Heavy soul

We're words upon a window
Written there in steam
In the heat of the moment
At the birth of a dream
Vapors passing really
So I'm touched by the thoughts
In the fleeting minutes after
The time that we've come
Come and go, you know, where the wind blows
An' though I couldn't define
I can only tell you that I
Got a heavy soul
Tuesdays dressed in shearling

PEACOCK SUIT - Paul Weller

I've got a grapefruit matter
It's as sour as shit
I have no solutions
Better get used to it

I don't need a ship to sail in stormy weather
I don't need you to ruffle the feathers - of my Peacock Suit
I'm Narcissus in a puddle
In shop windows I gloat
Like a ball of fleece lining
In my camel skin coat

I don't need a ship to sail in stormy weather

Yellow strands mingle into red
Warm air blows, down upon her soft bed
She licks my face and the feeling spreads
I'm up in Suzes' room - people bloom-ing-ful
I'm up in Suzes' room - where life goes so soon

She's anything that you can call free
She's everything that she wants to be
She has everything that you could want to see
I'm up in Suzes' room - flowers bloom-ing-ful

It's in a stroke of a brush
It's in the wave of a hand
And a view so bright
It turns the world
And makes all right
Yet seems to say
Come what may
You will be what you will
With a brush stroke of fate
You will have to think again
If you touch by it all
Lucky to be brushed by it all -
Than walk a crooked mile
In a worn out smile
That you found on the ground

Heavy soul

We're words upon a window
Written there in steam
In the heat of the moment
At the birth of a dream
Vapors passing really
So I'm touched by the thoughts
In the fleeting minutes after
The time that we've come
Come and go, you know, where the wind blows
An' though I couldn't define
I can only tell you that I
Got a heavy soul
Tuesdays dressed in shearling

Minds alive! On Friday Street
Summerflys around my feet
And wee still stars
Are in my eyes
And mine's alive on Friday Street
A pulse goes on, on Friday Street
Time seems longer against its beat
And it's easy to remember
And it's hard to forget
That mine's alive on Friday Street
Yeh! Mine's still alive on Friday Street

And I see myself
And it seems so clear

I have my thoughts to position
But do I know how to act?
I have no silent ambitions
But does that make me a man
Until I learn all I can
And mean all I understand
As a way of giving

I'm a piece of the earth
I take no offence
I can be who I am
I have no pretence
Only to what you can be
If you want to be
It's a way of living

I've got a pen in my pocket does that make me a writer

She's in my head
She's in my mind
And I'm all she says
Yes she knows me well
As well as you can
She's on my side
I often hide
In her magic hair
And there I learn again - the joy of life
The wonder of it all
And this I feel - that through her I learn
Another way to be

You take my breath, I feel consumed
Take it all - I want to know
What lies behind - your smiles and shells

She's in my head
She's in my mind
And I'm all she says
Yes she knows me well
As well as you can
She's on my side
I often hide
In her magic hair
And there I learn again - the joy of life
The wonder of it all
And this I feel - that through her I learn
Another way to be

You take my breath, I feel consumed
Take it all - I want to know
What lies behind - your smiles and shells

I have my thoughts to position
But do I know how to act?
I have no silent ambitions
But does that make me a man
Until I learn all I can
And mean all I understand
As a way of giving

I'm a piece of the earth
I take no offence
I can be who I am
I have no pretence
Only to what you can be
If you want to be
It's a way of living

I've got a pen in my pocket does that make me a writer

Minds alive! On Friday Street
Summerflys around my feet
And wee still stars
Are in my eyes
And mine's alive on Friday Street
A pulse goes on, on Friday Street
Time seems longer against its beat
And it's easy to remember
And it's hard to forget
That mine's alive on Friday Street
Yeh! Mine's still alive on Friday Street

And I see myself
And it seems so clear

It's in a stroke of a brush
It's in the wave of a hand
And a view so bright
It turns the world
And makes all right
Yet seems to say
Come what may
You will be what you will
With a brush stroke of fate
You will have to think again
If you touch by it all
Lucky to be brushed by it all -
Than walk a crooked mile
In a worn out smile
That you found on the ground

Yellow strands mingle into red
Warm air blows, down upon her soft bed
She licks my face and the feeling spreads
I'm up in Suzes' room - people bloom-ing-ful
I'm up in Suzes' room - where life goes so soon

She's anything that you can call free
She's everything that she wants to be
She has everything that you could want to see
I'm up in Suzes' room - flowers bloom-ing-ful

PEACOCK SUIT - Paul Weller

I've got a grapefruit matter
It's as sour as shit
I have no solutions
Better get used to it

I don't need a ship to sail in stormy weather
I don't need you to ruffle the feathers - of my Peacock Suit
I'm Narcissus in a puddle
In shop windows I gloat
Like a ball of fleece lining
In my camel skin coat

I don't need a ship to sail in stormy weather

Heavy soul

We're words upon a window
Written there in steam
In the heat of the moment
At the birth of a dream
Vapors passing really
So I'm touched by the thoughts
In the fleeting minutes after
The time that we've come
Come and go, you know, where the wind blows
An' though I couldn't define
I can only tell you that I
Got a heavy soul
Tuesdays dressed in shearling