Looked out my window Saw a bruise in the sky, Closed up my curtains As the world began, the world began to Look through its window Saw a bruise in the sky, Ring down the curtains As the world began to cry.
Celtic children born with stone in hand Cast against the dark Revolution spark Bitter tears they flood the sea They’re drowning me. Frightened soldiers fighting for a queen Streets of orange and green Ancient building scream As exploding motor cars Leave their scars. Hey, belfast cowboys, What you gonna do, where’re you gonna run. Towards […]
I’ve sailed the seas, a hard sea dog to please. Tattooed on my chest, is the girl i love best. Back in 1954, on leave in old singapore I was soaking in gin, when miss foxy walked in. She’s my singapore silk torpedo, Wearing high satin non stick lip glow, I fell a victim to […]
Hide in the shadows, german shepherds are near, Heart double beating in a bright cage of fear, Something he wanted, but the price was too dear, His spirit’s starting to float, The bridge of god is his hope. Choir voices calling as the priest reads the news, Congregations falling, but incredible views, Long ago a […]
With stiffened back, dressed in black Enters doctor pessimism, no one called him. He sips his tea, demands his fee, Offers not one word of comfort to those grieving. Come home momma You know the old man is dying. Brothers, sisters, They stand around and they are crying. He takes his hat, snaps it back […]
I said before, and now i’m sure It’s time to speak the truth Say what i feel inside There’s nothing left to lose Only time can turn the tide. Is it only love that lets you down Is it only love that lets you Is it only love that lets you down. The morning came, […]
Atlanta - Pretty Things
Early morning, pack my bags Atlanta airport driver please Lockheed tristar, runway four Don’t you know i hate to leave. Lazy acres, five slow days That georgia farm gave me release Tequila sunrise lay me down As the warm winds comb the trees. But you know i’ll return For atlanta i burn Atlanta you’re my […]
Sweet miranda, on the veranda You really keep your ice-cream cold Mine’s melting in my hand, I don’t understand, I guess you never could have been told. You want to be a star Yes you are. Driving back home from my venture I’m really feeling empty handed Hand’s on my stick It’s making me sick […]
Joey - Pretty Things
Wouldn’t i be yours Wouldn’t you be mine Wouldn’t i always want the things you are Every day or year It’s got to be a dream, yes it is, yes it is, It’s got to be a dream, yes it is. Wouldn’t i need yours Wouldn’t you need mine Wouldn’t i always want the things […]
Out in the street it’s gently raining, It’s like dancing on glass. You and your razor blade assistant, Carved the lies right from the past. But they offered you such miracles, You who have been handling straws. Soon you’re deafened by the decibels. Then you’re swallowed by the applause. Give’em, take’em, paint a face and […]
