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West Country Girl |
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With a crooked smile and a heart-shaped face |
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Comes from the West country where the birds sing bass |
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She's got a house-big heart where we all live |
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And plead and council and forgive |
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Her widow's peak, her lips I've kissed |
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Her glove of bones at her wrist |
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That I have held in my hand |
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Her Spanish fly and her monkey gland |
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Her Godly body and its fourteen stations |
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That I have embraced, her palpitations |
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Her unborn baby crying, "Mummy" |
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Amongst the rubble of her body |
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Her lovely lidded eyes I've sipped |
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Her fingernails, all pink and chipped |
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Her accent which I'm told is "broad" |
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That I have heard and has been poured |
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Into my human heart and filled me |
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With love, up to the brim, and killed me |
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And rebuilt me back anew |
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With something to look forward to |
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Well, who could ask much more than that? |
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A West country girl with a big fat cat |
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That looks into her eyes of green |
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And meows, "He loves you", then meows again |
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People Ain't No Good |
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People just ain't no good |
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I think that's welll understood |
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You can see it everywhere you look |
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People just ain't no good |
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We were married under cherry trees |
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Under blossom we made pour vows |
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All the blossoms come sailing down |
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Through the streets and through the playgrounds |
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The sun would stream on the sheets |
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Awoken by the morning bird |
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We'd buy the Sunday newspapers |
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And never read a single word |
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People they ain't no good |
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People they ain't no good |
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People they ain't no good |
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Seasons came, Seasons went |
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The winter stripped the blossoms bare |
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A different tree now lines the streets |
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Shaking its fists in the air |
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The winter slammed us like a fist |
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The windows rattling in the gales |
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To which she drew the curtains |
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Made out of her wedding veils |
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People they ain't no good |
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People they ain't no good |
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People they ain't no good at all |
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To our love send a dozen white lilies |
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To our love send a coffin of wood |
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To our love let aal the pink-eyed pigeons coo |
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That people they just ain't no good |
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To our love send back all the letters |
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To our love a valentine of blood |
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To our love let all the jilted lovers cry |
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That people they just ain't no good |
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It ain't that in their hearts they're bad |
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They can comfort you, some even try |
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They nurse you when you're ill of health |
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They bury you when you go and die |
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It ain't that in their hearts they're bad |
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They'd stick by you if they could |
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But that's just bullshit |
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People just ain't no good |
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People they ain't no good |
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People they ain't no good |
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People they ain't no good |
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People they ain't no good at all |
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Sad Waters |
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Down the road I look and there runs Mary |
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Hair of gold and lips like cherries |
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We go down to the river where the willows weep |
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Take a naked root for a lovers seat |
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That rose out of the bitten soil |
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But sound to the ground by creeping ivy coils |
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O Mary you have seduced my soul |
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And I don't know right from wrong |
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Forever a hostage of your child's world |
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And then I ran my tin-cup heart along |
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The prison of her ribs |
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And with a toss of her curls |
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That little girl goes wading in |
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Rollin her dress up past her knee |
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Turning these waters into wine |
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Then she platted all the willow vines |
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Mary in the shallows laughing |
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Over where the carp dart |
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Spooked by the new shadows that she cast |
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Across these sad waters and across my heart |
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Love Letter |
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I hold this letter in my hand |
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A plea petition, a kind of prayer |
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I hope it does as I am plaint |
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"Losing her again is more than I can bear" |
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I kiss the cold white envelop |
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I press my lips against her name |
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Two hundred words we live in hope |
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The sky ends heavy with rain |
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Love letter, love letter |
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Go get her, go get her |
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Love letter, love letter |
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Go tell her, go tell her |
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A wicked wind wipes up the hill |
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Hand full of hopeful words |
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I love her and I always will |
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The sky is ready to burst |
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Said some I did not mean to say |
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Said some I did not mean to say |
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Said some I did not mean to say |
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And I will came up the wrong way |
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Love letter, love letter |
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Go get her, go get her |
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Love letter, love letter |
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Go tell her, go tell her |
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Rain your kisses down upon me |
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Rain your kisses down in storms |
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And for all who'll come before me |
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In your found and fading forms |
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Going out of my mind |
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[...] standing in the rain |
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With the letter and the prayer |
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Whispered on the wind |
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Come back to me |
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Come back to me |
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Oh baby, please come back to me |
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Far From Me |
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For you dear, I was born |
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For you I was raised up |
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For you I've lived and for you I will die |
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For you I am dying now |
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You were my mad little lover |
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In a world where everybody fucks everybody else over |
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You who are so far from me |
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Far from me |
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So far from me |
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Way across some cold neurotic sea |
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Far from me |
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I would talk to you of all matter of things |
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With a smile you would reply |
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Then the sun would leave your pretty face |
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And you'd retreat from the front of your eyes |
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I keep hearing that you're doing best |
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I hope your heart beats happy in your infant breast |
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You are so far from me |
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Far from me |
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Far from me |
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There is no knowledge but i know it |
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There's nothing to learn from that vacant voice |
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That sails to me across the line |
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From the ridiculous to the sublime |
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It's good to hear you're doing so well |
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But really can't you find somebody else that you can ring and tell |
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Did you ever |
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Care for me? |
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Were you ever |
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There for me? |
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So far from me |
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You told me you'd stick by me |
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Through the thick and through the thin |
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Those were your very words |
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My fair-weather friend |
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You were my brave-hearted lover |
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At the first taste of trouble went running back to mother |
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So far from me |
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Far from me |
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Suspended in your bleak and fishless sea |
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Far from me |
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Far from me |
