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from Ed Harcourt - Maplewood [ep] (2003)
Hey baby Jane, you have been climbing down the drain
And you run in the rain to the playground climbing frame And the air seems so good and moist and cool When you meet him by the swimming pool What's a girl to do? When you're locked up in Mother Goose's shoe And you're hanging, and you're hanging, and you're hanging With the wrong crowd You're hanging, and you're hanging, and you're hanging With the wrong crowd Dad owns a bank and is known by the name of Hank, And your Mum hates your pranks and she gives the Almighty thanks for your food, which is rank and puts him in a dangerous mood and it's true they hate your friends like you What's a girl to do? When you're yearning for something else new And you're hanging, and you're hanging, and you're hanging With the wrong crowd You're hanging, and you're hanging, and you're hanging With the wrong crowd You're hanging, you're hanging, you're hanging With the wrong crowd |
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from Ed Harcourt - Maplewood [ep] (2003)
When you're on your own
You walk in the rain You walk around the house Then walk around it again You pretend you're happy That you've got it all But don't be upset If you fall on your knees And beg like a dog I've reached a low, don't you know You're the apple of my eye I'm running low, with this show No matter how I try I'm sick of this angst, don't need thanks You're the apple of my eye I drink a lot of wine When I am alone I lose my track of time My ideas turn to stone I pretend I'm sad That I'm still so small But I'm not upset If I fall on my knees And beg like a dog I've reached a low, don't you know You're the apple of my eye I'm running low, with this show No matter how I try I'm sick of this angst, don't need thanks You're the apple of my eye I've reached a low, don't you know You're the apple of my eye I'm running low, with this show No matter how I try I'm sick of this angst, don't need thanks You're the apple of my eye |
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from Ed Harcourt - Maplewood [ep] (2003)
Scream through the silence and over the hills
10 thousand years have gone by Passing the islands and broken down mills The train silhouettes through the skyline Mere emotion, see the ocean Just for one day Life speeded up since you threw me a smile Please don't jump on the train for a short while yet Waking up with cold feet Wine stains on my shirt Flat out in sparse fields of dry wheat Going to Sunday church Leaves on the trees splinter out of control While the wind blows the dust on my face Down in the valley where nobody goes I can't help feeling sad in this place Mere motion, see the ocean Just for one day The whistle of the distant train The whistle of the distant train |
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from Ed Harcourt - Strangers (2004)
Well what starts out as a warm breeze
Turns into something more Like the lightning that burns down houses Or the wind that blows down doors Oh I see it in the distance It moves much faster than I think Yes this storm will wreak much havoc Bring my sanity to the brink Once I was so young and careless Never strayed much from the path Now I find myself in trouble Never knowing when to laugh And as my eyes sink into my skull I am wired to the max Gonna pull myself together You can see I'm coming back If the storm is coming, the storm is coming The storm is coming It's gonna make a beautiful sound I hope it turns your life upside down Now the wooden gate is creaking And the windows loudly rattle Yet I still venture towards it Like I'm marching into battle Oh I could heed your good advice And stay in comfort back at home But there it is in it's splendor And it's chilling me down to the bone Once I was so young and careless Never strayed much from the path Now I find myself in trouble Never knowing when to laugh And as my eyes sink into my skull I am wired to the max Gonna pull myself together I'm gonna pull myself together And if the storm is coming, the storm is coming The storm is coming It's gonna make a beautiful sound I hope it turns your life upside down If the storm is coming, the storm is coming The storm is coming It's gonna make a beautiful sound I hope it turns your life upside down Down, down, down I hope it turns your life upside down |
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from Ed Harcourt - Strangers (2004)
I was born the year punk broke
Days before the king was dead It was the year of the snake I was a red-faced child Who stumbled where he tread Was kept in orderly file My parents name me Ed I tried my hardest to smile And like my daddy said I've tried to be myself Sometimes daydreaming for hours Wishing for a dangerous life Cut the leash some slack Run into the morning light Race the trains by the track Until my mouth feels dry But can you count on me? I might let you down In a world that is so sensational No you can count on me I'm living for the now Up against the older generation's wall Born in the '70s Born in the '70s After a length of time You're this parody Just like the record's stuck Always repeating the past That never liked you before You had no reason to last We're in a silent war A telepathic blast And like my daddy said These are exciting times The future grabs my throat And let's me know it's alright If I believe in love Then I believe in hate too I'll taste the darker stuff To find some lasting truth |
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from Ed Harcourt - Strangers (2004)
I feel so far away from love
'Cus I can never get enough Like the kid with the cookie jar And if I came back from the grave for a while Would you, could you make a dead man smile I´ll wear you on my arm like a brand new scar My oh my oh my I've had a few My oh my oh my this one's for you My heart is on it's sleeve I need you to believe that the dark times will fade So crack the shell of the hardest heart Slip inside when they're caught off guard Kill all the urgent lies that stain their blood And if you think that you know everything Don't give me this chance to sing I'm not a fool, a fool to lighten up My oh my oh my I've had a few My oh my oh my this one's for you My heart is on it's sleeve I need you to believe that the dark times will fade And I can't stop staring at you And your expression looks a little confused This little story will end so well |
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from Ed Harcourt - Strangers (2004)
Deliciously
I drink up all your tears On a piano out of tune I sit and persevere Deliriously I eat up all your words And jumble them around 'Til they become absurd Remember how it was They said it wouldn't last You proved them wrong Took on everyone Ferociously We fumble in the dark Two lovers acting like strangs Society won't cage Remember how it was They said it wouldn't work You proved them wrong Took on everyone Like a clock that can't keep time Bad thoughts to hide Or a poem that can't ever rhyme Now strangers sing, this song for her mao mao mao (ect) Oh remember how it was They said it wouldn't last You proved them wrong Took on everyone Remember how it was Remember how it was |
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from Ed Harcourt - Strangers (2004)
Let love not weigh me down
Let the cursed air be clean When you`ve lost faith in the human race Let love not weigh me down Let love not cause me pain Let it all seem like a dream And I won`t regret wnat I can`t forget Let love not cause you pain So let your beaut blid my vision Let it move me `til I die And the seeds of despair won`t be fruits that I bear Let the beauty blind my vision So shed all the tears that you want Run from the places you haunt If you think you`re lost Or just double-crossed Don`t try to make sense of it all Let the music and words take you back To the times when your heart wasn`t cracked We won`t be suffering with drugs and bad medicine We`ll drink `til the curtain calls Let love not weigh me down Let its weakness be my guide And all this intesity makes perfect sense to me Let love not weigh you down So shed all the tears that you want Run from the places you haunt If you think you`re lost Or just double-crossed Don`t try to make sense of it all Let the music and words take you back To the times when your heart wasn`t cracked We won`t be suffering with drugs and bad medicine We`ll drink `til the curtain calls |
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from Ed Harcourt - Strangers (2004)
She's moving like a forest fire
Leaving no part unscathed Too young to be as jaded as I am But old enough to feel the strain I hope that I can hold on to The beauty that I'll never match The never-ending open wound That started from a simple scratch I want to save us from being saved Before we get too old and waste away Like some lovers destined to die young And so through all the loss we've seen Of friends who sit and think too much Too fragile for the cold outside Too proud to say what's on their minds This is for the broken fools Whose flames are gone before their time And if you see me trip and fall Save me from my swift decline I want to sink beneath a drunken sea Look in your eyes when you take the breath from me There's always something to live for |
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from Ed Harcourt - Strangers (2004)
On a summer night I took a walk
Out in the fields where the grass snakes hide Six years old, tall as a chair Found the trapdoor hidden from sight Fell into the blackness, seemed like hours I hit the ground on a sea of skulls There was no treasure, just stolen souls Taken years ago, down this endless hole Man must kill to live or quench his thirst Let's go back to the source where it first came from Looked death in the eyes, falling stalactites Then burnt by a light as angels flew by Who pulled me back up to the moonlit sky Covered in dust, it was hard not to cry Man must kill to live or quench his thirst Let's go back to the source where it first came from Falling through trapdoors wherever I go Kicking and screaming 'cause nobody knows There's always a trapdoor wherever you step Keep your eyes open, you deserve what you get Keep your eyes open, you deserve what you get Keep your eyes open, you deserve what you get |
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from Ed Harcourt - Strangers (2004)
The music box is all that's left in the empty house
Must've left it when they moved out In a hurry to flee the town Armoured tanks broke through all of the soldier's ranks You can be sure they weren't shooting blanks From bodies laid out on the ground There's a song your father had sung When you were just knee high Now a soldier plays the same tune From the toy you left behind Something to remind you Something to remind you Burnt to black there's a face you don't recognize Just a doll with hollow eyes And a feeling you can't describe In factories, toys are made by the companies Who create our killing machines So the planet can rest at ease There's a story you had to hear When you couldn't sleep at all Now the pages are burning In some sad unholy war Something to remind you Something to remind you Something to remind you The ones you left behind you Something to remind you Something to remind you Something to remind you The ones you left behind you The music box plays a song that I used to love But now I can't remember what it was For my memory has faded |
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from Ed Harcourt - Strangers (2004)
In an empty cinema (loneliness)
When your old friends drift apart (loneliness) Wandering round the house in the dark (lonelines) Faded glory of a broken star (loneliness) Loneliness Loneliness What would I do without you? Stays around, won't let you be (loneliness) Corners me in dead-end streets (loneliness) To bring unwanted memories (loneliness) That find their way into my blood stream (loneliness) Loneliness Loneliness What would I do without you? Loneliness Loneliness Is this all you have to give me? Your love is a place for a lonely man With too much in his head The liars and thieves who cramp your style Won't be there for your last breath Be there for your last breath Loneliness! Loneliness! What would I do without you? Loneliness! Loneliness! Is this all you have to give me? To give me? To give me? |
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from Ed Harcourt - Strangers (2004)
It's clear to us this love affair
