Bluetones - Return To The Last Chance Saloon (1998) by Bluetones (보컬) on maniadb.com

One more day in the valley, then I’m free to roam.
One more night of insect bites and beating myself to a foam.
But that’s the way it goes, I suppose.
Everything that you taught me was all I’ve ever known.
We took this ride side by side, but guess what, I got off alone.
And that’s the way it goes, I suppose.
And that’s the way it goes.
But then again, who really knows?
When I walk into this room, I turn to stone.
In this place that gave me sleep, that once upon a time I called home.
And that’s the way it goes, I suppose.
And that’s the way it goes.
But then again, who really knows?

Monday; count all the teeth in my head.
Tuesday; anointed by a man in a dress.
It’s more than just a question of time.
It’s more a question of reason and a rhyme.
Wednesday; got hitched just like a good boy should.
Thursday and Friday didn’t feel so good.
On Saturday I said my goodbyes.
On Sunday I’m food for the worms and the flies.
Pack up your troubles now, take all you can carry.
On your way, your way, just remember this time, you know, you’ve only got seven days.
It’s more than just a question of time.
It’s more a question of reason and a rhyme.
Pack up your troubles now, take all you can carry.
On your way, your way, just remember this time, you know, you’ve only got seven days.

Land of the free.
Home of the brave.
Those who can’t afford it wanna be deported.
These liberties were never meant for me.
Now I can afford it, I wanna be deported.
The eagle opens her wings.
She circles over and sings:
“Fall under my shadow.”
“Fall under me.”
I left but she found me again.
Threw borders around me again.
Smothered and drowned me again.
Walks the walk, talks the talk.
I fake it and smile, live in denial.
And I bleed and I ache, I’m barely awake.
The eagle opens her wings.
She circles over and sings:
“Fall under my shadow.”
“Fall under me.”

I don’t care much for tradition, and I know you’ll be leaving one day.
I can’t promise that I’ll ever be the one.
But if you’ll love me till Monday.
Let’s Seran Wrap for the weekend, and see who comes up for air first.
We can go and break some windows.
And run and run until our chests were fit to burst.
Forget we ever said the words:
“The future is dead.”
That’s what you said.
It’s all in your head.
You see, not mine, I’m fine, I’m alive, I’ve arrived.
We thought we could make a difference, and be remembered when the Pyramids are dust.
But we’ve had to learn that these bridges that we build can be as fragile as a loved one’s trust.
“The future is dead.”
That’s what you said.
It’s all in your head.
You see, not mine, I’m fine, I’m alive, I’ve arrived.
Here comes my everything.
This is my everything.
There goes my everything.
Bye bye my love.
“The future is dead.”
That’s what you said.
It’s all in your head.
You see, not mine, I’m fine, I’m alive, I’ve arrived.
“The future is dead.”
That’s what you said.
It’s all in your head.
You see, not mine, I’m fine, I’m alive, I’ve arrived.
Let’s forget about the questions.
We’ve been dragging round for years.
Let’s clear this smokey air between us.
Then say goodbye, and shed no tears.

I know it’s getting late.
But if you’d like to talk a little more.
Well that’s alright with me.
I’m feeling kinda tired.
But it ain’t exactly beating down my door.
Now just why could this be?
And I know I shouldn’t say.
But you’ve been acting strange the last few days.
And this has made me think.
Your pills have cost too much.
And you can’t feel them working any more.
So pour them down the sink.
And listen to me.
All you’ve gotta do is baby kick off your shoes and lay down.
Climb up here with me and let’s forget about sleep, and lay down.
Why hide your face from me?
Why turn away?
All I wanna do is pull you closer and say:
I’m feeling kinda tired.
But it ain’t exactly beating down my door.
Now just why could this be?
Will you listen to me?
All you’ve gotta do is baby kick off your shoes and lay down.
Climb up here with me and let’s forget about sleep, just lay down with me.
Lay down next to me.
Lay down with me.
I know I shouldn’t say.
But you’ve been acting strange the last few days.
And this has made me think, you know it got me thinking.
Your pills have cost too much.
And you can’t feel them working any more.
So pour them all right down the sink.

If you get out before September, remember that I’m still inside,
but I’m dry, I’m dry.
And you,
when you try to make a difference,
you’re so different.
And then I try,
and just die, I die.
You know that I need you
more than I want ya,
but I want ya for all time.
So I’m, I guess on the line.

It’s all that I can do
to sing these stupid songs to you.
I give up half my time
just trying to think up words that rhyme.
I ain’t getting any younger,
but you wouldn’t know.
So it’s on with the show.

Sometimes a smoke, a drink,
and a ponder can work wonders
when you’re down.
Takes your frown,
turns it round, around.
And you when you try
to make a difference,
you’re no different
than when I try, and just die, I die.

And now that your daydream is
forgotten and forgiven,
and the world has been saved,
be brave.

It’s all that I can do
to sing these stupid songs to you.
I give up half my time
just trying to think up words that rhyme.
I ain’t getting any younger,
but you wouldn’t know.
Cause I walk in shadow.

And I never ever really show my face.
But I’m only ever seen
in the right place.

