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I was born one morning
Wearing my old coat
I was born to travel
So I went and got a boat
Tried to cure my feet
From taking the wrong street
In the Spring when they do the Thing
Oh yes they do
And you burned all my tables
One day I got the tie
I wore it round my neck
Flashed it round at all the girls
That I was hoping to wreck
Tried to point the shoes on my toes
Where the guitar grows
In the Summer when they do the Thing
Oh yes they do
And they burned all my tables
My father said, listen, son
One day you're gonna gather juice
When you soak up flowers
Don't let your leg hang loose
You stirred up a hornet's nest
I hear it buzzing in your vest
In the Autumn when they do the Thing
Oh yes they do
And you burned all my tables
My life was the table
And you have dined off of it
The two-ended candle
Was the one you lit
They hammered down my jail
While you held the nail
In the Winter when they do the Thing
Oh yes they do
And you burned all my tables
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The smiles on city windows,
It's only the weekly cleaner
The dials on all the faces
Are gradually getting nearer
So make it careful when you can
Forget it if you've read the plan
Call a friend when you're in doubt
Nights are hard when you're locked out
Grins painted on radiators
Are only the teeth of laughter
The numbers of all the victories
Are stenciled on soon after
So don't regret the leaves that fall
Have a little have it all
Take a bit give just as much
Nights are hard without the touch/crutch
The smiling suburban collars
They power the city's cisterns
Whenever they pull the trainchain/They gradually start the pistons
So keep your hair on if you can
When you're living in a van
Call a friend when you're in doubt
Nights are hoarse when you're locked out
Grins painted on petrol tigers
Are only the tanks of porter
Statistics of all the campaigns
Are written down on water
So don't regret the cars that rust
Everything must turn to dust
Cultivate and dig your croft
Nights are hard when you've gone soft
Lovers in the dark
Murders in the park
By the silver moon
Blankets from the fear
Cars when roads are near
Winter's much too soon
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How will I find you O my love
In the darkness of day
I will look in glass forests
Where electric fish play
How will I see you when I find you
In the brightness of light
I will see you on the silver train
That people call night
How will I know you when I see you
In the bareness of spring
I will know you by starlight
Where the road's echoes sing
How will I love you when I know you
In the greyness of mist
I will love you forever
Where sadness has kissed
Walking by the sea
See the names floating by
Trying to find each other's
Trails in the sky
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She wrote me out a letter of thanks
I had to doubt
Waking in someone's shoes
It made me feel so harried
Under her clothes she carried
Proof that she wasn't married
She carved herself a piece of my heart
I have to starve
Walking in someone's bed
Love causes such congestion
It gives me indigestion
When she brings up the question
I walked into a solid brick wall
I felt like glue
Sticking to someone's shed
My front teeth were all broken
By those doors you had spoken
I wish you'd left them open
Now when it's time to look for some peace
I think it's fine
Practising my last stand
Now that the crowd's diminished
Our hope of loud is finished
I trace your name in spinach
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Please open your eyes
Try to realise
I found out today
We're going wrong
Please open your mind
See what you can find
I found out today
We're going wrong
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You say you don't want me
Well I don't want you to go
You say you don't need me
You shut my hair in the door
You say you won't have me
You're leaving my wound all sore
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Breakfast is goodnight
Yesterdays are old meals now
Times ripe for clearout
You say you can't eat it
Well I don't have any food
Yu say you can't face it
Well I'm not in any mood
You say you don't need it
You're leaving my head all chewed
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You say you can't stand it
well why don't you let it sit
You say you can't dig it
yet you'll never let me quit
you say you can't use it
you won't find a better fit
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Hey can you follow,
Now that the trace is fainter in the sand
Try turning your face to the wall
Can you still read me
Now that the chase is wilder in your hand
Try losing your place in the sun
All the praises of the dream turned to tangles in the trees
All yesterday's fine chariots turned to buses in the street
Can you still hear me
Now that the songs are moving into night
Try sleeping with the dancers in your room
