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the divine comedy - a drinking song
Back at the house a bottle is found
and opened in honour of those who have drowned
While we who have not are stricken with guilt
and dutifully see that not one drop is spilt
We're drinking to life, we're drinking to death
We're drinking 'till none of our livers are left
We're winding our way down to the spirit store
We'll drink 'till we just can't drink any more
Raise your glasses high!
Drink the cellar dry!
Well bloody my nose and blacken my eye
If it ain't some young turk in search of a fight
And Shaunticles' chest is sagging with pride
for honour has yet to be satisfied
Well heaven be thanked we live in an age
where no man need bother except on the stage
With Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori
and definitely not tonight...
I can still remember
when I was just a kid
I was free to do what I wanted to
but never ever did
And now with years of discretion reached may we not forget
Liberte Egalite Fraternite
For there's life in the old world yet
There'll always be an England
an Ireland and our France
A Lichtenstein and Finland
For we have only one chance
Then this young man with an unhealthy tan
puts a drink in my hand and says I understand
You're in search of a place to continue the chase
of the heavenly taste I suggest in that case
That you all come with me to my place by the sea
where the glasses shall be overflowing with free
alcoholic delights (and free love if you like)
For what point has this life if you can't realise your dreams?
Raise your glasses high!
And drink the town dry!
We'll drink beyond the boundaries of sense
We'll drink 'till we start to see lovely pink elephants
Inside our heads, inside our beds, inside the threads of our pyjama legs
So don't shoot 'till you see the reds of our eyes
And an army of elephants marching behind
From the day I was born 'till the night I will die
All my lovers will be pink and elephantine!
the divine comedy - a lady of a certain age
Back in the day you had been part of the smart set
You'd holidayed with kings, dined out with starlets
From London to New York, Cap Ferrat to Capri
In perfume by Chanel and clothes by Givenchy
You sipped camparis with David and Peter
At Noel's parties by Lake Geneva
Scaling the dizzy heights of high society
Armed only with a cheque-book and a family tree
You chased the sun around the Cote d'Azur
Until the light of youth became obscured
And left you on your own and in the shade
An English lady of a certain age
And if a nice young man would buy you a drink
You'd say with a conspiratorial wink
"You wouldn't think that I was seventy"
And he'd say,"no, you couldn't be!"
You had to marry someone very very rich
So that you might be kept in the style to which
You had all of your life been accustomed to
But that the socialists had taxed away from you
You gave him children, a girl and a boy
To keep your sanity a nanny was employed
And when the time came they were sent away
Well that was simply what you did in those days
You chased the sun around the Cote d'Azur
Until the light of youth became obscured
And left you on your own and in the shade
An English lady of a certain age
And if a nice young man would buy you a drink
You'd say with a conspiratorial wink
"You wouldn't think that I was sixty three"
And he'd say,"no, you couldn't be!
Your son's in stocks and bonds and lives back in Surrey
Flies down once in a while and leaves in a hurry
Your daughter never finished her finishing school
Married a strange young man of whom you don't approve
Your husband's hollow heart gave out one Christmas Day
He left the villa to his mistress in Marseilles
And so you come here to escape your little flat
Hoping someone will fill your glass and let you chat about how
You chased the sun around the Cote d'Azur
Until the light of youth became obscured
And left you all alone and in the shade
An English lady of a certain age
And if a nice young man would buy you a drink
You'd say with a conspiratorial wink
"You wouldn't think that I was fifty three"
And he'd say,"no, you couldn't be!
the divine comedy - a seafood song
"Who'll have a fishy
On a little dishy?
Who will have a fishy
When the boat comes..."
And then he says
"With our glasses both raised in a toast
Let's sing for those in peril on the sea
Who cater ceaselessly
To thy every wish
With every fish
As fresh as fish can be
You see, I'm into my oysters
My king prawns and caviar
No matter how far away they are
I'll be there!"
And then she says,
"Now with our glasses both raised in this toast
Let's sing for those in peril on the sea
Who labour tirelessly
In their tiny boats
Off John O' Groats
Their socks soaked for me
You see, I do like my lobster
My hake, skate and rainbow trout
And if there's a fishy smell about
I'll be there! And then
And then we'll sing for those in peril on the sea...
