Blackleg Vol. 1

Listen

Listen to the money when it talks
Makes you feel used up and small
You’re caught between its hands
Why did you try at all?

I listened and remembered what he said
“What’s good for me is good for you
Be careful what you wish for
It might come true”

That sometimes at night
When you’re alone inside your bed
You think about the things that have been said
That sometimes your life begins to go
In directions you don’t like
You can’t resist the flow
If you listen then you might
Then you might…

Listen once and listen good
What’s lost is never coming back
The people that you trust
Are the people you should watch

Ooh and sometimes at night
When you’re alone inside your bed
You think about the things that have been said
That sometimes your life begins to go
In directions you don’t know
You can’t resist the flow
If you listen then you might
Then you might…

Dying For The Quarter

twin deceiver
unbeliever here i am
got no horizons, stuck with me eyes on
where i am
i never wanted to like the others do
never want to think like you want me to
i do anything i want to
don’t ask why when the sun don’t shine
do anything i have to and
i don’t mind if i never get around to wynona
i’ll wait for wynona
dying for the quarter

floating or sinking don’t get ’round to thinking which it is
sit like a beggar at an eighty gig Sega
and ride the whizz
you never have to live like the others do
you never have to look like they want you to
i do anything i want to
’cause i don’t mind if the sun don’t shine
do anything i have to
and don’t ask why would you want to
change the wine in to water (and)
lie in the water
dying for the quarter

rocking and riding both running and hiding
here i am
thee could go thine way ’cause all of it’s my way if i can
an angel in my head that i can’t ignore
i never have to ask what it’s in there for
i’ll do anything i have to
i don’t mind if the sun won’t shine
do anything i want to
if i don’t fly i may never get around to wynona
i play for wynona
dying for the quarter

Cool

It’s just a trick of the night
How you set me alight
On the edge of the shadows curve
I’ve been learning to be
Like the people you see
Who get all the love I deserve
No, you won’t be sorry
I want you to feel me

It would be so cool to be your girl
It would be so cool to rule your world
I willl be so cool when I’m your girl, will be so
Cool

Don’t be scared, you won’t have to care
I never leave a hair out of place
I’ll be shaving you bare tied to the chair
Licking the sweat off your face
You give me the hunger
I want you to feed me

It would be so cool to be your girl
It would be so cool to rule your world
I will be so cool when I’m your girl, will be so cool

I’ll only live to please you, make you so happy
And we could play blessings and curses, doctors and nurses
I’ll let you be king for the day
Any way you want it is fine by me
Any way you want it is fine
Take anything you see that you think you might need
Anything as long as it’s mine

It would be so cool to be your girl
It would be so cool to rule your world
I will be so cool when I’m your girl, will be so
Cool

It would be so cool to be your girl
It would be so cool to rule your world
I will be so cool when I’m your girl, will be so
Cool

Don’t Take The Silence Too Hard

All the way from America holding out your hand
You pinned your colours to the mast
Pinned them high up in the sky
Look what you do to me
My hands keep thumping waltz in triple time

So she wrote
All the way from America
Arriving just as planned passing through the blocks and alleyways
The avenues I’m crying
Look what you do to me
Look what your tender hands have done this time

And I say
Don’t take the silence too hard
Don’t take the silence too hard
Your absence lasts through every passing year
Don’t take the silence too hard

All the way from America
Straining with my eyes to see the hours stretched out before me
As I cross the ocean line
Look what you do for me
My hands are ruby warm and I feel fine

And I sail
To the home of erotica
Pictured on the stand kneel down and pray you take no burdens
Out of the Promised Land
Into the mystery
Your eyes are full of tales of idle hands

She says
Don’t take the silence too hard
Don’t take the silence too hard
Your absence lasts through every passing year
Don’t take the silence too hard

All the way from America
Holding out your hand
You pinned your colours to the mast
Pinned them high up in the sky
Look what you do to me
My hands keep thumping waltz in triple time

Don’t take the silence too hard
Don’t take the silence too hard
Don’t take the silence too hard
Don’t take the silence too hard

Here It Comes Again

Here we are, between the towers of love and devotion
Why can’t we seem to be what we want to be?
Always placing obstacles in our path, in our way
I try to ride the chill in me
But here it comes again

Here we are, and here we’ll stay, wrapped up in an ocean
A veil of tears, imagined fears and God knows why
Whatever I try to do, it goes in right and comes out wrong
I try to wrap the chill in me
But here it comes again

Whatever I try to do, it goes in right and comes out wrong
I try to wrap the chill in me
But here it comes again

Alive

Listen to the silence growing louder
A whisper can sometimes be louder than a scream
Even in your wildest dreams
Oh growing louder
But I am
Never more alive than when I am
Lying in your arms again

Some say that each and everyone of us is dying
They don’t admit that they have never really
Lived at all
And swung it at the big ball
Oh I don’t fight it
’cause I am never more alive than when I am lying in your arms again

Some people act like love was just a kind of guessing game
So when they want you what the hell are they responding to?
And some people act like they’re immaturing
I don’t know if I am growing younger
But I am never more alive than when I am lying in your arms again

The Way She Was Before

Tell me have you seen her
Did she look the same as before?
The last time that I saw her I swore
That I didn’t know that she was who she was
But if I tried I could still see that look
In her eyes; the one that went missing
The way she was before

And tell me how d’you find her
Did she look like she was having fun?
Smiling at a stranger is when she’s dangerous;
Never ashamed of what she has done
But if I try I can still see that look in
Her eyes; the one that went missing
The way she was before

The clothes that she wore
I loved the way she walked
The jokes she liked to tell
I loved the way she smiled
And it was fun while it lasted
It didn’t last long but I’m not bitter
I just miss her the way she was before

