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Know And Love
03:57
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Experience doesn’t make you good
It makes you remember things you should
And the feelings of the things you know and love.
Things hit me, out of the ordinary
Stand back there, and let us find each other
Make a change from all the things you know and love.
When you find me, say things to make it better
I’ll take my chances, suggest things I should never
And if you return the gesture
It might just change everything I know and love.
And when I’m brought down from the high I’ve been on
We just talk in wordless conversations
When I’m breaking, where are the things I know and love?
What are the things I know and love?
How do I know the things I love?
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Don’t mind my ideas, they’re just spilling into the sky.
Can you feel the heat? It’s like long summer days gone by.
Looking down from here, it’s like I’m looking back on times
Where from the top of the watchtower, you caught my eye.
Along a road that’s now as wide as it is long,
From the top of the watchtower, you’re moving on.
Along a road that took you away and left me alone,
From the top of the watchtower, the light has gone.
Not always my station, but somehow it’s now my own,
Since times when you departed and I’d see you walking home.
If I close my eyes, it’s like I see you down the line
Where from the top of the watchtower, you blew my mind
I watched you go,
I watched you go
Along a road that took you away and left me alone,
From the top of the watchtower, the light has gone.
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3. |
Winterlong
03:21
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What could I do standing on the spot –
Find a million pounds and spend the lot?
I’d be there ‘til the April rain ran dry
And wonder what I’d do if you came by…
The busker isn’t singing just for you –
He just wants your money for a tune.
If you try to find your own reflection in his song
You’ll be dancing on your own all winterlong
You think you don’t need anybody… don’t you?
Darker nights pre-empt your one way track
Maybe light some candles and sit back
Convince yourself that nothing has gone wrong
And you’ll be sitting here alone all winterlong
You think you don’t need anybody… don’t you?
Watch it ebb and flow and swallow you whole
Will you pray for someone to make you new
You think you don’t need anybody… don’t you?
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4. |
Parting Ways
03:44
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One of us is lying, my instinct says it’s you
The jokes wear thin before the punchline and stick to me like glue
Making the biggest noise doesn’t make you king
When we are all just ones and zeroes underneath the skin
Parting ways… when the lines of communication have faded
I don’t speak the language, so please take me somewhere else
I don’t speak the language, so please take me somewhere else
Absolute affection is in the eye of the beholder
Says the sidewalk hustler in American leather
The boy by the cathedral sees daylight between the blades
On the wrong side of the river, we’ll go walking while he fades.
Parting ways… when the lines of communication are jaded
I don’t speak the language, so please take me somewhere else
I don’t speak the language, so please take me somewhere else
Look around, everything you see is real
But taking it for granted is still not a good idea
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5. |
Nice To Have A History
03:34
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I haven’t read your book
It’s sitting on my desk
It’s where it’s been for days
You say I put the words in your mouth
And you had to get them out somehow
I didn’t think you meant in a bestseller
It was my journey we were on,
You invited yourself along -
An unwanted chaperone
You knew I meant to write it down
But you did it first and now
I see the extracts in the paper telling me
The same words, the same story
The same fear you wrote it for me
The same names, narration,
The same sorry situation
And after all is said, it’s nice to have a history
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6. |
Forget Everything
03:16
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I’m old enough to have these memories,
But still too young to know what they mean.
I don’t want to see those sad old pictures
Or read the stupid things they write on t-shirts
So what if I woke up a millionaire -
Would you come back crawling to me?
What if I woke up a millionaire –
Would you just forget everything
I don’t cry for the heart that you broke;
I no longer have your name in my phone-book.
So what if I woke up a millionaire -
Would you come back crawling to me?
What if I woke up a millionaire –
Would you just forget everything
Could I just forget everything?
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7. |
Monaco
03:12
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Got off the train last week,
Straight back in the driving seat –
It’s been too long.
You’ve written me off before,
Never had so much to prove to myself… or you
But I’ve got to win the Monaco
I’ve got to win the Monaco
I’ve got to win the Monaco
Then try to win you back.
D’you hear the engines roar?
How things progress so fast…
One day they’ll go faster than Superman
The starting flag has dropped,
I’m flying down the straight
Hope the brakes don’t fail
Could you stop me anyway?
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Susannah,
You say your happiest moments are Sunday mornings
When you don't know if your numbers have come up
And you dream about your fine imagined riches
While deep down knowing it's nothing but a bluff
Oh Susannah, don't cry for things you can't change
It's not worth it.
