Mr 1470
Here I sit in my bones, on the bones upon the hill
Staring out at
the wild, blue yonder
Digging deep, I'd found buttons in my pockets
Naked
now my skin begins to crawl
I dream Suits, I see Suits
Looking back,
was there ever such a moment
Immersed in mystery I was witnessing a
crime
Digging deep I came across a murder
Among the roots of our
spreading family tree
We learned to love, we learned to kill
We taught
ourselves to rule the world
I dream Suits, I see Suits
Do you see Suits, can
you dream Suits?
There I stood, face pressed against the window
I know
his number, but I'll never know his name
Behind the glass buried in the
sockets
A recognition, my skin begins to crawl
We learned to love, we
learned to kill
We taught ourselves to rule this world
But who's the one we're
frightened of?
We are the sons of 1470
The geese fly chevrons cross the
night sky
Heading south, the hunters lead them on
Jets trail the hems of skirts
of angels
A train threads along the valley floor
So here we live in our bones,
on the bones beneath the soil
Staring out, mortal in the darkness
Digging
deep we try to find the answers
To all the questions that hatch within our
skulls
We learned to love, we learned to kill
We taught ourselves to rule this
world
For who's the one we're frightened of?
We are the sons of 1470
I
dream of Suits. Do you dream Suits?
Lady Let It Lie
You
should have listened to what your mother said
You should have listened to what
your father told you to do
But you always did just what you always wanted to
do
Now you end up here singing in a gilded cage
And for half your life you
were wishing you were half your age
Lady let it lie
It's hard putting
down family roots when you're living in
A mobile home, but there's always blood
even in a rolling stone
And you squeezed me hard for the white collar
dream
But you woke up to a tie dye lifestyle and its choking me
Lady let it
lie
All the boys want to be all the girls want to be all the boys
I don't
want to be me no more
All the boys want to be all the girls in this turnaround
world
I don't want to be me no more
They once said I was a rising star
declaring me a bright contender
When it all worked out I was just a
pretender
I could never disagree if you said you were dissatisfied
But why
you got to take it out on a guy that tried
All the boys want to be all the girls
want to be all the boys
I don't want to be me no more
All the boys want to be
all the girls in this turnaround world
I don't want to be me no more
But
surely there's something left, something worth fighting for
Something out of all
this mess that's worth building on
Maybe we can start again, maybe give it one
more try
Or do we just walk away, and maybe fade and die
All the boys
want to be all the girls want to be all the boys
I don't want to be me no
more
All the boys want to be all the girls in this turnaround world
I don't
want to be me no more
I don't want to be me no more
Me no more
All
the boys want to be all the girls want to be all the boys
I don't want to be me no
more
All the boys want to be all the girls in this turnaround world
I don't
want to be me no more
I don't want to be me no more
Me no
more
Emperor’s Song
What would you do if it all broke
up?
What would you do if the doors were shut
And the pearls are being eaten
by the swine?
What would you do when the worms don't turn?
There's
nothing left nowhere to run
And it's looking slightly bleaker every
day
Do you follow your heart, do you follow the drum?
Do you follow
the flag, do you shoulder the gun?
Do you slow march off the edge with head held
high?
Do you go down gently without a fight?
Do you take it on the chin and
beg for more?
When the sword is raised and the trumpet calls
You bow
down, bow down, bow down to the Emperor's song
Did you believe in the
post-war dream?
Do you hate dealing with machines?
And one's picking up
your prayers off the phone
You followed advice, you followed the work
You
followed the rules, you gave it your lot
But a younger man's just taken on your
job
We've all got long term contracts with the man upstairs
But who's picking
up the options on our souls
When it's one life firm and the deal is up
You
bow down, bow down to the Emperor's song
What do you do when its all too
much
When you're out of luck and out of touch
And you can't relate to
anything they say
What you do when it gets too tough
When you want to say
that enough's enough
You want to walk away and just throw in the towel
Do
you go with the grain, do you go with the tide?
Do you go with the crowd, do you
go for the ride?
Do you hang on in until the bitter end?
There's a bandwagon
leaving but it's not for me
I've swallowed all the hooks and want no more
But
when the lights are dimmed and the curtain calls
You bow down, bow down, to
the Emperor's song
Fortunes Of War
Rosebuds scattered across
the lawn like the squares at Waterloo
With bayonets of thorns repelling small
children in search of lost tennis balls
Imaginary cannonballs that were fired at the
legs of galloping cavalry
Resting their dreams in the shade of the apple
trees
Toy soldiers drunk on warm lemonade
And the children dream of
glory and fortunes of war
Safe in bed with stories of fortunes of war, fortunes of
war
As the sun sets low on these playing fields
An army returns bearing
swords and shields -
Dustbin lids and raspberry canes.
