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For a Rainy Day<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Your absent-mindedness was foretold in retrospect.
Dealt from the bottom of the deck,
the cards you played, the favours you displayed,
all the words you phrased but never got to say.
l\u2019esprit d\u2019escalier.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As far as this might go this is as good as it will get:
This might go far, you really don\u2019t know yet.
you count all your blessings and regrets,
Mesdames, messieurs make sure to place your bets.
though you\u2019ll forget the promises you made
all those debts are never going to be repaid,
Les jeux sont faits.
just saved up for a rainy day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And when the truth fails expectations
the best laid plans are in disarray.
Between your destiny and Lady Luck
you come in search of succour,
in search of anything to take the hurt away
now that there\u2019s not much left to say,
holding at bay all your anxious trepidation
but the penny\u2019s dropping anyway
you saved up for a rainy day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Between presentience and deja vu,
cast adrift on the swell of time
the rainy day\u2019s found you,
the rainy day\u2019s found you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/div>\n\n\n\n

The Wheels<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Gone but unforgotten
memory plays its tricks once more
and still it sticks with me like mud,
the time before
when I was naked and down on the floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just yesterday
I was rocked back on my heels
thrust under the bus
crushed, wondering however I fell beneath the wheels.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So anyway
as my torpid state reveals
I\u2019m stuck in this gear
I\u2019ll always be here where I fell beneath the wheels.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Long ago the moment
marked down as the dice were thrown.
I won\u2019t think twice about the life I came to know
when I was naked and alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All those kicks you\u2019ve known,
all those sticks and stones,
all those chicks to roost come home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just yesterday
The sticks and stones
I was rocked back on my heels
and all the kicks you\u2019ve known
thrust under the bus
the chicks to roost come home
crushed, wondering however I fell beneath the wheels.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So anyway
as my torpid state reveals
I\u2019m stuck in this gear
I\u2019ll always be here where I fell beneath the wheels.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019ll always be here,
I will always,
I will always be here.
I will always be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/div>\n\n\n\n

Heavy Weather<\/strong>

Keep a close watch on your neighbours,
don\u2019t blink in the eye of the storm
bringing rumours of betrayal.
Don\u2019t say that you\u2019ve never been warne<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Heavy weather on its way
these are heavy weather days.
Hold together anyway that you can
and tomorrow
maybe we\u2019ll be standing on dry land.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Gangsters in the palace,
barbarians at the gate,
a moral vacuum skews the compass.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Holding on for dear life,
hoping for the best,
knowing that
you\u2019d better hide your sense of helplessness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Heavy weather on its way
these are heavy weather days.
Come together come what may and then after tomorrow
settle the accounts of yesterday.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hopiing for a miracle
coming round the bend,
Knowing that we’re closer to the start than to the end<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Heavy weather on its way
these are heavy weather days.
Hold together anyway
in these heavy weather days.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Heavy weather in the skies
these are heavy weather signs.
Come together to survive
through these heavy weather times.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Angle of the Curve<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

It\u2019ll all work out though it\u2019s touch and go
and there\u2019s still something that\u2019s been playing on your nerves.
No, you never seemed to get what you deserved.
Everybody\u2019s seen you barely hanging on;
there, you\u2019re dangling on the angle of the curve.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It\u2019ll all work out but this road you\u2019re on
has some corners coming up that you can\u2019t swerve
Though your tank\u2019s near empty, you\u2019re running on reserve.
Your conduct\u2019s been exemplary,
credit in the bank, oh yeah, you owe your thanks
to the angle of the curve.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You can feel a pattern in the days,
you can trace the shape of time.
While you\u2019re skittering ahead,
barely under control,
pay attention, your instincts hint to you,
concentrate on the zone.
Getting close to it,
step in close to it,
close to holding your own.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It\u2019ll all work out, que sara sara,
your faith\u2019s more honoured in the breach
than in the moments it\u2019s observed.
Planned, a steady course is there for you to serve
accidental forces heavy on your hand.
Time to understand
how your future lands
on the tangent of the curve.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/div>\n\n\n\n

