Eds Chesters

If...
by Bluetones
If you
Get out
Before September
Remember
That I'm
Still inside
But I'm dry
I'm dry
And you
When you try
To make a difference
You're so different
And then I
Try
And just die
I die
You know
That I need
You more than I want ya
But I want ya
For all time
So I
I guess on the line
It's all that I can do
To sing these stupid songs to you
I give up half my time
Just trying to think up words that rhyme
I ain't getting any younger
But you wouldn't know
So it's on
With the show
Sometimes
A smoke
A drink and a ponder
Can work wonders
When you're down
Takes your frown
Turns it 'round
Around
And you
When you try
To make a difference
You're no different
Than when I
Try
And just die
I die
...and now
That your day-
Dream is forgotten
And forgiven
And the world
Has been saved
Be brave
It's all that I can do
To sing these stupid songs to you
I give up half my time
Just trying to think up words that rhyme
I ain't getting any younger
But you wouldn't know
Cos I walk
In shadow
And I never ever
Really show my face
But I'm only ever seen
In the right place

I don’t have to be feeling down to speak with you.
And I’ll visit you not only when I’m feeling blue.
You make me happy when I was happy to start with.
You make my life so precious and so easy to part with.
Life rolls along and teaches us nothing.
So why am I still around waiting for something?
Do you have the answers to all of my questions?
Maybe not, but I’d like to hear your suggestions. Yeah.
Talk to me, you don’t talk to me.
Talk to me, you don’t talk to me.
People in corridors, people in doorways.
People wherever I turn.
So many people crowd out the shadows.
So many people to love.
And to burn.
Communication is blurred.
I can’t understand a word.
Though there’s nothing to be heard.
It’s all gone quite absurd.
Communication is blurred.
I can’t understand a word.
Though there’s nothing to be heard.
It’s all gone quite absurd.
Communication is blurred.
I can’t understand a word.
Though there’s nothing to be heard.
It’s all gone quite, all gone quite absurd.

When I am sad and weary.
When all my hope is gone.
And I can’t put my finger on the time things first went wrong.
I have a little secret I like to tell myself.
And until now I haven’t told anybody else.
You may not see things my way, like my methods or my reasons.
But you can’t tell me that I’m wrong.
There’s no heart you can’t melt with a certain little smile.
No challenge should be faced without a little charm and a lot of style.
So don’t put your faith in time, she heals but doesn’t change.
And only a fool won’t take the chance to stay the same.
When I am sad and weary.
When all my hope is gone.
I walk around my house and think of you with nothing on.
And I have a list of things I go over in my mind.
When I can just sit right back and watch the world unwind.
You may not see things my way, I don’t care ’cause I’m not asking.
But you can’t tell me that I’m wrong.
There’s no heart you can’t melt with a certain little smile.
No challenge should be faced without a little charm and a lot of style.
So don’t put your faith in time, she heals but doesn’t change.
And only a fool won’t take the chance to stay the same.
There’s no heart you can’t melt with a certain little smile.
No challenge should be faced without a little charm and a lot of style.
So don’t put your faith in time, she heals but doesn’t change.
And only a fool won’t take the chance to stay the same.

Seems like you’re always a million miles away.
As far as I’m concerned that’s where you can stay.
But all the time I’m reminded.
Used to be a time we had a lot in common.
But now as far as I can see that’s something coming, yeah, yeah.
And all the time you’re behind me.
And all the time you remind me.
Of Blitzkrieg and the doodlebug.
Salt upon a bubbling slug.
You say “I can talk to you any time, but I just wanna cut some rug.”
Turn yourself away and you shrug and say that “I can talk any time.”
It’s easy living in a bubble.
No complication or trouble.
But it’s hard to have responsibility.
And judging by you, a personality.
And all the time you remind me.
Of Blitzkrieg and the doodlebug.
Salt upon a bubbling slug.
You say “I can talk to you any time, but I just wanna cut some rug.”
Turn yourself away and you shrug and say that “I can talk any time.”
And all the time you remind me.
Of Blitzkrieg and the doodlebug.
Salt upon a bubbling slug.
You say “I can talk to you any time, but I just wanna cut some rug.”
Turn yourself away and you shrug and say “I can talk any time.”
“I can talk to you any time, but I just wanna cut some rug.”
It’s like Blitzkrieg and the doodlebug.
Salt upon a bubbling slug.
You say “I can talk to you any time, but I just wanna cut some rug.”
Turn yourself away and you shrug and say that “I can talk any time.”
“Any time.”
“Any time.”
“Any time.”
“Any time.”

