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PLACEHOLDER PLACEHOLDER
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Words & Music : Name Words & Music : Name
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BELFAST CENTRAL BEYOND THE BACKYARD
Belfast Central, waiting for a train.
It seems to me things have come full circle and I won't be here again.
Getting back to working on my own.
This could be my finest moment or I could come undone.
I used to be wary of loving and I thought it would just tie me down.
I'd sleep in your house with my boots on, always ready to run.

Thinking back to all I used to be.
You;ve been wilder all your life and you were surely shocking me.
Dancing past me in a black lacy shirt.
My heart pinged like a lamb in spring and you laughed at my innocence.
You knew I was wary of loving, how I thought it would just tie me down.
How I'd sleep in your house with my boots on, always ready to run.

Gin and tonic, endless cups of tea,
Counting Crows and dark welsh sunsets,
I'd gaze while you held the steering wheel.
Some thoughts I'd tell you, some you'd have to guess.
Your arms round us while we prayed in silence,
The sweetness of your breath.

Are you here at this point in my struggle when I am clinging to all that I know.
And this is one time, one place, one meeting.
We are loving, we are letting go.
And I am no longer wary of loving and I know that it won't tie me down.
And I don't have to sleep with my boots on though I am always ready to run.

Belfast Central, waiting for a train.
It seems to me things have come full circle and I won't be here again. 		She loves to write in ways that no-one understands
That's pure smartness on her part
She tells it how it really is
And not just the way she sees it
And it's only when she's caught off guard she'll cry
And it's only on the telephone when you can't see her eyes
The inheritance encrusting her skin is pilling her down
I'd jump in to save her but I'm only just learning to swim myself.

Steal away, steal away to America,
Steal all you can from the unsuspecting.
Lay down to rest all your ghosts in America,
Take up the new true blue you.

She is calm and always in possession,
She stalks her prey with lavish strides
She'll wander far beyond her daddy's backyard,
It's a sleepy playing place where they bury the self-satisfied while they're still alive.
And it's where she used to fancy the Catholic boys on the bus
But it's hard to slip past the priests and disregard years of them and us
In the corridor she hangs on the wall demanding her space,
Face crushed with a paintbrush in a too small screen
But isn't that the way it's always been

Steal away, steal away to America,
Steal all you can from the unsuspecting.
Lay down to rest all your ghosts in America,
Take up the new true blue you.

She scorches up and down the sidewalks
With bladed feet and black leather limbs
She'll dig the graves and shovel up the starving
She's still clawing after clues
Then she'll find a way to fight it
And I'll see her on the news
And it's only when she's caught off guard she'll cry
And it's only on the telephone when you can't see her eyes

Steal away, steal away to America,
Steal all you can from the unsuspecting.
Lay down to rest all your ghosts in America,
Take up the new true blue you.
Words & Music : Juliet Turner Words & Music : Juliet Turner
BURN THE BLACK SUIT BUSINESS AS USUAL
I found out how to keep you keen, I read it in a magazine.
One of those expensive ones, so it must be true, it must be true.
Seems large amounts of alcohol is all it takes to make you fall.
If I stroke your ego through the night, it'll be all right, it'll be all right.

If this is desire, expect nothing new.
But if this is love, burn your black suit.

I worry now I'm close to you, for your face is grey, your lips are blue.
And you spend your days in no man's land, make me take my pleaseure where I can.
You trail behind me like a broken kite but it's far too late to put things right.
And I find that looking back at you gives a better view, a better view.

Call yourself a dark angel born to make it good.
A dark angel from the heavens to the dole queue.
If this is desire we're expecting nothing new.
But when this is finally love we can burn our black suit.
I wish that I had brought you joy, it's hurting me to see you cry,
But I don't feel enough for you to see it through, to see it through.

