| A Lyrics |
| AT THE PIPES | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Out at the pipes, watching the ships roll
in Thinking about the wizardry of dreams How a man can turn a girl into a saint Because it's easier to hold onto the pain It takes courage to let go Out at the pipes, watching the dogs playing Thinking about the slipperiness of words How this language is so difficult to grasp Try to hold it, it just filters through your hands Yet it never seems to flow What am I trying to say? Why do things come out this way? What am I trying to say? When I have that figured out I'll be sure to let you know If I figure it out at the pipes I'll let you know |
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| B Lyrics |
| BAAL (CREEP AND I) | BIRD ALONE | |
| Creep and I ate together whenever times of
difficulty forced us He by serving himself uniformed onions Which are good only if eaten from an empty jar |
A bird alone can find rich pickings No bird along to share its food One is for sorrow, two is for joy and three is for flying too High Somewhere on the scene that I am Mapping is another lonely bird A bird whose nest is thinly woven With sticks of words from wordy trees One chair for self and two chairs for fellows, three for society High Somewhere on the scene that I am Mapping is another lonely bird One whose nest is thinly woven from the letter and the word I've rested on these laurels for long enough A winter necklace still on show I hear another bird a-tapping Now I hear it drawing close High |
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| BIT BY BIT | PLACEHOLDER | |
| I've come to believe these days That the word needs a letter If this interface were somehow erased There's the memory of paper 365 drops in the ocean Just two bits in time The Neptune at 9 That's text and devotion You sent me a message at zero bit rates To piece it together you cut and I'll paste Bit by bit |
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| CHILDLESS | COURTESY FOR BOYS AND GIRLS | |
| My face is growing longer again I find it merging with the faces of friends As I am moving from the world of young men Into a childless universe And I have to prepare myself For disappointment There's no mystery left in the world No mystery left in the world... I believe it's growing colder in here This is the winter of my thirtieth year Anytime now it could all disappear Into a childless universe The wanting just paves the way For disappointment There's no mystery left in the world No mystery left in the world... |
'Safe journey Margaret' How unhappy the home can be when one child teases, vexes, annoys 'Happy birthday Eileen' Do you stare at people or cast your eyes aimlessly in a giddy manner? 'Good-bye Mam' 'Good Morning Tom' Do not be selfish, share sweets and gifts with your brothers and sisters 'Shun the company of those who tend to act the vandal 'Good-night Dad' It is rude to stare at people in the street, to ridicule or mock them; 'Have a good holiday Jim'. 'Goodbye'. |
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| DEFIANCE | PLACEHOLDER | |
| There is a knot inside I'm unable to make sense of this world This world The pain is doubled by the light from others' windows And it is trebled by the darkness on the ground Am I not a good person? Am I not a good soul Well I do believe in magic but I cannot make it work I have doubts Such doubts I may be lonelier than ever at this juncture But I like myself enough to stick around Am I not a good person? Am I not a good soul I am trying And I mean it I'm not a liar But I fail sometimes And I mess up And I clean up But the fault is All mine Am I not a good person? Am I not a good soul |
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| E Lyrics |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
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| FOR EMILY, WHENEVER I MAY FIND HER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| What I dream I had: Pressed in organdy; Clothed in crinoline of smoky Burgundy; Softer than the rain I wandered empty streets Down past the shop displays I heard cathedral bells Tripping down the alley ways, As I walked on And when you ran to me Your cheeks flushed with the night We walked on frosted fields of juniper and lamplight, I held your hand. And when I awoke and felt you warm and near, I kissed your honey hair with my grateful tears Oh I love you, girl Oh, I love you |
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| Words & Music : Paul Simon | Words & Music : Name |
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| GOLDEN WEDDING | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Some people walk through the world like they
own it They don't even pay rent They take what is given and fit it all in to their lives It is wonderful And I'm never gonna have a Golden Wedding Some people never make peace with their elders Or peace with themselves And all of that fear makes love disappear from their lives It is wasteful And I'm never gonna have a Golden Wedding It's a case of perspective You would say of course And I suppose it could be worse I could be old, ill, dull, homeless or ugly And I am not, you know But I'm never gonna have a Golden Wedding It is wasteful |
