I could hang about and burn my fingers
I've been hanging out here waiting for something to start
You think I'm faultless to a 't'
My manner set impeccably
But underneath I am the same as you

I could dance all night like I'm a soul boy
But I know I'd rather drag myself across the dance floor
I feel like dancing on my own
Where no one knows me, and where I

I've been feeling down
I've been looking round the town
For somebody just like me
But the only ones I see
Are the dummies in the window
They spend their money on clothes
It saddens me to think
That the only ones I see are mannequins
Looking stupid, being used and being thin
And I don't know why I hang around with them

The way they act, I'd rather be fat than be confused

Woman's Realm

I don't care whether you hear this
I don't care if I'm alone here singing songs to myself
There's nobody else around, around
Meet you up at the Indian part of the town
The town's shut down, the people left with their bags
Their kids so there's not a sound a sound

But I must get from there to here
There's a small voice crying on the other side of the river from here

Nice day for a sulk
The girl smells of milk
Her horsey teeth explode around us
And we run for cover she found us
In the cheapo bar with a bag of chips

Nice day for a mood
The forecast is good
The kids are melting in the doorway
Keep the gang together
There's no way will you ever be misunderstood by me

Nice day for a jam
The Fall, Manfred Mann
Dance party, summer lasts forever

He raped me in the chalet lines
The girl I shared with was away for the night
I couldn't get up for my shift today
I'll have to leave the camp now anyway
I'll go to London there's a mate of mine I know
she'll give me a place
Full of woe and further to go
She caught the bus
Oh I'll go anywhere
She caught the bus
Her face was just a smear on the pane

He raped me in the chalet lines

I went looking for my darling, I went looking for a sign
and I found her in the morning, somewhere in the back of my mind

I'm not what I could be, I need a true love
I went looking and I found one

The wrong girl
The wrong kind
The wrong hand to be holding
The wrong eyes to go searching behind
The wrong dream to have on my mind

It's been a bloody stupid day
My baby called me up to say
Don't call me love, don't call me
It's not all she said

I truly love her but I know
I'm bad for her, I'm bad and so
At least she may forgive me for my honesty

My friend came back from being abroad
He was rich and I was overawed
His ship came in
I'm standing on the harbour wall

Another friend, the one I love

All the way back home
I'm telling you I caught the sun
Creeping up behind my shoulder
And another day's begun
I was following a trail
I'd never been along before
Chasing darkened skies above me
Looking like the spring
Like the winter
And the morning

If there's a place I want to go
Then I'll be there with you
'Cos in my dreams the things
I'm wishing for
Keep coming true
Now a new day comes

Joseph was travelling with a heavy load
His dreams were broken and deep sorrow flowed from his brow

Closer to sundown he prepared to rest
Set down the burden,
lay upon his chest
Then she came

Sir, come to me and I will keep you warm
Taste hope in my skin and faith with the dawn
You will rise

Beyond the sunrise that is where we live
Feeding our counsel and true comfort give
Travelling men

I will confess to you
Because you made me think about the times
You turn the picture on to me and I'll turn over
The vision was a masterpiece of comic timing
But you wouldn't laugh at all
And I wonder what the boy was thinking
The picture was an old collage of something classical
The model with a tragic air
Because without a doubt he'd given up the fight
The ghost of somebody at his side

I fought in a war and I left my friends behind me
To go looking for the enemy, and it wasn't very long
Before I would stand with another boy in front of me
And a corpse that just fell into me, with the bullets flying round

And I reminded myself of the words you said when we were getting on
And I bet you're making shells back home for a steady boy to wear

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I'll make another movie
The same one as the year before
Take a tired idea
Put it in the hands of Hollywood
I need to talk to someone
I've been living someone else's life
I don't get no mail at my house anymore
My manager's bride

I'm sitting on a jet plane
I'll see my baby soon enough
I won't take her to the movie
I'm worried that the lines become all blurred

I'm coming over in the wrong direction
I only want to be the centre of your attention
For long enough to show you I'm worth the trouble that you take

I want to see the way that you portray
A boy who's going to try to change his life today...

I want to see the way that you portray
A boy who maybe doesn't have too much to say
And you can draw your own conclusions

Wandering alone on the ridge of a coast

lost ot the world he had known as a boy

He knows his lover lies south in the city

Passing along and sleepy as night

Warm in the woods that conceal him from the light

he is accustomed to hiding from people

Taking his time as the crosses the bridge

Holding th flowers he picked from the ridge

Walking in the shadows to his senorita

I don't want to play football
I don't understand the thrill of the game
I don't want to play football
I don't understand the thrill of the running, catching, throwing
Taking orders from a moron
Grabbing for the sweaty crotches
Getting hit by people I don't know
Sugar, I'd rather play a different sort of game
Sugar, the girls are just as good as boy at playing

Picture a scene in your mind
Looks at all the people and take note of the setting behind
Listen, watch, and wait
A plot begins to take shape
There's a story
And then characters will come to you
Relating events as they choose to
But all their words and actions come entirely from you

If you're a storyteller you might think you're without responsibility

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In the summer all the hikers hike out for the highest peaks
All the children watch the cricket and they never wash for weeks
In the surbubs young protestors write "Black And White Unite"

They're tearing up the streets
I'm half in love with every girl I meet
The gasman loves the street
He loves to drill
He loves to think about his girl
The sun is melting half the street

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