All the Other Boys

  • 1.
    All the Other Boys

    Through my skylight I can climb to heaven at night
    Oh, but they’re calling me a heathen ’cause the one that I believe in is myself.

    From my window I can hear the world on the go.
    The cathedral bells are ringing and the choristers are singing in my head,

    And they sing “Why can’t you be happy like all the other boys?
    Why don’t you come down from your room, be like all the other boys?”

    Pure vibration’s the source of all creation, oh yeah!
    It keeps the universe expanding through the love of understanding the whole truth.

    Life’s a freak show and should anyone enquire how I know
    They’ll find the human race inside me; they may even recognise me in themselves,

    And they’ll say “Why can’t you be happy like all the other boys?
    Stop complicating everything, be like all the other boys.”

    “Why can’t you be happy like all the other boys?
    Why don’t you come down from your room, be like all the other boys?

    All the other boys. All the other boys. All the other boys

  • 2.
    Back to Monday

    I sang my songs like all the other fakes;
    Ashamed to make the same old tired mistakes.
    If I let you down it won’t be the last time.
    I’m a fawning clown for your love.

    There’s a whole wild world lying in between us.
    I don’t think we’ve ever been so far apart.
    All you Saints and seers and all you non-believers,
    We don’t want to get back to Monday.

    I blew my mind in many shades of grey;
    Laid to rest in love with yesterday
    Where my headstone reads “Didn’t make much difference –
    All my thoughts and deeds and all my love”.

    And no-one sang a song to change my world.
    And no-one saw the colours that I heard.
    I should fake control, learn to show some feeling,
    Fenestrate my soul for my love.

    There’s a whole wild world lying in between us.
    I don’t think we’ve ever been so far apart.
    All you Saints and seers and all you non-believers,
    We don’t want to get back to Monday.

  • 3.
    Peace in Our Time

    Today the cool winds of dawn fazed me out; I couldn’t beat the countdown.
    At last, without grace, I’ve learned how to lose.
    I’m on the tack that brings me back to you.
    I don’t know, but I’m told that the truth is stranger than fiction –
    An ominous, anonymous message we all miss.
    Can a Jesus freak speak with no obvious conviction?
    I’ll take it from you I’m part of this.

    Did you ever dream of peace in our time? You couldn’t keep your people in line.
    Maybe we should try and spend a little more time together, together, together.

    Somewhere someone crash-dived their life making peace like there was no tomorrow.
    I know ‘cause I saw the last days of earth as it creaked and sighed, sank and died alone.
    There’s a letter in the sand and it’s signed, sealed and scented –
    An asinine line someone forgot to send
    To the only true blue that the human race invented.
    “Here’s all of our hearts world without end.”

    Did you ever dream of peace in our time? You couldn’t keep your people in line.
    Maybe we should try and spend a little more time together, together, together.

  • 4.
    You Think, So You Are

    Wipe out those tears; I’ve seen them all before.
    Small talk your fears; I’ve heard them all before.

    You think so you are. That’s why you’re sad as hell.
    I think I am as sad as hell as well.

    I love your sadness and I love you sadly.

    Blue nights, black days oh I know all about.
    I came; I’ll stay until we talk it out.
    You think so you are. That’s why you’re sad as hell.
    I think I am as sad as hell as well.

    I love your sadness and I love you sadly.

    All things must change. No lives can stay the same.
    All things must end. They come to life again.

    You think so you are. That’s why you’re sad as hell.
    I think I am as sad as hell as well.

  • 5.
    Television's Home

    I should have, should have, should have forever been indebted
    But I do know, I know, I know all things remain the same.
    Summer came. It wouldn’t stay. It couldn’t melt my blues away.
    It didn’t change a thing. It didn’t change a thing.
    And people grow. Oh my! How we’ve grown.

    We love like yesterday, a relocation hideaway where we can be alone.
    I flood your eyes in laser light and video film your head tonight. Television’s home.

