Category: MTW Lyrics & Poems

I felt like asking her where she buried her dead
She was dressed in a black bin liner that suited every word she said
Getting wreaked all night long on her homemade weed, wine and takeaways
Because beggars can’t be choosers on a wintery night in February

My partner in crime had disappeared with her flatmate
She said “come over here and put that guitar away”
Raining cats n dogs outside and stranded in a strange city
She said beggars can’t be choosers on a wintery night in February 

I played her a song or two but she didn’t give a damn
She liked music up tomidnightand after that a man
I told her I was a virgin waiting on the right girl to come my way
She said beggars can’t be choosers on a wintery night in February 

I tried wasting some time paying my respects
She just wanted to get as close as you can get
So I screwed her to the floor and not one bit sorry
Because beggars can’t be choosers on a wintery night in February 

I use to use it to stir my tea
Until that wintery night in February
I met up with inner city Josephine
The body snatcher of Bridgefort Street

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The light is painfully bright
The bedroom is full of draughts
The match just barely works
And when it does, the cigarette

Just makes me cough
The night reflects in the mirror
A wind swept gale of hail and rain
I’d like to crack my head in two

Leave it lying on the window sill
To wash away
Gate half open swings
Against a wall of rock

Voices seep into my consciousness
Saddest I have ever heard
Blades swaying backwards and forwards in my mind
Meaner than cold sunlight

On a clean switchblade
Images of the past project
As my eyelids shut
Underneath the blankets

I cradle my head
My headache moves into the slow lane
As a black iced cloud of depression
Takes over instead

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She woke up in the night
She knew he was standing out there
Looking out the window
Glimpsed his shadow turn and fade away

In awe of her physical virginity
Entranced by the prospect of her innocence
Overanxiously swinging in no man’s land
Screaming inside for acceptance

Lying in bed staring at the ceiling
She won’t come out he won’t come in
Identical opposites with identical fantasies
Scared of the fleeting unknown

Clutching decisions from a fast moving fantasy
Dreams that refuse to be wedded to reality
Mating calls of the primitive growl deep
Inside the caverns of the human memory

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Well she’s a real ballbuster
She’s my Madonna look-alike
She works down the newsagents
Down at the traffic lights

They say those pretty black denier tights
Unravel like a cheap cassette
And I’m spending a fortune
On newspapers and cigarettes

I’m a Northside Boy
And I’m wasting my time
She doesn’t want to know
She said she doesn’t want to go

With Fella’s from the Northside
Fella’s from the Northside
You were born on the wrong side
All you Fella’s from the Northside

Fella’s from the Northside
Fella’s from the Northside
You were born on the wrong side
All you Fella’s from the Northside.

Monday to Friday
She works half eight to five
Blowing bubblegum blow jobs
She knows she’s teasing all the boy’s
They wanna be the chosen one

Just for one night
Inner City tom cats
Like flies around light

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You look at me I look at you
You look at me so distantly
I want you to break through this fear
I want you to prove our empathy

I’ve been waiting so long I need to know
Can two hearts beat as one?
I’m lost in no man’s land
It hurts when you misunderstand

Do you want me? To want you
I want you Do you need me?
To need you I need you

When I reach out you turn your pretty head
I say the wrong thing you shoot me dead
Addicted to you woman gone beyond help
Kind of love that can seriously damages your health

Separation attraction on the defensive
Confessing the truth infatuated desperate
Trapped by convention regulations and rules
One day your friendly the next your untouchable

My belief at this point is stronger than anyone’s disbelief
Grabbed by fear flung back into the darkness
If I said I loved you would you beat me over the head with it?
There is a sleeping sea of possibilities if we tap it together

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(Medium shffle  blues G D Em C)

Call it a coincidence
A twist of fate
There she was on Henry Street
Call it what you want
I call it a miracle

I want to thank you for being there
I want to thank you for being you
Only God knows
From the bottom of my heart
I want to thank you, thank you

There she was
The answer to my prayers
Black leather jacket
And that blonde tinted hair
Call it what you will
I call it a miracle

Shivering with emotion
Shaking like a leaf
She takeaway my pain
She dries my tears
Call it what you will
I call it a miracle

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Chorus: E Cm A E  (Recorded version in Key of G capo @ 3^rd fret)

Hit me
Ah hit me
With them old Baby Blues
Sit back and watch my heart
Doing a triple somersault

All for you
Hit me one again
Knock me out for ten
See me falling now
And I falling when
You hit me
You hit me
With them old Baby Blues

Verse: A E (EDA) F#m D

I don’t care
If I’m wasting my time
A woman like you makes it all worthwhile
You’re the one
Sets my soul on fire
Both of us know
Why I’ve got to keep on trying

Sometimes just to see you is enough
Sometimes I would drown on a friendly word
Sometimes it’s just killing me, Oh I
Can’t put my arms around these feeling’s inside

When I’m being crucified by insecurity
This isolation is getting to me
You’ve got what it takes to rescue me
Just let those Baby Blues
Cast their spell on me

By MTW