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Intensive Care

24 Oct 2005

Recorded in Robbie Williams' bedroom high in the Hollywood Hills, Intensive Care was co-written with Stephen Duffy over the course of 24 months.

"Lyrically, this is the best album I've written," Robbie says, "although I do say that before every album comes out. But I think I mean it this time. Anyway, I'm very pleased with it, and very pleased with the way it worked out with Stephen (Duffy). It's given me a whole new perspective on the future as well."

Ultimately, says Robbie, the album is inspired , at least in part, by the Human League's classic 1984 single Louise, about a man who sees his former girlfriend at a bus stop and realised that he still has strong feelings for her. "It's one of my all-time favourite tracks," he says, "and I liked the idea of writing from Louise's point of view. And so several tracks on the album, things like Ghosts and Spread Your Wings in particular, run along similar themes, about ex-lovers who still yearn for one another. There's a lot of pining on this record, I think."

Intensive Care is richly melancholic and steeped in nostalgia. While recording it, Robbie would revisit the key songs of his youth - everything from Oran Juice Jones' The Rain to Prefab Sprout's When Love Breaks Down. "When I think about school and hear some of the songs from the 80s, it breaks my heart, it really does," he says. "But I think I might have finally purged myself of that, it might finally be out of my system, which is probably a good thing. But it's definitely been an influence in the making of this album. I wanted to write the kind of songs that could break somebody else's heart in 15, 20 years, and give them the same sense of nostalgia as my favourite songs gave me." 

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Ghosts 3:41 Lyrics

Ghosts

Here I stand victorious
The only man who made you come
When you cried, you cried for us
And when we died, you died alone
Gravity's calling
Don't go home
Where are we

Did what I could
For one of us
I always thought it was for you
And when I lied
Oh I lied for us
Because you never heard the truth
I am lying alone tonight
Don't go home
Where are we

If we are ghosts
(A long long time ago)
It looks like we could have made it baby
We are ghosts
(A long long time)
Me and you
We are ghosts
(A long long time ago)
We could have made it
We are ghosts
(A long long time)
Me and you
(Ago)

Look at the time its taken me
To get away from what was said
I'll never leave
I'll always love
You know that all those words are dead
Buried in yours tonight
Move aside
I'm taking you home

On the radio
She was that summer song
Packing them in
Making them dance
A law of her own
Taking the time to sing it
I don't need you
But I'm lost
I'm lost without you tonight
Have you no heart
Where are we
(Everybody sing it)

Ghosts
We love like ghosts
We are ghosts
They're taking down our satellite
We are ghosts
Josephine
I'll follow your star tonight
We are ghosts
If not tonight
Then when will she say
(Everybody sing it)
We're not ghosts

 

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Ghosts

Throughout the recording of ‘Intensive Care', Robbie was revisiting a lot of his favourite songs from the 1980s, particularly the Human League's ‘Louise', about a man who sees a former lover at the bus stop and realises he still has deep feelings for her. With ‘Ghosts', Robbie wanted to write Louise's response, and so this freewheeling melody is drenched in lost-love pinings and the very sweetest melancholy. The vocal harmonies in the chorus, meanwhile, which are almost hymnal, enhance its emotional clout exponentially.

 

Tripping 4:36 Lyrics

Tripping

First they ignore you
Then laugh at you and hate you
Then they fight you
Then you win

When the truth dies very bad things happen
They're being heartless again
I know its gone and there's going to be violence
I've taken as much as I'm willing to take
Why do you think we should suffer in silence?
When a heart is broken there's nothing to break

You've been mixing with some very heavy faces
The boys have done a bit of bird
They don't kill their own when they all love their mothers
But you're out of your depth son have a word

I know its gone and there's going to be violence
I've taken as much as I'm willing to take
Why do you think we should suffer in silence?
The heart is broken there's nothing to break

All is wonderful in this life
Dreaming of the sun she warms,
You should see me in the afterlife
Picking up the sons of dust

When you think we're lost we're exploring
What you think is what you're soon adoring
You don't want the truth the truth is boring
I've got this fever, need to
Leave the house
Leave the car
Leave the bad men where they are
I leave a few shells in my gun
N' its Got me staring at the sun....

I know its gone and there's going to be violence
I've taken as much as I'm willing to take
Why do you say we should suffer in silence?
My heart is broken there's nothing to break

 

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Tripping

Erroneously described in the press as Robbie Williams' reggae song, ‘Tripping's' rolling rhythm actually owes a greater debt to the early work of The Clash. "It's something like a mini gangster opera," Robbie says, "Lock, Stock & Two Smoking Barrels and Snatch combined." The chorus features a tight-trousered falsetto that climbs the scales like a fireman climbs a ladder, and almost touches disco on its lofty ascent. The first single to be lifted from ‘Intensive Care' and, alongside 2004's ‘Radio', one of his more idiosyncratic creations.

 

Make Me Pure 4:33 Lyrics

Make Me Pure

Some will sing a song
To reel 'em in
It's a song I sung before
And a song I'm gonna sing again
I mean every word
I don't mean a single one of them
Oh Lord, make me pure
- but not yet

Tell a joke
Tell it twice
If no-one else is laughing there why am I
I split myself both times and laugh till i cry
Oh Lord, please make me pure
- but not yet

I don't have to try
I just dial it in
I've never found a job that for me was worth bothering
I got a ton of selfish genes and lazy bones
Beneath this skin
Oh Lord, make me pure
- but not yet

Smoking kills
Sex sells
I've got one hand in my pocket but the other one looks cool as hell
I know I'm gonna die so my revenge is living well
Oh Lord, make me pure
- but not yet

I stopped praying
So I hope this song will do
I wrote it all for you
I'm not perfect but you don't mind that, do you?
I know you're there to pull me through, aren't you?

So I look for love
I like the search
And I'll be standing for election all across the known universe
Let every president get the country she deserves
Oh Lord, make me pure
- but not yet

And I've been seeing
Somebody's wife
She said she'd leave him for me and I said that wasn't wise
You can't lie to a liar because of all lies
Oh Lord, please make me pure
- not yet

 

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Make Me Pure

‘Make Me Pure', as Robbie will tell you and producer Stephen Duffy will confirm, is a song without a chorus, "just six or seven verses, and a bit at the end." This is the singer in conversation with himself, a 31 year-old man off the drink and drugs but wanting, nevertheless, to push the barriers of his newly-found sobriety, and to still have occasional illicit fun. "It's also about turning 30 and realising that there is still a big void in my life," he says. "And that's a woman, a partner, a wife." Heartache clearly suits him, for this fabulous song.

 

Spread Your Wings 2:08 Lyrics

Spread Your Wings

I used to live 'round here
I was the boy with the flash clothes
She was the girl with the acid stare
I saw her at the place
You knows she knows you know
How she shakes
When she jacks her body
To the sounds of Oran Juice Jones
And Jocelyn Brown

Oh spread your wings
Before they fall apart
Home is where the hurt is darlin'
Follow your heart

So she walks into this dead end bar
Sticks her handbag
On the chair
So she walks into this dead end bar
Puts hers handbag on the chair
And she waits
For words we shared
When we were 15 and still cared
Cos she feels I'm a scar from the wound that time can't heal
And I said
Don't let your dreams out of your head
Stick it to the man instead
Don't fool your heart
Lying about the fears that you had back then

Did you try to change your life
Did you ever try to change your life
You repeat and repeat and repeat
Now what's up with that

Now she loves somebody else
In flash clothes
She was the girl with the acid stare
And now she paid to have
One of those

And she weighs the word she says
And she knows
You exist
Now she feels I'm the scar from the wound that time cant heal

Oh spread your wings
Before they fall apart
Home is where the hurt is darlin
Follow your heart

Spread your wings
Before they fall apart
Home is where the hurt is darlin
Follow your heart

Heart, heart, heart
 

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Spread Your Wings

‘Spread Your Wings', a lyrical sister to the opening ‘Ghosts', finds Robbie in nostalgic mood once more, returning, in spirit, to his native Stoke-on-Trent and a girlfriend of old. Celebrating the 1980s, it name checks the long-forgotten Oran Juice Jones and Jocelyn Brown, and suggests that we shouldn't "let the dreams out of your head". His motivation for this one? "I want to write songs that will still break peoples' hearts in 20 years time," he says. "And I hope, and reckon, this one will do just that."

