She Never Could Resist A Winding Road
In the old cold embers of the year When joy and comfort disappear I search around to find her I’m a hundred miles behind her The open road whispered in her ear She Never Could Resist a Winding Road She Never Could Resist a Winding Road Maybe just around the bend The rainbow waiting at the end She Never Could Resist a Winding Road She never could stay any place too long To not be standing still’s where she belongs If you love her, better know She needs you now, but soon she’ll go She never could stay any place too long It’s not that she don’t care about you Say you love her, she don’t doubt you But she can learn to live without you When she hears the call Love her now then let her be Don’t tie her down, just set her free Too many things she wants to see The whole world, that’s all She Never Could Resist a Winding Road She Never Could Resist a Winding Road Maybe just around the bend The rainbow waiting at the end She Never Could Resist a Winding Road She Never Could Resist a Winding Road
Beatnik Walking
Hand me down my walking shoes And Mr. Murdoch’s news I’m going thunder rain or shine Got a papoose on my back We’re on the right track, Jack To leave the beatnik blues behind Amsterdam, where good things come in threes Ease your troubled mind and shoot the breeze Take the path down to the mill I’m going to get my fill I’m going to eat till the pot runs dry Anne Frank’s house and Rembrandt’s tomb I’d better make some room ‘Cause Brother Vincent’s on my mind Life goes on behind the tiles and chintzes Dirty water fit for kings and princes Dutch is not a loving tongue You say your piece and run You show you care in other ways Sailors in their Sunday best I’m feeling overdressed I’ve got to lose these blacks and greys Amsterdam, where good things come in threes Soothe your troubled mind and shoot the breeze Hand me down my walking shoes Hand me down my walking shoes Got to leave these beatnik blues behind
Patty Don’t You Put Me Down
Patty don’t tell me one thing and change your mind We might be in bed together but the deal’s not signed They say you collect shrunken heads, would you like to have mine? Patty Don’t You Put Me Down Don’t colour me cruel You’re so used to skimming the ace and palming the jack The right hand giving and the left hand taking it back At society functions they probably give you more slack Patty Don’t You Put Me Down Don’t colour me cruel You can stamp all you want, but this ain’t television I can’t fix it all with a small incision It’s a meltdown you’re having, not nuclear fission There’s no room service at the seaman’s mission In your ten watt world it’s beyond any pleasure you know To stick your fingers in the socket, and give yourself a glow Keep that up and they might make you part of the show Patty Don’t You Put Me Down Don’t colour me cruel
Broken Doll
You called for me so here I am Not a boy and not a man Man enough to know the odds are long They dress you up and keep you clean Like courtiers around a queen Show you good from bad, right from wrong All the tears in the world All the tears in the world Won’t mend a Broken Doll The little things in life escape her Dolls are made of rags and paper China cracks and chips so easily Doesn’t have the will, the strength To hold the world out at arm’s length Skin’s too thin, eyes too wide to see All the tears in the world All the tears in the world Won’t mend a Broken Doll Wish I could give love to you And life to you and hope to you As you look through me to something else In your face I think I see Twisted-up infinity Angel soul imprisoned in a shell All the tears in the world All the tears in the world Won’t mend a Broken Doll
All Buttoned Up
I got a girl - best girl in the world But she won’t give me a taste of it Saving her bed - maidenhead That’s what I call a waste of it Crosses her arms - to hide all her charms Like she’s living in a nunnery Gives me a wink - drive me to drink I know she’s only making fun of me She’s All Buttoned Up All Buttoned Up, no place to go She don’t mind a squeeze - if I say please I might even manage a kiss of her But I’ll get a slap - if I sit her on my lap I call that so remiss of her She’s All Buttoned Up All Buttoned Up, no place to go She hates the stuff I bring her She wants diamonds on her finger She wouldn’t let me in Frothing at the mouth and barking On all fours like Rin Tin Tin My girl Kate - she wants me to wait But I got urges, don’t I? I got desires - raging fires But I’ll do the right thing, won’t I? She’s All Buttoned Up All Buttoned Up, no place to go She changes with the weather She keeps her knees together But she dresses so racy Drawing Man into temptation With everything silky, satiny, lacy I got a girl - best girl in the world But she won’t give me a taste of it Saving her bed - maidenhead That’s what I call a waste of it She’s All Buttoned Up All Buttoned Up, no place to go She’s All Buttoned Up All Buttoned Up, no place to go
Josephine
Josephine paces her room Josephine wishes the stars would appear Breathless she’ll run to her tryst On the brow of the hill If God will Josephine looks for a rose To perfume the tight angry curls of her hair He’ll come this once, and maybe Again, but where Or when And the leaves blow in And the leaves blow into the hall Josephine dresses her wound One scent of blood and he might disappear Or maybe he’ll want to devour her Whole and complete In a heart beat Josephine talks in her sleep More friends around her asleep than awake Cries desolation to phantoms But nobody hears A dream’s tears And the leaves blow in And the leaves blow into the hall Josephine writes on the wall Writes all the thoughts that escape from her head Hundreds and thousands of words Written small on a wall That’s all
Long John Silver