How will you ever learn when your hands are tied and your bridges burn?
When will you get to see that your only option lies with me?
Must you be kicked right down, ripped from limb.
Taught to drown but told to swim.
The way to be, the way to act is not to preach what you practice.
Things change.
But a pattern is present, a formula remains.
Things needn’t be so if you let me through.
How will you ever learn when your hands are tied and your bridges burn?
When will you get to see that your only option lies with me?
Must you be kicked right down, ripped from limb.
Taught to drown but told to swim.
The way to be, the way to act is not to preach what you practice.
Things change.
But a pattern is present, a formula remains.
Things needn’t be so if you let me through.
It must be true.
She said “I found you.”
How will you ever learn when your hands are tied and your bridges burn?
When will you get to see that your only option lies with me?
Must you be kicked right down, ripped from limb.
Taught to drown but told to swim.
The way to be, the way to act is...
Who knows?
Who cares?

God knows I’ve tried to bridge the gap, I’ve tried to be near.
Time after time I’ve lied just to say the things you wanted to hear.
Look, look what I’ve done, look what I do.
I’m starting to pull myself through.
Hell could feasably freeze, but in your eyes I’ll always be the fountainhead.
The boy whose thoughts keep running away.
And you know I’m right.
Wasn’t it you who said that when looking to open the eyes in my head?
And now I can see from your mistakes you’re as blind as me.
God knows I’ve tried.
God knows I try to be something more than I am.
Hell could feasably freeze but in your eyes I’ll always be the fountainhead.
The boy whose thoughts keep running away.
And you know I’m right.
What can I say without being profound?
It’s a game that we play, it goes round and around.
I shall stick to the rules but I won’t suffer fools.
And I won’t lose the plot and I won’t lose my cool.
Can’t you see what I’ve done?
Can’t you see what I do?
It’s not really unique, and it’s hopelessly crude.
But these are my decisions, these are my mistakes.
And I’ll fall down again, if that’s what it takes.

Who is she to say you can’t be trusted?
And come to think of it, how does she know?
Her doubt is just her faith in disappointment.
She can’t be blamed if she decides to go.
Her dignity is what makes her an angel.
You know she needs it more than she needs you.
It doesn’t pay to take these things for granted.
Something which you always seem to do.
You always seem to do.
But she just wants to spend some time with you.
Just a minute or just a moment.
Just long enough to throw one good clean punch.
Now you’ve reached the point where she sees through you.
Your low esteem and lack of self-control.
Everything she had she handed to you.
And what she didn’t give you, you stole.
You couldn’t have so you stole.
Sometimes I stop to question it all.
Must I look at the stars, and live in the dirt?
When all I have to show for my doubt is a blow to the lip, and some blood on my shirt.

Where did you go?
When things went wrong for you?
When the knives came out for you?
Where did you go?
All you needed was a friend.
You just had to ask and then...
You don’t have to have the solution, you’ve got to understand the problem.
And don’t go hoping for a miracle.
All this will fade away.
So I’m coming home.
I’m coming home.
What did you learn?
Locked away all on your own, chance and your head all blown.
What did you learn?
It was unfortunate.
You missed your chance to find out that:
You don’t have to have the solution, you’ve got to understand the problem.
And don’t go hoping for a miracle.
All this will fade away.
So I’m coming home.
I’m coming home.
You don’t have to have the solution, you’ve got to understand the problem.
And don’t go hoping for a miracle, yeah.
All this will fade away.
So I’m coming home.
I’m coming home.
I’m coming home.
But just for a short while.

If we put our heads together I think we could salvage it.
If we ride the stormy weather will we really benefit?
Is there anything left to say now, anyway?
When you’re near my heart beats quicker, faster.
It’s your skin as pale as alabaster.
It has to be, it has to end.
Losing a lover, gaining a friend.
Yesterday, your virtue inspired me.
And yesterday you ignited the flames that burnt inside of me.
So why when I wake up today are the ashes about us?
Now I’ve lost the strength to crush a flower.
And now I grow weaker with the passing hours.
You once was the fire, you once was the glow.
I was so sure then.
And now I don’t know.
I’ve wasted time away.
But I think that it’s okay, ’cause I’ve wasted time away with you.
Now look what we’ve built together.
We didn’t waste anything.
We’ve built a fire that burns too strong to die.
Or am I a liar who smothers the flames?
When you’re near my heart beats quicker, faster.
It’s your skin as pale as alabaster.
It has to be, it has to end.
Losing a lover, lying to a friend.
I’ve wasted time away.
But I think that it’s okay, ’cause I’ve wasted time away with you.
I’ve wasted time away.
But I think that it’s okay, ’cause I’ve wasted time away with you.