Has self combusted everywhere And I don't feel so debonair My piano collects dust A funeral with no mourners I wish that I'd turned corners To see the signs that warn us But I didn't make a fuss Well, my life keeps on spinnin' It's this drunken procession I can't learn my lessons These plates that I'm spinnin' Soon they'll smash on the ground Make a loud crashing sound And I am still an open book And you can have a secret look Inside Inside As children make their way to class I sit and raise another glass 'Cause you don't dwell much on the past When it keeps haunting you Oh, the marching band stomps down the block And makes the babies' cradles rock And my keys, they don't turn the lock Perhaps I don't want them to Well, my life keeps on spinnin' It's this drunken procession I can't learn my lessons These plates that I'm spinnin' Soon they'll smash on the ground Make a loud crashing sound And I am still an open book And you can have a secret look Inside Inside Well, my life keeps on spinnin' It's this drunken procession I can't learn my lessons These plates that I'm spinnin' Soon they'll smash on the ground Make a loud crashing sound And I am still an open book And you can have a secret look And I am still an open book And you can have a secret look And I am still an open book And you can have a secret look Inside Inside |
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from Ed Harcourt - Strangers (2004)
Kids you're our only hope
Save us now we need an antidote Kids get out on the street Through this smoke rise through the city heat You loved me like a friend But now I can't pretend The time we used to spend Was wasted on you Police sirens make me deaf As I run trying to catch my breath What's the world afraid of now We are taught to clap our hands and bow Rise from the ashes with a song to remember Kids you're our only hope... |
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from Ed Harcourt - Strangers (2004)
For days I've searched for the words
So I don't make a mess of this I'll trade my eyes for a fleeting wish I woke at 7am The cold air was not becoming This tune I started humming And you lay there so still With dark eyes shut and whiskey breath You hadn't taken off your black dress The curtain fell from it's rail I shut the window so it wouldn't shatter But it was nothing it didn't matter To me our lives are barely built to last How did you creep up on me so damn fast my dear? I sat in the kitchen and thought I've had a few knocks here and there Was mostly my fault so I don't care You said I have a bad side It comes when all the clocks have stopped I feel my heart begin to drop To me our lives are fast approaching death So lets go out in my suit and your black dress |
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from Ed Harcourt - The Beautiful Lie (2006)
The whole town nearly died
When rocks flew from the sky The stray dogs whined and howled At dark foreboding clouds The mayor screamed and fled The priest hid under his bed Uprooted trees did spin To the sound of a merciless wind Will you love me when I'm old? I'm still hoping I can get that far No one escaped the whirlwind's hold Except the jailer and his pack of cards And I sit outside watching falling stars Playing D minor chords on a Spanish guitar Well clothes blew through the streets And so did cinema seats Their souls could not be saved I dug a thousand graves Will you love me when I'm old? I'm still hoping I can get that far No one escaped the whirlwind's hold Except the jailer and his pack of cards And I sit outside watching falling stars Playing D minor chords on a Spanish guitar |
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from Ed Harcourt - The Beautiful Lie (2006)
Got a visit from the dead dog
He slept at the end of my bed last night He could tell I was fading And somehow fighting against the light And everyday when I open my eyes I see unwanted funerals Maybe I'll be buried alive But I've never seen you so beautiful Oh, I'm staying in today And watch the others play Oh, wash my sins away Like all good children, I mean what I say I guess God has the last laugh From up on high he lets us kill And his people die for their faith And we call it triumph of the will All the theories in my own head Fragment and bump into themselves I'll run instead of taking a walk Instead of sixes I see twelves Oh, I'm staying in today And watch the others play Oh, wash my sins away Like all good children, I mean what I say Run where you've never been before Lest the dead dog chases you home Run where you've never been before Lest the dead dog chases you home Oh, I'm staying in today And watch the others play Oh, wash my sins away Like all good children, I mean what I say Run where you've never been before Lest the dead dog chases you home Run where you've never been before Lest the dead dog chases you home |
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from Ed Harcourt - The Beautiful Lie (2006)
You only call me when you're drunk
Deplorable old friend, somewhere in the East end I guess you have me on speed-dial For your eyesight is too blurred, to text me any words I've got no bone to pick with you Don't be a mournful dog, I just want it to stop As dreamers we'd scream all the songs That we'd known all our lives off the roofs of the city bankers Break in the windows, burn all the documents Rich daddy's boys bunch of... You only call me when you're drunk Cursing down the phone, you can't stand being alone I picture you asleep on a bench Half frozen in the snow, someone I used to know Give all your sadness a last embrace Turn up sober at my place, we'll talk about it face to face As dreamers we'd scream all the songs That we'd known all our lives off the roofs of the city bankers Break in the windows, burn all the documents Rich daddy's boys... Rich daddy's boys! You only call me when you're drunk... |
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from Ed Harcourt - The Beautiful Lie (2006)
Found his memoirs in an old junk shop
Dated from 1916 Sentenced to death while still shell-shocked For deserting the infantry Blindfold on and one step back No need to get upset Don't be hasty with the trigger boys Let him smoke his one last cigarette Down in the hospital on the 9th ward An old man scratches his head Reaching into his bedside drawer He waits 'til the nurse is downstairs 'I'm nearly cured I've been so brave And there's no need to fret I'm gonna really quit this time Let me smoke my one last cigarette' Straight as a corkscrew As bright as the night Blind to the horror Blind to the very horror of this sorry life The awkward girl with a broken heart Smashes her mirror until it fractures Leaning down she picks up a shard And ponders to question her actions A selfish act, she's full aware But the best one she's done yet With tired eyes and steady hands She'll smoke her one last cigarette Straight as a corkscrew As bright as the night Blind to the horror Blind to the very horror of this sorry life |
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from Ed Harcourt - The Beautiful Lie (2006)
Hanging off the bridge by a fingernail
Trapped in the harbour when the ship set sail Boy you're one card short of the pack Begging for your baby to take you back Stubbed a cigarette out on his hand Scrawls her name across the sand But it disappears like King Canute The tide didn't like his attitude Always shadowboxing Face up and throw your gloves in Lose your imaginary friends Always good for nothing She can't ever love him No man is ever innocent Bouncing off the walls with no wish to land Erase your fingerprints and your retina scan 'Cause there's no point in the life that he should lead Chain his leg to a piano and sink through the weeds Gone are all the dreams that last forever He towed the line when never meant never They had something better than the cynical beast Weren't sucked in by the popular disease Always shadowboxing Face up and throw your gloves in Lose your imaginary friends Always good for nothing She can't ever love him No man is ever innocent |
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from Ed Harcourt - The Beautiful Lie (2006)
Be my late night partner
Oh pull me from the crowd With all of your old records We'll drink 'til we pass out Where are the moments that I feel so alive? I've lost everyone I need But music slays my heart and soul Every hour, day and week I'm on the edge of something beautiful I'm on the edge of something beautiful Sing with me 'til the end of time I love the way you read my mind Laughter makes you live so much longer Don't know if the pain makes you stronger Give me something that burns inside To make me shiver, to shut my eyes Late night partner don't bother sleeping Tell me all the secrets you're keeping I'm yearning for the good times So why don't you get up Do you feel like a teenage runaway Whose eyes are never shut? Where are the moments that I feel so alive? I've lost everyone I need But music keeps on saving me Every hour, day and week I'm on the edge of something beautiful I'm on the edge of something beautiful Sing with me 'til the end of time I love the way you read my mind Laughter makes you feel so much longer Don't know if the pain you stronger Give me something that burns inside To make me shiver, to shut my eyes Late night partner don't bother sleeping Tell you all the secrets I'm keeping Late night partner |
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from Ed Harcourt - The Beautiful Lie (2006)
To the Marxists and the police
To the junkies in the streets To the gangsters in our towns And the others underground To the prostitutes and whores To the self-admiring bores To the drinkers in a drought And the writers steeped in doubt To the bailiffs and their bills To the child whose thoughts could kill To the veteran who fights All his demons late at night To the bloody and unbowed Fanatics and their vows All the taxes we don't want To the idiot savant There's a revolution in my heart To the indier than thou To the stadiums of crowds To the vultures circling near A new kingdom of fear To the skinheads and the Sikhs To the rich and the elite To the serious dilettante To the idiot savant There's a revolution in my heart |
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from Ed Harcourt - The Beautiful Lie (2006)
If the world did end
Would you be my apocalyptic friend? Until tomorrow then If the skies did fall Would you pick up my last call? Until tomorrow then Navigate to the moon Flee the planet this afternoon Until tomorrow then With the waves rising high We'd be the first most likely to die Until tomorrow then I guess, it's you I miss 'Cause I just stare at the ceiling My stomach knots and twists You've created this feeling And I may be out of style But do you know what true love is? I'll make this all so worthwhile So let's rise above this Let's rise above this So I dug a tunnel underground And waited patiently to be found Until tomorrow then All my ideas make them laugh But in the end you will see they're not so daft And we'll have sorrow to spend I guess, it's you I miss 'Cause I just stare at the ceiling My stomach knots and twists You've created this feeling And I may be out of style But do you know what true love is? I'll make this all so worthwhile So let's rise above this Let's rise above this Let's rise above this |
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from Ed Harcourt - The Beautiful Lie (2006)
Scatterbraine, they smoked you out of the foxhole
Scatterbraine, you act like a priest in a brothel Naive charm, the idiot boy from the farm Father tried to save you with prayers and psalms Grace and Lydia and Dorothy The village idiot sent them to sleep Policeman O'Riley cannot believe That someone so dumb could be still On the run from the law Scatterbraine, the strength of an ox on cocaine Scatterbraine, are mother and father to blame? He's not insane, just a boy who goes searching for treasure Sunshine, rain, he'll find it whatever the weather Grace and Lydia and Dorothy The village idiot sent them to sleep Policeman O'Riley cannot believe That someone so dumb could be still On the run from the law This ain't no fairytale for you to cheer Some thing's ugly in the atmosphere This ain't no fairytale for you to cheer Some thing's ugly in the atmosphere And his name is Scatterbraine And his name is Scatterbraine |
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from Ed Harcourt - The Beautiful Lie (2006)
I'm the hunter, who's killed by his dog.
