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Well hello my little train wreck
I am your worst fear
I'm a mortuary postcard
I'm a graveyard souvenir
And have I got your attention
Now put your hands where I can see them
Give me your heart and soul boy
Cos you aint gonna need them.
I've seen your sort before you know
The kind that likes to mess around
You think you're riding with the wind
You think you're dancing underground
And you think it is your birthright
To drink and take your fill
But for all your running honey
Well you've just been standing still
Now you aint gonna heaven
And you aint gonna hell
There's a place worse than either
From what I hear tell
You're gonna stay in this town this town this town
You're gonna stay in this town this town this town.
Well hello my little car crash
I am your only hope
I'll be your silver bullet
I'll be your knotted rope
Cos I hate to see you suffer
Unless you suffer right
I almost wanna show you mercy
But not quite.
So calling all you angels
Calling all you devils too
Well this poor excuse for living's
Just not good enough for you
Now you aint gonna heaven
And you aint gonna hell
There's a place worse than either
From what I hear tell
You're gonna stay in this town this town this town
You're gonna stay in this town this town this town
Oh you're gonna stay in this town this town this town
Yeah you're gonna stay in this town.
Well I can tell what you are thinking
That one day you'll make amends
But the creeping hands of static
Are gonna get you in the end
And soon you'll be a memory
Of a shadow of a lie
You'll be a cautionary tale
Oh the boy who couldn't fly.
And you're gonna stay in this town this town this town
Said you're gonna stay in this town this town this town
Yeah you're gonna stay in this town this town this town this town
You're gonna stay in this town.
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Monday morning
Wings on fire
Dawn Chorus
Liar liar
It's a funeral it's a riot
Drop the priest
But bring the choir
I heard they put you on the stage
Ancient greed and childish rage
All those friends that you outgrew
With bombay gin and a rose tattoo.
God's got nothing on you
God's got nothing on you
God's got nothing on you
God's got nothing on nothing on you
When they cut those bodies down
Did you take a trip to another town
Did you raise a glass in progress' name
Then tell the sky to do the same
Call me patient
Call me quiet
Call my bluff honey
I don't buy it
Another nail in another oak
Another punchline
Another dirty joke.
God's got nothing on you
God's got nothing on you
God's got nothing on you
God's got nothing on nothing on you
So when they lay your bones to rest
Will you take your place among the great undressed
Will you lay your hands upon their heads
And drink the blood
And break the bread
This is ruling
This is leading
This is hope baby
Disbelieving
Bruises red and violence blue
Well honey god's got nothing on you.
God's got nothing on you
God's got nothing on you
God's got nothing on you
God's got nothing on you
God's got nothing on you
God's got nothing on you
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The moon is a stain the ghost of your eyes
Drowns in a black coffee night
The snow has been singing its song to the light
Well I know a boy who breaks his own heart
Every time that it rains
There are not enough miracles and chains
To pave his road
Now he's due south
Feet on the dash of a rented car
Due south
Sometimes he dreams of his mothers eyes
Mostly he'll just curse the stars
Mostly he'll just curse the stars.
Loved like a child
The weakest of ties
Bound like a crane in the ice
All of the whispers and lies that he used
If you wanted a life full of the sting and the fall
But boy you know he had it all
Traded it in for a crucible and a bruise
Now he's due south
Dreams in the hum of an alloy wheel
Due south
Bitterest sting of rubber and steel
Looking for hope in stilletto heels
Looking for hope in stilletto heels.
Due south
Feet on the dash of a rented car
Due south
Sometimes he dreams of his mothers eyes
Mostly he'll just curse the stars
Mostly he'll just curse the stars
Mostly he'll just curse the stars.
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That boy's got jazz hands
Gonna try them out on me
That boy's got jazz hands
Gonna try them out on me.
Sure I think you're shaking for a reason
You've picked a girl that there is just no pleasing
That boy's got jazz hands
Gonna try them out on me
That boy's got jazz hands
Gonna try them out on me
Oh oh oh that boy's got jazz hands
Gonna try them out on me
That boy's got jazz hands
Gonna try them out on me.
Love is blind you've made some kind advances
Lets make a start and get your heart some glasses
That boy's got jazz hands
Gonna try them out on me
That boy's got jazz hands
Gonna try them out on me.
Baby I've not got the moves
And I'm wearing traveling shoes
You say all lessons can be learned
So show me how to get my fingers burned
That boy's got jazz hands
Gonna try them out on me
That boy's got jazz hands
Gonna try them out on me
Oh oh oh that boy's got jazz hands
Gonna try them out on me
That boy's got jazz hands
Gonna try them out on me.
I know a tune the old blue moon can sing us
So go ahead and click your spirit fingers
That boy's got jazz hands
Gonna try them out on me
That boy's got jazz hands
Gonna try them out on me.
You may not be some slick movie romancer
But at least one part of you's a killer dancer
That boy's got jazz hands
Gonna try them out on me
That boy's got jazz hands
Gonna try them out on me.
Oh oh oh that boy's got jazz hands
Gonna try them out on me
That boy's got jazz hands
Gonna try them out on me
Gonna try them out on me
Gonna try them out on me.
