(Difford/Tilbrook)
What have I done
What did I say
Am I the one
You can not face
When I need love
I look to you
But when I search I can not trace
A beat of your heart, a shadow or shape
Could it be me that learns to mistake temptation
Temptation for love
Why don€™t we try
To talk it through
And we may find
Some common ground
I realize
That once again
I search for what can not be found
A beat of your heart, a shadow or shape
Could it be me that learns to mistake temptation
Temptation for love
Is there a bond that we haven€™t found
Now that you€™re gone I lie awake
Now I€™ve mistaken
Words fail me now
I fear the worst
I let you down
And can not face
What I have done
To you this time
I called on you but couldn€™t trace
A beat of your heart, a shadow or shape
Could it be me that learns to mistake temptation
Temptation for love
(Difford/Tilbrook)
My dad he drives a tipper
For the factory down the lane
And every June or July
He takes two weeks in Spain
He hangs his dirty trousers
Behind the bathroom door
Where his girlfriend puts her hair up
Bath water on the floor
My dad goes down the river
Each Sunday with his boat
And him with Roy and Kevin
Drop beer crates on a rope
He comes back from the river
But his girlfriend's up the pub
So all this fish go flying
And he storms out in a huff
My dad liked Lulu and my mum liked Simon Dee
We used to sit together and watch them on TV
Then one day it's over and we're splitting into three
Sometimes I stay with my mum
Her boyfriend's such a sap
He once bought me a new rod
That I gave to my dad
He makes out that he likes me
I know it isn't true
He's got some stupid stories
About the teds he knew
My dad and me went drinking
My mum turned up alone
She said she couldn't take it
His car bits in the home
I heard them arrange a meeting
For later in the day
I wonder if they'll make up
And be in love again
I can see my mum in his arms
A smile upon her face
I never thought they'd ever make up
And be in love again
(Difford/Tilbrook)
Today is none of our concern
That rewarding cigarette
That burns slowly by the bed
Fills the room with mystery
The apple ripens on the tree
That protected seal of love
Broken by the flame of fun
Lying back with Exodus
In the arms of lovers trust
That romantic dance of light
From the curtain broken night
Shadows fall on mystery
Love has ripened here for me
Stubbing out the cigarette
I see the clothes beside the bed
As the half light of the day
Pulls the sheet up once again As the phone hangs by the cord
As the streets begin to fill
There's no distance anymore
There's no wanting when you will
Will be sleeping through the day
As the world around us turns
As the phone hangs by the cord
Today is none of our concern
(Difford/Tilbrook)
I've come across the desert
To greet you with a smile
My camel looks so tired
It's hardly worth my while
To tell you of my travels
Across the golden East
I see your preparations
Invite me first to feast
Take me I'm yours
Because dreams are made of this
Forever there'll be
A heaven in your kiss
Amusing belly dancers
Distract me from my wine
Across Tibetian mountains
Are memories of mine
I've stood some ghostly moments
With natives in the hills
Recorded here on paper
My chills and thrills and spills It's really been some welcome
You never seem to change
A grape to tempt your leisure
Romantic gestures strange
My eagle flies tomorrow
It's a game I treasure dear
To seek the helpless future
My love at last I'm here
(Difford/Tilbrook)
Acid casualties and angry young men
The litmus test of a guitar and pen
Revolve around date sheets lost lonely rooms
And this is my home and I will leave soon
For a house with a tower
Where there's visiting hours
And the day leaves its taste on a spoon
The black eye of the camera bruised by my blush
Leaves another chin and another hair cut
The image in focus the shot aims to kill
And I'm cropped at the waist as I run through the mill
So I'm lost for an encore
The kodachrome wants more
Now I'm snapped with my head in the still
The contract's been signed with a stroke of my blood
I'm drowned by the name that sinks in the mud
Thrown from emotion to swim back to the shore
Where the sound of a drum beats time to applause
Now my life's in danger
Of ending up stranger
Than the stranger who walked on the shore
Stranger than the stranger
Who walks by my bed
Shares in my life
Lives although dead
Stranger than the stranger I am sure
Stranger than the stranger on the shore
(Difford/Tilbrook)
I've come across the desert
To greet you with a smile
My camel looks so tired
It's hardly worth my while
To tell you of my travels
Across the golden East
I see your preparations
Invite me first to feast
Take me I'm yours
Because dreams are made of this
Forever there'll be
A heaven in your...
The Indians send signals
From the rocks above the pass
The cowboys take positions
In the bushes and the grass
The squaw is with the Corporal
She is tied against the tree
She doesn't mind the language
It's the beating she don't need
She lets loose all the horses
When the Corporal is asleep
And he wakes to find the fire's dead
And arrows in his hats
And Davy Crockett rides around
And says it's cool for cats
(Cool for cats...)
I never thought it would happen
With me and the girl from Clapham
Out on a windy common
That night I ain't forgotten
When she dealt out the rations
With some or other passions
I said you are a lady
Perhaps she said I may be
Left my ring by the soap
Now is that love?
You cleaned me out you could say broke
Now is that love?
