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counter-tenor vocals, cello, bass, piano James works on drugs, crime and rehabilitation. Not necessarily in that order. He has a propensity to lose change through small holes in his pockets. Do date he has lost £381.26. |
In A Dry
Season Dry day, dry heat, dry weather for this time of year.
It hasn't rained in days from here to Santa Fé.
Dry day, dry heat, dry weather for this time of year.
It hasn't rained in days from here to Santa Fé.
But hold on, hold on, hold on.
Where did our love go in this dry season?
Dry day, dry heat, dry weather for this time of year.
It hasn't rained in days from here to Santa Fé.
Dry day, dry heat, dry weather for this time of year.
It hasn't rained in days from here to Santa Fé.
But hold on, hold on, hold on.
Where did our love go in this dry season?
I loved you when the snows came,
I loved you in the spring.
I loved you in the rainy season,
I loved you through everything,
But now in this dry season
You've ruined everything.
Hold on, hold on, hold on.
Where did our love go in this dry season?
Donkey
Kong Well hey Miranda,
Do you remember,
Way back in ‘86 or ‘87
The hours we spent
With all the music blasting
Playing Donkey Kong in my room?
Everything was going fine
Till ‘Bad’ came on the radio
And I said
Hey listen to what’s on the radio,
Can’t you hear what’s on the radio
They’re playing that song
Upon the radio
Why don’t you moonwalk for me?
And you said
You can keep your stupid radio
You silly little baby-o
I’m not that sort of lady
I’m going home for my tea
However hard you try
However hard you’re striving
There’ll always be a giant monkey
Throwing barrels at you
However ever hard you try
However hard you strive
You know that Donkey Kong
Is King
In a game you can’t win
And the game you can’t win
Is the game that we’re in
Well hey Miranda, do you remember
Way back in ’96 or ’97
The hours we spent
Dancing the night away
In Lancaster’s première nightspots?
Everything was going fine
Till Pulp came on the stereo
And I said
Hey listen to what’s on the stereo
Can’t you hear what’s on the stereo?
They’re playing that song upon the stereo
Why don’t you boogie for me?
And you said
You’re not exactly Bryan Ferry-o
David Bowie or even Nick Berry-o
And besides I thought it was Kerry
That you liked more than me
(Chorus)
Well hey Miranda, well can you picture?
In 2056 or ‘57
A sad little room
A man lies dying
With just his sweetheart to provide company
So I lie there dying
Till our song comes on the radio and I say
Listen to what’s on the radio
Can’t you hear what’s on the radio
They’re playing our song upon the radio
Miranda, say you love me
And you say
My name is not Miranda
I’m a male nurse called Alexander
And your thoughts have begun to wander
(Well there’s one thing that life’s taught me…)
(Chorus)
On
The Inside On the 51st floor
Out on 'A' corridor
In the room where I first forgot your name
There I still see your face
And the memories retrace
And the vision comes again
On the inside they call out your number
Each day some time after ten.
As they come to your door
Then you fall to the floor and say:
Now I remember, but I’m scarce believing
You were there in the morning and gone in the evening
What happened between
Well you’ll know what I mean
When I say -
We all get angry sometimes.
From my room
You can just see the steeple,
And all of the people as they wind up the hill
To the little white church
Where we said we’d get married,
And after I’d carry you in my arms until - well, you know.
On the inside nobody has names
And nobody blames you for what you’ve done
They teach you new ways of thinking
And how to stop drinking.
Now I remember, but I’m scarce believing
You were there in the morning and gone in the evening
What happened between
Well you’ll know what I mean
When I say -
We all get angry sometimes.
Running
To The Sea
The girl with the sad eyes
On the 8.40
Clutches her husband close and says
Don’t you know that we’re all running to the sea
And as I swim for shore the current pulls me under,
It pulls me under
Those who condemn themselves
To the seventh circle
Between the platforms shed no tears
For those who know that we’re all running to the sea
And when the gloves are off the question still remains:
Will you pull me under
Pull me under?
And if I should die tonight
Will you carry my bones to the ocean?
The girl with the sad eyes
On the 8.40
Clutches her husband close and says
Don’t you know that we’re all running to the sea
And as I swim for shore the current pulls me under,
It pulls me under
Those who condemn themselves
To the seventh circle
Between the platforms shed no tears
For those who know that we’re all running to the sea
And when the gloves are off the question still remains:
Will you pull me under
Pull me under?
And if I should die tonight
Will you carry my bones to the ocean?
Rainy Day In
Brixton It’s a rainy day in Brixton
For a rainy-day song
About the things that passed between us
On that summer’s day
When the sun was warm
And the corn was high
And you turned your face to mine
(And said something totally incomprehensible)
Now a year has gone
You turn your face away
Put your head to the ground
And softly you say
They say that time heals
That it all will be fine
But if time heals all things
Who is left to heal time?
On a rainy day in Brixton
On a street corner
An old man plays Lara’s theme on the balalaika
And every note he plays is a distant memory
Of the way that life was different in the old country
Now a year has gone…
