Lyrics

"Bloodless Coup"

01. Hey Anna Lena
02. Velcro
03. Nightwatchmen
04. Sugar High
05. Built To Last
06. 4 Minute Mile
07. Safer Than Love
08. The Trailing Skirts Of God
09. Haloumi
10. 74 Swans
11. Amsterdam Says

 

Hey Anna Lena

Hey Anna Lena
Let's get married
Let's get outta this place
Just take what you can carry
I got the pink lilo
Won't need much where we're going
Can I get a witness?
Let's take your sister
And let's go

Hey Anna Lena
For richer or poorer
May the force be with you
Because you're worth it
We leave at first light
When the house is all quiet
Just act casual
Like you do this all the time

Oh-oh, 5-0

Hey Anna Lena
Between me and you
There's only so much
Popeye can do
To teach you how
To win the girl of your dreams
Beat up the bad guy
And eat your greens

Hey Anna Lena
I think that I know
The Hills where your life rose
The Hills where your life rose
I may be only
Five years old
But I think that I know
The Sea where it goes

 

Velcro

There's not a lot that you
Can do in this van
With these fine young boys
Stuck in confined spaces
The pram has only so many toys

We fall in love with girls
In hi-vis jackets
The girls in the golf carts
Welly-tans, sunglasses
But it's over before it starts

In a field in Texas
Under the welcome rain
Pulled from the deepening
Quicksand
By an angel and his chain

I'll be your tongue,
You'll be be my groove

I'll be your positive,
You'll be my negative
I'll be your tongue,
You'll be be my groove
I'll drive the getaway
And you bring the glue

I'll be your velcro

Now we're clacking at computers
In the sickly light they throw
All jonsing for wifi
So we can steal more TV shows

Watching a six year old on YouTube
Playing drums to Billie Jean
This is the stuff that binds us
This and all those Dairy Queens

I'll be your tongue,
You'll be be my groove
I'll be your positive,
You'll be my negative
I'll be your tongue,
You'll be be my groove
I'll drive the getaway
And you bring the glue

I'll be your velcro

Heading home, airport screening
The man has his rubber gloves on
He says there's explosive residue
On the strings of my guitar

That'll be six weeks of sweat now
In a pop/rock combo
Why don't you come and join us?
You can take all the solos

And I'll be your tongue,
You'll be be my groove
I'll be your positive,
You'll be my negative
I'll be your tongue,
You'll be be my groove
I'll drive the getaway and
You bring the glue

I'll be your velcro

 

Nightwatchmen

To the girl among nightwatchmen
My other, my joy
With your oil-drum fire
You were my gentle unfolding
The wool and the dye
The needle and eye

These songs you sing
As you waltz her up the stairs
And the boy smiles at
The wheels of the chair
We are loved for these
Things that pass us by
All we're good for

As the sand flows into the hourglass
You hold every grain
That it might remain
Part of me wants to see you crumble
Like those toys on a plinth

Pool of alabaster limbs
Into my arms, so that
I might have my place
Although the crutch may just
Serve to dull the only blade
That you brought to this fight
Let's go another round

To the girl among nightwatchmen
The long fingers of morning
Will take you by the hand

Precious stones,
They're all spoken for
You've chosen the tunes,
Everything is just so

And now birdsong,
Ice clinking in the sun
Drip-feed of gentle talk
And pleasantries
And I wait for a gap in the traffic
To tell her I'll always
Hold you close
It's all I'm good for

 

Sugar High

Let's build up tall into the sky
We can sit on those beams and smile
And eat our sandwiches
And smoke cigarettes
Like those boys who built
New York City

No fear of falling,
Oh it looks so pretty
Oh look, a funeral. A carnival.

Sugar. Sugar, so high

Let's build all this shit
No-one's ever gonna buy
When we come round we'll
Blame the sugar high
And act all sheepish,
And kinda sorry-ish

They'll just sit there like
Monuments
Plastic flapping in the wind
Like a flag
So sad

Sugar. Sugar, so high

Hey Charlie don't you know?
Seanie, don't you know Paddy?
Don't you know The Baileys?
Good old boys at the races
In a big tent at the races

He's a friend of mine, he's a friend
Of yours, he's a friend of ours,

Like not so wise guys
Yea, not so wise guys

And they'll do anything for Sugar.
Sugar, so high

Anything, anything
Can't let go of the good times

Free to those who can afford it
To those who can afford it
Very dear to those who can't
Those who can't

 

 

Built To Last

What's sure to get you by
Is to avoid the common lie
That we're under starters
Starters orders

She lost her nerve the last day
Distractions in the cross-hairs
Still under starters,
Misunderstanding orders

We're made like the past
We were built to last

Night time is the wrong time
To be with the thoughts you fear
They drag their nails and rattle
Their chains

See the people walk so slow
Moving statues of heavy stone
Illusions for the non-believer
Or just a shadow thrown

We're made like the past
We were built to last

Words don't move her
She's moving on, she's moving on.
And he can't drown out the
Distant drone

Every morning he wakes and
Starts again
Is this all that you've done?

