Try aching every care in the world.
She's only the most beautiful girl.
The more I think it the badder it gets
I was just swimming along when i was caught in her net
She's got me singing with a broken heart
I keep on messing with my mind torn apart
She's already forgotten, look at me left in the dust
I guess my art didn't help very much
Then the super love got me again
Got me dreaming I could almost win
I stopped to take a look around with a grin
So much turmoil in this crazy town
She's got me bloody from hitting the bricks
Is this the way the girlies get their kicks?
And now i see if it makes a difference
Everyone in love, hating her & each other
Always thinking it's near the end
Then i was hoping she'd be my friend
Will i forever only wish it again?
oh to be alive & free from sin!
Psycho love in the Twilight Zone.
Drippy soap opera on the telephone.
I get so close but i don't belong.
Strain to identify with a radio song.
Then i see her as if in a dream.
It's so real i could almost scream.
She's doing a ritual the same for any man,
just like a movie it's so deadpan!
I hope for true love in the darkness.
I had the chance at false romance.
Maybe next time I'll look for something new.
I'm so ashamed, so unglued.
I've had enough & she'll never know.
I feel like staying but my subconscious says 'Go'.
Shed a tear like blood on the floor
It's only love & nothing more
She's got me singing with a broken heart
i keep on messing with my mind torn apart
she's already forgotten, look at me left in the dust
(feat. Raekwon, Cappadonna)
[Interlude]
(, You know they're killers themselves,People die
for them. You know, guys that I fooled with were killers themselves
These are the men who lead the crime families of America. I control 26,000
men. Except for dope, we operate in all aspects of organized crime. And if
there's one thing I'm sure of, it's that drugs destroy your mind. And destroy
your home. In the end it'll only lead our country into ruin).....
[GHOSTFACE KILLAH]
We eat fish, tossed salads and make rap ballads
The biochemical slang lord'll throw the arrows in the dope fiend
Vocal chords switch laser beams my triple sevens
Broke the slot machines out in Queens, Grey Poupon is rebel on rap
Smack on, swing like batons, most want niggas smoked like Hilshire Farms
Check the gun we sew, underneath my shoe lies the tap
That attract bow-legged bitches with wide horse gaps
In steel mills iron he'll smoke the blow on Duns
You run heroins, Primatine mist is afraid of my lungs
Turn my channel, it'll blow your whole bench off the panel
Like 80 roman candles that backfired then slammed you
Every day is like a video shoot, check this shit
I take you back to Playboy, stash guns and whips
Picture afro, big shish-ka-bobs and daishikis
1000 civil marched blazed their fists in early sixties
[CAPPADONNA]
Now check this one, you must have been stupid to miss this one
'Donna shogunnin' flip a ton of fashion
Destination be the cash when I step past one
Don't make me blast one, I'm cold like eskimo flow
Cappadonna stay chillin' take shots of penicillin
Clean out and let the steam out, she fiend to blow out
But I'm equipped with mad white, Morris The Rap got nine lives
I'll take a few hundred-thousand dollar dives
and then I still never go down
Until the last round I shine,
when RZA do his thing motherfucka, I'ma do mine
[RAEKWON]
Now, where I come from cats be carryin' Marryin' drug money
Fuck up your wife, get four to life, claim we handling
Midtown niggers scramblin', moving examine the fly shit
Plus quick to buy shit Chef, yeah, you know the whole gods
Asterick, Fidel Castro suits plus depositin' cash rule big time
Play it like Canadian wine, RZA 's the rhyme now, the sacredness of
one's true mind Now let's get colorful like money green
High roller coaster, Sosa, million dollar nigger roaster
Yeah, GOD, be havin' my whole steez laced
now let's wrap our tapes, connect dots
aim Glocks train style, Figaro fly jewel
Tri-color Cubans swervin we'll pow with Germans in Suburbans
24 niggas with vests's on, my own restaurant
Dons sendin' my sons membership forms
They still gettin' this paper scraper
Fake haters from Jamaica, wizards be passin like Lakers
And if you comin' from Lex, Lewis, Rich Liberace
Fetus style and block your goals like hockey....
well i've seen you hanging round and round
on the streets with something on your mind
don't you think that i'm being fresh?
only want to lay with you
i promise you won't smell no fish
i said fish
well i don't want you to think i'm being obscene
when i say say say i wanna hold your hand
feelin' kinda cold,need somethin hot to hold
only wanna lay with you
i promise you won't smell no fish
i said fish
(solo)
fish,fish
well i've seen you hangin round and round
on the streets with somethin thats on your mind
don't you think that i'm being fresh
only wanna lay with you
i promise you won't smell no fish
i said fish
i said fish
Light switch, yellow fever, crawling up your bathroom wall
Singing psychedelic praises to the depths of the china bowl
You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head
You should have listen to the priest at the
Confession when he offered you the sacred bread
He knows, you know, he knows, you know
He knows, you know, but he's got problems
Fast feed, crystal fever, swarming through a fractured mind
Chilling needles freeze emotion, the blind shall lead the blind
You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head
When your conscience whispered, the vein lines stiffened
You were walking with the dead
He knows, you know, he knows, you know, he knows, you know
He's got experience, he's got experience, he knows you know
But he's got problems, problems, problems
He knows... slash wrists, scarlet fever
Crawl under your bedroom door
Pumping arteries ooze their problems
Through the gap that the razor tore
You've got venom in your stomach
You've got poison in your head
You should have listened to your analyst's
Questions when you lay on his leather bed
He knows, you know, he knows, you know
He knows, you know, but he's got problems
Blank eyes, purple fever streaming through the frosted panes
You learned your lesson far too late from the links in a chemist chain
You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head
You should have stayed at home and talked
With father listen to the lies he fed
He knows, you know, he knows, you know
He knows, you know, but he's got problems
He knows, you know, he knows, you know
He knows, you know he's got experience
He's got experience, he knows you know
Old crow hop hop hopping why do you act so shamelessly, Old crow hop hop hopping take some time hop over here
Saw you dance in Vincent's wheat fields, watch you dance on Rembrandtsplein,
Dance with the devil on the edge of darkness, you danced them silly you danced them blind,
Saw you dance the Piccadilly shuffle, dance around St Peter's Square,
Did you hear the rhythms of the lonely, old crow do you really care?
Sad old crow, bad old crow, mad old crow hop hop hopping hop over here!
Old Crow caw caw cawing don't you make a fool of me, Old crow cut with all your laughing, come on down sit over here!
Old crow tell me all your secrets, old crow don't you tell
me lies,
Old crow living in the city, how do you manage to survive?
Sad old crow, bad old crow, mad old crow hop hop hopping hop over here!
Old crow hiding in the city, why'd you leave the open
fields,
Old crow hop hop hopping time you got some new ideas!
Dance with your devils on the edge of darkness, dance them silly dance them blind,
when it feels that world of yours is spinning, pick them up take them round again,
With a heart full of sky, your eyes full of moon, I left you dying, I heard you cry,
Just a fool to myself, there could be nobody else, I was lying
To even think I could survive without your love, I can't deny it.
Then you showed me the way, and I will follow,
To the end of my days; I will follow
You show me the way. To the thirteenth star.
There's point in your life, you got to reach and when you do,
You know it, and now I'm here.
If I held out my heart and offered my hand would you take it,
If I show you the way, so will you follow?
To the end of your days, will you follow?
Let me take you away,
Would you follow the thirteenth star?
There's point in your life, you got to reach and when you do,
You know it, and now I'm here.
If I held out my heart and offered my hand would you take it,
Let me show you the way, will you follow?
Will you follow the thirteenth star?
In the morning when you rise, Do you open up your eyes, see what I see? Do you see the same things ev'ry day? Do you think of a way to start the day Getting things in proportion? Spread the news and help the world go 'round. Have you heard of a time that will help us get it together again? Have you heard of the word that will stop us going wrong? Well, the time is near and the word you'll hear When you get things in perspective. Spread the news and help the word go round.
There's a time and the time is now and it's right for me, It's right for me, and the time is now. There's a word and the word is love and it's right for me, It's right for me, and the word is love.
Have you heard of a time that will help get it together again? Have you heard of the word that will stop us going wrong? Well, the time is near and the word you'll hear When you get things in perspective. Spread the news and help the word go round.
Welcome to the jungle or at least that's what it seems, You never see the cages the illusion is you're free, Every day's a lesson delivered with a smile To remind you there's no future on this planet for a creature truly wild
Zoo class, zoo class, sitting on your ass trying not to laugh in zoo class
Gorillas in the doorway, lizards in the lounge, Offering their camels, Moscow mules are going down, It's a long way to the dance floor, Even longer getting back as the crow flies, even as the crow flies,
Zoo class, zoo class, sitting on your ass and trying not to laugh in zoo class
Talk with the animals, fuck with the animals, hump and
grunt and suck and sweat,
loving like an animal, living with the animals,
Tired of the rabbit and pig sick of the cow, dreamed of
hunting beaver and the balls to fool around,
Put a birdie on the bunker she took eagles on the green,
And the snake in the long grass ate pussy,
And that cat got the cream.
Zoo class, zoo class sitting on your ass and trying not to
laugh,
Staring through the glass at the wildlife going past in zoo
class,
Zoo class, zoo class staring through the glass and trying not to laugh in zoo class,
Bears are hunting Wall Street, watching dead cats bounce, The paper tigers whimper at the clicking of a mouse, The pigs are grilling suspects; a canary starts to sing, He'll be swimming with the fishes sure as Pavlov's dog drools when that bell starts to ring,
Zoo class, zoo class sitting on your ass and trying not to
laugh,
Staring through the glass at the wildlife going past,
Pray it lasts forever you pray it's going to last,
Learning Life's lessons in situ in Zoo Class,
It's your decision, it's not up to me, and I've seen it oil before got a wardrobe full of Ts,
You got the hunger, you got four-wheel drive, you want to reach for the heaven want to touch the sky,
You wanna be the big man, you got big plans, big
ambitions you got dreams,
So what's the big idea?
Take my advice keep it simple, keep it real,
So you're the competition, you've made that clear, the new boy on the block and you got no fear, When you're at the bottom you can only climb, you might just make it to the top given time!
You wanna be the big man, you got big plans, big ambitions you got dreams, So what's the big idea?
Welcome to my city, welcome to my world, if you really think you can make then hang on to your soul, It all comes down to favours and who or what you know, Bending rules so slightly, being right when you're wrong,
In the right place at the right time in the right mind to blow
away the field,
What you need most of all is a big idea!
I sense the instinct, I sense desire, your motivation is something we all recognise,
You're something special, something new, you're passion, fire and anger is something we could use,
You wanna be the big man, you got big plans, big ambitions you got dreams, So what's the big idea?
You wanna be the big man, you got big plans, big
ambitions you got dreams,
So what's the big idea?
Take my advice keep it simple, keep it real,
Got to do the numbers, got to do the math,
you could feather your nest you might take a bath,
maybe too hot blooded, you got to be cold,
Bow down to the power do what your told
Till you're in the right place at the right time in the right
mind to blow away the field,
Mr President, you don't know my name,
But you could find it if you really cared,
Because I pay my taxes and I pay my dues,
And all I ask for in return is the truth.
Can we just be honest, I've heard that speech is free,
So please believe me that this address is sincere.
I'm no one special, just a regular guy,
But I just can't keep on wondering why
That the shells we fired, they now kill our own,
And we waste away like shadows in our homes.
I fell from blue skies, fought through desert storms,
I froze in firefights, and I killed someone
That had a father who loved him just like mine,
Who believed that the sacrifice was justified,
In the name of freedom and in the name of God,
While shifting sands hid all our sins and all the blood.
In the wake of glory I flew back home,
I watched videos at night in uniform
Of those towns and cities being torn apart
By those bombs that fool the people by being smart
As they flew down chimneys, along corridors
And explode on film and everyone goes awe!
And you read the stories about how no one's killed,
And I think about the photo that I kept
To remind me that it was all for real,
And the ghost that I've become will be released
To the sands still shifting, that cover all the lies
About what really happened, and who really died.
Was it really worth it? Was it worth the cost?
Did we really take the high ground, or have we lost
All the moral battles? Did we lose the war?
Mr President, I need to know for sure
That with all this knowledge, all this control,
That we were on the right side after all,
That we weren't lied to, that we weren't used,
And the country that we fought for still upholds the truth.
Mr President, you don't know my name,
But you could find it if you really cared.
It's on a black wall, on a cross of stone,
In the Balkan states, the Gulf and close to home,
On not so foreign islands, out on city streets,
Mr President, just tell me why I'm here.
This is my question, this is my life, this is my address,
Time was when I called you before we went to sleep
No matter where we were,
No matter the moment, no matter the time
Time was when the words we spoke were always true,
There was no need to lie or hide at that time the answers we knew,
There were no questions, there was no need, our love was there to be believed
But in time the passion seemed to appear so obligatory.
Time was when the moments seemed to last forever,
Time was when we never thought we would be anything but together,
Lonely people in separate rooms, lonely people with nothing to do,
Lonely people just like me and you, so predictable, so sadly true,
So sadly true, so obligatory,
Just like me and you, so obligatory, so obligatory.
If time will be a healer then time will be my friend
And in time the shadows lift and I can begin to live again,
But in the hollows of this aching heart remains a soul that was torn apart
And in time I will make a new start, oh so obligatory,
Learn to love again, oh so obligatory, so obligatory.
I will love again, so obligatory.
Once upon a time it was easy to say I love you, I love you,
I still love you, so obligatory,
She holds court, queen of all the mountains
Snow leopards hide amongst her hills,
The bong billows clouds up to the ceiling
Fresh stars day-glo in the night.
Mai-Tais at the bar, she only sees charlie at weekends,
The cocktail monkeys are climbing, a tower is chiming, faraway.
Micha is smiling back in Tiki 4
Back in Tiki 4.
One eye is all that is needed to be king of all he surveys,
Grandmaster, apprentice of architects
Design curves where others leave trails
It's freaking you out as you search for the lock on the door
Pillars of smoke are guiding you back to the floor
Back to Tiki 4
Tiki 4
Tiki 4
And the darkness zips up the city like a body bag
The good citizens are lying asleep in their beds dreaming of the day ahead
Meanwhile we're back in Tiki 4.
Tiki 4
Tiki 4
Back in Tiki 4
Renee is curled up on the sofa
Judy scratches away at her scars
Loud lines that were only a whisper
Too weak for the angels to hear
But she's proud, she got the respect of her mother
She didn't waver, straight down the lines and out of sight
Judy woke up in Tiki 4
Back in Tiki 4
And the darkness zips up the city just like a body bag
The good citizens are lying asleep in their beds dreaming of the day ahead
Meanwhile we're back in Tiki 4.
Tiki 4
Back in Tiki 4
Writing graffiti on the moon
Graffiti on the moon
I was thinking about thinking about thinking about thinking I was thinking.
Contemplating situations and the visions blew my mind.
In the gutter I was crawling as the shells justkept on falling all around me.
What colour is God? Why can't you tell me, can't you tell me?
What colour is God? Why can't you tell me, can't you tell me?
What colour is God? Why can't you tell me, can't you tell me?
As the library was burning and the pages kept on turning back in history.
As the doorways they were full of refugees and lonely people staring at me,
they were asking of me.
What colour is God?
What colour is God?
What colour is God?
No matter what I say or do, it never looks like making any difference.
Don't keep on looking down at me as if I don't exist as if I'm not here.
Don't focus all your anger and resentment that you have,
don't blame it on me, don't blame it on me.
What colour is God? Why can't you tell me, can't you tell me?
What colour is God? Why can't you tell me, can't you tell me?
What colour is God? Why can't you tell me, can't you tell me?
Black brother in an open sports car pulled over by suspicious officer,
uniform man got a nervous partner,
weapon was pulled from a shoulder holster.
White jogger see the roadside gangsta,
heart beat just a little bit faster,
rasta man speaking in the island patios,
gonna give you the righteous answer.
