Grant McLennan: Vocals, Lead Guitar, Piano
Robert Forster: Vocals, Sonic Rhythm Guitar
Robert Vickers: Bass, keyboards
Lindy Morrison: Drums, programmes
Amanda Brown: violin, oboe, guitar, keyboards, vocals
Audrey Riley: Cello
El Tito: Flamenco guitar
Simon Fisher-Turner: Backing vocals
Colin Lloyd-Tucker: Backing vocals
RIGHT HERE
It rains for days So you stay inside And lock your door. Crying all the time Crying for ... You don't know what for. You say your're undone by his kiss, But don't you think That for once in your life It should be like this? Your hands are tired, Your eyes are blue. I'm keeping you right here. Whatever I have is yours And it's right here. Climb aboard my pony Now you've been thrown. Get back in the saddle And let it be known That you're made of steel. Don't you think that For once in your life He should be made to feel? Your hands are tired, Your eyes are blue. I'm keeping you right here. Whatever I have is yours And it's right here. I know you're 32 But you look 55. You walk around With your eyes wide open But you're barely alive. You say you've lost your touch But don't you think That for once in your life He could walk without a crutch? Your hands are tired, Your eyes are blue. I'm keeping you right here. Whatever I have is yours And it's right here.YOU TELL ME
Tallulah took a shower for an hour, Then walked down the street feeling beautiful and clean. Taulah met a man at a newstand, Who asked her how does she dream. What she's missing Is someone Who will listen And then and then and then, you tell me. Tallulah your make-up needs a shake-up, Your hair frames a perfect face. Tallulah wasn't liberated, By France or any other revolution. What she's missing Is someone Who will listen And then and then and then, you tell me. You tell me, I have a choice. You. You. You. Come on.SOMEONE ELSE'S WIFE
Can't find my way down my own street, Got to get my dream feet back on its feet. I'm trapped in my house On first name terms with its mouse. Don't sav this house is a shack. We had it once, can I get it back? It's a fine line between love and despair; Do you know the times I've waited on your stair? Don't say you've got a home and new life, I won't stand in your way 'cause You're someone else's wife. I'm trying to set things straight But I can't see straight. I'm gonna drive if it takes me years, Gotta learn to live with fear. Don t say this house is a shack. Lightning hit it so I struck back. It's a fine line between love and despair; Do vou know the times I've waited on your stair? Don't say you've got a home and new life, I won't stand in your way 'cause You're someone else's wife. Don't say this house is a shack. Thunder cracked so I cracked back. It's a fine line between love and despair; Do vou know the times I've waited on your stair? Don't say you've got a home and new life, I won't stand in your way 'cause You're someone else's wife.I JUST GET CAUGHT OUT
She wiped the hair right out of my eyes. Tempted me through with desire. I was trying my best at this stage. To set myself on fire. Then she said hello. I just get caught out. All I get is all day long. On me, and I stand much higher. You can always get what you want. If you're burning enough by fire. Then she said hello. I just get caught out Out again tonight, I'm tired. We need a room but there is no room. Then she said good-bye. I just get caught out. Out again tonight, through these moonlit streets. We need a room But there is no room. Then she came again. I just get caught out.CUT IT OUT
What would you do If I told you To run from him? What would vou say If I told you to Abandon him? I khow you drink, You've had a lot to drink, Do you have to talk like that? If you go to parties And cut your hair People grab their hats. Ah, but I know with a heart like that In times like these with a heart like That you cut it out. What would you do If I told you To pack your bags? What would you say If I told you To take off those rags? I know you're down, I know you're blue, You broke his spell. If you want life You take that life And you live it well. Ah, but I know with a heart like that In times like these with a heart like That you cut it out. Have you lost vour marbles? You're not that crazy yet. Listen to me, don't you forget. What would you say If I told you You had to run from him? Ah, but I know with a heart like that In times like these with a heart like That you cut it out.THE HOUSE JACK KEROUAC BUILT
You and I together, with nothing showing at all, In a darkened cinema, I'll give you pleasure in the stalls. Want to give you tenderness, and my affection too. If it's through clenched teeth, that's what you driven me to I want us to be lovers I want us to be friends Want it like; it's the living end. Keep me away from her. With your kittens. on the patchwork quilt, Oh no, what am I doing here, in the house Jack Kerouac built. There's white magic, and bad rock'n'roll, Your friend there says, he's the gatekeeper to my soul. The velvet curtains The Chinese bell With friends like these; you're damned as well. Keep me away from her. Shake off your despondency, and your country girl act. You are reading me poetry, that's Irish, and so black. I know you're warm, the warmest person alive, But are you warm, deep down inside? I want us to be lovers I want us to be friends Want it like; the world crumbles and then it ends. Keep me away from her. Baby, I'm lonely. You're on the road with a bad crowd.BYE BYE PRIDE
