KEVIN COYNE LYRICS - B

 

Baby Billy (Kevin Coyne - Andreas Blüml) (UNDERGROUND)

I see your little face, watch your little smile.
Oh it lights up the room, you’re a little wild.
Kickin’ and pullin’
at the world that you see,
and let’s, let’s face it, you look a little like me.

Memory plays tricks and lets me down.
Don’t want it dark and gloomy when you’re around

Bring in the sunlight.
Takes the shadows from my face.
If I’m sad tonight, it’s just memory.
I’m thinkin’ positively about you and I, I hope you realise
When you get old enough you’ll see the love in my eyes.

Memory plays tricks and it gets me down.
I don’t want gloom and doom to come on round.
Go away.

This is happy occasion, all of us in this room
Every generation represented, represented here.
Oh the laughter when you tumble and you roll on the floor.
I’m full of emotion, I could cry, I can’t take much more.

Memory plays tricks and it gets me down.
Banish all the gloom and the doom. I don’t want it around.
Go away.

A little star, I know.
That's what you'll be.
When you get much older
I hope you’ll remember my memory.
Because when you're way up there, now don’t look down
Just remember the man with the grey hair who sometimes cast a frown

Memory plays tricks and it makes me sad.
Go away old memories, can’t all be bad.

Little boy, little boy, little boy, this is for you.
Oh! little boy, little boy, you know this is for you.
Little boy, oh! Little boy, this song is for you
Oh! Little boy, little boy, this song is for you.

It’s for you, just for you
Nobody else, just for you.
It’s for nobody else,
But you.


Baby Blue (Robert Coyne/Kevin Coyne - 1993) (TOUGH AND SWEET)

Oh Baby Baby Baby Blue, all the neighbours watching you, watching everything you do, your hat and your shoes

Oh Baby Baby Baby Blue, with your brand new BMW, all the style in the world, you're such an unhappy girl

Chorus: They say Claudette is your name, your cowboy husband is to blame, he's always running around with every girl in town.

Oh Baby Baby Baby Blue, all the neighbours watching you, criticising everything you do, your hat and your shoes

Oh Baby Baby Baby Blue, with your brand new BMW, all the style in the world, you're such an unhappy girl

Chorus - Solo - Chorus

Oh Baby Baby Baby Blue, I feel sorry for you, maybe you must fly away, down to that lonesome highway

Oh Baby Baby Baby Blue, pick up your hat and your shoes, there's nothing else you can do, got to run, Baby Baby Blue

Baby Blue (ad lib)


Back Home Boogie (Hans Pukke/Kevin Coyne - 1987) (STUMBLING ONTO PARADISE)

Reeperbahn on Saturday night, some blonde guy wants to start a fight

Standing in the pourring rain, will I ever see England again?

Chorus:Got to find a way, got to find a way back home (x2).

Nurenberg, Tuesday afternoon, sitting in a cafe, a cafe of doom

Nobody here wants to talk to me, must be I got a disease

Chorus

Lufthansa, care for me, give me a ticket for free (x2)

Chorus

Munich, Wenesday afternoon, railway station, sitting in a little room

Somebody's talking to me, leave me alone and let me be cause

Chorus (x2)


Back to Church (Kevin Coyne/Dave Clague/Nick Cudworth - 1970) (THE CLUB RONDO)

I've seen the robes and I've seen the candles too

I've seen the paper, seen the ? and I've seen you

You're standing on the church yard

Your face all white with love

You think you have the key to mankind suffering

But don't you think I've suffered enough

You think you know how to go

You think you can have a world without any fun

But here I come and I don't believe like you

And a man in the sky wih a beard

Her you come again, you've got a big cross

It's a plastic and brown and wide

You have a device that you pull over your bedhead

It makes it wink in the night

And the saviour's on you bed spread


Ballad for Kevin (Kevin Coyne/Achim Goettert - 1993) (MANSION OF DREAMS)

You look for Paradise

You look for sea of perfect blue

And heaven in her eye

The mind wanderer has wandered from the shore

Can't find a puzzle, can't find it no more

He looks in your eyes and guess what he finds

The doors are open (x2)

He keeps on searching, this could be the time

Keeps on searching for perfect peace of mind

The doors are open (x2)

I was wondering which way to go

Has anybody listened to this crazy song?

I've been singing it all my life song

It goes round and round, no-one knows what's in my head

Sometimes it looks as if I should be dead

Doors are closed (x3)

And it's dark in here

The doors are closed and it's dark in here

Does anybody listen? You can see me spinning round

Little fat man on a high tide and he's singing down

Looking for an opening but the doors are closed (x2)

Doors are closed, I've locked them myself

Yes the doors are closed, I've locked them myself

Nobody to blame but myself (x2)

The doors are closed (repeat)

And there's nobody to blame but myself, I put myself upon this big high shelf, I put myself right up there on top of the rock, looking down at the sand and the boiling sea and all the energy was dying inside and the doors were closed, I closed the doors, I closed the doors myself


Banzai (Kevin Coyne/Steve Bull - 1982) (PØLITICZ)

Hanging out your washing

On the Siegfreid line

Looking for a future

A life divine

I don't know

How you really feel

When they ask you to give up your freedom

Working in the factory (x8)

Working everyday

The company looks after you

Give you a house and a view

After several years, you may be allowed to drink

You may be allowed to think, who knows?

