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Among the headstones you played as boys
Crypts and tombs like a roomful of toys
Just up the river from the smoke and the noise
Gethsemane
And there’s war-whoops and secret signs in the trees
Estuary smells coming up on the breeze
O perfect endless days like these
O Gethsemane
Sailboat on the Cadie, pushbike on the quay
In your eyes there’s fire, in your hand destiny
‘O be something, be something fine!’
Just down the river, into the noise and the smoke
Being daring with the staring, uncaring folk
Who laugh with you, laugh at you, you’ll never get the joke
Gethsemane
And they broke your spirit there in the marines
Flushed your head down in the latrines
Frozen in your sacrement, derailed in your teens
Never saw the enemy
And those bosses betrayed, soon let you go
The fire in your eyes, how could they know
‘O be something, be something fine!’
Now you’ve got your own boys, hell bent for leather
Dead before they’re 18, or bitter old men forever
They never saw the halo moon rise over the river
Of Gethsemane
Now there’s a pain in your head puts lead in your shoes
Better get it seen to, it’s going to be bad news
How did the perfect world get so confused
O Gethsemane
Who sucked out the freedom, days without end
Under the weight of it all you must bend
‘O be something, be something fine!’
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O sweet Rosie Lee
Like a sister to me
But you thought I was playing you smart
Jealous Words
Won't lie still
In my heart
You saw us there dancing
And you thought us romancing
Suspicion has ripped us apart
With your interpretation
On my reputation
You blinded yourself to the truth
To add some more weight
To your ramblings of late
Well, dear won't you bring us some proof
How you cursed and you cried
As you locked me outside
You said I was bad from the start
How your father abused
And your mother accused
They said I was acting a part
O I knew when we met
You'd never forget
Each pothole and bump in the road
And if I left your side
What a blow to your pride
You're that better than me, I suppose
O the doubt in me's growing
And it hurts me just knowing
Another night's sleep will depart
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Don't mind me, friend of a friend
Bent the key to my lost weekend
Don't mind me, along for the ride
Diz the Gasman says it's all right
I'll Tag Along
And get a taste of things
And flap my little wings
I'll Tag Along
You could be my kind of crowd
Little bit edgy, little bit loud
I test the water, I feel the heat
Before I jump in with both feet
I'll Tag Along
I'll keep out of your hair
You'll hardly know I'm there
I'll Tag Along
Love those swirly whirly lights
Love that girl with the rips down her tights
Might have to hurl when the Molotov bites
I'll Tag Along
I didn't do it, it wasn't me
I was right at the back, invisible, see?
I'm 100 per cent, and that's a fact
You can ask Diz , I'll be right back
I'll Tag Along
And get a taste of things
And flap my little wings
I'll Tag Along
Light fantastic, pop a few
My brain's elastic, appetite too
Cash or plastic? I'd kill for the loo
I'll Tag Along
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Now I remember the promise I gave you
The night I shipped out as a peace volunteer
As we sat holding hands in the Lamb and Flag tavern
I swore I'd be back for you same time next year
But I killed a man in a Brazzaville street fight
I tried to hold back, but he taunted me so
5 years till they freed me from that Brazzaville prison
Out of boredom or pity, I never will know
Now I bear the stain
The scar on my name
I never can go back again
There's a love you can't survive
And it burns you up inside
I sailed my boat into New Orleans harbour
Tied up at the jetty, as bold as you please
With a half-ton of charlie built in to the bulkhead
Right under the noses of all them police
Now here I sit in my house on the mountain
King of the clouds and all I survey
There's women who are willing, and the law can't touch me
Yours is the one face that won't go away
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One door opens, another shuts behind
One sun sets and another sun she rises
Love comes to you in old familiar ways
Love comes to you in shadows and disguises
She may quit you, she may forsake you
Drift away like a phantom in a fever
Who walks in to your heart of solitude
Who walks into the lair of the deceiver
They say it was my turn
They say I had it coming
They say that's what you earn
For living through a lie
If I could have my way
I'd leave it all tomorrow
There's sorrow if I stay
I've other fish to fry
When love breaks like a precious string of pearls
A thousand memories, they roll away and scatter
Make believe that there's ice runs through my veins
Shrug my shoulders, as if it doesn't matter
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Let's love
what's left
Last Dance
First Breath
New friends
Hard won
Old hearts
Shine on
The frost is cruel
And fades the sign
On that little place
That I call mine
Let's love
what's left
Like new born
First breath
Old stars
New shine
Old cup
New wine
Sun rise
Moon glow
Someday
We'll know
Inch by inch
Word by word
The lock is sprung
That caged the bird
Let's love
What's left
Last dance
First breath
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Is this the togetherness she meant - so rosy
I thought we'd share a continent - so cosy
I thought love's passions really
Would be more touchy-feely
She said it was Destiny
She said it was written somewhere
But if it was destiny
Why am I over here and she's over there
She said it was in the stars
Something that just had to be
But Venus aligned with Mars
Always really takes it out of me
O I'm not proud of my deceit - you know that
To come so near and then retreat - you know that
One beat before I fell
Somewhere I heard a bell - ring, ring
She said it was Destiny
She said it was written somewhere
But if it was destiny
Why am I over here and she's over there
There's clouds across my crystal ball - too misty
Was I too quick to give it all - when she kissed me
She's thrown a net on me
Razor wire geometry
She said it was Destiny
She said it was written somewhere
But if it was destiny
Why am I over here and she's over there
She said it was in the stars
Something that just had to be
But Venus aligned with Mars
Always really takes it out of me
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I wish you well
And darling keep in touch
And if he loves you
I hope he loves you as much
It's just my fantasy
You leaving him for me
I've Got No Right To Have It All
Life's little gifts
I know I've had my share
And for a while
I know I had you there
Who carries the pain
For me to love again
I've Got No Right To Have It All
If time stopped in it's tracks
Is that what paradise might be
I'll cling like a drowning man
To my driftwood piece of memory
And where's the peace of mind
Among the debris left behind
This is the point
Where we act crazy or sane
We walk away now
Never to embrace again
I'll say God bless
And wish you happiness
I've Got No Right To Have It All
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My screenplay's on the block
My Tuscan villa's in hock
To Mister Pearly Jim
My wife and kids have scrammed
They say my phone is jammed
By Mister Pearly Jim
He dresses up in rags
He's mister money bags
They call him Pearly Jim
He'll show you Paradise
At least some place quite nice
They call him Pearly Jim
Why did you wait so long?
