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Tragedy Rocks (UK Version)


The Crimea's major label LP debut, Tragedy Rocks has been re-recorded, re-mixed and re-released in a much improved form than the original, self released Tragedy Rocks album from 2004. Version two of the album will be available in numerous formats - an early UK release with a blue cover (released 17/10/05), a re-issued version with a pirate flag on the front (released 30/01/06), digital download version, and a US version (gray cover with an artistic Davey's head) which has three extra songs and a whole new lyrics/info page because of it.
The two current UK versions with different artwork (the 2005/2006 release) seem to be treated as the same thing by retailers. They sure as hell ain't gonna care about which one they send, so it's mostly luck which cover you get if you purchase online. They'll probably run out of the older cover version soon enough, and it'll just be the new one available. Needless to say virtualy everywhere actually has the old artwork/release date listed. Don't take that as a guarantee to the version they have in stock.

CD Tracklisting:
White Russian Galaxy
Lotttery Winners On Acid
Opposite Ends
Baby Boom
Girl Just Died
Losing My Hair
Bad Vibrations
The Miserabilist Tango
Gazillions Of Miniature Violins
Someone's Crying		 Digital Downloads:
Napster
7 Digital
Tesco Downloads
Woolworths
iTunes
£7.95
£7.77
£7.99
£5.99
£7.11		 Where To Buy:
Townsend Records
Amazon.co.uk
HMV.co.uk
Track Records
Action Records
£9.99
£7.99
£7.99
£8.99
£8.99


New TR UK Cover


TR UK Front Cover
TR UK Album Art
TR UK Lyrics 1


TR UK Lyrics 2
TR UK Credits
TR UK Rear
TR UK CD


Tragedy Rocks - The Real Lyrics

As the lyrics for Tragedy Rocks are already available on the official site (and the album cover), I figured I'd do things a little different here. You may think you know what you're hearing on the CD but, with help from a few friends, here's what the combined opinion of many have decided Davey is really singing about... (obviously, some would say they aren't exactly the same as the official version, so don't go quoting them or anything stupid like that. Take heed NME.).


White Russian Galaxy

The piano bit at the beginning has nothing to do with the song. It's a seperate track on the US version. Ain't you just kicking yourself you got the UK one?

Straight out of high school
Went into the jungle
Searching for Tarzan
Who might be dad.

You kick like a mule
Short of an oscar
And screaming blue murder
At newly weds.

Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows
Who knows
Who knows
Who knows

You talk like a fish
In nonsensical bubbles
And blow the word 'bitch'
Through your smoke-ring.

You cause only trouble
And bring only suffering
Just get in the spaceship
And stop breeding.

Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows
Who knows
Who knows
Who knows

Won't you tell me what
You never sing in church on Sunday
Why won't you ever
Go all the way.

You're floating towards heavenly hell
Hanging from the rafters
Like a church bell.

You're light years away from reality
Lonely
And lost in a White Russian galaxy.

Who knows
Who knows
Who knows
Who knows

Who knows
What goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows
What goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows
What goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows
What goes on in her pretty little head

Who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head.

Who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on

Who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on


Lottery Winners On Acid

The winner of the Tragedy Rocks 2004 competition, Andy Parker, came accross Davey's original lyrics for the John Peel favourite after finding them stuck to the back of his guitar, titled Americans On Springer.

If she does the cooking
I'd better like it
If she does the cleaning
I "never wipe the seat"
If she gets an headache
I *get* a headache
If she goes shopping
I drive her all over

We bitch and we fight
like americans on springer
Everything she say, she gets her bloody way

If she likes gordon
I like gordon
If she goes to her mum's
I *go* to her mum's too
If she gets a disease
I (obviously) gave it to her
If she goes tripping
I "go fetch the plasters!"

We bitch and we fight
like americans on springer
Everything she say, she gets her bloody way


Lottery Winners On Acid

Dejavu, eh? Being the favourite of many, it's not surprising that Lottery Winners has been through a few changes in it's time. One such time, Tragedy Rocks 2004 competition runner up John C. happened to scribble down the words he heard sung during a gig, and titled them Anthony Blair On Acid. Anyone suggesting John was on acid while he heard them is sadly mistaken.

If George says there's weapons
Tone says there's weapons
If George wants a big war
Tone wants a big war too
If George arrests innocents
Tone arrests innocents
If George goes tripping
Tone just runs to catch him

He walks through the streets like Anthony Blair on acid
Everything George says, Tone is doing it right away
If George ignores protests
Tone ignores protests
If George restricts freedoms
Tone restricts freedoms too
If George talks with Jesus
Tone talks to Jesus
If George goes tripping
Tone just runs to catch him

He walks through the streets like Anthony Blair on acid
Everything George says, Tone is doing it right away
If your momma could see you now
What would she think of her boy


Opposite Ends

Miss Annie Coles happens to live quite close to one of the band, who kindly informed her that Davey is deffinately considering changing his lyrics to these that she came up with, titled Opposite Shapes.

