work with me antidepressants

But not St Johns Wort

'Cause I can get that at Boots

 

 

The Actor(Principal actors to the stage please.

Act one is about to begin

in 8 seconds.)

 

First you can't act, now you can't stop

(That's my motivation)

I used to like you a lot

(I was the class nerd)

Exactly who I'm supposed to be?

(I'm totally Strasberg)

You play a doctor on TV

(What you're doing is so weird)

 

Deep down you're dirty, but you try it

(I'm a good person)

The truth would break you, so you lie

(I want my work to narrow)

It's in the choices that you make

(I want to inspire)

No talent, just fate

 

I don't know where you begin

I end

We start

Again

I need

You love

We all watch

The actor acting

The actor acting

 

Good from far but far from good

(All I have is my instinct)

You left to act, I wish you would

(It's not acting, it's reacting)

Act like you're not from out of space

(When I'm on stage I feel alive)

You know, ambition isn't grace

(For me it's the craft)

 

Made of sex, made of ale

(Would I do better in New York?)

You are the alpha male

(I'm just too pretty for that role)

You are the good, you are the great

(The words have power)

Now let me fill you with my hate

 

I don't know where you begin

I end

We start

Again

I need

You love

We all watch

The actor acting

 

Monroe (Monroe)

Barrymore (Barrymore)

Mansfield

De-de-den-de-den-de-den Judi Dench (Judi Dench)

Madonna Ritchie (Ritchie Ritchie Ritchie Ritchie)

Streep – Close – Hepburn – Burt Reynolds – Niven – Danson - Bundy – Bardot

Joaqin Joaqin Joaqin Joaqin Joaqin Joaqin Joaqin

Swank

 

I don't know where you begin

I end

We start

Again

I need

You love

We all watch

The actor acting

 

I don't know where you begin

I end

We start

Again

I need

You love

We all watch

The actor acting

 

In the future everybody will be anonymous for 15 minutes

 

You are

We all are

A test card

The stars of CCTV

We are the nature of the beast

 

 

 

Never touch That Switch

Never Touch That Switch

 

Size of which is paradoxic the only way you’re gonna stop this

In the vessel there’s a switch in the middle, you really shouldn’t fiddle cause its toxic. Listen up ‘cos it’s a red light, and the pressure’s blowing up tight

There’s a skism in the time mechanism, there’s a skism in the time mekanism

Never touch that switch, even if you want to. You don’t know what it can do.

Never touch that switch, even if you want to. You don’t know what it can do.

See the futures in the distance I know I’m facing some resistance

Getting back within the blink of a bubble, time machine never gives us any

Trouble. There’s a riot down in Shelton, only minutes after Brixton but this city never made it on the telly. Or the rumble of the nations underbelly

Never touch that switch, even if you want to. You don’t know what it can do.

Never touch that switch, even if you want to. You don’t know what it can do.

You know you’re heading for a meltdown, and you’re living in a tin town

Thinking that you’re gonna be somebody, living in the land of milk and honey

Listen up ‘cos it’s a red light, and the futures blowing up tight

There’s a skism in the time mechanism, there’s a skism in the time mekanism

Never touch that switch, even if you want to. You don’t know what it can do.

Never touch that switch, even if you want to. You don’t know what it can do.

Never touch that switch, even if you want to. You don’t know what it can do.

Never touch that switch, even if you want to. You don’t know what it can do.

 

 

 

Burslem Normals

 

In your face there’s nowt left. They have defaced the marks you left upon the wall

The writing’s now not there at all, can you stand what you stood for, are you more normal than before?

Goodbye to the normals x 2

In your place there’s just chavs. The kids aren’t alright. They know they’re born today

Reaching out to feel the sun at the time it seemed like fun. I was there when you got done.

There for two weeks by the surf, you used to know what we were worth before the normals fell to earth

Goodbye to the normals x 2

Whatever happened to, the Meir mortals crew, the fine young casuals blew a fuse and all the Burslem lads now that they’re all dads it meant so much to me, it makes me sad

In your wake, there’s nowt left

 

 

 

the 80s

The 80s

 

I smoke Consulate and Park Drive

Drank Newcy Brown, learned how to skive

Polo mints to hide my breath from my Mum

Did a little weed 'cause it felt like fun

Did a little speed if my friends had some

Nicked Volkswagon badges, I'm a Beastie Boys son

Me so horny, me so young, and I still get my washing done

 

Auntie Jo died of cancer, God didn't have an answer

Rhythm was a dancer, any room for a chancer

That's me in the corner, thanks Sir

Wore a Troop track suit, British Knights shoes

Kangol hat like L.L. Cools

Before I was having it, having it large

They nicked the B.M.X. from out my garage

 

