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To Be Somewhere
03:59
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I’ve found a room where we can live – it’s gonna be a palace
The guy before me broke it up, set fire to the mattress
I’m gonna buy some paint today – the landlord’s got some brushes
He’s gonna rent me
I reread your letter – I’m sure there’s no mistake
I’m waiting as instructed (I’m aching for you)
The traffic on the Westway means there’s always hell to pay
Pushing through the day, pushing through the night – to be somewhere.
The guys on the corner, they meet up every day
They drink ‘til they can’t drink no more, they go their separate ways
I sure could use some company, they seem to be quite friendly
Pushing through the day, pushing through the night – be somewhere
I’m pushing a rock, a rock up a hill
But it’s a beautiful hill and it’s a rock worth pushing
Pushing through the day, pushing through the night – to be somewhere
Everybody’s got to be somewhere
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Jonathan
03:44
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Dissolute boy, easily led
By fairweather friends – what was it you said?
That people only hurt you so leave them well alone
Better keep your distance, don’t ask too many questions
No way
And what about Jane – yeah, what about her?
She don’t like your friends, the place they’ve taken you
You don’t mean to hurt her but hurt her all the same
She’s all you ever wanted, but just forget to call her
Most days
Jonathan
What happens now, happens to you?
Pissing away another afternoon
Steady as she goes and you must surely know
You’re all she ever wanted, but she’s running out of reasons
To stay with you
Jonathan
So steady as she goes, and go she surely will
Your girl is gonna blow and I think you need to know
It’s your shout – it’s your shout
Jonathan
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Waiting For Annie Hall
04:01
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Drunk on Greek tequila
And stranded on the sofa
I’m killing time ‘til half past nine
The guys are due, and we all find her
Funny and sexy and clever and gorgeous
(Dig that midwestern drawl)
We gather at mine and we know every line
Yes, we’re waiting – waiting for Annie Hall
I publish modern fiction
I’m a limited edition
A life obsessed with those expressed
Through other people’s eyes
You’re funny and sexy and clever and gorgeous –
D’you have a number I can call?
Let’s meet up again so that I can explain
Why you remind me – remind me of Annie Hall.
I publish modern fiction
With limited conviction
I’m unimpressed with life undressed
And all that it implies
And though you’re funny and sexy and clever and gorgeous
I just can’t see you any more
Joanna and Jane will be glad to explain
Why you remind me – remind me of Annie Hall.
In Soho coffee houses
And fringe theatre foyers
At private views, in arthouse queues
The lovers I contrive to lose are
Funny and sexy and clever and gorgeous –
The rest I simply don’t recall
Long short or tall they are footnotes, that’s all
When you’re waiting, waiting for Annie Hall
Waiting for Rome to fall
Waiting for Spurs to score
Listening to Aznavour.
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Every Wind That Blows
04:22
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I’m a feather to every wind that blows
It’s no secret – everybody knows
I’ve got restless feet – the open road, the city street
Seems that I can’t live without it
We are feathers to every wind that blows
Blown together, and everybody knows
She’s got a history of saving the lives of men like me
Seems that I can’t live without her
No, it ain’t me who’s disappointed by this world
And it ain’t me can’t find no good in anything
No, it ain’t me who’s drinking gin straight from the bottle
‘cos the birds won’t keep from singing in the trees
But what the hell do I know, when I am just a feather –
To every wind that blows?
We are feathers and that’s the way it goes
Blown together, and some would say too close
She’s got a history of saving the lives of men like me
But I’m not sure that I need saving
She’s dropping hints around this place just like confetti
I’d put her straight if I thought that she would let me
She’s not overjoyed that I’m shooting the breeze with Leonard and Lloyd,
Who say there’s work in Pensecola
It ain’t just you who’s disappointed by this world
I guess it’s true you won’t find good in everything
I figure six weeks then the east coast for the winter
And I reckon you’ll find someone else OK
But what the hell do I know, when I am just a feather –
To every wind that blows?
And what blew us together?
Well heaven only knows.
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She's Nothing To Me
04:17
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She’s nothing to me as I empty the change from my jeans
She’s nothing to me as I load up the washing machine
She’s nothing to me and I follow the scent where she’s been
I’m nothing to her and she’s nothing no longer to me
I’m nothing to her - I’m a number she ain’t gonna call
I’m nothing to her – I’m the last on her list, that is all
I’m nothing to her, and to her I am no longer he
I’m nothing to her and she’s nothing no longer to me
Hey Mister! You got thirty seconds?
Are you selling me something or just keen on Jesus?
The mods and the rockers, the rappers and ravers
Conspiracy theorists and Martian believers,
The cruisers and bruisers, the duckers and divers,
The flush and the busted, the grim nine-to-fivers agree –
She’s nothing to me
She’s nothing to me and the barman says I should go home
I stumbled that’s all, can I trouble you, sir, for a loan?
There’s nothing to see, would you move along gentlemen, please?
