I'm lying to myself But I don't know if I'm prepared to listen The answer is skin deep Where can I find a simpler complexion?
Maybe I can, maybe I can't Maybe a baby or maybe a plant I could buy a gun, a new pair of shoes I'll make you unhappy So don't make me choose Between the devil I know, the devil I don't A lover who loves me and a lover who won't Accept that I'm so confused About love and love I have refused
I'll get a lot of ink out of our affair I'll get a lot of ink out of our affair It's over the kitchen sink with flowers in our hair But, baby, I don't care
I want what I can't have But if by chance I get it I don't want it I want to hold your hand But holding hands holds more demands than answers
Give me a kiss, give me a break Give me a miss 'cause I won't stay awake Beyond the flattery dash Caught in a crush A moment of pash before the pregnant hush Is it two hearts or three? Shaken or stirred? Give me an answer or give me the bird Oh won't you tell me about the loves in your life? You're nobody's fool and nobody's wife
You, you execute love's pas de deux But you think you're just par for the course And your kisses have no strings attached And your love is always left on the latch You're such a sweet thing Not a catch phrase or a dance craze But the nature of my success Seems to make your tears jingles for singles
You remind me of Julie Christie in 'Billy Liar' You, your milky youth Wide eyed devotion and pure desire
You are open to all of my suggestions But you are better for none of my pretensions
They get their way most times But you'll get your way this time You cannot stay in this hole You'll get away this time
Warm with wayward hope Your kisses breathless, your love divine You left drama school For shop floor restless, not by design
You are tired of provincial boutique Sundays You want the mythical New York and Champs Elysee
Never try to profit With fortune you can stop it I'm afraid you will succeed To find what capitals are cleaner The grass is so much greener Please don't ever go to seed
A catalogue of ill gotten forgoteries Knocking at your door at nine Tumbling down like sand castles Your eiderdown Slipping off your skin and mine
But something strikes At my window one night I awake imagining you Standing out on the beach With a pocket torch and a lock of hair And not knowing what to do
There are plenty of boys in the sea But none of them love you like me
We'll never argue, we'll never sigh If I never see you We can't say goodbye
The streets all muscle in with hunger For the nights I should've slept with you You didn't answer the phone I drove across town through dusk Cathedrals, museum and school
But by the time I arrived Your room looked like you'd gone away And were sure never to return A pile of magazines My letters under coffee cups Unanswered and unconcerned
Meet me by the traffic lights On Corporation Street Changing, always changing But only to repeat
The need to transcend Defeat the need to pretend
Love is always cause for celebration The other three dimensions let you down There's no need to leave the love station You can take this trip in any town Once you know the destination There's no need to leave the love station If you can make it there
For mercy, pity, peace and love Are all you need Money, though we don't have much Will only buy you greed
It's cheap to defeat The vicious need to compete
You thought the doors of love Had slammed on you You pull the brocade curtains tightly to Turn up the sprouts Let your mascara run Forget yourself And get some loving done
When you go to bed You just turn your back to face him Nothing can be said You didn't fall in love to hate him The nights of naked gloom And lonely even though he's with you
When you go to bed You tell him what he wants to hear When you fall asleep Your dreams of love are so severe When you go to bed You tell him what he wants to hear "It's OK, it's alright" It don't take much to stop a fight
When you go to bed Can you hide the truth you're cheating? And when you awake Do you reach out for someone missing? Like I reach out for you And only find the same old stranger
The haute couture shows of love you make The Leonard Cohen bible of fashion If you're lonely in your dressing gown I'm ready to wear, off the peg And ready for bed
You, you've got a funny way of saying hello And a pocketful of undisclosed dreams You paved my way to helpless nerves And no one gets inside your jeans
Now don't mention the blur At the merest hint of her
I love you, you don't know How much I love you And how that crush is a blow You don't care about me And how I care about you
Once before the world became serene The hands of love pushed me away But soon you will reject that scene For acts of love and passion plays
Let's improvise A perfect world without the lies
With your wristful of chains And your fistful of change I hope that you get through Now you think your dandy pose Goes with my basement clothes What made you change your view? Maybe it's my loving tongue The ecstasy from which we swung (I'm your lover in a world of dreams)
You screw up your face when he kisses you And when you make love it's not love for you And when you cry he swears you're not the same Where is the girl he would have died for?
Perhaps the girl has kissed the boy And never will
Unkiss that kiss, she never could Untouch that touch, she never would Unkiss that kiss, she never could Untouch that touch
She said she'd only meet him once But then her dreams could not allow Her to forget how much she had forgot And he became her forget-me-not
Winter approached and only his kiss Could warm her
I went to St. Christopher's Place But it reminded me of you Remainder: our night on French bed linen Oh, but don't expect me to...
In the summer and her pinafore She thought she'd love for evermore How soon things sour Past the bewitching hour She finds herself in winter deep inside her coat The past is just an anecdote She can't forget for it's her alphabet of time
Will there be a war Will she die or will she no And find the pain of youth still shows? Like Mary Tyler-Moore She stares across the yawning tide Out of love and terrified
In the Sunday colour magazine She reads a line and then she dreams Of what she'll do When she leaves you again She knows that home Was once a wild unknown As always her own chaperone Catch the bus from wilderness or to
Will there be a war And will she die or will she no And find the pain of youth still shows? Like Mary Tyler-Moore She stares across the yawning tide Out of love and terrified
Hold on tight
Will there be a war And will she die or will she no And find the pain of youth still shows? Like Mary Tyler-Moore She stares across the yawning tide Out of love and terrified
Hold on tight Catch that bus Fares please Ding ding ding
Once we were lovers Against all the others Simply defeated They knew they were done for Elected assassins Or friends of assassins I suppose under pressure We drifted apart
Oh, what have they done for you? Oh, what have they done for you? We used to laugh in the sun We made the philistines run Now look what they've done
They become fascists To save their interests They think that the homeless Should remain homeless They try and make wild ones Just good factory hands But when you play their game They give you your cards
Together we can vote them out And make ours a better time I'll see you on the barricades On Bromford Bridge And Saltley Gate & Vine
I'll never be hip in the magazines (That don't matter) And I don't mix in those social scenes (Just don't bother) I'm not in the book on the coffee tables (I don't care) And I just don't fit designer labels We're out there
We've just got each other One love and one lover
This must be the start of something special Taken to the heart as something special When we're apart we're together Welcome to the start of forever
It's such a release just to be with you (We're together) Even when I can't speak my love talks to you (You're my lover) You don't tie me down, you just set me free (Easter, brother) I don't want more than you to be with me (Undercover)
I can't express it better Mere words lack the lustre
Be my liberty, be my fact and fantasy Make love while you can Has there been a better plan?