 

Advertising Space 4:37 Lyrics

Advertising Space

There's no earthly way of knowing
What was in your heart
When it stopped going
The whole world shook
A storm was blowing through you

Waiting for God to stop this
And up to your neck in darkness
Everyone around you was corrupted
Saying somethin'

There's no dignity in death
To sell the world your last breath
They're still fighting over
Everything you left over

I saw you standing at the gates
When Marlon Brando passed away
You had that look upon your face
Advertising space

And
No one learned from your mistakes
We let our profit s go to waste
All that's left in any case
Is Advertising space

Through your eyes
The world was burning
Please be gentle
I'm still learning
You seemed to say
As you kept turning up

They poisoned you with compromise
At what point did you realise
Everybody loves your lies
But you ahahh

Special agent for the man
Through Watergate and Vietnam
No one really gave a damn
Did you think the CIA did

I saw you standing at the gates
When Marlon Brando passed away
You had that look upon your face
Advertising space

And
No one learned from your mistake
We let our profits go to waste
All that's left in any case
Is Advertising space ooooohh

I saw you standing at the gates
When Marlon Brando passed away
You had that look upon your face
Advertising space

No one learned from your mistakes
We let our profits go to waste
All that's left in any case
Is Advertising space

I've seen your daughter
Man she's cute
I was scared but I wanted to
Boy she looks a lot like you

 

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Advertising Space

Perhaps the most conclusive confirmation that the pairing of Robbie Williams and Stephen Duffy was a wise one, ‘Advertising Space' possesses wraparound majesty, and is almost profoundly cinematic. "This is my True Romance' song," he says, "the one where, like Christian Slater in the film, I like to believe I have direct access to Elvis Presley every now and then." Elegiac and mournful, it describes a superstar's tragic fall from grace. Robbie jokingly describes it as his own ‘Candle In The Wind'. It's not, of course. It's less cheesy by a full Edam, for starters.

 

Please Don't Die 4:47 Lyrics

Please Don't Die

Let me lie down
Please don't wake me
Nothing's sacred
And no-one save me

In my black eye
I can feel it
Moving
Closer
Can't you hear it

Only gift you gave to me
Self-fulfilling prophecy
Here to change the sounds that shaped my life

And if you die before I leave
What on earth becomes of me
Look around there's no-one here
To love me and hold me

Take me
Dancing
I love music
Keep on
Singing
We won't lose it

Bet ya
Leaving
Missing no-one
If your hearts run free
Why can't we go on

Go on to till they kick us out
We've everything to talk about
I could bring a song into your life

If you should die before I leave
What on earth becomes of me
Look around there's no-one here
To love me and hold me

Maybe I been away too long
And no wonder they are always right but is there wrong
They say there is nothing I can do
But to talk to strangers and wait for you

If you should die before I leave
What on earth becomes of me
Look around there's no-one here
To love me and hold me

And if you die before I leave
What on earth becomes of me
Look around there's no-one here
To love me and hold me
Oooh ooh ooh!

 

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Please Don't Die

"I would never presume to know how it feels to lose a loved one," Robbie says, but ‘Please Don't Die', by far the most poignant moment on the album, concerns a family member who died of cancer last year. An intimately personal lyric about love, memory and honour, this features the flipside of Robbie Williams, one a mil

lion miles away from the persona who sang ‘Rock DJ'. "Look around, there's no one here to love me, hold me," he sings in a very quiet and very tender voice.

 

Your Gay Friend 3:21 Lyrics

Your Gay Friend

Woohoo!

Hey hey here comes no-one
Another friend to have a go on
And she asks me do I miss her when she's gone
And I reply as much as I miss anyone

Oh! woohoo
And I'll be your gay friend
Cus your marriage never ends
Till we fuck and fight again
There's a space between us
So jump into my bed
Pretend the world is dead
Always in my head is a space between us

Hey Lord forgive us if we're wrong
Make sure that he never hears this song
And she says that I'm the opposite of a Hallmark card
She asked me how I'm feeling
When I don't want to think that hard

Oh! woohoo!
And I'll be your gay friend
Cus your marriage never ends
Till we fuck and fight again
Theres a space between us
Jump into my bed
Pretend the world is dead
Always in my head is a space between us

It's the late show now
When does the late show end
When God is in the details
Forget to show my friend
I have a friend again
You my friend again
My gay friend

Oh! woohoo! erhh
So jump into my bed
Pretend the world is dead
Always in my head is a space between us
And I'll be your gay friend
As your marriage never ends
Till we fuck and fight again
Theres a space between us
Oh! woohoo!

 

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Your Gay Friend

Starting with a jubilant "whoo hoo", ‘Your Gay Friend' is Intensive Care's most frivolous moment, and also its most mischievous. "I'll be your gay friend/Cos your marriage never ends/so we fuck and fight again," he sings. Its author declines to say who the song's subject is about - "the less said about that the better". Its Lucozade spritz is as infectious as its lyrical content is potentially contentious.

 

Sin Sin Sin 4:09 Lyrics

Sin Sin Sin

Don't let your eyes tell the brain
You should feel ashamed
Everyone needs it baby
And I feel the same
Didn't quite catch your name
Hush, hush, hush
Don't say a thing
Let's see what the night will bring
It might be everything

Oh it hurts
When you're too blind to see
Please don't read my mind
I tell the truth to me

Sin sin sin
Look where we've been
And where we are tonight
Hate the sin not the sinner
I'm just after a glimmer
Of love and light
Deep inside

Hush hush hush
To speak is a sin
And neither of us
Need rescuing
Just relax
It's what Jesus would do
We're made in his image baby
Let's ride this thing through

Oh it hurts
When you're to blind to see
What about us
Well it was just for me

Sin sin sin
Look where we've been
And where we are tonight
Hate the sin not the sinner
I'm just after a glimmer
Of love and light
Deep inside

I won't sing of amore
It don't sound sincere
Love is a cliche
But it fits not here
I'll disappear

Sin sin sin
Look where we've been
And where we are tonight
Hate the sin not the sinner
I'm just after a glimmer
Of love and light
Deep inside
Deep inside

It's love
Clean sex joy
I love you
You love my
Hate how it it feels inside
Feels inside
Feels inside

 

 

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Sin Sin Sin

One of the first efforts Robbie wrote with his new songwriting partner Stephen Duffy, ‘Sin Sin Sin', with its metronomic beat, is an engagingly hypnotic song about a dirty old man who craves a shag. "Basically," Robbie grins, "it's about the kind of bloke I will turn into myself one day." Despite its sly content, this features his most mannered vocal to date, reminiscent of Pet Shop Boys' Neil Tennant, but with even finer annunciation. His mother would be proud; Stephen Duffy already is. "As soon as we'd completed this track," Duffy says, "I thought we might just have a future together."

