:: Everything But The girl ::

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album: Baby, The Stars Shine Brigh (1986)

album: Idlewild (1988)

album: The Language Of Life (1990)

:: Come On Home 


Baby come home, I miss the sound of the door
Your step on the stair's not there to wake me no more
And every day's like Christmas Day without you
It's cold and there's nothing to do

And it's mighty quiet here now that you're gone
I've been behaving myself for too long
'Cause I don't like sleeping
or painting the town on my own
So please come on home

Baby, what's keeping you all this time
You're wasting your days out there in the sunshine
And who can I turn to if you believe still
That England don't love you and she never will

For it's mighty quiet here now that you're gone
And I've been behaving myself for too long
I don't like sleeping
Or watching TV on my own
So please come on home

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:: Cross My Heart 


Now and then
Do you wash your hands of me again?
Wish me anywhere but home
Drunk and on the end of your phone

From time to time
Do you guess what's really on my mind?
Guess that "How you keeping now?"
Means "Where are you sleeping now"

But of course it's not polite
To ask you where you spent last night
And if I did you might reply
That I have no right
And anyway I'm fine
Glad that you're no longer mine
If I should tell a lie
I'll cross my heart and hope to die

You'd be appalled
If you knew what I was doing
When you called
Yes, I can see I'm blundering
Always end up wondering

Will it ever be alright
To ask you where you spent last night
And can it be polite
The way we never write,
Of course I don't have the time,
And anyway I'm fine
If I should tell a lie
I'll cross my hear and hope to die

I hope we never die

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:: Don't Let The Teardrops Rust Your Shining Heart 


Sorrow is a lonely road
Where the rain like your tears
Beats heavy on the roof above your head
Tomorrow is a lovers' town
That's been beaten down
And the hands of winter holds the life we've led

Instead of drowning in despair
For I find small comfort in a bottle
When we're apart
Don't let the teardrops rust your shining heart

I used to drive all night for you
While the children were asleep
And as the dawn broke on your room
Back into my house I'd creep
Where my husband slept alone
Of course he must have known
But we always hide the truth
For fear of losing what we own

So don't forget the words that we choose
And constantly misuse
They were written down every time we were apart
Don't let your teardrops rust your shining heart

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:: Sugar Finney 


Married in black, divorced in white
Though daddy tried to teach her wrong from right
It's hard to resist on a wintry night
When you're out of mind, when you're out of sight
This you shouldn't
And this you should
Oh, but Sugar Finney never could be good

I've grown a little weary of this old town
A conscience sure can bring you down
I'd like to hang around Chicago bars
With murderers and movie stars
And presidents who'd rather be
Alone with would be sinners like me

America is free
Cheap and easy

They say Sugar Finney went off her head
Lay once a month in a blood stained bed
But me, I'm careful where I tread
No handsome boy will ever leave me dead
For beauty is no guarantee
I'll take the looks and the rest you can keep
The rest you can keep
I hope it makes you happy
Suggar Finney

America is free
Cheap and easy

(Children pray for me
Such is the price of infamy
Tell them I was never happy
Goodbye Bobby Kennedy
In the White House still asleep,
Goodnight Jackie Kennedy
America is free
Cheap and easy)

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 :: Little Hitler 


Little Hitler, don't come 'round here again
With your renegade politics, redder-than-thou-disdain
Thought we were on the same side
But with a fistful of nails and your knives from the Clyde

You're a little Hitler now
And you'll grow up heaven knows how

Little Hitlers, little Hitlers
Grow up into big Hitlers
Look what they do

Behind ever big man there's a small boy
Drink to Stalin and Hitler and Jimmy Boyle
Hard men get all the catches
Every woman loves a fascist
Come the big day, you'll be OK

You're a little Hitler now
And you'll grow up heaven knows how

Little Hitlers, little Hitlers
Grow up into big Hitlers
And look what they do

You try to scare me with stories of knives
Backstreets and razors and alley-cat's cries
And if you're heartless and hard
Well this made you what you are

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::I Don't Wanna Talk About It


I can tell by your eyes that you've probably been crying forever 
And the stars in the sky don't mean nothing to you, they're only there 

I don't wanna talk about it, how you broke my heart 
And if stay here just a little bit longer 
And if I stay here won't you listen to my heart, oh woh my heart 

