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Five Live: On Tour in America (2007)
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I've come across the desert
To greet you with a smile
My camel looks so tired
It's hardly worth my while
To tell you of my travels
Across the golden East
I see your preparations
Invite me first to feast

Take me I'm yours
Because dreams are made of this
Forever there'll be a heaven in your kiss

Amusing belly dancers
Distract me from my wine
Across Tibetan mountains
Are memories of mine
I've stood some ghostly moments
With natives in the hills
Recorded here on paper
My chills and thrills and spills

Take me I'm yours
Because dreams are made of this
Forever there'll be a heaven in your kiss

It's really been some welcome
You never seem to change
A grape to tempt your leisure
Romantic gestures strange
My eagle flies tomorrow
It's a game I treasure dear
To seek the helpless future
My love at last I'm here

Take me I'm yours
Because dreams are made of this
Forever there'll be a heaven in your kiss

. . .


Slightly drunk once again
All alone with my pen
I thought I'd write to you
How can I say how I feel ?
Falling down on a deal
This last night with you
Is it the cold that makes me shake?
I just hope that I'm awake
I say alright I knew
(I knew)

I was wrong you were right
(That's a line I cannot find)
I could not say goodbye
(to explain just why I lied)
Why's it always feel the same?
(slightly drunk what you said to me)
I'm in love once again
(can't fall in love without misery)

I'm pretty sad but so what?
I should be glad but I'm not
I'm confused once more
All tangled up in your love
Without it now so that's tough
My heart cries for

A little talk to anger me
Out on the road especially
Back to you once more
(once more)

I was wrong you were right
(That's a line I cannot find)
I could not say goodbye
(to explain just why I lied)
Why's it always feel the same?
(slightly drunk what you said to me)
I'm in love once again
(can't fall in love without misery)

Slightly drunk once again
All alone without friends
Had it all, I know I lied
All my ends seem untied
I cannot say how I feel

. . .


The first circle comes around
You don't want to leave her side
You're staying in, you don't go out
You're having such a perfect time
You make your bed and you lie in it
And time is precious every minute

The next circle comes around
And so domestic you become
In your matching dressing gowns
You think your lifetimes just begun
You cut the cake but just the one slice
You're crawling back all through the night

Love circles up above
It waits until your love
Breaks down and weeps
Then it's out of your reach
Love circles up above
It waits for your love
Down on the floor
Then you're there in its claws
Love circles up above
Love circles up above

The last circle comes around
You're making plans to fill your days
You're always wanting to stay out late
And you can feel love start to fade
You fall asleep or read a book
The phone goes back upon the hook

When I lay awake at night
And love can't be found
The first circle's on my mind
It goes round and round and round

. . .


I feel like I'm pounding on a big door
No one can hear me knocking
I feel like I'm falling flat to the floor
No one can catch me from falling

The hourglass has no more grains of sand
My watch has stopped, no more turning hands
The crew have abandoned the ship
The lights are on but no one is in

Take it to the bridge, throw it overboard
See if it can swim, back up to the shore
No one's in the house, everyone is out
All the lights are on and the blinds are down

Take it to the bridge, throw it overboard
See if it can swim, back up to the shore
No one's in the house, everyone is out
All the lights are on and the blinds are down

I feel like I'm calling on a telephone
No one can hear the ringing
I feel like I'm running up a steep hill
No one can stop me from running

The hourglass has no more grains of sand
My watch has stopped, no more turning hands
The little hand shakes its fist
The face is hanging out on a spring

Take it to the bridge, throw it overboard
See if it can swim, back up to the shore
No one's in the house, everyone is out
All the lights are on and the blinds are down

Take it to the bridge, throw it overboard
See if it can swim, back up to the shore
No one's in the house, everyone is out
All the lights are on and the blinds are down

Take it to the bridge, throw it overboard
See if it can swim, back up to the shore
No one's in the house, everyone is out
All the lights are on and the blinds are down

Take it to the bridge, throw it overboard
See if it can swim, back up to the shore
No one's in the house, everyone is out
All the lights are on and the blinds are down

The hourglass has no more grains of sand
Little red grains of sand
My watch has stopped, no more turning hands
Little green neon hands

Take it to the bridge, throw it overboard
See if it can swim, back up to the shore
No one's in the house, everyone is out
All the lights are on and the blinds are down

Take it to the bridge, throw it overboard
See if it can swim, back up to the shore
No one's in the house, everyone is out
All the lights are on and the blinds are down

Feel like I'm calling back to the shore
No one can hear me calling
Feel like I'm falling back to the floor
No one can catch me from falling

. . .


