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Frank (1989)
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Frank

[No lyrics]

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If it's love
That would really explain it
How I feel like I'm covered in wool
If it's love
Then it's really exciting
My diary's become very full
If it's love does it matter
If I'm thin or I'm fatter
If it's love then it feels like I've won the pools

If it's love
Then it needs some devotion
And I feel like I'm walking on air
If it's love
Then I feel like I'm floating
Through my world without knowing who's there
If it's love someone slap me
Is this me that's so happy
If it's love then I'm laughing like I don't care

If it's love then my teeth are clean for a change
If it's love then that's why I'm feeling so strange
If it's love
Then I need it forever
Like the beats that keep time in my heart
If it's love
Then I fall like a feather
I'm an egg in the teeth of a shark
If it's love I'm inspired
I'm up late, I'm not tired
If it's love my world is about to spark

If it's love then my teeth are clean for a change
If it's love then that's why I'm feeling so strange

If it's love love love love love love
If it's love love love love love love
If it's love love love love love love
If it's love love love love love love

. . .


In Peyton Place my heart now beats
And floorboards creak where an angel sleeps
Her hair hung across her face
Like a bush hangs across a wall
She was short with a tidy smile
I could hear temptation call
From a fly in her ointment
To the big feather in her cap
It's a small world we discover
I had once worked for her dad
I was in gear making up stories
And we laughed at each other's tales
I watched her lips I wanted to kiss them
My train of thought went off the rails

In Peyton Place my heart now beats
And floor boards creak where an angel sleeps
In Peyton Place
I lie awake and hear the sound
That the angels make
In Peyton Place

The party was now ending
So she gave me a lift back home
Somehow I felt so nervous
She drove so slowly on the road
Next thing I knew she was in my arms
Her hair was all over my face
I brushed it aside she invited me in
Now my heart beats in Peyton Place

Her hair hung across her face like
A bush hangs across a wall

. . .


Yes I cried the moment that her hand slapped my face
A mouth full of sandwich went all over the place
She left like a tornado the door of course slammed
I stood in the kitchen a very confused man
The thump thump of her foot steps went right up the stairs
The cat ran for cover to the living room chairs
But what was the problem what on earth could be wrong
To deserve a slapped face it all seemed far too strong
Rose I said, heaven knows what we've done
Rose I said, water flows under the bridge
Rose I said, heaven knows is this love
Rose I said, curtains close back to read the script

Up to the bedside where she lay in tears
The drawers were left half open, her clothes laying near
A suitcase tipped sideways at the end of the room
I swallowed my sandwich and picked up her boots
She turned just like an actress, a glare came my way
I said what's the matter, what have I done today
She spat out the name of the girl across the road
I'll never forget the way she flared her nose

Rose was the girl who some days I'd drive to work
She worked in the office as an articled clerk
Sometimes we had lunch in the pub along the street
There was nothing between us, just good company
I admit that I liked her but that's all it was
I stood at the bedside in a state of shock
She heard it different from a friend she met today
Who says she saw us kissing down an alleyway
I felt like two people a Jekyll and a Hyde
I'd really made my bed to lay in this time
I picked with my tongue at the bread stuck in my teeth
There through the window, her house on the street
I knew I was guilty, I told myself to lie
It seemed to make no difference, on the bed she cried
I left with my head bowed I felt the curtain drop
Rose stood in the wings looking pretty in a frock

. . .


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've been totally re-strung
I'm in tune and I'm in love
I'm a piano that's made out of fruit
I'm the frog she chose to kiss
Perhaps not a handsome prince
There is nothing I feel I've got to prove

If I fall in love again it could be the last time
If I fall in love again will I repeat
The mistakes that I made
And then make them again like a creep
This could be the last time
This could be the last time for me

If it's happiness you crave
Won't you look at me today
I'm smiling like the cat with all the cream
There's a swagger in my walk
A grade "A" in my report
I'm the salmon who made it back up stream

If I fall in love again it could be the last time
If I fall in love again will I repeat
The mistakes that I made
And then make them again like a creep
This could be the last time
This could be the last time for me

I'm a slightly chipped antique
In a market going cheap
That someday will be worth a thousand pounds
I've shed the walls of my cocoon
Normal service has resumed
There's no need to paint
A face on this clown

If I fall in love again it could be the last time
If I fall in love again will I repeat
The mistakes that I made
And then make them again like a creep
This could be the last time
This could be the last time for me

. . .


