- A thousands trees
- Looks like Chaplin
- More life in a tramps vest
- Local boy in the photograph
- Traffic
- Not up to you
- Check my eyelids for holes
- Same size feet
- Last of the big time drinkers
- Goldfish bowl
- Too many sandwiches
- Billy Daveys daughter
A thousands trees standing at the bus stop with my shopping
in my hands when i'm overhearing elder
ladies as the romours start to fly you can
hear them in the school yard scrap yard
chip shop phone box in the pool hall at
the shoe stall every corner turned around
it started with a school girl who was
running running home to her mam and
dad told them she was playing in the
change room of her local football side they
said tell us again so she told them again
they said tell us the truth they found it hard
to believe cause he taught our steve he
evan trained me taught uncle john who's
father of three
but it only takes one tree to make
a thousand matches
only takes one match to burn
a thousand trees
you see it in the class room in the
swimming pool where the match stick men
are made at the scouts hall at the football
where the wise we trust are paid they all
honour his name he did a lot for the game
He got his name knocked up above the
sports ground gates but now they are
ripping them down stamping the ground
picture gathers dust behind the bar in the
lounge it only takes one tree to make
a thousand matches
it only takes one match to burn
a thousand trees
wake up and smell the rain shake up he's
back to stay he hasn't been on a holiday
his growing seeds don't believe why he's
been away in the school yard change room
playing fields bathroom phone box office
blocks corner turned around they keep
doubting the flame tossing the blame got
his name knocked up above the sports
ground gates but now they're
ripping them down stamping the ground
picture gathers dust in the bar in the
lounge it only takes one tree to make
a thousand matches
it only takes one match to burn
a thousand trees
Looks like Chaplin i feel the wash close down the street yet chaplin walks feet nine fifteen
and i hear them, hear them call his name
and i see him, see him turn away
they take him in, and clean him up
they take him in, and strip him down
they dry his skin, and feed him wine
and i hear them, hear them call his name
and i see him, see him turn away
asks to use the phone
yet lives alone, he lives alone
no one home to phone, sits alone at home
he calls his home his own
his wife is still unknown
More life in a tramps vest I get camping eyes in the final hour last minute shoppers picking cauliflower the fuss they
make you'd swear they were buying a car always moan moan it's not so cheap cheaper still
cheaper still down the street I lose my rag and tell them take your bag and shop down there
closing down closing down another road one way system steals the show
mac the knife swigs a can and sings the day away
there's more life in a tramps vest flower man sits down in the street surrounded by stock he
bought back last week bring back the ladies wearing lipstick on their teeth
make up we make up a crappy joke sit back relax and have a smoke
mac the knife swigs a can and sings the day away
there's more life in a tramps vest
Local boy in the photograph there's no mistake I smell that smell it's that time of year again I can taste the air clocks go back railway track
something blocks the line again and the train runs late for the first time pebble beach we're
underneath a pier just been painted red where I hear the news for the first time
and all the friends lay down the flowers sit on the banks and drink for hours talk of the way they saw him last
local boy in the photograph he'll always be twenty three yet the train runs on and on past the place they
found his clothing
Traffic we all face the same way still it takes all day take a look to my left pick out
the worst and the best she paints her lip greasy and thick another mirror stare and
she's going where?
another office affair? to kill an unborn scare?
talk dirty to the priest?
makes them human at least
is she running away?
to start a brand new day?
or she going home?
why's she driving alone?
is anyone going anywhere?
everyone's gotta be somewhere
she got a body in the boot?
or just bags full of food?
those are models legs but are they womens are they mens?
she shouts down the phone missed a payment on the loan she gotta be above the rest
keeping up with the best is anyone going anywhere?
everyone's gotta be somewhere
wait tables for a crook? wrote a hard back book?
you teach kids how to read?
sell your body on the street?
a nurse without a job?
another uptown snob?
but have I got you wrong?
one look and you were gone is anyone going anywhere?
everyone gotta be somewhere
Not up to you salt grips the road awaits his lift again
street orange glow shades
the odds against one
more sip a shoe a miss a shaving nick
one extra kiss who's to know whatever!
not up to me
not up to you
swings don't swing
the parks been dead for years how do you know
the last swing weren't your last
for good hard book on freaks
fresh summer peach creased magazine sugar chocolate
treat who's to know whatever!
not up to me
not up to you
the street's so long where she lost her pocket purse
kept the last picture of the man she committed first
cracked windscreen rain french murder play
junk take away tired street parades who's to know whatever!
whatever!
not up to me
not up to you
not up to anything we do
Check my eyelids for holes I gotta lose weight I swallow honey is my stand up show still that funny
am I back for good I said that I said that I would be she's down waist low trying to make
me happy
because I like watching you it's time I tried tried to check my check my eye lids
check for holes
two weeks late I gotta test for babies shop take is falling low I'm not going back back to the
factory's because I like what I do it's time I tried tried to check my check my eye lids
check for holes
Same size feet A week's too long not to ring re colours her hair and waits for him no cat
against dog just head over heals sex twice a date best time in years oh
no why hasn't he phoned she has to wait until he's on his own lying and
denying so no body knows I'll tell her this week is what he tells her to
keep her on loan he'll buy her one
day
sex drives oral highs cheated wives and spies cream cakes coffee dates
floral gifts goodbye passed away for the day had a change of kind sex
changes too mundane for the average mind oh no she just can't see
where he is or where he's been looked prim and straight like she's
always been all that she saved for went missing again she could be
wrong it looks like the words got around they found a body in the lake
maybe it wasn't really his name same colour same weight same size
feet it's the not knowing that kills you oh no the clocks stopped slow
everytime you're on your own ya' hide from the spies so nobody knows
scratch through the pages of the lazy days news for a clue still looking for
Last of the big time drinkers the same long faces in the workman's hall caramel crisp counts
his birds cliff chip's lines up his dominoes kingfisher lead singer
calms his nerves
I'm drinking sinking swimming drowning working smirking learning
burning sleeping thieving cheating beating I'm eating I'm deep in a
goldfish bowl It's sink or swim
the hall down town just burns to the ground my boxing ring turned to ash
red head ginger bread sells tickets at the door stella sleep walks in the sand
I'm drinking sinking swimming drowning working smirking learning burning
sleeping thieving cheating beating I'm eating I'm deep in a goldfish bowl It's sink
or swim they're looking in
hard up outta luck time to ride the village bike a bike been used ten times or
more grape vine here's the wife lays down her royal flush
I think I've lost another wife
Too many sandwiches shopping spree for the family tree
haven't seen your family tree in quite
a while too many sandwiches
and wine sherry stains down your
best mans
tie what a speech the band arrives
the granny's cry
singer's
tongues in the
bar maids
mouth what a voice
grandpa
drunk a drop or two his head's still
sunk in the portaloo what a man
you bought a sequin dress for your
chichen breast the disco's late and
he's overpaid tonight you got a
diamond ring and the man who
sings the man who sings made
love to the barmaid twice and that's
just tonight the blue rinsed hairs lift
up the chairs the band's too loud
they're off down stairs what a noise
the bride and groom dance their
dance the singer mimes there's still
a chance the bar maid
smiles
Billy Daveys daughter I never knew her name
I only knew her fame
she lived near my town
another goldfish to drown
well I just past the bridge
that parts us from them the bridge
that she used again and again again
I remember when they found her
billy davey's daughter the word gets around
billy davey's second daughter threw herself
to dirty water billy's left with nothing but a
dream he dreams
