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“There must be some way out of here,” said the joker to the thief
“There’s too much confusion, I can’t get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth”

“No reason to get excited,” the thief, he kindly spoke
“There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we’ve been through that, and this is not our fate

Beelzebub, I can see you again
Like I could back when I was with him
When too many suns were in orbit around you

Beelzebub, you know I was only dreaming
So why am I frowning now, then?
Maybe his suns disconnected one by one

I’ve got a handful of rain and a soul to sell
But tell me that you think you’ve got the means
‘Cause I’ve got a long way to tote that gain
But this girl is softer than she seems
But I keep you in my heart, and I hold you in my eyes
And you’re looking for a saviour, or a lover, or a good disguise
But
You come up you come up you come up you come up you come up you come up with me

November in a rainstorm the truest truth I ever heard
The sound of babies crying in a hospital ward
Oh like a bed of rushes they spread love out on the concrete floor
Names and dates and faces I really can't remember anymore

We could hardly tell the difference between one year and another
Sun like pouring whiskey snow like shedding skins of lovers
And i grew up with magic; free and wild as bindweed

Dear landlord
Please don’t put a price on my soul
My burden is heavy
My dreams are beyond control
When that steamboat whistle blows
I’m gonna give you all I got to give
And I do hope you receive it well
Dependin’ on the way you feel that you live

Friday's humming summer
And the whiskey sun is running
out the night sky
I am here watching your form
Slowly pacing in the dawn
as all the stars die
Yeah you're like a hit you are tailored just to fit
the changing season

When she comes with a ghost of a smile
And she roams through his eyes for a while
Days turn as empty ground somewhere
Bring the gods, line ‘em up one by one
Turn the coin, sound the fife and the drum
Break it down until kingdom comes back here

There’s a rise, there’s a fall

You stirred my natural emotion
You make me feel I'm dirt
And I'm hurt
And if I start a commotion
I'll only end up losing you
And that's worse

Ever fallen in love with someone

Sat down with the poker face
The snake eyes and your pillowcase
The hands holding the triple ace
Are laying down the cards
She said it without sentiment
Yeah, it's tragic, but it's true my friend
You know it really makes no difference
Your little bleeding heart

There's dirt in the machine, yeah, where there's oxygen there's rust
A thousand eyes are blinking to drown a tiny speck of dust
No, I'm not after crashing parties, I want your cobweb soul
And believe me, heads will roll

Do you watch the latest traumas in radiation dots?
Or the wide-eyed executioner; gunpowder, treason, plot
Is there an ugly little mirror living down there in your hole?

I'm gonna haunt you
I'm gonna haunt you
Through the playgrounds
Through the fires
You'll be saluting at the stars
And I'll be holding your hand

I'm gonna haunt you

The moon is pulling faces
The clouds are on the rise
The night blinks away a few more stars
And rubs its tired eyes
There’s a ticking of a clock, boys
There’s one more hour to kill
See, there’s a warrant out for the past’s arrest
Down in Hooligansville

I can’t get past without stepping on your shoes
No, it doesn’t hurt me, but it’ll hurt you.
Don’t know how you know just where you’re going now
Spend my voice and now my fear is showing

High, miles away from the
High, miles away from the hydrogen
High, miles away from the

I’ll remember you
When I’ve forgotten all the rest
You to me were true
You to me were the best
When there is no more
You cut to the core
Quicker than anyone I knew
When I’m all alone

It's the Icarus wind, it's blowing in my eyes
It's the Icarus wind, it's telling me those lies
And it's heart is like ice and it's fingers are long
And it knows just who'll be torn apart by that windsong
It's the Icarus wind

Its the Icarus wind, blowing through my hair
Its the Icarus wind loosening the threads

We are late like a midnight train that's running nowhere
We are sticks, we are stones, we are broken bones, we are hot air
We are under the guillotine trying to fix our hair

There's computers clicking binary genius into the night
There are formulas, remedies, reasons, there is hindsight
There's the smell of artillery, there's the sky alight

Football stickers and paper dolls
It all gets buried in the end
Rosalea lipstick and midnight calls
It all gets buried in the end
Blind allegiance and foolish love
It all gets buried in the end
The Golden Fleece, Picasso’s Dove
It all gets buried in the end