Babybel, remember how it used to feel?
Babybel, remember how it used to feel?
Babybel

A tight red jacket to keep you nice and fresh
Bright silver foil to protect my sunday best
Captured and sent off on a transatlantic flight
To sit on a plastic tray and await your fate
Stripped by a suit and tie on a long flight
Consumed to stave off boredom on a lonely flight

Babybel…… remember how it used to feel,feel,feel,FEEEEL
Bel Kaukauna bought us right together and then Bel Kaukauna ripped us both apart
What a funny looking pair
They would all just tut and stare, at opposite shapes
They would all just tut and stare, at opposite shapes

Babybel

You looked so good nothing mattered but your eyes all over me you in waxy red and me in silver foil,
you hard on the inside me soft and sweet, you a circle me a triangle you tucked up in fish nets we broke down barriers in the name of love
Yeah I was a fool, well I am a fool laughing cow brandished on my outer foil
I’m a fool, I’m a fool, I’m a fool

Babybel…….. remember how it used to feel,feel,feel FEEEEEL

Need to crawl inside a giant yak and then dream of what could’ve been
If I’d have had your strength
Should have shot the mother fuckers to make a safe place for opposite shapes
Make a fucking place for opposite shapes

It’s hardly the stuff of legend
I answer the questions
I tell them that I shagged you and hear them laugh out loud, I elaborate my story rising to secure my cult status
soaking up my new found friends but this laughing cow aint laughing any more

I see you lying there
Being stripped naked and laid to bare by a suit and tie on a flight consumed out of boredom
never to laugh again out of boredom never to laugh again

Babybel remember how it used to feel
Babybel, babybel remember how it used to feel feel feel feel………..


Baby Boom

Yes, take away the use of a single comma and your left with a a whole new twist on the song, totally freaking out those who dare to transcribe these things.

We're just a bunch of buffalo
Getting slautered
We're all red indians
We love fire water

We're just a bunch of buffalo
Getting slautered
We're all red indians
We love fire water

You can call me Fred Flintstone
Tarzan, king of the jungle
I guess I was a little prehistoric pumpkin
at your place this afternoon.
I guess you just weren't interested
in getting drunk and trying to start a baby boom.

We're just a bunch of buffalo
Getting slautered
We're all red indians
We love fire water

You can call me Fred Flintstone
Tarzan, king of the jungle
I guess I was a little Captain Caveman
at your place this afternoon.
I guess you just weren't interested
in getting drunk and trying to start a baby boom.

You can call me Fred Flintstone
Tarzan, king of the jungle
I guess I was a little prehistoric pumpkin
at your place this afternoon.

You can call me Fred Flintstone
Tarzan, king of the jungle
I don't need the Spanish inquisition, darling
I don't do cryptic clues
I guess you just weren't interested in getting
drunk and trying to start a baby boom

Have you ever been forsaken
Have you ever been left out on the street to die
Ever wandered what it's like
Truely wondered what it's like


Girl Just Died

Yeah, now it don't just sound like the same song, eh? :o)

Seven different girls, seven different times I cursed myself,
always scared the real one might arrive.
Seven different times, seven diffrent nights I hated myself,
always scared that the real one might just appear.

If I had my choice of evil ways
I'd do it all night and I'd do it all god-damn day
If I had a bed in which to lay
I'd lay all night and I'd lay all god-damn day

If you wanna see my happy side
better tell me that my girl just died.
If you wanna see my happy side
better tell me that my girl just died,
my girl just died.

Seven different Santas and seven different Grotos at the same time,
all scared that the real one might arive.
Seven different Gods and seven different churches at the same time,
all scared that the real one might just appear.

I come in two halves,
really good and really bad.
I come in two halves,
really good and really bad.

When my coochee won't come out to play
I cry all night and I cry all god-damn day
When she tells me death's the only way
I die all night and I die all goddamn day

Made the same mistakes again,
entered the lions den.
Learnt nothing down memory lane
only that we'll never change.
Made the same mistakes again...

In the forest
Lives a monster
It's hard to find but
When you get there
Touch it with your toungue
And you will be the one
Touch it with your toungue
And you will be the one

It's over baby that's for sure
It all got hard when i'm not ready
It's over baby that's for sure
Well it all got hard and i'm not ready
It's over baby that's for sure
Well it all got hard and i'm not ready...

If you wanna see my happy side
better tell me that my girl just died.
If you wanna see my happy side
better tell me that my girl just died...


Losing My Hair

I knew I heard this one somewhere before.

On a rope, on a rope, got me hanging on a rope
On a rope, on a rope, got me hanging on a rope
On a rope, on a rope, got me hanging on a rope
On a rope, on a rope, got me hanging on a rope

There's a swinger in the barn, over the kicked chair.
'Cause he wouldn't sing their anthem, died for anarchy.
And everything we do is strange, everything we touch decays.
Sit back sucker and say, I care, I care, I care, I care....

Losing, losing my hair
Losing, losing my hair.

There's no two ways about it, this is the grand finale.
We held peace talks in a cafe, before I opened my mouth she stroled away, and I said
just because you phone me, you think you fucking own me,
just because you've blown me you think you fucking own me.

