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MOON LIKE BECHAMEL (Cardiff)
The coldest nights I spent
Were nights I spent away from you
The deepest pain I felt
Was pain I felt away from you
The hardest I have tried
Was trying to get back to you
And everything besides
Was nothing quite compared to you
And your…
Moon like bechamel
The power and the spell
In the air, took me there
God I swear, was no fighting it
Sympathetic people who rescue with their eyes
Show a place for your heart
Rest your soul from a wicked world
True…
It was all for the sake of the love of a city
Cardiff touched me like water
Cardiff touched me like
Cardiff holds me
And Cardiff holds me, like a lover
I’ve traveled to the south
With blazing sun that played on me
I’ve traveled to the east,
The north and west just made it clear
I travelled much too far
Cause everything away from here
Brought sadness to my heart
And filled my thoughts to bring you near
Cardiff touched me like water
Cardiff touched me like
Cardiff holds me
And Cardiff holds me, like a lover…
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Caroline Street
04:34
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CAROLINE STREET
She half stands up
Slaps her glove
Around the back of her boyfriends neck
Puts her hand on his shoulder
Grabs hold of his shirt
And pulls him up
With such weariness
The Queen of Clubs
Even she’s had enough
Besides the whole place is shutting down
The music has stopped and the DJs sweet talk
Finally settling out on the ground
These long term lovers
They know one another
So well, so they don't need to speak
And the new recruits
Their hands hide their flutes
They still joke and mess around
And the apprentice hard nut
Finally recovers
Steps out of the latrine looking so white
All of these people have one thing in common
They know that this is not the end of their night
CHORUS
They're all going down Caroline Street
Where the hard boys the hippies
And the trendies all meet
The waiters down there
Are rushed right off their feet
But they don't take and trouble
No not down Caroline Street
Where trash and papers
All stick to your feet
And the kids are all huddled round in car seats
And they just mess around each other
Polit-punk drives past
With Mrs French Getyourfun
Looking good and smelling edible
Says ’somethings gonna have to be done…
About this place look… isn't it terrible?’
Jim the toolmaker
Fights with his wife
At least once a week
On a Saturday night
When he gets in late
And she’s laying in bait
And she bites his bloody head off
You’re so stupid
And you’re so dumb
And you’re so this and that
He thinks to himself
I don't have to take this
And he shuts her up with a slap
He goes to the kitchen
And finds nothing there
Sticks his head in the fridge
Runs his fingers through his hair
Says ‘god this women’s good for nothing I swear’
And he’s out and he wakes the children
Desperate hearts
That look for light
Like a moth
On its frantic uncharted flight
Badly cut but still willing to fight
For some sordid if not elusive lover
And the bar apart from anything
Is the same as it was last night
The barmaid smiles like she usually does
Out of habit more than feeling alright
CHORUS
And she's off down Caroline Street
Where the hard boys the hippies
And the trendies all meet
The waiters down there
Are rushed right off their feet
But they don't take any trouble
No not down in Caroline Street
Where food is food
Any food you eat
And the kids are all huddled round in car seats
And they just feeding each other...
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New year
04:26
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NEW YEAR
New year, new year
We’ll pull the ring on a can of beer
Get your coat, lets get out of here
And put a tissue on that tear
New year, new year
The wind is cold but the sky is clear
Your heart is heavy
Throw away your fears
And put your faith in the new year
Stop thinking ‘bout those dreams and who cares
We’ve nearly made it through to the new year
New year, new year
We’ll sing songs that we don’t understand
Take hold of strangers, shake them by the hand
And kiss women… if we dare
The streets are clearing
Its about
Half past three
And everybody’s leaving
‘cept maybe you and me
New year, new year
See you friends
Get them over hear
I sware I’ll be friendly
If they manage to steer clear
Of their politics, predjidice and home made beer
Doesnt feel like its a new year passed under
Feels like the same on, just a different last number
New year
We’ll pull the ring on a can of beer
Get your coat, and snuggle closer here
And put a tissue on that tear
Middle 8
New year, new year
We’ll pull the ring on a can of beer
Get your coat, lets get out of here
And put a tisue on that tear
New year, new year
New year, new year
New year, new year
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All my life
04:27
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ALL MY LIFE
Quackster me
And all the other kids
Sitting round just thinking
'bout the things we did
All twice as old
And half as big
Said time would take us
And so it did
Ive been accused
Of being cold sometimes
Break the bottle
Just to drink the wine
Sort out you problems
Then come look at mine
The interest flatters
But the subject’s out of line
Chorus
All my life
I’ve been competing
For… god knows why
I see no reason
I should change things now
And as time
Seems to open up my mind
Things that boggled
Come to me so clearly
I’d really like to spend
A night or two
Sitting reminiscing
With a couple of you
Some nights
When I’m walking the arcades
I step inside
A bar or restaurant
No matter where it is
I can see in someone’s eye
Hey, watch yourself
I’ll take you on any time
I don’t need to be your
Cup of tea
To get myself drunk
Once in a while
And I don’t need permission
From anyone
To spread my face out
In a smile
And I never ask in the morning
How I should feel
While I’m using the day
But I must admit
People do their bit
To persuade me any way.