I’m nothing to her and she’s nothing no longer to me
Hey Jesus! What’s the story?
I hear you’re not pulling ‘em in like you used to
Is it true what they say – that the firm’s going under,
If you need some advice here’s my telephone number
If the sun don’t come up and the sky’s falling in
‘cos your lover has gone, close your eyes and repeat after three:
She’s nothing to me
She’s nothing to me
She’s nothing to me
She’s nothing to me
The cruisers and bruisers, the duckers and divers
The flush and the busted rise up with one voice and decree:
She’s nothing to me
She’s nothing to me
She’s nothing to me
She’s nothing to me.
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The Talk Of Tinseltown
03:55
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All I want is everything
and mister I don’t want for anything
I say the word, they paint the sky
They’re standing by to paint the sky –
in Hollywood.
All I want is all you have
And I’m so fast I’m way ahead of you
D’you want to see a photograph
Of me and Frank Sinatra?
See him there, he’s clearly visible
Was there a call (I’m waiting for instructions)?
Was there a call from Hollywood at all?
The lines are down, maybe the lines are down
I don’t sleep so good these days, no sir
I’m rage and bone (yeah, rag and bone)
And I’m so fast I’m barely visible
All I want is everything
But I’ll take almost anything
Was there a call (I’m waiting for instructions)?
Was there a call from anyone at all?
The lines are down, I guess the lines are down
I don’t sleep at all these days, no sir
All I want is fries with that
And I’m prepared to work for union
D’you want to see a photograph – d’you want to take my number?
I’m the talk of Tinseltown
I’m the talk of Tinseltown, I am –
Just ask Frank Sinatra.
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Seven Dollar Haircut
04:01
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I’m gonna ride the Starlight, coach, to San Francisco
My head is full of dense ironic prose
There are folk I’ve gotta see in San Francisco
I know they’ll want to hear what I propose
I’m going to fix myself right up in San Francisco
Where I’ll observe a disciplined regime
I’m going to write every morning, make some calls and drink some coffee –
Navigate the literary scene
There are folk I’ve gotta see in San Francisco –
Contacts of a close friend in the know
I’ve got a seven dollar haircut, a notebook and some clothes,
Some contacts of a friend who’s in the know
I’m going to write every morning, make some calls – maybe drink some coffee
With some people an acquaintance claims to know
I’ve got a seven dollar haircut, my notebook and some clothes,
A head that’s full of dense ironic prose.
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Finger And Thumb
03:54
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Dynamo hum and the squeal of the wipers
The rain plays the roof like a brush on a drum
Banana-haired boy rocked to sleep by the camber
Crayola held tight between finger and thumb
Crayola held tight between finger and thumb
Crayola held tight – between finger and thumb.
Banana-haired boy – your world made anew
With every fresh pass of the wiper
The song of the tyres, the road rushing under
Crayola hung loose between finger and thumb
Crayola hung loose between finger and thumb
Crayola hung loose – between finger and thumb
Does the wind snatch the leaves,
or the tree shedding green
Make the breeze?
Does the moon rule the sea
Or the sea chase the moon through the trees –
Stripping leaves?
Banana-haired thrown awake in an instant
The rain on the roof like a brush on a drum
Or a child in a car heading somewhere at night
Crayola hung loose between finger and thumb
Fallen leaf fast between window and wiper –
Don’t drop that Crayola
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Run Aground
03:07
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Don’t you ever change
Lose it all for love
Or leave your laughing eyes
Outside your house.
Don’t waste it all on words –
On sorry notes from careless boys.
Don’t you ever say
You’d risk it all for love
And stake your laughing eyes
On coming through.
Waste all your wild words
On siren songs for handsome boys.
If you ever change
I swear I’ll turn around
And leave your laughing eyes
To light this flinted ground.
God damn those handsome boys -
And their careless words.
I talk a good fight
But I can’t get it right
‘Cos I’m cold when she’s hot
And I’m hot when she’s not
When the chips are down
When’s her fleet’s in town
When her siren sounds –
I just run aground.
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He only wants you when he’s drunker than drunk
When the landlord rings the bell
He’s got no place else to go to
So he thinks he might as well
He wanders down your road as the laughter turns to anger
And he tattoos his intentions on your door
You’ve never known love like it, it’s crazy and electric
It’s the other side of passion that you saw
He only needs you when he’s broker than broke
When his credit’s good nowhere
His friends now drink without him, just turn around –
He’ll be there
So tell me that he loves you, that he never pulls his punches
That he cries until the morning brings the sun
The power floods right through you as he begs you for forgiveness
It’s the other side of passion – are you done?
Because I’ve wanted you for a long, long time
Held you while you cried out for a dozen punchdrunk lovers
But you don’t see me – I can’t make you see that
There’s another side to passion and I guess you just can’t stop once you’ve begun, you’re
Mother Theresa, Elizabeth Taylor rolled into one, and that
Other side of passion
I guess it won.
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