LYRICS
One song in each album is missing (except in We Love the City), though I'm not sure why... Well, they don't appear in the Hefner's official site.
| Breaking God's Heart | The Fidelity Wars | Canciones Huérfanas | Boxing Hefner | We Love the City |
The Sweetness Lies Within
There’s just a sea between us,
I know this hope will find us.
This serenade reminds us,
Be calm, be strong, be patient.
White skin and auburn hair that,
Just makes me stare and stare and,
You’re a friend that really cares and,
You have a healing quality that I see.
But the sweetness lies within you,
And I swear I won’t forget you.
When you’re tying back your hair,
You have the prettiest of necks.
All the angels broke my heart,
Yes they really had a knack,
Because I loved life so,
And they didn’t love me back.
But I swear it’s not your beauty,
It’s something inside,
It’s the grace that you hide,
It’s the sweetness that’s within.
Beware of spiteful eyes because,
They know not what they do.
Wear clothes that look good on you,
And boys will flock from all of Europe.
Treasure time that was spent with me and,
I will wait for eternity and,
I belong between the angels knees and,
Those filthy little angels never want to
sleep with me again.
The Sad Witch
You wouldn’t believe in my new
belle she flits and weaves a curious spell,
And under my skin there’s a place
where she resides.
Finding a release in prayers and psalms I
will obey her articulate commands,
She is just a coquette and how I wish I
could forget.
Breathing new life in to the sad witch and
she promised me three wishes and all I wish is she should remain
here.
A poisonous saint with a brittle, crippled
frame and she fooled me with her motherly gestures, my only guess
is she’s misguided.
The sins, the sins the heavenly limbs that
greet below the red, red lights,
Hold no sway with me now she’s my
intended.
The jewels around her neck retain a curious
sheen, god is in my heart and tearing at the seams,
Her atheist tracts are certainly
persuading.
(and I don’t know, and I don’t
want to know, if she floats or drowns, if she floats or drowns.)
A Hymn for the Postal Service
Sobriety
breeds sincerity, and Lydia Pond she is my gravity.
I don’t
know how she felt when she took that E,
But in the
morning she shaking, she was twitching, she was jerking.
On June the 5th he
moved to Paris, she could not stand the state of British
politics,
And I just can’t
convince her that I’m socialist,
And every night I pray
for mail in the morning.
Sweet Lydia Pond is
doing it for me,
And I want to sing a
hymn for the postal service.
Sinful and proud since
I stopped sleeping around,
I am so faithful now
to Lydia’s handwriting,
That makes me guess
the circumstances under which she wrote it,
Why she used the
f-word when she never, ever spoke it,
She pasted on a
passport photo of herself in pigtails,
And underneath
she’d written did my touch make you less lonely.
Oh she promised me
that we’d be creasing sheets,
And that our bodies
would be bruising, wrestling underneath,
And I wanted to ask
her how she cut her teeth,
And why she let time
slip through her skinny, skinny fingers.
Love Will Destroy Us In the
It’s the children
that I feel for,
Yes the children make
me feel more,
More than the liqour,
more than the art,
More than the Beach
Boys records.
It’s the drink
that gives us heartache,
It’s the charity
we won’t take,
We feel so empty and
our late twenties should be better times.
It’s the love and
the truth and the hope and the faith,
That will destroy us
in the end.
It’s the look in
the eyes of those one night stands that gives us the will to
pretend.
It’s the feeling
of fucking the people that we’re loving that spurs us onto
endless sleepless nights,
And love will destroy
us in the end.
There’s not a
thing that I can save from all those wasted, wasted days,
And theres no faith
that will ever save me from being faithful,
And the damn phone
never rings,
And I would give up
everything,
For a little wine,
some conversation
And just for being
healthy.
The Librarian
He started to woo her in a
most peculiar way,
The Librarian’s
dress was a fawnish shade of grey,
The books he was to
borrow he would surely never read,
They were of an
intellectual calibre, he hoped that she would see.
He planned to take her
home to bed some day,
He’d smooth her
goosebumped skin whilst she lay,
But the unspoken truth
they both knew,
Whilst he’d dream
of her often she would forget in just ten minutes.
Her beauty has not
truly been seen til her beauty’s been seen by his tired
eyes,
Her tears have not
truly been dried til her tears have been dried on his tattered
shirt sleeves.
Her body has not truly
been stripped til her clothes have been ripped by his nail bitten
fingers,
Her beauty has not
truly been seen til her beauty’s been seen by his tired
eyes.
He was beginning to
irritate so she made him go away,
The smallest cruellest
insults she ignored his subtle ways.
The deftly silence let
him know his efforts were in vain,
Did the thoughts ever
exist and if so could he find them.
(and oh, oh the
loneliest of nights, he will never hold her tight, he will never
kiss her eyelids.)
God is on my Side
Make yourself pretty for
your boyfriend, Cause his your boyfriend,
Your gorgeous
boyfriend.