So Much Water<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

She was ever alone
in the rush of the throng,
had no sense of belonging
to rely upon,
reinventing the story,
always moving along
through the been and gone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So much water under the bridge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Trying to find a way through
all the lessons she\u2019s learned
while retracing her steps
across all the bridges that she\u2019s burned,
trying to face down her demons,
trying to trace out the curves
of all the corners she\u2019s already turned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So much water under the bridge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All this time she\u2019s been waiting for impatience to ebb and fade,
got the feeling that lately these are the doldrum days.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So much lead in the legs,
so much time that\u2019s gone by,
all the blurring of moments
that flash past in the blink of an eye.
Don\u2019t go jogging the memory,
no more tears left to cry,
all those sleeping dogs, you\u2019d better let them lie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So much water under the bridge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Tabula Rasa<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tabula rasa
going out as you came
getting blurred, the impression in
the wax and the wane.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So the voice is broken
so the word\u2019s unspoken
as you slur your name<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tabula rasa
this is how it began
a blank page of experience that came
in with a masterplan
and the bullet\u2019s bitten
all the words unwritten
still you don\u2019t understand<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tabula rasa
go out as you came in,
stark naked, your innocence wearing thin
as you count your blessings
there\u2019ll be no confessing.
Yeah, you never bought in
to original sin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/div>\n\n\n\n

Oh the End<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Shadowed in the shallows
by a wave of jamais vu
and I don’t know where I’m going
and I don\u2019t know what to do.
I can’t believe the evidence of my own eyes is true<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Can\u2019t believe it, don\u2019t believe
the evidence of my senses.
Can\u2019t believe quite what I see.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Light on the horizon
diamonds in the rough,
when I asked you for your guidance
all the love you gave was tough.
Try as I might I could never quite get enough.
I could never quite get enough of that,
no you let me down and left me flat.
Long ago and far away
Just imagine that.
right before my eyes
This will surely come as no surprise.
once upon a time I\u2019d say
Well, I\u2019ll eat my hat.
this can\u2019t be denied.
This is how we reach the great divide.
Long ago and far away
you were on my side.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Where have you gone?
Oh where have you gone?
So long
you have gone away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/div>\n\n\n\n

Red Flags (in the sunset)<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Red flags in the sunset
you just got cornered in the bar,
they say there\u2019s somewhere great to go to,
suggest you pile in to their car.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Count on your guardian angel,
hold tight and count to ten
You need to find your way out of here –
these people are not your friends.
I guess you know that you\u2019re in trouble
by the pricking of the skin.
You didn\u2019t pay enough attention
when you knocked back the Mickey Finn
And now you feel a little crazy,
you\u2019re slipping out of control.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She\u2019s all fur coat and no knickers
in the back of the Mercedes Benz.
This isn\u2019t good for your ticker,
these people are not your friends.
He\u2019s driving close to the limit
as he slides into the hairpin bends.
Red flags in the sunset,
these people are not your friends.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/div>\n\n\n\n

You’ll Never Know<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Your secret\u2019s safely in the grave,
nobody will remember all the damns you never gave,
but does the leave you take betoken
easy come or easy go?
You\u2019ll never know.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Your past compadres raise a glass to absent friends
as though the good times that you had will never end
but do they still harbour some resentment
for what happened long ago?
You\u2019ll never know.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The character you played so enigmatic,
you\u2019re not sure what it\u2019s all about
but when you\u2019re gone the plot moves on
and you\u2019ll be written out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Your options dwindle as your lingering hopes expire;
but will some spark, rekindled, halt the dousing of the fire?
Now is the story done and dusted
or recounted blow by blow?
You\u2019ll never know.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/div>\n\n\n\n

The Half of It<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I couldn\u2019t see the timber for the forest,
I couldn\u2019t hear the signal for the noise.
Out of a clear blue sky the shockwave on its way
to knock me off the ledge where I was poised.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was over-eager for the future,
I wasn\u2019t ready for the wake-up call.
I couldn\u2019t feel the ground ashake beneath my feet,
I didn\u2019t see the writing on the wall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nobody ever knows quite what\u2019s going to happen.
So many promises sold out on the cheap.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All the promises,
you made so many promises
that you\u2019ll never keep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Well I never,
no, I never did see it coming,
I never knew the half of it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nobody ever knows quite what\u2019s going to happen.
No, but the speed of it still takes you by surprise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oh, the speed of it
Can\u2019t believe it happened
right before my eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Well I never,
no, I never did see it coming,
I never knew the half of it.
Well I never,
no I never did, never saw it coming.
I never knew,
no I never, no I never did, never saw it coming.
I never knew the half of it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/div>\n\n\n\n

And When He Ran<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And when he ran across the fields
it filled my heart with the pure
spirit of life and joy,
our lovely boy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On borrowed time our way we wend,
knowing each faltering step
is drawing him closer to the end, our faithful friend.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His time was up a while ago,
his legs were shot,
he didn\u2019t know quite where he was,
just how scared he was
to be left alone.
Now he\u2019s relying on us
to see him home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And now his ghost runs in the fields
and my heart aches for the shared times we enjoyed.
Our lovely boy,
beloved boy,
our lovely boy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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