KEVIN COYNE LYRICS

KEVIN COYNE LYRICS - P

Pack of Lies (Hans Pukke/Kevin Coyne - 1987) (STUMBLING ONTO PARADISE)

Somebody said it's raining cats and dogs (x2)

I don't believe it, I can see no rain (x2)

All those lies, wonder why (x2)

Somebody said that we will all be saved (x2)

I don't believe them, we will not be saved (x2)

All those lies, wonder why (x2)

Chorus: Just a pack of lies (x4).

Somebody said that the moon was blue (x2)

I don't believe it and neither did you (x2)

All those lies, wonder why (x2)

Chorus

Lies, lies, lies

Somebody said that the moon was blue (x2)

I don't believe it and neither did you (x2)

All those lies, wonder why (x2)

Chorus

Lies, lies

Paper Romance (Kevin Coyne - Andreas Blüml) (UNDERGROUND)

You’re my paper girlfriend with the paper heart. It’s burning all away (2 x)
You’re my paper girlfriend with a paper heart. It’s burning away
Yes, a paper girlfriend with a paper heart. It’s burning all away

In your living room, flames burn bright, I watch them glow.
In your living room, flames burn bright, yes I watch them as they glow. As they glow. Ha!

Paper house with the paper windows. I want to burn it all down.
The paper house with those paper windows. I want to burn it all down.
The paper house with its paper windows. I want to burn it all down.
The paper house with its paper windows. I have to burn it all down.

Creep in the yard with my matches. Set the bushes all aflame.
Creep in the yard with my matches. Set the bushes all aflame. All aflame. Ha!

I’m your paper man with the paper mind. It’s burning all away.
I’m your paper man with his paper mind. I’m burning all away.
I’m your paper man with his paper mind. I’m burning away.
I’m your paper man with the paper mind. I’m burning all away.

You won’t see me, very soon, I’ll, I will disappear.
You won’t see me, very soon, I will totally disappear from here, from here. Alright.

Ha! You’re my paper girlfriend with the paper heart and it’s burning all away.
You’re my paper girlfriend with the paper heart and it’s burning, burning all away.
You’re my paper girlfriend with the paper heart. Yes it’s burning all away.
You’re my paper girlfriend with the paper heart and it’s burning all away.

In your living room, burning bright, I can see the glow.
In your living room, burning bright, I can see the glow and I know and I know. I can see.
We’re finished. It’s all over. It doesn’t matter any more.
We are finished. It’s all over. It doesn’t matter any more.
Yes, we are finished. It’s all over. It doesn’t really matter any more.
We are finished. It’s all over. It doesn’t matter any more.

Party Party Party (Robert Coyne/Kevin Coyne - 2002) (CARNIVAL)

Hey, honey,let's go out tonight, hey honey honey honey, let's move and groove tonight

We're going downtown, we're gonna boogaloo, I'm going to twist and shout, do the knees bend with you

Oh, let's party party party party (x3), party, let' s do it

Hey Baby, put your glad rags on, those sparkling tights of yours, oh they turn me on

I wanna go in a taxi, I ain't driving no car, wanna get drunk drunk drunk, so I don't know who I am or where you are

Going to party party party (x3), I' m going to party

Mambo with me baby, and do the frug too, we can do all the dances, and do them again

I get dizzy in the street, there's a call for the cab, I can see that glint in your eyes as you turn to me and you laugh, you laugh, you sing it out

Oh, let's party party party (x3), let's party

My goodness, going to see your feet move, oh Miss Twinkle Toes, look at those clothes you're wearing, all the fun we're sharing, we're having a good time

Passion's Pleasure (Henri Beck/Kevin Coyne - 1991) (WILD TIGER LOVE)

Spoken: Passion's pleasure's got me in its spell, what a strange idea, what a thought, I'm 47 (...) to be still dreaming and fantasing (...) wonderful (...) Isn' it time you settle down? Somebody told me in a bar last night you're getting very old (...) It's about time you settle down. I still get these ?? ideas and maybe I'll never change, I can't stop, my mind's (...) always the same. Passion's to blame.

