I’m falling out with this century
Century’s barely begun
I’m falling out with this century
In zero one
I’ve had enough of this century
Last me a hundred years
Well is this what it’s meant to be?
Is this why we cheered?
And so I’m trusting in
Beautiful people to get all of this said
Beautiful people to put this all to bed
I’m falling out with this century
Century’s barely begun
Well is it only our destiny to overcome?
And so I’m trusting in
Beautiful children to get all of this said
Beautiful children to put this all to bed
Get it sorted
And so the cynics say
In every century it’s always been this way
In every century they always say the same
We gotta sort this century’s head
So I’m leaving town tomorrow and I’m feeling kinda hollow
Well so it goes
Cos’ I miss that city moon and the bells that ring in tune
So I’m coming home
So I feel a kinda sorrow but the next place always follows
Well so it goes
And when I think of you asleep well I know where I should be
And heaven knows I’m coming home
I’m on my own I’m isolated
I turn to stone I’m isolated
Isolated
Sometime in the dead of night you realise you won’t be sleeping
Anger rides into your mind it lights a fire and gets you thinking
Nothing gets you down like this
I’m coming home
There are times when emptiness is full of things that won’t sustain you
Nothing fills the massive void that absent loved ones leave within you
Nothing gets you down like this
I’m coming home
I’m coming home
And the gods will write symphonies
And my peers will fall to their knees
And the moon will rise just for me
And the stars will shine in my dreams
I’m coming home
Could you take us back in time now?
Could you make us proud?
Could you tell us when?
Could you tell us how?
Rustle up a stormy night time
Set us in its teeth
Get us off the boat
Get us up the beach
So please, please scare me, never spare me
Send me on my way
Forever to be haunted by the ghost’s of glory days
Tell us all about a time
Found a cause and lost a mind
Just another way to die
Glory days now
All our yesterdays
You gotta share
You gotta tell them your story
Cos you’re the ghosts of glory
Ghosts of glory days
A man starts walking for the edge of the world
He’s gonna do some jumping, fall into the stars
Heaven, heaven have me now
For I do something it’s better to leave out
There’s always something gonna let you down
So heaven have me now
A man starts walking for the edge of the world
He’s gonna do some jumping, gonna fall right into the stars
He’s gonna make for the little lights in the sky
He’s gonna shake that city for a prettier high, singing
Heaven have me any way, any how
All I ask is heaven have me
Take me hard, take me down, take me over
Take my smile, take my frown, take me under
Well we were looking for some answers
We were turning every stone
We were feeling like the others
Altogether and alone
Cos looking hard aint good for seeing
And talking doesn’t always do
All the things that you were hoping
Even when you’re being true
Something’s gotta give for me
Something’s gotta change
Feel the revolution, feel the revolution
Love will save the day // Love will find a way
So get yourself a revolution
It’s the only thing to do
Take the hand that rocks the cradle
And go dancing ‘round the room………(guitar solo)
So now we had our revolution
And everything will be OK
It’s such a beautiful collusion
And were finding on the way
I love you both and you love me
We got our secret remedy
We get along like a house on fire you see
So sweet the future, a love revolution
If we never see nirvana, if we never meet again
If we never turn a corner, if we never took a bend
I get tired of all the waiting but I’ve learned how to pretend
I know that Satan will be there in the end
Every time I smile it seems to rain
And something inside of me, somewhere inside says hey
Every time my troubles they start to wane
Well something inside of me, somewhere inside says hey
Then it whispers blame
Whispers my name
Oh Lord it’s a mighty whisper
It’s a mighty whisper
If there’s no-
We can put it down to someone else, a man without a name
Gonna ride a Donkey into town, it always ends the same
And we aint no nearer to getting home
Jeanie got a record collection
Jeanie got some old thirty three’s
I tell her we could make a connection
Jeanie could you listen with me
And Jeanie says ‘Nick and the Bad Seeds’
I say ‘Mick and David Bowie’
She says try ‘Do You Love Me’
I say why ‘Hunky Dory’
Jeanie got a record collection
Jeanie got some old forty five’s
I tell her we could make a connection
Jeanie could you listen to mine
And Jeanie says ‘OK Computer’
I say ‘Mott, Mott the Hoople’
Then there’s ‘Oscar Brown Junior, Sin and Soul’
‘Rubber Soul’, ‘This is Elvis’, ‘Nevermind’, ‘Dusty in Memphis’
Give me ‘Exile on Main Street’ to complete……
Jeanie get your record collection
Let’s turn it in to beautiful love
And Jeanie says you must be joking
Did your balance knob get broken?
It aint all record tokens I say liar
Because you love the music
Because I love the music
Cos we all love the music
Well we don’t get to choose it
And so I
I hope that’s hunky dory
Can we all go round again?