A white moon appears Like a hole in the sky, The mangroves go quiet. In la Brisa de la Palma A teenage Rasputin Takes the sting from a gin, "When a woman learns to walk She's not dependent anymore A line front her letter May 24 And out on the bay The current is strong A boat can go lost. But I didn't know someone Could be so lonesome Didn't know a heart Could be tied up And held for ransom. Until you take your shoes And go outside, stride over stride. Walk to that tide because The door is open wide. Turned the fan off And went for a walk By the lights down on Shield Street. The birds in the trees Open their wings ... He goes home again. He dreams resistance, They talk commitment, Things change over long distance. Took the shirt off his back The eyes from his head And left him for dead. But I didn't know someone Could be so lonesome Didn't know a heart Could be tied up And held for ransom. Until you take your shoes And go outside, stride over stride, Walk to that tide because The door is open wide. Little lies, they'll take your pride. Until you take your shoes And go outside. stride over stride, Walk to that tide because The door is open wide. Stride over stride Walk to that tide. Bye, Bye Pride. Because the door is open wide. The door is always open wide. The door is always open wide.SPIRIT OF A VAMPYRE
I was slowly dying in a clinic just outside of L.A. You came and saw me (thank you) that picked me up straight away. You said "Learn to dance, learn to act, learn the piano" And most of all you said "Learn to live again". That's when it starts. That's when it starts. The electric train of soft cylinder parts. Together at last. I dream of losing you, I wake up holding you so tight. I don't want to lose you now that I've passed midnight. I'm in deep with the blue waters around you. I'm in deep, so blue with everything around you. (chorus) (Chorus) That's when it starts. That's when it starts. The electric train of soft cylinder parts The dull mask of action on circus staff Mobility the hood of the Hindu scarf Together at last Making jewellery at last.THE CLARKE SISTERS
They had problems with their father's law. They sleep in the back of a feminist bookstore. The Clarke Sisters The eldest sister keeps a midnight vigil. The youngest sister she's not spiritual. The Clarke Sisters. Their steel grey hair, their lovely steel grey hair. The Clarke Sisters. Why don't I introduce you I'm sure they won't mind. But don't you dare, laugh at their collections Handed down, handed down for love. The middle sister gets her period blood. The flood of love. The flood of love. The Clarke Sisters. Their steel grey hair, their lovely steel grey hair. The Clarke Sisters. The afternoon world, the bees have stung the softball girls. The midnight world, the crystal ball down the wooden hall. The treehouse stands, their early childhood, were treehouse plans. And right above, The Clarke Sisters, handed down to love. Handed down to love. Handed down to love.HOPE THEN STRIFE
I think I'm getting it right this time; I can tell by the way she grins. She put the postcards up on the head of our bed, I can see Algiers. She said "don't the streets on Sunday look great, The way they open up their windows And offer you things you know you'll never buy." Lord I'm tired, I'm just so tired. Don't say that you agree With the price you paid For your captivity. Sweet surrender and your Poison pen are gonna take you And make you whole again. Never gonna be the one Who said you were the one Who liked the lonesome life. All the times you stayed And prayed and thought you Had it made it was for Hope then strife. So I went and asked my friend the doctor "What is it I've got this time?' He said "apart from that albatross Around your neck, the tests are Negative, you really are quite fine". So I went out to the airport To play for my ticket And someone comes up to me and says "Hey man, they don t pay for that any more Lord I'm tired, I'm just so tired. Don't say that you agree With the price you paid For your honesty. Sweet surrender and your Poison pen are gonna take you And make you whole again. Never gonna be the one Who said you were the one Who liked the lonesome life. All the times vou stayed And prayed and thought you Had it made it was for Hope then strife. Lord I'm tired, I'm just so tired. I should retire. Don't say that you agree With the price at the end Of hostility. Sweet surrender and your Poison pen are gonna take you And make you whole again. Never gonna be the one Who said you were the one Who liked the lonesome life. All the times you stayed And prayed and thought you Had it made it was for Hope then strife.