Huddled in the safety of a pseudo
silk kimono Wearing bracelets of smoke, naked of
understanding. Nicotine smears, long, long dried tears, invisible
tears. Safe in my own words, learning from my own words,
Cruel joke, cruel joke. Huddled in the safety of a pseudo silk
kimono A morning mare rides, in the starless shutters of my
eyes. The spirit of a misplaced childhood is rising to speak his
mind, To this orphan of heartbreak, disillusioned and
scorned, A refugee, refugee.
Kayleigh
Do you
remember, chalk hearts melting on a playground wall? Do you
remember, dawn escaped from moonwashed college halls? Do
you remember, the cherry blossom in the market square? Do
you remember, I thought it was confetti in our hair By the
way didn't I break your heart? Please excuse me, I never meant
to break your heart. So sorry I never meant to break your
heart. But you broke mine.
Kayleigh is it too late to say I'm sorry. Kayleigh could we get
it together again. I can't go on pretending that it came to a
natural end. Kayleigh I never thought I'd miss you,
And Kayleigh I'd hoped that we'd always be friends. We said
our love would last forever, So how did it come to this bitter
end. Do you remember, barefoot on the lawn with shooting
stars Do you remember, loving on the floor in Belsize Park
Do you remember, dancing in stilletos in the snow Do you
remember, you never understood I had to go. By the way,
didn't I break your heart ? Please excuse me I never meant to
break your heart So sorry, I never meant to break your
heart, But you broke mine.
Kayleigh, I just want to say I'm sorry, But Kayleigh I'm too
scared to pick up the phone. To find you've found another lover to
patch up our broken home. Kayleigh, I'm still trying to write
that love song, Kayleigh it's more important to me now you're
gone. Maybe it'll prove that we were right
Or it will prove that I was wrong.
Lavender
I was walking in the park dreaming of a
spark When I heard the sprinklers whisper,
Shimmer in the haze of summer lawns. Then I heard the
children singing, They were running through the
rainbows. They were singing a song for you.
Well it seemed to be a song for you, the one I wanted to write
for you, for you, you. Lavenders blue, dilly dilly, lavenders
green. When I am King, dilly dilly, you will be Queen.
A penny for your thoughts my dear, A penny for your
thoughts my dear, I.O.U. for your love, I.O.U. for your
love. Lavenders green, dilly dilly, lavenders blue.
When you love me, dilly dilly, I will love you. A penny for
your thoughts my dear, A penny for your thoughts my
dear, I.O.U. for your love, I.O.U. for your love.
For your love, for your love, for your love.
Bitter Suite
Brief Encounter
A spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of
a shadow, Not the regal creature of border caves,
But the poor, misguided, directionless familiar of some
obscure Scottish poet. The mist crawls from the canal
Like some primordial phantom of romance To curl, under a
cascade of neon pollen. While I sit tied to the phone like an
expectant father. Your carnation will rot ina vase.
Lost Weekend
A train sleeps in a siding,
The driver guzzles another can of lager, lager. To wash away the
memories of a Friday night down at the club. She was a
wallflower at sixteen, She'll be a wallflower at thirty
four. Her mother called her beautiful.
Her daddy said, a whore.
Blue Angel
The sky was Bible black in Lyon, When I met the
Magdalene. She was paralyzed in a streetlight.
She refused to give her name. And a ring of violet
bruises, They were pinned upon her arm.
Two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led me by the hand, To a
room of dancing shadows where all the heartache disappears And
from glowing tongues of candles I heard her whisper in my ear.
J'entend ton coeur, J'entend ton coeur,
I can hear your heart, I can hear your heart, I can hear your heart.
Hear your heart. I can hear your heart.
Misplaced Rendez-vous
It's getting late, for scribbling and
scratching on the paper. Something's gonna give under this
pressure, And the cracks are already beginning to show,
It's too late. The weekend career girl never boarded the
plane. They said this could never happen again.
