"9"
All songs copyright control. Damien Rice (p)+(c) 2001-2006.
Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do
It's the wrong kind of place
To be thinking of you
It's the wrong time
For somebody new
It's a small crime
And I've got no excuse
Is that alright, yeah
Give my gun away when it's loaded
That alright, yeah
If you don't shoot it how am I supposed to hold it
That alright, yeah
Give my gun away when it's loaded
That alright, yeah
With you?
Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do
It's the wrong kind of place
To be cheating on you
It's the wrong time
She's pulling me through
It's a small crime
And I've got no excuse
Is that alright, yeah
I give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright, yeah
If you don't shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright, yeah
I give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright
Is that alright with you?
Is that alright, yeah
I give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright, yeah
If you don't shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright, yeah
If I give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright?
Is that alright with you?
Is that alright, yeah
Is that alright, yeah
Is that alright, yeah
Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Is that alright with you?
No... 
Woke up and for
the first time
The Animals were gone
It's left this house empty now
Not sure if I belong
Yesterday you asked me
To write you a pleasant song
I'll do my best now
But you've been gone for so long
The window's open now
And the winter settles in
We'll call it Christmas
When the adverts begin
I love your depression
And I love your double chin
I love most Everything
You bring to this offering (?)
I know that I've left you
In places of Despair
I know that I've loved you
So please thrown down your hair (?)
At night I dream without you
And hope I don't wake up
Cos waking up without you
Is like drinking from an empty cup
Woke up and for the first time
The animals were gone
Our clocks are ticking now
So before our time is gone
We can get a house
And some boxers and all along (on the long?)
We can make babies and accidental songs
I know I've been a liar
and I know I've been a fool
I hope we didn't break it
But I'm Glad we broke the rules
My cave is deep now
Yet your light is shinning through
I cover my eyes
Still all I see is you
transcribed from EF forums
This has got to die
This has got to stop
This has got to lie down
Someone else on top
This has got to stop
This has got to lie down
Someone else on top You can keep me pinned
'Cause
it's easier to tease
But you can't paint an elephant
Quite as good as she
She may cry like a baby
Drive me crazy 'cause
I like you So why'd you have to lie?
I take it I'm your crutch
The pillow in your pillow case
It's easier to touch
When you think you're safe
You fall upon your knees
But you're living
in your picture
Breathe, and she may rise if I sing you down
And she may drive me
into the ground 'Cause I'm lately, horny..
'Cause
I like you, will she take me
I want from you, is empty your head
But they say that you, don't stay
in your bed
We do what we need to be free
And it leans on me, like a rootless tree
What I want from this is to learn to let go
But we fade at first, fracture the times
We go blind when we needed to see
And
it leans on me, like a rootless...
So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
And all that you do
I said leave it, leave it, leave it
It's nothin' to you
Hate me, hate me, hate me
So you can let me out, let me out, let me out
From havin' you around
Let me out, let me out, let me out
What I want from this
Is to learn to let go
No not from you
From all that
is old
Killers re-invent and believe
And it leans on me, like a rootless...
So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
And all that you do
I said leave it, leave it, leave it
It's nothin' to you
Hate me, hate me, hate me
So you can let me out, let me out, let me out
From havin' you around
So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
And all that you do
I said leave it, leave it, leave it
It's nothin' in you
Hate me, hate me, hate me
So you can let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out
She lives with an orange tree
The girl who does yoga
She picks the dead ones from the ground
When we come over
She gives
I get
Without giving
Anything to me
Like a morning sun
Like a morning
Like a morning sun
Morning sun for me
Girl that does yoga
When we come over
Girl that does yoga
And he lives with a little house
On the side of a little hill
Picks the litter from the ground
Litter little brother spills
He gives
I get
Without giving
Anything to me
The days they
And the dogs they run
And the dogs they run
The good good morning sun
Side of a little hill
Litter little brother spills
Side of a little hill
And she's always dressed in white
She's like an angel
And she burns our eyes
And she turns
She pulls a smile
We drive her round
And she drives us wild
And she moves like a little girl
I become a child, man
And she moves my world
And she gets smashed in
____
And walks away
and leaves me standing
She lives with a little dog
That's gone just a little mad
She's got a wolf to keep her warm
If ever she's feeling sad
And she gives
He gets
Without giving
Anything to see
And the day it ends
And the day it
And the day
it ends
And there's no need for me
The girl who does yoga
When we come over
The side of a little hill
Litter little brother spills
Gonna be the man
If ever she's feeling sad
Girl who does yoga
You can hold her hand
And show her how you cry
Explain to her your weakness
So she understands:
And then roll over and die!
You can brave decisions
Before you crumble up inside
Spend your time asking
Everyone else's permission:
And then run away and hide!
You can sit on chimneys
And put some fire up your ass!
No need to know
What you're doing or waiting for:
But if anyone should ask?
Tell them I've been licking coconut skins
And we've been hanging out!
Tell them God just dropped by to forgive our sins
And relieve us our doubt
You can hold her eggs
But your basket has a hole
You can lie between her legs
And go lookin' for:
Tell her you're searching for her soul!
You can wait for ages
And watch your compost turn to coal
But time is contagious:
Everybody's getting old.
