1. |
But Hey
04:04
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Blue skies over paradise
and you turn to me and say
‘Baby, I wish that there could be
some other way,
but hey.”
And I could sit here
for the rest of the day
and ask myself why
you walked away,
but hey
what difference would it make
anyway? The ice may be thin
in the middle of the lake
but it’s a risk you have to take
when you’re fishing.
And was it included
in your plans
to reveal the identity
of the other man?
Well hey,
save your breath anyway
‘cause I saw you two
yesterday, you were in his car
that man you said was your Pa
and I believed you
‘cause he was old enough by far.
But there’s things you’ve done
that have hurt me more:
what about that dress you wore?
The one I bought for you
that you never wore when I was with you.
And hey,
it’s true what your friends say
it makes you look
too fat anyway
but I guess he likes you that way.
And here
at the end of it all
you have the gall
to turn to me and say to me
“There’s plenty more fish in the sea”.
What a shame
fish don’t appeal to me
sexually.
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2. |
Valentine Thing
03:08
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I drove your car to the bay
might have been yesterday
or the day before.
I thought it would be sweet,
that things would be complete
if you were there in the passenger seat.
Forget the valentine thing
that is not why I sing for you.
I don't want to hang
just want to be the yang
for your yin.
I sat beneath a tree
I dreamt you dreamt of me
and we were holding hands.
I dreamt that just maybe
one day it would not be
such a trauma to be your man.
And if by chance I should fall.
It's because I I had no say in it
I never even prayed for it.
It's because I had no say in it at all.
Perhaps when you are nearer
things will be a little clearer
and I will understand.
I haven't lost the plot
I guess I just forgot.
Spilled a little coffee on the plans.
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3. |
Mrs Magee
03:22
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Every evening at quarter past ten
Mrs Magee said “Goodnight” to her only friend.
He was clean cut and polite,
always winked at her before he said “Goodnight”.
She was eighty-three and lonely.
He read the late night news on TV.
Now as he waits like Theseus father on the shore
for the white sail of a key turned in the door
the wedding ring of telephone is too far to answer.
Mrs Magee assumes he's not home.
She was eighty-three and lonely.
He read the late night news on TV.
Ain't it strange how we change with our age?
Sitting here wrinkled and grey
like the girl in the nightclub with the hare lip
that nobody wants to kiss.
Mrs Magee took her unrequited love
and moved to the house of the lord up above.
If more than just strangers had been in the pews
Mrs Magee might have made the late news.
She was eighty-three and lonely.
He read the late night news on TV.
Rocking chair, high chair, whose chair, my chair.
Hare lips and loose lips and loose lips they sink ships.
Eighty-three and lonely Mrs Magee.
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4. |
Memory Burns
04:46
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He still remembers the town that he grew up in:
he flew box kites on the wind.
His dreams lay where that great north wind came from
though he knew it was a sin.
He still remembers the girl he loved at seventeen.
Oh she had the sweetest smile.
He still remembers the reason that she loved him:
because he drove her father wild.
But that's all he can recall.
He had her picture on his wall.
But you can't always land on your feet
when you fall
head over heels.
One sunny Sunday she took him to her father's house.
They had hot roast lamb for tea.
He said “So son what do you plan to do with the rest of your life?”
and he said “Well sir I'm only seventeen.”
But that's all he can recall.
He had her picture on his wall.
But you can't always land on your feet
when you fall
head over heels.
Last place he saw her was the kitchen at her father's house.
She was standing by the door.
She said “I'm sorry man but this is where this romance ends,
I can't see you anymore.”
As he walked home a gentle rain began to fall.
It hid the tears on his face.
Stopped at a Caltex for a jerry can of gasoline
and went back and torched the place.
But that's all he can recall.
He's got her picture on his whitewashed cell wall.
But you can't always land on your feet
when you fall
head over heels.
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5. |
Thursday
02:58
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She knew he was drunk
she watched as he plucked
baked beans from the flowers
on the table cloth.
She looked around the room.
She surveyed the scene.
Noone had ever told her
just how beautiful the world could be
view through the fog of a Valium dream.
She heard him say I love you babe.
She'd read in a Readers Digest magazine just that day
that what you say is what you mean
if you've been in the pub all day
and he had been.
She touched all the places he'd loved her before.
She touched her head she touched her heart
and ran for the door.
She did not think she could be loved in that way anymore.
My insecurities just got the better of me you see
that was excuse number three.
She heard number four as she ran for the door
he said “My mother never cared for me.”
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6. |
Generic Love Song
04:00
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I could watch you sleep all day
but I think it's better if I just leave
before the coffee's made.
It seemed like there was nowhere else to go
after a drunkenly mumbled hello.
I can't say I love you so
I'll just leave you my footprints in the snow.
The glass is empty and the bottle's on its way.
You've been on my mind
for most of the day.
No one else has ever made me feel this way.
What the hell would I do if you felt the same?
I can't say I love you so
I'll just leave you my footprints in the snow.
And what if the sky should fall
as I lay by your side?
