Lyrics
Paper Masks
Dreams on which our lives depend
Stubbed out like a ciggy end
How’s a man supposed to sell
On the borders where the axe just fell
Fingers on a smoking gun
Ghost ships in the evening sun
Hope hangs from a chandelier
Bouncing round from tier to tier
On the roads where the howling of the sirens
Ring heavy on the streets like it’s judgement day
Just to brighten up the violence
With Paper masks on
London's shooting bystood souls
You can see right through the bullet holes
Straight into our old mistakes
Where karma wins the sweepstakes
The ballet of the broadway
Is done and dusted anyway
Rivals dress in Savile Row
Love is like an outlaw in the shadow
A man killed another with his knee today
Fake justice, and he dealt it his way
He bought the hammer on down where George lay
The whole world, dripping rain, is bent over backwards, and won't keep you dry again
with paper masks
The whole world can’t see the sun, but we must think straight, because we won’t find our, horizon, with paper masks
Every morning waking rough
Tell myself that that's enough
Every single evening
Sitting staring at the ceiling, sober
Till I just rollover
The whole world, dripping rain, is bent over backwards, won't keep you dry again
with paper masks
The whole world can’t see the sun, but we must think straight, as we won’t find our horizon with paper masks
Written by Drew David Allen (PRS)© DD Allen LTDDouble Up The Devil (Off a Silver Plate)
Throw away the cause of the fading funBurn away the frost of the midnight run Step into the shoes of what you’ve becomeDouble up the devil in the rising sunDouble up the devil in the rising sun
It glides like gold on a silver crateBetter grab it soon as It’s getting late Stick it by the heater, let it radiateAnd double up the devil off a silver plateDouble up the devil off a silver plate Double up the devil off a silver plate
Dust on the feather of the angels backI’m lonely and I’m thinking like a maniacStuck inside a world where my commitments lack I’m on a road to heaven and I can’t turn back I’m on a road to heaven and I can’t turn back
The rocks on the table are promising a floodAnd your worried insecurities are bound by bloodHe’s rolling up a vacuum for his broken dreamsHe’s swinging his emotion between two extremesThe whispers of his sins know what’s bestNow his proud and beating heart is trying to bust out through his chest
A little line you’ll see the sunA bump, a kiss, will get the job doneBut the walls start to crumble as the cracks start to showIf you wanna live and love there’s something you should know
That there’s rust on the rails of the winding road I huffed and I puffed, I busted I blowed Tell another tale, you ain’t in listening mode Double up the devil, cos It’s what your owed
Written by Drew David Allen (PRS)© DD Allen LTDI See You In The Dark
Between the ocean and the CityIs our hometownShe buys a dress it looks so prettyShe looks around He sees the dust in the sunrays Of his sorrowHe’s pirouetting through the subways Of tomorrow
It’s a world like no other for the brother that stands by your sideBut it’s one for the money and two for the waves that we ride
You left too soonYou’ll be back someday I see in the dark and you're coming my way
I don’t know where to lookI don’t know what to say I see you in the dark and you're coming my way
I hear the echoes on the back streetsIt’s all about wealth Where all the wasted fill the back seats Of life itself
What I’d to do have her back again Just to kiss herMy love she can’t see through the rainAnd I miss her
It’s a world like no other for the brother that stands by your sideBut it’s one for the money and two for the waves that we ride
You left too soonYou’ll be back someday I see in the dark and you're coming my way
I don’t know where to lookI don’t know what to say I see you in the dark and you're coming my way
Forty licks shirtTracks in the dirtMorning cold wind whistling He flips a coin to figure what he isWhile she dances on the ragged edgesJust to feel something
You left too soonYou’ll be back someday I see in the dark and you're coming my way
I don’t know where to lookI don’t know what to say I see you in the dark and you're coming my way
Written by Drew David Allen © DD Allen LTDSeattle Lights
It’s a low tide, it’s cold outsideAs beautiful as love on the upside Midnight comes, the time just runsAnd hits me with the light of a thousand suns My suspect grin, audacious skin Won’t even tell you half the places that I beenAin’t about the fame, ain’t about the money
Baby’s gone down, to a west end discoWants to come around, not for my shadow Asks me to come down from my harboured heights Into the Seattle lights
The warm, fine, Italian wine Is toasted round like a wounded wind chime The glasses ring, the angels singMarionette dances on a piece of string She tastes so sweet, so completeBe careful where you walk around in bare feet
Off her back like that, it turns out she’s the harmony queen
I wanna come down, honey I miss youI wanna come around, that ain’t the issue Wanna throw the traces of those cold nights Into the Seattle lights
I’m dead at the seams, can’t hold it together I’ll carry your dreams, all through the nasty weatherAway from the faces of my insightsInto the Seattle lights