Hitch up your skirt
for your boyfriend, Cause his your boyfriend and no-one elses,
No-ones got the tongue
of my sweet girlfriend that moves so swiftly inside my mouth,
And no-ones got the
legs of my sweet girlfriend that wrap around me and pull me to
her,
It was God who told me
to,
God who told me to.
Long nights, short
skirts, high heels taunt my eyes,
But I'm alright since
god is on my side,
My head falls below
her soft white thighs,
But I'm alright since
god is on my side.
And could she be the
one, to fall for this dirty rotten farmers son,
Oh her ankle chain it
teases, makes me feel like I am twenty one,
And my poor tired eyes
could do with some rest,
Just place my weary
hands upon her chest.
Love Inside the Studfarm
Girl, you’re a
teaser, what an earth did I just do to deserve a thing like you,
And there’s love
inside the studfarm tonight and while the horses buck and moan
I’ve found a place in you called home.
You don’t know
what you’ve done to me,
With that voice, with
those eyes,
With that smile, with
that smell.
Oh, tonight
you’re going nowhere you are lying here with me,
Tonight you’re
skin is warm enough to rid this chill in me,
So open up your eyes,
open up your mouth,
Let me kiss your
forehead now the night has fallen down.
(oh, I’ve said it
fifty times, I’m happy to reside,
nesting by your side,
I will sleep with you tonight.)
Tactile
In five minutes I’ll
be leaving this room,
she doesn’t
listen but my word how I swoon when she talks,
but talk is never
enough.
The dirty talk
that’s what’s bothering me,
And the gawdy walls of
this rented property,
I think I’m
watching too much porn on T.V.
But I won’t go
upstairs with her if she talks to me this way,
And I’m not
lonely, I’m just bored,
Her clothes are strewn
over the living room floor.
I don’t want to
get laid I just want to be held.
She is unfaithful to a
husband 5 miles away,
She lives alone and
she rues her wedding day,
She married beneath
herself that’s what her girlfriends say.
Her smile is sad but
not the saddest I’ve ever seen,
The saddest smiles are
in the dirty magazines,
She made me laugh and
now she plans to make me scream.
And petticoat hems are
rising to high,
Romance is dead I
think I see the reason why,
I don’t want to
get laid I just want to be held.
Eloping
I bet your eyes
aren’t really that blue, I think they’ve been
airbrushed in by an artist who doesn’t care.
And I bet your hair
isn’t really that blonde, but isn’t it the way we
wanted it to be.
And I bet you
don’t usually smile that much, especially with some one like
me.
And I bet you really
sweat, but none of this is what I want to say to you.
I don’t want to
be dancing with the wallflower, I want you cause you’ve got
painted toenails.
My tired arms ache
just to hold you now.
I don’t believe
that you are still a virgin, so what say we get a little closer.
Come with me I’ll
take you on an airplane now,
And London from above
at night will look like a billion lit candles,
And you face will glow
red at the sunrise,
And god knows I really
want to travel and god knows I really want to start anew, with
you,
And god knows, god
knows, god knows.
The Hymn for the Cigarettes
No-one called, no-one wrote, no-one even
phoned,
So no-one knew that I was with her on my
own.
She smoked on my bed cause she thought it
would annoy me,
But I love to see the girls smoke in my
bed.
I love to see the girls smoke in my bed.
I love to see the girls smoke in my bed.
How can she love me when she doesn't
even love the cinema that I love.
What does she feel if she doesn't have the
feeling that I have in my fingers.
This joy I have could lift this ceiling
from its rafters but I'm not laughing.
We feel nothing, so we search for nothing, so we achieve nothing,love.
Lucky Strikes remind me of my friends
out on the west coast,
Camel Lights remind me of my ex-girlfriend
at Chistmas time,
Malboro Reds remind me of giving up in
Berlin,
B&H remind me of not giving up but
giving in.
B&H remind me of not giving up but
giving in.
B&H remind me of not giving up but
giving in.
How can she love me when she doesn't
even love the cinema that I love.
What does she feel if she doesn't have the
feeling that I have in my fingers.
This joy I have could lift this ceiling
from its rafters but I'm not laughing.
We feel nothing, so we search for nothing, so we achieve nothing, love.
May God Protect Your Home
I'm tired of boys who fight with girls
and stain their sheets,
And girls who tell stories of boys and
graze their knees,
And where did you get to smell so sweet,
Is that sweetness for me,
And where did I find these eyes that I
found,
They will surely let me down.
And your hair stops short of a line
which starts at your neck,
And flows over your collar bone down to
your breast,
Where my hand lies ever so gently.
And my hand starts to move down your
stomach and in between those thighs,
To a soft warm place I call home and may
god protect your home.
There's a lady who cries and builds a
shrine for a miscarried child,
And a small boy who cries and cries and
cries and cries and cries.
I see these sights with the sleepiest eyes
and a heart so contentedly wise and tired,
And now I bathe in the light of the most
beautiful angel this side of the sun.
