new_logo D to N sleeve 30,000 Ft Heroes and Villains On Film Seven Side Forest Corrected in Song Wolves The Road King (King of Nothing) Sally Dark To Neon Roll Call The Original Jekyll and Hyde

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30,000 Ft One for the money, two for the show, give me Johnny Walker as the cargo loads, don’t tell a soul. Think of a number, 99, chance in a million you’ll be fine, under control. Welcome to this flight that leaves, tonight we’ll be, 30,000 feet up high, and safe from crime you‘ll see. Sail on the water or a long, long walk, paid for the ticket so get up on board, keep breathing slow. Calm in a manner at the runway rise, think in a minute that I’ll close my eyes, what dreams may come? Rain on the window and the cold black wings, 27 minutes and descent begins, I’m nearly home. Welcome to this flight that leaves, tonight we’ll be, 30,000 feet up high, safe from crime you‘ll see. Heart in a flutter as the sky turns dim, another double whisky or a shot of gin, still over water but the pulse grows soft, another mile or two, I get off I’m through. Welcome to this flight that leaves, tonight we’ll be, 30,000 feet up high, safe from crime you‘ll see. Oh Captain I think I may be scared, I don’t wanna be a guest of the stars, or of the dead.

 

Heroes and Villains Probably the light on her face that led him to believe she'd not leave a trace but she had, with the ghost of her word on his back, in his heart and his mind. It was probably a lie that he told his own mind that long nights would decay, make the pain old and die, but the smile that refuses to fade in his eyes makes it hard work. Always one more move you can’t make, but love lives by no rules. It was probably a thought or a dream that he’d found that they would live through the storm when the flood had gone down, it’s a funny old world in this hilly old town I say who knows? And bound to emerge in the cold light of the day that both heroes and villains will both run away and they will when they feel that there’s nothing to say that can change you. Always one more move you can’t make, but love lives by no rules. Did you still think there’s a chance you would find a symmetrical heart or will your love resign? It’s a shame to admit the truth. Always one more move you can’t make, but love lives by no rules, always one more move you can’t make, but love lives by no rules.

 

On Film Pictures on the wall seem to say to you, she’s mine. Pictures of you both on the wall, well they’ll lie for all time. Is an hour without her like a war? Where dignity gets left at the door. Changes you can’t make to her heart or mind, my friend. Met when you were all out of luck , when a puddle could have swallowed you up. Could be one or a million years back, the start or the end. Pictures on the wall seem to say to you, she’s mine. Pictures of you both on the wall, well they lie for all time. It’s true that sometimes you build a wall, between the ones you love and the world. She was never really sure it would work, well we know now that that’s true. Pictures on the wall seem to say to you, she is mine. Pictures of you both on the wall, well they lie for all time

 

Seven Side Forest I’m sometimes locked in a seven side forest, hear the hum of the distant city like a forecast. For the great and the good and the downright weird, chances and luck will call then they’ll pass. Just for a while I will sit and wonder, I’ll sit in this clearing where moon offers peace, little time for thinking, little time for learning, when all that you hear is the grinding of teeth. Only here there’s green and dark like a savage with a brute heart of gold, just some time spent on ice, solid and not falling down. Only here there’s green and dark like a savage with a brute heart of gold, just some time spent on ice, solid not falling down. Wander back through tracks and through ruts over styles, come back to a place so unpredictable. These buildings so large they summon the heavens, my, my how we’d be safe in the outskirts and as nature looks on in. Only here there’s green and dark like a savage with a brute heart of gold, just some time spent on ice, solid not falling down. Only here...

 

Corrected in Song It’s something like a lid that refuses to lift, the night is weary and I’ve really nothing more to give. I could settle for a walk through the fields till dawn, something better than this sense of withdrawal. The fog will rise away, just you wait and see. Trying to tempt words back on my side, laid low with a phrase book and a bottle of wine, you know I take the long road right out of here, city greyness to the fauna I could just disappear. The fog will rise away, just you wait and see. You’re alright, when you know you belong, bad days can always be corrected in song. My mind never went far away, I remembered that an hour here could feel like a day, I would rip up all the notebooks I scribbled on, no bad remains and if it did then it would not last long. The fog will rise away, just you wait and see. You’re alright, when you know you belong, bad days can always be corrected in song. You’re alright, when you know you belong, bad days can always be corrected in song.

 

The Road King (King of Nothing) He was running from the person that he never became, supposition would be he shoulder the blame, he lost a shoe along the way. He was drinking more in those days when they told him to go, just a cap and a scarf, a crumpled bank note, outcast, pariah in the dark. The road king, but he’s the king of nothing, and the moonlight that he sleeps in, won’t keep him sane. The noises he hears as he slides through the street and the dreams of the cursed other people he meets, but the world is too big not to roam. We talked for a while and he paid me with words, the kindest of strangers, as free as a bird, the places he’d seen but never loved. The road king, but he’s the king of nothing, and the moonlight that he sleeps in, won’t keep him sane. The road king... The road king...