Why can't you tell me, can't you tell me?
What colour is God?
What colour is God? Why can't you tell me, can't you tell me?
What colour is God? Why can't you tell me, can't you tell me?
What colour is God? Why can't you tell me, can't you tell me?
No matter what I say or do it never looks like making any difference
Don't focus all your anger and resentment that you have
Don't blame it on me, don't blame it on me
What colour is God? Why can't you tell me, can't you tell me?
What colour is God? Why can't you tell me, can't you tell me?
What colour is God? Why can't you tell me, can't you tell me?
Please, please, please tell me.
Please, please, please tell me.
Wheels within wheels, turning wheels
Tumbling towards a conclusion
A crimson cascade, the blood in the bowl
And the mind that you're in is walking the world
But you feel like you're walking on water
Face up to the facts, face up to the truth
Face up to reality, you're just being used
There's a spark in your eyes, when she calls
You'll explode and she's blaming it all on crossed wires
When the clocks move sideways
When the clocks move sideways
Fellini days
Fix a stare at the wall, avoiding the accusations
That lurk in the mirror, trying to catch my attention
Reflect on the fact that your life is such a mess
Whose fault is that anyway?
The shutters are closed, did you lock all the doors?
Arm the alarms? Sheath all the knives?
Unload all the guns? Throw out all the pills?
Did you remember to switch off the TV?
Don't answer the phone
Provide the impression there's nobody home
As if there was anyway
As if there was anyway
When the clock moves sideways
The clock moves sideways
Tick, tock, tick, tock
Tick, tock, tick, tock
Tick, tock, tick, tock
Tock, tock, tock, tock
When the clock moves sideways
When the clock moves sideways
Fellini days
Fugazi
Don't answer the phone
Fugazi
Wheels within wheels within wheels
Tumbling towards a conclusion
Wheels within wheels within wheels
Tumbling towards a conclusion
Tumbling towards a conclusion
Tumbling towards a conclusion
Should Auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind
Should Auld acquaintance be forgot
For Auld lang syne
For Auld lang syne
Fellini days
Fellini days
All that you left behind in this empty room was a question for which an answer was due,
If I admit to the truth, I admit to the lie
One bottle, one glass, a crisp Chardonnay, outside in the park the maples ablaze,
The ghosts from the hill whisper your name
Where no one can see and no one can hear
And no one's aware of the passion we feel
They all disappear when we're fog-dancing
I heard you laugh, I turned around
To face someone else I once knew I once found
Someone I've loved
Someone I've lost in fog
The message was lost, the picture was clear
I followed your call till no-one was near
Now I'm left in the dark while you're fog-dancing.
I drift through the days that fade into grey
The picture dissolves when you enter the frame
I follow your trail, I follow desire
The cry of the dog, the howl of the world
And somewhere above there's a crow in the clouds
Laughing away while we're fog-dancing.
I drift through the days that fade into grey
The picture dissolves when you enter the frame
I followed your trail I followed you fog-dancing
Where no one can see and no one can hear
And no one's aware of the passion we feel
They all disappear when we're fog-dancing
I heard your laugh I turned around
To face someone else I once knew I once found
Someone I'd loved
Someone I'd lost in fog
Lost in fog
Lost in fog
Lost in fog
So sorry, I never meant to fall in love with you,
Don't worry, I know you think I have to let go,
Believe, I would stay but we know that we'll wake up alone,
Pretend,
That there's nothing there between us
They don't know the full story,
The one we never can tell,
And I hide a smile, I hide a smile for you.
It's so funny,
I never thought I'd feel like this again,
I'm so scared,
But we know that we can't run away,
So easy to deny the attraction, the call of Fate,
And wake up and declare that it's only a dream.
They don't know the full story,
The one we never can tell,
The affair we declare to be over,
We lie to ourselves,
They don't know the full story,
The one we never can tell
And I hide a smile, I hide a smile for you
I hide a smile for you
Our smile, our smile, our smile.
I'm so drunk,
I'm so high, I'm not sure that I'm still making sense,
Can't explain,
For the first time these feelings inside,
And I'd thought
I'd control of my heart that this chapter was over
And you rewrote my life and showed me a happy end
They don't know the full story,
The one we never can tell,
The affair we declare to be over,
We lie to ourselves,
They don't know the full story,
The one we never can tell
And I hide a smile, I hide a smile for you,
It's so funny, you don't call at night, always missing in action,
I'm left out in the cold and you'd never have thought I was thinking,
Turning it over
Putting the pieces in place and building a case for my anger
I'm taking it in, I'm taking my time in taking you out, 'cause it'll be a long cold day in Hell before I take you back,
So tired of your lying, I can't sleep at night,
I'll accept what I'm told, take what I'm sold,
There's no question to ask,
To sort out the answers,
To prove who is wrong or who is right,
But I know in my heart that we're breaking apart.
If we admit to the truth,
Pretend it's all been an act,
As a matter of fact
It'll be a long cold day in Hell before I take you back.
Sometimes I feel like I'm sailing on a dreamboat on wild and heavy seas,
I was cast adrift or fallen overboard, I catch my breath and head for shore,
I turn around, the ship sails on
This ship sails on.
Funny, you don't call at night, always missing in action
I'm left out in the cold and you'd never have thought I was thinking
I was thinking
Still thinking
Still thinking
Said I was, said I was
So tired of your lying, I can't sleep at night,
I'll accept what I'm told, take what I'm sold,
There's no question to ask,
To sort out the answers,
To prove who is wrong or who is right,
But I know in my heart that we're breaking apart.
If we admit to the truth,
Pretend it's all been an act,
As a matter of fact
It'll be a long cold day in Hell before I take you back.
And I still remember sailing on that dreamboat on starlit mirrored seas.
I hold my breath and I gaze from shore from this empty beach and this pile of clothes
I hit the water, the ship sails on
I hit the water, the ship sails on
I hit the water, the ship sails on
The character actor plays romantic leads and the kitten curls in wet anticipation,
The opportunity is here.
It's not the first time, it's not a dream, she cowers in the corner, she pretends
It's just a scene.
The Maitre D' has seen it all before, the actor, the actress, the gigolo, the whore,
Between the lines, between the sheets, there's no rehearsal, they make a deal, he'll soon be home.
Living in Wonderland, the grass is so green,
Tongue-tied, a dry mouth swallows a scream,
Yours to pretend, it's yours to pretend, this trip never ends, it's coming at you
In 3D.
The freeway's jammed, the lights bleed red, and the anger gathers in the fog, I meditate in green.
A wall of horns, blasts away, and the exit road to Jericho stands steady, held in amber beams that play on misty screens and smoky cars whose occupants mouth curses at a world that doesn't hear
Living in Wonderland, the grass is so green,
Tongue-tied, a dry mouth swallows a scream,
The turtle and the scorpion, the riverbank the deal,
To cross the open water they mutually agreed,
Out there in the distance, the other side in sight,
Banking on forever, holding on for life,
I can see the other side,
I want to see the other side,
Somewhere in the middle the truth is hard to find,
I'm running round in circles; I find I'm running blind,
Praying for the distance, praying for more time,
Running round in circles, running out of time,
Manchmal, I often think of you,
Manchmal, I want to see it through,
Manchmal, I should feel something more inside,
Manchmal, I want to reach the other side.
I'm swimming, I'm swimming!
The point of grave decision, no turning back this time,
No sense of reluctance, no doubt in my mind,
Except that nagging feeling, the thought that it might fail,
The bullet's in the chamber, the sting is in the tail,
Manchmal, I only think of you,
Manchmal, could we see it through?
Manchmal, there is something left inside?
Manchmal, my nature cannot hide!
I can see where we're going; I can see how you feel,
I can sense you're going to leave me, I know you'll break the deal,
I'll drown in my sorrows and I'll drink at your shrine, manchmal,
Is that the way that you see it, tell me how it should be,
It's time to choose between the devil and the deep blue see,
Manchmal, Manchmal.
Manchmal, there's something stirring deep inside,
Manchmal, a chance to come alive,
Manchmal, manchmal,
It's time to choose between the open water and your dreams,
Time you faced reality, time you faced your fears,
Manchmal, it's different this time,
Manchmal, manchmal, it'll be different this time,
Manchmal, manchmal,
A love song with no validity
Pretend you never meant that much to me
Numb, a Valium child, bored by meaningless collisions
A lonely stretch of headlight, diamonds trapped in black ice
A mirror cracked among the white lines
I just wanted you to be the first one
I just wanted you to be the first one
Ashes are burning, burning
Ashes are burning, burning
A lifestyle with no simplicities but I'm not asking for your sympathy
Talk, we never could talk, distanced by all that was between us
A Lord of the backstage, a creature of language
I'm so far out and I'm too far in
I just wanted you to be the first one
I just wanted you to be the first one
Bridges are burning, burning
I've got a reputation of being a man with a gift of words
a romantic poetic type or so they say
but I find it hard to express the way I feel about you
without getting involved with the old cliches.
In the old cliches, it's the old cliches.
This song's begun so many times but never
in a way that you wont consider to be an old cliche.
I want to say that I need you, I miss you when you're away.
And how it seemed like fate - o here we go - the same old cliches.
It's the same old cliches.
It's not that I'm embarrassed or shy, well, you know me too well
but I want to make this song special in a way that you can tell.
That it's solely for you and nobody else
for my best friend, my lover, when I need help - cliche - cliche?
Everything I want to say to you is wrapped up in an old cliche
I'd waited so long to find you, I'd been through the heartbreak and pain,
but of course you already know that cos you've been throught the same.
That's why I'm trying to say with my deepest sincerity
that's why I'm finding it comes down to the basic simplicities
the best way is with an old cliche
it's simply the best way is with an old cliche
always the best way is with an old cliche
I'll leave it to the best way, it's an old cliche
Track down a satellite, beam in the action, life lies bleeding
live in your living room, our senses on remote control overkill and overload.
>From Lockerbie to Lebanon's getting closer every day
Hollywood to Hungerford's an impression away.
I like to watch implausible pledges of polite politicians.
I like to watch them even more than my video nasties.
I like to watch.
The bleeding of a bimbo, a backstabbing beauty queen
titillating tabloids trigger off a wet dream into action
a fatal attraction, private lives are up for auction.
A cupboard full of skeletons are coming out to play.
I like to watch disasters in replay and rerun in slo mo.
I like to watch on the spot interviews kicking in front doors.
I like to watch.
To watch as my face is reflected in blank tv screens
the programmes are over, I like to pretend that that's
me up there making headlines, camera closeups
catching my right side I don't care if it's only a moment
as long as it's peaktime, just as long as all of
my friends and family see me, the world
will know my name - Come on down
I like to watch psychologists speculate, analysts analise.
I like to watch my methods and motives, the topic of talk shows.
I like to watch.
Where beggars take cheques and children steal credit cards
from the pockets of wrecks in the middle of the road.
I came to in my future and that was just yesterday,
unsure of my past and that's a knot in my gut.
You buy me a drink then you think that you've got the right
to crawl in my head and rifle my soul.
You tell me I'm free and want me to compromise
to sell out my dreams you say you'll make it worthwhile.
Oh, boys would you drink to me now
here on the hill, half way up, half way down
You tell me I'm drunk the you sit back and smug a while
convinced that you're right that you're still in command of your senses.
I laugh at your superior attitude
your insincere plattitudes make me throw up.
Oh, boys would you drink to me now
here on the hill, half way up, half way down
Oh, boys would you drink to me now
here on the hill, half way up, half way down
Oh for the company born to the company
live for the company until I die.
The sooner you realise that I'm perfectly happy
if I'm left to decide the company I choose
The company I choose is solidly singular
totally trustworthy, straight and sincere
polished, experienced, witty and charming
so why don't you push off, this company's my own.
Oh, boys would you drink to me now
here on the hill, half way up, half way down
Oh, boys would you drink to me now
here on the hill, half way up, half way down
Oh for the company, dream of the company
live for the company until I die.
Oh for the company, dream of the company
drink to the company until we die
until we die
What would you do if it all broke up
What would you do if the doors were shut
And the pearls are being eaten by the swine
What would you do when the worms don't turn
There's nothing left nowhere to run
And it's looking slightly bleaker every day
Do you follow your heart, do you follow the drum
Do you follow the flag, do you shoulder the gun
Do you slow march off the edge with head held high
Do you do down gently without a fight
Do you take it on the chin and beg for more
When the sword is raised and the trumpet calls
You bow down, bow down, bow down to the Emperor's song
Did you believe in the post-war dream
Do you hate dealing with machines
And one's picking up your prayer off the phone
You followed advice, you followed the work
You followed the rules, you gave it your lot
But a younger man's just taken on your job
We've all got long term contracts with the man upstairs
But who's picking up the options on our souls
When it's one life firm and the deal is up
You bow down, bow down to the Emperor's song
What do you do when its all too much
When you're out of luck and out of touch
And you can't relate to anything they say
What you do when it gets too tough
When you want to say that enough's enough
You want to walk away and just throw in the towel
Do you go with the grain, do you go with the tide
Do you go with the crowd, do you go for the ride
Do you hang on in until the bitter end
There's a bandwagon leaving but it's not for me
I've swallowed all the hooks and want no more
But when the lights are dimmed and the curtain calls
You bow down, bow down, to the Emperor's song
[Genesis, ";Selling England by the Pound";]
(T. Banks / P. Collins / P. Gabriel / S. Hackett / M. Rutherford)
It's one o'clock and time for lunch,
Dum-dee-dum-dee-dum-dum
When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench,
I can always hear them talk.
There's always been Ethel:
";Jacob, wake up! You've got to tidy your room now.";
And then Mister Lewis:
";Isn't it time that he was out on his own?";
Over the garden wall, two little lovebirds - cuckoo to you!
Keep them moving blades sharp...
I know what I like, and I like what I know;
getting better in your wardrobe, stepping one beyond your show.
Sunday night, Mr Farmer called, said:
";Listen son, you're wasting your time; there's a future for you
in the fire escape trade. Come up to town!";
But I remebered a voice from the past;
";Gambling only plays when you're winning";
- I had to thank old Miss Mort for schooling a failure.
Keep them moving blades sharp...
I know what I like, and I like what I know;
getting better in your wardrobe, stepping one beyond your show.
When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench,
I can always hear them talk.
Me, I'm just a lawnmower - you can tell me by the way I walk.
I heard a battle raging on the other side of the wall
I buried my head in a pillow and tried to ignore it all.
Every night when I hear you I dream of breaking down your door
an avenging knight in shining armour, to rescue you from it all.
>From this family business, family business
how long does it stay, family business.
It's nobody's business, this family business,
but tell me how long it remains family business.
When I see you at the supermarket, sunglasses in the shade
averting your eyes from those staring questions, how were those bruises made?
The children clutch tight to your legs, they've got so much they want to say
but daddy's sitting home, drunk again so they bite their lips and pray
cos daddy don't like people poking in his private affairs
and if anyone asks from the social, well, you tripped and fell down the stairs.
It's family business, keep it in the family business.
Can you tell me how long it remains family business?
It's nobody's business, this family business.
But tell me how long it should stay family business.
She's waiting at the bus stop at the bottom of the hill
she know's she'll never catch it, she knows she never will.
The kids are all she lives for, she's got nothing left to lose,
nowhere to escape to, but she knows she's got to move.
Cos when daddy tucks the kids in, it's taking longer every night.
It's family business, keep it in the family business.
Can you tell me how long it reamins family business?
It's nobody's business, this family business.
But tell me how long it should stay family business.
So I become an accessory and I don't have an alibi
to the victim on my doorstep the only way I can justify.
It's family business, family business.
--- "Jack and Jill" Taken from Fish single "Big Wedge" ---
Jack and Jill
Me and my old lady we got a dream commin' true
Me and my old lady just bought some room with a view
We kept our options open it was the omly way we could deal
living life on our own terms we toor a house on the hill
But if all comes tumbling down just a dream gets broken
but our souls stay sound, we can hold our heads high
and look back with no shame with a consience as clear as our ideals and aims,
cos where do you go at the end of the day when your world comes tumbling down.
