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Two Left Feet
03:10
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You took the best part and you kept it to yourself
Just like an alter piece left hanging on some shelf
And right or wrong, I’m the one who’s staring up at it…
I saw you sitting in the garden with some guy
Just a little conversation – man I know those kinds
There you go making mountains out of molehills
But right or wrong, I’m the one who’s waiting up for you tonight
I had this dream I had this stupid fantasy
That all I’d see was you and all you’d see was me
The bigger picture coloured in
A silver lining that’s worn thin
Glued to the TV screen
When all I seem to do is dream - and not so well
Not so well….
You left me whispers now I’m talking in my sleep
You’ve kept me dancing on with two left feet
And here I go making molehills out of mountains
But right or wrong I’m the one not giving up on it tonight
I’m the one not giving up on it tonight….
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We All Need
04:45
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Hello Miss tragedy I’ve seen you before?
Knocking on doors, promoting some cause
But I never looked at you, not till today
When you turned to speak
I started to think
That we all need something to say
We all need something to say
First date scene’s a trampoline
No walk in the park
Cause here comes the start and there go my best intentions
You take my life and make it seem right
Fill up the holes
Cause we all need someone to play/something to say
We all need someone to play/something to play
P.J. I’d marry you and we’d settle down
Iron out the frowns and work it all out
But years from now I’d look at you lying around
Thinking about the love you missed out on
We all need someone to blame
Yes we all need something to blame
We all need something to say
We all need something to say
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Love With You
02:47
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Delicate girl with the folded arms
Taking me away with your deadly charms
Making me the fool that I know I am
I don’t know what its like to be a Romeo
But I know what its like to be loved by
I don’t know what its like to be Edgar Allen
Poems written delving into deep depression
Words in a bottle of your Sunday best
I don’t know what its like to be the hero
But I know what its like to be loved by you (Ooooh)
Everybody’s telling us to stick together
The battles being fought they will all get better
But the tears on your face speak a thousand words
And I know what its like to be the saddest clown
When every picture of you comes tumbling down
Cause I know what its like to be in love with you.
(ooooh)
As you come tumbling down – I know
I know what its like….
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4. |
Any Given Day
04:24
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Here we are, stretched out like a pair of shooting stars
On any given day, luck comes into play
Years apart, wrapped up in a dream that never starts
On any given day luck comes into play
Now its been and done the surreptitious one saves the day
A cameo in blue with lines better than you
Turns the stage lights off and takes the good girl home with him…
Here’s the part – a solitary figure in the dark
With a chemical bouquet luck comes in to sink you down
Clutching at whatever can be found
In every little way, luck comes into play
So you see its true the sentence that was due gets paid
Damaged and divorced the sole pretender caught
It s a way to go, you take the good girl home with you…
Here we are, stretched out like a pair of shooting stars
On any given day, luck comes into play
On any given day
On any given day
On any given day
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Home Movies
04:34
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A simple man, a tired girl, they settle down and build a world
Make no pretends, it sounds like love
He acts the clown to her trapeze, they navigate with such great ease
And make home movies about it
In a bedroom there’s a photo of a beach town
A black suit and a happy ever after gown
Ornaments, expensive clothes, they fill the house and starve the home
But make great dinner conversations
But a baby boy and a baby girl will complicate a simple world
The china plates’ days are numbered
Little footprints are the measure of a year now,
(and) family pictures that you’re putting up and taking down
Years go by, move in reverse, not making love, just makes it worse
They’re making movies about this
Like a dead car sitting on the free-way
Knowing doesn’t stop you driving on it every day
A simple man, a tired girl, they settle down and build a world
And make home movies about it
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6. |
Air With Words
05:12
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You all dressed in white, playing piano to my out of tune guitar
We’re the only two in sight
If we create history here in this bed
Fully clothed lovers with more words than sense
Not the silent types - filling the air with words tonight
You look kind of right, can we fix the details some other time?
And reach those dizzying heights
Forging a future on false sentiment
Tripping ourselves with this uncommon sense
Not the silent types - filling the air with words tonight
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do ,do ,do ,do – Hah, ah, ah, ah ah, ah, no, no!