La la da da da
La la da da da
La la da da da
La la da da da

Got all my fortunes working up the road
Waking up the neighbours, loosening the load
There’ll be no rehearsal, this is not a dream

If you want to be complete aim for just the part
If you want to talk to me, talk straight from the heart
Love's an uninvited guest, moves in on you slow
It can take you to the place where the words don't go
Take you where the words don't go

Now the first time doesn't quite connect
The second isn't how you expect

Headstrong, heavy weather
Going at it Hell-for-leather
Red lights flashing on
Some little pop song
Boys get out your Balzac
The Empire's gonna strike back
The critics and the diplomats are living in a tin shack

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

What does it all matter?
All the angel hair and lights
This cold dark Midwinter
On the darkest winter night
And I'm sure I can hear you breathing
Even though the church bells call
I don't believe in many things
But here's my hymn to you all

Hey, looks like sleep is here
Its two thirty AM the town has been cleared and
The traffic has stopped for the minute at least
We lie like a symphony under the sheets

And earlier today you said “you know, girl
”We're like two different halves of two different worlds”
And I said “that's fine, who says difference repels?”

Up in the midnight blue
That's where I'm going to
Up where the sirens scream
Through every misplaced dream
Up with the pirate moon

In bloody monochrome
That's where I'll call my home

Are you receiving me? I’ll give you
Something to write home about
Put the colour back in your cheeks and take the
"milk of" out
Call it what you will, I’ll call it
Pontiac to home girl
Born to the losing side, over and out

And the Lord sat down and crossed his legs
And said, ‘Lucy, let’s just get this straightened out
Well, I read it in the small print, somewhere on the nineteenth page
And I don’t know what we’re arguing about

There’s a fundamental flaw in the way that you do business
It’s a classic, rookie error, I suppose
But I am in the details, and you ask too many questions

Gabardine roses, tortured vines
The sun has been hiding all this time
Thought that I'd see you again somehow
But the dirt is your lover now

And outside the all night in an orchestra of rain
You fell in love with a hurricane
You were torn like a road map and lost in the crowd

He was a clubland caller, he was younger than he felt
Settled like a moth down in the east-end Neon belt
Well he used to be a believer, ‘til the city got its grip
Now if there’s any holiness left, Well he can’t remember it

She was a high-rise butterfly, crashed in ‘92
Into some veiled little suburb that they bulldozed through
Where the little fat angels guard the harvest like they should

Don't call pretty Peggy, she can't hear you no more
Don't leave no message 'round her back door
They say the old laughing lady been here before
She don't keep time, she don't count score

You can't have a cupboard if there ain't no wall
You got to move, got no time left to stall
They say the old laughing lady dropped by to call

They're coming with their stories and they're coming with their wine
They got a copy of a Chopin tune and an old no-smoking sign
They're mapping every person's life, aligning every chart
They've got a kitchen knife and a power cable poised against each heart

They say we are your morphine vision, we are your TV screen
We are your chat show host, we are your magazine
We've got trace elements in each fashion every trend

Could you say that again babe
I've not heard that one before
You're looking four years older
You're looking for the door
I lipsticked "Fuck You" on the mirror
As a mark of my respect
And wandered out into the street
Well what the hell did you expect

This Girl is a stencil of a brushstroke in the rain
She’s a ghost of the city she’s a body through the windscreen
This girl is the snowfall where the spring should have been
She’s the stains on the pages of a top shelf magazine

This girl is a black eye she’s a bruise on your knee
She’s the ashes of the people that you really meant to be
This girl’s the resurrection she’s the comeback

This road is hard love
this road is wide
this road will throw your will aside
this road is ice love
this road is fire
this road is the fight from on the choir
this road is broken
this road is safe

I can see her head in hands
I can taste the salt that’s waiting there behind her eyes
I can feel the tears that echo in these walls
Cos she’s throwing in the fantasy again

No-one told her love could be so cruel
With each word another bullet another wound
I see no more move made to resuscitate the love

We're gonna break out the wine my dear
We're gonna break out the wine my dear
We're gonna break out the wine my dear, I know
‘Cause there's a hangman there with all his charms
And he's waiting for me with open arms
We're gonna break out the wine when I get back to shore

And the sun's gonna shine, my dear