Passion's pleasure's got me in its spell, I feel dizzy and I don't feel well

Got me speaking in tongues late at night, I have nightmares and I fight

Yes I struggle to forget it all but your vision's got me against the wall

My hands are tied and I can't speak, think about you every minute of every week

Passion's pleasure's got me in its grip, I'm on a crazy sailing, sailing ship

Chorus: I count your photographs daily, conjuring visions of you but they're just pieces of paper and they just give me the blues.

Passion's pleasure's got me in its grip, a crazy captain on a crazy ship

On a crazy sea that goes up and down and round and round

Listening for happiness's sound but it's far away and long ago that I could smile

Every time I see your photograph I cry for awhile

I worry but then what can I do?

My life and every second dreaming of you, dreaming of you

Chorus (ad lib)

Pass me the Memories (Kevin Coyne/Brendan Croker - 2002) (LIFE IS ALMOST WONDERFUL)

Pass me the memories, I'll have another one (x2)

Show me the photographs with ?? smiling (x2)

Show me the photographs

Show me the photographs with ?? smiling, show me the photographs (x2)

Pass me the pictures, I want to hear the laughter (x2)

Captured on celuloid

Pass me the pictures, I want to hear the laughter (x2)

Captured on celuloid

Pass me the pictures, I want to hear the laughter captured on celuloid (x2)

Pass me the memories, I want to see another one

Pass me the memories, I want to have another one, I want to see another one

Pass me the memories, I want to have another one

Peachtree Avenue (Ali Neander/Kevin Coyne - 1996) (KNOCKING ON YOUR BRAIN)

Spoken: Surely must be a way to deal with a guy like this, you can never see him get on with anybody, he just walks about, walks about the town and does strange things, goes from shop to shop, looking at the clothes, buying clothes sometimes, sometimes stealing clothes and then the police catch him and they take and they put him in the box for a while and then they take him out of the box and in the box and out the box, it's a very strange way of going on, at the same time, I wouldn't apologize for his behaviour, he's rather individual in his odd way, he is... he used to be a nice guy, he's not sophisticated as he used to be, at the same time, I wonder and I wish, he could change you know because after all life is more than just sadness and gloom and all the rest of it. He's a ?? sort of man, emotionally I would say. When he was younger he used to have quite a good life, lots of girls, little ones, fat ones, big ones, tall ones, brown ones, thin ones, green ones even, very strange; he used to live a very odd life and at the moment, well he's almost passed his breath, in fact, he is passed his breath and I can't see anything happening, he's really got to change the siutation. As for myself, I'm... I'm a little concerned about myself, I mean he used to be my friend and now he doesn't ring anymore, doesn't telephone, and at the same time I feel pity towards him, you know he used to be my girlfriend's boy friend, this was what... ten years ago, but he's faded slightly, they call it schizophrenia or something like that, I've no idea really, I've no idea how he got this way really, family maybe? Genetic? They say it's genetic, some people say it's genetic but as I could see it, it's more to do than just a state of mind, a term, a chemical, a chemical part, a fraction of, a fraction of, the little concerns, the little, the little smidges of life that live within his brain you know, oh, it's a strange way, suburban ?? really. I saw him in the newspaper shop the other day, he was buying four magazines, strange things, all about motorcycles and muscle-men, motorcycles and muscle-men, motorcycles and muscle-men, he likes that kind of thing, it's very strange, I would say he's perverse in some way, but he never comes out of his room, he never goes anywhere, he never talks to anybody, comes out, hangs out his washing about once every three days and he washes his socks, his underpants, that's all you ever see, and the woman from the house next door says, well, he screams at night, well I never thought that this is a particulary bad thing, he must be having nightmares, squeezing the horror from himself, squeezing the horror from himself, squeezing the horror from himself, squeezing the horror from himself, squeezing the horror from himself, getting rid of it all, getting rid of all this shit inside, all the pain and bitterness and all the failure, all the usual things that happen to people, as his age you know, he's almost 39, it's about time he changed his ways, at 39 he should be, least find a wife or a partner for life but this is not the way it goes, not the way it goes, not any changes, he's a failure, everything's a failure, this is a favorite word of his: failure, failure, failure, failure, failure, failure, failure, failure, failure, failure, failure, failure, failure, failure, never speaks, never speaks, only word he can say is failure, failure, failure, failure, failure. Well, I should imagine next time, I see him on the bus stop, I'm going to say 'Pull yourself together, pull yourself together, it's about time you mended your ways, you've become far too strange for this area, people are starting to talk, in fact they've been talking about, they talk about it all the time, ?? over in the bushes they're whispering, having strange sort of conversations, talking behind your back, whispering everytime you walk into the room, it was so strange when I saw you yesterday, there was a man behind you ?? you didn't seem to hear him and this woman, this woman next door she tells everybody, everybody in the neighborhood that you're mad and it's very sad to cope with this kind of thing, aren't you aware? Aren't you aware? Aren't you aware? Aren't you aware? Aren't you aware what people do? Aren't you aware what people do? Aren't you aware what people do? The things they do to you, only you? Aren't you aware what people do? Aren't you aware? It's very strange, very sad, very... well, I guess you put it on yourself, you used to like football and cricket and hockey all these strange games but no, now you're not interested in anything, ?? in school, I remember you winning the high jump in 1957, what happened? Oh, was it 1967? Sorry, it's sometime ago, I forget, long time ago, I get confused myself you know, maybe it was 1970-71 you won the high jump, could be, any way you want it, I can remember the applause and then the parents gathering round, rosy cheek children, all the ??, all the cheering, applauding you as you leaped over the high bar and danced and danced in the sand, ?? I mean neither way, ?? I don't think you should live like this way, I think you should change your ways, it's rather strange, it's rather sad'