But you're working, yes you're working, yes you're working, yes you're working, yes you're working

Waiting for the call (x2)

Banzai (x2)

Time to die

Banzai (x2) oh banzai

Diving on the long ships

Like our fathers did

Emperor's bidding

We must do his bid

We're waiting for a leader that's strong

Someone who can help us live our lives, live our lives

Someone to help us live our lives

Banzai (x3)

Prepare to die

Banzai

Working in the factory (repeat to fade)


Bavaria (Kevin Coyne/Nick Cudworth/Dave Clague - 1970) (THE CLUB RONDO)

Bavaria!

Bavaria!

Land of the Free

Land of the Free

Land of the beer

And Land of the knee bob

Bav--oh, I can't go on with this, it's ridiculous. Anyway, this is how they did it, no, this is genuine, they did go on like this in Hitler Youth and in fact I'm warning you against it.

Bavaria. Think of it. Bavaria

You sure you don't know that Francisky...Francisco, that Bennett sings it. I don't know his first name, I think it's Don, Don Bennett. Anyway, I'll, I'm going home now, so if you remember that tune by Bennett, ah, drop 'round our house, my mother'll let you in, she's got her key, and, ah...come in, you can use me...no, anyway...I'm interested in people who know it, there's not many people who know that tune, Francisco. It's by Bennett, anyway. Goodnight! Goodnight


Beautiful City (Hans Pukke/Kevin Coyne - 1992) (BURNING HEAD)

This beautiful city I've built in my head

Sky above is blue, there's doves flying round

Corn on the ground, but it's a paradise for two

This beautiful city I've built in my head

Is lonely right now cause you ran away not so long ago

And there's no purpose left somehow

All those mountains I climbed just for you

Trying to get close

All those mountains I climbed just for you

Honey, you're the most

All those mountains I climbed just for you

Just to get close

All of these mountains I climbed just for you

Don't mean a thing now

This beautiful city I've built in my head

It's got the clouds around, everything's dark

I can't see since you're not around

All those mountains I've climbed for you

Just to get close

All those mountains I've climbed just for you

They don't mean a thing now, no, no

All those mountains I've climbed just for you

Just to get close

All those mountains I've climbed just for you

Honey, you're the most

All those mountains I've climbed just for you

Just to get close

All those mountains I've climbed just for you

They don't mean a thing

This beautiful city I've built in my head

Walls are tumbling right down, clouds up above

There's no real love, nothing when you're not around

All those mountains I've climbed just for you

Just to get close

All those mountains I've climbed just for you

Oh you're the most

All those mountains I've climbed just for you

Just to get close

All those mountains I've climbed just for you

They don't mean a thing


Bennett and Packet (Kevin Coyne/Nick Cudworth/Dave Clague - 1970) (THE CLUB RONDO)

Does anybody know... "I Left My Heart in San Francisco"? Anybody know it? No? He does it, you know...Bennett. He's with that trumpet player, he's with that trumpet player Bobby Packet. Bennett and Packet, quite a combination. Does anybody know any marches, then? He were good, Souza...Souza, what was his name, Souza, John Phillip Souza, the march king. Aye, that's it, that's a march...now, this is what... now I was talking earlier about Hitler. Now he was a big one for marches, wasn't he? In fact he got all the people mesmerized...with his marching tunes. Here's one of them:

Hitler Youth!

Rise up!

No more pettifogging or libelous behaviour!

Hitler Youth!

Rise up!

No more scandalous artistic fantasies or ludicrous pressures from unknown sources!

Hitler Youth you'd better rise up!

No more bourgeoisie pretenses or nonsense about factotums or flippancy!

In fact, Hitler Youth, rise up!

And march for the Fatherland through all the Slavic territories and other places wherein persons live of dubious character!

In fact, we will march!


Best Friend (Kevin Coyne - 1990) (ROMANCE ROMANCE )

Sitting in a corner with her silly fat friends

Waiting for the doom, we're waiting for the end

My wife is in the kitchen, sitting in the dark

I'm out in the big world surrounded by sharks

Chorus: I need a best friend, she'll never let me down (x2)

I need a best friend, she'll never she'll never she'll never she'll never she'll never let me down.

No she won't never, never

Somewhere in the distance a little voice calls

I'm down in the West End, my back against the wall

In some smoky club I just have ??

