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I've come across the desert
To greet you with a smile
My camel looks so tired
It's hardly worth my while
To tell you of my travels
Across the golden East
I see your preparations
Invite me first to feast
Take me I'm yours
Because dreams are made of this
Forever there'll be a heaven in your kiss
Amusing belly dancers
Distract me from my wine
Across Tibetan mountains
Are memories of mine
I've stood some ghostly moments
With natives in the hills
Recorded here on paper
My chills and thrills and spills
Take me I'm yours
Because dreams are made of this
Forever there'll be a heaven in your kiss
It's really been some welcome
You never seem to change
A grape to tempt your leisure
Romantic gestures strange
My eagle flies tomorrow
It's a game I treasure dear
To seek the helpless future
My love at last I'm here
Take me I'm yours
Because dreams are made of this
Forever there'll be a heaven in your kiss
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She's ahead of her time and she's never lazy
But something changed your mind and she could drive you crazy
Volunteers for winter coats and summer clothes that shine
Volunteers for magazines I read them all the time
But that's all right
Do do do do do do do do do do - do do do do do do da da da
Down the runway
Do do do do do do do do do do - do do do do do do do
She's so ugly
Tidy work never suffers when you stage your abuse
Cocktails in the evening when you're completely nude
Models at the motor show and I dribble at the thought
Models looking like lobsters, convertibles and sports
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You make-believe celebrities
Taking bows in front of me
In your dickey-bow ties
In your dickey-bow ties
Pick your nose beside the stage
Jesus Christ has come of age
So you've had a good cry
So you've had a good cry
Reach out there's people in the stalls
A Blackpool season isn't very small
Reading commercials on TV
Is just as good as a bad Page 3 review
We all know it's so hard for you
Revue
We all know it's so hard for you
In the dressing room you find
Telegrams with good luck lines
So nice to be known
So nice to be known
The curtain falls so that's the end
You hit the bottle once again
So you've had a good crowd
So you're one of the crowd
Reach out there's people in the stalls
A Blackpool season isn't very small
Reading commercials on TV
Is just as good as a bad Page 3 review
We all know it's so hard for you
Revue
We all know it's so hard for you
Revue
We all know it's so hard for you
Revue
We all know it's so hard for you
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Mary and Joseph drove into town
Searching for a place to stay
The moon was up, and his foot was down
A miracle was on its way
They tried the hotels, the motels, the bed-and-breakfast
Locals, but no one seemed to have any room
Better find a double room soon!
So where would Christmas be without
Mary and Joseph
Morecambe and Wise
Laurel and Hardy
Cracker surprise
Lights on the pine tree
And more aftershave
And not forgetting Jesus, who was born on Christmas Day
They found a place with a neon light
"TV", "Pool", and "Vacancies"
The man on the desk didn't hear them right
When the two of them booked for three
They watched the TV
And deeply, she felt a punching neatly
And the heavens delivered this way
And it happened on Christmas Day
Christmas Da-ay
Christmas Da-ay
So where would Christmas be without
Mary and Joseph
Morecambe and Wise
Laurel and Hardy
Cracker surprise
Lights on the pine tree
And more aftershave
But not forgetting Jesus, who was born on Christmas Day
Mary and Joseph were so surprised
With admirers around the crib
There was something in their son's eyes
That magnetically took one in
Like a Messiah and a fire
Like the tread around a tyre
That grip all roads
To faults you made
And it happened on Christmas Day
Christmas Da-ay
Christmas Da-ay
So where would Christmas be without
Mary and Joseph
Morecambe and Wise
Laurel and Hardy
Cracker surprise
Lights on the pine tree
And more aftershave
But not forgetting Jesus, who was born on (Christmas Day)
Not forgetting Jesus, who was born on (Christmas Day)
Not forgetting Jesus, who was born on (Christmas Day)
Not forgetting Jesus, who was born on (Christmas Day)
And not forgetting Jesus, who was born on (Christmas Day)
Not forgetting Jesus, who was born on (Christmas Day)
And not forgetting Jesus, who was born on (Christmas Day)
Not forgetting Jesus, who was born on (Christmas)
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Sherman Tanks and Tommy Guns,
Telegrams and Hot Cross Buns,
See the Gerries on the run,
Battleships well here I come,
Commando raid in bed tonight,
Under the covers with torch light.
