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LAST DETAIL
Forget you ever knew me.
Forget my open door.
Forget the lines of broken time
Between us and before.
Forget... Forget...
Without me you are nothing
Go tell that to your friends
Forget each bitter detail
Of the way this had to end.
Without you, I am nothing...
FOURTH WARNING
First time it was nothing
It didn’t change the place
It was no flash of lightning
It should’ve slapped my face
The second time it hit me
It laid me on the bed
I shut my eyes and suffered, Lord
Expecting skin to shed
The third time I was lucky
It happened all so fast
Face down in the corridor
Flashbacks from my past
The fourth will be no warning –
The band goes past my door
When the saints go marching in
They never see the fourth...
STATION K.Y.
“This is Station K.Y. calling
from a battery radio
five miles East of Black Rock
top of Beacon Head...
… something’s happened
power’s blown
I’m sat here in the dark...
… you won’t believe
what I’ve just seen
I swear the sea’s gone still...
… it’s spreading nearer
green and red
the Northern Lights come down.
And it’s getting lighter
all the time
but it’s only 2 A.M....
… is there any shipping out there ?
please acknowledge now...
… this is K.Y., stuck
on Beacon Head
I’m calling now for help...”
BORN IN A WRECK
I was born in a wreck.
Ain’t got no crib for a bed.
How could I forget ?
Sowed on stone in Chokertown.
I was born in a wreck.
Ain’t got no crib for a bed.
How could I forget ?
On the stand I thank my birth
Part of the glory rounds
With your good money I save and save
Bank Of Heaven bound
I don’t need no redemption
I don’t need no salvation –
I was born in a wreck.
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SANITY ALLERGY
Doctor can you give me something?
Save me quick
My pulse is uncontrollable
And made me sick...
I work the shifts to keep me tired
Not much more
But I spend my lunch hour on the prowl
Wearing claws...
I must have an allergy to sanity -
I must have an alibi from you.
Walking past the railway arches
Felt the itch
Left the rash all red and angry
In some ditch.
Help me now to keep it hidden
From my wife
Will you prescribe some pain relief
From my knife ?
I must have an allergy to sanity -
I must have an alibi from you.
Doctor, will you keep my sickness
To yourself ?
For they can never pin it on me
With your help.
Keep this session confidential
Doctor’s rule -
I know where your precious children
Go to school...
CANCER BEACH
Come on, come down to Cancer Beach
Where the air is rare and the hair is bleached
Come on, come down to Cancer Beach -
We’ll have lots of fun...
See that woman over there
Black mole upon her cheek ?
Can’t stay away, she loves the way
All the men are freaks.
Under the shade of the promenade
They place their bets and deal
Who’ll be next to be stretchered out
Tumours big as wheels.
Come on, come down to Cancer Beach
Where the air is rare and the hair is bleached
Come on, come down to Cancer Beach -
We’ll have lots of fun...
Postcards sent say “ Gone for good
I’m never coming back -
This place has got a hold on me
The muggers towel our backs “
The sand is full of barbed wire
The sea is primed with mines
We’ve been out of war for 40 years
But one could start in time –
So... come on ! |
SWITCHBACK RIDE
Escalate momentum
On the pleasure drive
Gravity depraves us
On the big dip dive
Baby can you take us
Up the other side?
Tighten all the corners
On this switchback ride
Sparking from the brake shoes
Through the Bridge Of Sighs
Covered from the peepshow
And the House Of Spies
Baby can we help it
If we love this slide ?
The thrill of open running
On this switchback ride
LAND OF THE MIDNIGHT SUN
Shadows cross the mountain
Sweeping down in line
Giants stirred from slumber
Flashing angry eyes
Way up there the mad dogs
Chase the quarry clear
Down here in the valley
We watch and wait in fear
Who can save the hunted
Who will know his name ?
As they cut each bush to ribbons
And the grass goes up in flames
The sky can give no cover
Since this kingdom come
Lost, the hours of darkness
In the Land Of The Midnight Sun
VISITING HOUR
You came to visit me
Sedated in this ward
You came to cast a stone
For never making sure
I didn’t make it clean
I should have braced that knife
Your will was done completely
I’ve faked mine all my life
Too earthly scared to follow
Wherever you have gone
Now I must suffer silence
For what I have not done
I didn’t make it clean
I should have braced that knife
Your will was done completely
I’ve faked mine all my life
It’s past the deadline now
I will not pass the gate –
Watch me turn the corner
My face is yours to hate
Tomorrow has no purpose
Today I could not bleed
And what if I still make that jump –
Would you welcome me ?
All lyrics © Paul Jarvis 1987
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