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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 The Trapdoor Ed Harcourt On a summer night I took a walk Out in the fields where the grass snakes hide Six years old, tall as a chair Found the trapdoor hidden from sight Fell into the blackness, seemed like hours I hit the ground 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 Ghostwriter Ed Harcourt Hey - they're the voices in my head Hey - put your money where your head lays Hey - never sleep in your bed Hey - organise random chaos Hey - sinking deep in the sand Hey - link your arm to span 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 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 Loneliness Ed Harcourt Stays around, won't let you be (loneliness) Corners me in dead-end streets (loneliness) To bring unwanted memories (loneliness) That find their way into my blood stream (loneliness) Loneliness Loneliness 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 Shadowboxing Ed Harcourt her name across the sand But it disappears like King Canute The tide didn't like his attitude Always shadowboxing Face up and throw your gloves in Lose your imaginary friends Always good for nothing She Hanging With The Wrong Crowd Ed Harcourt you're hanging With the wrong crowd You're hanging, and you're hanging, and you're hanging With the wrong crowd Dad owns a bank and is known by the name of Hank, And your Mum hates your pranks and she 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 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 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 ????? 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 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 Apple Of My Eye Ed Harcourt 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 beg like a dog I've reached a low, don't you know You're the apple of 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 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 Lately I've Been Feeling Rather Strange Ed Harcourt Lately, a sixth sense of deja vu Haunts my mind, and haunts yours too. Question marks hang around, after each word. The sweat of my back, is stuck to my shirt. 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 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 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 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