And I knew it was Tire from off the estate

'Cause every time I saw him he smiled like we were mates

From then on in, I'd have to walk to me Nan's and I'll dream my dreams for a sea of prams

Like a hooligan on the football stands and I threw the V's to Leeds and West Ham

And then I ran, I ran so far away

Down Scotia Road to a taxi bay

Then I ran again 'cause I couldn't pay

Young Muslim didn't get his fare that day

I apologise today

 

Things look better when they start

That's how the 80's broke my heart

 

And who are you calling poof

You like Wham, man

I hate that stuff

And then my Granddad died and left a hole in the family

And lots of women there to nanny me

 

School was a laugh, they didn't have A.D.D

Thick was the term they used for me

Over and over, repeatedly, over and over

Take my breathe away, pass the bidley bidley bidley bidley bong

Pass it on the left hand side

Right turn, Clyde

 

That girl in the fourth year got pregnant

She was raised Catholic, brilliant

I cried, she cried, we cried

Her youth died

 

Drank cider in the cemetery

The year above us had discovered 'E'

And I said it weren't for me

Twelve pounds fifty

I could rob my mum's purse and buy one off Chalky

 

Met a girl on Monday, drank fizzy pop on Tuesday

Fingered her on Wednesday, and on Thursday and Friday, and on Saturday

Dumped by Sunday

 

Things look better when they start

That's how the 80's broke my heart

The wonder years I've played my part

That's how the 80's broke my heart

 

Like I said

I lost my virginity to a girl called Anne-Marie

Well, she said she fancied me

And then she said "Fu.ck me" and I thought fu.ck me

And I'm all talk and it'll be over too quickly

 

And it was but I couldn't care less

I'd seen a girl's part, made a mess on her dress

Oh yes, you're now rocking with the best

Second person in my year that had seen a breast

I'm in my 30s now and I'm still impressed

Why the Falklands Mum, and what have they done

 

Where do girls come, where do girls come from, where do girls come from

It's the 80's what you looking at, you mong

So young, so long, so young, so long

Too short, so long

What you looking at, you mong

Too short, so long, too short, so long

So long

 

 

 

the 90s

The 90s

 

Picking up the story from where I left off It’s 1990 now so school can f**k off I got no GCSEs, nothing higher than a ‘D’

I couldn’t tell me mum because she’d batter me Me and Tate sat on the bowling green, life was a nutster We had five quid between us and bought six cans of bitter I took me ten Benson home and I smoked through the sorrow If I could just avoid me Mum, maybe I’d tell her tomorrow I stumbled through the door I said "Mum it’s like this"

She said “That man’s been on the phone and you’ve made the list You’re in that boy band son, come and give us a kissâ€

Phoned up Martin and Rich and carried on getting pissed Boys I don’t believe it, I’m goin’ to be famous Pick you up in a Porsche and buy you lots of trainers I met the other guys, one seemed like a c**k I think it’s going to be like New Kids On The Block

I can’t be bothered ’cause I’m lazy

I hate those that hate me

I can’t forgive and it’s crazy, baby

Now I’m a video star

Baa baa baa, ba baa baa

Do you know who you are, baby

(I only wanted to get down

I’m making trouble in this town

For the five of us)

I adopted four brothers, some I liked more than others One was like a brother from another mother But the lead singer made it hard to like him And I still loved him, despite him The first three months, you know I nearly quit I played snooker with my Dad, he said “Don’t be a dick Unload the bullets, you’re mind is a gun You’re gonna shoot yourself when they’re number oneâ€

I can’t be bothered ’cause I’m lazy

I hate those that hate me

I can’t forgive and it’s crazy, baby

Now I’m a video star

Baa baa baa, ba baa baa

Do you know who you are, baby

(I only wanted to get down

I’m making trouble in this town

For the five of us)

Now it’s dinner with Versace lunch with Princess Diana And I’m gonna get battered if I go out in my manor ‘Cause as much as we were loved we were also hated The boys got jealous ‘cause the girls got plated And now we’re famous and that, and we’re dancing and that And I’m thinking I can sing why am I stood at the back

So f**k the band give me Sambuka and gak

I can’t be bothered ’cause I’m lazy

I hate those that hate me

I can’t forgive and it’s crazy, baby

Now I’m a video star

Baa baa baa, ba baa baa

Do you know who you are, baby

(I only wanted to get down

I’m making trouble in this town

For the five of us)

And now it’s breaking my heart because the dream’s turned to nuts It ain’t broke but I’ll break it in a little bit And I’m always in trouble but I’ve stopped saying sorry Everybody’s worried “What the f**k’s wrong with Robbie He not answering his phone, he’s not talking to me I saw him on the telly at Glastonburyâ€