 

 

Random Acts of Kindness 4:12 Lyrics

Random Acts of Kindess

For those about to die
We salute you
For those of about to cry
We love you
For those of us who live in fear
Of Happy Christmas and New Year
I raise a toast to you

And if it hurts
To be so blind
Why dont you try
Being kind

They decided to become
A little more romantic
Creep up on you
While you sleep
I'll make you less attractive

Born without a spine
Why dont you try
Being kind

For those attempting their mother's way
You'll find a way to soldier on
For those whose love evaporates
I pray you find where you belong
All the words I have repressed
Are coming out today
I guess
It is justice not respect and avarice

And that just leaves comtempt
For you all
Oh oh oh
Yeah yeah
Yeah

I am just a simple man
With simple expectations
Deep regrets
They're seldom met
God speed my generation

And with it on my mind
I should try being kind

For those about to die
We salute you
For those of about to cry
We love you
For those about to die
We salute you
For those of about to cry
We love you

 

 

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Random Acts of Kindness

‘Random Acts' is a song about magic. In the two years Robbie worked on ‘Intensive Care', he also found the time to develop an interest in magic and the occult, studying the published works of occultist Aleister Crowley and dabbling in spells of his own. He likes to describe this particular song as "mystical and magical", one made for the inner Gandalf in us all. "I am just a simple man with simple expectations," he sings, perhaps somewhat disingenuously.

 

 

The Trouble With Me 4:00 Lyrics

The Trouble With Me

You see the trouble with me
I'm a basket case
I don't think I can love, love, love

You see the trouble with you
Is you're in love with me
What a strange thing to do
What a brave place to be

So we dive
On Sunset Strip
Our hearts so deep
I drown in it
And as it breaks
I swim through cracks
And leave with words
I can't take back

You see the trouble with me
Monkey see monkey do
There's no u in tomorrow
A better offer came through
You see the trouble with you
There's no trouble with you
So when you say that you love me
That stops me loving you

So she stays
On Sunset Strip
Our hearts so full
I drown in it
She's waiting for
My words to break
The one true love
I couldn't make

So she walks
That golden mile
Men will try
And catch her eye
We both know
What could have been
On Sunset Strip
Our broken dream

 

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The Trouble With Me

It is, by now, common knowledge that few people write self-lacerating songs with the unflinching eloquence of Robbie Williams, and ‘The Trouble With Me' is one of his very best. The Trouble With Me Written by a man of maturity now desperate to find the woman of his dreams, he begins it thus: "You see the trouble with me/I've got a head full of fuck/I'm a basket case/I don't think I can love." Stephen Duffy, the album's producer, points to these lyrics - which, like all of Robbie's lyrics, come straight off the top of his head with the minimum of architecture - as confirmation of his genius wordplay.

A Place to Crash 4:34 Lyrics

A Place to Crash

I'm on a mission
To abuse my position
Abuse it with you

Love, I'm a cynical bitch
I'm gonna scratch that itch
With a bitch like you

Harder thinkers make me miserable
Everything is unforgivable
If not for you
I wouldn't come at all

Find a place to crash
(Boom boom, boom boom labida)
Move your phoney ass
(Boom boom, boom boom labida)

Love me like I'm cash
(Boom boom, boom boom labida)
You can feel the clash
(Boom boom, boom boom labida)

[Guitar]

If there's a freak in here
Looking for someone like me
I fit their description
Perfectly

Boom boom boom
I bet they'll desert you
They would if they met you
Met you with me

Every move you make is poetry
They all fake what you do naturally
If not for you
I wouldn't come at all

Find a place to crash
(Boom boom, boom boom labida)
Move your phoney ass
(Boom boom, boom boom labida)

Love me like I'm cash
(Boom boom, boom boom labida)
You can see the clash
(Boom boom, boom boom labida)

Kiss me with your mouth
Teach me with your brain
All right

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Things that I say
When I say nothing at all
It leaves a taste in my stomach
And it's no taste at all

I can sing, I can't dance
But it don't stop me at all
Its a ball and I'll call , if I call you at all

Love is the reason but it wont pay my rent
Only baloney fill your dish in the dent
I won't be happy 'till the money's been spent
I forget to forget, oh forget, oh forget

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

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A Place to Crash

‘A Place To Crash', Robbie says with no little pride, is the only Rolling Stones riff Keith Richards has yet to write, and so Stephen Duffy wrote it instead. Cocksure, robust and possessed of a swagger that suggests it was born in leather trousers, this brash anthem is undoubtedly a future live favourite, its "AH YEAHs!" tailor-made for a full stadium singalong.

King of Bloke and Bird 6:10 Lyrics

King of Bloke and Bird

Speak so loud
I can't hear what you say
Except for the occassional word
So fate's a sentimental side
It bothers me
No longer king of bloke and bird

All of my life
Searching hard
Down in the wilds
Of love

Summon me now
Summon my life away
Summon me onto another day
A hand through the clouds
Keeps knocking me down
It's no less than I deserve
They built museums
I don't visit them
I've made enough trouble of my own

Into the night
Searching hard
Look for the light
Of love

Summon me now
Summon my life away
Summon me on to another day
Summon the evening winter waves of falling down again
I sing from the chaos in my heart
My heart

Then comes the evening
That makes life worth living
Shoving the shoes out in the light
She walks in
I can hear her

 

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King of Bloke and Bird

The final song on ‘Intensive Care' is also the most maudlin, a profoundly affecting acoustic paean to the futility of searching for love, Robbie casting himself here as disaffected and dejected. Its poignancy is, at times, unbearable, its lip tremors genuinely affecting. At the time of writing, Robbie reckons he won't be playing this song live as it is simply "too painful". But catch him on another day, and he is much more positive about it. "This is me trying to imitate Neil Young but sounding, instead, like Kermit the Frog," he says. Miss Piggy should be so lucky...

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Ghosts 3:41 Lyrics

Ghosts

Here I stand victorious
The only man who made you come
When you cried, you cried for us
And when we died, you died alone
Gravity's calling
Don't go home
Where are we

Did what I could
For one of us
I always thought it was for you
And when I lied
Oh I lied for us
Because you never heard the truth
I am lying alone tonight
Don't go home
Where are we

If we are ghosts
(A long long time ago)
It looks like we could have made it baby
We are ghosts
(A long long time)
Me and you
We are ghosts
(A long long time ago)
We could have made it
We are ghosts
(A long long time)
Me and you
(Ago)

Look at the time its taken me
To get away from what was said
I'll never leave
I'll always love
You know that all those words are dead
Buried in yours tonight
Move aside
I'm taking you home

On the radio
She was that summer song
Packing them in
Making them dance
A law of her own
Taking the time to sing it
I don't need you
But I'm lost
I'm lost without you tonight
Have you no heart
Where are we
(Everybody sing it)

Ghosts
We love like ghosts
We are ghosts
They're taking down our satellite
We are ghosts
Josephine
I'll follow your star tonight
We are ghosts
If not tonight
Then when will she say
(Everybody sing it)
We're not ghosts

 

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Ghosts

Throughout the recording of ‘Intensive Care', Robbie was revisiting a lot of his favourite songs from the 1980s, particularly the Human League's ‘Louise', about a man who sees a former lover at the bus stop and realises he still has deep feelings for her. With ‘Ghosts', Robbie wanted to write Louise's response, and so this freewheeling melody is drenched in lost-love pinings and the very sweetest melancholy. The vocal harmonies in the chorus, meanwhile, which are almost hymnal, enhance its emotional clout exponentially.