The Hymn for the Alcohol
Don’t start me on the rum, Just
because it makes me numb.
Start me on the whiskey I know whiskey is
his drink.
You never drank it with me but now you
drink it with him,
I’m not good enough for whiskey, not
good enough for you.
Let’s start drinking wine, we used to
all the time.
It used to go to our heads but then you
went to his bed.
If the wine stains you lips red then
tonight you might forget,
You might not go home to him you might stay
here with me.
It is just wishful thinking that all this
hard drinking might lure you back to my ramshackle stable,
There's no point in trying, the debutante
was lying when she said that she did something that your lips
could never do.
And if you know whats true then you know I
love you.
Its six months since you left, you must be
truly blessed,
Cause you look no less pretty, in fact you
may be more so,
If you reap the seeds that you sow, Oh we
both know you are going straight to Hell
I Took Her Love for Granted
Hope was propping me up when I met her,
As soon as I saw her I wanted to taste her
lips,
So I did,
I was ecstatic for at least six weeks, oh,
Hope was placed in her hands when she
caught me she asked me if it hurt,
I told her 'Christ it did.'
And it did,
When she left me every morning, oh,
I feel beautiful when she says I am
beautiful,
But she is more beautiful.
I feel heavenly when she says I am
heavenly,
But she is more heavenly.
Can't feel disappointed when her hips
are that wide but I still feel lonely and screwed up inside,
And the taste of her tongue, it makes me
wish I'd given up smoking,
She was a big, big girl she had big ideas,
Like how my heart should be free but I
don't want it to be,
I want her, here beside me.
The Weight of the Stars
I took photos along the journey, a photo
of a girl on the bus,
But the film wasn't wound on, the camera
was broke so all of the pictures were lost.
There was a photo of her face, she
looked about 23,
A photo of her grey flannel dress that was
cut just below her knee.
The weight of the stars made the night
fall down,
Her hair made the whole town swoon,
My heart was led by her pale skinny legs to
the mattress in her room.
No matter what my friends say there's no
rhyme or reason,
I know I did something wrong.
Oh she had the wit, she had the knack,
The night didn't seem too long.
The freckles upon her back, the grey
hairs amongst the black,
The quiver in her lips when she spoke far
too quick,
The lines upon her hands.
The weight of the stars made the night
fall down,
Her hair made the whole town swoon,
My heart was led by her pale skinny legs to
the mattress in her room.
No matter what my friends say there's no
rhyme or reason,
I know I did something wrong.
Oh she had the wit, she had the knack,
The night didn't seem too long.
The weight of the stars made the night fall
down,
Her hair made the whole town swoon,
My heart was led by her pale skinny legs to
the mattress in her room.
No matter what my friends say there's no
rhyme or reason,
I know I did something wrong.
Oh she had the wit, she had the knack,
The night didn't seem too long.
I Stole a Bride
And every Prince, who lives in Greece,
Will tear themselves to pieces for this
beauty,
Born of a swan,
Jesus don't be long, let her body sweat
above mine in the summertime.
And was it she who wrote 'Porn is Woman
Hatred' on my overcoat,
Christ I need that coat, it really
shouldn't be this cold in summertime
When she lies with me, will she pretend
I'm pretty, will she forget I'm ugly,
oh I've lived a lie, I stole a pretty bride
during the summertime.
Why, must she taunt me so, she still has
his sent, she still wears the suitors clothes,
oh I've lived a lie, I stole a pretty bride
during the summertime.
And when the swan coupled with the
goose, they conceived a holy beauty and they let her loose,
And she caused a war, for ten long years,
By running off with me she caused her
husband tears.
And those big clipper ships are heading
straight for me and I haven't even kissed her properly.
We Were Meant to Be
I thought you said that you'd phone me
this weekend,
Cause at the weekend the phonecalls are
cheaper.
You left a note but I did not read it,
I threw it away.
I took a tube to the westend of London,
To see a friend who I'd almost forgotten,
He gave me hope that I still hadn't lost
you,
I threw it away.
I thought that you belonged to me,
That we were meant to be.
I thought you said that every so often,
We had a love that was better unspoken,
But you, you fool, you fool, you lose.
Fat Kelly's Teeth
The spaces between all the towns,
Is where I lay my sweetheart down.
The spaces between her cruellest insults is
where I stopped being faithful,
The gaps between Fat Kelly's Teeth,
Distract my eyes from her body,
And as she pulls me to the floor,
I don't feel that guilty,
My trousers are below my knees,
And her skirts above her waist.
But in the cold sober light she's not
nearly so pretty,
But if I drink more gin her grace might
return.
My sweetheart don't know,
And I sure won't tell her that fat Kelly's
teeth have bitten chunks out of me,
And what was I thinking of when I went home
with her,
She had sympathy, she had cigarettes,
Now they've all disappeared,
Between her teeth, between her teeth.
