You're not as messed up as you think you are. Your self-absorption makes you messier.. Just settle down and you would feel a whole lot better.. Deep down you're just like everybody else..
Blacking in and out in a strange flat in East London.. Somebody I don't really know just gave me something. To help settle me down and to stop me from always thinking about you.
They're coming out of the walls, they're coming up through the streets. They're quicksilver wracked by some invisible beat. And right outside of your door, the very stones come alive.
Man, we used to be brothers. Superheroes and warriors. Cowboys and Indians, train drivers. Everything rolling through the endless summers. . But everything changes.
Why don't you ever wanna play?. I'm tired of this piece of string. You sleep as much as I do now. And you don't eat much of anything. . I don't know who you're talking to.
Just give me one fine day of plain sailing weather. And I can fuck up anything, anything. It was a wonderful life when we were together. And now I've fucked up every little goddamn thing.
Well I guess I should confess that I am starting to get old. All the latest music fads all passed me by and left me cold. All the kids are talking slang I won't pretend to understand.
Peggy came to me in my sleep. In the middle of the night. On a Friday night last week. She whispered: "Hush child and don't be scared". Got me a few words of wisdom.
Somewhere in the back bar. By the side of a motorway. Someone takes a breath. And takes the stage. Then starts to play. . In the back of a thousand bars.
Living on the road my friend. Was gonna keep you free and clean. Now you wear your skin like iron. Your breath's as hard as kerosene. You weren't your mama's only boy.
Waoaooahhhhhhh. . I was somewhere down the road but there's a ditch yeah there's a hole that marks the spot where you will lie when you are culled. And you can run and you can hide you can bitch and you can whine.
Tonight is her night and the city holds its breath. Caught twixt life and death. As she rolls in from the suburbs. The garrison flees and the city will burn.
I went down to London Town to stay for the weekend. I'd been to long out on the road, I needed to catch up with my friends. But I didn't expect to see you there and I didn't expect to care.
We soared in the dawn from the roof of the bar. When nights become days then you've gone too far. We listened to songbirds and rush hour cars and welcomed in the day.
From the heart of the Southern Downs, to the North-East London reservoirs,. From the start, the land scaped my sound, before I'd ever been to America..
Wandering lonely through the snow streets of New York. I stumbled on a thrift store that sold postcards by the yard. I bought a mile and shipped them home so I could read.
Wandering lonely through the snow streets of New York. I stumbled on a thrift store that sold postcards by the yard. I bought a mile and shipped them home so I could read.
References. People and things. . Black Flag. Bob Dylan. Boudecia. Lewis Carroll. Complete Discography. T.S. Eliot. Patty Hearst. Ernest Hemingway. The First Four Years.
Well a teacher of mine once told me. That life was just a list of disappoints and defeats. And you could only do your best,. And I said "That's a fucking cop-out, you're just washed up and your tired, and when I get to your age I won't be such a coward".
I'm love forty down. As the match slips away from me. I need the crowd to pray for me. To turn this one around. I've worked far to hard to be this far from victory.