The Pretty Things
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Allnight Sailor
Allnight sailor poor man failure
Join one line there's no
other
Cement mixer backroom fixer join one line
There's's no other
I've been through this town I think I've stayed too long
There's some truth in what I say
Even though it's getting late I must be
moving on
I can't stand vampire day
You whose hand shakes witness stand takes
Save yourself
forget your brothers
Heroes die here bombers fly here
Killing one to
save another
Allnight sailor poor man failure
Join one line there's no
other
Heroes die here bombers fly here
Killing one to save another
Belfast Cowboys
Celtic children born with stone in hand
Cast against the
dark
Revolution spark
Bitter tears they flood the sea
They're
drowning me.
Frightened soldiers fighting for a queen
Streets of orange
and green
Ancient building scream
As exploding motor cars
Leave
their scars.
Hey, belfast cowboys,
What you gonna do, where're you
gonna run.
Towards the dawn the lights of power burn
Statesmen wrapped
in fears
Wrestling with ideas
Search their souls to find the key.
Who has the key?
Hey, belfast cowboys,
What you gonna do, where're you
gonna run.
Khaki angles fly the sun,
Mortar starlight burns
Tear
stained face it turns
Paid the blood price to be free.
Hey, belfast cowboys,
What you gonna do, where're you
gonna run.
Atlanta
Early morning, pack my bags
Atlanta airport driver please
Lockheed tristar, runway four
Don't you know I hate to leave.
Lazy acres, five slow days
That georgia farm gave me
release
Tequila sunrise lay me down
As the warm winds comb the trees.
But you know I'll return
For atlanta I burn
Atlanta
you're my home
All my life, all my days.
I like atlanta, stayed there awhile
Kind of place that I
could call home
I like atlanta stayed there awhile
Kind of place that I
could call home.
Down at richards, cactus fly
We jammed together all night
long
Southern people have a real good time
Grab your stuff and come
along.
But you know I'll return
For atlanta I burn
Atlanta
you're my home
All my life, all my days.
I like atlanta, stayed there awhile
Kind of place that I
could call home
I like atlanta, stayed there awhile
Kind of place that I
could call home.
L. a. n. t. a. atlanta
Living in atlanta.
Come Home Momma
With stiffened back, dressed in black
Enters doctor
pessimism, no one called him.
He sips his tea, demands his fee,
Offers
not one word of comfort to those grieving.
Come home momma
You know the old man is dying.
Brothers, sisters,
They stand around and they are crying.
He takes his
hat, snaps it back
On the empty head old lester
Thought might save him.
He snaps his purse, sends for the hearse,
Then he's off to dance beneath
Bright mirrored ceilings.
Come home momma.
It's such a bitch, when the ditch
That they're digging is
for your old man to lie in.
It grows so cold, when you're told
That old
lester's house is sold;
The mortgage closing.
Come home momma.
Midnight To Six
I never see
the people I know
in the bright light of day
so how can I say
that you're any friend of mine
See you anytime
I'm feelin' fine
Midnight til six
that's my time
that's your time
Midnight, midnight til six ....
I sleep through the day
I wake around four
but I always feel down
never get off the floor
til the night comes around
see you down town
take in
some sounds
maybe we'll score
tell me some more
tell him some more
see you down town
take in some sounds
maybe we'll score
tell me some more
tell him some more
Midnight, midnight til six ....
The Moon Is Rising
The moon is risin'
This time goin' down
I feel kinda
lonesome
My babe not around
You know that I need ya
Ya can't be found
Been lookin'
for ya baby
All over town
Ya went away and left me
All alone
It wasn't you
darlin'
But it was me, was wrong
Don't tell me where ya goin'
Tell me where ya been
Ain't had no lovin'
Since you, you done went and left me
L.S.D.
Ev'rybody's talking
'bout my L.s.d.
I say talk is easy
money´s never free
L.s.d.
L.s.d.
But I always tell them
life it ain't so black
for
ev'rything I'm given
something's taken back
L.s.d.
Yes I need, L.s.d.
Yes I need, L.s.d.
Yes I need, L.s.d.
Yes I need, L.s.d.
Yes I need, L.s.d.
Yes I need, L.s.d.
Yes I need, L.s.d.
Man sits in his DB5
hasn't got a care
he might be goin'
fast
but is he goin' anywhere?
L.s.d.
L.s.d.
L.s.d.
The Sun
The sun
The sun will cross the sky
Cross the sky
You
reach out
You reach out
But it's too high
It's too high
Will you
settle?
Will you settle?
Will you settle?
Will you settle?
Will you
settle for that water touched by land?
Water touched by land
When the sun has passed you by
Passed you by
In the dark
In the darkness
You will cry
You will cry
And your tears
And your
tears
And your tears
And your tears
And your tears will be soaked up by
the sun
Soaked up by the sun
It's been my fault
Yes, mine from the start
If I told
you
I've never fallen so hard
So hard
Yes
It's been that for
The sun
The sun has passed you by
Passed you by
In
the dark
In the darkness
You will cry
And your tears
And your tears
And your tears
And your tears
And your tears
And your tears will be
soaked up by the sun
Soaked up by the sun
Touching on the land
Soaked up by
the sun
Cry To Me
When your baby leaves you all alone
And nobody call you on
the phone
Don't you feel like crying
Don't you feel like crying like
crying like crying
Come on baby, cry to me
When you're all alone in your lonely room
And there's
nothing but the smell of her perfume
Don't you feel like crying
Don't you
feel like crying like crying like crying
Come on baby, (come on) cry to me
Nothing could be sadder than a glass of wine alone
Loneliness loneliness, it just a waste of your time
But you don't ever you
don't ever have to walk alone
You see, so come on take my hand
Come on
walk with me
When you're waiting for a voice to come
In the night there
is no one
Don't you feel like crying
Don't you feel like crying like
crying like crying
Come on baby, cry to me
Come on baby, that's right cry to me
Yes, I want you to
come on baby
Come on come on cry to me
I want you to come on baby
Come
on come on and cry to me
Yeah come on baby come on I want you to cry cry cry
to me
Yeah I want you to cry cry cry cry cry cry cry
I want you to cry cry
cry cry cry cry cry cry...
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