Альбом Nerina Pallot

I've got a friend he's a pure-bred killing machine
he said he's waited his whole damn life for this.
I knew him well when he was seventeen
Now he's a man he'll be dead by Christmas.

And so, everybody's going to war
But we don't know what we're fighting for
Don't tell me it's a worthy cause
No cause could be so worthy

If love is a drug, I guess we're all sober
If hope is a song, I guess it's all over
How to have faith, when faith is a crime?
I don't want to die.
If God's on our side, then God is a joker
Asleep on the job, his children fall over
Running out through the door and straight to the sky
I don't want to die.

For every man who wants to rule the world
There'll be a man who just wants to be free.
What do we learn but what should not be learnt?
Too late to find a cure for this disease.

And so everybody's going to war
But we don't know what we're fighting for
Don't tell me it's a worthy cause
No cause could be so worthy

If love is a drug, I guess we're all sober
If hope is a song, I guess it's all over
How to have faith, when faith is a crime?
I don't want to die.
If God's on our side, then God is a joker
Asleep on the job, his children fall over
Running out through the door and straight to the sky
I don't want to die.
I-I-I-I don't want to die
I-I don't want to die

I've got a friend, he's a pure-bred killing machine,
I think he might be dead by Christmas...

I've got a quarter in my pocket of an apple left to eat:
It's a wonder that I'm standing on my own two feet.
In the shadow of a thousand veiled Victorian goodbyes
Jewels of litter come to greet me, and it stings my eyes.
Oh it burns like a fire and it pulls me through-
We are parted by desire for the strange and new.
I've got a quarter in my pocket, I'm advancing to the booth,
I am picking up and praying that I talk to you.

And now, I'm halfway home, I'm at the corner of our street,
Would you like to come and meet me?
Now that I am halfway home
Man, I never felt so lonely-
I long for you to hold me now I'm home.

Somedays, there was comfort as a stranger far from home
Sometimes, a hunger and a longing not to be alone.
Imagining emotion in each man that I would meet-
But it was physics, and subtraction, to an ancient beat.
Oh, it burned like a fire and I wore it so...
We are tied up in desire and we won't let go.
Well, I've no quarter in my pocket of no apple left to eat;
I am running, I am running and I can't feel my feet.

And now, I'm halfway home, I'm at the corner of our street,
Would you like to come and meet me?
Now that I'm halfway home
Man, I never felt so lonely-
I long for you to hold me now I'm home

Now I'm home, home is where I wanna be,
Now I'm home, home is where I'm gonna be.
Past the church and past the steeple,
Past the sad and lonely people,
Past the old school on the avenue,
I am running, I am running...

And now, I'm halfway home, I'm at the corner of our street,
Would you like to co9me and meet me
Now that I'm halfway home
Man, I never felt so lonely-
I long for you to hold me now I'm home.

years ago, you said to me,
"i think i'm losing the fight,
or the fight's losing me, i'm not certain,"
and here we are-the closing scene,
and all the house lights come up,
oh, the falling of our final curtain...
i've played a role for so long that i've forgotten myself,
but i said i'd be there and i'm keeping my word,
you've played yourself so well,
and now i want to be you:
a great imitation of losing my nerve.

So, it's over,
and everything is wrong, everything has gone,
and i know that everything means nothing,
on the road to damascus they fell.

i saw the light-i saw the light!
but hey, it never saw me,
oh, conversion has just left me heathen,
and we could wait a thousand years,
perhaps a million or more,
if it's worth waiting for, but i'm leaving,
and so to a mecca of earthly delights-
depression is only desire deprived,
once more unto the breach and fuck my getting it right,
we've died for so long, let's just get out alive.

'cause it's over,
and everything is wrong, everything has gone,
and i know that everything means nothing,
oh, it's over,
and i don't want to fight, i don't want to be right,
i know that everything means nothing,
on the road to damascus they fell,
well i've been to damascus...it's hell...

Hell is where i'm gonna be,
the devil my intimate friend,
and hell is other people's hearts,
and knowing that everything must end.

oh, it's over...
and i don't want to fight, i don't want to be right,
i know that everything means nothing,
on the road to damascus they fell,
well, i've been to damascus as well.

In the back of a car on a road in the dark
In the stillicide, silently falling snow
I have packed everything that I own in a bag
And I’m driving, I’m driving to Idaho.
A poem for leaving, a reason to go
So I’m driving, I’m driving to Idaho

Cause I can’t be anyone but me, anyone but me.
And I can’t keep dreaming that I’m free, dreaming that I’m free
I don’t want to fall asleep and watch my life from fifty feet
My hands are on the wheel so I’m driving to Idaho.
Cause I hear it’s mighty pretty...