Funny words I cannot read
Trams and boats where Strauss is street
Milky way and far out looks
On your bike and Anne Frank books
Down the disco it's clockwork time
Where's the humour where am I
This world's got smaller
I'm shaking lots of hands
Saying lots of things
That no one understands
You can shake my tree
But you won't get me
Where am I
I think I'm go go, go go, go go

Liquor stores and rodeos
P I X and rock and roll
The freckled faced, the thin and fat
The drive-in film, the drive-in bank
Strip and porno neon signs
Where's the buildings, where am I?
This world's got smaller
I'm shaking lots of hands
Saying lots of things
That no one understands
You can shake my tree
But you won't get me
Where am I
I think I'm go go, go go, go go, go go, go go, go go

Buckingham Palace trains all late
Funny little men all out in the rain
Car front deals and afters pubs
Tenth year plays and seedy clubs
And iffy people don't seem to mind
Where's the action where am I
Oh this world's got smaller
I'm shaking lots of hands
Saying lots of things
That no one understands
You can shake my tree
But you won't get me
Where am I
I think I'm go go, go go, go go, go go, go go, go go, go go, go go, go go, go go

. . .


As much as I love you
As much as I care
I just can't pretend that
The problem's not there
We know all the boundaries
From where we both stand
Our life has been happy
Without any plan
But now I feel sorrow
As friendship turns stale
Our love's still on track but
Without a third rail
The moon has come up now
The sun has gone down
A million or more times
Since you've been around
Our life still goes on but
It won't be the same
As when we're together
Love only knows pain
With words that are tender
Our love will prevail
But can our love go on
Without a third rail

White clouds appear like cotton wool
The wind bends trees to bow
As we farewell this love of ours
Like some old sacred cow
As sure as heaven's above us
And hell is down below
Without a third rail to drive us
We'll have no place to go

There's a lump in my throat
I'm choked as I say
Our love has reached twilight
Let's call it a day
We kiss on the platform
The doors slowly close
Like theatre curtains
Pulled after the show
We both know it's over
And somehow we've failed
Love's going in circles
Without a third rail

. . .


When I was crowned a mama's boy by friends I didn't like
I made a meal of trips to school upon my father's bike
I used to sit between his legs perched on a piece of wood
And if it ever rained on us, I'd slip beneath his hood
And at home, the radio was on

From Julie Andrews (Out of my head)
To Jerry Garcia (Playing the Dead)
Life was all fun and games (Fun and games)
(Out of my head) I was out of my head
(Under the bed) And underneath my bed
(Playing the Dead) Playing with electric trains
(Electric trains)

At home the stereo was on
My head was filled with rock
I played a willow cricket bat guitar
And soloed round the clock
My records stacked up in a pile
Collected from the charts and the Top of The Pops

From Julie Andrews (Out of my head)
To Jerry Garcia (Playing the Dead)
Life was all fun and games (Fun and games)
(Out of my head) I was out of my head
(Under the bed) And underneath my bed
(Playing the Dead) Playing with electric trains
(Electric trains)

Kneeling with torchlight shining before me
In bed with my eyeballs stuck in readers' wives
Pubic hairs proudly counted every day
Many took their story out into the Milky Way

I chased the girls and made them cry, my hair grew down my back
The passing of my teenage years were spent down in the sack
I played guitar and formed a band, I puked up all night long
As people came to sit and stare while I raced through my songs
The Sound of Music passed me by
Just like the Grateful Dead

From Julie Andrews (Out of my head)
To Jerry Garcia (Playing the Dead)
Life was all fun and games (Fun and games)
(Out of my head) I was out of my head
(Under the bed) And underneath my bed
(Playing the Dead) Playing with electric trains
(Electric trains)

Oh, electric trains
(Out of my head)
(Under the bed)
(Playing the Dead)
(Out of my head)
(Under the bed)
(Playing the Dead)
(Out of my head)

. . .