I see the girls and their fellas neath the silver moonThey’re all skating at the river by the big balloon You lean close and keep telling me you won’t then you do
Maybe I’ll go, and see out the distance Maybe I won’t, find any differenceI just gotta run from these dog fightsInto the Seattle lights
There ain’t no romance in this whatsoever While I try to slow dance for worse or for betterIf I could have thrown all the wrongs and rights Into the Seattle lights
Written by Drew David Allen © DD Allen LTDJust a Little More
I guess I’m at it again, all down Hit another fork in the roadWhere the twists and bends, of this old townGive me just about all that I’m owed My broken heart, I’m sure Is trying it’s best to understandAs it digs its claws, into much moreThan just a little one night stand
We met out in a bar on the edge of townThe spirit of the sound spins me right roundStranded fairly close so not too far above Of a crazy little thing that they call loveWe gave into our patience as it wore too thinHailed a cab and Julie jumped right inCame here way too soon back to the place I live And I need a little more just a little more
On the streets tonight, the song’s all call your nameAnd I pray and I hope that it’s just a little wind and rain My suspicious fate is banging on the door And I need you right now, just little moreJust a little longer to myself
Oh I, messed up, I went and let you lead the wayWhen I really should, have called up And mentioned White was turning Grey While I sit and wait, I debate,The things I wish were set in stone When I really should, have thought straightTurned and headed straight back home
But we went and had a spin on a merry goTried our very best to try and take things slow You asked me how you looked with your princess grin While I stood there thinking girl, you look just stunning We walked we drove we went on a ferry ride Laughed and joked so hard we nearly died Sat up on the harbour by the glistening shore And I need a little more just a little more
On the streets tonight, the song’s all call your nameAnd I pray and I hope that it’s just a little wind and rain My suspicious fate is banging on the door And I need you right now, just little moreJust a little longer to myself
Just a little more, just a little more (repeat)
Written by Drew David Allen © DD Allen LTDBad Love
Smithy leaves from 6 til 7 She irons out the creases of this so-called heavenWhile sweeping up the pieces of those dreams in DevonWhose side you on
Every time we touch the hairs they jump from my neck Every time I see you, I’m a nervous wreck These days I just get colder, keeping things in checkThe time has come
I’m rolling with the seasons but I’m getting kinda stuckRunning out of reasons while I feel thunderstruckI feel like a junkie, I’m all tied up Put it down to bad love Bad love
This ain’t some nostalgic fix Trying to rid this heavy old world of its tricksWhen he hears she’s staying at friends in the sticksOn a Friday night
To pursue your own happiness, It sure takes courage Solid foundations from the base to the ridge Remember those good old days on Crawford Bridge In the raw moonlight
Stuck in Southern Ireland in the Clonakilty mist 450 miles from the first place we kissed Hiding in the shadow of society’s fistPut it down to bad love
Seems like we’ve both been caught up in the perfect storm The rain is cold but dance, we’ll soon get warm Every story ends, every rose has its thorn, Put it down to bad love.
I don’t wanna spend my hollow days Twisted around the branches of our heart sunken ways Throw away the ashes of our soft drunken phase Where my regret betrays
I’m rolling with the seasons, but I’m starting to get stuck I’m running out reasons, while I feel ThunderstruckI feel like a junkie, I’m all tied upPut it down to bad love
35 years, and been in Love from the start Smithy ain’t a bad man, they’ve just grown apart While somebody needs her with every ounce of his heart Put it down to bad love
Written by Drew David Allen © DD Allen LTDNever Felt So Far From You
Tough times now the ocean overpowers The silk sails that carried you, on soft delicate flowers Remember you’d just sit and talk for hours In a hammock of pure might, of such delight
Your eyes I see straight through Honey I’ve never felt so far from you
So sad how you're so sure that I’ll leave Don’t tell me I’ll leave you, you ain’t getting rid of meLife’s always got something up its sleeveIt took me to get painted by a poetGirl, you’ve got it all you just don’t know it
Your eyes I see straight through Honey I’ve never felt so far from you
What’s up that’s so badMy sweet I’ve never seen someone so sadI got no clueBut honey I’ve, never felt so far from you
Your eyes I see straight through Honey I’ve never felt so far from you
What’s up that’s so badMy sweet I’ve never seen someone so sadI got no clue
But honey I’ve, never felt so far from you
Written by Drew David Allen © DD Allen LTDRebecca's Curse
I’m sorry that you’ve been through that you’ve been throughOnce again another lover’s bitten more than he can chewAs a natural consequence, you’re scared to say things trueThat same thing makes you as corrupt as you are blue
