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I see double up ahead
Where the riverboat swayed beneath the sun
Is where the river runs red
Like a King who stalks the wings and shoots a dove
And frees an eagle instead
It's more or less the same as the things that you said
I see trouble up the road
Like the things you found in love are by the way
And like to cheat on your soul
Like the best and worst of thoughts that lose control
Before you lie on your bed
It's more or less the same as the things that you said
Anyway for all the things you know tell me why does the river not flow
Anyway for all the things you said tell me why does the river run red
Anyway for all the things you've seen tell me when will the river run green
And anyway for all the things you know tell me why does the river not flow
It's more or less the things you fail to say in your way that's your trouble
Like a King who stalks the wings and shoots the moon and the stars
And his double
It's more or less the same as the things that you said
I see trouble up ahead
Where the river boat swayed beneath the sun
Is where the river runs red
I see double - that's my trouble.
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I never saw it as the start its more a change of heart
Rapping on the windows, whistling down the chimney pot
blowing off the dust in the room where I forgot I laid my plans in solid rock
Stepping through the door like a troubadour whiling just an hour away,
looking at the trees on the roadside feeling its a holiday.
You and I should ride the coast and wind up in our favourite coats just miles away.
Roll a number write another song like Jimmy heard the day he caught the train.
Ooh Lala, Ooh Lala
Ooh Lala, Ooh Lala
He sip's another rum and coke and told a dirty joke
Walking like Groucho sucking on a number 10
Rolling on the floor with the cigarette burns walked in
I'll miss the crush and I'm home again.
Stepping through the door with the night in store whiling just an hour away,
step into the sky in the starbright feeling its a brighter day.
You and I should ride the coast and wind up in our favourite coats just miles away.
Roll a number write another song like Jimmy heard the day he caught the train.
Ooh Lala, Ooh Lala
Ooh Lala, Ooh Lala
You and I should ride the tracks and find ourselves just wading through tomorrow
and you and I when we're coming down we're only getting back
and you know I feel no sorrow.
Ooh Lala, Ooh Lala
Ooh Lala, Ooh Lala
When you find that things are getting wild don't you need days like these x3
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Saturday Afternoon
The sunshine pours like wine
Through the window
And I know golden June
Can turn an empty grey
Against your window
And I feel like I’m on the outside
Of the circle
If I walk by the trees
I’ll catch the falling leaves
If the wind blows
But I know all this means is
Whiling on the hours
Watching sideshows
And I feel like I’m on the outside
Of the circle
Will I turn my coat to the rain
I don’t know
But I’m going somewhere I can warm my bones
Fare you well I’ll carry me away
And sing to those I know
Upon their birthdays
And I won’t feel like I’m on the outside
I wont feel like I'm on the outside
i wont feel like I'm on the outside
Of the circle
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Well hello my old friend you know i've been away
I'm not asking for much but please remember my name
You've been lining your pockets for no other reason
Than to buy up the things that I gave without reasonable pay
Well I wondered through fortune and I flirted with fame
but we never got the money we always gave it away
Old benchmark on the park he got lost on the world
but he doesn't seem to know about any of it at all
he said - all the things that I wanted
you know I had to pay and pay...
and so I say...
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The brilliance of my fleeting mind
Chimes like voices in foreign caves
It chimes in time - takes me where I'm going
Alone my fleeting mind is knowing
Believe it when I pin it down
And that's not hard to forget
With my hands upon my knees
You will steal from my fleeting mind
Remember all out words
They are just smoke-rings in the rain
That's just a poem in brilliant places
But poets, they are too grim
They steal like party thieves
From crowded rooms
To rhyme their homes with better places
The brilliance of their minds
Will seek with never knowing
Alone my fleeting mind is knowing
Believe it when I pin it down
And that's not hard to forget
With my thoughts like sifting leaves
I believe in my fleeting mind
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Well I'm waiting standing on the corner
And it's coming 40 past the hour
In the midnight lonely freezing hour
With my insides churning in the gutter
And I'm waiting 40 past midnight
Catching rain in the soda light
Won't you come and call me to your window
Please don't leave me waiting on the corner
We could have the best time
If you lighten up your life
With my pockets holey in the inside
With my bus ride rolling in the gutter
But if you would only light your lamp light
Then I would be here than any other
Well I'm waiting 40 past midnight
Catching cold in the pouring rain
Won't you come and take me to your door
So I can take myself home again
When I'm waiting standing on the corner
And the soda light begins to flicker
And it's getting 40 past the hour
And I think I won't see what I figure
Well I'm waiting freezing on the inside
Staring up at your window pane
If you won't come see me this evening
I can see myself here again
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No I never knew you
We both went to different schools
Me so scared of the rules
You chasing all the girls
But it seems to me
We never grew up we just got ourselves free
Inventing what we could be
To buy all their curls
Get up and dance
Get up and smile
Get up and drink to the days
Ones that are gone in the shortest while
She was just eighteen she collapsed
And they took her away
She didn’t make it for more than an hour
Then she was gone
What do you say?
