1. |
i do
03:31
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I do
What do I have to do
To get through to you
The sun makes you blind
What do I do to keep you in line?
We are afraid of the dark
What do you say, say nothing
Which by the way, means nothing at all
Ch) all the others
weren’t what they seemed
They kissed
and left me with sour dreams
And in a cold December,
a courting we will be
Just please don’t raise
your voice to me
I do
You’re having dreams again
Like no-one should
When you never thought those lessons
Would ever come to any good
Do I follow you to normal
That’s as far as I can reach
Time has been hard
To you and me
Ch) all the others
Weren’t what they seemed
They kissed
And left me with sour dreams
And in a cold December
A courting we will be
Just please don’t raise
Your voice to me
I do
Br) they storm, they run
Yellow-eyed through sleep
In the dawn, in the morning
In the company we keep
Ch) all the others
Weren’t what they seemed
They kissed
And left me with sour dreams
And in a cold December
A courting we will be
Just please don’t raise
Your voice to me
I do
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2. |
suburbia
02:34
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Suburbia
There’s a gypsy selling heather in the corner of the street
She takes my money, smacks her lips, says who I’m gonna meet
You can tell where she’s from, there’s resignation in her smile
She rode the rollercoaster, she’s walked the golden mile
She takes my hand in her leather one and presses close to me
But in her whisper all I hear’s the crashing of the sea
And grass is always greener, floor is always cleaner on the other side
And you will always be found despite making no sound when you hide
With vodka knowledge belching forth can’t stumble very far
There’s a man I know fixated on his beer glass at the bar
As I struggle with a riff that can only end in tears
He pauses to remind me it’s been three whole years
You and me we’re the honest thing about which the poets know
We’re the cobbled streets in town on which the lovers glow
You’re compulsively quiet and confusingly loud
You’re always borrowed when I look around, you pleasure me, come pleasure me for a while
There’s a bomb in your shoe know it’s hard to admit
There’s a gun in your boot, that’s why they don’t fit
An unexploded piece of everyone’s heart
Paused on the shelf labelled ’missing part’
She takes my hand in her leather one and presses close to me
But in her whisper all I hear’s the crashing of the sea
And floor is always cleaner, grass is always greener on the other side
And you will always be found despite making no sound when you hide
And you will always be found despite making no sound when you hide
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3. |
soon
03:44
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Soon
I think that the sun
Is rising like it should
I’m left wondering
If I’m acting like a fool
But I write to you everyday
Pages and hundreds of lines
To rub salt in my wounds
You don’t reply
Will you offer?
Is it soon?
Do you love me?
I think you do.
You come to me at night
Dancing through my dreams
My blood goes cold
As I’m shrinking back to me
I sing for you everyday
Everything I can write
Which rubs salt in my wounds
When you can’t reply
Will you offer?
Is it soon?
Do you love me?
I think you do.
Fill me with your thoughts,
I’m here
Tell me your desires.
I’m real.
Send me away,
Keep me in chains,
Just do something.
Anything.
So there I am waiting
Inviting you in
All the aching and longing
Etched onto my skin
I will take you everywhere,
Oh, the places you’ll see!
Rendering speechless, a
Dirty thing made clean
Will you offer?
Is it soon?
Do you love me?
I think you do.
Will you offer?
Is it soon?
Do you love me?
I know you do.
(I know you do)
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4. |
life in the rain
02:14
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Life in the rain
A lesser man would panic
Blackbird at the window is a sign of times to come
The mile since I ran it is high and hard to climb
And my eyes dry in the sun
But how far, and how high?