And oh, I’ve been dumb, I’ve been perfectly beautiful
Lain on my back buying lovers with stealth.
But I’m sick of you all, and I’m sick of opinions
And I’m sick of this war I wage on myself...
I don’t know why I’m so gripped to go there –
A universe riddle that only I know?
Mr Robert he says, ‘It’s all in the head!’
Tell me, Phaedrus, what’s good, is it Idaho?

Cause I can’t be anyone but me, anyone but me.
And I can’t keep dreaming that I’m free, dreaming that I’m free
I don’t want to fall asleep and watch my life from fifty feet
My hands are on the wheel so I’m driving to Idaho.
Cause I hear it’s mighty pretty...
In Idaho.

Hey was there something that you wanted to say?
I don't know what to do when you look that way,
Cigarettes and tequila at 6,
And the sung oing down on our life as it is,
In the blue light oh, your face, it looks...so...pale,
In the blue light, I can tell what you're going to say.

But all good people have a sense of themselves,
They never worry, they know what tomorrow will bring,
And all good people the world is ok,
Why should we worry, when we can do anything?

I heard that story, how you never went back,
What your mouth will not say, your eyes do for you...
A paper flower, and her pill in your drawer,
And her ghost at the bar drinks tequila too,
In the blue light, could we put this one to bed?
In the blue light, will you think of me instead?

'Cause all good people have a sense of themselves,
They never worry, they know what tomorrow will bring,
And all good people know the world is ok,
Why should we worry, when we can do anything?

In the blue light, could we put this one to bed?
In the blue light, will you think of me instead?

'Cause all good people have a sense of themselves,
They never worry, they know what tomorrow will bring,
And all good people know the world is ok,
Why should we worry, when we can do anything?
All good people, all good people know good people.

Good days, bad days, I've had a few of those,
Same old story-I know how this song goes,
At least I did, but now I'm not so sure,
Nothing's in its place, nothing's certain anymore,
Birds fly, trees sway, why can't I be like that?
Happ knowing what I am, in fact and leaving be?
But truth has been obscured,
I am only human and I'm always wanting...more.

Oh, the world is a place and they say it's on our side,
But I wonder, is there comfort in those moments when we die?
Now I see, Mr. King, this was in the books you gave me,
Which I read, disbelieving, thinking poets are depressed,
Oh, Mr. King, I have changed, I confess.

Oh, those good days I remember well,
Tape on windows, wintertime was hell,
But it was fun, and people there were kind,
There was good work to be done, and I learnt to think my time.

And the world was a good place, and in days were where I lived,
I imagined life had purpose and I'd something good to give,
Mr. Cave played along on the battered hallway piano,
Oh, every love song a secret to be shared,
Oh, Mr. King, how I wish I was back there.

Now, I've got 10 things lined up on a shelf,
Reasons to be cheerful for myself,
I don't know why you're showing me the sky,
You say you see heaven,
I see hell, but want to try.

And the world is a place, and I pray it's on my side,
But I'd find greater comfort if I just lay down and died,
I don't know what's become of the girl who once knew sunshine,
What's become of the girl who knew sorrow but was strong?
Oh, Mr. King you were right, all along,
Mr. King you were right,
Oh, Mr. King, you were right-I was wrong.

In the race to get out of this place
I am checking my face in the back of a spoon
You're accusing me, sir, I'm not here
But I'm here, yes I'm here
I'm not on the moon
I'm leaving so soon
But don't presume to know shit about me
'Cause I don't know myself
From one day to the next
And I don't pose perplexities purposely
'Cause it isn't a game
It isn't a test, oh no

Hey you, could you give it a rest
Just take me home, c'mon and get me undressed
Put on a fire and make it enough
For we're geeks but we know this is love

9am to the beat of a drum
As we drive through the canyon
I'm feeling the hum of the engine
My head and my heart are aswim
Will your cat be okay?
Your wife is she in?
Your wife is she in?
'Cause I don't presume to know shit about you
When you won't really tell me
Until I beg you to
But I know perplexity is a wonderful thing
A sudden found joy, the strangeness it brings

Hey you, could you give it a rest
Just take me home, c'mon and get me undressed
Put on a fire and make it enough
For we're geeks but we know this is love
This is love, yeah
Geeks but we know this is love

I like that we argue, but not everyday
Your scent in a room and the way that you say
Color not colour, what colour today
It's grey, grey, it's grey

Oh hey you, could you give it a rest
Just take me home, c'mon and get me undressed
Put on a fire and make it enough
For we're geeks but we know this is love
This is love

Hey you, could you give it a rest
Just take me home, c'mon and get me undressed
Put on a fire and make it enough
For we're geeks but we know this is love
This is love, yeah
Geeks but we know this is love

Five o’ clock and a fire escape symphony
Spilling out across the road and the square
And the sky’s the same as your own, do you think of me?
Do the parks and trees and the leaves reach you there?
After the rain, in the lonely hours he haunts me....
Calling out, again, and again....
Sophia, Sophia, I’m burning, I’m burning
It’s a fire, a fire I cannot put out.
Sophia, Sophia, I’m learning that some things
I can’t go without
And one of those is him.

