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Billy Liar – EP

Released September 2004

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  1. Billy Liar

    Billy Liar

    Billy Liar’s got his hands in his pockets
    Staring over at the neighbor’s, knickers down
    He’s got his knickers down

    So the summer is eternity for you?
    Sleeping in until your father’s shaking you down
    He’s shaking you down

    And the mail room shift gets a real short shrift
    As you dole out the packages, no-one seems to want you around
    All skulking around

    Let your legs loll on the lino
    Till your sinews spoil
    Will you stay here, for awhile, dear
    Till the radio plays something familiar?
    Plays something familiar

    All a-drifting, he’s a no good boy-o
    Sent a-fishing for a whalebone corset frame
    His only catch all day

    So he sits and lets the current take him
    A gentle breeze will leave his pants in disarray
    And at his ankles laid

    As he drifts to sleep with a moan and a weep
    He is decked by a Japanese geisha with a garland of pearls
    How she twists and twirls!

    Let your legs loll on the lino
    Till your sinews spoil
    Will you stay here, for awhile, dear
    Till the radio plays something familiar?
    Plays something familiar
    Plays something familiar
    Plays something familiar

  2. Los Angeles, I’m Yours

    Los Angeles, I’m Yours

    There is a city by the sea
    A gentle company
    I don’t suppose you want to
    And as it tells its sorry tale
    In harrowing detail
    Its hollowness will haunt you

    Its streets and boulevards
    Orphans and oligarchs are here
    A plaintive melody
    Truncated symphony
    An ocean’s garbled vomit on the shore
    Los Angeles, I’m yours

    O ladies pleasant and demure
    Sallow-cheeked and sure
    I can see your undies
    And all the boys you drag about
    An empty fallow fount
    From Saturdays to Mondays

    You hill and valley crowd
    Hanging your trousers down at heel
    This is the realest thing
    As ancient choirs sing
    A dozen blushing cherubs wheel above
    Los Angeles, my love

    Oh, what a rush of ripe én
    Languor on divans
    Dalliant and dainty
    But oh, the smell of burnt cocaine
    The dolor and decay
    It only makes me cranky

    O great calamity
    Ditch of iniquity and tears
    How I abhor this place
    Its sweet and bitter taste
    Has left me wretched, retching on all fours
    Los Angeles, I’m yours
    Los Angeles, I’m yours
    Los Angeles, I’m yours

  3. Everything I Try to Do, Nothing Seems to Turn Out Right

    Everything I Try to Do, Nothing Seems to Turn Out Right

    The film was a bust, but we stayed ’til the ending
    Hair all a-mussed but your clothes didn’t look so bad
    And back on the street, the rain was descending
    In cold dirty sheets, so under the awning we sat
    And then you hailed yourself a yellow cab

    And I sat for a time by the valets in line
    And I read what you wrote on the card
    Above a cowboy you drew a big talk balloon
    Saying “Try not to take it so hard”
    But there’s this nagging suspicion that won’t leave me alone tonight
    It’s just that everything I try to do, nothing seems to turn out right

    We laid on our backs and stared at the ceiling
    Messed with your slacks, but ended up just holding your hand
    The rain will remain, the TV was telling
    A drip of the drain as your legs lift to brilliantly bend
    And fall to resting on the ottoman

    So we turned off the tube and we crawled to your room
    Leaving discarded clothes in our wake
    And we both had some fun, though I twice bit my tongue
    And it lasted too long for my taste
    And there’s this nagging suspicion that won’t leave me alone tonight
    It’s just that everything I try to do, nothing seems to turn out right

    And there’s this nagging suspicion that won’t leave me alone tonight
    It’s just that everything I try to do, nothing seems to turn out right

    A wink and a wave and you’re off to your family’s
    I sit and watch as the taxi lights distantly fade
    I guess I always thought it’d end this way

  4. Sunshine

    Sunshine

    On the lawn before the bouquet fell
    Long before we heard the ringing bell
    When all I want is a good look at your underside
    Reading trash like it was Judy Blume
    Your paperbacks are strewn about the room
    Awaiting their instructions to be mobilized
    And everybody knows how it shakes and how it glows
    Everybody knows and so it goes
    That everybody wants their shoes in the sunshine now

    Lazy Rayna had a million bucks
    Changed into pennies on a hundred trucks
    Cause linen’s legal tender for a layabout
    Why hold your breath until your face turns blue?
    A stretch of rope you know can do that too
    The truth be told, no one likes a gadabout
    And everybody knows how it shakes and how it glows
    Everybody knows and so it goes
    That everybody wants their shoes in the sunshine now
    Everybody wants their shoes in the sunshine now