Lyrics:
You take a Señorita by the hand
And you tell her things you don't understand
You sing a cowboy song to a desert sky
And you fall asleep wondering
Brothers got room to talk
Messin' round on the block
Corner shops, stares and stops
Mother rather not
You're young enough to say what you feel
Swaying room as the music starts
Strangers making the most of the dark
Two by two their bodies become one
I see you through the smokey air
"Uh, we got a killstreak coming up if anyone's interested."
It's getting late at night by a freezing moon
The time is running out and the end is
the moon in a basket on your bike front by the coast
The way your fixed it up, in pale grief you were a ghost
You liked to play with darkness, all
none of you niggas
When I'm near you I feel like a metal in a microwave
I'd much rather be at home all alone by myself
Fuck your support, I can buy it
I see by the papers that
He came from the old religion but possessed no magic skill
Descending from machinery, he left nothing from his will
Back up in this corner, back up in this corner, gotta get out
You think I got none but I got all kind of sense
Stop judgin' my book by the cover
Maybe
and you got sick and I got scared
I'd have had something to say if I had only been prepared
And the girl just left me shaking in the corners of my room
Kids out driving Saturday afternoon just pass me by
And I'm just savouring familiar sights
We shared some history, this town and I
And I can't
She didn't bat an eye, as I packed my bags to leave
I thought she would cry, or sit around my room and grieve
But oh the girl she fooled me this
and screech
Thousands of owls, all flapping their wings
How I love the marble staircase, the claw-footed tubs
The room of rare orchids, the glass hall for my
There is a sound like breaking glass
When water falls on dying grass
There is a sound sung by the sea
And plastic bags caught in trees
There is
are five years younger than I am
And I hear strange music
I hear strange music
The agent is in a room in downtown Budapest
He thinks he’s the first
The small grains make room
Soft fists insist on
Heaving the needles
The leafy bedding
Even the paving
Our hammers, our rams
Earless and eyeless
In your old room
Where we caught you
Stepping through some old song
You said came from
Where you're going
A lady read it in your palm
Down
slow-moving storm
This room is the world, our bed is the earth
Nothing else is, here's all death and birth
You're a canopy, a cradle, we're alto and bass
Sleeping, she lies by my side
Our bed is green, our room is small
Unseen still swells the river's tide
Though the rain has ceased to fall
She's
call an ambulance
To save me from my self offense tonight
I need you here with me
In this room I'm trapped
By design
Commiseration helps
Only
and on and on"
Checkin', checkin' out Mr Askey's song cos he's
Late sevens' captain on the mic but blows the horn so fierce
That the room ignite
It's like his
like a tomb
Folks seek shelter
But there's no room
I had a dream too big for the world
Get me out of here
Take me to the edge of town
that way
I'll tell you how I got to Memphis
Saw your mom on a TV show and that was that
Both my bags were packed
I could put you to sleep just by
I couldn't fall asleep sweating under the sheets on the third floor
Street sweeper baby passing by and I tell you it's starting to roar
I could
I couldn't fall asleep sweating under the sheets on the third floor
Street sweeper baby passing by and I tell you it's starting to roar
I could
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