You left me unguided.
You left me divided.
With room to complain.
So I say in this song the wait is too long.
I thought I had seen it.
I thought I had learned.
But there’s something around each corner I turn.
Can’t stay still forever.
I’ve got to get it together.
If you’d seen with these eyes, and lived with these lies.
I’ve thought about father.
And I’ve thought about him.
And I knew that this wasn’t for me.
Now the beast can subside.
The boy needn’t hide.
Oh, if you’d seen with these eyes.
Never dare to slow.
On and on she goes.
Knowing what she knows.
Laughing.
Never dare to slow.
On and on she goes.
Knowing what she knows.
Nature’s whipping boy.
Fate’s immortal toy.
Twisting through the void.
Laughing.

If you go away, then don’t you come back round here no more.
And if you make the move, then don’t expect to come home to an open door.
I’m not the same person I was a year ago.
You cut me deeply and the scars still show.
You’ve walked between the raindrops for far too long.
You’re gonna get what’s yours.
And if you go away, then don’t you come back round here no more.
I’m not the same person I was a year ago.
You cut me deeply and the scars still show.
I’m not the same person I was a year ago.
You cut me deeply and the scars still show, yeah.
You make me act like a fool over you.
And now you drive me away.
You make me act like a fool over you.
And now you drive me away.
You make me act like a fool over you.
And now you drive me away, yeah.
And now you drive me away.

Nothing I can do could ever bring those feelings back.
I’ve taken everything, my body is a bloated sack.
The days behind me start rolling into months.
Is time running out?
My head feels too heavy.
My legs feel too weak.
All I can do now is sleep.
Everything is empty now, the things I knew are gone.
Darkness lays dormant now where colour once shone.
I compromise my conscience just to get me through the day.
Is this my reward?
And I’m going on journeys.
I’m exhausting my muse.
I’m taking from everything to see what I can use.
If I found a brand new colour, something no one had ever seen.
I dug it up right there in my garden.
That would be the greatest thing.
Nothing I can do could ever bring those feelings back.
I’ve taken everything, my body is a bloated sack.
The days behind me start rolling into months.
Is time running out?
And faced with having to have and then lose.
I’d choose never to have had.
If I found a brand new colour, something no one had ever seen.
I dug it up right there in my garden.
That would be the greatest thing.
I only want to speak to you.
I only want to let you know.
But time and again my feelings never seem to show.
If I found a brand new colour, something no one had ever seen.
I dug it up right there in my garden.
And that would be the greatest thing.
Time and again.

One more day in the valley, then I’m free to roam.
One more night of insect bites and beating myself to a foam.
But that’s the way it goes, I suppose.
Everything that you taught me was all I’ve ever known.
We took this ride side by side, but guess what, I got off alone.
And that’s the way it goes, I suppose.
And that’s the way it goes.
But then again, who really knows?
When I walk into this room, I turn to stone.
In this place that gave me sleep, that once upon a time I called home.
And that’s the way it goes, I suppose.
And that’s the way it goes.
But then again, who really knows?

Monday; count all the teeth in my head.
Tuesday; anointed by a man in a dress.
It’s more than just a question of time.
It’s more a question of reason and a rhyme.
Wednesday; got hitched just like a good boy should.
Thursday and Friday didn’t feel so good.
On Saturday I said my goodbyes.
On Sunday I’m food for the worms and the flies.
Pack up your troubles now, take all you can carry.
On your way, your way, just remember this time, you know, you’ve only got seven days.
It’s more than just a question of time.
It’s more a question of reason and a rhyme.
Pack up your troubles now, take all you can carry.
On your way, your way, just remember this time, you know, you’ve only got seven days.

Land of the free.
Home of the brave.
Those who can’t afford it wanna be deported.
These liberties were never meant for me.
Now I can afford it, I wanna be deported.
The eagle opens her wings.
She circles over and sings:
“Fall under my shadow.”
“Fall under me.”
I left but she found me again.
Threw borders around me again.
Smothered and drowned me again.
Walks the walk, talks the talk.
I fake it and smile, live in denial.
And I bleed and I ache, I’m barely awake.
The eagle opens her wings.
She circles over and sings:
“Fall under my shadow.”
“Fall under me.”

I don’t care much for tradition, and I know you’ll be leaving one day.
I can’t promise that I’ll ever be the one.
But if you’ll love me till Monday.
Let’s Seran Wrap for the weekend, and see who comes up for air first.
We can go and break some windows.
And run and run until our chests were fit to burst.
Forget we ever said the words:
“The future is dead.”
That’s what you said.
It’s all in your head.
You see, not mine, I’m fine, I’m alive, I’ve arrived.
We thought we could make a difference, and be remembered when the Pyramids are dust.
But we’ve had to learn that these bridges that we build can be as fragile as a loved one’s trust.
“The future is dead.”
That’s what you said.
It’s all in your head.
You see, not mine, I’m fine, I’m alive, I’ve arrived.
Here comes my everything.
This is my everything.
There goes my everything.
Bye bye my love.
“The future is dead.”
That’s what you said.
It’s all in your head.
You see, not mine, I’m fine, I’m alive, I’ve arrived.
“The future is dead.”
That’s what you said.
It’s all in your head.
You see, not mine, I’m fine, I’m alive, I’ve arrived.
Let’s forget about the questions.
We’ve been dragging round for years.
Let’s clear this smokey air between us.
Then say goodbye, and shed no tears.