    I could have, could have, could have smashed your place to pieces
    But I reasoned, reasoned, reasoned in many shades of grey.
    Ah you’re looking cool. You’re not so hot. You’ll never melt my blues that way.
    It didn’t mean a thing. It didn’t mean a thing.
    And people change. My! How we’ve changed.

    And love lies face to face. Another time, another place where we can be alone.
    I flood your eyes in laser light and video film your head tonight. Television’s home.

    It’s over rated – the understatement of far too many cold years.
    It’s such a complicated situation; couldn’t wait to see you again.

    We love like yesterday, a relocation hideaway where we can be alone.
    I flood your eyes in laser light and video film your head tonight. Television’s home. Television’s home.

  • 6.
    The Dust on my Halo

    There’s a lifeline that follows me right down the centuries
    And burns like a quasar within me. If you could see into my soul,
    There’s a darkness that shines through the dust on my halo.
    I’m trying to learn how to say “no”. Oh, you can see into my soul.

    But oh my God! Lord of all mercy, why would you desert me?

    There’s no reason for learning to think in a straight line.
    The pleasure and pain would be still mine if I could see into your soul,
    Where the truth goes finally fading away now,
    The light of the moon by the day now – If I could see into your soul.

    But oh my God! Lord of all mercy, why would you curse me?

    There’s dust on my halo. There’s dust on my halo.

    There’s a lifeline that follows me right down the centuries
    And burns like a quasar within me. If you could see into my soul,
    Where the truth goes – there’s nothing to see or to say now.
    We might as well all turn away now. Beware of the places we go.

    Oh. Come on. Oh, come on.

    There’s dust on my halo. There’s dust on my halo.

  • 7.
    Colamericana

    Hey bushy bushy blonde hairdo with your butterfly eyes
    I say you’re nobody’s hero with your mafia ties.
    You give me colamericana. You give me kisses from France
    And in the cattle market an Aborigine dance and I give you

    Romantic lies, longing sighs, flowers for your hair.
    There’s no getting through to this dead end dude when spring is in the air.
    Those subway nights and high rise sights skyscraper away ooh yeh
    And no stupid law, no law can take your pride away.

    Hey sleazy sleazy go easy. You’ve got your sycophant fans.
    You come on all nice and bright and breezy. You didn’t even give us a chance.
    Your daddy’s good-looking, well your mama says “He’ll do”.
    What you got cooking? I know I’m untrue but I’ll give you

    Romantic lies, longing sighs, flowers for your hair.
    There’s no getting through to this dead end dude when spring is in the air.
    No lonely night’s gonna make it right. I scrape away ooh yeh.
    And no law, no no stupid law can take your pride away.

  • 8.
    Spacedust

    Worlds above me rain down on me pennies for my eyes
    Angel voices ever singing echo through the sky.
    They’re holier than thou, but I’m just spacedust now, following my calling.

    I fell asleep; I kept on falling – that’s the way life goes
    And what you give is all you’re given, as you reap you sew.
    I’m holier than thou, but I’m just spacedust now, following my calling.

    There’s no beginning and no ending. Always was and always is.
    Never ending new beginnings – nothing more to life than this.

    Worlds around me, worlds inside me, worlds I’ll never know.
    The love you gave – it almost saved me from the world below.
    I’m holier than thou, but I’m just spacedust now, following my calling

    There’s no beginning and no ending. Always was and always is.
    Never ending new beginnings – nothing more to life than this.

    We’re holier than thou and we’re all spacedust now, following our calling
    We kiss this world goodbye. Kiss this world goodbye.
    We kiss this world goodbye. Oh, my, my, my

  • 9.
    Out Of My Time

    I’m out on my own again, though I’m not blue.
    I don’t feel the lonely pain some others do.
    For those who try to shape my mind – you haven’t got a clue.
    I’m through with you.

    I’m wiser and wizened now. This much is true:
    I don’t get surprised much now by what you do.
    The phases pass in fashion fads disguised as something new.
    There’s nothing new.