And I’m tired of the lies that I tell and you hold them so tight
Wait outside my love
I may find you yet with your hair turned white
And your feelings move, I prepare to lose
And fall into the night
Your song set me free
But you came too late and I can’t live ‘till there’s colour in me
Wonder why you’re still here
You’re all I’ll have tonight but I can’t look you in the eye
I can feel us dying, I’m hanging onto threads
Miracles pass me by
And my god, I see
Myself in you still outside and my troubles leave
And your song set me free
But you came too late and I can’t live ‘till there’s colour in me
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5. |
dreamstrange
03:25
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dreamstrange
You think up demons
I write the lines
We wait until
It’s closing time
What the hell
Is wrong lately
(p) I don’t know What
to do with myself
If only they
Would write themselves
If we could make
You be well; we dream strange
I eat and sleep
My time away
You go to church
Kneel down to pray
But all the time
I’m a fool
I can’t believe
Anyone but you
If only they
would write themselves
If we could make
You be well; we dream strange
I will stay
Till the sun fades
You would never
See me go away
I am tired
Can’t find the song
We were our own
Monsters all along
If only they
would write themselves
If we could make
You be well; we dream strange
Instrumental
If only they
would write themselves
If we could make
You be well;
If only they
would write themselves
If we could make
You be well; we dream strange
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6. |
any harbour
03:55
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Any Harbour
I know the signs
When you stand up straight
I wish I could see
What’s on your face
If you leave if you leave
With your head held high
I would die
In this place
Any harbour would have done
But the penny that I found (it fell so soon)
And when I danced (and when I danced ) any harbour would have done
It’s a bit like now
And when you go
This war of words
Will lose my voice
Like never before
So sing me till
I go to sleep
Your boots will fit
This ground
Any harbour would have done
But the penny that I found (it fell too soon)
And when I danced (and when I danced ) any harbour would have done
It’s a bit like now
(Instrumental)
If you leave if you leave
With your head held high
I would die
In this place
Any harbour would have done
But the penny that I found (it fell too soon)
And when I danced (and when I danced ) any harbour would have done
It’s a bit like now
Any harbour would have done
It’s a bit like now
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7. |
away from you (live)
03:42
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Away from you
Tell me about your dream
Write words of nonsense
On my skin
Pull me in and
Wish the nights along
So tight, your eyes
Don’t focus
Your mind at a loss and
Ch)I’m now far enough
To realise
I knew you 30 moons
Or so
Where do you go?
Where do I go
When I’m not here
Away from you
Every day a puddle
Of rage that you calm
With the stuff
That keeps you sane
And years later
As they took you away
Without a fight
I think you smiled
Ch)I’m now far enough
To realise
I knew you 30 moons
Or so
Where do you go?
Where do I go
When I’m not there
Away from you
Instrumental
Ch)I’m now far enough
To realise
I knew you 30 moons
Or so
Where do you go?
Where do I go
When I’m not there
Away from you
As I sing now
In your favourite key
Staying here
In your dreams
I knew so little
Of it at the time
Now I know things
That hurt my head
I think I said
Things I meant,
I think
I owe you nothing
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8. |
nice girl that got angry
03:20
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nice girl that got angry
I’ve been wondering
Why I’m drinking
You’re so clever
But I can’t think and
Things revolving
Round my head
I can’t forget
The things you said
Such a lovely thing
She was a pretty thing
I could’ve bleached my skin
If you’d have found me there
the same.
You ain’t the same
I had a ring and
Everything and
When my friends talked it
was the wrong reason
And I had smiled
And all the skies
Were blue
They were so you
Such a lovely thing
She was a pretty thing
I couldn’t bleach my skin
You’d have found me there
The same.
You ain’t the same
All the roses
I never had
When I was good, I
Could have been bad
All I got was
This awful song
And you
Memories of you
Such a lovely thing
She was a pretty thing
I would have bleached my skin
If you’d have done
The same
You ain’t the same
(break)
Now I’m fine
That it was mine
You left me
And broke my mind
Now it’s easy
I’ve overcome
And I am smiling
That it’s not you
She was a pretty thing
I was a little thing
And I won’t bleach my skin….
Again
For you ain’t the same
She was a pretty thing
I was a little thing
And I’m not the same
I’m not the same
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9. |
after you'd gone (live)
03:48
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After you’d gone
I sit now at the table and weep
The years turn to gold as I recognise the man on the street
A letter, an empty soda can
That’s who I am
In a room thick with dark I am an envious child
The only thing left that is mine
And is it still a love song
Now that I’m left behind?
