Hugh Cornwell Album

When I'm asked how the world is treating me
I say I get tired on the wheel
In the land of a thousand kisses
I get dizzy with the mood swings that you feel

When I'm asked if I know of a way out of here
When everyday sees a change of heart
In the land of a thousand kisses
I get hungry like I did at the start

So take my hand if you're ready
For a journey to the coast of light
In the land of a thousand kisses
If you're ready we could stay all night
When I'm asked if I have dreams unfulfilled
I say I don't understand dreams at all
In the land of a thousand kisses
I can drift to the waterfall

So take my hand if you're ready
For a journey to the coast of light
In the land of a thousand kisses
If you're ready we can stay all night

As we lay in our fear to communicate
You say I should ask you once again
In the land of a thousand kisses

She was a woman with a magnetic smile pointed at me like a compass at night
I can't imagine what the world would be like without her sunset to brighten up
the sky
Walked down her streets and the cool shadows in which I lingered before bursting
into light
Opened her door I was beckoned inside into a fairy tale I climbed up to her
heights

Hola Cadiz Falla she is
Hola Cadiz Falla she is

I walk down her steps and the centuries echo my footfalls bouncing round the
crypt
I hear the waves like the beat of her heart down by the shoreline past and
present slips

Away Cadiz Falla she is
Hola Cadiz Falla she is

Show me a reason give me a sign
We could be leaving all this behind

So if a songbird flies from the north down to the island he'll be holding her
hand
And he'll be looking for the house that is still down by the shoreline and
she'll understand

Hola Cadiz Falla she is
Hola Cadiz Falla she is

Show me a reason give me a sign

When the man in the hobnail boots asked me what war was going on
I didn't have the heart to tell him that peace had just begun
He didn't believe he said do or die
I couldn't deceive and so I said goodbye

Got a friend with a silver lady shows me many ways to laugh
It's a one-way love affair but she shines in his photographs
He don't like a crowd but don't get him wrong
He does his thinking aloud he makes it up as he goes along

I want to do right by you but you mustn't do wrong by me

Sitting in a lonely room with a friend with lots to tell
He doesn't ask me for advice but then I've got nothing to sell
We trade in a joke we've got nothing to hide
We're just simple folk it makes me feel good inside

I want to do right by you but you mustn't do wrong by me

So when we're having our last meal and I ask you for a light
Don't get me wrong because the last thing that I want is for us to fight
So get back to school and I'll do the same
But don't play the fool and we'll both win this game

She's surfed along the moonlit mile
She's flashed so many sunshine smiles
She's learnt the meaning of beguile
She'll teach you plenty in a while
She is from heaven and I am from hell

She's got the classic poker face
She plays the fool and draws your ace
But when your fingers close around her waist
She is from heaven and I am from hell
Under her spell hell
Under her spell hell

I can see where the confusion lies
Between the laugh and where the teardrop dries
You should expect a big surprise
Cos when she looks at you between the eyes
She is from heaven and I am from hell
Under her spell hell
Under her spell hell

So you think that you found happiness
Amongst the traffic in the game of chess
Well it's a jungle out there it's a mess

She emerges like Ursula from Dr. No
Me I'm her James I'm the double O
We have an understanding
We fly together and avoid crashlanding

There's only one day left in paradise
But it takes two days to acclimatize
The palm tree leaves are waving
As I tune in to my Indian station

Beauty on the beach is suddenly within my reach

I realized there was nothing that I missed
She was there to provide her silent kiss
We had it all in spades
There was no time to be afraid

And overhead the bats were picking fruit
As we commerced in our birthday suits
The palm tree broom was sweeping
Away the blues there was no time for weeping

A hundred years and many a tear tells the story of Harry Power
Took Ned Kelly when he was a lad and just a wild flower
Taught him how to rob taught him how to hide in not so many hours
Such was his fame the mention of his name led those who heard to cower
His mother gave him fifteen quid to take the boy away
Just fourteen and never been kissed but Harry's world held sway
He lit the fire he cooked the food they headed Whitfield way
Hold them horses Ned he cried And we'll be rich today!

To Bullock Creek they headed out and Ned became a ranger
Those wooden walls were two feet thick to keep them from all danger
Harry wagged his pipe at Ned and told the tale of Whitty
Who sold his soul to the devil red and gave lawyers no pity
They headed out the month of May and robbed the Buckland coach
Look who's here brave Cody cried and Harry said Approach!
The women gave their jewelry because Ned's ma needs a broach
Hold them horses Ned he cried Let's find some gold to poach!

