Sarah Jane - Matthew Byrne

The fires are burning in another land, Don't start counting, don't start counting. Colder and colder, the ice is moving closer And it gets me down. Going round and round and down the same old track. Pack on my back, going swiftly nowhere, Heart in my ear beating like a drum. Where will you go? All by yourself. (Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah.) And now I'm standing on the corner. Waiting in the rain, But then in sunlight without warning, I invent a name, Me and Sarah Jane, We had a special thing going, Me and Sarah Jane. It was a time of love and laughter, It wouldn't come again, We had our round of joy but after, Then began the pain, Me and Sarah Jane. We had a special thing going, Me and Sarah Jane, Sarah Jane. Searching for a clue. Traces on the sand. First I'm flying, going round round round, Then I'm sliding going down down down, Doesn't matter where I start I always end up Falling through those same old crowded rooms. Me and Sarah Jane, We had it coming All the pain, Walking down the streets, And finding nothing is the same, And now the city lights are dimming one by one, It costs too much money to keep them all on. Me and Sarah Jane, In silence walk along the shore, Tears of joy and mocking laughter, Words lost in the wind. The tide was rising, But there we stayed, We had no fear of dying We weren't afraid.

It was Christmas Eve, babe In the drunk tank An old man said to me "Won't see another one" And then he sang a song The Rare Old Mountain Dew I turned my face away And dreamed about you They've got cars big as bars They've got rivers of gold But the wind goes right through you It's no place for the old When you first took my hand On a cold Christmas Eve You promised me Broadway was waiting for me You were handsome You were pretty Queen of New York City When the band finished playing They howled out for more Sinatra was swinging All the drunks they were singing We kissed on a corner Then danced through the night The boys of the NYPD choir Were singing "Galway Bay" And the bells were ringing out For Christmas day You're a bum You're a punk You're an old slut on junk Lying there almost dead On a drip in that bed You scumbag, you maggot You cheap lousy faggot Happy Christmas your arse I pray God it's our last The boys of the NYPD choir Still singing "Galway Bay" And the bells were ringing out For Christmas day I could have been someone Well so could anyone You took my dreams from me When I first found you I kept them with me babe I put them with my own Can't make it all alone I've built my dreams around you The boys of the NYPD choir Still singing "Galway Bay" And the bells are ringing out For Christmas day The boys of the NYPD choir Still singing "Galway Bay" And the bells are ringing out For Christmas day

The bullet went into him His skin did part in two Skin that women had touched The bullet passed on through The bullet went into him It went its merry way Like an old grey dog On a fox's trail The bullet went into him His stomach filled with food Many fine meals he tasted there But the bullet passed on through The bullet went into him It went its merry way Like an old grey dog On a fox's trail The bullet went into him Through his heart with thoughts of you Where your kisses he inhaled The lies and the truth The bullet went into him Traveled up into his head Through thoughts of love and hate The living and the dead The bullet went into him It went its merry way Like an old grey dog On a fox's trail

Here is a region of abundant details Here is a region that is seldom used And here is a region that continues living Even when the other sections are removed Put your hand out of your pocket Wipe the sweat off of your brow Now it feels like a bad connection No more information now As it passes through your neurons Like a whisper in the dark Raise your eyes to one who loves you It is safe right where you are Here is an area of great confusion Here is a section that's extremely precise And here is an area that needs attention Here is the connection to the opposite side Here, too many sounds for your brain to comprehend Here the sound gets organised into things that make some sense Here there is something we call elucidation Is it the truth or merely a description? Here Here Here Here

There are no angels left in America anymore They left after the Second World War heading west Stopping briefly in Japan during the 60's Then in Tianamen Square during the last decade They kept heading west to who knows where What are they after? What are they looking for? A messiah who never comes? A virgin birth? A perfect drug? A sign, any kind of sign? Anything that looks slightly out of the ordinary Flying over fields and factories Momma's going off her head Daddy's bringing home the bacon Open up the pearly gates Fruit of salty lubrication Tangled up in arms and legs I can barely touch the bottom Now I'm working up a sweat! I'm ready now I'm ready now I can barely touch my own self How could I touch someone else? I am just an advertisement For a version of myself Like molecules in constant motion Like a million nervous tics I am quivering in anticipation Like the sunlight on their wings I'm ready now (don't look back) I'm ready now (I'm ready for this) I'm ready now The sensuous world - the smell of the sea The sweat off their wings - the fruit from the trees The angel inside - who will meet me tonight On wings of desire - I come back alive I'm ready I'm ready (I put the dogs outside) I'm ready I'm ready (to take that ride) I'm ready now I'm ready now (to take that wine) I'm ready now but where are you?