You climb to your feet, wipe the tears from your eyes
cos it's only the foot of the hill.
Some people take a mortgage down on memory lane
hide their heads in the sand and hope their troubles go away
detach themselves from living a life that they can never afford
lock their hearts and their spirits behind those heavy golden doors
But if all comes tumbling down, a dream gets broken
but our souls stay sound, can you hold your heads high
look back with no shame with a consience as clear as your ideals and aims,
where will you go at the end of the day when your world comes tumbling down.
Can you climb to your feet, wipe the tears from your eyes
Can you climb your way back up the hill?
I want to be there in the morning, I want to wake up by your side.
If I can make it back I'll be there, if I can catch the early flight.
I'll bring you dragon's teeth from silver beaches, shells from Africa.
I'll give you China dolls and silken shawls, orchids for your hair,
treasures drowned in sunken galleons, jewels from desert caves
when I get there.
We'll see each other in the morning when the sun comes up
We'll see each other in the morning when the sun comes up
in the morning
I'll guard you from the monsters on the tv, from the pirates
in the corners of your dreams. I'll keep you from the cold
and safe from trolls from the bad men while you play.
I'll hunt for crocodiles and snakes with smiles I'll keep them
far away from your innocence in all it's wonder.
We'll see each other in the morning when the sun comes up
We'll see each other in the morning when the sun comes up
Just another nigger, a spooky piece of white trash,
Just another jewboy, spic, mick, yid,
raghead motherf****r
living on the planet.
Just before it kicks in just like a silver bullet,
Take a good look at yourself in the
mirror and tell me that it's worth it,
said it'll never happen, you said you'd
never get caught out,
you settled in a habit, so now you're Mr Fixit,
just another alien, living on the planet,
living on the planet, living on the planet.
It's just one of those days when you know that something's gonna happen.
Just another betrayal, lose another friend,
you know you never need them on your own until the bitter end.
Just another pick up just another kill, someone else's daughter,
someone else's girl, living on the planet.
We are in another world, Living on the planet we are, we are,
and you know there's somedays when you feel that something's gonna
happen,
This is one of those days which you know that something's gonna happen,
and something's gonna happen.
Somedays you just wake up and you don't have any real sense of
direction,
you just can't find the will to get up and go through with it all,
your next allotted 24 hour slice of destiny.
There's just a bad vibe and rather than a world of opportunities,
it's full of threats and just too many negative variables.
I'd noticed these houses way up in the hills and I tried to imagine
what it would have been like living up there isolated from the world,
everynight watching the fires crawl slowly down the valley,
and knowing that one night it was gonna be your turn for the visit.
I tried to imagine what it would have been like hiding in a cellar with
your
family and the fear hoping that when they do come, when the dogs don't
bark,
and the silence is around you, you hope that they burn the whole house
around
your ears and they don't discover you hiding in the cellar because
you've got nowhere
to go and you know that one day that something's gonna happen
There's one day, just one day.
Just another village burning in the hills,
I saw it on the tv, just another thrill,
Someone else's problems, someone else's grief,
Someone else's children living on the planet,
We are in another world living on the planet,
We are in another world living on the planet, we are, we are.
It's just one of those places that never exist till you've been there,
It's just one of those things that you never will see till you wake up,
And you know that somewhere there's somebody that's out there who thinks
like you do.
And you hope that today is the day that it's all gonna happen for you.
And you know there's somedays when you feel that something's gonna
happen.
1) heorot's plea and grendel's awakening.
Midnight suns bid moors farewell, retreats from charging dusk,
Mountain echo, curfews bell, signal ending tasks
They place their faith in oaken doors, cower in candlelight
The panic seeps through bloodstained floors as grendel stalks the night
Earth rim walker seeks his meals
Prepare the funeral pyres
The shaper's song no longer heal the fear
Within their eyes, [their eyes]
Wooden figures, pagan gods, stare blindly cross the sea
Appeal for help from ocean fogs, for saviour born of dreams
They know their lives are forfeit now, priestly head they bow in shame
They cannot face the trembling crowd that flinch in grendel's name
Earth rim walker seeks his meals
Prepare the funeral pyres
The shaper's song no longer heal the fear
Within their eyes, (their eyes)
As grendel leaves his mossy home beneath the stagnant mere
Along the forest path he roams to hrothgar's hall so clear
He knows that victory is secured, his charm will testify
His claws will drip with mortal blood as moonbeams haunt the sky
As grendel leaves his mossy home beneath the stagnant mere
Along the forest path he roams to hrothgar's hall so clear
He knows that victory is secured, his charm will testify
His claws will drip with mortal blood, as moonbeams haunt the sky
Earth rim walker seeks his meals
Prepare the funeral pyres
The shaper's song no longer heal the fear
Within their eyes, (their eyes)
2) grendel's journey.
Silken membranes span his path, fingerprints in dew
Denizens of twilight lands humbly beg him through
Mother nature's bastard child shunned by leaf and stream
As alien in an alien land seeks solace within dreams
The shaper's lies his poisoned tongue malign with mocking harp
Beguiling queen her innocence offends his icy heart
3) lurker at the threshold.
Hounds freeze in silence bewitched by the reptile spell
Sulphurous essence pervades round the grassy dell
Heorot awaits him like lamb to the butcher's knife
Stellular heavens ignore even children's cries
Screams are his music, lightning his guide
Raping the darkness, d-d-death by his side
Chants rise in terror, free round the oaken beams
Flickering firelight portraying the grisly scene
Warriors advance, prepare for the nightmare foe
Futile their sacrifice as even their hearts must know
Heroes delusion, with feet in the grave
Lurker at the threshold, he cares not for the brave, he cares not for the brave
4) finale.
So you thought that your bolts and your locks would keep me out?
You should have known better after all this time
You're gonna pay in blood for all your vicious slander
With your ugly pale skins and your putrid blue eyes
Why should I feel pity when you kill your own and feel no shame
God's on my side, sure as hell, I'm gonna take no blame
I'm gonna take no blame, I'm gonna take no blame
So you say you believe in all of mother nature's laws
You lust for gold with your sharpened knives
Oh when your hoards are gathered and your enemies left to rot
You pray with your bloodstained hands at the feet of our pagan gods
Then you try to place the killer's blade in my hand
You call for justice and distort the truth
Well I've had enough of all your pretty pretty speeches
Receive your punishment, expose your throats to my righteous claws
The car finally burned out around 3. The blue beacon
of a silent patrol car threw new shadows into the street
turning the window into a flickering monitor screen.
I'd seen the kids torch the vehicle before I left on a
nightly surfing run to a cybersex site in Chile.
It wasn't as if they were getting rid of prints, everyone
knew it was them. They didn't give a shit. They just
wanted to see the flames, to throw a bit of light on a
situation. I looked up the hill at the spread of the estate.
The streetlights glowed like campfires of an army on the
eve of battle or fireflies trapped in the canopy
of an immense jungle.
Jungle, young mental jungle,
Here in the jungle, in the jungle
Where men don't cry and husbands lie and you never have
to justify a kickin.
When mates jump in to save your skin if a chib is ever
pulled out in a square go.
Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me when it's over.
Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me when it ends.
Oh here she comes round again, here she comes round again,
here she comes round again, here she comes, here she comes.
The glazed eyes of porcelain clowns stare skywards at clouds
of goldfish madly circling their own silent plastic worlds, high
above the children who stuff ping pong balls like pills
in the mouths of slowly rotating heads.
Intentions true as the arrow's flight wins a cuddly toy
to while away an evening. Outside this ring of light
he'll claim his prize, she'll sport lovebites just to
prove to all he's been there.
Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me when it's over.
Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me when it ends.
Oh here she comes round again, here she comes round again,
here she comes round again, here she comes, here she comes.
I crept along the edges of the parade, staying glued to the
shadows where the dogs slept uneasily on their chains
under the caravans.
I followed the drums and the pulsing light until I came across
a clearing in the centre of which was the attraction.
And then I saw her, an angel in a chariot, her hair
trailing behind her like the tail of a comet. And I knew
that she was mine. I knew that we were destined
to leave this place together. We didn't belong to this
carnage and the knowledge of escape was the only thing
keeping me sane. But for now I could only watch and
wait for this was an arena I dare not enter.
On the rim of the machine the animals had gathered.
Big cats at a waterhole waiting on the weak and wounded
to stagger into their territory so they could exercise
some violence and feed their starving reputations.
No climbdown in this standoff with the world.
They already know that they can never win the war
but in this battle they're gonna do some damage.
The pack will follow the stragglers into the dawn.
Young mental jungle.
Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me when it's over
Jungle ride, jungle ride, tell me when it ends (rpt)
Here she comes round again, here she comes round again
There are vampires in the park Malgorzata ,
But I only hear the sound of dancing bears.
They're shooting stars in Warsaw Malgorzata ,
Mawgojzeta do you care?
Do you believe that anything that I could say would sort your life out?
What's the difference?
Could you trust anybody with your heart except yourself?
Well what's the difference?
Between sunsets and dawn, kings, queens and pawns, goldfish and clowns.
Between what's right and wrong can a love still grow strong,
What's the difference?
There are werewolves in these streets Malgorzata ,
But you only hear me howling at the moon
There's betrayals in the Tarot Malgorzata a is it me, or is it you?
Do you believe that everything I say is really true?
Well, what's the difference?
Don't you think everything's against us, that there's much too much to lose
Well, what's the difference?
Could you see everything I should have been and everything I could be,
What's the difference, between sunsets and dawn, kings, queens and pawns, goldfish and clowns?
Between what's right and wrong can a love still grow strong,
What's the difference?
What is the difference?
There are vampires in the park Malgorzata ,
But I only hear the sound of dancing bears
They're shooting stars in Warsaw Malgorzata , Malgorzata do you care?
I know you believe that everything will work out alright, what's the difference?
But is it a love or is this a life I need?
That's the difference.
Between sunsets and dawn, kings, queens and pawns,
What's the difference?
Between goldfish and clowns can a love still be found
Well, what's the difference? What is the difference?
Between playing away and playing at home
Well, what's the difference? What is the difference?
What is the difference?
Between holding your own and holding her close? Well what's the difference? What is the difference? Well what is the difference?
Between holding your own and holding it close? Well, what is the difference?
That's the difference, that's the difference that is. Between sunsets and dawns,
Kings, queens and pawns, goldfish and clowns
And then it was over and we took our applause.
We passed the peace pipe and thought no more about the scenes
that were missing, about the lines we had crossed.
And we smiled at each other and we knew that the moment was lost.
I let you snuff out the candles, I let you blow out the flame,
and I knew that this time it would never be the same.
The smiles you had wavered, tears welled in your eyes
And I looked and I knew that this magic it was only a sign
for Sunsets on Empire it was only a dream.
I knew that it was broken when I heard you scream
I know you can't believe it. It meant nothing at all.
And we looked at each other and we smiled and the moment was gone.
Sunsets on Empire is this really the end
Sunsets on Empire left with a friend
Could have been a lover, could have been a wife
But when it comes right down to it all I want is a life,
Just a life.
You said it never mattered. You said it's just a thrill.
You couldn't beat it. Another bitter pill.
It never was a habit. A one off just for sure.
You never really thought it out but I hoped that one time
that you'd come back for more.
Sunsets on Empire that's where I am
Sunsets on Empire that's all we have.
To face a new beginning when you're so close to the end
and you looked at me gently and smiled,
would you still be my friend?
You started to smile
Is this really the end?
Is this really the end?
Sunsets on Empire
We could talk for hours and we do about nothing,
and avoid talking about anything that could cause us problems,
that we couldn't ignore, and have to talk about, to sort
something out. We got to keep talking, Keep talking.
So we're talking, and that's something. I'm really happy
that we're talking, it's sure to get us somewhere, make it better,
and then we're sorted just as long as we keep talking
everything's gonna be alright.
I got secrets then you know that. You've got secrets I want
to know about. But if you want to know what I know
that you know then, we got to start talking.
Let's be honest. We can't ignore it. Keep talking.
When I look into your eyes I don't know what to say to you,
When I'm standing face to face, I don't know what to say to you,
They said say it with flowers so I said it with flowers.
I sent you short red roses, short red roses.
Everything's gonna be alright.
We've been talking for hours, so have we got somewhere?
Can we say it's all worked out, it's all ok?
Let's go to bed, I'm tired, to be honest.
I just want to go to sleep, I'm tired.
Let's talk about it in the morning, let's talk about it in the morning.
To be honest, I'm tired.
Raw meat for the balcony
Another mugging in tin pan alley
Another heart of attack takes the centre stage
You might think I'm getting cynical
But after these years I can still pass the physical
still got my corner, still got my edge
And the waitress takes an order for another round
As I try to blend my way into the crowd
The hunter of the autograph he wants my name
And I just can't find the strength to turn him down
Raw meat for the balcony don't get me wrong
I don't need your sympathy, just lend me a needle and spare me a dime
Just a tear in the public eye
From laughing or crying it don't mean that much to me
Some sort of reaction is all that I need
The cognac goes down better in the hotel room,
When you're staring at the writing on the wall
Condemned by the critics who want to tear me down
When it's just another lyric going for a song
We're low on life on the highway in search of coin
Picking up the pennies from the road
Guided by direction in the wake of stars
We were driven by a dream that's broken down
But the bandwagon's parked up in another town
We hope tomorrow its heading out our way
To get us out the tunnel where we've paid our dues
With friends we buried there beyond the lights
Raw meat for the balcony
Is that all I am, is that all I'm going to be?
Raw meat for the balcony,
Nobody's fool but mine, is that my destiny?
But if that bandwagon takes off for another town
And the suits that buy the wine don't like my song
Though I'm playing to empty tables
Till the curtain falls
I'll always find the strength to carry on
I'll always have the strength to carry on
I'm Raw Meat!
-for Andy Field
Waiting in my corner, waiting on the bell
I was coming off the ropes, I was going to give them hell
Now I'm waiting
Waiting on the lyric, waiting on the song
I know the muse is coming, I'm holding on
I'm waiting
Waiting on the chances, waiting on the breaks
Waiting on an opportunity that I could take
I'm still waiting
Chorus
And all the time I wonder why
Just what or who the hell I am
Where I'm at, where I'm from
Where I'm going, where I belong
Tell me where I'm coming from
Because I'm waiting in the pipeline
Waiting on a message, waiting on a sign
I was waiting on my holy grail to shine
Waiting with the crossword, waiting on reviews
Waiting on something or someone to give me a clue
I'm still waiting
Chorus
And all the time I wonder why
Just what or who the hell I am
Where I'm at, where I'm from
Where I'm going, where I belong
Why do you keep me waiting on
Because I'm waiting in the pipeline
If the carpet that I'm sitting on could fly
If the ring that's on my finger was a sorcerer's charm
If the cloak that I'm wearing could hide me away
I could wait for forever and a day
If the lady that I'm waiting on isn't mine
Then the castles that I'm building are on shifting sands
If the dream that I'm chasing isn't true
Then the light at the end of the tunnel is just a wrecker's fire
Waiting in the pipeline, waiting on the silence
Waiting on the sound, waiting in the backstage
Waiting on the crowd, waiting
Waiting on the critic, waiting on the gong
Waiting on the DJ to play my song
Play my song, I'm waiting
And all the time I wonder why
Just what or who the hell I am
Where I'm at, where I'm from
Where I'm going, where I belong
Tell me where I'm coming from
Because I'm waiting in the pipeline
Waiting in the pipeline, waiting in the pipeline waiting waiting
The girl that I've been dreaming of is stepping with another guy
On the dancefloor at the center of the room
And the record that they're dancing to's the one we used to dance to
I caught a smiling at the corner of her eye
It's not getting any esier, it's just getting harder
It's not getting any easier as these months go by
Tattoo Shop,
Hi, Doc
Hey Fish, what are you doin'?