 

Tripping 4:36 Lyrics

Tripping

First they ignore you
Then laugh at you and hate you
Then they fight you
Then you win

When the truth dies very bad things happen
They're being heartless again
I know its gone and there's going to be violence
I've taken as much as I'm willing to take
Why do you think we should suffer in silence?
When a heart is broken there's nothing to break

You've been mixing with some very heavy faces
The boys have done a bit of bird
They don't kill their own when they all love their mothers
But you're out of your depth son have a word

I know its gone and there's going to be violence
I've taken as much as I'm willing to take
Why do you think we should suffer in silence?
The heart is broken there's nothing to break

All is wonderful in this life
Dreaming of the sun she warms,
You should see me in the afterlife
Picking up the sons of dust

When you think we're lost we're exploring
What you think is what you're soon adoring
You don't want the truth the truth is boring
I've got this fever, need to
Leave the house
Leave the car
Leave the bad men where they are
I leave a few shells in my gun
N' its Got me staring at the sun....

I know its gone and there's going to be violence
I've taken as much as I'm willing to take
Why do you say we should suffer in silence?
My heart is broken there's nothing to break

 

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Tripping

Erroneously described in the press as Robbie Williams' reggae song, ‘Tripping's' rolling rhythm actually owes a greater debt to the early work of The Clash. "It's something like a mini gangster opera," Robbie says, "Lock, Stock & Two Smoking Barrels and Snatch combined." The chorus features a tight-trousered falsetto that climbs the scales like a fireman climbs a ladder, and almost touches disco on its lofty ascent. The first single to be lifted from ‘Intensive Care' and, alongside 2004's ‘Radio', one of his more idiosyncratic creations.

 

Make Me Pure 4:33 Lyrics

Make Me Pure

Some will sing a song
To reel 'em in
It's a song I sung before
And a song I'm gonna sing again
I mean every word
I don't mean a single one of them
Oh Lord, make me pure
- but not yet

Tell a joke
Tell it twice
If no-one else is laughing there why am I
I split myself both times and laugh till i cry
Oh Lord, please make me pure
- but not yet

I don't have to try
I just dial it in
I've never found a job that for me was worth bothering
I got a ton of selfish genes and lazy bones
Beneath this skin
Oh Lord, make me pure
- but not yet

Smoking kills
Sex sells
I've got one hand in my pocket but the other one looks cool as hell
I know I'm gonna die so my revenge is living well
Oh Lord, make me pure
- but not yet

I stopped praying
So I hope this song will do
I wrote it all for you
I'm not perfect but you don't mind that, do you?
I know you're there to pull me through, aren't you?

So I look for love
I like the search
And I'll be standing for election all across the known universe
Let every president get the country she deserves
Oh Lord, make me pure
- but not yet

And I've been seeing
Somebody's wife
She said she'd leave him for me and I said that wasn't wise
You can't lie to a liar because of all lies
Oh Lord, please make me pure
- not yet

 

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Make Me Pure

‘Make Me Pure', as Robbie will tell you and producer Stephen Duffy will confirm, is a song without a chorus, "just six or seven verses, and a bit at the end." This is the singer in conversation with himself, a 31 year-old man off the drink and drugs but wanting, nevertheless, to push the barriers of his newly-found sobriety, and to still have occasional illicit fun. "It's also about turning 30 and realising that there is still a big void in my life," he says. "And that's a woman, a partner, a wife." Heartache clearly suits him, for this fabulous song.

 

Spread Your Wings 2:08 Lyrics

Spread Your Wings

I used to live 'round here
I was the boy with the flash clothes
She was the girl with the acid stare
I saw her at the place
You knows she knows you know
How she shakes
When she jacks her body
To the sounds of Oran Juice Jones
And Jocelyn Brown

Oh spread your wings
Before they fall apart
Home is where the hurt is darlin'
Follow your heart

So she walks into this dead end bar
Sticks her handbag
On the chair
So she walks into this dead end bar
Puts hers handbag on the chair
And she waits
For words we shared
When we were 15 and still cared
Cos she feels I'm a scar from the wound that time can't heal
And I said
Don't let your dreams out of your head
Stick it to the man instead
Don't fool your heart
Lying about the fears that you had back then

Did you try to change your life
Did you ever try to change your life
You repeat and repeat and repeat
Now what's up with that

Now she loves somebody else
In flash clothes
She was the girl with the acid stare
And now she paid to have
One of those

And she weighs the word she says
And she knows
You exist
Now she feels I'm the scar from the wound that time cant heal

Oh spread your wings
Before they fall apart
Home is where the hurt is darlin
Follow your heart

Spread your wings
Before they fall apart
Home is where the hurt is darlin
Follow your heart

Heart, heart, heart
 

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Spread Your Wings

‘Spread Your Wings', a lyrical sister to the opening ‘Ghosts', finds Robbie in nostalgic mood once more, returning, in spirit, to his native Stoke-on-Trent and a girlfriend of old. Celebrating the 1980s, it name checks the long-forgotten Oran Juice Jones and Jocelyn Brown, and suggests that we shouldn't "let the dreams out of your head". His motivation for this one? "I want to write songs that will still break peoples' hearts in 20 years time," he says. "And I hope, and reckon, this one will do just that."

 

Advertising Space 4:37 Lyrics

Advertising Space

There's no earthly way of knowing
What was in your heart
When it stopped going
The whole world shook
A storm was blowing through you

Waiting for God to stop this
And up to your neck in darkness
Everyone around you was corrupted
Saying somethin'

There's no dignity in death
To sell the world your last breath
They're still fighting over
Everything you left over

I saw you standing at the gates
When Marlon Brando passed away
You had that look upon your face
Advertising space

And
No one learned from your mistakes
We let our profit s go to waste
All that's left in any case
Is Advertising space

Through your eyes
The world was burning
Please be gentle
I'm still learning
You seemed to say
As you kept turning up

They poisoned you with compromise
At what point did you realise
Everybody loves your lies
But you ahahh

Special agent for the man
Through Watergate and Vietnam
No one really gave a damn
Did you think the CIA did

I saw you standing at the gates
When Marlon Brando passed away
You had that look upon your face
Advertising space

And
No one learned from your mistake
We let our profits go to waste
All that's left in any case
Is Advertising space ooooohh

I saw you standing at the gates
When Marlon Brando passed away
You had that look upon your face
Advertising space

No one learned from your mistakes
We let our profits go to waste
All that's left in any case
Is Advertising space

I've seen your daughter
Man she's cute
I was scared but I wanted to
Boy she looks a lot like you

 

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Advertising Space

Perhaps the most conclusive confirmation that the pairing of Robbie Williams and Stephen Duffy was a wise one, ‘Advertising Space' possesses wraparound majesty, and is almost profoundly cinematic. "This is my True Romance' song," he says, "the one where, like Christian Slater in the film, I like to believe I have direct access to Elvis Presley every now and then." Elegiac and mournful, it describes a superstar's tragic fall from grace. Robbie jokingly describes it as his own ‘Candle In The Wind'. It's not, of course. It's less cheesy by a full Edam, for starters.

 

Please Don't Die 4:47 Lyrics

Please Don't Die

Let me lie down
Please don't wake me
Nothing's sacred
And no-one save me

In my black eye
I can feel it
Moving
Closer
Can't you hear it

Only gift you gave to me
Self-fulfilling prophecy
Here to change the sounds that shaped my life

And if you die before I leave
What on earth becomes of me
Look around there's no-one here
To love me and hold me

Take me
Dancing
I love music
Keep on
Singing
We won't lose it

Bet ya
Leaving
Missing no-one
If your hearts run free
Why can't we go on

Go on to till they kick us out
We've everything to talk about
I could bring a song into your life

If you should die before I leave
What on earth becomes of me
Look around there's no-one here
To love me and hold me

Maybe I been away too long
And no wonder they are always right but is there wrong
They say there is nothing I can do
But to talk to strangers and wait for you

If you should die before I leave
What on earth becomes of me
Look around there's no-one here
To love me and hold me

And if you die before I leave
What on earth becomes of me
Look around there's no-one here
To love me and hold me
Oooh ooh ooh!

