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Offer The Light

Alain Delon

If you demonize
You’ll never find the truth
If you compromise
You can’t remain aloof
It’s just suicide
To throw your life away
So close your eyes
And watch the things you say

Alain Delon
Never feels lonely
Alain Delon
Nobody knows me

At the Cinema
So many empty seats
And you’re all alone
Which makes you feel complete
And the film comes on
And it’s full of depth and wit
But there’s no-one there
Unless the film’s a hit

Alain Delon
Never feels lonely
Alain Delon
Nobody knows me

(Ooh) Never trust anyone
(Ooh) You knew that all along

The projector whirrs
The credits roll away
And as the music plays
You have so much to say
But nobody is listening to you
Because everyone’s attention is askew

Alain Delon
Never feels lonely
Alain Delon
Nobody knows me

On the street outside
You end the perfect day
When you realize
That you got your own way
You don’t waste your time
With bores or banality
And you fill your mind
With the treasures that you see

Alain Delon
Never feels lonely
Alain Delon
Nobody knows me

 

Let Me Tell You A Secret

The Venus de Milo
The Shroud of Turin
The Mona Lisa
Ho Chi Minh

Leonardo da Vinci
The Eiffel Tower
The Sahara Desert
General Eisenhower

All this information
Too many things to know
It’s like dehydration
And so nothing grows

Coca Cola
Calvin Klein
Starbucks and Nike
ICI
You turn on the TV
Too many things on show
Too much information
Ooh too much food to grow

Let me tell you a secret
Come and sit close
I’m as crazy as you are
Living with these ghosts

And so we’re in it together
With our big ideas
Changing the system
In these coming years

But it’s like climbing a mountain
Without any clothes
All this running in circles
You gotta keep on your toes

Well let me tell you a secret
Come and sit close
If it’s the last thing I do here
Put an end to these jokes

Let me tell you a secret
Come and sit close
Well I’m as crazy as you are
Living with these ghosts

Well let me tell you a secret
Come and sit close
If it’s the last thing I do here
Put an end to these jokes

 

Lover’s Head

On a hill there was a King
He threw a banquet for the Queen
She asked him what’s the party for
To celebrate my love for you
She smiled her secret hid the truth
She didn’t know he knew her thoughts
But he was a patient man
He was a patient man
He was a patient man
He was a patient man

On the day the guests arrived
Many came from many lands
People said he loves his Queen
See this lavish spectacle
Jugglers and roasted boar
Musicians Poets Acrobats
And then there was the silent man
There was the silent man
There was the silent man
There was the silent man

In the tent the perfumed Queen
Danced her way towards the box
She wondered what could be inside
The King he beckoned ‘Lift the lid’
She couldn’t wait to look inside
She slipped the bow, removed the top
To stare down at her lover’s head
To stare down at her lover’s head (head)
At her lover’s head
Stare down at her lover’s head

 

The Guessing Game

Sometimes when I’m dreaming
All these worlds are spinning ’round
Can’t believe what I’m seeing
Through the clouds down to the ground

Into the distance
Into the darkness

And now that we’ve returned here
To see what we have hatched
Millions of people
A perfect little batch
So that’s what you call England
Sweden and Japan
The Himalayan mountains
Sri Lanka and Siam

Into the distance
Into the darkness
Should we just leave you
What are your chances
Have you the faith
Have you the hunger
All of the madness
All of the wonder
The guessing game

Slipping through my fingers
This tiny galaxy
All these shooting stars
The Men from Mars
And all eternity

Into the distance
Into the darkness
Should we just leave you
What are your chances
Have you the faith
Have you the hunger
All of the madness
All of the wonder
The guessing game
The guessing game

 

Stop Cryin’ Your Eyes Out

At last my relief
Now I’ve subscribed to this peace
Turn all the lights out but please
Stop cryin’ your eyes out

My skin has gone cold
Now that everything’s been sold
All of the secrets been told
Stop cryin’ your eyes out

Send me away with a wave and a tear
But now you don’t need to be scared of being near
How do you feel now I’m never coming back
All dressed in black

Humility is strong
When your faith lasts so long
But if I did nothing wrong
Stop cryin’ your eyes out

And as I disappear from view
All that’s left of me is you
And if there’s nothing you can do
Stop cryin’ your eyes out

You can lean on the glass leave a mark from your cheek
But you’ll lose all sense of who I was in a week
I’ll be a memory before the flowers die
So let’s say goodbye

On this last farewell
There is no-one left to tell
And all has ended well
Stop cryin’ your eyes out

And with everything you get
There isn’t time for your regret
So light up another cigarette
Stop cryin’ your eyes out
Stop
Stop cryin’ your eyes out
Stop
Stop cryin’ your eyes out

 