Can you help him sing his song?
'Alms for the poor,
Alms for the poor'
We need ketchup on our bangers and mash
This self-denial brings us out in a rash
I'm rolling dice for gin
I'm getting sliced too thin
By Mister Pearly Jim
I mortgaged my des. res
He needs a boost, he says
Does Mister Pearly Jim
He's got a compound down
The balmy side of town
The guards'll give you shits
He's got a pearly suit
For every new recruit
You'll feel so thrilled to bits
When he grits that pearly smile
Will you go that extra mile?
'Alms for the poor
Alms for the poor'
Chairman Mao's got a whole lot of thoughts
And R.D.Laing's got me tied up in knots
Does your conscience ever scream
Between the chaos and the dream
'Alms for the poor
Alms for the poor'
To save time just pay us here on the street
The whole universe will be our receipt
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I must leave this tainted place
Of slow and hidden pain
By all and any means
All the past I shall erase
And never look again
On child's memories
If you'll have me, truly have me
Word Unspoken, Sight Unseen
I'm new-born to be your lover
Word Unspoken, Sight Unseen
Take my trophies from the rack.
The medals from my chest
The walls wash clean
All my life is on my back
And swiftness suits me best
I'm travelling lean
So I come to you a shell
Make of me what you must
And I shall bend
What you need I cannot tell
But I shall sweep the dust
And patch and mend
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God never listened to Charlie Parker
Charlie Parker lived in vain
Blasphemer, womanizer
Let a needle numb his brain
Wash away his "Monkey Music"
Damn his demons, damn his pain
What's the point of Albert Einstein?
What do we need physics for?
Heresy's his inspiration
Which side was he working for?
Curse his devious mathematics
Curse his deadly atom war
There's a message on the wind
Calling me to glory somewhere
There are signs too deep for the dumb
Like perfume in the air
And when I get to heaven
I won't realize that I'm there
Shakespeare, Isaac Newton
Small ideas for little boys
Add them to the senseless chatter
Add them to the background noise
Hard to hear my oratory
Hard to hear my inner voice
Van Gogh, Botticelli
Scraping paint onto a board
Color is the fuel of madness
That's no way to praise the Lord
Gray's the color of the pious
Knelt upon the misericord
There's a message on the wind
Calling me to glory somewhere
There are signs too deep for the dumb
Like perfume in the air
And when I get to heaven
I won't realize I'm there
I'm familiar with the cover
I don't need to read the book
I police the world of action
Inside's where I never look
Got no time to help the worthless
Lotus-eaters, mandarins, crooks
There's a message on the wind
Calling me to glory somewhere
There are signs too deep for the dumb
Like perfume in the air
And when I get to heaven
I won't realize that I'm there
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He said, Dear, I'm leaving, right there in the hallway
As the party roared on all around
And her head wouldn't turn, O she couldn't look at him
In a whirlpool she quietly drowned
And she said to herself, I won't cry, I won't grieve
But I'll laugh and I'll flow with the wine
With the fast love of strangers we'll sing Sweet Bye and Bye
Happy Days and Auld Lang Syne
How I wish I knew
All the old songs they're singing
Such comfort they're bringing
To a heart that's as empty as mine
O it lifts you so high
Does the Sweet Bye and Bye
Happy Days and Auld Lang Syne
And she said, I'll be wearing my smile like a mask
And I'll care for each stranger I kiss
And no-one will know that I'm wounded and cheated
So close to my moment of bliss
And sometimes you never connect with a song
Till it's telling the way that you feel
Putting words to your story, all the pain and the glory
How can it be written so real
How I wish I knew
All the old songs they're singing
Such comfort they're bringing
To a heart that's as empty as mine
O it lifts you so high
Does the Sweet Bye and Bye
Happy Days and Auld Lang Syne
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