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breakfast in gaza

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1.
It’s Breakfast in Gaza There’s war around the street It’s breakfast in Gaza But there’s nothing here to eat There’s a crackle of machine gunfire The barking of a dog And I can’t find my conscience In this phosphorescent fog From my bedroom I can see the stars But there’s murder in the air A random shell blew the house to Hell So keep your head right down So keep your head right down It’s Breakfast in Gaza I can’t find the juice It’s Breakfast in Gaza Invader’s on the loose ‘Rogue shots’ have killed the neighbours And the chickens have all flown And the message from outside Is “You are on our own” From my bedroom I can see the moon And there’s romance in the air But to move, or not risks a sniper’s shot So keep your head right down So keep your head right down From my bedroom I can see the moon And there’s romance in the air But to move, or not risks a sniper’s shot So keep your head right down
2.
I saw her dance at the Follies Berger It was very becoming I shouldn’t have been there I’d wandered in from the Rue Richer Her movements were stunning For such an average day It was oh so French So cliché Like Sweet Sauternes And Crème Brule Oh so French So pas vu Like Jean Paul Sartre/Albert Camus I asked her if she might have the time To shoot the breeze And take a glass of wine No, no she said but she wasn’t unkind With that beautiful accent How could I ever mind ‘Cos she was oh so French So passé Like Crème de Menthe And Chatelet It was oh so French De rigueur Like Batobus And Croque Monsieur
3.
Crooks in suits they tell you lies Take your money, sympathise Find your weakness, crawl inside Spread their poison, run and hide I’m so bored with all their lies Advertising phoney highs Sucker momma, virtual Dad Sell you what you always had Crooks in suits they grin a lot Then they take you for all you’ve got Sell your gaff or buy a car Crooks in suits are always there Crooks in suits they like your style Raid your savings with a smile If you’re old or if you’re broke Spivs in suits will see the joke Crooks in suits are all the same Send your pension down the drain Charm you with psychology Nail you with technology
4.
When the sun shines I only want to be with you But I make mistakes But then you do too When the stars are out Over the Old Moor tops And you hold my hand That’s when my heart stops I, I didn’t mean to hurt you Desert you To scar your face With toxic waste Oh I, I didn’t mean to leave you Bereave you To give you rules Without the tools Oh God I didn’t mean to rile you Defile you To drag your legs Into the dregs Oh no I didn’t mean to flay you Betray you To explicate you From your fate I say I didn’t want to tie you Or defy you To blow your mind By being kind Oh yes No I, I didn’t mean to hate you Berate you, To tie you down And make you drown
5.
I'm In Pain 03:45
I’m in pain But I can’t say where It’s hurting like a toothache I can hardly bear I’m in pain I’m off to my bed Cos’ I can’t locate it In my heart or head I’m in pain But I don’t know how I’m feeling so sickly Fever on my brow I’m in pain But I can’t say why My future’s looking hazy I’m fixin’ to die Don’t you understand my problem? Don’t you understand my problem? Don’t you understand my problem? I’m in pain I’m feeling so bad It’s taking me over Driving me mad I’m in pain I’m on the rack It makes me want to scream out Hoping you’ll come back I’m in pain Since you’ve been gone Did you mean the things you said Or were you leading me on? I’m in pain I’m ‘round the bend If it wasn’t for you girl I’d be on the mend. I’m in pain
6.
You see me on the telephone And ask who’s calling up. You see me writing letters And plead with me to stop I’m sending secret emails I’m texting by the truck I have to have my own connections Making my own luck But I don’t want to lie to you I want to tell the truth I just have to move No I don’t want to lie to you Just look you in the eye Know you aren’t gonna cry You watch me as I drive away When I get on a bus You ask me where I’m going I ask what’s all the fuss It seems a strange relationship More like a teenage crush I have to get away from you If I can save the cash It’s time that I was going I have to be elsewhere I’m sorry if that hurts To be honest I don’t care I know it isn’t pleasant I know it isn’t fair Do you want my fingerprints To prove that I was here
7.
No Civilians 03:43