Everything’s open to interpretation
It’s the last time I tell you anything -
About me
You all dressed in white, playing piano to my out of tune guitar
We’re the only two in sight
If we create history here in this bed
Fully clothed lovers with more words than sense
Not the silent types - filling the air with words
Filling the air with words
Filling the air with words tonight
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Paper Mache and a penchant for the obvious
Making models of a world that looks ridiculous
Bending eyes toward the fancy people’s ignorance
You won’t go now you’re far too safe and sound
In a world that’s made for two…
You had big plans about the city you would build for her
But they left when the bassinet and baby came between you
Spending more time at the office seems the only things to do,
You won’t go now you’re far too safe and sound
In a world that’s made for two
You won’t go now you’re far too safe and sound
In a world that’s made for……….two
Not the picture that you dreamt about inside your head
Not the lover you thought you’d be sleeping next to in bed
Not the life that you signed on for, It’s a counterfeit instead…
You won’t go now you’re far too safe and sound
In a world that’s made for two (x4)
Take a look around at who you’re standing next to
Take a look around at who you’re holding onto
You won’t go now…
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He's Counting Days
04:36
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He’s counting days: she’s counting hours ahead
Falling so gracefully into an argument
The tentative colours of a stage have been set
There’s a lull creeping over the audience
A quiet crescendo and a little over-acting to go
Send on the stand-ins to tell them the act must go on
Highlight the fine print to settle the situation
‘Cause the lines have been spoken but nothing’s been said
There were moments but you don’t remember them
And it’s a wrestle with curtains that signals the end of the show
You built a world but we know that you faked it
By watching you make it I’m watching you go
Take down the tapestries: tie up the ends in a bow
Fill up each sentence with tales of a love that has gone
The backdrops are lowered and a single light set
On a stage that was home to delight and dissent
Where goodbyes are mandatory
At the end of the show
You built a wall and I’m watching you break it
Not watching you make it
I’m watching you go…
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Unstable
04:09
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I'd almost forgotten myself then you climbed aboard
And I couldn't get off
Seventeen ways to feel low, you taught them well
So they were all that I'd know
Now I feel fine, safety my crime
I'm unstable moving alone now.
Tempered decisions let go, walking away
From a place I don't know
Love letters written on cue,
Invented by men with nothing to do
Now I feel fine - hiding inside
Turned tables, soft and dishonest
(that) Burn like a promise, burn like a promise,
Burn like a promise
Now I feel fine, safety my crime
I'm unstable moving alone now
Moving alone now
Moving alone now
Moving alone now
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10. |
Lily
05:20
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High above the 8 X 10s - a big blue sky is coloured in
As Lily plays piano in the west wing of a Hawthorn mansion
She plays each note just like it is, with the solemn poise of morning gin
On any given day it's the best thing she has found
All hell is waiting to be offered up by Lily and those ivory chords.
Tender moments overlooked by her marriage to a balanced book
And the sweet scented display of a manicured house
By and by the six foot fence a simple life of ordinance
Is surely waved away by a growing bank account
All hell is waiting to be offered up by Lily and those ivory chords
By Lily and her ivory show
She gave her love of course to a guy with an eye for detail
A philosophic dreamer with an antique heart not built for use
A wooden box of strings can take the shape of something precious
And give an old girl wings to fly away
High above a sleepless night, a restless girl has taken flight
And Lily plays piano
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11. |
Me and You
03:15
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There will be time to trace the life that's written on your face
In silhouetted shades of black and white
I Know you're looking where you've been at lines that fenced you in
Drawing them in thicker every night
You only make it worse when you tell it like it is
A crowd of angry enemies exploding from within
I never needed reams of proof to know the simple truth
That you've been slipping further by and by
The rope you tied will never stick you never learnt that trick
And quiet desperation's not your style
You only make it worse when you tell it how it is
The tired words of enemies just drag you further in
Until there's nothing left to do
and this old town that we once knew is splitting us in two
There's nothing we can do - there's only me and only you
We'll battle in the living room and put ourselves to bed
To start it all again
There will be time to make amends and look beyond the end
To love that's filled with passion
To words scattered like ashes
To things that never happened
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