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Track Name: October
There comes a time in Autumn skies
Before the wind or even clouds
When birds know
They know that soon a storm will break
Nothing moves but they know
There comes a time in lovers' eyes
Before they kiss or even touch
When they know
They know the other loves them too
Nothing's said but they know

And still sometimes in the dark
He sees her face again
From all those years ago
And all those years again
When she was someone else's wife
And he was waiting for the rain
And oh when they kissed behind the chapel door
It rained rainbows on his head
And how the stones still echo every word he said
He said I will love you till the day I die
I will love you like a hooligan
I will smash the windows of your heart
And steal your days away from him
Do you remember him sitting there

In his room in that small hotel
Hearing footsteps climb the stair
And it could be
Marie Pepe or anyone
But he knows that it's her
And they walk to that small cafe
Where she says just speak to me
And he says
The sun is out yet still it's cold
And they know they both know

And still sometimes in the dark
He sees her face again
From all those years ago
And all those years again
When she was someone else's wife
And he was waiting for the rain
And oh when they kissed behind the chapel door
It rained rainbows on his head
And how the stones still echo every word he said
He said I will love you till the day I die
I will love you like a hooligan
I will smash the windows of your heart
And steal your days away from him
Do you remember him sitting there

And my you're looking well
They years have been kind
Since when your cheek once blushed
At the insistence of my kiss
Behind the chapel door as outside the rain
Began to fall

© Philip Jeays 1997
Track Name: Geoff
Geoff
You are my friend
And you will be
Till the end
But Geoff
Sometimes inside
I have these thoughts Geoff
I have to hide
Geoff Geoff Geoff
When I think of your house Geoff
That lovely country cottage of a house Geoff
And I know though it's often been said
In jest but one blow to your head

And it could be mine Geoff mine
All of the time
It could be so simple Geoff
Oh and life could be fine
Ah but killing you Geoff and really what for
Two floors and a roof, four walls and a door
Isn't our friendship worth so much more
Geoff

And Geoff
You are my friend
And you will be, maybe
Till the end
But Geoff
Sometimes I find
I have these ideas Geoff
Come into my mind
Geoff Geoff Geoff
When I think of your car Geoff
That four litre two seater dream of a car Geoff
And I know how quick it could be
If you, if you were run over by me

Then it could be mine Geoff mine
All of the time
It could be so simple Geoff
Oh and life could be fine
Ah but killing you Geoff and really what for
A car I would love till the next one I saw
Isn't our friendship worth so much more
Geoff

And Geoff
You are my friend
And you will be, maybe
Till the end
But Geoff
Sometimes awake in my bed
I hear these voices Geoff
Inside my head
Geoff Geoff Geoff
When I think of your wife Geoff
That smiling beguiling blonde of a wife Geoff
And I think, well we'll all die one day
But if I could just show you the way

Then she could be mine Geoff mine
All of the time
It could be so simple Geoff
Oh and life could be fine
Ah but killing you Geoff and really what for
A smile and a kiss from some bleach blonded whore
Isn't our friendship worth so much more
Geoff

Yes killing you Geoff, and really what for
I'm round at your house most evenings what's more
I've been in your car ten times or more
And as for your wife Geoff
Well what are friends for Geoff
Say nothing more Geoff
What are friends for
Oh Geoff

© Philip Jeays 1997
Track Name: Eastbourne
Along the promenade
Their lives are getting shorter
Just deckchairs have a future
Holding up an old soldier
This is the last resort
The very last resort
That was my home

They wander in lines of four
Still clinging to the great war
Or maybe the one before
Does it matter anymore
This is the last resort
The very last resort
That was my home

And along the promenade
The brass band's playing Elgar
Pomp tiddley omp
Tiddley om pom pom
Pom pom

And while the men are bowling
The old dears are patrolling
Both petting and cajoling
Young men who are out strolling
This is the last resort
The very last resort
That was my home

Their diamonds hide their years
Their earrings drip like tears
They stroll along the piers
Like walking chandeliers
This is the last resort
The very last resort
That was my home

And along the promenade
The brass band's playing Wagner
Pom tiddley om
Tiddley om pom pom
Pom pom