 

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Please Don't Die

"I would never presume to know how it feels to lose a loved one," Robbie says, but ‘Please Don't Die', by far the most poignant moment on the album, concerns a family member who died of cancer last year. An intimately personal lyric about love, memory and honour, this features the flipside of Robbie Williams, one a mil

lion miles away from the persona who sang ‘Rock DJ'. "Look around, there's no one here to love me, hold me," he sings in a very quiet and very tender voice.

 

Your Gay Friend 3:21 Lyrics

Your Gay Friend

Woohoo!

Hey hey here comes no-one
Another friend to have a go on
And she asks me do I miss her when she's gone
And I reply as much as I miss anyone

Oh! woohoo
And I'll be your gay friend
Cus your marriage never ends
Till we fuck and fight again
There's a space between us
So jump into my bed
Pretend the world is dead
Always in my head is a space between us

Hey Lord forgive us if we're wrong
Make sure that he never hears this song
And she says that I'm the opposite of a Hallmark card
She asked me how I'm feeling
When I don't want to think that hard

Oh! woohoo!
And I'll be your gay friend
Cus your marriage never ends
Till we fuck and fight again
Theres a space between us
Jump into my bed
Pretend the world is dead
Always in my head is a space between us

It's the late show now
When does the late show end
When God is in the details
Forget to show my friend
I have a friend again
You my friend again
My gay friend

Oh! woohoo! erhh
So jump into my bed
Pretend the world is dead
Always in my head is a space between us
And I'll be your gay friend
As your marriage never ends
Till we fuck and fight again
Theres a space between us
Oh! woohoo!

 

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Your Gay Friend

Starting with a jubilant "whoo hoo", ‘Your Gay Friend' is Intensive Care's most frivolous moment, and also its most mischievous. "I'll be your gay friend/Cos your marriage never ends/so we fuck and fight again," he sings. Its author declines to say who the song's subject is about - "the less said about that the better". Its Lucozade spritz is as infectious as its lyrical content is potentially contentious.

 

Sin Sin Sin 4:09 Lyrics

Sin Sin Sin

Don't let your eyes tell the brain
You should feel ashamed
Everyone needs it baby
And I feel the same
Didn't quite catch your name
Hush, hush, hush
Don't say a thing
Let's see what the night will bring
It might be everything

Oh it hurts
When you're too blind to see
Please don't read my mind
I tell the truth to me

Sin sin sin
Look where we've been
And where we are tonight
Hate the sin not the sinner
I'm just after a glimmer
Of love and light
Deep inside

Hush hush hush
To speak is a sin
And neither of us
Need rescuing
Just relax
It's what Jesus would do
We're made in his image baby
Let's ride this thing through

Oh it hurts
When you're to blind to see
What about us
Well it was just for me

Sin sin sin
Look where we've been
And where we are tonight
Hate the sin not the sinner
I'm just after a glimmer
Of love and light
Deep inside

I won't sing of amore
It don't sound sincere
Love is a cliche
But it fits not here
I'll disappear

Sin sin sin
Look where we've been
And where we are tonight
Hate the sin not the sinner
I'm just after a glimmer
Of love and light
Deep inside
Deep inside

It's love
Clean sex joy
I love you
You love my
Hate how it it feels inside
Feels inside
Feels inside

 

 

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Sin Sin Sin

One of the first efforts Robbie wrote with his new songwriting partner Stephen Duffy, ‘Sin Sin Sin', with its metronomic beat, is an engagingly hypnotic song about a dirty old man who craves a shag. "Basically," Robbie grins, "it's about the kind of bloke I will turn into myself one day." Despite its sly content, this features his most mannered vocal to date, reminiscent of Pet Shop Boys' Neil Tennant, but with even finer annunciation. His mother would be proud; Stephen Duffy already is. "As soon as we'd completed this track," Duffy says, "I thought we might just have a future together."

 

 

Random Acts of Kindness 4:12 Lyrics

Random Acts of Kindess

For those about to die
We salute you
For those of about to cry
We love you
For those of us who live in fear
Of Happy Christmas and New Year
I raise a toast to you

And if it hurts
To be so blind
Why dont you try
Being kind

They decided to become
A little more romantic
Creep up on you
While you sleep
I'll make you less attractive

Born without a spine
Why dont you try
Being kind

For those attempting their mother's way
You'll find a way to soldier on
For those whose love evaporates
I pray you find where you belong
All the words I have repressed
Are coming out today
I guess
It is justice not respect and avarice

And that just leaves comtempt
For you all
Oh oh oh
Yeah yeah
Yeah

I am just a simple man
With simple expectations
Deep regrets
They're seldom met
God speed my generation

And with it on my mind
I should try being kind

For those about to die
We salute you
For those of about to cry
We love you
For those about to die
We salute you
For those of about to cry
We love you

 

 

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Random Acts of Kindness

‘Random Acts' is a song about magic. In the two years Robbie worked on ‘Intensive Care', he also found the time to develop an interest in magic and the occult, studying the published works of occultist Aleister Crowley and dabbling in spells of his own. He likes to describe this particular song as "mystical and magical", one made for the inner Gandalf in us all. "I am just a simple man with simple expectations," he sings, perhaps somewhat disingenuously.

 

 

The Trouble With Me 4:00 Lyrics

The Trouble With Me

You see the trouble with me
I'm a basket case
I don't think I can love, love, love

You see the trouble with you
Is you're in love with me
What a strange thing to do
What a brave place to be

So we dive
On Sunset Strip
Our hearts so deep
I drown in it
And as it breaks
I swim through cracks
And leave with words
I can't take back

You see the trouble with me
Monkey see monkey do
There's no u in tomorrow
A better offer came through
You see the trouble with you
There's no trouble with you
So when you say that you love me
That stops me loving you

So she stays
On Sunset Strip
Our hearts so full
I drown in it
She's waiting for
My words to break
The one true love
I couldn't make

So she walks
That golden mile
Men will try
And catch her eye
We both know
What could have been
On Sunset Strip
Our broken dream

 

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The Trouble With Me

It is, by now, common knowledge that few people write self-lacerating songs with the unflinching eloquence of Robbie Williams, and ‘The Trouble With Me' is one of his very best. The Trouble With Me Written by a man of maturity now desperate to find the woman of his dreams, he begins it thus: "You see the trouble with me/I've got a head full of fuck/I'm a basket case/I don't think I can love." Stephen Duffy, the album's producer, points to these lyrics - which, like all of Robbie's lyrics, come straight off the top of his head with the minimum of architecture - as confirmation of his genius wordplay.