    That’s me and I’m fine. Got my car, my guitar and my beer and I’m fine.
    I’ll be out of line, out of tune, out of place, out of phase out of mind,
    out of my time.

    If you want to be, want to be all that you’ve got to be
    Climb out of the minds of men from ivory towers.
    Climb over their swords and pens – their mighty powers.
    No lies to spiel, no high ideals to hopelessly pursue.
    I’m through with you.

    That’s me, and I’m sound, Got my head in the clouds and my feet on the ground.
    I’ll be out of line, out of tune, out of place, out of phase out of mind,
    out of my time.
    Oh you’ve got to be, got to be all that you want to be.

  • 10.
    I Can't Be What You Want Me To Be

    Let me throw away all my inhibitions and tell you things as they are.
    I would sell your soul to get half a chance to be a rock n roll star.
    I know it’s only a song and there’s no one listening and I should let it all be.
    But nobody knows what it is they’re missing and that’s what’s getting to me.

    This life is insane. It’s so precious but then it’s as pointless as you and as me.
    And I don’t understand. I’m just one grain of sand.
    I can’t be what you want me to be.

    Well I should say what I think but I’m always bluffing and that’s the price of the fame.
    It should mean everything but it all means nothing. I’m not controlling this game.
    And you’re looking at me but I can’t look at you.
    I’m a slave in your land of the free.
    And I don’t understand. I’m just one grain of sand.
    I can’t be what you want me to be.

    I slip outside my mind and all life’s confines,
    be divine and bore you with my euphoria. No, no I won’t lie.

    Well I do appreciate all your kindness for this bald Liverpool freak.
    I’ve been right round the world. You know, all I find is the earth inherits the meek.
    If you aim for the stars, you’ll have further to fall when you hit the glass ceiling. You’ll see!
    And I don’t understand. I’m just one grain of sand
    I can’t be what you want me to be.

  • 11.
    Bluer Than You

    I was happy on the day I met you.
    Then I jumped through the hoops that I’m still jumping through.
    You’re written in the lines on my face.
    Don’t the lines on my hands testify my fate?

    I was friendly in a roundabout way,
    Wasn’t wise to your lies or the games you could play.
    I’m sorry that I came unprepared, but then
    Sorry, of course, is a death defying word

    The sticks and the stones have shattered my bones.
    Names have merely disembowelled me.
    But I won’t be a slave from the crib to the grave.
    I’m on my knees the Lord to praise.
    In heart, in mind and in soul I’m bluer than you.

    It’s not easy when you’ve fallen from grace,
    When your heart is exposed and explodes in your face.
    And every time I open my eyes
    I see wise men and fools portending my demise.

    I was happy til the day I met you,
    Had a song in my heart and an aim to be true.
    Now I’ve got a thought to appease.
    There’s no rest for my mind, no cure for my disease.

    It’s the sticks and the stones that shatter your bones.
    Names can only disembowel you.
    But I won’t be a slave from the crib to the grave.
    I’m on my knees the Lord to praise.
    In heart, in mind and in soul I’m bluer than you.

  • 12.
    Boys In Their Games

    Sleep tight, healthy, wealthy, wise. Uptight, I can’t close my eyes.
    A chemical haze, lights in the sky. Something’s making the rabbits cry.
    The ladder to fame, boys in their games and I don’t know why.

    Payday for the ones who dare – strange ways of the entrepreneur.
    A choke in the smoke, a sting in the eye, burning the wings of a butterfly,
    Fanning the flames, boys in their games and I don’t know why.

    Nose dive into make believe. Landslide into victory.
    Allaying the fear, trashing the doubt – the power that blew its own fuses out.
    The ladder to fame, boys in their games and I don’t know why.

    Peepshow – anyone you know? Soho – there’s the new Bardot.
    Pushing the march to make the boys sigh. An honest mistake for an alibi.    Pantomime dames, boys in their games and I don’t know why.

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