Blew my smoke on a sunny day when the first black powder came my way. Hot lead ball from a muzzle cold --- to win fair lady and take your gold. I know it hardly seems the time --- (I am your gun) to talk of blue steel so sublime. I can understand your point of view. To tell the truth I'd scare me too.
Match, wheel and flintlock, they all caught your eye. Pearl-handled ladies' models, scaled down to size. I am the peacemaker, so the theory goes. But I don't choose the company I keep --- and it shows.
I am your gun. Love me, I'm your gun.
Maxim and Browning, they helped me along. Stoner, Kalashnikov --- thrilled to my song. Now one of me exists, for each one of you, So how can you blame me for the things that I do?
Now I take second place to the motor car in the score of killing kept thus far. And just remember, if you don't mind --- it's not the gun that kills but the man behind.
I have to call you up. Think I've seen a vision of rhythm in gold. No cat could ever move that way. No puss would dare to be so bold. Must tell the boys to follow you. Catch you where you go to ground. A lady of means, I can see. Rhythm in gold is getting to me. What's your name, and where can I find you?
Are you just a rich man's friend, or was it always in the family? You seem to throw the challenge down, by the way you didn't even look at me. Put the boys on you. Immobilize your nine-eleven.
There's nothing I could do for you that would really matter much anyway. You belong to everyone. Rhythm in gold's the number that you play. Put the boys on you. Sabotage your nine-eleven.
I am your neighbor. I seem most respectable, But underneath I'm an iniquitous toad. So many dreadful mishaps have befallen you --- down at the end of your road. And I live down the end of your road.
I'm working on ways to remove you from paradise --- from your striped lawn and your new swimming pool. I place broken bottles in your geraniums --- sabotage your gardening tools. And I live down the end of your road.
By day I am a real estate gentleman. I deal in fine properties --- cheap at the price. After dark, I plan my most devious practices which you might think are not very nice.
Designing a system to reverse your plumbing --- welling up, as you sit on your private throne. will come up all kinds of vile and despicable nasties you would rather not have in your home. And I live down the end of your road.
Dispensed loathsome creatures in your drawing room, Sent doggy poo-poos in your morning mail. Rat's heads and lark's wings should set your tums turning and your houses will soon be for sale. And I live down the end of your road.
Fallen on hard times --- but it feels good to know that milk and honey's just around the bend. Running on bad lines --- we'd better run as we go, Tear up, tear up the overdraft again.
Oh, dear Prime Minister --- it's all such a mess. Go right ahead and pull the rotten tooth. Oh, Mr. President --- you've been put to the test. Come clean, for once, and hit us with the truth.
Looking for sunshine --- oh but it's black and it's cold Yet, you say that milk and honey's just round the bend. Giving us a hard time, my friends handing us the same line again.
Fallen on hard times --- and there's nowhere to hide Now they've re-possessed the Rolls Royce and the mink.
Turning on the peace sign --- and it's back to the wood. Soon there will be raised a holy stink.
Somebody wake me. I've been sleeping too long. Oh, I don't have to take this lying down. You can keep your promises. Shove 'em where they belong. Don't ask me to the party --- won't be around.
From early days of infancy, through trembling years of youth, long murky middle-age and final hours long in the tooth, he is the hundred names of terror --- creature you love the least. Picture his name before you and exorcise the beast.
He roved up and down through history --- spectre with tales to tell. In the darkness when the campfire's dead --- to each his private hell. If you look behind your shoulder as you feel his eyes to feast, you can witness now the everchanging nature of the beast.
Beastie
If you wear a warmer sporran, you can keep the foe at bay. You can pop those pills and visit some psychiatrist who'll say --- There's nothing I can do for you, everywhere's a danger zone. I'd love to help get rid of it, but I've got one of my own.
There's a beast upon my shoulder and a fiend upon my back. Feel his burning breath a heaving, smoke oozing from his stack. And he moves beneath the covers or he lies below the bed. He's the beast upon your shoulder. He's the price upon your head. He's the lonely fear of dying, and for some, of living too. He's your private nightmare pricking. He'd just love to turn the screw. So stand as one defiant --- yes, and let your voices swell. Stare that beastie in the face and really give him hell.
We travellers on the endless wastes in single orbits, gliding cold-eyed march towards the dawn behind hard-weather hoods a-hiding. Meeting as the tall ships do, passing in the channel afraid to chance a gentle touch --- afraid to make the clasp.
In high-rise city canyons dwells the discontent of ages. On ring roads, nose to bumper crawl commuters in their cages. Cryptic signals flash across from pilots in the fast lane. Double-locked and belted in --- too late to make the clasp.
Let's break the journey now on some lonely road. Sit down as strangers will, let the stress unload. Talk in confidential terms, share a dark unspoken fear. Refill the cup and drink it up. Say goodnight and wish good luck.
Synthetic chiefs with frozen smiles holding unsteady courses. Grip the reins of history, high on their battle horses. And meeting as good statesmen do before the T.V. eyes of millions, hand to hand exchange the lie --- pretend to make the clasp.
Shout if you will, but that just won't do. I, for one, would rather follow softer options. I'll take the easy line; another sip of wine, and if I ignore the face you wore it's just a way of mine to keep from flying colours.
Don't lay your bait while the whole world waits around to see me shoot you down --- It's all so second-rate. When we can last for days on a loving night; or for hours at least on a warm whisper given. You always pick the best time to rise to the fight. To break the hard bargain that we've driven. Once again we're flying colours.
I thought we had it out the night before, and settled old scores, but not the hard way. Was it a glass too much? Or a smile too few? Did our friends all catch the needle match --- did we want them to? In a fancy restaurant we were all aglow keeping cool by mutual permission. How did the conversation get to where we came to blows? We were set up in a red condition and again we're flying colours.
Shout --- but you see it still won't do. With my colours on I can be just as bad as you. Have I had a glass too much? Did I give a smile too few? Did our friends all catch the needle match --- did we want them to? We act our parts so well, like we wrote the play. All so predictable and we know it.
We'll settle old scores now, and settle the hard way. You may not even live to outgrow it! Once again we're flying colours.
Would you join a slow marching band? And take pleasure in your leaving as the ferry sails and tears are dried and cows come home at evening.
Could you get behind a slow marching band? And join together in the passing of all we shared through yesterdays in sorrows neverlasting.
Take a hand and take a bow. You played for me; that's all for now, oh, and never mind the words just hum along and keep on going. Walk on slowly --- don't look behind you. Don't say goodbye, love. I won't remind you.
Dream of me as the nights draw cold still marking time through Winter. You paid the piper and called the tune and you marched the band away.
Take a hand and take a bow. You played for me; that's all for now, oh, and never mind the words just hum along and keep on going. Walk on slowly --- don't look behind you. Don't say goodbye, love. I won't remind you.
I see a dark sail on the horizon set under a black cloud that hides the sun
Bring me my broadsword and clear understanding, bring me my cross of gold as a talisman
Get up to the roundhouse on the cliff-top standing, take women and children and bed them down
Bring me my broadsword and clear understanding, bring me my cross of gold as a talisman
Bless with a hard heart those who surround me, bless the women and children who firm our hands Put our backs to the north wind, hold fast by the river sweet memories to drive us on for the motherland
I see a dark sail on the horizon set under a black cloud that hides the sun
so bring me my broadsword and clear understanding bring me my cross of gold as a talisman
so bring me my broadsword and a cross of gold as a talisman (Broadsword)
