Brigands & Rogues Song Lyrics
Dust In My Pockets
Take a deep breath; see the beetles and bugs In the long grass; it’s not as green as it was You want all doors to stay open ajar Pull a chair up to peep at the stars
It was such a blast, yeah, a full tank of gas And nothing to stop us clutching the world We hit something back there; I stepped on the brakes I'm sorry things kinda got in the way
Is it all bad, that you hate the routine? Sort of works though; your teeth are so clean Sure I want more; oh yeah, that would be nice But the ground shakes when I roll the dice
I promised you nothing. I stuck to my word Do I have the answer, is that what you heard? I know that I was not seizing the day I'm sorry things kinda got in the way There’s nothing but dust in my pockets today
Giant faces with a wink and a smile Lots of good cheer you can chuck on the pile But the pink one - It won't do you no good It’s only candy, and it swims in bad blood
I’m only dumbstruck how you never look back And I follow just to pick up the slack Where’d the smile go? Did I blacken your dreams? So they died then - well you should’ve screamed
Countdown
The barn is locked and we’re all out of hay I'll ask you again, put the matches away I seen them in the farmhouse window Swinging bottles and drooling wine They got the keys and the hatches are battened And nobody is keeping time
I'll be waiting till you get to the station If you make it through a sea of smoke You better be answering quickly When you hear 'Friend or Foe?!' It's only blood running under a bridge At the end of the rainbow
We’re on the countdown And we ain’t gonna make till we’re drinking the rain We’re on the countdown And you don’t need a ticket on a runaway train.
Bugs and wires sweeping that cot Don't be a stranger, you might get shot That box is singing the same tune The wires in your head are rust When the cable snaps and you plummet down Who do you trust? It’s hard to think with itchy fingers Turns out it ain't much fun But don't forget they come in peace, hand over your gun
There has to be a better way to get through this There has to be a better way…
Sweeping men into the fire Flickering higher every day There has to be a better way
Message To Garcia
A message to Garcia You bite while others bark The bullets from the bad guys Never seem to hit the mark The cancer never gets you And your matches always light No one sees you coming In the murky pitch of night
Pulling no punches, and getting it straight You are the hero, you do what it takes See the survivors, look at them quake You are the hero, you do what it takes
And you chew the grit Stuck between your teeth Major Inconvenience Counts the corpses on the street Burn that little orchard down Before they all go bad Let me put my helmet on I’ll join you when I’m mad
Getting the bad guys, making them pay You are the hero, you do what it takes Oops-a-daisy, you made a mistake But you are the hero, for somebody’s sake
Have you seen the polls today? You’re in great demand You don’t flex an eyebrow When you show your other hand
Soak your feathers in the blood and fly another day Looking through your telescope, there’s something in your way Garrotte the vicious and taking their place You are the hero, you do what it takes Catching the wind, swishing your cape You are the hero you do what it takes
Someday
You said we’re running out of precious time You flung out every little chance I’m not one to crackle and pop, but that’s okay Cause it’ll come back at you someday
Now look, your honey ain’t trickling here They’ll bring it on, but you’re quite safe I think you dropped that, isn’t it yours? Well, hey, I’m sure that you’ll get it back someday It’ll come back someday
Something aches clinging on to dear life now Something bakes when you’re picking a fight
You swear we’ll get ‘em on the next thump Ah here, you’re only gonna pump more in I see those demons busting through You know you gotta let ‘em out someday Get ‘em taken out someday
The bungling giant laughs Stomping flags and bugs in his backyard Digging up all the grass Counting bills and spinning yarns Fi fie fo fum Someone’s blood is someone’s rum
All Around Me
The babysitter’s digits circling me again My skin’s as thin as wafer You flicker promises into my brittle brain But nothing’s down on paper The mother ship is sending out the rays Hunting in the daylight Every picture tickles me into a daze And I’m too young to fight
My ejector seat is banjaxed Every whisper tells me sit back and relax All around me It’s all around me
I rub my eyes against the glass Swimming in the glow And it all goes away Nothing is hard. Everything’s a flow You make me feel like I could fly away right now But I flap my arms Nothing happens I’m still on the ground. My bones are clanking and there’s chewing gum on my foot But you smile so much, I don’t make a fuss And my wires turn to wood
You never wanted me on lemonade There’s no pennies in that fountain Trickle soft drugs into my tiny veins And nobody is counting The hero’s breathing smoke I could be like him Swinging on the cable Let me bobble on your magic waves again Back into my cradle You never said you were a working girl I bet I’ll pay you when my piggy bank is full All around me
Just Entertainment
It’s just entertainment Another believer is peddling news And the concrete drips on my shoes Watching the wavering cling to balloons I’m marooned and stumbling in a cocoon chained to a room
It’s just entertainment So Bobby and Billy are running again I have to cheer; it’s chipped to my brain I’m only a fool if I don’t make a choice in a tube With no one to tell me the truth Chained to a moon Here in the shade, watching the light beams Stuck in a cage, licking the ice cream
Whatcha doing there? Crumpled up in the corner Are you watching that? Do you wanna pick a number?