I might be made to crumble, I might be made to fall

Chorus (x2)

Standing alone, I haven't got a girl friend

Maybe this is the last time, this is the end

The door will be closed and I'll be locked out

She won't even hear me when I wail and shout

Chorus

Looking for my keys, they don't work, the door's locked, my best friend's let me down

My best friend's let me down

Where's my best friend? (x3)


Better than You (Kevin Coyne - 1979) (ARCHIVES )

When I saw your barbed wire smile in 1959, wasn't it a wonderful sight?

You were smiling in a dress of taffeta and your arms they were speckled and they were white

I was a schoolboy undressed and ready to pose, you remarked about the spot on my nose

But now I saw you in the Abbey National just two years ago and I can tell you I'm doing much much better than you

I'm doing much much better than you (x2)

You called me big head and you pulled my hair, you thought your Polish descent it made you tough

You said you think you're a giant in your class, your're just a dwarf and you're really not so rough

I'm doing better than you I'm doing better than you (x2)

Keep on writing out those cards, keep writing out those cards, ?? this is for you


Bewitched (Kevin Coyne - 1974) (JOHN PEEL AND BOB HARRIS)

Baby I'm bewitched ?? (x2)

You left my home and you took my children

Honey oh I'm dying, I'm flying (x2)

I had my share of trouble, had my share of crying

Well you may not know, I'm living in a tent

You left a lot of bills, you didn't pay the rent

I said baby I'm bewitched ?? really (x2)

You left my home and you took my children

Well you may not know, I'm living in a tent

You left a lot of bills, you didn't pay the rent

I said baby I'm bewitched ??

You left my home, you took away my children

Bewitched ?? (x4)

Come on home


Be your Sugar Daddy (Kevin Coyne/Brendan Croker - 2002) (LIFE IS ALMOST WONDERFUL)

I'll be you sugar daddy if you let me keep my cat (x2)

It's got a little pinky nose, wears a sweet yellow bow

I'll be you sugar daddy if you let me keep my cat

Be you sugar daddy if you let me keep my clothes (x2)

Some of them are very old, got buttons missing too

I'll be you sugar daddy if you let me keep my clothes

I'll be you sugar daddy if you let me keep my cat

Be you sugar daddy if you let me keep my cat

It's got a little pinky nose, wears a sweet yellow bow

I'll be you sugar daddy if you let me keep my cat


Big Fat Bird (Kevin Coyne - 2004) (DONUT CITY )

Somebody up there just might like me

A big fat bird sitting on a ledge, his head a ball of fire (2x)

Down below the flames they curl, they twist and turn and burn (2x)

(repeat everything several times)


Big Money Man (Kevin Coyne - 1984) (LEGLESS IN MANILLA)

Got me crawling cross bedrooms

Got me crawling cross floors

Got me screaming at windows

Tapping on strange people's doors

Got me lying to myself

Telling lies all the time

You tell me you don't love me

But I don't really mind

Chorus: Big money man, where do I stand, where do I stand with you? Nowhere, nowhere

Big money man, where do I stand, where do I stand with you?

I said now boo hoo hoo I'm crying

I'm crying all the time

You sold me down the river

You sold me down the line

You got me creeping across corners

Knocking on strange people's doors

I'm paying for you carpets

I'm paying for your floor

Chorus

Oh I know I'm screaming and I'm doing it all the time

But give me some kind of holiday

Maybe by 'the Serpentlne'

Where I can sleep away my hours

Forget about people like you

You may have all the money

But what are you going to do?

Chorus (ad lib)


Big Pistol Momma (Kevin Coyne/Nick Cudworth - 1971?) (RABBITS)

Alright, oh let it go, alright, alright, alright

I met her out in the city

I thought it was such a pity

She didn't even try

Didn't even turn her eyes

Left me crying, lying on a garbage can

I met her out in the country

I thought it was rather funny

She just passed me by

Didn't even turn her eyes

Left me bleeding, feeding on a garbage can

Chorus: Big Pistol Momma come home (x4)

Big Pistol Momma, you've got all the guns I need.

Oh that pistol shines Momma, so bright Momma, like a loin Momma, alright

I met her up in the sky

She was learning to fly

She said: "How do I do this thing?"

I said: "You have to have wings Momma

Don't leave me ?? floating on a garbage can"

Chorus


Big White Bird (Kevin Coyne - 1976) (HEARTBURN)

We are all on a boat

And the boat it floats

Across our dreams that we're learning

Though we fought and we sought

But we never truly thought

Of all our dreams that have been burning

We sleep then we wake

I look at you, you turn away

With a face so black and full of yearning

So don't you trap my golden wings

Cause my wings are golden things

Made to fly, made to cry

And made to die for you

You've got to live, live your life

Don't take out pistols and knives

Just live, live your life

And you'll be learning

You've got to live, live your life

Don't take out pistols and knives

Just live, live your life

And you'll be learning, learning, learning, learning, learning


Bimbo (Kevin Coyne - 1979) (ARCHIVES )

I read in the papers there were robbers, they raped and pillaged all day, they never ever worked, and they stole people's money away

I heard they blamed you, they said it was your fault, you didn't get enough lemon juice and you didn't eat enough salt

Chorus: Poor, poor Bimbo.

