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Porcelain Doll
03:06
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Pretty little porcelain doll
She walks around like a clockwork model
On her three inch heels
Don’t fall over pretty porcelain doll
She talks like a recording
But sounds sweet as a baby
Smiles like turning light-switch
Pretty little porcelain doll
Pretty little porcelain doll
Wears diamonds
Paints her eyes with shadows
Puffed red blushing cheeks
Face like white Paper Mache
She walks around in circles
Wants to kill her manager
Talks behind your back you know
Has a cold judging eye
See you later pretty porcelain doll
Pretty little porcelain doll
Puts on her paper hat
Leaves the building by the front door
Works in a large office
Into the world of cobwebs
Has a heart of splinters
Never had it easy
Falls over on the front steps, smashes
See you later pretty porcelain doll
It’s all make up and break downs in the office these days…
It’s all make up and break downs in the office these days…
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City Lights
03:44
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Yes, you're lonely, and you know, cause you told me
You were feeling low
From your own flat, you hear the sounds
Of the Tomcats doing their rounds
But you're on your own tonight
In the night time, you feel so free
You go driving to the hills to see
From the hilltop, the city's glow
It's just a pity that you have to go
There alone, you love to see the city lights
And if they're asking what it is
You can say it's nothing they've not seen before
And if they're asking for a bit
You can say let's save it for the way back home
City nightspot all the girls
Wear their best cloths for the boys
You remember how it feels
Let's go out now, come with me tonight
Let's go see the city lights
Go see the city, go see the city lights
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3. |
The Actor
04:03
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You’re not the person you say, it’s like you put on a play
You’re not all that you appear, the curtain falls and you disappear from the stage
The morning after
You’re not a shy one are you? Who knows why someone like you
Spends all their time underground, takes their cue from the sound of the audience’s applause
You love to hog the spotlight, never forgetting your lines
And when the stage snow starts to fall, it’s like the belle at the ball, wallflowers peel off the walls
Chorus:
The play they’re showing tonight, it’s starring Mr Stagefright
And when you enter stage right, after a few of your lines (sniff sniff)
We know we’re in for a show, then enters Mr Ego. Tonight, it’s Jekyl & Hyde..
Don’t like to see you this way, acting like everything’s great
I just can’t figure you out, why do you need to act out
The role of Hamlet Act 3, screaming: “Infamy! They’ve all got it in for me !”
And when the morning arrives, old Romeo has retired
With his poisoned Juliet, but she’s just another actress
He leaves her there on the bed and crawls back into his head
He disappears from the stage the morning after
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4. |
Hangover Lane
04:18
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As the day winds down, and the hours roll up, I sit at a desk and shuffle paper
All thoughts of love are just thoughts that’s all, phones ring interrupting each other
And I search through people´s names
Voices come through numb from the other room, blurred somethings float in the air,
Not sharp like talk from an outdoor bar, and my mind is drunk over there
Well there was a time when the warm winds blew, and the night poured in glasses on the table
And you kissed my cheek under blossomed trees, and it made me feel lighter than the air
But now you’re not here, and I’m not over there, and the office pours paper on the table
Rain falls down splash like teacups outside, smashing open on Thomas Street Road
As I sit and wait for the working day to close its eyes and shrink away
I stand up to go, turn the PC off, take my coat and walk out of the building
Then I buy myself some more cigarettes as I walk down Meath Street in the rain
Watching the teacups as they fall from the sky down a road that’s as long as a cigarette
Where a cold wind blows on a long walk home, holding The Times over my head
So I cut along by Swift´s Alley, hold my head down Hangover Lane
Thinking “where am I?” under cloudy skies, and I miss the warm winds that blew
And I miss kissing with you
Hangover Lane...
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5. |
Ray of Sunshine
03:21
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My friend she’s like a ray of sunshine
When she’s ´round, nobody complains
And I must seem like a cloud to her
With my pockets full of rain
Everybody wants to be around the sun’s rays
My friend she’s like a ray of sunshine
I don’t know how else to explain
Hope I don’t seem like a cloud to her
When I see her I pour my pockets down the drain
Yeah, my pockets full of rain...
