1. |
Freerider
03:24
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Wake up it’s the break of day
Rambling man still has bills to pay
I’m heading down that old highway
Gonna find the queen of hearts
Say why do you treat me so
Wear black so the blood don’t show
Ain’t no peace when the north wind blows and
You ain’t no queen of hearts
You can ride that train
Round the world
Back home again
And never know
Twice the price of nothing
Is still nothing
In the counting house
Of pretty souls
All in all they'll make fools of us all
So take your chances when they come
Wake me up when the day it has begun
My free rider of the sun
My free rider of the sun
The myths of all your junkie friends
God has angels that he sends
Clever boys well they pretend
Don’t need no queen of hearts
All the ones
We left behind
Sitting there
And talking
On the late night show
To the west
The ocean’s waiting
Beating hard against
Those rocks I know
All in all they'll make fools of us all
So take your chances when they come
Wake me up when the day it has begun
My free rider of the sun
My free rider of the sun
All the flowers
In my mind
The ones you planted there
In summertime
I guess this life it has been kind
To me - and the queen of hearts
All in all they'll make fools of us all
So take your chances when they come
Wake me up when the day it has begun
My free rider of the sun
My free rider of the sun
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2. |
All the Pretty Vampires
03:28
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All the pretty vampires say
It makes no difference anyway
They come home at the break of day
Something dies with the light of dawn
Went down to the riverboat party
Out on the river when the trouble got started
Some kids got hurt, some lovers parted
We danced all night long
And I saw you
Standing where the sky was falling
I saw you
And knew you were the one
And I saw you
Singing with the darkness calling
I saw you
And knew you were the one
All the pretty midnight children
Have a price upon their head
All their pretty dreams got broken
all those ugly words got said
All the pretty vampires say
It makes no difference anyway
They come home at the break of day
Something dies with the light of dawn
And I saw you
You used to want to live forever
Feast on life
And rage the whole night through
I saw you
Dancing in the circle turning
I saw you
And knew you were the one
And I saw you
Standing where the sky was falling
I saw you
And knew you were the one
And I saw you
Screaming at the darkness calling
I saw you
And knew you were the one
In these city streets and twisted halls
Where day to day you’re on your own
Where only money seems to have a voice
Can’t stand another dark night all alone
Can’t stand another dark night all alone
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3. |
Primrose Hill
03:03
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I hear the voices of the Infidel
Speaking love in tongues
It rains all day
The skies are cold and grey
Nothing I can say lifts you from the dumps
And up on Primrose Hill
The birds they sing
They’re singing still
They make it sound so easy to be loved
I always wake up with a sense of dread
Pull these old grey blankets over my head
I got this dead end job
I’m waiting for the sky to fall
You got those blue blue eyes
I’ll see you down the line
You’re a wildheart
But you’re mine
Sitting in your car smoking cigarettes
Failed the dress code for every discotheque
Rules for fools, I hated school
Prizes passed me by
And up on Primrose Hill
The lights they shine
They’re shining still
There’s lovers doing what lovers do
and kids just getting high
You go on about the threat of bombs
How you’re stuck on this earth but it won’t be for long
You got those big ideas no-one understands
You got those blue blue eyes
I’ll see you down the line
Cos you’re a wildheart
But you’re mine
I see that mist come up on the water
Pale echo of each and every mistake
I know by those ribbons and bags that you’re leavin
That’s just the chance that we take
You got those blue blue eyes
I’ll see you down the line
Cos you’re a wildheart
But you’re mine
Your heart’s so wild
You’re so wild
But you’re mine
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4. |
Beauty and The Beast
03:54
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Saving up for silicone, eating dust and patience
Marks upon her body from the lover and the lash
Black Dog stalks the beauty through the tunnels and the stations
Money’s trading heart attacks and tender flesh for cash
So Beauty tamed the black dog for a moment with a potion
And Money paid the dealers in the marketplace parade
Beauty took a needle to the pulse of her devotion
Money put a marker down and everyone was saved