They'll live to fight
another day
For warrior's medals - milk bottle tops
Battle flags fashioned
from mother's old table cloths
Bright colours run in the summer
rain
Sometimes when they fall they will pretend
That their hankie is a
bandage to stop the bleeding
And imagine city streets and desert storms and
foreign fields
There's bullets flying, these are the fortunes of war
I heard
a wheelchair whisper across a stale, stagnant gymnasium
Trailing an ivy league
jacket like a matador
Through the jitterbug steps of the night before,
I
followed him down to the church parade.
Where he makes his peace every
armistice day,
I watched him fade away, melt in the autumn rain.
For
sometimes when they fall they can't pretend
That the hankie is a bandage they
can't stop the bleeding
They're out in city streets and desert storms or foreign
fields
With bullets flying, these are the fortunes of war.
While their children
dream of glory and fortunes of war,
Safe in bed with stories and fortunes of
war,
Of uniforms and glory, fortunes of war, fortunes of
war
Somebody Special
She's got a photograph of David
Bowie
In a Victorian hand-made frame
Signed backstage by a roadie in his
name
She's got Hemingway in her bedside table
And a pistol under a pillow
beside her head
The bullets round her neck
She wants to wear
suits
A cocktail waitress smokes Gauloises Blondes
She's been taking
tips from tables far too long
She drinks frozen Stolichnaya
She likes powders
from Peru
She don't like no one to tell her what to do
She wants to be
somebody, be somebody, be somebody,
Somebody special
She wants to be
somebody, be somebody, be somebody,
Somebody special
She wants to wear
suits
She's got a nasty reputation as a cruel dude
She likes Japanese
movies, she likes Chinese food
She's got handmade patent leather shoes riding on
her feet
She knows the lifestyle that she wants and she's willing to
compete
She wants to be somebody, be somebody, be
somebody,
Somebody special
She wants to be somebody, be somebody, be
somebody,
Somebody special
She wants to wear suits
She put her
mind to the classroom but outside
She learned more from giving head
She
gave her innocence to someone that she once considered a close friend
She gave
her hand to the quarterback on loan to the local football team
He gave his world
as security, his heart as deposit on the dream
But, she wants to wear
suits
She wants to be somebody, be somebody, be somebody,
Somebody
special
She wants to be somebody, be somebody, be somebody,
Somebody
special
She wants to wear suits
She's got a wedding ring
That's
Cartier as far as you can tell
She threw it down the local wishing well
She'd
lost it in the kitchen sink
Or in a desert motel room
The insurance claim just
couldn't come too soon
She wants to be somebody, be somebody, be
somebody,
Somebody special
She wants to be somebody, be somebody, be
somebody,
Somebody special
She's somebody special
Do you want to be
somebody special?
Could you be somebody special?
Somebody
special?
No Dummy
Me, I'm a nothin' double zero trying to do
something
Me, I'm a screwball, tired of being put down
Tired of being shot
down
I'm gonna put some ink on the white sheets
Gonna put some blood
on the white sheets
Me, I'm no dummy
Me, I wear colours bright and
righteous
Serve them with honour
Me, I'm a weapon, a gun for hire teaching
the lesson
Gonna be the guy in the white suit
Gonna get my hands on the
white suit
'Cause me, I'm no dummy
Ducking and diving, thieving and
lying, scrounging and skiving, surviving
Ducking and diving, thieving and lying,
scrounging and skiving
Ducking and diving, me no dummy just
surviving
Me, I got muscle, no qualifications needed to hustle
Me, I'm a
killer ready for the role of the serial killer
Gonna get my hands on the white
suit
Ready for the fitting of the white suit
'Cause me I'm no
dummy
Ducking and diving, thieving and lying, scrounging and skiving,
surviving
Ducking and diving, thieving and lying, scrounging and
skiving
Ducking and diving, me no dummy just surviving
I am just
surviving, look at me, no dummy.
