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Faithless
Sunday 8pm
1999
1: Bring My Family Back
I'm on Lonely Street age nearly three
Recently Mama's cryin all the time is it because of me
Or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her
Face all Puffy like a blister, cryin' like he missed her
Since we moved away from the house where we useta play
They say I'll understand one day, but I doubt it, Mama never say nothin' about it
How'd it get to be so crowded
I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain
And I can't escape the feelin', meybe I'm to blame
So I strain to listen, prayin' for a decision, whishing' they were kissin'
This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile
So I make pretend cups of coffe in her favourite style
She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack
Bus she know I want my Dad, I want my family back
I'm on Lonely Street, age forty-three
Couldn't gauge when tot quit so my wife quit me
Took offence, took the kids, I wish that was the end
But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend
Workin' all the hours God send was not the tactic
Y'see cuz after ten years I'm left with jackshit
Wanted to make the cash Quik so I useta work real late
Bad sex, My woman's vex, even if I stay awake
And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office
I was eatin' We'd do our cheatin over coffees, makin' tea for the bosses
Makin free with me and I agree I got sleazy too easily
But I'm forty-three, this doesn't usually happen to me
Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today
Suddenly I'm blinkin' like the screen on my computer display and I'm drinkin'
Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back
I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty-three
Boarded up probperly, I'll probably get pulled down
Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light
But yo it gets busy at night, people creppin'
Derelicts sneakin' to fix, speakin'
On the way my timbers creaking', roof leakin'
And bricks comin' loose, knee high in refuse
But even though I'm a slum I'm still of some use
There was a time when my walls were decorated
And under my roof children were educated
But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed
A crash in the economy robbed me of my family And no strategy
combats negative equitiy so that's it. Like violence it's drastic
I'm freaking', and seekin' to be more than just a house of crack
somebody bring my family back
2: Hour Of Need
You know that I'm foolish
Playing king for a day
I hang with my people
Whenever I can
You say that I'm scruffy
Misguided and blue
Like a fly on a string
There's a web that surrounds you
But I will find a way in
In you hour of need
I'll be there
Yes I will
You lay a place at your table
Let me sleep in your bed
You hurt and confuse me
My queen for a day
I know I'm foolish
Harsh and unfair
Cos my hour of need
I know you'v always been there
In your hour of need
I'll be there
Yes I will
3: Postcards
New York, New York temperature's droppin'
The band's out shoppin' not stoppin' till ears pop
cops protect shops, lotsa yellow cabs and bell hops
An' it never stops
I'm waiting to do an interview, so much tot tell you
Today i feel close enough to smell you
Additional date they were planning just fell through
Florida's out, we fly September 22 tot Heathrow
So there's not really long to go
Tonight will be a brilliant show lettin' you know
I miss you more than four hits the floor at a party
Send my love to everybody
Honey I'm writing from DC, feelin' quasy
Stayin' healthy on the road isn't easy
The T.M. Recommend Sanatogen
Not one of them could resist takin' the piss
I miss you like a lock on the door what's more
I go to sleep with my Walkman 'cos half the crew snore
Don;t mean to be a bore, everybody's been great
But there's fifteen of us on a bus state to state
So I stay up late with a tape or meditate
By bed is travellin' at 55 mph
When we make it tot L.A. I'll still be miles away
It's not my best day I'm gonna get some rest
God Bless
We just stopped at a diner so I'm takin' time
To write a few lines. I'm fine, sun's hinin'
Bus driver's reclinin' on the grass aas the truck's pass
Gleamin' with a flash of sunlight from the glass
On the windscreen. As for us there's too much to relate
W've done five gigs but we're only in our third state
America's big! You'd love how they pile up your plate
Only place in the world even I could gain weight
Our next day is Wilmiginton, Delaware, open air
There's a rumour Melle Mel'll be there
Anyway, All the best, God bless I'm yawning
I really miss watchin' you get dressed in the morning
4: Take The Long Way Home
I lift you off the earth mundane and glum
Out of solar system where you passed the sun
'Til all the fear in your hart is gone and so on
Walking trough the world with no pressure
Inner peace beyond measure
I was leaving where it came in
When a man said stop
I want to have what you have
and get what you got
I got it sleeping rough on the streets in the rain
I got it learning to share my peoples pain
I got it making flowers grow in hearts of stone
I got it 'cos I always take thee long way home
I've been walking trough the world with no pressure
As fresher full of vigour life becomes my mirror
The further I go the more I know
Oh yeah, wherever the wind blow I'll be there
Turned up in places that I never intended to go
And so ended my youth I once deepended on proof
Now I'm in the flow, there I things I know beyond knowing
I've seen a seed growing, I was going back home
When a man said stop, I want to have what you have
And get what you got
I got it sleeping rough on the streets in the rain
I got it learning to share my peoples pain
I got it making flowers grow in hearts of stone
I got it 'cos I always take thee long way home
5: Why Go ?
Don't go
I didn't know you'd be here
and I wasn't meant to come
I'd be sitting watching TV
If there was anything decent on
If I'd missed the taxi
Or found nothing good to weare
But for some uncertain reason
Some strange uncertain reason
This is how it all
It all began
Why go?
Why go?
When you could stay a while
If I made some coffe
Would you sit and talk some more?
I know words are uaually pointless
When you've used them all before
The way you smile fills the room
Stay a while kick off your shoes
Don't go
Please stay
It always happens this way
Chorus
The way you smile fills the room
Stay a while
Whats's there to lose?
