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Too many sad days
Too many Tuesday mornings
I thought of you today
I wished it was yesterday morning
I thought of you today
I dreamt you were dressed in mourning
But I knew that you
With your heart beating
And your eyes shining
Would be dreaming of me
Lying with you
On a Tuesday morning
I fell through the window
And I found that I was still breathing
I thought of tomorrow
And the fear that you might leave me
I thought of tomorrow
And I wished it was Monday evening
But I knew that you
With your heart beating
And your eyes shining
Would be dreaming of me
Lying with you
On a Tuesday morning
Turn your face from me
And I will cover myself with sorrow
Bring hell down upon me
I will surrender my heart to sorrow
Bring hell down upon me
And I will say goodbye tomorrow
'Cos I know that you
With your heart beating
And your eyes shining
Will be dreaming of me
Lying with you on a Tuesday morning
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The Shaman came calling,
He was howling at the moon
He offered me a vision
On the end of a silver spoon
He said he'd give me dreams
That all were in his powers
If only I would follow him
The universe was ours
Walked a thin white line to the coffin club
Downstairs from the devils den
Had a large double jesus
Chased down with a shot of zen
The last thing I remember
Was lying in the tank
And when I came around again
Everything was blank
Floating high above the world
Out on the astral plane
I'm bouncing like a pinball
He's busy being born again
I met God on Primrose Hill
That's where he came to me
He stepped out of his saucer
And I got down on my knees
From his lips came just one world
He left me all aglow
I sat down and had a smoke
And watched the flowers grow
The bats are in the beifry
And the bubbles in the bong
The secret of the universe
Is hidden in this song
Lalala...
The Shaman left a crawling
As the dawn broke the gloom
Talking in some other tongue
And laughing like a loon
The early morning sunlight
Splashed colours on the wall
And I don't know if it ever
Really happened at all
The bats are in beifry
And the bubbles in the bong
The molecules inside my head
Are chiming like a gong
The bats are in the beifry
And the bubbles in a bong
The secret of the universe
Is hidden in this song
Lalala...
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Sit down on that stool hear the cant of a fool
And a strange tale I'll impart to ye
Of a time that I lived at the butt of a hill
'Neath the burial chambers you see
One Saturday night I got up on my bike
To go to a dance in the town
I set off at seven to be there at eleven
No thought to the rain coming down
As I pushed up the hill, the rain started to spill
So for shelter I had to resort
Helter Skelter I went as downhill I sped
To the trees at the old fairy fort
I pulled up my bike be a tree in the gripe
To find shelter out of the storm
The rain it came down and like stones beat the ground
But it was grand to be dry in that storm
I was dreaming away about better days
When a voice it says dirty ould night
I fell over my bike, I got such a fright
When the ghostly voice bid me the night
I jumped up with a start gave the storm not a thought
As the hail beat a rythm on me
And I started at the tree that had spoken to me
Not a body was there I could see
the voice I had heard not another word said
As the hair on the head stood on me
And I said an 'Our Father' as I peddled much faster
Away from that ghost haunted tree
For weeks and weeks after with nerves a disaster
Nowhere near that road would I go
And from dusk through the night I would shake with the fright
Of the tree that haunted me so
Now whenever I go to a dance in the town
I make sure not to stop on the way
To be there for eleven I still leave at seven
But I go by a different way
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The hour's late and the lights are low
I'm wlaking home just kicking stones
I waited at the depot you never showed
You missed the last bus hours ago
I remember the first time
I saw you on the street
You looked so pretty my heart skipped a beat
I can't wait any longer but I still feel the heat
I'm down but I'm still on my feet
I walked on down by the old fairground
Up from the docks blew al lonely sound
I sat for a while on the cold hard ground
Watched the stars slowly turn as the earth spun around
As the past fails behind up ahead there's a crack
Of light shining bright through the night so black
Like a runaway train rolling down the track
From here there's no turning back
Listen to me baby
Once upon a tim
My heart was an ocean
You swam against the tide
The timeis past for grieving
My tears have all run dry
I'll leave you with my love
And now I say goodbye
The bottles broken. the glasses are cracked
The cards are al dealt and the chips have been stacked
The lamp shades busted and the curtains are torn
The door keeps knocking but there's nobody home
I stood by the road brushed a tear from my eye
