You could be the real thing Music's like a vitamin But if you ain't smiling You've gotta change your tune You could be an Eater Living with a Feeder Fed up getting treated Like a dinosaur display I have laid my heart bare Bled til there was nothing there Nobody really cares I'd rather sing about food Gotta run our own race Learn to share the airspace On a long enough time span we'll all disappear without a trace And if it's not fun You're not doing it right The First World ain't always easy Post-modern, post-gender, post-irony But I know what the hell it is I wanna be: Healthy Happy That's all. Cos if it's not fun You're not doing it right.

Well I wish I was Half-Greek like you And I wish I was six foot two And I love my Grandma’s Irish stew And love my Grandpa’s roast I love corned beef and mixed grill but what I really love the most Is those tasty little pastries so soft you don’t need to chew I wish I was, I wish I was Half-Greek like you Well I wish I had some ethnic heritage More than just a mongrel, some exotic lineage Because meat pies come from Ancient Greece And beer comes from Egypt And mateship was a concept way back at The Iliad We’re force-fed an identity Till we start to think it’s true And I wonder what a Half-Greek thinks, Half-Greek like you. Loukoumathes. Bougatsa. Finikia. Spanakopita Kourabiethes. Kataifi. Baklava Galaktoboureko. Koulourakia. I’m gonna ask your Mama To come and start a life somewhere new I’ll pretend that I’m her Half-Greek son, Half-Greek, like you.

Gravity is a harsh mistress And she's causing me some distress Cos I'm falling Down in love with you Thought I'd tasted it before Maybe twice, maybe more But I swore myself off that stuff like a drug But that piercing laugh Those hands that cool my hot head With just one touch Those nerves of steel Those lashes they could peel the toughest skin With one bat And I tip my hat To anyone who takes the chance For one more dance When the band has stopped And there's just tapping shoes on the floor And gravity is a harsh mistress And I'll do my best to Bless This Mess And keep on walking Up those stairs to you To you. The pavement sits with no free will But even still One corner's raised above the rest With devilish possibility Forged in fire Paved by hard and dirty manly hands It's like a magnet, pulling the toe of your high heel You clip the tip Stumble, turn and bite your lip Look around for laughing eyes But your bruised pride Has given joy to someone tonight Tonight Tonight They'll walk up those stairs To someone who cares And they'll talk about the girl who tripped And they'll laugh and say... Gravity is a harsh mistress And she's causing me some distress Cos I'm falling.

Still waters, run deep For starters, or for keeps? What are we gonna fight about? Sit down and let it out right now This feels like something good is happening Free from the chains All that remains Is to just let it flow Let it flow Let it go What are we gonna fight about? Sit down and let it out right now This feels like something good is happening.

Doctor's got his bag full of medicine Maybe some instruments too Lawyer's got a bag full of papers It's bad news, for me and for you Teacher's got a bag full of chalk and pens Builder's got a bag full of tools And I've got a bag full of hope and dreams Well...it ain't much but it's gonna have to do cos It's a long walk, a long walk home A long walk home without my donkey A long walk, a long walk home A long walk home without my donkey If you're feeling kinda down about the sinkholes Feeling kinda down about the war Feeling kinda down about your lover You don't have to worry no more I went to the doctor he said "Son it's time to choose. You can chase either the women The food, or the booze" And I said "Doctor! Doctor! There's only one thing for these blues: Just pass a glass - sit yerself down I got the best damn cure in town: It's White's Number One Tincture." Swedish bitters for your livers Beef tendons for your knees Ginger for most everything A mighty lemony squeeze Lavender, lemongrass and lime Licorice and chamomile tea If you're frisky add whisky Spice it up and let it sit Pretty lady pass the gravy Shuffle up a little bit cos it's White's Number One Tincture It'll fix yer blisters Cheer up yer grumpy sisters It'll cure insanity With perfect calamity Ku Ding King Hell You sing I yell for White's Number One Tincture