Rat-a-tat tat Rat-a-tat tat,
Out of the trench into combat,
Covered in bruises covered in cuts,
Turning the page for more blood and guts
Kamikaze crashes plane,
Shits himself but all in vain,
Fix the mine under the tray,
And get away in time again,
The cap-i-tan is on the bridge,
Pulls the pin from his sandwich.
Rat-a-tat tat Rat-a-tat tat,
Out of the trench into combat,
Covered in bruises covered in cuts,
Turning the page for more blood and guts.
Prison camps and sorry sarge,
Biting harder than his bark,
Got a bullet in his arm,
Pulled it out and took em' on,
Commando raid in bed tonight,
Under the cover with torch light.
Rat-a-tat tat Rat-a-tat tat,
Out of the trench into combat,
Covered in bruises covered in cuts,
Turning the page for more blood and guts,
More blood and guts,
More blood and guts,
More blood and guts.
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If I didn't love you I'd hate you
Watching you play in the bath
A soap suds stickle back navy
A scrubbing brush landing craft
Your skin gets softer and warmer
I pat you down with a towel
Tonight it's love by the fire
My mind goes out on the prowl
If I If I If I If I If I
If I didn't love you I'd hate you
I'm playing your stereogram
Singles remind me of kisses
Albums remind me of plans
Tonight it's love by the fire
The wind plays over the coals
Passionate looks are my fancy
But you turn the look into stone
If I didn't love you
Would you sit and glow by the fire
If I didn't love you
Would you make me feel so
Maybe love me
Oh if I didn't love you
If I didn't love you I'd hate you
Cocoa mugs sit side by side
It's time to poke at the fire
But it's not tonight
Looks I find
Taking a bite on a biscuit
The record jumps on a scratch
Tonight it's love by the fire
The door of your love's on the latch
If I, if I, if I
Didn't, didn't, didn't
Love you, love you, love you
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Tonight I take her from her parents
I came along to her rescue
Without a word about arrangements
She came along without a clue
So I said my love I want to take you
A place I have inside my head
And so it seemed I had to love you
With some cards and separate beds
Her mother didn't like me
She thought I was on drugs
My mother didn't like her
She'd never peel the spuds
So we took off together
And stayed at Mrs. Smith's
Breakfast at half seven
Where you can view the cliffs
The moon was full and in our window
I could see her turning in her bed
I was loved but all in limbo
There was time to pass but not to spend
Soon I saw that this was silly
Spending all my wages on this peach
When we could sit so very pretty
And get our heads down out on the beach
Her father seemed to like me
I helped him fix his car
My father seemed to like her
And I couldn't see the harm
In going off together
To see the pier and lights
So we could be together
In separate beds tonight
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Funny words I cannot read
Trams and boats where Strauss is street
Milky way and far out looks
On your bike and Anne Frank books
Down the disco it's clockwork time
Where's the humour where am I
This world's got smaller
I'm shaking lots of hands
Saying lots of things
That no one understands
You can shake my tree
But you won't get me
Where am I
I think I'm go go, go go, go go
Liquor stores and rodeos
P I X and rock and roll
The freckled faced, the thin and fat
The drive-in film, the drive-in bank
Strip and porno neon signs
Where's the buildings, where am I?
This world's got smaller
I'm shaking lots of hands
Saying lots of things
That no one understands
You can shake my tree
But you won't get me
Where am I
I think I'm go go, go go, go go, go go, go go, go go
Buckingham Palace trains all late
Funny little men all out in the rain
Car front deals and afters pubs
Tenth year plays and seedy clubs
And iffy people don't seem to mind
Where's the action where am I
Oh this world's got smaller
I'm shaking lots of hands
Saying lots of things
That no one understands
You can shake my tree
But you won't get me
Where am I
I think I'm go go, go go, go go, go go, go go, go go, go go, go go, go go, go go
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Pacing through the flickering light
A velvet patch upon his eye
His pacing creaks the floorboards loose
As he tailors his thoughts for the truth around truths
But his butler keeps eyes through a hole in the door
What the butler don't see ain't a lot that's for sure
Francesca lays across the couch
They fight with words from mouth to mouth
And then with handfuls of her flesh
See how the zipper broke off of her dress
Strangling her neck with his hands in her gloves
The port and the brandy mix cocktails of love
The porchlight, the torchlight
The frosted morning lawn
The cloak of daylight has finally been drawn
On the tale of what the butler saw
He kept his world all to himself
And locked it tight inside his belt
But she preferred his belt undone
She bathed in his fortune but never his fun
He cracked on a mixture of opera and drink
The butler still fetches and carries for him
The butler dragged down to the lake
Francesca's body in a cape
No private eye was gonna trace this
The old man was shaking, his marbles were missed
The shadows and footprints and flickering lights
The butler's up late with a cold in his eye
The porchlight the torchlight the frosted morning lawn
The cloak of daylight has finally been drawn
On the tale of what the butler saw
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She's not a picture above somebody's fire
She sits in a towel with a purple hair dryer,
She waits to get even with me.