Spoke to my mother on the telephone, she said it was the same where she lived, they woudn't work on the roads, and they wouldn 't stoop their backs to dig

They were far too strong now and they should all be sent away

Chorus

So I pass you in the street now, I do it regularly everyday and my stares at you won't make your stares go away

I'm a little ignorant, you must touch my hand, and those of my parents, who can never understand

Rely on the children, I hope they understand. Rely on the children. God knows they've got to understand


Bird Brain (Robert Coyne/Kevin Coyne - 1999) (SUGAR CANDY TAXI )

Hey little bird brain, driving me insane, give me a little kiss, you naughty little miss

Hey little bird brain, I've had enough, I've had enough of your funky stuff

Hey little bird brain, you're putting me down, I'm jaded and I'm tired and I've lost my crown

Hey little bird brain, chasing you around, they're laughing at me all over town, all over town

Laughing at me all over town (x4) I'm about to explode (x3)

Everybody knows you're breaking my heart

Hey little bird brain, I've had enough of all your tricks, all that dirty stuff

Hey little bird brain, now leave me alone, I'm better in my little house, living on my own

Hey little bird brain, you're wearing me out, I'm exploding, you've got me everywhere, upside down, inside out, everywhere, upside, inside, out , got me

Oh leave me alone (x4)

I'm better off on my own, leave me alone (ad lib)


Black Cloud (Kevin Coyne - 1984) (LEGLESS IN MANILLA)

Black cloud's hanging over my head, raining all night long (x2)

Chorus: One day there's going to be sunshine, glory all around

One day there's going to be sunshine and I'll be heaven bound, I'll be heaven bound.

Black cloud it keeps on following me across the rain and snow

Black cloud it keeps on following me everywhere I go

Chorus

Go away now black cloud, stop following me

I don't want you near us, my friend and me

Chorus

Black cloud's hanging over my head, raining all night long (x2)

Raining all night long

Go away now black cloud, stop following my friend and me

Go away now black cloud, I don't want you, can't you see that

Chorus

Maybe heaven bound, I hope we're heaven bound, black clouds all around


Black Minnie (Kevin Coyne - 1969-70) (LET'S DO IT)

Black Minnie (x2)

Please don't wreck my life

Once was my school friend and then my wife

Black Minnie (x2)

Please don't break my ??

You are mine and you don"t turn me into your fool

You got legs so big

Oh they reach so high

Black towers ducking at the top of the sky

You treat me so mean

I wonder why you do

I've seen a lot of men they got their eyes on you

So Black Minnie

Oh Black Minnie

Please don't break my ??

I'm you lover boy, I'm not your fool

I love you baby oh yes I do

But all those sneakers around tell me you're not true

You keep on running all around the town

Don't do me no favours cause you're black and brown

Black Minnie (x2)

Waiting outside your door

I'm gonna slap you down, knock you down to the floor

I'm gonna get a steal knife

Cleave your head in two

Blood will spew out, spew all over you

Black Minnie (x2)

You'd better behave

I want you to be my school friend, my boyfriend and my slave

Oh yeah


Blame, Blame, Blame (Kevin Coyne/Werner Steinhauser - 2004) (DONUT CITY )

Blame blame blame I always get the blame (4x)

Why are you smiling when you know I'm down

Why are you smiling when you know I'm very down

Why are you smiling when you know I'm down

Why are you smiling when you know I'm very down

Blame blame blame I always get the blame (4x)

Why do you lock me out when you know it rains (4x)

Blame blame blame I always get the blame (4x)

Why do you tell all those lies about me (4x)

Why do you always tell those terrible lies about me

Blame blame blame I always get the blame (4x)

One of these days I'm going to change everything going to take away your wedding ring I'm going to make you cry, gonna make you sing I'm going to treat you bad gonna make you mad and sad going to throw you in the river with all the fishes watch them eat you up and take you down I'm gonna watch you drown in that slime drown in that slime

Blame blame blame I always get the blame (four times)

Why don't you listen, listen when I cry why don't you listen to me


Blame It On The Night (Kevin Coyne - 1974) (BLAME IT ON THE NIGHT)

At night I see a great big tree

An icy waterfall on me

Oh I blame it on the night

Yes I blame it on the night

Well I blame it on the night

The Virgin Mary by my bed

Eyes full of tears, patting my head

Oh I blame it on the night

Yes I blame it on the night

Oh I blame it on the night

A laughing face at every pane

The sight, the sight of a bloody rain

Oh I blame it on the night (x3)

Those yellow gates - the big white walls

Look at the snow - just how it falls

Oh I blame it on the night

Oh I just blame it on the night

Oh I blame it on the night

Blame it on the night oh oh

Blame it on the night

The night is not right

Why don't you blame it on the night?

