Our old flame Our old flame When you look at me, will you see The man that I became Or will you see the boy I was See me by the light of our old flame Our old flame. You, on the other hand, just may be A whole new and fascinating possibility How far, and how wired Could we get on down the line Once fired On that trajectory. Well, its the last call at the fag end Of the wrong bar at the bad end Of the wrong side of a dog town On a one way road that takes you down From a shit creek, and back again The doors swing open and they all come in From the arse end of a sick world A bus load of Yakuza girls.
I rang someone from long ago Someone from a situation Long forgotten, better left alone. Her every move Is a lesson in street ballet And they speak her name in cheap hotels From Turkey to Marseillaise.
Yeah lucky. And when they shaft my brother dear And pay him off with lies I fill my hand with the Union card And aim between their eyes.
Cheap wine and a three-day growth Cheap wine and a three-day growth Come-on, come-on, come-on. Yeah fuck you! Manila-man got the machete Manila-man cut him down cold Die with the Balander boss on a lugger Could not have been more Than twelve years old. Can you show me what love is Do you understand When things get out of hand I might get lucky…. Barnes, J. Are you married, are there children Did you ever settle down With that psychopathic boy You failed to mention last time round Or is there just a lonely room Full of poetry And lots of mutilated dolls that look like me.
Self Titled , You're Thirteen. Barnes — EMI Music."When You Believe" cover by One Voice Children's Choir
Like a big cat in a little cage A king in a cell Its too bad, a man my age To know this place too well. Oh Yeah!
All last night we were learning Drank our cheques by the bar Somewhere bridges were burning As the walls came down at the Star Squadcars fanned the insanity Newsteams fought through the crowd Spent last night under custody And the sun found me on the road. Hey you with the head on Yeah, I mean you When the owner bombs this place Watcha gonna do I got one eye on the minute hand One eye on a girl One eye is a rubberband Gonna flick away this world.
Puts me in a mind, of once upon a time A hall above the beach when I was young, it was Too many years, too far behind Old piano, saxophone and drum. Well Daskarzine, she was pretty bland As she stretched out in the corner of the room She was Oh!
Well a spot of blood by the bed was found, It was hers not his, she was heard to shout. Everybody thinks they might have been kidnapped And examined in a U. Quite at ease In an armchair Steaming coffee standing on my knee I can still hear you whispering when the fire sighs Rosaline How I have loved you With a careless kind of vanity As they turned you around And split us apart And like a fool I ran from the start And in the end they told much smoother lies.