If you don't mind we're gonna record this
Is that cool?
Oh, that's cooler 'n hell
Hell yeah, 52's biggest dream man
You know his biggest dream was
Me and him go party with you
On the trail of torn out twisters
Two angels on a mission came
Dust devils danced before them
In the path of the hurricane
On the road to Oklahoma
Through the flatlands from L.A.
From the shadows in the valley
From a country where the lizards play
While they drove they kept the radio on
Why don't you sing along, sing along, sing along?
Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo
Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, Brother 52
Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo
Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, Brother 52
I don't think so
A man stands behind his shadow
A man stands behind his words
These men are together with family
To defend their rights in another man's world
Most people stood against them
Most people disagreed
With the need for all those weapons
In our safe, secure society
Paint the words and the pictures on another man's skin
We are lovers, warriors, magician kings
Brother 52
Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo
Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, Brother 52
Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo
Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, Brother 52
Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo
Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, Brother 52
Well, I don't think so, don't think so
Fuckin' brilliant, man
Okay, here's what happened
52 barred the door shut from the inside
A gunfight started on the front porch
52 shot back
You know they come into his home with it
So he's protecting himself
The guy inside the house blew his brains out
Yeah, they made it look like he killed himself
But no one believes he would
'Cause he's not that kind of man, that's all
I think, he wasn't afraid of death
You know, he believed in something to die for
That's what he did
Some say he had it coming
Others say he was sole to blame
But who says they've got the rights
If any at all to blow the brothers away
A man got a right to wonder
A man got a right to dream
Without looking over his shoulder
To choose the manner of the life he leads
One man's thoughts on another man's skin
We are lovers, warriors, magician kings
Brother 52
Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo
Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, Brother 52
Well, I don't think so
Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo
Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, Brother 52
We don't think so
Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo
Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, Brother 52
I don't think so
What they have done
Was they've come in and murdered him
For his bombs and his ammunition
Just like that Waco Texas
Or any of these other things
Over here in the United States
Anybody that's stockpiling firearms and ammunitions
Is a threat to the government
So the government wages war against us
They tortured him, he went out
But I'm sure he stood up
Like he was supposed to, you know?
They smashed all the rings
Shut on his fingers with a hammer
It was all an orchestrated plan, man
The more the closer I was getting to it to the truth
The more they got everybody looking at me
As being the guy that pulled the trigger
And what they did when they killed 52
Is they broke the whole family up
That's exactly what they wanted to do
Maybe it's you or maybe it's me, maybe it's just the weather.
I just can't decide I can't make up my mind,
tomorrow seems like forever.
(Chorus):
It's just a change of heart that's all it is,
It's just a change of heart that's all it is,
I'm just falling apart, as a matter of fact that is all it is,
That's all it is, that's all it is. Just a change of heart
That's all it is.
Maybe it's time, it's maybe too late, I just can't believe it's over,
If you just walk away, turn your back on me now,
tomorrow will be forever.
(Chorus):
As the springtides shift the sands swelled by winter snow,
and the summer green melts to autumn gold.
I'm a man for every season but I live from day to day
Is that what you want? Is that all you want?
Is that all it is?
(Chorus):
At the end of the day please let me stay you know we belong together
I'll promise you now as I promised you then,
You should have listened to what your mother said
You should have listened to what your father told you to do
But you always did just what you always wanted to do
Now you end up here singing in a gilded cage
And for half your life you were wishing you were half your age
Lady let it lie
It's hard putting down your family roots when you're living in
A mobile home, but there's always blood even in a rolling stone
You squeezed me hard for the white collar dream
But you woke up to a tie dye lifestyle and its choking me
Lady let it lie
Chorus
All the boys want to be all the girls want to be all the boys
I don't want to be me no more
All the boys want to be all the girls in this turnaround world
I don't want to be me no more
They once said I was a rising star declaring me a bright contender
When it all worked out I was just a pretender
I could never disagree if you said you were dissatisfied
But why you got to take it out on a guy that tried
But surely there's something left, something worth fighting for
Something out of all this mess that's worth building on
Maybe we can start again, maybe give it one more try
Or do we just walk away, and maybe fade and die
Chorus
All the boys want to be all the girls want to be all the boys
I don't want to be me no more
All the boys want to be all the girls in this turnaround world
I don't want to be me no more
I don't want to be me no more
Me no more
All the way from Bucharest your skin crawled on the way to Hollywood
Through a whole in the wall
You saw the free world trading in bones
There's a guardian angel at the window
Staring at the corner
She's nowhere to go
She's in the free world trading her bones
Chorus
But if your mother didn't like it she don't need to know
As long as your sending the money home
What happened to the body of the child she bore
Answers on a postcard from Jumpsuit City
Sprayed by a moonbeam through the Linden leaves
Cast in a shadow in anonymity
He found the free world and sucked on their bones
Performing for animals he's dressed to thrill
High on a pedestal see the surgeon's skill
He lets the free world feast on his bones
Chorus
Behind the curtains there's a sanctuary
For the businessman and the refugee
This is the free world and they trade with their bones
A dead flower from a buttonhole
Lies in the gutter with a million souls
It's the free world, and they're only trading in bones
Chorus
Rose beds scattered across the lawn
Like the squares at Waterloo
With bayonets of thorns repelling small children
In search of lost tennis balls
Imaginary cannonballs that were fired
At the legs of galloping cavalry
Resting their dreams in the shade of the apple trees
Toy soldiers drunk on warm lemonade
And the children dream of glory and fortunes of war
They're safe in bed with stories
And fortunes of war, fortunes of war
As the sun sets low on these playing fields
An army returns with its swords and shields
Dustbin lids and raspberry canes
They'll live to fight another day
Warrior's medals, milk bottle tops
Battle flags fashioned
From Mother's old table cloths
Bright colors run in the summer rain
'Cause sometimes when they fall
They will pretend
That the hankie is a bandage
To stop the bleeding
And imagine city streets
And desert storms and foreign fields
And bullets flying
These are the fortunes of war
I heard a wheelchair whisper
Across a stale, stagnant gymnasium
Trailing an ivy league jacket like a matador
Through the jitterbug steps of the night before
And I followed him down to the church parade
Where he makes his peace every armistice day
I watched him fade away
And melt in the autumn rain
'Cause sometimes when they fall
They can't pretend
That the hankie is a bandage
They can't stop the bleeding
They're out in city streets
And desert storms in foreign fields
Oh, there's bullets flying
These are the fortunes of war
While the children dream of glory
And fortunes of war
They're safe in bed with stories
And fortunes of war
The uniforms and glory
The fortunes of war, fortunes of war
The fortunes of war, fortunes of war
Fortunes of war, these are the fortunes of war
Of war, of war, of war, of war, of war
These are the fortunes, these are the fortunes
Fortunes of war, these are the fortunes, fortunes of war
Here I sit in my bones, on the bones upon the hill
Staring out at the wild, blue yonder
Digging deep, I'd found buttons in my pockets
Naked now my skin begins to crawl
I dream Suits, I see Suits
Looking back, was there ever such a moment
Immersed in mystery I was witnessing a crime
Digging deep I came across a murder
Among the roots of our spreading family tree
We learned to love, we learned to kill
We taught ourselves to rule the world
I dream Suits, I see Suits
Do you see Suits, can you dream Suits?
There I stood, face pressed against the window
I know his number, but I'll never know his name
Behind the glass buried in the sockets
A recognition, my skin begins to crawl
We learned to love, we learned to kill
We taught ourselves to rule this world
But who's the one we're frightened of
We are the sons of 1470
The geese fly chevrons cross the night sky
Heading south, the hunters lead them on
Jets trail the hems of skirts of angels
A train threads along that very floor
So here we live in our bones, on the bones beneath the soil
Staring out, mortal in the darkness
Digging deep we try to find the answers
To all the questions that hatch within our skulls
We learned to love, we learned to kill
We taught ourselves to rule this world
For who's the one we're frightened of?
We are the son of 1470
I dream of Suits. Do you dream Suits?
You're so sweet
You're so fine
I want you all and everything
Just to be mine
`cos you're my baby
`cos you're my love
Girl I'm just a jeepster
For your love
Your slide so good
With bones so fair
You've got the universe
Reclining in your hair
Just like a car
You're pleasing to behold
I'll call you jaguar
If I may be so bold
The wild winds blow
Upon your frozen cheeks
The way you flip your hip
It always makes me weak
Your motivation
Is so sweet
Your vibrations
Are burning up my feet
Girl I'm just a jeepster
For your love
Girl I'm just a vampire
For your love
They'll always find a place for you in the sidewalk cafes
No one ventures into the streets these days
Except strangers and those like me, looking for work
I noticed the smell when I got off the bus
And traced it down to a canal that ran
Right through the heart of the city
Like an open vein full of black rotten blood
A mirror surface broken only by the bubbles of gas
Escaping from the stagnating mess that lay on the bottom
Fuelled by the chemicals and effluent of the city
Which was fed, in turn, by the barges and the ships
That followed that line and created the waves across that
Surface to the dockside where they unloaded their holds,
The swarms of people clambering over them
I sat down in a cafe and I was holding my own
And minding my own business
And a voice spoke in my ears as if it recognized
That I was questioning the source of the smell
Have another beer boy, take it with a pinch of snuff
And my eyes were bedazzled, by the jewels in his silken cuff
And a voice rolled out from an ashen cloud from behind a long cigar
Son, you'll never need to smell the black canal
It was as if he'd read my mind, as if he expected it
And, as the afternoon was wasted, I became aware
I was becoming wrapped up in his world
I became aware of the smell from the bouquet in his buttonhole
It was taking me away from the canal
And away from my questions
I was aware that the perfumes were all around us
And he sold me the city, well at least he tried to with all his stories
All the silks out of china
And all the satins out of spain
All the powders for your noses
Will keep the stench at bay
Have another beer boy, take it with a pinch of snuff
Your eyes will be bedazzled, by the jewels in my scented cuff
And a voice rolled out from an ashen cloud from behind a long cigar
Son, you'll never need to smell this black canal
And my world was spinnin', my head was awash
With this promises and his beer
And I looked up as he reached down
And snorted the flower in his buttonhole
He smiled and his eyes lied
I was staring at a suit with no soul
No matter how you wash them
How you scrub and bleach and boil
You'll never get rid of the smell of the black canal
Of the black canal
Black canal
The black canal
The black canal
The black canal
Huddled in the safety of a pseudo silk kimono
Wearing bracelets of smoke, naked of understanding
Nicotine smears, long, long dried tears, invisible tears
Safe in my own words, learning from my own words, cruel joke, cruel joke
Huddled in the safety of a pseudo silk kimono
A morning mare rides in the starless shutters of my eyes
The spirit of a misplaced childhood is rising to speak his mind
[pink floyd, "meddle"]
(d. gilmour / n. mason / r. waters / r. wright)
You say the hill's too steep to climb,
Climb it!
You say you'd like to see me try,
Climb it!
You pick the place and I'll choose the time
And I'll climb
The hill in my own way
Just wait a while, for the right day
And as I rise above the treeline and the clouds
I look down hear the sound of the things you said today
Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smiling
Nothing waits, the magistrate turns 'round, frowning
I know the fool who wears the crown
Go down in your own way
And everyday is the right day
And as you rise above the fearlines in the frown
You look down
When the taxis gather in mock solemnity.
Funeral hearses court the death of virginity,
Was it paradise lost or paradise found?
Did we gain respect or were we holding ground?
You had found true love, or so you believed
And the wideboys tattooed your hearts upon their sleeves.
So when you think it's time to go,
when you think it's time to go,
Don't be surprised, the heroes never show.
And the patter merchants selling false impressions,
Tipping eyes at the waitress with American expressions,
Tie angels to the bar with sweet Martini's and their charms
They're lying on every word and every arm
They're turning down their noses to the best lines
And the cheap wines.
And the wideboys,
They wear their lovebites for their crimes.
So when you think it's time to go,
When you think it's time to go,
Don't be surprised, the heroes never show.
Are you going to the party?
Are you going to the Boston Tea Party?
Going to the party?
Are you going to the Boston Tea Party?
Going to the party?
Are you going to the Boston Tea Party?
Going to the party?
Are you going to the Boston Tea Party?
Redcoats in the village, there's fighting in the streets
The Indians and the mountain men
Well, they are talking when they meet
The king said, "Had he's gonna put a tax on tea"
And that's the reason you all Americans drink coffee
Are you going to the party?
(Are you going)
Are you going to the Boston Tea Party?
(Are you going to the tea party)
Going to the party?
(Are you going)
Are you going to the Boston Tea Party?
(Are you going to the tea party)
Going to the party?
(Are you going)
Are you going to the Boston Tea Party?
(Are you going to the tea party)
Going to the party?
(Are you going)
Are you going to the Boston Tea Party?
(Are you going to the tea party)
Fire in the mountains, flames upon the heath
And the president spits out the news
He's biting on wooden teeth
The children of the colonies got a different tale to tell
I'm going down to the city, tell my folks that I'm doing well
Are you going to the party?
(Are you going)
Are you going to the Boston Tea Party?
(Are you going to the tea party)
Going to the party?
(Are you going)
Are you going to the Boston Tea Party?
(Are you going to the tea party)
Going to the party?
(Are you going)
Are you going to the Boston Tea Party?
(Are you going to the tea party)
Going to the party?
(Are you going)
Are you going to the Boston Tea Party?
(Are you going to the tea party)
Bringing back the buffalo to the long prairie
Bringing back the fishes swimming in the sea
The children of the colonies got a different tale to tell
Tell my folks that I'm going to the city
Tell them that, I'm doing well
Are you going to the party?
(Are you going)
Going to the Boston Tea Party?
(Are you going to the tea party)
Going to the party?
(Are you going)
Are you going to the Boston Tea Party?
(Are you going to the tea party)
Going to the party?
(Are you going)
Are you going to the Boston Tea Party?
(Are you going to the tea party)
Going to the party?
(Are you going)
Going to the Boston Tea Party?
(Are you going to the tea party)
Going to the party?
(Are you going)
Are you going to the Boston Tea Party?
(Are you going to the tea party)
Going to the party?
(Are you going)
Going to the Boston Tea Party?
(Are you going to the tea party)
Are you going, are you going?
(Are you going, are you going?)
Are you going, are you going?
Are you going to the party?
Are you going?
Are you going?
Are you going?
I think I'm sophisticated
'Cause I'm living my life like a good homosapien
But all around me, everybody's multiplying
And they're walking round like flies man
So I'm no better than the animals sitting in their cages
In the zoo man
Because compared to the flowers and the birds and the trees
I am an Apeman
I think I'm so educated and I'm so civilized
'Cause I'm a strict vegetarian
But with the over-population and inflation and starvation
And the crazy politicians
I don't feel safe in this world no more
I don't want to die in a nuclear war
I want to sail away to a distant shore
And make like an Apeman
I'm an Apeman, I'm an Ape Apeman
No, I'm an Apeman
Well, I'm a King Kong man, I'm a Voo-Doo man
No, I'm an Apeman
'Cause compared to the sun that sits in the sky
Compared to the clouds as they roll by
Compared to the bugs and the spiders and flies
I am an Apeman
I'm an Apeman, I'm an Ape Apeman
No, I'm an Apeman
Well, I'm a King Kong man, I'm a Voo-Doo man
No, I'm an Apeman
I don't feel safe in this world no more
I don't want to die in a nuclear war
I want to sail away to a distant shore
I found smog at the end of my rainbow
I found my thoughts shift slowly into phase
Declared the constitution of the walkway
I realize, it's time to plan the day, the day, the day
The day, the day, the day, the day
I'm a market square hero gathering the storms to troop
'Cause I'm a market square hero speeding the beat of the street pulse
The street pulse
Are you following me? Are you following me?
Well, suffer my pretty warriors and follow me
I got a golden handshake that nearly broke my arm
I left the ranks of shuffling graveyard people
I got rust upon my hands from the padlocked factory gates
The silent chimneys provide the silent steeples
The bulk gates
'Cause I'm a market square hero gathering the storms to the troop
'Cause I'm a market square hero speeding the beat of the street pulse
The street pulse
Are you following me? Are you following me?
