Track Listing:
| 1. Gambler |
| 2. Everybody's Numb |
| 3. Red White And Black |
| 4. Call Me Your Darling |
| 5. We Built A Monster |
| 6. List |
| 7. Going Down |
| 8. Whistle And Steam |
| 9. Cheap Tricks |
| 10. Contessa |
| 11. Slow Journey II |
nb: extra track "Play Until The Bottle's Gone"
Lyrics:
The Gambler
Roll that dice again again
Once or twice you’ll reel me in
What I’ve got is not what I came for
I’ll keep coming back for more
Lay your head upon my chest
The odds are slim but isn’t that the test
In this game you either bend or break
And I don’t know what kind of mess we’ll make
Come on lay your head upon my chest
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Spin that wheel, spin that wheel, spin that wheel.
Pull the trigger load the gun
The journey home has only just begun
We could rise but if we swan-dive too
Oh I’ll love going down with you
(come on pull the trigger load the gun)
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Spin that wheel, spin that wheel, spin that wheel
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Spin that wheel, spin that wheel, spin that wheel
Everybody's Numb
(Capo 2nd fret)
Em A D
Pleased to meet you boys you know its been a while
Em A D
Since I have had to fake delight just to raise a smile
Em A D
You’re squeezing hands and squeezing hits as good as anyone
Em A D
And everybodys numb
Em A D
The suns been slowly setting on your golden age
Em A D
And you’ll recheck the figures but you’ll skip the page
Em A D
Where the one thing that wont fit into your final sum
Em A D
Is everybodys numb
Em A D
yeah everybodys numb
A Em A D
And all the noise you’re making sounds just like the rest
A D
Salute the founders of the united states of emptiness
Em A D Em A D
Em A D
You can roll your eyes and write me off as paranoid
Em A D
Tell me under Gucci suits lie twisted girls and tortured boys
Em A D
But nothing gets my back up quite like martyrdom
Em A D
When everybodys numb
Yeah everybody’s numb
Em A D
So sent your armys out into the real world
Em A D
Reciting lines from nursery rhymes and singing like a jailbird
Em A D
Cos every Caesar needs a tranquiliser gun
Em A D
Then everybody’s numb
Em A D
Yeah every Ghandi needs his own Napoleon
Em A D
Then everybody’s numb
Red White And Black
Your shadow has grown longer
The wind Is at your back
They dressed you up so pretty
In Red white and black
Roll the sixes gently
Consult the zodiac
The colours of the century
Are red white and black
And we can all hear it coming
And we all know why
So gather your children
And take the last train to the sky
Call me to the promise
Call me to the track
Call me a deserter
Of red white and black
The last tequila sunrise
The last pink Cadillac
They’ve painted out this rainbow
With red white and black
Call Me Your darling
Well its hard to tell
Who’s dream we’re in
But the sky fell while we were talking
Amid the bruises and the red lights
Will you call me your darling tonight
Its a dark wind
Thats been blowing
Its a steel river rolling
When the dawn cracks
I will be alright
If you call me your darling tonight
We could catch the red tide in our hands
We could crack the code if we had a place to stand
Though I usually would run with rack and ruin
Just look what you’ve got me doing now
In the long days
Of confusion
In the forked tongue of Lazy Suzan
I’ve got freedom
I’ve got second sight
If you call me your darling tonight
We Built A Monster
Stretched between the lamplight and the cigarette ash
in the corner of the city where the markets crashed
There are boxes of the lonely here and fires of hope
We built a monster
We can take a bit of red a bit of white and blue
From across the atlantic laying trails to you
A little flash of lightning and some bully boy charm
We built a monster
This thing can cross oceans in its seven league boots
It can chew the money tree right down to its roots
The ship of a state can go under in minutes
You don’t know the flood is coming until you’re swimming in it.
Theres a hole in the market that its coming to fill
With another queens head and another dollar bill
And the trite and the terrorised are gonna sing its praise
We built a monster
It aint come from the hungry it aint come from the bored
It aint tramping out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored
It spins like a tequila worm inside all of us
We built a monster
It can breathe its greed into innocent souls
It can raise up armies it can blow ‘em full of holes
It can dress for occasion if occasion demands
There is power in the chase there is power in the hand
So the city flickers on like a reeperbahn night
hissing like a wildcat just about to fight
And it mutters that we rule by ladders of degree
We built a monster
The List
He was a clubland caller, He was younger than he felt
Settled like a moth down in the eastend Neon belt
Well he used to be a beleiver, Til the city got its grip
Now if there’s any holiness left, Well he can’t remember it
She was a high-rise butterfly, Crashed in ‘92
Into some lonely little suburb, That they bulldozed through
Where the little fat angels, Guard the harvest like they should
Well its downtown now, But it used to be the woods
And Oh its a lonely little town
Oh its a lonely little tune
And If my name is on that list I guess I’ll see you soon
First he heard her voice, Then he saw her face
She shone just like a crucifix an instrument of grace
ANd they got on like children, They got a hotel room
They got a new religion, A needle and a spoon
And they gave thanks to the heavens, But the devil held their hands
And they walked that great divide between Disciples and partisans
And the brown and the bible, They were never quite enough
But the life that grew inside her well, That felt a bit like love
oh..