I'm the statue, burned down into lead. I'm the problem, you don't want to solve. I'm the lover, who dies in his bed. So rain on the pretty ones. Your useless lifes don't speak to us. Rain on the pretty ones. You leave no footprints in the dust. Adventurous, you used to be. But now you seem so dead to me. I'm the doctor, with a needle in his arm. I'm the cartoon, that makes you feel sad. I'm the secret, that everyone has. I'm the cancer, that never turns black. So rain on the pretty ones. Your useless lifes don't speak to us. Rain on the pretty ones. You leave no footprints in the dust. Adventurous, you used to be. But now you seem so dead to me. I'm the actor, who's scared to perform. I'm the sunshine, that hides in the clouds. I'm the father, that couldn't be found. I'm the cuckoo, that never flew south. I'm the Christian, that cannot forgive. I'm the dreamer, who jumps off the bridge. I'm the sinner, who hates how he lives. I'm the liar, who gets what he gives. |
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from Ed Harcourt - The Beautiful Lie (2006)
Oh, to have a pristine claw
These hands are old and sore The knuckles they ache, the bones they do break Oh, to have a youthful frown Bleed on the surgeon's gown Put plastic in me, I'm perfect you see Don't look older than 43 But really I'm 70 Now run young man and get my pills from the pharmacy Rearrange my face for a hefty fee I can't change the inside of me I'm a vampire of the 21st century Oh, to have a pristine claw Marry the doctor when I'm poor A face I can love, a cut that's above If, the aliens landed here They'd see why we're so weird We're destined to die, we're destined to die Don't look older than 43 But really I'm 70 Now run young man and get my pills from the pharmacy Rearrange my face for a hefty fee I can't change the inside of me I'm a vampire of the 21st century That's me, that's me, that's me, that's me... |
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from Ed Harcourt - The Beautiful Lie (2006)
Once I was a shadow of a man
Most dark nights my head was in it's hands I begged God to cure my aching limbs But he did nothing, he gave me no advice Didn't this God abandon Jesus Christ? Oh if it comes to you, I'll die for your sins I am the drug that you've been waiting for An urgent craving you cannot ignore I am the fix that you come back for more I am the drug Bring out the dead, I'll show them how to live Free their souls and watch them slowly drift Like feathers of a wounded bird I was wrapped up in a wooden box Ball and chain, head out on the block Oh, I wonder if you could say the final word? I am the drug that you've been waiting for An urgent craving you cannot ignore I am the fix that you come back for more I am the drug This is not a flash, a figment of your imagination I am much more then a first degree of separation Without me all the lines of reality will blur And the wall will breathe, close in like some forgotten curse I am the drug that you've been waiting for An urgent craving you cannot ignore I am the fix that you come back for more I am the drug |
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from Ed Harcourt - The Beautiful Lie (2006)
Fingertips are all I have
Have you heard the sea? The water's edge is all I have Have you heard it breathe? An endless sigh I cannot hear Here I cease to run Arid mouth so hard to speak Speak? Cat got my tongue Describe to me how I look Look what I've become Describe to me how I look I'm not scared of dying I'm not scared of death I'll keep a smile 'til my last breath I've loved 'til I've lost I've lived how I felt One day I will find peace within myself Boyish grin, it bears me well Where can I begin? Don't forget I'm still around How the wind feels free Behind the smile I fade away The wayward days are gone I love this power I love this power I love this power that's crushed so easily I love this power I'm not scared of dying I'm not scared of death I'll keep a smile 'til my last breath I've loved 'til I've lost I've lived how I felt One day I will find peace within myself I want to take all the sadness Of the world from your shoulders I want to take all the sadness Of the world from your shoulders I want to take all the sadness |
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from Ed Harcourt - The Beautiful Lie (2006)
I wish you the most success
More than I could ever have I wish you the most happiness And good friends are hard to find Don't make the mistakes I've made And if you do don't be afraid The greatest lie that there is Is to believe what they all say Social loners and deadbeat hacks I open my arms for you Cynical romantics want their money back And you know much more Than I ever knew Even though I pretended to Churchgoers wait for the bells to chime And I'm in a non-defeatist state of mind I know you'll shine in the limelight God knows you've done it before All the girls who dig all your mental scars And the boys who pat you on the back You and I may take a different path But I'll still be cheering you on You know much more Than I ever knew Even though I pretended to I wish you the most success More than I could ever have I wish you the most happiness And good friends are hard to find Good friends are hard to find |
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from Ed Harcourt - The Beautiful Lie (2006)
The whole town nearly died
When rocks flew from the sky The stray dogs whined and howled At dark foreboding clouds The mayor screamed and fled The priest hid under his bed Uprooted trees did spin To the sound of a merciless wind Will you love me when I'm old? I'm still hoping I can get that far No one escaped the whirlwind's hold Except the jailer and his pack of cards And I sit outside watching falling stars Playing D minor chords on a Spanish guitar Well clothes blew through the streets And so did cinema seats Their souls could not be saved I dug a thousand graves Will you love me when I'm old? I'm still hoping I can get that far No one escaped the whirlwind's hold Except the jailer and his pack of cards And I sit outside watching falling stars Playing D minor chords on a Spanish guitar |
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from Ed Harcourt - The Beautiful Lie (2006)
Got a visit from the dead dog
He slept at the end of my bed last night He could tell I was fading And somehow fighting against the light And everyday when I open my eyes I see unwanted funerals Maybe I'll be buried alive But I've never seen you so beautiful Oh, I'm staying in today And watch the others play Oh, wash my sins away Like all good children, I mean what I say I guess God has the last laugh From up on high he lets us kill And his people die for their faith And we call it triumph of the will All the theories in my own head Fragment and bump into themselves I'll run instead of taking a walk Instead of sixes I see twelves Oh, I'm staying in today And watch the others play Oh, wash my sins away Like all good children, I mean what I say Run where you've never been before Lest the dead dog chases you home Run where you've never been before Lest the dead dog chases you home Oh, I'm staying in today And watch the others play Oh, wash my sins away Like all good children, I mean what I say Run where you've never been before Lest the dead dog chases you home Run where you've never been before Lest the dead dog chases you home |
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from Ed Harcourt - The Beautiful Lie (2006)
You only call me when you're drunk
Deplorable old friend, somewhere in the East end I guess you have me on speed-dial For your eyesight is too blurred, to text me any words I've got no bone to pick with you Don't be a mournful dog, I just want it to stop As dreamers we'd scream all the songs That we'd known all our lives off the roofs of the city bankers Break in the windows, burn all the documents Rich daddy's boys bunch of... You only call me when you're drunk Cursing down the phone, you can't stand being alone I picture you asleep on a bench Half frozen in the snow, someone I used to know Give all your sadness a last embrace Turn up sober at my place, we'll talk about it face to face As dreamers we'd scream all the songs That we'd known all our lives off the roofs of the city bankers Break in the windows, burn all the documents Rich daddy's boys... Rich daddy's boys! You only call me when you're drunk... |
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from Ed Harcourt - The Beautiful Lie (2006)
Found his memoirs in an old junk shop
Dated from 1916 Sentenced to death while still shell-shocked For deserting the infantry Blindfold on and one step back No need to get upset Don't be hasty with the trigger boys Let him smoke his one last cigarette Down in the hospital on the 9th ward An old man scratches his head Reaching into his bedside drawer He waits 'til the nurse is downstairs 'I'm nearly cured I've been so brave And there's no need to fret I'm gonna really quit this time Let me smoke my one last cigarette' Straight as a corkscrew As bright as the night Blind to the horror Blind to the very horror of this sorry life The awkward girl with a broken heart Smashes her mirror until it fractures Leaning down she picks up a shard And ponders to question her actions A selfish act, she's full aware But the best one she's done yet With tired eyes and steady hands She'll smoke her one last cigarette Straight as a corkscrew As bright as the night Blind to the horror Blind to the very horror of this sorry life |
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from Ed Harcourt - The Beautiful Lie (2006)
Hanging off the bridge by a fingernail
Trapped in the harbour when the ship set sail Boy you're one card short of the pack Begging for your baby to take you back Stubbed a cigarette out on his hand Scrawls her name across the sand But it disappears like King Canute The tide didn't like his attitude Always shadowboxing Face up and throw your gloves in Lose your imaginary friends Always good for nothing She can't ever love him No man is ever innocent Bouncing off the walls with no wish to land Erase your fingerprints and your retina scan 'Cause there's no point in the life that he should lead Chain his leg to a piano and sink through the weeds Gone are all the dreams that last forever He towed the line when never meant never They had something better than the cynical beast Weren't sucked in by the popular disease Always shadowboxing Face up and throw your gloves in Lose your imaginary friends Always good for nothing She can't ever love him No man is ever innocent |