The better better better it gets
The more these girls forget
That that is love
But behind the Chalet
My holiday's complete
And I feel like William Tell
Maid Marian on her tiptoed feet
Pulling mussels from a shell (Instrumental break: ";Separate Beds";)
The case was pulled from under the bed
She made a call to a sympathetic friend
And made arrangements
The door was closed there was a note
I couldn't be bothered
Maybe I'll choke
No more engagements
With where have you beens
And faraway frowns
Trying to be good
By not being 'round
And here in the bar
The piano man's found
Another nail for my heart
If you ever change your mind
Which you do from time to time
Never chew a pickle
With a little slap and tickle
You have to throw the stone
To get the pool to ripple
Sunlight on the lino
Woke me with a shake
I looked around to find her but she'd gone
Goodbye Girl
(Difford/Tilbrook)
I lost the children
But they can be found
Home in a red house just across town
Sitting in boxes
Of opened up toys
Watching The Simpsons
And making some noise
I lost the children
But they're in great hands
When I cook the dinners
Right out of tin cans
I lost the children
And I have to pay
Some heavy duty on life everyday
Cupboards need filling
With deadlines to meet
Here in my cheque book
My fountain pen weeps
I should be thankful
And thankful am I
I went to the cleaners
And came back with my life
For a moment it all looked so grim
It looked like I would not get a thing
For a moment it all looked so sad
But now it€™s so good to be a dad
I lost the children
They haven't lost me
We're still together and happy to be
Out in the summer
On beaches in parks
Home in the winter and up with the larks
I should be thankful
And thankful am I
I went to the cleaners
And came back with my life
From pushchairs to games of football
My back was against every wall
For a moment it all looked so sad
But now it's so good to be a dad
For a moment it all looked so grim
It looked like I would not get a thing
For a moment it all looked so sad
But now it€™s so good to be a dad
I lost the children
They haven't lost me
(Difford/Tilbrook)
I lied to you, I've cheated too
So what friend can I be
But still you stick through thick and thin
Hoping that you'll change me
I towed the line then fell behind
Our love began to wane
The pressure grew and then I knew
That things were not the same
The truth
It's the toughest thing to explain
The truth
Playing tricks with me again
When the truth has to be told
My blood runs hot and cold
The truth is not my middle name You threw a rope attached with hope
Way down into the sea
Where lovers swim so deep within
The tides of mystery
For what it's worth I don't deserve
A girl as strong as you
You're worth much more than me I'm sure
Accept this as the truth
(Difford/Tilbrook)
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When the world has gone to sleep
I'm still up among the sheep
With my feet out of the bed
I'm my one and only friend
In my room of many nights
Many boys and many lights
I've been turned on and off
So my heart's a little soft
It's led to this here tonight
Now there's just me here with I
When the place is in a mess
And you've tried to do your best
When the boys have come around
To pick up and then put down
All your tries are being judged
By the one you never loved
When the moment finally strikes
He gets dressed and says good night
And you're puzzled by the mood
Because the piece that's missing's glued
No I'm not sleeping around
My bed's turned up, turned down
But when he decides to stay
I'll sleep through all the love we make
When love goes to sleep....
When the world has gone to bed
I'm my one and only friend
Just a cup with lipstick on
Is all I'm left with now he's gone
Now I can't get off to sleep
I'm among the lonely sheets
All my plans again destroyed
This doll doesn't like to toy
Must be something that I've said
That leaves me this empty bed
No I'm not sleeping around, my bed's turned up, turned down
But when he decides to say I'll sleep through all the love we make
When love goes to sleep....
(Difford/Tilbrook)
We talk about each other
On our wrap around couch,
And live out all the romance
In our little town house.
I never fit the shower
And she never sews the threads,
And so we find our feelings
In other people's beds.
And if the grass seems greener,
But it turns out to be blue
The garden of Eden isn't quite the place for you.
Don't be surprised if I'm gone under the spell,
Of some other witches' wand
Ringing someone else's bell. Meeting on the motorway
Your lover boy blue,
Steaming up the windows
With your last breath of youth.
Don't you think I see it
Your handbag's full of notes,
I'm feeling like the punch line
In someone's private joke.
Our eyes don't seem to contact
Never much to say,
Except perhaps excuse me
Or pass me the ashtray.
I see him waiting for you
As you go off to work,
I'm left to draw conclusions
While I button up my shirt.
(Difford/Tilbrook)
You find a hair on my jacket
And you know it's not mine
You look at my pillow
But you're wasting your time
Because I'm out of touch with you
Your smile no longer sings
I'm so out of touch with you
Now your phone forever rings
You see a code in my book
And it doesn't ring a bell
And this girl I am seeing
Says she really couldn't tell
Because I'm out of touch with you
I have seen another heart
I was so in love with you
Love and thanks I can I can't
I won't comb my hair for you anymore
I won't be in early
I won't be in late
I won't be in at all so don't sit in and wait You hear a howl in the dark
And you hope that it is me
But there's no chance
Now there's no one else to see
Because I'm out of touch with you
Your trap will never be sprung
I'm so out of touch with you
So the final verse is sung
(Difford/Tilbrook)
I think to myself when we kiss
Your husband is watching
From his portrait his eyes are looking down
On the slipper and stocking
Back against the bookcase
Down upon the floor
Empty the decanter
Slur again for more.
