John Wesley Harding LYRICS

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John Wesley Harding - 50/50 Split - lyrics

There are so many sides to every story
And this is mine
A dirty pair of hands sometimes has to come clean
And now is the time
I just couldnt see loves great defection
Now its flourishing in one dimension
Love went over the wall
Was it pushed or did it fall?
The official story was a 60/40 split
Cut with a knife
But now that Im ghostwriting your autobiography
This ought to be your life
You wouldnt have to be a great detective
To see the things you do to me are self-reflexive
They bounce right back from me
Cos Im a human trampoline
Seem now, its so hard to take
Heart to hearts that were heart for hearts sake
Now cupid only watches darts
Love is just the sum of its parts
Together we were a perfect circle
I think that we should get back again
Ill hold you close and well roll all the way
Down to lovers lane
Were just two sides of a vulgar fraction
Waiting for a little love interaction
When the borderline will fall
Without you I mean half of nothing at all
Looking back it seems like fake
Heart to hearts that were heart for hearts sake
I should have known right from the start
I want you know, I want the fake
I learnt the laws and found its just give and take
(you give and I take)
Ive got the guts, I will restart
And love is only the sum of its parts
Love is the sum of its parts
Yes it is.

John Wesley Harding - $55 - lyrics

Im looking for those old familiar faces
In the places I left behind
All the townsons, barnes and staces
And some good old friends of mine
Because everyone is someone
That I seem to recognize
Must be the old familiar faces
In their eyes
Im walking down these streets that have no signposts
In a language that I know
And I never will belong here
And its clear that one day Ill go
But when I turn the corner
Theres another memory
Why dont those old familiar faces
Let me be
I used to live a life without a present
And no need to go back when
But now I see the truth so clearly
And I want it her back again
She hosts the ghosts of people
In the shadows all around
Until the old familiar faces
Fill this town
Everyday I feel the sun shine stronger
On the dark side of my heart
And people look like strangers now
That I cant tell apart
So I smile and nod politely
Like theyre friends that I once knew
Ive found those old familiar faces
In you

John Wesley Harding - Annachie Gordon - lyrics

Buchan, its bonny, oh and there lives my love
My heart it lies on him, it will not remove
It will not remove for all that I have done
Oh never will I forget my love annachie
For annachie gordon, oh hes bonny and hes braw
Hed entice any woman that ever him saw
Hed entice any woman and so he has done me
Oh never will I forget my love annachie
Down came her father, standing on the floor
Saying jeanie youre trying the tricks of a whore
You care nothing for a man who cares so very much for thee
You must marry with lord salton and leave young annachie
For annachie gordon hes only but a man
Although he may be pretty but where are all his lands
Saltons lands are broad and his towers they stand high
You must marry with lord salton and forget young annachie
With annachie gordon oh Id beg for my bread
Before that Id marry salton with gold to my head
With gold to my head and with gowns fringed to the knee
Oh Ill die if I dont get my love annachie
And you that are my parents oh to church you may me bring
Ah but unto lord salton oh Ill never bear a son
A son or a daughter oh Ill never bow my knee
Oh, Ill die if I dont get my love annachie
When jeanie was married and from church she was brought home
And she and her maidens so merry should have been
When she and her maidens so merry should have been
Oh shes gone to a chamber and shes crying all alone
Come to bed now jeanie, oh my honey and my sweet
For to style you my mistress it would not be meet
Oh its mistress or jeanie its all the same to me
For its in your bed lord salton I never shall be
And up and spoke her father and hes spoken with renown
All you who are her maidens wont you loosen off her gown
But she fell down in a swoon, so low down by their knees
Saying look on for Im dying for my love annachie
The day that jeanie married was the day that jeanie died
Thats the day that young annachie come rolling from the tide
And down came her maidens and theyre wringing of their hands
Saying woe to you annachie for staying from the sands
So long from the land and so long upon the flood
Oh theyve married your jeanie and now she is dead
All you that are her maidens wont you take me by the hand
Wont you lead me to the chamber that my love lies in
And hes kissed her cold lips until his heart turned to stone
And hes died in the chamber where his true love lay in

John Wesley Harding - Affairs Of The Heart - lyrics

I took a deep breath and I just stood there staring
It could have been stupid but I was past caring
It all seemed to depend on one little kiss
Oh but who would have thought it would turn out like this
And if I had Id still have taken the risk
Please pick me up, cos Im falling apart
Thats why I try
Hard not to start
These affairs of the heart
These affairs of the heart
Out in the big world, it was coming on morning
The newsreader on breakfast tv was still yawning
An h-bomb in taiwan, a sex-bomb in spain
If you spill that red wine, white will get out the stain
Forget the mess, baby, when will I see you again
Please pick me up while Im playing this part
Thats why I try
Hard not to start
These affairs of the heart
These affairs of the heart
This movie is paper, its 2-d, its see-through
I know what happens cos I saw the preview
This mental fandango could drive me insane
Just me, these six steel strings and you off in spain
Plainly the rain mainly falls down my drain
Please pick me up and then pull me apart
Thats why I try
Hard not to start
These affairs of the heart
These affairs of the heart

John Wesley Harding - After The Fact - lyrics

There is a room that you just now walked out of
It has everything in it but you
There's a mirror that knew what you looked like
And a door that has ruined the view
There's a carpet depressed by your footsteps
A hallway which echoes their sound
There's an arrow that points to the exit
And a lift that goes no further down, no further down
There's a stage play that shows every evening
With no prompter, no plot and no lines
The actors don't know what they're doing
They improvise all of their lives
And the action's all happening offstage
Where the props meet the actual things
Someone saw you with a gun in your hand
I heard the report from the wings
You say you're leaving
When I know that you're gone
After the fact, you'll be back
But long after the song
If ever I try to run after
The ceiling reveals the sky
The carpet is pulled out from under
The walls disappear in the flies
Behind them, the lenses of cameras
They all want a piece of us now
The story behind the unmaking
The what and the why and the how
Excuse if I choose not to bow

