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If you ever feel the time to drop me a loving line
maybe you should just think twice I don't wait around on your advice You tell me I can go this far, but no more Try to show me heaven and then slam the door You offer shelter at a price much too dear And your kind of love's the kind that soon disappears So don't brag how you have changed And everything's been rearranged I thought all that was over and done But I still get the same from Each and Everyone Being kind is just a way to keep me under your thumb and I can cry because that's something we've always done you tell me I'm free of the past now and all those lies then offer me the same thing in a different guise |
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and still he lies awake at night
restless while every silence screams and still she sleep turned to the wall he fears the onslaught of his dream touches her back but she doesn't stir then round her hand his finger close feeling the ring that cost more than the car all of those questions that never arose and still she lies awake at night silently stares at the bedroom wall feeling his hand dare to touch her back it's been a month since ha started to paint the hall and brightly burns the landing light the baby's screaming down the hall she shuts her eyes and she shuts her ears she's had up to here because it's not his baby after all |
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Apron strings hanging so empty,
crazy things my body tells me, I want someone to tie to my apron strings. Apron strings waiting for you, pretty things that I could call you, I want someone to tie to my lonely apron strings. Your baby looks just like you when you were young, and he looks at me with eyes that shine and I wish that he were mine, then I go home to my apron strings, cold and lonely, for time brings thoughts that only will be quiet when someone clings to my apron strings. And I'll be perfect in my own way when you cry I will be there, I'll sing to you and comb your hair, all your troubles I will share. For apron strings can be used for other things than what they're meant for, and you'd be happy wrapped in my apron strings, you'd be happy wrapped in my apron strings. |
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You take the name of a man you hardly know
and then you grow up and that name has to go married with kids and they don't want to know about the dreams you had let go You're still waiting for a knight in shining armour to steal you against your will and while you're waiting and doing no harm you know there's plenty of time to kill when you say you wouldn't change a day makes me wonder where I went astray satisfied with things that leave me tired we're as unlike as Frost and Fire And now yourself you start to see in me pictures of things you could've been torches I find I am bearing for you when you know you could've carried them too we give up so easily what little they leave us to lose and if I didn't have the fire to struggle I could freeze your shoes when you say you wouldn't change a day makes me wonder where I went astray satisfied with things that leave me tired We're as unlike as Frost and Fire |
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I won't try to stop you
When you speak of the past Doubt is over now And I can join in when you laugh Facination makes us ask for more Than we'd like to know I needn't explain I think you know Reaassure me when my hearts Not bold enough to bear her name If you were in my shoes And scared I would do the same And though I may ask There's no need for past details Although I may laugh alone My courage fails Did you know See how I've changed now My heads so clear Still there are some things That I don't want to hear There must be so much I know That you cannot forget And I mustn't wish your life began The day we met They say as we go remind you Of when you were here before So you talk and tell me You don't think about it anymore There is something I know Hasn't quite been left behind So I'll ask you once again To prove that I don't mind To prove that I don't mind |
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Each day she love you more but you couldn't care less,
you left me open mouthed and I couldn't eat a thing. Oh Dark glasses hide an eye thickened with pain, she said she fell downstairs but I've seen the size of your fists. Oh, could have been better, Never could have been worse. Dead years like pages missing from a book she knew makes no sense without them, left her still like a child. Oh, could have been better, Never could have been worse. Oh, could have been better, Never could have been worse. Could have been better |
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Don't show your tears boy they'll laugh you out the house.
Got to be a man now, anything less is just not allowed, but don't keep it quiet girl don't rest until they come round to your way of thinking, soon enough they will. And all this talk of love when that's something you've never known, it's too undignified, and much too close, it's much too close to home. Times are tough and that's no way to live. Well you may be right but I don't like your alternative, and times like these they sort the boys out from the men, and down here with the girls is where I end up again. And all this talk of love when that's something you've never known, it's too undignified, and much too close, it's much too close to home. Well should I say well done when I know how he was stung. You were his prize and jewel, you turned out to be cruel. But I always rejoice to see us win some ground from off the boys. And all this talk of love when that's something you've never known, it's too undignified, and much too close, it's much too close, much too close, it's much too close to home. |
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Blown in winds of mischance
he would stay but that's not his way What escape for her she swims in the dark In too deep but still waves |
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Darkness will trip darkness will fall
Get no sleep on Salisbury street Mud on my shoes sweat on my palms Get no sleep on Salisbury street There is another time it could have been different I know if it were you'd be there Over the Pennines and out of the station And finally up to a room A voice in my head and the cut won't heal On Amberigde walk in Salisbury street And what about her well she nettles my thoughts Hatred creeps down Salisbury street To gloat is as ugly as soaking yourself In a wave of remorse I shout on the shingle soaked to the skin By a river that's taken its course To do good is so tempting it hurts A tale complete from Salisbury street To do bad is as easy as sin A tale complete from Salisbury street |
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Stone the crows if you've done it again,
if I've told you once, told you a thousand times. Sometimes I am so convinced we're casting pearl amongst the swine. Don't ever let me hear you say this is the life we folks must lead. We shun the limelight, shun the glare, and the circus built on a bigot's creed. Heaven is a place I'v heard but we haven't been there yet, I fear. We may have opened pearly gates but sometimes hell stills steals in here. Don't ever let me hear you say this is the life we folks must lead. Do you think silver turns our locks? What gold do you think paves our streets? You say we're in a different world now, where money and love go hand in hand. But can't you see we share this town, so why should we fight on our native land? Can't you see we share this town, so why on earth should we tear it down? |
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Conspired again to protest in vain
that you'll never feel that way again. Despair and desire above far too sustain you'll never sink this low again. Bitter as children we are now too much all of the time. What god would punish such sweet children for such a sweet crime? Wrong as the world and right as rain, we'll never feel that way again. Riverbed dry, this is my terrain. I'll never feel that way again. But I've tired of the city never blessed with respite from the rain, or has that changed too? Is the riverbed dry? Is the riverbed dry? Is the riverbed dry? Conspired again to protest in vain, that you'll never feel that way again. Despair and desire above far to sustain, you'll never sink this low again. Well, I've tired with your city never blessed, with respite from the rain or has that changed too? Is the riverbed dry? |