Davie Lawson

Lyrics

Konichiwa?

Your son may grow to be a pauper
My country is where the land it rains (momma)
Indian Summers (boat trip on the Euphrates)
Childhood days
Berlin’s wall
Josephine
When the money left so did the priest
Delia
Oh, my messiah
Venus of Africa

Your son may grow to be a pauper {pauper’s wage}

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I’ve been living out on Broadway, on a paupers wage

I’ve been dealing in the bible, my demise is evident,

I’ve been singing through the blitzkrieg that when she’s back I’m back again,

been singing in the blitzkrieg, when she’s back I’m back again

lets go to the river on mass

lets go to the river on mass.

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‘to the rockafeller centre’ said st. john to Augustine

as Isadora Duncan, got her scarf caught in the wheel,

as the old Reagan hope home, gave a bed to norma jean,

the old Reagan hope home gave a home to norma jean,

lets go the river on mass

lets go to the river on mass.

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So some may call you ishmail, Well whoop-a-dee-do for you,

At least they left you, with two fingers to salute!

All I said was, You and me are through

lets go the river on mass

lets go to the river on mass.

My country where the land it rains {Momma}

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Momma, come and rattle my walls,

Come and sink on my floor

Come and sell me to the cops

Lady, in your mansion house

Come and do me when you can

And say to me one time

Oh my momma come home.

My momma come home

Oh my momma come home,

My momma come home,

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Lady, come and dance in my death,

come and teach me the twelve steps,

You could come and teach me the twelve steps,

Momma, come and roll up my sleeves

Come and sweep up my leaves,

Come and sweep up my leaves

And say to me one time

Oh my momma come home,

My momma come home,

Oh my momma come home,

My momma come home,

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If only for a little while,

Oh my momma come home,

My momma come home,

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Momma, come and dance in my dirt

you can be my sun and be my earth,

You can be my sun and be my earth,

Momma, come and fell my family tree,

be my glory striptease,

be my glory striptease..

And say to me one time

Oh my momma come home,

My momma come home,

Oh my momma come home,

My momma come home

Indian Summers

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All I am to you,

is the king and queen of truth,

We ran amok one time,

down your quarter mile,

And you once sowed yourself,

into the folds of a gypsy dress,

And all that you are these days,

Is a man of god and war,

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Lost in your killer’s.

Lost in your killer’s room.

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Now you’re the king of grief,

you hold a meeting for forty thieves

in the throws of a business suit,

you saw the devil and the daffodil,

the bomb go boom, and the bullet bang,

for a $ of dust, and a £ of sand

and can’t help wondering,

if you’re a man of god at all

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Lost in your killer’s.

Lost in your killer’s room.

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Childhood days

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Childhood days lover,

Are you sleeping well lover,

The here and now can go right to hell lover,

I saw your face lover,

As those green gallows came,

Go look for my grave lady now,

And you will see my name,

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They say I drowned lover,

Or at least gave way lover,

And when death came,

That I fell for its ways lover,

Delicate wilds lover,

Your tears are a flood,

Look for my grave lady now,

If it will do you some good.,

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Skin and bones lover,

My flight and theft lover,

Throw me into your bad river bed lover,

Stripped and dragged lover,

Through my own dead wood.

Look for my grave lady now,

But will it do any good.

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We slept for day’s lover,

We healed the wounds lover,

Sank in the teeth,

we christened your womb lover,

I’ve seen your shores lover,

I’ve been your ship

and I’ve been your wreck,

We’ve beaten a path

down to hopelessness,

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Who could say if it

were a train or a fist lover,

A faintness in breath,

was all that you hit lover,

Hold up your hands lover,

and sing all the same.,

We’ve beaten a path down to,

a gap in the rain.

Berlin’s wall

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Boys, they’ve hidden a war,

behind, the Berlin wall

Sold, in a gentleman’s club,

they seek, the Romanian,

So join me down here

where the living is good

So join me down here

where the living is good

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Now, your coughing up blood,

into the arms, of a servants son,

And in the dead of the night,

The moonlight, it goes up on trial,

Saying, I only did

what the rest of you should

I only did

what the rest of you should

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Well I thought you’d come back,

But you were too far behind...

you were too far behind...

