1. I Know It’s Over Now:

 

If I had a dollar for every time I didn’t give up

If I had a pound for every time I tried

If I had a girl on every night I waited for you

Baby I’d see riches in your eyes

 

I Know, I Know, I Know It’s Over Now

You showed me how

Didn’t you darling.

 

If I was a bit less in the wrong I’d say you were right

If I was a man I’d give it up to you

If I didn’t hold my foolish pride in such high esteem

Baby I’d be rich, more than you

 

I’m a richer man.

Baby, now you’re gone

I got my rock and roll

Baby, now you’re gone

I got the music mama

 

If I had a box of laughter for the dreams I had saved

I’d spend it over you

Maybe I am poor, maybe I am poor

Baby, I am richer with the blues.

 

I’m a richer man

Baby, now you’re gone

Gone for ever more

If I wasn’t sure

I Know It’s Over Now

 

2. Lew’s Blues:

 

You’re almost dependable stuff

You very nearly gave me your heart

If I’d been quick on the ball

I should have written you off

I was dying for a lover like you.

 

She told me: “Ooh Lew, Your second in the queue

The other one above becomes me more than you do”

He’s either a fruit loop, misread of misused

Who gives you food to leave? Who gives you love to refuse?

And who says it’s good news when it’s rather overdue?

We can make our own loving rules

We can make our own loving rules

Here’s looking at you.

 

Give me un-assuageable love

The perfectly persuadable girl

Who strips off her cares

On the carpet up the stairs

And slips into the jelly-roll mood.

 

She’d tell me “Ooh Lew, there’s no-one but you

Who really gives a damn about the things that we do?”

And who knew! Dreams could really come true

Given what they need, you know they might just do

So don’t sing of good news if you don’t know the tune

We can make our own loving rules

We can make our own loving rules

Here’s looking at you

 

When your undertaker embassy shuts

Your love above was not where you thought

Go get your bootlegger beans

Climb your animal tree

There’s good forbidden fruit at the top

 

Someone could hold you, come to your room

Lay your worries down, fill your heart and find you

Bonne chance et vie la dance

The game is run away, take the lead and run home

There may be good news when you’re ready for the truth

Until then I’ll make my own loving rules

Until then I’ll make my own loving rules

Here’s looking at you

Here’s looking at you

Here’s looking at you

 

3. Goodbye:

 

I’m ready to face it

Strip off the tease of my torture

Make the bed and clean the ashtrays too

I’ve been here for ages

I’d kill for the comfort and warmth

But there’s really no use waiting around for you

 

Goodbye Bright Light

Goodbye, Goodbye

To All Of That

 

Katherine you made me

Baby you broke me some

Maybe love’s too brittle to be used

I guess I can face it

Crack a smile at the drop of a pun

You’re cheating me; I guess I cheated on you

 

Wash her hair and tell her she looks pretty

Let her know how lucky you’ve become

And if you do your best for her I’m happy

I know I’ll try my best to move along

 

I guess on the face it

Seems like a foul hand of fortune

The rushes hiss “there’s lovers in the dunes”

Wherever that grace is

Lover go help yourself

After please, pass it on to me

 

Woman, Woman I love you

Ain’t it hard to feel the way I do

Woman, Woman I needed you

Carry on love, do the things you do.

 

4. An Irregular Song:

 

Man what a crowd in the heart of the city

The prettiest girls in the world are crowded in here

If you’ve got love, give it away brother

Because some sweet thing she’s calling your name

 

Like a radio song

An irregular song

 

They banished the law ‘cos the cats didn’t eat it

Take to the feeling but don’t you steal it

Something has changed here, yes you can feel it

Some sweet thing she’s calling your name

 

Born to be bold, so long feeling low

Don’t be ashamed, the shame is it took so long

Free your soul, you’re the one, you’re the change we believe in

Some sweet thing she’s hollering, calling your name

 

5. Kathy:

 

Kathy I’m drowning in a bowl of you

Gently unravelling in a depthless blue

Though we both appealed to roles of love

In the captive youth we slew

For all it meant i still miss the kid

And I’m sure that you do too

 

Kathy don’t marry for I’ll come find you

Sad willow standing in the dust of ruins

Though I crossed the sands i just couldn’t stand

Any longer in the heat

When all was said I had over-read

Word drunk from thinking deep

 

Kathy I’m floundering at the edge of view

Word is you’ve flowered into someone new

Though I don’t suppose we shall ever know

And I don’t think I’d want to

Where in each of us wen’t the love that was

That we banished through and through.

As you formed your golden rule

So I swim until I’m soaked right through

Kathy, how I called for you!

 

Kathy what happened to the girl i knew?

Famously fattened by the silver spoon

As you’ll earn applause in any given cause

So when you change your mask offstage

(Our love, hard won, hard hearted become)

You might resent what you give to them

Which they eagerly not taste

 

Kathy who’d challenge or reproof your rule?

The old crone you savaged for her gypsy sooth?