And I always forget, how quick the rot
sets,
And now that the sun sets, I must go home,
I don't feel regretful, I don't feel
ungrateful,
Even though I'm unfaithful I don't feel
that bad.
Don't Flake Out on Me
Don't flake out on me, Oh you promised
you'd write before Easter,
And now you damn well know that it's
Autumn, and I missed you through those summer months.
Oh you promised yourself you'd stop
drinking and I know it's none of my business,
But you were mighty and graceful when
sober, but all that gin, but all that wine.
We will always talk this way,
Tired and slightly jaded,
We will waste our tears and we'll be
waiting years,
For the friends who always promised that
they'd phone us.
We will always feel this way,
Faintly optimistic,
But we will speak the truth and we will
never lose,
Oh the feeling that our hearts could be
unbroken.
Don't wimp out on me,
Oh I know you've got the strength of 12
oxen,
I've seen you get through these things
before,
Just like you've seen me get through these
things before.
We will always talk this way,
Tired and slightly jaded,
We will waste our tears and we'll be
waiting years,
For the friends who always promised that
they'd phone us.
We will always feel this way,
Faintly optimistic,
But we will speak the truth and we will
never lose,
Oh the feeling that our hearts could be
unbroken.
We will always feel dismayed, it will
only ever be OK.
What's the point in getting laid? We're
waiting for the better days.
I Love Only You
In the 1980's I was busy hating,
All of the intangible, the impossibly
impractical ideas I'd never understand.
And in the 1990's, it was far too
exciting for words,
And now I'm drinking adult drinks and now I
have the time too think that sex is so overrated.
Who gave you the right to bruise my
little heart,
You tore it right apart, I was saving it
for art.
You knew just what to do, so who gave you
the clue,
I love no-one else, I love only you.
We will capture all of London,
With disposable cameras,
These sights were here before we were born,
They'll be here when we're dead but they'll
remember,
They're touched by out lives.
Oh we'll burn all their retinas,
With our patience and our tolerance,
Will kick and moan and spew and scream,
But we'll know exactly what we mean.
Oh who taught you the knack, was it
skill or was it luck,
You pulled me into pieces and now I'm truly
fucked.
Don't want to be alone, I'm useless on my
own I love no-one else, I love only you
Canciones Huérfanas (Orphan Songs)
More Christian Girls
Now I believe the angels taunt my laughs
and bless my sighs,
Oh god is my crutch and my need is such I
want to smell all the sheets where she lies,
Her sermon is a burden and I cower and
crave all the love she gives to others in spades,
She is wisdom, she is light, she is all
that’s in between.
Christian girls should be kept pristine and
totally devoid of pain, she won’t here my refrain.
Glorias freckles just titter and tease and
they’re no bloody use to me.
Scribble to a note that is tacked to my
door is a list of all the traits in men I abhore like looking at
the hemlines of the young pretty ladies when they should be
looking at their lips,
And no matter how hard I pray my bed still
stays empty,
No matter how hard I pray my soul remains
untouched.
It’s a shame that she feels this way,
I want to kiss all her fingers today.
China Crisis
Its not the spiritual, its not the
intellectual,
Its not the merely pitiful, that makes me
feel this way.
Its not the walk that I take through the
park to her place,
It’s the breath she takes inbetween
the words her mouth makes.
Oh curse my mind for not ceasing my mouth
when the moment was perfect.
She said 'Shut up, wake up, I can smell the
coffee why can't you when its so near',
She said 'Hold it, embrace, it these
feelings are so real but you just choose to ignore them.'
More like a sister to me, when she was 23,
She drew a picture of me, the likeness was
uncanny.
We bless the notes in margins, in the books
from the libraries,
They tell us what to feel, how to love and
when to heal.
Oh curse my mind for not ceasing my mouth
when the moment was perfect.
She said 'Shut up, wake up, I can smell the
coffee why can't you when its so near',
She said 'Hold it, embrace, it these
feelings are so real but you just choose to ignore them.'
She said 'Screw it, just leave it, the
moment was perfect but it won't be for much longer.'
Normal Molly
She made me sweat, she mad me swoon.
Oh she put me off my food.
And when her boyfriend left the room,
She showed me her tattoo.
The girls wear rollnecks, the boys wear
button-downs and they sit and they frown,
As she leads me to her room.
And now she’s taking her clothes off
before me,
She has the skinniest elbows I’ve ever
seen.
And once our bodies are warm we’ll be
shaking our peaches we’ll be twisting til dawn,
We both know what we’re doing but we
don’t care, but we don’t care.
And if she reads Daily Mail I will leave
her,
And if she smokes too much pot I will leave
her,
When she says she is skint I believe her,
And christ only knows how I need her.
The girls wear hipsters the boys wear
jeans,
They don’t understand what I mean when
I say she’s too good for me.
My Art College Days are Over
When I'm feeling sad, she is feeling
nothing.
When she's on the land , I am underwater;
Swimming to the devil in the hope that the
words that she stole from my mouth will be placed right back.