The seasons are a metronome, The rhythm and the wild
The winter took his heart away, The spring it took her child
And the honeyed breath of summer, Is sweet and overgrown
But its always autumn sings “its not too late To find your way back home”
And a bell sometimes reminds them, Or the singing in the wind
The striking of a match, the smell of Paraffin
And some folks are drawn to the fire, And some just want to hide
But the lonely are the prettiest of all, They burn from the inside
They burn from the inside
Going Down
Well heaven knows the way things go
With ticker tape and radios
The good fight was lost long ago
And bravery doesn’t live in those
Who’re going down
And I’m going down
I had less sense than a harlequin
I changed my clothes and jumped straight in
It was hotter than it should have been
Now with bloody legs and blistered skin
I’m going down
I’m going down
Give me one more heart to break
And I promise I won’t make a sound
From sad refrain to sad refrain
I said you’d hear it all again
The lonely call of distant trains
I missed the point but hit the shame going down
And I’m going down
Its been there for the taking
The only journey I’ll be making is down
Did you really turn the light off on your way down
Did you really mark the mirror on your way down
And ruin comes and ruin stays
And Jesus Christ the games it plays
Cant wash the smell off my skin for days
The sex, the blood, the alley way
Going down
I’m going down
Well I got a little dizzy
Somehow things have turned me around
Whistle And Steam
Its been a long time since I’ve seen you
Just like this face to face
And I know I should have called you
But I had another ghost to chase
Should’ve read your letters
Should’ve found out how you’d been
But the truth Is there was no escape
The call of whistle and steam
Of whistle and steam
Theres a man down at the station
On a newspaper bed
I just need some kind of salvation
Before I die he said
But honey we’re just passers-by
In another leaving scene
You and I are locked in tight
To the call of whistle and steam
Of whistle and steam
Its the sleepers and the steel
Or the black-root and the vine
But my place is the space between
The past and the horizon line
Can you hear that old horn blowin’
Every time you close your eyes
And behind every bolted door
Is there a voice you recognise
Singing prayers singing curses
Singing all about the dream
For every soul caught in the headlights
Caught in the whistle and steam
In the whistle and steam
Cheap Tricks
She’s fingering the petals on her dress
It was another lesson in the rise and fall of holiness
Her hands are shaking and her hair is a mess
Oh he pulled a cheap trick
The car has come and its taken her away
And she won’t tell a soul cos she knows what they would say
Cos it gets a little trick between blame and ricochet
Yeah it was a cheap trick
Yeah it was a cheap trick
Oh lower than lonely
Slower girl slowly
You can just break them down
Oh lower than lonely
Slower girl slowly
You can just turn them round
And all their cheap tricks
She smiles as she fumbles for the keys
And she won’t look back up into that window when she leaves
If its a choice between a martyr or a refugee
Yeah she knows some sweet tricks
Oh lower than lonely
Slower girl slowly
You can just break them down
Oh lower than lonely
Slower girl slowly
You can just turn them round
And all their cheap tricks
The night falls like a satin petticoat
and the bare bulb glows onto the letter that she wrote
Cos it takes a lot of oxygen to help you stay afloat
That or one more cheap trick
That or one more cheap trick
Oh lower than lonely ...
Contessa
Contessa, Contessa please leave your hat by the door
I thought I told you you couldn’t call round anymore
Outside in the street and the rains turning tricks on the day
Contessa I’ve told you so why do you come anyway?
Ten years ago by the motorway bridge with a smile
And your red laquer shoes oh you lived inside me for a while
I had an old cow bone that I used to draw hearts in the dust
Contessa please tell me just what the hell happened to us
I’ve gone
Gone run that road
Run that road home
I was a scared little kid with a head full of hormones and holes
One eye on atonement and a body already grown old
There you were with your secrets and your notebook of genuine lies
Saying “girl its your party but you sure as hell don’t wanna cry, no you don’t wanna cry”
I’ve gone
Gone run that road
Run that road home
So I was the black sheep yeah I was the lone cavalier
But with a face like stone oh Connie its lonely out here
So I’ve taken some pills and I’ve played with the hand I was dealt
And you saved me that time but now I’ve learned to save myself
Slow Journey no. 2
Well I dreamt about you
About leaving without you
And going on a slow journey
Where no roads are marked and
A black dog is barking
Going on a slow journey
And the neon will light my face
Like a ghost girl
Like an empty space
In the trip and the trigger
This world’s getting bigger
Going on a slow journey
Did you think you could hear me
Or see me more clearly
Going on a slow journey
Cos I’ve walked so long I
Know what trail I’m on
I’m going on a slow journey
And that old crow
Is gonna rise up soon
And peck out
The eyes of the moon
And I’m not gonna see those
Million souls in the shadows
Lost in the slow journey
Play Until The Bottle’s gone
Play something that we need to hear
Play to make the ghosts appear
Play until the bottles gone
Play, Play becasue your hearts at stake
Play enough to liberate
PLay until the bottles gone.
Well did you hear them quote the bible
See them hands on hearts
Not a soul between ‘em
but don’t they look the part
Don’t need triggers
Don’t need swords
Theres a tool of revolution there in every single chord
c’mon and play something that we need to hear
Play to make the ghosts appear
Play until the bottles gone
Play until the bottles gone
I’ve got an old Neil Young record and a bottle of red
I know he’ll still be saying just what needs to be said
But all you others what is there to loose
Just pick up your plywood and learn to sing the blues
And play, play the life out of that steel
Play to halt the winding wheel
Play until the bottle’s gone
Play it in the streets, Play it in the schools
Play it for the ones out there who’ve never seen what playing can do
Well the clock’c tick-tocking until the fun begins
And no amount of love songs tell the mess we’re in
Yeah I’d like answers but a question’d do
Or old tides turning, the sound of something new
So Play something that we need to hear...
Play, play it just to make your mark
Play it just to light the spark
Play until the bottle’s gone
