i′m slowly turning into you but you don′t know this super troop they saying im lying and alone will i tell you the truth? but your face is getting older so put your head on my shoulder yeh put your head on my shoulder
yesterday hit me that i do all the little things that you do except the same little things that you do are annoying they are annoying as hell in fact it kind of struck a little bell in fact i like keep my little shell intact
and im slowly turning into you and im slowly turning into you
then something else came to mind that was the mirror it made everything clearer that you are more beautiful, compelling and stronger it didn′t take much longer just for me to realise i love all the little things and the beauty that there gonna bring
i dig your little laugh and im loving your quick wit i even love it when you′re faking it and it might sound a little strange for me to say to you but im proud to be you
and im slowly turning into you and im slowly turning into you and im slowly turning into you and im slowly turning into you and im slowly turning into you
I′m bringing back ghosts that are no longer there I′m gettin′ hard on myself sittin′ in my easy chair Well, there′s three people in the mirror and I′m wonderin′ which one of them I should choose Well, I can′t keep from laughin′ spittin′ out these 300 mile per hour outpour blues
I′m breakin′ my teeth off tryin′ to bite my lip There′s all kinds of red-headed women that I ain′t supposed to kiss And it′s that color that never fails to turn me blue So I just swallow it and hold on to it and use it to scare the hell out of you
I have a woman ′says come and watch me bleed And I′m wonderin′ just how I can do that and still give her everything that she needs Well, there′s three people in my head that have the answer and one of them′s got to be you But you′re holding tight to it -- the answer singin′ these three hundred mile per hour outpour blues
Put on gloves, a tied scarf and wrap up warm on this winter night Everytime you get defensive you′re just looking for a fight It′s safe to sing somebody out there′s got a problem with almost anything you′ll do Well, next time they stab you don′t fight back just play the victim instead of playin′ the fool And the roads are covered with a million little molecules Of cigarette ashes and the school floors are covered with pieces of pencil eraser too Well sooner or later the ground′s gonna be holdin′ all of my ashes too But I can′t help but wonder if after I′m gone will I still have these threehundred mile per hour, finger breaking, no answers makin′, battered dirty hands,bee stung and busted up, empty cup torrential outpour blues
One thing′s for sure: in that graveyard I′m gonna have the shiniest pair of shoes
Hey Look closer and you see i will be running it i got a hundred dollar bill in the cockpit suprised me in the line is a blackhole i got another job at the liquor store
damn oh well i′m broke boke
they got a white pony in the stable and ride him when the doggie isn′t able he doesn′t really care because they pay him but still a black suit is gonna shake him
down oh well im bone broke yeh as broke as i′ll ever be
looking at the way girl i′m telling ya god gave 7 minutes right too ya and your mother put her money into platinum and now you never have to pay attention
do ya?
yeh im nailing on a brick with my nails im sending loads of moneys in the mail keep shouting in my box yeh for saying and the the brick breakers gonna break it down
oh well i′m bone broke
looking at the way girl i′m telling ya god gave 7 minutes right too ya your mother put her money into platinum so that you wouldn′t have to pay attention
Singing Li De Li De Li Oh Oh Well A Li De Li De Li Oh Oh Li De Li De Li Oh Oh Well A Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
Well the hills are pretty and rollin′ But the thorn is sharp and swollen And the man plays a beautiful whistle But he wears a prickly thistle
Singing Li De Li De Li Oh Oh Well A Li De Li De Li Oh Oh Li De Li De Li Oh Oh Well A Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
The silver birches pierce through an icy fog Which covers the ground most daily And the angels which carry St. Andrew high Are singing a tune most gaily
One sound can hold back a thousand hands When the pipe plays a tune forlorn And the thistle is a prickly flower Aye, But how it is sweetly worn
Singing Li De Li De Li Oh Oh Well A Li De Li De Li Oh Oh Li De Li De Li Oh Oh Well A Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
She was sixteen and six feet tall in a crowd of teenagers comin′ out of the zoo She stumbled started to slip and fall teeter-tottered on the top of patent leather shoes I happened to catch her and said, "maybe these ruby shoes are a little cumbersome for you"
Maybe for you, now
But not as shaky as I must have seemed talkin′ junk through her giggle -- little teenage dream And on the phone I could not compete my dumb-love fake competence was getting weak For a sec′ I thought I sounded sweet but sure ′nough in a gruff, faint voice I heard myself speak
I could stay a while but sooner or later I′ll break your smile And I can tell a joke but one of these days I′m bound to choke And we could share a kiss but I feel like I can′t go through with this And I bet we could build a home but I know the right thing for me to do Is to leave you alone
Leave you alone, now
