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Edgar Broughton Band Albums

Edgar Broughton Band.

Thinking of You.
By Edgar Broughton Band.

When I first heard the news
I was thinking of you
And the words that were spoken
Were bent and untrue

It was a seemingly tragic affair at the end
And just when we all were about to pretend
I saw through his eyes as the sentence he spoke
He stood up his tongue was beginning to poke
All the fun from your head to make you feel dead
All the fun from your head to make you feel dead

But when I first heard the news
I was thinking of you
And the words that were spoken
Were bent and untrue

And it came to them slowly I seem to recall
Like the hate came to Hitler and the hope into Saul
They were all walking sidewards as they came through the door
As trivial as a tycoon in a travesty of law
Like natural they come, thine kingdom thine come
Like natural they come, thine kingdom thine come

So when I first heard the news
I was thinking of you
And the words that were spoken
Were bent and untrue

As the lepers were leaving in grey limousines
They were all dealing out their black barrister dreams
But they never once noticed what hung on his heel
Was a sign painted backwards and it said the word REAL
But never you fear there wasn't a tear
No never you fear there wasn't a tear

Bandages.

Speak Down The Wires.
By Edgar Broughton Band.

My love is the wind as I race down the highway,
The sun was as red as the blood of young wisdom,
I'm lost and alone like a lamb in the night,
Why can we only speak down the wires?

The desert was calling me back from the graveyard,
Tears on my windows like rain in my eyes,
I'm loved and afraid to go back to those goodbyes,
Why can we only spead down the wires?

The Whale.
By Edgar Broughton Band.

I CLOSE MY EYES - BLACK LIGHT.

I'm reaching out for anyone,
Far across a void,
Somewhere in the parish,
A beggar, on a pile,
Drops his sour bottle
And it cracks into a smile.

Look at the man,
Ain't it sad,
I'll give you bread
If you give up your land,
Look at the whale
Ain't he beautiful,
I think I'm gonna cry!

I guess that that's alright
If the kids don't mind.

Look at the indian,
Ain't it bad,
I'll give you beads
If you give up your land.
Look at the whale,
Watch him go.
Do you think he knows?
Ain't it beautiful?
I think I'm gonna cry!

I guess that that's alright
If the kids don't mind
And the folks get high.

Frühling Flowers (For Claudia).
By Edgar Broughton Band.

Well I saw you where we had come
To share and closed our bodies into one,
Woman-mother,
Cannon-fodder
Are the stars of a sky long-gone.

There's a jovial band of army girls,
Singing out on the street,
A child of ours is done to dust,
As often as bodies meet,
How often our bodies' meet.

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