I hear nothing coming from your room, used to hear the CD playing most afternoons, all those favourites from 1968, but now you don't open up, don't open up, you say it's far too late, and I wonder when I'lI see you again, see you as I used to see you walking by, a truly contented man

There's nowhere, nowhere, nowhere to go, if you think like this, your life is closed on Peachtree avenue, number 22, Peachtree avenue, your home, number 22

I keep ringing just hoping you'll return my call but you don't, never will, the curtains are closed and I heard you, heard you whisper through the wall, you'll never talk to me again if you see me, I'm silent now, silent now

That's what they do, that's what they do, there's no place to go, that's what they say, that's what they say, when they get this way, on Peachtree avenue, number 22, that's where you live, Peachtree avenue, number 22, that's where you live

You can hear them gossiping, whispering through the curtains, you can hear them talking but you're not certain, you can hear them whispering over garden walls, you are heading for a fall, pick up yourself before it's too late, take a brush, paint the garden gate, I think, I guess, I think, I guess, you've had enough

There's nothing you can do, you're finished and it's true (x2)

On Peachtree avenue, number 22 (x2)

Number 22

Then again, still a little hope

People (Kevin Coyne/Bob Ward- 1979) (MILLIONAIRES AND TEDDY BEARS)

People living, oh I love their living

People loving, oh I love their loving

People giving, oh I love their giving

People holding, oh I love the holding

People smiling, oh I love the smiling

People hating, oh I fear the hating

People fighting, oh I loathe the fighting

People screaming, oh l fear the screaming

People dying, oh please stop the dying

People living, oh keep up the living

The world is for loving, oh I love the loving

Oh I love the loving (x3)

Oh I love the people (x2)

Perfect Light (Kevin Coyne - 1983) (PUTNEY 83 )

Now don't you worry, don't you threat

You'll be alright tomorrow

I keep hoping all my life

Faith makes me cry with sorrow

It makes me feel like nothing at all

It makes me feel like a little football

But I don't care and I won't crawl

I won't crawl tomorrow

I've been mad and I've been sad

But now I've got pride ??

I can see ?? shining perfect light

We can win in the end, they won't drive me round the bend

I can see a perfect light, ?? tomorrow

I don't blame anyone at all

I can hear the windy call

One day ??

We'll see a light tomorrow

Perversion (Friedl Pohrer/Kevin Coyne - 1995) (CRAZY FRANK)

You by a mindless sea, shouting, screaming at me

I don't understand, what is it this time? What have I done?

Sea, mindless sea, never stops churning, raging at me

And you join in the chorus, what have I done again to make you so angry?

I wonder why we're always shouting at each other?

Is my drunken foolishness just a cover?

Could I blame it on my father and my mother? Or is it just perversion?

You laughing at me, saying, why can't you control yourself?