Well, suffer my pretty children and follow me, follow me
I am your Antichrist
Are you following me?
Show me allegiance
Are you following me?
I am your Antichrist
Are you following me?
Pledge to me defiance
Are you following me?
Suffer my pretty warriors
Are you following me?
Suffer my fallen child
Are you following me?
The time has come to conquer
Are you following me?
And I'll provide your end now
We march
I give peace signs when I wage war in the disco
I'm the warrior in the ultra violet haze
Armed with antisocial insecurity
I plan the path of destiny from this maze, c'mon
'Cause I'm a market square hero gathering the storms to troop
Cause I'm a market square hero speeding the beat of the street pulse
The street pulse
Are you following me? Are you following me?
Well suffer my fallen Angels and follow me
I'm the market square hero
I'm the market square hero
I'm the market square hero
We're market square heroes
Are you following me?
Are you following me?
Are you following me?
So here I am once more in the playground of the broken hearts
One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned.
Yet another emotional suicide, overdosed on sentiment and pride
Too late to say I love you, too late to restage the play
Abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday
I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts
Too much, too soon, too far to go
Too late to play, the game is over
Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride
I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts
The game is over
Too late to say I love you, too late to restage the play
The game is over
I act the role in classic style
Of a martyr carved with a twisted smile
To bleed the lyric for this song
To write the rites to right my wrongs
An epitaph to a broken dream
To exorcise this silent scream
A scream that's borne from sorrow
I never did write that love song
The words just never seemed to flow
Now sad in reflection
Did I gaze through perfection
And examine the shadows on the other side of morning
And examine the shadows on the other side of mourning
Promised wedding now a wake
The fool escaped from paradise will look over his shoulder and cry
Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why?
As you grow up and leave the playground
Where you kissed your prince and found your frog
Remember the jester that showed you tears,
The script for tears
So I'll hold my peace forever when you wear your bridal gown
In the silence of my shame, the mute that sang the siren's song
Has gone solo in the game, I've gone solo in the game
But the game is over
Yeah!
Slow french kissing with the dauphin's daughter
If I fall in love now I'll be floating in seine
Plastered in paris I've had an eiffel
Gonna make my escape on the midnight train -
Choo, choo to you - choo, choo to you - charting the single
Schnapping my fingers on an alcoholiday
Sniff round a fraulein when I'm scent to cologne
All night hotel liebling make your mark
Let sugar daddy melt in his home
Sweet home
Home is where the heart lies,
Where is home, is where the heart lies, but where is home?
Get a pizza the action when I romeo again
Chianti see you with me, so just let him wine
Juliet on the balcony, it's pasta serenade
Wedding rings, I know when venice time,
Venice time to chart the single, to chart the single
Charting the single, charting the single
The chicks are getting cheaper on the not so common market
Stockpile experience before the blond hairs turn to grey,
Before the blond hairs turn to grey
I like to train, express myself in the universal language
Ego on my face in the nicest possible way
It's absolutely the nicest possible way
Charting the single
I got no clause in my contract, got no shares in my name
I'm just charting the single in a bachelor's game, charting the single
It's a solo performance on a one way street
You'll never have the chance again and never again we'll meet
Charting, charting, charting, charting the single
Yeah, yeah, charting the single
Yeah, yeah, charting the single
Charting, ouh, charting, ouh charting, ouh, charting the single
Charting, charting, charting, I'm charting the single
Charting, charting, I'm charting the single
Charting, charting, charting, charting
Charting the single, charting the single
Home is where the heart lies, but if the heart lies,
Where is home, is where the heart lies, but where is home?
Garden party held today, invites call the debs to play,
Social climbers polish ladders,
Wayward sons again have fathers,
"hello, dad!", "hello, dad!"
Edgy eggs and queuing cumbers,
Rudely wakened from their slumbers
Time has come again for slaughter on the lawns by still cam waters,
It's a slaughter, it's a slaughter
Champagne corks are firing at the sun again
Swooping swallows chased by violins again
Straafed by strauss
They sulk in crumbling eaves again, oh God not again!
Aperitifs consumed en masse display their owners on the grass
Couples loiter in the cloisters, social leeches quoting chaucer
Doctor's son, a parson's daughter where, why not and should they oughta
Please don't lie upon the grass, unless accompanied by a fellow,
May I be so bold as to perhaps suggest othello, perhaps suggest othello
Punting on the cam is jolly fun they say
Beagling on the downs, oh please do come they say
Rugger is the tops, a game for men they say, they say, good God they say
I'm punting, I'm beagling, I'm wining, reclining, I'm rucking, I'm fucking, so welcome, it's a party
Angie chalks another blue, mother smiles she did it too
Chitters chat and gossips lash, posers pose, pressmen flash, flash, [flash]
Smiles polluted with false charm, locking on to royal arms,
Society columns now ensured, returns to mingle with the crowds
Oh what a crowd
Oh, punting on the cam, oh please do come they say
Beagling on the downs, oh please so come they say
Garden party held today they say, oh please do come,
Armalite, street lights, night-sights
Searching the roofs for a sniper, viper, fighter
Death in the shadows he'll maim you, wound you, he'll kill you
For long-forgotten cause, on not so foreign shores
Boys baptised in wars
Morphine, chill stream, bad dream
Serving as numbers on dogtags, flak-rags, sandbags
Your girl has married your best friend, love's end, poison pen
Your flesh will always creep, tossing turning sleep
The wounds that burn so deep
Your mother sits on the edge of the world
When the cameras start to roll
Panoramic viewpoints resurrect the killing fold
Your father drains another beer he's one of the few that cares
Crawling behind a saracen's hull
From the safety of his living room chair
Forgotten sons, forgotten sons, forgotten sons
And so I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the tricolor
I must fear evil for I am but mortal and mortals can only die
Asking questions, pleading answers from the nameless
Faceless watchers that stalk the carpeted corridors of whitehall
Who order desecration, mutilation, verbal masturbation
In their guarded bureaucratic wombs
Minister, minister care for your children, order them not
Into damnation to eliminate those who would trespass
Against you, for whose is the kingdom?
The power and the glory, forever and ever
Amen
Halt who goes there?
Death
Approach.... friend
You're just another coffin on it's way down the emerald aisle
Where the children's stony glances mourn your death
In a terrorist's smile
The bomber's arm places fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves
Alleys sing with shrapnel, dance in a temporary hell
Forgotten sons
From the dole queue to the regiment a profession in a flash
But remember monday's signings when from door to door you dash
On the news a nation mourns your unknown soldier count the cost
For a second you'll be famous but labelled posthumous
Forgotten sons
Forgotten sons
Ring o' roses, they all fall down
Peace on earth and mercy mild, mother brown has lost her child
Evening standard: late one!
Evening standard: late one!...
Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress
Hiding in her cellophane world in glitter town
Awaiting the prince in his white capri
Dynamic young tarzan courts the bedsit queen
She's playing the actress in this bedroom scene
She's learning her lines from glossy magazines
Stringing all her pearls from her childhood dreams
Auditioning for the leading role on the silver screen
Patience my tinsel angel, patience my perfumed child
One day they really love you, you'll charm them with that smile
But for now it's just another chelsea monday, chelsea monday.
Drifting with her incense in the labyrinth of london,
Playing games with faces in the neon wonderland
Perform to scattered shadows on the shattered cobbled aisles
Would she dare recite soliloquies at the risk of stark applause,
To chelsea monday
She'll pray for endless sundays as she enters saffron sunsets
Conjure phantom lovers from the tattered shreds of dawn,
Fulfilled and yet forgotten the st. tropez mirage
Fragrant aphrodisiac, the withered tuberose,
Of chelsea monday, sweet chelsea monday
Patience my tinsel angel, patience my perfumed child
One day they really love you, you'll charm them with that smile
But for now it's just another chelsea monday, sweet chelsea monday
(spoken:) hello john, did you see the standard about four hours ago?
Fished a young chick out of the old father
Blond hair, blue eyes
She said she wanted to be an actress or something
Nobody knows where she came from, where she was going
Funny thing was she had a smile on her face
She was smiling
What a waste!
Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress
Buried in her cellophane world in glitter town,
I punched the clock in at 35, I thank the lord that I'm still alive, sometimes I find it hard to believe that my hearts still beating that I'm still on my feet,
I'm gonna give you, gonna give you a mission statement.
I've been in a downward spiral for a very long, long time, I've been stepping over dollars just to pick up a shiny dime,
The way I see it, it ain't gonna work, I'm kissing the past goodbye,
I'm gonna give you, gonna give you a mission statement,
I got no more patience, got no more time,
I'm tired of following orders, sticking to the company line,
I want to change the world and I'm starting with myself,
A private revalation concerning everybody else,
We're all just lonely people we're all looking for some help,
Too busy crunching numbers and fighting for ourselves,
All it takes is kindness and a little love and care,
And this planet that we live on can be a heaven we can share, a mission statement.
The tears of hungry children are falling in the dust,
The scraps of a rich man's table could fill their starving mouths,
While some they thirst for water others get drunk on wine,
To some their lives a prison and they're out there doing time,
I'm gonna give you, give you a mission statement,
I got no more patience, I got no more time,
I'm tired of following orders, sticking to the company line
I want to change the world and I'm starting with myself,
A private revalation concerning everybody else,
We're all just lonely people we're all looking for some help,
Too busy crunching numbers and fighting for ourselves,
All it takes is kindness and a little love and care,
And this planet that we live on can be a heaven we can share, a mission statement.
We got 140 stations on satellite beaming on down to our home - but I'm watching you,
I've got half a million bills to pay, you never hear a word I say - I dream of you,
Oh I feel so incomplete, oh, oh, it seems so incomplete,
If we could only close the distance,
If we could only cross these lines,
If we could only fill the space that's grown between us over time,
You don't hear me anymore, you don't touch me anymore, you don't know me anymore.
There's a wedding dress in a suitcase full of memories in the attic - I think of you,
Where the ghosts of summer butterflies they gather in the dust - I long for you,
Oh I feel so incomplete, oh, oh it seems so incomplete,
If we could only bring those days back when there were never wounds to heal,
When everything was perfect and the dream we had was real,
You don't hear me anymore, you don't touch me anymore, you don't know me anymore.
Oh I feel so incomplete, oh, oh it seems so incomplete,
When there were never any questions over who or what we were,
And the future only promised all the answers to our prayers
You don't hear me anymore, you don't touch me anymore, you don't know me anymore
Dick, antwi, millet
--- "Faith Healer" (by Alex Harvey) Taken from the Fish Single "Big Wedge" ---
Faith Healer!
If your body's feeling bad, and it's the only one you have
You want to take away the pain, just go out walking in the rain
You watch the flowers go to bed, just ask the man inside your head
Your spirit never has to grieve, all you've got to do's believe
The faith healer, the faith healer!
All you've got to do is feel, your body's going to start to heal
The fingertips of holy fire, everlasting sweet desire
It never mattered what the doctor said, the healer man will sail away
It's immortality for two, oh the miracles, they will come to you
>From faith healer, the faith healer!
Can I put my hands on you? Can I put my hands on you?
The faith healer, the faith healer
Faith, and hope, and charity, the simple relativity
He can make you understand, all you've got to do, you've got to take his hand
The fingertips of holy fire, everlasting sweet desire
It never matters what the docotrs said, listen to the man inside your head
The faith healer! The faith healer!
Can I put my hands on you? Can I put my hands on you?
Let me put my hands on you! Let me put my hands on you?
Can I put my hands on you? Can I put my hands on you?
The faith healer, the faith healer...
With this right of passage, cruel twist of fate
With every turn of every card I never see
Until it's too late, the deed is done and leaves me
Wondering just where our love has gone
I cannot say in honest truth
That I still trust all my feelings for you
You knew that it was wrong
And you think that saying sorry
Is gonna make it seem alright
And maybe in this song
You will hear me for the first time
And you'll start to see the light
Living with you is like being parked
On double yellow lines waiting to be towed away
I'll pay the fine and I'll be back
But I'm running out of reasons to stay
You knew that it was wrong
And you think that saying sorry
Is gonna make it seem alright
And maybe in this song
You will hear me for the first time
And you'll start to see the light
You knew that it was wrong
And you think that saying sorry
Is gonna make it seem alright
And maybe in this song
You will hear me for the first time
And you'll start to see the light
With this right of passage
I reclaim my heart
I take my leave as if on cue
I play no further part
In your self-penned dramas
Where each stolen kiss
Just goes to prove
Have you ever met a lady, screaming angst potential?
Have you ever dreamed of romance, no matter how experimental?
Have you ever felt an alien drifting back into your hometown?
Did you think you were buying safety
When you bought that piece of ground?
She said all the best freaks are here
She said all the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me
So I said all the best freaks are here
All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me
Have you ever woke up, sweating in the middle of the night?
You search the darkness and you're scrambling for the light
Have you ever walked down the street, heard bootsteps following you?
Don't worry my son, you've got the spook squad looking after you
He said all the best freaks are here
He said all the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me
So I said all the best freaks are here
All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me, stop staring at me
Airport terminal, patiently waiting on the last call
You feel the eyes burn the back of your head
Sign the autograph, get out of the picture, gonna have the last laugh
Feel the whispers as you head for the plane
Stop staring at me
Love and linen sheets seem so very far away
You save your pennies and you buy another day
But after all it's only hide and seek, just another game
There's so much fun to be had when you're living with a name
All the best freaks are here, all the best freaks are here,
Please stop staring at me, all the best freaks are here
All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me
Oh, stop staring at me, oh, stop staring at me
They said all the best freaks are here
All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me
All the best freaks are here
Do you remember chalk hearts melting on a playground wall
Do you remember dawn escapes from moon washed college halls
Do you remember the cherry blossom in the market square
Do you remember I thought it was confetti in our hair
By the way didn't I break your heart?
Please excuse me, I never meant to break your heart
So sorry, I never meant to break your heart
But you broke mine
Kayleigh is it too late to say I'm sorry?
And Kayleigh could we get it together again?
I just can't go on pretending that it came to a natural end
Kayleigh, oh I never thought I'd miss you
And Kayleigh I thought that we'd always be friends
We said our love would last forever
So how did it come to this bitter end?
Oh, yeah
Do you remember barefoot on the lawn with shooting stars
Do you remember loving on the floor in Belsize park
Do you remember dancing in stilettos in the snow
Do you remember you never understood I had to go
By the way, didn't I break your heart?
Please excuse me, I never meant to break your heart
So sorry, I never meant to break your heart
But you broke mine
Kayleigh I just wanna say I'm sorry
But Kayleigh I'm too scared to pick up the phone
To hear you've found another lover
To patch up our broken home
Kayleigh I'm still trying to write that love song
Kayleigh it's more important to me now you're gone
Maybe it will prove that we were right
And it was morning.
And I found myself mourning
For a childhood that I thought had disappeared
I looked out the window,
And I saw a magpie in the rainbow, the rain had gone
I'm not alone, I turned to the mirror,
I saw you, the child, that once loved
The child before they broke his heart,
Our heart, the heart that I believed was lost.
Hey you, surprised? More than surprised,
To find the answers to the questions,
Were always in your own eyes
Do you realize that you could've gone back to her?
But that would only be retraced in all the problems that you ever knew,
So untrue.
For she's got to carry on with her life,
And you've got to carry on with yours
So I see it's me, I can do anything
And I'm still the child,
'Cause the only thing misplaced was direction
And I found direction
There is no Childhood's End
There is no Childhood's End
'Cause you are my childhood friend
'Cause you are my childhood friend
Oh lead me on.
Hey you, you've survived
Now you've arrived,
To be reborn in the shadow of the magpie
Now you realize, that you've got to get out of here
You've found the leading light of destiny,
Burning in the ashes of your memory
You want to change the world
You'd resigned yourself to die a broken rebel,
But that was looking backward
Now you've found the light.
