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Ed Harcourt Album



2003
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3.
4.
The Birds Will Sing For Us
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13.
The Hammer And The Nail
. . .


if i could only see straight
i wouldn't be lonley these days
i'd drag my body out of this place
and every sunday i sleep
and pray that my soul will keep
for i'll sit in the river and let the
water creep

bittersweetheart, bittersweetheart
you've been good to me
bittersweetheart, bittersweetheart
you've been good to me

well i've travelled around the earth
and still i wonder if i'm the first
human being who questions his
worth
and every word that you speak
makes my heart sing when it's weak
for often this outlook on life can be
bleak

bittersweetheart, bittersweetheart
you've been good to me
bittersweetheart, bittersweetheart
you've been good to me

bittersweetheart, bittersweetheart
you've been good to me


. . .


with beady black eyes, the bluebird
has died
it's feathers have dried, it couldn't
survive
from the winter's grasp, nothing
ever lasts
but you and i know, the seasons are
slow
the rivers they froze, the wind
always blows
down all our dreams, the engine's
out of steam

all of your days will be blessed
so put on a smile and get dressed
into the void we will fly away from
here
all of your thoughts will be crowned
you'll be the toast of town
into the view of a million crystal
spheres

pitchfork in my foot, i tried the best i
could
dragging all this wood, with a rusty
old fishhook
to feed the fire and make our blood
flow higher
but i'm a stubborn man, the sun
needs my command
i'm gonna make a stand, condemnd
this twisted land
i'm sure you'd agree, but i can't
leave you see

all of your days will be blessed
so put on a smile and get dressed
into the void we will fly away from
here
all of your thoughts will be crowned
you'll be the toast of town
into the view of a million crystal
spheres

all of your days will be blessed
so put on a smile and get dressed
into the void we will fly away from
here
all of your thoughts will be crowned
you'll be the toast of town
into the view of a million crystal
spheres

but you and i know, the seasons are
slow
the rivers they froze, the wind
always blows
down all our dreams, the engine's
out of steam


. . .


Hey - what`s that sound in the
bathroom
Hey - they`re the voices in my head
Hey - put your money where your
head lays
Hey - never sleep in your bed
Hey - organise random chaos
Hey - sinking deep in the sand
Hey - link your arm to span another
Hey - then you clap your clammy
hands

Creepy crawlies makes the best of
life they can
But Iґm not overwhelmed,
understand?
Days are dropping like a ripe tomato
And baby, Iґve grown into a
different man

Ghost Writer in the heart of the
duplicated system everywhere I look
Ghost Writer makes a start in the
duplicated system with a brand new
hook

Hey Hey - living up a hollow treehole
Hey - making secret documents
Hey Hey - taking pictures of he
suburbs
Hey Hey - you wonder where the
money went
Iґve seen it, heard it all before
Iґve seen it, heard it all before

Creepy crawlies makes the best of
life they can
But Iґm not overwhelmed,
understand?
Days are dropping like a ripe tomato
And baby, Iґve grown into a
different man

Ghost writer in the heart of the
duplicated system everywhere I look
Ghost writer makes a start in the
duplicated system with a brand new
book
Ghost writer in the heart of the
duplicated system everywhere I look
Ghost writer makes a start in the
duplicated system with a brand new
hook...


. . .

The Birds Will Sing For Us

[No lyrics]

. . .


Sister Renee, the jack of all trades
donґt put that hatchet in my back, in
my back
Watch myself fade on the bed that
was made
not by Nurse Ratchet but by you,
yeah by you

Your uniform fits the charm and the
wit
Life on the top floor by my side, by
my side
Iґm down in a pit with nowhere to sit
With a wrought iron door that
separates us....separates

You gave me som poppyseed and we
lay here for hours
Heal these blisters sacred sister
I will miss her so
Heal these blisters sacred sister
I will miss her so

Sister Renee, youґve got it made
moving to a place that is warm, oh
so warm
What can I say, I want you to stay
Iґll touch your face with my fingers
and my thumbs

You gave me some poppyseed and
we lay here for hours
Heal these blisters sacred sister
I will miss her so
Heal these blisters sacred sister
I will miss her so
I will miss her so
I will miss her so
I will miss her so...


. . .


Down in the valley where the river
flows
Thereґs a man with a long black coat
Rain that is falling and clouds that
are black
On the coffin that tries to float

Children they cry
When they look eye to eye
Stay in your home
When the undertaker roams
Your town

The Funeral director is a busy man
He must do the job on time
Tape measures, nails and a
clawhammer beckon him
To bind the wood that binds

Children they cry
When they look eye to eye
Stay in your home
When the undertaker roams
Your town

Blind as a bat
Chain up the soul
Donґt chew the fat
Just hide in a hole

Oh, down in the valley where the
river flows
Thereґs a man with a long black coat
Rain that is falling and the clouds
that char black
On the coffin that starts to float

Children they cry
When they look eye to eye
Stay in your home
When the undertaker roams your
town...

Blind as a bat
Chain up the soul
Donґt chew the fat
Just hide in a hole


. . .


