Stumble, Mumble... Talk

Stumble Mumble Talk CD cover

Lyrics

Melancoholic

A lazy yellow left the sky

And a hazy redness numbed my mind

Throw me in the bottle and let me sink

Tie me to the vine and then tread me in

 

Nothing happened here today

I daydreamed this dreamy day away

I wasnít born to wear action slacks

And I was happily happiest on my back

Just floating, floating, floating, floatberryred

 

Fill me up with weightlessness

Iíve sunken lower than my sunken chest

And I was driftlessly drifting in the undertow

So pour me so much that I overflow

But donít busy my brain, itís busy enough this far

Drown me in pleasure in my own backyard

 

And I was happily happiest here in the yard

Just lie me on my back and point me up to the stars

And then carry my soul and bury it under the bar

 

A lazy yellow left the sky

And a hazy redness numbed my mind

Throw me in the bottle and let me sink

Throw me in the bottle and let me sink

Throw me in the bottle and let me sink

And sink

 

Mrs. Clytheroe

Running down a dry stone wall into the flowering valley

He threw his blanket boldly down and feasted on her beauty

Between the fields and rolling hills, this English landscape portrait

And a patchwork of loveless fields lay just below the steeple

 

Out upon this virgin verge, her grass was moist and sweetness

His forearms deep in engine oil and his sleeves were rolled for business

And flabby men with arms of iron will plough her painful furrow

And all we’re told is loveless fluid brings undeniable pleasure

 

He was a man of experience and he’d learn to love her slowly

But by the softly dripping stream, he forced it strong and surely

His love was like a cattle grid, but rougher and much shorter

With a cigarette hung from a lower lip, he took his best friend’s daughter

 

Riding pillion through the dales, her feet strapped in his peddles

Stretched elastic underwear and red marks round her ankles

And flabby men with hearts of iron will plough her painful furrow

And broken is the tender heart that dreams of love immortal

Broken is the tender heart that dreams of love

 

Selina You Can Have Your Uke Tune Back

No lyrics it’s an intrumental

My Favourite Rock ‘n’ Roll Death

Tell my brother it’ll never last

Everybody’s heavy metal past

I sewed your name into my jeans

My tongue was sainted but my liver would rot

My chest was bare but yours was not

You never played my air guitar a lot

 

Seven whisky chasers and I want seven more

I’m dying like a dog in the back of this car

Choking on something that I downed in one at happy hour

 

As I was drowning in the back of this car

My women passed into the sleazy bar

The leather seat slipped out of reach

I touched too much and I’m out on the floor

I want my meals served through a straw

Give me the taste of stomach pump once more

 

Carve my epitaph

Into my hairy back

I want it said that my songs kicked shit real hard

 

My head was filled with this killer riff

I’ll live the dream and die the myth

I had a swagger when they laid me stiff

 

God’s Big Fat Arse

And so there’s a ghost in the water

I know there’s a ghost in my past

Some apparition above the hearth

A pickled face in the pickle jar

 

And I’ve felt your stones hit me

I see the thorns on your poison tree

I’ll beat around your burning bush

Til you go worry someone else’s flock

 

I stumble when I talk

I mumble when I walk

I’m not sure what I’m supposed to say

Whatever gives you faith

Whatever gets you through your day

Whatever

 

You still dig around my deadwood files

And rifle through the empties in my yard

You’ve come to give me a piece of your mind

Fully soaked in your holy wine

 

I’m glad to see that God is at large

I never knew she had such a fat arse

A mouth as big as the bargain bin

Come to purge me of all my sin

 

Piano Thing

The sound of my heart breaking

Crashing, falling, shaking through the trees

 

The silence that you’re hearing

Is me just disappearing

Down the back of the sea

 

I can’t be a stand-up cutout

I can’t be just what you want me be

 

Rodriguez and Me

Rodriguez and Me

Breaking into factories

Stuck in the air vent

When the alarm went

Hanging by the thread of my jeans

 

Rodriguez and Me

When I was 12 he was 17

We were over the fence

Too fast for the men

And their dogs on the lead

 

Rodriguez and Me

I would follow while he would lead

Hosed down in the basement

Gagged in a coffin

Left naked tied to a tree

 

Rodriguez and Me

A rifle cocked on his knee

Just a smalltown deal

Until he lost the appeal

 

Copper Blue

Sitting numb on this rollercoaster

Stuck in a place where the name escapes me

Hours alone in the waiting room

Waiting for something to lift the gloom

Watching a cloud criss-cross the sky

It could’ve been day and it could’ve been night

 

One thing that’s certain in all that we do

We enter and leave on the end of a tube

Hours alone in the waiting room

Waiting for something to lift the gloom

Counting your breathes on a metronome

And hopelessly hoping to take you home

 

I slept through the afternoon

And I guess I missed the evening too

I was basking at home in the orange porch light

I swear I saw your face with mine

But I woke to sink in the deepest copper blue

You only came back to me in this dream

You were standing at the door by the TV screen

And I held you close and asked you where you’d been

 

Sometimes my head takes me down to the beach

Wade through the rockpool and dive to the reef

I never heard the stories they told

The quietest storm that was never blown

It seems to me that you were the biggest fish to ever swim in my ocean

Larger than any wave could ever roll

Larger than my imagination can hold

 

My Brother The Horse

No lyrics it’s an intrumental

August31

I wasn’t looking

But you turned up by my side

And the moment that I found you

Was the moment the pain within me died

 

I wasn’t hungry

But I came on by to eat

Coz the company you provided

Was the soul food that I really need

 

You fuel the fire

I fan the flame

And my cup brimmed over with desire

And my heart was provided for again

 

Oh, it all makes sense now

And I know what I must do

Coz my life is happily devoted

To the love of this perfect child and you

 

Morphine

So be my good wife

Come cherish this life

Don’t bring me no priest to my bedside

Just gather my friends, rejoice it’s the end

And drink to my passing tonight

 

I am old and I’ll die, sometime tonight

Just carry my torch forever

And I hope there’s some pride as I drift from your side

But somebody pass me the morphine

 

I’ve had the wind in my sails

A spring in my tail

And I’ve loved you immeasurably

With this single white rose, my soul is betrothed

Take my hand as I’m slipping away

 

I am old and I’ll die, sometime tonight

Just carry my torch forever

And now it’s the end, it’s on you I depend

So darling, come pass me the morphine

 

Pass the morphine, morphine

Darling, come pass me the morphine

 

I’ve been cruel, I’ve been kind

I’ve been wayward, I’ve been wise

But don’t bring me no priest to my bedside

Just gather my friends, rejoice it’s the end

And drink to my passing tonight

 

I am old and I’ll die, sometime tonight

Just carry my torch forever

And as I roll back my eyes, let me stay dignified

So darling, come pass me the morphine