Don't be frightened
Don't be scared
Chop off their heads
And little legs
Then peel away the shell
And open up your senses to the smell
The sound and colour
Touch and taste
Of crab, cod, clams and kippers
Scampi, squid, sole, shark and scallop
Winkles, whelks, whale and whiting
Seaweed, swordfish, sardines and sea urchin
Haddock, halibut, herrings and eel
Cockles, mussels, mackerel and veal
Pilchard, plankton, St Peter's fish and plaice
Octopussy jellyfishy
And dolphin's an aquired taste
"Who will have a fishy
On a little dishy?
I will have a fishy
When the boat comes in..."
the divine comedy - a woman of the world
When she was just a girl
She became a woman of the world
Soon there wasn't room enough for her
In between the bosoms of her family
She popped the cork, got on the Greyhound to New York
Small-talked her way round just the sort
Of playboys' playground she'd once dreamed about
Maybe I love her, but I'm jealous of her
She's a woman of the world
She's a fake!ââ?¬â?sure, but she's a real fake
On the make!ââ?¬â?making up for lost time
Just you wait!ââ?¬â?hey, give the girl a break
And a fifty dollar bill will see to that
Heh, that ain't enough to feed the cat
Serve up the rats and super rats
Well they just get fatter while she fades away
Maybe I love her, but I'm jealous of her
She's a woman of the world
Maybe I hate her, 'cause I didn't create her
It's human nature, girl
Maybe I'll suffer, just to be her lover
Just to be part of her world
Maybe I need her, because I want to be her baby, can I be your girl?
Maybe I'll kill her, just trying to thrill her if she don't kill me first
We're making eye-contact
Oh those hypnotic eyes attract
Such philanthropic fliesââ?¬â?that's that.
You cannot stop it, so why the devil do you try?
the divine comedy - arthur c clarke 039 s mysterious world
Do you remember that old T.V. show
Arthur C. Clarke's Mysterious World?
Well if I.T.V. make a new series
They ought to come take a look at my girl
I don't understand her
She doesn't make any sense to me
I don't understand her
It's like she's speaking in Swahili.
Do you remember that girl in the early eighties
Allergic to everything
Everywhere that she went in her plastic tent
The doctors tried but they couldn't begin
To even understand her
And it's exactly the same for me
I don't understand her
She is as deep as the Baltic Sea.
Well it's no big deal, I'm not complaining
Sometimes things don't need explaining
She's my angel, that's the main thing
And that is never changing.
She's a mass of contradictions
A pick'n'mix of strange convictions
It can be a source of friction
But there are worse afflictions
Love doesn't make distinctions.
Now to make matters worse she claims the universe
Is expanding like a balloon
But baby if it's meant to be infinite
Then where is it expanding to?!
I don't understand you
You just don't make any sense to me
I don't understand you
You are completely logic free
I don't understand her, no no
She is uncharted territory
I don't understand her
But she's as lovely as she can be
the divine comedy - bad ambassador
I wanna chill, I wanna sit real still
I wanna sleep like the dead on a bed of roses
Me and my lovely wife
We're in the prime of life
I wanna feel real, I wanna free-wheel
I wanna steal the show from under their noses
I wanna get you off
Ain't that enough?
I'm gonna abseil down my ivory tower
And buy myself a Jaguar
I'm a bad ambassador for that elusive place you're searching for
I wanna show you so much more... but maybe some other time
I wanna play with the big boys
I wanna ride with the tough guys on a Japanese motorbike
I wanna hold your hand
Hey, what's your favourite band?
I wanna look like they looked
I wanna shake like they shook, I wanna take what they took
I wanna get you high
Don't ask me why
It's just something I've got to do
I'll try to make it up to you
I'm a bad ambassador for that elusive place you're searching for
I wanna show you so much more... but maybe some other time
I'm not the Pope and I don't wanna be the Archbishop of Canterbury
I'm a bad ambassador for that elusive place you're searching for
I wanna show you so much more
Yeah I could show you so much more
But I'm a bad ambassador
Well, maybe some other time...
the divine comedy - bath
Time, like an ever-rolling stream, bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream dies at the op'ning day.
Rub-a-dub-dub
It's time for a scrub
So through clouds of steam
To a cracked and faded cream
Bath-tub wanders frail
Aphrodite, so pale
Pink and white
She is naked as sin
Wearing nothing but a grin
And a pin in her hair
Will she be drowned?
