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Kevin Ayers lyrics - Whatevershebringswesing

Stranger In Blue Suede Shoes

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I walked into this bar and the man refused; He said, We don't serve strangers in blue suede shoes; We don't give credit, and We don't give way-- We have to think about what the people might say.. uh, you know what I mean... I said, Sure, man Oh, he gave me a smile that was sickly and wet, And I offered him one of my cigarettes. He took it, afraid that he might appear rude, Then proceeded to sell me some second class food. Nice guy - meet 'em everywhere.. . He said, My oh my, I have suffered too long, And this cigarette seems to be very strong; I don't make the rules I just get what I take And I guess every rule was made to break. You can take what you like, it won't hurt me Cause I'm just working for the company. From the green cigarette, He took a long drag, And said, I think I'll pick my travelling bag. I'm tired of cheating, and wasting my head And filling the boss's bags with bread. I want to get out in the sun and rain, And feel the wind on on skin again; The world is large, and I've got time yet. And, by the way, thanks for that cigarette.. Thank you very much. You know, I feel like a new man Yes I do, I don't know why; I'd just like to say Thank you very much(indeed) It's a beautiful day I think I'll be on my way (right away) I'd just like to say Thank you very much. Yes, I'm getting the hell out of here Yes, I am - bye, bye. That's the end of the message Thank you very much. Bye bye...


JOE JACKSON "Heaven & Hell"
Of all the treasure in our chest We love the golden god of war the best Look, look at that little clown Here, look through the binoculars Someone burned his schoolhouse down And he's blinking in the sun He's drying something in the sun Ha! It's an old tea bag! Now he rolls it up Look! He made a cigarette But he's not gonna smoke it yet Maybe he's gonna sell it How much d'you think he'll get? A slice of ham = a long goodbye = 3 days of peace A bar of soap = a can of oil = 10 years of debt A pinch of salt = a week of news = 4 double-A's A plastic bag = a place to hide = one sucker bet I got what you want You got what I need Of all the sterling men of steel We crave the one who'll teach us not to feel Look at the guy selling beer Where the hell did he get it from? He's the King of the Hill He's the bug that survives the bomb See the smirk on his greasy face Handing a bottle to the mortal foe It's not the time to kill Not that he forgets . . . As he takes a crumpled bill And thinks this is better yet A pot for the rain = a pair of shoes = 2 hand grenades A spade for the grave = four lovely eggs = 3 cigarettes A stick of gum = some wood for a fire = 2 table legs A cup of rice = a pint of blood = 1 pound of flesh Line up to buy here Line up to die there Look, look through that window Looks like your sister there In a Chetnik's bed Look, there on the table Looks like she did it for a loaf of bread Shit! She's got a knife! And he's snoring like a pig Is he worth more alive or dead? How much for his boots? How much for his head? Though all the days and all the times We count the coin and stash away the crimes

Down In Brazil

Michael Franks "Sleeping Gypsy"
Down in Brazil It takes a day to walk a mile Time just stand still And when the people you meet look at you they smile They still believe in style They serve you with their sambas 'til You really know you're down in ol' Brazil You can tell you're down in ol' Brazil Down in Brazil They've never heard of win or lose If you can't feel Then all those cafe ole girls in high heel shoes will really cure your blues It seems they all just aim to please Those women sway like wind in my banana trees Then you know you're down in ol' Brazil Down in Brazil They know a million ways to play You start to feel And when you're happy It's the same as when you pray You'd think you get away Then you know you never will Now when you've been down in ol' Brazil Now when you are down in ol' Brazil Down in ol' Brazil Down in ol' Brazil Down in ol' Brazil Down in ol' Brazil

Too Cold At Home

Chesnutt Mark
Last night I came home again Three sheets to the wind I broke the promise I swore I'd never break And it came as no surprise To see the hurt in her eyes Or the Bible on the table Where she prayed This time I thought for sure That she was good as gone But she just wiped her tears away And put some coffee on Chorus And I don't know why she even hangs around After all the hell I've put her through and the times I've let her down She has more faith in me than anyone has ever found Heaven knows how much I need her, thank God for believers She says boy I still love you She's stronger than the 90 proof I've send coursin' Through my veins And she says don't give up the fight Before long you'll get it right I wish to God That I could feel the same Sunday mornin' Here beside her in the pew Through bolld shot eyes I try to see her point of view (Repeat Chorus) Heaven knows how much I need her Thank God for believers

Bill Wilson

JOSEPH ARTHUR "Junkyard Hearts II"
All my junky friends are getting straight jobs Trading in their hearts for second place Everybody on this planet is lost I feel like Bill Wilson broke my legs Oh my darling how come you look nervous Is it cause my lips are turning blue I can tell that you don't think I'm worthless I wish I could think the way you do. I don't want to party anymore than i have I just want to make it in your world Make it in your world. Everyone says I should get a sponser Someone I can call on everyday Tell hime everything that I've been thinking Throw my poison flower on his grave It's been so long since I've made a meeting Cause they always say the same thing twice. I guess I would rather just be myself. Instead of always trying to get nice In this room the wheelchairs are on fire People here are made of ice and salt Raising hands in brave communication Breaking over what the public thought Afterward we count our time like money Holding hads in circles made of prayer When your with them you feel like your family But when your gone It's like you were never there

One Of Us Cannot Be Wrong

LEONARD COHEN "Songs Of Leonard Cohen"
I lit a thin green candle, to make you jealous of me. But the room just filled up with mosquitos, they heard that my body was free. Then I took the dust of a long sleepless night and I put it in your little shoe. And then I confess that I tortured the dress that you wore for the world to look through. I showed my heart to the doctor: he said I just have to quit. Then he wrote himself a prescription, and your name was mentioned in it! Then he locked himself in a library shelf with the details of our honeymoon, and I hear from the nurse that he's gotten much worse and his practice is all in a ruin. I heard of a saint who had loved you, so I studied all night in his school. He taught that the duty of lovers is to tarnish the golden rule. And just when I was sure that his teachings were pure he drowned himself in the pool. His body is gone but back here on the lawn his spirit continues to drool. An Eskimo showed me a movie he'd recently taken of you: the poor man could hardly stop shivering, his lips and his fingers were blue. I suppose that he froze when the wind took your clothes and I guess he just never got warm. But you stand there so nice, in your blizzard of ice, oh please let me come into the storm.

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