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Summer days are gone and winter nights are closing fast
And no-one knows how long they'll last until daylight comes again
Summer days are gone and all we've got to show is tears
To last us all down the years 'til we go home again

Chorus:
'Cause all I want is you now, honey
All I want is you now, baby

Staring at the ocean, looking out to sea
Scouting the horizon, trying to feel
If what we've been saying matter a lot
We've been at it since '

Were we wasting time?
Living here in paradise

She’s back from amsterdam
And I think the journey did her well
Her face has lost it’s touch
The tell tale signs of loneliness inside

But I love her still
And need her company still more

Andalucia when can I see you
When it is snowing out again
Farmer john wants you
Louder and softer closer and dearer
Then again
Needing you taking you keeping you leaving you
In a year and a day to be sure
That your face doesn't alter

Keep me away form a naked flame
I am made of vapor and i will explode
There's been something rattling in the closet trying to get out
The car antenna's gone missing - it's out there somewhere
cruising the streets

Archimedes and me go back a ways

Dark woman in the water drowning
Sinking in a funny way
Black footing for a face exploding
Mimicking our final days

The ocean will have us all
The ocean will have us all

When I stand, my back to the sea
A big white cloud, looking right down on me
Sound of sun, missing my eyes
Everything’s clear, everything’s bright

Big white cloud, big white cloud
Big white cloud on me
Big white cloud, big white cloud

When Abilene was young and gay
And thunder storms filled up the day
The cattle roamed outside the town

Sleeping in the midday sun
Sleeping in the midday sun
Sleeping in the midday sun
Sleeping in the midday sun

I lost my memory today
The day my ship set sail
Atlantic Seaboard east
To India

The Seven Seas
East India Company
Past the Cape of Good Hope

When the winter days are gone
Never find any summer breezes
Until you've gone through spring
Another way out of here
Another way out of here
Another way
Another way out of here

With mistletoe and candle green
To Halloween we go
Ten murdered oranges bled on board ship
Lends comedy to shame
The cattle graze bold uprightly
Seducing down the door
To saddle swords and meeting place
We have no place to go

Never win and never lose
There's nothing much to choose
Between the right and wrong
Nothing lost and nothing gained
Still things aren't quite the same
Between you and me

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine

Well, it's too damn early and your eyes are bleeding
From the vicious bottle the night before
And the last thing you need is a nicety-nice
And small talk crawls out your ears

Maybe it makes you feel just like an undercover Sigmund Freud
I hear it makes you feel just like an undercover Sigmund Freud

Well it's too damn early and your eyes are bleeding
From the vicious bottle the night before
And the last thing you need is a nicety-nice
And small talk crawls out your ears
Maybe it makes you feel just like an undercover Sigmund Freud
I hear it makes you feel just like an undercover Sigmund Freud

Hey there, hey now, hey there, hey now

Taking in the country air
On the river side of town
The voices are close and the people are far
But we don't mind

Kissing in the evening light
It was sweeter then than now
And trying to forget then would little help a bit

I've been chasing ghosts and I don't like it
I wish someone would show me where to draw the line
I'd lay down my sword if you would take it
And tell everyone back home I'm doing fine

I was with you down in Acapulco
Trading clothing for some wine
Smelling like an old adobe woman

Standing waiting for a man to show
Wide eyed one eye fixed on the door
This waiting's killing me, it's wearing me down
Day in day out, my feet are burning holes in the ground

Darkness warmer than a bedroom floor
Want someone to hold me close forever more
I'm a sleeping dog, but you can't tell

Holding on, with both eyes, to things that don't exist
Peering through the cutting wrist, at grand old mother greedy
Rolling out the cotton ship, upon the carpet pillow
Throttling children callously, a messy day with Clancy

Gideon lied and Gideon died
The force of China felt
Gideon smiled as Gideon died

You're having tea with Graham Greene
In a colored costume of your choice
And you'll be held in high esteem
If you're seen in between
Stiffly holding umbrellas
Catching the fellows making the toast
To the civil servant Carruthers
Making the others worser than most

You're going away again
It's almost as if you never came
I'm tired and helpless
and midnight's here
leave me something
something that will make me smile
Someone is calling from the den
"when does survivor come on"

Me and my partner we work on the run
The quick try to get quicker
And the creepers get hung
Now it’s you that got wasted tonight on the job
One lost his liquor
And the other lost his hand

Ten sticky thumb prints on the door and the sink

I suppose I'm glad I'm on this train
And it's long
Somewhere between Dunkirk and Paris
Most people here are still asleep
But I'm awake
Looking out from here at half-past France
Things are much different here than Norway
Not so cold

I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

If the sacheting of gentlemen
Gives you grievance now and then
What’s needed are some memories of planing lakes
Those planing lakes will surely calm you down

Nothing frightens me more
Than religion at my door
I never answer panic knocking, falling

Hedda Gabler
Had a very funny face
Tired of waiting
Tired of the human race

Like her brother
Sitting in the library
Reading how dear Adolph

Hooked up on a fishing line,
Looking for the break of day
I’ve never been here before anyway
Its the line in my feet that’s to blame.

Settled down in the mud
Giving everybody blood
It’s just not such a beautiful thing to do.