The Muse

Nobody knows where you come from
Full of ideas and light
Down to your toes you are a song
With silver threads of night
You only appear where shadows play
And sometimes you like to hide
And then you’re a dove or a tiger’s claw
I feel you deep inside

And if you wear your cloak of jewels
Or your anger on your sleeve

If I imagine you into reality
Can we dance like man and wife
Can we fuse our souls to our dying breath
Then you bring me back to life

And when you don’t come I sit and wait
In a lonely room
Weaving my thoughts in complex webs
Waiting for your loom
The candle burns on till morning comes
I listen to my dreams
Whatever I wish in this reverie
You’re never what it seems

Can’t you grace this humble heart
Capricious spectre come to me

If I imagine you into reality
Can we dance like man and wife
Can we fuse our souls to our dying breath
Then you bring me back to life

 

The Striker

When we’re two down
You think of me
But you lost and that was
Because of losing me
If you’d turn back
To see what I could see
Perhaps then with different men
There’d be a better team

Heads hung low
Showers cold
Two own goals
Hit the post

I’d hear the crowds cheer
Running down the wing
With a beating heart and a three yard start
I’d hear those voices sing
Defenders beat ball at my feet
Target straight ahead
Shimmy and swerve test the keeper’s nerve
And put the ball to bed

Golden goal
Whistle blows
Memories old
I’m just sold

 

Surrounded

I got so excited when you said you had the key
I thought it might unlock this complex knot
That’s got to you and me
If it hadn’t been so goddamned rusty
And the teeth hadn’t a been so broke
If you hadn’t run away with the Sugar Plum Fairy
Then you know there might have been some hope

Well if you’re gonna park your car in my private thoughts
Then you’d better know how to drive
Because sifting through all of this grit and dirt
Might just lead you to giving up trying
If you think there is a goldmine hidden and lost
Just waiting for discovery
Then you’d better be attentive to the shining jewel
Hereby known as me

Jagged peaks
The junkyard heaps
Yeah the hill’s too steep

Hmmmh you got me surrounded
Girl you got me surrounded
Yeah you got me surrounded

You can throw around poetry like a dog has fleas
Until your heart breaks down
But all of your intelligence is emotionally motivated
And I’m afraid that you’re emotionally drowned
Black black heart attack never ever ever going to ever come back
To somebody as smart as you
But if you ever loved me as much as I want
I’d have to find someone new

Jagged peaks
Yeah junkyard heaps
And the hill’s are too steep

Oh you got me surrounded….

 

Already Dead

I tried to find something inside you

You know there’s something about being alone in a cell
When there’s just you and your thoughts
And upstairs in an austere room they wait for you in court
And they march you in and you can see in their eyes
That they’ve all made up their minds
And that’s when it hits you straight in the face
That you’ve paid for it all with your life

And the Judge looks over in a mocking tone
He asks you how you plead
And you say ‘Guilty’, trying to show remorse
But your tactics won’t succeed
The blood on your hands is so thick and fresh
And everything’s been said
And you’re back in your cell and a voice from hell
Tells you that you’re already dead
Already dead
Already dead
You’re already dead
You’re already dead

I tried to find something inside you
I tried to find something inside you

With the verdict heard and the final word
The date that you will die
And somehow you knew from the day you were born
That you were gonna fry
Then the Priest is drunk ’cause it’s the only way
He’ll hear your confession
Then you realize as they lead you away
This really is your final lesson

As they strap you in you notice that
The leather is quite worn
From the thousand shaking sweaty wrists
Of the killers gone before
And you piss your pants as they lower down
The helmet on your head
And as you die, there’s no reason to cry
Because you knew that you were already dead

You’re already dead
You’re already dead
Already dead
Already dead

Aww already dead
Already dead
Already dead
I’m already dead

I tried to find something inside you
I tried to find something inside you
I tried to find something inside you
I tried to find something inside you

 

Hopes And Fears

I stare out of my window at a grey Northern sky
On a Saturday
And the smoke in the distance that clings to the hills
From the factories
And people are gathering in droves in the street
‘Cause it’s market day
And I am in love with a girl who I met
Only yesterday

Summer has gone
Lights are on
The nights have grown long
Then the town’s
Looking down
As the rain hits the ground

Then the newspaper sellers are telling us all
What’s been happening
And women are hiding in shopkeeper’s doorways
And gossiping
And you and I meet in the café across from the hospital
And finding a cure for the lovelorn
Is proving impossible

Life tumbles on
Like this song
And the music plays on
And we kiss
Like a play
With our love on display

And the sirens still call
From the factory walls
As we pray to live in peace
With the future unknown
We slowly walk home
As our hopes and fears increase

With our fate in our hands
As we lay in the sand
Will our love and life survive
But I know this is bliss
You are all that I wish
With our hopes and fears alive

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