So if you think you thought you knew

Look at me - I don't know what to do

I only blame it on the night (x3)

So I think I'm rich and I think I'm poor

I see that crystal emerald door

And I blame it on the night

It's just a dream

Yes I blame it on the night

Oh I blame it on the night

Fetch me something that is real

A big teddy bear that I can feel

Oh I blame it on the night

Where's my mummy? I blame it on the night

We all blame it on the night

We all blame the night

We all blame the night

The night is right, there is no light

You can blame it - blame it on the night

Blame it on the night


Blast of Glory (Friedl Pohrer/Kevin Coyne - 1995) (CRAZY FRANK)

I've had the warning from my tiger brain

This boy's mad, he's insane

I've had the warning but I don't care

I've had a warning, going to smash this chair

I've had a warning in my living room

I'll break the windows, smash this living room

I've had the warning from suburbia, I've had the warning, dont listen, don't care

I'm going out on a blast of glory (x2)

I'm going out, I'm going to scream at them all

I've had a warning from the doctor over there, I've had a warning, it says please take care

I've had a warning but I am deaf, I've had a warning, all I do is laugh

I'm going out on a blast of glory (x2)

I'm going out, I'm leaving this a crazy life

Born crazy? Maybe that's the truth?

I'm going out on a blast of glory (x3), the whole world will know my story


Blood In The Night (Kevin Coyne-Steve Lamp-Martin Normington-Dave Sheen - 1979) (ARCHIVES )

You give me an artifical smile, which means you won't be smiling in a while

You 've drunk too much, you don 't know wrong from right, it means there's going to be blood in the night

You're cursing every dream you ever owned, and if I say yes then you're bound to say no, I'm so afraid that I've turned out the light, I can smell blood in the night

Oh you 're screaming down my telephone for the third day running your're all alone, what you have is you're particular blight, it's all to do with bleeding in the night, oh bleed

Well you know I was supposed to be your very good friend, but then there comes a point when I reach a bend, I turn right back and and the message I send is

No more blood in the night (x2), please get it right (x2)

Now you were my friend, what happened to my friend? (x2)

No more blood in the night (x2), stop bleeding (repeat)


Blow Us All Up (Kevin Coyne/Michael Lipton - 2004) (DONUT CITY )

The man on the T.V. got a hole in his soul doesn't like to jump and jive never understood rock and roll he wants to hit and hurt everybody he wants to blow us ail up bang!

The man on the T.V. never went to a real school his mother had all the money so he could sit around and play the fool he just wants to hit and hurt everybody he wants to blow us ail up bang!

The man on the T.V. he's the biggest in the land won't even look in my direction won't even shake my hand I'm a rebel and he doesn't like rebels he wants to blow me up bang! (5x)

The man on the T.V. he's smiling right now turning to his wife who is pretty and looks like a cow looks like a stranger from outer space looks very strange to me in fact the whole situation doesn't make sense at all


Blues is Killing me (Kevin Coyne - 1969-71?) (THE SIREN YEARS)

Has anybody seen my baby?

I wanna know cause since she ain't here

I gotta go

Find myself another baby

No matter where she may be

Chorus: Cause I've got the blues, I've got the blues, blues is killing me.

If she passes through your town

Give her some clothes

Take her in for the evening

Make sure she's alright

I need that baby

Oh to look after ?? for me

Chorus

From Memphis to Northern, there's a 36 hours ride

I gotta find that baby ??

I'm leaving tomorrow

Don't know when I'll return to stay

Chorus

Bury my body by the highway sign

So when she passes by

She can see it there

Please don't call in

Telling her I try to find peace of mind

Chorus

Gave up ??

I've giving up singing

I can't sing, my head is ringing

I'm working all day

I gotta leave tomorrow, bye bye baby

Chorus


Blue suit (poem) (Kevin Coyne - 1969-70) (LET'S DO IT)

You blue suit, lying head across the desk, tired

You carry secrets concerning various persons known and unknown

Who I detest and love

Your love is maybe buried in the flesh crevices in your gross and rounded belly

Your love is probably carried on the lips of every mean and grasping woman from here to heaven

People I both detest and love

People who lounge in swivel chairs and make monkey faces at ugly people

People who carry shopping bags for old ladies

People who squirm at the sight of dirt and truth

People who dance and sing

People who burry themsleves in cities and die

People who force other people to witness their crimes

People who hack and stab

People who dream about incest

People who cry in cold alleyways

You blue suit, you know the wonders of waiting outside your door

Wondrous, wasters, wondermen, potboilers, pickpockets and saints

You blue suit, you know the wasters are crying to enter

Humanity is pilling up

Flesh is touching flesh

Button holes are wilting for water

You blue suit, you know the wondermen are flexing their wonder bodies

Look out!