She hooks up her cupcakes and puts on her jumper
Explains that she'll be late to a worrying mother,
She meets me in Piccadilly.
A begging folk singer stands tall by the entrance
His song relays worlds of most good intentions,
A fiver a ten p in his hat for collection.
She talks about office she talks about dresses
She's seen one she fancies her smile is impressing,
So maybe I'll treat her someday.
We queue among strangers and strange conversation
Love's on the lips of all forms of engagements,
All queuing to see tonight's play.
A man behind me talks to his young lady
He's happy that she is expecting his baby,
His wife won't be pleased but she's not been round lately.
The girl was so dreadful we left in a hurry
We escaped in the rain for an Indian curry,
At the candle lit Taj Mahal.
My lips to a napkin I called for a taxi
The invite of eyes made it tense but relaxed me,
My mind took a devious role.
The cab took us home through a night I'd not noticed
The neon club lights of adult films and Trini Lopez,
My arm around love but my acting was hopeless.
We crept like two thieves from the kettle to the fire
We kissed to the sound of the silence that we'd hired,
Now captured, your love in my arms.
A door opened slightly a voice spoke in worry
Mum went to bed without wind of the curry,
Our secret love made its advance.
Like Adam and Eve we took bite on the apple
Loose change in my pocket it started to rattle,
Heart like a gun was just half of the battle.
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Trust me to open my mouth now everybody knows
Trust me now I've let you down I'm a big mouth I suppose
This was our secret our meetings were so discreet
I promised to keep it from the ears out on the street
This was our secret we were having an affair
I couldn't keep it now the secret's everywhere
Trust me to open my mouth now everybody knows
Trust me now I've let you down I'm a big mouth I suppose
One cup runneth over loosening a jaw
Trust me to open my mouth it's not a secret anymore
We had a secret what a terrible thing to do
I couldn't see it I was so in love
So in love with you
Trust me to open my mouth now everybody knows
Trust me now I've let you down I'm a big mouth I suppose
I need a gobstopper to keep my trap shut
Should have kept my nose clean
Why's it me that gets the bad luck?
Trust me to open my mouth now everybody knows
Trust me now I've let you down I'm a big mouth I suppose
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I bought a toothbrush, some toothpaste, a flannel for my face
Pajamas, a hairbrush, new shoes and a case
I said to my reflection, "let's get out of this place"
Past the church and the steeple, the laundry on the hill
The billboards and the buildings, memories of it still
Keep calling and calling, but forget it all, I know I will
Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered
What's been going on
Now that you have gone
There's no other
Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered
I'm at the carpark, the airport, the baggage carousel
The people keep on crowding, I'm wishing I was well
I said, "It's no occasion, it's no story I can tell"
At my bedside, empty pocket, a foot without a sock
Your body gets much closer, I fumble for the clock
Alarmed by the seduction, I wish that it would stop
Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered
What's been going on
Now that you have gone
There's no other
Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered
I bought a novel, some perfume, a fortune all for you
But it's not my conscience that hates to be untrue
I asked of my reflection, "tell me, what is there to do?"
Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered
What's been going on
Now that you have gone
There's no other
Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered
Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered
Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered
Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered
Tempted by the fruit of another
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The crown of the kingdom is given to the woman
The kingdom of the kitchen where she says she shouldn't,
There on the stainless steel her cigarettes and matches
Whistles to the radio to every hook she catches,
But the frowns
Eider downs,
Tie her down
But she likes to wear the crown of the kingdom.
