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Love burns like a blue flame A blue flame, a blue flame Love burns like a blue flame How can I be free. Love burns like a blue flame Through the night, your name Still burns like a blue flame How can I be free.
Romantic lies Like wine Like a midnight line Make a girl go downtown Romantic lies Make the world go round. Who cares if I swear That my love for you Is so much more than a wild affair For a weekend or two. Romantic lies Like wine Like a diamond mine Make a girl go downtown Romantic lies Make the world go round.
Romantic lies are As easy as breathing Cool as believing That each kiss has a fairytale ending Just close your eyes. Romantic lies They say Like a holiday Make the world go downtown Romantic lies Make the world go round. Wired but alive At the break of the day As the last few survivors Fall away, fall away. Hey you with the head on Yeah, I mean you When the owner bombs this place Watcha gonna do I got one eye on the minute hand One eye on a girl One eye is a rubberband Gonna flick away this world.
Bus station Lotta time to kill Lotta miles Lotta pills Lotta time to kill. Like a big cat in a little cage A king in a cell Its too bad, a man my age To know this place too well. Yeah lucky. Can you show me what love is Do you understand When things get out of hand I might get lucky…. Yeah lucky Yeah lucky Whoa lucky.
It was never ever easy Going inside her mind Going into the Mexican wedding of her fevered brain. It was never ever easy Looking deep in her eyes There was no guaranteeing you could shoot your way outta there again. Gay pistoleros Drinking and fighting Playing guitars And pissing all over the lawn. Lusty senoras Kicking and biting Blowing their kisses and tossing their hair in the dawn. It was never ever easy I used to crawl out of bed Half insane from the Mexican wedding going on in her head.
It was never ever easy You can take it from me That the Mexican wedding in her head was a bad place to be. It was never ever easy It used to fill me with dread Going into the Mexican wedding going on in her head.
I have seen the girls of Paris like gazelles on meth-amphetamines Cashing in their only ticket home Strung on the catwalk, loaded into limousines To fill the kind of parties where you never see the dawn. The gendarmes lead the escapee, half asleep and wired Barefoot out the doorway, and not a shot is fired The drunks are on the street now, schooners in their hand Ready for the punchline as it rolls around again.
The shadowland those silken tents are drawn across, The continent of heresy she wanders in Savoring the call to maybe this time, Make it permanent. What we once were sharing all the hopes and dreams and caring Are cast aside and left to bleed. You, on the other hand, just may be A whole new and fascinating possibility How far, and how wired Could we get on down the line Once fired On that trajectory. The summer lightning flicks in sheets Across the world tonight All across this little town This little party light Strung out with the others Down a highway bleak and beautiful as you All flash And no relief in sight.
A winter cold, eighteen, forty-three. In a whiskey rage, and a heart would bleed. She found a fancy-man, that would do the deed. Before his eyes were cold, they had the body dumped. And at the break of day Lucretia came undone. The hangman told her the truth, She could dance with the devil at the end of a noose She felt the pain inside from the very start, All hell broke Lucy, it tore her apart. Well a spot of blood by the bed was found, It was hers not his, she was heard to shout.
The trial was short the lovers had confessed, And the rope was tied and slipped around their necks And left the holy ground where they would never rest And not a tear was shed the night Lucretia left. When I look back now I see a young man riding on A one way rail going down Only holding on Riding his addiction into Each new lonely town.
Puts me in a mind, of once upon a time A hall above the beach when I was young, it was Too many years, too far behind Old piano, saxophone and drum. And hanging out over the sea That same summer moon laid for me A road of light on out into the night A highway to where I could be.
Come on roll up that line baby roll Light up these nightshifted eyes Speed my way from midnight out to Hay Big summer moon on the rise. I rang someone from long ago Someone from a situation Long forgotten, better left alone. All around, the office crowd Filled the city, talking loud Off their face, I slipped away alone. Are you married, are there children Did you ever settle down With that psychopathic boy You failed to mention last time round Or is there just a lonely room Full of poetry And lots of mutilated dolls that look like me.
Our old flame Our old flame When you look at me, will you see The man that I became Or will you see the boy I was See me by the light of our old flame Our old flame. Too late too late too late for love Too late too too late to start again Too late to hope for Some kind of. My friend. On and on the lazy river flows Stretching out beneath the burning sun Here we are standing in the road Each about to go our separate ways Each about to go our separate ways.
Cuppa coffee, airport bench Carry on, and me Something messed up my connection To where I want to be. I prayed like you wanted But it all felt too cheap. When you said I had to choose between This muscle car and you, my queen There was only one way that could ever go. Gotta new four hundred Hydra shift Simmons wheels, nine inch diff Bridgestone Eagers, twelve inch just because.
The kinda thing a girl like you Can fantasize to get you through And rectify your battered self esteem. Yeah fuck you! Shut the fuck up! I close the curtain Make sure no one can see Is there somebody out there Am I awake or asleep?
Dogs are barking, The caravanserai Rolls on, through the night Bal-a-Versailles. Campbell lane Through the window, curtain rain Long night gone, yellow day Speed shivers melt away. Once I smoked a Danneman cigar Drove a foreign car Baby that was years ago I left it all behind Had a friend, I heard she died On a needle she was crucified Baby that was years ago I left it all behind for my. Cheap wine and a three-day growth Cheap wine and a three-day growth Come-on, come-on, come-on.
