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Fallin' lighters in a rising flood
Two sisters fighting in the back of a nightclub
One says she's sixteen with mouths to feed
A hire purchase tv and a bag of speed
One looks for gypsies in the telephone book
They look for broken hearts on tailored sleeves
They look for fallin' lighters in a rising flood
So they can set fire to their dying dreams
Fallin' lighters on an iron roof
Two nesting spiders in a peepshow booth
Two twisted lovers on a swinging gate
Swing for hours and then bring it in late
Tear up the main street with a ribbonfish tail
Hooked through the belt holes in their week old jeans
They look for fallin' lighters in a rising flood
So they can set fire to their dying dreams
Fallin' lighters fell and fell some more
These fallen lighters fall for who they saw
Between the devil, the ocean, the worm and the core
These fallen lighters fall and fall
They fall and forever will forever stand watch
If forever don't fall to it's knees
Must be fallin' lighters in a rising flood
Settin' fire to a dying dream
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2. |
Could This Dance
04:07
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He met her in the corner bar
At the Hotel Royal
He said I've got the keys to a stolen car
And a diamond ring from a plastic bubble
And everyone just shook their heads
Someone dropped a glass
I've got two mad kids and form she said
How long could this dance last?
And all the fallen angels ask
How long could this dance last?
She met him after closing time
Took his restless hands
There's room she said in this heart of mine
But I dunno about the caravan
"I got things", he lied. "in an old suitcase..."
It was on her lips to ask,
"How many seconds in a sweet embrace?
How long could this dance last?"
And all the fallen angels sing
How hard to tangle is a ball of string?
And how deep are the wrinkles in a looking glass?
How long could this dance last?
Well he drank from the river of her breath divine
And they jumped through puddles and threw stones at signs
And abandoned the car at some lover's leap
with the ring in the bubble underneath the seat
Then they went on back the way they came
Stopped for a giggle on some lover's lane
Pumpkins, white mice, slippers of glass
Who knows how long dances last?
And all the fallen angels sigh
How hard to swallow is a sweet lie?
And how deep are the questions that lovers ask?
How long could this dance last?
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I heard a story
And I know you won't believe me
But I got to tell you anyway
I tell, you tell both of us can go to hell
Could be for a lengthy stay
See my mate's mother's sister's cousin's little brother
Had a letter come through the mail
Seems he had a cousin who was feelin' lonesome
Since they locked him up in Stuart Gaol
The letter said, "Cousin... can ya help me cousin?
I got pinched for somethin' I didn't do
They said I left my footprints in a zigzag line
But I always take a bus to the zoo...
They got some beat-up witness
Who had no damn business
Bein' where he said he was...
I saw that beat-up witness
Cross himself three times
And load me up before the eyes of God"
I said, "well that's too bad...
It's a cryin' shame...
It's a travesty of justice and truth...
But how many people fall foul of the game
And wind up starin' at the big house roof?"
Well he nodded his head
I lit a cigarette
And we prayed to God the horse wouldn't bolt
Cause if there's one sure thing that you can bet
Is that it'll end up somebody's fault
Then my friend sat up he said, Well the kid coulda walked...
He could've found himself a pair o roller skates
There was only two things wrong with his attorney of law
And she confessed, she was only drunk 'cause she was late
I said, "The art of law, is a law unto itself
And the law of art is much the same
They both point the finger at somebody else
And try to squeeze 'em into some sort of frame
He said, "I know all that...
But the jury was blind and the bailiff had gold in his smile
It's the laws of physics we know nothin' about
And how to a fit a fruitcake inside of a file..."
Well I nodded my head, he lit a cigarette
And we listened to the radio whine
Sayin' somethin' about people who deserve what they get
From the ones who say they're towin' the line
So we raised a glass to the miracle of life
And the miracle of lifelike as well
And we swapped those stories with a grain of the truth
For the ones we could pick by the smell
Silence is golden
Talk is cheap
TV is your best friend
We watched 'em flick through the channels from the end of the bar
And flick through those channels again
So I said to my friend, "What was it all about...
Was it love lost in a bottle of gin?"
He said, "I'll tell you somethin'...