She was washing the dishes
When she burst into tears
It was the time of the month
She was up to her ears
I put my arms round her neck
I said sit down a while
Cry as much as you like
I'll do the dishes
Tell me what's on your mind
There's a boiling point
That you're bound to reach
When it's all your fault
And you're half asleep.
She's lucky she doesn't have to shave
I'm so lucky I'm not doubled up with pain

Her eyes were like pools
Filled with newly wed tears
She was sat doubled up
With her hands on her ears
I felt useless
I smiled and I shrugged
I was sweet as could be
As I poured her some milk
Here was my flower
That was ready to wilt

A fairy tale finish
We flaked out on the floor
It was match of the day
On the TV what's more
I fell asleep at half time
We had had a right result
It was kisses and hugs
At the end of the day
She's the one that I love

. . .


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

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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 was married and then divorced
Things seemed to happen that way
The children were confused, sometimes they'd fight
Sitting in their toys and games
To them she's mummy and I am their friend
Who sits with them on his lap
And sleeps on the sofa on alternate weekends
No substitute for their dad
She's a very good mum
As she tries to explain
Everything that she can
But a child's mind is sharp
They imagine the worst
Sometimes can't understand
That there's so much to learn
When you open a can of worms

So to the park to play on the swings
To give their mother a break
When I saw their father walking down the path
Heading down towards the gate
I froze on the spot, heart in my throat
I hoped he'd not see us there
He soon disappeared and the kids on the slide
Were happy and unaware

I read the papers and made scrambled eggs
The kids got ready to leave
Their dad was taking them for the weekend
With pocket money and sweets
They were excited as they waved goodbye
And I went straight back to bed
Their mother stood and waved as they drove away
Standing on the front door step

. . .


Give me iko
I wanna ball the wall here
Shuffle in Dumaine
Hear the hookacumbi
Meet my tipatina
Love her hold her tightly
Wanna see her swaying
In New Orleans nightly
You know I wanna be there
Drinking in the morning
Holler in the evening
Dr. Jazz Dr. Jazz
Bake my jelly roll
You quicken my pulse
You make my rhythm slow
Crawfish gumbo
Rhythm from the jungle
Big chief rocking
I follow the voodoo king
Oolamalawaladollar
That's what the fez he sing

How long must it be
How long must I wait
Till Highway 49 takes me to your gate
I eat a bowl of gumbo
That creole child will serve
Sit on the verandah
Happy in a dixie world

Maybe on Sunday
Head for Baton Rouge
Dancing with the cajun
Twist away my blues
Then a drop of rain
A trickle in my eye
I look up and smile
At the rhythm that never, never dies

. . .


I have no reason to lie to her
I've been a pig
I'm a coward out of character
Here's what I did
I stole money from out of her purse
Then I got drunk
And just to make matters worse
I then fell in love
Is it too late to unload that gun
Is it too late to change her mind
Is it too late to kick me in the teeth
Is it too late, knock them down my throat
Hope I choke on them forever this time
Is it too late, is it too late, is it too late

Now my cards are all on the table
My fish is cooked
Now someone else has rocked my cradle
Funeral's been booked
I feel so rotten to have done this
But now it's been done
And drink was my only accomplice
And we fell in love

I have no reason to lie again
Once is enough
I played my best hand and lost the game
Losing is tough
I barked and wagged my tail in the air
I got off the lead
I had all the fun of the fair
That I'll ever need

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