Well, I could go on but I just don't know I had to fall a little, crawl a little Do it in the hall a little, Rachel
I kissed your lips, I lifted up my voice I had to weep a little, creep a little Do it in the street a little, Rachel
Fire down below Tell me where do kisses go Fire the glamor guns The junky girls have junky sons
I'm a gangster priest but I fell in love I had to fall a little, crawl a little Do it in the hall a little, Rachel
I kissed your lips, I lifted up my voice I had to weep a little, creep a little Do it in the street a little, Rachel
Everything is great, I don't know what to do Don't know what to wear or who to make love to Have you seen those films where they look like us? Without such grace perhaps and with too much fuss
Singing, "Where were you in '82 When there were great new drugs to do?" And where are those that voted for The end of all that we fought for?
Be my liberty, be my fact and fantasy Make love while you can Has there been a better plan?
Well, I could go on but I just don't know I had to fall a little, crawl a little Do it in the hall a little, Rachel
And I kissed your lips, I lifted up my voice I had to weep a little, creep a little Do it in the street a little, Rachel
Come over to my garden Let's listen to the trees Swaying to the rhythm Set up by the breeze I'd like to play you new songs That I wrote on my knees And if you'd like to live here Then we can cut some keys
The clothes you wore you had to change For you were getting bored In studied rags do slip straps show Now you can't be ignored
Mr. Twentieth Century Man You don't have to pretend That everything won't end Mr. Twentieth Century Man Say goodbye to your shoes Turn off the news Mr. Twentieth Century Man, it's over Who'll miss the Twentieth Century Man?
Haven't I been lucky? I've been allowed to sing Fooled them when they bought me I didn't sell a thing! I want to make you happy I want this song to bring All the love in this world The last tulips of Spring
A way to live, a way to go These things I can not find But when I think I'm all played out A song will come to mind
When you were young You always thought you'd be a star Even when you washed the glasses in that bar But since you've been recognised Your modesty's been paralysed Your looking through Gilmour's eyes
In a starfit Nothing cuts the mustard in a starfit Your p's and q's are busted And you don't give a damn About the every fan Who puts the coinage in your starfit
And when it's done What will become of all that pride? The washed out stares Lay bare the care that cracks inside You are nothing more than you were before You're just a played out bore
Having a starfit Nothing cuts the mustard in a starfit Your p's and q's are busted And you don't give a damn You're waiting for the man To put a plaster on your starfit
But since you've been recognised Your modesty's been paralysed You're looking through Garbo's eyes
I die You die Softly and so alive No one else has seen me cry Ghetto child I hear you breathing See you heart beating Promise this time the dreams are on me Ghetto child Driven like the lambs Hiding from the hands She breathes, she breathes, she breathes When out the door she slams For no one understands She breathes, she breathes, she breathes Breathes a ghetto child Paper flowers So grey and golden Scent the circus of your soul Ghetto child A book of pictures With no words for it Something's scribbled in the snow Ghetto child Driven like the lambs Hiding from the hands She breathes, she breathes, she breathes When out the door she slams For no one understands She breathes, she breathes, she breathes Breathes a ghetto Child born after Coltrane died But before that one small step Relieved when no one realised That's as high as man could get You'll never take a bigger step Than a ghetto child Driven like the lambs Hiding from the hands She breathes, she breathes, she breathes When out the door she slams For no one understands She breathes, she breathes, she breathes She breathes, she breathes, she breathes She breathes, she breathes, she breathes She breathes, she breathes
Write it on the wall If you think you've heard it all before Write it on the wall For everyone who thinks they've heard it all Here's some more
If you grow up to be beautiful and wild You'll just have to live longer as a child
The universal daughter Heaven made you King Of the kids on every corner And the Queen of everything And you'll live on for every one Who didn't get this far To sleep through rainy Tuesdays In the back of your car
Everything's the same Some things never change But we perceive everything has changed Nothing seems the same so we grieve
Can you believe that they're boarding up the future Did you get in on time? Dressed up in nostalgia Now it's you, it's your turn to shine
Catch the last train Sunday evening Evacuate provincial suburbs Back to halls the digs the balls To make your play Maybe when the term is over Then you'll stay For all the popstars in your pub They think they're London girls And London girls in mummy’s pearls They know the colours understand They think their time will last Camden Town on Tuesday lunchtime Get the papers maybe this time Indicators indicate a trend your way You're front page news The guest list proves that you don't pay For all the popstars in your pub They think they're London girls And London girls in mummy’s pearls They know the colours understand They hope their time will last Miriam & Vivien invite you to their private view To drink white wine and later dine, Oh don't forget ‘Cause you're the latest hot shot Brit-pop poet laureate And all the popstars in your pub Now think they're London girls And London girls in mummy’s pearls They know the colours understand They hope their time will last (London girls rule okay)
