Perfect Skin

i choose my friends only far too well
i'm up on the pavement, they're all down in the cellar
with their government grants and my i.q.
they brought me down to size, academia blues

louise is a girl, i know her well
she's up on the pavement, yes she's a weather girl
and i'm staying up here so i may be undone
she's inappropriate, but then she's much more fun and

when she smiles my way
my eyes go out in vain
she's got perfect skin

shame on you, you've got no sense of grace, shame on me
ah just in case i might come to a conclusion
other than that which is absolutely necessary
and that's perfect skin

louise is the girl with the perfect skin
she says turn on the light, otherwise it can't be seen
she's got cheekbones like geometry and eyes like sin
and she's sexually enlightened by cosmopolitan and

when she smiles my way
my eyes go out in vain
for her perfect skin
yeah that's perfect skin

she takes me down to the basement to look at her slides
of her family life, pretty weird at times
at the age of ten she looked like greta garbo
and i loved her then, but how was she to know that

when she smiles my way
my eyes go out in vain
she's got perfect skin

up eight flights of stairs to her basement flat
pretty confused huh, being shipped around like that
seems we climbed so high now we're down so low
strikes me the moral of this song must be there never has been one

Speedboat

julie said we drink far too much coffee
wine and cigarettes and we never get no sleep
i first met them at a riverboat party
both of them were speeding i would say

i lived on the edge of all this indulgence
taking notes and trusting in prudence
julie said to jim why don't we jump in
while the water is cool and we are still friends

some say that they o.d.'d on leonard cohen
well i can see that river whenever i think about them
the river is cruel and the water is deep and blue

i was working then on my great unfinished novel
"please let introduce myself my name is ronald"
i was okay there until i lost my cool
now let me introduce you to the rest of the crew

it wasn't my style to find surf in my eye
it was much more my style to find sand in my eyes

though there is absolutely no truth to be discovered
albeit truth then is nothing to be found
we academics are not easily discouraged
lord you know wits they come three to the pound
julie said to jim look at the state we're in
it was never her intention to conclude anything

it wasn't my style to find surf in my eye
it was much more my style to find sand in my eyes
it was just not my style to find surf in my eye
it was much more my style to get sand kicked in my eyes
sand in my eyes

Rattlesnakes

jodie wears a hat although it hasn't rained for six days
she says a girl needs a gun these days
hey on account of all the rattlesnakes

she looks like eve marie saint in on the waterfront
she reads simone de beauvoir in her american circumstance
she's less than sure if her heart has come to stay in san jose
and her neverborn child still haunts her
as she speeds down the freeway
as she tries her luck with the traffic police
out of boredom more than spite
she never finds no trouble, she tries too hard
she's obvious despite herself

she looks like eve marie saint in on the waterfront
she says all she needs is therapy yeah
all you need is, love is all you need

jodie never sleeps 'cause there are always needles in the hay
she says that a girl needs a gun these days
hey on account of all the rattlesnakes

she looks like eve marie saint in on the waterfront
as she reads simone de beauvoir in her american circumstance
her heart, heart's like crazy paving
upside down and back to front
she says ooh, it's so hard to love
when love was your great disappointment

Down On Mission Street

some say that you may soon be leaving town
do you tire of chasing all the women around
will you never be contented with your life
will you always be the one who won't think twice

when you go down on your knees
you're so hard to please
when you go down on your knees
you're so hard , down on mission street

god only knows how you can hurt her
when you know that's what you do
how does it feel to be so cruel
will you never be contented with your life
will you always be the one who won't look back

when you go down on your knees
you're so hard to please
when you go down on your knees
it feels like up, down on mission street
julie said your eyes are blue
your lips are cold as stone
she picked you up and you put her down
and messed her place around

will you never be contented with your life
will you always be the one who won't think twice

when you go down on your knees
you're so hard to please
when you go down on your knees
you're so hard , down on mission street
when you go down on your knees
you're so hard to please
when you go down on your knees
it feels like up, down on mission street

Forest Fire

she crossed herself as she put on her things
she has promised once before not to live this way
if she don't calm down she will burn herself out
like a forest fire, well doesn't that make you smile

if you don't slow down, i swear that i'll come round
and mess up your place, let's go for a spin
they say we shouldn't even know each other
and that we'll be undone
don't it make you smile like a forest fire

i believe in love, i'll believe in anything
that's gonna get me what i want and get me off my knees
then we'll burn your house down, don't it feel so good
there's a forest fire every time we get together

doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo doo
doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo doo
hey pick you up, put you down
rip you up and spin you round
just like we said we would
'cause we're a forest fire
believe you me, we'll tear this place down

if we get caught in this wind then we could burn the ocean
if we get caught in this scene we're gonna be undone
it's just a simple metaphor, it's for a burning love
don't it make you smile like a forest fire

