Vintage Violence

Cleo, cleo, won't you come around and play girl
Cleo, cleo, won't you come around and stay girl

You can find the lines to say, if you try
Someone else has just confessed
To drinking up all your wine.

Cleo, cleo, there's a way for you to find out
How you should say, what you think is the way out
Will you, won't you, will you see me through
Maybe you could help me find a thing or two about you.

Cleo, cleo, now's the time for you to tell me
If you, want to, you can leave it up to me girl
After you have told me what you wanna do
I could tell you, that i loved you, if i thought that it would be true.

Cleo, cleo, oh cleo i want you, me oh my.
Oh cleo i want you, me oh my.

Words and music: garland jeffreys

Board boy, board boy, rolling down the road board boy, board boy, what have you been told

Do you wear your jeans of blue?
Oh that way is paved with gold
Board boy, board boy what have you been sold

Yes boy, no boy, you don't have to use your head
It's alright boy, you can use your feet instead

You don't have to worry about the french emissary
You don't have to dread
Board boy, board boy, just listen to what i have said

You can ask my poor old fairweather friend
If the hills are hard to find
If the misty mountain tops of may
That'll make us change their minds.

Board boy, board boy, rolling down the road
Board boy, board boy, what have you been told.

You can smell the means by which your secret signs do unfold
Board boy, board boy, rolling down the road.

The manager is waiting to be paid
Along with priests and deacons of his court
A quartermaster, quite a man, a mistress of the line
Has found a last cent avenue of pain

A mardi gras just passed this way a while ago
Making hungry people of us all
Along the mississippi you can hear the fiddlers play
Fandangos and boleros to the lord

Many times, many tried,
Simple stories are the best
Keep in mind, the wishful kind,
Don't wanna be like all the rest.

My uncle was a vicar in the big parade
Selling fountain pens that never write
San sebastian gamblers never cheat nor lie
They know good fences make good neighbours

I wish i knew what time of year it was what kind of people will be there when gruesome tales of two cities ran running all the way father might have heard his prayers were answered inhibitions a
E way from home consider now, consider then before the deed is done the blood of consolation runs so true many times, many tried, simple stories are the best keep in mind, the wishful kind, don'
Na be like all the rest.

Hooked up on a fishing line,
Looking for the break of day
I've never been here before anyway
Its the line in my feet that's to blame.

Settled down in the mud
Giving everybody blood
It's just not such a beautiful thing to do.

Left the castle in spain
In an ambulance all the way
Could it be that the clock's really stopped?

Hello, there.
Everbody, when's the next train out of here?
I'm sorry, but i'm much too young for this
I'll come back again next year.

He came to lend a helping hand
To the miller and the butcher's men
Someone took the tuba for a pony ride
And the music sounded so much better.

Taking turns having fun
When there's not enough sun
It was midnight when the chorus came
Then the piano collapsed in a heap on the grass
And they blamed it on a rock 'n roll song

Hello, there.
Everbody, when's the next train out of here?
I'm sorry but i'm much too young for this
I'll come back again next year.
Yes i'll come back again next year.

It was seven o'clock in the morning
Too late to handle the day
At home it was only two thirty
The skin on my wrists turning grey

Stood up, wished us good luck
He changed his attitudes twice
The box in the corner shivered in fear
He was tired and hungry for days.

The next year she bought a new stomach
From liverpool made in detroit
Constantly passing old matches
Some sentries and millionaires

Who did? gallagher did
The same old thing every time
Gave up, more empty cups
They were tired and hungry for nights.

It made life a littl e easier
To have holland on the run
It didn't take that long to forget her
My old man and his gun

Rushed out, lions about
Wasting away on advice
A hundred and three, 400 or more
It'll haunt you for the rest of your life

Holding on, with both eyes, to things that don't exist
Peering through the cutting wrist, at grand old mother greedy
Rolling out the cotton ship, upon the carpet pillow
Throttling children callously, a messy day with clancy

Gideon lied and gideon died
The force of china felt
Gideon smiled as gideon died
The thought of china held.

Rolling out the golden robes and other foreign language
Stretching out the verbs and nouns together in the greeting
Some that felt the blade often, some deep confused emotion
Struck eye first against the wall of china under fire.

Gideon lied and gideon died
The force of china felt
Gideon smiled as gideon died
The thought of china held.