His house, Her home, our future in a lover's world
Her son, Her heart, her love for me, tomorrow's world
I laugh at myself when your son
Is watching cartoons
In the morning he's looking up at me
When we're in the bathroom
Sees me kissing mother
Doesn't blink an eye
Asks a lot of questions
Answers hard to find. I talk to myself when I'm drunk
And she is still sober
Words are so few and far between
My arms reach to hold her
Hungry for the love
I rescued from the grave
The past is just a portrait
The future's ours to frame
(Difford/Tilbrook)
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You get your trunks
Out of the drawer
You see yourself
As once before
Strong in reason
Strong in reason
The empty box
Lies on the chair
Another steroid
Grease your hair and you're
Strong in reason
Strong in reason
The sun-ray lamp
Is put away
There is no need
To be afraid
Strong in reason
Strong in reason
So fix yourself
Into a shape
Your audience
Is half awake and you're
Strong in reason
Strong in reason
The time has come
To flex your back
Another day
For you, meat-rack
Strong in reason
Strong in maker
Strong in arm
Strong with almost perfect charm
Strong intention
Strong in strength
Strong in almost every sense
Strong in reason
Strong in reason
Strong in reason
Strong in reason
And on the stage
The lights are green
It's one step forward
Now you've been seen
Strong in reason
Strong in reason
The right arm up
The left arm down
Open mouth
The vacant crowd
Strong in reason
Strong in reason
The chest of wax
Flips like a coin
Into the rhythm
Into the join
Strong in reason
Strong in reason
The ladies in
The comfortable seats
They look at you with
Eyes so deep 'cause they're
Strong in reason
Strong in reason
Well take a bow
Because you'll get the sack
I'm pleased to slag you off
Meat-rack
Strong in reason
Strong in reason
Strong in maker
Strong in arm
Strong with almost perfect charm
Strong intention
Strong in strength
Strong in almost every sense
Strong in reason
Strong in reason
Strong in reason
Strong in reason
(Difford/Tilbrook)
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I can't remember what happened last night
Was there trouble or was there a fight
I was out with what was her name
What I did will I ever do again
And if I did it then what did I do
Would you let that happen to you
I'll give this morning back to my bed
I can't remember I might be dead
Cupids arrow sliding through the sky
See you tomorrow come around tonight
I can't remember what your kiss is like
I can't remember if you're black or white
I wish I could, I wish I would remember what
I can't remember what happened at all
I found my suit all over the hall
My telephones looking upside down
Was there paint all over the town
Is it sunny and is it July
Does it matter and if so then why
I'll give this morning back to my cot
I can't remember if I've been shot
I can't remember which body is mine
Is it the left or is it the right
Maybe I had an excess of drink
What's this mess I find in the sink
Ashtrays emptied all over my shoes
Everytime I this booze
Can't find time for words on the phone
I'll leave today to play on its own
(Difford/Tilbrook)
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I like schoolgirls and lollipops
White socks and lemon drops
Stack heels and knotted ties
Tight jeans and painted eyes
Girls dressed in hockey gear
School days are always here
Yeah, I'm out of control
I'm out of control
And I don't mind saying
It's gonna be a good one tonight
I'm out of control
And I don't mind waiting
For what you call a bit of alright
I'm out of control
I like big girls and Spiderman
Deep water and Paris tan
Short skirts and lace-up flies
Long grass and starry nights
All girls in navy blue
Here's what we think of you
Yeah, we're out of control
We're out of control
And I don't mind saying
It's gonna be a good one tonight
I'm out of control
And I don't mind waiting
For what you call a bit of alright
I'm out of control
I like blonde hair and sailor's tops
Fish tights and prison crops
Long tongues and docker's grips
Pony tails and sinking ships
Swim suits and judo gear
Look out the boys are here
Singing we're out of control
We're out of control
And I don't mind saying
It's gonna be a good one tonight
I'm out of control
And I don't mind waiting
For what you call a bit of alright
I'm out of control
(Difford/Tilbrook)
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You're like a spot on a neck
You're like a bounce in a cheque
You're like a rip in a parachute
You're like a scratch on a face
You're like a suicide case
Like a hippy playing the spoons - you're a jerk boy
You're like a skid in the pants
You're like an actor at Cannes
You're like a car with a broken hose
You're like a coffee that's cold
You're like a joke that's been told
You're like a model with a broken nose - you're a jerk boy
Rool Britannia
Britannia rules the waves
You're like a girl with pink eyes
You're like a loser that tries
You're like a dose from a day on the broads
You're like a one armed miner
You're like a mirror designer
You're like a day in the life of a lord - you're a jerk boy
Rool Britannia
Britannia rules the waves
You're like a spot on a neck
You're like a bounce in a cheque
You're like a skid in the pants
You're like an actor at Cannes
You're like a girl with pink eyes
You're like a loser that tries
You're like a scratch on a face
You're like a suicide case
You're like a coffee that's cold
Just like a joke that's been told
You're a jerk boy
Rool Britannia
Britannia rules the waves
(Difford/Tilbrook)
Brain engages mouth
Mouth expresses thoughts
Of how we shared those fun fair rides
Beneath the darkness of the night
Time can crowd the head
Like a sardine can
The summer that began to blur
Has put us on the calendar
This summer there won¡¯t be a cloud in the sky
I¡¯m so made up I feel I could take off and fly
This summer we¡¯ve pulled all the sheets off the bed
I¡¯m so happy I can¡¯t get you out of my head