Susannah,
You say you don't like people doing you favours
You don't like being left in anybody's debt
Come over here and we will look after you
To expect nothing in return's a sure-fire bet
Oh Susannah, don't cry for things you can't change
Oh Susannah - It's not worth it.
The streetlight on the road outside your window
Casts a golden glow around the frame
Makes it seems like you are just a portrait…
In pride of place
Susannah,
The vintage coat that now adorns your shoulders
Once kept a wartime-widow warm against the cold
If she had known how much you'd come to love it
Maybe she wouldn't have burned that cigarette hole
Oh Susannah, don't cry for things you can't change
It's not worth it
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You were a disco-dancer off to the Babylon or Ritz
So many invitations but no one to dance with
You wore a paper hat with mistletoe sellotaped above your brow
Always wanted to be wanted and there's no time quite like now
I spy no tinsel on the town hall roof
No Christmas carols in the square
No tree laden with the sad old truth
Next year's bonfire will be bare, bare
You were a late-shift worker, last-minute shopping right on cue
Captivated by the mannequins all dressed better than you
You said I looked familiar, I bet you use that all the year!
But it seems we shared a cab last Christmas after you had found me here
Now with friends we're in a circle, hands linked like New Year's Eve
But nobody is singing - it's like the party's over, no reprieve
The sun above the motorway is a ten pence piece on fire
And the road out to the airport is getting shorter by the mile
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10. |
Come Forward
01:52
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12th June
03:06
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Sat in cool corners
Of a room that's still burning
Feeling like the misplaced
Suitcase from a journey
My number on your phone screen
A call for forgetting
A car lined in confetti
At someone else's wedding
And marking off the numbers
On the calendar each afternoon
And what was 8th of April
Will soon enough be 12th of June
If I was a painter
I'd paint you a river
I'd paint you in a rowboat
I'd paint you falling overboard
And marking off the numbers
On the calendar each afternoon
And what was 8th of April
Will soon enough be 12th of June
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12. |
The Actress
05:26
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The lights were all green on opening night -
I got you there in no time at all
Minutes to spare before curtain call
In my dream, there's a hole in my pocket
I lost my ticket - I think the wind took it…
But it was just a dream
The flowers from the crowd hoped you’d break a leg -
How could they see you’d fall off the stage?
Twist on your knee after only one page
In my dream, no standing ovations
Just empty spaces of my own creation
But it was just a dream…
Darling you put on a wonderful show
And it's all for me, yeah it's all for me
Or that's how it seems, here in the cheap seats
In my dream the script is unfinished
La la la la la, la la la la la…
I hope it's just a dream…
Not sure I'll make it to the aftershow
But I'll pick you up later when you want to go
Saw Marilyn and Batman arrive arm in arm
Looks like it'll be star-studded fun
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13. |
Somewhere Else Not Here
03:12
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The good magician won’t reveal how his tricks are done
Or why he’s sat here in this room with strangers he doesn’t know.
Where are the people quick with the invite, they thought he could make troubles clear
Their endless desire to be rich and handsome and be somewhere else, not here
The good magician never lets out the rabbit from the hat
Or the cat out of the bag, he’ll ruin the magic like that.
And sat at the station the morning after, he’ll wish he could just disappear
An endless desire to be moving faster and be somewhere else, not here
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14. |
I Can Picture My Friend
04:43
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I can picture my friend, biting his tongue
Sat on the 8.30 train, across from someone
Reading the book he just finished today
Desperate to know what she thinks, without giving the ending away
I can picture my friend eating alone
Sat waiting for word of tonight from me on the phone
Sober enough or drinking for two
He'll be who you want him to be the second you walk in the room
I see his face in the paper, Lost and Found
Seeking someone to load the gun
Some empty romantic gesture to no one
I can picture my friend shooting the breeze
Sat waiting for autumn, then to fall with the leaves
The park bench girl reading ‘Venus and Mars’...
I can picture my friend feigning an interest in stars
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15. |
Good Sport
04:17
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Stopped to wave at the train I should've been on
And the man in my seat looks tired and drawn
Lip-reading arguments on Platform 1
Tug-of-war, suitcase spills its decorum
But there's no one to step in and save
No guard in shining armour
But there's no one to step in and save
No God in shining armour
What more can a good sport do
Two men, two pianos, one concourse show
One can barely hold a tune, one virtuoso
As the Arrivals gate is swept open
Which melody will win the battle?
