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Back to the Sun
03:30
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We met in the rain
On the night I shot your daddy down
Forgetting the pain
Locking eyes across the bloody ground
I made my mind up
As you helped me dispose of the gun
The dark side had won
I thought we’d wind up twins in sin
And I’d dance you along forever
I’m wrong
You’ve gone back to the sun
All dressed up in black
As you cast away those pastel shades
You relished attack
And the crimson lines a switchblade made
I thought I’d found you
In the rattling breath
Of the dying man at your feet
I thought the sweet sound
Of the dances of death was our song forever
I’m wrong
You’ve gone back to the sun
A streetlight sufficed
To illuminate our words and deeds
We were Auntie and Christ
To the papers that the vermin read
I tried to hold you
In the black and the white
Of my tight embrace for so long
I thought that our dark souls
Would unite in the night and be strong forever
I’m wrong
You’ve gone back to the sun
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2. |
Big Jump
02:20
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Time to make the things you run and scare
Time to leave the signs that say beware
Time to make the things you said go forward
Time for placid moments
Time to place the footfalls next to mine
Time to bring the things you took to there
Time to leave the capsule if you dare
Time to wander aimlessly
But bring the loose threads back to me
Closer to the footfalls next to mine
Time to kill the time and will
The tiny steps around the winding path
That springs the giant leap away
Time to take the story where it goes
Time to leave the games that no one knows
Time to throw the hat beyond the barren patches
Let’s get out of that
And fold the footfalls into mine
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3. |
The Idiots
02:22
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Here we go
Another day
In another decade of madness
We wouldn’t know
We made our way
Through the sad mess that life has made us
They said it wouldn’t last the winter
One year, one time
One of us left frozen out
We may be the fools
The idiots of love
The misery of wisdom lost for now
We could have told
A tale of woe
In a witty and stylish fashion
We could have toed
The line of cynicism
Down the road of bitter passion
One of us won’t last the winter
One year, one time
One of us left frozen out
We may be the fools
The idiots of love
The misery of wisdom lost for now
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4. |
Everything You Said
02:10
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Sometimes the fix that breaks
Somehow the mess we make
Flim-flam we took as read
Kept us awake in bed
How fast the moments rush by
Stuck with the things you can’t buy
We never took that vow
But kept with it anyhow
Some squalid holiday
In some sort of far away
We spent the total fall just
Spunking it all up the wall
The four or five things I don’t know
You said you’d teach me before you go
Stop taking things you see
Except for maybe two or three
A précis of passion spent
On Beaujolais pate and rent
Of course
Of course
Of course
Of course
Of course
Of course
Shop window dressing down
That bright red dressing gown
The sloshed nights on the town
The heart in bits and shards from
Everything you said
Everything you said
Everything and everything and everything and everything and
Everything you said
Everything you said
Everything and everything is written down...
Written down here
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Golden days
Caught in the black and the white
And the greys
Of the faces
You flick through at random
And find me
There behind someone
I stare from the shadows
And love, tears and laughter
Fall beyond memory now
Golden hair
Unter den Linden
On Kaiserbergstrasse
In December
The band swayed us
Over and over
And over your shoulder
I stare from the shadows
And love, tears and laughter
Fall beyond memory now
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6. |
Blue Touchpaper
02:05
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Light blue touchpaper
Retire and wait for
The sound of take-off
Like cartoon capers
We fire off vapours
Around the playpark
Here we go
So follow
Like Apollo in a blazer
Delta-V
Velocity
Athena in a grey skirt
Don’t slow down, don’t turn back
On to the end of the burn.
Combustion chambers
Net thrust and flame bursts
Propel us skywards
From dust we came first
To dust we come last
With bells and dry words
There we go
We grow up
With the whole world on our shoulders
Now we see
That gravity
Won’t be the force that holds us
Don’t slow down, don’t turn back
On to the end of the burn.