Famous

I should be a star driving all the girls insane
Shower me with oysters, swimming in the best champagne
I’d never lift a finger
Just be the biggest swinger
I, I should be famous
Yes, I should be famous
Wear the finest clothes, have a brand new nose

A chauffeured limousine, Jacuzzi in the back for two
A mystery companion, you could be that girl
If you can swing it in the fast lane
Silk lingerie and cocaine

I, I should be famous
Oh I, I should be famous
I’d say “no, no press’ change my mind
Say yes and then turn and smile
In my own sweet style

I’d never lift a finger
Just be the biggest swinger
I, I should be famous
Oh, I should be famous
I should be famous

Quinn’s Old Flame

she met him nearing easter with the
flowers coming through and
the rains start to recede
the sky to turning blue
she met him as a lover
the finder to the spark
he met her as the latest
lonely question mark

and so he wonders how he get here
and he wonders what he’ll be
he calls it fate, he calls it destiny
take any road and it ends the same
not strong enough to choose her he is
quinn’s old flame

he loved her in the abstract
each of her body parts
he loves her still: at night
he draws a mental chart
(and) puts the parts together
and smiling to himself
he draws her to him, he draws her to him

he wished he was handsome
or at least well read
that his name was rock or rocky
t-bone or red
he calls it what he wants gives it a thousand names
a born again loser he’s quinn’s old flame

he entertains a dream
of putting down some roots
in every place of business that
he’s passing through
he can’t forget what they could have been
she liked him as he came
quinn’s old flame

Better Letting Go

Lately we’ve been acting like strangers
We never show our feelings
Or say the things we mean
It’s hard to admit
But maybe it’s time to quit pretending
’cause we both know

it’s better letting go
there’s no point hanging on
to what used to be
why can’t we see
it’s better letting go

It’s crazy to sit here in silence
Counting off the seconds
The beating of our hearts
When there’s no more to give
There’s no easy way to live together
We both know

It’s better letting go
It’s time to walk away
And start again
This makes no sense
It’s better letting go

No matter how we fake it
This love has faded
The feeling has gone
It’s time to move on
It’s no good looking back
It hurts but we both know it baby

It’s better letting go
There’s no point hanging on
To what used to be
Why can’t we see
It’s better letting go

It’s better letting go
It’s time to walk away
And start again
This makes no sense
It’s better letting go

Last Day Of A Long Winter

I like alone, won’t be lost without you
Hadn’t you noticed or don’t you care
Why not alone, why keep the pain around us
Hadn’t we noticed or don’t we care and both too tired and old?

Even if I was in love with you and wore the ring, the name tattoo
These things could never hope to keep me here
With the bitter words and cool embraces
The fading sweeter tastes I have started to forget too soon to hold them back
Did I do wrong just to believe that there’s a last day of a long winter

Full of empty pride in yesterdays and things you only threw away on those that didn’t ask you
But you had to
You’re just fat and bone and monkey chips
Disgust upon your wrinkled lips
That you no longer try to hide from me
Did I do wrong just to believe that there’s a last day of a long winter
Cause I believe that there’s a last day of a long winter

I Can Laugh About It Now

I can laugh about it now, but couldn’t then
You made me ache, so I went for a run
In the driving rain
Through your neighbourhood streets
And there you were, a silhouette in the wet night air
Me in my pumps in the pouring rain
A kind of despair upon finding you there
Couldn’t whisper your name

Oh, I can laugh about it now by your side
Oh, I can laugh about it now by your side
Oh, sha la la la, we’re all in trouble
Is there room in the sky for all of us angels here?

And the very next day, through the shrieks of the crowd
Came your careless self, your oh-so-couldn’t careless self
And you just pass me by, your friends catch my eyes
“We know you love her, we saw you dancing with her shadow”
And I couldn’t disagree, and for the life of me
I could call out your name, and call out your name,
And call out your name

Oh, I can laugh about it now by your side
Oh, I can laugh about it now by your side
Oh, sha la la la, we’re all in trouble
Is there room in the sky for all of us angels here?

Sha la la la, oh, we’re all in trouble,
Or is there room in the sky for all of us angels here?

I can laugh about it now
I can laugh about it now by your side

Oh, sha la la la, we’re all in trouble
Or is there room in the sky for all of us angels here?

Go Home

Fake diamond rings on every finger
Purple shadows around my eyes
I show Americans del norte
The best of Paris’s underside

I worked the dirt in Oklahoma and ate my crow and humble pie
Though I walk through the Latin quarter
It’s still a dust bowl in my mind

You can’t make me go home
When I don’t wanno go!

I’ve lived on peanuts for the season
Bathtub martinis extra dry
Down in the thirteenth arrondissement
I waste my money on good times

You can’t make me go home
Don’t make me go home, I don’t wanna go
You can’t make me go home, la la la
When I don’t wanna go

Fake diamond rings on every finger
Purple shadows around my eyes
Down in the thirteenth, the fourteenth, the fifteenth arrondissement I waste my money line by line

You can’t make me go home
Don’t make me go home, I don’t wanna go
You can’t make me go home
When I don’t wanna go

Fly Up To The Moon

Gonna fly up to the moon
Raising all of my money
Can’t make it too soon
I am sick of it down here
Gonna fly up to the moon

So this is how the world ends
‘not with a bang but with a Wimpy’
Don’t laugh too soon, I am sick of it down here
Gonna fly up to the moon

Who needs all the troubles of today, what’s the difference anyway?
I feel out of focus but what can I do there’s only you?

Gonna fly up to the moon
Raising all of my money, can’t make it too soon
I am sick of it down here
Gonna fly up to the moon

When they open the borders where will you be?
I’ll climb the highest tree to avoid the stampede
And if I should fly there’s only you
You
There’s only you that would say
Goodbye