Harry disappeared a while but soon he came a calling
He'd taken back the Quiller boots and Ned he was crestfallen
The boots restored at Tarawingee Harry wasn't stalling
Get on your horse and follow me his manners were appalling
He took revenge by urging Ned to tan old Bill Frost's hide
In Beechworth Town a gun went off and Ned thought he'd shot wide
Frost he fell a naked ape and the blood spilled from his side
Get on your horse and follow me you're a wanted man he lied

Harry was taken by the law and all thought that Ned was spilling
But Ned he was a loyal dog he'd taken quite a grilling
He took the blame read Lorna Doone then found a lady willing
Then Fitzpatrick turned his coat and Ned he took to killing
I've really had to simplify because Ned's the name we know
He's the one that history has decided to show
The books that bear his name describe his armor and his woe
But Harry holds the key for me he's the truly seasoned pro

I'd like to meet the wandering jew who keeps his hands in his pockets for later
He's always been there controlling the scene but in his new suit he looks like a
waiter
He's of the retiring kind but with a schedule that's fuller than Kissinger
He's grown a moustache since his wife went away but I have to say I don't think
he's missing her
24/7 it's got to be the greatest job
24/7 just being Bob

He started out when I was at school when the teachers weren't cruel they were
vicious
He strummed that guitar like he meant it and the women he knew were capricious
I couldn't wait to discover an E and then follow it with an A minor
Even the Beatles took note at the words that he wrote like a spider
24/7 it's got to be the greatest job
24/7 just being Bob

Meanwhile I got stuck in verse three when the black blood flowed down the metal
I left it around for about a thousand hours and then sure enough I started to
meddle
So if you're listening please I'm down on my knees in the candles
I'm not stuck in Memphis at all but I sure heard the call and the scandal
24/7 it's got to be the greatest job
24/7 just being Bob

So Bob don't get me wrong I'm a fan but I can stay cool
I know what it's like to be put on the spot when your collar gets hot that's the
rule
I understand why you constantly play because playing is work and it's fun
I hope you continue to grow because it's sure hard to stop once begun
24/7 it's got to be the greatest job

Walks in a bar in a nonchalant way
We all want to hear what he's got to say
You don't need an invite to be at the lig
Hanging out and being cool with Mr.Big

Reading your bible in bed at night
That bed ain't made for a man of your height
Samson's locks cut off after the gig
Can you grow them back being Mr. Big?

Is there water flowing under the bridge?
Is that a storm brewing up on the ridge?
Are the wheels still on the undercarriage?
Got to have all the answers when you're Mr. Big

Spoke out for the disenfranchised few
Woke up later wearing someone else's shoes
Pardon me don't think it's a dig
But the colour don't suit you being Mr. Big

You maybe next 'cos you're standing tall
Your Aunt Sally's waiting down in the hall
Little or large she don't give a fig
There's always room for her around Mr. Big

Is that a storm brewing up on the ridge?
If that's a scratch then there must be an itch
Do all your plans go by with out any hitch?

Watch out for the storm hide like an onion and keep yourself warm
Watch the barometer and study the form you've been warned
But if you never listened to a blind man's whim
You will never gain admission to the human swim
And your fusion will be fission all over again
Picked up by the wind

Take a look through the glass what's out there is coming up fast
Be prepared for the blast cause it won't last
If you ever suspected that you have sinned
If you ever expected a lottery win
You will never get infected if you don't jump in
Picked up by the wind

Picked up by the wind picked up by the wind
Picked up by the wind you ain't safe inside your skin

Think you need new clothes fallen asleep too often in those
Lose all your cares and your woes touch your toes
But if you never experience a change of plan
You will never enjoy the verse that don't scan
You'll lose the meaning of life and end up like Desperate Dan
Picked up by the wind

Picked up by the wind picked up by the wind
Picked up by the wind you ain't safe inside your skin

What's that knock at your door
what's that junk mail doing all over the floor
Who's that being a bore and what's in store
Keep your eyes on the sky for a warning sign
Keep your hands on your boots because they could be mine
And if you're swimming upside down well it can turn out fine

That's me in that car on that road in that light
That's you looking good saying things feeling right
That's us in that frame on that shelf what a sight
Never thought I could be riding like this tonight
Life can be a breeze or it can strike me blind
I don't mind

That's me in that plane flying over the pond
That's you wondering where on earth you belong
That's us making sense where it all could go wrong
Never thought that I could be so healthy so long
Meet me by the exit or under the sign
I don't mind

That's me with that axe and I'm just taking aim
That's you making plans on the practical plane
That's us having fun setting up down the lane
Never thought I could make it and not miss the train
Take the day off or open the wine
I don't mind

That's me making hay when the sun wants to shine
That's you loving rain and the difficult times
That's us making love making up solving crimes
Never thought that I'd try to start towing your line
Take me by the hand or call me a swine

Funny how time can take you by surprise
It creeps up in the night to give you butterflies
I'm happy spending time with you it's the thing to do I love it but I'm sure
I'd love a Henry Moore

I know a work of art when I meet one face to face
The trouble at the start is when you're feeling out of place
I'd like to get a room with a view and a comfy deep pile carpet on the floor
On which to place my Henry Moore

He's an acquired taste
But nothing goes to waste
The trouble is there's not a lot around
And in this situation
What with some high inflation
His value stands up well against the pound

He perfectly describes the generation gap
He used to draw the crowds sleeping underneath the map
I could fall asleep like a sheep with my head between your pillows by the door
Gazing at my Henry Moore

He's an acquired taste
But nothing goes to waste
The trouble is there's not a lot around
And in this situation
What with some high inflation
His value stands up well against the pound

I can guarantee the pleasure you will find
So have a spending spree it will help you to unwind
You can't go too far wrong with the oblong three dimensional adventure take a
tour