I'm gonna shoot down the shopping mall
gonna get me a name
When they catch me all dressed up I'm gonna blow them
away
I'm gonna blow them away
Pipeline
Waiting in my
corner, waiting on the bell
I was coming off the ropes
I was going to give
them hell
Now I'm waiting
Waiting on the lyric, waiting on the
song
I know the muse is coming, I'm holding on
I'm waiting
Waiting on
the chances, waiting on the breaks
Waiting on an opportunity that I could
take
I'm still waiting
And all the time I wonder why
Just what or
who the hell I am
Where I'm at, where I'm from
Where I'm going, where I
belong
Tell me where I'm coming from
Because I'm waiting in the
pipeline
Waiting on a message, waiting on a sign
I was waiting on my
holy grail to shine
Waiting with the crossword, waiting on reviews
Waiting
on something or someone to give me a clue
I'm still waiting
And all the
time I wonder why
Just what or who the hell I am
Where I'm at, where I'm
from
Where I'm going, where I belong
Why do you keep me waiting
on
Because I'm waiting in the pipeline
If the carpet that I'm sitting on
could fly
If the ring that's on my finger was a sorcerer's charm
If the cloak
that I'm wearing could hide me away
I could wait for forever and a day
I'm
waiting, waiting
If the lady that I'm waiting on isn't mine
Then the castles
that I'm building are on shifting sands
If the dream that I'm chasing isn't
true
Then the light at the end of the tunnel is just a wrecker's
fire
Waiting in the pipeline, waiting on the silence
Waiting on the
sound, waiting in the backstage
Waiting on the crowd, waiting
Waiting on
the critics, waiting on the gong
Waiting on the DJ to play my song
Won't you
play my song, play my song, I'm waiting
And all the time I wonder
why
Just what or who the hell I am
Where I'm at, where I'm from
Where
I'm going, where I belong
Tell me where I'm coming from
Because I'm
waiting in the pipeline
Waiting in the pipeline, waiting in the pipeline
waiting waiting
Black Canal
They'll always find a place for you in the sidewalk cafes
No one
ventures into the streets these days
Except strangers and those like me, looking
for work
I noticed the smell when I got off the bus
And traced it down to a
canal that ran
Right through the heart of the city
Like an open vein full of
black rotten blood
A mirror surface broken only by the bubbles of
gas
Escaping from the stagnating mess that lay on the bottom
Fuelled by the
chemicals and effluent of the city
Which was fed, in turn, by the barges and the
ships
That followed that line and created the waves across that
Surface to the
dockside where they unloaded their holds
The swarms of people clambering over
them
I sat down in a cafe and I was holding my own
And minding my
own business
And a voice spoke in my ears as if it recognized
That I was
questioning the source of the smell
Have another beer boy, take it with a
pinch of snuff
And my eyes were bedazzled, by the jewels in his silken
cuff
And a voice rolled out from an ashen cloud from behind a long
cigar
Son, you'll never need to smell the black canal
It was as if he'd
read my mind, as if he expected it
And, as the afternoon was wasted, I became
aware
I was becoming wrapped up in his world
I became aware of the smell
from the bouquet in his buttonhole
It was taking me away from the
canal
And away from my questions
I was aware that the perfumes were all
around us
And he sold me the city, well at least he tried to with all his
stories
All the silks out of China
And all the satins out of Spain
All
the powders for your noses
Will keep the stench at bay
Have another
beer boy, take it with a pinch of snuff
Your eyes will be bedazzled, by the jewels
in my scented cuff
And a voice rolled out from an ashen cloud from behind a
long cigar
Son, you'll never need to smell this black canal
And my world
was spinnin', my head was awash
With this promises and his beer
And I
looked up as he reached down
And snorted the flower in his buttonhole
He
smiled and his eyes lied
I was staring at a suit with no soul
No matter
how you wash them
How you scrub and bleach and boil
You'll never get rid
of the smell of the black canal
Of the black canal
Black canal
The black
canal
The black canal
The black canal
Out Of My Life
The girl that I'm still dreaming of
Is stepping with another
guy
In the dance floor in the centre of the room
And the record that they're
dancing to
Is the one we used to dance to
I caught her smiling out the corner
of her eye
It's not getting any easier, it's just getting harder
It's not
getting any easier, as the months go by
You can tell that I've been
drinking
But it's not as much as yesterday
And not near enough to get you out
of my mind
I don't know why you keep inviting me
Or why I keep on
coming
But I just can't find the strength to turn you down
It's not getting
any easier, it's just getting harder
It's not getting any easier, as the months go
by
There's got to be another way, there has to be another way
I've got to find
another way to stop hanging around your life
I'm hanging around your
life
Get you out of my life, get out of my life.
