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Senses Working Overtime

XTC

1982

jaar
Top 40

piekpositie
Top 40

weken
Top 40

punten
Top 40

Coverafbeelding XTC - Senses Working Overtime

XTC

Artiest

XTC

Titel A-kant

Senses Working Overtime

Lengte A-kant

4:30

Componist(en) A-kant

A. Partridge

Producer(s) A-kant

Hugh Padgram, XTC

Titel B-kant

Blame The Weather / Tissue Tigers (The Arguers)

Lengte B-kant

3:37 / 3:55

Componist(en) B-kant

C. Moulding / A. Partridge

Producer(s) B-kant

Hugh Padgram, XTC

Platenlabel

Virgin

Catalogusnr

103.998

Album

English Settlement

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Hey, hey,
The clouds are whey.
There's straw for the donkeys,
And the innocents can all sleep safely,
All sleep safely.

My, my,
Sun is pie.
There's fodder for the cannons,
And the guilty ones can all sleep safely,
All sleep safely.

And all the world is football-shaped
It's just for me to kick in space
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste
And I've got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in.
I've got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference
'Tween a lemon and a lime
Pain and the pleasure
And the church bells softly chime.

Hey hey,
Night fights day.
There's food for the thinkers,
And the innocents can all live slowly,
All live slowly.
My, my,
The sky will cry
Jewels for the thirsty,
And the guilty one's can all die slowly ,
All die slowly.

And all the world is biscuit-shaped,
It's just for me to feed my face,
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste,
And I've got one, two, three, four, five,
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in.
I've got one, two, three, four, five,
Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference,
'Tween a lemon and a lime,
Pain and the pleasure,
And the church bells softly chime,

And birds might fall from black skies,
And bullies might give you black eyes,
And busses might skid on black ice,
But to me it's very, very beautiful Ë‡
(England's glory!)
Beautiful Ë‡
(A striking beauty!)

And all the world is football-shaped,
It's just for me to kick in space,
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste,
And I've got one, two, three, four, five,
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in
I've got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to tell the difference
'Tween the goods and grime
Turds and treasure
And there's one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in
I've got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference
'Tween a lemon and a lime
Pain and the pleasure,
And the church bells softly chime.