She like the recipes a touch of oriental
Steaming up the windows burning egg on metal,
Sees in a catalogue a shiny new appliance
Another role swallowed by the wonders of science,
Lobster hands
Omelette pans,
Understand
How the crown can stick like jam in her kingdom.
He's been so busy and she's been neglected,
The problem is computed and always it's rejected,
Out of her heart I catch a spark,
And being smart
The crown is left out in the dark now there's no kingdom.
Fed up with the glory she abdicates her title
Sitting at a bar stool she gives her day's recital,
The family watch in horror
As she staggers up the hallway
Makes herself a sandwich
As they're looking through the doorway,
She goes to bed
Leg by leg,
Nothing's said
There's no crown upon her head there's no kingdom.
Press the button on the toaster
It's a woman's world,
Tuck the sheets in on the bed
It's a woman's world,
Take your apron from your holster
It's a woman's world,
Shoot the crown off of your head
It's a woman's world.
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I've come across the desert
To greet you with a smile
My camel looks so tired
It's hardly worth my while
To tell you of my travels
Across the golden East
I see your preparations
Invite me first to feast
Take me I'm yours
Because dreams are made of this
Forever there'll be
A heaven in your...
The Indians send signals
From the rocks above the pass
The cowboys take positions
In the bushes and the grass
The squaw is with the Corporal
She is tied against the tree
She doesn't mind the language
It's the beating she don't need
She lets loose all the horses
When the Corporal is asleep
And he wakes to find the fire's dead
And arrows in his hats
And Davy Crockett rides around
And says it's cool for cats
(Cool for cats...)
I never thought it would happen
With me and the girl from Clapham
Out on a windy common
That night I ain't forgotten
When she dealt out the rations
With some or other passions
I said you are a lady
Perhaps she said I may be
Left my ring by the soap
Now is that love?
You cleaned me out you could say broke
Now is that love?
The better better better it gets
The more these girls forget
That that is love
But behind the Chalet
My holiday's complete
And I feel like William Tell
Maid Marian on her tiptoed feet
Pulling mussels from a shell
The case was pulled from under the bed
She made a call to a sympathetic friend
And made arrangements
The door was closed there was a note
I couldn't be bothered
Maybe I'll choke
No more engagements
With where have you beens
And faraway frowns
Trying to be good
By not being 'round
And here in the bar
The piano man's found
Another nail for my heart
If you ever change your mind
Which you do from time to time
Never chew a pickle
With a little slap and tickle
You have to throw the stone
To get the pool to ripple
Sunlight on the lino
Woke me with a shake
I looked around to find her but she'd gone
Goodbye Girl
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Today is none of our concern
That rewarding cigarette
That burns slowly by the bed
Fills the room with mystery
The apple ripens on the tree
That protected seal of love
Broken by the flame of fun
Lying back with Exodus
In the arms of lovers trust
That romantic dance of light
From the curtain broken night
Shadows fall on mystery
Love has ripened here for me
Stubbing out the cigarette
I see the clothes beside the bed
As the half light of the day
Pulls the sheet up once again
As the phone hangs by the cord
As the streets begin to fill
There's no distance anymore
There's no wanting when you will
Will be sleeping through the day
As the world around us turns
As the phone hangs by the cord
Today is none of our concern
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The head of a hunt on the wall by a painting
An upright piano stood locked by the door
In through the window
The light was fast fading
While I spilt my whiskey
All over the floor
Making a mess of my words so
I was trying
To impress the Empress with
My wimpy tales
Fanning her face from cigar smoke
And sighing
I had come close to be miles
From her trail
She was the jewel that
Sparkled in darkness
She was the love
Of everyone's life
She was the catch at
Everyone's parties
She was the one with a tongue
Like a knife
Her bosoms curved perfectly
Lit by the fire
My mind launched away
In a sea of its own
Her grace and her tightness
I had to admire
Through a whore's breath of stories
I happily told
Trespassing my hand
Fell into hot water
She shot like a bullet
Right out of her chair
She led me away and I
Was then slaughtered
By the warmth of her body
And her love and care
Her tongue cut away
And the wounds slowly opened
I lay on the sails of the
Ship of romance
Drunk as I could be and
Broker than broken and
The head of my hunt
Was there in my hands
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I think to myself when we kiss
Your husband is watching
From his portrait his eyes are looking down
On the slipper and stocking
Back against the bookcase
Down upon the floor
Empty the decanter
Slur again for more.