I know it’s getting late.
But if you’d like to talk a little more.
Well that’s alright with me.
I’m feeling kinda tired.
But it ain’t exactly beating down my door.
Now just why could this be?
And I know I shouldn’t say.
But you’ve been acting strange the last few days.
And this has made me think.
Your pills have cost too much.
And you can’t feel them working any more.
So pour them down the sink.
And listen to me.
All you’ve gotta do is baby kick off your shoes and lay down.
Climb up here with me and let’s forget about sleep, and lay down.
Why hide your face from me?
Why turn away?
All I wanna do is pull you closer and say:
I’m feeling kinda tired.
But it ain’t exactly beating down my door.
Now just why could this be?
Will you listen to me?
All you’ve gotta do is baby kick off your shoes and lay down.
Climb up here with me and let’s forget about sleep, just lay down with me.
Lay down next to me.
Lay down with me.
I know I shouldn’t say.
But you’ve been acting strange the last few days.
And this has made me think, you know it got me thinking.
Your pills have cost too much.
And you can’t feel them working any more.
So pour them all right down the sink.

If you get out before September, remember that I’m still inside,
but I’m dry, I’m dry.
And you,
when you try to make a difference,
you’re so different.
And then I try,
and just die, I die.
You know that I need you
more than I want ya,
but I want ya for all time.
So I’m, I guess on the line.

It’s all that I can do
to sing these stupid songs to you.
I give up half my time
just trying to think up words that rhyme.
I ain’t getting any younger,
but you wouldn’t know.
So it’s on with the show.

Sometimes a smoke, a drink,
and a ponder can work wonders
when you’re down.
Takes your frown,
turns it round, around.
And you when you try
to make a difference,
you’re no different
than when I try, and just die, I die.

And now that your daydream is
forgotten and forgiven,
and the world has been saved,
be brave.

It’s all that I can do
to sing these stupid songs to you.
I give up half my time
just trying to think up words that rhyme.
I ain’t getting any younger,
but you wouldn’t know.
Cause I walk in shadow.

And I never ever really show my face.
But I’m only ever seen
in the right place.

Please, your sympathy’s not what I crave.
Nor judgement on how I behave.
Or to wake up beside you today.
Try as I do to let somebody in.
Well I never know where to begin.
It’s just a sweet word and on to the next thing.
But whenever I hear your name a mist comes down over my eyes.
The burden of hiding my shame, it grows weak and eventually dies.
Then it dies.
And what can I say, if confession won’t send them away?
These demons inside are refusing to die.
I hope against hope, but they stay.
And I’ll disprove all that you’ve heard.
The shortcomings of all their long words.
Chattering of little birds.
Now, hormonal suppression kicks in, and I’m lost in the scent of your skin.
And it hits like a left to the chin.
But whenever truth starts to ring a mist comes down over my eyes.
The pain and the guilt that it brings loses faith in its host and then dies.
Then it dies.
But whenever I hear your name a mist comes down over my eyes.
The burden of hiding my shame, it grows weak and eventually dies.
Then it dies.
And what can I say, if confession won’t send them away?
These demons inside are refusing to die.
I hope against hope, but they stay.
But they stay.
Stay.

You refuse to leave the house.
Not chancing stepping out.
The air seems so unclean.
Away from judging eyes, that seem to pierce the night.
You’d rather not be seen.
Well I’m the same as you, I like to stay here too.
Say you’ll have me, have me.
Maybe the sky will fall.
On us.
And maybe kill us all.
No fuss.
Or just the very tall.
And if your special needs require a special means, could I help you see them through?
’Cause I’m the same as you, I like to stay here too.
Say you’ll have me, have me.
Maybe the sky will fall.
On us.
And maybe kill us all.
No fuss.
Or just the very tall.
If you can hear me, let me in.
Say you’ll have me, have me.
Maybe the sky will fall.
On us.
And maybe kill us all.
No fuss.
Or just the very tall.
If you can hear me, let me in.