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from Ed Harcourt - The Beautiful Lie (2006)
Be my late night partner
Oh pull me from the crowd With all of your old records We'll drink 'til we pass out Where are the moments that I feel so alive? I've lost everyone I need But music slays my heart and soul Every hour, day and week I'm on the edge of something beautiful I'm on the edge of something beautiful Sing with me 'til the end of time I love the way you read my mind Laughter makes you live so much longer Don't know if the pain makes you stronger Give me something that burns inside To make me shiver, to shut my eyes Late night partner don't bother sleeping Tell me all the secrets you're keeping I'm yearning for the good times So why don't you get up Do you feel like a teenage runaway Whose eyes are never shut? Where are the moments that I feel so alive? I've lost everyone I need But music keeps on saving me Every hour, day and week I'm on the edge of something beautiful I'm on the edge of something beautiful Sing with me 'til the end of time I love the way you read my mind Laughter makes you feel so much longer Don't know if the pain you stronger Give me something that burns inside To make me shiver, to shut my eyes Late night partner don't bother sleeping Tell you all the secrets I'm keeping Late night partner |
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from Ed Harcourt - The Beautiful Lie (2006)
To the Marxists and the police
To the junkies in the streets To the gangsters in our towns And the others underground To the prostitutes and whores To the self-admiring bores To the drinkers in a drought And the writers steeped in doubt To the bailiffs and their bills To the child whose thoughts could kill To the veteran who fights All his demons late at night To the bloody and unbowed Fanatics and their vows All the taxes we don't want To the idiot savant There's a revolution in my heart To the indier than thou To the stadiums of crowds To the vultures circling near A new kingdom of fear To the skinheads and the Sikhs To the rich and the elite To the serious dilettante To the idiot savant There's a revolution in my heart |
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from Ed Harcourt - The Beautiful Lie (2006)
If the world did end
Would you be my apocalyptic friend? Until tomorrow then If the skies did fall Would you pick up my last call? Until tomorrow then Navigate to the moon Flee the planet this afternoon Until tomorrow then With the waves rising high We'd be the first most likely to die Until tomorrow then I guess, it's you I miss 'Cause I just stare at the ceiling My stomach knots and twists You've created this feeling And I may be out of style But do you know what true love is? I'll make this all so worthwhile So let's rise above this Let's rise above this So I dug a tunnel underground And waited patiently to be found Until tomorrow then All my ideas make them laugh But in the end you will see they're not so daft And we'll have sorrow to spend I guess, it's you I miss 'Cause I just stare at the ceiling My stomach knots and twists You've created this feeling And I may be out of style But do you know what true love is? I'll make this all so worthwhile So let's rise above this Let's rise above this Let's rise above this |
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from Ed Harcourt - The Beautiful Lie (2006)
Scatterbraine, they smoked you out of the foxhole
Scatterbraine, you act like a priest in a brothel Naive charm, the idiot boy from the farm Father tried to save you with prayers and psalms Grace and Lydia and Dorothy The village idiot sent them to sleep Policeman O'Riley cannot believe That someone so dumb could be still On the run from the law Scatterbraine, the strength of an ox on cocaine Scatterbraine, are mother and father to blame? He's not insane, just a boy who goes searching for treasure Sunshine, rain, he'll find it whatever the weather Grace and Lydia and Dorothy The village idiot sent them to sleep Policeman O'Riley cannot believe That someone so dumb could be still On the run from the law This ain't no fairytale for you to cheer Some thing's ugly in the atmosphere This ain't no fairytale for you to cheer Some thing's ugly in the atmosphere And his name is Scatterbraine And his name is Scatterbraine |
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from Ed Harcourt - The Beautiful Lie (2006)
I'm the hunter, who's killed by his dog.
I'm the statue, burned down into lead. I'm the problem, you don't want to solve. I'm the lover, who dies in his bed. So rain on the pretty ones. Your useless lifes don't speak to us. Rain on the pretty ones. You leave no footprints in the dust. Adventurous, you used to be. But now you seem so dead to me. I'm the doctor, with a needle in his arm. I'm the cartoon, that makes you feel sad. I'm the secret, that everyone has. I'm the cancer, that never turns black. So rain on the pretty ones. Your useless lifes don't speak to us. Rain on the pretty ones. You leave no footprints in the dust. Adventurous, you used to be. But now you seem so dead to me. I'm the actor, who's scared to perform. I'm the sunshine, that hides in the clouds. I'm the father, that couldn't be found. I'm the cuckoo, that never flew south. I'm the Christian, that cannot forgive. I'm the dreamer, who jumps off the bridge. I'm the sinner, who hates how he lives. I'm the liar, who gets what he gives. |
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from Ed Harcourt - The Beautiful Lie (2006)
Oh, to have a pristine claw
These hands are old and sore The knuckles they ache, the bones they do break Oh, to have a youthful frown Bleed on the surgeon's gown Put plastic in me, I'm perfect you see Don't look older than 43 But really I'm 70 Now run young man and get my pills from the pharmacy Rearrange my face for a hefty fee I can't change the inside of me I'm a vampire of the 21st century Oh, to have a pristine claw Marry the doctor when I'm poor A face I can love, a cut that's above If, the aliens landed here They'd see why we're so weird We're destined to die, we're destined to die Don't look older than 43 But really I'm 70 Now run young man and get my pills from the pharmacy Rearrange my face for a hefty fee I can't change the inside of me I'm a vampire of the 21st century That's me, that's me, that's me, that's me... |
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from Ed Harcourt - The Beautiful Lie (2006)
Once I was a shadow of a man
Most dark nights my head was in it's hands I begged God to cure my aching limbs But he did nothing, he gave me no advice Didn't this God abandon Jesus Christ? Oh if it comes to you, I'll die for your sins I am the drug that you've been waiting for An urgent craving you cannot ignore I am the fix that you come back for more I am the drug Bring out the dead, I'll show them how to live Free their souls and watch them slowly drift Like feathers of a wounded bird I was wrapped up in a wooden box Ball and chain, head out on the block Oh, I wonder if you could say the final word? I am the drug that you've been waiting for An urgent craving you cannot ignore I am the fix that you come back for more I am the drug This is not a flash, a figment of your imagination I am much more then a first degree of separation Without me all the lines of reality will blur And the wall will breathe, close in like some forgotten curse I am the drug that you've been waiting for An urgent craving you cannot ignore I am the fix that you come back for more I am the drug |
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from Ed Harcourt - The Beautiful Lie (2006)
Fingertips are all I have
Have you heard the sea? The water's edge is all I have Have you heard it breathe? An endless sigh I cannot hear Here I cease to run Arid mouth so hard to speak Speak? Cat got my tongue Describe to me how I look Look what I've become Describe to me how I look I'm not scared of dying I'm not scared of death I'll keep a smile 'til my last breath I've loved 'til I've lost I've lived how I felt One day I will find peace within myself Boyish grin, it bears me well Where can I begin? Don't forget I'm still around How the wind feels free Behind the smile I fade away The wayward days are gone I love this power I love this power I love this power that's crushed so easily I love this power I'm not scared of dying I'm not scared of death I'll keep a smile 'til my last breath I've loved 'til I've lost I've lived how I felt One day I will find peace within myself I want to take all the sadness Of the world from your shoulders I want to take all the sadness Of the world from your shoulders I want to take all the sadness |
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from Ed Harcourt - The Beautiful Lie (2006)
I wish you the most success
More than I could ever have I wish you the most happiness And good friends are hard to find Don't make the mistakes I've made And if you do don't be afraid The greatest lie that there is Is to believe what they all say Social loners and deadbeat hacks I open my arms for you Cynical romantics want their money back And you know much more Than I ever knew Even though I pretended to Churchgoers wait for the bells to chime And I'm in a non-defeatist state of mind I know you'll shine in the limelight God knows you've done it before All the girls who dig all your mental scars And the boys who pat you on the back You and I may take a different path But I'll still be cheering you on You know much more Than I ever knew Even though I pretended to I wish you the most success More than I could ever have I wish you the most happiness And good friends are hard to find Good friends are hard to find |
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from Ed Harcourt - Here Be Monsters (2001)
Spider has eight legs you know Spins its web the patterns flow There's something in my eye Bloodshot in disguise God knows I really tried Making the big time Aiming to climb high Scattered seeds can't fight the cold Circus horse just wants to hold There's something in my eye Bloodshot in disguise God knows I'm really tired Let's make the big time Aiming to climb high Let's make the big time Aiming to climb high Aiming to climb high Spider has eight legs you know |
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from Ed Harcourt - Here Be Monsters (2001)