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I heard the deal was done
That it was sealed last night
The red woman stood to take the oath
lt wasn't front page news
She wasn't pretty
These days things are either nothing or they're both
Another sip of wine another card
And then I really have to leave
They saved my place in line
The ugly anodyne
To beg another's master for reprieve
Uhuhuhu uhuhuhu woho.
Well is it just my ears
Or does that beat appear
Just a little quieter than before
I guess we knew the score
The centre couldn't hold
The ladies pearls will skid across the floor
It'll come from Albert Dock
It'll come from Tower Bridge
It'll grab our politicians by the balls
Our quiet stupor our broken culture
Our best defence is no defence at all
Uhuhuhu uhuhuhu woho.
And you can call it progress
And you can call it foresight
Oh I don't know its name baby
But it keeps me up at night
And I'm sure there's something coming
I'm sure it will be soon
That the devils of our time will slouch
Across a blackened room
So take this epitaph
Take anything that's left
I don't want to be here
Come the day
I did my best you know
I tried to swim the tide
But I am just as guilty in my way
For every beaten brow
For every heaving chest
For every shaky word on every page
It's taken 30 years
And a little pill to learn
That love's the greatest instrument of rage
It's taken 30 years
And a little pill to learn
That love's the greatest instrument of rage
Uhuhuhu
Uhuhuhuhuhuhuhu
Uhuhuhuhuhuhuhu
Uhuhuhu woho woho.
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Well the traffic says its morning
And the light that's in your room
The radio is broken
So you hum a Springsteen tune
Oh you say you've not been sleeping
Cos your heart keeps you awake
And wonder how much longer
This fade out is gonna take.
Well here are your best laid plans
there your ways and means
You laid them there right at her feet
Beside your truant dreams
Oh I know a little bar
Where they make bloody Mary's strong
Let's raise a toast to ragged ghosts
And loneliness and song
Amen amen
This one here's for you
Cos love is either wild frontiers or automatic blue.
Well here's to wine and flowers
And a dance in Saint Marks square
Echo's in Murano glass and perfume in her hair
Oh but February's mist is thick
And the road ahead is hard
You thought you'd think of it forever
Now it only makes you tired
Amen amen
This one here's for you
Cos love is either wild frontiers or automatic blue
Yeah love is either wild frontiers or automatic blue.
The only time that you can see her
Is when you close your eyes
You put your phone back in the drawer
And straighten your disguise
Think of the colours of your children
And the songs you give wings to
The springs arrived and there's the sky
It's automatic blue
Automatic blue automatic blue.
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My baby loves coffee and roses
A rebel stand and a poet's heart
A guilty moon and suburb soldiers
Those boys can't erase the mark
My baby breaks the chain of reason
Calls the card and rolls the dice
For everything a time and season
Turning tides and breaking ice
And I will be your last call honey
Yeah I will be your downfall baby
It's strange the way the song goes honey
We're dancing in the wrong clothes darling.
My baby sings of old tomorrows
Spider hands September eyes
And I'm the architect of sorrow
The girl in minor key disguise
My baby leads me to the water
Wraps the sun inside his coat
And while the days are getting shorter
My baby sets the light afloat
And I will be your shadow honey
The crooked way the wind blows baby
The singing of the steel honey
The looser in the deal darling.
Yeah I will be your lover honey
Come break me under cover baby
The razor on the mirror honey
The way the smoke will clear darling
My baby loves coffee and roses
Hold the flower brown and red
The lost companion autumn shows us
My baby will not turn his head
My baby will not turn his head
My baby will not turn his head.
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I'm the weather that just broke
I'm the ripcord that you forgot to pull
You're the prayers that they wrote
My glass is empty, but your bottle's full
I was hope gone to the dogs
Seven hundred ways to sing the blues
Cue the princes and the frogs
Cue those Capulets and Montagues
Well I am lights-out, you're the exit sign
Yeah I'm looking for that thin blue line
I'm the heart and you're the soul, I'm the part and you're the whole
I am stronger than they think, despite the turn-up in your drink
I'm the sleeper you're the dream, I'm the drifter you're the place I go...
I'm the song, you're the radio
I'm the joker in the pack,
I've been waiting for the perfect time
You're the ace and you're the jack
You're the reason baby, I'm the rhyme
Well I'm the abstract, you're the real thing
You want the truth, well are you listening?
I'm the heart and you're the soul, I'm the part and you're the whole
I am stronger than they think, despite the turn-up in your drink
I'm the sleeper you're the dream, I'm the drifter you're the place I go...
I'm the song, you're the radio
I'm the song, you're the radio
Here's to tonic here's to gin, here's to sparks and here's to gasoline
So many ways we can begin, oh... you can be the engine and I'll be the steam
I'm the heart and you're the soul, I'm the part and you're the whole
I am stronger than they think, despite the turn-up in your drink
I'm the sleeper you're the dream, I'm the drifter you're the place I go...
