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@ALBUM: SING-SONGS

@SONG: A_Different_Man

Inside himself,
He runs to look in the mirror
And the face that stares right back
Has never been any clearer
But look at the doubt in his eyes
He's not the one to blame
It was a different man, no he's never been here
You can be so close, you can be so near
It was a different man, playing different cards
You can be so soft, you can be so hard
Inside himself,
He follows the wrong directions
Perfect English words all right
But with the wrong inflections
But look at the dust at his feet
He's not the one she loves
It was a different man, no he's never been found
You can be so up, you can be so down
It was a different man, no he's never been there
You can be halfway, you can be all there
Inside himself,
He thinks that he looks the same
And the mind that thinks it all out
Never noticed any change
But look at the doubt in his eyes
He's not the one to blame


@SONG: Ancient_History

Sometimes I wonder how I got mixed up with you
You just cannot comprehend the things that I do
The truth is so fragile, the ties are so true
Lying in the nettles where the blossoms once grew
So now you're asking what is this mystery
And all these questions, ancient history
Sometimes I wonder what is left to be said
If I'm consumed and fading will the children be fed?
The roof is always creaking, the stone has been bled
You say I'm just existing and you leave me for dead
Sometimes I can see your love is a sled
Sliding down the slopes that will lead to your bed
Some of us are white, some of us are red
Some have got these visions going 'round in our heads
As you go just blow a kiss to me
And as it falls, ancient history
Sometimes a joke can get out of hand
Laughing like a conqueror in a new land
Convinced down to his buttons this was how it was planned
Turns his back on ruins, that was nothing but sand
Crossing your Alps the ice and cold blister me






And all the rest, ancient history


@SONG: The_Night_Is_Very_Soft

Tiny drops of water glistened on her black fur
Tailights in earshot, headlights shine through her
And on legs crossed on the red surge setee
Sat next to nothing and she looked right through me, and on
Inside the car sat a sulky blonde
And on her lap the road went on and on
As she dresses I look to the ground
Perhaps I know where the place can be found, and on
Outside, the night is very soft, but where does it end
We'd pile into the Buick, but you've got to have money for that
92 people taking it too fast
They never noticed where their lines are cast, and on
I've got a milk white electric guitar
Walked in the shop and I peeled off the notes
Oh yeah


@SONG: In_This_Room

Oh the avenging angel
Shiver in the way of her stare
I will admit that she never loved me
But I admit that I didn't care
And it's too damned late to buy the gate
And why close it if your heart isn't there
And since you know it all
I could give you a call
I could give you something fine to compare yourself to
My eyes begin to ache in the cold electric light
There are no windows in this room
In which we've been sitting all our lives
Some incredible distance
Some incredible place
Sometimes I think, sometimes I sink
In some incredible race
And it's too damned soon for a man of fortune
To have to run or lose his face
And since you know it all
I could give you a call
I could give you a lot more than a taste of yourself, too


@SONG: I_Am_A_Rock

A winters day, in a deep and dark December
I am alone, gazing from my window into the streets below
On a freshly fallen, silent shroud of snow
I am a rock, I am an island
Don't talk of love, well I've heard the word before
It is sleeping in my memory






I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died
If I never loved I never would have cried
I am a rock, I am an island
I have my books and my poetry to content me
I am sheilded in my armor
Deep within my room, safe within my womb
I touch noone and noone touches me
I am a rock, I am an island
And a rock feels no pain
And an island never cries