KEVIN COYNE LYRICS - N

 

N.19-Astronomy Dominé (Kevin Coyne/Achim Goettert - 1999) OPERA FOR SYD

What can I find inside my head?

When I wake in the morning, crawl out of bed

I wait for sunshine, it never appears

I'm waiting for your laughter

Your laughter is near (x3)

I watch all your washing, it's out on the line

You're looking, you're crazy, you're looking at mine

You're counting my socks, you're counting my shoes

Everytime you bend over, you give me the blues

You give me the blues

I just can't move

I'm rooted to the spot

I'm cold and I'm hot (x6)

I'm cold and I'm hot (x8)

Achtung, there's a spider in the wardrobe (x3)

Achtung, there's a spider in my head, in my head, in my head, it's in my head,oh in my head, it's in my head, it's in my head, spider in my head, oh in my head, oh in my head


N.20-Chapter 24 (Kevin Coyne/Achim Goettert - 1999) OPERA FOR SYD

Dear blessed psycho, I've given you a chance

Oh dear blessed psycho, I've given you a chance

I prayed to you, I held you tight

I dreamed of you through ?? nights

Dear blessed psycho, I'm thinking of you (x2)

I've given you water, I've given you rain

I've given you the giggles and I've given you pain

I've given you everything, even my name

I've given you, I've given you

Dear blessed psycho, have you got it clear?

Is buzzing in your ear, the message buzzing in your ear

Dear blessed psycho, I've told you again

Oh dear blessed psycho, I have told you again

I've given you water, I've given you rain

I've given you laughter, I've given you pain

I've given you a message, the message is plain

Without no pain, there is no gain

Dear blessed psycho, you've got it really clear

Dear blessed psycho, you've got it loud in your ears

Come on now psycho, get up and dance

Do the dance, the lunatic dance

Dear blessed psycho, you've got it really clear

You've got that buzzing familiar in your ear

You can hear it, you can almost touch it (x2)

They're closing the doors, Sid (x2)

They won't let you out, they'll never let you out

They're closing the doors, Sid, they're closing the doors

They'll never let you out, they'll never let you out

No more high times, no more drugs

No more cocaine, no more laughter

No more night life, no cellars of blue

They've locked the doors, you can't go though (x3)

Alles geschlossen, you can't go though

Hey there, soul man, get that beat

I say hey there, soul man, you gotta get that beat

Can you hear it grooving? Going down the street

I gotta groove groove move, had to groove groove move

Hey there, soul man, it's deep to your boots

Hey there, soul man, you got it to your roots

Groove groove now (x2)

Groove groove groove now (x4)

Groove

It was a fantastic buttercup shining in my bedroom

At about twelve o'clock on July the 12th

I looked through the curtains

They were pink and ragged

I said, 'Sid, it's your birthday'

So I rang my mother

My mother said, 'Sid, you got to close the door

The crocodiles are coming down the River Thames

They're gonna get you, they're gonna eat you up

They're gonna eat you up like they eat me up, like they eat you up'

Now the bowl of tulips on the porch

My mother comes out, makes a cruel ??

She said, 'Son, go down, get buried on the ground

We don't want to hear you, you're a crazy boy, you're a crazy boy

And we're gonna bury you deeper and deeper than you ever knew

Under under under the ground

Till the crisp white daisies cover you

We're gonna bury you, bury you under the ground


N.21-Scarecrow (Kevin Coyne/Achim Goettert - 1999) OPERA FOR SYD

Cast aside the non-sense, the ??

If I hear you screaming, you'll drive me mad once more

Looking at the fishes in the gold fish bowl

My eyes wide open but I somehow lost my soul

Somehow lost my soul (x2)

I've got a bike, you can ride if you like (x8)

It's got a bell you can ring yet, a bell you can ring yet, you can ring the bell, you can ring the bell

It's got a bell you can ring yet, you can really ring, it's got a bell you can ring yet, you can ring the bell

It's got a bell you can ring yet, you can really ring it, you can really ring it, you can ring the bell (x2)

You can ride my bike if you like, it's a beautiful bike if you like (x2)

The wheels go round from Monday to Sunday (x3)

Those wheels go round from Monday to Sunday (x3)

I've got a bike, you can ride if you like (x2)

I've got a bike, ride if you like

I've got a bike (x2)

