12/30/2015
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Fairytale of NYC
Song by Shane MacGowan | Kirsty MacColl | The Pogues. Demo in Elysian Heights | Echo Park kitchen of Eliot Lee Hazel (way up hi in the hillz & they'v got eyes) 4 Petite Meller
Copacetic (Solo)
caught your fist in my southern mouth
when you found her ghost sleepin’ in our house
she was there with me, she was every dream
she was in our bed when you were on your knees
so send a postcard when you go
we’ll be better off alone
go get lost in your city speed
and i’ll be here any time you need
a little piece of me
well we had such a good time while it lasted
and honey you’ll stay on my mind
until i can say “i don’t need your love”
so send a postcard when you go
we’ll be better off alone
go get lost in your city speed
and i’ll be here any time you need
a little piece of me
a little piece of me
caught your fist in my southern mouth
when you found her ghost sleepin’ in our house
she was there with me, she was on TV
she was in our bed when you were on your knees
Never Seen Central Park (Solo)
i head to the city
because the city and your face, they look the same
and aren't you pretty?
but you forgot my damn name, so i ask
"is this the line for the bathroom?"
i drank too much coffee today
and all these girls,
they all look the same
but i'm not lonely anymore
won't catch me staring at your floorboards
lift up your head, shoot down those lonely blues
got stopped on the highway
for a ticket and the bond that i didn't pay
cop asked me ten questions
and i forgot my own name, so i ask
"will you meet me down at the station?"
i drank too much liquor tonight
and all these cock-sucking mother-fucking shitty little piggies
oh yeah
they were lookin for a fight
but i'm not lonely anymore
won't catch me staring at your floorboards
lift up your head, shoot down those lonely blues
well i've done all i can do
with a bottle in the green room and a rusted spoon
both dripping from my mouth like some lead balloons
and i'm standing on my ex, looking straight into your room
with a pair of brown eyes halfway to jersey by noon
and the palm trees line the road under that judgmental moon
hanging so low in your sky and mine
trying to sip from our bottles of wine
8,000,000 : 1
squirrels in the yard are jumpin tree to tree
while dogs like us we get distracted by the fleas
you make me feel like i am underneath
the bleachers you in your sneakers and the hot-eared teachers and the manicured green
look at all these stars
the highway's not too far
i'll try my best but new york girls are so hard to impress
oh 8 million to 1 and everybody walks like they're someone
tellin em off is such an easy way to play
and rising above that it gets harder every day
learnin your facts yeah that don't matter anyway
so pen your hot take and just throw it all away all away
but you you walk to me
gonna have to wait a week
trouble now gettin to sleep
it's cold underneath the sheets
but love is easy
sometimes wishin you were here
mostly wishin i was there
give you all i got to share and love is easy
8 million to 1
8 million to 1