Author: Robin Grey

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women

Women on my women mind all the women time
Women fucking women hell
Think about women something else
Like the women work I need to women do.

Or my women family or need my women support right women now
Or the women dirt that’s gathering women up there on the shelf.
But it’s not that women simple women no.

Money on my money mind all the money time
money fucking money hell
Think about money something else
Like the money work I need to money do.

Or my money family or need my money support right money now
Or the money dirt that’s gathering money up there on the shelf.
But it’s not that money simple money no.

And it’s money women, women, money,
money, money, women, women, women on my mind!

And it’s money women, women, money,
money, money, women, women, women all the time!

And it’s money women, women, money,
money, money, women, women, women on my mind!

I can’t get money women women money out of my head!

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the finchley waltz

I daydreamed for hours in the traffic jam
As the good guys and the bad guys stopped play.
On the radio politicians dutifully opine
Which liberties they’re taking away.

“Please sir, have you seen me innocence?
It was hanging up there on my door.
And sure it was looking quite tattered
But I had things I was keeping it for.”

Guess I’ve seen too many movies
I believe in love at first sight.
My heart just slammed into a beautiful brick wall
She’s keeping me up late at night.

Maybe I spent too much time dreaming
When I could have been joining in.
Pulling the hair of the pig-tailed girl
Was wrong but it wasn’t a sin.

I got lost on the way out of London
Listening to Leonard Cohen’s words.
Diverted by police chasing angry young men,
Who’ll die just so they get heard.

There’s something about this fine city
That will always bring a tear to my eye.
I guess I left most of my innocence here,
I can’t say I remember why.

I need to go buy me some new clothes;
The famous blue raincoats worn through.
A last thought as I finally hit open road,
London fades in the rear-view.

This song it’s just for you and I,
And any other dreamers around
Who know how it feels to be back on the road
Without knowing quite where they’re bound.

Although I’ve seen too many movies,
I know now that you’re not the one.
‘Cos something you said just got stuck in my head
For a moment and then it was gone.

The night was a womb to my headlights;
The horizon a mirror to me soul.
I sing to the silence and the darkness around
‘Till I finally made my way home.

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every waking hour

So here is confusion now;
I didn’t mean to invite him here
And now he just won’t leave.

But we’ve been here time before
And once again we will do battle in
The corners of my mind

And every waking hour I think of you.

Wave the flag, I will hear him out
‘Cos he’s got a lot to say
And I know that I ought to listen more.

And it’s been a week of weeks
‘Cos I have been patching up my heart again
With these autumn leaves

And every waking hour I think of you.

The wind dances round outside,
The leaves do an autumn waltz
And winter is now snapping at our heels.

My heart it is blown about –
I cannot find a place to keep it safe from harm

And every waking hour I think of you

So here is confusion now;
I didn’t mean to invite him here
But as a friend he leaves.

And with him may go some dreams,
Something’s I may never say,
And some feelings that I may not feel again,

But every waking hour I think of you.

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somewhere

I keep on breathing and the seasons they turn.
The light bid me farewell, linging last on a girl.
So make me a list of the things that you need –
A lifetime of memories captured in stereo.

Somehow, somewhere, somehow, somewhere

Now we reflect on the things that we’ve been
And I dot the i’s and hope you will cross all the t’s.
Sharing our stories and daring to dream.
If fortune favours the fire that burns inside (then)

Somehow, somewhere, somehow, somewhere

I’ve been too tongue tide to say how I tried to be.
No time now, perhaps this is just a dream.
If I cry these tears will be so hard
fought that it could mean that maybe i’d go

Somewhere, somehow, somewhere, somehow…

If there’s no finish line what’s with the speed?
The joker he took all the first borns and taught them to ski.

Somewhere, somehow

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your man

A lone silhouette reached for the sky
in the first light of a cold winter’s day
and Tuesday crept up silently to my bed.

I woke up in a pool of my thoughts,
my dreams had been spilt on the floor and
I lie here not knowing which way to turn

And all that I wanted to be was your man
Don’t know how I let this get so out of hand
Think I might go back to bed until the phone rings

The lone silhouette left with the sun
and clouds they rolled in on my day.
And the silence between every step that I take lingers on.

Today was my birthday, my friends they have called.
I’ve got cake coming out of my ears.
But it would have been good to hear your voice as well

‘Cos all that I wanted to be was your man
Don’t know how I let this get so out of hand
Think I might go back to bed until the phone rings

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the last time i saw david

The last time I saw David was a cold autumn night,
and he was looking older than his years.
Told me I should visit come and see his home and wife
I don’t think we have spoken since that day.

When I was much younger he was standing by my side.
A crucifix hung round his neck and fire in his eyes.
Told me about Jesus Christ and ways to live my life
so that I’d be freed from my sin.

I don’t care for ministry, no I’m not taking sides.
I don’t recite the good book, I read between the lines.
I don’t long for heaven cos I don’t believe in hell
and I don’t think that I need to be saved.

I sat down with the bible and I read it line by line
I couldn’t find anything to help me ease my mind.
Then the local vicar ran off with my neighbours wife
leaving both his kids back at home.

Well it keeps some happy and it helps some others sleep
if they think that Jesus watches over when they dream
but I don’t ever plan to get down on my bended knee
and bow my head before his altar.

Chorus

And in some quiet moments I remember being fourteen.
Late nights with the vicar drinking beer instead of tea…
I’m not sure that god had much to do with him or me.
I wonder how he’s doing nowadays.

Chorus

The last time I saw David was a cold autumn night
and he still wanted to tell me about his Jesus Christ.
But nowadays I’m not so plagued by my sin and strife
so I just smiled then I walked away.