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Cindy writes a paragraph
Says time is passing But the bubbles in her heart are everlasting Yeah she gave her life to art And who could blame her It's pretty major Fraught with danger and stuff Like that Oh Mighty engine Of good intention You're purring softly beside me Grinding gently inside me Tapping totally madly For you Says the plot is getting strange It's taken over And the hero's run away And no one told her But she can't control the page It's taken over There's people dying, semi colons crying And full stops finding fault O what a dolt Cindy writes of kerosene And broken bottles Says the troubles were a part of someone's childhood But she can't get past the point Where someone's dying It's pretty minor A pithy liner should sort it out But he won't die He just mucks about Oh it's so hard Now we've broken out the gin It helps her thinking And given into sin We're breathing deeply But something's on her mind A chapter stirring Her mind is whirling And off she trots To tap her keys to the top Oh she's off Mighty engine Of good intention |
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You're drinking on your own
Running for the coast Running from those ghosts Running away girl With one eye to your past I see you took the stance That now you've got the chance You might as well just dance Go skies and thrones and wings And poetry and things I think your doing fine Don't offer me a line I only want a cup of tea Oh go on then just one But i really I can't stay long I love the way you shake but you've lost a little weight Yeah you've lost a little weight See you tomorrow Same time same place Mothers little helper is running for her shelter And no one wants to know Love dead as doornail Patient unstirred At least that's what they said She's gone away for good She's really made a meal And blown the record deal She's blown the record deal See you to morrow Same time same place |
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I'm counting all the steps right back to you
Little twig, you are a fig Ment of me Or is it you Your bicycle makes trouble for us all Got no brakes You got the shakes And little boys well they drop their toys When you fly past..yes they do The art of living well is not just choice It's down to luck and often who you .. Trust Oh little twig you do trust well, You do trust well Seagulls on the roof Have kept me wide-awake and pale In case I fail To sleep again To dream of you To take my turn on some thing new Mudguard in a flap and chain is slack Tyres are flat Oh little twig you rattle past Like a can of nails on an angels tail Yes you do Sunday morning papers say you failed To make it through Oh little twig Can this be true? Can this be true? Can this be true? |
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Sturdy and bright
Oh giver of life Are you witless or wise? Government warning This lover may bore you Tattooed to my back Tenements fell from the skies When love lights fell from your eyes Flags flying high Weary patient may rise I don't think so no I don't think so at all Chasing the cars Down around marble arch A memory to far Once lost in your eyes Now caught between thighs Should we ask for the bill? Never did get to the edge Never jumped no my life carried on Flags flying high Weary patient may rise I don't think so no I don't think so at all Should I give you my head? My kidney My bed Should I run far way Those ghost in your eyes Well they cry when you smile And it's hard to be near Tenements fell from the skies When love lights fell from your eyes Flags flying high Weary patient may rise I don't think so no I don't think so at all |
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Try to get the colours right
And I'll paint you face she said Cos life is on the outside babe And you got to try and get it right Buy a ten-dollar camera Take a picture of everyone Cos people change Yeah they change Changing everyday And I don't want to be the one that you don't recognise I don't want to be the one that's left behind Got a broken car yeah got a selfish heart Running down the road With a jukebox in my head Funny how I got to here I don't remember how I just want to live somewhere where the air is sweet and clear And I don't want to be the one that you don't recognise I don't want to be the one that's left behind |
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Find the time to see everyone
You will soon see the good in everything |
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Shabby boy's kept you up all night
Oh sentimental drinkers Sing songs that end in fights about fights And they'll swear to you That they just can't help it That poem in their head That painting of your bed It must out Does time stand still when you cross the room Oh surely it must do When they write a song That goes on, and on about you Does your golden hair, fall in waves No mention of a spot, Tantrum or tooth rot No not for them Just pearly smiles and Mona Lisa wiles For your coterie of stars Your barrel of charlatans Celebrate, and they will venerate Hold their heads in the morning glare For with some faint praise They will hold you gaze And dedicate It all to you Yeah dedicate it all to you Oh you live you life In black and white No subtlety for you No mercy for the muse It's true Come in again number 10 Your army of typewriters Your consequence of biters Won't last long And life will burden you not Love will carry on with a thrust And they'll swear to you That they just can't help it That poem in their head That painting of your bed It must out Celebrate, and they will venerate Hold their heads in the morning glare For with some faint praise They will hold you gaze And dedicate It all to you Yeah dedicate it all to you |