When I'm underfed, she is being gluttonous,
Eating all the cakes that I cooked with a
passion.
I wish that her waste was the size that it
was and the taste in her mouth was something like it used to be.
And the girl on the bus used the same soap
as her and she stopped and she looked and I had to turn away,
Whilst we were getting laid,
I was happiest that way.
And the girl on the train used the same
hairspray,
But she looked and I blushed and I had to
turn away,
It's getting desperate these days,
Oh my art college days are over.
I always stay up late, and get up even
later,
I wish I had the cash to start to
redecorate,
The smoked stained walls and the wine
stained carpets,
Like my food stained jumpers are reminders
of incompetence.
Oh I should be ashamed of letting things go
this way.
Wicker Girl
Sit down, shock is better taken with
bent knees,
Shock is better taken with sugery tea,
What you said to me was rotten and nasty.
And if I can I’m going to build myself
a wicker girl,
And fill it with used tissues,
When I burn it I will think of you.
This house is not a home now that your
gone,
And your hearts no longer welcome in my
bed.
Blessed is something you’ll always be,
Like catholic girls and Scottish malt
whiskey,
What you do to me is no longer healthy.
Christian Girls
Now I believe an angel crossed my path
and realised,
That the hair on my head will be pass my
chin when I’ve earnt this type of prize.
The scent that she brings makes me feel
alright like the pleasure of sleeping safe tonight,
But I won’t sleep tight ‘til I
know she’s been cleaned from her toes to the top of her
head.
Christian Girls should be kept pristine and
totally devoid of pain,
I can’t hold back the rain, the dirty,
dirty rain.
Gloria’s freckles just titter and
tease, but they’re no bloody use to me,
No bloody use to me.
Too much telly and too many books and so
many films to keep me hooked,
But the idea of sex seems so bleeding stale
when her heart is as big as a house.
And the red, red lips just keep reminding
me of Sarah Brown,
And the cool, cool breeze makes me feel
like settling down.
Christian Girls should be kept pristine and
totally devoid of pain,
I can’t hold back the rain , the
dirty, dirty rain.
Gloria’s freckles just titter and
tease, but they’re no bloody use to me,
No bloody use to me.
It’s a shame that she feels this way,
to my hearts dismay I want to kiss all her fingers.
Lee Remick
I think it was in ’83 my father
left the family,
But came back three weeks later for a love
both firm and stable.
I think it was in ’91 that Lee Remick
died……
The sibling rivalry between my sister and
me turned into the strongest branch of our family tree.
When I was young I dreamt of Lee Remick,
She had a ring upon each finger, she was
smiling all the while.
Her hair was just long enough so it bounced
upon her shoulders,
She said she always spoke the truth.
My Father let me down but I so easily
forgave him,
And I know the home wrecker has a place
within his heart.
I used to blame my mother for each and
every failure,
And how Lee Remick’s eyes sparkled
that brilliant blue.
He looked just like a Jonathon but he said
his name was Ashley,
He was my best friend til he drank so much
his heart sank.
And all my pretty friends who just grew up
and failed
and what if I fail? What if I’ve
failed already?
Those filthy little angels tugging at my
heart saying
‘boredom is a sin, ambition should be
everything’
Pull Yourself Together
You should pull up your socks girl,
You should be calling in the favours,
You should be putting the hours,
You should pull your self together.
There’s a limp to my walk,
I speak wisdom when I talk,
And I will ride you up to heaven,
If you pull yourself together.
And all you favourite authors,
That wrote all your favourite books,
Which had all your favourite words,
They do nothing for you now.
You should be lying on your back,
With a glow in your heart,
And I will ride you up to heaven,
If you pull yourself together
Blind Girl with Halo
The girl is blind and beautiful,
I’m honour bound and dutiful,
Her head is warm, her skin is cool and
she’s got religion in a big way.
She says those hands are healing hands,
I bet she’s travelled many lands,
But I bet she’s never met a man who
understands her quite the way that I do.
And how was I supposed to know that
she’s the one betrothed,
To a catholic guy with stronger faith then
I,
Just as I was on my knees with a golden
ring between my teeth,
Her fingers said she’s someone elses
bride.
Oh she’ll never see the beauty I can
see,
Oh she’ll never see her own sweet
bonny face.
A rejection note written in braille,
Hear my smoke filled larynx wail,
Cigarettes make me feel alone and her voice
gives the lonely tone to my song.
Hello Kitten
Hello kitten I don’t miss sex just
the feeling of skin against skin that I want,
The photos I take are not the photos I
like, they look dull, they look crap when placed next to real
life,
You have a blue iris with a hint of burnt
of sienna and it wrestles my hate to the ground,
You have inquisitive eyebrows that make me
soft centred and your lips make a purring sound.
I’m going to make myself go blind
tonight,
I’m going to make myself go blind
tonight,
I’m going to build a shrine to the
wasted days,
I’m going to make myself go blind
tonight.