Their horizons are the ground
As they walk without a sound
It's winter all year round
As they wait to go to ground
This is the last resort
The very last resort
That was my home

They still clutch the photograph
Of their loving better half
Who has this for epitaph
He went out without his scarf
This is the last resort
The very last resort
That was my home

And along the promenade
Their hearts are beating softer
Pom tiddley om
Tiddley om pom pom
Pom pom
Pom
Pom
Pom

© Philip Jeays 1985
Track Name: Say You Love Me
A cold wind shivers through me
Like a cigarette when I was twenty-one
Freezing the breath within me
Catching the words on the tip of my tongue
I gaze on you as a wondering child
Gazes on his first rainbow

Say you love me love me only
Take forever tell me slowly
Say you love me and I'll believe you
Tell me softly as I leave you
Say you love me like a raindrop
In the oceans of my dreams

And though these tides of reason
Have left me cold as the skies up above
Yet still with age this reason
Can reason not with the ages of love
And watching you sometimes I feel
I've spent my life just waiting for you
Say you love me love me only
Take forever tell me slowly
Say you love me and I'll believe you
Tell me softly as I leave you

Say you love me when I am aching
Say you love me when I am shaking
Say you love me when I am breaking
And the dreams in my eyes all crumble away
When I'm longing and lost tell me lies but say
You love me in ways I've never heard
Say you love me tell me dreams too absurd
To believe in and I'll believe every word
You're saying
The say it again
Say you love me in ways I've never heard
Say you love me tell me dreams too absurd
To believe in and I'll believe every word
You're saying
Say you love me
Say you love me
You love me
© Philip Jeays 1997
Track Name: Cupid Is A Drunkard
Here comes the groom
With his youth in full bloom
Going over the top
And though people see
Distant artillery
No-one dares say stop
And in the vestry
Drinking whisky
Cupid's feeling odd
For love should dress
In happiness
Not in the ties of God

Now Cupid is a drunkard
And it doesn't help his aim
When it comes to my lovers
But I know he's not to blame
For is it any wonder
When he sees the care men take
That Cupid is a drunkard
And women have to fake

Now here comes the bride
All fat and wide
Just like the old song says
She's armed to the teeth
With a ring and a wreath
And a bullet that says yes
And in the vestry
Drinking whisky
Cupid feels his age
For love should be
Wild and free
Not wedlocked in a cage

Now Cupid is a drunkard
And it doesn't help his aim
When it comes to my lovers
But I know he's not to blame
For is it any wonder
When he sees how women cheat
That Cupid is a drunkard
And men kerb crawl the streets

Now here comes the vicar
Bleating love is forever
With a smile ten tablets wide
And if he's contented
It's because he's invented
His own bit on the side
And in the vestry
Drinking whisky
Cupid's feeling sick
For lasting love
Is hard enough
Without religion's stick

Now Cupid is a drunkard
And it doesn't help his aim
When it comes to my lovers
But I know he's not to blame
For is it any wonder
When he sees love certified
That Cupid is a drunkard
And his arrows so often fly wide.

© Philip Jeays 1992
Track Name: Only This High
I remember the taste of that silver spoon
That fed me and clothed me and kept me from harm
The fingers that wrapped me so tender and warm
In blankets of kindness lest I should fall
My days began in the light of the dawn
In the vastness of stillness that hung in the hall
When the sun's first rays seeped soft over all
To colour the gardens and silence the moon

I was only this high and so proud of my years
I counted my age in quarters and halves
I counted the cares of the world on one hand
And counted my own in the tinsel of dreams
I was only this high when the tide first came in
On the castles I'd built on the edge of the sand
When the sea first decayed the walls that I'd made
And murmured the truths of days yet unseen
And of years in between

I lived in a house so white and so high
Like a ship that had stopped just short of the sea
And I was just a passenger there
Waiting impatient for that journey to pass
I ran on the Downs with a breeze in my hair
And dreamt in the flowers and swam in the grass
And splashed in the shouts of the wind through the trees
And floated in fields that stared at the sky