You can sit on chimneys
And put some fire up your ass!
No need to know
What you're doing or waiting for:
But if anyone should ask?
Tell them I've been cooking coconut skins
And we've been hanging out!
Tell them God just dropped by to forgive our sins
And relieve us our doubt.
My drum, my drum, my drum
Gonna make ya
My drum, my drum, my drum
Gonna make ya come
My book, my book, my book
Gonna make ya
My book, my book, my book
Gonna make ya look
My hand, my hand, my hand
My hand going under
My hand, my hand, my hand
My hand going understand
My fall, my fall
My fall gonna break ya
My fall, my fall
My fall gonna break your wall
I'm mad, I'm mad, I'm mad
Like a big dog
I'm mad, I'm mad, I'm mad
Like a big dog yeah
My god, my god, my god
Gave me a rod
My god, my god, my god
Gave me a rod
This shell, this shell, this shell
This shell, this shell, this shell yeah
Won't you beat
My drum, my drum, my drum
Gonna make ya
Won't you beat, Won't you beat
My drum, my drum, my drum
Gonna make ya come
Won't you read
My book, my book, my book
Gonna make ya
Won't you read, Won't you read
My book, my book, my book
Gonna make ya look
Won't you push
My hand, my hand, my hand
Going under
Won't you push, Won't you push
My hand, my hand, my hand
Going understand
Won't you break
My fall, my fall, my fall
My fall gonna break ya
Won't you break, Won't you break
My fall, my fall, my fall
My fall gonna break your wall
Bang
I'm mad, I'm mad, I'm mad
Like a big dog
Bang, Bang, Bang
I'm mad, I'm mad, I'm mad
Like a big dog yeah
My god, my god, my god
Gave me a rod
My god, my god, my god
Gave me a rod
This shell, this shell, this shell
This shell, this shell, this shell yeah
For fishing', fishin',
fishin', fishin'
Well I've been here before, I've sat on
the floor, in a grey grey room,
Where I stay in all day, I don't eat, but I play, with this grey grey food,
Desole, If someone is prayin', then I might break out,
Desole, Even if I scream, I can't scream that loud,
I'm all alone again, crawling back home again, just stuck by the phone again
Yeah, well I've been here before, sat
on a floor, in a grey grey mood,
Where I stay up all night, And all that I write, is a grey grey tune,
So pray for me child, Just for a while, And I might break out yeah,
Pray for me child, even a smile, would do for now,
So I'm all alone again, crawling back home again, just stuck by the phone
again
Have I still got you to be my open
door,
Have I still got you to be my sandy shore,
Have I still got you to cross my bridge in this storm,
Have I still got you to keep me warm,
Coz if I squeeze my grape, And I drink
my wine yeah,
Coz if I squeeze my grape, And I drink my wine yeah,
Yeah, Oh coz nothing is lost, This is frozen in frost,
And it's opening time, And there's no-one in line,
But I've still got me to be your open
door,
I've still got me to be your sandy shore,
I've still got me to cross your bridge in this storm,
And I've still got me to keep me warm,
Warmer than warm yeah, Warmer than
warm yeah,
Warmer than warm yeah, Warmer than warm yeah.
Well I held you like a lover:
Happy hands
And elbow in the appropriate place.
And we ignore our others:
Happy plans
With a delicate look upon your face.
Our bodies moved and hardened:
Hurting parts of your garden
With no room for a pardon
In a place
Where no one knows
What we have done.
Do you cum?
Together ever with him?
And is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
And do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?
What about me?
Well you held me like a lover:
Sweaty hands
And my foot in the appropriate place.
And we use cushions to cover:
Happy glands
In the mild issue of our disgrace.
Our minds pressed and guarded:
While our flesh disregarded
The lack of space
For the light-hearted
In the boom
That beats our drum.
Well I know I make you cry
And I know sometimes you wanna die
But do you really feel alive
Without me?
If so: be free.
If not: leave him for me.
Before one of us has accidental babies.
We aren't free.
Do you cum?
Together ever with him?
And is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
And do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
Is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?
What about me?
What about me?
What about...?
Sleep. Don’t weep,
My sweet love.
Your face, it's all wet.
And your day was rough.
So do what you must do
To find yourself.
Wear another shoe.
Paint my shelf.
There's times that I was broke
When you stood strong.
I think I’ve found a place
Where I …
Sleep. Don’t weep,
My sweet love.
Your face, it's all wet
‘Cause our days were rough.
So do what you must do
To fill that hole.
Wear another shoe
To comfort the soul.
There's times that I was broke
When you stood strong.
I think I’ve found a place
Where I feel I will…
Sleep. Don’t weep,
My sweet love.
My face, it's all wet
‘Cause my day was rough.
So do what you must do
To find yourself.
Wear another shoe.
Paint my shelf.
There's times that I was broke
When you stood strong.
I hope I find a place
Where I feel I…belong
Sleep. Don’t weep,
My sweet love.
My face it's all wet
'Cause my day was rough
Don't weep, my sweet love.
My face, it's all wet
'Cause my days are rough
All songs copyright control. Damien Rice (p)+(c) 2001-2003. | 
