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Monday, 25 August 2014

Happiness

This land was just dust
Until them fat boys came and claimed it, built it all up
Made it shine like a crown
That won't fit anybody ten years from now
I've never loved anything less
These roads are like snakes in an eagle's nest
I ain't always winning my fight
But as long as I ain't laying concrete I'm alright

I put on my greens
They told me I was the bravest, strongest soldier they'd seen
But under this still, Western sky
I can't hear their praise over my screams in the moonlight
I've never loved anything less
So from now that's how I gauge my happiness
I still can't sleep at night
But as long as I ain't high on gunfire I'm alright

I'm skinny as a twig
Because I work hard all day and food is expensive
But them fat boys at the top
Don't know nothing of the happiness I got
I've never heard of anything worse
Than happiness bench-marked by the leaders of commerce
Sometimes I struggle to get by
But as long as I ain't buying what they're selling I'm alright


Monday, 31 March 2014

The Hitch-hiker

I'm living in a town where it's easy to get killed
And if death don't get us soon the debt-collectors will,
I say we pack all our things up in this car throw our children in the back.
We don't need no place to go, no plans,
For as long as this car can
We'll go wherever your finger lands
On the map.

I'm sick of owing money to every friend I have,
I swear they only come around so they can claim it back.
I say we pack all our things up in this car and throw our guitars in the back.
We don't need no place to go, no plans,
For as long as this car can
We'll go wherever your finger lands
On the map.

"Hitch-hiker! Hitch-hiker! Get into the car,
We'll go wherever you like…"
"Hitch-hiker! Hitch-hiker! Who do you think you are?!
Put down that knife...
You ain't got no right...
That's my wife…
I'm gonna have to set you right!"...

I don't fancy no life on the road with the cops hot on our trail
And we ain't handing ourselves in 'cos we're too open-souled for jail,
I say we leave all our things here on this roadside and throw his body in the back.
Find ourselves a reservoir or a lake,
Car in neutral no hand-brake,
Then back unto the road we'll take
Except this time we'll have to hitch-hike.


Wednesday, 26 February 2014

Don't fall in love with someone with a heart on their sleeve

She worked 6 days a week on them manufacturing lines
She'd head straight to the bar when she clocked off at 5
Where she'd waitress them tables for liquor and tips
That she kept in a box that she hid under her mattress

He was from the big smoke, kept his head low and he worked too hard
His first wife left him with an alimony payment and a busted, beat-up heart
Now he's just trying to forge a life with that welding iron
When he fell in love with a girl on them manufacturing lines

But some folks find it hard to settle down
It's everything they can do not to pack up and leave
So to save yourself the tears, the heartache and a sore throat from screaming
Don't fall in love with someone with a heart on their sleeve

Every bird someday will leave its nest
Some head straight for the sky, the sea and the wilderness
Others fall straight to the ground and start gathering twigs
The waitress with the mattress money wants the wilderness

So she tells her beau at night she wants to go further than the light
He says he'd rather sober-up, settle down and do her right
He says there's a job at the auto body shop coming up that he's pretty much got
And when he gets it they can put down a payment on a residential lot

But some folks find it hard to settle down
It's everything they can do not to pack up and leave
So to save yourself the tears, the heartache and a sore throat from screaming
Don't fall in love with someone with a heart on their sleeve

So she told him one night out by the streetlight how a small town can feel deceiving
Like in a dream you can do just 'bout anything but when you wake-up you've only been sleeping
Then she looks him in the eyes under that flickering streetlight and says "Honey, I got to wake-up"
Well he sunk so low, he never made it back up

See, some folks find it hard to stick around
It's everything they can do not to pack up and leave
So to save yourself the tears, the bar fights and a liver full of liquor
Don't fall in love with someone with a heart on their sleeve



Friday, 21 February 2014

Before the Sun had Made the Morning

She'd wake up in the darkness
before the Sun had made the morning
She'd move the blankets softly
to keep her husband from stirring
And she'd slip on her coat

She'd be sure to put the hood up
'cos the morning rain was freezing
And she'd walk up to the main road
where the mist and her breathing
Would almost be the same

She'd stand there at the bus stop
drawing hearts in the condensation
Board the bus without expression
Ask to be dropped at the train station
She'd take a seat and stare at her shoes

When she'd get out at the station
She'd go the way she always goes
To the platform where the 6.04
Would take her to the coast
She'd watch the Sun rise through the train window

She'd stand out on the cliff edge
watch the white waves hit the rocks
Get up on her tip-toes
take her coat off
But the water looked so cold

Shed close her eyelids tight and see the face of her daughter
Hold her breath and think of being underwater
Start flailing her arms as if she's clinging to the surface
Floating back up to her life and it's absence of purpose

She'd put on her coat
And take herself home


Thursday, 20 February 2014

Some Things Are Worth Dying Young For (The Ballad of Scarlet Fever)


Her hair's so red they call her Scarlet Fever
And, oh god, boys, if you'd had seen her
You'd have slapped my back and bought me beers all night
Her legs go on forever like a whiskey river
With an anklet made out of gypsy silver
That shimmers like her toenail-varnish in the dim bar light

She's got eyes like a wildcat that's starved for a month
She can hollow your legs with just one whip of her tongue
She can kill you where you stand, bury you there under the floor
She holds her room key up like a knife to the throat
Of the Moon with Its reason saying "Kid, don't go"
But some things in life are worth dying young for

Her skirt is leather and as short as her temper
She can't sit still, she got this lust for adventure
And everything she does she does it just for the thrill
She drives 'round drunk on them winding side roads
Smoking something heavy with her head out the window
Headlights off at night telling you to take the wheel

And you kinda hope she goes off the road
That she loses it there on the bend
'Cos in the flames of the wreckage like a fiery Heaven
With her's about as good as it gets