A Place to Crash 4:34 Lyrics

A Place to Crash

I'm on a mission
To abuse my position
Abuse it with you

Love, I'm a cynical bitch
I'm gonna scratch that itch
With a bitch like you

Harder thinkers make me miserable
Everything is unforgivable
If not for you
I wouldn't come at all

Find a place to crash
(Boom boom, boom boom labida)
Move your phoney ass
(Boom boom, boom boom labida)

Love me like I'm cash
(Boom boom, boom boom labida)
You can feel the clash
(Boom boom, boom boom labida)

[Guitar]

If there's a freak in here
Looking for someone like me
I fit their description
Perfectly

Boom boom boom
I bet they'll desert you
They would if they met you
Met you with me

Every move you make is poetry
They all fake what you do naturally
If not for you
I wouldn't come at all

Find a place to crash
(Boom boom, boom boom labida)
Move your phoney ass
(Boom boom, boom boom labida)

Love me like I'm cash
(Boom boom, boom boom labida)
You can see the clash
(Boom boom, boom boom labida)

Kiss me with your mouth
Teach me with your brain
All right

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Things that I say
When I say nothing at all
It leaves a taste in my stomach
And it's no taste at all

I can sing, I can't dance
But it don't stop me at all
Its a ball and I'll call , if I call you at all

Love is the reason but it wont pay my rent
Only baloney fill your dish in the dent
I won't be happy 'till the money's been spent
I forget to forget, oh forget, oh forget

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

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A Place to Crash

‘A Place To Crash', Robbie says with no little pride, is the only Rolling Stones riff Keith Richards has yet to write, and so Stephen Duffy wrote it instead. Cocksure, robust and possessed of a swagger that suggests it was born in leather trousers, this brash anthem is undoubtedly a future live favourite, its "AH YEAHs!" tailor-made for a full stadium singalong.

King of Bloke and Bird 6:10 Lyrics

King of Bloke and Bird

Speak so loud
I can't hear what you say
Except for the occassional word
So fate's a sentimental side
It bothers me
No longer king of bloke and bird

All of my life
Searching hard
Down in the wilds
Of love

Summon me now
Summon my life away
Summon me onto another day
A hand through the clouds
Keeps knocking me down
It's no less than I deserve
They built museums
I don't visit them
I've made enough trouble of my own

Into the night
Searching hard
Look for the light
Of love

Summon me now
Summon my life away
Summon me on to another day
Summon the evening winter waves of falling down again
I sing from the chaos in my heart
My heart

Then comes the evening
That makes life worth living
Shoving the shoes out in the light
She walks in
I can hear her

 

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King of Bloke and Bird

The final song on ‘Intensive Care' is also the most maudlin, a profoundly affecting acoustic paean to the futility of searching for love, Robbie casting himself here as disaffected and dejected. Its poignancy is, at times, unbearable, its lip tremors genuinely affecting. At the time of writing, Robbie reckons he won't be playing this song live as it is simply "too painful". But catch him on another day, and he is much more positive about it. "This is me trying to imitate Neil Young but sounding, instead, like Kermit the Frog," he says. Miss Piggy should be so lucky...

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Ghosts 3:41 Lyrics

Ghosts

Here I stand victorious
The only man who made you come
When you cried, you cried for us
And when we died, you died alone
Gravity's calling
Don't go home
Where are we

Did what I could
For one of us
I always thought it was for you
And when I lied
Oh I lied for us
Because you never heard the truth
I am lying alone tonight
Don't go home
Where are we

If we are ghosts
(A long long time ago)
It looks like we could have made it baby
We are ghosts
(A long long time)
Me and you
We are ghosts
(A long long time ago)
We could have made it
We are ghosts
(A long long time)
Me and you
(Ago)

Look at the time its taken me
To get away from what was said
I'll never leave
I'll always love
You know that all those words are dead
Buried in yours tonight
Move aside
I'm taking you home

On the radio
She was that summer song
Packing them in
Making them dance
A law of her own
Taking the time to sing it
I don't need you
But I'm lost
I'm lost without you tonight
Have you no heart
Where are we
(Everybody sing it)

Ghosts
We love like ghosts
We are ghosts
They're taking down our satellite
We are ghosts
Josephine
I'll follow your star tonight
We are ghosts
If not tonight
Then when will she say
(Everybody sing it)
We're not ghosts

 

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Ghosts

Throughout the recording of ‘Intensive Care', Robbie was revisiting a lot of his favourite songs from the 1980s, particularly the Human League's ‘Louise', about a man who sees a former lover at the bus stop and realises he still has deep feelings for her. With ‘Ghosts', Robbie wanted to write Louise's response, and so this freewheeling melody is drenched in lost-love pinings and the very sweetest melancholy. The vocal harmonies in the chorus, meanwhile, which are almost hymnal, enhance its emotional clout exponentially.

 

Tripping 4:36 Lyrics

Tripping

First they ignore you
Then laugh at you and hate you
Then they fight you
Then you win

When the truth dies very bad things happen
They're being heartless again
I know its gone and there's going to be violence
I've taken as much as I'm willing to take
Why do you think we should suffer in silence?
When a heart is broken there's nothing to break

You've been mixing with some very heavy faces
The boys have done a bit of bird
They don't kill their own when they all love their mothers
But you're out of your depth son have a word

I know its gone and there's going to be violence
I've taken as much as I'm willing to take
Why do you think we should suffer in silence?
The heart is broken there's nothing to break

All is wonderful in this life
Dreaming of the sun she warms,
You should see me in the afterlife
Picking up the sons of dust

When you think we're lost we're exploring
What you think is what you're soon adoring
You don't want the truth the truth is boring
I've got this fever, need to
Leave the house
Leave the car
Leave the bad men where they are
I leave a few shells in my gun
N' its Got me staring at the sun....

I know its gone and there's going to be violence
I've taken as much as I'm willing to take
Why do you say we should suffer in silence?
My heart is broken there's nothing to break

 

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Tripping

Erroneously described in the press as Robbie Williams' reggae song, ‘Tripping's' rolling rhythm actually owes a greater debt to the early work of The Clash. "It's something like a mini gangster opera," Robbie says, "Lock, Stock & Two Smoking Barrels and Snatch combined." The chorus features a tight-trousered falsetto that climbs the scales like a fireman climbs a ladder, and almost touches disco on its lofty ascent. The first single to be lifted from ‘Intensive Care' and, alongside 2004's ‘Radio', one of his more idiosyncratic creations.

 

Make Me Pure 4:33 Lyrics

Make Me Pure

Some will sing a song
To reel 'em in
It's a song I sung before
And a song I'm gonna sing again
I mean every word
I don't mean a single one of them
Oh Lord, make me pure
- but not yet

Tell a joke
Tell it twice
If no-one else is laughing there why am I
I split myself both times and laugh till i cry
Oh Lord, please make me pure
- but not yet

I don't have to try
I just dial it in
I've never found a job that for me was worth bothering
I got a ton of selfish genes and lazy bones
Beneath this skin
Oh Lord, make me pure
- but not yet

Smoking kills
Sex sells
I've got one hand in my pocket but the other one looks cool as hell
I know I'm gonna die so my revenge is living well
Oh Lord, make me pure
- but not yet

I stopped praying
So I hope this song will do
I wrote it all for you
I'm not perfect but you don't mind that, do you?
I know you're there to pull me through, aren't you?

So I look for love
I like the search
And I'll be standing for election all across the known universe
Let every president get the country she deserves
Oh Lord, make me pure
- but not yet

And I've been seeing
Somebody's wife
She said she'd leave him for me and I said that wasn't wise
You can't lie to a liar because of all lies
Oh Lord, please make me pure
- not yet

 

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Make Me Pure

‘Make Me Pure', as Robbie will tell you and producer Stephen Duffy will confirm, is a song without a chorus, "just six or seven verses, and a bit at the end." This is the singer in conversation with himself, a 31 year-old man off the drink and drugs but wanting, nevertheless, to push the barriers of his newly-found sobriety, and to still have occasional illicit fun. "It's also about turning 30 and realising that there is still a big void in my life," he says. "And that's a woman, a partner, a wife." Heartache clearly suits him, for this fabulous song.

