Lime Street in the afternoon
everybody crazy as a coon
I'm running round in my underpants
trying to find some kinda romance
Quarter past three on Lime Street
I got whipped right offa my feet
Didn't realize that I'd been caught
till I found myself in the County Court
'Mr Judge,' I said, 'Won't you please be kind
Have pity on me, a poor orphan child?'
Mr Judge he says with a long mean frown
'Orphan or not, you're going down!'
Well I screamed on my knees in the witness box,
'Lord have mercy on my golden locks.'
The judge I could see that he was snide
He says, 'The only kind of blonde you are's a peroxide!'
Oh Lime Street, Lime Street
Lime Street, that's where we meet
Homburg
Your multilingual business friend
has packed her bags and fled
Leaving only ash-filled ashtrays
and the lipsticked unmade bed
The mirror on reflection
has climbed back upon the wall
for the floor she found descended
and the ceiling was too tall
Your trouser cuffs are dirty
and your shoes are laced up wrong
you'd better take off your homburg
'cos your overcoat is too long
The town clock in the market square
stands waiting for the hour
when its hands they both turn backwards
and on meeting will devour
both themselves and also any fool
who dares to tell the time
And the sun and moon will shatter
and the signposts cease to sign
Seem To Have The Blues Most All The Time
The landlord's knocking on my door, he says he wants the rent
I'm sitting in the kitchen wondering where the money's spent
A whole lot of people treating me unkind
I seem to have the blues most all the time
I'm lying in my bed hatching million-dollar schemes
The cops are using radar trying to intercept my dreams
A whole lot of people treating me unkind
I seem to have the blues most all the time
I went to get a job 'cos I badly needed the pay
I got a warm reception: they said 'Bum! Go away!'
A whole lot of people treating me unkind
I seem to have the blues most all the time
Well I owed a lot of money; I was weak and easily led
I tried to rob a bank: the cashier shot me dead
A whole lot of people treating me unkind
But it don't matter now, 'cos I got peace of mind
Nothing matters now 'cos I got peace of mind.
In The Wee Small Hours Of Sixpence
In the wee small hours of sixpence
and the lighted chandelier
stands a rusty old retainer
whose old eyes are filled with tears
for his master, Good Sir Galant,
who is now off to the wars
And although his eyes are crying
we know grief is not the cause
And if grief is not the reason
he must be of sterner stuff
and his sword though old and rusty
must be blunt as sharp enough
In the wee small hours of sixpence
and the broken window pane
stand the remnants of the evening
who are waiting all in vain
for the crowing of the cockerel
showing morning is not night
But the air is filled with silence
and the daylight is not bright
But still darkness is no reason
We are men of sterner stuff
and our swords though old and rusty
still are blunt as sharp enough.
In the wee small hours of sixpence
and the hat-stand in the hall
waiting only for the morning
shadows flitting 'cross the wall
And perhaps that old retainer
Whom now giving of his all
may have once been just as we are
and now has no face at all.
But still grief was not the reason
he was made of sterner stuff
and his sword though old and rusty
still was blunt as sharp enough.
Long Gone Geek
Weird goings-on at the County Jail
Prisoners reading the sheriff's mail
He's strapped down to a swivel chair
trying to swivel right out of there
Pin-striped Sweet's in Cell 15
Convinced his self it's all a dream
He's got a pet black tabby cat
that carries a gun and wears a Stetson hat
The door flies open, in strides Geek
Looking like the front page of Newsweek
He says to Lou in a voice of glee,
'What's the matter, ain't you glad to see me?'
Lou's on the floor 'cause he can't stand up
as green as a leaf in a tea-cup
When on to Geek's back jumps a Stetson-hatted cat
Which breaks Geek's neck like he was a rat
Long gone Geek!
This Old Dog
Drank a little too much wine last night
Drank a little too much wine last night
Got myself into one hell of a fight
Drank a little too much wine last night
Had a few too many nights without sleep last week
Had a few too many nights without sleep last week
Got myself on the edge of one hell of a losing streak
Had a few too many nights without sleep last week
Got to be a bit more straight these days
Got to be a bit more straight these days
This old dog has to learn some new ways
Got to be a bit more straight these days
Drunk Again
I've been out of weeks for ages
I've been on and off the train.