Well I hope God protects your soul I don't know if you should leave home alone Maybe you've been drinking from the Devil's bowl I can't express myself 'cause I'm not fully grown My heartache, is my mistake you see My heartache, is my mistake you see Well I am conscious of the way that I act But I won't betray you, you can be sure of that I'm not a pet who does tricks at the drop of a hat I wish I was fiction, I wish I was fact My heartache, is my mistake you see My heartache, is my mistake you see I need to build a wall around me I need to build a wall around me But I want to smile with everybody Would you say that is possessive of me? Would you say that is possessive of me? Yes we feel bad in winter We act a little bit strange The dark sky threatens me daily Makes me alter and change, change, change, change I need to build a wall around me I need to build a wall around me But I want to smile with everybody Would you say that is possessive of me? Would you say that is possessive of me? I need to build a wall around me I need to build a wall around me But I want to smile with everybody Would you say that is possessive of me? Would you say that is possessive of me? |
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from Ed Harcourt - Here Be Monsters (2001)
Well I burned all my travellers Cheques Just to show you my respect Then I hung myself out to dry And You looked at me and asked me why So I said I dont mind if I lose Cos if I win ill be so confused But thats not what you'd expect From the man whose plan is already wrecked And if you need to kiss me You'll most definitely miss me When im gone Well there's a thousand things i shouldn't do But if I do them I should do them with you So wont you fall into my arms again And hold me for the world may end And if you need to kiss me You'll most definitely miss me When im gone God you make me sing funny things about you You infect my mind all the time you do Well I just cant contain myself In fact im worried i might lose my health I cant eat sleep or hardly breathe I can hardly ever watch you leave And if you need to kiss me You'll most definitely miss me When im gone God you make me sing funny things about you You infect my mind all the time you do |
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from Ed Harcourt - Here Be Monsters (2001)
Moving like a dancing bear It's in my blood Falling down the marble stairs It's in my blood Oh my dear, that's the way I am made, I'm afraid Those crimson tears Drip on the floor, drip on the bar Those crimson tears Stain what I wore, drip on the bar Swinging a punch, connect to the eye It's in my blood I've got a hunch I should just stay quiet It's in my blood Oh my dear, that's the way I am made, I'm afraid Those crimson tears Drip on the bar, drip on the floor Those crimson tears Drip on the bar, stain what I wore |
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from Ed Harcourt - Here Be Monsters (2001)
Hey baby Jane, you have been climbing down the drain
And you run in the rain to the playground climbing frame And the air seems so good and moist and cool When you meet him by the swimming pool What's a girl to do? When you're locked up in Mother Goose's shoe And you're hanging, and you're hanging, and you're hanging With the wrong crowd You're hanging, and you're hanging, and you're hanging With the wrong crowd Dad owns a bank and is known by the name of Hank, And your Mum hates your pranks and she gives the Almighty thanks for your food, which is rank and puts him in a dangerous mood and it's true they hate your friends like you What's a girl to do? When you're yearning for something else new And you're hanging, and you're hanging, and you're hanging With the wrong crowd You're hanging, and you're hanging, and you're hanging With the wrong crowd You're hanging, you're hanging, you're hanging With the wrong crowd |
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from Ed Harcourt - Here Be Monsters (2001)
When you're on your own You walk in the rain You walk around the house Then walk around it again You pretend you're happy That you've got it all But don't be upset If you fall on your knees And beg like a dog I've reached a low, don't you know You're the apple of my eye I'm running low, with this show No matter how I try I'm sick of this angst, don't need thanks You're the apple of my eye I drink a lot of wine When I am alone I lose my track of time My ideas turn to stone I pretend I'm sad That I'm still so small But I'm not upset If I fall on my knees And beg like a dog I've reached a low, don't you know You're the apple of my eye I'm running low, with this show No matter how I try I'm sick of this angst, don't need thanks You're the apple of my eye I've reached a low, don't you know You're the apple of my eye I'm running low, with this show No matter how I try I'm sick of this angst, don't need thanks You're the apple of my eye |
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from Ed Harcourt - Here Be Monsters (2001)
Beneath the heart of darkness Lies an old machine that's dying Spluttering like an army of artillery sporadically firing The roots of the house are cracking, caving in There's no way out, it's trapped in Beneath the heart of darkness Lies an old machine that's reeling Forgotten dust and sunlight Silent and removed from feeling The peace in my mind is drowning, fading down There's nothing left burning, it's all out Beneath the heart of darkness Lies an old machine that's... Beneath the heart of darkness Beneath the heart of darkness Beneath the heart of darkness Beneath the heart of darkness |
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from Ed Harcourt - Here Be Monsters (2001)
Oh my deserted one You must put down your father's gun When the sundial reaches midday Shut your eyes and then look away Something's wrong, they're all gone I will walk through the long, long grass and say your name Shot through the chest and head She killed everyone stone dead And the wind blew once more through the trees Now she's coming straight back to me Little things, the insect's sting I will walk through the long, long grass and say you're Running from the dark Look what you have done Running from the dark Look what you have done But you can't run from me 'Cause I'm the wind through the trees No you can't hide from me Running from the dark Look what you have done Running from the dark Look what you have done But you can't run from me 'Cause I'm the wind through the trees No you can't hide from me 'Cause I'm the wind through the trees |
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from Ed Harcourt - Here Be Monsters (2001)
Sad, blue, the world is upside down And birds fly backwards Cats, dogs, fall first upon the ground And birds fly backwards Packed bags in the hallway Where we used to play all day We're hitting the road that Leads us back again Sad, blue, the future's not too clear And birds fly backwards Clouds tower, I have nothing to fear And birds fly backwards Packed bags in the hallway Where we used to play all day We're hitting the road that Leads us back again To the same old world we left |
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from Ed Harcourt - Here Be Monsters (2001)
Let's move away together, go interplanetary Maybe in Chinese weather, where it's sanitary I'll go out trawler fishing, yeah we'll have tuna steak I'm on a special mission, for us to have a break We'll climb the corporate buildings Spray-paint the outside walls You bet that they'll be yielding When the castle falls We'll swim beneath the ocean Near the coral reef I have a certain notion That it will not be brief We're going to Shanghai To watch the red sky We're moving to Shanghai Goodbye, goodbye We're going to Shanghai So don't you cry We're moving to Shanghai Looks like we might have made it Put on your silkworm dress You look so beautiful and I look such a mess Across the city's landscape, the sun burns crimson red Maybe the moon will wait, before we go to bed We're going to Shanghai To watch the red sky We're moving to Shanghai Goodbye, goodbye We're going to Shanghai So don't you cry We're moving to Shanghai Maybe, maybe we'll have a fresh new start I'll learn the martial arts We'll have our own rickshaw cart We're moving to Shanghai |
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from Ed Harcourt - Here Be Monsters (2001)
Out of nowhere I was there
But you took your time No one thought that I could get you Then they changed their minds You know that I have a perfect plan Drown in each other like only lovers can Something is bound to come your way And I'll watch you run astray Walk amongst the others Clearly state your aim Slide beneath the covers And I will say your name In the city, crowds run wild Like ants on a farm Villains may commit their crimes But I won't do you harm You know that I have a perfect plan Drown in each other like only lovers can Something is bound to come your way And I'll watch you run astray Like only lovers can Like only lovers can Like only lovers can |
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from Ed Harcourt - From Every Sphere (2004)
If I could only see straight
I wouldn't be lonley these days I'd drag my body out of this place And every sunday I sleep And pray that my soul will keep for I'll sit in the river and let the water creep Bittersweetheart, bittersweetheart You've been god to me Bittersweetheart, bittersweetheart You've been good to me Well I've travelled around the earth And still I wonder if I'm the first Human being who questions his worth And every word that you speak Makes my heart sing when it's weak For often this outlook on life can be bleak Bittersweetheart, bittersweetheart You've been god to me Bittersweetheart, bittersweetheart You've been good to me Bittersweetheart, bittersweetheart You've been god to me Bittersweetheart, bittersweetheart You've been good to me Bittersweetheart, bittersweetheart You've been good to me |
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from Ed Harcourt - From Every Sphere (2004)
With beady black eyes, the bluebird has died It's feathers have dried, it couldn't survive From the winter's grasp, nothing ever lasts But you and I know, the seasons are slow The rivers they froze, the wind always blows Down all our dreams, the engine's out of steam All of your days will be blessed So put on a smile and get dressed Into the void we will fly away from here All of your thoughts will be crowned You'll be the toast of town Into the view of a million crystal spheres Pitchfork in my foot, I tried the best I could Dragging all this wood, with a rusty old fishhook To feed the figher and make our blood flow higher But I'm a stubborn man, the sun needs my command I'm gonna make a stand, condemnd this twisted land I'm sure you'd agree, but I can't leave you see All of your days will be blessed So put on a smile and get dressed Into the void we will fly away from here All of your thoughts will be crowned You'll be the toast of town Into the view of a million crystal spheres All of your days will be blessed So put on a smile and get dressed Into the void we will fly away from here All of your thoughts will be crowned You'll be the toast of town Into the view of a million crystal spheres But you and I know, the seasons are slow The rivers they froze, the wind always blows Down all our dreams, the engine's out of steam |
