The Big Express lyrics

Hot as golden sand in fields
We whiled away the hours
I'm thinking of the days we had
Enormous super powers
Yes I'm sleeping, my mind's on the blink
I thought a page, like it's written in ink
When I remember distant days
I remember many things, but
Most of all, I remember the sun
Squinting at the sun through eyes
Screwed up by a fireball
Tarmac on the road is soft
Chaff burns in a smokewall

What was I supposed to do
I turned around with the world and she simply was there
My blood ran like ice right through
She had your face and your lips
And your eyes and your hair

You're the wish you are I had
You're the wish you are I had
You're the wish that I had

I wonder if she knows that when I made her up
I made her eat an apple
And I made her drink a cup or two

Wish wish wish wish wish

Me train running low on soul coal
They push+pull tactics are driving me loco
They shouldn't do that no no no
They shouldn't do that

Me train running low on dream steam
They pull me whistle too hard me bound to scream
And they shouldn't do that no no no
They shouldn't do that

Think I'm going south for the winter
Think I'm going mad in this hinterland
Between young and old

You put your cleanest dirty shirt on
Then you stagger down to meet the dawn
You take a ride upon a bus, it's just a fuss
You know it keeps you born
You get to know a morning face
You get to join the human race
You get to know the world
Has passed you by

Who cares You might be dead
Who cares You stayed in bed
Who cares You wrote the note
Who cares You might have spoke

Wake up!

Here he come again
Dress in all that skin
Like he was still human being

Look at he long ears
And he big brown eyes
And with them truth he is seeing

Isn't it a shame you kicked that girl
Isn't it a shame she kicked you back, jackass

She really shake you donkey up
She really make you donkey up
She really shake you donkey up, quite a packet

How she carry you
Over thick and thin ice

Ah well, that's this world over
Ah well, next one begins

Will you smile like any mother
As you bathe your brand new twins
Will you sing about the missiles
As you dry odd numbered limbs

Ah well, that's this world over
Ah well, next one begins
Ah well, that's this world over
You sadly grin

Will you tell them about that far off and mythical land
About their leader with the famous face

Blue overall
Overall the rooftops blue birds fly apart
Blue overall
Overall the bones that cage this stupid heart

Got blues drawing crosses on my front door
Blues a’bringing buckets ’round the back
Blues trying to push me from me white fence
And tar me a darker bluey black

For all this time
I really thought you loved me
For all this time
You only rubber gloved me

Blue overall

I bought myself a liarbird
He came with free drinks just to blur
The lies falling out like rain
On an average English summer's afternoon

I bought myself a new notebook
Sharpened my guitar and went to look
If this biz was just as bongo as the liarbird made out

All he would say
Is ``I can make you famous''
All he would say
All he would say
``Just like a household name'' is
All he would say

Do something for me, boys
If I should die at sea, boys
Write a little note, boys
Set it off afloat, saying

Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Village and city girls by the quayside
Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Watching and waiting by the sea

Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Quiet or witty girls by the quayside

It's raining on the beach
She inches close but out of reach
The waves look painted on
Seagulls screaming

The sea is warship grey
It whispers ``Fool!'' then slides away
Black coastline slumbers on
Seagulls screaming kiss her, kiss her

And all the flags that flap on the pier
Spell why on earth do you want
The fog hides much but one thing is clear
She's nearer

Dead deck chairs under shrouds

Mother’s in the kitchen steaming up the window panes
Smell of boiling cabbage comes up from an open drain
But no amount of scrubbing could ever shift a gravy stain

Washaway washaway washerette
Washaway washaway every dirty stain you get

Streets lay deserted
No one feels exerted
Sat on their couches
With loose change in their pouches
They couldn’t spend it if they tried

Smalltown, snoring under blankets
Woken by the clank
It's just the milkman's dawn round
Smalltown, hiding undercovers
The lodgers and the lovers
Are asleep 'round Smalltown

Shiney grey black snake of bikes
He slithers
Bearing up the men and boys
To work
We're standing in poplar lines
Making alarm clocks that'll wake our wives up
Don't ask us, we haven't the time

Reign of blows
Reign of blows
Reign of blows cascading down upon your shoulders
Far too many men dressed up as soldiers
The lamb is brought to the ground
Under the weight of the Crown
A crown of thorns and dark deeds
The swastika and the hammer and symbol
Are sickles that reap only weeds

Reign of blows
Reign of blows
Reign of blows precedes a storm of revolution