You, the child that once loved,
The child before they broke his heart
Our heart, the heart that I believed was lost
So it's me I see, I can do anything
I'm still the child
'Cause the only thing misplaced was direction, and I found direction
There is no childhood's end
There is no childhood's end
There is no childhood's end
I am your childhood friend
Oh.. lead me on.
(speedy/keen)
Call out the instigators because there's something in the air,
We got to get together sooner or later because the revolutions here,
And you know it's right and you know that it's right.
We have got to get it together.
We have got to get it toggether now
We're together now.
Knock up the streets and houses because there's something in the air,
We got to get together sooner or later 'cos the revoluttions here
And you know it's right and you know that it's right
We have got to get it together
We have got to get it together now
Hand out the arms and ammo
We're gonna blast our way through here
We've got to get together sooner or later becaue the revolutions here
And you know it's right and you know that it's right
We have got to get it together
We have got to get it together now
We have got to get it together now
Now, we're together now, the revolutions here,
(Dick/Simmonds)
Hunched foetal in the corner of my soul
My fingernails are bleeding from climbing up the wall
This time you really hurt me right down to the core
And I'm desperately trying to find a reason to forgive you for it all
I saw your life as a shadowplay
In a trance I was held by the shadowplay
In the spell of the shadowplay
From Celtic illumination
I see the Celtic illumination
The Celtic
I never realized just how far we'd gone
I turned around and all that I saw was distance
Through an anger that burned everytime
That someone mentioned your name
I should have noticed, should have read the signs
We could have talked it out if there was a problem
It wasn't obvious then
But then it isn't really obvious now
I saw your life as a shadowplay
In a trance I was held by the shadowplay
In the spell of the shadowplay
From Celtic illumination
I see the Celtic illumination
The Celtic
I could have changed I could have settled down
I could have been whatever you wanted me to be
If you gave me the chance
But it seems that it's too late for that now
I thought I knew you thought we had it made
I'd thought it out, thought I had the answers
After all is said and done
The only thing I really know is your name
I sit and wait for the shadowplay
Let me in into the world of the shadowplay
I'll follow you to the shadowplay
Through Celtic illumination
Give me the Celtic illumination
Illumination
If I'd only had the patience, if I'd only had the time
If I'd only known the moment when you'd chosen to decide
If I'd only ever listened, if you'd only ever asked
If I'd known it was important, if I'd known it wouldn't last
Run to the magic of, the magic of the shadowplay
Run to the magic of, the magic of the shadowplay
Run to the magic of, the magic of the shadowplay
Run to the magic of, the magic of the shadowplay
Maybe if I'd noticed, maybe if I'd tried
Maybe if I'd worked at it, it never would have died
Maybe I was selfish, maybe I was blind
Maybe I was in the wrong and you were in the right
Run to the magic of, the magic of the shadowplay
Run to the magic of, the magic of the shadowplay
Run to the magic of, the magic of the shadowplay
Run to the magic of, the magic of the shadowplay
Could I have been a better man, was I really all to blame?
Was it me that was the problem, was it me that dealt the pain?
Did you never mean to hurt me, did you only try to show
That you really, truly loved me, that together we're alone
Run to the magic of, the magic of the shadowplay
Run to the magic of, the magic of the shadowplay
Run to the magic of, the magic of the shadowplay
Run to the magic of, the magic of the shadowplay
I see my life as a shadowplay
All around is the magic of shadowplay
In the world of the shadowplay is where I belong
Where all that I feared is how it is and will be
All that was hidden
Now you will see
All I could dream
You'll find now is real
All I could touch
Now you can feel
And the light that I follow
Is where the madness will end
Illumination, illumination
1) vocal under a bloodlight
Last night you said I was cold, untouchable
A lonely piece of action from another town
I just want to be free, I'm happy to be lonely
Can't you stay away?
Just leave me alone with my thoughts.
Just a runaway, just a runaway,
I'm saving myself.
2) passing strangers
Strung out below a necklace of carnival lights
Cold moan, held on the crest of the night
I'm too tired to fight
So now we're passing strangers, at single tables
Still trying to get over,
Still trying to write love songs for passing strangers
All those passing strangers.
And the twinkling lies, all those twinkling lies,
Sparkle with the wet ink on the paper.
3) mylo
Oh I remember toronto when mylo went down,
And we sat and cried on the phone
I never felt so alone,
He was the first of our own
Some of us go down in a blaze of obscurity
Some of us go down in a haze of publicity
The price of infamy, the edge of insanity
Another holiday inn, another temporary home,
And an interviewer threatened me with a microphone,
'talk to me, won't you tell me your stories.'
So I talked about conscience and I talked about pain
And he looked out the window and it started to rain
I thought maybe I've already gone crazy.
So I reached for a bottle and he reached for the door,
And I picked up the sleeping pills crushed on the floor
Inviting me to a casual obscenity.
4) perimeter walk
It would be incredible if we could
Retrace all the times that we lived here
All the collisions
Wasted, I've never been so wasted
I've never been this far out before
Perimeter walk.
There's a presence here.
I feel could have been ancient,
I could have been mystical
There's a presence,
A childhood, my childhood,
My childhood, childhood, a misplaced childhood,
My childhood, a misplaced childhood,
Give it back to me, give it back to me.
A childhood, that childhood, that childhood,
That childhood, that childhood
Oh please give it back to me.
5) threshold
I saw a war widow in a launderette,
Washing the memories from her husband's clothes
She had medals pinned to a threadbare greatcoat
A lump in her throat with cemetery eyes
I see convoys curbcrawling west german autobahns
Trying to pick up a war
They're going to even the score
Oh... I can't take any more
I see black flags on factories,
Soup ladles poised on the lips of the poor
I see children with vacant stares,
Destined for rape in the alleyways
Does anybody care, I can't take any more
Should we say goodbye? hey
I see priests, politicians
The heroes in black plastic body-bags under nations' flags
I see children pleading with outstretched hands,
Drenched in napalm, this is no vietnam
I can't take any more, should we say goodbye,
How can we justify?
1) brief encounter
A spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow
Not the regal creature of border caves
But the poor, misguided directionless
Familiar of some obscure scottish poet
The mist crawls from the canal
Like some primordial phantom of romance
To curl, under a cascade of neon pollen
While I sit tied to the phone like an expectant father
Your carnation will rot in a vase
2) lost weekend
A train sleeps in a siding
The driver guzzles another can of lager
To wash away the memories of a friday night down at the club
She was a wallflower at sixteen
She'll be a wallflower at thirty four
Her mother called her beautiful
Her daddy said "a whore".
3) blue angel
The sky was Bible black in lyon
When I met the magdalene
She was paralysed in a streetlight
She refused to give her name
And a ring of violet bruises
They were pinned upon her arm
Two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led me by the hand
To a room of dancing shadows where all the heartache disappears
And from the glowing tongues of candles I heard her whisper in my ear
"j'entend ton coeur"
"j'entend ton coeur"
I can hear your heart
I can hear your heart
I can hear your heart
4) misplaced rendezvous
It's getting late for scribbling and scratching on the paper
Something's gonna give under this pressure
The cracks are already beginning to show
It's too late
The weekend career girl never boarded the plane
They said this could never happen again
So wrong, so wrong
This time, it's looking like another misplaced rendezvous
This time it seems to be another misplaced rendezvous with you
The parallel of you, you
5) windswept thumb
On the outskirts of nowhere
On the ringroad to somewhere
On the verge of indecision
I'll always take the roundabout way
Waiting on the rain
For I was born with a habit
From a sign
The habit of a windswept thumb
And the sign of the rain
(dick/usher)
Some times I feel I lost something
In gaining everything,
But I can't put my finger on what it was,
It's just one of those nagging feelings,
Like sitting with your back to an open door
Waiting on a favourite stranger.
I find it hard to talk about, it's not easy
As you might expect
Just sitting here waiting, trying to accept
That there's something missing,
That there's something not quite there
And that's why you're sitting there.
Listening to me as I try to explain that
Chorus: you're my favourite stranger
But don't read between the lines,
I could say that I love you at this moment
In passing time,
But I could honestly tell you
I don't know why I'm here,
Sharing all my problems with you
When you've already got your own share,
From favourite strangers.
Maybe it's just I need an audience to
Pretend it's all an act,
But all I gain is your confidence
And a number in a filofax
On the terms that it's a first name
That'll run one day in split champagne
And I'll recollect and just accept
That you were one of my favourite strangers.
(chorus)
Sometimes I know I lost everything
In gaining something,
But I can't put my finger on what it was
Its just one of those nagging feelings
Like sitting with your back to an open door,
He met the world as a Dalkeith boy
Raised from a shaft at Monktonhall
In a well oiled cage that locked away his dreams
An '85 veteran face from the gallery
A ghost from the civil war in the family
He stood his ground on the picket line
'Til all that he was left with were his father's cough
From his mother's eyes
That would hold a tear for the very first time
When the government, they took his job away
Now fist in hand you stand in line
Declare his name and mark his time
To some the only proof that they're alive
He could have been you
He could have been me
He could have been anybody
But he was born lucky
He could have been you
He could have been me
He could have been anybody
But he was born lucky, lucky
He made his first down payment
On a sharp Italian suit
He sewed razor blades into the lapels
See him sweating on the dance floor
Cool dust oozing out of every pore
A hard man with a hard life
That's a story that he'll tell you
Down at Easter Road till his throat is raw
On a Saturday, he knows the score
Till the whistle blows and the tempers
With their colors fade away
He could have been you
He could have been me
He could have been anybody
But he was born lucky
He could have been you
He could have been me
He could have been anybody
But he was born lucky, lucky
On the helipads at Aberdeen
By the platforms, drilling oil rich seas
Where the trawlers are getting fewer every year
By the furnaces at Ravenscraig
By the padlocks holding John Brown's gates
In the desert, in the fields of South Armagh
Where the poppies grow behind the Hampden roar
Behind the drums in Genoa
On the deck that rides a South Atlantic swell
Born to fight out of the tightest corner
You can bet on him with the odds against you
They'll not put him down no matter how they try
Oh, he could have been you
He could have been me
He could have been anybody
But he was born lucky
He could have been you
He could have been me
He could have been anybody
But he was born lucky
He could have been you
He could have been me
He could have been anybody
But he was born lucky
He could have been you
He could have been me
He could have been anybody
But he was born lucky, lucky
He could have been you
He could have been me
He could have been anybody
But he was born lucky
He could have been you
He could have been me
He could have been, he could have been
He could have been lucky
He could have been lucky, lucky
He could have been you
He could have been me
He could have been lucky
There's something I want to ask you before it's too late
It's been on my mind since the first time we met
It scares me now more now there's more at stake
It seems we're so close but we're so far away
What would you do if I got down on my knees to you?
Would you hold it against me? Would you stand me in line?
What would you do if I opened up my heart to you?
Would I just be another who is wasting his time?
Darling, are we just good friends?
Could you turn me down gently? Would I be out of order
If I declared my true feelings? Or do I act out the part
Of the father confessor, of the shoulder to cry on
Well, we're always so close yet we're so far away
What would you do if I got down on my knees to you?
Would you hold it against me? Darling, would you stand me in line?
What would you do if I opened up my heart to you?
Would I just be another who is wasting his time?
Darling, are we just good friends? Alright
Do I really need to ask you? I'm sure that you know by now
Do we just play a game where we try to pretend
That all that's between us is all that's between us
And all we can rely on is being just good friends
What would you do if I got down on my knees to you?
Would you hold it against me? Darling, would you stand me in line?
What would you do if I opened up my heart to you?
Would I just be another who is wasting his time?
Darling, are we just good friends?
So are we left to chance meetings?
Is that all we can depend on?
Resigned to raise glasses
In anonymous cafes
Reciting our failures
As if we really needed that proof of regret
Over what might have and what should have been
Darling, are we just good friends?
What would you do if I got down on my knees to you?
Would you hold it against me? Would you stand in line?
What would you do if I opened up my heart to you?
Would I just be another who is wasting his time?
Darling, are we just good friends?
Are we just good friends?
I saw a blue umbrella in Princes Street Gardens
Heading out west for the Lothian Road
An Evening News stuffed deep in his pocket
Wrapped up in his problems to keep away the cold
Grierson's spirit haunts the dockyards
(Where) the only men working (are on the) documentary crews
Shooting film as the lines get longer
As the seams run out, as the oil runs dry
Hey there laddie, internal exile
When will you (realise) {see that} we've got to let go?
Hey there lassie, internal exile
When will you realise (we've) {you've} got to let go?
Starlings wheeling round Georgian spires
And the fires of Grangemouth burn the skies
A lion sleeps in a tenement close
In the country that's tired and deaf to his roar
Hey there laddie, internal exile
When will you (realise) {see that} we've got to let go?
Hey there lassie, internal exile
When will you realise (we've) {you've} got to let go?
+ {We've got to go now}
+ {Won't you please let us go now?}
+ They bury a wasteland deep in the wilderness
+ Poison the soil and reap the harvest
+ Of blind indifference, greed and apathy
+ Sowed way back in our history
+ The fish are few and the harbours are empty
+ The keels now rot on our oil slicked shores
+ The sheep are gone, the farms deserted
+ (We're) {It's} out of sight and we're out of mind
+ Hey there laddie, internal exile
+ When will you (realise) {see that} we've got to let go?
+ Hey there lassie, internal exile
+ When will you realise (we've) {you've} got to let go?
{We're gonna go now}
{We're gonna go now}
Like our fathers before us we've eyes for America
Dream of a new life on foreign shores
(But) wherever we go we'll always know
That the land we stand on is never our own
Hey there laddie, internal exile
When will you (realise) {see that} we've got to let go?
Hey there lassie, internal exile
When will you realise (we've) {you've} got to let go?
{We're internal exiles}
{We've got to, got to let go}
{We're internal exiles}
{As if we've got to let go}
{We've got to let go}
{We've got to go now}
{Won't you please let us go now?}
{Internal exile}
{Internal exile}
{Won't you please let us go now?}
Dear friend, it's been a long, long while
I've been meaning to write you
But it was never my style
But what is these days now I'm a family man
You blow sincere kisses to mistresses secrets on afternoons
Do you wear your disguises, feign the surprises
At the questions she asks when she dares to accuse?
Does your past lie under the dust sheet
In the corner of a musty garage?
That's where I keep mine now, now I'm a family man
Are your horses still running when the bookies shop close?
Is the band still together, did you ever get on the road?
We chased the same women and we drank the same beer
We came as a pair when we ran around here
How are your these days, now you're a family man?
Buy a drink for the boy in my place at the end of the bar
Give my regards to Nina, slam a tequila
I'll write you at Christmas or I'll send you a card
But if you pass by, you're welcome to drop in and see me
'Cos it's unlikely I'll be round your way
'Cos I'm happy to be where I am, living life as a family man
Do you still have your leathers or did you give them away?
Do you still dream of Joni and sidewalk cafes?
Is your Norton still running, is the old man still alive?
Do you still get to Dalkeith, is your rent still as high?
But I suppose you've a mortgage, now you're a family man
Dear friend, it's been a long, long while
I've been meaning to write you
But it was never my style
But what is these days, now I'm a family man
Now I'm a family man
Washing machine, pinstripe dream stripped the gloss from a beauty queen
Punch and Judy, Judy, Judy
Found our nest in the Daily Express, met the Vicar in a holy vest
Punch and Judy, Punch and Judy
Brought up the children, Church of E, now I vegetate with a color TV
Worst ever thing that happened to me, oh for D-I-V-O-R-C-E
Oh Judy
Whatever happened to pillow fights?
Whatever happened to jeans so tight? Friday nights?
Whatever happened to Lover's lane?
Whatever happened to passion games? Sunday walks in the pouring rain?
Punch, Punch, Punch and Judy
Punch, Punch, Punch
Curling tongs, mogadons
I got a headache baby, don't take so long
Single beds, middle age dread, losing the war in the waistlands spread
Who left the cap off the toothpaste tube, who forgot to flush the loo?
