1.The Birds
The birds are the keepers of our secret
As they saw us where we lay
In the deepest grass of springtime
In a reckless guilty haze
And they wove a sweet indifference
And it settled on our skin
Till the eyes that I remembered
For the last time drew me in
The birds, though I wore your glacial patience
To a smudge of bitter dust
On the last day you embraced me
With a glistening sapling trust
Did they sing a million blessings
As they watched us slowly part？
Do they keep those final kisses
In their tiny racing hearts
What are we gonna do with you？
Same tale every time
What are we gonna do with you？
Come on inside
Looking back is for the birds
What are we gonna do with you？
Same tale every time
What are we gonna do with you？
Come on inside
Looking back is for the birds
What are we gonna do with you？
Same tale every time
What are we gonna do with you？
Come on inside
Looking back is for the birds
What are we gonna do with you？
Same tale every time
What are we gonna do with you？
Come on inside
Looking back is for the birds
The birds are the keepers of our secret
As they saw us where we lay
In the deepest grass of springtime
In a reckless guilty haze
Did they sing a million blessings
As they watched us slowly part？
Do they keep those final kisses
In their tiny racing hearts
What are we gonna do with you？
Come on inside
Looking back is for the birds
What are we gonna do with you？
2.Lippy Kids
Lippy kids on the corner again
Lippy kids on the corner begin
Settling like crows
Though I never perfected the simian stroll
The cigarettes and it was everything then
Do they know those days are golden？
Build a rocket boys
Build a rocket boys!
One long June
I came down from the trees
and kerbstone cool
You were a freshly painted angel
Walking on walls
Stealing booze and hour long hungry kisses
And nobody knew me at home anymore
Build a rocket boys!
Build a rocket boys
Build a rocket boys!
Lippy kids on the corner again
Lippy kids on the corner begin
Settling like crows
And I never effected that simian stroll
No
Do they know those days are golden？
Build a rocket boys
Build a rocket boys!
One long June
I came down from the trees
And kerbstone cool
You were a freshly painted angel
Walking on walls
Stealing booze and hour long hungry kisses
And nobody knows me at home anymore
Build a rocket boys!
Build a rocket boys
Build a rocket boys!
3.With Love
Best intentions bring joyless droughts
Pack your hacksaw come push me out
When your dentures prevent your smile
These adventures will fill your eyes
With love
With love
You've been going see-through,
could do with a little sun
I'd give my liver to see you
abide and ride shotgun
The back-end scandal awaits me,
just can't do it alone
Your sweetheart probably hates me,
but I'll send you home
Your dome filled up with love
With love
Fill your eyes with love
With love
Love will find you out
Be sure love will find you out
Love will find you out
Be sure love will find you out
As anybody with a kind word would know
Gonna find you
Be sure love will find you out
As anybody with a kind word would know
Gonna find you
Be sure love will find you out
As anybody with a kind word would know
Fill your boots
Fill your spine
Fill your dome
Fill your eyes with love
Love will find you out
Be sure love will find you out
With love
Love will find you out
Be sure love will find you out
With love
Love will find you out
Be sure love will find you out
With love
Love will find you out
Be sure love will find you out
With love
Love will find you out
Be sure love will find you out
With love
Love will find you out
Be sure love will find you out
With love
Love will find you out
Be sure love will find you out
With love
Love will find you out
Be sure love will find you out
With love
4.Neat Little Rows
My high priestess folded neatly
Back in your box, oh Lord
Called the song he sang so sweetly
Back in your box, oh Lord
Found myself astride a tiger
Lifting my head just like you said
Drown me now in down of eider
Get me to bed, oh Lord
Lay my bones in cobblestones
Lay my bones in neat little rows
Lay my bones in cobblestones
Lay my bones in neat little rows
Angels and idols spiraling wild
Winding your necks, oh Lord
Landed gentry ride up behind me
Winding your necks, oh Lord
Smokey progress, backroom sages
Let me back in, pull back the pin
'Cause now I follow sawn up pages
Can't read the text, oh no
Lay my bones in cobblestones
Lay my bones in neat little rows
Lay my bones in cobblestones
Lay my bones in neat little rows
In the house where they grew up
There were secrets and the saints
that the eyes that ...
Would give anything to the ...