Then I start to get angry, the squirming and the turning and the hate never stops, never stops

I wonder why we're always shouting at each other?

Is my drunken foolishness just a cover?

Could I blame it on my father and my mother? Or is it just perversion? (x4)

Playing the Fool (Friedl Pohrer/Kevin Coyne - 1995) (CRAZY FRANK)

Show must continue, the lights burning bright, keep those clowns clowning

It's a drunken saturday night

Chorus: Playing the fool, playing the fool, playing the fool, life is cruel, life is cruel, life is cruel

Playing the pool, playing the fool, playing the fool, life is cruel when you're playing the fool.

(The boy's very foolish, yes he is) (repeat)

Draw back the curtains, you can see my face

Not much of it no, just powder and paint

Chorus

(The boy's very foolish, yes he is) (repeat)

The show is over, I'm ringing home

Wondering what's happening,

If you're sitting there all alone while I play the fool

Chorus

(The boy's very foolish, yes he is) (repeat)

I get no answer, silence on the line, what happened to our love? That used to be so fine

Poem ("We were walking across the Field by the Canal") (Kevin Coyne - 1976) (A SMALL EVENING)

We was walking across the field by the canal and there were people on either side of the canal and there were some yellow wellington boots settling, settling on the top of the green scum. We were heading for a building, a red brick building with yellow ciment marks made across the front and there was a duck pond with ducks on it and there were people who didn't seem to be talking to each other. Looking at each other.

Pointing the Finger (Kevin Coyne - 1981) (POINTING THE FINGER)

Pointing the finger at dear old England, old England doesn't care (x2)

We could have been poets, something strong

We could have been leaders for life long

We could have been geniuses every one

But England's empire is fading away

It's fading away, oh happy day

That's why...

I'm pointing the finger at dear old England, does anybody care? (x2)

We could have been workmen, true artisans

Real strong people, women and man

We could have been heroes sailing the sea

But England's empire doesn't matter to me

I know it's gone, it's gone and I feel free

That's why...

I'm pointing the finger at dear old England, does anybody care?

You know I'm pointing the finger at dear old England, does anybody care?

We could have been saviours

We could have been priests

We could have been something strong and neat

We could have been tidy, we could have been clean

But England's empire is no longer on the scene

And humanity is not so green

Alright

Could have been something on the scene

You realize humanity is not so green

That's why...

I'm pointing the finger at dear old England, does anybody care?

You know I'm pointing the finger at dear old England, does anybody care?

Well now I'm sleeping in my bed

Love got a cool and clear head

I see the future, I see it all

And I don't belong to any empire

I'm not going to crawl

And I don't belong to your empire

I'm not going to crawl

That's why...

I'm pointing the finger at dear old England, old England doesn't care (x5)

Poisoning You (Kevin Coyne/Steve Bull - 1982) (PØLITICZ)

Cripple cranked vision

A sheltered life

A millionaire's row

A naked wife

Doing my best to get it right

But I know

I'm poisoning you, poisoning my friend (x4)

Poisoning you, you

I don't mind, I do it all the time, I don't mind but I do it all the time, well I don't mind, do I do it all the time?

Do I? Do I?

I was waiting for the perfect embrace

A night of satin and crinoline and lace

A satisfied mind

A satisfied me

I'm waiting for an answer

But who are we?

Poisoning you, poisoning my friend (x4)

Cranky drivel from the corner of the bed

Looking at the shape of your pillow, is it your head?

Way down below, the real fire burns but I feel I'm turning, getting old and I'm...

Poisoning you, poisoning my friend (x8)

Poisoning you

Are you poisoning me, poisoning you? (ad lib)

Pony Tail Song (Robert Coyne/Kevin Coyne - 1993) (TOUGH AND SWEET)

I remember the Everly Brothers, Chuck Berry on a moonlight stage

Jiving dances by the old town hall, boogie was the rage

I remember the Dartells, Jarrmels, those Spiderrmen

We're rocking and rolling, still rockin', like we did then, with that...

Chorus: Shang a Lang, I love you, Shang a Lang, baby it's true, Shang a Lang, I love you, Shang a Lang, I dig your pony tail.

