My Life Story

Frozen in thought, please take my coat
I'll warm your heart until it burns
I know that things can't get much worse

When a doctor is prescribing soap and water for your living hell
And a heavenly choir of angels are p***ing down your wishing well
The screaming stars will light our way
The screaming stars will light our way

Oh my friend, you seem so pale
The highest point, the dove-tail
The simple shapes and colours form against the trees
The sweetest tonic for the disease

And a doctor is prescribing soap and water for your living hell
While a heavenly choir of angels are p***ing down your wishing well
November,
Take my coat, it's cold

The screaming stars will light our way
The screaming stars will light our way
The screaming stars light our way
The screaming stars will light our way

November,
Take my coat, it's cold.

to moonn6pence from shootingstar


One. She prefers the night to day
Two. She never calls me when she says
Three. Her motorcycle riding to the South
Four. The way she puts her fingers in her mouth
Five. Running just in time to miss our train
Six. The old park bench is where we scratched our names
Seven. She says do or die
Seven reasons why

Eight. Her swirling hips and lips of ice
Nine. Consumes the hopes of all men dressed in black and flame
Ten. Oh she ain't got the time to speak
Eleven. She leaves the pie and always, always eats her greens
Twelve. Well she cries do or die
Twelve reasons why
Yeah, I love, I love, I love her

Oh twelve reasons why,
Twelve reasons why I wrote this love song
It's off the cuff,
I jotted down a shopping list of love, love, love, love, love, love, love
Can buy the doctor's
Love things I can touch
Yeah....

Leopardskin bedspread
Housewife superstar
A feather boa constricts her
Punching neckline
Doctors design
Goodbye to cellulite
Hello to silicone

Sunken dreamboat
Resigned to talkshows
Serial seducer
Queen medusa
Praised on marzipan
Good time tamazipan
Goodbye to cellulite
Hello to silicone

Bah.. bah bah.. bah bah bah.. bah bah...
etc

Terminal groupie
Horsey horsey
Fine art collects her
A feather boa constricts her
Immortal has-been
From eighteen to eighty
Goodbye cellulite
Hello to silicon

Bah.. bah bah.. bah bah bah.. bah bah...
etc

to moonn6pence from shootingstar




I see the claret stained your dress
It won't rub out.
I hear you silent in distress
You can't call out

I hear the vineyards crying for your wasted years
Crying vintage tears for what you were

I see the claret stained your cheeks
It won't come out

Claret is pouring in your mouth
Through your heart
Out your wounds
Claret is pouring straight through you
Hear the vineyards cry

I see the broken shards of red
Crushed in your hand
It's no more rhesus negative
Than bougelle

I hear the vineyards crying for your wasted years
Crying vintage tears for what you were
I have the broken promises to fathom out

Claret is pouring in your mouth
Through your heart
Out your wounds
Claret is pouring straight through you
Hear the vineyards cry

Claret is pouring in your mouth
Through your heart
Out your wounds
Claret is pouring straight through you
Hear the vineyards cry

to moonn6pence from shootingstar



May I see your daughter
May I see your daughter
Mr Boyd, can I ask her to play
May I see your daughter
May I ask your daughter
Mr Boyd, ask if she wants to play

We must stop playing now
Cos we're all growing old
We must leave all the time
Cos we haven't got long

May I see your daughter
May I ask your daughter
Mr Boyd, can I ask her to play
Can I have your daughter
Can I have your daughter
Mr Boyd, ask if she wants to play
Oh...

Mr Boyd you have played
Now its our turn to leave
My Boyd you have taken
Now its your turn to give
Oh give

I will see your daughter
She will see we oughta
Not be listening to anything you say
We will sing and dance together
In all kinds of weather
While you Mr Boyd watch us play

La la la la laa la
La la la la laa laa
Loo la la, loo la laa, loo la laa
La la la la laa la
La la la la laa laa
Loo la la, loo la laa, loo la laa
Ohh...

Loo la la la laa la
Loo la la la laa laa
Loo la la, loo la laa, loo la laa
Loo la la la laa la
Loo la la la laa laa
Loo la la, loo la laa, loo la laa
Ohh...

Mr Boyd, can I ask her to play?

to moonn6pence from shootingstar



The greatest living painter
Painted in a painted corner
THe greatest on the Earth
Has never stepped on land
He's standing on a goldmine
I could make it all mine, all mine
But I don't want your mine
Just your...

If you took my hand
Would it still be blind
Cos you don't sparkle
You don't shine
Sparkle in my eyes
And if you took my hand
Would it still be blind
You don't sparkle
You don't shine
Sparkle in my
Sparkle in my eyes

The greatest living singer
Stuck inside a damp bedsitter
The greatest on the Earth
Never stepped on land
For services rendered
A party full of great pretenders
The champagne wasn't chilled
Such a dreadful oversight

If you took my hand
Would it still be blind
Cos you don't sparkle
You don't shine
Sparkle in my eyes
Oh no, you
You don't sparkle in my eyes

If you took my hand
Would it still be blind
Cos you don't sparkle
You don't shine
Sparkle in my eyes
And if you took my hand
Would it still be blind
You don't sparkle
You don't shine
Sparkle in my eyes
Oh no, you
You don't sparkle in my
You don't sparkle in my eyes

You don't sparkle

to moonn6pence from shootingstar


I'm a singer who comes, but I'm a lover who can
I'm a lover who can
I'm a beggar who wants but I'll take what I can
I'll take what I can
I will give her it all, but she will always say no
'Cos she says she's the queen of the driven snow

Oh here comes April 1st
She's welcoming me
She hasn't a doormat and I haven't a key
I gave a flower, she sent her family tree
Dont rewrite the books
Just rewrite the title
She helped me to be somebody I didn't like at all
April 1st, the first of a lie

I'm a protest lover with a protest song
She's a loser that's bad
That's why you should have won
I would give her it all but she would always say no (no)
'Cos she says she's the queen of the driven snow
Oh yeah, driven snow
Oh yeah, oh no

Here comes April 1st
She's welcoming me
She hasn't a doormat and I haven't a key
I gave a flower, she sent her family tree
Dont rewrite the books
Just rewrite the title
She helped me to be somebody I didn't like at all
April 1st, the first of a line

Here comes April 1st
She's welcoming me
She hasn't a doormat and I haven't a key
I gave a flower, she sent her family tree
She took her personality on the dose
And sniffed the world right up her nose
On April, April circles
Now I did the dishes, she dished the dirt
She had the world revolving right round her skirt
Oh April 1st
The last of the first

Oh April 1st
The last of the first