Mike Crawford - Break My Heart Lyrics

Are You Trying To Break My Heart

I had a dream
Dream of a girl
I never knew
There was so much trouble
In this world
If I wanted pain
I just had to ask
She walked away
And I put my fingers through the glass

Here she comes
Here she comes
Here she comes
Are you trying to break my heart

Back in those days
I steered by the stars
Aimed for the moon
Wound up in the bars
There was a room
I papered with prayers
Scattered with flowers
While somebody else waited on the stairs

I turned to God
I turned to drink
My heart turned to steam
I threw up in the sink
Stuck in this place
Where there was no help
I looked at my face
I was a stranger to myself

Here she comes
Here she comes
Here she comes
Are you trying to break my heart
Here she comes
Coming through the trees
Here she comes
I'm down on my knees
Here she comes
Are you trying to break my heart



Prodigal Son


This is the hour
Of my confession
Telling myself
Its kill or cure
And I am dressed
In gorgeous raiment
A deathbed conversion
Like any old whore

And as I kneel
In clouds of Glory
So many sins
Burnt on my tongue
Is it too late
For absolution
Will you receive
Your prodigal son

So caught between
The Book and the bottle
A swinging door
Or a promise of peace
As I genuflect
Is God in the building
And whose is the voice
That answers my prayer


Long Grass

I was brought up in the long grass
With the tires and the broken glass
I got good at keeping secrets
I just let those summers past
When they asked me for my name
I told them lies
Things aint been the same
Since my mother died

They say I came out screaming
I was caught in the headlights
The Doctor took to drinking
And the nurse she cried all night
Some things will change your world
To black and white
Things aint been the same
Since my mother died

There's a rainbow in the road
Full of colours I don't see
I can see the blues and blacks
But the yellows gone from me
The yellows gone from me

You can wake up one morning
And there is no getting back
All the things you were dreaming
Are like a tombstone on your back
I only tell the truth
When Im half tied
Things aint been the same
Since my mother died

Double cross your heart
Stick a needle in your eye
My glass is half empty
And I cant tell you why
But certain songs will always
Make me cry
Things aint been the same
Since my mother died



I'm Done


You say this is forever

Not my first rodeo

Life in all its glory

And there's still so far to go

And Age is just a number

The heart's forever young

There are still roses

In the morning

Still songs to be sung

You say we can be free

The race is still to run

Stick a fork in me baby

I'm Done


You can have the struggle

The yearning to be free

I'm kicking off my boots

Underneath this tree

You want to make your mark

Baby go right ahead

Of course you want all

Those fine words

Spoken after your dead

Don't let me stop you

Now that your time has come

But stick a fork in me baby

I'm Done


All the things I never got to

The whole damn bucket list

All those crazy wild souls

I'm gonna have to miss

No beach for me at midnight

No Ayahuasca moon

I'm gonna to take your word for it

I'll have to hum that tune

You say this great adventure

Has only just begun

Stick a fork in me baby

I'm Done


I'm hanging up my hat

I'm giving back my guns

The White Boy Outsiders Club

Just lost another one

The Hemingway drinking

The Hank Chinaski Show

All my Baudelairing days

They've all got to go

I wont get well no more

I guess I've had my fun

Stick a fork in me baby

I'm Done


Galilee

Now Galilee I don't recall

The colour of her eyes

She's got a little cocktail dress,

Sparkles like crushed ice

Do that kind of thing just once

You'd better get it right.

