Lyrics
"Love at the End of the World"
9-1-1
I’m staring in the mirror
But I don’t get what you see
Through your eyes is it clearer
The threat that I must be?
Did you ever think I was just driving?
Did you ever think I was scared?
Of course you think I’m lying
Of course you never cared
Look at me
Am I the villain that you want?
Do you see
All the lies your people taught?
I’m still staring in the mirror
But I don’t get what you see
Through your eyes is it clearer
How the fucking crime is me
Did you ever think I was thirsty?
Did you ever think I was scared?
Did you ever think you could hurt me?
Did you even fucking care?
Look at me
Am I the villain that you want
Do you see
All the lies your people taught
When your looking in the mirror
Is it justice that you see
In your lungs is it clearer
Cuz in mine it’s hard the breath
Look at me
Am I the villain that you want
Do you see
All the lies your people taught
Look at me
Am I the villain that you want
Do you see
All the lies
The lies
The lies
The Quiet
Love at the End of the World
I’m staring into nothing,
Just a blank sheet on the wall,
My phone’s in angry silence,
As if there’s anyone to call.
There’s a spider on my window sill,
He’s bringing secrets to my ear,
He speaks with such a kindness,
He knows my heart and all its fears.
In the quiet,
I might learn the meaning,
Of the songs that scream my name,
And I might feel that feeling,
Of a love that never came.
At the twilight of the party,
When all the fools have gone to bed,
I’m still dancing on the table,
I’m much too tired to rest my head.
So now I‘m running ‘round an empty house,
Picking fights with all the ghosts,
And there’s one that’s so familiar,
I think I envy him the most.
In the quiet,
I might learn the meaning,
Of the songs that scream my name,
And I might feel that feeling,
Of a love that never came.
Of a love that never came.
Hello
I’m really much to tired to drink alone
Is there anyone who wants to drive me home
Or really anywhere?
It’s late
But maybe do you just believe in fate
Or anything that’s noble in this time of hate
Or anything that’s fair?
I’m looking for some love at the end of the world
I’m looking for some love at the end of the world
It’s hard
I remember when we used to have it large
Singing to the boisterous empty bar
But I’m a poor man now
What’s new?
There really isn’t much that we can do
We’re singing to an ever quiet tune
But it makes me proud
So cheers
Let’s drink to all the happy times of year
To wash away the sorrow and the fears
For no tomorrows now
I’m looking for some love at the end of the world
I’m looking for some love at the end of the world
I’m looking for some love at the end of the world
I’m looking for some love at the end of the world
I’m looking for some love at the end of the world
I’m looking for some love at the end of the world
Champion of Thieves
If I Gave You the World
In Between
I am the lawless
I am the green
I am the fearful
I am all unseen
I am the heartache
I am the false
I am the troubadour
I am the lost
I
I remember your name
I remember your game
I remember your
Your
Your
Your
Your face
I am the malice
I am cold
I am the juvenile
I am silver and gold
So call me a monster
So call me a beast
I am your champion
Your champion of thieves
I
I remember your name
I remember your game
I remember your
Your
Your
Your
Your face
If I gave you the world
Would you whisper in my ear?
Would you tell me all your secrets?
Even the hardest ones to hear?
If I gave you the world?
Would you melt down all the guns?
We wouldn’t ever need to fire them?
We wouldn’t ever need to run?
If I gave you the world
Would you ever tell a lie?
Would you ever need their comfort?
Would you ever need to hide?
If you gave me the world
I would banish creed and colours
The only law is for each other
If you gave me the world
If I gave you the world
Would you ever stop to smile?
Would you fall asleep to laughter?
Would you stop and stay a while?