The wheels go round from Monday to Sunday (x3)

The wheels go round (x2)


N.22-Lucifer Sam (Kevin Coyne/Achim Goettert - 1999) OPERA FOR SYD

Green fat cat, fat, fat cat, fat cat, green fat, blue cat, purple cat, big cat, green cat, blue cat, fat cat, big cat, green cat, purple cat, fat cat, big cat, big cat

Big cat

Big fat cat with purple ears, oh big red cat and it's under my bed

It's giving me the voodoo (x2)

Voodoo voodoo hoodoo

Giving me the voodoo

Caty little ears (x2)

Scratching my face till it brings on tears

Caty little ears (x2)

Bringing on the ??

It's not clear (x2)

The cat is over there and the cat is right here

It's not clear (x2)

The cat is over there and the cat is right here

That cat's got something really strange (x3)

Under my bed, with a little yellow duck, he's under my bed, the cat is under my bed with a duck, it crawls round, makes scratching sound, I cannot stand it, can't stand the sound, it's under my bed, the cat's under my bed, cat's under my bed with a big red head, it's under my bed, scratching under my bed, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratching under my bed, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratching under my bed, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratching under my bed, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratching under my bed

That cat' strange, strange, strange, strange, a ballerina, a dance, a dance for a cat, give me a dance for a cat, I must dance like a cat, that cat's really strange, it's under my bed, it's under my bed, its big red head, it's under my bed, its big red head, it's under my bed, its big red head, it's under my bed, it's under my bed

N.22-Lucifer Sam (Kevin Coyne/Achim Goettert - 1999) (OPERA FOR SYD, DREIEINIGKEITSKIRCHE)

Eyes for diamonds under my bed

Pukky little red cat with a big round head

Eyes for diamonds all aglow

A little round head and a thing at the end of his nose

I say eyes for diamonds glowing in the dark

Keep away those wild whales, keep away all those sharks

That cat's got something I can't explain (x2)

That cat's got something we can't explain

Eyes like diamonds blazing in the rain

Eyes like diamonds shining in the rain (x2)

That cat's got something I can't explain (x2)

I can never explain what makes the rain

What causes the pain

Why is the strain

Such a terrible strain

That cat's got something I can't explain

Something I can't explain

I never can explain

Why it rains (x2)

What happens when it rains

I can't explain (x4)

I never can explain

Why the hell does it rain (x2)

I can't explain those ??

I can't explain

That cat's got something I can't explain (x2)


N.23 (Kevin Coyne/Achim Goettert - 1999) OPERA FOR SYD

Doctor, doctor, don't tell me lies

Doctor, doctor, I see pain in your eyes

Doctor, doctor, reach out for the truth

Doctor, doctor, I'm glued, I can't move

Herr doctor, oh Herr doctor, oh Herr doctor, oh Herr doctor

A gorgious rain over Mondays, I was thinking of going shopping but then I realised it was Sunday

Everything was closed (x2) even my mind

Everything was closed (x2) even my mind

I took a walk in the park

Saw the daffodils there

Everything was blooming bright, bright and kind (x2)

Everything was blooming bright and kind

Everything shined inside my mind


N.25 (Kevin Coyne/Achim Goettert - 1999) OPERA FOR SYD

?? baby with big white teeth

She's coming and she says she's my niece

She's coming through the door last night

She said "Hey Baby, everything is alright"

I said "Sugar Cube, now please come home

I'm in this bedroom and I'm all alone"

She says "It's time you made some love"

So I stared right up to the clouds up above

I said "Lord, send me some light"

Lord, send me some light (x2)

Send it right down on me"

I said "Lord, send me some light

Lord, send me some light (x2)

Send it right down on me"

Monkey sugar and ??