This summer I am so in love with you Mornings pass us by
As curtains hide the sun
Nights we spent out of control
Like two flags wrapped around a pole
I see the helter skelter lights
And hear the music in the breeze
And when we¡¯re skimming stones tonight
It feels so good that you¡¯re with me
This summer there won¡¯t be a cloud in the sky
I¡¯m so made up I feel I could take off and fly
This summer we¡¯ve pulled all the sheets off the bed
I¡¯m so happy I can¡¯t get you out of my head
There¡¯s no reason to ever feel lonely again
This summer I am so in love with you
(Difford/Tilbrook)
She's independent
She's a modern woman
She needs no prompting
On her should 'n' shouldn't
It's always bosses
Who wish that she wouldn't
Files in the cabinet so neatly numerical
Makes all the clients so neatly alphabetical
Turn of 21
She's looking at the map
Looking at her watch
Bags on the rack
It seems like she's there at the top There for her service
Comfy red Granada
Up to the midlands
With a taped Sinatra
Plans all the hotels
And the airplane charters
Found under covers with some representative
The deal is effected but still only tentative
Shorthands a letter
Heading on the paper
Slimline her lunchbreak
Will it ever make her
Slender and modern
So all the men will take her
Back to the mirror in the Empress Hotel
Where the businessman smiles and the object is sell
(Difford/Tilbrook)
I had the rug pulled from under my feet
But I didn¡¯t feel a thing
I can¡¯t believe the luck I seem to have
And the joy that good luck brings
When I die I¡¯ll return as a housefly
And land upon her wall
So I can see who she¡¯ll end up with
If it¡¯s anyone at all
Did I say that
How could anyone be so wicked and cruel
I sat and listened to the radio
A landscape of moving noise
She was busy looking through the curtains
Her nose in a distant void
Then I thought I would come back as a spider
Because she hates them so much
They get sprayed down the bathroom plughole
Can I expect the same touch
Maybe not then
Because beneath it all we¡¯re wicked and cruel
Shut up, listen to the radio I can¡¯t help feeling I¡¯ve been stepped on
She likes to kick like a mule
Did I say that
How could anyone be so wicked and cruel
If I come back as her would I love me
How could anyone be so wicked and cruel
She likes to think I¡¯m a fool
Two fools in love
How could anyone be so wicked and cruel
Breaking up is breaking my heart
Is showing me the door and if I get it open
I'll discover that there's much more to life than this
As I hit the wall with the full force of my fist
I concede this time to defeat
I keep crying in my sleep
Dear boy, poor boy
I keep crying in my sleep
Breaking up is making me see
Inside myself again and if I can keep looking
Inside then I might change the things that I fear
It keeps my heart awake and stops the tears
My nights are incomplete
I keep crying in my sleep
The sound of her voice, the sound of her words
I hear every breath, each whisper is heard
But it's so hard now, now, she is gone
Everything I did I did wrong, I keep crying in my sleep
And if I turn full circle, perhaps I'll see
That the road ahead is clear
When the world that's on my shoulder disappears
They had just made love, silent on the bed
This was their celebration
She had her eyes closed, nothing was said
They had fulfilled temptation
He looked through the curtains, he looked at the phone
He couldn't be certain if this was his home
Satisfied that this was it, a rhythmic breath and a gentle grip
Satisfied and they were sure, they couldn't fulfill each other more
They stroked each other, he played with her hair
Deep in a warm sedation
The legs of his jeans hung over the chair
Love was their meditation
She looked at his shoulders, she looked at his eyes
The look there told her he was satisfied
They laid there, apart in another world
Deep in a warm sedation
As love turned to sleep, their bodies curled
Into sweet inspiration
They looked at each other, they looked at the night
(Difford/Tilbrook)
I had finally beat my nerve
To watch her on the stage
Removing all her clothes
Revealing only age
Some men stared with a stun
Some sat in married guilt
That night I chewed a brick
For ideals I had built
And there we were in each other's arms
The very 1st dance that seemed to last
For ever¡
Our heads they almost touched
Our feet beneath us moved
Professional her dance
And me the horses hoof
The lights the beat the vision
I'd conjured in my head
Had magically appeared
And disappeared again The music stopped we parted
But only for a bar
Off to the Bahamas
Back into her arms
The excitement of a kiss
Quenched my lovers thirst
We walked into the cold night
A night to remember
(Difford/Tilbrook)
Slaughtered gutted and heartbroken
With no spirit or no soul
My emotions have been stolen
Love has left me with this hole
Now my heart's a deep dark cavern
Emptiness is all I feel
I'm the pig she tried to fatten
And now all I do is squeal
But things could be worse
Things could be very bad for me
O' my dear I find myself
A stitch short of a tapestry Patience on the verge of breaking
I'm kicking cans around the street
Like a bad cold I need shaking
Like a fool I want to cheat
But to me she was an angel
And I went and let her down
The attraction was so fatal
That she kicked me off her cloud
The light was on there in her window
I saw her shadow moving around
I tried to stand on tip toes
Hoping that she might look down
I wanted so bad to call her
But I had to walk away
Slaughtered, gutted and heartbroken
Another diamond down the drain
I've been totally re-strung
I'm in tune and I'm in love
I'm a piano that's made out of fruit
I'm the frog she chose to keep
Perhaps not a handsome prince
There is nothing I feel I've got to prove
CHORUS
If I fall in love again it could be the last time
If I fall in love again will I repeat
The mistakes that I made
And then make them again like a creep
This could be the last time
This could be the last time for me
If it's happiness you crave