Thank you for the offer you’re so kind
Thank you for the offer please don’t mind
Its not that I’m not thankful
But I never could take you up
Thank you for the offer you’re so kind
Thank you for the seed you planted
You planted in my mind
But I just can’t take you up
See how I feel
It’s an alien feeling
Don’t seem real
For a man apart
I’m broken up
So I gotta be leaving
I got to heal
For my satellite heart
Thank you for the offer and goodbye
Thank you but I really must decline
Not that I’m ungrateful
But I’ll never be brave enough
It’s not that I’m so hateful
I won’t take you up
Thank you for the offer and goodbye
Goodbye
Thinking Saturday
Sunday is out of my head
And I gotta say
Some days you’re better of dead
Every other day
Seems I can only forget
I was with a friend
And that’s when I said
Give me sunshine, give me love
Give me money, give me up
Give me Saturday shining
Thinking Saturday
Sunday I take to my bed
And I gotta say
Some days they fill you with dread
The weeks drag by and I feel like
It’s quicksand that I tread
And I’m sinking fast
And that’s when I said
Give me Saturday shining out just like a beacon
Monday and Tuesday and Wednesday they don’t have no reason
Saturday shining out just like a beacon
Wednesday and Thursday and Friday they don’t have no reason
Except where there leading……
Thinking Saturday, I got on my knees and I said
Everything white has gone yellow
It’s mixed up with purple; it’s mixed up with blue
He had everything that you ever wanted
Everything sorted, certainly you
And you love your story
And that’s why you call him your man
It’s all because you love your story
Everyday today is a struggle
It’s all in a muddle, it’s all being used
You got everybody telling you something
But usually something, something confused
And you know your story
It don’t have to be this way
Everything white has gone yellow
Everything red has gone blue
And now everybody’s saying their sorry
But don’t forget you’re beautiful to
You call him your man
That’s why you call him your man
Did a painter so fine really sentence his eyes
To a struggle inside of an airbrushed smile so white
Was a carpenter raised on a river of sweat
Just to hammer these boards and to have them tread so light
Is this the worse year for pop music ever?
Is this the worse year for pop music ever?
Aint it bad enough we crashed the car/trashed the stars?
Is this the worse year for pop music, pop music ever?
So the sound of water at the reservoirs edge
Is at once temptation and a beautiful threat say I
If we rip it all down, let the wild dogs out
Could the saints and the sinners
Make a mighty fine sound and fly
Is this………….
And so we’re flying through space nailed to a ball
A monkey trained to access all
Life and death and all its bits and pieces
And the best that we can do, the best that we can do
And the best that we can do
Is this the worse year for pop music ever?
Is this the worse year you can remember?
I open my eyes I’m on my side of you
May every morning be the same
May all your restlessness melt away
Be still don’t move I’ve got just the thing for you
Be still don’t move I’ve got just the thing for you
And you got just the thing for me to
And you got just the thing for me
You open your wings just like a
New butterfly across the moon
A ribbon of dreams around your hem
May all your bitterness be on its way, you say
Be still don’t move………
For each occasion there are words to be chosen
Some words are clever they don’t need to be spoken
So much is sensual
Sunday morning sitting in bed
Be still don’t move………
I love my wife
And it’s everything to me
It’s my life
And though I fell out of my tree
That’s alright, that’s OK
I said goodbye to yesterday
I got tomorrow in my sights
I love my wife
No wild horses yet been born
Can turn back time
And take me back where I am from
Since I said I do, oh I really do
Such a wonderful feeling, such a beautiful high
Love my wife
I love my life
Now I get to lay my head
Every night
Where the rebel’s fear to tread
And every night, I get to say
A sweet goodbye, to yesterday
I got tomorrow in my sights
And I la la love my wife
These are deserter days
Did someone say red letter days did
History just sigh
All down the grocery store lay
Seven sandbags at your door and
Stand against the sky, the dead end sky
Do we know what to do, are we falling asleep
Is the sun in our eyes?
Do we know what to do, are we feeling the heat
Is the sun in our eyes?
Nature she won’t back down she
Never gonna turn around she
Never meant to please
It’s no good you movin’ out her
Henchman here knows all about your
Stand against the sea
Take a six chamber gun, there’s a chance in one
Odds even two, three and four
There’s hellfire in five, nobody gets out alive
In six there’s a fairytale door, a great big fairytale door
There’s hellfire in five, nobody gets out alive
Never found a world where it was easy
Never found it anything but hard
None of this could ever quite excuse me
None of this could save me from the harm
Human is the monster in my story
Broken is the heart I can’t deny
Could it be impossible to love me
Could it be impossible to try
I feel for you, cos’ I been there to
You got a bad, bad, bad, bad name yeah
Never found no common ground around me
No universal language I could speak
I veer between misunderstood and angry
That register it registered a freak
Son you got your dad’s name
Never found a world where it was easy
I only found a world of shame
All of which is starting to convince me
This dog wont ever have it’s day
She got a halo and it’s gonna shine
She lay her hands upon it everyday
Another station on another night
But mother nature is a stubborn mule
She got this big idea, it’s somewhere in the sky
She got this thing in mind, a universal high/light/sign
What she saw, was a star just like a sun
An ending for our lady divine
She move around just like a satellite
She got her eyeball to the telescope
Another night up here in outer space
The other side of all the dust and rain
What she saw, was an ocean in the stars
An ending for our lady divine
Is it possible it’s all make believe
She had a halo and it used to shine
But time and money took it all away
They sent a bullet in her father’s name
And silver wings across America
What she saw, was a moon to turn a tide
An ending for our lady divine
She lays in the garden of Our Lady Divine