Just between you and me
The kid was dancin' on the head of a pin
Now You've heard the story
You probably don't believe me
We'll probably go to hell for our sins
But if you go tellin' stories to somebody else
Don't go dancin' on the head of A pin
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4. |
The Blue Pin In Her Hair
04:32
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People often say beware
Of the blue pin in her hair
Of the dagger In her eyes
In her sweet, sweet lullaby
It was only yesterday
The show arrived in Mandalay
A sky blue pin that stole the light
A sweet, sweet sounding lullaby
Every flower, Every note
Every bitter antidote
Further carried him along
The winding path inside her song
And when the final curtain fell
they took the ghost of a taxi to a strange hotel
She took the blue pin from her long, long hair
And went a long way clear
People often say it's so
That with a length of ribbon bow
That with a certain kind of tie
You'll hear that sweet, sweet lullaby
And when the lights of the harbour hit an ashtray rim
She'll get a match if she's able and a heart-shaped tin
She'd cut a notch in the handle if some room was there
and take a cheap, blue pin down from her hair
By the light of the moon
Just for a second or two
I seen a man, a woman and a shimmer of blue
Now I can't be too sure and I don't mean to lie
But I may have heard the murder of a lullaby
People often say farewell
Where they run to, who can tell?
Should they come back will they cry?
For the sweet little murder of a lullaby
And when the rise of the curtain comes round again
There'll be a new kind of singer with a song for him
She'll get her hand in his pocket for the taxi fare
and take a blue pin from her hair
All for a tune,
That sweet, sweet tune
She's on a train and a train only ever passes through
Now I can't be too sure and I don't mean to lie
but she may've heard,
yes she may have heard
well she may have heard...
That sweet lullaby
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5. |
Doomsday
05:13
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Doomsday
She followed me to Doomsday down to Doomsday
She followed me to Doomsday how she busted me who can say
She had some kerosene, a violin, two kids and one on the way
She followed me she had somethin' on her mind
Now Doomsday is a dead end town of lowlifes, spooks and schemers
There's a jukebox in the corner of all but one of the nine cantinas
And in this bar I was drinkin' as was she before I'd seen her
She'd followed me with something to say
She said, 'You left me with three children
Pissin' into a gale force breeze,
Six months behind on the dotted line
Of some hole where I don't want to be
Now I find you down in Doomsday,
It's Doomsday clearly
And if it's Doomsday, well, you're gunna die'
She followed me to Doomsday where the sun don't ever shine
Where the streets are bathed in neon rays & moonshine sends you blind
Where you need bucks if you're down on luck and starin' down time
And you're followed on to Doomsday down the line
You might've heard a pin drop
Or the seconds tickin' down
A pin for every second dropped, picked up and passsed around
She had a pin for every voodoo doll of everyone she found out
In girlie bar in Doomsday town
I said, 'I left you with two children
And the other one isn't mine
You cut me short when the family court said custody denied
Now I've come on down to Doomsday to drink away my pride
Now it's Doomsday and I'll die
She followed me to Doomsday, down to Doomsday, it was a Tuesday
She left a forward address care of paradise west in sub unit fifty-two A
She made a hell of a din with the violin when she sent the place up in flames
And I'll follow her to Doomsday till I die
Yeah I'll follow her to Doomsday till I die
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6. |
Month Of Sundays
04:06
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Month Of Sundays
You take a hit from the bottle
Punches from the bowl
It takes a week to remember
if she knocked you cold
But the week you remember
if you're caught by the light
is the whole month of Sundays in Saturday night
You long for the weekend
You short when she lies
And you're blushing in the corner
of her best friend's eye
And the hour of your daydream
breaks the speed of light
along a whole month of Sundays into Saturday night
And you're gone, gone
and everyone's gone
and you're scratchin' at the blindfold
that your hands put on
but if the walk down the valley scales the dizzy heights
there'll be a whole month of Sundays in Saturday night
She's playing with her bracelet
You ask for the time
She hands to you a magazine
torn at the spine
The date reads like a tombstone
Her eyes steal your sight
and you're dreamin' of the Sundays in her Saturday night
And you're gone, gone
and everyone's gone
and you're cursin' at the lightbulb
the moon's outshone
on the walk down the valley if the dogs don't bite