Hello kitten, you’ll never know what
it’s like to be me when I’m curled at your feet,
I thought you were perfect but that racist
joke just made it all bitter sweet.
Won’t you slap me around and make my
lips a bit swollen so we can spend a day off work,
Won’t you cut up my arm and lock it in
a suitcase, cause love is coming in spurts, I’m so fucking
happy it hurts.
Destroyed Cowboy Falls
And she’s dancing with me tonight,
I am happy,
As I tread on her feet tonight, I am happy.
And the wicked spell of the alcohol has
closed up my mind and opened my wounds,
But the glorious art of the prettiest girl
that god ever made has healed them back up.
1500 men couldn’t build a monument to
her beauty, to her nature,
20,000 men will slit their wrists over her
and this destroyed cowboy has fallen for her.
And if her hand touched my face tonight
then I’m blessed,
And if I had to decide between life without
her and death, no contest.
And the wicked thoughts of my poisonous
mind have been cured for tonight everything is alright,
And my heart is cocooned in a paper thin
shell that she cradles in her arms.
A Hymn for the Coffee
Bless the coffee that passes between her
lips,
‘cause the caffine gives the woman a
nervous twitch.
When she crossed those big white thighs,
what I saw could hardly have been intended.
And her skirted suit it implies to me,
She should not chastise so calously,
As the woman who shared my bed and wiped my
brow for the past three years.
And my true love don’t drink her
coffeee like her,
Don’t wear lipstick like her,
My true love, she is cursed.
And my true love don’t swing her hips
like her,
Not got those sassy curls,
My true love, she is cursed.
Hope the morning coffee does the trick,
Hope it clears my mind makes the day more
worth it,
Cause the devil in me and the deep blue sea
are entwined as on since that girl winked at me.
Mary Lee
Mother is fucked up, Father is fucked
up,
But they're not as fucked up as me.
This dear has trestles hanging to her
ankles,
This dear's far wiser than me.
'What's that sound?', the sound of Mary
Lees heart breaking,
She used to be my one and only true love,
'What's that sound?', the sound of Mars and
Venus clashing,
everytime that girl hitches up her skirt,
She and me should drink more whiskey,
Oh Mary Lee forgive me I am tempted, I am
tempted.
She and I should drink more wine,
Mary Lee all this time I've been thinking
of drinking with another.
On line 22, of page 36 of the book she was
reading contained both our names.
I took this to mean we were meant to be and
I would be leaving my sweet Mary Lee.
The Hymn for all the Things We Didn't Do
Even if you feel it, even if its
heartfelt,
Even if its true,
I don't want to hear those words from you.
I don't want to hear you say we're through.
The aperture was set all wrong,
On the only photo I have , with your hair
long.
And now I feel I just can't go on.
I don't want to hear those words from you.
I don't want to hear you say we're through.
We didn't ache enough, spent our days not
getting up and now I sing a hymn for all the things we didn't do,
We didn't work enough, avoided all the
tricky stuff and kept our problems underneath the duvet with our
hearts.
Sharing baths in winter time, taking drugs
during the daytime,
Visiting the coastline,
I will sing a hymn for the things we didn't
do.
I will sing a hymn for the things we didn't
do.
The Science Fiction
Eating all the right food, taking all
the right pills, turning on the TV,
Just trying to make the days a little
shorter so the night comes quicker when I see you.
But the food doesn’t work, and the
pills don’t work and the silence hurts,
Can’t make myself fitter for you no
matter how I try.
And the science fiction helps just a
little, numbs a little piece of me,
And the noise from the neighbours helps
just a little,
Stops me from missing you.
And the stabbing in my heart it starts once
too often,
why won’t you soften those blows?
Cause what you do to me stays with me,
Oh Honey I can’t wait till your with
me,
I need your body underneath me, every
single night.
All my soul record spin on the Hifi, make me feel like god is within me, but he’s not, it’s a lie, I am empty.
When you’re gone, it’s all
wrong, need your hips in my hands,
Need your lips on my neck right now.
Twisting Mary’s Arm
Now that I’ve communicated
everything I feel I think I’ll go,
You never really listened and I
couldn’t have expected you to know,
And now I hate everybody and everybody
hates me guess I should have known.
The truth is an objective, only the strong
hearted people know.
Well the girl kissed me, cause she had
rocks in her head.
She had petals in her shoes, and me within
her arms.
And she sung many hymns, which I
couldn’t understand.
She was breaking God’s heart, I was
twisting Mary’s arm.
Now that I’m expecting everything I
didn’t think would ever come,
My heart is big and swollen and my lips are
torn and bruised from having fun.
There’s no light inside this damp and
squalid temple that we call your heart.
We are the prettiest of sinners, we’ve
the filthiest, the dirtiest of laughs.
She said I would fail, she said I would not
succeed.
We Love The City
This is London, not Antartica,
so why don't the tubes run all night,
You are my Girlfriend, not Molly Ringwald, so why won't you stay
here tonight,
This is sixth form poetry not Keats or Yeats, and now we find the
part that we both hate.