Cursed the cars and the rain and the rolling grey sky
I turned around, turned my back on that town
And I never looked back again
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Well it's been a long day but I don't like to moan
It's the middle of summer and I'm chilled to the bone
There's holes in my shoes where the rain comes in
I'm sitting on top of the world
Walking in the shadows of empty office blocks
I was talking to a stranger said he's on the rocks
Down on the pavement living in a box
I'm sitting on top of the world
Oh no can't anybody see
It's been a bad day and I want a little peace
Oh no won't you please help me
I want to lie down but there's no beds free
Down on the corner there's starry eyed preachers
Rattling cans and pimping Jesus
There's madmen on boxes making speeches
I'm sitting on top of the world
You can't sit in the sunshine or go out after dark
There's dogs on the loose acting like sharks
There's psychos on the streets burning winos in the park
I'm sitting on top of the world
Oh no I wish I was gone
I want to get going before too long
Oh no I want to leave town
But I can't drive my car 'cause they put it in the pound
The masters of industry are killing for oil
There's poison in the air and the water and the soil
We're all turning mutant they're counting up their spoils
I'm sitting on top of the world
I turn on the TV and it makes me want to cry
There's killing and there's torture destruction and there's lies
And our leaders talk rubbish and more people die
I'm sitting on top of the world
Oh no I can't take any more
I'm shaking all over and my nerves are all raw
Oh no my head's a little sore
I want to get out but I can't find the door
(x2)
I'm sitting on top of the world
(To fade out)
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The wind was whipping shingle through the windows in the town
A hail of stones across the roof, the slates came raining down
A blade of light upon the split came sweeping through the roar
With me head inside a barrel and me leg screwed in the floor
Mother, pack me bags because I'm off to foreign parts
Don't ask me where I'm going 'cause I'm sure it's off the charts
I'll pin your likeless on the wall, right by my sleeping head
I'll send you cards and letters so you'll koґnow that I'm not dead
By this time in a week I should be far away from home
Trailing fingers through the phospor or asleep in flowers of foam
From Macao to Acapulco, from Havana to Seville
We'll see monoliths and bridges and the christ up on the hill
An aria with the Russians at the piano in the bar
Wih icefloes through the window, we raised glasses to the Czar
We squared off on a dockside with a couple of hundred Finns
And we dallied in the 'dilly and we soaked ourselves in gin
Now the only deck I'd want to walk
Are the stalks of corn beneath my feet
And the only sea I'd want to sail
Is the darkened pond in the scented dusk
Where a kid crouched full of sadness
Lets his boat go drifting out
Into the evening sun
We sailed through constellations and were ruttled by the storm
I crumpled under cudgel-blows and finally came ashore
I spent the next two years ore more just staring at the wall
We went to sea to see the world and what d'you think we saw?
If we turned the table upside down and sailed around the bed
Clamped knives between out teeth and tied bandannas round our heads
With the wainscot our horizon and the ceiling as the sky
You'd not expect that anyone would go and fucking die
At nights we passed the bottle round and drank to our lost friends
We lay alone upon our bunks and prayed that this would end
A wall of moving shadows with rows of swinging keys
We dreamed that whole Leviathans lay rotting in the reeds
There's a sound that comes from miles away if you lean your head to hear
A ship's bell rings on board a wreck when the air is still and clear
An up in heaven that means another angel's got his wings
But all below it signifies is a ship's gone in the drink
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In the big city
Where the lights are low
Cold dirty ground
Where the rivers don't flow
Nothing's gonna change so throw it all away
In the big city
Where the kids will come cheap
And monsters prowl and never sleep
Don't cross the road if you haven't got the time of day
Well I lost my girl waiting for the train from Ride
I know she's out there somewhere
Selling all we got but I don't mind
In the big city
You can walk a thin line
Your mother won't know that you do a bit of crime
Your father's on the dole and he really hasn't got the time
In the big city
Where it's hard to see the sky
And the black earth trembles when the trains go by
And the bums on the corner tell you gently to fuck of and die
Well I lost my girl and I missed my train to Ride
And I'm stuck here selling papers
And spitting on the ground when you walk by
In the big city
You can dance all night
Only if you're clean and the lads are not uptight