His house, Her home, our future in a lover's world
Her son, Her heart, her love for me, tomorrow's world
I laugh at myself when your son
Is watching cartoons
In the morning he's looking up at me
When we're in the bathroom
Sees me kissing mother
Doesn't blink an eye
Asks a lot of questions
Answers hard to find.
I talk to myself when I'm drunk
And she is still sober
Words are so few and far between
My arms reach to hold her
Hungry for the love
I rescued from the grave
The past is just a portrait
The future's ours to frame
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When the hangover strikes
And I open my post
And the coffee is on
And I'm burning my toast
I let the battle commence
I see a sun in the trees
And a draught at the door
With my head in my lap
There's a day to explore
But I'm left without sense
As the hangover strikes
And I turn on the tap
But the water's too loud
And I'm caged by the fact
That the battle's not lost
Is it the hair of the dog
Or the Baa of a Lamb
In a sheepish attempt
To be half of the man
That I might be or was
When the hangover strikes
And a mirror reveals
That it's Midnight or bust
And a drink does appeal
Now the battle is won
So the cure of the can
Pours its heart out on me
Though I'm feeling locked up
But I can't find the key
Well no damage was done
Poor poor poor, poor shaken one
Pour pour pour, pour me another one
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Power station by the river
Grinding slowly to a stop
Clock still ticking on the mantle
Flames still flicker on the log
Coffee brewing in the kitchen
Where the door is open wide
Glass upon a hoovered carpet
Eyes are glowing in the night
It's the silence you can see
Hearing shadows behind me
All the buildings standing empty
All the trains are standing still
Cars are scattered by the roadside
There's no top upon the hill
Nails have scratched upon the outside
Of the empty chapel door
But I don't think that the father
Wants to live there anymore
There's no bone for you to pick
No more wax around the wick
Shot the arrow from the circle
At the apple on the tree
From a garden that was Eden
Strange the fruit it bears for me
And the wind will spread the fire
And the rain will ever fall
If no one reads the writing
That's been written on the wall
Underneath the apple tree
There's a ghost who waits for me
The apple tree shakes its arms
Its fruit falls
Its fruits are tasting strange
The apple tree is shaking
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Within these walls of without you
I feel naked and without a friend
Love was once there all around you
Now I feel our relationship end
I can't put my finger on a reason
I have no answer to give at all
Within these walls of without you
I sit crying but the tears will not fall
Within these walls a heart broken
And memories of a holiday
The sea leaves my heart so unspoken
With the lights folding up on the waves
I don't think I'll ever have the answer
I have no answer to give at all
Within these walls of without you
I sit crying but the tears will not fall
No unhappy memories are there of you
When I close my eyes I see
An image of your love forever true
But not forever for me
I don't think I'll ever have the answer
I have no answer to give at all
Within these walls of without you
I sit crying but the tears will not fall
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The moths at the window
They can see the light
The crickets crick in the dark
My pen runs out of ink
As I start to write
The feelings that are in my heart
This headache won't subside
I've got you on my mind tonight
The silence of the telephone
Doesn't bother me
But I wish that it would ring
I'm confined to quarters
I'm in solitary
I'm the man who would be king
The small hand's on the five
I've got you on my mind tonight
The loneliness for loving you
Is some price to pay
But are my pockets deep enough
The chorus of the morning
Keeps me awake
So busy with the thoughts of love
As I slowly close my eyes
I've got you on my mind tonight
Just as I go off to sleep
A car pulls up, I hear a beep
Good night
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You're banging your drum
You blow your own trumpet
Your ship came in
And your fanfare sunk it
The tide has turned, our love's gone forever
I stand on the shore
As it floats down the river
I had such hopes
I had such visions planned
The frames were shot
But now our future's canned
I had my hopes so high
They fell right down
I'm banging my head
You watch without malice
(You watch with no interest at all)
I bet all your friends
Compare this to "Dallas"?
