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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 T Bone Tombstone Ed Harcourt Is it wrong to sing a sad sad song To tell a story that is much too long 'Bout a man who made his way back home And found his name on an old tombstone Nobody knew who he was Why he came and for what cause The Storm Is Coming Ed Harcourt careless Never strayed much from the path Now I find myself in trouble Never knowing when to laugh And as my eyes sink into my skull I am wired to the max Gonna pull myself together You can see I'm coming back 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 Undertaker Strut Ed Harcourt 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 they look eye to eye Stay in your home 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 Little Silver Bullet Ed Harcourt And now I think I want to give it back And I can't get to sleep can't hit the sack I don't need this full moon trying to drag me down Cos I'm possessed by something underground Oh Mr Mephistopheles Sleepyhead Ed Harcourt I'm a sleepyhead I'm always tired I'm a sleepyhead with no desire To face the same old day Go to the same old place And yawn there and back again And the night is cold, my favourite time And the day is Birds Fly Backwards Ed Harcourt world is upside down And birds fly backwards Cats, dogs, fall first upon the ground And birds fly backwards Packed bags in the hallway Where we used to play all day We're hitting the road that Leads us back The Trapdoor Ed Harcourt the blackness, seemed like hours I hit the ground on a sea of skulls There was no treasure, just stolen souls Taken years ago, down this endless hole Man must kill to live or quench his thirst Let's go back He's Building A Swamp Ed Harcourt his mind So watch me crawl Break down the door I'll nail you to the wooden floor I hear the violence that dwells in me My heart is heavy but it never bleeds Jumped down the hole and he's never coming back 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 relief Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade and the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth Well now everything dies baby that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back 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 Good Friends Are Hard To Find Ed Harcourt 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 arms for you Cynical romantics want their money back 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 Let Love Not Weigh Me Down Ed Harcourt beauty blind my vision So shed all the tears that you want Run from the places you haunt If you think you`re lost Or just double-crossed Don`t try to make sense of it all Let the music and words take you back 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 Bleed A River Deep Ed Harcourt first born But I never know why I see my body float like leaves Every day I want to breathe Rap my knuckles till they bleed A river deep If I had sharp claws I'd get on all fours And scratch your back Wind Through The Trees Ed Harcourt gone I will walk through the long, long grass and say your name Shot through the chest and head She killed everyone stone dead And the wind blew once more through the trees Now she's coming straight back 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 Lately I've Been Feeling Rather Strange Ed Harcourt The sweat of my back, is stuck to my shirt. Drama and intrigue, are boring me so. I just want a simple Life, live it so. Lately, I’ve been feeling rather strange. This One's For You Ed Harcourt I 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 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 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 She Fell Into My Arms Ed Harcourt Apple Of My Eye Ed Harcourt You Put A Spell On Me Ed Harcourt 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 Fireflies Take Flight Ed Harcourt