I'm gonna get you oh hot dog

I'm gonna creep and crawl on you

I'm gonna get you when I'm telling the truth

There's nothing that you can do

When I get you with a hang up blues

I'm gonna creep right up on you

I'm gonna tell you what to do

You'll be my robot you'll be my lover

You won't have any cover

You'll be my robot you'll be my lover

You won't have any cover

Lord send it down on me (x2)

Send it right right down on me

Lord send it down on me (x2)

Send it right right down on me

Oh Lord send it down on me

Send your little light down on me (x2)

I'm confused, somewhat rattled, ex-patient of the ?? hospital in London South West 9. At the head of it all is a doctor in a white coat and there's a nurse wearing pink and blue. Now she looks up to me and she says "Is this your coat?", I said "It's not my coat". She said "Are you mad?", I said "I'm as sane as you are". She looked at me and then the day went past, and then another day went past, three years have gone past, and the time had gone past and I'd gone past

Forty days and forty nights

I struggled hard to get it right

I was searching through the clouds for a light

I did not hear a thing, there was nothing to see

I'm looking for the light, I'm looking for the day

I'm looking for a reason, I'm looking for a way

I'm looking for a ??, I'm looking for a time

I'm looking for something, that something is not mine

I'm looking for a time, I'm looking for a day

The day has flown away, I'm looking for a day (x2)


N.27 (Kevin Coyne/Achim Goettert - 1999) OPERA FOR SYD

When they say their Alleluias

When they stand up really proud

Don't believe a thing they're saying

They're just faces, faces in the crowd

When they talk of love and money

When they say heaven's in their view

They're just putting a voodoo on you

There's not a soul but my dog tells the truth

When the angels they start singing

In those glorious tones of old

You'll be thankful you went crazy

It's better to be hot than to be cold

There's a singer raphsody I sometimes can hear

Sometimes it comes through like the Pacific Ocean

Sometimes it dies in my ears

Everyone sings of sadness

Everybody gets sad for a time

But I want to, I want to tell you I'm happy the way I am

Because this heart and soul, it is mine

It is mine (x2)

My heart and soul, it is mine

It is mine (x2)

This heart and soul, it is mine


Nasty (Kevin Coyne - 1973) (MARJORY RAZORBLADE)

I've taken out your dog, your pet rabbit and your frog

I've opened all your mail, you realise you could go to jail

You can scream and scream and scream

But you still shattered my every dream

Chorus: You're nasty, so nasty (x2)

Nasty (x4)

Tell me why you're so nasty to me.

I've waited days for you, ain't going to wait on long holidays too

Left me in charge, left your poodles at large

It's me who has to wipe up the mess

Next thing I know you'll have me wearing a dress, no fair now

Chorus

I've done everything I can, now you say I'm not a man

Ask me why should I care, I don't know why but I want to share

Stocks and shares you've got, before I'm gone, I'll have the lot

Sounds bad but it's true

Chorus

You have to draw the line, shatter, shatter the ??

Back to my mother and father

Back to my homosexual brother

Let's get back into my normal mess

I can discard my expensive dress

Tell me now

Chorus

Nasty, nasty to me (ad lib)


Need Somebody (Kevin Coyne - 1972) (CASE HISTORY)

Now that I'm getting old and now I'm getting cold and there's nothing left to say

Just like a daffodil, you know I will, you know I'm wilting in my way

Chorus:

And I need somebody, yes I need somebody, yes I need somebody now I know I'm getting old

This is a lonely life man without your wife, without a bed or view

I'm always at the gate and I'm always late cause there's nothing left to do

Chorus

Strange tunes in my head, I'll think I'll go to bed, I think I'll change the sheets and all

Maybe do some drawing, do some painting, an antelope across my wall

Chorus :

And I need somebody, yes I need somebody, yes I need anybody now I know I'm getting old

A visitor out on the lawn, his hair all shorn, is he friend or is he foe

Is he a man I know, is he someone to sow, is he someone to say hello

Chorus

So I'm so confused, I'm so bemused, I think I'll settle down

Lie down on anywhere, maybe in this chair, anywhere I just don't care

Chorus :

And I need somebody, yes I need somebody, yes I need anybody now I know I'm getting old

The friend I saw is at the door, he says hello once more, I'll meet you down the road

Great long fingers holding out, I want to shout, what's the point because he knows that

Chorus:

And I need somebody, yes I need somebody, yes I need almost anybody now I know I'm getting old (x2)


Neighborhood Girl (Kevin Coyne - 1990) (ROMANCE ROMANCE )

Just a neighborhood girl, got me out this world (x3)

I love the neighborhood girl, pretty neighborhood girl

Makes me fly so high into the clear blue sky (x3)

I love the neighborhood girl, pretty neighborhood girl

She's the one, she's alive, she's alright, I love my neighborhood girl, pretty neighborhood girl

Gonna get her one day to say she'll marry me (x2)

But she wants to be free, says she wants to be free

My neighborhood girl, I love the neighborhood girl

She's the one, she's alive, she's alright, I love my neighborhood girl,

Love the neighborhood girl (x4)


Never Ending (Friedl Pohrer/Kevin Coyne - 1995) (CRAZY FRANK)

Chorus:

Never ending (x6), how time flies

Never ending (x6), how time flies (x2).

