Swords

"Sword"
  1. Good Looking Man About Town
  2. Don't Make Fun Of Daddy's Voice
  3. If You Don't Like Me, Don't Look At Me
  4. Ganglord
  5. My Dearest Love
  6. The Never-Played Symphonies
  7. Sweetie Pie
  8. Christian Dior
  9. Shame Is The Name
  10. Munich Air Disaster 1958
  11. I Knew I Was Next
  12. It's Hard To Walk Tall When You're Small
  13. Teenage Dad On His Estate
  14. Children In Pieces
  15. Friday Mourning
  16. My Life Is A Succession Of People Saying Goodbye
  17. Drive-In Saturday
  18. Because Of My Poor Education

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Good Looking Man About Town

I'm not running away
I'm running to
Corruption of the spirit isn't in it
For a good looking man about town

Are you afraid of someone alive?
Are you feeling heartbroken
Because you'll never be mistaken for a
Good looking man about town?

You got your degree then you flew to Mars
But you still feel wretched 'cause
You'll never be naked with a
Good looking man about town

Are you afraid of someone alive?
Are you scared to death
Of even looking at the flesh of a
Good looking man about town?

Hear the gang say
Marry me, marry me

On the midnight street
No moon and no stars
No one around to calm you down
And to soften the stings to my heart

The dream is sand in my hands
The dream becomes sand in my hands


Don't Make Fun Of Daddy's Voice

Long ago, when he was
Young and restless
Suddenly, Daddy saw
The beckoning finger of fate

Don't make fun of Daddy's voice
Because he can't help it
When he was a teenage boy
Something got stuck in his throat

When you are young
You crave affection
And it can come
From the strangest direction

Don't make fun of Daddy's voice
Because he can't help it
When he was a teenage boy
Something got stuck in his throat

Don't make fun of Daddy's voice
Because he can't help it
When he was a teenage boy
Something got stuck in his throat

No te divirtes con papi
No te divirtes con papi
No te divirtes con papi
...


If You Don't Like Me, Don't Look At Me

Run, run young man, through the glen
Run young woman, through the glen
See if I care, see if I care, see if I care
See if I care, see if I care, see if I care

If you don't like me, then don't look at me
There must be somebody else who can take your gaze a ways
If you don't like me, then don't look at me
There must be somebody else who can take your gaze a ways

Run, run young man, through the glen
Run young woman, through the glen
And see if I care, see if I care, see if I care
See if I care, see if I care, see if I care

If you don't like me, then don't look at me
There must be somebody else who can take your gaze a ways
If you don't like me, then don't look at me
There must be somebody else who can take your gaze a ways
A ways, a ways, a ways, a ways

If you don't want me, you don't have to have me
I just thought you might feel the same, that's all
If you don't want me, you don't have to have me
I just thought you might feel the same, that's all
That's all, that's all, that's all, that's all, that's all


Ganglord

Ganglord, the police are
Kicking their way into my house
And haunting me, taunting me
Wanting me to break their laws

Ganglord, the police are
Kicking their way into my house
And haunting me, taunting me
Wanting me to break their laws

And I'm turning to you
To save me
And I'm turning to you
To save me

Ganglord, the police are
Grinding me into the ground
The headless pack are back
Small boy jokes and loaded guns

Ganglord, the police are
Grinding me into the ground
The headless pack are back
Small boy jokes and loaded guns

And I'm turning to you
To save me
And I'm turning to you
To save me, save me, save me, save me
To save me, save me
To save me, save me, save me, save me, save me
To save me

Gandlord, there's a clock on the wall
Making fun of us all
Ganglord, the clock on the wall
Makes a joke of us all

And I'm turning to you
To save me
And I'm turning to you
To save me, save me, save me, save me, save me
To save me, save me
To save me, save me, save me, save me, save me
To save me

Ganglord, remember
The police can always be bribed
Ganglord, remember
The police can always be bribed

They say, 'To protect and to serve'
But what they really mean to say is
Get back to the ghetto, the ghetto
Get back to the ghetto, the ghetto
Get yourself back to the ghetto, the ghetto
Get yourself back to the ghetto, the ghetto
Get yourself back to the ghetto


My Dearest Love

These tears I'm wailing
I spill not without reason
Remove them

My dearest love
My

Take me to the place I've been dreaming of
Where the grotesquely lonely
Meet the grotesquely lonely
And they whisper just very softly

Please, be mine, dearest love
Be my dearest love, be my dearest love
I have hung on, hung on, hung on
For one hundred years

For someone to shake me
Someone to wake me if necessary
Someone to break me

My dearest love
My dearest love
My dearest love

My dearest love
My dearest love
My dearest love


The Never-Played Symphonies

Reflecting from my death bed
I'm balancing life's riches
Against the ditches
And the flat grays in between
All I can see are the never laid
That's the never played symphonies

I can't see those who tried to love me
Or those who felt they understood me
And I can't see those who
Very patiently put up with me
All I can see are the never laid
Of the never played symphonies