Or you may as well forget it and wait until the broad daylight
In the big city
Where the suits don't look you in the eye
Learn how to laugh you'll be planning when to die
And don't expect and favours from the cars passing by
I lost my girl waiting for the train from Ride
Well I don't mind matching colours or parking people's cars
And telling little lies if that's alright
In the big city
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Sometimes it seems like a beautiful dream
The girl from the Wadi Hammamat
Lovely as a green parakeet
I awake alone again
In the desert of my dreams
A fertile casis I have seen
I cast my voice to the burning winds
Across the dunes Khamsin Khamsin
Bring her to me on desires wings
On the burning desert wind
She means the world to me
In a single grain of sand
Bring a camel to this man
Perched on a bough her tresses hang down
The girl from the Wadi Hammamat
She is as sweet as a green parakeet
Sometimes it seems ile a beautiful dream
The girl from the Wadi Hammamat
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Mary's selling flowers
On a stall in EC1
Tonight she'll be out looking for some fun
Her mate Gerry's in the basement
He hasn't got a home
But himself that he's got most things done
Meanwhile I'm up on the roof
Waiting for the sun to shine
I haven't got an excuse
So I'll just keep my head down
David's in the city
He's just made a deal
And the boys they want to take his trouseres down
So they buy some little pills
Which will make poor David ill
And they find themselves in some club downtown
Meanwhile I got off the roof
'Cos the rain keeps pouring down
And I haven't got a clue
Why there's faith in all these clowns
THIS IS THE MODERN WORLD
(x2)
Jim and Jane hit the grapevine
'Cos they're looking for a party
A secret number knows where it can be found
So they pick up Pete and Sheila
And they head down the M40
But someone said they closed the country down
Meanwhile I've locked myself in the kitchen
Waiting for the storm to pass
And if there's too much damage
I think I'll get the fuck out fast
THIS IS THE MODERN WORLD
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I am walking down Roppongi
The night is hot and smoggy
I drink a little coffee
A sake and a beer
I run into a ginja man
He speaks but I don't understand
He grins at me and takes my hand
And whispers in my ear
I play Deji Pachi
I play Deji Pachi
I play Deji Pachi
In my Pachinko dream
I go Uchi Domi
I go Uchi Domi
I go Uchi Domi
In my Pachinko dream
My senses all asunder
I stand and stare in wonder
There's bright light and there's thunder
In Pachinko land
Well versed in the way of Zen
My pockets lined full of yen
I walk the aisle and back again
And sit at Domo's hand
I play Deji Pachi
I play Deji Pachi
I play Deji Pachi
In my Pachinko dream
I go Uchi Domi
I go Uchi Domi
I go Uchi Domi
In my Pachinko dream
I'm on the lexus fever
My hand tight on the lever
I'm shrieking like a diva
Staring in a trance
Turn the handle to the right
A stream of silver balls in flight
It screams and howls a blaze of light
The earth moves below me
I'm laughing tears of sheer delight
As I go Uchi Domi
I play Deji Pachi
I play Deji Pachi
I play Deji Pachi
In my Pachinko dream
I go Uchi Domi
I go Uchi Domi
I go Uchi Domi
In my Pachinko dream
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You got to weep
You got to wail
You got to drag yourself on hands and knees bleeding
Another mile along the trail
You got to laugh in the face of the devil
When he's hanging on to your shirt tail
You got to hold down the lid of the coffin
And hammer in the last nail
My baby's gone so far away
She's never coming back to me
You got to live
You got to learn
How to find your way to the end of the night
When there's nowhere left to turn
How to keep the last embers of the fire alight
When there's nothing left to burn
How to say goodbye to the ashes that fly
From that cheap metal urn
My baby's gone so far away
She's never coming back to me
She said go to sleep
You got to save
Your anger and rage for the living
'Cause they're no damn good in the grave
And don't waste your time in forgiving
The ones who just don't know how to behave
There's heaven and hell in the world that you live in
But I'm in a different place
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I close the door and turn the key
And dream a world for you and me
Beyond the walls a city breathless
In this room one heart beats
The stars they shine for you and me
On the street ten floors below
The city lights are all aglow
The corner girls they come and go
Dreaming of a ticket home
The stars they shine for you and me
I'll have a drink and then we'll see
If the spitit conjures your genie
To lie beside me in my dreams
The wind is blowing a melody
The stars they shine for you and me
Close the door and turn the key
And now that you're alone with me
We'll sit up late and watch TV
The neon flashes red and green
The stars they shine for you and me
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