She knows the river
She knows the gun
She knows the cocaine
She’s lonely but
She knows everyone
She’s lonely but
She knows everyone
Beauty takes a single room and heads down to the bar
All her days are empty and her nights are filled with pain
Money buys her marker pens and petrol for the car
Puts his lips upon her ear, whispers Black Dog’s secret name
Beauty traps the black dog in this moment of commotion
Money serves the beast a slice of paradox divine
Beauty drowns the black dog in the deep and poisoned ocean
Money lays a feast upon her curved and naked spine
She knows the river
She knows the gun
She knows the cocaine
She’s lonely but
She knows everyone
She’s lonely but
She knows everyone
She finally found some refuge in a flat above a launderette
Works in distribution, never wears the number nine
Black dog’s bloated body it floated east upon the water
Money lives alone now where all our lives entwined
She knows the river
She knows the gun
She knows the cocaine
She’s lonely but
She knows everyone
She’s lonely but
She knows everyone
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5. |
Circles in the Sand
03:43
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My children they are love
A gift from up above
My children are the message
That love is dreaming of
My children they are wild
Like the dolphin and the tide
My children they are dreamers
Trying to reach the other side
There we all were
Holding heaven in our hands
All those roads were open
More than we could stand
Johnny’s gone to India
Little Suzy formed a band
I was busy spinning
Drawing circles in the sand
For all your bright ideas
Is this the best that you can do
Pick the pocket of the man in front of you
We’re all still waiting in the queue
There we all were
Holding heaven in our hands
All those roads were open
More than we could stand
Johnny’s gone to India
Little Suzy formed a band
I was busy spinning
Drawing circles in the sand
My children they are love
A gift from up above
My children are the message
That love is dreaming of
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6. |
London
03:12
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I know it ain’t so good
Bad love dies you know it should
All those perfect empty lies
Perfect empty summer skies
We were living in a flea bit place
Next door never had no face
It all left a real bad taste
When the drugs were running low
I struggled to love London
You struggled to love me
And all your fancy friends
Won’t let me be
I struggled to be someone
That I thought that I should be
And all your fancy friends
They don’t like me
I wrote this letter to tell you how
I found someone got a new love now
I got a job I got hope
I gave up sadness, sort of gave up dope
Find it easy just to be
I got new friends, they don’t know me
Find it easy to wear a smile
Sing this song once in a while
I struggled to love London
You struggled to love me
And all your fancy friends
Won’t let me be
I struggled to be someone
That I thought that I should be
And all your fancy friends
They don’t like me
I’ve still got the pipe we shared
You still got the heart that cared
They should have got loved, they should have got smoked
But they just got broken just got choked
I guess you know I wish you well
All that hate can go to hell
I hope this big old sun will shine
On all your days and all of mine
I struggled to love London
You struggled to love me
And all your fancy friends
Won’t let me be
I struggled to be someone
That I thought that I should be
And all your fancy friends
They don’t like me
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7. |
Easy in the City
04:36
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Billy says its easy making money in the city
You just need to hold out your hand
Keep your wits about you
Take a look around you
All of this is built up on sand
Billy turned up on the day before the tankers blew
Met up with a girl he knew from home
She said she had a place
Where he could get his head down
Better off when you’re not on your own
One more chance to make it back to heaven
One more chance to make it through
One more chance to tell her that you love her
Or you’ll be running like you always used to do
Yeah you’ll be running like you always used to do
Billy loved this girl
She always wore a white dress
She’d be dancing in the morning in the dew
And when the city eats the dawn
She’ll give a little yawn
And smile and say
She did it all for you
Some people say that Billy, he never stops complaining
Guess they never saw him when he’s down
Like a vampire in the light of day, a body floating in the bay
He’s just a saint without a crown
One more chance to make it back to heaven
One more chance to make it through
One more chance to tell her that you love her