If I gave you the world…
If I gave you the world…
If I gave you the world…
Her night’s bleak
And there’s nothing on TV
The drinks are weak
This isn’t where she’s ‘supposed to be
She needs to laugh and sing
And go dancing in the streets
She’s meant to live out loud
And feel the world beneath her feet
Now she’s heading for the sunset
On her way to something grand
She ain’t bothered by direction
The open road her only plan
Pouring rain
Feels like magic on her skin
Her worry lines
Are fast becoming thin
This ain’t a boring night
It’s where everything begins
In this unholy fight
No one’s meant to win
Now she looks out into nowhere
She ain’t bothered by the scene
She ain’t lost or scarred or broken
She’s just somewhere in between
Cuz if we’ve got tonight
Then she’ll put up a fight
Cuz she was born to run, run, run
Buxton
(written by Rob Ritchie)
I take my fiddle to the tavern
Every Friday night I play
Like that steamy summer evening down in Buxton
Last stop on the underground about a mile away
He came in slow and kinda cautious
He came in slow with eyes so full of fear
He took a chair down at the furthest table
I saw he held a fiddle so rough and so severe
His eyes dropped to the table when I invited him to play
A fiddle tune for the crowded room cuz I thought he’d want to celebrate
He said this table looks like cherry
Just like my violin
But it’s all done up with polish the likes of which I’ve never seen
Way, way back, can you remember?
Way, way back to your childhood days
All the roughneck boys in the old school yard
How they put you down never let you play
Give them boys the weight of a rifle
Give them boys the weight of the law
Give them boys ‘bout 300 years to reckon this is the way things are
Then he struck down on his strings with such a vengeance
He all but strangled off the tune
Of some old reel meant to be far lighter
Done up so forceful on his instrument so crude
I said, ‘Son, why do you bend your bow so fiercely?
You should be happy now your free’
He dropped the fiddle from his chin and faced me
He said, ‘Sir it’s best you let my anger be’
‘Forgive my for the fury but these fields out side your town
Look flat and burned just like the earth where the southern sun comes beating down’
He said, ‘I know it don’t sound pretty, the way I bow your song
But if you wanna hear how grabs my ear then maybe you should play along’
Way, way back, can you remember?
Way, way back to your childhood days
All the roughneck boys in the old school yard
How they put you down never let you play
Give them boys the weight of a rifle
Give them boys the weight of the law
Give them boys ‘bout 300 years to reckon this is the way things are
Then something took a hold of my bow stroke
The moment I tried to play along
The beat began to echo like a footfall
His low notes rang like gunshots and his high strings screamed like hounds
Until a noise spooked a snowy mare outside the window
And the young man stopped and watched with widened eyes
He said, ‘We had horses just like that back in Kentucky
White as a sheet against the burning midnight sky’
‘Forgive me for the fury but your fiddle plays so well
But even these are carved from trees growing just this side of hell
Forgive me for the fury I’d lose it if I could
But a fiddle string ain’t the only thing I’ve seen strung up on cherry wood’
Way, way back, can you remember?
Way, way back to your childhood days
All the roughneck boys in the old school yard
How they put you down never let you play
Give them boys the weight of a rifle
Give them boys the weight of the law
Give them boys ‘bout 300 years to reckon this is the way things are
Way, way back, can you remember?
Way, way back to your childhood days
All the rough neck boys in the old school yard
How they put you down never let you play
Give them boys the weight of a rifle
Give them boys ‘bout a ton of lead
Give them boys one devil of a passage from a Good Book they have never read
Walk
I went for a walk
With my fatherless sisters and brothers
With our fists in the air
Against a blood red sky
I went for a walk
When my bones were aching with anger
And each step a gun
Aimed at my heart
I went for a walk
When my heart was bloodied and bruised
And it was beating and beating
Like war drums
I went for a walk
For my unknown brothers and sisters
Who gave up their lives
With their fists in the air
Oh you can fight us
God knows you’ll fight us
And you can kill us
Oh how you’ve killed us
But I’m gonna walk
Oh I’m gonna walk
Yeah I’m gonna walk
Yeah I’m gonna walk
"Louder"
A Song of Searching Voices
When I was a boy,
Chasing the sunset,
Chasing a world of clouded limits,
On the promise of love.
Tough as a bullet,
And loud as a choir,
Got closer to it,
Like smoke is to fire.
Build me a concert hall,
Sheets and chairs for the walls,
I hope that you hear my call,
Come and dance with me, baby.
She wrote me a lyric,
To the sweetest of tunes,
Just like all the great old records,
Like all the old grooves.
I started to feel it,
In my bones and my blood,
Turned simple music,
Into passionate love.
A drum kit of coffee tins,
No need to count me in,
It's all that I've ever been,
Come and sing with me, baby.
Now I hear music,
Where others hear noise,
Singing a song of searching voices,
Sung like a roar.
Showed me the colours,
Of the stars at night,
Reborn in a comfort,
Of a golden light.
