Ed Harcourt Something To Live For 가사검색 :: 가사집

Something To Live For `Ed Harcourt`

She's moving like a forest fire Leaving no part unscathed Too young to be as jaded as I am But old enough to feel the strain I hope that I can hold on to The beauty that I'll never match The never-ending

Blackwoods Back Home `Ed Harcourt`

There is something in the blackwoods Going in cannot be good All these branches pull me in Notify my next of kin I smell the death tonight It makes me feel so scared, uneasy The darkness blinds the sight

The Music Box `Ed Harcourt`

The Music Box sung by Ed Harcourt The music box is all that's left in the empty house Must've left it when they moved out In a hurry to flee the town Armoured tanks broke through all the soldier's

The Birds Will Sing For Us `Ed Harcourt`

The Birds Will Sing for Us Little girl don't be sad I've set your eyes on fire Don't say I'm a liar that I don't love you Something has brought me down but I won't give up hope It's hard for you

Something In My Eye `Ed Harcourt`

Spider has eight legs, you know Spins its web, the patterns flow There's something in my eye Bloodshot in disguise God knows I really tried Making the big time Aiming to climb high Scattered seeds can't

Shadowboxing `Ed Harcourt`

Hanging off the bridge by a fingernail Trapped in the harbour when the ship set sail Boy you're one card short of the pack Begging for your baby to take you back Stubbed a cigarette out on his hand Scrawls

Hanging With The Wrong Crowd `Ed Harcourt`

Hey baby Jane, you have been climbing down the drain And you run in the rain to the playground climbing frame And the air seems so good and moist and cool When you meet him by the swimming pool What's

He's Building A Swamp `Ed Harcourt`

He don't live in the city He don't live in a town He lives close to the woodland Building a swamp in the dirty ground So watch me crawl Break down the door I'll nail you to the wooden floor Love won't

The Trapdoor `Ed Harcourt`

trapdoor hidden from sight Fell into the blackness, seemed like hours I hit the ground on a sea of skulls There was no treasure, just stolen souls Taken years ago, down this endless hole Man must kill to

Paid To Get Drunk `Ed Harcourt`

At the bottom of an empty glass See myself going nowhere fast And the barman tells me it's time to leave But I haven't got time to care If I have so much love to give Where is that will to live Maybe you

Little Silver Bullet `Ed Harcourt`

And now I think I want to give it back And I can't get to sleep can't hit the sack I don't need this full moon trying to drag me down Cos I'm possessed by something underground Oh Mr Mephistopheles

T Bone Tombstone `Ed Harcourt`

Is it wrong to sing a sad sad song To tell a story that is much too long 'Bout a man who made his way back home And found his name on an old tombstone Nobody knew who he was Why he came and for what cause

This One's For You `Ed Harcourt`

I feel so far away from love 'Cus I can never get enough Like the kid with the cookie jar And if I came back from the grave for a while Would you, could you make a dead man smile I´ll wear you on

Loneliness `Ed Harcourt`

Stays around, won't let you be (loneliness) Corners me in dead-end streets (loneliness) To bring unwanted memories (loneliness) That find their way into my blood stream (loneliness) Loneliness Loneliness

Alligator Boy `Ed Harcourt`

Alligator boy, get back in the swamp Alligator boy, you're looking so scared Alligator boy, get back in the swamp Alligator boy, you're looking so scaley Flicking your tail from side to side with a sick

The Storm Is Coming `Ed Harcourt`

Well what starts out as a warm breeze Turns into something more Like the lightning that burns down houses Or the wind that blows down doors Oh I see it in the distance It moves much faster than I think

Lately I've Been Feeling Rather Strange `Ed Harcourt`

The sweat of my back, is stuck to my shirt. Drama and intrigue, are boring me so. I just want a simple Life, live it so. Lately, I’ve been feeling rather strange.

Black Dress `Ed Harcourt`

For days I've searched for the words So I don't make a mess of this I'll trade my eyes for a fleeting wish I woke at 7am The cold air was not becoming This tune I started humming And you lay there so

Bittersweetheart `Ed Harcourt`

Bittersweetheart by Ed Harcourt if I could only see straight I wouldn't be lonley these days I'd drag my body out of this place and every sunday I sleep and pray that my soul will keep for I'll

Attaboy Go Spin A Yarn `Ed Harcourt`

Attaboy, go spin a yarn about the good old days Catching fish laughing aloud out on Compton Bay I'm not one for nostalgia, don't really like the past I'm just a happy man with a ship and a sail and a mast

Born In The '70s `Ed Harcourt`

I was born the year punk broke Days before the king was dead It was the year of the snake I was a red-faced child Who stumbled where he tread Was kept in orderly file My parents name me Ed I tried my hardest

Good Friends Are Hard To Find `Ed Harcourt`

I wish you all the more success More than I could ever have I wish you most happiness Good friends are hard to find Don't make the mistakes I've made And if you do, don't be afraid The greatest

Here Be Monsters `Ed Harcourt`

Fell in the well Church rang a bell Priests they just tried to help but he went straight to hell Lost in the flames, such a shame Here be monsters again Here be monsters again Brain wash the weak Join

Bleed A River Deep `Ed Harcourt`

Bleed a River Deep When the clock strikes dead on midnight Books fly through the hall All the lampshades turn and rotate She walks through the wall With hands in pockets I search for rockets that

Whistle Of A Distant Train `Ed Harcourt`

Scream through the silence and over the hills 10 thousand years have gone by Passing the islands and broken down mills The train silhouettes through the skyline Mere emotion, see the ocean Just for one

Sister Renee `Ed Harcourt`

myself fade on the bed that was made not by Nurse Ratchet but by you, yeah by you Your uniform fits the charm and the wit Life on the top floor by my side, by my side I'm down in a pit with nowhere to

Watching The Sun Come Up `Ed Harcourt`

Watching The Sun Come Up by Ed Harcourt You know it feels nice, watching the sun come up and I`ve realized I can never return Oh babe it feels good, watching the sun come up I can attack the day

Shanghai `Ed Harcourt`

Let's move away together, go interplanetary Maybe in Chinese weather, where it's sanitary I'll go out trawler fishing, yeah we'll have tuna steak I'm on a special mission, for us to have a break We'll

Angels On Your Body `Ed Harcourt`

There's angels on your body, baby You look so good Strangers turn their heads to see You dance through the silver wood I would cut my heart out And nail it on to those who doubt The angels on your body

Atlantic City `Ed Harcourt`

Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night, now they blew up his house too Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight gonna see what them racket boys can do Now there's trouble