| a & b song | |
| A say's he's glad to be here, b's chasing storms in the lightning state, | |
| Where everyday above ground is a good day, and life is great. | |
| A's got a cocaine body, b's got a benylin brain, | |
| A knows he's gonna be some body, b don't believe in fame. | |
| And all our time slips away | |
| A's got a girl for each season, b's got a mail order bride, | |
| A knows he's headed for salvation, b's afraid to die. | |
| If hell is in the detail, babe, i'm a microscope, | |
| I know i'll live to see you swinging, given enough rope. | |
| And all our time slips away | |
| A's growing tired of conversation, he's ready for his final scene, | |
| B's whistling hotel california, and still living out the dream. | |
| Here we are together, let's roll the dice just one more time, | |
| Odd number says we walk away now, even says we die ...don't wanna die. | |
| And all our time slips away | |
| And all our time slips away | |
| Producer : chris hughes. | |
| Tom mcrae : vocals, acoustic guitars, percussion, harmonica. chris hughes: | |
| Drums, percussion. | |
| Mark frith : electric guitar, hammond, bass. tony marrison: programming. | |
| ,--- | |
| Language of fools | |
| I cannot use this language of fools to communicate with you. | |
| The things that you say to mark the time of the day are calculated to bemuse. | |
| And hey yeah ...hey hey yeah | |
| Won't you hide me, won't you hold my life, let me have this time. | |
| And lie here while i close my eyes, hold me through this night. | |
| One good day will lead the way for another, my love. | |
| Living here things are never so clear you discover my love, | |
| And hey yeah ...hey hey yeah. | |
| Won't you hide me, won't you hold my life, let me have this time. | |
| And lie here while i close my eyes, hold me through this night. | |
| Hide me, won't you hold my weight, hold me through this night. | |
| Produced : chris hughes/tom mcrae. | |
| Tom mcrae : vocals, guitars, piano, percussion. clive jenner : drums. mark | |
| Frith : piano, hammond. | |
| Chris hughes : percussion. strings arranged by anthony clarke. | |
| ,------- | |
| Untitled | |
| Get me out, get me out, get me out of this room, let me see. | |
| Cut it out, cut it out, rip it out from this wound, let me bleed. | |
| But wait now, wait now for me... won't you... | |
| Shut it out, shut it out, black it out with the night, to put me at ease won't | |
| You... | |
| Talk it out, talk it out, yell out to the ghosts that stalk the street. | |
| But wait now, wait now for me... | |
| And we'll sail on the high tide, drift on the open sea. | |
| I've been waiting for so long. | |
| Take my hand, take my hand, kiss me softly, then take your leave..won't you.. | |
| Sit down, sit down, take the weight of me, let me grieve. | |
| But wait now, wait now for me. | |
| And we'll sail on the high tide, drift on the open sea. | |
| I've been waiting for so long. | |
| But wait now, wait now for me. | |
| And we'll sail on the high tide, drift on the open sea. | |
| I've been waiting for so long. | |
| Producer : chris hughes. tom mcrae : vocals. howard jones : piano. | |
| ,------- | |
| Sau paulo rain | |
| There's always a party on funeral row, where the cross flashes red to the | |
| Street. | |
| And gasoline dreams of girls in blue jeans, he's grazing the surface od sleep. | |
| The vultures on main street are eyeing you up, calculating the wait of your | |
| Bones. | |
| And midnight graffiti appears on your door, so we all can sleep safe in our | |
| Homes. | |
| And the storms in the distance hold no rain, and i feel my resistance giving | |
| Way. | |
| Shelter me from this sky, dance with me one last time... sau paulo rain... sau | |
| Paulo rain | |
| Do not disturb this blood red earth, there's giants sleeping beneath, | |
| And carnival queens on their deathbed scenes all go through the motions of | |
| Grief. | |
| Take another hit, let the bottle slip through your fingers and break like a | |
| Promise made... | |
| The day i remember, my heart i will keep, my voice i surrender and i will not | |
| Speak to lie. | |
| We were so alive, we were so alive. | |
| Shelter me from this sky, dance with me one last time... sau paulo rain... sau | |
| Paulo rain | |
| Producer : tom mcrae/jamie cullum. | |
| Tom mcrae : vocals, acoustic/electric guitars. | |
| Tony marrison : bass, keyboards. | |
| Clive jenner : drums. | |
| Anthony clarke : piano. |
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