There’s something in the fold of the wind that follows you aroundAs it howls behind you whispering you’ll never be found
I hope you’ve unwound
For those stood faithless, love burns like a cigarette And won’t ever come back, cos’ you’re sick of being upsetWhen you learn you’re needed, perhaps you’ll soon forgetYour gene fed pleasure, in saying things you’ll soon regret
There’s something in the fold of the wind that follows you aroundAs it howls behind you whispering you’ll never be found
For now you’re losing and your past will just pursue Until that rainbow comes and blinds your tainted view
[Alternate Verse]You only wished for a little beauty and good healthBut you’ve no principles like pure beauty itself
There’s something in the fold of the wind that follows you aroundAs it howls behind you whispering you’ll never be found
Feel free to call me and tell me I spoke trueWhen you stop running and something special comes of you
I hope you’ve unwound
Written by Drew David Allen © DD Allen LTDJust Like The Old Days
Along came young Jerry, in his ride he loved mostHe rode town to town, he rode coast to coastThe last thing I heard he’d rode straight back to hellAs if one day the curtain literally just fell
Cole hears his woman ain’t being sincereThese things don’t take long to get far round hereHe hares down the dueley, one lane to anotherIn an old beaten hatchback belonged his mother
Slade ventures down to his local blue bookiesHe scans through his tickets like an old jar of cookies He’s forgot about Toronto, and the Highland SpringsHe sings “here I have all the best things”
Excuse me, while I think of the phraseThe old man’s so stuck in his waysJust Like The Old Days
Me I went drivin’, through the unguarded docksTo a small fishing pier close to Old Harry Rocks No one to try beat me down as I riseNo one to pull the wool over my eyes
Imagine if opinion, blew its own coverIt’d all be the same sound, the same shape and colourEverything sincere, yet sincerely vein In a world where we all shared the same name
Amuse me, with your sorry cliches Fire up that honey green haze Just like the old days
Baby use me, if one wants then one staysLive life like life’s just a phase Just like the old days
Written by Drew David Allen
© DD Allen LTDShow Me a Little Mercy
The painter paints a million saints, they excel in their new design
He, in turn, has his own concern how many tares to sew this time
Shallowness pastes its bitter tastes down every avenue but mine
Where the cold winter still spreads it’s sin and the darkness paints the mood I’m in
[Chorus]
Baby show me a little mercy
It really ain’t like me to get mixed up
Spilling my senses through a broken cup
But it ain’t easy when you're on your own
Oxford man has only ever ran but he needs something new to chase
A plan in place just in case he forgets to tie his own shoelace
A cult reborn sticks it’s thorn into the tendering side of grace
Whichever way the wind blows, whichever way the river flows
[Repeat Chorus]
The blinds are drawn but when the light shines through
Forget me I shall have forgotten you
It never felt right but that’s fine because
Cos’ nothing interesting ever does
Walking around this coastal town and I don’t know the time or day
Wouldn’t you know it a puppet dressed as a poet knows the only way
Keeps on going never thinks of slowing as long as there's a message to convey
Speaking honestly as sweet or bitter as the fruit may be
I’m the one to blame you see, I met an angel and plunged recklessly
Show a little mercy to me
Baby show me a little mercy
It really ain’t like me to get mixed up
Spilling my senses through a broken cup
But it ain’t easy on your own
The blinds are drawn but when the light shines through
Forget me I shall have forgotten you
It never felt right but that’s fine because
Cos’ nothing interesting ever does
Written by Drew David Allen © DD Allen LTDHolborn Avenue
Does the rain still pour off the overflow
Does it still feel nice like everything sounds inches from your skin
Does it still slam onto the patio
Do the early birds still wake you i wanna know
Summers snowing, i feel like i’m going round and round
Wind keeps blowing, back the rope I’m throwing and I’ve have found
That I’m showing, steady signs I’m tired of not knowing
If i’m dead or if i’m going someplace new
Away from Holborn Avenue
Do the dogs still sit by the window
Where instead of leaning out it’s freezing and I’m outside leaning in
Does it make sense to you now you glow
Does it make sense why the hell I let you go
The world is weighing, too much for this old rusted chain where
It was once swaying between dreams but now I couldn’t care
I’m just laying between the emotions I’m displaying
Between all the things i’m saying while i feel so blue
Away from Holborn avenue
Following you out in a desert storm
Following you to a place that’s safe and warm
Following you over these cliffs I drew
To a place where blinded love has the better view
Summers snowing i feel like i’m going round and round
The wind keeps blowing back the rope I’m throwing and I’ve have found
That I’m showing steady signs I’m tired of not knowing
If I’m dead or if I’m going someplace new
away from Holborn Avenue
(repeat “away from Holborn Avenue”)
Written by Drew David Allen © DD Allen LTD