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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 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 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 When Americans Come To London Ed Harcourt When Americans come to London wearing their clean white shoes The men wear baseball caps and the women they look confused Whenever I travel I try to blend in the crowd Flowing to airports not thinking 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 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 Strangers Ed Harcourt tears On a piano out of tune I sit and persevere Deliriously I eat up all your words And jumble them around Til they become absurd Remember how it was They said it wouldn't last You proved them wrong 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 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 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 ????? Wind Through The Trees Ed Harcourt Oh my deserted one You must put down your father's gun When the sundial reaches midday Shut your eyes and then look away Something's wrong, they're all gone I will walk through the long, long grass and 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 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 Ghostwriter Ed Harcourt Ghost Writer Hey - what's that sound in the bathroom? 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 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 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 Watching The Sun Come Up Ed Harcourt Watching The Sun Come Up by Ed Harcourt You know it feels nice, watching the sun come up and I`ve realized I can never return Oh babe it feels good, watching the sun come up I can attack the day Wrong Crowd Tom Odell around With the wrong crowd I can't help it I don't know how I guess I'll always be hanging around With the wrong crowd And my brother is standing behind me As I'm slowly going out my head He says You Attaboy Go Spin A Yarn Ed Harcourt Attaboy, go spin a yarn about the good old days Catching fish laughing aloud out on Compton Bay I'm not one for nostalgia, don't really like the past I'm just a happy man with a ship and a sail and a mast 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 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 Let Love Not Weigh Me Down Ed Harcourt I can`t forget Let love not cause you pain So let your beaut blid my vision Let it move me `til I die And the seeds of despair won`t be fruits that I bear Let the beauty blind my vision So shed all the 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 Kids (Rise From The Ashes) Ed Harcourt Kids you're our only hope Save us now we need an antidote Kids get out on the street Through this smoke rise through the city heat You loved me like a friend But now I can't pretend The time we used to Whistle Of A Distant Train Ed Harcourt Scream through the silence and over the hills 10 thousand years have gone by Passing the islands and broken down mills The train silhouettes through the skyline Mere emotion, see the ocean Just for one 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 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 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