Losing, losing my hair
Losing, losing my hair.

Somewhere between the zanzibar and the second coming,
we crossed the great divide with fortune on our side.
All through the night we drove by the ghosts of road accidents past,
women and children once dearly beloved, maimed faces contorted on the roadside verge.

I struggle to think of a beastier beast than the beast I became upon crossing swords with the use of stimulants.
I was lost in a blizzard, ended up in darkest Solihull, eyes double glazed, seeing quadrupled, barley a whisper of the man i used to be.
Only now does the gravity of past even begin to rattle the conscience, a tidlewave of guilt unleashed and rippling towards me,
a lifetime of lies and amateur surgery, massacre.

And we're falling, falling, falling ever closer to, Falling, falling, falling ever close to...


Bad Vibrations

No new lyrics, but some new info. Lead guitar on this track is provided by the wonderful Julz Parker, whom once played with the band on tour. She's currently helping out The Love Bus and is continuing work with her own band Project Winterhaven.

All this talk about Adam and Eve
doesn't cut the mustard with this little piggy.
When people start going ballistic
it's just not cricket.

All these words best left unsaid,
should have been said long time ago, no question.
When people start firing missiles
it's just not tactile.

With all these germs about,
with all these germs about...

Feel the hurt,
feel the pain,
feel the bad vibrations.
Feel the hurt,
feel the pain,
feel the bad vibrations.

All this talk about love and peace
doesn't make much sense to this old soldier.
When people start loosing the handle,
that's my agro.

All this mixed up chemistry,
leaves us feeling cold and empty.
When people start causing trouble
Bob's your uncle.

With all these germs about,
with all these germs about...

Feel the hurt,
feel the pain,
feel the bad vibrations.
Feel the hurt,
feel the pain,
feel the bad vibrations.

Feel the hurt,
feel the pain,
feel the bad vibrations.
Feel the hurt,
feel the pain,
feel the bad vibrations.

Feel the hurt,
feel the pain,
feel the bad vibrations.
Feel the hurt,
feel the pain,
feel the bad vibrations.


The Miserabilist Tango


Girl with a smile says to guy on his knees
"Have you lost your mind or were you just dropped as a child?".
Guy who's had enough says to girl who's had enough
"Might as well give up, the future would look better from above".

And if you just don’t get it raise your hand.
An evil voice is giving us commands.

Me and Dusty dance the miserablist Tango
to Chopsticks badly played on an out of tune piano.

Girl who's seen it all Says to guy who's seen it all
"Are we naturally unkind, or haven't you noticed that something's wrong with our lives?".
Guy who's had enough says to girl who's had enough
"Might as well give up, the future would look better from above".

And if you just don’t get it raise your hand.
An evil voice is giving us commands.

Me and Dusty danced the miserablist Tango
to Chopsticks badly played on an out of tune piano. Me and Dusty danced the miserablist Tango
to Chopsticks badly played on an out of tune piano.


Gazillions Of Miniature Violins


On the street where I was born
by the Acorn tree where we first made love
Legs akin, both sunny side up
I remember you buttercup.

Another murder mystery
rock the neighbourhood, rock the neighbourhood
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre
don't compare to my disaster.

All goes strangely quiet...

Gazillions of miniature violins,
gazillions of miniature violins
breaking the silence,
breaking the silence.

All about the sinking ship
you sail the thing
I'll crack the whip
All aboard the sinking ship

On the street where I was born,
in the allyway where I saw the truth.
All the whores in Liverpool
couldn't light a candle to you.

Gazillions of miniature violins,
gazillions of miniature violins
breaking the silence,
breaking the silence.

Life goes on, don't fight it.
Life goes on, don't fight it.
Life goes on, don't fight it.
Life goes on, don't fight it.

Know how it feels like to cause mini earthquakes?
Take pleasure in pain?
Don't forget to go insane
on the stroke of twelve.

Know how it feels like to cause mini earthquakes?
Take pleasure in pain?
Don't forget to go insane
on the stroke of twelve.


Someone's Crying

The better, early version of the lyrics...

Someone's crying, Lord, someone's crying.
Someone's in trouble, Lord, someone's in danger.
Someone's on their last legs, Lord, someone's on the way out.
Someone's been totaled, Lord, someone's been smoked.

Someone who made the finest apple pie
this side of the after-life.
Someone never reached the big three-oh.

How could you let her go?
How could you let her go, oh silent one?

Someone's crying, Lord, someone's crying.
Someone's cut up, Lord, someone's in ribbons.
Someone came along, Lord, someone stopped me in my tracks.
Someone's been butchered, Lord, someone's not coming back.

Someone who made the finest apple pie
this side of the after-life.
Someone never reached the big three-oh.

Still you fail to intervene,
still you fail to intervene, oh silent one...

Someone gargantuen, Lord, someone titanic.
Someone of substance Lord, someone of granite.
Someone's no longer, Lord, somebody's had it.
Where was your magic, Lord, where was your magic?

All lyrics (p) & © 2005 Warner Bros. Records Inc.
Appart from the ones I bastardised, obviously.

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