Take a peak, use your eyes

The vehicules of feeling they're having you

The trees are crammed with spectators

A helicopter is fairing people from the city

Blue suit, raise your weary head fro the desk

And step over to the window

Lift your heavy feet and drag them across the carpet

Everybody's ready blue suit

You blue suit, lying head across desk, tired

You carry secrets concerning various persons known and unknown

Who I detest and love

You blue suit, you know the potboilers are boiling their pots

You blue suit, you know the pickpockets are waiting to pick the pockets of every man and woman in the crowd

You blue suit, you know the saints are waiting with prayers and hymns

You have to much to cope with, blue suit

Listen to the door bell ringing

Where does your love really live, blue suit?

In your gross and rounded belly

Doesn't really belong to you, does it?

I think it's a special work of some reknown craftman

What about those mean and grasping ladies?

They don't really care about you

Do they?

I think your head and body are ready to burst

It won't be long before you swell up like a barrage ballon and explode

I'm still waiting, blue suit

The crowd is growing every minute

You want me to tell them to go away?

Blue suit

Perpetual motion magnificent

The man who took all the nasty birds and hid them away

The man who cut all the telephone wires and isolated himself

You blue suit, you know that the human frame is a canvas ?? full of gas and wind

Blue suit, covered by a well pressed blue death coat

Did your woman press the death coat?

Did she buy it to hide the truth?

Ghoul?

No, blue suit is not a ghoul

He's not the whisky headed liar that the world thinks he is

Blue suit is a high kicking baby exposing his nappies and mins

Blue suit is the embrio who never developped

Blue suit is motherless and sad

Blue suit must have wetted the soaking thing

Are you ready blue suit?

Blue suit shambles, cross eyed crazy to the door

He falls heavily on the hard tiled corridor floor

Blue suit eventually reaches the main entrance

Chaos everywhere

The land is littered with overturned benches

The river has bursted its banks

And a dreadflul brown water is spoiling the paintwork on a new fire-station

A pack of wild dogs are busily devouring the flock of carrier pigeons

Sign post lie broken and mutilated

Blue suit, you were blind

Blue suit lived in a soft silent world of filing cabinets

The green tin monsters were his comrades

Foolish blue suit

Far away in the capital

The sucking thing is waiting

The sucking thing is preparing to visit you

With his man size vacuum cleaner

He will clear up the mess for you

The sucking thing will arrive tomorrow

Accompanied by clerks and boiler men

Don't worry blue suit

Run to your car

Walk to your car

Crawl to your

Oh just get to your car and drive away

Tomorrow it will be different

The mess will be gone

And the prisoners will all be recaptured


Boogie Song (Kevin Coyne - 1984) (ZECHE, BOCHUM DEC 21 1984)

Dance ballerina, all night long, dance away to the Boogie Song

Surely you can take it, surely you can make it

Surely you just can't beak it

I'll dance with you when you'll dance with me

Everybody's ?? than new and me

Dance away all through the night, I love you and the time is right

Dance ballerina, all night long, dance away to the Boogie Song (x2)

Hit it, don't miss it, come on shake it, you can take it

It's easy, let it shine, you don't have to sit down and cry

Dance away all night long, dance away to the Boogie Song

Show them you can make it, show them you can take it

Show them it's alright, yes it is

Dance ballerina, all night long, dance away to the Boogie Song (x2)

You're alright, everything's OK

We're going to dance to the break of day

Six foot two and looking right down on me

I'm alright honey, total ecstasy

Shake it up, shake it alright

We're gonna boogie every night

Come on down and dare to see

Alright, tonight it's you and me

Dance ballerina, all night long, dance away to the Boogie Song (x2)

Dance, dance, dance all night

You know it's not like boogie all night

Dance ballerina all night


Born crazy (Friedl Pohrer/Kevin Coyne - 1995) (CRAZY FRANK)

Born crazy, got voices in my head, prophets from paradise talking from the dead

My mother she said son you're crazy, you've got to stop

I said I cant help it, heaven's in my brain and it makes me jump and hop

Like a sparrow on the wing I was born to sing

Chorus: I was born crazy, born born crazy (x2)

Everybody talks to me like I was totally mad

They whisper in corners, they say he's out of control

The devil's got him, captured him and it's eating up his soul

Chorus

I can feel it coming. The iceman runs his pearly fingers over my brow, a voice inside me says, you'll get through, you'll get through somehow but I don't always understand why it takes so long, why can't I always live in paradise and sing happy songs?