I believed in methylated mermaids


Galilee, I wanna drown in the sea

Swallow me, I wanna dive

Galilee, your seas are bluer than me

Follow me I wanna dive

Like Neimann spots my wound is cleansed
What is your command
Ill make you hear my own
And kiss your bleeding hand
I'll go and do my time
Like a tornado out at sea
The waves are cold, blue and gold
Doesn't frighten me




Galilee,just try abandoning me

Can't you see this means goodbye

Taking the centre from myself
The woman and the man
Taking it to god, I got my Bible and Koran
Taking the centre out to a cyclone out at sea
Watching it pass a little boy by the coast of Gallilee

Sometimes I want alcohol and alcohol wants me
I'm shouting at his birds to pass this message on for me
I listen to his sailor's songs and wish I'd run away
And I believed in methylated mermaids

Galilee I wanna drown in the sea

Swallow me, I wanna dive

Galilee your seas are bluer than me

Swallow me, I wanna dive


Waiting F T W

She put her hands upon me
Like a painting by Millais
She comes and takes me over
Takes me over today

To breastfeed the baby
To navigate the world
While we put on our make up
Waiting for the women

She will drive you home
She will drive you wild
Negotiate your longing
All night long

She speaks in courtyard language
She talks in tongues of fire
While we put on our make up
Waiting for the women

She's a space invader
She is my higher power
She takes me places
And she makes me like it

She's across my borders
She's annexed my soul
Her name is my safe word
Waiting for the women

Waiting
The hand that rocks the cradle
Waiting
The hand that rules the world
Waiting
The Bee-Stung Lips
Waiting for the women
Waiting
At The foot of the Cross
Waiting
Where the ships come in
Waiting
In her f*ck-me pumps
Waiting
Waiting for the women

In Trouble

Everybody's worried
Everybody's getting anxious or high
Everyone is wondering
Was that hello or goodbye
I keep my distance
But I can see it in your eyes
You're in trouble,
And now so am I

Well is it everybody
Or is this just me and you
I'm listening to your story
But I'm wondering if it's true
Is it the real thing
Or just your alibi
But you're in trouble
And now so am I

Things just keep on changing
Everything begins to slide
I'm hanging on for dear life
Maybe I should run and hide
Been a long time coming
But the future has arrived
Baby you're in trouble
And now so am I



This Is How You Lose Her


These are the eyes
And this is the face
The time is mine
So this is the place
With these few words
I make sure
With these few words
This is how you lose her

So I bought the wine
And I made the bed
And we drank the wine
And then she said
With these few words
I make sure
With these few words
This is how you lose her

Busses Trains,the running sand
All the clocks are holding hands
You fingertip the weeping sky
My reflection in your eye
All the sweet and sour lies
The pain of watching something die
Your back, your arms across the bed,
The golden hour before you said...

With these few words,
I make sure
With these few words
This is how you lose her

Ready For The Blues


January got the best of me
My fugitive heart inside my coat
The nights are long and full of voices
Whispered songs I never wrote
Clearing my throat
And a hundred words
Just so much confetti around my shoes

I'm getting ready
For the Blues
I'm getting ready
For the Blues

April comes too late to save me now
My shadow long upon this road
The trees are bright and full of blossom
But they don't know what I know

I hate to go,
I hate to leave you now
This time I
Don't get to choose

I'm getting ready
For the Blues
I'm getting ready
For the Blues

I'm betrayed
By every sunrise
I make my confession in
A thousand rooms
Tell my secrets to the carpet
When all I really want
Is you

Every sunset's
An invitation
That was just a line
But now its true

I'm getting ready
For the Blues
I'm getting ready
For the Blues


Typewriter

I've got too many years
Or not enough
I'm up to here
With that kind of stuff

I should be taller
Or less tall
Got no experience
Or I've had them all

I've got opinions
But I know nothing
I've been all around the world
And I'm not bluffing

I need more hair
I need more money
I need more... gravitas
I'm just not funny
I should be

Darker , lighter,thinner,brighter
Broken, whole, silver,gold
Bought, sold



I've had it all
And I'm empty handed
Right here at home
I've been abandoned

I've been so right
About what's wrong
I've only just got here
And I've already stayed too long

I need more class
I need more looks
I need more space
I need to read more books

I can't be realer, faker
Clearer, opaquer
I could be your man
But I'm just your waiter
I should be

Humbler, greater,gayer straighter
Lefter, righter,a lover not a fighter
But
I'm just another monkey
With a typewriter
Just another monkey