Oh, so wrong, so wrong. This time it seems to be another
misplaced rendezvous. This time, it's looking like another
misplaced rendezvous, With you,
The parallel of you, you.
Windswept Thumb
On the outskirts of nowhere,
On the ringroad to somewhere, On the verge of
indecision, I'll always take the roundabout way,
Waiting on the rain. For I was born with a habit, from a
sign. The habit of a windswept thumb.
And the sign of the rain, It started to rain.
It's started raining.
Heart of Lothian
Wide Boy
Wide boys, wide boys, wide boys, born with hearts of Lothian.
Wide boys, wide boys, born with hearts of Lothian. Wide boys,
we were wide boys, born with hearts of Lothian. These
hearts of Lothian. It's six o'clock in the tower blocks,
The stalagmites of culture shock, (culture shock) And the trippers
of the light fantastic, bowdown, hoedown Spray their
pheremones on this perfume uniform. And anarchy smiles in
the Royal Mile. And they're waiting on the Slyboys, flyboys,
wideboys. Rooting, tooting Cowboys, lucky little ladies at the
watering holes. They'll score the Friday night goals.
I was born, with a heart of Lothian. With a heart of
Lothian.
Curtain Call
And the man from the magazine, Wants another shot of you
all curled up. 'Cos you look like an actor in a movie shot.
But you're feeling like a wino in a parking lot. How did I
get here anyway? Do we really need a playback of the
show? 'Cos the wideboys want to head for the watering
holes, Watering holes, watering holes.
Let's go. And the man in the mirror has sad eyes.
Waterhole (Expresso Bongo)
When
the taxis gather in mock Solemnity. Funeral hearses court the
death in virginity, Was it paradise lost or paradise
found? Did we gain respect or were we holding ground?
You had found true love, or so you believed And the wideboys
tattooed your hearts upon their sleeves. So when you think
it's time to go, When you think it's time to go,
Don't be surprised, the heroes never show. And the patter
merchants selling false impressions, Tipping eyes at the waitress
with American expressions, Tie angels to the bar with sweet
Martini's and their charms They're lying on every word and
every arm They're turning down their noses to the best
lines And the cheap wines.
And the wideboys, They wear their lovebites for their
crimes. So when you think it's time to go,
When you think it's time to go, Don't be surprised, the heroes
never show.
Lords of the Backstage
A love song with no
validity. Pretend you never meant that much to me.
Numb, a vallium child, bored by meaningless collisions. A lonely
stretch of headlight, diamonds trapped in black ice. A mirror
cracked along the white lines. I just wanted you to be the
first one. Ashes are burning, burning.
A lifestyle with no simplicities. But I'm not asking for your
sympathies. Talk, we never could talk, distanced by all that was
between us. A lord of the backstage, a creature of
language, I'm so far out and I'm too far in.
I just wanted you to be the first one. Bridges are burning,
burning. Now, now, now, now
Blind Curve
Vocal Under A Bloodlight
Last night you said I was cold,
untouchable. A lonely piece of action from another
town. I just want to be free, I'm happy to be lonely.
Can't you stay away? Just leave me alone with my
thoughts. Just a runaway, just a runaway,
I'm saving myself.
Passing Strangers
Strung out under a necklace of carnival lights. Cold moan,
held on the crest of the night. I'm too tired to fight.
So now we're passing strangers, at single tables. Still
trying to get over, Still trying to write love songs for passing
strangers. All those passing strangers.
And the twinkling lies, all those twinkling lies, Sparkle with
the wet ink on the paper.
Mylo
Oh I remember Toronto when Mylo went down, And we sat
and cried on the phone. I never felt so alone,
He was the first of our own. Some of us go down in a blaze of
obscurity. Some of us go down in a haze of publicity.
The price of infamy, the edge of insanity. Another Holiday Inn,
another temporary home, And an interviewer threatened me
with a microphone, Talk to me, tell me your stories.
