I’ve had quite a few requests for the chords to my track ‘These Days‘ over the years – I thought I’d replied to them all but i just found one from 5 years ago which I missed – sorry Joe Luke Walsh! Continue reading “Downloadable pdf of chords and lyrics for ‘These Days’”
They’re building a pyramid in London Bridge
With a hotel, offices, and residential quarters
I saw the plans the other day, as I was walking by.
I bought a sandwich in a box
from a posh shop somewhere near the station concourse
you wouldn’t get that in King’s Cross
It came with a plastic knife and fork wrapped in bags to keep them clean.
I mean how much packaging do you really need?
Then I stumble down the street fighting back the paper army
and I have no desire to buy a cheap flight, designer clothes, or a mobile phone
I don’t take the tube no more
I like to be able to see where I am going
I prefer to ride up to of the big red buses
and maybe catch a glimpse of the horizon from time to time
They’re building a pyramid in London Bridge
It should be visable from where I live in Dalston.
I saw the plans the other day, as I was walking by.
Down by the sea and the sky, we walked and talked
Until the last light bid goodbye. My coat kept me
Warm but I missed my favourite hat which I lost last year.
You balled up both of your hands to keep them warm, we
Turned and walked back on the sand. The wind roaring
Loud in our ears, we made our way back to the harbour lights.
It seems with our coming of age, so much has changed but
So much it still stays the same and will we be
Having the same conversations again this time next year?
The same questions dwell on our minds – how hard should
Seek before you shall find? Perhaps that is
Missing the point but something has got to give.
Or perhaps time will find us here again.
Tell me do you see me as you close your eyes at night;
Painted on your eyelids as you’re turning out the light?
Your voice spins in my mind – it’s been wearing through the grooves.
We’ve been intimately distant and I still don’t get the rules.
I want you, girl
Last week I wrote a letter now I’m rereading it through.
I wasted all those fancy words – I just meant “I love you”.
So forgive my confusion, dear, won’t you understand,
That sometimes knowing what to say slips right out of my hands.
I’ve never met a mind so fancy free as yours before,
I was busy at the books, while you were danced by the door.
And somewhere in the middle there is love and common ground,
So I sweep away the leaves and we can keep dancing about.
I lie here playing out the scene a hundred million times,
What you will be wearing and the beauty in your eyes.
There’s no time like the present so I’m reaching for the phone
But you’ve never cared for mornings and there’s places I should go
The horses left with elvis and they rode into the sun,
Two dots on the horizon, strained my eyes and they were gone.
It’s been a torrid day, I’ve been waiting for your call
Sometimes I more than wonder if you care for me at all,
As I walk on Church Street the last light fades away
It’s getting darker early now and winters on the way.
Something’s gotten missing, the puzzle is upside down.
The Guinness didn’t clear my head it just brought on the clouds.
The moon it whispered in my ear and kept me from my dreams.
The silhouettes around my room are never what they seem.
‘You and me’ or ‘me and you’ said either way around,
Would surely make such sense in this cold unforgiving town.
I love you, girl.
Winter sun on two cold feet.
First light of the day finds me here.
Leaves are falling from the trees.
Make my way down Amhurst Road
With my routine.
I have been a fool over you.
I have been a fool over you
My oh my, my oh my
The wise man built his house on the solid rock.
Easier said than done, easier said than done.
When it comes watch out, don’t lose your feet.
Easier said than done, easier said than done.
I have been a fool over you.
I have been a fool over you
My oh my, my oh my
I wonder how you are, I wonder how you’ve been.
Is it working out how you hoped it would?
I have been a fool over you.
I have been a fool over you
My oh my, my oh my
Why do I stand here getting burnt
By the embers of this dying dream,
When all around day it is breaking
And the fire didn’t help me to sleep.
Maybe it’s time for our swan song
Or a pheonix to rise from the deep,
Maybe it’s time that your skin and it’s charms
Are consigned to the pocket full of memories I keep.
Memories which come out on a rainy day
And remind me that I have lived;
I worked pretty hard to arrive at this day
And still feel I have love to give.
I could toss one more branch to the fire –
My skin it still craves for the heat
But I heard someone sing that a moth never knows
That the bright burning candle won’t make it complete
And will the angels be watching
If I head one time to the flames?
Up late at night, cloaked by the stars,
Chasing the flickering silhouette of your frame.
Today I washed both my eyelids
And talked with the mice and the moon.
Tonight we’re entwined together in my mind –
I wonder do you think of me too?
Maybe it’s time for a swan song
Or a pheonix to rise from the deep,
Perhaps with a smile I could bid you farewell
Then we’ll head different ways down the street.