If this is desire, expect nothing new,
But if this is love - burn your black suit. 		Speed up. Give yourself to panic.
Can’t keep up with you when you run across the fields.
Seems like maybe I could bear a little of the burden.
I could be a foothold in the rock face of your fear.
I’m standing next to Lady Liberty.
She brings an unexpected tear.
A little water in the eye, always good to have a cry.
Take some time to wonder why, then business as usual.
Slow down. Walk out on the desert sand.
I’ll forget you not when we kiss beneath the stars.
I will wait with you to see the marble bones of David.
Every waking moment brings a pleasure of its’ own.
Touch me. Smile at me.
Remind me who I am.
Remind me that this little life
Is one we make together.
Words & Music : Juliet Turner Words & Music : Juliet Turner
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CALL ME GREEN PLACEHOLDER
You make me think of dark December with all your secrets in the ground
You own extensive tracts of property, I think that shouldn't be allowed.
And I can sense your inhibitions - I make you cringe on the dance floor.

Foreign films on rainy evenings, your front hallway stacked with art.
Sunday papers, light conversation, I see you live a life apart.
Though I've been slow to get the message, I don't regret the way we spent the hours.

Oh would you dance close to me? Over here it doesn't mean a thing.
Oh, my mouth is open, so it is, at all the places that you've been,
All the movies that you've seen, all the famous people that you know.
Call me green.

I'd make you think of early springtime, I'd melt your winter with my charms.
I'd read the papers, know my politics, I'd even learn to park the car.
Might take a crash course in the Beatles but there's love and then there's trying too hard.

Oh, would you dance close to me? And oh how we squirm at fate,
Maybe you were born too early or I was born too late. 		PLACEHOLDER
Words : Juliet Turner
Music : Juliet Turner / Stephen Jones / Gerard Kiely		 Words & Music : Name
D Lyrics
DR. FELL PLACEHOLDER
I do not like thee Dr. Fell,
You made me fall in love with you.
I do not like thee Dr. Fell,
And I was just as happy being on my own.

Here's me thinking of all the things I could have been
And don't you laugh cos I, oh I could have been the Bandit Queen.
I could have given the world two weeks of passion up on that silver screen,
You took my gun, you stopped my fun
And I surrendered, oh I surrendered to Dr. Fell.

I got your ring upon my finger, your bells on my toes,
And I got everything that every woman longs for, I suppose.
But I feel like you are threading a silver chain right through my nose,
Ah Dr. Fell, you better loose your hold on me.

I do not like thee Dr. Fell

I won't be leaving you cos that is not the way I do things,
Can't get worse, might get better, has always been my way of thinking
But you have trapped me on a boat that's filling up and swiftly sinking,
Dr. Fell, you better loose your hold on me.

There'll be no more crying over you.
You'll be coming home when I tell you to
And it won't be long until you see
That Dr. Fell, you have lost your hold on me. 		PLACEHOLDER
Words & Music : Juliet Turner Words & Music : Name
E Lyrics
EDWARD ELVIS IS IN THE BUILDING
Edward is my confessor, I tell him all my sins
He knows too much about me now, I'm gonna get rid of him
Edward is my conscience, I hear him loud and clear
He's got a Northern Irish accent, gets louder when I'm drinking too much beer

And he always says the same things, reminds me of the land
Illuminates the carvings in my father's tattered hands
But I can't replace the missing son, or keep you safe inside my head
Cos the angel got twisted on the guilt she had tasted.

Edward has a left brain, he'd like to see me settle down
He wants to marry me and move in with his mother
But only 'til we've saved for something better
Edward is mistrustful of the traveller, a fortnight in Portrush would do him fine
He'd schedule sex for fifteen minutes after dinner
And say that I'd look nice if I were thinner

And he always says the same things, reminds me of the land
Illuminates the carvings in my father's tattered hands
But I can't replace the missing son, or keep you safe inside my head
Cos the angel got twisted on the guilt she had tasted.

