Killer’s Lullaby
Дек 25, 2009 Тексты песен
I’m sittin’ at a coffee table, unable to see straight Читать полностью »
Watchin’ parallel lines unwind and undulate
Behind the rain-streaked windowpane, the scene’s bleak
Another train leavin’ home,
conceding defeat with a low moan
Hangin’ in A sky, made of stone
Everybody’s leavin’ home, I called my man Jerome
To come meet me in the twilight zone
Leave your mobile phone at home and come alone
I bought him coffee and a snack,
settled back, started speakin’
He was tweakin’ with the peak of his cap
While I’m seekin’ to discover what it takes to stay sober
Not cover my mistakes,
try to maybe make sense of the evidence
It’s over, she’s gone for good
Why should I lie, singin’ a killer’s lullaby
Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye
The last thing you hear before your life disappear
Теги: Sunday 8PM
She’s My Baby
Дек 24, 2009 Тексты песен
I see you workin’ through the bead curtain Читать полностью »
In you kitchen, switchin’, leavin’ me twitchin’
I’m itchin’ to be kissin’ you, but disciplne is the rule
So I sip my orange juice and act cool
She irresistible
We fool around twice a week, makes me weak
Nice, when she put her tongeu in my cheek
Not petite, baby got a large physique
She take charge, take me were I dare not repeat
I got T-T-T-T-like a high hat
Planting kisses on your back
You like that
Mrs X. reputation intact, nobody on my block
Know we lock down like that in the next flat
But one from whre I live with my mum and uncle John
He ain’t my uncle an’ it’s been far too long
But me ‘n’ she been goin’ strong almost a year
Wait til the coast is clear, I don’t boast for fear
Of being caught. Maybe w ought to stop, maybe not
For now baby gets all I got. Boom!
How come we always trash the room? Grab ya clothes
Cos ya know someone’ll be home soon
An’ I assume there’ll be a need to explain gently
Why this mother of three is playin’ games with me
She’s my baby
Теги: Sunday 8PM
Hour Of Need
Дек 24, 2009 Тексты песен
You know that I’m foolish
Playing king for a day
I hang with my people
Whenever I can
You say that I’m scruffy Читать полностью »
Misguided and blue
Like a fly on a string
There’s a web that surrounds you
But I will find a way in
Теги: Sunday 8PM
Bring My Family Back
июля 2, 2009 Тексты песен
Beg you listen me, don’t be kissin me til I’m done Читать полностью »
unsung champion, a reason like seasoning ah
pepper your thoughts with spice,
and entice you to a space where I dwell with bass players and layers are loops
think what I think with my prayers its nice
my world is everything I’ve become
contained in the hum between voice and drum
I’m coming from the same place I’m a still running from
but even sitting in the garden one can still get stung
Теги: Sunday 8PM
Take The Long Way Home
июля 2, 2009 Тексты песен
I lift you off the earth, mundane and glum
Out the solar system, way past the sun
Til all the fear in your heart is gone,
And so on
Walking through the world with no pressure Читать полностью »
Inner peace beyond measure
I was leaving, wearing what I came in
When a man said Stop.. I wanna have what you have
And get what you got
Теги: Sunday 8PM
God is a DJ
июля 2, 2009 Тексты песен
This is my church Читать полностью »
This is where I heal my hurts
It’s a natural grace
Of watching young life shape
It’s in minor keys
Solutions and remedies
Enemies becoming friends
When bitterness ends
This is my church (x3)
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurts
Теги: Sunday 8PM
Why Go?
июля 2, 2009 Тексты песен
I didn’t know you’d be here
and I wasn’t meant to come
I’d be sitting watching TV
If there was anything decent on Читать полностью »
Теги: Sunday 8PM
Hem Of His Garment
июля 2, 2009 Тексты песен
Maxi Jazz in background: …wish he was a man
Pauline:
Oh I wish I could be touched by the hem of his garment
Maxi Jazz in background: …in a dream…
Pauline:
To be proud has never been so mean, so hard, so strange, so cruel
Oh I wish I could be touched by the hem of his garment
Mmmmm, I’ve come a long way (5x)
Touch the hem of his garment
Dagger should be the tool of a clump.
I’m a fool, you see
Maxi Jazz in background: it’s not… Читать полностью »
Теги: Sunday 8PM
Postcards (Feat Dido)
июля 2, 2009 Тексты песен
Dido:
My love has gone
His boots no longer by my door
He left at dawn and as I slept, I felt him go
[Loop of Erik Satie, as in Pet Shop Boys' Jack The Lad]
Maxi Jazz: Читать полностью »
New York, New York, temperature’s droppin’
The band’s out shoppin’, not stoppin’ ’til ears pop
Cops protect shops, lots of yellow cabs and bellhops
And it never stops
I’m waitin’ to do an interview, so much to tell you
Today I feel close enough to smell you
Additional dates they were plannin’ just fell through
Florida’s out
We fly September 22 to Heathrow,
but there’s not really long to go
Tonight will be a brilliant show
Lettin’ you know I miss you
More than four hits the floor at a party
Send my love to everybody
Please, send my love to everybody
(everybody everybody everybody…)
Send my love to everybody
(everybody everybody everybody…)
Теги: Sunday 8PM