I was only this high and I wanted to see
My oncoming years before they saw me
I wanted to have much more than to need
To fight like a king and like a soldier to bleed
I was only this high and my eyes were so young
They looked at the sun and saw rivers of gold
They looked at the rain and saw the tears of God
And they screwed up and cried when the wind was too cold
I was only this high when I first spoke a lie
When I played in the woods and watched a summertime die
When I learnt how to laugh and was taught not to cry
Though I still don't know why

And I was only this high when I first saw your face
When I first felt my world revolve in the arms
Of an eight year old girl when she smiled my name
When I knew that my life would never be the same
And I was only this high when I first burnt the wings
Of my angelic youth on a few simple sins
That Jesus forgave every sunday at ten
So that by twelve o'clock I could do them again

And I was only this high when I first felt the pain
Of a love that dissolves like snow in the rain
But still that lost love because it was not my own
Did not break my heart though it did break my home
I was only this high but this high was high enough to see
The curtain come down and the years give way
To the vagabond life that brings me here today

© Philip Jeays 1988
Track Name: Ed Is At The Ritz
Here we are in gay Paris
Harry Marie-Antoinette and me
And for the moment I'm her king
Just while she waits for the real thing
And in the rain Place Pompidou
Harry and me we sing our songs
To a rampant crowd of one or two
When who but who should chance along

It's Ed, Ed is at the Ritz
With his perfect smile and his chiselled lips
Ed, Ed is at the Ritz
With his perfect shoulders and their golden chips
But we, ah we, we are much too poor
We spend our nights Hotel Belfort
We spend our days with one guitar
Between ourselves, between each bar

While in the Cafe des Artistes
Ed and Marie-Antoinette
Are talking Klimt and Toulouse Lautrec
And Monet's Lilies and Rodin's Kiss
But we are much too thick for that
We just sing ourselves as hoarse as hell
Harry sings Roy Orbison
And me, well I sing Jacky Brel
But Ed is singing songs of love
Strumming on his credit card
I'd like to sing those songs as well
But Dad's fucked off and times are hard

But not for Ed, Ed is at the Ritz
Drinking champagne and eating caviar
Ed, Ed is at the Ritz
Drinking beaujolais and eating steak tartare
But we, ah we, we are much too poor
We spend our nights Hotel Belfort
We spend our days with one guitar
Between ourselves, between each bar

While in the Cafe des Poetes
Ed and Marie-Antoinette
Are talking Keats and Baudelaire
And such elan and quelle finesse
But we are much too proud for that
We just sing ourselves as hoarse as hell
Harry sings his Unconscious Mind
And me, well I sing Jacky Brel
But Ed is singing songs of love
Strumming on his credit card
I'd like to sing those songs as well
But Dad's fucked off and times are hard

But not for Ed, Ed is at the Ritz
With it's golden taps and it's marble stairs
Ed, Ed is at the Ritz
With his mobile phone and his stocks and shares
But we, ah we, we are much too poor
We spend our nights Hotel Belfort
We spend our days with one guitar
Between ourselves, between each bar

While in the Cafe des Amoureux
Ed and Marie-Antoinette
Are talking love and holding hands
And dreaming nights of untold bliss
But we are much too shy for that
We just sing ourselves as hoarse as hell
Harry sings Cosi Fan Tutti
And me, I'm still singing Jacky Brel
But Ed is singing songs of love
About how much he's getting hard
Now Marie-Antoinette has got
Her lips stuck round his credit card

For we, ah we, we are much too poor
We spend our nights Hotel Belfort
And times are hard and life's a bitch
Now Ed and Marie-Antoinette
Are staying at the Ritz

© Philip Jeays 1992
Track Name: Remember Me To The Roses
Still I don't remember
Just what happened there
Or how I came to be here
Upon this harbour wall
Standing in the darkness
Waiting for a boat
A boat to take me
God knows where
God knows why
I don't care
I just know I must go away
Far from these aching isles
Stay away till catching my breath
Comes easy again

Remember me to the roses
I think they always knew
Even then when I gave them
What little good they'd do
For one in love with another
Or this one in love with you
I've given all I have to give
Now what else can I do

Standing by the rail
As we pull away
Watching the town lights
Bobbing in the dark
And still I'm longing
To see your face again
But still your fingers
Are stripping
The bark
Of my heart
And I know I must go away
Far from these aching isles
Stay away till catching my breath
Comes easy again