Charlotte Street

i was looking for a rhyme for the new york times
when i sensed i was not alone
she said d'you know how to spell audaciously
i could tell i was in love
and so i forced a smile contrary to my style
and she looked into my eyes
she said d'you want to go heaven
or would you rather not be saved

here comes my train
i'm on my way, will you not see
i don't need your sympathy
i won't read your poetry, oh sweetness please

so she took me back to her basement flat
which was down on charlotte street
though it was never my intention
we were not intense, not least because
well if you must just take then i'm a piece of cake
that is what she said to me
and so i gave myself to her charity
well at least that's how it seemed

here comes my train
i'm on my way, what got into me
i don't need your sympathy
i won't read your poetry, oh bittersweets

i was looking for a rhyme for the new times when i was distracted
yes those were precious times together that we wasted
now i'm working hard for my union card
i must be leaving charlotte street
though it was never my intention to stay so long
so long

2cv

she drove her mother's car, 'twas a 2cv
i was most impressed by her casual dress
i was most impressed
inside her rented room colored deepest blue
i suppose we found some kind of happiness
to fill the emptiness

we were simply wasting precious time
hiding from the cruelest summer sky

she took her mother's car to get away from me
heaven knows that i, i can sympathize
oh i can sympathize
for we were never close if the truth were told
all we ever shared was a taste in clothes
oh we were never close

we were simply losing everything
underneath the cruelest london sun

we were simply wasting precious time
we were simply wasting precious time
we were simply wasting precious time

Four Flights Up

i was woken up at four a.m. by your screams and anguished cries
your mother was singing in the bathroom, she will never be my child
oh baby talks in her sleep so loud
we're living four flights up but i swear right now it feels like underground

well you have absolutely no common sense, yes i know that's your charm
you spend the whole day on the phone, you say well it helps you stay calm
you cling to my arm, yes i know that's your charm
and when i ask you what you want you say do you mind hey crocodile
well then could you give me some peace, you say well maybe for a while
sometimes you know you could almost be a child
oh must you tell me all your secrets
when it's hard enough to love you knowing nothing
we're living four flights up but i swear right now it feels like underground

you are your own worst enemy, so don't expect my sympathy
oh go back to your mother's house and cry your little heart out
you can drive them back to town in a beat-up grace kelly car
looking like a friend of truman capote, looking exactly like you are
yes, yes i know that's your charm
so don't ask me if i want you, only ask me if i must
i been blown around so long, don't know which senses to trust
oh no, but i know that i must
oh must you tell me all your secrets
when it's hard enough to love you knowing nothing
we're living four flights up but i swear right now it feels like underground

Patience

early in the morning, just by the break of day
well that's when my patience went away
she took her bags but she left all her clothes
she took her keys and left me out in the cold
wearing a plastic coat
and the pressures of life through lack of patience
i get the pressures of her

patience is a girl that i hate to love the way i do, but i do
she wakes me up in the morning through squeaking in my dreams
she took her bags but she left all her clothes
she took her keys and left me out in the cold
all because of patience
i get the pressures of life through lack of patience
i get the pressures of her

she beat me up and left me out in the pouring rain
without no keys, without no reason to go back again
she left me empty-handed, she left me empty-hearted
not no money, not nothing but the blues
all because of patience
i get the pressures of life through lack of patience
i get the pressures of her

she said the one thing that she needs is happiness
i don't believe that she's happy 'til she sees that i'm in distress
no, all because of patience
i get the pressures of life through lack of patience
i get the pressures of her
and i swoon

Are You Ready To Be Heartbroken?

looking like a born again
living like a heretic
listening to arthur lee records
making all your friends feel so guilty
about their cynicism
and the rest of their generation
not even the government are gonna stop you now
but are you ready to be heartbroken?
are you ready to be heartbroken?

pumped up full of vitamins
on account of all the seriousness
you say you're so happy now
you can hardly stand
lean over on the bookcase
if you really want to get straight
read norman mailer
or get a new tailor
are you ready to be heartbroken?
are you ready to be heartbroken?
are you ready to bleed?

what would it take
what would it take to wipe that smile off of your face?
are you ready to be, are you ready to bleed?

are you ready to be heartbroken?
are you ready to bleed? (heartbroken)
well you better get ready now baby
ready to bleed (ready to bleed)
ready to bleed

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