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from Ed Harcourt - From Every Sphere (2004)
Hey - what's that sound in the bathroom
Hey - they're the voices in my head Hey - put your money where your head lays Hey - never sleep in your bed Hey - organise random chaos Hey - sinking deep in the sand Hey - link your arm to span another Hey - then you clap your clammy hands Creepy crawlies makes the best of life they can But I'm not overwhelmed, understand? Days are dropping like a ripe tomato And baby, I've grown into a different man Ghost Writer in the heart of the duplicated system everywhere I look Ghost Writer makes a start in the duplicated system with a brand new hook Hey Hey - living up a hollow treehole Hey - making secret documents Hey Hey - taking pictures of he suburbs Hey Hey - you wonder where the money went I've seen it, heard it all before I've seen it, heard it all before Creepy crawlies makes the best of life they can But I'm not overwhelmed, understand? Days are dropping like a ripe tomato And baby, I've grown into a different man Ghost writer in the heart of the duplicated system everywhere I look Ghost writer makes a start in the duplicated system with a brand new book Ghost writer in the heart of the duplicated system everywhere I look Ghost writer makes a start in the duplicated system with a brand new hook... |
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from Ed Harcourt - From Every Sphere (2004)
If i could only see straight
I wouldn't ve lonley these days I'd drag my body out of this place And every sunday i sleep And pray that my soul will keep For i'll sit in the river and let the water creep Bittersweretheart, bittersweetheart You've been god to me Bittersweetheart, bittersweetheart You've been good to me Well i've travelled around the earth And still i wonder if i'm the first Human being who questions his worth And every word that you speak Makes my heart sing when it's weak For often this outlook on life can be bleak Bittersweetheart, bittersweetheart You've been god to me Bittersweetheart, bittersweetheart You've been good to me Bittersweetheart, bittersweetheart You've been god to me bittersweetheart, bottersweetheart You've been good to me Bittersweetheart, bittersweetheart You've been good to me |
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from Ed Harcourt - From Every Sphere (2004)
Sister Renee, the jack of all trades
Don't put that hatchet in my back, in my back Watch myself fade on the bed that was made Not by nurse Ratchet but by you, yeah by you Your uniform fits the charm and the wit Life on the top floor, by my side, by my side I'm down in a pit with nowhere to sit With a wrought iron door that separates us, separates You gave me some poppyseed And we lay here for hours Heal these blisters, sacred sister I will miss her so Heal these blisters, sacred sister I will miss her so Sister Renee, you've got it made Moving to a place that is warm, oh so warm What can I say, I want you to stay I'll touch your face with my fingers and my thumbs You gave me some poppyseed And we lay here for hours Heal these blisters, sacred sister I will miss her so Heal these blisters, sacred sister I will miss her so I will miss her so, I will miss her so I will miss her so |
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from Ed Harcourt - From Every Sphere (2004)
Down in the valley where the river flows There's a man with a long black coat Rain is falling and clouds that are black On the coffin that starts to float Children they cry When they look eye to eye Stay in your home When the undertaker roams Your town The Funeral director is a busy man He must do the job on time Tape measures, nails and a clawhammer beckon To bind the wood that binds Children they cry When they look eye to eye Stay in your home When the undertaker roams Your town Blind as a bat Chain up the soul Don't chew the fat Just hide in a hole Down in the valley where the river flows There's a man with a long black coat Rain is falling and clouds that char black On the coffin that starts to float Children they cry When they look eye to eye Stay in your home When the undertaker roams Your town Blind as a bat Chain up the soul Don't chew the fat Just hide in a hole |
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from Ed Harcourt - From Every Sphere (2004)
When the clock strikes dead on midnight
books fly through the hall All the lampshades turn and rotate She walks through the wall With hands in pockets I search for rockets that might light up the sky Have become more withdrawn since I was first born But I never know why I see my body float like leaves Every day I want to breathe Rap my knuckles 'til they bleed A river deep If I had sharp claws I'd get on all fours and scratch your back for free But it's been written, these nails are bitten I know what I could be I see my body float like leaves Every day I want to breathe Rap my knuckles 'til they bleed A river deep |
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from Ed Harcourt - From Every Sphere (2004)
Making an appearance at the club tonight
Playing some songs that I think are alright I'm not post-modern just a man who can bark And bite with teeth that leave a mark In the winter your eyes are gray But in the spring they sparkle away I'm on a mission to make some amends Whilst I'm gone this might all end Oh, it's like I'm part of the jetset Respectively, I haven't been that reckless yet Drift through the air like a paper plane Rainbow colors pulsate through the brain I'm aware that I'm speaking but the words come out wrong So I'll put it across in a simple song Oh, it's like I'm part of the jetset Respectively, I haven't been that reckless Never have I been part of any scene Just remember this, it's just you and me You're alone it's true, I break my bones for you My soul is constantly beaten black and blue Never have I been part of any scene Just remember this, it's just you and me Ooh, jetsetter, ooh, jetsetter Ooh, jetsetter, ooh, jetsetter Ooh, jetsetter, ooh, jetsetter Ooh, jetsetter |
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from Ed Harcourt - From Every Sphere (2004)
You know it feels nice, watching the sun come up
and I쨈ve realised I can never return Oh babe it feels good, watching the sun come up I can attack the day with the will to burn And the sky is a picture of violence Blood red and steely blue It has beauty that could never be silenced Oh yeah it reminds me of you And if you쨈re broken down lying face on the ground it쨈s too late For i쨈ve seen it all as the shadows fall When the dawn breakes I could never be beyond repair I could never be beyond repair Watching the sun come up And my hands; they are shaking Whilst my feet they cannot turn It쨈s all making sense; I쨈m finally taking Each day with the will to burn And the sky is a picture of violence Blood red and steely blue It has beauty that could never be silenced Oh yeah it reminds me of you And if you쨈re broken down lying face on the ground it쨈s too late For i쨈ve seen it all as the shadows fall When the dawn breakes I could never be beyond repair I could never be beyond repair Watching the sun come up It all could happen if I want it to (x 4) It feels nice watching the sun come up and I쨈ve realised I can never return Babe it feels good watching the sun come up I can attack the day with the will to burn... |
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from Ed Harcourt - From Every Sphere (2004)
Oh beware of bleeding lung
and bugs that eat their young The demons in your head The wolves under your bead The bones of dinosaurs hidden below the floors They rattle and they shake and make the sound that... Wakes me up most every night Breaks me softly Fireflies take flight The sandman you must trust he sprinkles golden dust The howling of the owl makes me sleepwalk on clouds A thousand pianos play I still hear them the next day A barrel full of snakes they make the sound that... Wakes me up most every night Breaks me softly Fireflies take flight The thorn that stays so firmly in my side These fireflies leave me behind The bones of dinosaurs hidden below the floors They rattle and they shake and make the sound that... Wakes me up most every night Breaks me softly Fireflies... Wakes me up most every night Breaks me softly Fireflies take flight |
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from Ed Harcourt - From Every Sphere (2004)
Oh baby, can't you see
When you get mad at me Your eyes light up your face Oh baby, just a minute If both my wrists were sled you're banish them a new style and grace And it's not over I don't think it will be We are joined at the hips like siamese twins That's a metaphor The feelings that I store I confess I love you so I confess I love you so I confess I love you so But you know With you I'll never bored Yes man, you struck a chord That makes me shiver and mumble I'm jumping at the bid I need my daily fix Oh my Oh world will crumble And it's not over I don't think it will be We are joined at the hips like siamese twins That's a metaphor The feelings that I store I confess I love you so I confess I love you so I confess I love you so But you know Come wrap your arms around Your man who is back in town Who loves to watch you smile Don't know if I should laugh or cry With you sleeping by my side I hear your silencefull minds And it's not over I don't think it will be We are joined at the hips like siamese twins That's a metaphor The feelings that I store I confess I love you so I confess I love you so I confess I love you so But you know |
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from Ed Harcourt - From Every Sphere (2004)
Take me far away
And make me lose control For now I need to pray Think of forgotten souls Disappear from every sphere Watch them high Then slowly die Then slowly die If you shut your eyes You'll float through the blackest hole So sure in night time sky You see forgotten souls Disappear from every sphere Watch them high Then slowly die Then slowly die Then slowly die Then slowly die Then slowly die...etc |
