Adam Devlin

Bluetonic
by Bluetones




when I am sad and weary
when all my hope is gone
and I can't put my finger on the time things first went wrong
I have a little secret i like to tell myself
and until now i haven't told anybody else

you may not see things my way
like my method or my reasons
but you can't tell me that i'm wrong

there's no heart you can't melt
with a certain little smile
and no challenge should be faced
without a little charm and a lot of style
so don't put your faith in time - she heals but doesn't change
and only a fool won't take the chance to stay the same

when I am sad and weary
when all my hope is gone
I walk around my house and think of you with nothing on
I have a list of things I go over in my mind
when I can just sit right back and watch the world unwind

you may not see things my way
I don't care 'cause I'm not asking
but you can't tell me that I'm wrong

there's no heart you can't melt
with a certain little smile
and no challenge should be faced
without a little charm and a lot of style
so don't put your faith in time - she heals but doesn't change
and only a fool won't take the chance to stay the same

yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!

Cut Some Rug - The bluetones.
(Expecting To Fly 1996)

Seems like your always
A million miles away.
As far as i'm concerned
Thats where you can stay
(But all the time i'm reminded)

Used to be a time
We had a lot in common.
But now as far as i can see
You've got something coming.
And all the time you're behind me,
.....
And all the time you remind me

CHORUS
Of blitzreig and the doodle-bug,
Salt upon a bubbling slug
You Say
"I can talk to you anytime
But i just wanna cut some rug!"
Turn yourself away and shrug, and say
"I can talk... anytime!"

It's easy living in a bubble.
No Complication or trouble.
But it's hard, to have responsibility,
(And judging by you ... a personality!)
....
And all the time you remind me.

CHORUS
Of blitzreig and the doodle-bug,
Salt upon a bubbling slug
You Say
"I can talk to you anytime
But i just wanna cut some rug!"
Turn yourself away and shrug, and say
"That I can talk...anytime!"
..

And all the time you remind me...
Of blitzreig and the doodle-bug,
Salt upon a bubbling slug
You Say
"I can talk to you anytime
But i just wanna cut some rug!"
Turn yourself away and shrug, and say
"I can talk to yer anytime!"
..
"I can talk to you anytime
But i just wanna cut some rug!"
It's like blitzreig and the doodle-bug..
Salt upon a bubbling slug
You Say,
"I can talk to you anytime
But i just wanna cut some rug!"
Turn yourself away and shrug, and say
"That I can talk......anytime ...
anytime ..... anytime .......... anytime ....... anytime ...

If...
by Bluetones
If you
Get out
Before September
Remember
That I'm
Still inside
But I'm dry
I'm dry
And you
When you try
To make a difference
You're so different
And then I
Try
And just die
I die
You know
That I need
You more than I want ya
But I want ya
For all time
So I
I guess on the line
It's all that I can do
To sing these stupid songs to you
I give up half my time
Just trying to think up words that rhyme
I ain't getting any younger
But you wouldn't know
So it's on
With the show
Sometimes
A smoke
A drink and a ponder
Can work wonders
When you're down
Takes your frown
Turns it 'round
Around
And you
When you try
To make a difference
You're no different
Than when I
Try
And just die
I die
...and now
That your day-
Dream is forgotten
And forgiven
And the world
Has been saved
Be brave
It's all that I can do
To sing these stupid songs to you
I give up half my time
Just trying to think up words that rhyme
I ain't getting any younger
But you wouldn't know
Cos I walk
In shadow
And I never ever
Really show my face
But I'm only ever seen
In the right place

Keep The Home Fires Burning - Bluetones


Can I stay at your house?
I’ll sleep on the floor
My home is a war-zone, I’ve no stomach for more
You can’t hold a candle to what I saw today
More than I can handle, so I’m running away
Home fires burn, scorching a hole through me
And I am welcome no more
It’s the harrowing story of one man’s mistakes
And the names have been left out for the innocents’ sake
That man who would save us from the hurt the world brings neglected to mention who would save us from him
And those home fires burn, scorching a hole through me
It’s like the third degree
And I am welcome no more
Now I’ve no one to turn to
I guess I’m at my wits end
I’m beginning to learn who are really my friends
And those home fires burn, scorching a hole through me
And I am welcome no more
Home fires burn, scorching a hole through me
It’s like the third degree
And I am welcome no more

Slight Retu
-The bluetones.
(Expecting To Fly 1996)

Where did you go?
When things went wrong for you,
When the knives came out for you.

Where did you go?
All you needed was a friend,
You just had to ask and then.....