The house is filled with your absence
You were better by my side
I’ll talk to myself if you won’t listen
Oh you set to dazzle and many still cry
Beautiful, beautiful, what happened this time?
And is it still a love song
Now that I’m left behind
The house is filled with your absence
You were better by my side
How do I fill my days now?
What do I think about?
Expect there’ll only be traces of you
In the part that I’m allowed
Oh and is it still a love song
Now that I’m left behind
The house is filled with your absence
You were better by my side
I’ll talk to myself if you won’t listen
Oh you set to dazzle and many still cry
Beautiful beautiful
What happened this time?
And is it still a love song
Now that I’m left behind
The house is filled with your absence
You were better by my side
You were better by my side
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10. |
boathouse
03:31
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The boathouse
Take me to my lover, so,
And send him home to me.
He’s books on guns inside his hands
And I would set him free.
Oh bring me to the boathouse
So I can smell the sea
Oh bring me to the boathouse
And I would set him free.
I’ll spin a yarn and truth like this
Hold tight onto my keys
And when I come to find him
He’ll need a place to sleep.
Oh bring me to the boathouse
For he is kind to me,
Oh bring me to the boathouse
He’ll need a place to sleep.
Unwind my traps and shackles, foe,
Then tie me up some more.
Of heroes that I read about
I liked him best of all.
Oh bring me to the boathouse
So I will never fall,
Oh bring me to the boathouse
I liked him best of all
Before I saw him singing,
I couldn’t go that far.
From hospitals back home again
To where the sirens start.
Oh bring me to the boathouse
And never break my heart,
Oh bring me to the boathouse
To where the sirens start
(instrumental)
Don’t come too close, my tongue is tied
I cannot be alone.
And find himself inside my head
Of that he’ll never know.
Oh bring me to the boathouse,
We’ll have somewhere to go
Bring me to the boathouse
Of that he’ll never know.
Oh bring me to the boathouse
So I can smell the sea.
He brings me to the boathouse,
For he is kind to me.
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11. |
the plinky song
02:20
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The plinky song
Your eyes could light a thousand rooms and keep on shining
You blind me ‘till I don’t know who
Is making me keep on smiling
And there’s no way out
She’s stuck like glue to your side
You glance at me across the room and there’s no way I can hide
The feeling that I don’t belong, if I can’t have you I want no-one
There’s no chance for us anyway, she watches every move you make
She knows we’re going strong, we have this perfect bond
Can’t believe it’s not so plain, I wish the ties would go away and
We’re private when we watch each other
Still want to turn and run for cover
Best be quiet and remember it’s mine
I say stupid things sometimes
The feeling that I don’t belong, if I can’t have you I want no-one
There’s no chance for us anyway, she watches every move you make
The feeling that I don’t belong, if I can’t have you I’ll have no-one
There’s no chance for us anyway, she watches every move we make
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Rosemary for remembrance
He took you down to the river one day
Showed you all the pretty things.
He bewitched you with all the pleasure
He said life could bring.
He painted your canvas, he read your poems, more,
He lay you down and he kissed you by the shore.
He charmed your mother, he confused your brother
He said he’d keep you sane.
But it didn’t occur to listen as you stood over the water that day.
Ophelia what were you thinking, was it the madness, why did you go?
Was it a statement, was it a question, did he even know?
There were deadly flowers in your hand
Which you thrust at the people at court
But there was a sorrow, a sympathy in their eyes, nothing more
When the men in white coats came to take you, I think you realised
And when they classed you as ‘type 2 whatever’
I think you smiled
Ophelia what were you thinking, why do it for a man?
Did you think he would notice, did you even think he’d understand?
Goodnight sweet ladies, there’s pansies for thought, pray you love remember
There’s fennel, there’s columbine, there’s rue for you and some for me
We may call it the herb of grace on Sunday, there’s a daisy
I would give you some violets but they withered all when my father died.
Ophelia, cry no more
There’s women here still remember what you died for
It was the man, it was the madness, it was everything and all
And you smiled as you disappeared into the river
Sometimes we all want to fall
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