Lyrics

"Blue Lights On The Runway"

01. The Ribs Of A Broken Umbrella
02. How Your Heart Is Wired
03. The Great Defector
04. Blow Ins
05. Amelia
06. A Better Band
07. Breastfed (Rockridge)
08. Light Catches Your Face
09. One Stringed Harp
10. The Curtains Are Twitchin'
11. Is That All There Is
12. The Snowman

 

The Ribs Of A Broken Umbrella

She was only just a girl in a picture,
But he thought if I could only make her smile
Then she'd be mine
He'd fooled it, re-folded it so many times,
He'd already lost some of her to the creases
Precious pieces
He wondered how close he's ever been to her,
In this ebb and flow of the distance between us
Maybe she got the same bus
And he left a trail of string wherever he went
When he was sleepin', he tied it to his toe
If she crossed it, then he'd know

But he knew
That all was unravelling
And he was bare
Stripped of his skin
Like the ribs of a broken umbrella
Sticking out of a bin

He'd pull his collar up against the wind,
Against those who said that trying was the first step to failing
Oh he was railing
And filled with newfound purpose and pride,
He'd make something of this heady glow
Now where would she go?

But what do I know
Cos all is unravelling
And he was bare
Stripped of his skin
Like the ribs of a broken umbrella
Sticking out of a bin

But he knew how to fix it, dear liza, dear liza
With time's great elixir, dear liza, dear liza

She was only just a girl in a picture,
But he thought if I could only make her smile
Then she'd be mine
Oh the thought of being faced with her
Gave him the fear and sometimes in the morning a tent
Oh lord give him strength

Cos he knew
That all was unravelling
And he was bare
Stripped of his skin
Like the ribs of a broken umbrella
Sticking out of a bin

 

How Your Heart Is Wired

My tongue is scaling the north face of your neck
And we're glaring like warriors
But I've a feeling you won't look at me that way
In the morning

Cos lately you seem less sure of this thing
You're like Bambi on ice
And there's something in the flash of your arms
A certain longing

Kick the can I can see you now
Behind the temper and ire
Mr Wolf knows what time it is
He says it's dinner time

I don't know what you're carrying
Or how your heart is wired
But there's a dangerous ticking
I'll cut the red one

No, the blue one

Raking over the embers and what I come across?
Raking over the embers and what I come across?
Is that you, combing your hair?
Is that me, eating an egg?
And are we there?
Like John Boy said

My tongue is scaling the north face of your neck
And we're glaring like warriors
But I've a feeling you won't look at me that way
In the morning

Is this how it goes, in these the final throes

 

The Great Defector

I am the great defector
And you're the farmer's daughter
You be teasing us farm boys
Till we starting talking bout those rabbits George
Oh won't you tell us bout those rabbits George

I am the great defector
I give it what it need
Let's make a new world order
Let's make it rhyme

You're the chocolate at the end of my Cornetto
I love the way you're underwire bra always sets off that X-ray machine

Coming in to land and I love the colour of it all
Blue lights on the runway and I love the colour of it all

I am the great defector
Cos someone stripped my soul
With that big stick of hers
Kinda looks like an oar

The accountants have taken the movie
Yea, they're on set
The people from the mobile phone company
Say who gets to play and who gets to not

You're a picture of a check out girl
Hand me a plastic bag
I got the sweats trying to open it
As it all piles up I wish I didn't bite my nails

Coming in to land and I love the colour of it all
Blue lights on the runway and I love the colour of it all
Getting ready to spill my guts and I love the colour of it all
To the waitress on roller-skates, I love the colour of it all

I am the great defector
So I must affect an air
Of a man who's maybe see too much
But still manages to care

Still you're the chocolate at the end of my Cornetto
I love the way you're underwire bra always sets off that X-ray machine

Coming in to land and I love the colour of it all
Blue lights on the runway and I love the colour of it all
Getting ready to spill my guts and I love the colour of it all
To the waitress on roller-skates, I love the colour of it all

 

Blow Ins

I should know my time and place
I'm Tuesdays child without the grace
Bring your canary, bring your flame
There's a rich seem of wind in my coal mine

We're just blow ins
On the storm of time
Yeah we're just stoppin'
For a while

Bucket of water to separate
Those horny dogs of church and state
God of ego and god of light
Pushes us to the corner of our own life

We're just blow ins
On the storm of time
Yeah we're just stoppin'
For a while

I'm like a magpie with all that's shiny and new
I can't help myself, I pick a pocket or two
And if our time was, but a day
We'd show up around midnight, and say hey

Cause we're just blow ins
On the storm of time
Yeah we're just stoppin'
For a while

 

Amelia

I'd say life's a different story when you're facing certain death
I wonder did they kick back when they knew the game was up
Static on the radio ain't no soundtrack for this end
Stick on a bit of agner and we'll go down
Let see if we skim

Maybe there's no time, for grand exits and pause
Twistin our propellers, dropping at the froth
And as she turned to Fred she saw the fear in his eyes
And whatever was between them, was heavy in the last word he said

Amelia

Or maybe they went on to grow oranges and pears
On their own island, Amelia and Fred
She'd dance for him in the evenings as the red sun fell
He'd sit there smiling up at her thinking this is just swell
Take me

Some say she resurfaced as a Tokyo rose
Talking on the radio, telling sweet lies
But remember when the farmer asked have you flown far
She just smiled back at him and said
'I've come, from America'

Amelia

Time has cast it's shadow, the story lost it's legs
Our favorite missing person, still rears her head
Not on the milk cartons, just some bones on a beach
That just might be a tall white girl called Amelia

Just might be a tall white girl called Amelia

Oh Amelia

It's just like flying, it's just like flying
It's just like flying, it's just like flying

 

A Better Band

Is this room getting smaller, or is it just me?
I pace myself, brace myself, trying not to breathe
Oh these walls are closing in on me like the Death Star bin
Oh that'll learn me, that'll squeeze out all the sin

This world is bearing down on me like a fish eye lens
and when it comes down to it, do I have any real friends?
How long were those monkeys typing to make all Billy's work?
I've some way to go yet, I'll finish this one first

Something's got to give

I'm a failing restaurant, all expectant and sad
with one eye on the door, playing cards out the back
I'm love me love me love me, I'm a small bit of a prick
I got the meat sweats from this realpolitik

Sometimes I can see you shining in the night
There's Polly, and Gillian, and your man in the big suit
spitting out confetti that wallops with a kiss
and I'm left thinking

I wanna be a better band

This is it, what are you crying for?
This is it, were you expecting more?