Speeding lights and runways
Spit her out into a new day
And the bullet you dodged
Will soon be lodged in another heart

We're made like the past
We were built to last
They don't make us like they used to
We can't stand the test of time

 

4 Minute Mile

I'll never run a four minute mile
And that's OK, most of the time
Never play for Barcelona,
Or sail around the world alone
I'll never be the man on the wire

The time has come to face it and say
That I will never play the Dane
No blowtorch of ambition,
It was never part of my mission
And we will never see this day again

But that's OK, most of the time

I'll never make a sun-powered car
Or build sandcastles on Mars
Get good at secrecy and stealth,
Or redistribute the wealth
No routine on those parallel bars

I'll never have a salad at McDonalds
Or heed the call to monetise the arts
All those letters to Jim'll Fix It
Lay somewhere in a basket
And the other guy got to play with
Adam and the Ants

But that's OK, most of the time

I'm like Hernandez, he ran away
He wants to see better days
He says this bullfight,
It's not for me
I'm still in play I got family
Hernandez, he ran ran away
He wants to see better days
He says this bullfight,
It's not for me
I gotta half-life, I gotta half-life

I'll never draw anything but stick
And they will never have any clothes
Be together in the mornings,
Come upstairs to see your etchings
I'll never suck a golf ball through a hose

I'll never run a four minute mile
And that's OK, most of the time
Never launch my own fragrance,
Or be proper famous
I may even wear my trousers rolled

But that's OK, most of the time

 

Safer Than Love

You wanna snap every thread
That's unravelling
If you're not careful you'll
Have nothing left on
You keep checking your dam
And your barriers
Smartarse and your taser-tongue

I hate to see you close all
These avenues
You cut and run when push comes
To shove
You say I'm not being facetious
But it's safer than love

What could be safer,
Safer than love?

You get the fear after two
Weeks of squeezing
Remember, breathe in and breathe out
You say a girl eats two kilos
Of lipstick
In her lifetime, and for what?

What could be safer,
Safer than love?

I'll be the gin in your cistern
I'll be whatever you need

I know you never believed those Sisters
When they told you about those patent shoes
I hope someday you catch your reflection
And see how beautiful you are

What could be safer,
Safer than love?

 

The Trailing Skirts Of God

I'm seven years old,
And my bow-tie's askew
Gonna get some body of Jesus Christ
In a brown velvet suit
All the girls are dressed
Like angels
How sweetly they sang
Oh be not afraid of
Us delicate meringues
The trailing skirts of God
Have passed on by
It's five years later and
I'm on my knees again
I am here to confirm what my
Parents began
And I promise to abstain from
Intoxicating liquor
But the flesh, it is weak,
And my faith was never stronger
The trailing skirts of God
Have passed on by
But oh how I cling on
Cos it's been a rich seam of song
And though it's make-believe
Can I bring myself to leave
This lie's been burning too long
Sometimes in my teens up in
Kellyer's bedroom
Skipping on Saturday evening
Mass for some solvent abuse
As the world spun around me,
And I eased to the floor
Must remember to get that sermon,
And keep the wolf from the door
The trailing skirts of God
Have passed on by
I've drifted far from you
In this bloodless coup
I say good-day and adieu

 

Haloumi

This place is magnificent
All the world a moth flapping
At its flame
Promise still sparkles,
The siren's tune is still the same

None of these girls are smiling,
I'll take whatever they're selling
You can wrap it up
Rolling over Brooklyn Bridge now
To the belly of the beast by the water-slide

And we feed the machine
Buying all this shit that
Nobody needs
And I whimper, and I squeak
Like haloumi, how you move me

Take a wander down Canal Street
No I don't have any gold to sell
(World needs some fearless leaders,
World needs bottom feeders)

Rolling around on my belly
Drifting this way and that
(In a sweaty bar full
Of cruel laughing
I thought I saw you smiling)
And I was thinking about smiling back

And we feed the machine
Buying all this shit
That nobody needs
And I whimper, and I squeak
Like haloumi, how you move me

More than a body,
But less than a soul
Gotta find me something
To fill this hole

 

74 Swans

You counted 74 swans on the canal
You counted 74 swans on the canal

And you were glad it was an
Even number
Everybody had another
No-one was facing this cold alone

They were gathered between bridges
In the steely sunshine
Bookend by ice on either side

Here comes a pair on final approach
Wings like great white bellows
Gathering inward to land
And it looks like grace

You counted 74 swans on the canal
You counted 74 swans on the canal

And you were glad it was an even number
Everybody had another
No-one was facing this cold alone

I thought you were right
There with me,
On my left side
Too eager to get where I'm going,
I left you behind

But you were on the last watch,
The passing of the torch

 

Amsterdam Says

Cars by the water, water that makes this place stand still
Looks like they're thinking, thinking of jumping
I wake to the church bells playing those funky tunes, hey Jude
Up in the tower, carillonneurs thumping

I'm trying to love you but you treat me like a hotel
You're coming and going, but you never say where
I'm trying to love you, but I see your heart is elsewhere
Amsterdam says goodnight

I'm dragging my suitcase through Chinatown and the Rokin Dam
The racket it's making banging a tourist
Now this is my home,
Though these roots will only ever be so long
It is what it is

I'm trying to love you but you treat me like a hotel
You're coming and going, but you never say where
I'm trying to love you, but I see your heart is elsewhere
Amsterdam says goodnight

I'm trying to love you but you treat me like a hotel
You're coming and going, but you never say where
I'm trying to love you, but I see your heart is elsewhere
Amsterdam says with steel in her voice
"I may seem rude to you but I prefer to hear it straight
And not have to wade through the bullshit between the lines
I know I'm beautiful, and I shouldn't work, but I do
And I can do better than you."