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Running, jumping, pushing its way
Mornings nighttime blends into day
Can't find curtains to shut it away
We were alone in the hills of the night
Now the neon dawn lets in the light
And the milkman that nobody knows
Leaves bottles of tears
At the house full of laughter
Nobody ever hears
O the grass is burned black
By the ships coming back from the stars, golden stars
Seas turned to steam
When we boiled the dream of tomorrow, tomorrow
When it gets light
Some of them always stay
She's dressed in white
Till the smoke turns her grey
Falling, stumbling, feeling its way
Mornings nighttime moves into day
Can't find warmth to keep it away
Used to be alone on the waves of cloud
Now the flotsam dawn brings in the crowd
And the angel who sits in her car
Full of desire
But the hoses who came from the town
Put out her fire
O the seas have run dry
And the sun's one good eye is too blind to see
Sky has gone bad
From the good times we had burning bright, such good times
When it gets light
Some of them always stay
She's dressed in white
Till the smoke turns her grey
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Keep it down
If it's still hangin' around
Kept away
Well it's lost inside a day
On the journey through the street
To the corner you have to meet
Keep keepin' it down
If it's hangin' around
In the dawn
When the last drop it has gone
Summer leaves
From the hill where my love grieves
In the sun where you met her
In the shade where you left her
Keep keepin' it down
If it's hangin' around
You've got to keep it down
And never let it go to the top
'Cause you know that if it does
The roundabout is nevver gonna stop, never gonna stop
In the night
There's a space replaces your face
That you lent
I don't know just how it went
Though the trains have passed it by
It still sits up in your sky
Keep keepin' it down
If it's hangin' around
Yeah... Keep it down... keep it down... keep it down...
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Pieces of mind
See how they ran
Prizes of sun
Still to be won
When the life is made of straw
Can you tell me what it's for
Waves that pound against the door
Leave me at the place of/throw it away/throw it away
Leave it today/
Keep me dancing stop me grasping
Clouds that turn to dust on touching
Times I'm so far from/What I want
So much the same
Living in games
Pieces of cake
Until they break apart
They say the plane that comes to pass never rhymes
Now it burns on grass too steep to climb
Best of friends
Until the flowers end
Mines have taken their place
Darkness in their face
Now the golden coach is here
Can you cure me of the fear
Should I move into the clear
Find a time in which I/throw it away/get out today
Keep me singing stop me clutching
Rooms that turn to dust on touching
Times I'm so far from/What I want
Merry-go-round
In a town without a sound
Wings for hire
From the church with no choir
The burning ship is sailing
It will not leave without me – /Throw it away/get out today/
Get out today/
– Keep me singing stop me clutching
Rooms that turn to dust on leaving
Times I'm so far from/What I want
Merry-go-round
In a town without a sound
Wings for hire
From the church with no choir
The burning ship is sailing
It will not leave without me
The stocks of fire unfailing
Won't set me free
There goes the price of drowning
So I must swim to the end
Each day the head needs crowning
To much to mend...
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Face next to mine in the mirror
Love for an hour's history
Only one, just begun
Trying to keep from sleeping
Live in the soft memory
Inly one, just begun
Says in the tune where there's plenty
Gold for a life's treasury
Only two, what to do
Searched in the moon, found the answers
Sold to the next mystery
Only two, what to do
Get back on the track, singing
Thirty shows, change of clothes, face in rows, glowing
Ties torn, shadows born, stormy
Match away, less to say, gone astray, time to pay –
Then there's just empty rooms again
Swept streets
Clean sun sheets
Face next to mine in the darkness
Row down the river with me
Ships that pass, never last
Trying to keep from waking
Know how the lives used to be
Ships that pass never last
Get back on the track, singing
Thirty shows, change of clothes, face in rows, glowing
Ties torn, shadows born, stormy
Match away, less to say, time to pay, gone astray –
Then there's just autumn rooms again
Swept streets
Clean sun sheets
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Without a word
The time is mist
The branches twist against the sun
The leaves that left
Had to run
Without a word
Without a word
Without a word
Between the two
I'm losing you, losing you
In proud parades, in crowded nights
The plans we laid
We can't get through
Without a word
Without a word
Without a word
To say what's yours
I'm losing you, losing you
In racing streets, where ends don't meet
Tomorrow's train
Has closed its doors
Without a word
Without a word...
