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Your Poet Bleeding
04:57
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I'm the devil in your diary
The stranger in your bed
That slow and steady climax
In the fiction that you've read
Where your mother was a dancer
Your daddy left you dead
But tonight
Have a cigarette for mercy
A shot of absolution
Put your hands against the wall
For the midnight execution
Where the bullet penetrates the skin
They tell me that's where love begins tonight
For your poet bleeding
I don't know much, I know something
Mountains crumble, baby, empires fall
I lost your touch, I know one thing
I'll take tonight over nothing at all
We're waiting for the footsteps
On this floor of broken glass
We've bloodied every hallway
Where the angels used to pass
When the morning slips out of the night
Its naked truth and its ugly light revealed
For your poet bleeding
I don't know much, I know something
Mountains crumble, baby, empires fall
I lost your touch, I know one thing
I'll take tonight over nothing at all
I'm the devil in your diary
The stranger in your bed
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2. |
Walls Are Pages
05:07
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There's an old wood church on the water down here
Where the headstones date two hundred years
A steepled tower with a broken bell
Where some village punk wrote "Go to hell"
(Every sunday at high noon you can hear somebody laughing)
A long black car out back by a pile of tires
It's a chicken coup now with bailing wires
Tagged in red upon that hearse
"God is dead and the chicken came first"
Whoa walls are pages
Whoa for the prophet of the ages
Whoa walls are pages
Whoa for the prophet of the ages
(Let me tell you something)
The master only works at night
You gotta do a little wrong to make things right
The red brick school was a jesuit station
Where they took all the kids from the reservation
Broke their souls in the name of Christ
Now a painting on the wall of an eagle in flight
(Sometimes a picture's worth a thousand souls)
A cenotaph by the government dock
With the names of the heroes carved in rock
A rusty tug stuck on the shore
Where the village punk wrote "Kill war"
Whoa walls are pages
Whoa for the prophet of the ages
Whoa walls are pages
Whoa for the prophet of the ages
The master only works at night
You gotta do a little wrong to make things right
There's an old wood church on the water down here
The headstones date two hundred years
A steepled tower with a broken bell
Where the village punk wrote "Go to hell"
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I've fallen at your window, another artist in defeat
And I've canvassed every corner, for the colours that you keep
Da Vinci for your eyes, Vincent for your skies
I've fallen, I've fallen
Your symphony of silence is music to my mind
It's poetry and science perfectly combined
I'll step into the light, it's hard to paint the night
I'm calling, I'm calling
You're endless, you're always a beauty to behold
You're The Siren in the Sunset, my piece that never sold
You're the rough around the edges of the perfect centrefold
The latest greatest story never told
Step into the light
Step into the light
Step into the light
Step into the light
Remember Barcelona
It came down to the ring
I played your perfect Matador
You saw red in everything
Bloodied by the fight we bled to black and white
And crawling, we were crawling
You're endless, you're always a beauty to behold
You're The Siren in the Sunset, my piece that never sold
You're the rough around the edges of the perfect centrefold
The latest greatest story never told
Step into the light
Step into the light
Step into the light
Step into the light
I've fallen at your window
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4. |
Us Wild Dogs
03:47
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You've got this feeling in your bones
I'm not your only one and only
I've spread myself so thin
I'm cellophane wrapped in sin
You could sacrifice your soul
Satisfy your base desires
I'd rather walk with truth alone
Than prostitute my home
But for us wild dogs
Home is all we've ever carried
We'll scratch and claw
Lick and paw
That home until our soul is buried
Then like the moon
That gets chased away by dawn
We feel the heat, see the light of day
Then we're gone
I put a call into your soul
But you left my ears just ringing
You hide those eyes of coal
Behind your choirs of angels singing
I've scaled ladders to the saints
Slid snakes down to the sinners
We've played this game before
I'm getting tired of playing with beginners
For us wild dogs
Home is all we've ever carried
We'll scratch and claw
Lick and paw
That home until our soul is buried
Then like the moon
That gets chased away by dawn
We feel the heat, see the light of day
Then we're gone
Open roads; no fences
Or ropes around my neck to suffocate my senses
This running wild it's made me wilder