So I talked about conscience and I talked about pain, And he
looked out the window and it started to rain. I thought maybe
I've already gone crazy. So I reached for a bottle and he reached
for the door, And I picked up the sleeping pills crushed in the
floor. Inviting me to casual obscenity.
Perimeter Walk
It would be incredible if we
could Retrace all the times that we lived here.
All the collisions. Wasted, I've never been so wasted.
I've never been this far out before. Perimeter walk.
There's a presence here. I feel could have been
ancient, I could have been mystical.
There's a presence, A childhood, my childhood,
My childhood, childhood, a misplaced childhood, My
childhood, childhood, a misplaced childhood, Give it back
to me, give it back to me. A childhood, the childhood, the
childhood, The childhood, the childhood.
Oh please give it back to me.
Threshold
I saw a war widow in a laundrette, Washing the memories from
her husband's clothes. She had medals pinned to a threadbare
greatcoat A lump in her throat with cemetary eyes.
I see convoys curbcrawling West German Autobahns
Trying to pick up a war. They're going to even the
score. Oh... I can't take any more.
I see black flags on factories, Soup ladels poised on the lips
of the poor. I see children with vacant stares,
Destined for rape in the alleyways. Does anybody care, I can't
take any more! Should we say goodbye?
I see priests, politicians? The heroes in black plastic body-bagsm
under nations' flags I see children pleading with outstretched
hands, drenched in napalm, this is no Vietnam.
I can't take any more, should we say goodbye, How can
you justify? They call us civilised!
Childhood's End?
And it was morning. And I found myself mourning,
For a childhood that I thought had disappeared. I looked
out the window, And I saw a magpie in the rainbow, the rain
had gone I'm not alone, I turned to the mirror,
I saw you, the child, that once loved. The child before they
broke his heart, Our heart, the heart that I believed was
lost. Hey you, surprised? More than surprised,
To find the answers to the questions, Were always in your
own eyes. Do you realize that you give it on back to her?
But that would only be retraced in all the problems that you ever knew,
So untrue. For she's got to carry on with her life,
And you've got to carry on with yours. So I see it's me, I can
do anything And still the child,
'Cos the only thing misplaced was direction And I found
direction. There is no Childhood's End.
There is no Childhood's End. Cos' you are my childhood
friend. Cos' you are my childhood friend.
Oh lead me on. Hey you, you've survived.
Now you've arrived, To be reborn in the shadow of the
magpie. Now you realize, that you've got to get out of
here. You've found the leading light of destiny,
Burning in the ashes of your memory. You want to change
the world. You'd resigned yourself to die a broken rebel,
But that was looking backward. Now you've found the
light. You, the child that once loved,
The child before they broke his heart. The heart, the heart
that I believed was lost So it's me I see, I can do
anything. I'm still the child. 'Cos the
only thing misplaced was direction, and I found direction.
There is no childhood's end. There is no childhood's
end. There is no childhood's end.
I am your childhood friend. Oh.. lead me on.
White Feather
When I hit the streets back in '81 With a heart and a gown and
a poet's crown. I felt barbed wire kisses and icicle tears,
Wearing at me for all these years. I saw political intrigue,
political lies. Going to wipe those smiles of self-satisfaction from
their eyes I will wear your white feather,
I will wear your white flag, I will swear I have no
nation, But I'm proud to own my heart.
I will wear your white feather, I will wear your white
flag, I will swear I have no nation,
But I'm proud to own my heart. My heart, My
heart, This is my heart. We
don't need your uniforms, We have no disguise,
Divided we stand, together we rise. (All the children, all the
children, Tell your children...) We will carry your white
feathers, We will carry your white flags,
We will swear we have no nation, But we're proud to own
our hearts. We will carry your white feathers,
We will carry your white flags, We will swear we have no
nation, But we're proud to own our hearts.
Our hearts, These are our hearts