Won't you look at me today
I'm smiling like the cat with all the cream
There's a swagger in my walk
A grade "A" in my report
I'm the salmon who made it back upstream
CHORUS
I'm a slightly chipped antique
In a market going cheap
That someday will be worth a thousand pounds
I've shed the walls of my coccoon
Normal service has resumed
There's no need to paint a face on this clown
CHORUS
(Difford/Tilbrook)
The head of a hunt on the wall by a painting
An upright piano stood locked by the door
In through the window
The light was fast fading
While I spilt my whiskey
All over the floor
Making a mess of my words so
I was trying
To impress the Empress with
My wimpy tales
Fanning her face from cigar smoke
And sighing
I had come close to be miles
From her trail
She was the jewel that
Sparkled in darkness
She was the love
Of everyone's life
She was the catch at
Everyone's parties
She was the one with a tongue
Like a knife
Her bosoms curved perfectly
Lit by the fire
My mind launched away
In a sea of its own
Her grace and her tightness
I had to admire
Through a whore's breath of stories
I happily told Trespassing my hand
Fell into hot water
She shot like a bullet
Right out of her chair
She led me away and I
Was then slaughtered
By the warmth of her body
And her love and care
Her tongue cut away
And the wounds slowly opened
I lay on the sails of the
Ship of romance
Drunk as I could be and
Broker than broken and
The head of my hunt
Was there in my hands
(Difford/Tilbrook)
In Peyton Place my heart now beats
And floor boards creak where an angel sleeps
Her hair hung across her face
Like a bush hangs across a wall
She was short with a tidy smile
I could hear temptation call
From a fly in her ointment
To the big feather in her cap
It's a small world we discover
I had once worked for her dad
I was in gear making up stories
And we laughed at each other's tales
I watched her lips I wanted to kiss them
My train of thought went off the rails
In Peyton Place my heart now beats
And floor boards creak where an angel sleeps
In Peyton Place
I lie awake and hear the sound
That the angels make
In Peyton Place The party was now ending
So she gave me a lift back home
Somehow I felt so nervous
She drove so slowly on the road
Next thing I knew she was in my arms
Her hair was all over my face
I brushed it aside she invited me in
Now my heart beats in Peyton Place
Her hair hung across her face like
A bush hangs across a wall
(Difford/Tilbrook)
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Supermarket lights burn in the darkness
The chilly winter nights bring the scarves from the drawer
A crowd starts to gather on paving stone squares
Teeth start to chatter as the staff leave the store
And daughters meet mothers and fathers meet sons
It's too dark to walk home without anyone
The shopping precinct's closed, it's like a graveyard
The chain falls through the spokes as I unlock my bike
I cycle to the pub where I meet with my friends
And I know that it's love as she pours me my pint
And strangers meet strangers and friends share their lives
I look at her again and feel butterflies
I pull the pillow to my side
And I imagine it is her
As I slip into the night,
I know what I prefer
But I hope and I pray that one day she will say
That's it's true
I can't live without loving you
Now there's no one around I push the bike home
The rain's a lovely sound as it runs down the path
There's our lights in the road, they amber the night
And there's nobody home, so I soak in the bath
And bubbles meet bubbles as they become one
I think about the world and what I have done
I pull the pillow to my side etc
Supermarket lights burn in the darkness (repeat to fade)
(Difford/Tilbrook)
He raped her with his eyes the minute she walked into the office as she stretched to hang her coat behind the door he beamed a smile so big she could have filled it with helium and flown off across the countryside he tried very hard to invite her out for lunch but like most women she could sense the underlying note of danger her instincts kept him at a safe distance and then he made her a coffee and the steam rose across her face
It could be you it could be me
We'll have to wait we'll have to see
Its all for sale now that its time
To take a short break
The sensation of safety and the little boy ambition to drive around
mountain roads makes a woman mad for attention she hides the car keys he turns the place upside down and then looks out the window through the french blinds to see the car off in the distance a cloud of country dust feathers the sunlight as she smiles into the windscreen what can he do but wait patiently folding a coin through his fingers
It could be you it could be me
We'll have to wait we'll have to see
It's all for sale now that it's time
To take a short break
There she is again this time with a pair of jeans being pulled slowly up over the curves of her body he plays guitar in the rocking chair these are the jeans of our forefathers these are the jeans of the 21st century because this is the new world where television and eye become one as we look down the digital telescope into the future and now its time for a short break
It could be you it could be me
We'll have to wait we'll have to see
Its all for sale now that its time
Its lighter than air
Whiter than white draft in a can
The price is right save as you go
The drive of your life its good to talk
We say hello
We say goodbye deep frozen days
It could be you it could be me
Its all for sale now that its time
To take a short break
(Difford/Tilbrook)
I know that I'm bonkers
Stupidity conquers
Forgive me I know not what I do
The cunning behaviour
Takes up every acre
Of emotional cage in the zoo
You know how it goes
The volcano blows
Eruptions hold the duvet down
The words on the lips
The sticking out ribs
As I try to push my weight around
I'm sorry please witness
This act of forgiveness
It¡¯s all I can do for her to see
That I was the sad case
A mouse in the rat race