Indecision is a curious thing, it can turn your charity into sin.
Hesitation or the blink of an eye can make your truth feel just like a lie.
What if you were raised to feel naturally grateful, guilty?
What if you were raised to feel naturally grateful?
Repetition as a way of life, it’s a safe way out but a long hard fight.
Isolation is a means to an end, it’s amazing how fast you’ll forget your friends.
What if you don’t have what it takes to be humble, worthy?
What if you don’t have what it takes to be humble?
Feed your head, save your breath, because one of these days, because one of these days.
Why must I feel I’m the one who must show you the way, who must show you the way?
Feed your head, save your breath, because one of these days you might need it.
Why must I feel I’m the one who must show you to make you believe it?
Any fool can see that I’m a bad example.
If the only advice I bring is to chew on your food and save your string.
Maybe I don’t have what it takes to be humble, worthy.
Maybe I don’t have what it takes to be humble.
Feed your head, save your breath because one of these days you might need it.
Why must I feel I’m the one who must show you to make you believe it?
Feed your head, save your breath because one of these days, because one of these days.
Why must I feel I’m the one who must show you to make you believe it?
To make you believe.

Well you gotta come down to the reservoir.
I don’t care who the hell you are.
If you’re a moving violation or a movie star, you’re welcome round here now.
If you’re an untamed youth or an uncouth dame.
You’ve got little letters after but can’t spell your name.
I really don’t care to me you’re the same, if you’re hanging round here now.
Then you can see how strangely quiet we all are.
At the reservoir.
You’ve gotta come down to the reservoir.
I don’t care who you say you are.
If you’re a washed-up bum or a gay bourgeious, you’re welcome round here now.
’Cause at the water’s edge we can all lie down and someone can run and get drinks from the town.
But make them sweet for my friends these clowns who hang around me now.
You need your medicine to help the sugar down.
So you stick around.
You need your medicine to help the sugar down.
So stick around.
So good to see ya.
I know the name but not the face.
And if you’re looking for action, baby, this ain’t the place, yeah.
So good to see ya.
You’ve done something different with your hair.
Leave your inhibitions at home, and your flick-knife over there.
You gotta come down to the reservoir.
I don’t care who you say you are.
If you’re a moving violation or a movie star, you’re welcome round here now.
’Cause at the water’s edge we can all lie down, and someone can run and get drinks from the town.
But make them sweet for my friends these clowns who hang around me now.
Then you can see how strangely quiet we all are.
At the reservoir.
The reservoir.

I heard that you were dead, dead before you hit the ground.
I heard that you were taken, and your body was never found.
I heard that you were blistered by the sun’s burning rays.
I know that something’s wrong, you’ve not been round for days.
I heard a vicious rumour that you’d gone and lost your head.
Some said that your brain was sick, some said that it was dead.
You’ve always been so fragile.
Brittle to the touch.
Though I never knew you, I miss you oh so much.
I heard that you were dead, dead before you hit the floor.
It came as no surprise to me, you’ve done this kind of thing before.
It was over in a moment, you passed without a sound.
I know that you were shackled, but now you are unbound.
I heard that you were dead, dead before you hit the ground.
I never said goodbye.
And now I’m left to think about why, why you left me on the line.
I called you up but no reply.
I heard that you were dead, dead before you hit the ground.
I never said goodbye.
And now I’m left to think about why, why I couldn’t let you know.
I’ve never seen an angel fly so low.
I never said goodbye.
And now I’m left to think about why, why I couldn’t let you know.
I’ve never seen an angel fly so low.

Broken star, stay awake.
Stay awake, and shine for me.
Broken star, stay awake.
Stay awake.
Light the road before me
At the end of the day, I’ll be losing my way.
So I look to you and I say:
Yeah, yeah.
Broken star, stay awake.
Stay awake, and shine for me.
Broken star, stay awake.
Stay awake.
Light the road before me.
Such a wonderful glow, from a long time ago.
And far far away.
Diamonds and silver pouring from your gaping head.
Bathe me in silhouette though I know you’re already dead.
Broken star, stay awake.
Stay awake, and shine for me.
Broken star, stay awake.
Stay awake.
Light the road before me.
As the sparks start to fly, I look up to the sky, and hold you in my eye.
Smile down from heaven as we dismiss all we learn.
Fixed to the spot whilst all around the universe turns.

God made this glorious day and over-arching sky.
For rolling in the hay and watching clouds flow by.
God made this single day for sinners everywhere.
So fill your heart with abandon, and drink in the golden air.
We share signs of bad design, but have we lost the plot?
It’s not the world we saw for ourselves, but it’s the only one we’ve got.
God made this beautiful day for sinners everywhere too.
And if your ears are burning, maybe I’m speaking of you.
They haven’t written the guide book yet.
A set of rules that really fit.
We make our own up bit by bit.
Seven levels below.
Acknowledge if you will this peaceful perfect night.
How still the day seems now that it’s been starved of light.
Under the moon and stars the freaks come out to play.
Whatever gets you through it, hey brother that’s okay.
They haven’t written the guide book yet.
A set of rules that really fit.
We make our own up bit by bit.
Seven levels below.
God made this beautiful day for sinners everywhere.
So fill your heart with abandon, and drink in the golden air.
They haven’t written the guide book yet.
A set of rules that really fit.
We make our own up bit by bit.
Seven levels below.
They haven’t written the guide book yet.
A set of rules that really fit.
We make our own up bit by bit.
Seven levels below.