(I might as well talk to a brick wall)
So under the arm I feel the cold shoulder
So I'll once again
Have to play the wild rover
Do I need all this pressure
Do I bury my temper
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I'm faced with the facts
And a fist full of threats
I stand quite amused
At the end of my bed
I have no defense
For what I have said
As a handful of love
Whacks me right round the head
She's growling and stalking
And grabs from a pile
A book that she throws
And it's missed by a mile
I'm holding a pillow
And as naked as sin
I'm backed to a corner
With a wastepaper bin
Then up on a mattress
There's no place to go
I'm guilty, yes guilty
But there's no place like home
I rewind the hours
To see what went wrong
I plead for forgiveness
And I'm hit like a gong
It seems that I'm guilty
Of smiling too long
When recalling lovers
That now have long gone
I'm guilty, you're guilty
So let me be stoned
The past is not present
When there's no place like home
Off with the shoe
And whack round the head
Your ear rings like a phone
Some explanation might we patch and mend
A love that's lost control
Now there's no place like home
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There she sits in an empty room
The look on her face says it all
A bruise appears round a crying eye
As the tear drops sadly fall
He knocked her over he hit her
And told her she's stupid
He's high as a kite once again
She knows that tough love is needed
To save the love of her friend
There he sits in a freezing car
She's in her bed in the warm
The cold light of the morning sky
Finds him cramped and looking worn
He wanders inside on tiptoes
And brews up some coffee
He's shaking and sweating again
She knows that tough love is needed
To save the love of her friend
They talk it over but it's not easy
Sorting it out
She cannot take it when he tells lies
And sneaks off out of the room
Returning like somebody's lost balloon
Tea leaves sit in an empty cup
No expression on his face
The TV's showing commercials
He's back in her arms again
No more the drugs and the drinking
Her heart can stop sinking
Now that he's home once again
She knows that tough love is needed
To save the love of her friend
They talked it over for hours and hours and hours
‘Till everything sounded the same
She knows it's tough love that she finds in her heart
To dissolve the pain
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Striking matches and I'm smoking cigarettes
Putting on the kettle, playing a cassette
Folding up the papers rubbing my eyes
Thinking of all that had happened last night
The passion, the feelings that soaked in her love
And the pools of silence when kisses were sprung
Her love levitates me, I'm walking on air
Two feet from the carpet, I'll always be there
Oooh I'm striking matches it's morning again
I look in the mirror I still look the same
I'm striking matches it's morning again
I look in the mirror I go up in flames
Striking matches getting a flame on the stove
There's some of her in the teeth of my comb
Dirty clothes piled up on the bathroom floor
She's silently sleeping, I half close the door
I see her beauty laying on my bed
I'm warm from within me with what she has said
Her love is my balloon, I won't let it down
For ever and ever I'll always be proud.
I'm a director casting for a part
(Turn on the light)
It's for a soap set here right in my heart.
(Leave her alone)
Shuffle to the window shuffle to the door
(Don't wake her up)
She gets the part I don't want to see anymore
(Unplug the phone)
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In Peyton Place my heart now beats
And floorboards creak where an angel sleeps
Her hair hung across her face
Like a bush hangs across a wall
She was short with a tidy smile
I could hear temptation call
From a fly in her ointment
To the big feather in her cap
It's a small world we discover
I had once worked for her dad
I was in gear making up stories
And we laughed at each other's tales
I watched her lips I wanted to kiss them
My train of thought went off the rails
In Peyton Place my heart now beats
And floor boards creak where an angel sleeps
In Peyton Place
I lie awake and hear the sound
That the angels make
In Peyton Place
The party was now ending
So she gave me a lift back home
Somehow I felt so nervous
She drove so slowly on the road
Next thing I knew she was in my arms
Her hair was all over my face
I brushed it aside she invited me in
Now my heart beats in Peyton Place
Her hair hung across her face like
A bush hangs across a wall
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Give me iko
I wanna ball the wall here
Shuffle in Dumaine
Hear the hookacumbi
Meet my tipatina
Love her hold her tightly
Wanna see her swaying
In New Orleans nightly
You know I wanna be there
Drinking in the morning
Holler in the evening
Dr. Jazz Dr. Jazz
Bake my jelly roll
You quicken my pulse
You make my rhythm slow
Crawfish gumbo
Rhythm from the jungle
Big chief rocking
I follow the voodoo king
Oolamalawaladollar
That's what the fez he sing
How long must it be
How long must I wait
Till Highway 49 takes me to your gate
I eat a bowl of gumbo
That creole child will serve
Sit on the verandah
Happy in a dixie world
Maybe on Sunday
Head for Baton Rouge
Dancing with the cajun
Twist away my blues
Then a drop of rain
A trickle in my eye
I look up and smile
At the rhythm that never, never dies
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He drove up to the motel