She goes for her medical
She's passed, it's a miracle
She's up over the moon
She whistles nonsense tunes
She wants drinks for everyone
She's found a chord that she can strum
Emotions leaking out
Her paint's all over town

What's that she's playing?
(Annie, get your gun)
What's that she's taking?
(The song has to be sung)
She's gone electric
(Annie, wipe them out)
That's unexpected
(Strum that thing and shout)
Don't pull that trigger
(Annie, get your gun)
Don't shoot that singer
(You're shooting number one)
Number one
Number one

He's not into miracles
Sees life all too cynical
The cat has got his tongue
Now she bangs on his drum
He says, "Pull the other one"
Bells ring, look what you have done
Emotions leaking out
Her paint's all over town

What's that she's playing?
(Annie, get your gun)
What's that she's taking?
(The song has to be sung)
She's gone electric
(Annie, wipe them out)
That's unexpected
(Strum that thing and shout)
Don't pull that trigger
(Annie, get your gun)
Don't shoot that singer
(You're shooting number one)
Ooh

Get your gun
Get your gun

She's gone electric
(Annie, wipe them out)
That's so unexpected
(Strum that thing and shout)
Don't pull that trigger
(Annie, get your gun)
Don't shoot that singer
(Annie) Annie
(Annie) Annie

. . .


She gave to me her tenderness
Her friendship and her love
I see her face from time to time
There in the sky above
We grew up learning as we went
What a voyage our life could be
It took us through a wilderness
Into the calmest sea
Her smile could lift me from the pain
I often found within
She said some things I won't forget
She made a few bells ring
So simple her humility
Her beauty found in grace
Today she lives another life
In some fantastic place
She showed me how to raise a smile
Out of her bed of gloom
And in her garden sanctuary
A life began to bloom.
She visualised a world ahead
And planned how it would be
She left behind the strongest love
That lives eternally
I have the hope that when it's time
For me to come her way
That she'll be there to show me round
Whenever comes that day
Her love was life and happiness
And in her steps I trace
The way to live a better life
In some fantastic place

. . .


He drove up to the motel
In his town and country car
He watched the working women
With the field hands from the farm
He walked into the lobby
With his pleased to see you smile
Scribbled on to the register
His fictitious name and smiled
The footsteps of a young girl
Came tapping along the hall
The outline of his features
Were shadowed on the wall
She stood a little nervous
Half lit by the neon light
That flashed in many colours
Through the darkness of the night

The skin on his face
Like a well worn saddle
Smiled as he said goodnight
At the melody motel
It was business as usual
As the girls wiped the tears from their eyes

His shirt lay by his bedside
His jeans down by his feet
She swallowed hard and mumbled
With the key between her teeth
On went the television
The picture flickering slow
Top cat in the alley way
As they sat there all alone

He drove back up his driveway
In his town and country car
His wife was cooking chicken
With a baby in her arms
The smell of home cooked dinner
Filled the air at home that night
Screaming Officer Dibble
In the TV's flickering light

Slumped in his favourite armchair
His face as grey as stone
His feet up on the table
Next to the chicken bones
He seemed to show no feelings
Picking corn out from his teeth
Police down at the motel
As the blood dried on the sheets

. . .


She's not a picture above somebody's fire
She sits in a towel with a purple hair dryer,
She waits to get even with me.
She hooks up her cupcakes and puts on her jumper
Explains that she'll be late to a worrying mother,
She meets me in Piccadilly.
A begging folk singer stands tall by the entrance
His song relays worlds of most good intentions,
A fiver a ten p in his hat for collection.

She talks about office she talks about dresses
She's seen one she fancies her smile is impressing,
So maybe I'll treat her someday.
We queue among strangers and strange conversation
Love's on the lips of all forms of engagements,
All queuing to see tonight's play.

A man behind me talks to his young lady
He's happy that she is expecting his baby,
His wife won't be pleased but she's not been round lately.

The girl was so dreadful we left in a hurry
We escaped in the rain for an Indian curry,
At the candle lit Taj Mahal.
My lips to a napkin I called for a taxi
The invite of eyes made it tense but relaxed me,
My mind took a devious role.

The cab took us home through a night I'd not noticed
The neon club lights of adult films and Trini Lopez,
My arm around love but my acting was hopeless.

We crept like two thieves from the kettle to the fire
We kissed to the sound of the silence that we'd hired,
Now captured, your love in my arms.
A door opened slightly a voice spoke in worry
Mum went to bed without wind of the curry,
Our secret love made its advance.

Like Adam and Eve we took bite on the apple
Loose change in my pocket it started to rattle,
Heart like a gun was just half of the battle.

. . .