I don't need you, but I love you
Now I'm lying at your feet
Begging for affection
The hidden heart you keep
Beats on without detection
But I'm tired of lying down, playing dead rolling over
Tonight I'll turn my tail, hit the trail
Go play the rover
For us wild dogs
Baby home is all we've ever carried
We'll scratch and claw
Lick and paw
That home until our soul is buried
Like the moon that gets chased away by dawn
We feel the heat see the light of day
Then we're gone
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High on life, that's how I knew you
Always looking right through you
Before we took the fall
On chemicals and alcohol
Skin and bone, that's how I found you
With the devils around you
Crawling through your hall
With chemicals and alcohol
Oh back when we shared the pain
Alone on our concrete bed
Dancing with all the dead
Alive in the shadows
Oh back when we held the flame
To light the midnight sun
We lit it for everyone
Alive in the shadows
Sirens wail, singing to save us
We took what they gave us
Free with St. Vincent de Paul
Of chemicals and alcohol
Soldier on leave your shadows behind you
Let them remind you
Of our famous wall
Of chemicals and alcohol
Oh back when we shared the pain
Alone on our concrete bed
Dancing with all the dead
Alive in the shadows
Oh back when we held the flame
To light the midnight sun
We lit it for everyone
Alive in the shadows
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Hey I'm still here
Not going anywhere
I'm still the girl you knew
They knocked you down but I got your back
You're my sweet surprise my cracker jack
Buried deep from the winds of time
Finders keepers mine all mine
Diamond queen of the fifty-two
I never had much but I always had you
You're innocent it's in your eyes
You're the silent truth in the house of lies
The scales are weighed the verdicts in
It's a body of proof that's built to win
The black and the white to the red and blue
I never had much but I always had you
You're speaking in tongues when your body talks
I don't understand you but I love the way you move
The girl you know is the girl you knew
The girl you know is the girl you knew
The girl you know is the girl you knew
The girl you know is the girl you knew
I'm standing tall, I'm here for you
Miss America
It's Babylon inside these walls
Where the spirit's high and the fences fall
Holding that flame of liberty
It's a title fight for ecstasy
A few more rounds before we're through
I never had much but I always had you
Miss America
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7. |
Two Planks and a Passion
04:14
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I saw the artist
I met the actress
It was magic, electric
I played the walk on
To the young ingénue
I read as man number two
To be
Close to you
My mouth was frozen
I lost projection
The wall was broken
The world was watching
I begged for mercy
One simple cue
I took this part of the fool
To be
Close to you
Lights fade
They dim the coloured halls of fashion
Lights fade
I'll carry out this charade
With my two planks and this passion
They'll be congressmen and concubines sharing the same ride
They'll be lined up through Manhattan to the Upper West Side
You'll be holding down Ophelia with roses at your feet
You're going to turn this storied avenue into your own little street
But you've got to pay the freight so you paint your pretty face
For the lunatics and the politics it's Julliard around this place
Pour me another one baby and let me enjoy the view
I'm only playing good time Charlie
To be
Close to you
Lights fade
Lights fade
I'll carry out this charade
With my two planks and this passion
I saw the artist
I met the actress
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8. |
Take Me Home
03:04
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Take me home
To your faith that lies in tatters
Where your holy nothing matters
Save the touch of truth
Let me roam
Through your fields of inspiration
No service no station
You and I alone
All you should know
Is I love you and I want to go
I’m cold, we’re alone
Take me home
Take me home
To your never-ending chorus
Where the words are written for us
They’re singing yeah yeah yeah
Let me go
On one final tour of duty
To your never-ending beauty
Before the credits roll
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9. |
Banksy Was Here
01:48
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Banksy was here
Oh I wanna leave
I wanna leave
I wanna leave this town
Hey yeah
Hey yeah
I wanna leave
I wanna leave
I wanna leave
I wanna leave this town
Yeah
I wanna leave this town
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Jay Aymar Toronto, Ontario
Canadian singer-songwriter Jay Aymar delivers poetic lyrics through his conversational singing style.
His songs cover themes central to everyday life, love and the human condition, and are influenced by classic literary themes.
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