In my memory I will always see. the town that I have loved so well. where our school played ball by the gasyard wall. and we laughed through the smoke and the smell..
I could be the lover you want me to be. I could be the queen of the Northern sea. Make you all the money you'd ever need. Drive you in car that could take you far.
Close your eyes and go to sleep. From the howling howling over these streets. People stare 'cause you're so mad. That wild wild spark that innocent laugh.
You`ve got a lot of. Tings to say about the. Big world and the. High skies so you. . Walk a little in a. Long mile to be. Sure your eyes can see the. Right sights.
You're unchanging. I'm unchangeable. That's a difference. We have to recognise. Some folks never row. Their ways seem like paradise. But inside we all know.
Down by the beach road. Crawling through the undergrowth. Stand by the railing. And look along. Put your ear to the ground. Listen for a while. Till all the tracks start.
So maybe you're standing. In some foreign town. You've walked for miles. 'Til the heat slows you down. . And your jeans and your curls. Are bleached and split.
I wrote this once before. Long before the summer. You were then a student. And we were dark as angels. We were in the east. Working to the west. The west was looking south.
One day all of us will work. We'll stand outside this orchard and we'll talk. When all is said all is done. We'll still be thinking about home. . They say that love might be the very thing.
I don't want to have to want you. Taunt you or haunt you. I don't want risk you. Just to kiss you then miss you. . I don't want to have to leave you home.
Oh the rush hour is over. And the night has been trying. To drive us and chase us away. But we`re lovely and drunk now. And our laugh dosen`t. Rattle or fray.
The lovers baby. They walk through the earth. And nothing at all now. Is going to change what it`s worth. They`re lovers baby. And everyone knows. That only lovers girl.
The river is wide. The river is wide. The river is as broad and white as satan's smile. The soul of man can never hide. The river is wide. The river is wide.
My friend David told me. The heart beats like a dream. Down there at the railway station. The Lights are turning green. . That little black-robed Franciscan priest.
Its dark in the car. we're deep in the garden of england. its dark in the car. they're all asleep but you and me. there's time to talk. we're only on holiday.
The look of love. Is in your eyes. A look your smile can't. disguise. . The look of love. Is saying so much more than. Just words could every say. And what my heart has heard.
The day that Jackie jumped the jail. There was a big explosion just as he got off the motorway. And thirty thousand fireworks took the piss out of princes street gardens.
Is there a wolf in the house. Or a scapegoat or a man who's never scared. Is there anyone that can show me a photograph. Is there a friend of Billy Bear.
See me see places. See me see news. See me see punters. See me see you. . See Dundee nothing like it. See Paris its all trees. See Dundee nothing like it.
For Oscar Marzaroli 1933 - 1988. . Take me to the place where your heart hurts most. Lead me through the dark world gates down there. Where all the ghosts of sorrow and pain.