Альбом Paul Weller

Heavy soul

We're words upon a window
Written there in steam
In the heat of the moment
At the birth of a dream
Vapors passing really
So I'm touched by the thoughts
In the fleeting minutes after
The time that we've come
Come and go, you know, where the wind blows
An' though I couldn't define
I can only tell you that I
Got a heavy soul
Tuesdays dressed in shearling
Anchored on belief
In the sunlight on the water
Or rain upon a leaf
And I'm touched by its' beauty
And I hope to touch you too
'Cause I still seek the same things
That I once sought to be true
And you know, that where the wind blows
Tho' I wouldn't be lying, when I tell you that I
Got a heavy soul
It's a joy to know
I've got a heavy soul

We're words upon a window
Written there in steam
In the heat of the moment
Everything is what it seems
Vapors passing nearly
So I'm touched by the thought
That I can't be beaten and I can't be bought
And you'll know....................
That where the wind blows
I don't think I'd be lyin'
When I tell you that I
I've got a heavy soul

PEACOCK SUIT - Paul Weller

I've got a grapefruit matter
It's as sour as shit
I have no solutions
Better get used to it

I don't need a ship to sail in stormy weather
I don't need you to ruffle the feathers - of my Peacock Suit
I'm Narcissus in a puddle
In shop windows I gloat
Like a ball of fleece lining
In my camel skin coat

I don't need a ship to sail in stormy weather
I don't need you to ruffle the feathers - of my Peacock Suit
Did you think I should

Nemesis in a muddle
In a mirror I look
Like a streak of sheet lightnin'
In my rattleskin shoes

I don't need a ship to sail in stormy weather
I don't need you to ruffle the feathers - of my Peacock Suit
Did you think I should

Yellow strands mingle into red
Warm air blows, down upon her soft bed
She licks my face and the feeling spreads
I'm up in Suzes' room - people bloom-ing-ful
I'm up in Suzes' room - where life goes so soon

She's anything that you can call free
She's everything that she wants to be
She has everything that you could want to see
I'm up in Suzes' room - flowers bloom-ing-ful
I'm up in Suzes' room - where life goes so soon
Soon, against the moon
A big sky paints - but she calls the tunes
She's cool that way - how I wish I could stay
Forever that way

No one moves - no one can
When luck rolls its' coins, they land where they stand
To make us everything that you never planned
I'm up in Suzes' room - people bloom-ing-ful
Yes, yes in Suzes' room - where life goes so soon

It's in a stroke of a brush
It's in the wave of a hand
And a view so bright
It turns the world
And makes all right
Yet seems to say
Come what may
You will be what you will
With a brush stroke of fate
You will have to think again
If you touch by it all
Lucky to be brushed by it all -
Than walk a crooked mile
In a worn out smile
That you found on the ground
Somebody else threw it down
Looks like that you're the next bessed in town

It's in a verse that you read
It's in the tune in your head
That makes all light
Turns your world
Illuminates life
And makes you see
All the love within
Is still yet to come out
Like the word - as a bang!
You may have to think again
And get touched by it all

Than walk in single file
In a worn out smile
That you found on the ground
Somebody else threw it down
Looks like you're the next blessed in town

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Minds alive! On Friday Street
Summerflys around my feet
And wee still stars
Are in my eyes
And mine's alive on Friday Street
A pulse goes on, on Friday Street
Time seems longer against its beat
And it's easy to remember
And it's hard to forget
That mine's alive on Friday Street
Yeh! Mine's still alive on Friday Street

And I see myself
And it seems so clear
I can walk through the world
Like I'm not really here
And I really don't care
'Cause mine's still alive on Friday Street
Lives alive on Friday Street
You start to shine in a brand new heat

And the world is clear
Like you're not really here
And I see myself
And I'm really not scared
'Cause mine's still alive on Friday Street
Mine's still alive on Friday Street
It's like plugging back in on Friday Street
May it always come alive! on Friday Street

I have my thoughts to position
But do I know how to act?
I have no silent ambitions
But does that make me a man
Until I learn all I can
And mean all I understand
As a way of giving

I'm a piece of the earth
I take no offence
I can be who I am
I have no pretence
Only to what you can be
If you want to be
It's a way of living

I've got a pen in my pocket does that make me a writer
Standing on the mountain doesn't make me no higher
Putting on gloves don't make you a fighter
And all the study in the world
Doesn't make it science

So grab a piece in the air
Try an' make it sing
Try and be who you can
It's the real, real thing
I'm into what you can be
If you want to be
As a way of living

I've got a pick in my pocket does that make me a player
Words can't do - what action does louder
Putting on gloves doesn't make me a fighter
And all the study in the world doesn't make it science

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She's in my head
She's in my mind
And I'm all she says
Yes she knows me well
As well as you can
She's on my side
I often hide
In her magic hair
And there I learn again - the joy of life
The wonder of it all
And this I feel - that through her I learn
Another way to be

You take my breath, I feel consumed
Take it all - I want to know
What lies behind - your smiles and shells
Wish I knew you well

Come in my head
Come in my mind
You can only love, when you open up
To be yourself