If you can’t disclose it keep your devils close

So if they clamber from their tombs

(Hard hearts, far flung, uncharted beyond)

And if it be as such that they mention us

Don’t remember younger fools

Body blessed in beauties womb

On a canvas sheet by a harvest moon

Through a country song in a starlit room

Like the garden of a comely youth

Kathy what became of you?

 

Kathy don’t panic I’m an outlaw too

The cross that I carry is big enough for two

Though there’s space to bear anything you cared for

Up on Calvary quite nude

(Our love, hard won, hard hearted become)

They hardly care for the martyrs there

Though they’d watch the king of Jews.

 

6. Jack O’Kennedy:

 

If i robbed the mail train and they put me away

Caught red-handed robbing this train I could say

Though clapped in arms I’ve lived life the only way

I’ve loved one girl at least

I’ve loved one girl at least

 

They call us the night-fiends, black jackals in the press

I’m one of a dozen marked men in this gang

Though any night could be last for them or me

I’ve loved one girl at least

I’ve loved one girl at least

 

The quiet company we keep while laying low

Procure the finest wines;

The dim lighting in the basement we hide in

Keeps the dream awake in me:

Jack O’Kennedy

 

My father in mourning ain’t heard from me a’while

My mother, my brother, got sick and I survived

To amount to a failure in his eyes

I’ve loved one girl at least

I’ve loved one girl at least

 

For her company I’d do most anything

But in this state I’m in, I’m no rival

Just a poor writer name of Jack O’Kennedy.

Jack O’Kennedy

 

Are those bells I hear? Boys are those wedding bells?

I’ll find no comfort here

I’ll lie a while and bide my fugitive time out for a life I’ll never lead

Jack O’Kennedy

 

 

7. I Feel You:

 

I Feel You like I Feel Me

And I’ve Been Us for

Five years and more

 

I crawl in crutch-less panic

Rubbing tar into my knees

As I fumble for my pocket watch

What time is it? What time is it?

Make it to the alley

Bloody hands: the blood is mine

If I could run I surely would

What time is it? What time is it?

 

Returning to my self, I feel you

In losing half my self again, I feel me.

 

Now you, you know me better

The better me and bad

Do you want me love, I'm at the door.

What time is it? What time is it?

Me, I'm like a tudor

Lopping heads off

I get bored

I'm waiting love won't you take me love?

What time is it? What time is it?

 

If you like the music I know you’ll love the muse

 

Out here in the alley

There's methadone for sale

I tried to go cold turkey love

I'm tired of it, I'm sick of it.

For you, You know me better

And better's what I am

I'm waiting love just a little more

What time is it, What time is it

 

8. Let Me In:

 

You’re like a moment before I wake from a dream

When my head’s blown out

Like mist strewn over the range, goodbye to the world.

Put the vision in the passenger seat

And you take me roaming

I’d pay triple the fair to get the hell out of here

 

You’ve been in my soul

I feel famous

Wherever we roam

I’m tailored

No better than you

Don’t reckon I’d lose this hand

You’d better not move

I’d better not go

 

Reconcile the other side of my face

Wants to break my moments and shatter my intentions of gold

You’re like a walk through the mirror (Oh Alice)

Pacify me with the gentlest hands

Never used me or abused me

But you could bring me to tears

 

I could chasten myself

to any cake on the shelf

But it’s hard

To compose myself

to your dance and not take part

If every page in the sheaf

wasn’t ripped with my deeds, I’d last

Woman let me In, I wont do it again

But I’m lost

 

A welcome matt to a state of mind

You’re a whispered poem

A bright eyed passage for light

And you know what I need

Been a cure for the hurt inside wants to eat me

You appeased me

And I thank you for that

 

Woman let me In

With your dyed hair shoots

And your cowboy roots

Woman let me in

With your daddies rules

And your mamas blues

Woman let me in

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9. Bad Timing:

 

Hey you really swept me out to sea

As the new moon stole the old moon’s captaincy

Babe, we were children at our meeting

In the fallow cornfields grew our maple green

I left you out a rose once by the bed

Clacked my heels in love and kissed the sun

I carved you out a song from the air

If I had met her now.

 

She said, "I've never felt this way"

I told her, "Babe, I feel the same"

We had everything

It's a long way down from here, bad timing babe.

 

Wade, lover mine into the dreaming

But hold me for a moment before you leave

Babe, in these holy hallowed reaches

‘Tween the light and night i sometimes slip away

Where ever runs the thread in ticker-tape

And laughing lust, the devil, cuts the cards

The weary gypsy nods unto the door

Where, ever she has gone.

 

She said, "Can I trust you babe"

So i told her everything

She tore a little bit

It’s a long way down from here, bad timing babe.

 

Hey, the smell of falling leaves

My boots two fathoms deep in tangled blue

Babe, I’ve never felt so self-defeatist

As i wondered through the lowland country lanes

On the churchyard stones there falls the choir

From Bethlehem to Bastogne then it’s quiet.

The minister he locks the chapel door

Where, ever she in song.

 

She said, "You can love me babe,

Like I used to love you,

But we ain't going back"

It's a long way down from here, bad timing babe.