This Beam (Crowe, Doyle). From the album 'Indoor Garden party - The Musical'. . This beam, this solid beam. Starts beneath my feet. And breaks the pavement of the street.
She took a walk. Past rebels and boys who talk. Raised up her hand and fought. To bridge a divide. And the screen ghosts moaned. Flickered in every home.
I found myself drowning in a sea of people. Map markers ascribed to each one of their steeples. Under the pretext: all men are created evil. Equipped with equine engines to labor for legs feeble.
It's of a gentlemen soldier as a sentry he did stand. He saluted the fair maid be a wavin' of the hand. So boldly then he kissed and he passed it off as a joke.
Being lost. In your favourite town. Forgetting how. To get yourself around. Junky taste. Dealing at the bar. Swinging your hips. Shaking the stars. . Curse the hurt.
It's alright to take a hand. Guide you where you need to be. It's ok they'll understand. Long as you don't make them stop and see. . Behind lonely curtains.
Here comes the month's rent. Now you ain't got nothing left. This place won't let you choose. I got the big smoke blues. . Some like to hang around. They love it when you're kicked down.
You do the dancing for me. I'll strum this parlor guitar. No more waiting to see. What we've been wanting. From the same old stars. There's nowhere we're needing to go.
TAKE THE ASHES AND RUN (Leger). . Up that hill where the school house stood. Bunch of rubble and rotted wood. And the warm glow from a morning sun. Take the ashes and run.
Standing alone in the fairground at night. The world racing past on the streets. Only the stars and the highlights of cars. Light the fantasy world while it sleeps.
Listening to you idle talk. Smoke rising to the ceiling. The words just seem to float on by. Maybe you've had the feeling. Then looking into my empty glass.
I am just another who's waiting. I'm just a crack in the pavement. Lights disguise a heartache like make up. They drive the dream that will make us. Or break us.
Oh, my bones, or have they been broken. My arms are the worst, I'd almost forgotten. Your hair in your eyes, when you looked at me. That night. . Ease your pain, don't follow me there.
She's standing on the corner. Like an angel in disguise. And as I look a little closer. She's got dangerous eyes. She tells me she's a model. Of international reputation.
When you were staring at your bedroom wall. With only ghosts beside you. Somewhere out where the wind was calling. I was on my way to find you. I was on my way to find you.
This old building is crumbling down. Ain't no people to gather 'round. this old building is crumbling down to the ground.. . there's no place to hide,.