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| HALF MAST | HANKY PANKY NOHOW | |
| Enemy because you showed me I was half what I could be You were all that I was when I was true So I sing for you I'm sailing at half mast The sea was my Indian giver Part of me was a sea shanty Pale limpid and watery Was put to rights with some sound advice No mermaid martyr me I'm as empty as pockets of rock as the tide Pulled away If I'm half what I should be Still more than I was before And if I'm more than I could be Still half what we were |
If the sacheting of gentlemen Gives you grievance now and then What's needed are some memories of planing lakes Those planing lakes will surely calm you down Nothing frightens me more Than religion at my door I never answer panic knocking, falling Down the stairs upon the law What law? There's a law for everything And for Elephants that sing to keep The cows that agriculture won't allow Hanky Panky nohow Hanky Panky nohow oh |
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| Words & Music : Name | Words & Music : John Cale |
| I Lyrics |
| IMPRINT | INTERNAL LIFE OF ANIMALS | |
| I want to leave a burn mark on your skin In the shape of all that I take with me A circle and a cross for love and loss The hex of time and our enduring cage Raging I think the radiologists were right The final act is written in the dust here A circle and a cross for man and moss The lexicon of some redundant age Raging No longer oil, just shadows and heat But what is the matter that thickens the atmosphere? A circle and a cross for all of us Hurled into nevermind You and their armies, you and whoever Raging Falling out of this mean regiment into clean clear Falling off this sharp pediment To live large and run out on life's rent having no fear Leaving the broadband Our land is this land Your hand in my hand Raging I will let you in To stroke on my rib-cage Fingers in that place |
The internal life of animals is something
I know Are you waiting to leave? Are you packing to go? Cover tracks; make your camp here Draw the crossbow to your chest And with the calibrated arrow give me the rest See the beast rising upwards to the heat and raging flies From the stream that knows no better than the carcass The internal life of animals is something I know Are you waiting to leave? Are you packing to go? Cross the lines; cross your heart twice Put the heart crossways on me Be the hunted and the hunter, in symmetry And the beast is beholden to the words that sing its life And the song will make a rattle of the carcass There is nothing left, none to feed relations No one left, none to mow the lawns Quantify love; tell me I'm wrong Show the ledger Quantify me, tell what you see The internal life of animals is something I know Make friends with all your old selves And let them go |
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| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
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| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
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| LISTLESS | LOST IN EUROPE | |
| From a plane full of people who were listlessly
eating And wordlesly sinking to the world of the working In full on rush hour traffic, welcome home From a room with computers, in a yes and a no day From a street filled with houses, through a deja vu doorway Where someone that I knew once held a key It's the end of the road for me With a gin rummy tongue and the motor still running my Carbonate lungs to the edge of the sea How come the lights are on if the motor's off? So tired |
I took a walk, one I'd done before in early
morn The other way The streets were so wonderful With no one there, no traffic blare The melody of emptiness and history This is what life means to me And I don't want this internal monologue any more But I can't turn it off Every day I move myself around and figure out Ways to count The things I'll never have I do believe a soul can grieve itself away End with all our yesterdays I want to get lost in Europe And I don't want this internal monologue any more But I can't turn it off No, I don't want this internal monologue any more But I can't turn it off |
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| LUCKY THE BEE | PLACEHOLDER | |
| The plane's descent for landing was quite
low over the water We could make out details like the perch of birds Exhaustion and displacement brought suspended disbelief We were high on consequence and lost for words At how the balance hangs on a wing tip And how we manage fear with our kinship We're just taking a bee for a walk Lucky A castle in Valasske Mezerici caught the drift Of a current situation now in hand The root of disappointment is in wanting more than is When the shadow on the sundial points to chance And how the balance hangs on a wing tip And how we manage fear with our kinship We#re just taking a bee for a walk Lucky Ahoj, la la la la Taking a bee for a walk |
