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And they never would come down

Turn around and hold me
I'd like to see your face alone
I'm hoping there's someone home

[Instrumental Acoustic Guitar
the hours go by
Fall and then arise again
I hear the darkness breathe

Sunk into the horizon
Fall down

Let those tears come down
Let them fade away
A ring on every finger of her hand. 

She lived down by the river 
A flat the council give her, 
Wallpaper very scenic 
Her outlook very beatnik, 
We
down
Nursery rhymes are said, verses in my head
Into my childhood they're spoon fed
Hidden violence revealed, darkness that seems real
Look at the pages
Were found by his men and rode home again
Beneath the rising moon.
The enemy stood still with surprise
As Dunlavy flew down on them,
He found a page
back then
What joy eluded me
Kept bumping into that misery
Locked up deep down inside of me

Took that rage and I
Turned that page and I
Packed my
acoustic guitar 
DAVE BROWN: electric guitar 
ERIC RIEBLING: bass 
RAY DEFADE: drums 
JOHN BURGH: hammond b3, piano
could tell me back then why joy eluded me
Kept bumping into that misery locked up deep down inside of me

Took that rage and I
Turned that page and I
they spin, you freeze in ya souped up paint clean
Fifties, amps, six by nines and thangs
Comin down the block, let my sub straight bang
Like, "Fuck
I was his foreigner
And he was mine.
We ate on terraces
And drank the cheapest wine.
And he believed in me
Down by the serpentine.
How was I
folks
But she's everything to me
Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three 

Oh Monty, Monty, Monty, I am walking down your hall
God
they're spoon fed 
Hidden violence revealed, darkness that seems real 
Look at the pages that cause all this evil 

One, two, buckle my shoe 
Three
they're spoon fed 
Hidden violence revealed, darkness that seems real 
Look at the pages that cause all this evil 

One, two, buckle my shoe 
Three
they spin, you freeze in ya souped up paint clean
Fifties, amps, six by nines and thangs
Comin down the block, let my sub straight bang
Like, "Fuck
wanted has just flown by
It looked at me sideways and told me to try
I hope it's a message from someone obscure
I hope it's the man next door
up and down like a U-N-L-V rebel
The answer be amongst us 'cause we rarely dig acoustics
Can't be too much flackin', not too much packin'
You must
three doors down
Here I am just sittin' round
Waitin' on the world to change

Must've blocked the whole game out
All that I could think about was
the door: a guided tour; what we came here for
One: don't let the sun go down on
Two: love, but are undone by
Three: whose name is...
I won't even start
When you're beaten by nonfiction
God still reads the headlines the front page hope is missing

Working away on a rebuilt freeway
Straight away from
just a page I turned and there you were in it

I wonder how you are farin' not sliding down a slope
Takin' the knocks I hope
I wonder where your eyes are
Give you forty and then some
Whatever it takes
Three dollars and change at the pump
The cost of livin's high and goin' up

I put Robert down
at the pages that cause all this evil

One, two, buckle my shoe
Three, four, shut the door
Five, six, pick up sticks
Seven, eight, lay them straight
You can say the soul is gone
And the feeling is just not there
Not like it was so long ago.

On the empty page before you
You can fill in what
at the pages that cause all this evil

One, two, buckle my shoe
Three, four, shut the door
Five, six, pick up sticks
Seven, eight, lay them straight
and symbol that it won't be long

It was the
book of rhyme, book of rhyme, book of rhyme pages (x3}

Some see the end, but then some see nothing
The pages keep