Chorus
You don’t have to have the solution
You’ve got to understand the problem
And don’t go hoping for a miracle,
All this will fade away.
So i’m going home,
I’m coming home.

What did you lea
?
Locked away all on your own,
Chance and your head all blown.

What did you lea
?
It was unfortunate,
You missed your chance to find out that.

Chorus
You don’t have to have the solution,
You’ve got to understand the problem
And don’t go hoping for a miracle.
All this will fade away.
So i’m coming home ..
I’m coming home ..
I’m coming home .. ..
But just for a short while.
......x2

I love your bodywork and your flashy pop-up lights.
The way you hug the corners, however fast and tight.
She comes in sixteen colours, she’ll suck your money dry.
Gives shitty mileage, but come on let’s get inside.
I love your slinky spoilers, they really speak to me.
State-of-the-art sound system, leather upholstery.
She purrs just like a kitten, she seems to throb with pride.
Gives you the feeling you’ve been taken for a ride.
Pay no attention to the sign.
No stopping any time.
Come park that chassis next to mine.
You know, I’m on a double-yellow line.
I love your bodywork and your flashy pop-up lights.
The way you hug the corners, however fast and tight.
She comes in sixteen colours, she’ll suck your money dry.
Gives shitty mileage, but come on let’s get inside.
Pay no attention to the sign.
No stopping any time.
Come park that chassis next to mine.
You know, I’m on a double-yellow line.
I like to burn some rubber, I like to feel the steel.
I like to put my foot down, I like to take the wheel.
She purrs just like a kitten, she’ll go that final mile.
But if she’s rocking don’t come knocking for a while.
Pay no attention to the sign.
No stopping any time.
Come park that chassis next to mine.
You know, I’m on a double-yellow line.

That’s where we used to go.
Come rain or shine or even snow.
Even in snow.
She shed her secrets there.
She shed her clothes and skin and hair.
Her beautiful hair.
That’s when I made her mine.
I carved our names in Emily’s pine.
Emily’s spine.
That’s where we’d spend our days.
And that’s where my lovely lady lays.
Come share the shade with me.
Come find some peace beneath the tree.
Our evergreen tree.
And that’s when I made her mine.
I carved our names in Emily’s pine.
Emily’s spine.
(Okay now! Let’s go!)
Somewhere a radio played a quiet mournful serenade.
She didn’t make a sound, and so I lay my true love down.
There on the ground.
But when our song was done, my only precious thing was gone.
Lady be gone.
(One last time, boys!)
Goodbye baby, I’m never coming back.
I’ve burnt all the evidence and covered up my tracks.
Goodbye baby, I’m never coming back.
I’ve burnt all the evidence and covered up my tracks.

If...
by Bluetones
If you
Get out
Before September
Remember
That I'm
Still inside
But I'm dry
I'm dry
And you
When you try
To make a difference
You're so different
And then I
Try
And just die
I die
You know
That I need
You more than I want ya
But I want ya
For all time
So I
I guess on the line
It's all that I can do
To sing these stupid songs to you
I give up half my time
Just trying to think up words that rhyme
I ain't getting any younger
But you wouldn't know
So it's on
With the show
Sometimes
A smoke
A drink and a ponder
Can work wonders
When you're down
Takes your frown
Turns it 'round
Around
And you
When you try
To make a difference
You're no different
Than when I
Try
And just die
I die
...and now
That your day-
Dream is forgotten
And forgiven
And the world
Has been saved
Be brave
It's all that I can do
To sing these stupid songs to you
I give up half my time
Just trying to think up words that rhyme
I ain't getting any younger
But you wouldn't know
Cos I walk
In shadow
And I never ever
Really show my face
But I'm only ever seen
In the right place

Can I stay at your house?
I’ll sleep on the floor.
My home is a war-zone, I’ve no stomach for more.
You can’t hold a candle to what I saw today.
More than I can handle, so I’m running away.
Home fires burn, scorching a hole through me.
And I am welcome no more.
It’s the harrowing story of one man’s mistakes.
And the names have been left out for the innocents’ sake.
That man who would save us from the hurt the world brings, neglected to mention who would save us from him.
And those home fires burn, scorching a hole through me.
It’s like the third degree.
And I am welcome no more.
Now I’ve no one to turn to.
I guess I’m at my wits end.
I’m beginning to learn who are really my friends.
And those home fires burn, scorching a hole through me.
And I am welcome no more.
Home fires burn, scorching a hole through me.
It’s like the third degree.
And I am welcome no more.