You were one, you meant to be one
And you jumped into my face
And laughed and kissed me on the cheek
And then were gone forever, not quite

Black sky in the daytime
And I don't much mind dying
When there is nothing left
To care for anymore
Just the never laid
The never played symphonies

You were one, you knew you were one
And you slid right through my fingers
No, not literally but metaphorically
And now you're all I see as the light fades


Sweetie Pie

Sweetie pie, I've fallen in love
And the joke is on me and the sun's given up
I'm depending on you to see I get safely
To the port where my heart is too lost to find
And will be there to meet you when it's your time

Sweetie pie, I'm ending my life
Because I've fallen in love and enough is enough
I'm depending on you to see I get safely
To the port where my heart is too lost to find
And will be there to meet you when it's your time

Sweetie pie, how I feel in my mind
And how I live in the world? They are oceans apart
I'm depending on you to see I get safely
To the port where my heart is too lost to find
And will be there to meet you when it's your time


Christian Dior

Christian Dior, you wasted your life
On aroma and clothes, fabric and dyes
Christian Dior, you wasted your life
On grandeur and style, and making the poor, rich smile

You could have run wild on the backstreet's of Lyon
Or Marseilles, reckless and legless and stoned
Impregnating women or kissing mad street boys from Napoli
Who couldn't even write their own name

Christian Dior, you wasted your life
Sensually stroking the weaves of a sleeve

You could have run wild on the backstreet's of Lyon
Or Marseilles, reckless and legless and stoned
Impregnating women or kissing mad street boys from Napoli
Who couldn't even spell their own name

Oh, Christian Dior
Oh, Christian Dior

When you look at me, failure is all that you see
I discipline my days just like Christian Dior

I could've run loudly and proudly or forcible entry
And morally bankrupt and never non-violent
And drawn to what scares me, and scared of what bores me
Years alone will never be returned, Christian Dior

Lyonise maverick, ah
Design if you can, ah
The way to just be a man, ah
To just be a man, ah

Christian Dior
Christian Dior
Christian Dior
Christian Dior


Shame Is The Name

Shame is the name (x4)

Hey Boy, are you happy to be
a dim-ass teen on the spree?
You get drunk all day
and you're sick all night
Is this the sum of your life?

What's your name?
What's your name?
What's your dreams, your goals
your ambitions and aims?

He laughed and said:
"Shame is the name"
He said: "Shame is the name
Shame is the name"
He said: "Shame is the name"

Hey girl, are you happy to be
a dim-ass teen on the spree?
You get drunk all day
and you're sick all night
Is this all you was born for?

What's your name?
What's your name?
What's your dreams, your goals
ambitions and aims?

She laughed and said:
"Shame is the name"
She said: "Shame is the name
Shame is the name
Shame is the name"

Politician, can you listen
to yourself for just once in your life?
Because there's something you said
to mean soldiers are dead
Because the money you save
seniors are in their grave

Shame is the name (x4)
Shame makes the world go around (x4)


Munich Air Disaster 1958

We love them
We mourn for them
Unlucky boys of Red

I wish I'd gone down
Gone down with them
To where Mother Nature makes their bed

We miss them
Every night we kiss them
Their faces fixed in our heads

I wish I'd gone down
Gone down with them
To where Mother Nature makes their bed

They can't hurt you
Their style will never desert you
Because they're all safely dead

I wish I'd gone down
Gone down with them
To where Mother Nature makes their bed


I Knew I Was Next

So what do you think I am?
And how precisely could you tell
A decent skin is all I am?
People think badly of me
But one day maybe they'll praise
Oh, but meanwhile

I knew I was next and I didn't mind
Here I offer you my life for any debts you're due
And when you've been down for the very last time
There is nothing anyone can do to hurt you

The shadows of trees, they reach to me
They know a decent skin is all I am
People think badly of me
But when I'm in my grave maybe they'll praise
Oh, but meanwhile

I knew I was next and I didn't mind
Here I offer you my life for any debts you're due
And when you've been down for the very last time
There is nothing anyone can do to hurt you

Oh, but meanwhile

I knew I was next and I didn't mind
When you've been slapped around
And one more slap can't hurt you
And when you've been down for the very last time
There is nothing anyone can do to hurt you

I knew I was next and I didn't mind
When you've been slapped around
And one more slap can't hurt you
And when you've been down for the very last time
There is nothing anyone can say to hurt you


It's Hard To Walk Tall When You're Small

"I can kill standing still - it's easy
I can scare with a stare - it's easy"
Hey Ringo, it's sad though
Because it's hard to walk tall when you're small
Whether dressed in disciplined style, nevermind
When you're small you walk as if you're falling

"I attack from the back - because it's easy
And I can assail while wearing very nice jewellery"
Oh, hey Ringo, it's sad though
Because it's hard to walk tall when you're small
Whether dressed in disciplined style, nevermind
When you're small you spend your life crawling