When the clock strikes dead on midnight
Books fly through the hall
All the lampshades turn and rotate
She walks through the wall

With hands in pockets, I search for rockets that might light up the sky
Have become more withdrawn, since I was first born
But i never know why

I see my body float like leaves
Every day I want to breathe
Rap my knuckles till they bleed
A river deep

If I had sharp claws I'd get on all fours
And scratch your back for free
But it's been written, these nails are bitten
I know what I could be.

I see my body float like leaves
Every day I want to breathe
Rap my knuckles till they bleed
A River Deep

. . .


Making an apperance at a club
tonight
Playing some songs that I think are
alright
Iґm not post-modern just a man who
can bark
and bite with teeth that leave a mark
In the winter your eyes are grey
But in the spring they sparkle away
Iґm on a mission to make some
amends
For whilst Iґm gone this might all end

Oh itґs like Iґm part of the jetset
Respectively, I havenґt been that
reckless....yet

Drift through the air like a paper
plane
Rainbow colours pulsate through the
brain
Iґm aware that Iґm speaking but the
words come out wrong
So Iґll put it across in a simple song

Oh itґs like Iґm part of the jetset
Respectively, I havenґt been that
reckless

Never have I been part of any scene
Just remember this: itґs just you and
me
When youґre alone itґs true
I break my bones for you
My soul is constantly beaten black
and blue
Never have I been part of any scene
Just remember this: itґs just you and
me....

Oooooh Jetsetter
Oooooh Jetsetter
Oooooh Jetsetter
Oooooh Jetsetter etc...


. . .


You know it feels nice, watching the
sun come up
and Iґve realised I can never return
Oh babe it feels good, watching the
sun come up
I can attack the day with the will to
burn
And the sky is a picture of violence
Blood red and steely blue
It has beauty that could never be
silenced
Oh yeah it reminds me of you

And if youґre broken down lying face
on the ground itґs too late
For iґve seen it all as the shadows
fall
When the dawn breakes
I could never be beyond repair
I could never be beyond repair

Watching the sun come up

And my hands; they are shaking
Whilst my feet they cannot turn
Itґs all making sense; Iґm finally
taking
Each day with the will to burn
And the sky is a picture of violence
Blood red and steely blue
It has beauty that could never be
silenced
Oh yeah it reminds me of you

And if youґre broken down lying face
on the ground itґs too late
For iґve seen it all as the shadows
fall
When the dawn breakes
I could never be beyond repair
I could never be beyond repair

Watching the sun come up

It all could happen if I want it to (x
4)
It feels nice watching the sun come
up
and Iґve realised I can never return
Babe it feels good watching the sun
come up
I can attack the day with the will to
burn...


. . .


Oh beware of bleeding lung
And bugs that eat their young
The demons in your head
The wolves under your bed
The bones of dinosaurs
Hidden below the floors
They rattle and they shake
And make the sound that

Wakes me up most every night
Breaks me softly, fireflies take flight

The sandman you must trust
He sprinkles golden dust
The howling of the owl
Makes me sleepwalk on clouds
A thousand pianos play
I still hear them the next day
A barrel full of snakes
They make the sound that

Wakes me up most every night
Breaks me softly, fireflies take flight

The thorn that stays so firmly in my side
These fireflies leave me behind

The bones of dinosaurs
Hidden below the floors
They rattle and they shake
And make the sound that

Wakes me up most every night
Breaks me softly, fireflies
Wakes me up most every night
Breaks me softly, fireflies take flight

. . .


oh baby, can't you see
when you get mad at me
your eyes light up your face

oh baby, just admit
if both my wrists were slit
youґd bandage them with style and
grace

and itґs not over
and I donґt think it will be

and we are joined at the hip like
siamese twins
and that's a metaphor for the
feelings that I store

I confess I love you so
I confess I love you so
I confess I love you so,
But you know

with you Iґm never bored
yes ma'am, you strike a chord
that makes me shiver and mumble

Iґm chomping at the bit
I need my daily fix
or my whole world will crumble

and itґs not over
I donґt think it will be

and we are joined at the hip like
siamese twins
and that's a metaphor for the
feelings that I store

I confess I love you so
I confess I love you so
I confess I love you so,
but you know

come wrap your arms around
the man who is back in town
and loves to watch you smile

don't know if I should laugh or cry
with you sleeping by my side
I hear the silence for miles

and itґs not over
I donґt think it will be

and we are joined at the hip like
siamese twins
and that's a metaphor for the
feelings that I store

I confess I love you so
I confess I love you so
I confess I love you so,
but you know


. . .


Take me far away
And make me lose control
For now I need to pray
Think of forgotten souls

Disappear
From every sphere
Watch them high
Then slowly die
Then slowly die

If you shut your eyes
You'll float through the blackest hole
So sure in nighttime sky
You see forgotten souls

Disappear
From every sphere
Watch them high
Then slowly die
Then slowly die
Then slowly die
Then slowly die
Then slowly die

. . .

The Hammer And The Nail

[No lyrics]

. . .


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