Leave your sweaty socks outside the door
Don't walk across my polished floor.
Oh Judy
Whatever happened to morning smiles?
Whatever happened to wicked wiles? Permissive styles?
Whatever happened to twinkling eyes?
Whatever happened to hard fast drives? Compliments on unnatural size?
Punch, Punch, Punch and Judy
Punch, Punch, Punch
Propping up a bar, family car, sweating out a mortgage as a balding clerk
Punch and Judy
World War Three, suburbanshee, just slip her these pills and I'll be free
No more Judy, Judy, Judy no more
I watch the TV every night
I stay awake by satellite
I hope and pray the nightmares
Stay away today
An oily shroud on a coral reef
A black cloud's hanging over me
When I hit on the remote
The programs stay the same
Credo, credo, credo, credo
An assegai slick with sweat and blood
A shotgun barks at a rabid dog
A shallow grave hugs a highway
Beneath a bleaching sun
When cancer sucks a young girl's breast
When a company chains a young man's soul
When the coal dust stole
My granddad's breath away, one day
Credo, credo, credo, credo
Credo, credo, credo, credo
It don't mean nothin', it don't mean nothin'
It don't mean nothin', it don't mean nothin' to me
A tattered tramp tacks a windy wind
To close a crowded circle a brazier's light
A man becomes a mountain
In the falling snow
A mother screams and a baby cries
The memory gone before the blood has dried
A needle pricks the conscience
To help it fade away
Credo, credo, credo, credo
Credo, credo, credo, credo
It don't mean nothin', it don't mean nothin'
It don't mean nothin', it don't mean nothin' to me
It don't mean nothin', it don't mean nothin'
It don't mean nothin', tell me, it don't mean nothin' to me
The more you scream, the less you hear
Or that's how it used to be
But I just can't tell the difference
Anymore these days
The open lips of an altar boy
A planet spins in a silent void
The options are ever fewer
On the ground these days
Credo, credo, credo, credo
Credo, credo, credo, credo
It don't mean nothin', it don't mean nothin'
It don't mean nothin', it don't, it don't
It don't mean nothin' to me, to me
It don't mean nothin' to me
Credo, credo, credo
I watch the TV every night
I stay awake by satellite
I hope and pray the nightmares
Stay away today
An oily shroud on a coral reef
A black cloud's hanging over me
When I hit on the remote
The programs stay the same
A mother screams and a baby cries
The memory gone before the blood has dried
A needle pricks the conscience
To help it fade away
Don't you fade away
Fade away, fade away, fade away
Don't you fade away, don't you fade away
I am the assassin, with tongue forged from eloquence
I am the assassin, providing your nemesis
On the sacrificial altar to success, my friend
Unleash a stranger from a kiss, my friend
No incantations of remorse, my friend
Unsheath the blade within the voice
My friend, my friend, my friend, my friend
I am the assassin
Who decorates the scarf with the fugi knot
Who camouflaged emotion in the thousand-yard stare
Who gouged the notches in the family tree
Who hypnotized the guilt in career rhythm trance
Assassin, assassin, assassin, assassin
(assassin, my friend.)
Listen as the syllables of slaughter cut with calm precision
Patterned frosty phrases rape your ears and sew the ice incision
Adjectives of annihilation bury the point beyond redemption
Venomous verbs of ruthless candor plagiarize assassins' fervour
Apocalyptic alphabet casting spell, the creed of tempered diction
My friend, your friend, the assassin
A friend in need is a friend that bleeds
Let bitter silence infect the wound
I am the assassin, (your friend)
Assassin
You were a sentimental mercenary in a free-fire zone
Parading a hollywood conscience
You were a fashionable objector with a uniform fetish
Pavlovian slaver at the cash-till ring of success
A non-com observer, I assassin, the collector... defector
So you resigned yourself to failure, my friend
And I emerged the chilling stranger, my friend
To eradicate the problem, my friend
Unsheath the blade within the voice
Within the voice, within the voice
Within the voice
And what do you call assassins who accuse assassins, anyway
Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors
Bell boys checking out the hookers in the bar
Slug-like fingers trace the star-spangled clouds of cocaine on the mirror
The short straw took it's bow
The tell tale tocking of the last cigarette
Marking time in the packet as the whisky sweat
Lies like discarded armour on an unmade bed
And a familiar craving is crawling in his head
And the only sign of life is the ticking of the pen
Introducing characters to memories like old friends
Frantic as a cardiograph scratching out the lines
A fever of confession a catalogue of crime in happy hour
Do you cry in happy hour, do you hide in happy hour,
The pilgrimage to happy hour
New shadows tugging at the corner of his eye
Jostling for attention as the sunlight flares
Through a curtains tear, shuffling it's beams
Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a Blackheath cell
Extinguishing the fires in a private hell
Provoking the heartache to renew the license
Of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule
Propping up the crust of the glitter conscience
Wrapped in the christening shard of a hangover
Baptized in tears from the real, tears from the real
Drowning in the liquid seas on the picadilly line, rat-race
Scuttling through the damp electric labyrinth
(Caress Ophelia's hand with breaststroke ambition)
(An albatross in the marry time tradition)
Sheathed with the Walkman wear the halo of distortion
Aural contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation
(She turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart)
(She hung herself around my neck)
From the time-life guardians in their conscience bubbles
Safe and dry in my sea of troubles
Nine to fives, with suitable ties
Cast adrift as their sideshow
(Sideshow)
Peepshow
(Peepshow)
Stereo hero becalm, be still, bewitch
Drowning, drowning in the real
The thief of Baghdad hides in Islington now
Praying deportation for his sacred cow
A legacy of romance from a twilight world
The dowry of a relative mystery girl
A Vietnamese flower, a dockland union
A mistress of release from a magazine's thighs
Magdalene's contract more than favors
The feeding hands of western promise hold her by the throat
A son of the Swastika of '45, parading a peroxide standard
Graffiti disciples conjure testaments of hatred
Aerosol wands whisper where the searchlights
Trim the barbed wire hedges, this is Brixton chess
A knight for embankments folds his newspaper castle
A creature of habit, begs the boatman's coin
He'll fade with old soldiers in the grease stained roll call
And linger with the heartburn of Good Friday's last supper
Son watches father scan obituary columns
In search of absent school friends
While his generation digests high fiber ignorance
Cowering behind curtains and the taped up, painted windows
Decriminalized genocide
Provided door to door Belsens
Pandora's box of holocausts
Gracefully cruising satellite infested heavens
Waiting, waiting the season of the button
The penultimate migration
Radioactive perfumes for the fashionably
For the terminally insane, insane
Do-do-do you realize
Do-do-do you realize
Do-do-do you realize
This world is totally fugazi
Where are the prophets, where are the visionaries?
Where are the poets to breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary?
Where are the prophets, where are the visionaries?
Where are the poets to breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary?
Where are the prophets, where are the visionaries?
Where are the poets to breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary?
To be the prince of possession, in the gallery of contempt
Suffering your indiscrete discretions, and you ask me to relent
As you accumulate flirtations, with the calculated calmness of the whore
I am the harlequin, with diamonded costume dripping shades of green
I am the harlequin, sense strangers violate my sanctuary, prowl my dreams
Plundering your diaries, I'll steal your thoughts - innocence
Ravaging your letters, unearth your plots - innocence
To don the robes of torquemada, to resurrect the inquisition
And in that tortured subtle manner inflict questions
Within questions within questions
Looking in shades of green through shades of blue
I trust you trust in me to mistrust you
Through the silk-cut haze to the smeared mascara
A forty-watt sun on a courtroom drama
And the coffee stains gather till the pale kimono
Set the wedding rings dancing on the cold linoleum
And accusation's moths that circle around the light
Char their wings in spiral senseless, suicidal flight
Pack our world within a suitcase, hot tears melt this icy palace
And dissolve a crystal swallowed by the night
Looking in shades of green through shades of blue
Read some kerouac and it put me on the track
To burn a little brighter now.
It was something about roman candles fizzin' out,
Shine a little light on me now,
I found a strange fascination with a liquid fixation
Alcohol can thrill me now
It's getting late in the game to show any pride or shame
Burn a little brighter now
Doctor says my liver looks like leaving with my lover,
Need another time out now,
Like any sort of hero turnin' down to zero
Standing out in any crowd
Pulling seventeen with experience and dreams,
Sweating out a happy hour,
When you're hiding twenty nine you know it ain't a crime
To burn a little brighter now, burn a little brighter now
(spoken - doctor:) "and my advice is if you maintain this lifestyle you won't reach thirty"
(torch:) "it's a kind of romantic way to go really, part of the heritage.
It's your round i'n'it? "
We burn a little brighter now
Read some kerouac and it put me on the track to burn a little brighter now
It was something about roman candles fizzin' out,
Shine a little light on me now,
I found a strange fascination with a liquid fixation,
Alcohol thrill me now
Getting late in the game to show any pride or shame
We are led by the light at the end of the tunnel
We are guided by the fires of our burning dreams
We're inspired by our ideals and driven by conscience
To cross what the cynics perceive as naive
We the people want it straight for a change
We the people are getting tired of your games
We the people want the answers laid out on the lines
Better no more of your cheap propaganda
And stop talking tic-tac-toe
We the people fight your arms dealers wars
We the people want our futures secure
We the people want a peace staying all the way
So cut out your message
And take all your talking tic-tac-toe
Everyone needs a symbol of their own, the truth
If you don't know of the reason
Well how can you take a stance in this way
You need to be sure
You need to return to an open door
Taking a lesson from me
Taking a lesson from me
There's something I have to tell you
Before it's too late
There's someone needs a timing
I could be the same
Got to listen to you clearly
Would you understand it all
Would you hold it all together
Do we run up in the bar
Everyone needs someone to listen to
If you don't want to shine on
Could you know it all
And if someone lay before you know it could be true
A voice in the crowd
You came upon a (? )
Just an alibi
Did you have to go do it
Do you feel you want to try
But if you'd only see the reason why (? )
When someone came, someone rose, someone left
I don't know if you could be sure
But you don't understand
And if the days were good
You'll never know the way we planned
And if the time is there for severancing and sentiment
A voice in the crowd
Everything to decide
It's time I came up with some answers before I can carry on
It's time I made my mind up before we can go along
And I thought it was so simple
And I knew that it could be so fine
I know that the places that everything comes
Rose beds scattered across the lawn
Like the squares at waterloo
With the bayonets of thorns repelling
Small children in search of lost tennis balls
Seeing everything and giving their all
I used to be scared of heights
I used to get dizzy
I never felt safe with my feet on the ground
They said that up there the air would be clearer
They said more space and more room to breathe
Everything to the side
I knew that something would happen
It's better off than being alive
I knew the standards decline
I knew that we had to decide
All the places, that's all we'd ever seen
And the place that we thought about
And the road that you travel has never been seen
Rose beds scattered across the lawn
Like the squares of waterloo
With the bayonets of thorns repelling
Small children in search of lost tennis balls
Giving everything and giving it all
I used to think everything was coming up roses
But I couldn't see the weeds that entangled my feet
I couldn't see the trees
'cause my forest was burning
I couldn't see the bridges for the fire in my eyes
They sold me the view from the hill
Sold me the view from the hill
They said that up there the air would be clearer
They said there'd be more space and more room to breathe
I used to be scared of heights
I used to get dizzy
I was flicking through the channels on the tv
On a sunday in milwaukee in the rain
Trying to piece together conversations,
Trying to find out where to lay the blame
But when it comes right down to it there's no use trying to pretend
For when it gets right down to it there's no one here that's left to blame,
Blame it on me, you can blame it on me
We're just sugar mice in the rain
I heard sinatra calling me down through the floorboards
Where you pay a quarter for a partnership in rhyme
To the jukebox crying in the corner
While the waitress is counting out the time
For when it comes right down to it there's no use trying to pretend
For when it gets right down to it there's no one really left to blame,
Blame it on me, you can blame it on me
We're just sugar mice in the rain
I know what I feel, know what I want I know what I am
Daddy took a raincheck
Cos I know what I want, know what I feel I know what I need
Daddy took a raincheck, your daddy took a raincheck
Ain't no one in here that's left to blame but me
Blame it on me, blame it on me
Well the toughest thing that I ever did was talk to the kids on the phone
When I heard them asking questions I knew
That you were all alone, can't you understand that the
Government left me out of work, I just couldn't stand the
Looks on the faces saying what a jerk
So if you want my address it's number one
At the end of the bar
Where I sit with the broken angels clutching at straws and
Nursing the scars, blame it on me, blame it on me
Sugar mice in the rain, your daddy took a raincheck
Is it wrong to talk to myself even when there's nobody else?
I'm just checking out that I'm not gone under the water
Thrown on the beach like a seal ready for slaughter
Can't you understand that the way things were planned
It never worked out so I just went crazy
I took to the drink, like something says "it's maybe"
I ain't got no excuse and that's really the news
Got nothing else to say, that it's my way, it's always my way
I seem to be running away so often
I'll try anything once and that's the way we should be
But it's always the same getting caught up again in a habit,
A habit I just can't shake off
The way it always turned out
Can you understand it's the way I choose to be
Everything seems so easy this way but I'm going under fast,
At that time of the night when streetlights throw crosses
Through window frames, paranoia roams where the shadows reign
Oh, at that time of the night
At that time of the night your senses tangled in some new perfume
Criticism triggers of a loaded room. at that time of the night
So if you ask me how do I feel inside
I could honestly tell you we've been taken on a very long ride
And if my owners let me have some free time some day
With all good intention I would probably run away
Clutching the short straw
At that time of the night when questions rally in an open mind
Summon all your answers with an ice cube chime
At that time of the night.
At that time of the night
Pretend you're off the hook with the telephone
Your confidence wounded in a free fire zone,
Oh, at that time of the night
So if you ask me where do I go from here,
My next destination isn't even really that clear.
So if you join me and get on your knees and pray,
I'll show you salvation we'll take the alternative way
Clutching the short straw
If I had enough money I'd buy a round for that boy over there
A companion in my madness in the mirror the one with the silvery hair.