Found
With her hair tied behind
Shoulders back
And head inclined
To the sound of music
Playing above
Bathing her in love
But darkness and fear
Will disappear like the soap
When she opens her eyes.
She throws back her dormer windows
Morning light shows Ophelia raised
From her watery grave in a brave new world.
the divine comedy - becoming more like alfie
"Are you all settled in? Right, then we can begin. My name is..."
"Alfie!"
Once there was a time
When my mind lay on higher things
And once there was a time
I could find pretty words to sing
But now, well now I find
It saves time to say what you mean
I know it seems so unrefined
but it's time to let off some steam
Oh come on!
Everybody knows that No means Yes
Just like glasses come free on the N.H.S.
But the more I look through them the more I see
I'm becoming more like Alfie
Once there was a time
When a kind word could be enough
And once there was a time
I could blindfold myself with love
But not now?now I'm resigned
To the kind of life I had reserved
For other guys less smart than I
Y'know?the kind who will always end up with the girls
And besides
Everybody knows that No means Yes
Just like glasses come free on the N.H.S.
But the more I look through them the more I see
I'm becoming more like Alfie
Oh come on!
the divine comedy - bernice bobs her hair
Bernice bobs her hair in the barber's in the square
All her new-found friends are there to see it done
Bernice bobs her hair
She's been driven to despair
'Cause her cousin doesn't care about anyone
Her hair was long
Her hair was dark
Her hair flowed down her back
And now it lies upon the floor
Bernice runs out the door
Marjorie had told her what to wear to the parties
Marjorie had told her what to say to the boys
Now Marjorie was jealous of her social advances
And presented her with this choice
"Bernice bob your hair
You've persistently declared this intention
Do you dare to disagree?"
So Bernice bobs her hair and is instantly ensnared
In the trap so well prepared by Marjorie
the divine comedy - birds of paradise farm
My parents knew these people who
For all their faults were very nice;
They owned a farm whose "Olde Worlde" charm
Earned it the name of "Paradise".
We came to stay one holiday,
We played croquet and burned our arms;
But I was charmed and lost for words,
When first I heard the birds of Paradise Farm.
Singing gay songs all the day long,
Making love to the dinner gong,
Wondering when their human friend
Would come to feed them.
I looked in the trees and in the air,
I searched the eaves of disused barns
Till finally, to my despair,
I found the caged birds in Paradise Farm.
Singing gay songs all the day long,
Making love to the dinner gong,
Wondering why their tiny lives
Should be spent behind iron bars.
Now "Leonardo da Vinci",
"St. Francis of Assisi"...
But "Neil Hannon of The See House, Fivemiletown"-
Well, it doesn't sound quite right somehow!
Singing gay songs all summer long,
Making love to the dinner gong,
Wondering when their human friend
Would come to free them.
When the last day came, I took my time.
They called my name, and revved the car;
"When nature calls you must reply", they laughed,
Waving goodbye to Paradise Farm.
the divine comedy - bleak landscape
I cannot reconcile myself to thisââ?¬â?
I wish I could!
I cannot live the life I ought to liveââ?¬â?
I know I should!
I cannot bring myself to pray,
Except to wish these words away
They echo round my head
But soon they will escape
Across the bleak landscape
There is a tree that grows out of this earth
It stands alone
There is a wind that shaped it from its birth
By whom the seed was sown
I cannot bring myself to sing
It is a wild, untethered thing
That echoes round my head
But soon it will escape
Across the bleak landscape
I cannot bring myself to... speak
Except to wish myself asleep
Every word unuttered
Only serves to clutter up my head
When I go to bed
I dream that
Soon I will escape
Across the bleak landscape
And soon we shall escape
Across our very own bleak landscape
the divine comedy - charge
Ladysmith wants you forthwith to come to her relief
Burn your briefs you leave for France tonight
Carefully cut the straps of the booby-traps and set the captives free
But don't shoot 'til you see her big blue eyes
Then sound the chargeââ?¬â?breath your final breath
And charge into the valley of death
Cannon to the left and cannon to the right
They'll go bang bang bang all night
We'll fight them on the beaches
Yes, we'll fill 'em full of lead
Fighting naked in the open air
We'll fight them in the kitchen, in the bathroom in the garden shed
Fighting the good fight any-fighting-where
So sound the chargeââ?¬â?breathe your final breath
And charge into the valley of death
Cannon to the left and cannon to the right
They'll go bang bang bang all night
There'll be a cannon to the left and cannon to the right
They'll go bang bang bang bang bang bang bang all night...