It’s just entertainment; rattle the cage Spilling the inklings all over the page The fingers are prodding and poking your brain I saw a dreamer rage as the raptor waged Leaving him broken and maimed Chained to a moon There in the shade, watching the light beams Off in a daze, licking the ice cream
I’m confused I must have dropped off and snoozed Did the hero save the day? I salute you, yes I’m scared to lose So I shake off the clues
Up In Smoke
The pilot’s glass is empty And he’s up high Making plans and coffee Adjusting ties He keeps his hand steady He spits on the ground Get outta Dodge, buddy Or you’re goin down
Bundle your rifle, Doughboy We’re going to town We’re gonna be walking the dark side Look at the moon Now look in my eye What’ll you do for me? What’ll you do for the free?
The single question dangles over the bones Tell ‘em they’re all getting fired And stay in their homes Our love is tough to chew on But it’s for their own good If they don’t believe we’re noble Tell ‘em again – go on, tell ‘em again What do you do when your dreams are going up in smoke?
Straw and sticks are dropping outta the sky Gets in your nose and throat, Makes it hard to cry. Frying pans and fires Surround the town No room at the inn, sorry Hey, settle down
You best be moving along now You’re past the curfew Try the crust of the city Hey, settle down What do you do when your dreams are going up in smoke?
Shudderproof
She’s gonna be in the brotherhood tonight Lives across the road, so she’s alright Never seen such a mean one, There’s the proof She can watch ‘em bleed, and play it cool
No way around it, with your face against the roof No way around it, you better be shudderproof Or you’re goin’ down
She’s gonna be the party girl tonight The last one who tried was just a parasite A whimpering puppy with a splinter in its paw But this one’s different She never moves her jaw
Plug your tears and get it together Ripping that fear right outta your bones You never do what you’re told You do what you have to Dodging the kicks and the sticks and stones
She spits her gum out as he passes by He takes one look, and he lets it slide Cause he wants to get home and see his little girl She’s not gonna be in just anyone’s world
Are you gonna be in the gang tonight? You gonna play along or stay outside? Pull yourself together, it’ll be alright
You’re never gonna need any more advice No one’s gonna tell you how to run your life You’re gonna beat this town and stay alive
Gingerbread Man
The mission’s accomplished They’re locking the town down Oh no - Will it come my way? They're knocking on my phone "We’re comin’ to getcha!" I’m not gonna be here under your thumb
Asleep in the corner; someone should warn her Wake up - Freedom marches on Get out of the house now and give it your best shot You're not gonna get far chewing that gum
Try not to be there when they’re breaking it down You better pack your bags and go There’s a fox in the river His teeth are sharp He says, “You can bounce along my back You can depend on my support I’ll protect you from the pack if you get on board”
Thanks a bunch, but you’re not gonna crunch me You’re not gonna lunch me You’re not gonna catch me I am the gingerbread man And I’m running as fast as I can
They’re in with the neighbors, to turn ‘em against you Oh yeah, go and chalk up a score Maybe hire the A-team - if you can find them You’re not gonna get far, but give it your best shot
No, not the red one Come on now - any but that one You’re pushing the stakes up Who’s gonna be the one picking the crumbs up? I gotta get away, dodging sticks of fire They drop down every day
You’re not gonna see me, you're not gonna feel me You’re not gonna catch me, I am the gingerbread man You’re not gonna snatch me, I am the gingerbread man You’re not gonna find me, I am the gingerbread man And I’m running as fast as I can
Kicking Crutches
The dice are loaded with all the good stuff Get the hounds out, and send them all up there Where you drop butter with a glow Liberate me, cause I’m just too slow
Are you still there? Don’t you hear us? Is there some buzz to kicking crutches Are you that dumb? Are you dangerous? Something breeds here, Something cancerous
How the cross beckons with the blind fold The price is rising for pints of cold blood You point at monsters Ooh I’m so scared! Watch ‘em all scatter in your wild nightmare
You speak about God like you met him in the pub What’s he like then? Did you get his autograph and a hug?
Yeah you’ve got guts and lots of glory But for them it’s a different story Rocks and queens dropping with a thud While the pawns scatter Trampled under kings & clubs
Blood In The Pond
The serious men are making a frown The leader has spoken We call it the truth I can’t hear a single scream inside the great machine. The birds soar and screech for more It’ll come to your door I’m waving a wand But there’s still blood in the pond.
Watching the cogs grind Well what do you think you’re gonna find When you keep firing into the fog? And the clenched fist shakes while you grin The blood quakes Is this what you planned to a clapping of hands?
I’m waving a wand, I’m making a wish When you finally flutter doves in To show your colours end in white Will they perch on all those skulls? While machines are munching oil And muscles bulging for a fight.
You know what’s best for us, now don’t you? While your catapults are locked My head is slow, I just don’t get this Paper swords and dropping rocks Feel free and smash it again
Better Than You Think
Watching the lights flickering on me And you picked your own - isn't he lovely? He says he'd rather be working a regular day job Straight-faced: it might be the makeup
When you’re down When it all stinks It ain’t better than you You’re better than you think
Is he for real, ‘cause he could be your soul mate He talks about things and stuff that we all hate And all these ideas; he knows how to fix it But show him the money and watch how he licks it
When you’re down and you need a drink It ain’t better than you You’re better than you think
The shutter's flashing The moment is gold, never gets old The picture's splashing inside of your eyes Such a loveable rogue, as he makes you sigh
You point at the pixels, calling her inbred You tell him to dump her, she’s only an airhead Could you clean up your drool? It's hard to get the stains out There must be a pill that can take care of that now
When you’re down Calling up a shrink It ain’t better than you You’re better than you think When you’re down You might wanna blink It ain’t better than you You’re better than you think
All lyrics © Alan Dee Music.