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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 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 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 Paid To Get Drunk Ed Harcourt At the bottom of an empty glass See myself going nowhere fast And the barman tells me it's 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 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 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 Shanghai Ed Harcourt move away together, go interplanetary Maybe in Chinese weather, where it's sanitary I'll go out trawler fishing, yeah we'll have tuna steak I'm on a special mission, for us to have a break We'll climb the 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 Fireflies Take Flight Ed Harcourt Fireflies Take Flight Oh beware of bleeding lung And bugs that eat their young The demons in your head The wolves under your bed The bones of dinosaurs Hidden below the floors They rattle and they 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 Strangers Ed Harcourt Deliciously I drink up all your 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 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 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 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 Ghostwriter Ed Harcourt Ghost Writer Hey - what's that sound in the bathroom? Until Tomorrow Then Ed Harcourt If the world did end Would you be my apocalyptic friend? Until tomorrow then If the skies did fall Would you pick up my last call? 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 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 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 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