Look across to no-man’s land Out onto the plains below Can you see that shattered home Underneath the sunset’s glow Listen as the Muezzin’s cry tells Faithful men its time for prayers Pray for those departed, martyred Could that mean that someone cares? I don’t see the world through your eyes You don’t see the world through mine We can disagree On how things ought to be But our love can still be strong Look across to no-man’s land To the ruins over there Can you see those shattered worlds Over by the missiles lair Can you see the flag of peace Flutter from a schoolyard wall Can you hear the tiny dead Cry for us they quietly call.
8.
Reunion 04:37
I like your sensitivity, he said with some alacrity The poison in his eyes was quick to war The images you smile for me have never really worked you see I simply presuppose what they are for To which the thunderheads combine, precipitate the storm The molecules of resonance, accentuate the form Adobe hills of violence, protect the dazzled creek The silent ones of New Orleans, stand back to back to speak And there is no turning back, for the children of Iraq And we told you, and we told you, yes we told you the two million knew, What are you gonna do? I like your new complicity, your anodyne sincerity You heard the words but could not see the eyes The screaming notes you sent to me, could only mean one thing to me The truth is just a marinade of lies Your principles don’t pay the rent, or put food on the table The cult that politicians clash, is just another fable The trading place of prejudice, Disintegrating dreams Assertive subtle arguments, are never what they seem And there is no turning back, for the children of Iraq I like your ambiguity, your brutal vulnerability The Shadow’s optic residence was clear We have to have a legacy, and ego driven fantasy To feed the feral flaming pit of fear Creative streams of madness, are the proof that we are sane The murderers of immigrants, assassinate the plane A diatribe of partnership means compromise has won While photographic evidence lies fading in the sun And there is no turning back, for the children of Iraq
9.
Rain 02:17
The stormy clouds are gathering It’s winter underfoot Your phone is always busy It must be off the hook The TV screen has drawn a blank The light is growing dim I’d love for you to be with me You want to be with him Rain, rain, rain Driving me insane Shame, shame, shame I just can’t play your game How can I face This catastrophic day? Rain, rain, rain, rain My brain is full of thunder There’s lightening in my eyes There’s no sight more distressing Than a rainbow as it dies The wind is howling on the roof I run from room to room, And in my fright, I need your light All I get is gloom
10.
Rich Kids 03:40
Rich kids playing at being poor Don’t know the half of it Don’t know the real score Rich kids playing at being hurt Don’t know the meaning Don’t know the price dirt Can you understand the message? Can you read between the lines? Although turbulence is likely The flight is going fine. Rich kids playing at love and hate Can’t comprehend reality On my estate Rich kids playing at being at school Won’t know the master-class That casts you as a life-long fool
11.
The Loser 02:43
I’m sitting on my own I’m by the telephone There’s whisky in the bottle I hate to be alone I listen for your car You might have gone too far I’ll take another smoke Go down my local bar I’ve known you Since the Factory Wall I’ve known you Since the Leaving Ball What do you see in him? What do you see in him? What do you see in him? I think about the time When we were doing fine We couldn’t get enough Now things are getting tough I need you back tonight I need you in my sight Just tell me it’s a whim What do you see in him? Oh I’ve known you Since the Amusement Hall I’ve known you Since the Hot Dog stall What do you see in him? What do you see in him? What do you see in him?
12.
My A to Z is open I’m going home tonight The trains are running hourly And I’ve got some euros for an early morning flight I’m suffocating here And the winds of northern Africa’s magnetic pull Are drawing me to you, I’m a romantic fool It’s a step in the right direction A huge step for my kind I avoided it on reflection It’s whatever my genes designed Just a step in the right direction How could I have been so blind? I just needed the right inflection Needed to be refined The clock is moving backwards Departure is in sight I’ve packed my map and compass In my head just in case I journey through the night I’m suffocating here And the winds of northern Africa’s magnetic pull Are drawing me to you, I’m a romantic fool It’s such a step in the right direction I should have seen before I avoided the new connection Til’ I blundered into the door Such a step in the right direction How could I have been naive? I just wanted to give protection How could I have guessed you’d leave?

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released November 7, 2010

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