Suffer little children Send that little child to me All day the doctor Handles his responsibility. Well some of us are driven to ambition Some of us are trapped behind the wheel Some of us will break away, and build a marble yesterday And live for every moment we can steal. Well Daskarzine, she was pretty bland As she stretched out in the corner of the room She was Oh!
Oh Yeah! Her every move Is a lesson in street ballet And they speak her name in cheap hotels From Turkey to Marseillaise. Now Chicken left the room feeling angry and cold Young Stetson looked reluctant and lame Daskarzine had him neatly pidgeonholed And he was just clinging blindly to his name.
The morning breeze is off and gone The winding factory streets are clean Old ladies put the kettle on And all-night lechers pause and lean On grey shop windows, everywhere A deeper hum is in the air Hotel room, drifter leaves no clues. You know times are tough in old S. Everybody wants to be a wannabe Living in a limousine Everybody wants to be a tragedy In a supermarket magazine.
Everybody wants their name on the guest list Everybody wants to get in free Everybody wants complete fidelity From two or three lovers simultaneously.
Everybody wants to be an individual Everybody else does too All I wanna be is idiot free And outta here with you. Everybody thinks they might have been kidnapped And examined in a U. But Ah! Just the way they wanna be forever Just the way they wanna be forever Tell me it will always be Forever now.
Take this will and testament And nail it to the wall You know I spent my time here Learning how to crawl. Whichever way it goes I can easily explain it so he knows How it is with you These days. Hump that coffin up round one more bend Hump that coffin up round one more bend If your head needs a bandage Try a roadhouse open sandwich Dodge the waitress and hit the road again.
To every housewife through the land There is no-one else they can depend upon How could I not believe, when Ita tells me too. And just how many times did I watch you smile And how long has it been Since my eyes, in tender desperation Gathered every memory, every scene.
And Ah! And she was like so many more from that time on Their lives were all so empty, till they found their chosen one And their legs were often open But their minds were always closed And their hearts were held in fast suburban chains And the legal pads were yellow, hours long, paypacket lean And the telex writers clattered where the gunships once had been But the car parks made me jumpy And I never stopped the dreams Or the growing need for speed and novacaine.
So I worked across the country end to end Tried to find a place to settle down, where my mixed up life could mend Held a job on an oil-rig Flying choppers when I could But the nightlife nearly drove me round the bend. Louis Dialing old phone-numbers down the line And I measure my position To the obstacles we crossed The territory covered And the parties that we lost Those were the days. Mona leans against the counter as she wipes her dress Her legs hold promise and her eyes are wide The preacher slides in from the night outside The laminex tables line along the wall Mona wanders through the cafe to the window stall The preacher asks softly for the time of day Then heads towards the mission with his take-away His eyes rake Mona as he jerks the door The outside rain becomes an inside roar Mona rests her toes on the late night cafe floor.
Mona and the preacher Mona and the preacher Mona and the preacher Mona and the preacher. The city mission stands in the late night rain The big drops streak the dirty windowpane The old lay preacher leaps a swollen drain. Lay down your head and weep mama Lay down next to me Till you cross the borders of sleep mama Lay down next to me Wish no words of sorrow Nor whisper words of spite Let the darkness in your heart Melt into this night. Lay down your head and weep mama Lay down next to me Till you cross the borders of sleep mama Lay down next to me Send a prayer up above to the pure white dove Flying so high I think the angel of mercy Must have heard you cry.
And if the numbers fall And if the numbers fall right And if the numbers fall I know all my dreams come true. As we slaved out west On the cotton chipping For the money we got I knew we were slipping But later speeding down the Puttee Road Our heads were high And our hearts were skipping And we drove all day down Wallacia way For three long days of music and friends And we all got stoned on jungle juice and ladies When the last note died We hit the road again.
And as the peak-hour traffic jams below Someone gets the story, somebody spread the rumour People come and go. You go to move You got to go You go to be somebody You got to roll You got to stop You got to change You got to make a little money And be a little strange.
You are the only one Who can make me feel the way that you do You are the only one Who can make me feel it too. Pretty girls They jump and shout Cops come running When I step out I get some money When they page me to the phone You know man cannot live on Empty principles alone.
I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Pretty little thing when you need a ride Pretty little thing I got the wheels outside. Manila-man got the machete Manila-man cut him down cold Die with the Balander boss on a lugger Could not have been more Than twelve years old.
Teenage dreams Satin tresses Lie deserted all along the strand And the ferryman has poled his way off home Angels screamed In those evenings When I promised you my dying days And my heart hatched its treasons to run. Quite at ease In an armchair Steaming coffee standing on my knee I can still hear you whispering when the fire sighs Rosaline How I have loved you With a careless kind of vanity As they turned you around And split us apart And like a fool I ran from the start And in the end they told much smoother lies.
Shipping steel, shipping steel. Nobody knows, the way it feels Caught between Heaven and the Highway Shipping steel, shipping steel. All the laughter sorrow and pain Awakened deep inside Another time, another place When you were mine Though we will never see that again At times I wonder why Now I wonder Should I call your name.