If I stand all alone will this shadow hide the colors of my heart 
Blue for the tears, black for the night's fears 
The stars in the sky don't mean nothing to you, they're only there 

I don't wanna talk about it, how you broke my heart 
And if I stay here just a little bit longer 
And if I stay here won't you listen to my heart, oh my heart 

I don't wanna talk about it, how you broke this old heart 
If I stay here just a little bit longer 
If I stay here won't you listen to my heart, oh my heart 
My poor old heart, my heart 

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::The Night I Heard Caruso Sing 

The highlands and the lowlands are the routes my father knows, 
the holidays at Oban and at the towns around Montrose, 
but even as he sleeps, they're loading bombs into the hills, 
and the waters in the locks can run deep, but never still. 

I've thought of having children, but I've gone and changed my mind. 
It's hard enough to watch the news, let alone explain it to a child, 
to cast your eye cross nature, over fields of rape and corn, 
and tell him without flinching not to fear where he's been born. 

Then someone sat me down last night, and I heard Caruso sing. 
He's almost as good as Presley, and if I only do one thing, 
I'll sing songs to my father, I'll sing songs to my child. 
It's time to hold your loved ones while the chains are loose, 
and the world runs wild. 

But even as we speak, they're loading bombs onto a white train. 
How can we afford to ever sleep, so sound the gate.

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::Apron Strings


Apron strings 
hanging empty 
crazy things 
my body tells me 
i want someone to tie to my lonely 
apron strings 

apron strings 
waiting for you 
pretty things 
that i could call you 
i want someone to tie to my lonely 
apron strings 

he'd look just like me when I was young 
and I wonder as the days unwind 
will he have your eyes or mine 
then i wake up to my 
apron strings 
cold and lonely 
for time brings 
thoughts that only 
will be quiet when someone clings to my 
apron strings 

and i'll be perfect in my own way 
when you cry i'll be there 
i'll sing to you and comb your hair 
all your troubles i will share 

for apron strings 
can be used for other things 
than what they're meant for 
and you'd be happy wrapped in my 
apron strings

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::Driving


Oh loverboy 
To you I belong 
But maybe one day you'll wake 
and you'll find me gone 
But loverboy 
If you call me home 
I'll come driving 
I'll come driving fast as wheels can turn 
Oh loverboy 
I know you too well 
And all of my lonely secrets 
To you I tell 
THe highest of highs 
The lowest of lows 
I'll come driving 
I'll come driving fast as wheels can turn 
Stretching away as far as my eyes can see 
Deserts and darkness, my hand on the wheel 
loverboy, please call me home 
A girl can get lonely out here on the road 
You see 
Some days I find the old ways 
Frighten me too easily 
I leave my key and say 
"I'm too young" 
But loverboy 
If you call me home 
I'll come driving fast as wheels can turn


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::Get Back Together


Still can't believe that you two are now just friends 
You've got no lover and he's free at weekends 
I know he said when you first met 
That you must always play the hand you get 
But you're two years on a losing streak 
Get back together 
Get back together 
It's something you could do next week 
Get back together 
Get back together 
Why don't you get back 
Try to get back together? 
Matches are not made in heaven 
They're made right here on earth 
He searched the starry skies 
Ended up in your arms 
You taught him all he knows 
Just think what you could have been 
Another Arthur and Marilyn 
Now you're two years on a losing streak 
Get back together 
Get back together 
It's something you could do next week 
Get back together 
Get back together 
Why don't you get back 
Try to get back together? 
And then you say that you got bored 
How can you say that you got bored? 
Some people search their whole lives through 
And never find what was shown to you 
Still can't believe that you two are just friends 
You've got no lover and he's at loose ends 
Hey girl listen to what I say 
Don't let that boy just walk away 
Won't you get back 
Try to get back together?

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 ::Meet Me In The Morning


Meet me in the morning 
I'll have the motor running 
Down icy lanes, under a glass blue sky 
This is living 
This is living 
I haven't come to be a stranger 
I haven't come to break your home 
I haven't come to harm your children 
I've come to be your love 
Don't let the grass grow under your feet 
The sands of times keep running 
For now at last I'm down on the street 
With the engine running 
Meet me in the evening 
I'll have the log fire burning 
Down frosty lanes, under a darkening sky 
This is living 
This is living 
I haven't come to be a stranger 
I haven't come to break your home 
I haven't come to harm your children 
I've come to be your love 

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