We love the city because it lets us
down, We love the city NOT the suburbs that surround.
We love all the dirty things, that lead us to think, that maybe
true love could be found.
We love the city because its how we live, We love the city cause
it never loves us back.
We love it all because sometimes, even though they're hard to
find, it contains all the virtues we lack.
I am intrigued, not merely curious as to
why it takes so long to change your mind.
I am competent, not merely adequate, its impossible for me to be
unkind.
This is embarrassing, not merely awkward and I have ignored much
greater feelings
We can hold those aspirations down with
bad luck and half hearted frowns,
But fear alone will never bring us down, that can only happen in
the small towns,
And if you don't love me now, if you don't love me now, if you don't love me, then you can't have me, you can't have me now.
The Greedy Ugly People
I had her on the carpet twisting and
squirming about,
Trying to guess what she needs,
Trying to guess what the fuss was about.
She had a conscience that surely did
need pricking,
I was there for the picking as she would soon find out.
The Greedy Ugly People are not like us,
They don't feel the love that she and I would die without.
I had her on a chair in the middle of
the living room,
And then we went to the bedroom, where we were making spoons.
When we went out she started clicking
her heels,
She was sticking her chest out, cause she was starting to feel.
Love don't stop no wars, don't stop no
cancer,
It stops my heart.
Good Fruit
If it doesn't mean a thing, then don't
say anything.
But it means something, more then we can say.
But you kissed me so, even though,
Your heart said no, so when will you phone?
Lost feelings of love come flooding
back,
Every time you cry, you give me little heart attacks.
Love seems strongest when its new,
But that's something I can't prove,
I can't prove that I love you.
Oh I need you here, so make your reasons
clear,
Is it me you fear? Oh I fear I'm losing you.
It's time to choose, you know I can't
stand losing.
It's my mind your bruising, as well as my heart.
You were just there, in the right place,
You smoothed out the wrinkles on my face.
You got to sort the good fruit from the bad fruit,
Darling, I'm not supposed to feel this,
Not when your leaving.
You, oh you should stick around,
To hear me hit the ground,
Its such a pretty sound.
If you felt it weeks ago,
Then where did those feelings go?
Oh surely you must know,
Cause I'm not supposed to feel this,
Not when you're leaving
Painting and Kissing
I'm in love with Linda, I think she
understands me.
She's down in the dumps, she lives on Holloway Road,
I met her in the Wig and Gown, We couldn't talk with the music so
loud
but I could tell she was intrigued,
She took me down to her basement, she showed me all of her
paintings,
She sure couldn't paint, but she could kiss.
East London will never forgive, all my
wrong doings but still it's the place where I live,
North London has a place in her heart, she's far too strong for
me that's what I thought at the start,
I'm not that strong
After a week or two ,I thought our love was true,
She was my girlfriend, but I couldn't call her my girlfriend.
The first time that she came to my
house, she bought Chardonnay, now I buy Chardonnay, almost every
day.
And as her kissing got worse, oh her paintings improved, but what
does that prove, it proves nothing.
On March the 23 rd she said something so absurd,
She said 'You love to be in love, but your never really in love.'
She said 'You love to be in love, but your never really in love.'
Every single day, I get down and pray, that she'll change her mind
Hold me Closer
I want a single bed, I want a simpler
life,
But I want you by my side, I'm so confused.
I want you wishing something, that might
come true,
Oh, I'm so confused, but I'm in love with you.
Hold me closer tonight,
Hold me closer tonight,
Say you will,
Hold me still,
Til the morning,
Til the morning.
You said you'd walk me down to the river
side,
When I'm by your side, I'll walk miles and miles.
When we're old and grey, we won't talk
this way,
We are stupid and dumb, but we're only young.
Hold me closer tonight,
Hold me closer tonight,
Say you will,
Hold me still,
Til the morning,
Til the morning.
I owe you my heart,
Do you understand?
I owe you my eyes and ears and hands.
Don't Go
Put on your underwear, pull your tights
over your knees. Button up your blouse, zip up your skirt put on
your tiny shoes we're going out i have never loved you more then
I do right now, hold on.
It's much better then before when you talk I listen and we do it
on the floor.
I have never loved you more then I do right now, hold on.
Don't go, don't change, just stay the
same,
Don't leave don't try, don't ask me why.
I love you so much but the language lets me down,
Don't don't change, just stay.
Kick off those shoes, undo your blouse,
drop your skirt, pull down those tights, Take off you under wear,
lets got to bed, it's getting late.
I have never loved you more then i do right now. hold on.
The Greater London Radio
It's a red, red glow above the skyline,
Feel the city twitch,
Feel the city wake.
It's a black, black sky by 6pm,
Makes me feel inspired,
Makes me feel alone.
I'm coming home to you.
The Greater London Radio tonight,
Says no matter what I do I can't speed my love to you.