I can see the man with the spotty nose, standing on the beach with a big red rose, I can see my mother, she's over there, she looks older, full of care but the window is open and there's a big bright light, seems to be like Saturday night, is it Sunday, Monday? I don't care, it could be Friday, it could be anywhere

Chorus

I can see the sun, I can see the moon, it could be the month of December or June, I can see snow upon my bed, I can see someone with a big red head, it's my father with a big moustache, he's starting, he's starting to laugh, hahaha, he laughs at me, ha ha ha, he's laughing at me

Chorus

I don't wonder, I don't know (twice), I'm confused, I've got to go, bye bye everyone, I've got to go, waving my hand, goodbye, goodbye, waving my hand, goodbye, goodbye, could be an angel, I just might fly, never ending, bye bye bye

Chorus

How it flies


New Motorway (Kevin Coyne - 1980) (SANITY STOMP)

In 1978, they opened up the gates, they said it was too late to be real mates

Chorus: But the grass grew over the motorway and I heard the children sing Daddy, you're on your way.

The factories they roared, I could hear the call, they were'nt sweeping up your floors, they were laughing and loving once more

Chorus

The rythm of life for the world and its wife, they've thrown away their knives, they're touching first time in their lives

Chorus - Solo - Chorus

A new crusade, time to play, you're on your way, a new crusade, it's time to play, you're on your way, you're on your way


Nigel in Napoli (Kevin Coyne - 1984) (LEGLESS IN MANILLA)

(Natalie)

Nigel in Napoli, thinking of philately

Thinking of Desmond down the road

Nigel in Napoli, thinking of the children

Brown and curdled he knows

Nigel in Napoli, he is a star

Wearing green trunks he could go far

Nigel in Napoli thinking of his mother

Thinking of his brother

Which does he prefer?

Nigel in Napoli, thinking of philately

Thinking of Desmond down the road

Nigel in Napoli, thinking of philately

Thinking of flattery down the road

Nigel in Napoli, having the sun

Aching all over his loins, his bum

Nigel in Napoli, feeling the stink

Watching the poor people as they drink

All the poison into the air

The narrow streets and no-one's there

Nigel in Napoli, thinking of philately

Thinking of somewhere he could belong

Nigel in Napoli, thinking of philately

Thinking of latterly where he belongs

Nigel in Napoli, thinking of latterly, thinking of latterly where he belongs?

Nigel in Napoli, thinking of philately, thinking latterly, where do I belong?

Nigel in Napoli, he's thinking latterly There's nowhere I belong

(With the exception of being very close to Natalie)


Nobody's Bundle of Joy (Kevin Coyne - 1984) (LEEUWARDEN)

I'll love you all my life

Don't you let me down

You're the princess, my broken heart

But you just let me down

Moving my heart one day

Making my scream away

Scream and dream and dream and dream and dream and dream

But I love you so, you'll never know

What you've done to me

I'm a little fat fool who treats you bad

Mess up your life once a week

I shout and scream with my impossible dreams

Till it turns you very weak

But I'll keep trying all my life

To be the perfect house boy

But I don't think I'll manage

I'm far too wild

I'm nobody's bundle of joy

Nobody's bundle (x2)

Nobody's bundle of joy

Nobody's bundle (x2)

Nobody's bundle of joy

Nobody's bundle (x2)

Nobody's little baby boy


No Dancing (Kevin Coyne/Michael Lipton - 2004) (DONUT CITY )

On a tropical island we paid a lot of money to get here lying on the deep grey sand with an empty bottle of beer you're looking at me with that blank look on your face like I'm something that's just crawled in and joined the human race

Oh the sun shines nicely my eyes sparkle brightly you say it's just the alcohol you've stolen my soul

Lying in a bedroom some place I don't want to be you're over by the wardrobe watching some dumb T.V. the programme is stupid but I don't object it's this kind of loving that I reject there must be something better at least we've got good weather I could race out into the sun (2x) I think you'd prefer it if I took a gun

