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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 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 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 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 Weary & Bleary Eyed Ed Harcourt hear birds calling my name What I would give to send them away Cos I'm still awake and weary and bleary eyed I switched on my bedside light Took out my shotgun instead Fired twenty rounds of pure lead The 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 From Every Sphere Ed Harcourt far away And make me lose control For now I need to pray Think of forgotten souls Disappear from every sphere Watch them high Then slowly die Then slowly die If you shut your eyes You'll float through 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 Something To Live For Ed Harcourt She's moving like a forest fire Leaving no part unscathed Too young to be as jaded as I am But old enough to feel the strain I hope that I can hold on to The beauty that I'll never match The never-ending 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 Ghostwriter Ed Harcourt Ghost Writer Hey - what's that sound in the bathroom? 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 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