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Blackberry Champagne
05:01
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Lay your spinning head my love
Heavy on my arm
Dark the night
Cold the ride
Can dreams keep you warm
Coin shaped wound
upon your palm
Open to the stars
The burn where love
Enters the blood
Will always leave a scar
Cant deny that we were loved and lost
But you were rich and so you paid the cost
Spring lurks near
Like lions hunt
Down city streets
Drift iris scent
School was sad
We said good bye
to phony love
And suck up’s lies
Bottles burst on pavement prayers
like roses in the spring
And candles spill smoked and drowned
by blackberry champagne
Dark ride home
The taxi’s here
Slipped in the snow
And pulled me over
I said
Please just stay with me
Remember you were once a friend
I know that this will someday end
The spring hunt starts
When morning light
Floats in on the breeze
Expensive things
Strewn all around
Are gathered as you leave
For you I lived
When you were around
But three days would pass
Before I was found
I said please don’t wait for me
Cause I’m not ready for that heat
But then she’d whistle from the street
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2. |
Jimmy Jolts
02:54
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Jimmy pulled me into traffic
just to see how it would feel
He was chasing down a high
Said he’d kill me if I squealed
He thought he was a poet
He thought he was a prince
But his god left in the fifties
And it hasn't been back since
I couldn't see the daylight
Through the shadow of his rage
He told me you're a smart one
At least for your age
But he couldn't really love me
Until I’d seen someone die
My middle class abstraction
Could never satisfy
I said where is your country now
Where is your country now
Pointing out the windows
Blown out in World War II
The longing in his voice
Over the screaming of the tube
Right and wrong lifted him on
good counsels wings
living free in pieces
Is the best of modern things
Show me where his father
Threw him in the Thames
To teach him how to swim
And he never made amends
So Jimmy coughed and coughed up
All the citie’s grime
To love him felt so simple
That it couldn't be a crime
I said where is your country now
Where is your country now
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3. |
The Hand
04:15
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I am the hand that waves goodbye
To the summer of ‘75
The scene was gold
But busted and cold
At the end of the road
Was that girl Sable
Think she ripped her tights
I climbed inside
And tasted delight
Peace and love are fine
But they work best
On simple minds
I'll rip and tear my way
To the soft and downy day
He stole it by wrote
Took every note
The TV it lies
Under opium skies
I bled up the walls it’s fine
‘Cause I’m not one
With a simple mind
Glazed eyes deep as pools
I thought I lived by better rules
Hooked and waiting
Begging begging
New yorks teeth
Are broken windows
And playboy slivers
Sweats and shivers
This scene is hold
Holding my head down
Think I’ll drown
I’m the hand that
Waves good bye
Crawls inside
The car on fire
I’m just too tired
I’m all all need
To break wide open
All left unspoken
It’s hell to tell
Come watch time reeling
Come into being
Let’s choke that feeling
Out
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4. |
Old World Lies
04:52
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Throw back the shade
On the foreign night
City slick with stone and age
Raised a hand
Salute from the street below
How could you just ride away?
Lots I learned from you
No professor knows my soul
Old world wrote this score
Played out long ago
Over hanging bells
On the heels of his shoes
Letters left in books forgot in tombs
Marble face
Of a god
Bearing down from high above
All white eyes
Cant follow me if I head west
Read your words, held them close but had to laugh
Lots I learned that night
No professor knows my soul
Old world wrote the score
Played out long ago
Picture you at peace
With your dark green english walls
Get this away from me
Before I drink it all
Blood flows east and breath flows west
I loved you well with all the rest
Old world lies are sometimes last to die
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