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The smiles on city windows,
It's only the weekly cleaner
The dials on all the faces
Are gradually getting nearer
So make it careful when you can
Forget it if you've read the plan
Call a friend when you're in doubt
Nights are hard when you're locked out
Grins painted on radiators
Are only the teeth of laughter
The numbers of all the victories
Are stenciled on soon after
So don't regret the leaves that fall
Have a little have it all
Take a bit give just as much
Nights are hard without the touch/crutch
The smiling suburban collars
They power the city's cisterns
Whenever they pull the trainchain/They gradually start the pistons
So keep your hair on if you can
When you're living in a van
Call a friend when you're in doubt
Nights are hoarse when you're locked out
Grins painted on petrol tigers
Are only the tanks of porter
Statistics of all the campaigns
Are written down on water
So don't regret the cars that rust
Everything must turn to dust
Cultivate and dig your croft
Nights are hard when you've gone soft
Lovers in the dark
Murders in the park
By the silver moon
Blankets from the fear
Cars when roads are near
Winter's much too soon
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You say there's no more time to borrow
Two and two make twenty-two
Drownin' your head in sorrow, cryin' every day
We can help you with that prison,
Passin' the time with a smile
Join the boys with crazy rhythm, now it's here to stay
At the madhouse/madhouse/jumpin' at the madhouse
Space makes roads into your hairline
Four and nine make forty-nine
Travellin' on that long lost airline, cryin' in your tray
When your face falls we'll restore it
Makin' it new with a smile
Fillin' in the holes that tore it, now it's time to play
At the madhouse/madhouse/jumpin' at the madhouse
Why the busy why the lazy
Three and three make thirty-three
Future flies will make you crazy, you know anyway
You can join us where we're layin'
We're sittin' back with a smile
Circus band is softly playin', hope you've come to stay
At the madhouse/madhouse/jumpin' at the madhouse
If the darkness sends you funny
Nine and one make ninety-one
Your train's lost it's hope in money, cryin' in your pay
We can turn your inside outside
You'll make it if you have to
Keep on wavin' with our hands tied, now it's all the way
At the madhouse/madhouse/jumpin' at the madhouse
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Without a word
The time is mist
The branches twist against the sun
The leaves that left
Had to run
Without a word
Without a word
Without a word
Between the two
I'm losing you, losing you
In proud parades, in crowded nights
The plans we laid
We can't get through
Without a word
Without a word
Without a word
To say what's yours
I'm losing you, losing you
In racing streets, where ends don't meet
Tomorrow's train
Has closed its doors
Without a word
Without a word...
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Times make me lonely
Tides turn so fast
Days make me wonder
Who will come last
My name was Runnin' Wild
My heart was Fancy Free
Now I'm like a cryin' child
Lost in a mystery...
Back in the old times
Used to burn slow
Now as I get there
I have to go
Times, I mean good times
They've blown away
Into the futures
Now called yesterday
Times...
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Standing there looking like a star
I knew that you were sure to go far
Now I know you've got no time for me
You took my loving and you want to be free
Keep on pushin' on looking for fame
Keep on pushin' on Baby Jane
When you walk onto the stage
No-one would ever guess your age
But when you wake in the morning sun
You can't hide those lines from no-one
Keep on pushin' on looking for fame
Keep on pushin' on Baby Jane
Who'll be there when the fame has passed
Which one of your friends will be last
I'll be there right to the end
I'll be your man, your lover, your friend
Keep on pushin' on looking for fame
Keep on pushin' on Baby Jane
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Born under a bad sign
I've been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn't for bad luck
I wouldn't have no luck at all.
