Lyrics That Are Stuck in Your Head Right Now

Sprawling on the fringes of the city
In geometric order
An insulated border
In-between the bright lights
And the far, unlit unknown

Growing up, it all seems so one-sided
Opinions all provided
The future pre-decided
Detached and subdivided
In the mass-production zone

Nowhere is the dreamer
Or the misfit so alone..

"As a kid I’d see the ships
Slowly taking shape
Nightshift riveters and caulkers
Keeping us awake

My dad worked at Swan
In the Neptune Yard
Worked the slipways in all weather
7.30 start

Call me up boy
Sit you down by the fireside spend some time
All the pride boy
And the tears
Tears enough to fill the Tyne

Gleaming vessels
Filling up the sky
Dwarfing rows of terraced houses
Larger than life

Tell me what do you do
When what you did is gone
No one throwing you a lifeline
How do you carry on?

Call me up boy
Sit you down by the fireside spend some time
All the pride boy
And the tears
Tears enough to fill the Tyne

So much larger than life
From father to son
We carry it on
It isn’t going change the world
It isn’t going to change the past
‘Cos some things are meant to last

So much larger than life
From father to son
We carry it on

Call me up boy
Sit you down by the fireside spend some time
All the pride boy
And the tears
Tears enough to fill the Tyne";

At this very second? 

Oh, the snot has caked against my pants
It has turned into crystal
There's a bluebird sitting on a branch
I guess I'll take my pistol

I've got it in my hand
Because he's on my land

And so the story ended
Do you know it oh so well
Well, should you need, I'll tell you
The end-end-end-end-end-end-end-end
And...

Yes I've seen you sitting on the couch
I recognize your artillery
I have seen you many times before
Once when I was an Indian

And I was on my land
Why can't you understand?

And so the story ended
Do you know it, oh so well
Well, should you need I'll tell you
The end-end-end-end-end-end-end-end
And...

Served my time
Served it well
You made my soul a cell

Write the rules
In the sky
But ask your leaders
Why? Why?

Oh, the snot has caked against my pants
It has turned into crystal
There's a bluebird sitting on a branch
I guess I'll take my pistol

I've got it in my hand
Because he's on my land

And so the story ended
Do you know it, oh so well
Well, should you need, I'll tell you
The end-end-end-end-end-end-end-end
And...

Served my time
Served it well
You made my soul a cell

A Trip to the Faaaaiiir,  but nobody was theaaaaaarrrr.

"Well, I keep on thinkin' 'bout you, sister golden hair surprise, and I just can't live without you / Can't you see it in my eyes?"

.......at the party he was on his own (apparently! )

"Here comes the supernatural anaesthetist
If he wants you to snuff it
All he has to do is puff it
HE'S SUCH A FINE DANCER!"

I'll tell you tale of Mr. Fox, how he came courting me
He was the smartest fellow you could ever hope to see
Now Foxy came to our town in the springtime of the year
And he said I was the fairest of any young girl here

My Dad said I should marry him, that I should be his bride
And I saw me walking up the aisle with Foxy by my side
But Foxy was a bit too sly, and I didn't trust his smile
So I told him change the wedding day and put it by awhile

This didn't suit old Mr. Fox, he said I'd rue the day
He pulled his hat down over his eyes and went upon his way
But unbeknown to Foxy, I'd followed through the wood
Till I came across the clearing where his fine old mansion stood

I hadn't been there but a while, when I heard a scream and shout
It was Foxy with a woman a-knocking her about
I hadn't been there but a while when I heard a curse and swear
It was Foxy with a woman, held fast by her hair

He dragged her through the bushes, he dragged her through the trees
It tore my heart in two to see her pleading on her knees
He dragged her up the marble steps, he dragged her through the hall
I followed close behind them and hid against the wall

As they were going up the stairs, the woman gave a wail
She tore away from Fox and clasped her hand around the rail
Foxy took his knife with a blow both sharp and sweet
The hand was severed from the wrist and dropped down at my feet

Good morning Weathercock:
How did you fare last night?
Did the cold wind bite you,
Did you face up to the fright
When the leaves spin from October
And whip around your tail?
Did you shake from the blast,
Did you shiver through the gale?

Give us direction; the best of goodwill,
Put us in touch with fair winds.
Sing to us softly, hum evening's song.
Tell us what the blacksmith has done for you.

Do you simply reflect changes
In the patterns of the sky,
Or is it true to say the weather heeds
The twinkle in your eye?
Do you fight the rush of winter;
Do you hold snowflakes at bay?
Do you lift the dawn sun from the fields
And help him on his way?

Good morning Weathercock: make this day bright.
Put us in touch with your fair winds.
Sing to us softly, hum evening's song.
Point the way to better days we can share with you.