I'm the song, you're the radio
I'm the song, you're the radio
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I've been getting kinda brave
Getting liquored up and loose
Not been trying to behave
Been tying knots to shape the noose
Ooho I'm wild at heart
Ooho I've just got to start
I said one two well hand me a light
Oh three four I don't wanna be right
Oh yeah you should be glad
I said one two well stand to dissention
Three four you got my attention
Oh teach me to be bad.
If I were coming off the rails
Dropped my eyes and dropped my dress
Would your moral stand prevail
Or would you fold like all the rest
Ooho ain't we got fun
Ooho let's come undone
I said one two well hand me a light
Oh three four I don't wanna be right
Oh yeah you should be glad
I said one two stand to dissention
Three four you got my attention.
Boys teach me to be bad.
So c'mon misshape me forever
I'll be the cutest villain you've ever seen
We'll be the best bad guys together
Be the inscrutable machine
No I'm not hard to please
Oh boy just get on your knees
I said one two well hand me a light
Oh three four I don't wanna be right
Oh yeah you should be glad
Ooho I said one two stand to dissention
Three four you got my attention.
Boys teach me to be bad
Teach me to be bad.
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You sat in the back with all of your bags packed
A torn bit of paper from under the stairs
And you're following your heart but the heart is an axe
And it's calling her number but she isn't there
So it cuts through the air and it chalks up the losses
And carves her initials into your right hand
Cos truth is a trick it's a tired dominatrix
But truth's not exactly what you had planned
Now you're driving driving home
And you're sure you're not alone.
She lit you like christmas the day you first met her
A red dress and champagne a spider of smoke
And you know yeah you know that you should have known better
But she pressed up against you and laughed at your jokes
It'd sure been a while since you'd felt that it mattered
Sweat and white skin and the smell of perfume
One little touch your illusion was shattered
You led her out to your car and you rented a room
Now you're driving driving home
And you're sure you're not alone.
For a while the pretense was a welcome companion
A colourful footnote in a black and white week
And you swear yeah you swear that you did respect her
But respect just showed up in blue marks on her cheek
And she tried a few tricks but you knew how to find her
And then she just left like smoke in a glass
And there wasn't a trace save a newsprint reminder
You'd say you'd been working if anyone asked
Now you're driving driving home
And you're sure you're not alone
Now you're driving driving home
And you'd swear you're not alone.
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When the night is black and the fires are out
When the reason why is the only doubt
That's how the love gets in
That's how the love gets in
When the engine's fine but the tyres are bare
When the bets are off but the odds were fair
That's how the love gets in
That's how the love gets in
Ooh Huhuhuhuhuhuhu Huhuhuhuhuhuhu
That's how the love gets in.
When your load is light but your feet are stone
When that old white rag makes your heart its home
When the road is clear but the bridge is closed
When you learn to dance but the music slows
Ooh Huhuhuhuhuhuhu Huhuhuhuhuhuhu
That's how the love gets in
Ooh Huhuhuhuhuhuhu Huhuhuhuhuhuhu
That's how the love gets in.
When the strings are new but the neck is bent
When your master plan was just an accident
When your heart is whole but your soul is shot
Your singing in tune but you're sure you're not
That's how the love gets in
That's how the love gets in
That's how the love gets in
That's how the love gets in
That's how the love gets in
That's how the love gets in
That's how the love gets in.
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Low light and rain
The day that we came
The day that we came
Heart like a cup
Flannel and flowers
Blood and champagne
Come a little closer so I can trace your eyes
And copy that light onto my insides
Strange little blue-¬print
Strange little secret
All on the road to Mexico.
Old sister sun
Water and blue
Water and blue
Days on a wire
Silver and tar
And you
Come a little closer so I can trace your eyes
And copy that light onto my insides
Strange little blue-print
Strange little secret
All on the road to Mexico.
Take to the sky
Knife to the air
Knife to the air
Deadlocks and salt
Ashes and ends
Ghosts on the stair
Come a little closer so I can trace your eyes
And copy that light onto my insides
Strange little blue-print
Strange little secret
All on the road to Mexico
All on the road to Mexico.
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The moment you came
The stars didn't sing your name
And the heavens didn't shed their skin
Smallest of things
Bravest of offerings
The way that a love begins
They're gonna try to break it
Try to make you forsake it oh
Leave it in the dark
They'll say there's nothing in it
Make you a sleepless cynic oh
But if you feel its mark
Just raise it on high
Don't let them tell you their lies
Oh love is a wondrous thing.
A hopeless disguise
Hiding behind your eyes
And a thousand points of view
It lands like a fist
Whoever the optimist
Whoever the ingénue
I know the havoc it wreaks
I've heard the tongues that it speaks oh
It will not be shamed
But it is a beautiful bruise
You know you've got nothing to loose oh
If it calls your name
Just raise it on high
Don't let the light pass you by
Oh love is a wondrous thing.
People often talk about it
So many live their lives without it
Oh you know it's true
But I tell you if you find it
You'll bless the devils who designed it
Oh I say to you.
Just raise it on high
Don't let the light pass you by
Oh love is a wonderous thing
Yeah love is a wonderous thing.
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