Slaughtered gutted and heartbroken
With no spirit or no soul
My emotions have been stolen
Love has left me with this hole
Now my heart's a deep dark cavern
Emptiness is all I feel
I'm the pig she tried to fatten
And now all I do is squeal
But things could be worse
Things could be very bad for me
O' my dear I find myself
A stitch short of a tapestry

Patience on the verge of breaking
I'm kicking cans around the street
Like a bad cold I need shaking
Like a fool I want to cheat
But to me she was an angel
And I went and let her down
The attraction was so fatal
That she kicked me off her cloud

The light was on there in her window
I saw her shadow moving around
I tried to stand on tip toes
Hoping that she might look down
I wanted so bad to call her
But I had to walk away
Slaughtered, gutted and heartbroken
Another diamond down the drain

. . .


I met her in a pool room
Her name I didn't catch
She looked like something special
The kind who'd understand
The room was almost spinning
She pulled another smile
She had the grace like pleasure
She had a certain style

Sunlight on the lino
Woke me with a shake
I looked around to find her
But she'd gone
Goodbye girl
Goodbye girl
Goodbye girl

She took me to her hotel
A room on the second floor
A kettle and two coffees
A number on the door
She said I hardly know you
Agreed we kissed goodnight
I knew that in the morning
Somehow I'd wake to find

Sunlight on the lino
Waking me with a shake
I looked around to find her
But she'd gone
Goodbye girl
Goodbye girl
Goodbye girl

I've lost my silver RAZOR
My club room locker keys
The money in the WAIST COAT
It doesn't bother me
My wife has moved to JERSEY
Some Mug is not the word
If you ever see her
Say hello goodbye girl

Sunlight on the lino
Woke me with a shake
I looked around to find her
But she'd gone
Goodbye girl
Goodbye girl
Goodbye girl

. . .


She was frigid like a bible
When she met her boyfriend michael
He took her in his zephyr
They sat like salt and pepper
Looking out across the city
From lover's leap is pretty
The lights they flick and flutter
He told her how he loved her
Next night he called for her
But dad protected daughter
And told him she was poorly
A lie was told there surely
So michael felt rejected
This wasn't quite expected
He drove off to his local
Where he felt anti-social

She cried all night at missing
The boy she could be kissing
While he was falling over
He drunk himself back sober
And went home in a taxi
And crashed out in the back seat
He slept just like a baby
Which he hadn't done just lately
He saw her in the morning
Out with his sister pauline
She felt all shy and soppy
He acted cool and cocky
He said tonight at charlie's
There's going to be a party

I'll meet you at half seven
She visualised the heaven

If you ever change your mind
Which you do from time to time
Never chew a pickle
With a little slap and tickle
You have to throw the stone
To get the pool to ripple

That night they danced together
It looked like love forever
He put his hand on her leg
You should have heard what she said
He tried again much later
It seemed to aggravate her
He drove home in silence
Avoiding all violence
She said let's watch the city
From lover's leap is pretty
I think I need the fresh air
She put a comb through her hair
Then while she turned to kiss him
And very nearly missed him
She put her hand on his leg
He felt her tongue in his head

If you ever change your mind
Which you do from time to time
Never chew a pickle
With a little slap and tickle
You have to throw the stone
To get the pool to ripple

. . .


A black and white photograph
Of me up the garden path
Wrapped up in my football scarf
It sits here in my hand
And there mother smothered me
And how she would mother me
She knew how to suffer me
Like all mothers can
Now she is everywhere
The comb that runs through my hair
My posture on a chair
But that's not who I am
He ran from the arguments
And sat on the garden fence
And lived in the passing tense
That fell from her lips
He tended the house so well
And each time she rang his bell
He'd climb back from where he fell
And gathered his wits
Now I fear the mold is mine
A vibration shakes my spine
As I walk the crooked line
Reality hits

So let me walk free from you
You know that you want me to
Let me try something new
Let me walk away

If it's not one thing it's your mother
How I love her
How I love her
How I love her
But it's not so easy to say
Please won't you let me walk away
Let me walk away
Let me walk away

So let me walk on my own
And finish my ice cream cone
If we are to make it home
Then all will be well
Look see I'm a father now
I'm raising my own eyebrow
And being in my own row
And making life hell
This is me, see here I am
Doing the best that I can
This life has a subtle plan
But you couldn't tell

. . .