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Knock on the door
It's early morning Man in a suit says he wants to talk to me About the big JC Who the feck is he? Says he was a man just like you and me Oh woopeee dee I don't like his suit And I don't like his tie I don't like the fact he's so happy It can't be for me The big JC Sometimes the wheels fall off Sometimes you can't get up Sometimes I just sit and think And I don't talk much Sometimes the world moves fast Sometimes you can't keep up Sometimes I just sit and think But I don't think much Boy on the pavement He's looking a picture He looks like the eighties Oh why did it happen to me? Twice in a life time now Twice in a life time lord Spent my teenage years tryna not look like Somebody like him What can you do Shoulderpads and belts Morten Harket in tights Oh I'm sorry they're jeans How dya get them on Will they ever come off? Will they ever come off Sometimes the wheels fall off Sometimes you can't get up Sometimes I just sit and think And I don't talk much Sometimes the world moves fast Sometimes you can't keep up Sometimes I just sit and think But I don't think much Knock on the door It's early evening It's dangerous Dave He's come to break my house Cos he's a dangerous sod But I like him a lot And we talk about music and we talk about friends Before we realise that we don't know Much about either of them That's the way things are Between dave and me Shoulderpads and belts Morten Harket in tights Oh I'm sorry they're jeans How dya get them on Will they ever come off? Will they ever come off Sometimes the wheels fall off Sometimes you can't get up Sometimes I just sit and think And I don't talk much Sometimes the world moves fast Sometimes you can't keep up Sometimes I just sit and think But I don't think much |
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Did you see her running down the hill
Away from love Away from me Oh queen Marie you always were the one Who had the time to say no What did you say hey hey girl You ask me where the angels live I said I suppose they always hang in bars Talking to the crazy folk Dancing with the devils in their bright new clothes What did you say hey hey girl Yeah see you some time From London to the Ireland coast This is the land I love, I love the most If you see me underneath the light On the ground Or in a fight Don't pass me by What did you say hey hey girl Yeah see you some time |
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Butterfly, flap your wings
For somewhere in the nighttime sings A firefly burning bright For you For you tonight Maybe when the wild geese fly Across the great bruised sky Maybe when the first snows fall Your lover Your lover may call |
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A subtle shift in the way she smiles
A subtle look and the whole world cries But I got two heads to live today I got two hearts to give away To the rescue babe They're coming far from here Down among the pines They're coming far from here I'll see you some time Some day when the weathers fine See you some time Gentle heart never hurt a soul You live in trust and you learn to love In silent darkness I hold your hand I don't get much but I get the way she rolls To the rescue babe They're coming far from here Down among the pines They're coming far from here I'll see you some time Some day when the weathers fine See you some time But I got two heads to live today I got two hearts to give away And I won't trust a love that is I wont trust a love that is not blind To the rescue babe They're coming far from here Down among the pines They're coming far from here I'll see you some time Some day when the weathers fine See you some time |
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Sitting on my own girl
I've had time to grow a beard for you Hiding out in cars I've been tryna find a way back home to you Thease California stars girl They've been hanging out for you Cos I know that you'll love the man Whose follicles are growing just for you Could you find a job for someone Who don't know the first thing I could sit on the fence Learn self-defence I could watch some telly And get real smelly Oh I don't know I could fight a battle Yeah shake my rattle I could sleep I s'pose Get bellicose Oh I don't know I could dream of rainbows Melting ice flows I could squeeze a melon Commit a felon Oh I don't know I could meditate I could mediate I could pilorise I could plagiarize Oh I don't know I could get in training To be amazing I could tie myself up I could set myself free Sitting on my own girl I've had time to grow a beard for you Hiding out in cars I've been tryna find a way back home to you Thease California stars girl They've been hanging out for you Cos I know that you'll love the man Whose follicles are growing just for you |
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