Like a maiden Group One winner But she don't have many races in her She's a brood mare In the greenest pasture around I wanna walk down new paths And see through new eyes I wanna swim in your Karamel thighs. Karamel sunset, karamel dreams The sweetest thing I've ever seen And if you listen close You'll know what I mean The mystery is in the space...between...the notes Woke up glued together Under a curtain of your Karamel hair And in time, in time I could live here In this Polaroid snapshot of a love affair And it's Karamel sunset, Karamel dreams The sweetest thing I've ever seen And if you listen close You'll know what I mean The mystery is in the space...between...the notes

Well someone said "boy, why are you always singing bout death and bout broken hearts?" So I made a list about some things I love And it wasn't hard to make a start: Oh Nina, Curious Nina And Lottie Le Roux There aren't words beautiful enough to say I love you For all my days. Well I love new socks and that new t-shirt smell Love saving the best mouthful til last I love spreading condiments thick as I can Love thinking about the past Well I love good words like "nodule" and "douche" Love watching ducks land on the water Love whisky, hot showers and sleeping in After staying up later than I oughta And Nina, Curious Nina And Lottie Le Roux There aren't words beautiful enough to say I love you For all my days. Well I love big hugs and gorging on cheese Love tennis, the Tigers and trinkets Love hotel-made beds, so clean and so tight Love mates who are more than just drinkers And Nina, Curious Nina And Lottie Le Roux There aren't words beautiful enough to say I love you For all my days. Well now my girls, my beautiful girls I love you both more than all these things Love watching you think, love watching you sleep And dancing and laughing and singing Oh Nina, Curious Nina And Lottie Le Roux There aren't words beautiful enough to say I love you How much I love you And I'll love you For all of my days.

I remember when a phone hung on the wall A communication tool And we used it when we needed to Didn't think we could feed off its light. And I remember reading Dutch People are tall Tallest men in the world Not a generalisation but statistical fact Some things are just true. Like how life got in the way, between me and you I remember when you walked across the yard It was hard to look away and it's harder to look away today Cos it wasn't long ago we were on the same page Well it felt like we were, but now it's harder to gauge The Truth Well here it goes: I never wanted your light, just thought we'd burn brighter together. I think a lot about patterns of behaviour How factory settings restore when we're troubled and stressed And I miss you like I miss smoking I wish I was joking And maybe old dogs can learn new tricks Once they're washed and they're dried and you've picked off the ticks But we're Rescue Dogs now and it's not always clear What'll set something off, and you just disappeared (the first time) What a change! What a change in one year And for all the explanations what still isn't clear Is how that flicker of hope can survive through the storms And the floods and the droughts and almost be reborn There are two things that still get me down, down on my knees Your Dutch Cream Potatoes and your Denim Dungarees. I don't know why but I don't see the world in black and white Like, some things are just grey - maybe right for today But things change, and small changes can be the best ones Like riding a bike, it's the little adjustments in steering that keep you moving forwards Those big sweeping turns are the ones that make you fall down. And I'm positive but non-commital in most situations it helps me stay sane and not drown in expectation. Sometimes the best of intentions can lead to the saddest outcomes And I don't work hard but I laugh a lot and the thing about walks on the beach that I love Is how storms will pass, when you're out in the open you can see the blue sky If it's off in the distance at least you can see it And wait just a minute you'll be walking right in it So maybe when people feel isolated it's a matter of getting out into the open To breathe in the sky, to stop asking why and start asking how, to make things better For everyone, anyone, I'll never forget all the good things, the bad things, the in-betweens And your Dutch Cream Potatoes And your Denim Dungarees.

Sitting waiting for my Songbird Just wanna hear that song Sitting waiting for my Songbird I'll wait here all night long. And it goes: Do do do do do doo doooo Sitting Waiting for my Songbird I pick up this rusty guitar And I'll sing to you, my Songbird No matter how far away you are And it goes: Do do do do do doo doooo