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| MADE IN THE FIRE | THE MISSING | |
| So you close a door and yet another one opens
on a different floor It's the heart you see, flux within its chambers oh oh Now I'm changed for good Like charwood I used to be sand with water running through it Now I'm glass Made in the fire There are some you love and others that fit you like an oven glove And sometimes they have to break you to make you oh oh And I'm changed for good Like charwood I used to be sand with water running through it Now I'm glass Made in the fire Your friends will hold you I know they'll hold you But not like I would Change is good What is a soulmate? what does it matter when it's too late Made in the fire |
Midday coffee tastes bitter-sweet Tomorrow is a coming thing And if it should arrive It may prove disappointing At the heart of it all is the missing beat Of the someone who left On the streets where you live Living for the moment There's no time for reflection No room for regrets And no space for corrections |
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| MOUNTAIN | MR WILSON | |
| I was running in fear like The tiniest creature I first had to place the full stop Now let us begin Sing it with me Wait, wait Like I had never seen hands or know How they could reach out You first had to make correct knock Now I'll let you come in Time and again Wait, wait This wind will change for you When the mountain moves |
I believe you Mr Wilson I believe the things you say And I'm always thinking of you When I hear your music play And you know it's true That Wales is not like California in any way And when I listen to your music You're still thousands of miles away Take your mixes not your mixture Add some music to our day Don't believe the things they tell you Don't let them get in your way And you know that it's true Wales is not like California in any way And everytime I hear hear your music You're still thousands of miles away California wine is fine... |
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| Words & Music : Name | Words & Music : John Cale |
| MY FATHER THE JEWELLER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| My father is a jeweller He makes rings And if I ask him what does a ring mean He cannot tell me Because a band of gold does not make you whole And it will not keep you with me We have only love, only love Hold onto it My mother gave her life's blood For all of us And if I ask her what did you do that for She will tell me That a band of gold is all that holds Life and soul together We have only love, only love Hold onto it I am never alone because I have them with me Flesh and bone, everything I would not be or would be And I only see, I only see Love Hold them fast Make it last And then the swallows came, sad swallows with wet wings And the endless rain that washed through every ring When your heart closed down did it lock me out or in? I know you can't give me anything You can't give me Hold them fast Make it last Hold onto it |
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| OUT OF THE BLUE | OWN UNIVERSE | |
| A slow moving figure is dressing itself in
the half-light Reflected with me in the dressing-stand mirror His left Ice floes Melt from the inside out forcing the surface to splinter And this old hotel room will see out the seasons that render such change An ancient window Out of my view A slow moving river bleeds over its banks after rainfall Things breaking out of their houses of temperature Spring Ice melts Breath of the hemisphere blew off the habit of winter And it went shuddering out of its silence at close enough range To hear it cracking Out of the blue I hear it cracking |
People get older, they age and they grow It's hard to accept it that some day they'll go You have to race for the minute You have to learn to let go You have to be your own master You have to live for the show Time is a construct we need to get by We cannot control anything but the words that we write You have to breathe in your body You have to let yourself flow To understand we are children That come and go, come and go Look at the world in wonder Stop putting pressure on your nerves Looking for answers when there are none Just be your own universe Ah oh Come and go |
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| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
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| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
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| SPIKE AND THE WHEEL | STEEL WHEELS | |
| Just one of those things you can be part