there'll be a whole month of Sundays in Saturday night
She drags you to the dancefloor
the lights are low
and they're watching from the shadows
for your heel on her toe
But she wraps herself around you
in a ribbon of light
and you slip away like Sunday into Saturday night
And you're gone, gone
and everyone's gone
and you're swingin' through the shortfalls
of some lowdown song
But in the way she's movin' you can tell alright
there's a whole month of Sundays in Saturday night
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7. |
Lighting Up The Road
04:13
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8. |
Head Of A Pin Pt II
04:14
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Long Stretch Of Her
06:40
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Long Stretch Of Her
Theres a stretch of her body
That's heaven to find
The hairpins are tricky
The tailspin is blind
But when she waves you onward
And onward a spell
Theres a whole stretch of somethin'
That's light years from hell
Now the dress that she's wearin'
Is softer than ash
And it's frailer than cobwebs
And it's looser than cash
In the sweep of her shoulders
In the slip she let fell
There's a whole stretch of somethin'
That's light years from hell
And the look in her eyes
When it reaches inside
Is forever and it's crueler than rhyme
But when she draws you to her
You can't but believe her
And every last stretch of her lie
She's a one time companion
She's a lifetime recalled
She's the indecent dealin'
You've not dealt with before
But like nothing that you've witnessed
Been shown or heard tell
She's a long, long, long, long way from hell
And the look in her eyes
In the bare face of pride
And the maverick you thought that you were
Well it cuts right through you
It humbles and it moves you
And you're lost on some long stretch of her
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10. |
Head Of A Pin Pt III
03:00
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Deep Water
It's the end
It's the end
In the blink of your eye
At the stroke of a pen
It's the end
Deep Water Bend
Tell the captain, tell the chaplain
I'm comin' home again
All is well
All is bright
Tell my mother, warn my brothers
I've been cornered by the light
I took my friend
to Deep Water Bend
She won't be comin', won't be comin'
when the nets are winched on in
Deep Water
Deep Water
She won't be comin'
when the nets are winched on in
Baby, did I drown in your mystery?
Mercy, was I borne from your arms?
borne from your arms...
Deep, deep water
Deep, deep bend
I can see her from the wall
Her mercy crawl, meanderin'
Deep, Deep water
Deep, deep bend
I'm a-runnin' from the dogs
and from the drummin'
I'm a-comin' home again
Deep Water
Deep Water
I'm a-comin home again
I'm a-runnin', I'm a-runnin' home again
And it's a-dawnin', it's a-dawnin'
Yeah, It's a-dawnin', it's a-dawnin'
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12. |
Writin' Lines
03:54
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Writin' Lines
I tell you baby it's a mystery to me
Why I turn my hand to patience and these verses to thee
But the aches and the pain and the rain
Might be some kind of clue
And I trek fifty, flamin' miles writin' lines to you
And every morning when the sun goes down
I take the lonely road to lonesome town
Where the bees and the birds and the trees
Are the wrong shade of blue
So I trek fifty, flamin' miles writing lines to you
I called you from Robina
I played the concertina
I poured my heart all over your shoes
But in the desperate evening
I dedicate your leaving
to games of swim the bottle
and the two dollar view
And every morning when the sun goes down
I turn your photograph way, way down
'Cause I know that you know, that I know that you know I do too
And I trek fifty flamin' miles writin' lines to you
And every evening when the moon is black
I set the compass for the section of track
where the roses, the thistles, the wolves and the whistles wait for you
And I trek fifty flamin' miles writin' lines to you
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13. |
Judy
04:03
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Judy
Judy was his baby
She rocked him to sleep
She rolled him over when he played dead
Judy was his baby
He was crazy
'Bout every hair on her head
Judy was his baby
They'd go dancin' every night
In the street outside the takeaway
Maria fries haloumi
And saves a rosary
For the end of the day
Judy was his baby
Every Thursday they'd lie in
Every Tuesday they lied down at the bar
And every bird there was a stoolie
But for Judy
She kept the song in her heart
She kept the song in her heart
...Then three days in a dump of rain at the terminus
Judy calls her mother
When the pony threw a shoe
So he goes n lays another with a I.O.U
'Cause Judy was his baby
Yeah Judy was his baby
Judy was his baby
She kept the song in her heart
She kept the song in her heart
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