Everybody wants to be around the sun’s rays
My friend’s just like a ray of sunshine
Never met somebody so warm
Hope I don’t seem like a cloud to her
To be the calm at the centre of the storm
With my pockets full of rain
I’m waiting on a plane to leave without delay
So I can see her face again
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It doesn’t seem like long ago
These are the same streets they used to know
I see the pictures in black and white
And I think about what it must have been like
Get out of these clothes and into something old
I was gonna buy, was in my eyes, but I forgot about it…
Reaching out a hand to get back to that place
Where you were just a face and I was sold on all your ways…
These days no one knows me and everyone who phones me
In this damn machine don’t mean a thing
Just makes me scream out really quiet, try it…
(Instrumental chorus)
These buildings used to be so very different then
A photograph is what, it’s not a lot, it’s not a dream, but close that seems…
Once we sat inside that little coffee place
That brand new shiny bar and there were cars that looked brand new
They now look old to you…
(Instrumental chorus)
A line of pretty girls are walking up the steps
While in the bus above the handsome boys wake up and soon see something new…
The dust gets on my shoes as I walk down the road
And over all your old street photos, it spreads across, you wipe it off…
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7. |
Cream Seems Fine
05:07
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Who’s that at the door?
Maybe that’s for me
Waves across the hall
Thinking silently
Cream seems fine to me (brothers)
‘Seems fine to me (sisters)
In the night time
Who’s that in the street?
Is that the girl I knew?
Maybe we might meet
Maybe time just flew
Looking through the glass
Out into the world
Staring at the sky
What are you looking for?
Out on the piss again
Takes it out of me
Looking at the pretty girls
Dancing all round of me
You know you broke my heart
I know you didn’t mean
No one ever does
Walking around in a dream
The chemicals in your brain
They make you feel empty
I’m standing in the pouring rain
I’m fading off the street
But cream seems fine to me…
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8. |
Tumbling Monday
04:16
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Oh Tumbling Monday, thunderball, catch the sunny sounds in the air with your hands
Well Tuesday was rich, fell in the ditch, falling all the time, always saying oh no
Please pick me up, Sue, I know you do, but this time I really need you, oh yes I do
I know I’m not James Dean, Casanova, staring at my shoes, lowly cigarette, well...
Oh no, oh no... how low can you go?
I told you with my eyes, you agreed, still we didn’t say anything, you didn’t say
That you had another doting on you, guess I should have seen, but your look was clean
Oh Wednesday seemed endless, but that’s where it ended, coming home late, can’t get to sleep.
I believe anything you put in front of me, look around, maybe there’s a catch it’s trick or treat, well...
Oh no, oh no... how low can you go?
There must be a hope for us all, for us all...
Where did I go wrong the poet says, you fool stumbling, mumbling, where’s the poetry?
The grace in her movements, caressing your eyes, there’s your first mistake, clumsy one reflecting that style...
Oh no, oh no...
Oh nursery rhymes and lullabies, falling for warm eyes, no surprise then
Just out of the playpen and back again, wake up sleepy head, time is quarter to ten.
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9. |
Universe of Sand
02:53
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Take a grain of sand
Pick it up and just hold it in your hand
Take a minute to think about a man
In a universe made of sand
Ask me how I am
All my troubles are just like grains of sand
I hold on, but they´re slipping through my hands
In my own little world of sand
And I know when I die I will return to sand
What a piece of work is man
How he separates himself from the land
Spending all his days making aimless plans
Building castles made out of sand
And I know when I die I will return to sand
With a telescope in hand
I look up, but it´s hard to understand
How those stars are like little grains of sand
In a universe made of sand
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10. |
The Night Time
02:19
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I don’t know how to reach you in the night time
Cause I haven’t had your number for such a long time
Don´t go
Mmm…
We used to stay out playing until the night time
But now we’re much too busy and the time’s flying
Mmm…
When they told us that you´d left us, I was caught blind
It was you who was the sad one, now the world´s crying…
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Padraig O'Connor Madrid, Spain
Padraig O'Connor is an Irish singer-songwriter based in Madrid, Spain.
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