Thea way you laugh
When I say
Don't go
Please stay
Chorus
6: She's My Baby
I see you workin' through the bead curtain
In you kitchen, switchin', leavin' me twitchin'
I'm itchin' to be kissin' you, but disciplne is the rule
So I sip my orange juice and act cool
She irresistible
We fool around twice a week, makes me weak
Nice, when she put her tongeu in my cheek
Not petite, baby got a large physique
She take charge, take me were I dare not repeat
I got T-T-T-T-like a high hat
Planting kisses on your back
You like that
Mrs X. reputation intact, nobody on my block
Know we lock down like that in the next flat
But one from whre I live with my mum and uncle John
He ain't my uncle an' it's been far too long
But me 'n' she been goin' strong almost a year
Wait til the coast is clear, I don't boast for fear
Of being caught. Maybe w ought to stop, maybe not
For now baby gets all I got. Boom!
How come we always trash the room? Grab ya clothes
Cos ya know someone'll be home soon
An' I assume there'll be a need to explain gently
Why this mother of three is playin' games with me
She's my baby
I'm a slave to your outrage
Rocket box stiff shocks an' a roll cage
Colour coded alloys, much noise, spoilers an' poise
Exhaust notes an antidote for old age
Yes! Yes!
Who got the keys to my R.S. we goin' on a road test
Hit the M4 and head west, forever impressed
With the sound of my two litre, we cover ground
Engine singin' like Anita Baker
An' iff I take a corner too quick y' get sick
When I do my hand-bake trick, watch me ride
Mi broadside slide like a battleship
Side-slip puch out mi hip
Stick it in gear an' give the gas a blip. It
Never fail to bring a grin to the lip, Baby's equipped
Me an' she gone clear I got quik rack reduction
On the under steer, I been
Fairly and squarely discribed as hairy
People say my baby is scary
Look you takes your money and you takes your schoice
I just love to hear my baby's voice
She's my baby
I roll up for the session, ev'rything in position
My friends demonstratin' erudition
I listen for a minute before takin' sides
Sleepy eyes on the limit sit down an' spin it
Like we do every Friday down my way
Why play the fool with demon alcohol
As a rule my baby gets passed around
I don't frown, I love to see my friends gettin' down
When it's just me an' she you know it's never precarious
But sharin' with ya buddies is hilarious
Variously we argua an' disagree an' get heated
Hafta tell my people to be seated
An' restart the anti-stress process
'Til there's a big mess of twigs an' seeds to meetcha needs
An' with that first inhaled hello...
Guaranteed mellow
She's my baby
7: God Is A DJ
This is my Church
This is where I heal my hurts
It's in natural grace
Or watching young lives shape
It's in minor keys
Solutions and remedies
Enemies becoming friends
When bitterness ends
This is my Church
This is my Church
This is my Church
This is where I heal my hurts
It's in the world I've become
Containded in the hum between voice and drum
It's in change
The poetic justice of cause and effect
Respect, Love, Compassion
This is my Church
This is where I heal my hurts
For tonight God Is A DJ
For tonight God Is A DJ
This is my Church
8: Him Of His Garment
Oh I wish I could be
Touched by the hem of his garment
to be proud has never been
so mean, so stern, so crual
Oh I wish I could be
touched by the hem of his garment
Oh, I've come a long way
To touch the hem of his garment
And anger should be
The tool of a clown or a fool you see
And why should such spite and such pain
Hang between yhou and me
When love should be
A queen on her throne
Looking after her own
I wish I could be
Touched by the hem of his garment
Two chairs at this table
One bed in this house
Seriously, I think we could be
Touched by the hem of his garment
Oh, I've come a long way
To touch the hem of his garment
9: Killer's Lullaby
I'm sittin' at a coffe table unable to see straight
Watchin' parallel lines unwind and undulate
Behind the rain-soaked window pane the scene's bleak
Another train leaving home, concending defeat with a low moan
Hangin' in a sy made of stone, everybody's leavin' home
Called my man Jerome to come and meet me in the twilight zone
Leave ya mobile phone at home and come alone
I bouht him coffe an' a snack, settled back, started speakin
He was tweakin' at the peak of his hat while I'm seekin'
to discover what it takes to stay sober
Not to cover my mistakes, try to maybe make sense
f the eveidence, It's over
She'd gone for good why should I lie
Singin' a killer's lullaby
Indentified by the dying ring of a goodbye
The last thing ya hear before ya life disappear
"Is it better when you see her?"
Nah, it just gets worse like my stomach'll burst
Feels like I been cursed with seven centuries
Of bitter memories, Inadequacies of previous he's and she's
I'm movin' round this old house for the last time
Scene of my past crimes, been her for lifetimes
Hearin' the chimes of that old clock that useta mock
You got eternity for takin' stock, this place is like a padlock
You look shocked, trust me. Nuthin' ever moves but the dust
There's just us and I'm here to torment and tease
An' that's how it was for centureis, me and my memories
til you bought the keys, took a coupla Saturdays
An; moved in runnin' from tragedies an' boozin'
Seven hundred years since I came her you appear
Same hair, same quizzical stare
I couldn't get near and the sheer frustration
Was more than I could bear, I was really cursed
Thought I'd been through the worst part,
That was just first part, just the start
Everynight I'd be sittin' with dread pickin' my heart
In case the man she been chasin' gets to first base
An' I just can't escape. I'm in bad shape
You makin' love to someone else is more than i can take
So I make all the movement I can, to no avail
Scream an' yell sinkin' deeper in my own personal hell
I'm gettin' heated I'm sorry, have another coffee
I needed to release my sparrow chest from just a piece
Of this pressure, unless an' excape route is found
I'm goin' down, underground into lifetaimes of pain
It's absurd, the heaviest chain is contained in the sound of one word
So I'm referred back to hell. Just as well i hate needles
an' get twinges at the thought of syringes