Long John Silver, he was on me like a rash Gave him my trust, gave him my cash Should have seen through him, should have seen from the start There’s nothing but black in pirate’s heart Long John Silver, Long John Silver Don’t bet your shirt on Long John Silver Long John Silver, Long John Silver Don’t bet your shirt on Long John Silver Long John Silver, he’s good with numbers He makes hay while other folks slumber Gives me the brass, and he keeps all the best The better to feather his pretty little nest Long John Silver, Long John Silver, Don’t bet your shirt on Long John Silver Long John Silver, Long John Silver Don’t bet your shirt on Long John Silver Took all my money, my watch and chain Crack his head if I see him again Kind friends, warning take by me Not every pirate’s sailing the sea Long John Silver, Long John Silver Don’t bet your shirt on Long John Silver Long John Silver, Long John Silver Don’t bet your shirt on Long John Silver
Pony In The Stable
You’re messing with my mind You’re thrilling me but killing me I’m missing all the signs You’re rushing me and crushing me Same old same old Packs of lies and compromises Same old same old Pony in the stable You’ve got me where it stings Wrapped around your little finger Sold off all my things Begging like a carol singer Same old same old Bread and dripping on the table Same old same old Pony in the stable Forgive me if I sneer You’re used to being Cleopatra You don’t like to hear The stuff you dish out come back at you Same old same old Packs of lies and compromises Same old same old Pony in the stable I’m flattered but I’m scared You picked me out from all the others Should have been prepared For friends to parlay into lovers Same old same old Bread and dripping on the table Same old same old Pony in the stable
Where’s Your Heart
Why so cool Why so tough You call all the shots You strut your stuff But Where’s Your Heart? Where’s Your Heart? It should be beating right there Where’s Your Heart? So strange to hear you Talk about love Is it just yourself You’re enamored of? But Where’s Your Heart? Where’s Your Heart? It should be beating right there Where’s Your Heart? I wish you’d leave But what good’s wishing You’re a puzzle to me With pieces missing Where’s Your Heart Did salt tears ever Leave your eye Did love ever make you Wish and sigh? Where’s Your Heart? Where’s Your Heart? It should be beating right there Where’s Your Heart? Where’s Your Heart? Where’s Your Heart?
No Peace, No End
Where were you when the walls were crumbling Where were you when the guns were rumbling Where were you when the hounds of hell Took sons and lovers away Did you see me on the slippery slope Wrong end of a telescope Do you even pause for breath As you sleepwalk through the day Some day won’t you Stand in my shoes And see the world I see No hope no friend No Peace No End I’m ground between two stones Soon I’ll be nothing but bones Who’ll be my shining savior Before I turn to dust? Are you the hand that kills me? Are you the hand that saves me? When they both sell you down the river Which one can you trust? Some day won’t you Stand in my shoes And see the world I see No hope no friend No Peace No End No hope no friend No Peace No End In the peace museum there’s a mangy dove To remind us all of universal love You can rent her out for your corporate dinner And feel good about yourself Geneva Convention they use as a pessary Olive branch is a fashion accessory In the big chess game there’s just one winner And it’s always somebody else Some day won’t you Stand in my shoes And see the world I see No hope no friend No Peace No End No hope no friend No Peace No End
Dungeons For Eyes
He’s smiling at me The man with the blood on his hands The man with the snakes in his shoes Am I supposed to love him? He’s smiling at me The hero who chained up the dogs Mephistopheles shorn of his tail Am I supposed to love him? Am I supposed to shake his hand? Souls whisper to me Souls torn from bodies Souls lost and wandering Smile that smile But eyes don’t lie It’s black in there, and bloody Dungeons for eyes He’s got that smell The musty old smell of a priest The damp and mold of neglect The smell of fresh earth dug over But how we forgive Old rivalries half-forgot We smile as best as we can But I can’t let it go But I can’t let it go I can’t forgive you, I can’t forgive me Souls whisper to me Souls torn from bodies Souls lost and wandering Smile that smile But eyes don’t lie It’s black in there, and bloody Dungeons for eyes Dungeons for eyes
Guitar Heroes
I can’t go out with my friends on a Saturday night My guitar’s like a woman and you know I’ve got to treat her right I’ve got to practice all night and day I’ve got to play the way my heroes play I’ve got to learn how the do it the Django way - [Melodie Au Crepuscule] O my teacher says they’re going to kick me out of school ‘Cause I’m nothing but a bebop, twang-headed rock and roll fool If I don’t do my homework I’ve got to go But they can’t teach me what I’ve got to know How do I make my guitar sound like Les Paul? [Caravan] I’ll do the washing up later, let me practice if I choose But how does Chuck Berry make it bounce right out of the grooves? [Little Queenie] My girlfriend says she’s going to dump me any day soon If I don’t stop strumming my guitar and get out of my room If I don’t get a life she’s going to look elsewhere She says, there’s some normal boys out there I said, I’ll catch you up when I’ve cracked this James Burton tune [Suzie Q] My Mum and Dad say they’re going to put me out in the street I’m excommunicated till I get a job and get on my feet They say I’m not making a contribution But I’m still searching for a musical solution I’ve got to know how the Shadows get that beat [FBI] Well I played and I played till my fingers bled I shut out all the voices but the voice in my head Now I stand on stage and I do my stuff And maybe it’s good, but it’s never good enough To tell you the truth, I always hid it - I still don’t know how my heroes did it I still don’t know how my heroes did it Guitar Heroes Guitar Heroes Guitar Heroes Guitar Heroes