And he won't sit down to talk as there's a Fenian in his seat
But when his Catholic friend got killed his heart went missing
Love can be a rope that you can use to hang yourself
Or it can hold you tight and stop you slipping
And the angels got twisted on the guilt they had tasted. 		Too lonely to live with yourself,
Called in a favour from some friends.
Spent Hallow’een in New Orleans,
In the haunted rains of Jackson Square,
You saw him there.
How does it feel to have him be your guide?
A voice from beyond
Or a thorn in your side?
Dead men tell no lies, dead men tell no tales.
Dead men understand how easy it is to leave the rails.
Yeah and if you feel he’s looking out for you,
well it might just tip the scales.
Believe it if you believe it.
You were flat on your back, it was a voodoo visitation.
All the gods of the age, one by one.
In the space of a breath lies a lot of hesitation.
But you can’t undo what has been done,
So you deal with it.
You know he couldn’t take care of himself when he was alive.
How does he think he can help you survive?
Elvis, I know you haven’t left the building.
Elvis, I can hear you in the hall.
Elvis, I know you haven’t left the building,
Can you get us any further than these four walls?
Words & Music : Juliet Turner Words & Music : Turner / Grace / Boylan
EVERYTHING BEAUTIFUL IS BURNING PLACEHOLDER
Three o’clock crazy, the old world has died.
I watched you rise from the ashes, pale but dignified.
I know for a while it felt like everything beautiful was burning.
The tightness of years fell from your face.
Words that were clumsy cut to the chase.
I know for a while it felt like everything beautiful was burning.
It was a close call by anyone’s standards – a free fall into the dark
Waiting for the first sight of the sunlight baby.
Don’t turn your face away
from the first sight of the sunlight.
All the signs say it’s here to stay.
Your sorrow was secret under the ground.
It rose up and bit you trying to get out.
I know for a while it felt like everyone close to you was leaving.
You jumped all the red lights, thought up a wild design.
Swore like a trooper, shone like a Rubenstein.
I know for a while it felt like everyone close to you was leaving.
All your ghosts, all your ghosts
Lift their glasses and drink a silent toast
To your recovery.		 PLACEHOLDER
Words & Music : Turner / Terefe Words & Music : Name
F Lyrics
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Words & Music : Name Words & Music : Name
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GLORY TO THE GROUND THE GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH
Sweetheart you dream in the hazy lazy light,
That they all know who you are
Celebrating her anticipation of all she hopes you're gonna be.
She knows and you know, you will go far.

She carries your name like a light in the dark
As she cries out for someone to run to.
You are the prayer and the prayed to somewhere
In her tender, tender hear.

When you step down from the glory to the ground,
You leave her illusions behind you.
Love fades from kiss to kiss
When you hang your passion on a star
In all the things you might have been,
She'll never see who you are.

Your name has a life that runs before you,
To search out the time you were born for.
But your song is a storm, she will bend and be torn,
It's a wind that leaves her crying on the sand.

She carries your name like a light in the dark
As she cries out for someone to run to.
You are the prayer and the prayed to somewhere
In her tender, tender hear.

Love fades from kiss to kiss
When you hang your passion on a star
In all the things you might have been,
She'll never see who you are. 		I’ve been watching you for a while.
I’ve been keeping you at a distance.
I’ve been watching you for a while,
Wanna know whats goin’ on beneath the surface.
You’re the greatest show on earth baby
You’re low lights and confusion.
You’re smoke and mirrors baby,
You’re a Master of Illusion.
I don’t need you to waste my time –
I know what I been looking for.
I need a man who’s gonna stick around,
Not somebody who will leave me through a trap door.
Everybody’s got a chance to make it right for themselves.
Everybody’s got a chance to make it through.
Maybe this time we can show a little faith,
Maybe this time we can be true.
You’ve been told that silence is golden,
Could you communicate by blinking?
Your moods are blowing hot and cold
And I am tired of trying to figure out your thinking.
You’re a danger to my peace of mind,
But I think I have you beaten.
After dark I’ll meet you there,
Think I want you but I gotta know for certain.
Words & Music : Juliet Turner Words & Music : Juliet Turner
GREEDY MOUTH PLACEHOLDER
He's warm in purple and soft anointed oils
He drifts in silence to some dark and secret place
Where he will forget your face
You pull him back again
And his beauty makes you cry
No back-street kissing booths
Or dragon brews
Have lifted him this high.

And you got a smooth body and a greedy mouth
And you travel hopeful despite your doubts
That you are only and ugly
Lying naked on the floor
Love is not supposed to be so sore.

I'm going to give you a trumpet you can blow
You'd better blow it loud and sweet that I might hear
I will not excuse your fear
And here's a stage that you can be yourself upon
No bitter critics, no dead roses, no steeping down alone.