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from Ed Harcourt - From Every Sphere (2004)
I've been disguised by sunken eye
I sleep in cars and shout at stars The killer said I'm not quite dead [Unverified] replied then I must hide Please don't say I'm stuck in wood That I could sink like metal should And I see the ocean envelope me Like I was meant to be a baby And I see the ocean envelope me Like I was meant to be a baby An old scrap heap, I heard him creep He sawed the rust and struck at dusk All my hope he crushed and choked So my life won't wait inside this crate And please don't say I'm stuck in wood That I could sink like metal should And I see the ocean envelope me Like I was meant to be a baby And I see the ocean envelope me Like I was meant to be a baby, oh |
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from Ed Harcourt - From Every Sphere (2004)
If I could only see straight
I wouldn't be lonley these days I'd drag my body out of this place And every sunday I sleep And pray that my soul will keep for I'll sit in the river and let the water creep Bittersweetheart, bittersweetheart You've been god to me Bittersweetheart, bittersweetheart You've been good to me Well I've travelled around the earth And still I wonder if I'm the first Human being who questions his worth And every word that you speak Makes my heart sing when it's weak For often this outlook on life can be bleak Bittersweetheart, bittersweetheart You've been god to me Bittersweetheart, bittersweetheart You've been good to me Bittersweetheart, bittersweetheart You've been god to me Bittersweetheart, bittersweetheart You've been good to me Bittersweetheart, bittersweetheart You've been good to me |
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from Ed Harcourt - From Every Sphere (2004)
With beady black eyes, the bluebird has died It's feathers have dried, it couldn't survive From the winter's grasp, nothing ever lasts But you and I know, the seasons are slow The rivers they froze, the wind always blows Down all our dreams, the engine's out of steam All of your days will be blessed So put on a smile and get dressed Into the void we will fly away from here All of your thoughts will be crowned You'll be the toast of town Into the view of a million crystal spheres Pitchfork in my foot, I tried the best I could Dragging all this wood, with a rusty old fishhook To feed the figher and make our blood flow higher But I'm a stubborn man, the sun needs my command I'm gonna make a stand, condemnd this twisted land I'm sure you'd agree, but I can't leave you see All of your days will be blessed So put on a smile and get dressed Into the void we will fly away from here All of your thoughts will be crowned You'll be the toast of town Into the view of a million crystal spheres All of your days will be blessed So put on a smile and get dressed Into the void we will fly away from here All of your thoughts will be crowned You'll be the toast of town Into the view of a million crystal spheres But you and I know, the seasons are slow The rivers they froze, the wind always blows Down all our dreams, the engine's out of steam |
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from Ed Harcourt - From Every Sphere (2004)
Hey - what's that sound in the bathroom
Hey - they're the voices in my head Hey - put your money where your head lays Hey - never sleep in your bed Hey - organise random chaos Hey - sinking deep in the sand Hey - link your arm to span another Hey - then you clap your clammy hands Creepy crawlies makes the best of life they can But I'm not overwhelmed, understand? Days are dropping like a ripe tomato And baby, I've grown into a different man Ghost Writer in the heart of the duplicated system everywhere I look Ghost Writer makes a start in the duplicated system with a brand new hook Hey Hey - living up a hollow treehole Hey - making secret documents Hey Hey - taking pictures of he suburbs Hey Hey - you wonder where the money went I've seen it, heard it all before I've seen it, heard it all before Creepy crawlies makes the best of life they can But I'm not overwhelmed, understand? Days are dropping like a ripe tomato And baby, I've grown into a different man Ghost writer in the heart of the duplicated system everywhere I look Ghost writer makes a start in the duplicated system with a brand new book Ghost writer in the heart of the duplicated system everywhere I look Ghost writer makes a start in the duplicated system with a brand new hook... |
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from Ed Harcourt - From Every Sphere (2004)
If i could only see straight
I wouldn't ve lonley these days I'd drag my body out of this place And every sunday i sleep And pray that my soul will keep For i'll sit in the river and let the water creep Bittersweretheart, bittersweetheart You've been god to me Bittersweetheart, bittersweetheart You've been good to me Well i've travelled around the earth And still i wonder if i'm the first Human being who questions his worth And every word that you speak Makes my heart sing when it's weak For often this outlook on life can be bleak Bittersweetheart, bittersweetheart You've been god to me Bittersweetheart, bittersweetheart You've been good to me Bittersweetheart, bittersweetheart You've been god to me bittersweetheart, bottersweetheart You've been good to me Bittersweetheart, bittersweetheart You've been good to me |
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from Ed Harcourt - From Every Sphere (2004)
Sister Renee, the jack of all trades
Don't put that hatchet in my back, in my back Watch myself fade on the bed that was made Not by nurse Ratchet but by you, yeah by you Your uniform fits the charm and the wit Life on the top floor, by my side, by my side I'm down in a pit with nowhere to sit With a wrought iron door that separates us, separates You gave me some poppyseed And we lay here for hours Heal these blisters, sacred sister I will miss her so Heal these blisters, sacred sister I will miss her so Sister Renee, you've got it made Moving to a place that is warm, oh so warm What can I say, I want you to stay I'll touch your face with my fingers and my thumbs You gave me some poppyseed And we lay here for hours Heal these blisters, sacred sister I will miss her so Heal these blisters, sacred sister I will miss her so I will miss her so, I will miss her so I will miss her so |
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from Ed Harcourt - From Every Sphere (2004)
Down in the valley where the river flows There's a man with a long black coat Rain is falling and clouds that are black On the coffin that starts to float Children they cry When they look eye to eye Stay in your home When the undertaker roams Your town The Funeral director is a busy man He must do the job on time Tape measures, nails and a clawhammer beckon To bind the wood that binds Children they cry When they look eye to eye Stay in your home When the undertaker roams Your town Blind as a bat Chain up the soul Don't chew the fat Just hide in a hole Down in the valley where the river flows There's a man with a long black coat Rain is falling and clouds that char black On the coffin that starts to float Children they cry When they look eye to eye Stay in your home When the undertaker roams Your town Blind as a bat Chain up the soul Don't chew the fat Just hide in a hole |
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from Ed Harcourt - From Every Sphere (2004)
When the clock strikes dead on midnight
books fly through the hall All the lampshades turn and rotate She walks through the wall With hands in pockets I search for rockets that might light up the sky Have become more withdrawn since I was first born But I never know why I see my body float like leaves Every day I want to breathe Rap my knuckles 'til they bleed A river deep If I had sharp claws I'd get on all fours and scratch your back for free But it's been written, these nails are bitten I know what I could be I see my body float like leaves Every day I want to breathe Rap my knuckles 'til they bleed A river deep |
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from Ed Harcourt - From Every Sphere (2004)
Making an appearance at the club tonight
Playing some songs that I think are alright I'm not post-modern just a man who can bark And bite with teeth that leave a mark In the winter your eyes are gray But in the spring they sparkle away I'm on a mission to make some amends Whilst I'm gone this might all end Oh, it's like I'm part of the jetset Respectively, I haven't been that reckless yet Drift through the air like a paper plane Rainbow colors pulsate through the brain I'm aware that I'm speaking but the words come out wrong So I'll put it across in a simple song Oh, it's like I'm part of the jetset Respectively, I haven't been that reckless Never have I been part of any scene Just remember this, it's just you and me You're alone it's true, I break my bones for you My soul is constantly beaten black and blue Never have I been part of any scene Just remember this, it's just you and me Ooh, jetsetter, ooh, jetsetter Ooh, jetsetter, ooh, jetsetter Ooh, jetsetter, ooh, jetsetter Ooh, jetsetter |
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from Ed Harcourt - From Every Sphere (2004)
You know it feels nice, watching the sun come up
and I쨈ve realised I can never return Oh babe it feels good, watching the sun come up I can attack the day with the will to burn And the sky is a picture of violence Blood red and steely blue It has beauty that could never be silenced Oh yeah it reminds me of you And if you쨈re broken down lying face on the ground it쨈s too late For i쨈ve seen it all as the shadows fall When the dawn breakes I could never be beyond repair I could never be beyond repair Watching the sun come up And my hands; they are shaking Whilst my feet they cannot turn It쨈s all making sense; I쨈m finally taking Each day with the will to burn And the sky is a picture of violence Blood red and steely blue It has beauty that could never be silenced Oh yeah it reminds me of you And if you쨈re broken down lying face on the ground it쨈s too late For i쨈ve seen it all as the shadows fall When the dawn breakes I could never be beyond repair I could never be beyond repair Watching the sun come up It all could happen if I want it to (x 4) It feels nice watching the sun come up and I쨈ve realised I can never return Babe it feels good watching the sun come up I can attack the day with the will to burn... |
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from Ed Harcourt - From Every Sphere (2004)
Oh beware of bleeding lung
