Альбом Johnny Flynn And The Sussex Wit

Rob lived in a box by the rails
Only thing you use, you don't fail
When you live in a box by the rails
Don't comb your hair, don't comb your tail

Sweep my mess away
Leave my body, leave my bones
Leave me whole and leave my soul
Leave me nothing I don't need at all
Nothing I don't need at all

He ate from the bins, in the park
Stayed out with the rats after dark
Never left a trail, never made his mark
When he ate with the rats after dark

Sweep my mess away
Leave my body, leave my bones
Leave me whole and leave my soul
Leave me nothing I don't need at all
Nothing I don't need at all

Calling on his friends, never made him sad
Didn't want the things he never had
It only made them feel so sad
For having the things he never had

Sweep my mess away
Leave my body, leave my bones
Leave me whole and leave my soul
Leave me nothing I don't need at all
Nothing I don't need at all

If you stay in that box overnight
And don't get out 'til it gets light
There's not much lost of the secret life
That's never done wrong and it's never done right
Now some more flowers grow
The corn gets eaten by a few more crows
And an old man's box is full of bones
Won't see his footprints in the snow

Sweep my mess away
Leave my body, leave my bones
Leave me whole and leave my soul
Leave me nothing I don't need at all
Nothing I don't need at all

Sweep my mess away
Leave my body, leave my bones
Leave me whole and leave my soul
Leave me nothing I don't need at all
Nothing I don't need at all

They're taking pictures of the man from God
I hope his cassock's clean
The burden of being our holy fellas
Your halo'd better gleam, better gleam

What of all those wayward priests?
The ones who like to drink
Do you suppose they'd swap their blood for wine?
Like you swapped yours for ink, for ink

You wrote me oh so many letters
And all of them seemed true
Promises look good on paper
Especially from you, from you

The weight of all those willing words
I carried all alone
You wouldn't put your pen to bed
When we hadn't found our own, our own

Your sentences rose high at night
And circled round my head
The circle's since been broken
Like the priest before me is breaking bread

I'm being asked to drink the blood of Christ
And soon I'll eat his flesh
I'm alone again before the altar
Shedding all my old regrets

The last of which I'll tell you now
As it flies down the sink
I never knew a part of you
You didn't set in ink, in ink

The letters that you left behind
No longer shall I read
Your blood's between the pages
And I can't stand to see you bleed

And I'll soon forget what was never there
Your words are ash and dust
All that's left is the song I've sung
The breath I've taken and the one I must

If you're born with a love for the wrote and the writ
People of letters your warning stands clear
Pay heed to your heart and not to your wit
Don't say in a letter what you can't in my ear

Tickle me pink
I'm rosy as a flushed red apple skin
'Cept I've never been as sweet
I've rolled around the orchard
and found myself too awkward
and tickle me green I'm too naive

Pray for the people inside your head
For they won't be there when you're dead
Muffled out and pushed back down
Pushed back through the leafy ground

Time is too early
my hair isn't curly
I wish I was home and tucked away
When nothing goes right
And the future's dark as night
What you need is a sunny sunny day

Pray for the people inside your head
For they won't be there when you're dead
Muffled out and pushed back down
Pushed back through the leafy ground

Don't know where I can buy myself a brand new pair of ears
Don't know where I can buy a heart
The one I've got is shoddy
I need a brand new body
And well then I can have a brand new start

Pray for the people inside your head
For they won't be there when you're dead
Muffled out and pushed back down
Pushed back through the leafy ground

Monsters in the valley
And shootings in the alley
And people fall flat at every turn
There is no straight and narrow
Offload your wheelbarrow
And pick up your sticks and twigs to burn

Pray for the people inside your head
For they won't be there when you're dead
Muffled out and pushed back down
Pushed back through the leafy ground

Pray for the people inside your head
For they won't be there when you're dead
(repeat)

Time rolls the back wheels of my mind
You helped me put the brakes on 'cause you're kind
I wonder where you learned to be so good
I wonder if I'm doing the best I could

I could be somewhere else
I should be someone else but
You wouldn't know me if I was
You'd say I was a stranger just because
You'd say I wasn't weak enough for you
You'd say I wasn't weak enough for you

I could be somewhere else
I should be someone else but
You shouldn't tell me what to do
I'll only take the brakes off if you do
And roll around like marbles on the floor
Please pick me up and roll me out the door

I could be somewhere else
I should be someone else but

I guess I'm happy as I am
Sometimes I find it hard to be a man
It easier just to play the same old game
Of trying to forget my bloody name

I could be somewhere else
I should be someone else but
How are you? I'm Mr,
I know what I'm called
It's just you got me
You've got me
You've got me stalled

There's a man at hand
There's a way between
With the sinking sand
And a crooked dream
And collared off at the modern age of nine
Summoned up for walking down the line

They lost eyes in old city streets
Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek

Filled his boots
And he tipped his cap
And a root-de-toot
With the boss and that
And told a girl of the summer by the sea
Said to her would you like to go with me

Wind is turned
And a conker drops
And the signals changes
And the hard to soft
In with changes, always out with time
Nothing left but walking down the line

They lost eyes in old city streets
Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek

Drag your loose nest through the den
And I come out less with sporting wear
Mould to fit than you'd be feeling now
She is "when" and he is always "how"