Won¡¯t somebody pass me the cheese
The size of her breasts
Like woodpeckers nests
Would comfort me on winter nights
The brains in my pants
Create milli amps
Of pleasure with seconds of delight I'm bonkers believe me
A Federico Fellini
I'm swinging on the windmills of my mind
Where I have been ground down
I'm still walking down town
I'm leaving all this madness behind
Laid back on the couch
With me the old slouch
For an Oscar on the silent screen
There's no time to waste
As I fill my fat face
With a pizza slice and custard cream
I'm sorry I hurt you
I'm bonkers believe me
(Difford/Tilbrook)
You can¡¯t hurt the girl with ignoring her presence
She stands behind you as you do your impressions
Of Jack the Lad with your friends at the local
And when she wants you she¡¯s surprised and hopeful
You can¡¯t hurt the girl, her word¡¯s always sharper
An answer, a look can normally cast her
As evil and cunning with love there to conquer
She with her wand can wave it and wander You can¡¯t hurt the girl
Nor could I
Her heart¡¯s been broken too many times
You can¡¯t hurt the girl
You can¡¯t hurt the girl
And not cry
You can¡¯t hurt the girl, her heart has been broken
She cried for a week, the wound remains open
Her heart turned to oak, she wept like the willow
You can¡¯t hurt the girl
Without tears on her pillow
(Difford/Tilbrook)
Power station by the river
Grinding slowly to a stop
Clock still ticking on the mantle
Flames still flicker on the log
Coffee brewing in the kitchen
Where the door is open wide
Glass upon a hoovered carpet
Eyes are glowing in the night
It¡¯s the silence you can see
Hearing shadows behind me
All the buildings standing empty
All the trains are standing still
Cars are scattered by the roadside
There¡¯s no top upon the hill
Nails have scratched upon the outside
Of the empty chapel door
But I don¡¯t think that the father
Wants to live there anymore There¡¯s no bone for you to pick
No more wax around the wick
Shot the arrow from the circle
At the apple on the tree
From a garden that was Eden
Strange the fruit it bears for me
And the wind will spread the fire
And the rain will ever fall
If no one reads the writing
That¡¯s been written on the wall
Underneath the apple tree
There¡¯s a ghost who waits for me
The apple tree shakes its arms
Its fruit falls
Its fruits are tasting strange
The apple tree is shaking
(Difford/Tilbrook)
Malicious gossip will never profit
When hearsay is its foundation
There are subscribers whose appetizers
Are pieces of conversation
Concocted rumours by out of tuners
Are the must in lovers¡¯ concerto
As long as we know at the piano
We¡¯re serving meat with our potato
Love¡¯s crashing waves upon the rocks
Is seen by some, by you it¡¯s not
But you won¡¯t drown, love is your town
When love is found for all to want
Unfounded scandal I cannot handle when it¡¯s been so diluted
With careful wording love can be burning
And the fire unconstituted
So my prescription is my addiction
When love is social surrounding
To show your colours to all those others
Who think that your love is drowning
(Difford/Tilbrook)
WARNING: These lyrics are unconfirmed and may be inaccurate. They represent the best attempt at deciphering the song we have yet to see.
Business as usual at the harmony home
Up for the weekend to see my father
So I'm the one beneath the unturned stone
I begin the ritual fortnight saga
Get in the cab, bags packed with clothes
Cassette player, the jungle of hose
A pair of shoes for walking in
Out of the cab, the doorbell rings
Hungover greetings from the man in my life
A hug, a kiss, and a mug by the fire
He says I should need a woman I might like
I drop my bags and walk right by her
Get in the bath, bubbles up high
Cassette player plays in the night
She's at the door, wants to come in
I'm in the bath, I loudly sing
Business as usual at the harmony home
I can't believe it how time flies
I'm waving ";Seeya"; from the top of the road
She holds his hand as mother holds mine
Get in the way, unbreak my heart
I could surrender, or walk right past
I'm in a cab, looking at him
Out of the blue I hear a bell ring
Get in the cab, bags packed with clothes
I'm on my way to the haemony home
A pair of shoes for walking in
Out of the blue I hear a bell ring
(Difford/Tilbrook)
WARNING: These lyrics are unconfirmed and may be inaccurate. They represent the best attempt at deciphering the song we have yet to see.
The flag flaps in the wind
It looks like rain again
And the tractor drives across a field
The jetty's so high and then
In Moscow it's 3:15, in New York let's see a show
And here it's cold too cold for me
I must go (Why must you go?)
I must go (If you must you must)
Why must you say goodbye when you could say hello?
The clouds burst into storm
The deer run into the trees
And the farmer drives across the field
He looks as though he's pleased
In Moscow it's 3:15, in New York let's see a show
And here it's cold too cold for me
I must go (Why must you go?)
I must go (If you must you must)
Why must you say goodbye when you could say hello?
The path waits in my mind
The circus passes me by
And the tractor has stopped in a field
My heart commits a crime
In Moscow it's 3:15, in New York let's see a show
And here it's cold too cold for me
I must go (Why must you go?)
I must go (If you must you must)
Why must you say goodbye when you could say hello?
(Difford/Tilbrook)
I could smell the rain
Dripping through the fresh cut grass
I could spell your name
On the wet and steamed up glass
But you were just a name, a face I had conceived
As being beautiful, very beautiful
And so hard to believe
I could catch the drops
As they fell from on the roof
I could hardly stop
Feeling so long in the tooth
Before I had to guess at what you might be
And being beautiful, very beautiful
Is the face I still see Who are you?
Imagination painted you
Who are you?
With its finest brush
Who are you?
Each stroke with tender love
Who are you, who are you, who are you?