And it's my belief that one more kick in the teeth
Is not what you need right now
And I am not an ogre and I am not like your father
I will always be around you when you need me

You're far too grateful for any love that you get shown
When will you stand up on your own? 		PLACEHOLDER
Words & Music : Juliet Turner Words & Music : Name
H Lyrics
HOPE THAT I DON'T FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU PLACEHOLDER
Well I hope that I don't fall in love with you Cause falling in love just makes me blue,
Well the music plays and you display your heart for me to see,
I had a beer and now I hear you calling out for me
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

Well the room is crowded, people everywhere
And I wonder, should I offer you a chair?
Well if you sit down with this old clown, take that frown and break it,
Before the evening's gone away, I think that we could make it,
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.
Well the night does funny things inside a man
These old tom-cat feelings you don't understand,
Well I turn around to look at you, you light a cigarette,
I wish I had the guts to bum one, but we've never met,
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

I can see that you are lonesome just like me, and it being late,
You'd like some some company,
Well I turn around to look at you, and you look back at me,
The guy you're with has up and splits, the chair next to you's free,
And I hope that you don't fall in love with me.

Now it's closing time, the music's fading out
Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout.
Well I turn around to look at you, you're nowhere to be found,
I search the place for your lost face, guess I'll have another round
And I think that I just fell in love with you. 		PLACEHOLDER
Words & Music : Tom Waits Words & Music : Name
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INDIAN SUMMER PLACEHOLDER
Torn between the lure of a belly-full existence,
In the candlelight, within my lover's arms,
Where all is safe and all is well and all is warm.
And then the stifling head, upon the sleeping streets,
Where children go down without a trace,
In rows of ten, with gappy teeth and their beautiful faces.

And I can fetch me an axe and I can fell me a tree,
And you can take a pan of sand but I can carry three
I can flick you pennies, if you'll only laugh for me,
It keeps you young and it keeps you free, they said.
When you're walking a thin line between the quick and the dead.

I have sat like stone, buried in my riches,
And I've got two amazing diamonds where my esyes should be
And I've got strips of sterling silver for a tongue.
And I never stand to protest or shout against injustice,
Cos my arse is made of marble and I've got lead instead of lungs,
I am a stunning work of are, I should be hung.

And they dance on grand pianos in a honey sweet hotel,
In my mind entrenched a wave of sense my skin remembers still.
And with an automatic flash I've brought them half-way round the world
And they're camping in my garden of rememberance.

And I can fetch me an axe and I can fell me a tree,
And you can take a pan of sand but I can carry three
I can flick you pennies, if you'll only laugh for me,
It keeps you young and it keeps you free, they said.
When you're walking a thin line between the quick and the dead. 		PLACEHOLDER
Words & Music : Juliet Turner Words & Music : Name
J Lyrics
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K Lyrics
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Words & Music : Name Words & Music : Name
M Lyrics
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Words & Music : Name Words & Music : Name
N Lyrics
NARCISSI NINETEEN EIGHTY SEVEN [1987]
You look down with the eyes of a china man.
It's a trick that you use to help you to see.
When you've focussed on the spot, I'll be the small black dot on this festival stage.
I'll be the only one who dares not meet your gaze.
For I am not ready to let you see that I am so tired of thinking about me.

Narcissi, come down to the pool.
Strut like a peacock and gawp at the fool.

Now your own thoughs they fly in ten thousand directions
And as I look out on this sea of faces
I could tell of how you'd burn like some vivid sunrise in all their windswept barren places.
Now I'll never get used to your many disguises, but there's always a time
When my ear recognises your haunting, high pitched, summoning cry.
And it makes me so tired of thinking about I.

I kneel down and get drunk on the eucharist wine.
And I make me laugh without even trying.
This fucked up, diva voice doesn't ring true.
Would it make me feel better to think about you?