And now I walk these streets like a stranger in my home town,
Learn the language, form the words when I speak.
But he changed me, I’m his ghost since he came around
Now I count the hours, and the days and the weeks.....
In passion and silence,
Every word, every line a measure
It’s the science of the soul.
And his books, they breathe a reason
And now, I want to know.....
Sophia, Sophia, I’m burning, I’m burning
It’s a fire, a fire I cannot put out.
Sophia, Sophia, I’m learning that some things
I can’t go without
And one of those is him.

And you, with your new born eyes,
Have you ever loved a man like I love him?
Do you hurt, but still feel alive
Like never before?
Oh Sophia! Sophia!
Sophia, Sophia, I’m burning, I’m burning
It’s a fire, a fire I cannot put out.
Sophia, Sophia, I’m learning that some things
I can’t go without
I can’t go without him.

Oh, this road is long, this road is wide,
It takes more than luck to last the ride,
It takes strength and it takes courage to survive,
And did someone ever say to you,
"There's nothing bound in thought you cannot do?"
Well, I've seen some things but not all of them came true.

So I don't want to be the last, I don't want to be the first,
Don't want to be alone with my thoughts tomorrow,
And I don't want to be afraid, don't want to look away,
I'm learning to breathe,
No I don't want to be the last, I don't want to be the first,
I just need a hope and a light to follow,
Like sailors look to stars to find their way home,
I'm learning to breathe on my own.

And I know a man who lost his wife,
This is the way he chooses to describe his life,
He says, "If I think too much, I find there's just a hole,"
But before she went, she left a son,
He says, "Dad, you're not the only one,
Maybe love is just a requiem for the soul..."

So I don't want to be the last, I don't want to be the first,
Don't want to be alone with my thoughts tomorrow,
And I don't want to be afraid, don't want to look away,
I'm learning to breathe,
No I don't want to be the last, I don't want to be the first,
I just need a hope and a light to follow,
Like sailors look to stars to find their way home,
I'm learning to breathe on my own.

Oh, do you still feel small?
Just a speck of life on an ocean wave,
Does it pull us all?
Does it pull us all?

So I don't want to be the last, I don't want to be the first,
Don't want to be alone with my thoughts tomorrow,
And I don't want to be afraid, don't want to look away,
I'm learning to breathe,
No I don't want to be the last, I don't want to be the first,
I just need a hope and a light to follow,
Like sailors look to stars to find their way home,
I'm learning to breathe on my own.

In a little while,
People and places will be so far behind –
Out of my body.
In a little while
I will play aces
And raise my glass in an act of defiance

Until then, I’ll scream until I’m hollow
I’ll carve it in my skin, save it for tomorrow.

I’m gonna bang my drum
I’m gonna make it come
I’m gonna bring it on
It’s a heart heart attack
I’m bringing it back to me.

In a little while
It will be perfect, I’ll have a perfect style
Soon you will see.
Not a cloud in sight
No cumulus nimbus
Just ninety three percent degrees humidity

But until then, I’ll scream until I’m hollow
I’ll carve it in my skin, save it for tomorrow.

I’m gonna bang my drum
I’m gonna make it come
I’m gonna bring it on
It’s a heart heart attack
I’m bringing it back to me.

I’m out of my body
I’m out of my body.

Here is my story-
A little sad of soul, a little weary
Maybe I am that?
Will nobody love me?
Is an empty heart and a conscience all I have?
If i die tonight, if I give up the fight
Will you do something for me?
Tell them my story, tell them well
Tell them everything you know

I was born in the springtime
Born of love and cradled in a misfit history
Of blind faith and pantomime
Oh, I know what I am but I don't see
So if I die tomight, if I give up the fight
Will you do something for me?
Tell them my story, tell them well
Tell them everything you know

So if I die tonight, if I give up the fight
Will you do something for me?
So if I die toniight
Won't you do something for me?
Tell them my story, tell them well
Tell them everything you know
Won't you tell them my story?
Won't you tell them, tell them
Tell them everything about me
About me when I'm gone
When we're dead and gone
What will still be here?
What will carry on?
When we're dead and gone
When there's nothing left
What will still be here?