And now I’m running away from everything that I’ve been And I’m pissed and I’m f**ked, and I’m only nineteen I can’t conform no more, I can’t perform no more

But the boys know I’m f**ked and so they show me the door And if the truth be told I wasn’t fit enough to stay So I put my head down and walked away That was the 90's, 90 to 95

I can’t be bothered ’cause I’m lazy

I hate those that hate me

I can’t forgive and it’s crazy, baby

Now I’m a video star

Baa baa baa, ba baa baa

Do you know who you are, baby

(I only wanted to get down

I’m making trouble in this town

For the five of us)

 

 

 

Summertime

This is how I pray in the summertime

This is how I pray in the summer

Got my glass of shandy

Now I feel fine

This is how I pray, yeah

 

The more you say

The more you pray

The less it’s gettin’ you down

 

The more you pray

The more you stay

The less it’s gettin’ you down

 

Autumn time leaves fallin’ all around

Wintertime follows suit

Little bunnies freezin’ in the snow

Winter’s such an ugly brute

 

Mid city blues gettin’ you down

Take a break from the strain

Get out your car

Drink a glass of wine

Admit it you feel great

It’s the summertime

 

This is how I pray in the summertime

This is how I pray in the summer

Got my glass of shandy

Now I feel fine

This is how I pray, yeah

 

This is how I pray in the summertime

This is how we play in the summer

Got my glass of shandy

Now I feel fine

This is how I pray, yeah

 

And if your love has met its sad refrain

Believe me you will love again

All the best laid plans of mice and men go wrong

You can hear it in this song, oh

 

This is how I pray for the summertime

This is how I play in the summer

What’s mine is yours

Yours is mine

This is how I pray, yeah, ohohoh, yeah

You’ve got the funky drummer in 89

This is how I play, yeah, oh

 

The Mondays, the Roses

Blocking all your noses

Wearing baggy clothes

In our Buffalo poses

Bank tellers, dropping little fellas

Loved up in the clubs

Of football thugs

No malice

I dig your dread locks

Buzzin’ up your socks

Big fish little fish

Card board box

So gimme french kiss

I’ll love your voodoo ray

I dream of Santa Ana on the road to Mandalay

In the summertime

Where the weather is hot

In the summertime

Where the weather is hot

On my mind

On my mind

In the summertime

Where the weather is hot

In the summertime

In the summertime

When the weather is hot

In the summertime

On my mind

In the summertime

On my mind

I got shivers

Down my spine

On my mind

Happiness is surface blind

On my mind

On my mind

 

 

Dickhead

 