On the aeroplane home we hardly talk at all you stare at your neighbour you say he's a nice guy I say I'm not too bad if you just give me a chance we've been round this ballroom so many times now it's impossible to dance it's impossible to dance we could do the salsa the samba anything


No Kindness, No Pity (Hans Pukke/Kevin Coyne - 1990) (ROMANCE ROMANCE )

Your ?? hat and your nice ?? clothes. A little lipstick on your lips, a little powder on your nose

Well it's Saturday night in a West End bar

You're telling everybody who you are

Everybody knows you're nothing at all

That you're struggling, you're fighting up against the wall

But you do insist you know what's hip

??

But I can see and I know you're lonely at heart

Your mother never answers when you call

Chorus: This is no life down in the city, you can't find no kindness, can't find no pity (x2)

Everybody knows you're gonna stumble back home

To your little flat all on your own

And your new pair of shoes that looks so bad

It's the worst in fashion and it looks so sad

But you think that it's stylish and you know best

You talk about politics, get it of your chest

But it's all rubbish, ??

You're really quite sad, you're really quite ill

Chorus

And now you're gonna get back home, tell everybody you're doing well

You're going to forget that you are struggling and you're living in a big city hell

And you've got no job, nothing at all, ??

And things get worse, worse, worse, worse

There's a lonely little home you have to like

Maybe write it tomorrow night

Tell you're doing well, you're doing good

Telling everybody it's understood

But when you come home you'll be well of

You'll be smart, a real though

And you accent to impress them ??

But somehow I know you won't get there

Chorus

And you're all alone down here, not a single friend to help you out

When you have your nightmares at night, not a single neighbour hears your shouts

You can't buy your rent, it's a very strange way to live

When nobody really loves you

When nobody wants you

So you've got to impress all the girls who you have left behind

But in doing this you're getting pissed and quietly loosing your mind

You're loosing your mind, leaving it behind

Loosing your mind


No Lullabies (Henry Beck/Kevin Coyne - 1993) (TOUGH AND SWEET)

I can see the broken toys, skinny girls and skinny boys

I can feel the murky rain, I can hear the aeroplanes

God bless the little children, standing in the rain, waiting for some peace but waiting there in vain, waiting for some peace but waiting there in vain

I can see the broken toys, skinny girls and skinny boys

I can feel the murky rain, I can hear the aeroplanes

God bless the little children, standing in the snow, waiting for the hate and terror, wanting it to go

God bless the little children, waiting in the snow


No Melody (Kevin Coyne - 1980) (BURSTING BUBBLES )

It's funny when you can't find a melody

And the days they find themselves

It's funny when you can't find a melody

And the days they find themselves

When the morning and the evenings

And the birds sing for themselves

Now here come old tousled head

Cracking his funny funny funny jokes again

Here come funny funny funny funny tousled head

Cracking cracking cracking cracking again

And it's been so long since I felt like this

I never want to feel like this again

Again (x5)


No More Rain (Kevin Coyne - 2004) (DONUT CITY )

Well I know I've been away for such a long time, it's been such a long long while since I gazed into your loving eyes

I'm ashamed to say I missed you cause I never thought I would, you were the best thing in my life, I want it all back, I want to feel good

A screaming child I became (2x) brought on the storm and caused the rain

But I'm sad to think of what I've done, the way I treated you

I gave you so much pain, I really gave you the blues

I know the time is right to make it all up to you

So I'm coming with a great big kiss maybe that won't do

I'm sorry but it's o.k.(2x) my love for you shines through today

Well I know the loving eyes can solve everything

I can feel likethat I'm starting all over, starting all over again

I'm waiting at the gate, it's late, but I know I have to greet your train

Everybody know that love is for us and the reasons are plain

A screaming child I became (2x) brought on the storm and caused the rain

Hey hey here I come that's me, that's you, we're together

Turn off the clouds, halt the rain, let's chance the weather

That fat blue sky is flying by there's a sound in my ears of laughter and love, heaven's above, there's no more tears

A screaming child I became (2x) brought on the storm and caused the rain

No more rain (2x)


No Revolution (Hans Pukke/Kevin Coyne - 1987) (STUMBLING ONTO PARADISE)

What ever happened to seventy six?