Or you’ll be running like you always used to do
Yeah you’ll be running like you always used to do
The skies are getting dark
The rains are coming in
There’s a moment when the air’s still clear
Like methamphetamine
The colour of each raindrop
Will never come again
The colour of the forest
Like these bruises on my skin
Don’t look down on the hands that try to hold you
Its hard to find a refuge in the storm
Billy gave us pills to take
The city gave us roles to fake
This great escape
Takes many forms
One more chance to make it back to heaven
One more chance to make it through
One more chance to tell her that you love her
Or you’ll be running like you always used to do
Yeah you’ll be running like you always used to do
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8. |
New St Jesus
03:59
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I remember Jesus
I remember him so well
Smoking cigarettes outside the Albany Hotel
Back there in the seventies
When we had something left that we could sell
I remember Jesus
I remember him so well
I remember you
Lying on my unmade bed
All those words and perfect visions
Just rolling through your head
And in the morning, we’d forgotten
Nearly each and every word you said
I remember you babe
Still got the letters that you sent
Jesus loved his Magdalene
He loved her from the start
He loved her with the passion
And the sacred bleeding heart
And the men that would stone her
They nailed him up as well
They’re out there selling bones for innocence and
Free tickets, back from hell
I remember Jesus with a bottle and a grin
Dancing with the Buddha, forgiving minor sins
He always had a meal to share but never asked me where I’d been
He’d stand beside that open door and say boy come in
I remember yesterday like everything was fine
I remember endless summers when the sun would always shine
I remember Jesus all drunk on cheap red wine
He said he knew his future but he wouldn’t tell me mine
Jesus loved his Magdalene
He loved her from the start
He loved her with the passion
And the sacred bleeding heart
And the men that would stone her
They nailed him up as well
They’re out there selling bones for innocence and
Free tickets, back from hell
They say he used to walk upon the water in the old days
They say he knew all the old time moves
I knew a man who lived up on the border
A simple man with nothing much to prove
Jesus loved his Magdalene
He loved her from the start
He loved her with the passion
And the sacred bleeding heart
And the men that would stone her
They nailed him up as well
They’re out there selling bones for innocence and
Free tickets, back from hell
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9. |
Hard Times
03:48
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Sally says its easy making love to you
You’re kind of lazy and your eyes so blue
Your heart is shining like the ocean shines
Words that sparkle off a dream so fine
If you listen to the silence
You can hear the time between the lines
You’re like a prisoner out on licence
But you can’t pay the fine
Hard Times
Ain’t all for nothing
Good friends
Can’t make it on your own
Hard times
Ain’t got any money
Shine on
Somewhere down the road
We’re gonna
Shine on
Somewhere down this road
Sally says its best if we put this thing to rest
All this endless awful mess that we made out here
Dropping and dropping out
Falling in and falling out
We can start all over
This time next year
All the ghosts of Baudelaire
Started crying when they found you lying there
They pick you up, they dust you down and
Send you home again
Hard Times
Ain’t all for nothing
Good friends
Can’t make it on your own
Hard times
Ain’t got any money
Shine on
Somewhere down the road
We’re gonna
Shine on
Somewhere down this road
Dropping and dropping out
Falling in and falling out
We can start all over
This time next year
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10. |
Newtown
03:06
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I sat there by the river
And I wondered what was real
The sun was in the sky above
I had a deep old need to heal
And all the people passing by
Were harsh and faced with pain
Some walked in the sunshine
Some walked in the rain
Those dreams of mine were places
No one wants to go
I felt so numb and cold
With nothing left to show
Gonna pack up all my bags and stuff
Going to head on back to you
Gonna pack up all my sadness
Going to sing my lonesome blues
Gonna finally make it back
To where I lost my way
I gave away my highway shoes
I didn’t own them anyway
You wrote and said you’d take me in
I’d have some place to stay
Waiting on the morning
Waiting on the day
Here beside the river
There’s a song that we all hear
The song of all the gods that fell
When worship turned to fear
