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Pound
23
Alternative
Pound was released on January 1, 1988 by Beggars Banquet as a part of the album Unanswerable Lust / Beast Box
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Release DateJanuary 1, 1988
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Luxuria
Luxuria
Performer
Howard Devoto
Howard Devoto
Vocals
Norman Fisher Jones
Norman Fisher Jones
Guitar
Alexandra Jackson
Alexandra Jackson
Vocals
Julia White
Julia White
Vocals
Sarah Partridge
Sarah Partridge
Vocals
Pete Gleadall
Pete Gleadall
Programming
Ashley Slater
Ashley Slater
Trombone
Barbara Snow
Barbara Snow
Trumpet
Clare Hirst
Clare Hirst
Saxophone
David Sinclair
David Sinclair
Cello
James Gardner
James Gardner
Keyboards
Leroy James
Leroy James
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Howard Devoto
Howard Devoto
Songwriter
Norman Fisher Jones
Norman Fisher Jones
Composer

Lyrics

Can you put a price upon every lingering breath?
Can you work it out and say what every minute's worth?
Time is always money, you're such a very heavy spender
You're squeaky clean, you're out of legal tender
Certainty, it's so sexy
You're too close to draw
You could be eating sea-bird-eye-degocheese
You need someone to tell you when to stop
There's only ever been one soft option, one blank cheque
One defect to take you up to the neck
You'll need more, I'll get you some
See me okay with Rambo bubblegum
So much goes to Sally
So much goes to my Nicholas
You'll get back your money
When the sublime meets the ridiculous
The bewitchingly ridiculous
You put your money where your mouth is
Your balance is astounding
You're in for every penny
You're in for every pound ninety
Look at you now, pound it pounding
Now you're shilling
Out for any count, any killing
You listen to the hours of your fingers flip-flop
You need a franchise Yamaha solo pop
What's that funny smell?
Why aren't you out earning?
Give me a pittance for the holes in your pockets
They're burning
I smell them burning
You put your money where your mouth is
You can talk 'til doomsday
You can't take it with you, son
The hours of your fingers tap on an empty urn
Unless you let things take forever, they never get done
Unless you let things take forever, they never get done
This is what I mean by my money
This is what I mean by my money
This is what I mean by my money
This is what I mean by my money
You put your money where your mouth is
You can talk 'til doomsday
You can't take it with you, son
The hours of your fingers tap on an empty urn
Unless you let things take forever, they never get done
The real cost of living, it's changing all the time
Don't set the clocks against me again
Hard luck, hard cash, but no hard feelings
I must dash, I hurt my feelings
I just can't say exactly where
I just can't say exactly where
Written by: Howard Devoto, Norman Fisher Jones
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