And if some kind soul could please pick up my tab
Many's the time I've been thinking about changing my ways
But when it gets right down to it it's the same drunken haze
I'm serving a sentence to write life's sentences
It's only when I'm out of it I make sense of this
Just for the record I'm gonna put it down, down
Just for the record I'm gonna change my life around
Just a revolutionary with a pseudonym
Just a bar-room dancer on my final fling
Just another writer paying off my dues
Just finding inspiration, well that's my excuse
Just for the record I'm gonna put it down, down
Just for the record I'm gonna change my life around
Just another empty gesture with an empty glass
Just another comic actor behind a tragic mask,
But I've got no discipline, got no self control
Just a little less painful here when my back's against the wall
It's too late, I found, it's too far, I'm in two minds
Both of them are out of it at the bar
When you say I got a problem that's a certainty
But I can put it all right down to eccentricity
It's just for the record it's just a passing phase
A hand held over a candle in angst-fuelled bravado
A carbon trail scores a moist stretched palm
Trapped in the indecision of another fine menu
And you sit there and ask me to tell you the story so far
This is the story so far
Shuffling your memories dealing your doodles in margins
You scrawl out your poems across a beer-mat or two
And when you declare the point of grave creation
They turn round and ask you to tell them the story so far
This is the story so far
And you listen with a tear in your eye
To their hopes and betrayals and your only reply
Is slàinte mhath
Princes in exile raising the standard drambuie
Parading their anecdotes tired from old campaigns
Holding their own last orders commanding attention
We sit here and listen to all of the story so far
This is the story so far
Take it away, take it away, take it away, take me away
From the dreams on the barbed wire at flanders and bilston glen
From a clydesdale that rusts from the tears of it's broken men
From the realisation that all we've been left behind
Is to stand like our fathers before us in the firing line
Waiting on the whistle to blow, we stand here waiting
On the whistle to blow
They promised us miracles, and the whistle still blows
Broken promises, and the whistle still blows
Storm clouds cruising cross the blue skies
Shadows float across the fields of barley
I find myself an island in an island
I have to sort things out just my way
And all I find is my bar
To laugh to me I say
Like all you know is true
Is for ever time we know it's mine
I saw clouds cruise floating cross the blue sky
Shadows float across the fields of barley
(? )
Everything will come out soon my way
Now I know, I see, I find
It's the only way I ever felt, the way I do today
All I say, I play the game
I know I never could be sure of all the places that I've seen
Clouds cruising cross the blue skies
Shadows float across the fields of barley
Every self an island in an island
Working every problem out my way
Now I see, I feel, I know
It's the only way that anything could sort out to the way
I say you'll find it's out of mind
It's the only way I could have been
It's the only way I stand
I went to morrison's grave at pere lachaise cemetery
The stony flowers and the matching graffiti were guiding me to the steps inside of me
And what will you do if I got down on my knees to you
What will you do if I lied to your face
Could you still hold your dreams
Could you live in your silent face
So what would you do, would you walk right through me
Would you stand in the way like the others before
Get in the way
Would you drink to me next beaujolais day
Tell me the truth, save a prayer for me
I would love to leave you but you would cry all night long
Eternal romantic, victory failed on beaujolais day
I heard a wheelchair whisper across a stale silent gymnasium
Trailing an ivy league jacket like a matador
Through the jitterbug steps of the night before
Through the chalk white chill and the tear fandango
Heading away to the inner wrangle
Do we cry for a cell
Do we need for a sell
What would you do, would you cry for me
Could you set off (? ) could we go gently
Blame it away
Do you really want to head for the open door
Got to crack a bottle while you dream for me
Just an absent friend and a misery
Laying awake do we stay right there
'till beaujolais day
On beaujolais day
So what will you do, would you lie to me?
Would you sit right back in a victory
Would you play for me
Could you die for me
So what would you do, would you walk right through me
Heading away saying it's just another victory
When you're down to the last skin and the
limelight splutters,
to darkness in the death of a zippo (tm).
At the backstage door the last fan has long
disappeared with
a plastic bag stuffed full of memories.
If only you'd signed them, if only to testify, if only
to recognise that he existed.
That for a moment he stood there.
Side by side in the gutter on the hard cold
shoulder of destiny.
(Chorus):
You say never again this is the end and it's all gonna
change you're determined this time.
Year after year you pretend it's for real and it's all
gonna change you're determined this time.
Well happy birthday to me!
When you're the worm in the bottle. Your're the
last one to leave
and there's nowhere to go to. And the minicab driver politely suggests
you go home. If you could only remember, just where that's at, just
where you been, just where it went wrong. You'll eventually find it,
(Chorus):
When you're down to the end line and they're writing you up
and writing you off and it feels just like an obituary.
You feel it's all over. You want to drive on down to the beach
and just keep on swimming. But you're still treading water.
(Chorus):
Where do we go from here?
They're boarding up the synagogues, uzis on a street corner
You can't take a photograph of uzis on a street corner
The dj resigned today, they wouldn't let him have his say
A surface scratched where the needles play, uzis on a street corner
Where do we go from here?
Terror on the rue de st. denis, murder on the periphery
Someone else in someone else's pocket, christ knows I don't know how to stop it
Lay poppies at the cenotaph, the cynics can't afford to laugh,
I heard in on the telegraph there's uzis on a street corner
Where do we go from here?
The more I see the more I hear the more I find the fewer answers
I close my mind, I shut it out but you know it's getting harder
To calm me down, to reason out, to come to terms with what it's all about
I'm uptight, can't sleep at night, I can't pretend everything's alright.
My ideals my sanity, they seem to be deserting me
But to stand up and fight I know we have six million reasons.
They're burning down the synagogues, uzis on a street corner
The heralds of the holocaust, uzis on a street corner
The silence never louder than now, how quickly we forgot our vows,
This resurrection we can't allow, the uzis on a street corner.
Where do we go from here, where do we go from here?
We buy fresh bagels from the corner store
Where swastikas are spat from aerosols
I sit in the bar sipping iced white russians
Trying to score but nobody's pushing
And everyone looks at everyone's faces
Searching for signs and praying for traces
Of a conscience in residence,
Are we sitting on a barbed wire fence, racing the clouds home
Racing the clouds home
We place our faith in human rights
In the paper wars that tie the redtape tight
I know that I would rather be out of this conspiracy
In the gulags and internment camps
Frozen faces in nameless ranks
I know that they would rather be
Standing here besides me chasing the clouds home
You can shut your eyes, you can hide away
It's gonna come back another day
Racing the clouds home, are we racing the clouds home?
When I hit the streets back in '81
Found a heart in the gutter and a poet's crown
I felt barbed wire kisses and icicle tears
Where have I been for all these years?
I saw political intrigue, political lies
Gonna wipe those smiles of self-satisfaction from their eyes
I will wear your white feather, I will carry your white flag
I will swear I have no nation but I'm proud to own my heart
I will wear your white feather, I will carry your white flag
I will swear I have no nation but I'm proud to own my heart
My heart, this is my heart
We don't need no uniforms, we have no disguise
Divided we stand, together we'll rise
We will wear your white feather all the children
We will carry your white flag
We will swear we have no nations Beirut children
But we're proud to own our hearts Jerusalem children
We will wear your white feather Tokyo children
We will carry your white flag Moscow children
We will swear we have no nations Washington children
But we're proud to own our hearts Munich children
These are our hearts Chicago children
These are our hearts Cairo children
You can't take away our hearts
You can't steal our hearts away
I can't walk away I can't walk away
--- "Whiplash" Taken from the Fish Single "A Gentleman's Excuse Me" ---
Hang a left, turn a right, we're driving through the night
We're on the road with Fred
Any time, anywhere, we'll be sure to get you there
That's the road with Fred
With his foot right to the floor, there's a corner coming on,
Whiplash!
He'll overtake anywhere, he doesn't really care
That's the road with Fred
Through rain, and snow, and fog, you sit and pray to God
And place your faith in Fred
You've got to close your eyes, so you'll never get surprised
By whiplash!
(a bridge)
Chew your nails right to the bone, you're on the wrong side of the road
On the right side of Fred
A collision coming on, you pray the brakes are gonna hold
On the road with Fred
A nut is loose behind the wheel, hear that rubber squeal
For whiplash!
Hang a left, turn a right, driving through the night
On the road with Fred
Any time any where, We'll be sure to get you there
On the road with Fred
He's got a mobile telephone, but you pray that no one comes
For whiplash.
When the taxis gather in mock Solemnity
Funeral hearses court the death of virginity
Was it paradise lost or paradise found?
Did we gain respect or were we holding ground?
You had found true love, or so you believed
And the wide boys tattooed your hearts upon their sleeves
So when you think it's time to go
When you think it's time to go
Don't be surprised, the heroes never show
And the patter merchants selling false impressions
Tipping eyes at the waitress with American expressions
Tie angels to the bar with sweet Martini's and their charms
They're lying on every word and every arm
They're turning down their noses to the best lines
And the cheap wines
And the wide boys
I'm a soldier in the forever wars
No photos of a family in my wallet
Got no ID, no credit cards, I don't exist
I never have, I never have
Raised in jungles I quickly learned to read the trees
Schooled in deserts I walk on shifting sands
Neutral shadows, unseen beneath a bed of leaves
I await the call, open frequency to the square go
I want a square go, square go
Square go, square go
My blood is ice, the temperatures rising
My soul a glacier, I move alone
A pilgrim's progress in a shadow world
I learned to sit in silence with my sounds
I want a square go, I want a square go
Square go
Tired of the loser I would be put down
I wanna punch back, fight back
I wanna slash, I wanna knife
I wanna just get back at this world
One day I want a level playing field
I just wanna see the world
Fight the world on my terms
Wanted to fight back
My blood is ice, the temperatures rising
My soul a glacier, I move alone, I move alone
On promenades where drunks propose to lonely arcade mannequins
Where ceremonies pause at the jeweller's shop display
Feigning casual silence in strained romantic interludes
Till they commit themselves to the muted journey home
And the pool player rests on another cue
Last nights hero picking up his dues
A honeymoon gambled on a ricochet
She's staring at the brochures at the holidays
Chalking up a name in your hometown
Standing all your mates to another round
Laughing at the world till the barman wipes away
The warm wet circles
I saw teenage girls like gaudy moths a classroom's shabby butterflies
Flirt in the glow of stranded telephone boxes
Planning white lace weddings from smeared hearts
And token proclamations, rolled from stolen lipsticks
Across the razored webs of glass
Sharing cigarettes with experience with her giggling
Jealous confidantes, she faithfully traces his name
With quick bitten fingers
Through the tears of condensation that'll cry through the night
As the glancing headlights of the last bus kiss adolescence goodbye
In a warm wet circle
Like a mother's kiss on your first broken heart, a warm wet circle
Like a bullethole in central park, a warm wet circle
And I'll always surrender to the warm wet circles
She nervously undressed in the dancing beams of the fidra lighthouse
Giving it all away before it's too late
She'll let a lover's tongue move in a warm wet circle
Giving it all away and showing no shame
She'll take a mother's kiss on her first broken heart
Listen to me
Just hear me out
If I could have your attention
Just quieten down for a voice in the crowd
I get so confused and I don't understand
I know you feel the same way you've always wanted to say
But you don't get the chance
Just a voice in the crowd
I don't know the score anymore
It's not clear anymore
I can't tell right from wrong anymore
I just don't understand
I was sitting here thinking of exchanging a new world for old
Like changing the channels on tv
Or the dirt that we stand in to gold
When I was young
My father told me just bad guys die
At the time just a little white lie
It was one of the first but it hurt me the most
And the truth stung like tears in my eyes
That even the good guys must die
There's no reasoning no crimes and I never knew why
Even now it still makes me cry
If there's somebody up there, could they throw me down a line
Just a little helping hand, just a little understanding
Just some answers to the questions that surround me now
If there's somebody up there, could they throw me down a line
Just a little guiding light to tell wrong from right
Just some answers to the questions that I'm asking you
I keep a vigil in a wilderness of mirrors
Where nothing here is ever what it seems
You stand so close but you never understand it
For all that we see is not all that it seems, am I blind?
And you sit there and talk revolution
But can you tell me just who's in command?
When you tell me the forces we're fighting
Then I'll join you and gladly make plans
But for now only our t-shirts cry freedom
And our voices are gagged by our greed
Our minds are harnessed by knowledge
By the hill and the will to succeed
And if that's not what you believe
Would you just let me know
I'm not standing alone
That I'm not just a voice in the crowd
If there's somebody up there, could they throw me down a line
Just a little helping hand, just a little understanding
Just some answers to the questions that I'm asking you
If there's somebody up there, just throw me down a line
Just a little guiding light to tell wrong from right
Just some answers to the questions that I'm asking you
I'll keep a vigil in a wilderness of mirrors
Where nothing is exactly how it seems
You're reaching out, you're so close you can touch it
But it all disappears when it's always so near
But one day we will find that we stand in the light
Until then I'll keep a vigil in a wilderness of mirrors
Nothing here is ever what it seems
I'm scared to shout in case I draw attention from the powers
That preside over our minds and our lives
When they find what I want is the deadliest weapon, that is truth
Day by day it's getting louder
And day by day it's getting stronger
But when I can't scream no more and I need reassurance,
I listen to the crowd
And the boy stood and stared at the hill
Listen to me just hear me out, if I could have your attention
just quieten down for a voice in the crowd.
I get so confused I don't understand
I know you feel the same way you've always wanted to say
but you don't get the chance, just a voice in the crowd.
I don't know the score anymore; it's not clear anymore
I can't tell right from wrong anymore; I just don't understand.
I was sitting here thinking of exchanging a new world for old
like changing channels on the tv, or the dirt we stand in to gold.
When I was young, my father told me just the bad guys die
at the time just a little white lie
it was one of the first but it hurt me the most
and the truth stung like tears in my eye
that even the good guys must die
there's no reasoning no crimes and I never knew why
even now it still makes me cry.
If there's somebody up there could they throw me down a line
just a little helping hand just a little understanding
just some answers to the questions that surround me now.
If there's somebody up there could they throw me down a line
just a little guiding light to tell wrong from right
just some answers to the questions that I'm asking you
I keep a vigil in a wilderness of mirrors
where nothing here is ever what it seems
you stand so close but you never understand it
for all that we see is not what it seems, am I blind?
And you sit there and talk revolution
but can you tell me just who's in command?
when you tell me the forces we are fighting
then I'll gladly join and make plans
but for now only our t-shirts cry freedom
and our voices are gagged by our greed
our minds are harnessed by knowledge
by the hill and the will to succeed
and if that's not what you believe
would you let me know I'm not standing alone
that I'm not just a voice in the crowd
If there's somebody up there could they throw me down a line
just a little helping hand just a little understanding
just a little understanding to the questions that I'm asking you
If there's somebody up there could they throw me down a line
just a little guiding light to tell wrong from right
just some answers to the questions that I'm asking you
I'll keep a vigil in a wilderness of mirrors
where nothing here is ever what it seems
I'm scared to shout in case I draw attention from the powers
that preside over our minds and our lives
when they find what I want is the deadliest weapon, that is truth
Day by day it's getting louder
and day by day it's getting stronger
but when I can't scream no more and I need reassurance,
I listen to the crowd.
You sit and think that everything is coming up roses
but you can't see the weeds that entangle your feet.
You can't see the wood for the trees cos the forest is burning
and you say it's the smoke in your eyes that's making you cry.
They sold you a view from the hill.
They told you that the view from the hill would be
further than you'd ever seen before.
They sold you a view from the hill.
They sold you a view from the hill.
You were a dancer and a chancer, a poet and a fool
to the royalty of mayhem you were breaking all the rules.
Your decadence outstanding, your hopes flying high.
One eye looking over your shoulder, one on the hill.
You used to say you were scared of heights - you said you got dizzy.
You said you didn't like your feet being to high off the ground,
but they said that up there you'd find the air would be clearer
promised you more space to move and more room to breath.
They sold you a view from the hill.
They told you that the view from the hill would be
further than you'd ever seen before.
You were holding out forever - thought they'd never turn your mind.
Your ideals they were higher than you ever could have climbed.
We thought that they couldn't buy you - the price would be too high
that the riches there on offer they just wouldn't turn your eyes.
But your conscience it was locked up in the prisons of your schemes
your judgement it was blinded by your visions and your dreams
praying and hoping that the view from the hill
is wider than you've ever seen before.
For the view from the hill we held our heads so high (smell the roses)
All the loved ones that you lied to are strangers left behind.
All the ones that really mattered well you stood on as you climbed.
You were holding out forever for your fathers and your peers
holding out for everyone that ever walked in here.
The edge was inside and you rode it all the way.
You were playing the games that you learned yesterday
hanging around like a fool with a name
You are holding your place for the view, the view from the hill.
They sold you the view from the hill.
Look it all for a view from the hill
and you find the views no further than you've seen before.
They sold you the view from the hill.
And you stood and took it all from the view from the hill.
Still as a breath held as a sigh,
still as a heart that denies, the final truth,
the breaking news, on the edge of a
moment where we hope and we
pray that theres still time,
theres always time, time to look
back, time to regret, time to
remember just how we met
Time slips slowly by as I stare at forever
And I wonder if we still have time?
Still after all is said and done,
Still youre the only one to touch my soul
To fill my world, your magic still lingers as it did once upon a time
Would you give me time, could you change your mind?
Let me get on my knees, Im begging you please all I want for you to do is forgive me. Give me one more chance, let me prove to you that I can still be true let me show you that the love we have isnt over, that we still have time.
Let me run to you through an open field youll see me coming,
Ill be scattering crows
Everything keeps changing,
Nothing ever stays the same
Let me run to you through an open field,
Youll see me coming,
