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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 Atlantic City Ed Harcourt a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty And meet me tonight in Atlantic City Well I got a job and tried to put my money away But I got debts 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 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 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 Shanghai Ed Harcourt Let's 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 Sugarbomb Ed Harcourt with his head in a crash Baby you taste like a sugarbomb Explode on my tongue and you struck me dumb I've got a feeling we could get along Because the title that you had was much too strong His fit of When Americans Come To London Ed Harcourt crowd Flowing to airports not thinking aloud When Americans come to London they don't understand our jokes They're loud but always pleasant and ride the tourist boats They buy too much shortbread and put 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 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 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 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 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 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 Whistle Of A Distant Train Ed Harcourt 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 day Life speeded up since you Lately I've Been Feeling Rather Strange Ed Harcourt "You’ve created a mob, But you must bear one thought. The mob has no rules. The mobhas no rules. Outstanding citizen shows off his mob. But is in fear of ridicule, when surrounded by fools. Fireflies Take Flight Ed Harcourt 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 shake And make the sound that... ...Wakes me 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 Open Book Ed Harcourt us But I didn't make a fuss Well, my life keeps on spinnin' It's this drunken procession I can't learn my lessons These plates that I'm spinnin' Soon they'll smash on the ground Make a loud crashing sound 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 God Protect Your Soul Ed Harcourt you see My heartache, is my mistake you see Well I am conscious of the way that I act But I won't betray you, you can be sure of that I'm not a pet who does tricks at the drop of a hat I wish I was fiction 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 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 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 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 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 Loneliness Ed Harcourt I do without 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 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