Traffic's caused a roadblock in my heart,
Hold on my sweetheart,
Hold on my sweetheart,
I'm going to mend my wicked ways,
Now I've lost my friends I have something to say.
The city has no faith if we've no faith in the city,
But this is my home, this is where I want to be.
And on the radio, it's the evening news,
But all I think of is you.
I used to think it was our politics not how we treat people,
That taught us who we are,
I was wrong.
I can't make it OK.
As Soon As You're Ready
I will polish your shoes,
I will bring you good news,
Put a smile on your face, tidy your place,
As soon as you're ready.
I will build you a ship,
Out of matchsticks,
And float it down the Thames, when we've made amends,
As soon as you're ready.
As soon as you're ready.
As soon as you're ready.
I will rattle you cage when you act your age
As soon as you're ready.
Baby clean up your paws,
We could both drink some more,
But to rush it too soon on a beautiful moon,
Would be a terrible waste.
As soon as you're ready.
As soon as you're ready.
I'll have you bang to rights, I'll have you up all night.
As soon as you're ready.
She Can't Sleep No More
She works every morning in the greasy
cafeteria,
She makes little pastries and stuffs them with cheese.
The coffee burns her knuckles,
Every time she spills it.
She's alone, shes bereft.
When he moved to Hackney in 1990,
He bought in little trinkets but she turned him down.
She can't sleep no more,
She can't sleep no more,
Since he's gone.
She wrote clumsy poetry,
She let him read it.
He told her it was perfect,
But she scrunched her nose.
She can't sleep no more,
She can't sleep no more,
Since he's gone.
All the ambition that they'd been
storing up was flushed down the lavatory,
She didn't love him but she knew he was what she needed.
He started wishing it, she started dreading it,
She burnt her party clothes.
Now there's nowhere to go since she burnt those party clothes.
She said she didn't need him,
He didn't believe it.
He moved to the country,
And started sleeping around.
She can't sleep no more,
She can't sleep no more,
Since he's gone.
The Cure For Evil
It took a little time, it took a little
wine,
To make a window, to make you mine.
It took a little look, that made you shudder,
It took a little tear to draw you near
But all the while you knew your smile,
Would make it easy to fall in love.
It took a little word, a stupid
something,
To make you hold me, to make you cling.
It took a little stroke, from my hand,
To make you kiss me, to understand.
But all the while you knew your smile,
Would make it easy to fall in love.
Will you want me if I grow boring?
Will you want me if I grow ill?
Will you want me when I grow colder?
Will you want me? Will you kiss me still?
There's far too many ideals fighting for
the air time,
I was shameful back in '96 but I'm not so careless now.
And all those brutal discos that taught me how to pine.
I've no regrets for what I did but I regret I had the time.
Will you want me? Is it too late?
Will you want me? Don't hesitate.
I've been spiteful, you've been kind,
Will you want me in six weeks time?
When you're in the bathroom and when
you've locked the door,
I am dirty in the bedroom, I've not felt this way before.
Don't let my hands go idle, when they feel this much for
you, Can't you tell this much is true when I hold you.
If I sometimes seemed ungrateful, If I
doubted you sometimes,
If I called you by the wrong name, I was out of my tiny mind.
Cause you were the one with sexy shoes,
You frazzled my mind I forgot what I knew,
Oh you were the one, so consol me.
The Day That Thatcher Dies
We will laugh the day that Thatcher
dies,
Even though we know it's not right,
We will dance and sing all night.
I was blind in 1979, by '82 I had clues,
By 1986 I was mad as hell.
The teachers at school, they took us for
fools,
They never taught us what to do,
But Christ we were strong, we knew all along,
We taught ourselves the right from wrong.
And the punk rock kids, and the techno
kids,
No, it's not their fault.
And the hip hop boys and heavy metal girls,
No, it's not their fault.
It was love, but Tories don't know what
that means,
She was Michelle Cox from the lower stream,
She wore high-heeled shoes while the rest wore flat soles.
And the playground taught her how to be
cruel,
I talked politics and she called me a fool,
She wrapped her ankle chain round my left wing heart.
Ding dong, the witch is dead, which old
witch?
The wicked witch.
Ding dong, the wicked witch is dead.
Your Head to Your Toes
It's a beautiful road from your head to
your toes, I will travel it with my fingers barely touching.
It's a sight to behold from your head to your toes,
I will worship it with kisses and cheap wine.
What do you want with me, now you've
seen me at my worst?
What do you want with me, can't you see it's absurd?
I have nothing to offer but a small selfish heart.
But I love you from your head to your toes, I do.
It's a valley, so divine, at the base of
your spine.
Sometimes I rest there and wish.
We've a nest here to build, we have memories to kill,
Let's waste sometime for a while.
What do you want with me, since you've
seen I've been bad.
What do you want with me, can't you see it's so sad?
I have nothing to offer but a small selfish heart.
But I love you from your head to your toes, I do.