I remember Fats Domino smiling, smiling all the time

Little Richard in his baggy suit, now he was a friend of mine

When he screamed, I swore that the hair stood up on my neck

We're going to keep on rockin, though it's sometimes shocking, rock and roll what the heck!

Let's go with that...

Chorus - Solo - Chorus

Oh yes I do

Chorus (x2)

Dig your pony tail

Poor Little Actress (Kevin Coyne - 1978) (BEAUTIFUL EXTREMES)

Down a nightmare alley amidst the beasts of the field, there leaves an actress, her heart congealed

She's full of fear and hatred too, too much money now what can she do

Poor little actress, I'm right here, holding out my hands, you've nothing to fear from me

Keep it blowing blowing blowing blowing blowing blowing blowing blowing

Our love is growing growing growing growing growing growing

There's a lonely bedroom but I'll be there, I'll fill up the space in your life, that's if you care

I think you do yes I think you do I'm not gonna beg but I know I know what's true

Poor little actress, you've never seen me before but at the first glance I knew that I was waiting for you

Blowing blowing blowing blowing it's coming baby growing growing growing growing

Blowing blowing blowing blowing growing growing growing growing

Growing growing growing growing it's blowing blowing blowing blowing

Oh it's lovely does'nt that feel nice, there's an arm around you, I'll do it more than twice or thrice

Everything is nice here, I've made a change, cut the briars from your hair, I know it feels strange

Oh poor little actress, let's stand up straight get out now on that screen, show them you can't wait

Blowing blowing blowing blowing growing growing growing growing oh honey

It's growing growing growing growing growing growing growing growing

Poor Swine (Kevin Coyne - 1974) (BLAME IT ON THE NIGHT, LET'S HAVE A PARTY)
(Robert Olver has this "analysis" of the song which I think is really good:
"The opening verse describes the funeral procession of 7 miners killed in a mining accident..."pit boots" are the big boots miners wear...members of the procession casting roses while ladies look down from windows and cry...our "poor swine" is the mine owner or boss who is heartsick about what's happened, but is blamed for it. In fact, this is one of my favorite Coyne songs. One of the great things about Kevin is that he often expresses sentiments that no one else does and this is a prime example. We often hear about the discrimination of the upper classes against the lower, but this is the only song I know of that talks about the reverse situation.")

See the red-neck climb the cobbled streets casting roses around

Little old ladies hang from windows tears rolling right to the ground

Seven men down in a hole everyone of them is dead

And it would have been better if he'd stayed home in his big fat bed

I feel sorry for that man, I know he's doing the best he can

He might sit at home and sip his dinner wine but God help the poor swine

God help the poor swine

Smart wife, posing and gracious [or Smart wife pours the 'Earl Gray' says]

"How's it going today?"

Chinless wonder son fusses in the hall, don't even hear his call

Goes to his room and lies on the bed feeling sick and low

Flash car in the drive, but, man alive! There's nowhere he can go

I feel sorry for that man, I know he's doing the best he can

He might sit at home and sip his dinner wine but God help the poor swine

God help the poor swine

He needs help, can't help himself

We feel smart cause we got roots wearing our big pit boots

We feel so grand, we think we understand

With our red, gnarled hands

But we don't see that an M. B. E.* can lead to grief and pain

Oh I love that man, I think I understand although he don't know my name

I feel sorry for that man

I know he's doing the best he can

He might sit at home and sip his dinner wine

But God help the poor swine (x2)

* M.B.E.: "Member of the British Empire" --it's an award given by the government in England for distinguished civilian service (Rob)

Porcupine People (Kevin Coyne - 2002) (SUGAR CANDY TAXI)

Porcupine people down in Porcupine Street walking up and down with those sharp old Porcupine feet, those Porcupine minds always following behind, talking about, talking about me (that's what they do)

Oh well down on Porcupine Street, they love Porcupine minds, they have minds that are cruel and jagged, search behind my back, they point their finger at their Porcupine victim (that's me)

Maybe I'm paranoid (x3) (all shout) he's paranoid, maybe I am? (I don't know really, I can't understand but maybe) maybe I'm paranoid (x3) I should be paranoid, maybe I am? (Yes you are, you said that)

Porcupine people with Porcupine hair, walking up and down their Porcupine stairs with their Porcupine flair, with their little chicy, chicy, chicy ways (so smart)