There’s a mudslide.
It’s slipping down to cover the hillside.
And you can bet it’s gonna seep into your house, in through your eyes and out your dirty little mouth.
There’s a mudslide.
A mile-wide brown-tide.
A bonafide mudslide.
And what’s the odds that you’re enjoying one right now, from the comfort of your favourite easy-couch?
And the man said “How’m I gonna get my white shirt clean?”
“How’m I gonna get my?”
“How’m I gonna get my?”
“How’m I gonna get my white shirt clean?”
“How’m I gonna get my?”
“How’m I gonna get by?”
There’s a mudslide.
Slipping down to cover the hillside.
And you can bet it’s gonna seep into your house, in through your eyes and out your dirty little mouth.
There’s a mudslide.
A mile-wide brown-tide.
A bonafide mudslide.
And what’s the odds that you’re enjoying one right now, from the comfort of your favourite easy-couch?
The scum’s gonna keep on rising.
It swallows up the sun-shining blue horizon.
And everywhere you look it’s the same disguises.
The lunatics, it seems, run the whole asylum.
The scum’s gonna keep on rising.
It swallows up the sun-shining blue horizon.
And everywhere you look it’s the same disguises.
The lunatics, it seems, run the whole asylum.
There’s a mudslide.
It’s slipping down to cover the hillside.
There’s a mudslide.
A mile-wide brown-tide.
A bonafide mudslide.
There’s a mudslide.
Slipping down to cover the hillside.
There’s a mudslide.
A mile-wide brown-tide.
A bonafide mudslide.
There’s a mudslide.
Slipping down to cover the hillside.
There’s a mudslide.
A mile-wide brown-tide.
A bonafide mudslide.

Take a look at this face of mine.
Take a look at this mask.
What are you looking for?
Well, you may ask.
See, I’ve so many secrets.
I have so many spies.
Things I can’t live with no more, playing behind these eyes.
I need a station.
I need a break.
I need an oil-change.
I need something to help me along on my way.
I need something to keep me awake.
Just hit the road, I thought.
Just stab it and steer.
And so I kept riding, until I came here.
Well you know that you might be my last friend on earth.
And I have but one last request, for what it’s worth.
I need a station.
I need a break.
I need an oil-change.
I need something to help me along on my way.
I need something to keep me awake.
And if you remember me in a while, that’s enough.
And if you remember me and smile, that’s enough.
I need a station.
I need a break.
I need an oil-change.
I need something to help me along on my way.
I need something to keep me awake.

It was a month and a day, it seems a lifetime away, when we first met in town and spent a night.
We drank and we talked until the music was stopped, and the barman came and turned back on the light.
We arranged again to meet and as I walked off down the street I swear that I felt ten feet tall.
Was I dizzy from the wine, or maybe I just missed the signs, ’cause now you won’t return my calls.
I hope that one day when you’re ancient, preparing for another lonely night, you close your eyes for one last time and you see me in my prime.
The great lost love of my life.

I hear something in the basement, when I shouldn’t hear a sound.
Voices speaking there in whispers.
People moving stuff around.
Now this was causing me to lose sleep.
So I thought I’d check it out.
But the dust down there was this deep, and there was no-one about.
I think I’m starting to lose what grip I had.
I think I’m starting to slide.
Beast or bride?
You decide.
Am I paranoid enough for the outside?
I told the doctor of my symptoms, and he didn’t say a word.
I’m getting hives on my shoulders, and I get tired like a small bird.
And soon my friends stop coming over, ’cause I just lie there on the bedspread.
Listening to voices in the basement.
Or is that voices in my head?
I think I’m starting to lose what grip I had.
I think I’m starting to slide.
Beast or bride?
You decide.
Am I paranoid enough for the outside?
I’ll catch you later, get me outta here, outta here.
I’ll catch you later, get me outta here, outta here.
Yeah, I’ll catch you later, get me outta here, outta here.
I’ll catch you later, get me outta here, outta here.

Afloat in a boat on a river.
Leading a simple life.
These are the tools that I’m given:
The compass line and knife.
One at a time, the old crimes are forgotten.
Buried in line, and left there to go rotten.
One at a time, the old crimes are forgotten.
Buried in lime, and left there to go rotten.
I follow the stars to wherever.
Moon turn the tides away.
Asleep in the arms of forever.
I’m drifting out into the bay.
One at a time, the old crimes are forgotten.
Buried in line, and left there to go rotten.
One at a time, the old crimes are forgotten.
Buried in lime, and left there in a hole.
I believe there’s something good around the corner.
I received a premonition.
Coasting out towards the sea and waters’ warmer.
All my dreams come to fruition.
The last of the great navigators.
Marooned with no fixed address.
Alone with the songs of the Siren.
And the devil made done for the rest.
One at a time, the old crimes are forgotten.
Buried in line, and left there to go rotten.
One at a time, the old crimes are forgotten.
Buried in lime, and left there in a hole to rot away.