Sex Pistols up to their tricks

Johnny Rotten, mean as mean

The meanest punk I've ever seen

All that money, energy

All that power thronw away

It lies in Californian sand

Everything is out of hand

Chorus: No revolution, bad constitution (x2)

Whatever happened to rock'n'roll?

The rebel music, the music of old

All the energy's dead and gone

But we just carry on

Euro pop, euro pap music for young mils sops

Music to make you die on your feet

Where's that heavy rebel beat?

Chorus - Solo - Chorus

But I still have hope

I'm no cold bourgeois dope

I can still stand up and fight

I can still hold up a light

I'm not so run out

You can still hear me scream and shout

Tell them everyone, Kevin is here

He's paid a price but he's not too dear

Chorus (x2)

Maybe, maybe, I don't know


Normal Man (Kevin Coyne - 1999) (SUGAR CANDY TAXI )

I've been flying, I've been dying, I've been flying high over the top of my house

I've been dreaming, sometimes screaming, waking up the neighbors who shout out 'What is that all about?'

l am born and I feel strange, I feel mad, somebody help me out

I hear a voice but it's not my voice, it's not the voice of my choice, who the hell is it?

Help me Jesus, help me if you can, can't you see that I'm struggling daily, I'm just trying to be a man, trying to be a man

There's nobody really listening, nobody really trying, nobody wants to help me, nobody wants to help me at all

I'm ringing up my brother and my mother, sometimes I call my sister but they don't answer my call

I'm talking about trousers, I'm talking about skirts and blouses, anything, anything silly at all

I want to make you laugh, I want to make you scoff, I want to make you scream, drive you up the wall

Help me Jesus, help me out, I need a hand, I need a regular hand, I need somebody to love me who really understands, I need somebody to help me be a normal man, a normal man, somebody who understands, I want to be a normal man

What the hell is a normal man ?


No Romance (Kevin Coyne/Paul Wickens - 1980) (SANITY STOMP)

Sentimental romantic with a smile walking a million miles

Through the city and back again, crouching at bar stools

I wonder when he'll find a reason to say he's right

He seems to be so wrong, his eyes are black as night

I hear him talking but it's not to me

Working on a plan for something no one sees

Up in a bedroom, in a cellar too, he's building a rocket that'll go to some moon

But the moon's in his head, maybe under his bed

And it hides behind his ugly ears

Chorus: No romance (x4), give this little dictator a little chance and he'll crush us all with his misery

Somehow I hold out a hand to him

Get hold of his coat, say:

What you talking about? But he doesn't answer me

He goes on talking about the land of the free

Where people all do the same as he

He's half crazy, maybe as mad as me

No romance (x4), give this little dictator, give him a chance and he'll crush us all with his misery

There must be a million the same as he

They can't count on me


Nothing's Changed (Kevin Coyne - 1979) (JOHN PEEL)

In the middle of England, in the darkest place

There sits a little boy, anticipation on its face

Looking to a future that is clear and white

So he scribbles down his thoughts in the middle of the night

He shows them to his friends, they all got regular jobs

They laugh, they laugh at his thoughts

Tell him to clear off

Their vision of the future don't involve things from the head

It's much better to keep the furniture polished

And buy a big bed

Chorus: Nothing's changed in my home town

Everything is the same

You have to leave your home and heart if you want to make your name, make your name.

I want back there looking for that boy

I asked around "Where is he?", they didn't know

Then someone told me I know

He's gone outside the town

To a place that's a bit like paradise

Where all ??

He can write his poems, spew forth his ideas

If he does a litle job for them, he's in the clear

Occupational therapy to keep his mind at ease

Whatever happened to the light, the light and dreams

Chorus

I find it sad that they call him mad

I find it a strenght that they don't recognize his pain

But if he can hear me, he know he's not on his own

I've lived in isolation, I know what it's like to be alone

But then there will be those who say don't listen to him

But I know you'll listen in the middle of the night

When the lights are dim

Call me a sentimental fool

But that's the best I can be

When I think of that boy

God know that could have been me

Chorus


Nothing seems to Matter (Kevin Coyne - 1982) (PUMERENT)

Nothing seems to matter now you're gone

You know that nothing seems to matter now you're gone

Nothing seems to matter now you're gone

I'm dead, I'm lost, I'm all alone

Nothing seems to matter now you're right

Well nothing seems to matter now you're right

Nothing seems to matter now you're right

I'm dead, I'm gone, you turned out the light

Shaking in the room and waiting (x3)

