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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