 

Spread Your Wings 2:08 Lyrics

Spread Your Wings

I used to live 'round here
I was the boy with the flash clothes
She was the girl with the acid stare
I saw her at the place
You knows she knows you know
How she shakes
When she jacks her body
To the sounds of Oran Juice Jones
And Jocelyn Brown

Oh spread your wings
Before they fall apart
Home is where the hurt is darlin'
Follow your heart

So she walks into this dead end bar
Sticks her handbag
On the chair
So she walks into this dead end bar
Puts hers handbag on the chair
And she waits
For words we shared
When we were 15 and still cared
Cos she feels I'm a scar from the wound that time can't heal
And I said
Don't let your dreams out of your head
Stick it to the man instead
Don't fool your heart
Lying about the fears that you had back then

Did you try to change your life
Did you ever try to change your life
You repeat and repeat and repeat
Now what's up with that

Now she loves somebody else
In flash clothes
She was the girl with the acid stare
And now she paid to have
One of those

And she weighs the word she says
And she knows
You exist
Now she feels I'm the scar from the wound that time cant heal

Oh spread your wings
Before they fall apart
Home is where the hurt is darlin
Follow your heart

Spread your wings
Before they fall apart
Home is where the hurt is darlin
Follow your heart

Heart, heart, heart
 

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Spread Your Wings

‘Spread Your Wings', a lyrical sister to the opening ‘Ghosts', finds Robbie in nostalgic mood once more, returning, in spirit, to his native Stoke-on-Trent and a girlfriend of old. Celebrating the 1980s, it name checks the long-forgotten Oran Juice Jones and Jocelyn Brown, and suggests that we shouldn't "let the dreams out of your head". His motivation for this one? "I want to write songs that will still break peoples' hearts in 20 years time," he says. "And I hope, and reckon, this one will do just that."

 

Advertising Space 4:37 Lyrics

Advertising Space

There's no earthly way of knowing
What was in your heart
When it stopped going
The whole world shook
A storm was blowing through you

Waiting for God to stop this
And up to your neck in darkness
Everyone around you was corrupted
Saying somethin'

There's no dignity in death
To sell the world your last breath
They're still fighting over
Everything you left over

I saw you standing at the gates
When Marlon Brando passed away
You had that look upon your face
Advertising space

And
No one learned from your mistakes
We let our profit s go to waste
All that's left in any case
Is Advertising space

Through your eyes
The world was burning
Please be gentle
I'm still learning
You seemed to say
As you kept turning up

They poisoned you with compromise
At what point did you realise
Everybody loves your lies
But you ahahh

Special agent for the man
Through Watergate and Vietnam
No one really gave a damn
Did you think the CIA did

I saw you standing at the gates
When Marlon Brando passed away
You had that look upon your face
Advertising space

And
No one learned from your mistake
We let our profits go to waste
All that's left in any case
Is Advertising space ooooohh

I saw you standing at the gates
When Marlon Brando passed away
You had that look upon your face
Advertising space

No one learned from your mistakes
We let our profits go to waste
All that's left in any case
Is Advertising space

I've seen your daughter
Man she's cute
I was scared but I wanted to
Boy she looks a lot like you

 

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Advertising Space

Perhaps the most conclusive confirmation that the pairing of Robbie Williams and Stephen Duffy was a wise one, ‘Advertising Space' possesses wraparound majesty, and is almost profoundly cinematic. "This is my True Romance' song," he says, "the one where, like Christian Slater in the film, I like to believe I have direct access to Elvis Presley every now and then." Elegiac and mournful, it describes a superstar's tragic fall from grace. Robbie jokingly describes it as his own ‘Candle In The Wind'. It's not, of course. It's less cheesy by a full Edam, for starters.

 

Please Don't Die 4:47 Lyrics

Please Don't Die

Let me lie down
Please don't wake me
Nothing's sacred
And no-one save me

In my black eye
I can feel it
Moving
Closer
Can't you hear it

Only gift you gave to me
Self-fulfilling prophecy
Here to change the sounds that shaped my life

And if you die before I leave
What on earth becomes of me
Look around there's no-one here
To love me and hold me

Take me
Dancing
I love music
Keep on
Singing
We won't lose it

Bet ya
Leaving
Missing no-one
If your hearts run free
Why can't we go on

Go on to till they kick us out
We've everything to talk about
I could bring a song into your life

If you should die before I leave
What on earth becomes of me
Look around there's no-one here
To love me and hold me

Maybe I been away too long
And no wonder they are always right but is there wrong
They say there is nothing I can do
But to talk to strangers and wait for you

If you should die before I leave
What on earth becomes of me
Look around there's no-one here
To love me and hold me

And if you die before I leave
What on earth becomes of me
Look around there's no-one here
To love me and hold me
Oooh ooh ooh!

 

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Please Don't Die

"I would never presume to know how it feels to lose a loved one," Robbie says, but ‘Please Don't Die', by far the most poignant moment on the album, concerns a family member who died of cancer last year. An intimately personal lyric about love, memory and honour, this features the flipside of Robbie Williams, one a mil

lion miles away from the persona who sang ‘Rock DJ'. "Look around, there's no one here to love me, hold me," he sings in a very quiet and very tender voice.

 

Your Gay Friend 3:21 Lyrics

Your Gay Friend

Woohoo!

Hey hey here comes no-one
Another friend to have a go on
And she asks me do I miss her when she's gone
And I reply as much as I miss anyone

Oh! woohoo
And I'll be your gay friend
Cus your marriage never ends
Till we fuck and fight again
There's a space between us
So jump into my bed
Pretend the world is dead
Always in my head is a space between us

Hey Lord forgive us if we're wrong
Make sure that he never hears this song
And she says that I'm the opposite of a Hallmark card
She asked me how I'm feeling
When I don't want to think that hard

Oh! woohoo!
And I'll be your gay friend
Cus your marriage never ends
Till we fuck and fight again
Theres a space between us
Jump into my bed
Pretend the world is dead
Always in my head is a space between us

It's the late show now
When does the late show end
When God is in the details
Forget to show my friend
I have a friend again
You my friend again
My gay friend

Oh! woohoo! erhh
So jump into my bed
Pretend the world is dead
Always in my head is a space between us
And I'll be your gay friend
As your marriage never ends
Till we fuck and fight again
Theres a space between us
Oh! woohoo!

 

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Your Gay Friend

Starting with a jubilant "whoo hoo", ‘Your Gay Friend' is Intensive Care's most frivolous moment, and also its most mischievous. "I'll be your gay friend/Cos your marriage never ends/so we fuck and fight again," he sings. Its author declines to say who the song's subject is about - "the less said about that the better". Its Lucozade spritz is as infectious as its lyrical content is potentially contentious.