Afloat in a boat on a river.
Leading a simple life.
These are the tools that I’m given:
The compass line and knife.
One at a time, the old crimes are forgotten.
Buried in line, and left there to go rotten.
One at a time, the old crimes are forgotten.
Buried in lime, and left there to go rotten.
I follow the stars to wherever.
Moon turn the tides away.
Asleep in the arms of forever.
I’m drifting out into the bay.
One at a time, the old crimes are forgotten.
Buried in line, and left there to go rotten.
One at a time, the old crimes are forgotten.
Buried in lime, and left there in a hole.
I believe there’s something good around the corner.
I received a premonition.
Coasting out towards the sea and waters’ warmer.
All my dreams come to fruition.
The last of the great navigators.
Marooned with no fixed address.
Alone with the songs of the Siren.
And the devil made done for the rest.
One at a time, the old crimes are forgotten.
Buried in line, and left there to go rotten.
One at a time, the old crimes are forgotten.
Buried in lime, and left there in a hole to rot away.

Baby’s talking, it’s what she does best.
I’ll just sit and agree.
Florid insults glide out on her breath.
Mostly ’bout me.
She says “Can’t you see past the mirror some times?”
“Take a look at your peers.”
“Stretching out all their half-arsed ideas into half-arsed careers.”
Tiger Lily it’s four in the morning.
Tiger Lily you’ve got to stop calling me.
Can’t catch up with the hours you keep.
Tiger Lily just go back to sleep.
How d’you keep up with all that goes on?
Names and dates set me reeling.
But when you dial those numbers that tally with mine, did you notice the time?
Where did it go?
Now it’s twilight outside and we talked half the night.
And what did we say?
Luck can change maybe today.
Baby’s talking, it’s what she does best.
I’ll just sit and agree.
Contradictions glide out on her breath.
Mostly ’bout me.
And where went the time?
Now it’s twilight outside and we talked half the night.
And what did we say?
Luck can change maybe today.

There’s a mudslide.
It’s slipping down to cover the hillside.
And you can bet it’s gonna seep into your house, in through your eyes and out your dirty little mouth.
There’s a mudslide.
A mile-wide brown-tide.
A bonafide mudslide.
And what’s the odds that you’re enjoying one right now, from the comfort of your favourite easy-couch?
And the man said “How’m I gonna get my white shirt clean?”
“How’m I gonna get my?”
“How’m I gonna get my?”
“How’m I gonna get my white shirt clean?”
“How’m I gonna get my?”
“How’m I gonna get by?”
There’s a mudslide.
Slipping down to cover the hillside.
And you can bet it’s gonna seep into your house, in through your eyes and out your dirty little mouth.
There’s a mudslide.
A mile-wide brown-tide.
A bonafide mudslide.
And what’s the odds that you’re enjoying one right now, from the comfort of your favourite easy-couch?
The scum’s gonna keep on rising.
It swallows up the sun-shining blue horizon.
And everywhere you look it’s the same disguises.
The lunatics, it seems, run the whole asylum.
The scum’s gonna keep on rising.
It swallows up the sun-shining blue horizon.
And everywhere you look it’s the same disguises.
The lunatics, it seems, run the whole asylum.
There’s a mudslide.
It’s slipping down to cover the hillside.
There’s a mudslide.
A mile-wide brown-tide.
A bonafide mudslide.
There’s a mudslide.
Slipping down to cover the hillside.
There’s a mudslide.
A mile-wide brown-tide.
A bonafide mudslide.
There’s a mudslide.
Slipping down to cover the hillside.
There’s a mudslide.
A mile-wide brown-tide.
A bonafide mudslide.

Take a look at this face of mine.
Take a look at this mask.
What are you looking for?
Well, you may ask.
See, I’ve so many secrets.
I have so many spies.
Things I can’t live with no more, playing behind these eyes.
I need a station.
I need a break.
I need an oil-change.
I need something to help me along on my way.
I need something to keep me awake.
Just hit the road, I thought.
Just stab it and steer.
And so I kept riding, until I came here.
Well you know that you might be my last friend on earth.
And I have but one last request, for what it’s worth.
I need a station.
I need a break.
I need an oil-change.
I need something to help me along on my way.
I need something to keep me awake.
And if you remember me in a while, that’s enough.
And if you remember me and smile, that’s enough.
I need a station.
I need a break.
I need an oil-change.
I need something to help me along on my way.
I need something to keep me awake.

