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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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2. |
Love Song (Acoustic)
03:56
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Never wrote a love song
Never had the words to say
Never wrote a love song
But you know I loved you anyway
Never had a broken heart
Except the tattoo on my arm
Never knew that leaving part
Could cause a body so much harm
I was just a lost boy
You’re my golden girl
You were going my way
I lost the highway
Found the world
Never say I love you
Now that’s a fact
But you know I love you
And you love me right back
Never wrote a love song
Never said
But you know I love you anyway
You know I love you anyway
Never wrote a love song
Never told you how it feels
Waking in the lonely hour
So cold and so unreal
Lying in the dead of night
Reach out and I hold you near
Bell rings across the bay
Count the ways I need you here
The wind just takes your breath away
Rain cuts cold across the sea
Storms break on the island
It’s hard to breathe
It’s hard to see
Never say I love you
Now that’s a fact
But you know I love you
And you love me right back
Never wrote a love song
No I never said
But you know I love you anyway
You know I love you anyway
I always wake now in the cold light of the morning
Drink my coffee while you sleep
Times are hard and not much makes them better
But I got you and you got me
Never say I love you
now that’s a fact
But you know I love you
And you love me right back
Never wrote a love song
No I never said
But you know I love you anyway
You know I love you anyway
You know I love you anyway
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Merry England (Acoustic)
03:52
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Saw you drinking gin, on the fore deck of the steamer
You had a little sadness in your eyes, was it something meaner
All those roads you travelled down, all those bones don’t make a sound
History she binds you like a curse
In your house upon the hill, those skies goes on forever
Your children and your servants dancing slowly from the grave
A moment stuck in time, those boys forever hold that line
Tried so hard there’s not much they could save
Take me back, take me back to
The old dole queue and the heart attacks
When Bobby O’Reilly he got the sack
Those days I spent with you
Pack me up and send me back
The Irish bombs the Afghan black
Kissing you by the burning shacks
Those days I spent with you
On those stones a sacrifice, a vow to forgo paradise
Stone by stone Jerusalem is handed back
No more to war we’ll ever go, they called us up but we didn’t show
Keep your bloody shilling in your purse
Take me back, take me back to
The old dole queue and the heart attacks
Bobby O’Reilly he got the sack
The days I spent with you
Pack me up and send me back
The Irish bombs the Afghan black
Kissing you by the burning shacks
Those days I spent with you
Take me to that moment when we met in 1983
I saw you, with your brown eyes, you saw me in my surprise
Before they buried you among the factories and foundries
Built one million call centres where all your children work for free
Shine a light, shine a light
Take me back, take me back to
The old dole queue and the heart attacks
Bobby O’Reilly he got the sack
Those days I spent with you
Pack me up and send me back
The Irish bombs the Afghan black
Kissing you by the burning shacks
Those days I spent with you
Take me back, take me back to
The old dole queue and the heart attacks
Bobby O’Reilly he got the sack
Those days I spent with you
Pack me up and send me back
The Irish bombs the Afghan black
Kissing you by the burning shacks
Those days I spent with you
Those days I spent with you
Those days I spent with you
Those days I spent with you
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Summer’s end, river bend, not much to do
None of us were working in the days when I met you
I sort of loved you but I was empty ground
Shake my moneybox and I don’t make a sound
And Shiva was dancing on the wall
That summer night before the fall
Heroin, India and Rock n Roll
Sell a little bit of innocence to buy a little soul
My heart was broken, my lips were cold and sore
I gave you nothing you never asked for more
And Shiva was dancing on the wall
That summer night before the fall
The gentle sin of leopard skin, silence of a smile
Lovers in a rest stop on the long and lonesome mile
You painted with a crow’s wing and the symbols of the road
An image of your mother and the stories that she told
And Shiva was dancing on the wall
That summer night before the fall
Said I didn’t know, exactly how to feel
Takes me all my time to work out what is real
I think I’m sliding but I don’t know for sure
Half way into something and halfway out the door
And Shiva was dancing on the wall
That summer night before the fall
Gave me a book to read upon the bus
It was just you and me and never us
Broken hearts get mended by something less than love
In the summer land before the flood
And Shiva was dancing on the wall
That summer night before the fall
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New St Jesus (Acoustic)
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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Taste of You (Acoustic)
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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Pale Horses (Acoustic)
03:56
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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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The dream is over but
We keep sleeping on
At least you know what nothing means
Now everything is gone
These games we keep on playing
Out here where no one rules
Prayers they aren’t worth saying to
These gods so burning cruel
But no one’s asking
Any questions anymore
The answer’s always nothing
That ain’t freedom, that’s for sure
You love your magic potions and
The smoke against your skin
Stole a red Ferrari
And you drove away from him
You hate to venture theory
About how the aces fall
Never known that siren’s love
Without the siren’s call
And all these beasts within this bedlam
Those that crawl beneath your toes
Waking with these bodies
You’re pretending you don’t know
I remember you once told me
That your heart was growing cold
Saving up your pennies
For these dreams that we were sold
So follow that coyote
Where the desert flower grows
Beneath this burning city
To the ending of this world
Elvis Presley got to Heaven
Sat by the door for years
King was just a name we gave
To all that we hold dear
Elvis got to Heaven
Sat by the door for years
King was just a name we gave
To all that we hold dear
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9. |
Freerider (Acoustic)
03:22
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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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Simon Coverdale England, UK
Simon is a Devon based Singer Songwriter, formerly of the West Midlands.
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