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Something in me, dark and sticky...


James Hart

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All the time it's getting strong

No way of dealing with this feeling

Can't go on like this too long

 

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This time you've gone too far

This time you've gone too far

This time you've gone too far

I told you, I told you, I told you, I told you!

This time you've gone too far

This time you've gone too far

This time you've gone too far

I told you, I told you, I told you...

 

Don't talk back

Just drive the car

Shut your mouth

I know what you are

Don't say nothing

Keep your hands on the wheel

Don't turn around

This is for real

Digging in the dirt

Stay with me, I need support

I'm digging in the dirt

To find the places I got hurt

Open up the places I got hurt

I got hurt

 

The more I look, the more I find

As I close on in, I get so blind

I feel it in my head, I feel it in my toes

I feel it in my sex, thats the place it goes

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I know something about opening windows and doors

I know how to move quietly to creep across creaky wooden floors

I know where to find precious things in all your cupboards and drawers

 

Slipping the clippers

Slipping the clippers through the telephone wires

The sense of isolation inspires

Inspires me

 

I like to feel the suspense when I'm certain you know I am there

I like you lying awake, your baited breath charging the air

I like the touch and the smell of all the pretty dresses you wear

Intruder's happy in the dark

Intruder come

Intruder come and leave his mark

leave his mark

 

I am the intruder

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I was just jamming to that earlier tonight... :thu:

 

 

I can't say I dislike anything the man has put out... I like each new release better than the last.

 

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folded in your fleshy purse

i am floating once again

while the muted sounds are pumping rhythm

all the walls close in on me

pressure's building wave on wave

till the water breaks - and outside i go, oh

 

one dot, that's on or off, defines what is and what is not, one dot

two dot, a pair of eyes, a voice, a touch, complete surprise, two dot

growing up, growing up,

looking for a place to live

growing up, growing up,

looking for a place to live

growing up, growing up,

looking for a place to live

 

my ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown

my ghost likes to travel so deep into your space

 

three dot, a trinity, a way to map the universe

three dot

four dot, is what will make a square, a bed to build on, it's all there,

four dot

 

my ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown

my ghost likes to travel so deep into your space

 

all the slow clouds pass us by

make the Empire State look high

as you take me in your sea-stained sweetness

it spills, it tingles and it stings

all the pleasure that it brings

'till the door has let the outside inside here

 

well on the floor there's a long wooden table

on the table there's an open book

on the page there's a detailed drawing

and on the drawing is the name i took

 

my ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown

my ghost likes to travel so deep into your space

 

growing up, growing up,

looking for a place to live

growing up, growing up,

looking for a place to live

growing up, growing up,

looking for a place to live

growing up, growing up,

looking for a place to live

 

my ghost likes to travel

my ghost likes to travel

moving inside of your space

my ghost likes to travel

my ghost likes to travel

moving inside of your space

my ghost likes to travel

moving inside

my ghost likes to travel

moving inside of your space

my ghost likes to travel

moving inside

my ghost likes to travel

moving inside of your space

 

the breathing stops, i don't know when

in transition once again

such a struggle getting through these changes

and it all seems so absurd

to be flying like a bird

when i do not feel I've really landed here.

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I was just jamming to that earlier tonight...
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I can't say I dislike anything the man has put out... I like each new release better than the last.


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My favorite singer/lyricist of all time. I kinda like his older, darker work the best, though.

 

This is possibly his best stuff in my opinion

 

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Phenominal live album.

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something in me , dark and sticky.... it reminds me of when I used to have a room mate, we got really drunk, and when I woke up the next morning, he was standing over me with a half a fudgesicle and a smile and I had muscles that hurt that I didn't even know I had :

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'Harold The Barrel' from Nursery Cryme is still one of my all-time fav prog songs...The lyrics are brilliant

 

 

News:

 

A well-known Bognor restaurant-owner disappeared

early this morning.

Last seen in a mouse-brown overcoat,

suitably camouflaged,

they saw him catch a train.

 

 

Man-in-the-street:

 

"Father of three its disgusting"

"Such a horrible thing to do"

Harold the Barrel cut off his toes and he served them all

for tea

"Can't go far", "He can't go far".

"Hasn't got a leg to stand on"

"He can't go far".

 

 

Man-on-the-spot:

 

I'm standing in a doorway on the main square

tension is mounting

There's a restless crowd of angry people

 

 

Man-on-the-council:

 

"More than we've ever seen.

- had to tighten up security"

 

Over to the scene at the town hall

The Lord Mayor's ready to speak

 

 

Lord Mayor:

 

"Man of suspicion, you can't last long, the British Public

is on our side"

 

 

British Public:

 

"Can't last long", "You can't last long".

"Said you couldn't trust him, his brother was just the same"

"You can't last long".

 

 

Harold:

 

If I was many miles from here,

I'd be sailing in an open boat on the sea

Instead I'm on this window ledge,

With the whole world below

Up at the window

Look at the window...

 

 

Mr.Plod:

"We can help you"

 

Plod's Chorus:

"We can help you"

 

Mr. Plod:

"We're all your friends, if you come on down

and talk to us son"

 

 

Harold:

You must be joking

Take a running jump

 

The crowd was getting stronger and our Harold

getting weaker;

Forwards, backwards, swaying side to side

Fearing the very worst

They called his mother to the sight

Upon the ledge beside him

His mother made a last request.

 

 

67-yr-old Mrs Barrel:

"Come off the ledge if your father were alive he'd be very,

very, very upset.

"Just can't jump, you just can't jump"

"Your shirt's all dirty, there's a man here from

the B.B.C."

"You just can't jump"

 

 

Mr. Plod:

"We can help you"

 

Plod's Chorus:

"We can help you"

 

Mr. Plod:

"We're all your friends, if you come on down

and talk to us Harry"

 

 

Harold:

You must be joking.

Take a running jump......

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