and bugs that eat their young The demons in your head The wolves under your bead The bones of dinosaurs hidden below the floors They rattle and they shake and make the sound that... Wakes me up most every night Breaks me softly Fireflies take flight The sandman you must trust he sprinkles golden dust The howling of the owl makes me sleepwalk on clouds A thousand pianos play I still hear them the next day A barrel full of snakes they make the sound that... Wakes me up most every night Breaks me softly Fireflies take flight The thorn that stays so firmly in my side These fireflies leave me behind The bones of dinosaurs hidden below the floors They rattle and they shake and make the sound that... Wakes me up most every night Breaks me softly Fireflies... Wakes me up most every night Breaks me softly Fireflies take flight |
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from Ed Harcourt - From Every Sphere (2004)
Oh baby, can't you see
When you get mad at me Your eyes light up your face Oh baby, just a minute If both my wrists were sled you're banish them a new style and grace And it's not over I don't think it will be We are joined at the hips like siamese twins That's a metaphor The feelings that I store I confess I love you so I confess I love you so I confess I love you so But you know With you I'll never bored Yes man, you struck a chord That makes me shiver and mumble I'm jumping at the bid I need my daily fix Oh my Oh world will crumble And it's not over I don't think it will be We are joined at the hips like siamese twins That's a metaphor The feelings that I store I confess I love you so I confess I love you so I confess I love you so But you know Come wrap your arms around Your man who is back in town Who loves to watch you smile Don't know if I should laugh or cry With you sleeping by my side I hear your silencefull minds And it's not over I don't think it will be We are joined at the hips like siamese twins That's a metaphor The feelings that I store I confess I love you so I confess I love you so I confess I love you so But you know |
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from Ed Harcourt - From Every Sphere (2004)
Take me far away
And make me lose control For now I need to pray Think of forgotten souls Disappear from every sphere Watch them high Then slowly die Then slowly die If you shut your eyes You'll float through the blackest hole So sure in night time sky You see forgotten souls Disappear from every sphere Watch them high Then slowly die Then slowly die Then slowly die Then slowly die Then slowly die...etc |
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from Ed Harcourt - All of Your Days Will Be Blessed [ep] (2003)
With beady black eyes, the bluebird has died It's feathers have dried, it couldn't survive From the winter's grasp, nothing ever lasts But you and I know, the seasons are slow The rivers they froze, the wind always blows Down all our dreams, the engine's out of steam All of your days will be blessed So put on a smile and get dressed Into the void we will fly away from here All of your thoughts will be crowned You'll be the toast of town Into the view of a million crystal spheres Pitchfork in my foot, I tried the best I could Dragging all this wood, with a rusty old fishhook To feed the figher and make our blood flow higher But I'm a stubborn man, the sun needs my command I'm gonna make a stand, condemnd this twisted land I'm sure you'd agree, but I can't leave you see All of your days will be blessed So put on a smile and get dressed Into the void we will fly away from here All of your thoughts will be crowned You'll be the toast of town Into the view of a million crystal spheres All of your days will be blessed So put on a smile and get dressed Into the void we will fly away from here All of your thoughts will be crowned You'll be the toast of town Into the view of a million crystal spheres But you and I know, the seasons are slow The rivers they froze, the wind always blows Down all our dreams, the engine's out of steam |
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from Ed Harcourt - All of Your Days Will Be Blessed [ep] (2003)
With beady black eyes, the bluebird has died It's feathers have dried, it couldn't survive From the winter's grasp, nothing ever lasts But you and I know, the seasons are slow The rivers they froze, the wind always blows Down all our dreams, the engine's out of steam All of your days will be blessed So put on a smile and get dressed Into the void we will fly away from here All of your thoughts will be crowned You'll be the toast of town Into the view of a million crystal spheres Pitchfork in my foot, I tried the best I could Dragging all this wood, with a rusty old fishhook To feed the figher and make our blood flow higher But I'm a stubborn man, the sun needs my command I'm gonna make a stand, condemnd this twisted land I'm sure you'd agree, but I can't leave you see All of your days will be blessed So put on a smile and get dressed Into the void we will fly away from here All of your thoughts will be crowned You'll be the toast of town Into the view of a million crystal spheres All of your days will be blessed So put on a smile and get dressed Into the void we will fly away from here All of your thoughts will be crowned You'll be the toast of town Into the view of a million crystal spheres But you and I know, the seasons are slow The rivers they froze, the wind always blows Down all our dreams, the engine's out of steam |
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from Ed Harcourt - Born In The '70s (Clean End Version) [single] (2004)
I was born the year punk broke
Days before the king was dead It was the year of the snake I was a red-faced child Who stumbled where he tread Was kept in orderly file My parents name me Ed I tried my hardest to smile And like my daddy said I've tried to be myself Sometimes daydreaming for hours Wishing for a dangerous life Cut the leash some slack Run into the morning light Race the trains by the track Until my mouth feels dry But can you count on me? I might let you down In a world that is so sensational No you can count on me I'm living for the now Up against the older generation's wall Born in the '70s Born in the '70s After a length of time You're this parody Just like the record's stuck Always repeating the past That never liked you before You had no reason to last We're in a silent war A telepathic blast And like my daddy said These are exciting times The future grabs my throat And let's me know it's alright If I believe in love Then I believe in hate too I'll taste the darker stuff To find some lasting truth |
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from Ed Harcourt - You Put A Spell On Me [single] (2007)
Bring you flowers in the morning
I don't know what else to do Got a suitcase and a passport But all I really want is you I'm not sure if I can fake it I only write songs when I'm sad But being isn't all I've had Since... You put a spell on me There's no escaping when You put a spell on me I can't explain Why You put a spell on me Yeah, you put a spell on me Made a painting for your birthday For my words they come out wrong Couldn't say the things I'm feeling So I threw them in a song I'm not sure if I can take it If I'm the last romantic alive Still star crossed til my dying You put a spell on me There's no escaping You put a spell on me I can't explain why You put a spell on me And I never speak Since you put a spell on me Wasn't sure if I could make it As everyday kept passing by Then I felt in a blink of an eye Cause... You put a spell on me There's no escaping You put a spell on me I can't explain why You put a spell on me And I never speak, only saying Since you put a spell on me |
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from Ed Harcourt - Something In My Eye [single] (2001)
Spider has eight legs you know
Spins its web the patterns flow There's something in my eye Bloodshot in disguise God knows I really tried Making the big time Aiming to climb high Scattered seeds can't fight the cold Circus horse just wants to hold There's something in my eye Bloodshot in disguise God knows I'm really tired Let's make the big time Aiming to climb high Let's make the big time Aiming to climb high Aiming to climb high Spider has eight legs you know |
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from Ed Harcourt - Until Tomorrow Then - The Best Of Ed Harcourt (2007)
I was born the year punk broke
Days before the king was dead It was the year of the snake I was a red-faced child Who stumbled where he tread Was kept in orderly file My parents name me Ed I tried my hardest to smile And like my daddy said I've tried to be myself Sometimes daydreaming for hours Wishing for a dangerous life Cut the leash some slack Run into the morning light Race the trains by the track Until my mouth feels dry But can you count on me? I might let you down In a world that is so sensational No you can count on me I'm living for the now Up against the older generation's wall Born in the '70s Born in the '70s After a length of time You're this parody Just like the record's stuck Always repeating the past That never liked you before You had no reason to last We're in a silent war A telepathic blast And like my daddy said These are exciting times The future grabs my throat And let's me know it's alright If I believe in love Then I believe in hate too I'll taste the darker stuff To find some lasting truth |
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from Ed Harcourt - Until Tomorrow Then - The Best Of Ed Harcourt (2007)
Well I burned all my travellers Cheques Just to show you my respect Then I hung myself out to dry And You looked at me and asked me why So I said I dont mind if I lose Cos if I win ill be so confused But thats not what you'd expect From the man whose plan is already wrecked And if you need to kiss me You'll most definitely miss me When im gone Well there's a thousand things i shouldn't do But if I do them I should do them with you So wont you fall into my arms again And hold me for the world may end And if you need to kiss me You'll most definitely miss me When im gone God you make me sing funny things about you You infect my mind all the time you do Well I just cant contain myself In fact im worried i might lose my health I cant eat sleep or hardly breathe I can hardly ever watch you leave And if you need to kiss me You'll most definitely miss me When im gone God you make me sing funny things about you You infect my mind all the time you do |
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