Something In My Eye Ed Harcourt

Spider has eight legs, you know Spins its web, the patterns flow There's something in my eye Bloodshot in disguise God knows I really tried Making the big time Aiming to climb high Scattered seeds can't

Apple Of My Eye Ed Harcourt

When you're on your own You walk in the rain You walk around the house Then walk around it again You pretend you're happy That you've got it all But don't be upset If you fall on your knees And

Undertaker Strut Ed Harcourt

Undertaker Strut Down in the valley where the river flows There's a man with a long black coat Rain is falling and clouds that are black On the coffin that starts to float Children they cry When

Those Crimson Tears Ed Harcourt

Moving like a dancing bear It's in my blood Falling down the marble stairs It's in my blood Oh my dear, that's the way I am made, I'm afraid Those crimson tears Drip on the floor, drip on the bar

Blackwoods Back Home Ed Harcourt

There is something in the blackwoods Going in cannot be good All these branches pull me in Notify my next of kin I smell the death tonight It makes me feel so scared, uneasy The darkness blinds the sight

The Music Box Ed Harcourt

The Music Box sung by Ed Harcourt The music box is all that's left in the empty house Must've left it when they moved out In a hurry to flee the town Armoured tanks broke through all the soldier's

The Hammer And The Nail Ed Harcourt

I've been disguised by sunken eye I sleep in cars and shout at stars The killer said I'm not quite dead Replied then I must hide Please don't say I'm stuck in wood That I could sink like metal should And

Something To Live For Ed Harcourt

too much Too fragile for the cold outside Too proud to say what's on their minds This is for the broken fools Whose flames are gone before their time And if you see me trip and fall Save me from my

You Put A Spell On Me Ed Harcourt

Bring you flowers in the morning I don't know what else to do Got a suitcase and a passport But all I really want is you I'm not sure if I can fake it I only write songs when I'm sad But being isn't

The Birds Will Sing For Us Ed Harcourt

The Birds Will Sing for Us Little girl don't be sad I've set your eyes on fire Don't say I'm a liar that I don't love you Something has brought me down but I won't give up hope It's hard for you

Little Silver Bullet Ed Harcourt

Little silver bullet hanging in my head And you know you won't dislodge it 'til I'm dead Got it in my dark days when I ?????

The Storm Is Coming Ed Harcourt

Well what starts out as a warm breeze Turns into something more Like the lightning that burns down houses Or the wind that blows down doors Oh I see it in the distance It moves much faster than I think

Shadowboxing Ed Harcourt

Hanging off the bridge by a fingernail Trapped in the harbour when the ship set sail Boy you're one card short of the pack Begging for your baby to take you back Stubbed a cigarette out on his hand Scrawls

Hanging With The Wrong Crowd Ed Harcourt

Hey baby Jane, you have been climbing down the drain And you run in the rain to the playground climbing frame And the air seems so good and moist and cool When you meet him by the swimming pool What's

Last Of The Troubadors Ed Harcourt

Over my dead body People place the flowers Meetings in the lobby Lemonade turned sour Nobody is happy anymore Last of the troubadours I played in every ballroom A shadow of a man My guitar was an heirloom

The Ghosts Parade Ed Harcourt

I slept for 19 days and always the sky was dreaming And when I chose to wake my eyes were red and streaming The ghosts parade the house I'm lost in a place of madness I wont ever venture out I'm shackled

Born In The '70s Ed Harcourt

I was born the year punk broke Days before the king was dead It was the year of the snake I was a red-faced child Who stumbled where he tread Was kept in orderly file My parents name me Ed I tried my hardest

Lately I've Been Feeling Rather Strange Ed Harcourt

But is in fear of ridicule, when surrounded by fools. Lately, I’ve been feeling rather strange. Sheep in wolves clothing on the firing range.

Coal Black Heart Ed Harcourt

There's a scarecrow in the field But it don't scare those crows away I'm so happy on my own at home I listen to the static of my record player Sometimes you have to have a break Feed the ducks out on the

He's Building A Swamp Ed Harcourt

He don't live in the city He don't live in a town He lives close to the woodland Building a swamp in the dirty ground So watch me crawl Break down the door I'll nail you to the wooden floor Love won't

Sister Renee Ed Harcourt

Sister Renee Sister Renee, the jack of all trades don't put that hatchet in my back, in my back Watch myself fade on the bed that was made not by Nurse Ratchet but by you, yeah by you Your uniform

Visit From The Dead Dog Ed Harcourt

Visit From The Dead Dog - Ed Harcourt Got a visit from the dead dog He slept at the end of my bed last night He could tell I was fading And somehow fighting against the light Everyday when I open

Sugarbomb Ed Harcourt

He threw me through the window I lay bleeding in the glass If that's the way he planned it I sure don't understand it If I hadn't been with you He Probably would have walked past And like a dangerous driver

Black Dress Ed Harcourt

For days I've searched for the words So I don't make a mess of this I'll trade my eyes for a fleeting wish I woke at 7am The cold air was not becoming This tune I started humming And you lay there so

Whistle Of A Distant Train Ed Harcourt

through the skyline Mere emotion, see the ocean Just for one day Life speeded up since you threw me a smile Please don't jump on the train for a short while yet Waking up with cold feet Wine stains on my