The Indians send signals from the rocks above the pass
The cowboys take position in the bushes and the grass
The squaw is with the corporal, she is tied against the tree
She doesn't mind the language, it's the beating she don't need
She lets loose all the horses when the corporal is asleep
And he wakes to find the fires dead and arrows in his hats
And Davy Crockett rides around and says it's cool for cats
It's cool for cats (Cool for cats)

The Sweeny's doing 90 'cause they've got the word to go
To get a gang of villains in a shed up at Heathrow
They're counting out the fivers when the handcuffs lock again
In and out of Wandsworth with the numbers on their names
It's funny how their Missus always looks the bleeding same
And meanwhile at the station, there's a couple of likely lads
Who swear like how's your father and they're very cool for cats
They're cool for cats (Cool for cats)

To change the mood a little, I've been posing down the pub
I'm seeing my reflection, I'm looking slightly rough
I fancy this, I fancy that, I wanna be so flash
I give a little muscle, and I spend a little cash
But all I get is bitter and a nasty little rash
And by the time I'm sober, I've forgotten what I've had
And everybody tells me that it's cool to be a cat
Cool for cats (Cool for cats)

Shape up at the disco when I think I've got a pull
I ask her lots of questions as she hangs onto the wall
I kiss her for the first time, and then I take her home
I'm invited in for coffee, and I give the dog a bone
She likes to go to discos, but she's never on her own
I said, "I'll see you later," and I give her some old chat
But it's not like that on the TV when it's cool for cats
It's cool for cats (Cool for cats)

Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh

Cool for cats

Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh

. . .


I bought a toothbrush, some toothpaste, a flannel for my face
Pajamas, a hairbrush, new shoes and a case
I said to my reflection, "let's get out of this place"
Past the church and the steeple, the laundry on the hill
The billboards and the buildings, memories of it still
Keep calling and calling, but forget it all, I know I will

Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered
What's been going on
Now that you have gone
There's no other
Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered

I'm at the carpark, the airport, the baggage carousel
The people keep on crowding, I'm wishing I was well
I said, "It's no occasion, it's no story I can tell"
At my bedside, empty pocket, a foot without a sock
Your body gets much closer, I fumble for the clock
Alarmed by the seduction, I wish that it would stop

Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered
What's been going on
Now that you have gone
There's no other
Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered

I bought a novel, some perfume, a fortune all for you
But it's not my conscience that hates to be untrue
I asked of my reflection, "tell me, what is there to do?"

Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered
What's been going on
Now that you have gone
There's no other
Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered
Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered
Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered
Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered
Tempted by the fruit of another

. . .


If I didn't love you I'd hate you
Watching you play in the bath
A soap suds stickle back navy
A scrubbing brush landing craft
Your skin gets softer and warmer
I pat you down with a towel
Tonight it's love by the fire
My mind goes out on the prowl
If I If I If I If I If I

If I didn't love you I'd hate you
I'm playing your stereogram
Singles remind me of kisses
Albums remind me of plans
Tonight it's love by the fire
The wind plays over the coals
Passionate looks are my fancy
But you turn the look into stone

If I didn't love you
Would you sit and glow by the fire
If I didn't love you
Would you make me feel so
Maybe love me
Oh if I didn't love you

If I didn't love you I'd hate you
Cocoa mugs sit side by side
It's time to poke at the fire
But it's not tonight
Looks I find
Taking a bite on a biscuit
The record jumps on a scratch
Tonight it's love by the fire
The door of your love's on the latch

If I, if I, if I
Didn't, didn't, didn't
Love you, love you, love you

. . .


They do it down on Camber Sands, they do it at Waikiki
Lazing about the beach all day, at night the crickets creepy
Squinting faces at the sky, a Harold Robbins paperback
Surfers drop their boards and dry, and everybody wants a hack

But behind the chalet, my holiday's complete
And I feel like William Tell
Maid Marian on her tiptoed feet
Pulling mussels from a shell
Pulling mussels from a shell

Shrinking in the sea so cold, topless ladies look away
A he-man in a sudden shower shelters from the rain
You wish you had a motorboat to pose around the harbor bar
And when the sun goes off to bed, you hook it up behind the car

But behind the chalet, my holiday's complete
And I feel like William Tell
Maid Marian on her tiptoed feet
Pulling mussels from a shell
Pulling mussels from a shell

Two fat ladies window shop, something for the mantelpiece
In for bingo, all the nines, a panda for sweet little niece
Coach drivers stand about, looking at a local map
About the boy, he's gone away, down to next door's caravan

But behind the chalet, my holiday's complete
And I feel like William Tell
Maid Marian on her tiptoed feet
Pulling mussels from a shell
Pulling mussels from a shell

But behind the chalet, my holiday's complete
And I feel like William Tell
Maid Marian on her tiptoed feet
Pulling mussels from a shell
Pulling mussels from a shell

. . .


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