 

Sin Sin Sin 4:09 Lyrics

Sin Sin Sin

Don't let your eyes tell the brain
You should feel ashamed
Everyone needs it baby
And I feel the same
Didn't quite catch your name
Hush, hush, hush
Don't say a thing
Let's see what the night will bring
It might be everything

Oh it hurts
When you're too blind to see
Please don't read my mind
I tell the truth to me

Sin sin sin
Look where we've been
And where we are tonight
Hate the sin not the sinner
I'm just after a glimmer
Of love and light
Deep inside

Hush hush hush
To speak is a sin
And neither of us
Need rescuing
Just relax
It's what Jesus would do
We're made in his image baby
Let's ride this thing through

Oh it hurts
When you're to blind to see
What about us
Well it was just for me

Sin sin sin
Look where we've been
And where we are tonight
Hate the sin not the sinner
I'm just after a glimmer
Of love and light
Deep inside

I won't sing of amore
It don't sound sincere
Love is a cliche
But it fits not here
I'll disappear

Sin sin sin
Look where we've been
And where we are tonight
Hate the sin not the sinner
I'm just after a glimmer
Of love and light
Deep inside
Deep inside

It's love
Clean sex joy
I love you
You love my
Hate how it it feels inside
Feels inside
Feels inside

 

 

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Sin Sin Sin

One of the first efforts Robbie wrote with his new songwriting partner Stephen Duffy, ‘Sin Sin Sin', with its metronomic beat, is an engagingly hypnotic song about a dirty old man who craves a shag. "Basically," Robbie grins, "it's about the kind of bloke I will turn into myself one day." Despite its sly content, this features his most mannered vocal to date, reminiscent of Pet Shop Boys' Neil Tennant, but with even finer annunciation. His mother would be proud; Stephen Duffy already is. "As soon as we'd completed this track," Duffy says, "I thought we might just have a future together."

 

 

Random Acts of Kindness 4:12 Lyrics

Random Acts of Kindess

For those about to die
We salute you
For those of about to cry
We love you
For those of us who live in fear
Of Happy Christmas and New Year
I raise a toast to you

And if it hurts
To be so blind
Why dont you try
Being kind

They decided to become
A little more romantic
Creep up on you
While you sleep
I'll make you less attractive

Born without a spine
Why dont you try
Being kind

For those attempting their mother's way
You'll find a way to soldier on
For those whose love evaporates
I pray you find where you belong
All the words I have repressed
Are coming out today
I guess
It is justice not respect and avarice

And that just leaves comtempt
For you all
Oh oh oh
Yeah yeah
Yeah

I am just a simple man
With simple expectations
Deep regrets
They're seldom met
God speed my generation

And with it on my mind
I should try being kind

For those about to die
We salute you
For those of about to cry
We love you
For those about to die
We salute you
For those of about to cry
We love you

 

 

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Random Acts of Kindness

‘Random Acts' is a song about magic. In the two years Robbie worked on ‘Intensive Care', he also found the time to develop an interest in magic and the occult, studying the published works of occultist Aleister Crowley and dabbling in spells of his own. He likes to describe this particular song as "mystical and magical", one made for the inner Gandalf in us all. "I am just a simple man with simple expectations," he sings, perhaps somewhat disingenuously.

 

 

The Trouble With Me 4:00 Lyrics

The Trouble With Me

You see the trouble with me
I'm a basket case
I don't think I can love, love, love

You see the trouble with you
Is you're in love with me
What a strange thing to do
What a brave place to be

So we dive
On Sunset Strip
Our hearts so deep
I drown in it
And as it breaks
I swim through cracks
And leave with words
I can't take back

You see the trouble with me
Monkey see monkey do
There's no u in tomorrow
A better offer came through
You see the trouble with you
There's no trouble with you
So when you say that you love me
That stops me loving you

So she stays
On Sunset Strip
Our hearts so full
I drown in it
She's waiting for
My words to break
The one true love
I couldn't make

So she walks
That golden mile
Men will try
And catch her eye
We both know
What could have been
On Sunset Strip
Our broken dream

 

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The Trouble With Me

It is, by now, common knowledge that few people write self-lacerating songs with the unflinching eloquence of Robbie Williams, and ‘The Trouble With Me' is one of his very best. The Trouble With Me Written by a man of maturity now desperate to find the woman of his dreams, he begins it thus: "You see the trouble with me/I've got a head full of fuck/I'm a basket case/I don't think I can love." Stephen Duffy, the album's producer, points to these lyrics - which, like all of Robbie's lyrics, come straight off the top of his head with the minimum of architecture - as confirmation of his genius wordplay.

A Place to Crash 4:34 Lyrics

A Place to Crash

I'm on a mission
To abuse my position
Abuse it with you

Love, I'm a cynical bitch
I'm gonna scratch that itch
With a bitch like you

Harder thinkers make me miserable
Everything is unforgivable
If not for you
I wouldn't come at all

Find a place to crash
(Boom boom, boom boom labida)
Move your phoney ass
(Boom boom, boom boom labida)

Love me like I'm cash
(Boom boom, boom boom labida)
You can feel the clash
(Boom boom, boom boom labida)

[Guitar]

If there's a freak in here
Looking for someone like me
I fit their description
Perfectly

Boom boom boom
I bet they'll desert you
They would if they met you
Met you with me

Every move you make is poetry
They all fake what you do naturally
If not for you
I wouldn't come at all

Find a place to crash
(Boom boom, boom boom labida)
Move your phoney ass
(Boom boom, boom boom labida)

Love me like I'm cash
(Boom boom, boom boom labida)
You can see the clash
(Boom boom, boom boom labida)

Kiss me with your mouth
Teach me with your brain
All right

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Things that I say
When I say nothing at all
It leaves a taste in my stomach
And it's no taste at all

I can sing, I can't dance
But it don't stop me at all
Its a ball and I'll call , if I call you at all

Love is the reason but it wont pay my rent
Only baloney fill your dish in the dent
I won't be happy 'till the money's been spent
I forget to forget, oh forget, oh forget

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

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A Place to Crash

‘A Place To Crash', Robbie says with no little pride, is the only Rolling Stones riff Keith Richards has yet to write, and so Stephen Duffy wrote it instead. Cocksure, robust and possessed of a swagger that suggests it was born in leather trousers, this brash anthem is undoubtedly a future live favourite, its "AH YEAHs!" tailor-made for a full stadium singalong.

King of Bloke and Bird 6:10 Lyrics

King of Bloke and Bird

Speak so loud
I can't hear what you say
Except for the occassional word
So fate's a sentimental side
It bothers me
No longer king of bloke and bird

All of my life
Searching hard
Down in the wilds
Of love

Summon me now
Summon my life away
Summon me onto another day
A hand through the clouds
Keeps knocking me down
It's no less than I deserve
They built museums
I don't visit them
I've made enough trouble of my own

Into the night
Searching hard
Look for the light
Of love

Summon me now
Summon my life away
Summon me on to another day
Summon the evening winter waves of falling down again
I sing from the chaos in my heart
My heart

Then comes the evening
That makes life worth living
Shoving the shoes out in the light
She walks in
I can hear her

 

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King of Bloke and Bird

The final song on ‘Intensive Care' is also the most maudlin, a profoundly affecting acoustic paean to the futility of searching for love, Robbie casting himself here as disaffected and dejected. Its poignancy is, at times, unbearable, its lip tremors genuinely affecting. At the time of writing, Robbie reckons he won't be playing this song live as it is simply "too painful". But catch him on another day, and he is much more positive about it. "This is me trying to imitate Neil Young but sounding, instead, like Kermit the Frog," he says. Miss Piggy should be so lucky...

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'Lock up your daughters-Robbie Williams is back with another hit-charged album. Covering all bases from heartache to hedonism, Intensive Care could be the cheeky king of pop's best album yet.'
Sunday Express, October 2005

'Williams and co-writer Stephen Duffy have crafted a beautifully-turned pop/rock album with a personality of its own. It sounds like a smart move.'
Sunday Express, October 2005

'With 21 Top 10 singles and 6 number one albums under his belt, Robbie decided to throw the rulebook out of the window on his new album. as well as the reggae-style first single Tripping, there's also Make Me Pure, which doesn't have a chorus - just seven verses. The album's still a corker, though, with lots of varied influences.'
Closer, October 2005