Chorus (ad lib)


Born in 1944 (Kevin Coyne - 1979) (ARCHIVES )

Fledgeling in my underwear, standing by a little chair, waiting for your first response, lonely, cold as snow

Hoping like my mother for a dream that became a nightmare, that became nowhere, don't let me make the same mistake

Wrestling with my conscience now, somehow I'm alone, waiting for the answer now, when I look to the sky, there's nobody home

Screaming and talking like, like she used to do, like they used to do in 1944

Little boys all dressed in grey suits, polished ankle length boots, cast off clothing for a cast off life, I don't believe this could happen to my wife

Waiting for the same recall, the same screaming in the hall, the same set of walls, oh we're free, free

Little boys in the grey suit, wearing those ankle length boots, 1944, don't let it happen again, I can't stand it no more

Everybody knows the score, who was born in 1944, who was poor, I don't want to hear it anymore


Boys Boys (Bob Ward/Kevin Coyne - 1979) (ELVIRA )

Boys, boys, talk about men, talk about men, six feet ten, curly hair and staring eyes, always telling terrible lies, leaving you and longing you, begging you and pleading you, I don't know what they do, God knows what they do

I know that they've made me cry, I know that they've made me fly, I know that they've made me sing, given me a pair of paper wings and bumt me down

Boys, boys, talk about men, talk about men, six feet ten, curly hair and staring eyes, plenty of perpetua llies, they give you a smile they own you, they give you a smile, they say they own you (x3) I give them wings, I give them flight, I'm sick of the lying, I want to live, I don't want to die and be burnt down

Girls, girls, talk about girls, talk about girls with diamonds and pearls, talk about girls as stiff as wood, talk about girls, they're no good

Help me now, where are my friends? Where are the ones that should be here? I'm struggling on my own, , I'm crying, I'm crying here, I'm crying here

You shoud have the wings to fly (x2), don't ever cry, show them your face (x2), don 't let them burn you down

Boys, boys, talk about men, talk about men six feet ten, talk about eyes, talk about hair, talk about this, that and there

Abusing me, losing me, wanting me. Do you want me? Does he want me? (x3). I don 't care


Brandy In My Tea (Kevin Coyne/Nick Cudworth/Dave Clague - 1970) (THE CLUB RONDO)

(spoken intro)

Hello,

I'd like to do a number now that... well, I first did this when I was a child of about twelve...since then, I've grown up a little, got to understand the meaning of the words and...now, really, this song is my life, it really...it really sums up all I believe in...

Brandy in my tea

A drop of water

The little host is walking by

London in the moonlight

And you and I in love

Looking at the sun

I see a great paper ball

Little ships of love

All my love starts to fall

All the ?? above

Tell we're in love

I've got brandy in my tea

A little more

Yeah!


Britisher Cowboy (Kevin Coyne - 2002) (ONE DAY IN CHICAGO)

Well I’m waiting for love, waiting for you, it’s always the same

You say you want to kiss me for evermore then you forget my name

You’ve got so many boyfriends, so many you know

And the one I hate is the one who came in last night without any clothes

But

A million kisses, a million kisses (x3)

The guy had no clothes

Well I’m shoveling shit in my way, I’m crawling along

I even got, even the lyrics right in this little love song

I’m abused and accused of not caring at all

But I love you although I’m not always here, I always answer your calls

I do!

A million kisses, a million kisses (x3)

I always answer your calls

I’m a Britisher cowboy singing a typically British song

With a miserable ending, maybe a miserable ending

It won’t go on for much longer

I’m almost done with it, done with your love

But I still dream of you every night, every night, almost every night, some nights I don’t dream of you at all, but the ones I do are very pleasant I have to say despite the abusing me, accusing me and all that, I’ll still send you, like I do regularly

A million kisses, a million kisses (x3)

I’ll send you regularly

OK, that’s me today, brain gone

(a big thank you to Jon Langford)


Brothers of Mine (Kevin Coyne - 1978) (DYNAMITE DAZE)

Brothers of mine, brothers of mine, why, why, why are you laughing at me?

Brothers of mine, brothers of mine, why are your hands concealing the hatred in you mouth?

Brothers of mine, brothers of mine, what have I done to deserve so much pain from you?

Brothers of mine, brothers of mine, it's raining, it's raining, it's raining, raining raining raining raining raining on top of my head

Chorus: Workers of the world unite to put the poor boy down (x4)

Brothers of mine, brothers of mine, you're building the crucifix, the crucifix in the market square

Brothers of mine, brothers of mine, oh they're lining up the people, lining up the people to watch and stare, stare

Brothers of mine, hold by my hands, take me out, take me out, take me out

Brothers of mine, brothers of mine, ?? take away my heart and soul, you got me tired

Chorus

Put him down down down (x3)

Brothers of mine


Bungalow Song (the) (Kevin Coyne - 1991) (WILD TIGER LOVE)

Creepy wallpaper is creeping round on me, I can look, I can see through the windwow at a naked tree and there's a woman in an alcove, she's drunk and she's staring right back at me, she's almost as mad and almost as sad and almots as bad as me. I go to work each day and I never see a single thing, I just see a woman and I hear a bell and I hear a dog and I hear something ring, I'm so conlused, it's five o'clock, I got to go home, I got to find a place to rest, I got to get home, I got to flind you, you're the one I love the best