I′m beginning to like you so you probably won′t get what I′m going to do I′m walkin′ away from you it probably don′t make much sense to you But I′m trying to save you from all of the things that I′ll probably say or do
Probably do
I could stay a while but sooner or later I′ll break your smile And I can tell a joke but one of these days I′m bound to choke And we might share a kiss but I feel like a can′t go through with this And I bet we could build a home but I know the right thing for me to do Is to leave you alone
Leave you alone, now
You probably call me a fool and say I′m doin′ exactly what a coward would do And I′m beginning to like you it′s a shame; what a lame way to live But what can I co I hope you appreciate what I do
On my martyr for my love for you A martyr for my love for you, now A martyr for my love for you A martyr for my love for you
I guess you have to have a probelm if you want to ′vent a contraption well you cause a trainwreck and then you put me in traction first came an action and then a reaction but you can′t switch around for your own satisfaction well you burnt my house down and then got mad at my reaction
well in every complicated situation there′s a human relation to make sense of it all take a whole lot of concentration well you can′t blame her baby for her pregnant ma and if there′s one of these on her auto applause
its just that you can′t just take the effect and make it the cause
well you can′t take the effect and make it the cause i didn′t rob a bank cos you made up the law blame me for robbing peter don′t you blame paul can′t take the effect and make it the cause
i aint the reason that you gave me no reason to return your call you built a house of cards and got shocked when you saw them fall well i aint saying i′m innocent in fact the reverse but if your heading to the grave don′t blame the hearse you′re like a little girl yelling at her brother cos you lost his ball
you keep blaming me for what you did and that aint all the way you clean up the wreck is enough to give one pause you seem to forget just how this song started i′m reacting to you cos you left me broken hearted
its just that you can′t just take the effect and make it the cause
well you can′t take the effect and make it the cause i didn′t rob a bank cos you made up the law blame me for robbing peter don′t you blame paul can′t take the effect and make it the cause
Well every highway that I go down Seems to be longer than the last one i knew about Oh Well
And every girl that I walk around Seems to be more of an illusion than the last one that I found Oh Well
And this old man in front of me Holding canes and ruby rings Is like containing an explosion when he sings But with every chance to set himself on fire He just ends up doing the same thing
Well every beautiful think i come across Tells me to stop moving and shake this riddle off Oh Well
And there was a time when all I wanted was my Ice cream colder, and a little cream soad Oh Well, Oh Well
And a wooden box, and an alley full of rocks was all i had to care about Oh Well, Oh Well, Oh Well
But now my mind is filled with rubber tires and forest fires an whether i′m a liar and lots of other situations where I don′t know what to do at which time god screams to me “there′s nothing left for me to tell you”
(Jack) Meg, look at this place This place looks like a mansion! It′s like a mansion, look at all this stuff! Look, I see something over there.
We got you here selling rag and bone Bring out your junk and we′ll give it a home A broken trumpet or a telephone Ah, come on, come on, come on Come and give it to me
Yeah!
Come on, come on, come on Come on and give it to me
Rag & Bone! Rag & B one!
Ah, come on, come on, come on Come on and give it to me
Oh looking pretty Your pretty little Rags & Bones
(Jack) Well, look at all this, you don′t want it?
(Meg) What is that?
(Jack) You sure you don′t want it? Take it. They′re just things you don′t want. I can use ‘em. Meg can use ‘em We can do something with ‘em We′ll make something out of ‘em Make some money out of ‘em at least.
Hey if you ain′t gonna use it, just give it to us We′ll give it a home
Well, I hope you got something shoddy for me Everybody got a Christmas tree I got you a pot with a toilet seat Ah, jump up, jump up, jump up Come on and give it to me
Rag & Bone!
We wanna get it Granny, while it′s hot You think its trash Granny, but it′s not Oh, we′ll be taking whatever you got Ah, give up, give up, give up Come on and give it to me
Woo!
Oh looking pretty Your pretty little Rags & Bones
(Meg) I saw some stuff in here, now are you gonna give it to us?
(Jack) Ah, Meg, don′t be rude
(Meg) Why not?
(Jack) They might need it. And if you don′t want it, we′ll take it And if you don′t wanna give it to us, We′ll keep walking by We′ll keep going we′re not tired But, got plenty of places to go Lots of homes we ain′t been to yet The west side The south-west side Middle east Rich house Dog house Outhouse Old folks′ house House for unwed mothers Halfway homes Catacombs Twilight Zones Looking for techniques, turntables to gramophones So take a last lick of your ice-cream cones And lock up what you still wanna own But please be kind And don′t rewind
Oh looking pretty Your pretty little Rags & Bones Your pretty little Rags & Bones
Ah, jump up, jump up, jump up Come on and give it to me
Your pretty little Rags & Bones
(Jack & Meg) Ah, come on, come on, come on Come on and give it to us!