All our friends and family
thought we were the perfect couple
And I just can't figure how it all went
wrong
There's no one to replace you and you know that I've been trying
It's as
if you don't want to let me let you go
It's not getting any easier, it's just
getting harder
It's not getting any easier, as the months go by
There's got to be
another way, there has to be another way
I've got to find another way to stop
hanging around your life
I'm hanging around your life
Get you out of my life,
get out of my life.
Is this the way you're trying to show me
That there
isn't any hope for us
That you never really needed me at all
Or can you not
admit you miss me
That you need to have me near you
Are you hurting just
as much as me inside
It's not getting any easier, it's just getting
harder
It's not getting any easier, as the months go by
There's got to be
another way, there has to be another way
I've got to find another way to stop
hanging around your life
I'm hanging around your life
Get you out of my life,
get out of my life.
Get out of my life, out of my life
Get out of my life,
out of my life.
Jumpsuit City
All the way from Bucharest
your skin crawled on the way to Hollywood
Through a hole in the wall
You
saw the free world trading in bones
There's a guardian angel at the
window
Staring at the corner
She's nowhere to go
She's in the free world
trading her bones
But if your mother don't like it she don't need to
know
As long as your sending the money home
What happened to the body
of the child she bore?
Answers on a postcard from Jumpsuit
City
Sprayed by a moonbeam through the Linden leaves
Cast in a
shadow in anonymity
He found the free world and sucked on their
bones
Performing for animals he's dressed to thrill
High on a pedestal see the
surgeon's skill
He lets the free world feast on his bones
But if your
mother don't like it she don't need to know
As long as your sending the money
home
What happened to the body of the child she bore?
Answers on a
postcard from Jumpsuit City
Behind the curtain there's a sanctuary
For
the businessman and the refugee
This is the free world and they trade with their
bones
A dead flower from a buttonhole
Lies in the gutter with a million
souls
It's the free world, and they're only trading in bones
But if your
mother don't like it she don't need to know
As long as your sending the money
home
What happened to the body of the child she bore?
Answers on a
postcard from Jumpsuit City
Bandwagon
Bandwagon, it's
coming into town
To turn your life around
And take you to the places that
you once
Could only dream of
They'll be standing right there before your
eyes
And the heroes that you worship
They'll be riding with you, up there by
their side
On the bandwagon, it's rolling into town
Gathering the crowds
to show them all the places that they once
Could only dream of and put them
right before their very eyes
In the stories that they're selling for some pennies and
a little of our time
Well, well do I hear you say, I'm only dreaming
That I'm
staring out the window letting all my life just pass me by
In my defence, listen to
me I have never ever stopped believing
That there's a better world out there
waiting
And that all I have to do is hitch a ride on the Bandwagon
It's
coming to my door
I've been on it before
And it took me to the places that I
once
Could only dream of they were standing
Right there before my
eyes
And I can tell you the stories for
Some pennies and a little of your
time
Bandwagon its coming into town
To turn your life around
And
take you to the places that you once
Could only dream of
They'll be standing
there before your very eyes
And the heroes that you worship
They'll be riding
with you, up there by their side
On the bandwagon
Here it
comes
Raw Meat
Raw meat for the balcony
Another
mugging in Tin Pan Alley
Another heart attack takes the centre stage
You
might think I'm being cynical
But after these years I can still pass the
physical
Still got my corner, still got my edge
And the waitress takes an
order for another round
And I try to blend my way into the crowd
But the
hunter of the autograph he wants my name
And I just can't find the strength to
turn him down
Raw meat for the balcony don't get me wrong
I don't
need your sympathy, just lend me an ear and spare me a dime
I'm just a tear in the
public eye
From laughing or crying it don't mean that much to me
Some sort
of reaction is all that I need
The cognac goes down better in the hotel
room
When you are staring at the writing on the wall
Condemned by the
critics who want to tear me down
When it's just another lyric going for a
song
We're low on life on the highway in search of coin
Picking up the
pennies from the road
Guided by direction, in the wake of stars
We were
driven by a dream that has broken down
But the bandwagon, well it's parked up
in another town
We hope tomorrow, that its heading out our way
To get us
out of this tunnel where we've paid our dues
With friends we buried out there
beyond the lights
Raw meat for the balcony
Is that all I am, is that all I'm
going to be?
Raw meat for the balcony
Nobody's fool but mine, is that my
destiny?
But if the bandwagon takes off for another town
And the suits
that buy the wine they don't like my song
Though I'm playing to empty
tables
Till the curtain falls
I'll always find the strength to carry on
I'll
always have the strength to carry on
I'm Raw Meat
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