I wanna be a better band
And shoot fire from my hands

 

Breastfed

You're so pretty and I'm so lame
You're ever changing, I stay the same
You give good sermon, I say bad grace
My food for the soul it leaves a bad taste

You save yourself, I'm saved by the bell
Never left my head, I've no story to tell
You save yourself, I'm saved by the bell
Never left my head, I've no story to tell

I was doing fine when I was breastfed
Blame it on the milkman on my deathbed
I was doing swell when I was breastfed
Pasteurise, homogenise, he said

You've got convictions, I've got fence-arse
I'm nowhere near the cliff but I can see the drop
I'm all sound and fury, I'm smoke without fire
I see your watermark when I hold you to the light

You're so pretty, I'm so lame
Cleanliness is closer to godliness they say
Well now what does that mean?
If you can be God, well I can be clean

I was doing fine when I was breastfed
Blame it on the milkman on my deathbed
I was doing swell when I was breastfed
Pateurise, homogenise, he said

 

Light Catches Your Face

A dog-eared Disprin
In your handbag
A gathering of crumbs
And twenty fags
I'd steal some chewing gum, a few stray coins
I'm sure you noticed but didn't much mind

And so it goes

Here I am in the condiment aisle
I'm worried about my basil from Israel and New World wine
I need to lose these poses
Reset my charms
To when I left the factory in your arms

And so it goes

The words on the page start to swim
As the light catches your face and your smiling
This must be what all the fuss is about

You're trying to talk to me, all grateful and smiles
I'm glued to the T.V. giving one word replies
It's small and shameful, its a poor show
beat myself up on the way home and go crying to my girl

And so it goes

The words on the page start to swim
As the light catches your face and you're smiling
This must be what all the fuss is about

 

One Stringed Harp

A safe pair of hands
A reason to stand
Some guns to stick to
Rational demands

Come on now ladies
They won't fertilise themselves
Get into the ball game
Let's clear those shelves

That's what I read in that Sunday magazine
The anvil is falling, falling on your head
You're just picking your knickers from your arse
Like you're playing a one stringed harp
Like you're playing a one stringed harp

Like Wily Coyote
As if the fall wasn't enough
Those bastards from Acme
They got more nasty stuff

Salt in my wounds
Sticking in the boot
We're all bulimic
But keep forgetting to puke

That's what I read in that Sunday magazine
The anvil is falling, falling on your head
You're just picking your knickers from your arse
Like you're playing a one stringed harp
Like you're playing a one stringed harp

Chalk it up, and write it down

The hand of history
is clawing at my back
The Iron Fist of she
Cuping at my sack

Grip is tightening
My voice is heightening
This orange alert
Is beginning to crack

That's what I read in that Sunday magazine
The anvil is falling, falling on your head
You're just picking your knickers from your arse
Like you're playing a one stringed harp
Like you're playing a one stringed harp

Chalk it up, and write it down

 

The Curtains Are Twitchin'

The curtains are twitchin, this house is getting bored
The newborn is itchin to have a go at the cord
The curtains are twitchin by grubby little paws
That darken the stitching for a good gawk
The curtains are twitchin, and we can't help but look
Feed our bitchin at who gave and who took
The curtains are twitchin on these windows of the soul
Some call it blinking
Eyes open, eyes closed

All these gestures, like flowers
Feed ties and affections, like ours
My love, like ours

The curtains are twitchin, an involuntary tick
A nosey affliction, afraid of what you might miss
The curtains are twitchin at Mrs. Carey's limp
A minor operation, or was she beaten by her pimp?
The curtains are twitchin at all who pout and preen
The director is screaming for less drama and more queen
The curtains are twitchin, please don't pick me last
Give me a star on my forehead, make me top of the class

All these gestures, like flowers
Feed ties and affections, like ours
My love, like ours

 

Is That All There Is

You say your shoulder's getting sore
Would you spend your nights with your back to her
A glaring sadness, a gaping wound
You're oblivious to her greater good

Is that all there is?
The sum of all these years
Show some respect for time
Show some respect for time
If not for her

Cos if this is a love, if it's what it is
I'll turn it over to see what I've missed
My other ____ smooth(ness) after years in the sea
Dragged around by the moon like you and me

And is that all there is?
The sum of all these years
Show some respect for time
Show some respect for time
If not for her

Now you been drinking, gate keeper's gone
And there's theatrical tears as you remember that song
All this promise and all these plans
And now you're sitting on the bed with your head in your hands

And is that all there is?
The sum of all these years
Show some respect for time
Show some respect for time
If not for her

 

The Snowman

If I could paint a picture
Put some flesh on your bare bones
Instead of these stickmen
There must be (scarlet) and _____
If I could speak right now
Open my gob 'til the dregs fall out
And all that's left are shopping trolleys
Dried riverbed with traffic cones
What is it you're so afraid of
Gotta hang up if you're letting go
It's just a power trip

 

I'm flying with the snowman
I'm stopping for no man