Narcissi, come down to the pool.
Strut like a peacock and gawp at the fool. 		It was 1987, I remember well.
It was the first time that you kissed me,
Just before the school bell rang to say
– this party’s over,
Get your body off the floor.
It’s just gone midnight and your mother’s at the door.
I realized long ago that you were a false alarm.
An interlude in a neighbourhood where I felt safe from harm.
I walked home that evening, dazzled and bemused.
Feeling like the universe could not hold my love for you.
It disappeared by morning, just like sugar in the rain.
A tantalizing sweetness and a residue of pain.
I realized long ago that you were a false alarm.
An interlude in a neighbourhood where I felt safe from harm.
Inevitable seduction scout will smoke me out and send me on my way.
Celestial on a pedestal with feet of clay.
Yeah it takes an ending to send us on our way.
I’ve had many lovers, London to L.A.
I’d move in on their jeweled lives, hang on every word they’d say.
Looking for an anchor, needing somewhere to belong.
I’d twist and turn to please them ‘til the girl they knew was gone.
Words : Juliet Turner
Music : Juliet Turner / Gerard Kiely		 Words : Juliet Turner
Music : Juliet Turner
NO GOOD IN THIS GOODBYE PLACEHOLDER
A bird bled on the windscreen
A broken neck on the escalator
Cat stalks the walls and the moon rides high.
Simple things but they affect the way the world swings.
Did I come here to meet you or to leave you?
Simple things but they affect the way the stars sing.
Did I come here to meet you or to leave you?
There was no love as ordinary as ours.
We walked hand in hand through this workday world.
And the swiftness of your leaving caught me by surprise.
There is no good in this goodbye.
A black dog on the shoulder.
Winter falls like a benediction.
Frost strips the tree and the truth lies bare.		 PLACEHOLDER
Words & Music : Juliet Turner Words & Music : Name
O Lyrics
ONE NIGHT PLACEHOLDER
Here comes the first laugh together,
A strange perfume.
There’s something about a hotel miles from anywhere,
A key to a room.
We could make a golden day, we don’t have to be lonely.
Will I stay with you? will you stay with me?
Early morning and you leave me there sleeping.
Make your own way home
Through all the little back streets, just like your life –
A crazy catacomb.
You make every day a golden day, you won’t ever be lonely.
Will I stay with you? will you stay with me?
I’ll tell you everything you wanna hear tonight.
Can’t keep my hands off you.
I’ll make every promise you wanna hear tonight.
I can’t keep my hands off you.
Can one night be so inviting?
Can one night be so terrifying?
Can one night be so exciting?
Can one night be so satisfying?
Let’s keep a little mystery, a few doors closed.
We all need our secret lives, our Bluebeard wives,
The little things nobody knows.
We could make a golden day, we don’t have to be lonely.
Will I stay with you? Will you stay with me?		 PLACEHOLDER
Words & Music : Turner / Grace Words & Music : Name
P Lyrics
PIZZA AND WINE PURELY PLATONIC
Can you shut your eyes and turn away from me
I'm gonna say some things I've never said before
And I'm feeling kind of stupid and I'm feeling kind of shy
But they're building up inside of me and I have to let you hear them
Cos you never know, the world might end and one of us might die,
Don't be laughing, but I love the way you smile.

Could you maybe close your ears and talk to someone else
While I tell you things I've never said before,
Cos I'm feeling kind of stupid and I'm feeling kind of shy.
That I've not been used to tenderness and I've not been used to being kissed
Or being held for hours at a time, eating pizza and drinking wine.
Oh I love the way you put your hand in mine.

Could you ever reach behind you and turn the music up,
While I say some things I've never said before,
But it's getting easier to tell you more and more.
That I always dreamed of waking up to singing in my ear, in fact I used to dream of Brian Kennedy
Now you don't even sing in tune, but that's alright with me
Cos I have always loved the way you sing to me.
Now I've always been the scary type,
And I've always felt the need to fight,
My words will pierce the skin and make you bleed.
But you light my fires when I get cold,
You buy me back when I get sold
And you've never been afraid to love me,
And I will always love the way you love me,
I will always love the way you love me. 		Beautiful baby, I see beautiful years ahead
I fully anticipate things going right for a change
They won't approve of this new move
You wait and I initiate.

I watched you while I sat on the ground
In the middle of the cheers you were quiet
It was the splinters in your voice
That caught on my attention
But Kansas Divine, did I forget to mention?
I don't have any designs on your person
I'm just giving out a casual invitation
Do you want to be with me platonically?

I'm only ever frigid on the outside
When I catch you being kind then I start melting
But I am too proud to use you
And too attached to lose you
And if you came in my size I might be satisfied.

They find my innovation quite disturbing
My liking for your company seems too brazen
All our nights in the kitchen
When they thought we might be kissing
We were discussing mustard in the dressing
I don't have any designs on your person
I'm just giving out a casual invitation
Do you want to be with me platonically?

