songs without music:
cut your hair long
sweat at night, universal chatter filling up my mind, that's the real dark matter
i left that bed with a good idea and how to wear my final years
like they do in paris. like they do in paris
cut your hair long
stars look good in quiet water, but it's just not right looking down at night
the sky's frustration is it never ends those illuminations, those illuminations
like they do in paris. like they do in paris
cut your hair long
pills in a circle, do-do-do-do-do-do
pull the wagons round
we don't have time for this
we don't have time for this
cut your hair long
good cop, bad cop, no cop training
speak to the Geeks coz the Faces aren't listening, Girlfriend. Girlfriend.
listen to no-one, you already know one end from the other.
have you heard? did you hear, they're building a new place in town. in our town.
a new building - i repeat, a new building - where the old one was pushed down.
do you think you could love one another? do you think you could build on this?
it must be years since you started to love me, and a few years less since you stopped.
i heard you found another since. in fact i heard quite a lot.
good cop, bad cop, no cop training.
we seem to have a connection, though it's not clear exactly who with.
maybe there's a spirit. maybe we missed it. maybe it's time to forgive.
do you think we could love one another? do you think we could build on this?
always something
there's always something, always something worth fighting for. perhaps it's war.
there's always someone, always someone who thinks too much. he loses touch.
it's sometimes easy, sometimes easy to give out love. but it's usually hard love.
there's usually someone, usually this one, who thinks too much. he loses touch.
Adam, left alone, gathered the children round. they smashed her piano. changed all the keys so she couldn't get back in. she couldn't get back in.
there's always something. there's always something.
If you're happy then you'll know it (clap your hands, Pomegranate)
one book, one bowl and a pomegranate.
one barrel, one fish, a whole planet.
you broke my wishbone before i knew (what i wanted)
you spoke my wish before i blew (the candle out)
holding out for a hope and that and making sense of that, making out from that.
lifting out someone else's shout. shout for happiness. shout for happiness.
kill me, but make me more beautiful.
brew me, stew me, renew me in that bowl.
you broke my wishbone before i knew (what i wanted)
you spoke my wish before i blew (the candle out)
holding out for a hope and that and making sense of that, making out from that.
lifting out someone else's shout. shout for happiness. shout for happiness.
the Great Exhibitionist
you don't have to leave me alone like that.
i mean, i know we're all really alone.
i won't throw the first stone at you.
and i won't be the last to go...
like John Scott Russell. come on, Scott Russell.
bring it all together. everything that's past to you and put it in a glass house. put it in a glass house.
like John Scott Russell. come on, Scott Russell.
what do you care if he's hanging around?
i mean, i know you left him alone.