Still I Dream Of It Ed Harcourt

Time for supper now, day's been hard and I'm so tired I feel like eating now Smell the kitchen now, hear the maid whistle a tune my thoughts are fleeting now Still I dream of it of that happy day when

Beneath The Heart Of Darkness Ed Harcourt

Beneath the heart of darkness Lies an old machine that's dying Spluttering like an army of artillery sporadically firing The roots of the house are cracking, caving in There's no way out, it's trapped

Jetsetter Ed Harcourt

Jetsetter Making an apperance at the club tonight Playing some songs that I think are alright I'm not post-modern just a man who can bark And bite with teeth that leave a mark In the winter your eyes

Bleed A River Deep Ed Harcourt

Bleed a River Deep When the clock strikes dead on midnight Books fly through the hall All the lampshades turn and rotate She walks through the wall With hands in pockets I search for rockets that

I'Ve Become Misguided Ed Harcourt

Sometimes I'm afraid of my shadow It's always following me In my home in an old trombone lives a family of bumblebees And I'm fearful of the sharp sting that fractures through the skin Walking on the dark

Loneliness Ed Harcourt

In an empty cinema (loneliness) When your old friends drift apart (loneliness) Wandering round the house in the dark (lonelines) Faded glory of a broken star (loneliness) Loneliness Loneliness What would

Ghostwriter Ed Harcourt

Ghost Writer Hey - what's that sound in the bathroom?

Bittersweetheart Ed Harcourt

Bittersweetheart by Ed Harcourt if I could only see straight I wouldn't be lonley these days I'd drag my body out of this place and every sunday I sleep and pray that my soul will keep for I'll

She Fell Into My Arms Ed Harcourt

well I burned all my travellers Cheques Just to show you my respect Then I hung myself out to dry And You looked at me and asked me why So I said I don`t mind if I lose Cos if I win ill be so confused

God Protect Your Soul Ed Harcourt

Well I hope God protects your soul I don't know if you should leave home alone Maybe you've been drinking from the Devil's bowl I can't express myself 'cause I'm not fully grown My heartache, is my mistake

Until Tomorrow Then Ed Harcourt

If the world did end Would you be my apocalyptic friend? Until tomorrow then If the skies did fall Would you pick up my last call?

Alligator Boy Ed Harcourt

Alligator boy, get back in the swamp Alligator boy, you're looking so scared Alligator boy, get back in the swamp Alligator boy, you're looking so scaley Flicking your tail from side to side with a sick

Atlantic City Ed Harcourt

Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night, now they blew up his house too Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight gonna see what them racket boys can do Now there's trouble

Fireflies Take Flight Ed Harcourt

Fireflies Take Flight Oh beware of bleeding lung And bugs that eat their young The demons in your head The wolves under your bed The bones of dinosaurs Hidden below the floors They rattle and they

Metaphorically Yours Ed Harcourt

Metaphorically Yours by Ed Harcourt oh baby, can`t you see when you get mad at me your eyes light up your face oh baby, just a minute if both my wrists were sled you`re banish a new style and

Good Friends Are Hard To Find Ed Harcourt

hard to find Don't make the mistakes I've made And if you do, don't be afraid The greatest lie that there is Is to believe what they all say Social loners and deadbeat hacks I open my

Let Love Not Weigh Me Down Ed Harcourt

Let love not weigh me down Let the cursed air be clean When you`ve lost faith in the human race Let love not weigh me down Let love not cause me pain Let it all seem like a dream And I won`t regret wnat

Angels On Your Body Ed Harcourt

There's angels on your body, baby You look so good Strangers turn their heads to see You dance through the silver wood I would cut my heart out And nail it on to those who doubt The angels on your body

All Of Your Days Will Be Blessed Ed Harcourt

All Of Your Days Will Be Blessed by Ed Harcourt with beady black eyes, the bluebird has died it's feathers have dried, it couldn't survive from the winter's grasp, nothing ever lasts but you and i

This One's For You Ed Harcourt

feel so far away from love 'Cus I can never get enough Like the kid with the cookie jar And if I came back from the grave for a while Would you, could you make a dead man smile I´ll wear you on my

Paid To Get Drunk Ed Harcourt

time to leave But I haven't got time to care If I have so much love to give Where is that will to live Maybe you old friend will show me how Come here pull up a chair I get paid, paid to get drunk Spend my

Weary & Bleary Eyed Ed Harcourt

Morphine sedates and sends you to sleep What I would give for a sleep that was deep I can hear birds calling my name What I would give to send them away Cos I'm still awake and weary and bleary eyed I

Open Book Ed Harcourt

It's clear to us this love affair Has self combusted everywhere And I don't feel so debonair My piano collects dust A funeral with no mourners I wish that I'd turned corners To see the signs that warn

Here Be Monsters Ed Harcourt

Fell in the well Church rang a bell Priests they just tried to help but he went straight to hell Lost in the flames, such a shame Here be monsters again Here be monsters again Brain wash the weak Join

Only Happy When You'Re High Ed Harcourt

It's funny, when losing your head It feels like in a hospital bed. It's funny, losing our minds, and irony is dead. It's been for a long time. Forgetful, I miss place your name.