In his town and country car
He watched the working women
With the field hands from the farm
He walked into the lobby
With his pleased to see you smile
Scribbled on to the register
His fictitious name and smiled
The footsteps of a young girl
Came tapping along the hall
The outline of his features
Were shadowed on the wall
She stood a little nervous
Half lit by the neon light
That flashed in many colours
Through the darkness of the night
The skin on his face
Like a well worn saddle
Smiled as he said goodnight
At the melody motel
It was business as usual
As the girls wiped the tears from their eyes
His shirt lay by his bedside
His jeans down by his feet
She swallowed hard and mumbled
With the key between her teeth
On went the television
The picture flickering slow
Top cat in the alley way
As they sat there all alone
He drove back up his driveway
In his town and country car
His wife was cooking chicken
With a baby in her arms
The smell of home cooked dinner
Filled the air at home that night
Screaming Officer Dibble
In the TV's flickering light
Slumped in his favourite armchair
His face as grey as stone
His feet up on the table
Next to the chicken bones
He seemed to show no feelings
Picking corn out from his teeth
Police down at the motel
As the blood dried on the sheets
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Slaughtered gutted and heartbroken
With no spirit or no soul
My emotions have been stolen
Love has left me with this hole
Now my heart's a deep dark cavern
Emptiness is all I feel
I'm the pig she tried to fatten
And now all I do is squeal
But things could be worse
Things could be very bad for me
O' my dear I find myself
A stitch short of a tapestry
Patience on the verge of breaking
I'm kicking cans around the street
Like a bad cold I need shaking
Like a fool I want to cheat
But to me she was an angel
And I went and let her down
The attraction was so fatal
That she kicked me off her cloud
The light was on there in her window
I saw her shadow moving around
I tried to stand on tip toes
Hoping that she might look down
I wanted so bad to call her
But I had to walk away
Slaughtered, gutted and heartbroken
Another diamond down the drain
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Supermarket lights burn in the darkness
The chilly winter nights bring the scarves from the drawer
A crowd starts to gather on paving stone squares
Teeth start to chatter as the staff leave the store
And daughters meet mothers and fathers meet sons
It's too dark to walk home without anyone
The shopping precinct's closed, it's like a graveyard
The chain falls through the spokes as I unlock my bike
I cycle to the pub where I meet with my friends
And I know that it's love as she pours me my pint
And strangers meet strangers and friends share their lives
I look at her again and feel butterflies
I pull the pillow to my side
And I imagine it is her
As I slip into the night,
I know what I prefer
But I hope and I pray that one day she will say
That's it's true
I can't live without loving you
Now there's no one around I push the bike home
The rain's a lovely sound as it runs down the path
There's our lights in the road, they amber the night
And there's nobody home, so I soak in the bath
And bubbles meet bubbles as they become one
I think about the world and what I have done
I pull the pillow to my side
And I imagine it is her
As I slip into the night,
I know what I prefer
But I hope and I pray that one day she will say
That's it's true
I can't live without loving you
Supermarket lights burn in the darkness
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She was full of lies and boredom
It came as no surprise that she would cheat
Her nails were long and sharp
But she didn't play the harp
She wasn't an angel I told her
But she wasn't able to understand my words
Rich pickings in reverse
I wasn't Shakespeare
It's simple
Did she expect me
To kiss her feet
A very acidic tongue
Waggled in her head
Life was lots of fun
At times I had to smile
In front of everyone
We seemed the best of friends
Life had just begun
When on the roof a tile began to slip
The house of love caved in and that was it
She was full of tears by nature
It came to me so clear that she would creep
Her eyes were stale and spun
Like marbles in the sun
She wasn't a princess I told her
And so I witnessed the slaying of my life
That lasted half the night
I wasn't Jesus
Believe me
Our love was seedless
And incomplete
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I lied to you, I've cheated too
So what friend can I be
But still you stick through thick and thin
Hoping that you'll change me
I towed the line then fell behind
Our love began to wane
The pressure grew and then I knew
That things were not the same
The truth
It's the toughest thing to explain
The truth
Playing tricks with me again
When the truth has to be told
My blood runs hot and cold
The truth is not my middle name
You threw a rope attached with hope
Way down into the sea
Where lovers swim so deep within
The tides of mystery
For what it's worth I don't deserve
A girl as strong as you
You're worth much more than me I'm sure
Accept this as the truth
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She plaits her hair, I bite my nails
We balance love on the scales
I wind the clock and go to bed
Our love is hanging on a thread
She gets undressed, I undress too
The draft is cold in my bedroom
We cuddle up and say goodnight
It's all the love there is tonight.