I could see her face
Magically there she was
My mouth drew a taste
So sweet it lingered on
And there she was by me, walking through the square
And being beautiful, very beautiful
At last I found her there
(Difford/Tilbrook)
There she sits in an empty room
The look on her face says it all
A bruise appears round a crying eye
As the tear drops sadly fall
He knocked her over he hit her
And told her she's stupid
He¡¯s high as a kite once again
She knows that tough love is needed
To save the love of her friend
There he sits in a freezing car
She's in her bed in the warm
The cold light of the morning sky
Finds him cramped and looking worn
He wanders inside on tiptoes
And brews up some coffee
He¡¯s shaking and sweating again
She knows that tough love is needed
To save the love of her friend
They talk it over but it's not easy
Sorting it out
She cannot take it when he tells lies
And sneaks off out of the room
Returning like somebody's lost balloon
Tea leaves sit in an empty cup
No expression on his face
The TV's showing commercials
He's back in her arms again
No more the drugs and the drinking
Her heart can stop sinking
Now that he's home once again
She knows that tough love is needed
To save the love of her friend
They talked it over for hours and hours and hours
¡®Till everything sounded the same
She knows it's tough love that she finds in her heart
To dissolve the pain
(Difford/Tilbrook)
WARNING: These lyrics are unconfirmed and may be inaccurate. They represent the best attempt at deciphering the song we have yet to see.
Like trying to knock down pins with marbles in my hand
She wouldn't take a hi from me the average man
Funny what money can do to people
But she had a light that had sparked up her evil
Trying to chat up women who rate themselves so high
Shouldn't be my subject but I felt like I should try
Funny what drink can do for soldiers
Well she must into men a little bit older
Funny how it goes -- how money steals the show
And all her diamonds twinkle as she dances and what's it got for me
Hung over in my tree?
I saw the sun shine bright in front of......
Trying to get her dancing was not an easy job
She made out like Houdini when I said do you bop
Funny what rhythm does it kills me
Like champagne women only seem to spill me
Trying to get the picture, I settled down to a drink
When up came Cinderella, so what was I to think
Funny how these shoes fit a dragon
Well she's like the sharks that you get in Manhattan
Funny how it goes -- how money steals the show
And all her diamonds twinkle as she dances and what's it got for me
Hung over in my tree?
I saw the sun shine bright in front of.....
(Difford/Tilbrook)
You took all you could
And gave all you had
Knowing that I would have to understand
As you changed the locks
And threw out my socks
There was peace at hand
You sat in my chair
Your chin on your knees
I¡¯m no longer there
And you look so pleased
I don¡¯t think that I know what to say
In my heart I love you anyway
I want you today How can I score points
And win back your trust
Where our two hearts join
There¡¯s a sign of rust
From the tears you¡¯ve cried
With the times I¡¯ve lied
To the two of us
I don¡¯t think that I know what to say
In my heart I want you anyway
I can see the road behind me as I walk
I can feel the hurt that¡¯s burning as I talk
I can see the kids
As they play outside
I can read their lips
Their eyes open wide
Trust in me my tongue is weeping
Words of love you must be needing
Trust me for the only reason
That our love will never weaken
Trust in me as someone you love
Trust in me a little closer
Trust the soul of every soldier
Trust in me each beat taps lightly
On your door so now invite me
Trust in me as someone you love
Someone that you love
Someone that you trust
Someone to love you more and more
Trust in me the words are woven
Words of love cannot be broken
Trust before a night together
The secret's ours in trust forever
(Wilkinson)
To be running so far away
To rely on the perfect stranger
True colours they suffer with age
One look at the storm and fly straight on in
To the rain and thunder
Fool lover swept under the tide
The storm was gathering around them
He cast her off and put to sea
Well, he'd found somebody new to steer him
Through his dream
She sailed him all around her coastline
Every inlet every bay
And though he knew it then
He was too afraid to say it One day all alone he waited
The silence crept beneath his door
And as the room grew dark he knew
She's come no more
Drifting in the dead of night
Show me landfall give me light
(Difford/Tilbrook)
WARNING: These lyrics are unconfirmed and may be inaccurate. They represent the best attempt at deciphering the song we have yet to see.
Within these walls of without you
I feel naked and without a friend
Love was once there all around you
Now I feel our relationship end
I can't put my finger on a reason
I have no answer to give at all
Within these walls of without you
I sit crying but the tears will not fall
Within these walls a heart broken
And memories of a holiday
The sea leaves my heart so unspoken
With the lights folding up on the waves
I don't think I'll ever have the answer
I have no answer to give at all
Within these walls of without you
I sit crying but the tears will not fall
No unhappy memories are there of you
When I close my eyes I see
An image of your love forever true
But not forever for me
I don't think I'll ever have the answer
I have no answer to give at all
Within these walls of without you
I sit crying but the tears will not fall
(Difford/Tilbrook)
I feel so empty
As the plane takes off
I see the ground below
I know that one day
It won't be long
That you will also know
Just how it feels
To leave you now, a hollow shell
A broken bow
I feel so empty high up in the air
Where heaven's meant to be
The distance gets me
When I'm on my own
Without you here with me
My world is turning
But it's upside down
Now you're so far away
While you are learning
How this world spins round
I'm in some other day
What can I do
But give my heart
From far away
A distant spark
I feel a challenge
For both you and I
That€™s how it has to be
In life there's balance
I hope time will fly
Without you here with me
What I am hoping for
As life moves on
And we reach finer years
We won't be thinking
Of the time that's gone
Or wading through our tears
We'll smile as one
And speak with pride
How life has swung
Back on our side
I feel tomorrow
Can't come by too soon
To bring you back to see
That love will follow
Like the red balloon
And you'll come home to me
I want you here with me
(Difford/Tilbrook)
There at the altar I held up my head
The sun shone through the stained glass
I thought of Jesus I thought of my friends
The angels played on their harps
Me in my suit which doesn't fit now
Touched by the greatest feeling
All of my family standing around
Outside the bells were peeling
Everyone happy but none more than me
The ring upon her finger
How the memory lingers
Outside the cameras caught every kiss
All covered in confetti
Little old ladies looking on as if
They had been made of jelly
Along came the cars the ceremony through
And off to the reception
Where everyone stands in pink and blue
A life long odd collection When wedding bells chime
I think of the day
When me and my
When me and my bride
Were given away
The memory is vivid and strong
But if I had a magic wand
Would things have been the same
Would I be nervous again?