Build me a concert hall,
Sheets and chairs for the walls,
I hope that you hear my call,
Come and dance with me, baby.
A drum kit of coffee tins,
No need to count me in,
It's all that I've ever been,
Come and sing with me, baby.
Come and dance with me baby,
come and sing with me, baby,
Come and dance with me.
Louder
I was nothing but a frontman,
Singing in a cover band,
Didn't have a game plan.
I was tempted by the bright lights,
Staying up ’til midnight,
Getting into bar fights.
Got me thinking ’bout my old friends,
Starting off the new trends,
Getting drunk on weekends.
When we'd pass out on the cold floor,
Couldn't really want more,
Nights like this we lived for.
Cuz in those days the music was louder when you walked in the room,
They don't make a word for feeling this high.
Cuz in those days the music was louder when you walked in the room,
They don't make a word for feeling this high.
Thinking back to when we first met,
Chasing every sunset,
Living with no regrets.
Now I'm driving down the left lane,
Staring at a wine stain,
Trying to think of my name.
Cuz in those days the music was louder when you walked in the room,
They don't make a word for feeling this high.
Cuz in those days the music was louder when you walked in the room,
They don't make a word for feeling this high.
Take me back into the dog days,
Stressing about straight As,
When we had it all made.
Now I'm sitting in a dark room,
Whipping up a sad tune,
Of all the dreams we made true.
Cuz in those days the music was louder when you walked in the room,
They don't make a word for feeling this high.
Cuz in those days the music was louder when you walked in the room,
They don't make a word for feeling this high.
Cuz in those days the music was louder when you walked in the room,
They don't make a word for feeling this high.
Monaco
I was born to see the ocean,
Born to conquer open roads,
I long to tell the stories that a map and compass hold,
You weren't one for dreamers,
Taught to plan out every day,
So darling let me show you my adolescent ways.
Never used to think that much of nine-to-fives or school,
Never one to jump through hoops or listen to the rules,
You were charming, you were kind with adventure in your eyes,
So let's run away tomorrow and see what fun we find.
So pack yourself a pretty dress,
Your favourite pair of shoes,
I will grab the CDs,
Play some rhythm and some blues,
We will live like rock stars,
Honey, what have we to lose?
We'll run away to Monaco and leave behind no clues.
There's a thousand miles of highway out there waiting to be used,
And I'll be in the parking lot just waiting for my cue,
Our old town confines us to be stuck in with this crowd,
But we don't really fit here,
You're too pretty; I'm too proud.
So darling don't deny that you don't like my hectic charm,
We'll run away tomorrow,
It won't do us any harm,
Fate is nought but stories told to lock up wildest dreams,
So let's run away tomorrow and see what fun it brings.
So pack yourself a pretty dress,
Your favourite pair of shoes,
I will grab the CDs,
Play some rhythm and some blues,
We will live like rock stars,
Honey, what have we to lose?
We'll run away to Monaco and leave behind no clues.
Superhero
Eden
Songbird Ain't Singing
Used to dream I was a fighter,
Strong enough to break down walls,
Faster than a screaming bullet,
Save the world before it falls.
Grew up watching good and evil,
Grew up learning right from wrong,
Grown up into disappointment,
The villain’s always twice as strong.
Used to dream I was a fighter,
Strong enough to break down walls,
Couldn't stop a single bullet,
Couldn't save a single soul.
Searching for a superhero,
Where we'll end up God only knows,
Searching for a superhero.
I've been asking questions all my life,
But could this be the first time that I'm right?
If you're here for heaven you can go in peace,
To dance with the devil is to dance with me.
I used to dream that I would live forever,
Never thinking I'd need something better.
You think you're cunning but you go in blind,
Well honey, I'm not the praying kind.
I met him on a cold and sleepless night,
He told me that us dreamers have to fight,
He took all of my money and bid farewell,
I told him all the lies you're forced to tell.
If you're here for heaven you can go in peace,
To dance with the devil is to dance with me,
You think you're cunning but you go in blind,
Well honey, I'm not the praying kind.
I can see the fear behind your eyes,
Slowly growing as they pass you by,
Always losing but you're never beaten,
Try to taste this poison they call Eden.