Chorus: I got to get back home to the one I love (x3) to that bungalow by the sea

I hear telephones ringing almost day and night, I can see the people out in the streets, there's skinheads and everybody and they all start to fight, bike-chains swinigng, everbodys swinging and everybody's singing but nobody loves each other, this is a crazy place to be most of the time, most of the time, most of the time and I know you don't love me and you don't want to see me and you don't want to hear me, you can't touch me because I'm diseased, it seems, this is a city dream and it's driving me mad, each day it comes to me and I feel your love getting closer, that's why

Chorus

I didn't make a million, I didn't make a single thing, in fact, I'm in debt at the bank and everytime I hear a cash register ring I think of a Rolls Royce and a lot of style and a holiday somewhere but I can't even afford to pay even the price of the train and I know that if I keep on worrying about all this money in the bank (ah I ain't got no money anyway, I've got to be frank) that it stinks down here and I'm in the rat race now, I want to feel the sand between my toes

Chorus

You might think I'm going a litlle bit crazy and all but you know when I get like this and I'm starting to crawl and crawl, there's only one thing I know, I've got to call you and all, I've got to hear you sweet loving voice once again, I got to hear you talk to me, speak to me, squeak to me, breath to me through those wires, every night, it keeps me alive, it keeps me right, I can hear you now and it feels so good, lift up the telephone, its home, its home and I'm not alone

Chorus (x4)

It's calling me


Burn (poem) (Kevin Coyne - 1982) (POETRY NIGHT)

What do you know, what do you fear

You don't even see you're not even real

You're burning, you're burning, you're burning and I'm burning too

You can shout for days and days, show me your little pathetic ways

But you're still the same, I can see your name, I can see you, you're over there

You want money money money (x4)

But you're not going to get any from me

I'm not going to burn, burn me

Because I'm ??

And I know, I can smell you when you're holding a knife

You don't even touch me, you don't even say, you don't

You don't even touch me, you don't even say, you don't even touch me anyway

Oh you can keep on fighting but you're wrong, you're wrong, you're wrong

You're wrong


Burning Head (Hans Pukke/Kevin Coyne - 1992) (BURNING HEAD) or Burning Head II (Kevin Coyne/Robert Coyne/Eugene Coyne/Hans Pukke - 1993) (TOUGH AND SWEET)

Screaming in the kitchen, there's noises in the hall, I can see things crawling down the walls

There's a shadow in the bedroom, it's mighty big, I wonder who it is, I wonder who it is

Ah the bogey man comes, ah the bogey man comes

Chorus: I've got the burning head now, I've got the worms in the brain (x2).

Ah mercy

I'rn walking in the park with my best best girl, she's the one I really love, she's out of this world

She's wearing a mask, a painted head, she's looking at me, she wants to strike me dead

Chorus

Ah mercy, ah mercy, mercy

Mercy, mercy, mercy, burning head

Got the burning, burning head (x3)


Burning Head Suite (Kevin Coyne - 1979) (ROCKPALAST)

We're all searching for something (x2)

Yes we're all searching for something

Burning heads (x4)

We're all searching for something

We're all looking for something

Yes we're all looking for something

Burning heads (x4)

Burning (reprat)

We're all searching for something

We're all looking for something

Yes we're all searching for something

Burning heads (x7)

Searching (x2)

Burning heads

Burning (reprat)


But I Love You (Steve Smith/Robert Coyne/Kevin Coyne - 1999) (ROOM FULL OF FOOLS)

Your leather jacket hangs on that peg, on that wall

You left it when you left in a rush, last winter

I believe you might return one sunny day

But since you've gone I just wail and wail the nights away

I sing songs of disillusion and despair

I touch the walls and somehow, I'm touching your hair

One fine day, one fine day you 'll come home

But at this moment in time, I know I'll have to stay alone

I play records, I hope you hear them through the door

As you pass in the corridor, I hear your footsteps on that parquet floor

The rattle of change in your sweeet little leather bag

You changed from the princeess of my heart into a hag

But I love you, yes I do, but I love you, yes I do, but I love you, yes I do, yes I do

But I love you, yes I do (x2), yes I do (x3)


But You Do (Robert Coyne/Kevin Coyne - 2002) (CARNIVAL)

I don't know why you get me like you do, don't know why you get me like you do (x2), but you do (x3)

I don't know why you crush my heart (x3), but you do (x3)

I don't know why I'm living like this (x3), oh come on over and give me a kiss (x4)

I don't know why you do me like you do, I don't know why, honey, you do me like you do, I don't know why you do me like you do, but you do (x3)

I don't know why I'm feeling like this (x3), come on over and give me a kiss (x4)


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