(Difford/Tilbrook)
What's wrong with this picture
Her eyes are like moons
It€™s just like looking
In two empty rooms
She's looking so fragile
As thin as an eel
What's wrong with this picture
What does it reveal
Beauty speaks
There's so much to say
Tell me what's wrong with this picture today
What's wrong with this picture
She's lighter than air
Life seems to be happening
But she is not there
The late night temptation
The eyes on her skin
What's wrong with this picture
There's nobody in
What's wrong with this picture
Location withdrawn
It's empty without you
Your face so forlorn
Shake yourself
Sweep you head away
Tell me what's wrong with this picture today
(Difford/Tilbrook)
There's no tomorrow
When you feel sorrow,
There's just the evening
There's just the night,
To drink the feelings
Right out the ceiling
There's no tomorrow, now there's tonight.
There's no remembers
There's no pretenders,
There's just the weakness
There's just the thought,
So drink those troubles
Through several doubles
There's no tomorrow, 'cause life's too short.
There's no expression
There's no aggression,
There's just the sadness
There's just the pain
So drink to mysteries,
With one more whiskey
There's no expression, I'm drunk again.
There's no tomorrow
When you feel hollow,
There's just the barman
To lend an ear
So drink to lovers,
If there are others
There's no tomorrow, tomorrow's here.
Did you ever read the words
That said love would end
I read them tonight
Mistakes I can't defend
I didn't stop to think
And I upset her
I've said goodnight tonight
The last time forever
I think of her tonight
She keeps me from my sleep
But what can I do
With all of these memories
I used to be so shy
And hide my temper
I've said goodnight tonight
The last time forever
It all went wrong when I grew jealous
I didn't realize my strength
Could take the life of one so precious
Together we were known as good friends
Did you ever read the words
That say I love you
I read them tonight
But what good can love do
I regret what I have done
It wasn't clever
I've said goodnight tonight
The last time forever
(Difford/Tilbrook)
There¡¯s smoke in the hills
And prints on the path
The moon dangles down on the hyena¡¯s laugh
And there are riders with guns by their sides
The wagon train¡¯s full of women and hides
The men drink and smoke to help pass the time
Men have their thoughts and plans to decide
And the dust brings the thirst to the mouths open wide
The wagon train leaves the hills
As the gold hits the fever
The wagon train tips the scales
Wagon train you can keep her
There¡¯s gold in them hills
It¡¯s treasure to claim
A ghost in the hillside calls out my name
In the wind a roar as the tumbleweed tumbles
The rocks cast a shadow where the horses have stumbled
And we light up a flame as the sky above rumbles
Like the bellies that feast on a meal that is humble
And the rain slashing down as I shave off my stubble
There¡¯s arrows that fly
As guns start to shoot
There¡¯s mud in your eye and stones in your boot
With wagons on fire and women left screaming
Some left for dead and others left bleeding
There¡¯s nothing left now and nothing worth keeping
The treasure was trapped and sprung when in sleeping
Not even the wind from the rocks is left breathing
(Difford/Tilbrook)
Trust me to open my mouth, now everybody knows
Trust me, now I've let you down, I'm a big mouth I suppose.
This was our secret, our meetings were so discreet
I promised to keep it from the ears out on the street
This was our secret, we were having an affair
I couldn't keep it, now the secret¡¯s everywhere
One cup runneth over, loosening a jaw
Trust me to open my mouth, it's not a secret anymore
We had a secret, what a terrible thing to do
I couldn't have seen it, I was so in love so in love with you
I need a gobstopper to keep my trap shut
Got to keep my nose clean
Why¡¯s it me that gets the bad luck?
(Difford/Tilbrook)
WARNING: These lyrics are unconfirmed and may be inaccurate. They represent the best attempt at deciphering the song we have yet to see.
I'm always touching myself
I've got nothing else to do
And when I'm touching myself
I'm always thinking of you
Touching me, touching you
I've got nothing else to do
CHORUS
Touching, touching you
Touching, touching me
Here, there and in my hair
And when you touch me
I'm always playing around
Eyes closed, neatly occupied
And when I'm playing around
I think of all the things I like
Touching me, touching you
I've got nothing else to do
CHORUS
(Difford/Tilbrook)
The moths at the window
They can see the light
The crickets crick in the dark
My pen runs out of ink
As I start to write
The feelings that are in my heart
This headache won¡¯t subside
I¡¯ve got you on my mind tonight
The silence of the telephone
Doesn¡¯t bother me
But I wish that it would ring
I¡¯m confined to quarters
I¡¯m in solitary
I¡¯m the man who would be king
The small hand¡¯s on the five
I¡¯ve got you on my mind tonight
The loneliness for loving you
Is some price to pay
But are my pockets deep enough
The chorus of the morning
Keeps me awake
So busy with the thoughts of love
As I slowly close my eyes
I¡¯ve got you on my mind tonight Just as I go off to sleep
A car pulls up, I hear a beep
Good night
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