And when you pick me up in your sawdust truck
I know you understand
That I don't have any designs on your person
I'm just giving out a casual invitation
Do you want to be with me platonically?
Words & Music : Juliet Turner Words & Music : Juliet Turner
Q Lyrics
QUEEN ON CANAL STREET PLACEHOLDER
Manto's, midnight, man in a dress.
I've been sheltered all my life and now I'm curious.
Shaking, nervous, beautiful in drag,
Led into the wilderness and stumboled on my darker side.
They say, one day, if I conform I'll get to feast with the King.
Where is He now when I need Him?

Out from the vines come the bent and the straight.
Purple with juice are the queer and the quaint.
Lift a glass, drink a toast to the queen on the street,
Dream a dream by the old canal of a place without shame, new Jerusalem.

Tell me, prophet of the cards, can the spirit of a woman live in the body of a man?
Faceless voyeur, the worst kind of thief,
To save my soul must I be my own priest.
They say, one day, I must conform and play by the rules.
Where are the rules when I need them?

Now all the village voices crawl into her ears,
"We did not raise you to be this way, you know you've brought a lot of shame".
Now she never gets much sleep with all the village voices whispering her name.
And so she lies awake and plans her great escape to new Jerusalem. 		PLACEHOLDER
Words : Juliet Turner
Music : Juliet Turner / Stephen Jones / Gerard Kiely		 Words & Music : Name
R Lyrics
ROUGH LION'S TONGUE PLACEHOLDER
In a queue for Cockburn, a monkey juggles needles.
I lean into the strength of your back, so straight, so safe.
You're here to stay.
But I live sparse above the rooftops, with sunlight at my fingers,
I pack up when I get restless in the night.
So swift, so gone - where does that leave you.

If velvet smiles and d.a.t. machines can fade within a week.
If no beguiling baby kisses burst against my cheek.
If the bird sings only for itself does the bird have a razor beak?

Is it too rude to ask for a wild sea of grace?
For a burning at dawn on a pyre of mistakes
Between the shore where I'll lie old and the shore where I lay young?
Lick the salt from my face with your rough lion's tongue.

We drink vodka in the bathroom and light the carnal candle
And our fusion takes us where we want to be -
So white, so sharp, can't sleep apart.
I think you're all I ever dreamed of and never dared for ask for
But I tend to be suspicious of romance,
Too pround, too scared to take a chance.

(Will she love me when my hair gets thin?
Would he still want me with my curlers in?
Could we sing through all the childless years?
Ah, never never know till we try)

Now we have seen our instincts lean to please the fickle crowd.
Intrigued by speech, our silence keeps our hearts below the ground.
In the gaps between our own daydreams could we dig each other out?

Is it too rude to ask for a wild sea of grace?
For a burning at dawn on a pyre of mistakes
Between the shore where I'll lie old and the shore where I lay young?
Lick the salt from my face with your rough lion's tongue. 		PLACEHOLDER
Words : Juliet Turner
Music : Juliet Turner / Stephen Jones		 Words & Music : Name
S Lyrics
SEASON OF THE HURRICANE SEE ANOTHER SIDE
(Always, Forever)