Those Porcupine people with the Porcupine caring, that means that Porcupine's just cut you, they don't do no sharing, they look out the window and they give you that Porcupine laser beam, laser beam

Maybe I'm paranoid, I'm paranoid (x2), maybe I'm paranoid, shut up paranoid (that's what you say I am, maybe I am?) maybe I'm paranoid (x3) there's not much joy in being paranoid (listen to me, listen to me)

Ah those Porcupine days in the Porcupine sun when the Porcupine people really all have fun, their jagged little fingers all scratching down my spine

If I had a Porcupine knife, I'd cut off their Porcupine quills and I'd treat them badly like they treat me and I'd take them out to Porcupine tea and I'd poison every cup

Maybe I'm paranoid, I'm paranoid (x3) I'm paranoid (it's clear, you can hear me), maybe I'm paranoid (x4), I'm paranoid, I'm paranoid

So this Porcupine song it keeps going through my head, in the Porcupine night with the Porcupine dead that cling to my bed, that make Porcupine noises in my ears

I have a Porcupine wish that you'd all go away and leave me for a Porcupine holiday, go away, go away, you Porcupines

Precious (Robert Coyne/Kevin Coyne - 1999) (ROOM FULL OF FOOLS)

The precious little picture that hangs over my bed, one day may come unscrewed, and fall on my head, until that day comes, I'll hold my dreams of you, think of you as the most precious thing in my life

Because you're precious, and very special, really precious and very special to me

That little flower that grows in my gardlen, we planted some time ago, might shrink and fade but until that day, that day arrives, I'll hold you in my heart and my arms, for all I'm worth

Because you're precious, and so very special (x2), to me

Your little dog, that you left at my house, I'll treat it like a saint, I won't push it about, I'm not an animal lover, but I'm in love with you, I see your smile as I sing and I'm telling the truth when I say...

You're so precious, so very special (x2), to me, so special to me (repeat)

Wunderbar mein Schatz, Himel ist hier mit dir, du machst mich absolut, absolut

Du bist die Beste, du bist die Beste mein Schatz

Precious Love (Henry Beck/Kevin Coyne - 1993) (TOUGH AND SWEET)

Money won't change you, you'll always be the same, forgetting my telephone number, forgetting my real name, call me Bozo, your silly fool

Chorus: I'm waiting for your precious love, the only thing I'm dreaming of x2)

I keep waiting but nothing arrives, waiting and waiting, I'm more dead than alive

Chorus

Everybody knows I'm crazy, that I need someone like you, maybe I want to suffer? I get these weary weary blues, I keep breaking up on Mondays, and Tuesdays I go down, when you telephone and tell me you don't want to see your stool pigeon around

Everybody knows I love you, but they know that I'm half insane, I was blabbering about you to anybody who'd listen, anybody who knows your name

Chorus

If I go crazy tonight, will somebody send a doctor round for me? Somebody send someone in a long white coat, give me something to ease this misery

Chorus (x2)

Pretty Park (Kevin Coyne - 1979) (MILLIONAIRES AND TEDDY BEARS)

Well it's summertime again down on pretty park (x2)

They're smooching, mincing, eyeing each other shining

Laughing into the wind (x2)

Laughing (x2)

Chorus: On pretty park (x2), hear the dogs as they bark on pretty park.

Well it's summertime again down on pretty park (x2)

They're doting, floating, boating, coats soaking

Laughing to themselves (x2) laughing

Chorus

Well it's summertime again down on pretty park (x2)

They're sinking, they're winking, they're thankful, they're a handful

I've never seen such fun (x3)

Fun

Chorus

Sunshine and rainbows

See the rainbows

Doreen and Michael, they're still friends

They will be friends until the world ends

Always sitting on the same old bench

They don't want to go but they've got to go, now, what a wrench

And the sun keeps shining

Oh how it shines (x4)

How it changes your mind (x2)

Chorus

Hear the dogs as they bark

Well it's summertime again down on pretty park (x2)

And they're smooching, they're mincing, they're eyeing each other shining

They're laughing into the wind (x2)

And there's a call from the gate, there's a call from the gate

And the transport is running late and the transport is running late

Chorus (repeat)

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