 

Wolves Hats off, if you please gents, careful, they’re delicate, delicate. Circling, in a packed crowd, lipstick, Gucci in a dark shroud.  Perfume and wild eyes, does late night love free you? And all you have to do, is smile. Soft skin, in the darkness, pulse race, is this madness? Waiting, waiting blood in ears now, shifting, sinking and swept beneath the undertow. Perfume and wild eyes, does late night love free you? And all you have to do, is smile. Dark rooms, wine and wolf stares, salvation from the day cares, day cares. And baiting the beast in dark lairs, dark lairs. The answer to a simple man’s prayers. Perfume and wild eyes, does late night love free you? And all you have to do, is smile. Perfume and wild eyes, does late night love free you? And all you have to do, is obey.

 

Sally Sally where did you go? Sally, are you now home? No ride, you went alone. Sally, where did you go? Funny that you should say, sometimes I drift away, reality delay, funny I can’t explain. And I can’t always be looking out for you much as I want to, and I can’t always be working around you, if you want a reason why, don’t ask. Worry till I hear you, tell me you worry too phone calls I can’t get through, worry till I hear you. And I can’t always be looking out for you, much as I want to, and I can’t always be working around you, if you want a reason why don’t ask. Why don’t you ask? If you want a reason why don’t ask, why don’t you ask? If you want a reason why don’t ask? Why don’t ask? Why don’t ask?

 

Dark to Neon A dark wind blows through my imagination, it circles and waves and violently sucks. A strange cloud hovers, sprawling and urban, and only the birds in the trees can I trust. All seems wild and willing, and the night’s a loaded gun, bars put ghosts to rest, and turn dark to neon. Days I submit to myself a clear warning, love is a fire that wishes no harm. We walk the streets but with our feet burning one for the road and to keep ourselves calm. Longer than this we might have stayed honey, please keep your faith in that bright bird of song. If it captures the bad thoughts and demons of many, then how can these beautiful evenings go wrong? But all seems wild and willing, and the night is a loaded gun, bars put ghosts to rest, and turn dark to neon. The bus left the square at sometime around four, we sat in the park admiring the town. Shaking off thoughts I really did not want to scar, don’t let bad days in the past get you down, get you down. And all seems wild and willing, and the night is a loaded gun, and bars put ghosts to rest, and turn dark to neon...

 

Roll Call Happy now you’re stoking up the flames, those fires you lit at night now burn all day. And the bitter passions of those that seek to rule, annexed for you, to put to your own use. I knew there was much more to do, I knew there was much more to say. Seems like a million years you made the grade, wore you down so much you felt so fake. And sorry faces of friends that tried to leave you, told a sorry story such as “I just don’t believe you”. I knew there was much more to do, I knew there was much more to say. Roll call at the back of the room I’ll take names by the light of the moon. Roll call at the back of the room, we’ll share secrets of the battered and bruised. Back onto the tracks from dusty days, a journey through a wine-coloured decay, but no-one told you when or even how – yeah how to tell you how to get back on the show. I knew there was much more to do, I knew there was much more to say here. Roll call at the back of the room I’ll take names by the light of the moon. Roll call at the back of the room, we’ll share secrets of the battered and bruised...

 

Since You Asked Must admit life’s puzzling me since the undertaker waived their admission fee, well maybe right now I lack a curious old knack. Bullshit TV is à la mode, reckless and maltreated most good pubs are closed, the days go by I’m sure a gun’s stuck in my ribs. Well, time to put me in chains dear keep a sturdy bolt through that ball, and chain I’ll post you a letter from the other side to see what gives. The head might clear but I’m really not sure, its possible anxiety will kick down the door, keep the gaudy shows of radio away from me ‘til I sleep, ‘til I sleep. Time to put me in chains dear, keep your sturdy bolt through that ball and chain, I’ll post you a letter from the other side to see what gives, yeah, time to put me in chains dear, keep your goddamn dog on a leash and chain, I’ll post you a letter from the other side to see what gives. I’ll try to keep smiling, I will make this last, but I’m sure that I have more convincing masks, I’ll be fine as long there’s a pretty change to come, to come.

 

The Original Jekyll  Hyde You arrive in these moments, black magic design, black magic, malign. The bee with its nectar but red calm and kind, red calm sublime. Cruel is the poison, turns Jekylls straight into Hydes. Over and over seduction takes place, seduction takes place, to my lips a lover but a devil’s embrace, the devil’s own face. Cruel is the poison turns Jekylls straight into Hydes. It can’t be so precious to replace blood in veins, take over the reins. To my mind a twister but a foe you can’t hate, and friends have to wait. Cruel is the poison turns Jekylls straight into Hydes, sinister redness good and bad, good and bad take same sides. I’m only attesting before you conclude, before you can prove, this grape brings enchantment a bad day subdues, a bad day for blues. I got a bad case of blues. You arrive in these moments black magic design, black magic malign.

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