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

Can you put a smile back on - all these different faces
Of all these people from - such different places
And if you can succeed - what then will you achieve
With a different tune to play - you've been saving for a rainy day
Will you heal the scar that's on - the years been wasted
The tears spent on the past - just filling spaces
Or is love forever gone banished to a smaller part

High tide, mid afternoon
People fly by, in the traffics boom
Knowing, just where you are blowing
Getting to where you should be going

Dont let them get you down
Making you feel quilty about
golden rain, will bring you riches
All the good things you deserve and now

Climbing, forever trying
Find your way out of the wild, wild wood
Now theres no justice
Only yourself that you can trust in

Autumn blew its leaves at me,
Threatening winter as I walked.
Summer always goes so quick, Barely stopping like my thoughts.
Which dip and spin and change so fast
I have to wonder - Will I last.

Through the windows of the train,
I caught reflections of a paper cup,
Hanging small in a pale blue sky,
Never knowing which way's up.

Above the clouds, what's to be found,

I took a trip down Boundary Lane, try an' find myself again
At least a part I left somewhere, buried under a hedgerow near
A lazy bridge on a hot afternoon, water glistens while it plays a tune
Cloudburst on a rainy day, wiping all my sleep away

Uh huh oh yeh! Uh huh oh yeh! Always there to confuse and fool ya!
Uh huh oh yeh! Uh huh oh yeh! Always there to confuse and fool ya!

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

Is happiness real?
Or am I so jaded
I can't see or feel - like a man been tainted

Numbed by the effect - aware of the muse
Too in touch with myself - I light the fuse

I'm the changingman - built on shifting sands
I'm the changingman - waiting for the bang
As I light my bitter fuse

Time is on loan - only ours to borrow
What I can't be today - I can be tomorrow

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

You do something to me - something deep inside
I’m hanging on the wire - with love I’ll never find
You do something wonderful - then chase it all away
Mixing my emotions - that throws me back again

Hanging on the wire, I’m waiting for the change
I’m dancing through the fire, just to catch a flame-
An’ feel real again.

You do something to me - somewhere deep inside

Hidden in the back seat of my head
Some place I can't remember where
I found it just by coincidence
An' now I'm all hung up again
Just like a soldier from the past
Who won't be told it's over yet
Refusing to put down his gun
He's gotta hurt someone
He'll keep on fighting 'til his war is won

Waiting for the moment
Keep on looking for a sign

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

Like pebbles on a beach
Kicked around, displaced by feet
Like broken stones - all trying to get home.
Like a loser's reach
Too slow & short to hit the peaks
So lost & alone - trying to get home.

As another piece shatters
Another little bit gets lost
And what else really matters - at such a cost?

Like a loser's reach -
Too slow & short to hit the peaks

Into the mists of time and space
Where we have no say over date and place
Don't get embarrassed if it happens a lot,
That you don't know how you started or where you're gonna stop
And if at times it seems insane - all the tears in searching;
Turning all your joy to pain - in pursuit of learning;
Buy a dream and hideaway - can't escape the sorrow;