Bad luck and trouble is my only friend
I've been down ever since I was ten.
Born under a bad sign
I've been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn't for bad luck
I wouldn't have no luck at all.
More wine and women is all I crave
Big bad women gunna carry me to my grave.
Born under a bad sign
I've been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn't for bad luck
I wouldn't have no luck at all.
Bad luck and trouble's been my only friend
I've been down ever since I was ten.
Born under a bad sign
I've been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn't for bad luck
I wouldn't have no luck
If it wasn't for real bad luck
I wouldn't have no luck at all.
Born under a bad sign,
Born under a bad sign.
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Sea of faces
Looking for something warm
To take home in the cold dawn
In place of love
The webs I wove
Finding myself lost
Inside a song
Long lines of years
Queueing for calmer seas
Rhapsodies and remedies
To keep the town
From coming down
Finding myself lost
Inside a song
Diving past red lights
On bad nights
Playing crazy games
With my brains
Throwing windows from the tops of towers
People down below with broken hours...
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We've seen so many towns
Where the trains don't ever stop
Though we hear all night sounds
There's no side left to the shop
Nothing but changes
Of face
That life rearranges
Nothing but strangeness
That wastes
Anything it replaces
We've seen so many dreams
Floating out into the tide
They're never what they seem
And there's emptiness inside
Nothing but changes
Of face
That life rearranges
Nothing but strangeness
That wastes
Anything it replaces
Keep hustlin' tomorrow
You might just find
Something to live for
Keep pushin' tomorrow
You might just find
That elusive something...
We've got so many ways
To take the world apart
And almost no one stays
Of they make it from the start
Nothing but changes
Of face
That life rearranges
Nothing but strangeness
That wastes
Anything it replaces
Keep hustlin' tomorrow
You might just find
Something to live for
Keep pushin' tomorrow
You might just find
That elusive something...
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The white hand in the darkened house
Rings a bell that makes the guests drop their cases in fright
A face that seems to laugh alone
Sits in the flames that warm the frozen stretches of night
The skeleton that smokes
His head half guillotined
Sits there telling jokes
About places he has cleaned
How's tricks? How's tricks?
What kicks! It sticks.
Loud ticks...
The bow tie and the question mark
Set sail to beat the cards that rain around the chorus girls
The bullets from the golden gun
Appear to penetrate the flesh below the golden curls
Inside the clear white box
Lies a nervous bathing belle
She hope's he'll find the locks
That free her from the world
How's tricks? How's tricks?
What kicks! It sticks.
Loud ticks...
The rabbit with the faded smile
Is listening to the artist playing in the mirrored room
The albums of forgotten songs
Grow dusty in the floodlit shelves somewhwre below the moon
Owls sit on the letters
Of his last name in lights
Demons and pacesetters
Laugh into the night
How's tricks? How's tricks?
What kicks! It sticks.
Loud ticks...
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Out into the fields
I will go flying
Lovers of the trains
Will watch my tracks
Lonely in their boxes
Me I'm raising the smile
Out over the moon
I will go running
Lovers of the stars
Will watch my trails
Lonely in their boxes
Me I'm raising the smile
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I was born one morning
Wearing my old coat
I was born to travel
So I went and got a boat
Tried to cure my feet
From taking the wrong street
In the Spring when they do the Thing
Oh yes they do
And you burned all my tables
One day I got the tie
I wore it round my neck
Flashed it round at all the girls
That I was hoping to wreck
Tried to point the shoes on my toes
Where the guitar grows
In the Summer when they do the Thing
Oh yes they do
And they burned all my tables
My father said, listen, son
One day you're gonna gather juice
When you soak up flowers
Don't let your leg hang loose
You stirred up a hornet's nest
I hear it buzzing in your vest
In the Autumn when they do the Thing
Oh yes they do
And you burned all my tables
My life was the table
And you have dined off of it
The two-ended candle
Was the one you lit
They hammered down my jail
While you held the nail
In the Winter when they do the Thing
Oh yes they do
And you burned all my tables
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