When someone’s been taken that way
Before they’ve had a day to fly in the sun
Get up and dance
Get up and smile
Get up and drink to the days
Ones that are gone in the shortest while
Get up and dance
Get up and smile
Get up and drink to the days
Ones who are gone in the shortest while
I’ll sing my sorrow
I’ll sing my sorrow
I’ll sing my sorrow
I’ll sing my sorrow
No I never knew you
We both ended up as different fools
Me so scared of the rules
You chasing all the girls
But it seems to me
We never grew up we just got ourselves free
Inventing what we could be
To buy all their curls
Get up and dance
Get up and smile
Get up and drink to the days
Ones that are gone in the shortest while
Get up and dance
Get up and smile
Get up and drink to the days
Ones who are gone in the shortest while
I’ll sing my sorrow
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Who is that upon the stairs
acting like he don't know where
and who is laying down all the cards
and giving me the wrong things to say
and like a wheel on the table
He's a Cain to my Abel: Oh.....it's my shadow
A confessor to my dreams casting ribbons round my feet
Oh.....into my day
It's my shadow
Making eyes until the sun lights the daytime as she comes
Oh..... into my day
Happy in the time when I would have been there to see you
Happy in the time when I would have been there at all
Happy when the night is gone and I believe you
Happy when the night is gone and I need a call
Who is chasing in the wind all the letters never sent
and who is dusting down the stars and giving me the wrong moves to make.
And like a wheel on the table, he's a Cain to my Abel
dancing upon the floor, its my shadow
making eyes until the sun blinds the daytime as she comes
Oh.....into my day
Its my shadow
Like a willow to my stream casting heaven round my feet
Oh.....into my day.
When you find that things are getting wild is that
the hardest smile that you can ever feel.
Paralysed until the sun lights the daytime as she comes.
And if my shadow comes a creeping
Then I'll always find me sleeping in the sun
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The house caught on fire in the winter
the bosses lay slain
and each of the workers decided to ten-fold
and they saw in the mirror the sun had been shot down in flames
and nobody minded the hole in the sky or the rain
But it doesn't really matter
when the judgements are said
'cos we all take our chances to find out
romances in some others bed
and you might burn your fingers
book your best rings for those
who'd have you standing naked
then publicly auction the use of a hose.
all the children were laughing
there faces in half with the pain
at the girl who liked talking to walls and jumpin at trains
and the words that ring true
in the playground of fools will remain
and nobody minded the hole in the sky or the rain.
But it doesn't really matter
when the rights have been read
'cos we all take our chances to glance at the wife in the oposite bed
and i bet Nero and Pilate could easily explain
how policemen and pirates get stoned in glass houses
just finding their way.
REPEAT
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Lay down your head & look to your window
Where do you go when its not where you're going
And how do you see when the light isn't shining
Where you could be if you worked out the timing
And how does it feel when the world comes on so real & true
And how do you do the things you do to you
If I were a king & you were a lady
What would I sing to say what I'm saying
And would you believe the verses left open
My heart on my sleeve the rhyming all broken
And how does it feel when the world comes back so real & true
And how do you do the things you do to you
Sell me a river and I'll skate away
to the downstream where I did play
So easy minded like a hill on the skyline
tripped up and blinded getting lost on the sidelines
And how does it feel when each word comes back so real & true
And how do you do the things you do to you
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And if I could hold you
Where would you belong
sitting here to reason
how the worlds gone wrong
And if I could listen
To half the words you say
Would your pathway glisten
And help you on your way
Oh you’ve got it bad
But you never should expect cover
boy you’ve got it so bad
Worse than any other
If I was in your shoes
Would it be the same
Would you sit in silence
While I dish out the blame
and if the world was laughing
Would you close your ears
There is no creed of chanting
To make the world more clear
oh you got it bad
but you never should expect cover
boy youve got it so bad
worse than any other
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If I brought you flowers
Would you watch them grow
Springtime is for certain
To follow on the snow
and if i could hold you
where would you belong
sitting here to reason
on how the worlds gone wrong
Oh you’ve got it bad
But you never should expect cover
boy you’ve got it so bad
Worse than any other
Oh you’ve got it bad
But you never should expect cover
Oh you’ve got it so so bad
Worse than any other
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Well I used to be a listener
There was nothing left to get
About what you are
And what you haven't been yet
Some of them like to tell a story that is long and old
And couch it in indifference and the wine that they were sold
To get away
Well someone's got to tell them that its not deserved
Rehearsed or written down
By playwrights over time
Just picking up on a nerve
And some of them got a difference
That they reserve for you
Well I like them all but I don't trust any of them
Well shouldn't you
Just get away
Well I used to think
My freedom was a lot of things I'd give
Demanding on my time
But I had so much time to give
And I used to think that everything
Was a knee in what you are
But finding out the truth that hurts
So I never went that far
No I'd always get away
Get away, away, away, away, away...
It comes down to the fact
That I'm now different from the past
Demanding all my ideals
Its just trying to make them last
And some of the things that you say
They're ringing home so true
I hang my head out of the door
And I follow you
Yeah I follow you
And I get away
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