Season of the hurricane, dig deep you redwood trees.
Watch while our year draws to a close.
Sing for us you cloistered men, a cold cathedral hymn.
Wipe from our feet the city street,
turn our city lights down dim.
Maybe we’re just trying to hide away.
Maybe we’ll just put it in a box.
Maybe we’ll remember just how it’s meant to be.
When it was you and me always forever.
Keepers of the gate, watchers on the wall,
waiting for the rain to fall.
I came here unsuspecting of the land that lay in wait.
I came here with wild dogs at my heels.
Took the trail to the mountain top, saw the solitary star.
I knew I could be silent here,
No poison cloud, no sidewalk crowd, no jagged, burnt out car.
I fear the world gonna sink.
Light become relentless, rivers stink.
And only those with dollars get to drink.
 Don’t mistake my desire for kindness
There’s a method to the madness, a purity of purpose
That will not go away
It feels like I am making a movie, it feels like I am writing a book,
I flick the switch, I bait the hook
And if you hurt me I’ll hurt you right back.
Make the choice to bend or break
I am scarlet in my intention to see another side
So I tried not to think too deeply, tried to win you over
With the cheapness of a dress to shock the eye
Then I headed for the jungle to escape the sordid consequences
Of trying to bleed you dry
It’s a duty to make life sparkle, get a little information,
A little bit of danger, a chance to raise hell
It’s a need to create the moment, a need to take control
To smash the glass, to steal the gold
And it’s a duty to see through new eyes when all’s been said and done before
I am driven by my desire to see another side
Are you more than a memory?
Are you more than an enemy?
In the glow of a green light moving to the rhythm of the ocean
Catch me if you can
I feel the ties that bind me, the love that’s left behind
I am driven by my desire to see another side
I was trying to bleed you dry
Words & Music : Juliet Turner Words & Music : Turner / Boylan
SHORT LOAN ONLY THE SIGNAL AND THE NOISE
For sure there are a lot of tears, but I'm not crying.
Funny that, being dead, I might weep for love but only in my head.
She takes a tray, brings round the tea, customs calling.
They've ribboned off a room for eating in and another one for grieving.
Whisky burns, sheds the coats, but the ones who need it most are too ragged in the throat,
And they would have me sing of you, that you were just on loan,
Another flower in the basket of the master,
And if I bite the tongue that speaks of you and I change your room around
Would I forget you any faster?

You were a weight upon their shoulders,
They carried you so far, too big for sympathy at school,
A bright and lawless spark, they're setting up your image now,
And they're playing by their empty social rules
And they would have me sing of you, that you were just on loan,
Another flower in the basket of the master,
And if I bite the tongue that speaks of you and I change your room around,
Would I forget you any faster.

Sometimes I dream that you are back, imagine what it would be like,
To see how we'd spend the day, but I think we'd still only fight,
You haven't gone beyond my love, beyond my prayers,
There has to be a heaven somewhere,
And they would have me sing of you, that you were just on loan,
Another flower in the basket of the master,
And if I bite the tongue that speaks of you and I change your room around
Would I forget you any faster?

It's good to be remembered but I know you'd hate their show
And I wish before you went that they had only let you know
It's good to be remembered but I shouldn't have let you go
And I wish before you went that I had only let you know. 		Black citroen, learn to fly,
Clandestine meeting, waste of time.
Transmission overload on me,
Just trying to keep the airwaves free.
Separate the signal from the noise.
You blow it out, deplete the source,
love bought and sold, the Great Divorce.
The call is clear, sit up, take note.
Some days you do, some days you don’t.
Separate the signal from the noise.

And we are quietly resistant to the threat of non-existence
And we can think without assistance from the top.
You can keep your popes and presidents and your suicidal mal-contents.
What they gonna give us when the world stops?
A bang. A whimper. A drop.
You’re feeling good right now.
Your mind is clear, your soul devout.
You’re speaking for yourself.
Ten solid thoughts for every doubt.
Separate the signal from the noise
Words : Juliet Turner
Music : Juliet Turner		 Words : Turner / Sheehy / Boylan
Music : Turner / Sheehy / Boylan
SORRY TO SAY PLACEHOLDER
This is the sky before you, hope that you can see it.
Still miles to go before you hit the chill stars, start feeling the cold.
Feed your curiosity, this could be the start of something new.
Quiet fears in these darker years so we ask for quiet miracles.
Bored fool, ah you cry for the moon, then you lock yourself inside at night.
You want to die for all the lonely, this could be your last adventure,
One big heroic gesture.

But you can't find a music lover and you can't tear the system down
And you couldn't save the school children on a Saturday in a small market town.
Sorry to say we are not that ambitious cos we get scared.
And days can be long and the nights can be vicious when we get scared.

Now you lie there in your tv chair asleep among your memories,
I must speak fast before you're lost to the past and you are lost to me.
I'd say there are monsters beneath your bed
But there's an angel with a hand on your head.