This is “T†to the mother fu.cking “Oftyâ€

What’s you’re problem Dickhead

1st Verse

Don’t kick my dog dickhead

Don’t beep at me dickhead

Why d’you mug me off in my car dickhead

Why you disrespecting my bra dickhead

Theres a dickhead in you’re mouth

A dickhead on parade

Do not have kids

Don’t want dickheads to be made dickhead

Why you disrespecting my bra dickhead

Why d’you p*** me off in first class dickhead

I’m not sitting here to be treated like a dickhead

Bumba Clart, kin’ Raas Clart

Where’s the Chorus dickhead

Chorus

Isn’t it Lovely, that we can still be good friends

They say you’ve gone off me, don’t be so sloppy..baby

Isn’t it Lovely, that we can still be good friends

I know you still want me, cos I’m so lovely…baby

2nd Verse

If you diss me you’ll sell copy dickhead

What d’you expect dickhead

Radiohead dickhead

This is pop dickhead

Size tens dickhead

break you’re shins dickhead

My security are a viscious crew

They’ll kick f**k out of you

Only if I ask them to, but

They’ll kick f**k out of you

You’re going home in a Stafordshire Ambulance

I wasn’t looking at ya’ bird dickhead

She was looking at me dickhead

Who do I think I am dickhead

Who the fu.ck are you dickhead

You must have me confused

With someone who gives a nuts

I’ve found the dickhead of the year

And you are fuc.king it dickhead

Where’s the chorus…no chorus.. dickhead

Chorus 2

Isn’t it Lovely, that we can still be good friends

They say you’ve gone off me, don’t be so sloppy..baby

Isn’t it Lovely, that we can still be good friends

I know you still want me, cos I’m so lovely…baby

The Tofty Rap

I’ve got a bucket of shi.t Ohh Yeah

I’ve got a bucket of shi.t

I’ve got a bucket of shi.t Ohh Yeah

I’ve got a bucket of shi.t

Not, horse nuts, cow shi.t dog shi.t no real shi.t

I’ve got a bucket of shi.t Ohh Yeah

I’ve got a bucket of shi.t

Verse 3

Why d’you cut me up in my car dickhead

Why d’you say bad things ‘bout my bra dickhead

I’ve got nothing for you dickhead

Go to bed dickhead

Don’t wake up dickhead

Who gives a fuc.k dickhead

No one gives a fuc.k about you cos you’re a dickhead true

See your mate over there in the corner he’s a dickhead too like you, dickhead

Chorus 3

Isn’t it Lovely, that we can still be good friends

They say you’ve gone off me, don’t be so sloppy..baby

Isn’t it Lovely, that we can still be good friends

I know you still want me, cos I’m so lovely…baby

Dickhead

 

 

Thanx to Tinkerbell :)

 

LifeLight

OH MY GOD. The lyrics to Keep On.

 

I LOVE YOU.

 

How the heck are we going to learn those :wacko: :wacko: :wacko: . But it's gonna be fun trying :cheer:

Great review from http://www.popjustice.co.uk

 

 

The last great pop album of 2006

Story filed Monday October 16 2006

 

After we did that graph the other week we never got around to actually reviewing the Robbie album, and now it's leaked so there isn't very much point.

 

There are lots of things we were wanting to say about it, but here are the key points.

 

 

 

1. It is the best album of Robbie's career.

 

2. It is a very clever album.

 

3. It is also a very funny album.

 

4. It is also a very touching album.

 

5. It is all a bit of a relief really.

 

 

Here's what some of the punters on the Popjustice messageboard have been saying about it over the last 24 hours.

 

 

 

"Never been the biggest Robbie fan, but for the first time ever I found one his songs instantly attractive."

 

"I really am shocked at how good it is."

 

"It's clear already that it contains some brilliant pop songs."

 

"This is easily the album of the year and BY FAR the best of Robbie's career."

 

"I listened to the whole album twice today and think it's the best album he's made in years."

 

"A few songs take a couple of listens, but this is fresh, catchy, different, witty, sad and very funny and definitely the best album Robbie has ever done. I too don't know why they decided to release 'Rudebox' as the first track - it is the worst single on there."

 

"I'm pleasantly surprised at this album."

 

"It's one of the best albums I've heard this year."

 

"I must admit after Intensive Care, I was well and truly done with Robbie Williams. Then he released Rudebox, which I loved... And now I've just had a listen to the new album, and well, I'm shocked at how good it is. To go from the naffness that was Advertising Space and Sin Sin Sin, and pull this out of the cupboard, is quite amazing. One of the CDs of the year."

 

"This album is an absolute masterpiece. The 80s and The 90s in particular is ****ing outstanding."

 

 

You can't argue with popularity. Well, you could...

 

 

 

"My ears have never heard anything as $h!t as this album."

 

 

 

...but you'd be wrong.

 

 

 

:yahoo:

Great review from http://www.popjustice.co.uk

The last great pop album of 2006

"I really am shocked at how good it is."

 

"It's clear already that it contains some brilliant pop songs."

 

"This is easily the album of the year and BY FAR the best of Robbie's career."

 

"I listened to the whole album twice today and think it's the best album he's made in years."

 

:yahoo:

 

Them MEDIA SUCKERS...... Now the've found out whet WE already knew.....

 

Pitty though that the 90 's lyrics have been rewritten.... Nigel: YOU SUCK!!!!

 

:cheer:

Thanks for the lyrics Lifelight :heart:

thanks for the lyrics lifelight

You're all welcome :) The lyrics to the other songs are in the forum :)

 

could anyone confirm or deny that Rudebox (the album) is already out in Germany ? A friend of mine told me so, yesterday ! :o :o :o

 

LifeLight

I don't think it is :unsure: :unsure:

They must be talking about illegal copies ^_^ ^_^

I don't think it is :unsure: :unsure:

They must be talking about illegal copies ^_^ ^_^

 

 

Illegal??? Anyone??? Noooooo!!! Haven't we got the songs yet??? Noooooo...... 'we don't have ;)

 

EMI will release the Album no sooner then the 23rd. Recordcompanies like to keep us in tense...

 

Ohhhh what do I like GOOD DOCTOR and NEVER TOUCH THAT SWITCH.....

 

:cheer: :cheer: :cheer:

 

Rudebox is out earlier in Germany, namely on Friday. But if someone has already got a copy now that would not be legal :blink:

BTW, I'm happy to be back. :cheer:

My pc had crashed completely on Sunday, had to get a new one and it took

me a few days to set up everything. Got a lot of catching up to do now. :D