Postcard Thoughts
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Lyrics
For No-One I Knew
I knew that I’d meet you
I didn’t know how long to wait
Till I’d see you;
So I wrote this song
For no-one I knew
It’s not about much
But falling in love

I wonder if you’d been
Sitting elsewhere
With a pink book and ink pen
Ear to the air
For some distant tune
To sing about you
It’s not about much
But someone to love

That I love you
Before I knew you
We couldn’t have met anytime
And I loved you
Before I knew you
We walked till we crashed on the lines
Of the lives
Where we loved and we learnt and we lied

So bring back the sad times
The paper-kissed nights
And the breakups and sure signs
That life wasn’t right
For them, shed a tear
Because they left you here
To scream that’s enough
I need to be loved
Ruin Friday Night
I’ve just stepped in from an easy day at work
Which gets harder as it festers in my head
The next door neighbours smiled at me arriving home
But I’ll tell you that they swore at me instead

I’m so down
There’s no sadness in my life
I’m going to make up some problems
To tell you all and ruin Friday night

I’ve got nothing planned this evening
But hours of complicating holes in time
Is it me, or is the entire world against me
I’ll call and check that everybody’s fine

I’m so down
There’s no sadness in my life
I’m going to make up some problems
To tell you all and ruin Friday night

The other day I think I found a new emotion
You won’t have had it ‘cause you’re not in tune like me
Look there’s a window I can stare through looking pensive
But only if somebody else can see me

I’m so down
There’s no sadness in my life
I’m going to make up some problems
To tell you all and ruin Friday night
Postcard Thoughts
I wonder how you get me
In a vacant hour in May
There’s a white cloud on the skyline
Making shapes just like your face
I can hear the neighbours laughing
Like their empty bottles
Wine is spilling over all the postcards
Blurring years of paper-time
Postcard thoughts for you
Postcard thoughts for you

Last week we drove to nowhere
Found a field to settle down
And I love you love the Beatles
We should get your poems bound
I found a pile of words about you
And I stuck them in my head
And even night-time drives are fun with you
‘cause cats’ eyes lead to bed
Postcard thoughts for you
Postcard thoughts for you

We should high-tail it to Mexico
Kahlua, books and old brown shoes
And lose ourselves on railroads
Robbing tourists of their news
And the newspapers won’t find us
‘cause we’ll cut each-other’s hair
And we’ll live in boats and vineyards
Making up and breaking prayers
Getting Mad for Bill
His bosses slaved his fingers hard
Forgetting how to pay
And made him burn a thousand miles
To work and back each day
But conscience, guilt and something ‘Bill’
Meant he would never say

He’s lucky in the way he got
The polar ends of fate;
Monday he was robbed
But Tuesday’s one-armed-bandit paid
The steak he ordered rare was burnt
But eating beats complaint

So we’re getting mad for Bill
‘cause they’ll use him until
We get mad for Bill
‘cause he won’t and we will

So Sherwood Forest beckoned
For the racer ‘Luck’ made cheap
And ‘Sod’ got bored and broke the wheel
When he was buried deep
And friendship strained and snapped the ties
It promise it would keep

So we’re getting mad for Bill
‘cause they’ll use him until
We get mad for Bill
‘cause he won’t and we will

Watching it happen
It’s sad but not surprise
They mistook goodness
For weakness in his eyes

The haunting image of him
Stepping through the woods alone
Tired of being let down in the
Way he’d always known
And promising he’d sort it out
When he hung up the phone

So we’re getting mad for Bill
‘cause they’ll use him until
We get mad for Bill
‘cause he won’t and we will
String Around Your Heart
All the places that we said we’d go
All the books we never read,
All the friends we thought we’d always know
All ideas remained unsaid

All the times we could have sat and thought
Deckchair smiles to the sky
All the midnight coaches never caught
Makes you wonder if we tried
(and it cuts like a knife)

Memories pull tight
Like string around your heart
As we, un-free
Walk distant lives apart

All the planning of the New York dream
Copied Lennon through and through
All the national trust we’ll never see
Smoking cigarettes and stars

All the drunken weekend double beds
Board-game questions never guessed
Stop the clocks, I’m shocked you’re beautiful
But I’m glad I never lied
(and it cuts like a knife)
Nights Like These
Nights like these
Make me something please
Nights like these
Take me off my drunken feet

When the hounding wind infects me
Your old pictures can’t protect me
And the muffled baby’s screams
Choke my thoughts of trying to sleep
And the takeaways are filthy
And the night films make me guilty
And the crumpled rugs are shrouds
To the bottle-littered ground

Nights like these
Make me something please
Nights like these
Take me off my drunken feet

And the canvas hangs at angles
Near the coats on crowded hangers
And the lonely roads below me
Like the phone lines never know me
And I never painted McCartney
Only Lennon was the art thief
And the heaps of torn receipts
On the scribbled burnt CDs

And my broken shoes stopped believing
When I promised I’d be leaving
And the camera straps are worn out
As my diary pages fall out
And my T-shirts cut and rub me
And the books you read are above me
Sad reality soon hit me
In the suit that almost fit me
So I pray today’s car-crash day
Nicking pennies from my ashtray

Nights like these
Make me something please
Nights like these
Take me off my drunken feet
Children Catching Smoke
I have to say
We drove a long way
And you made me want to stay,
So I don’t understand why I’m sad today.
Maybe I needed you both
More than I had even known

Precious time;
It felt a hundred miles from anyone
Arriving late night in the woods
For drink and games.
I know what this is worth,
Like you said, ‘deaths and births’

I love the days;
Eating, talking, playing by the fire;
Drunken friends and tears
And now I’m scared of the dark.
I’ll really miss you both,
Like children catching smoke
Contributors
Findlay Mackinnon - Drums, Percussion and Harmonica
Mike Gilbert - Backing Vocals
Chris Hope - Piano, Guitar, Bass and Singing
Design by Chris Hope
Produced by Chris Hope
Mixed and Mastered by Rob Blakeney