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“And what am I supposed to do with you?” (Lyrics Joe Henry)

Posted in Song lyrics on February 24, 2010 by Bruno

A cut-out picture of a sugar tart
With olive skin and a purple heart,
Concrete shoes, and it’s just the start
Of bigger things unseen.

Heroes of our glory days
Ride upon the hip-hoorays
Of hometown girls who’ve been displayed
In dirty magazines.

“And what am I supposed to do with you?”
Just tell me everything I’ve heard before
Like it was news

The miners strike, hold out for love
We bust their heads, push and shove,
By helmet light, we rise above
And say, “look out below!”

They’re such a grim, romantic crew,
Swear they won’t forget but do,
It leaves them free to cry anew
At every song we know.

“And what am I supposed to do with you?”
Just tell me everything I want to hear
Like it was true

Sometimes I wish that I was king
And held the end of every string,
The fear, the prize, the mortal sting
Of what will come of this.

For now I’ll let all chance unwind
To keep our secret hearts entwined,
And if I choose to see this as a sign
It surely is.

“And what am I supposed to do with you?”
Just tell me everything I want to hear
Like it was news.

There’s gold in them hills – Ron Sexsmith

Posted in Song lyrics on November 27, 2009 by Bruno

I know it doesn’t seem that way
But maybe it’s the perfect day
Even though the bills are piling
Maybe Lady Luck ain’t smiling

But if we only open our eyes
We’d see the blessings in disguise
That all the rain clouds are fountains
Though our troubles seem like mountains

There’s gold in them hills
There’s gold in them hills
So don’t lose heart
Give the day a chance to start

Every now and then life says:
Where do you think you’re going so fast?
We’re apt to think it’s cruel, but sometimes
It’s a case of cruel to be kind

And if we get up off our knees
Why then we’d see the forest for the trees
and we’d see the new sun rising
Over the hills and horizon

There’s gold in them hills
There’s gold in them hills
So don’t lose faith
Give the world a chance to say:

A word or two, my friend
There’s no telling how the day might end
We’ll never know until we see

That there’s gold in them hills
There’s gold in them hills
So don’t lose heart
Give the day a chance to start

There’s gold in them hills
There’s gold in them hills

Honey and the moon – Joseph Arthur

Posted in Song lyrics on October 22, 2009 by Bruno

Don’t know why I’m still afraid
If you weren’t real I would make you up
now
I wish that I could follow through
I know that your love is true
and deep
as the sea
but right now
everything you want is wrong,
and right now
all your dreams are waking up,
and right now
I wish I could follow you
to the shores
of freedom,
where no one lives.

Remember when we first met
and everything was still a bet
in love’s game
you would call; I’d call you back
and then I’d leave
a message
on your answering
machine

But right now
everything is turning blue,
and right now
the sun is trying to kill the moon,
and right now
I wish I could follow you
to the shores
of freedom,
where no one lives

Freedom
run away tonight
freedom, freedom
run away
run away tonight

We’re made out of blood and rust
looking for someone to trust
without
a fight
I think that you came too soon
you’re the honey and the moon
that lights
up my night

But right now
everything you want is wrong,
and right now
all your dreams are waking up,
and right now
I wish that I could follow you
to the shores
of freedom
where no one lives

freedom
run away tonight
freedom freedom
run away
run away tonight

we got too much time to kill
like pigeons on my windowsill
we hang around

ever since I’ve been with you
you hold me up
all the time I’m falling down

But right now
everything is turning blue,
and right now
the sun is trying to kill the moon,
and right now
i wish i could follow you
to the shores
of freedom
where no one lives

freedom
run away tonight
freedom freedom
run away
run away tonight

Famous friends along the coast – Joseph Arthur

Posted in Song lyrics on October 17, 2009 by Bruno

You never knew your way back home
You lost yourself and began to drown inside a cage
With photographs and lights of glass
And memories of when your style was all the rage
Working in the diamond mines
The things you lost down the line come creeping back
And when you try to get some sleep
The spirit world has prepared its attack

You look in the mirror and see the eyes
No one can keep you realise you are a ghost
With famous friends along the coast
You dissolve but somehow still propose a toast
To victory to wings that fly through misery
Swallowing your alibi
To learning how not to try to figure out
Who you’ll be in the night

You’ve been here once before
You let the leper through the door and fell apart
He took from you your self respect
You were huge and then a speck of his heart
The darkness knew it’s ok to be like that
You got away and bought the shirt
And disappeared into make believe
So no one knew just how much you really hurt

Now they want you to mop the floor
To clean the blood that keeps on pouring from your head
But everything just fades to black
There ain’t no map and everyone you meet is dead
The crucifix, the hand grenade
Only you know which one is gonna save you
The dancing bones and faded bombs
Somehow you must know you’re gone and disappear

My twentieth century

Posted in Gavin Friday, Song lyrics on September 20, 2009 by Bruno

I woke up this morning,
Dreading the thoughts of another, dull and boring day.
Hey! Woe is me.
I go out on the streets, north side of the city
I see the steel, the fading rust
And the fields I used to play in…
My friends are famous and all my foes live happy
Loved by lycra, fooled by velcro
And fucked by what they need…

But who am I to criticise? My pointing finger backfires
I hang my head down low.

I once believed in Jesus,
Now I can’t believe in rock’n’roll
From baptism to alcohol, in a land suffocatingly green
Hey! The myth is magic, do you know what I mean?
The politics of sin and of sex
Suffer the fools, pawn our jewels, will it ever change?

But who am I criticise? I’ve made my bed, I lie on it
And hold my head up high

My disbelief, my fake redemption
My twentieth century
My holy war, my self indulgence
My twentieth century
My human flesh, my sad dependence
My twentieth century
My apathy, my big decision.
My twentieth century

Any lethal shore

Posted in Song lyrics on September 4, 2009 by Bruno

If I was a blind man I’d
dress you all in white and
keep you in a white room
turn on the bright lights and
call you invisible, call you invincible
and I’d dream of white waves on a very lethal shore

if I was a sick man I’d
drink your bourbon and
drift into a blizzard or
any lethal storm and
emerge all windblown
cross-eyed and clothes torn
all just to see you on another lethal shore

If I was a strong man I’d
pull your curtains
down from the heavens, past
where the sky was born
kiss you in secret
right in your locket
and then I’d pull your house down like some very lethal storm

If I was a storm I’d
blow past your window
and linger in spirit
all around your face
and you’d never know, dear
the force that I bring
just to make your ears ring and keep you in a haze

If I was a bird I’d
orchestrate branches
into a chorus
only you would know
crash through your window
all just to see you
all just to meet you on another lethal shore

What we want

Posted in Song lyrics on April 28, 2009 by Bruno

Mr. Sensitive liked Miss Offensive
She always said what she meant at expense of
Saving the feelings of those in good company
It lead him close to the edge of a precipice

Miss Offensive, she liked Mr. Sensitive
He was so quiet and thoughtful and dignified
But she furrowed with each disapproval
‘Til the girl dutifully said less and less of the
Things she felt inside

What we wanted

Soon some weeks into their ill-fated love affair
Came the disastrous and inevitable day
Offensive collided with Sensitive
Sparking a scene of unpleasant defensiveness
Oh, oh, no

What we want and what we need
What we want and what we need
Are not always agreed

I don’t know why but it feels like I’m doomed
To be always thinking and always confused
Try get my mind around me and you
But all I achieve is a stew
Of memories

What we wanted
What we wanted
What we want and what we need
What we want and what we need
What we want and what we need
Are not always agreed