"Baby baby, I love the way you talk sense to me
Especially when you say 'Neil, you got love'
I hear what you're saying...
I have in my hand a piece of paper that says
"Let's make lurrve, not this phoney war-thang"
We goin' over the top -
But you're so sexy when you're angry, honey-chile"
"Roamin' around in no man's land, gettin' caught in your barbed wire
Baby baby, gonna set your village on fire..."
CHARGEââ?¬â?I'm gonna hit you where it hurts
CHARGEââ?¬â?So sound the red alert!
There'll be a cannon to the left...
...And a cannon to the right...
(The hills are alive with the sound of)
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG
All night!
the divine comedy - charmed life
When I hold you in my arms,
And look back on my charmed-
life
My charmed life
I hope, I hope if nothing more
That one day you'll call your-
Life
A charmed life
Well I never really worried that much
About making lots of money and such
And I always seemed to land on my feet.
Though there's been some difficult times
The good times where never far behind
I snatched all of my victories from the jaws of defeat
When I hold you in my arms,
And look back on my charmed-
life
My charmed life
I hope, I hope if nothing more
That one day you'll call your-
Life
A charmed life
Well the course of true love never ran smooth
They broke my heart, and I broke theirs too
And breaking up was so very hard to do
But I knew I'd find the one
And sure enough she came along
And not long after that along came you
Well sometimes this life is like being afloat
On a raging sea in a little row boat
Just trying not to be washed overboard
But if you take your chances and you ride your luck
And you never, never, never, never, never give up
Well those waves will see you safely to a friendly shore
When I hold you in my arms,
I know that this is a charmed-
life
A charmed life
the divine comedy - come home billy bird
William wakes with his clothes on
The morning call has been and gone
And he might not make the flight but he will try. (yeah)
Bit by bit it comes back to him
A bunch of Belgian businessmen
And a strange drinking game - why oh why?
Come home Billy Bird, International Business Traveller
Come home Billy Bird, Billy Bird.
He hails a cab but the driver sucks;
He drives real slowly and he talks so much
That it hurts Billy Bird's aching brain.
He runs from the cab to the check-in desk
She says "no way" but William begs
On his knees "please please please", "well okay."
Come home Billy Bird, International Business Traveller
Come home Billy Bird.
Drenched in sweat he finds his seat
And with the luggage squeezed down beneath his feet
He begins to think that things can't get no worse.
And then a voice says "bags that can't be stowed
In the overhead lockers must go below
In the hold - please let go. Thank you, Sir."
Come home Billy Bird, [Come home William] International Business Traveller
Come home Billy Bird,
Come home William,
Come home, William.
He runs on past the carousel
Screaming "damn my luggage all to Hell
I can buy a new shirt and tie anyday!"
He rides from the airport into town
To the highschool football ground
Where his son has just begun the big football game.
"Come on Billy Junior!"
Come home Billy Bird, International Business Traveller
Come home Billy Bird, International Business Traveller
Come home, come home, come home to where you once belonged.
Come home Billy Bird, Billy Bird, Billy Bird, Billy
Bird, Billy Bird.
Ooh.
the divine comedy - comme beaucoup de messieurs
N: Quand je t'ai connu
V: Tu citais Boris Vian, Camus
V: Le nez dans tes songbooks
N: Et toi qui te prenais pour Zouc
N+V: Ensuite on a vielli
V: Tu t'es durci
N: J'ai vu Alfie
N: Je sais c'est quelque brutal
N: Mais la nature est animale...
N: Et pourtant
N+V: Qui ne dit mot consent a la chair
N+V: Comme ces couverts offerts dans les Stations Shell
N: Et plus je les caresse plus je me dis que
V: Tu es comme beaucoup de messieurs
V: Neil, t'en souvient-il?
V: Tu disais savoir faire la cour
V: Mais moi
N: Quoi toujours toi?
V: Tu m'enivrais de mots d'amour
N: Plus maintenant car j'ai cede
N: Au style de vie je lassais
V: A d'qautres hommes moins chic que toi
N: Ce genres de types qui suscitent chez filles des emois
N: Et pourtant
N+V: Comme beaucoup de messieurs.
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