This feeling in my heart I know
I do not have the words
I only know the drugs to take
To keep it so absurd
This broken heart is not on you
No matter what I say
We all have better things to do
And better games to play
Gonna pack up all my bags and stuff
Gonna head back to home
We all seem so much older
We all seem so alone
Gonna finally make it back
To where it all went wrong
I lost my ragged pages
I gave away my only song
I know that I was broken
I need some place to stay
Waiting on the morning
Waiting on the day
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11. |
Taste of You
02:53
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Waiting on another taste of you
In this hotel room for two
Its dark out on the streets
This love is not for keeps
You got me losing sleep
Waiting on another taste of you
Waiting on another taste of you
These walls are brown, my heart is blue
The evening traffic runs outside
Sometimes I wish that I could run and hide
Lately I feel the turning of the tide
Waiting on another taste of you
You take no prisoners do you
You ain’t got the time
You gather no souls to you
You’re not quite divine
Waiting on another taste of you
One more night and we’ll be through
I’ll just disappear
Got a ticket on the first train out of here
Lately my future’s been so unclear
Waiting on another taste of you
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You know the girl who tends the graves at Pere Lachaise
You can hardly see her black lined eyes beneath the shadow of her sadness
The crows they sit upon the stones and watch her while she sketches
My pretty girl from Pere Lachaise
You know the girl who tends the graves at Pere Lachaise
The ghosts come out when the sun goes down or at least that’s what she says
They head on down to Jimmie’s grave and smoke the stuff the hippies leave
My funny girl from Pere Lachaise
She’s waiting for the money
But the money never comes
Me and the girl who tends the graves at Pere Lachaise
We sit and watch the sun come up and we drink whisky that she says was his
She says life for her is a broken bottle and love is just a shopping list
My crazy girl from Pere Lachaise
We were going to sell her paintings from the crumbling walls of Pere Lachaise
But she got a job on a TV station and now she says that she feels blessed
Somedays I don’t understand a single word but I confess
I love my girl from Pere Lachaise
She’s waiting for somebody
But somebody never comes
So she’s painting all the camels who made it through the needle
Must have bribed the angels, maybe God
Used up all the money they got
for slaughtering the unicorns
And the tears they stole
From me and you
Me and the girl who tends the graves at Pere Lachaise
Who pokes her pink and lovely tongue into each and every secret place
Until she finds the single thing that you could lose and not replace
My dangerous girl from Pere Lachaise
She’s waiting for the money
But the money never comes
So she’s painting all the camels who made it through the needle
Must have bribed the angels, maybe God
Used up all the money they got
for slaughtering the unicorns
And the tears they stole
From me and you
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13. |
Pale Horses
03:57
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Storms are waiting
Like they always done
Sun is shining on the beach
Out of sight of land
This slight of many hands
You’ll be waiting
There for me
Take your time
Take the lonely path
Winding slowly
To the sea
Growing up
Say you’re giving in
You’re getting straight
And then you’re getting straight again
You turn up for work
Nearly each and every single day
Saying yes
In nearly every single way
Take your time
Walk a mile
In shiny shoes
They say you just can’t lose
But you hid it all away
You were like some wild dog
In a field of lambs and lovers
Shot right through with anger
As the stars slip to the sea
You were just some crazy fool
I couldn’t help but love yer
Said you’d steal the whole damn world
And give it all to me
Pale horses
Drive by lovers
All these little broken pieces of your
Old Kintsugi heart
We talk of many things
Should poets dance or poets sing
In a cafe where the travellers meet
To take this big old world apart
Take your time, say what you want to say
I’ll just watch the people
Gonna make this moment last
You were like some wild dog
In a field of lambs and lovers
Shot right through with anger
As the stars slip to the sea
You were just some crazy fool
I couldn’t help but love yer
Said you’d steal the whole damn world
And give it all to me
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Simon Coverdale England, UK
Simon is a Devon based Singer Songwriter, formerly of the West Midlands.
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