I've been losing sheep
and counting sleep
And I've drunk too much again
But I'll take another cup
Even though it dry me up
Ooh, though I know that I should pass
I will take another glass
The cellar is empty, the cupboard is bare,
I'm joining the church and taking to prayer
The landlord's complaining
'cos the rent is outstanding
and Old Mother Hubbard's ran off with the chair
Though I know it's time to stop
I will take another drop
Though I know I'm very sick
I will take just one more sip
Come on Captain, punch my ticket
Call my mother's name
I once heard
that a fly can't bird
But I drunk too much again
Though I've really drunk a lot
I will take another shot
Though I know it's a time to pass
I will take just one more glass
Into The Flood (Brooker/Reid/Noble)
Tell you how the story stands
I'm a victim in your hands
Got me pleading on my bended knees
that's the way the picture reads
It's a horror show
It's a body blow
and it's gone too far
Tell me a reason
well give me a sign
somebody somewhere
throw me a line
somebody down there
looking for blood
Off with the horses
into the flood
Now you've made a big mistake
spoiled the icing on the wedding cake
killed the goose that laid the golden egg
This time babe you're going to have to beg
it's a crying shame
it's a dying flame
and it's gone too far
Tell me a reason
give me a sign
somebody somewhere
throw me a line
somebody down there
looking for blood
Off with the horses
yeah, into the flood
So you pulled the perfect crime
turned the water into wine
got me on my bended knees
Now's the time to make me squeeze Came in from the freezing cold
Turned the glitter into gold (from the Barbican)
It's a bloody mess
it's a body-blow
and it's gone too far (recycled words? See here)
Alpha
My parents must've disliked me. They left me in the lurch
Packed me in a basket which was left in a church
It was found by a nun
who took one peep and run
screaming 'There's an eye in the middle of his head!'
The man in charge reflected and then to me he said,
'All men are born equal. You can earn your daily bread;
Go now to the belfry
where the bats are blind and can't see
there's an eye in the middle of your head.'
I sat there in the gloom, thought about my lousy luck;
At least if your body's offensive then your clothes cover it up
But my forehead is quite smooth
except for one circular groove
and that's the eye in the middle of my head.
Last Train To Niagara (Brooker/Fisher/Reid)
On the last train to Niagara, on the fast train to the Falls o
I was heading into danger, I was climbing up the walls
I was feeling kind of empty, feeling kind of bleak
I was twice removed from yesterday, but halfway through next week
Well I tuned into the radio and flipped across the dial
I was searching for the missing chord, I'd missed it for awhile
Then they played a song from long ago, a picture through the glass
The story of a Spanish brave whose light was fading fast
The tracks were humming harder now, the room began to sway
The music turned much louder now, as the ceiling flew away (+AWSoP, + ASD)
A crowd of drunken sailor boys came in upon the sea
The Captain wanted action fast, the crowd was getting mean
Then I smoked another cigarette, and fixed another drink
When you're out there in deep water, you just can't afford to sink
I was halfway through the looking glass, halfway up to Mars
It was getting close to morning time, somewhere 'neath the stars
Just then a passing mermaid came and took me by the hand
She gently soothed my fevered brow and led me back to land
When I heard the sound of laughter, woke up upon my knees
I was heading to that Preacher man, to give me my reprieve
Well the preacher-man said, he said 'Son, you won't find favour on the dark side of the street
Better straighten up your overcoat, and get back on your feet
No use looking to the future, if you keep on coming back,
And you know you're going nowhere, if your shoes don't fit your hat.'
On the last train to Niagara, on the fast train to the Falls
I was heading into danger, climbing up the walls
I was feeling kind of empty, I was feeling kind of bleak
I was twice removed from yesterday, but halfway through next week.
On the last train to Niagara, on the fast train to the Falls
The last train to Niagara, the fast train to the Falls
Last train to Niagara, fast train to the Falls
Il Tuo Diamante (Words by Giulio Rapetti)
Ti avrei tenuto nel mio cuore
Ti avrei preso tra le mani
Illuminato io ti avrei
(con) Il sole c'era negli occhi miei
Per? aspettare tu non sai
Volevi vivere e tu vivrai
Il tuo diamante splender?
Ma il cuore freddo rester?
Avresti avuto quel che ho
Non ti avrei detto mai di no
Potevi piangere con me
Potevi ridere con me
Per? aspettare tu non sai
Volevi tutto e tu l'avrai
Il tuo diamante splender?
Ma il cuore freddo rester?
E quando tu ti accorgerai
Ritorna qui se tu lo vuoi
Che qualche cosa forse avrai
Ed il mio pianto dividerai
un po' piu' stanca ritorneraii
e la mia strada riprenderai
Il tuo diamante getterai
E il sole caldo troverai
Troverai - Yeah
Troverai - Yeah
Troverai...