What if the ships that we taught to go bump in the night
suddenly learned to grind?
I could watch you sleep all day
but I think it's better if I just leave
before the coffee's made.
It seemed like there was nowhere else to go
after a drunkenly mumbled hello.
I can't say I love you so
I'll just leave you my footprints in the snow.
But I'll whistle as I go.
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7. |
NIMBY
03:23
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Your face in a gilt frame
frames my guilt
and I can feel the knives
of a thousand steamy nights with you
backed up to the hilt.
And this could only be a dream come true:
to be wrapped up in a blanket with you.
Why must we hide?
Please don’t remind me again.
Why must you sigh
as you turn and say goodbye?
I know you’re going back to him again.
But I know that I can lie
in bed and smile to know that I
have had my piece of his pie
on the side.
And this could only be a dream come true:
to be wrapped up in a blanket with you.
Why must we hide?
Please don’t remind me again.
Your old man needs something more
than basic fly wire on his back door.
Even though it’s only once a week
I know you give it twice as good
to me
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8. |
No. 8
02:15
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Break off fair Catullus dear
and take as gone what is gone.
The way ahead should now be clear
now you know what’s going on.
And I don’t care if what you are is what I’m not.
I don’t care if you once were and just forgot.
I still don’t mind
I’ll probably never care
now I’ve lost Lesbia true and fair.
Dry your eyes now my sweet friend:
there’s plenty more fish in the sea.
You’ve go the bait between your legs
you can borrow a rod from me.
And I don’t care if what you are is what I’m not.
I don’t care if you once were and just forgot.
I still don’t mind
I’ll probably never care
now I’ve lost Lesbia true and fair.
Seize the day and not the day dream.
Seize the moment not the maybe.
Live your life not as hers but as your own
or spend the rest of it alone.
Who’s room will you visit now?
Who’s lips will you bite?
Who will rub your back in bed
and tell you it’s alright?
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9. |
RSVP
03:11
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Did I pull so tight
the cords of Auld Lang Syne
that they tried to garrotte you
as you slept at night?
Do the four-for-a-dollar snapshots of love
lie fading under you bed
like the fantasies still fucking with me head?
And is this goodbye forever my old friend?
Is this the end of childhood innocence?
Did the girl next door grow up and move away?
Must have been while I was sleeping yesterday.
Was I so blind I could not see
the girl next door was no longer interested me?
Perhaps it was because I got your new boyfriend so stoned
I had to drive the both of you home.
And is this goodbye forever my old friend?
Is this the end of childhood innocence?
Did the girl next door grow up and move away?
Must have been while I was sleeping yesterday.
I can still hear you say goodbye
as you rode you bicycle away.
Love may be blind but it can also make you deaf.
I think these things as I curse you underneath my breath.
So this is goodbye forever my old friend.
This is the end of childhood innocence.
The girl next door’s all grown up and moved away.
She did it while I was sleeping yesterday.
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10. |
Me
02:30
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She said “If you watch the traffic for a while
you can sometimes see the drivers smile.”
I think that shows a certain amount of style.
If I close my eyes I can see
what it is that you don't want from me.
File under F for futility.
It's just that she just makes me feel so wonderfully me.
You never did that for me.
She just makes me feel so wonderfully free.
You can't take that away from me.
The traffic rushes past me
with a noise like a Beethoven symphony in C
and it makes me want to be
like a man that drives a train
or a woman that flies a plane.
Just like anyone that gets me back to her again.
It's just that she just makes me feel so wonderfully me.
You never did that for me.
She just makes me feel so wonderfully free.
You can't take that away from me.
I would turn my back on my past
for a future I know would last.
Thank the waiter for this repast
I must be going home but I must say it's been nice too:
nice to have know you.
Shut your eyes and shut your mouth.
Come on you know it's true.
It's just that she just makes me feel so wonderfully me.
You never did that for me.
She just makes me feel so wonderfully free.
You can't take that away from me.
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11. |
Concrete Evidence
03:07
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You're nothing but a social whore
you think you belong on the fucking north shore
just 'cause my dad owns a big house
you want to be my fucking spouse.
You want your old man to buy you a fast car
baby you belong on the bottom of the harbour.
Plant big trees on the day of arbour
when even rich greenies think you are a social disaster.
Let me tell you now
You'll never be a social elixir
'cause your dad drives a cement mixer.
Don't you glare at me
across your vegetarian thali.
My old man owns Redimix Farley.
You'd better cancel your trip to Bali
darling.
Let me tell you now
You'll never be a social elixir
'cause your dad drives a cement mixer.
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12. |
Will You Go Away
01:07
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See you in the public library.
Tell you that I love you.
You tell me that I'm ugly
and that's when you say
Will you go away?
Will you go away?
Will you go away go away go away?
It's early in the morning
and I throw pebbles at your window
and you get up in your nighty
and say
Will you go away?
Will you go away?
Will you go away go away go away?
Though that we had something going.
You were just prick teasing.
Now when I say “Hello”
That's when you say
Will you go away?
Will you go away?
Will you go away go away go away?
Bitch.
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