I love your bodywork and your flashy pop-up lights.
The way you hug the corners, however fast and tight.
She comes in sixteen colours, she’ll suck your money dry.
Gives shitty mileage, but come on let’s get inside.
I love your slinky spoilers, they really speak to me.
State-of-the-art sound system, leather upholstery.
She purrs just like a kitten, she seems to throb with pride.
Gives you the feeling you’ve been taken for a ride.
Pay no attention to the sign.
No stopping any time.
Come park that chassis next to mine.
You know, I’m on a double-yellow line.
I love your bodywork and your flashy pop-up lights.
The way you hug the corners, however fast and tight.
She comes in sixteen colours, she’ll suck your money dry.
Gives shitty mileage, but come on let’s get inside.
Pay no attention to the sign.
No stopping any time.
Come park that chassis next to mine.
You know, I’m on a double-yellow line.
I like to burn some rubber, I like to feel the steel.
I like to put my foot down, I like to take the wheel.
She purrs just like a kitten, she’ll go that final mile.
But if she’s rocking don’t come knocking for a while.
Pay no attention to the sign.
No stopping any time.
Come park that chassis next to mine.
You know, I’m on a double-yellow line.

Can I stay at your house?
I’ll sleep on the floor.
My home is a war-zone, I’ve no stomach for more.
You can’t hold a candle to what I saw today.
More than I can handle, so I’m running away.
Home fires burn, scorching a hole through me.
And I am welcome no more.
It’s the harrowing story of one man’s mistakes.
And the names have been left out for the innocents’ sake.
That man who would save us from the hurt the world brings, neglected to mention who would save us from him.
And those home fires burn, scorching a hole through me.
It’s like the third degree.
And I am welcome no more.
Now I’ve no one to turn to.
I guess I’m at my wits end.
I’m beginning to learn who are really my friends.
And those home fires burn, scorching a hole through me.
And I am welcome no more.
Home fires burn, scorching a hole through me.
It’s like the third degree.
And I am welcome no more.

I hear something in the basement, when I shouldn’t hear a sound.
Voices speaking there in whispers.
People moving stuff around.
Now this was causing me to lose sleep.
So I thought I’d check it out.
But the dust down there was this deep, and there was no-one about.
I think I’m starting to lose what grip I had.
I think I’m starting to slide.
Beast or bride?
You decide.
Am I paranoid enough for the outside?
I told the doctor of my symptoms, and he didn’t say a word.
I’m getting hives on my shoulders, and I get tired like a small bird.
And soon my friends stop coming over, ’cause I just lie there on the bedspread.
Listening to voices in the basement.
Or is that voices in my head?
I think I’m starting to lose what grip I had.
I think I’m starting to slide.
Beast or bride?
You decide.
Am I paranoid enough for the outside?
I’ll catch you later, get me outta here, outta here.
I’ll catch you later, get me outta here, outta here.
Yeah, I’ll catch you later, get me outta here, outta here.
I’ll catch you later, get me outta here, outta here.

It was a month and a day, it seems a lifetime away, when we first met in town and spent a night.
We drank and we talked until the music was stopped, and the barman came and turned back on the light.
We arranged again to meet and as I walked off down the street I swear that I felt ten feet tall.
Was I dizzy from the wine, or maybe I just missed the signs, ’cause now you won’t return my calls.
I hope that one day when you’re ancient, preparing for another lonely night, you close your eyes for one last time and you see me in my prime.
The great lost love of my life.

That’s where we used to go.
Come rain or shine or even snow.
Even in snow.
She shed her secrets there.
She shed her clothes and skin and hair.
Her beautiful hair.
That’s when I made her mine.
I carved our names in Emily’s pine.
Emily’s spine.
That’s where we’d spend our days.
And that’s where my lovely lady lays.
Come share the shade with me.
Come find some peace beneath the tree.
Our evergreen tree.
And that’s when I made her mine.
I carved our names in Emily’s pine.
Emily’s spine.
(Okay now! Let’s go!)
Somewhere a radio played a quiet mournful serenade.
She didn’t make a sound, and so I lay my true love down.
There on the ground.
But when our song was done, my only precious thing was gone.
Lady be gone.
(One last time, boys!)
Goodbye baby, I’m never coming back.
I’ve burnt all the evidence and covered up my tracks.
Goodbye baby, I’m never coming back.
I’ve burnt all the evidence and covered up my tracks.