I always held on to the sun
And if they left you long enough
You'd find out what was missing
When they finally caught him out

The fire between the ... for
Is arbitrary steam, drowning in pina colladas
As the bull pounds round the ring

Enter the city, on the night
I felt that something's wrong
Building were empty

Lights were out
And we were running lost

I heard you whisper in my ear

Looking for a friend, looking everywhere
Walked along the boulevard, the boulevard of friends
All those mild mannered friends I've got

They're careless and they fall down
All over the place, all over town
I don't want them talking to me

Lie still, sleep becalmed, sufferer with the wound
In the throat, burning and turning. all night afloat
On the silent sea we have heard the sound
That came from the wound wrapped in the salt sheet.

Under the mile off moon we trembled listening
To the sea sound flowing like blood from the loud wound
And when the salt sheet broke in a storm of singing

Oh, watch out, here comes Mary Lou
She thought she lived in a shoe
Everybody thought she was alright
She's all right, she's all right
She's all right

And her mother told her
Baby, it's alright, all right, all right now

Scuba woman down me slow
Scuba woman down me slow
Love you
Skin turn to slime

Hold me slow and dub me down
Take me with you, dub me down
Love you

I believe you Mr Wilson
I believe the things you say
And I'm always thinking of you
When I hear your music play

And you know it's true
That Wales is not like California in any way
And when I listen to your music

The sky is torn across
This ragged anniversary of two
Who moved for three years in tune
Down the long walks of their vows.

Now their love lies a loss
And Love and his patients roar on a chain;
From every true or crater

She makes me so unsure of myself
Standing there but never talking sense
Just a visitor you see
So much wanting to be seen
She'd open up the door and vaguely carry us away

It's the customary thing to say or do
To a disappointed proud man in his grief

I can't help it
You're perfect for me
I couldn't care less
You're perfect for me
I've been waiting
You're perfect for me right now
In the moment
You're perfect for me

Pile à l'heure
Tu m'as fait un trou dans le coeur
Pile à l'heure pile à l'heure
Tu m'as fait un trou dans le coeur
Pile à l'heure

Il n'y a plus rien il n'y a plus rien

There's a parking lot viper alone in the dream
A fabulous disaster of an underground queen
She never took no for an answer
Never took no for an answer

Carnivorous lovers can sometimes be fooled
Crashing to earth as they reach for the moon
And never take no for an answer

Sold in a motel
engraved in the dark
The hilfiger needle stabbed
me twice in the back
ooh – good nite
A shadow crawls
across my face
Blurring my vision

As I walked out on the streets of Laredo.
As I walked out on Laredo one day,
I spied a poor cowboy wrapped in white linen,
Wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay.

"I can see by your outfit that you are a cowboy."
These words he did say as I boldly walked by.
"Come an' sit down beside me an' hear my sad story.

Strange times in Casablanca when people pull down their shades
And its easy enough for us to look at each other and wonder why
We were to blame
Blame comes remorselessly transfixed
Like the sound of slamming doors
And doors have doors have doors have doors have doors

Like companions have pets they sleep in each other's mattresses

Wish I could sail in a big black boat
With a big white sail over me
And once in the while
I'd pull into port
Drink some wine with a girl

But Sylvia said
Come to bed

The children are all leaving school today
Mama said, don't worry, I'll be back one day
The blue men in uniform smiled and waved goodbye
She was hiding those tears in her eyes

Roll up the history books, burn the chairs
Set fire to anything, set fire to the air
They're hiding [riding?] to begin and running at the end

We don't know what we're thinking
You wanna see us cry
Shouting at the change Before we catch on fire
Hemorrhaging history, leading from the nose
Calling out the century before the ice could froze

Riding in on horseback, firing off the shots
Pretending to be cavalry, which we were not

Pity the poor man, pity the sad man
Pity the green man who couldn't afford to orgy
Pity the policeman, pity the snowman
Pity the woman who couldn't afford to orgy

"Say, Johnny, you're a little lonesome?
Oh, come on big boy, let me show you
Mmm, don't you wanna good time?"

Your mailbox is always empty
And your landlord always complains
And you try to forget your past
But it's just adding to your pain
And it's time for one more cigarette

Yes, I slept on your satin pillows
They felt like a second skin

Elsewhere in the temple the llamas are gearing up
To assault a tiger mountain when the sun comes up

We sat around whispering in the candle light
missing a game plan for the night
Learning about the difference between north and south
keep a gun in your pocket and your tongue in your mouth

If you grow tired of the friends you make
In case you mean to say something else
Say they were the best of times you ever had
The best of times with the thoughtless kind

We dress conservatively at the best of times
Prefer the shadows to the bright lights in the eyes
Of the ones we love, the bright lights in the eyes of the ones we love

A shadow
Living in between the me you
A gambler
Betting we'll be fine in the end

Once in a while you'd be wrong
Putting your feelings across
Freaking me out in the dark

She was so afraid of everything she said
Since her mother told her why once upon a time
There was no rhyme
Before the clock slammed another door
Of the weary hours we were facing a second hand shylock
Shylocked in, in on us

I saw what it had taken

But us, like other angry whores
Discuss what steps were made before
You don't need them anymore
You know more than I know
You know more than I know
You know more than I know

Instead, we read the morning news

It's midnight
and our silver tongued obsessions come at us out of the dark
Scrambling to be recognised before tearing themselves apart
It's zen and the art of Bollywood
Heroes turning on a spit
The lovers unable to resolve a pre-historic bitch
We don't know the half of it
Clever is as clever does