For an answer, for a telephone call from you

Where have you gone, I don't know (x2)

I don't know

Nothing seems to matter now you're gone (x3)

I'm dead, I'm lost, I'm all alone

Nothing seems to matter now you're right (x3)

I'm dead, I'm gone, you turned out the light

Nothing seems to matter now you're right (x3)

I'm dead, I'm gone, you turned out the light


Nothing to Miss/Astronomy Dominé (Kevin Coyne/Achim Goettert - 1999) (OPERA FOR SYD, DREIEINIGKEITSKIRCHE)
(see also 'No 19 Astronomy Dominé', same songs, totally diferent lyrics)

Across a pale surface and in a light moon, a red cat under my bed at night, and sometimes I fight with the stripes, the blindness at the back of my eyes, my eyes, my eyes

There's a jungle fever, I'm a permanent sleeper, I can hear rythms you can't hear, I can hear silence, silence, I can hear the silence, silence

There's nothing that messes my mind, there's nothing that misses my mind

There's nothing I can miss, there's nothing that misses my mind


Not The Way (Kevin Coyne - 1988) (EVERYBODY'S NAKED)

Sunday morning in the kitchen

Dry toast, all alone

Wandering round, doing nothing

The one I love's just left home

It's usual sometimes to quarrel a litlle, have a fight

But she told me it's the last time

She's not coming back, it s not right

Chorus:

Hey hey this is not the way they write in books

Hey hey, this is not the way, I don't like the way things look.

Chauvinism? Maybe I got it?

But I'm getting old and it's hard to change

Darning socks is a strange occupation

But you never did it anyway!

I thought we were free and liberal and easy

That's what I was always told !

It's strange to be so adrift

When you're getting, getting old

Chorus

It's a new life, a new start

But where do I go, go from here?

I got used to the life we had

Although it was complicated, it was usually clear

That I loved you and you loved me

This was always agreed

Now I know that something's wrong

And maybe you don't love me

Chorus - Solo - Chorus


Now's the Time (Kevin Coyne - 1993) (TOUGH AND SWEET)

Everybody's talking to the moon in June, there's a snowstorm and the hail is beyond the pale in Afghanistan, and there's a banana man at my door, he's selling yellow things and selling yellow wings and screaming and shouting and what is more you don't understand that I'm a man and I need more than this, I need a kiss now

Now's the time (x4)

I can't stand all this confusion everywhere and everywhere I see. There's no one seems to care, I saw a child scream today but nobody was listening to him, he told me his name was Brian (or was it Jim?) and that he'd just lost his mother or his younger brother under a railway track or somewhere at the back of beyond where nobody goes, it's slow, it's slow... time, don't you know that...

Chorus

Whenever I ask you to help me, you never will, you never say, you never even give me a thrill, you keep on pontificating about my bad manners and the house, you say, is dirty and there's smudges all over the window and I can't see out and there's nothing to do but wail and shout at a cat or a dog or anything that gets in my way... Oh life's to blame

Now's the time, now really is the time

Chorus

Running to the edge of the cliff like a child, my hair streaming out, just a little wild, choking and spitting green bile, is the air polluted, am I demoted, am I just a little man in a world that whirls and doesn't understand, it's a familiar problem, I get it all the time, there is no reason and there is no rhyme, there is no reason or rhyme

Chorus (ad lib)


Nuts (Tom Liwa/Kevin Coyne - 1996) (KNOCKING ON YOUR BRAIN)

I can walk on the water, I can walk on the sea, I can walk on the big deep ocean, no problem for me

I can walk on the clouds, high on a fluffy blue, I can twinkle on your raindrops, there's nothing I can't do

Maybe you should say, maybe you should, maybe you should say: This guy is nuts

I can talk to your telephone, leave a message for you, maybe iust a little dirty but it's always the truth

I can prance on your rooftops, look down your chimneys tall, watching you make love at night and that's not all

Maybe you should say, maybe you should, maybe you should say: This guy is nuts

I can talk to the fish, I can whistle to the birds, I can talk their language, it's really not absurd

I can walk on the water, I can walk on the sea, l can walk on the deep blue ocean, no problem for me

Maybe you should say, maybe you should, maybe you should say: This guy is nuts


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