"I burst into public bars
and I throw my weight around
And no one can even see me
No one can even see me
Nobody can see me
No one can see me"

"Success is just a mess!"
Oh, hey Gringo, it's sad though
because it's hard to walk tall when you're small
whether dressed in disciplined style, nevermind
when you're small you're bound to look appalling

"So compadre, please do this for me
Compadre, please weep for me
Compadre, compadre
Please, weep for me"


Teenage Dad On His Estate

You chase in the rat-race
And you always feel so hollow
You marry because it's expected of you
And it only makes you feel more lonely

But still you look down on the teenage dad on
On his estate
He's happy so leave him alone
With his baby
And his modest home
He's happy so leave him alone
With his Jensen Interceptor
It's just a runaround

You defer to the views of the television news
Let someone do your thinking for you
And you still buy a daily newspaper
And you find everything there but the news

And still you look down on the teenage dad on
On his estate
He's happy so leave him alone
With his baby
And his modest home
He's happy so leave him alone
With his Jensen Interceptor
It's just a runaround

You become your parents' parent
And you love them
But you can't help feeling used
And you hate the teenage dad on his estate
Because he's poor but he's happier than you
They're all laughing at you
You're a dipper, a slider, cart-horse provider
Nobody cares about you
Just as long as you're out there bringing it in
Despising the grin on the face of the boy
With the methadone
With his methadone
He's happy so leave him alone
With his methadone
He's happy so leave him alone


Children In Pieces

Children in pieces in Irish industrial schools
Nuns called mothers
And their Christian brothers
Kick the shit out of very frightened children

Judges and priests and police and cardinals
They look the other way
When the weekend comes
They'll make use of those

Children in pieces in Irish industrial schools
Nuns called mothers
And their Christian brothers
Kick the shit out of very frightened children

You say you wanna go home
You say you wanna be left alone
And so you turn to me

But instead of sympathy I find
My sentimental heart hardens
My sentimental heart hardens

Get your hands off me
Kid, you must be bad luck
My sentimental heart hardens


Friday Mourning

Friday mourning
I'm dressed in black
Douse the houselights
I'm not coming back
For years I warned you
Through tears I told you
Friday mourning
There comes a time
A flaw that breaks
This very smug mug of mine
This dawn raid
Soon put paid to all the things
I whispered to you at night time
And I will never stand naked
In front of you, or if I do
It won't be for a long time
Look once to me, Look once to me - then look away
Look once to me, Look once to me - then look away
And when they haul me down the hall
And when they kick me down the stairs
I see the faces all lined up before me
Of teachers and of parents
And bosses, who
All share a point of view
"You are a loser"
"You are a loser"

Friday / Friday mourning
Dressed in black
I won't be coming back
Friday / Friday mourning
Dressed in black
I won't be coming back


My Life Is A Succession Of People Saying Goodbye

My life is an endless succession
Of people saying goodbye
My life is an endless succession
Of people saying goodbye
And what's left for me?
What's left for me?

At one time the future
Did stretch out before me
But now
It stretches
Behind
And all of the best things in life are behind glass
Money
Jewelry
And flesh
And what's left for me?
What's left for me?


Drive-In Saturday

Let me put my arms around your head
It's hot, let's go to bed
And don't forget to turn on the light
Don't laugh, this will be alright

Going towards another phone
I'll ring and see if your friends are home
Perhaps the strange ones in the dome
Can lend us a book, we can read up alone

And try, try like once before
When people stared
In David Johansen's eyes and scored
Like the video films we saw

His name was always Buddy
And he'd shrug and he'd ask to stay
And she'd sigh like Chris the Wonder Kid
And turn her face away

She's uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she's got to have him
It's a crash course for the ravers
It's a drive-in Saturday

Jung the foreman prayed at work
Neither hands nor limbs would burst
It's hard enough to keep formation
'Mid this fall out saturation

Cursing at the Astronettes
That stand in seal by his cabinet
He's crashing out with Sylvian
The bureau supply for aging men

With snorting heads he gazes to the shore
Once it raged, the sea that raged no more
Like the video films we saw

His name was always Buddy
And he'd shrug and he'd ask to stay
And she'd sigh like Chris the Wonder Kid
And turn her face away

She's uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she really loves him
It's a crash course for the ravers
It's a drive-in Saturday

His name was always Buddy
And he'd shrug and he'd ask to stay
When she'd sigh like Chris the Wonder Kid
And she'd turn her face away

She's uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she really loves him
It's a crash course for the ravers
It's a drive-in Saturday

It's a drive-in Saturday
It's a drive-in Saturday
It's a drive-in Saturday


Because Of My Poor Education

Because of my poor education
I don't expect your invitation
A ship lost inches away from the bay

Because of my poor education
I can't endure my situation
This here is my bed and I must lie

Because of this strange indentation
I live my life without affection
Kindhearted view me and say
Thank God, that's not me

Once I was sure I had found my hero
And I allowed myself to think so
Reality is not real to me