Please, your sympathy’s not what I crave.
Nor judgement on how I behave.
Or to wake up beside you today.
Try as I do to let somebody in.
Well I never know where to begin.
It’s just a sweet word and on to the next thing.
But whenever I hear your name a mist comes down over my eyes.
The burden of hiding my shame, it grows weak and eventually dies.
Then it dies.
And what can I say, if confession won’t send them away?
These demons inside are refusing to die.
I hope against hope, but they stay.
And I’ll disprove all that you’ve heard.
The shortcomings of all their long words.
Chattering of little birds.
Now, hormonal suppression kicks in, and I’m lost in the scent of your skin.
And it hits like a left to the chin.
But whenever truth starts to ring a mist comes down over my eyes.
The pain and the guilt that it brings loses faith in its host and then dies.
Then it dies.
But whenever I hear your name a mist comes down over my eyes.
The burden of hiding my shame, it grows weak and eventually dies.
Then it dies.
And what can I say, if confession won’t send them away?
These demons inside are refusing to die.
I hope against hope, but they stay.
But they stay.
Stay.

You refuse to leave the house.
Not chancing stepping out.
The air seems so unclean.
Away from judging eyes, that seem to pierce the night.
You’d rather not be seen.
Well I’m the same as you, I like to stay here too.
Say you’ll have me, have me.
Maybe the sky will fall.
On us.
And maybe kill us all.
No fuss.
Or just the very tall.
And if your special needs require a special means, could I help you see them through?
’Cause I’m the same as you, I like to stay here too.
Say you’ll have me, have me.
Maybe the sky will fall.
On us.
And maybe kill us all.
No fuss.
Or just the very tall.
If you can hear me, let me in.
Say you’ll have me, have me.
Maybe the sky will fall.
On us.
And maybe kill us all.
No fuss.
Or just the very tall.
If you can hear me, let me in.

Indecision is a curious thing, it can turn your charity into sin.
Hesitation or the blink of an eye can make your truth feel just like a lie.
What if you were raised to feel naturally grateful, guilty?
What if you were raised to feel naturally grateful?
Repetition as a way of life, it’s a safe way out but a long hard fight.
Isolation is a means to an end, it’s amazing how fast you’ll forget your friends.
What if you don’t have what it takes to be humble, worthy?
What if you don’t have what it takes to be humble?
Feed your head, save your breath, because one of these days, because one of these days.
Why must I feel I’m the one who must show you the way, who must show you the way?
Feed your head, save your breath, because one of these days you might need it.
Why must I feel I’m the one who must show you to make you believe it?
Any fool can see that I’m a bad example.
If the only advice I bring is to chew on your food and save your string.
Maybe I don’t have what it takes to be humble, worthy.
Maybe I don’t have what it takes to be humble.
Feed your head, save your breath because one of these days you might need it.
Why must I feel I’m the one who must show you to make you believe it?
Feed your head, save your breath because one of these days, because one of these days.
Why must I feel I’m the one who must show you to make you believe it?
To make you believe.

Well you gotta come down to the reservoir.
I don’t care who the hell you are.
If you’re a moving violation or a movie star, you’re welcome round here now.
If you’re an untamed youth or an uncouth dame.
You’ve got little letters after but can’t spell your name.
I really don’t care to me you’re the same, if you’re hanging round here now.
Then you can see how strangely quiet we all are.
At the reservoir.
You’ve gotta come down to the reservoir.
I don’t care who you say you are.
If you’re a washed-up bum or a gay bourgeious, you’re welcome round here now.
’Cause at the water’s edge we can all lie down and someone can run and get drinks from the town.
But make them sweet for my friends these clowns who hang around me now.
You need your medicine to help the sugar down.
So you stick around.
You need your medicine to help the sugar down.
So stick around.
So good to see ya.
I know the name but not the face.
And if you’re looking for action, baby, this ain’t the place, yeah.
So good to see ya.
You’ve done something different with your hair.
Leave your inhibitions at home, and your flick-knife over there.
You gotta come down to the reservoir.
I don’t care who you say you are.
If you’re a moving violation or a movie star, you’re welcome round here now.
’Cause at the water’s edge we can all lie down, and someone can run and get drinks from the town.
But make them sweet for my friends these clowns who hang around me now.
Then you can see how strangely quiet we all are.
At the reservoir.
The reservoir.

I heard that you were dead, dead before you hit the ground.
I heard that you were taken, and your body was never found.
I heard that you were blistered by the sun’s burning rays.
I know that something’s wrong, you’ve not been round for days.
I heard a vicious rumour that you’d gone and lost your head.
Some said that your brain was sick, some said that it was dead.
You’ve always been so fragile.
Brittle to the touch.
Though I never knew you, I miss you oh so much.
I heard that you were dead, dead before you hit the floor.
It came as no surprise to me, you’ve done this kind of thing before.
It was over in a moment, you passed without a sound.
I know that you were shackled, but now you are unbound.
I heard that you were dead, dead before you hit the ground.
I never said goodbye.
And now I’m left to think about why, why you left me on the line.
I called you up but no reply.
I heard that you were dead, dead before you hit the ground.
I never said goodbye.
And now I’m left to think about why, why I couldn’t let you know.
I’ve never seen an angel fly so low.
I never said goodbye.
And now I’m left to think about why, why I couldn’t let you know.
I’ve never seen an angel fly so low.

Broken star, stay awake.
Stay awake, and shine for me.
Broken star, stay awake.
Stay awake.
Light the road before me
At the end of the day, I’ll be losing my way.
So I look to you and I say:
Yeah, yeah.
Broken star, stay awake.
Stay awake, and shine for me.
Broken star, stay awake.
Stay awake.
Light the road before me.
Such a wonderful glow, from a long time ago.
And far far away.
Diamonds and silver pouring from your gaping head.
Bathe me in silhouette though I know you’re already dead.
Broken star, stay awake.
Stay awake, and shine for me.
Broken star, stay awake.
Stay awake.
Light the road before me.
As the sparks start to fly, I look up to the sky, and hold you in my eye.
Smile down from heaven as we dismiss all we learn.
Fixed to the spot whilst all around the universe turns.