If you're here for heaven you can go in peace,
To dance with the devil is to dance with me,
You think you're cunning but you go in blind,
Well honey, I'm not the praying…
If you're here for heaven you can go in peace,
To dance with the devil is to dance with me,
You think you're cunning but you go in blind,
Well honey, I'm not the praying kind.
She was a tyrant of the west side of LA,
She was a monster in gold skin,
She tempted young and old to play her wicked game,
This is a game that you can't win.
You're invited,
You can't fight it,
Your pride's gone away
Well you can sing your broken love songs,
You can play your empty chords,
When it's over you'll learn you were wrong,
This songbird ain't singing no more
I hear the children sing her harsh chaotic tunes,
The art is lost on their young minds,
Little do they know that they've begun to lose,
The most human parts of life.
You can't run,
You can't hide,
She'll eat you alive.
Well you can sing your broken love songs,
You can play your empty chords,
When it's over you'll learn you were wrong,
This songbird ain't singing no more
She was a tyrant of the west side of LA,
She was monster in gold skin,
She finally got to me and I played her wicked game,
This is a game I didn't win.
Now I sing my broken love songs,
Now I play my empty chords,
When it's over I learned I was wrong,
This songbird ain't singing no more,
When it's over I learned I was wrong,
This songbird ain't singing no more
Waiting On a Dream
The wrong way down a one-way street,
Where all the houses look the same,
Cuz that's where all my troubles meet,
And now I'm on the floor again.
I was cursed with running legs,
And an appetite for blood,
I'm tired of always turning up late,
For all the good times and the love.
Through gritted teeth and eyes shut tight,
The promise of a fresh delight,
I'm lying awake all night,
Waiting on a dream
I've done my time in foreign beds,
And I think I've done enough,
I need a place to rest my head,
Where I can sleep with both eyes shut.
So damn the stars' pretentious light,
And their judgments from above,
Even in their darkest night,
I'm not looking for their love.
Through gritted teeth and eyes shut tight,
The promise of a fresh delight,
I'm lying awake all night,
Waiting on a dream
The wrong way down a one-way street,
Where all the houses look the same,
Cuz that's where all my troubles meet,
And now I'm on the floor again.
Paid What I Owe
I wake early every morning,
So that the time will swiftly pass,
Tomorrow's framed like perfect pictures,
I see them clearly now at last.
As I stare into the mirror,
I see a face that's scarred and worn,
But mirrors only show what's behind you,
I need to let new thing's be born.
I hear the wind blow,
Paid what I owe,
It's time to let go,
I won't stop running cuz I'm nowhere near the end.
I hear a voice that could move a mountain,
She's roaring stronger than the sea,
It fills me up, it gives me power,
It tells me let your spirit free.
And so I go to where she takes me,
I listen to her boisterous tones,
But it's hard to run with the devil at your heels,
This is my race to run alone.
I hear the wind blow,
Paid what I owe,
It's time to let go,
I won't stop running cuz I'm nowhere near the end.
I hear the wind blow,
Paid what I owe,
It's time to let go,
I hear the wind blow,
Paid what I owe,
It's time to let go,
I hear the wind blow,
Paid what I owe,
It's time to let go.
Children of the Road
Eyes fixed west,
Never rest,
You soon forget,
Any other way.
Watch the sun set,
With a cigarette,
You're not done yet,
No matter what they say.
Paper crowns,
Masks and gowns,
They've let you down,
It's all they've ever been.
Harsh and cold,
Your heart's too old,
For a youthful soul,
One doesn't have to win.
Given not a name,
Nor the luxury of pain,
It isn't love or equal game,
It's the road.
Cuz you're well armed,
With wit and charm,
Far from harm,
It's time to let it show.
So keep watch west,
You'll soon forget,
And finally rest,
The sun is getting low.
Given not a name,
Nor the luxury of pain,
It isn't love or equal game,
It's the road.
Well your race ain't run,
You ungodly sons,
Don't drink their poison,
Children of the road,
Children of the road
Rose
Plant me a rose out on the city street,
For all the times that we didn't meet.
I am yours,
I am yours.
Paint me the sky up on our bedroom wall,
For all the times we never spoke at all.
I am yours,
I am yours.
Sing me a song by the candlelight,
Sing it proud honey, sing it right.
I am yours,
I am yours.
Set your eyes as far as they can reach,
To greenest grasses and bluest seas.
I am yours,
I am yours,
I am yours,
I am yours.