Chorus
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Foreign girls
03:36
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FOREIGN GIRLS
To not speak the language
Can be quite enchanting
To seek understanding
Can lead to a charming exchange
One calls it freedom
The other calls it heaven
Both girls know
That playing it well
It can be made to do their work for them
CHORUS
Cause these are foreign girls
And they know they hod certain advantages
These are foreign girls
They make the best of all of their chances
The days filled with laughing
Young men advancing
They don't like to think about
When its time that they have to go home
The sun sets in slices
The night time invites them
To see what they've found before
Every reason they left their island
CHORUS...
Susan and Betty are off on their holiday
This year they're sampling the warmth of Spain
Judy would have come but she stayed home again
To look after her new boy friend
They both got a passport when they were seventeen
Haven't sat down since they opened them.
Their mothers worry but it doesn't frighten them
How you say … to venture the great unknown
They hoping to find themselves both a matador
Maybe they’ll find them somewhere down Benidorm
If they don't tough luck cause they're all booked up
They can try again next year
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Airmail love affair
05:13
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Airmail Love Affair
The regretful Mr Soul is torn in two
And he asked me please
If I would say to you
In a song if I would
Catch your heart if I could
Please sing in an attempt to be defusing you
Perplexed he spoke of consequent effects
While precariously standing on a narrow fence
He said ‘this way I fall,
Just like the other and whats more
Standing here Im not free to do what Im called for’
Chorus
We’ve got an airmail love affair
Loving someone who is never there
Every letter that we start
We fill it with our heart
In our airmail love affair
He walked me through the time you had to share
With a smile he said
It was good being there
But confessed that at the end
He was prepared to just forget
But his conscience would not allow him to
If she knew the infidel she was clinging to
She’d maybe laugh
Probably say we were through
So tell her with care
So’s not to cause dispare
To hurt her is the last thing I would want to do
Taking a stroll
On this evening parole
Taking breath from the northerly wind so cold
With my collar to the blades
I walk accompanied by shades
Of pain that my heart seems to be dealing me
Mr Soul has spoken honestly with you
Ive said nothing
That he would not have wanted me to
Mr soul rules my heart
But my mind he does not
He makes suggestions
I reject them
You conclude the truth
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Sticking to my story
03:48
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Sticking to my story
In your mind
There lies a picture
In your bed
There lies awake
A man afraid of thinking
Who’ll chase strangers from your gate
And he’ll watch you while you’re sleeping
Quietly he’ll go on waiting
For time to do the thinking
And let providence's dictate
Let the candid situation
Serve you as a fateful lesson
The mind cannot envisage
What the soul cannot endure
Volition
A sweet young woman with the miracle mouth
Scissor step walk that puts progress in doubt
Beg her in the alley
Just to cut it out
With the fear of death
Fighting the lust for life
Chorus
Sticking to my story
Believing that she’s
Heaven sent, I’m…
Sticking to my story
Believing that she’s
Heaven sent
Tired and under nourished
Full of pain and out of breath
My skin was turning yellow
And my voice had lost its depth
But with pleasure’s quite unrivalled
Not a though about survival
First we took transcendence
Then transmuted by the test
Short of money
Not to worry
Take ambition as a hobby
Infernal place this is
The fires of hell
Could be fuelled for months
With the putrified visions
Of this bunch of freaks
Still we’re here
Enjoying ourselves
What are we supposed to
Deduce from this?
Chorus
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