Then her sweetness and his sweeter scented
And her fury's swimming til the fury's mended
And lost in all might be to lost in time
What join the dots might be to walk the line

They lost eyes in old city streets
Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek
They lost eyes in old city streets
Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek
They lost eyes in old city streets
Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek

Shore to shore, got some land between
Island life is living from a cup of broken queens
Hit the jackpot rolling through a pipe dream in a knot
And I'm missing what was pissing up the wall that I forgot
I forgot, I forgot

I am the masked rider, give me some grace
You've never seen me and you don't know my face
She was no ???, it was cold, it was blue
And it only happened despite me or you
Me or you, me or you

Smoking paper to the crimson flashing bars
Drinking cocktail wine or cottage cream and passing strangers' cars
Live in one-room housing, with a roof to meet the sky
Spelling Jesus won't you please us 'cause you seem a damn nice guy
Damn nice guy, damn nice guy

We listened to passengers stamping old songs
And we lose, what's to lose, when you haven't done wrong
Drums too slow for a funeral beat
No strumming of strings and no stamping of feet
Of feet, of feet

It's awfully considerate of you to think of me
And it's not so hard to see you smoking fags and drinking tea
It's the crummy lost at seasick with a floating on the waves
To join the other flotsam with the ripped up queens and knaves
Queens and knaves, queens and knaves

There lies a lady, she's gone and she's gone
She'll be a fine lady before too long
But I hit her head and she finished her walking
She shouldn't be dead, she was too busy talking
Busy talking, busy talking

They can fill a cup or two and still disturb the peace
It's never made it all the way from shore to shore, from west to east
I read that independence was a lightness in your step
You walked away, I felt so heavy at the start of every day
Every day, every day

I've been waiting an hour and the bus hasn't come
I've been cursing my god for the lack of the sun
I've been ruined by destiny, lowered by fate
And the upshot of this is I'm going to be late
To be late, to be late

Well I'm sure you're near
And I can almost smell you
But the winds are up at the walls again

I can hear you coming
Heaven helped you coming
I believe in heaven it's a wait away

Did you learn just how I loved you?
Did you see how far I'd been?
Would you meet me in an hour?
I could tell you what I've seen
What I've seen

Cold Bread
Cold Bread
We had

Put your wine in water
Pull your chips back in
So you crawl like a crab across Black Fries Bridge
Suffer not to fade
In the homeward road
I'm a bowling green
I'm a livery boy

Have a heart that skips a beat
Oh come on
Roll along for free
In the middle of the morning
Swap your drinking nights with me
With me

Cold Bread
Code Red
We had

Cold Bread
Cold Bread
We had

I can live with dying
I can chew my bit
Play panic to my senses
And hijack my head
It's the rhythm of moving
And a rolling and a rattle
It's a giving instead
It's a well sprung bed
We can roll around forever
We can pray for all we've been
We can knock it hell for leather
We can call it all a dream
All a dream

Cold Bread
Cold Bread
We had

Cold Bread
Cold Bread
We had

You're one of those elephant hunters from Ebbsfleet
Primordial superman
I know the trouble you've gotten in
Leave this trouble half cottoned down

If I know better, I don't know better
If I know better, I don't know better

The pigeon's half alive
The other half's in bed
We'll pray for the pigeon or half at least
And pray he's not half dead

If I know better, I don't know better
If I know better, I don't know better

The bartender looks like George Best
Many of them do
Well look at the way that George went astray
And has since been misconstrued

If I know better, I don't know better
If I know better, I don't know better

Got caught in a sacrilegious embrace
We're entrepreneurs in the field
Til we rolled on the bones and we made them our own
And the road to contention was sealed

If I know better, I don't know better
If I know better, I don't know better

I've been drooling at some mangy scraps of bread
And these hungry voices make a lot of noise inside my head
Show me the way to the rubbish dump or the bins at closing time
I've walked a mile just to catch a smile from a fish without its brine

Been hanging round the underground
Found a couple of crumbs down there
Was lucky and got some flotsam
From a girl with long brown hair
She said her name was Mary May and
She liked the springtime most
She said she left her meals
Half ate she said and she left the crusts of toast

Leftovers is what I want
Don't need no fine cuisine
Give me a dime for bacon rind
Or slip me some of that old sardine

She'd been seeing a man named Jim
I said I didn't mind
Said that second place is just my style
Like glasses for the blind
I thought she was kin to kind
I knew I'd met my match
And I was sure that I had locked the door
And she had dropped the latch

Leftovers is what I want
Don't need no fine cuisine
Give me a dime for bacon rind
Or slip me some of that old sardine

I said "bring your dark eyes honey"
She said "you bring yours"
Said I don't take second glances
As she walked out the door
I walked after her and waved her down
And asked her why she left
She said she only dealt leftovers
And that all else felt like theft

Leftovers is what I want
Don't need no fine cuisine
Give me a dime for bacon rind
Or slip me some of that old sardine

Leftovers is what I want
Don't need no fine cuisine
Give me a dime for bacon rind
Or slip me some of that old sardine

If you see her, say hello
She'll be out handing scraps
But don't be fooled, her heart is ruled
By forces off the maps
Show me the way to the rubbish dump or the bins at closing time
I've walked a mile just to catch a smile from a fish without its brine

Leftovers is what I want
Don't need no fine cuisine
Give me a dime for bacon rind
Or slip me some of that old sardine

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