You say you're leaving
When I know that you're gone
After the fact, you'll be back
But long after the song is gone
After the fact, you'll be gone
But long after the song

John Wesley Harding - An Audience With You - lyrics

Your footman barred me from the door
Said I couldnt see you no more
Whats with this bureaucracy
When I filled the forms you left for me
Hes a loyal man who waits for you
Where loyalty is such taboo
Sixteen keyholes in one straight line
I look through them from time to time
The weather down your end looks fine
But the forecasts grim down mine
Im no gamble better understand
I like to know the story plan
People say I got no sense
But Im waiting for an audience with you
And all the wrestlers youve employed
And all the boys with whom you toyed
You tell me please dont get annoyed
Youre behaving like some helen of troy
I dont care for original sin
Its a stupid world were living in
Your paid assassin makes me wait
He eats with fingers off his plate
He says youve got a pressing date
With r.i.ps and heads of state
I know that he wont let me in
Cos villains always have bad skin
People say I got no sense
But Im waiting for an audience with you
A plastic surgeons your best friend
Hes got the means to any end
Hes so efficient, youre so vain
So we wont see your face again
Heaven knows how hard you tried
Hell was such a bumpy ride
The widow with the holy eyes
Got a pistol strapped into her thighs
Says youre as sweet as apple pie
You only get so *****y cos youre shy
But thats a load of papal bull
I put you on that pedestal
People say I got no sense
But Im waiting for an audience with you
Give me the strength of hercules
His fallen arches, water knees
And please please let me be like I oughtta be
Lost and lonely, hurt and happy
With a singers vanity
Now everything seems like a myth
The strength that I have performed with
Two thousand stairs and theres no lift
Gonna get to the top and theres no if
Whats for me when I get there
Is it just wheelchairs and grey hair
And never was one letter sent
I told the truth but told it bent
Thats the custom thats the law
But dont ask me the reason for
Im just a boy in love with you
Im rejected by the things you do
People say I got no sense
But Im waiting for an audience with you

John Wesley Harding - Anonymous 1916 - lyrics

Ive lost my rifle and bayonet
Ive lost my pull-through too
Ive lost the socks that you sent me
That lasted the whole winter through
Ive lost the razor that shaved me
Ive lost my four-by-two
Ive lost my hold all
And now Ive got damn all
Since Ive lost you.

John Wesley Harding - Backing Out - lyrics

Been living in the city too long now
Even my lungs have started to groan
Everybody is singing their own song
Sometimes I wanna sing alone
Never been a primadonna
Never seem to wanna be the one to complain
Enoughs too much and now Im gonna
Stop the madness soon before it drives me insane
So, take me where the sun wont shine on me
Take me where my conscience wont go
Take me where the sun wont shine on me
Dont tell me Im backing out cos I dont wanna know
Everyone around this town is so angry
Blaring horns, swearing, shaking fists
If everybody in the world was a hit man
Wed wipe each other off each others hit lists
Who wants to stand and be counted
All anger ever amounted to was lines on your face
I dont want to be the one to start the shouting
Im part of this society and I know my place
(chorus)
Everything around this town is so boring
Nothing changes, nothing doesnt stay the same
Ten years ago when we had high ideals
We couldnt wait to play the protest game
But now we have our thing together
Brand new leather, three bank accounts
Who cares about the starving millions
Were just happy that our cheques dont bounce
(chorus)

John Wesley Harding - Bad Dream Baby - lyrics

She had a criminal conversation with the devil
On the back seat of a burned out Toyota Camry
She said she'd finally found a way to start a family
But not one soul could conceive that she was on the level
And the strange thing was she didn't seem to care
He got what he came for and left her to kiss the air
But the baby burned like bitumen inside her
That inhuman son of a ***** never even called her
The doctor said, 'It'll be some kind of daughter'
She dreamed she gave birth to a thousand spiders
Who crawled up to her ear and called her mother
And whispered words of wonder from her other love
There There, There There
It'll be all right, It's just a dream
A bad dream baby
The days flew by like petals on a flower
Until the hour she screamed out with a vengeance
The busy father could not be in attendance
Although he sent his people to the baby shower
And her tiny eyes were brighter than the sun
And shone upon her mother more than anyone
There There, There There
It'll be all right, It's just a dream
A bad dream baby

Now when mother dreams her dark and handsome stranger
Good daughter brings her messages and money
Changes dirt and dust to bread and honey
The dowager's reward for peopling the manger
And that little girl is growing in this world
You can tell she'll always be her daddy's girl
You can tell she'll always be her daddy's little girl
It'll be all right, It's just a dream
A bad dream baby

John Wesley Harding - Scared Of Guns - lyrics

Well, the power of the bullet is fascinating
Theyre polishing the luga facsimiles
The little kids grow up imitating
Cowboys shoot indians before puberty
Dont get me to the battle on time
Id be useless in the front line
Dont point that thing at me
You know Im scared of guns
You can argue, say its harmless
In the nightmare fairground gallery
Were all under pain of death
To keel right over gracefully
I ached to be a uniform man
And toss that baton in a marching band
Dont point that thing at me
You know Im scared of guns
Im scared of guns, theyre out of your hands
Im scared of guns, they might go bang
Im scared of guns, hey joe, theyre out of control
Im scared of guns, fear eat the soul
Dont shoot me
I wanna put flowers in the barrels
Like the famous photo, understand
That Id rather get hit on the head
That hold cold metal in my hand
The new arrival, the latest addition
The little boys running out of ammunition
Dont point that thing at me
You know Im scared of guns
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