Would picture the counting your fingers
Waiting for the focus of your eyes
Oh no don't play fingers
Fingers are for pointing at the sky
Oh no don't play fingers
Fingers are for pointing at the sky
Yah, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Yah, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Yah, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Lay my bones in cobblestones
Yah, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Yah, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Yah, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Lay my bones in neat little rows
Yah, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Yah, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Yah, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Lay my bones in cobblestones
Yah, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Yah, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Yah, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Lay my bones in neat little rows
5.Jesus Is A Rochdale Girl
I have a drop-leaf window
With cats and broken yards
Sunflowers and paint cans
And stolen shopping carts
And nothing to be proud of
And nothing to regret
All of that to make as yet
All of that to make as yet
I have a single heartbreak
I celebrate and mourn
A single shining sister
And all the tricks of dawn
A single yellow duvet
A single switch to flick
But a thousand boxes yet to tick
A thousand boxes yet to tick
And Jesus is a Rochdale girl
And forty-five CDs
Got a house that you can smoke in
So all my friends found me
And they found me full of myself
And bloody-minded will
And as yet a box to fill
And as yet a box to fill
6.The Night Will Always Win
I throw this to the wind
But what if I was right
Well, did you trust your noble dreams
And gentle expectations to the mercy of the night？
The night will always win
The night has darkness on its side
I'll throw this to the wind
I miss your stupid face
I miss your bad advice
I tried to clothe your bones with scratches
Super 8s, exaggerated stories and old tunes
But never by the moon
But not the state I'm in
The night will always win
I throw this to the wind
But what if i was right
Well, did you trust your noble dreams
And gentle expectations to the mercy of the night
The night will always win
The night has darkness on its side
I've thrown this to the wind
I miss your stupid face
I miss your bad advice
I tried to clothe your bones with scratches
Super 8s, exaggerated stories and old tunes
But never by the moon
But never the state that I'm in
The night will always win
7.High Ideals
There's a ladder tear in my high ideals
Like I took a chair on the battlefield
And any noble friend that was burning in my chest
Is acid in my belly at the very best
There's a bayonnette in my family things
It was made in the USA to defend the King
With all the sinew, the thirst
And all the bones it splintered are dust
It's passed from hand to hand with the wedding rings
Oh, settle down little heart of mine
Oh, settle down, you do double time
You're so far away but she's right here by your side
Oh, settle down little heart of mine
8.The River
I walked with the river in kind of a dream
Hand in hand, the all-knowing river and me
To the clammer of rushes
and deeply barren trees
A drunk making blossom, the blush to be seen
I told him my sorrows and broken-down dreams
Confessed every lie, replayed every scene
He openly wept as he listened to me
And then, with the sun in the west,
he showed me the sea
9.Open Arms
You're a law unto yourself
And we don't suffer dreamers
But neither should you walk the earth alone
So with finger rolls and folding chairs
And a volley of streamers
We can be there for tweaks and repairs
Should you come back home
We got open arms for broken hearts
Like yours my boy, come home again
Tables are for pounding here
And when we've got you surrounded
The man you are will know the boy you were
And you're not the man who fell to earth
You're the man of La Mancha
And we've love enough to light the street
'Cause everybody's here
We got open arms for broken hearts
Like yours my boy, come home again
We got open arms for broken hearts
Like yours my boy, come home again
Everyone's here
Everyone's here
The moon is out looking for trouble
And everyone's here
Everyone's here
Everyone's here
The moon wants a scrap or a cuddle
And everyone's here
We got open arms for broken hearts
Like yours my boy, come home again
We got open arms for broken hearts
Like yours my boy, come home again
Everyone's here
Everyone's here
Everyone's here
Come home again
The moon is out looking for trouble
The moon wants a scrap or a cuddle
The moon is face down in a puddle
And everyone's here
10.The Birds (Reprise)
The birds are the keepers of our secret
As they saw us where we lay
In the deepest grass of springtime
In a reckless guilty haze
Did they sing a million blessings
As they watched us slowly part？
Do they keep those final kisses
In their tiny racing hearts
11.Dear Friends
Dear friends
You are angels and drunks
You are magi
Old friends
You stuck a pin in a map I was in
And this is a note for a road sign
Cuttin' the breeze in this Tennesee sundown
Came the sounds of the voices I know
I've been pondering trees
On the steeliest come down
And now a moment I'm home
I've got bluster enough
For the sails of a clipper
And the truth never frays a good yarn
But it struck me to say while so far away
You are with me today
You are here are in my head, in my heart
Dear friends
You are angels and drunks
You are magi
Old friends
You stuck a pin in a map I was in
And you are the stars I navigate home by
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