of 'til you fall apart on Sunday morning Follow the kerb of O'Connell Street as the cars go by Do you ever feel that you're caught between the Spike and the wheel? This is not Sex and the City It's just loneliness in high heels Talk to yourself as you walk inside a centre custom-designed for central banking Stroke on the curve of the Euro sign 'til it makes you blind Do you ever feel that you're caught between the Spike and the wheel? These are not Tales of the City They're just compromised ideals The ghosts of the buildings that were razed to make this are haunting your pockets and stealing your mind When a city is quicksand, a fast moving desert, all life is hazard and is thus defined The past is a junkyard and has no familiar in the hearts of the many who follow behind Hop on your bike, saddle up by me, there is a lot to see, the strand is waiting Now when the tide is out at Sandymount you can walk for miles Do you ever feel that you're caught between the Spike and the wheel? I have no home in the city But the city lives in my dreams When the Word is a slogan and the memory of millions is the race of the mill and the stone of the grind |
Why do we automatically sink to Fighting uncontrollable things When we could just pack up our Belongings and go? The engine that drives imagination Consumes a lot of litres It deserves alloy wheels Wisdom is waiting out in the wings for When we're beyond the factoring in Of useless and imperceptible things We know The engine that drives imagination Consumes a lot of litres It deserves alloy wheels Stronger for all the weakness we face And stronger for climbing out Of disgrace Stronger for coming last in the face If there is a reason for all of this it is Well beyond me, what did I miss? I'm punching the face of life with my fist just so The engine that drives imagination Consumes a lot of litres It deserves alloy wheels |
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| THE SUN KING | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Here the sun king sits beneath the earth;
it is his dark kennel In that time of day the knell of city bells sigh The sun sinks below the arch; A time when a man of dark and sly urges is in a knot He brings a ham to boil; It helps him find the golden ice, But it is only a vein of lead, Not exciting like the shed |
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| TAMMY | TYCHO BRAHE | |
| I hear the cottonwoods whisperin' above, "Tammy, Tammy, Tammy's in love" The ole hooty-owl hooty-hoos to the dove, "Tammy, Tammy, Tammy's in love" Does my lover feel What I feel When he comes near? My heart beats so joyfully, You'd think that he could hear Wish I knew if he knew What I'm dreamin' of "Tammy, Tammy, Tammy's in love" Whippoorwill, whippoorwill, you and I know Tammy ... Tammy ... can't let him go The breeze from the bayou keeps murmuring low: "Tammy, Tammy, Tammy's in love" When the night is warm, Soft and warm, I long for his charms I'd sing like a violin If I were in his arms Wish I knew if he knew What I'm dreaming of "Tammy, Tammy, Tammy's in love" |
It's a lonely stretch of road that has few
signposts Observation is a lonely science Its reward in the findings It's the way of the world, the way of the world Order, any order, as we see it Is a story of inquiry Exactitude Every story is a river of subjective Beauty can be found in each spring And in the curve of a ring It's the way of the world, the way of the world Order, any order, as we know it Is a story of inquiry Exactitude It's the way of the world, the way of the world Numbers, any numbers that you know of Is a tower to the power Of exactitude The history of love has not been written Just the history of its thieves |
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| Words & Music : Debbie Reynolds | Words & Music : Name |
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| UNPLANNED | PLACEHOLDER | |
| You walked in, I knew you to see So we began, on my part clumsily And that wet strand clinging to your face Well I almost brushed it away But it's not my place, being a near stranger That is the danger in being The most beautiful one I ever nearly knew Suddenly I'm full of you How does that happen? How does it? Then later, when I can't sleep I'm found walking a 6am street And I'm thinking; thinking of your hand And a gesture, completely unplanned But it's not my place; pardon my intrusion I'm horribly human when seeing The most beautiful one I've ever hardly known So another bird has flown How did that happen? How did it? Tired of wanting what I can't own; tired of watching from home Tired of looking for the right words; tired of singing without being heard How did this happen? |
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| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
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| YOUR HOUSE FROM MINE | PLACEHOLDER | |
| I have a fever on my mind That is all I know Leave your possessions at my door They'll be fine Bloody lows, bloody highs Bloody lows, bloody highs I have a creature on my mind That is all I know Make your confession at my door That is fine Bloody lows, bloody highs Bloody lows, bloody highs I need to see your house from mine I have a creeper in my mind That is all I grow Now lay your clothes upon my floor You are fine Close the behind you Close the door I'll mind you You're fine now You're fine here Get a wide range, got a small view I'm behind you |
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