When I was just a lil' lad, or so me mammy told me. Away-haul-away, well-haul-away-joe. That if I didnt kiss the girls, me lips would go all mouldy. Away-haul-away, well-haul-away-joe.
Here we go. . Got my hands onto something I could not touch. I'm a hard charger. If you lie for your breakfast. Then you won't get lunch. I'm a hard charger.
Good to be back home in the pubs with the people that you love. And a crawl around the clubs getting high. Good to be back home all alone when you're running up the phone bill.
In 1991 I got glassed. Cousin got murdered, friend got attacked. And the house next door to ours. Got ransacked again. . But seeing is believing, hearing is receiving.
Feels like I spend my time. Making promises I can't keep.. Traveling, and there's no real end,. Five thousand miles before I can sleep.. . But when I dream, I can fly..
In my loner hour. I turn to my Twin bed for power. Like a swimming a pool even alone. It gets me wet and cool. Simple as the crow flies. That all I want Is an apple inside of my gray skies So, in my stoner hour.
im not getting the pain im due. i said i was sorry and you said i forgive you. . why dont you hate me. of all the words i could have said. i found the one that broke your heart.
knock knock at your door. its the man who loved you before. you thought i was a goner for sure. now im back and im begging for more. . but you dont believe me.
ive been thinking about architecture. and the way we would look together. i could build us a house we could make it a home. if you let me in youll never go out alone.
I work so hard, man, so don't trip me up. Shakin' a leg like the tail o' the pup. I'm payin' dues till I register heat. Sure hope I don't end up on the street.
White boy when the morning. to my lonely song and to sing to myself how'd a white boy get the blues. I got no money, all the family's gone, I got nobody, I'm all alone.
Hey Joe. Where you goin' with that gun in your hand?. Hey Joe. Where you goin' with that gun in your hand?. . Goin' down to shot my old lady. You know I caught her mess around with another man.
I heard there was a secret chord. David played and it pleased the Lord. But you don't really care for music, do ya?. . Well, it goes like this. The fourth, the fifth.
Perhaps our song with the highest "twang factor", Hope For Always was consistently a good concert song. Maybe it was the very fast tempo, the praise-ful "cry" in the lyrics, or the western theme. Who knows. This song has always been very different from other Lu songs... and that's ok..
This song is probably most notable (to me) for being very much *below* my normal singing range. The out-of-range vocals reminds me, I suppose, of 'Untitled' off of The Cure's 1989 release Disintegration, an incredible album. It works, I suppose, and that's what matters..
Now tell me people. They don't come around here no more. The time is right. So you're gonna go down with me. . Now where you going boy?. And I don't know is this all a dream.
Pain, take all this pain. Take it away, take it away. Rope, walk on the rope. He takes your soul, he takes your soul. . That's when you know. He's got a hold, hold on.
I recall a time when I was young and those girls blew my mind. I can recollect a summer set in those northwestern pines. She appeared to me essentially how we both settled down.
Horses in my dreams. Like waves, like the sea. They pull out of here. They pull, they are free. . Rode a horse 'round the world. Along the tracks of a train.
I was blind. I was lame. I was nothing. 'Till you came. . You said, "Babe. Make you sing. Make you feel. Like some queen". . Said, "I'll take you Kathleen.