Baby’s talking, it’s what she does best.
I’ll just sit and agree.
Florid insults glide out on her breath.
Mostly ’bout me.
She says “Can’t you see past the mirror some times?”
“Take a look at your peers.”
“Stretching out all their half-arsed ideas into half-arsed careers.”
Tiger Lily it’s four in the morning.
Tiger Lily you’ve got to stop calling me.
Can’t catch up with the hours you keep.
Tiger Lily just go back to sleep.
How d’you keep up with all that goes on?
Names and dates set me reeling.
But when you dial those numbers that tally with mine, did you notice the time?
Where did it go?
Now it’s twilight outside and we talked half the night.
And what did we say?
Luck can change maybe today.
Baby’s talking, it’s what she does best.
I’ll just sit and agree.
Contradictions glide out on her breath.
Mostly ’bout me.
And where went the time?
Now it’s twilight outside and we talked half the night.
And what did we say?
Luck can change maybe today.

God made this glorious day and over-arching sky.
For rolling in the hay and watching clouds flow by.
God made this single day for sinners everywhere.
So fill your heart with abandon, and drink in the golden air.
We share signs of bad design, but have we lost the plot?
It’s not the world we saw for ourselves, but it’s the only one we’ve got.
God made this beautiful day for sinners everywhere too.
And if your ears are burning, maybe I’m speaking of you.
They haven’t written the guide book yet.
A set of rules that really fit.
We make our own up bit by bit.
Seven levels below.
Acknowledge if you will this peaceful perfect night.
How still the day seems now that it’s been starved of light.
Under the moon and stars the freaks come out to play.
Whatever gets you through it, hey brother that’s okay.
They haven’t written the guide book yet.
A set of rules that really fit.
We make our own up bit by bit.
Seven levels below.
God made this beautiful day for sinners everywhere.
So fill your heart with abandon, and drink in the golden air.
They haven’t written the guide book yet.
A set of rules that really fit.
We make our own up bit by bit.
Seven levels below.
They haven’t written the guide book yet.
A set of rules that really fit.
We make our own up bit by bit.
Seven levels below.

I don’t care much for tradition, and I know you’ll be leaving one day.
I can’t promise that I’ll ever be the one.
But if you’ll love me till Monday.
Let’s Seran Wrap for the weekend, and see who comes up for air first.
We can go and break some windows.
And run and run until our chests were fit to burst.
Forget we ever said the words:
“The future is dead.”
That’s what you said.
It’s all in your head.
You see, not mine, I’m fine, I’m alive, I’ve arrived.
We thought we could make a difference, and be remembered when the Pyramids are dust.
But we’ve had to learn that these bridges that we build can be as fragile as a loved one’s trust.
“The future is dead.”
That’s what you said.
It’s all in your head.
You see, not mine, I’m fine, I’m alive, I’ve arrived.
Here comes my everything.
This is my everything.
There goes my everything.
Bye bye my love.
“The future is dead.”
That’s what you said.
It’s all in your head.
You see, not mine, I’m fine, I’m alive, I’ve arrived.
“The future is dead.”
That’s what you said.
It’s all in your head.
You see, not mine, I’m fine, I’m alive, I’ve arrived.
Let’s forget about the questions.
We’ve been dragging round for years.
Let’s clear this smokey air between us.
Then say goodbye, and shed no tears.

Indecision is a curious thing, it can turn your charity into sin.
Hesitation or the blink of an eye can make your truth feel just like a lie.
What if you were raised to feel naturally grateful, guilty?
What if you were raised to feel naturally grateful?
Repetition as a way of life, it’s a safe way out but a long hard fight.
Isolation is a means to an end, it’s amazing how fast you’ll forget your friends.
What if you don’t have what it takes to be humble, worthy?
What if you don’t have what it takes to be humble?
Feed your head, save your breath, because one of these days, because one of these days.
Why must I feel I’m the one who must show you the way, who must show you the way?
Feed your head, save your breath, because one of these days you might need it.
Why must I feel I’m the one who must show you to make you believe it?
Any fool can see that I’m a bad example.
If the only advice I bring is to chew on your food and save your string.
Maybe I don’t have what it takes to be humble, worthy.
Maybe I don’t have what it takes to be humble.
Feed your head, save your breath because one of these days you might need it.
Why must I feel I’m the one who must show you to make you believe it?
Feed your head, save your breath because one of these days, because one of these days.
Why must I feel I’m the one who must show you to make you believe it?
To make you believe.