But you can't find a music lover and you can't tear the system down
And you couldn't save the school children on a Saturday in a small market town.
Saturday in a small market town.
Saturday in a small market town. 		PLACEHOLDER
Words : Juliet Turner
Music : Juliet Turner / Gerard Kiely		 Words & Music : Name
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TAKE THE MONEY AND RUN THEATRE FOR THE BROKEN
Hello, city full of strangers.
Pull in on the train and out again, just got time for champagne.
Don't think about you morning, don't think about you evening.
Feels like a dreamtime, don't have a past, don't have a name.
But soon, I'll take the money and run.
I'll take the money and run to you baby,
I'll take the money and run to you, hope you're still waiting.

A full floor means murder at the back door.
Fight for the saliva on the stand, all trying to touch his hand.
But it doesn't mean he's yours to hold.
It doesn't mean he sings your soul,
We all go home lonely - if we get to go home at all.

We could buy a vineyard, both get fat and brown.
Open up a jazz cafe the seedy side of town.
I'd have a belly full of children, you'd have a belly full of drink.
We wouldn't have to give a damn what other people think.
Soon, I'll take the money and run. 		A stone floor was my warmest lying place when you all lay near.
Curled up for hours beside the gas fire when all the ways to me seemed spiked and sheer.
Now we were not used to being pursued - much less to being caught so gently.

Welcome in, all ye clumsy people, all you whose tongues are tied with cords of scorn.
This is your theatre for the broken where the doors are always open.
You smoke to stay thin and make love to paper porn.
Then when your days grow green and leafy and your limbs at last agree,
They take you back to the garden where you came from
And help you remember how to be a groovy swinger on a deep down rooted broom tree.

Spheres of fire are spinning into Dame Street and the ice is cracking thin.
All all the ships that went to Canada are one by one being blown back in.
Now my brash hope has dwindled into certainty and I no longer care to question why.
But I miss the cramping hunger that drove me to the boards,
I miss the do or die.
I was never born to be satisfied.

Welcome home all ye clumsy people, all you who never were afraid to fall.
This is your theatre for the broken where the doors are always open.
You dare to talk about Macbeth before the curtain call.
Now my days drew green and leafy and my limbs hang loose and free.
It's time to go back to the garden where I came from
And time to remember how to be a groovy swinger on a deep down rooted broom tree.
A groovy swinger on a deep down rooted, storm resistant broom tree.
Words & Music : Juliet Turner Words & Music : Juliet Turner
TOO CLOSE FOR COMFORT PLACEHOLDER
Ferocious this longing, burning this heart
Born in me, stirs in me, flees from me.
And I need to pursue it, it may be my saving grace.
If I harness the light and I conquer the heights
Would you turn to me, search me out, peel back my face?

Is there anything here that you recognise?
Is there anything here that you might not despise?

Refuse to be slave but I long for a servant soul,
Don't want to be tied down, desperate for home
I'm always your shelter just break down the door

Got to make up my mind on what makes up my mind,
Think I make it from things that I'm lucky to find,
And I use it to run from the thoughts in my head
When he's too close for comfort, too close for comfort.

I spit on the money that pays for the bills,
Always hungry, feed on pride, never fills,
Slap on the mouth, but he loves me I swear.
Is it easy to please you?
You stand as my judge and I hear you so clearly, so rarely -
You leave me.
I think death was a high price for this faithless whore.

Got to make up my mind on what makes up my mind,
Think I make it from things that I'm lucky to find,
And I use it to run from the thoughts in my head
When he's too close for comfort, too close for comfort.

And if I return to the early scenes
Is it to a frozen fruit or an orange tree?
Or a savage joust on a southern green,
Falcon flight on a moody breeze
Deep breath and I'm poised then free. 		PLACEHOLDER
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VAMPIRE PLACEHOLDER
He brings her one more marguerita in a 2 a.m. New York diner,
Love sings in the corner, a canticle of knives.
He’s come here to meet her, but all the boys want to greet her.
Moan fog horn, moan, for the leaving of the boat.
You know that she’s a vampire, but you still offer her your throat.
Where do you go when I sleep, cos you’re not here with me?
Where do you go when I sleep?
Now the winds and tides are driven by jealous men and faithless women.
Love sings in the harbour, a canticle of lies.
And she pulls him so deep inside her that he’s afraid he’ll divide her.
Desire bends and pulls you through the window of your dreams.
You’re walking on the water but you don’t know what it means		 PLACEHOLDER
Words : Juliet Turner / Stephen Jones
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