I can't be brave enough
She cannot say what we're feeling
Day after day
We're going through the motions
We find it hard to let each other go
She boils the eggs, I make the tea
Outside the sun shines on the street
We're at that point here love has gone
The fuse is lit, it won't be long
I take a walk, she cleans the house
This is the end, I'm in no doubt
But neither one of us can show
The slightest sign of letting go
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Hey wait a minute
That's not right
I didn't want this to cause a fight
All I'm saying is
Nothing new
Listen to me, believe it's true
What's there to hide, it baffles me
Throw out those thoughts of jealousy
So don't you cry and hold your head
It's over
So wait a minute
Let me explain
Out of the blue she called again
To offer me
A peaceful meal
So we can talk see how we feel
It's nothing more than face to face
So trust in me I know my place
I know it's hard to let me go
It's over
All over
Have confidence
Have faith
There is no attraction there
And believe me
This way
I can wash her from my hair
Hey wait a minute
What's going on
I'm coming home where I belong
It's nothing more than face to face
Give me the time to pack my case
I know it's hard to let me go
It's over
What's there to hide it baffles me
Why should you waste your energy
But I won't leave if you're not sure
It's over
It's all over
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The full moon's glowing
Blood red in the sky
It hangs like fire
On this winter's night
I sit on feelings
That hang in suspense
Nothing in my life makes sense
A question mark hangs with the stars up above
As I'm driving home to the one that I love
Sometimes I can't see the trees for the wood
Loving you tonight feels good
The moonlight changes
From red into white
It sits on tree tops
Asleep for the night
I see the signpost
The road slowly bends
Nothing in my life makes sense
A flashing tail light speeds across the sky
My head's cooking trouble as thoughts seem to fry
The last temptation was misunderstood
Loving you tonight feels good
I'm faced with the ultimate truth
What if I see things don't improve
I know they could
Loving you tonight feels good
The sun is rising
There's mist all around
She sleeps beside me
And I feel so proud
Am I in heaven
With her by my side
This is how love feels tonight
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My head was stuck in the cat flap on the door
Where I could see her walking on the kitchen floor
Down on my knees
Just like a dog
Begging for scraps that she said she hadn't got
She took her pen she poked me in the eye
As through the lock I looked to see my world inside
I kicked and swore
Void of all brain
I couldn't see that I was the one to blame
Cold shoulder
Like a slaughtered cow in a butcher's fridge
Cold shoulder
She had laid the plans where we built our bridge
To a better life
Cold shoulder
I had been chased by a hairbrush that she threw
Life was blurred when the hand of fate came into view
It smacked my face
I was released
I came back home where life became a feast
Cold shoulder
Like a slaughtered cow in a butcher's fridge
Cold shoulder
She had laid the plans where we built our bridge
To a better life
Cold shoulder
Then I fell over
Into a bush
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She gave to me her tenderness
Her friendship and her love
I see her face from time to time
There in the sky above
We grew up learning as we went
What a voyage our life could be
It took us through a wilderness
Into the calmest sea
Her smile could lift me from the pain
I often found within
She said some things I won't forget
She made a few bells ring
So simple her humility
Her beauty found in grace
Today she lives another life
In some fantastic place
She showed me how to raise a smile
Out of her bed of gloom
And in her garden sanctuary
A life began to bloom.
She visualised a world ahead
And planned how it would be
She left behind the strongest love
That lives eternally
I have the hope that when it's time
For me to come her way
That she'll be there to show me round
Whenever comes that day
Her love was life and happiness
And in her steps I trace
The way to live a better life
In some fantastic place
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