Josephine

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(Capo 3) Intro D

Josephine,

your pretty blue feet,

Can’t you tell,

that you’re lucky now,

Can you tell,

that you’re lucky now,

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Well give me drink

and give me a smoke

give a bullet or two in the back

So I can die good looking,

Heavens just hell with all this hanging around,

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well you can run to run and run to hide to jump in step

And to stay ahead, stay ahead of the weather,

Its just time that hasn’t been on my hands,

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I hear a wolf whistle, train whistle hang on the steam shovel momma,

the ghosts are getting hungry in this town

I never saw the salt abandon the sea,

I’ve never seen the salt abandon the sea,

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Well why don’t you take the chance to make a change

and pick up a parlour trick or two now lady

Well the water is wide and the water is deep

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INSTRUMENTAL VERSE

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Josephine,

your pretty blue feet,

your pretty blue feet, Can’t you tell,

that you’re lucky now, Can’t you tell,

that you’re lucky now,

When the money left so did the priest

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Did you tempt six million?

To go sleeping in the poppyfields,

Call out in the witching hour?

To the hound of the Baskerville’s,

Well you’d better be quiet now

There’s a moon in the daylight

And its shining on me,

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So you fought at the Alamo,

Did you fight in Normandy?

Dance with a bullet wound?

Should I trust your infinite aim?

Well you’d better be quiet now

There’s a moon in the daylight

And its shining on me,

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Well we went down to London town,

And we fell in the fields like rain,

I Fell like a domino

Alone on the open plain

Well you’d better be quiet now

There’s a moon in the daylight

And its shining on me,

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Oh baby there’s a mocking bird coming my way.

but there’s a mocking bird coming my way

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Do you sit in your rocking chair?

And rock it for Russia or Spain?

Sing on your farewell flute?

To fall with all the falling leaves

Well you’d better be quiet now

There’s a moon in the daylight

And its shining on me,

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Well you’d better be quiet now

There’s a moon in the daylight

And its shining on me,

Delia

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As Delia sat, I held up the shingles,

In a sea full on fire,

I swam with the Baptist,

In the valley of kings,

the whole sun it was setting,

And in your convent house,

I was more lost than sin was,

And on a paper hat,

we all drew our answers

And in a poet’s house,

we swam in an inkwell,

Well I’m a forger’s son,

and I’ve had twenty seven birthdays,

And all but one,

fell on the thirteenth,

Day of the month,

when the moon it holds water,

For an African queen,

who’s sorry that her head hurts

And I was thinking of you,

alone in the apartment.

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And so I’m 23 and years old,

and I’ve seen seven oceans,

I’ve seen a yellow moon,

rising in the distance,

And I once met a man,

who said he was an actor,

And that he hadn’t been himself,

for as long as he’d remembered,

He played the knife in the back,

and the finger on the trigger,

And all that he wanted now,

was to be home with her,

With a faithful wife,

not a faithful servant

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I met a magpie and a crow,

who shook on telling stories,

As I was told by the wind,

that the hail it would keep on falling,

I hit a train full of spit,

of a hundred harder workers,

And I was tired and I was blind,

but still I saw the anger,

For in the pit the pony pulled,

that trailer full of stories,

And now the marker of my miles,

doubts the way that I’ve been walking,

And in as many words of choice,

said I was stumbling toward the border,

Between leaving it all behind,

and never walking forward,

And as the seven seas they fell,

they baptised seven mountains.

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Yet I will not stop

and I can not stop or

rest upon the way there.

No will not stop

and I can not stop

or rest upon the way there.

Messiah

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Oh my messiah,

your priests they say you love me,

Oh my messiah,

your priests they say you love me,

your priests they say you love me

Oh, if I’m a black skinned boy, I guess that your baby is not,

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Oh my Jesus papa,

the waters walking on the table,

the waters walking on the table

Oh my Jesus papa,

the waters walking on the table,

Oh, if if only tomorrow will come, today wouldn’t be so long!

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All my friends they dance their dirty washing off, all night long

All my friends they hang their dirty washing off, all night long

Oh my Jesus papa,

they’re preaching in the orchard,

teaching in the chapel,

Oh my Jesus papa,

they’re preaching teaching in the orchard,

teaching in the chapel,

oh maybe them apples they’ll float, way down on to new Orleans

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Oh my Sophia,

I hope your dancing on the levee,

Oh my Sophia,

I hope your dancing on the levee,

oh I hope them levees won’t break, down on to new Orleans

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All my friends they dance their dirty washing off, all night long

All my friends they hang with their dirty washing off, all night long

Venus of Africa

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Piss yellow sun,

and the heavy water,

A bust flat tire,

and the dustbowl red

Spider thorns,

and the woven castles,

In calico

your daughter weaves her rest,

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Settle down,

to the malaria offer,

A turn of pace,

and a thundering CRACK!,

I tipped my hat,

to the Venus of Africa,

Will you child a lion

and bring the ivory back