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OLD ACOUSTICS
I lost my watch so I'll sell the time as well
Hide your eyes all day from tricks they play on you
She's the witch who cursed your name
without her you won't be saved
every prince and every slave want to make her
I lost my watch so I'll sell the time as well
These streets won't sleep but this track still turns its back on you
She's the headstone to your grave
Without her you might be saved
Every thief and every knave want to make her
SONG FOR DELIA SMITH
Delia, I'd like to feel your hands upon my chopping board tonight
Good-looking, what have you got cooking
underneath the T.V. kitchen's electric light
You share my name
I'll share your fame
we're just the same
we both like brandy
Delia, I'd like to peel your apron off like you peel that onion skin
Delia, let's make a meal, yeah
Stay with me and we will never thin
I like your eyes
and your chicken pies
oh, realise your perfect recipe with me
LOST WATCH SONG
I lost my watch so I'll sell the time as well
Hide your eyes all day from tricks they play (all the time) on you
I land my hand on my own spade and dig my own grave
These streets won't sleep but this track still turns its back (all the time) on you
CHAPTERS 1 TO 4
Though you may not believe it soon
You've got to be somebody's moon
SOME PIECE OF DRAB
You should have been some ancient queen
who bathed in silk and dressed in milk
You're eyes so clean, you're fingers serene
Like dripping cream, or so it seems
You're so down and out
You take a small breath, one nearer to death
And fill your hands with un-guttered plans
And now you walk just like a hawk
me, like a crab or some piece of drab
You're so down and out
I took a nip on an apple's drip
And rode a train across the plain
Down to the beach I couldn't reach the things I had
but it wasn't so bad because you were with me
You're so down and out
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