Remember me to the roses
I think they always knew
Even then when I gave them
What little good they'd do
For one in love with another
Or this one in love with you
I've given all I have to give
Now all I ask of you

Remember me to the roses
I think they always knew
Even then when I gave them
What little good they'd do
For one in love with another
Or this one in love with you

For the kisses I stole
In the light of your doorway
For the kisses I stole
In the light of your hallway
For the days and the nights
For the wrongs and the rights
For the burning flame
Of my unrepentant love

Remember me to the roses
I think they always knew
Even then when I gave them
What little good they'd do
For one in love with another
Or this one in love with you
I've given all I have to give
Now what else can I do
What else can I do
What else can I do

© Philip Jeays 1995
Track Name: Madame
They say the finest things in life
Are for the rich and well to do
But still poor as I am
I take one look at Madame
And I know it isn't true
For all she sees in painting
Is the daubs of losers at a loss
For her artistic compulsion
Stops at two coats of emulsion
And the skirting board in gloss

And me I do the cleaning
Around her priceless art but still
When I talk of Picasso
She talks of Dulux vinyl

But she loves days spent in galleries
To recharge her artistic batteries
As she brays her mindless flatteries
Over Renoirs and Modiglianis
And when she says oh how I love the Dutch
I say Madame these are not the Dutch as such
But more south and west of the continent
She says I know that's what I meant

They say the finest things in life
Are for the rich and well to do
But still poor as I am
I take one look at Madame
And I know it isn't true
For all she sees in music
Is to be seen where it's at
With her gaudy decoration
And Gaultier's latest creation
She looks like a trifle in a hat

And me I do the cooking
Italiano pleases her
But when I talk of Puccini
She talks of Lloyd Webber

But she loves nights at the opera
It must be good for her insomnia
As she snores through Kiri Te Kanawa
As she soars through La Cenerentola
And when she says oh how I love Verdi
I say Madame this is more Rossini
Although Verdi was also an Italian gent
She says I know that's what I meant

They say the finest things in life
Are for the rich and well to do
But still poor as I am
I take one look at Madame
And I know it isn't true
For all she sees in romance
Is a swelling bank account
For she has in her possession
Photos of an indiscretion
Between a Count and his mount

And me I do the washing
All her fine and lacy things
But when I talk of the Romantics
She talks of Jackie Collins

But she spends hours in contemplation
Of the beauty of her reflection
But me I've found the explanation
Her eyes and brain have no connection
And when she says oh how I'm beautiful
I say Madame you are more neanderthal
Too rich too stupid and too arrogant
She says I know that's what I meant

© Philip Jeays 1993
Track Name: Beachy Head
Charcoal thin
You wipe the wisps of windblown
Wishbone blonde from your face
Standing here
In the careless fearless
Crystal fountain of your youth
Here where once I ran
Gleefooted hill high and down
Over sisters side by side
The swan in my mouth still shabby and brown
Between these flaking hulls
Throwing stones and kicking gulls
Where first I held and kissed you
In the storming paunch of April

And I do believe no-one waits for me
And I do believe waiting is a sin
And I do believe there's no God or king
Knows a majesty as pure as this

Looking back
My heart a box of worms to bait
The briefest silver fin of my youth
I gaze down
Upon these grave cold flintlocked
Mussel padlocked seaweed fetlocked rocks
And here I will return one day
With priested lungs and rusting hands
To kick the gulls again
A vicious and a bitter man
And all the wind-worn day
I'll spit my teeth away
Singing songs of love about you
Telling lies and cursing children

And I do believe nothing waits for me
And I do believe that love is all
And I do believe across this slated sky
Giants fold their arms and gaze in awe

Stand upon this cliff top
This crown of seven kings
Throw your heart into the air
Upon a child's wings

And I do believe you'll see angels fly
You'll hear a thousand horses crashing
White with rage and cold with dying
And I do believe those whose passion died
Once in the arms of failure might raise
Their eyes and see their wings again
With the sun in their hair
And the wind on their faces
Standing proud in this holy holy holy holy place
Where lovers come to die

© Philip Jeays 1992