Their words detain you
With whys and maybes
And your flight is over soon
This world will chain you
So fly off, baby
Please don’t come back from the moon
Please don’t come back from the moon
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I’ve been taking photographs of traffic
I’ve been taking photographs of signs
I’ve been taking photographs of candles as well
But the photographs of you and your face
Lying there on that afternoon in that place
Are still there to find
Toss a cigarette sideways to break the spell
Now I know that you know that you do it so well
Leave a light on
I’ll be there in time
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8. |
Now
01:57
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Now I’m alive
Now I’m a bouncing baby round the ABC
Now I am five
Now I can see
How all the world won’t spin round me
Now I am grieving for the past
Because the future comes too fast
Now I have dreams
Now I have doubt
Now I have time to work it out
I hear rain falling
And that voice calling
Now now now now
Now now now now
Now now now now
Now now now now
Now I’m in love
Now I delay
Now all I want will come one day
Now I’m above the moral code
Now I’m beneath contempt I know
Now I am cold from freezing time
That melts away in blood and wine
Now I’m too old to try again
Now I’m just waiting for the end
I feel snow falling
And that voice calling
Now now now now
Now now now now
Now now now now
Now now now now
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9. |
The Same Hitlers
03:42
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It’s nothing more than listing
The things that come to mind
A glance at something legendary
Maybe yours or mine
But who’s going to light the candle
Who’s going to make the bed
Who’s going to say the things I couldn’t say instead
We’ll always have
The same hitlers
The sharp immoral cuddles
That kept the speech aloud
The miles that passed in silence
Never covering much ground
But who’s going to light the candle
Who’s going to make the bed
Who’s going to say the things I couldn’t say instead
We’ll always have
The same hitlers
And now we see a shared language
Wither on the vine
And passing through uncertainties
To the place where we mark it fine
But who’s going to light the candle
Who’s going to make the bed
Who’s going to say the things I couldn’t say instead
We’ll always have
The same hitlers
[But not in a fascist way]
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Ours
03:03
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With a withering look
Without needing
Or a head in a book
About something
And all of the things
She said aloud
That cut you in lovely ways
And hang around
And the pleasure was yours
And theirs
And mine
That means it was ours
That means it was ours
With a prominent ‘s’
As pure as ever been sounded
Never need second guess
Because first guess has you surrounded
And posing in fierce
Red boxing gloves
That tell him that you love him
Without a sound
And the pleasure was yours
And theirs
And mine
That means it was ours
That means it was ours
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11. |
I'll Be
03:37
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Well I’ll be damned
And I’ll be a saint
And I’ll be your is
And I’ll be your ain’t
I’ll be your never
I’ll be your maybe
I’ll be your slave
And I’ll be your baby
I’ll be the old house you can haunt
If you want
And I’ll be the telephone
That rings and rings and rings
When you’re alone
And I’ll be the noise
The midnight voice
That rambles on
And chills your bones
I’ll be the shadow on your wall
If you call
And I’ll be the one
And I’ll be no-one
I’ll be the black hole of your sun
I’ll be your furnace
And I’ll be ice
And I’ll be a bastard
And I’ll be nice
And I’ll be a laugh
And I’ll be a weepie
And I’ll be half
And I’ll be completely
I’ll be the dark vice you can flaunt
If you want
And I’ll be your looking glass
That cracks
And shatters in your hands
And I’ll be the bandage wrapped around
Your seven years
Of blood and angst
I’ll be the push before you fall
If you call
And I’ll be the one
And I’ll be no-one
I’ll be the black hole of your sun
And I’ll be your friend
Your pillow at the end
I’ll be the white light leading on
And I’ll be the one
And I’ll be no-one
I’ll be the black hole of your sun.
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Hello there in your tinsel crown
Don’t look round to see the down-and-out
Christmas carol croaking in the red nose snow
One last Noel for the road
Oh well
One more song and I’ll go
Remember when I sang for you
And how I drank December through
And when the Christmas lights exploded
Sang one last Noel for the road
Oh well
One more song and I’ll go
I won’t be here next time you pass
I’ll leave bad wine, a ring, a photograph
I don’t believe the words I sing of peace and hope
One last Noel for the road
Oh well
One more song and I’ll go
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There’s heartache just round every corner
Somebody stole your favourite spurs
Someone’s buried in the desert
Digging through the truth for the lies you prefer
It’s the universal truth of country songs
People get together
Then never get along
Hank got down to his last dollar
Estrella dreams of better things
Every barroom has a story
A white circle where she once wore his ring
It’s the universal truth of country songs
People get together
Then never get along
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14. |
Funland
02:55
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I’ll be on the ghost train
When you take the 5.15
I’ll be in a postcard
Haunting places we have been
Mind how you go
I’ll say goodbye and curse the weather
Go high or low
But you know I’ll be there first
Hold me
In a corner of your memory
Reserved for a time
When you need something to laugh about
It all went by too fast
To take in what it meant
But we were just two boats
That passed along the quiet lake
When summer ended
Fun for a while
But at last the holiday is over
Nothing here was real
Still I loved you in my own deluded way.
Love was a land
We explored, then tried to lose the way back home
Hand in hand
On the promenade of fools
Dancing
With my two left feet akimbo
Caught in the lights
In the ballroom of embarrassment
The limbo of your kiss
Tastes of candyfloss and sweet goodbye
You learn to ride the disappointment
Learn to hide the point of this
In words to deny
That we know the holiday is over
None of this was real
Still I loved you in my own deluded way
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F Newcastle Upon Tyne, UK
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