But there's no one to step in and save
No guard in shining armour
But there's no one to step in and save
No God in shining armour
What more can a good sport do
High above the river and city
Big Ben looks like a toy clock tower
Chiming for the millionth time
But might as well be opening night
Dancing around the hotel room
To the New York Dolls
I am a jet boy
Fuelled by something I can almost taste
I'm holding London in my hand
What more can a good sport do
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Century
03:33
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On the train back home, in my subtle disguise
Set off fireworks for your birthday just by closing my eyes
You’ll be sat by the pool, attracting looks in the bar
Hopefully causing sensation wherever you are
Don’t blame the guitar if you can’t get the note
Don’t blame the traffic if you can’t cross the road
This is your century - use it wisely
Be good to it, may it be good to you
In the taxi home, see the funfair’s in town
You don’t know yet what you’re missing, what’s about to go down
Don’t blame the guitar if you can’t get the note
Don’t blame the weather if you forget your coat
This is your century - use it wisely
Be good to it, may it be good to you
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The day before Christmas
I saw the small car jump the light,
Crash into the tree -
I wish I felt more...
But it has been one of those years
And I just wanna get home
There are still corners of the house
I haven't sung in, danced in
And I live where I stand
Yeah it has been one of those years
And I just wanna get home
There are still corners of the house I don't know
The girl in the raincoat can see you
Wishing you weren’t here, stomping like a child
A tantrum to prize
Laden with parcels and suitcases
Train station taxi queue waiting
Scarf round her face from the biting wind
Dreaming of hibernating
Watching the crowds, feeling at best a ghost
Not caring for angels in lights
Chewing the scenery ‘til happy hour
Find someone to sweeten their nights
The day before Christmas
I saw the small car stop in time -
All was serene, everything’s fine
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18. |
Villains
04:15
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Oh Ella, I forgot to turn the record over
And now you're asleep in my arms
Pretending the drama is done
Oh Ella, up before the watchful dawn chorus
A choir rehearsing its parts,
To welcome the morning
We pull the doors closed, I start the engine
As rain spreads from the north
Spot the villains hiding in hedges
Camouflaged for all they are worth
Oh Ella, you've gathered enough wood for kindling
A bonfire to make us all proud
A send-off to old days
Oh Ella, see those sparks dance
To wow the hardest-hearted
Impressing the riotous crowd
Secure in its embrace
I've been the one who - line in the sand drawn -
Would step back from the edge
Chasing crows down country roads now
I am the one with villains to catch
Oh Ella, my back hurts from picking up
Discarded shoes in the park at night
You be the better angel of the two of us
This is a fight that, you shouldn't need to,
Should never need to fight
Our last minutes in the city
Showed me all that was wrong
Backs turned, ignoring each other
Seems like all the good has now gone
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19. |
Coat Hangers
04:22
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On every coat hanger every stitch plays its part
Each costume I wore, each scene its own prize
The lightest of sleepers with the heaviest heart
The first shards of sun dance on my weary eyes
I've dreamed of summers when all this was new
I float on the breeze, all logic betrayed
And I think I saw you, but it can't have been you -
You would have waved, you'd have made better days
Opinions and colours are chosen at dawn
On which side to stand, an X in the box
Facing the day or keeping curtains drawn
I hear battlefield songs, always new lines to cross
I’ve dreamed of summers where the tide came for me
But this paper boat stood strong on the wave
This hand holds a bottle to drop in the sea
A message to send, to transmit and be saved
…I’ve dreamed of summers
…I’ve dreamed of summers
On every coat hanger every stitch knows its part
Each button misplaced, each uniform tear
And spaces are made for the new year to start
One more crashing wave, one more coat to wear
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20. |
Road Signs
04:11
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You watch the cars go past, wish you could move so fast
But all the hoping in the world won’t change you or take you there
And sat here on the grass, we watch them all go past –
From contented looks to looks of desperation, we see it all
And I pity those heading for confrontation
And the ones who have to drive these roads alone,
And I envy those whose blind determination will get them home
Young eyes look to the sky as silent families drift by
The miles and miles of endless fascination, and all for free
And I dream myself back there, those days without a care
While weary eyes are fixed on endless road signs to hold off sleep.
And I pity those who won’t get home til midnight
And they’ll chase each other’s taillights through the dark
When the songs have run their course, just wind the tape back to the start
Yeah I pity those heading for confrontation
And the ones who have to drive these roads alone,
And I envy those whose blind determination will get them home.
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