Bluetonic
by Bluetones




when I am sad and weary
when all my hope is gone
and I can't put my finger on the time things first went wrong
I have a little secret i like to tell myself
and until now i haven't told anybody else

you may not see things my way
like my method or my reasons
but you can't tell me that i'm wrong

there's no heart you can't melt
with a certain little smile
and no challenge should be faced
without a little charm and a lot of style
so don't put your faith in time - she heals but doesn't change
and only a fool won't take the chance to stay the same

when I am sad and weary
when all my hope is gone
I walk around my house and think of you with nothing on
I have a list of things I go over in my mind
when I can just sit right back and watch the world unwind

you may not see things my way
I don't care 'cause I'm not asking
but you can't tell me that I'm wrong

there's no heart you can't melt
with a certain little smile
and no challenge should be faced
without a little charm and a lot of style
so don't put your faith in time - she heals but doesn't change
and only a fool won't take the chance to stay the same

yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!

Slight Retu
-The bluetones.
(Expecting To Fly 1996)

Where did you go?
When things went wrong for you,
When the knives came out for you.

Where did you go?
All you needed was a friend,
You just had to ask and then.....

Chorus
You don’t have to have the solution
You’ve got to understand the problem
And don’t go hoping for a miracle,
All this will fade away.
So i’m going home,
I’m coming home.

What did you lea
?
Locked away all on your own,
Chance and your head all blown.

What did you lea
?
It was unfortunate,
You missed your chance to find out that.

Chorus
You don’t have to have the solution,
You’ve got to understand the problem
And don’t go hoping for a miracle.
All this will fade away.
So i’m coming home ..
I’m coming home ..
I’m coming home .. ..
But just for a short while.
......x2

Cut Some Rug - The bluetones.
(Expecting To Fly 1996)

Seems like your always
A million miles away.
As far as i'm concerned
Thats where you can stay
(But all the time i'm reminded)

Used to be a time
We had a lot in common.
But now as far as i can see
You've got something coming.
And all the time you're behind me,
.....
And all the time you remind me

CHORUS
Of blitzreig and the doodle-bug,
Salt upon a bubbling slug
You Say
"I can talk to you anytime
But i just wanna cut some rug!"
Turn yourself away and shrug, and say
"I can talk... anytime!"

It's easy living in a bubble.
No Complication or trouble.
But it's hard, to have responsibility,
(And judging by you ... a personality!)
....
And all the time you remind me.

CHORUS
Of blitzreig and the doodle-bug,
Salt upon a bubbling slug
You Say
"I can talk to you anytime
But i just wanna cut some rug!"
Turn yourself away and shrug, and say
"That I can talk...anytime!"
..

And all the time you remind me...
Of blitzreig and the doodle-bug,
Salt upon a bubbling slug
You Say
"I can talk to you anytime
But i just wanna cut some rug!"
Turn yourself away and shrug, and say
"I can talk to yer anytime!"
..
"I can talk to you anytime
But i just wanna cut some rug!"
It's like blitzreig and the doodle-bug..
Salt upon a bubbling slug
You Say,
"I can talk to you anytime
But i just wanna cut some rug!"
Turn yourself away and shrug, and say
"That I can talk......anytime ...
anytime ..... anytime .......... anytime ....... anytime ...

If...
by Bluetones
If you
Get out
Before September
Remember
That I'm
Still inside
But I'm dry
I'm dry
And you
When you try
To make a difference
You're so different
And then I
Try
And just die
I die
You know
That I need
You more than I want ya
But I want ya
For all time
So I
I guess on the line
It's all that I can do
To sing these stupid songs to you
I give up half my time
Just trying to think up words that rhyme
I ain't getting any younger
But you wouldn't know
So it's on
With the show
Sometimes
A smoke
A drink and a ponder
Can work wonders
When you're down
Takes your frown
Turns it 'round
Around
And you
When you try
To make a difference
You're no different
Than when I
Try
And just die
I die
...and now
That your day-
Dream is forgotten
And forgiven
And the world
Has been saved
Be brave
It's all that I can do
To sing these stupid songs to you
I give up half my time
Just trying to think up words that rhyme
I ain't getting any younger
But you wouldn't know
Cos I walk
In shadow
And I never ever
Really show my face
But I'm only ever seen
In the right place

Keep The Home Fires Burning - Bluetones


Can I stay at your house?
I’ll sleep on the floor
My home is a war-zone, I’ve no stomach for more
You can’t hold a candle to what I saw today
More than I can handle, so I’m running away
Home fires burn, scorching a hole through me
And I am welcome no more
It’s the harrowing story of one man’s mistakes
And the names have been left out for the innocents’ sake
That man who would save us from the hurt the world brings neglected to mention who would save us from him
And those home fires burn, scorching a hole through me
It’s like the third degree
And I am welcome no more
Now I’ve no one to turn to
I guess I’m at my wits end
I’m beginning to learn who are really my friends
And those home fires burn, scorching a hole through me
And I am welcome no more
Home fires burn, scorching a hole through me
It’s like the third degree
And I am welcome no more