His Own Drum
Show me an angry young man, I'll show you a lily lilywhite boy,
Bang bang boogie he's dancin to the beat of his own drum.
If ya slow down, life'll get away from ya...
Be a nomad, it's ok,
Move all night and move all day
Coz if ya slow down, life'll get away from ya.
Bang bang boogie bang bang to his own drum,
If ya slow down life'll get away.
Show me an angry young man, I'll show you a lily lilywhite boy,
Bang bang boogie he's dancin to the beat of his own drum.
If ya slow down, life'll get away from ya...
Be a nomad, it's ok,
Move all night and move all day
Coz if ya slow down, life'll get away from ya.
Bang bang boogie bang bang to his own drum,
If ya slow down life'll get away.
Young Bones
I'm so proud of my young bones,
If they've been good,
On a Saturday night I let them go.
They go ravin in the graveyard.
Young dancin on the old below,
The tall yew trees full
Of watching ravens and crows.
And my bones ravin in the graveyard.
When I grow cold, bury me straight in the soil,
When bones dissolve, they need no headstone.
Your fine young bones will feed the grass and trees,
Young will go the way of old,
Soon be buried deep below,
So let your bones go ravin in the graveyard,
Ravin in the graveyard.
Alive are dancin on the dead below,
So it is, and ever was so.
I'm so proud of my young bones,
If they've been good,
On a Saturday night I let them go.
They go ravin in the graveyard.
Young dancin on the old below,
The tall yew trees full
Of watching ravens and crows.
And my bones ravin in the graveyard.
When I grow cold, bury me straight in the soil,
When bones dissolve, they need no headstone.
Your fine young bones will feed the grass and trees,
Young will go the way of old,
Soon be buried deep below,
So let your bones go ravin in the graveyard,
Ravin in the graveyard.
Alive are dancin on the dead below,
So it is, and ever was so.
Winter Party
Autumn in orange and grey,
A sky that swells with threatened rain,
A long long night invades the day.
Such a pull to run to ground,
To hide in bed or mossy mound,
And turn your head from the months ahead.
Keep the sleepin sickness at bay,
You're not tired you're just bored.
Ring red roses, better than sunlight,
Midnight oil will keep you burning bright.
Autumn in orange and grey,
A sky that swells with threatened rain,
A long long night invades the day.
Such a pull to run to ground,
To hide in bed or mossy mound,
And turn your head from the months ahead.
Keep the sleepin sickness at bay,
You're not tired you're just bored.
Ring red roses, better than sunlight,
Midnight oil will keep you burning bright.
Lying in Bed
Red is the colour of deep midwinter,
We need no help in June,
The robin and rowan tree light up,
When the sun's turned its back on you.
Red is the colour of the deep midwinter
So put on your red dress, and go downtown,
Go for a drink on a winter morning.
I did what I did,
And I can't take it back,
When you think of me you'll think of someone doing that.
Turn your back on what you said
Like the sun has turned its back on you.
I did what I did,
And I can't take it back,
When you think of me you'll think of someone doing that.
I said what I said, Till I'm blue in the face on a winter morning
And I won't take it back,
Every time you hear my voice you'll hear it saying that.
Blue truth said in blood red anger.
Red is the colour of deep midwinter
And blue like your lips on a cold white morning. The truth is winter cold and blue, when the sun turns its back on you.
The sun carries a warning, it's burning as it's warming,
Fall asleep in the warm sun and you'll wake up burnt.
And love carries a warning,
It's dying as it's dawning. Love tells blue truth and white lies,
It blossoms and dies, blossoms and dies,
Blooms and fades, it dissipates,
Like mist in the air on a milk-white morning.
Words of love like mist in the morning
Holding hands is boring,
Lying in bed in the morning,
Anyone can be soft and tender then
White lies on lips in the morning
Words of love like mist in the morning.
It's not running away,
But put on your red dress anyway,
Dress red on a cold blue morning
For a while it's not ok, Put on your red dress anyway.
Red is the colour of deep midwinter,
We need no help in June,
The robin and rowan tree light up,
When the sun's turned its back on you.
Red is the colour of the deep midwinter
So put on your red dress, and go downtown,
Go for a drink on a winter morning.
I did what I did,
And I can't take it back,
When you think of me you'll think of someone doing that.
Turn your back on what you said
Like the sun has turned its back on you.
I did what I did,
And I can't take it back,
When you think of me you'll think of someone doing that.
I said what I said, Till I'm blue in the face on a winter morning
And I won't take it back,
Every time you hear my voice you'll hear it saying that.
Blue truth said in blood red anger.
Red is the colour of deep midwinter
And blue like your lips on a cold white morning. The truth is winter cold and blue, when the sun turns its back on you.
The sun carries a warning, it's burning as it's warming,
Fall asleep in the warm sun and you'll wake up burnt.
And love carries a warning,
It's dying as it's dawning. Love tells blue truth and white lies,
It blossoms and dies, blossoms and dies,
Blooms and fades, it dissipates,
Like mist in the air on a milk-white morning.
Words of love like mist in the morning
Holding hands is boring,
Lying in bed in the morning,
Anyone can be soft and tender then
White lies on lips in the morning
Words of love like mist in the morning.
It's not running away,
But put on your red dress anyway,
Dress red on a cold blue morning
For a while it's not ok, Put on your red dress anyway.
