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forget myself


they're pacing piccadilly in packs again
and moaning for the mercy of a never come rain
the suns had enough and the simmering sky
has the heave and the hue of a woman on fire

shop shutters rattle down and i'm cutting the crowd
all scented and descending from the satellite towns
the neon is graffiti singing make a new start
so i look for a plot where i can bury my broken heart

no, i know i won't forget you
but i'll forget myself, if the city will forgive me

the man on the door has a head like mars
like a baby born to the doors of the bars
and surrounded by steam with his folded arms
he's got that urban genie thing going on

he's so mercifully free of the pressures of grace
saint peter in satin, he's like buddha with mace
he's so mercifully free of the pressures of grace
saint peter in satin, he's like buddha with mace

no, i know i won't forget you
but i'll forget myself, if the city will forgive me
no, i know i won't forget you
but i'll forget myself, if the city will forgive me

do you move through the room with a glass in your hand
thinking too hard about the way you stand
are you watching them pair off and drinking them long
are you falling in love every second song

do you move through the room with a glass in your hand
thinking too hard about the way you stand
are you watching them pair off and drinking them long
are you falling in love...
are you falling in love...
are you falling in love every second song

no, i know i won't forget you
but i'll forget myself, if the city will forgive me

great expectations

and if it rains all day
call on you i'll call on you
like i used to
slide down beside and wrap you in stories
tailored entirely for you
i'll remind you
we exchanged a vow
i love you i always will

a call girl with yesterday eyes
was our witness and priest
stockport supporters club kindly supplied us a choir
your vow was your smile
as we move down the aisle
of the last bus home
and this is where i go
just when it rains

blinking and stoned
rain in your hair
you only smoke ‘cause it's something to share
singing bring on the night
to have and to hold
the sodium light turning silver to gold

spitfire thin and strung like a violin
i was
yours was the face with a grace
from a different age
you were the sun in my sunday morning
you were the sun in my sunday morning
telling me never to go
so i'll live on the smile
and move down the isle
of the last bus home
and if you're running late
this is where i'll go

leaders of the free world

i'm sick of working for a living
i'm just ticking off the days till i die
oh, i miss you louise, yeah...
and the sickest little pleasures keep me going in between pulling teeth

oh periscope up
i've been looking for a ladder
i need to see the commander in chief
and remind him what was passed onto me

your mum don't sleep!
and the friends you keep!
i didn't raise a thief!
i didn't raise a thief!

but the leaders of the free world
are just little boys throwing stones
and it's easy to ignore
till they're walking on the door of your home

my thinking isn't driven
but the music always gives me a lift
i'm so easy to please, yeah
but i think we dropped the baton like the 60's didn't happen, oh no!

oh periscope up
should be looking for a ladder
i need to see the commander in chief
and remind him what was passed onto you and me

your mum don't sleep!
and the friends you keep!
i didn't raise a thief!
i didn't raise a thief!

but the leaders of the free world
are just little boys throwing stones
and it's easy to ignore
till they're knocking on the door of your homes

but the leaders of the free world
are just little boys throwing stones
and it's easy to ignore
till they're knocking on the door of your homes

passing the gun from father to feckless son
we're climbing a landslide where only the good die young
passing the gun from father to feckless son
we're passing the gun from father to freckless son

not a job

pull the final splinters
of missing picture winters
you have to give yourself a break
what's the fascination
with lovers at the station
you have to tear yourself away

the dream again nobody understands
walking through the long grass on your hands
it's not a job to do today
sleep it off

words to make her stay: you said
leave me and the plants die
a panic smile across your face
corrugated browline
the hissing bitter punchline
call when you can tie your lace

you rule my world my brother
you rule my world compare

fallen angel

all the fallen angels
roostin' in this place
count back the weeks on worried fingers
virgin mother whats'erface

you don't need to sleep alone
you bring the house down
choose your favourite shoes
and keep your blues on cruise control

all the gelded mongrel
bear their teeth for you
drag your feathers 'cross the dancefloor
throw your shapes electric blue

don't fall to pieces on me