Each Man Kills the Thing He Loves – Lyrics

All the song lyrics for Gavin Friday & Maurice Seezer‘s album ‘Each Man Kills The Thing He Loves‘.

Each man kills the thing he loves

Each man kills the thing he loves, by each let this be heard. Some do it with a bitter look, some with a flattering word. The coward does it with a kiss, the brave man with a sword. Some kill their love when they are young, some when they are old. Some strangle with the hands of lust, some with the hands of gold. The kindest use a knife because, the dead so soon grow cold. Some love too little, some too long, some buy and other sell. Some do the deed with so many tears, and some without a sigh. For each man kills the thing he loves, yet each man does not die.

 

Tell tale heart

Torn between the light and the dark. The heathen smiles, the tell tale heart. He hides away, it is his home. His saving grace, he lives alone. The silence cuts so deep within. For all is lost he can never win. Secrets come and secrets go, that only his heart ever knows. And outside is the real world, the weird and the wonderful. He is afraid to be alone, he is alone. He wants to touch the feeling of her loneliness, to watch her cry is to watch him die. The heart it was the main thing to see and believe, it will do you no harm to call and try for love, for love, for love. He placed a piece of velvet upon the shame, the ultimate cover up the hidden lie. To die with ones mouth full of ashes, ooh, it will do you no harm to call and try for love, for love, for love. Tattle tell, tattle tell, tell tale heart.

 

Apologia

Just a penny for the poor I ask. For a love that was strong and fast. Oh! This Judas betrayal was with more than a kiss. Things are not always what they seem. Lover, liar … friend or foe? To beg, steal and borrow then throw it away. “I’ve no regrets, nothing lost or gained”. Easy words for the brave to say. Now sorrow, it digs away at its own grave. To have or to have not, is all that I have got. I see no hope in those eyes as they close. So sing a song for this bleeding love, for a life that we’ll never know. Streets paved with silver, dreams made in gold, and as these icy stars, they sing, who will know what this night will bring. The envy eats nothing but its own. To have or to have not, is all that I have got. I see no hope in those eyes as they close. Just a penny for the poor I ask. For a love that was strong and fast. Oh! This Judas betrayal was with more than a kiss.

 

Dazzle and Delight

She had a head like a God and when she spoke, it was as if gold fell from her mouth. You can watch, watch me crawl; up and down, down the wall. I feel icy, I feel cold. See me change like a venom snake, it’s no-one’s fault, my mistake. I know the reason, I know why. Here comes, here comes, here comes that sinking feeling. Tear me apart, pull me down. Here comes, here comes, here comes that sinking feeling. Pay your cash for a new disease, kiss the beast, fall in love with the greatest of ease. No! No! This pig goes to slaughter, she does evil, turns wine into water. I’d do anything, I lose control. My only friend the one desire, to feed the pain, the burning fire. I hate my hands, my shaking hands, shaking hands. So you watched, watched me crawl, you saw me sink, sink and fall. I feel icy, so alone, so alone. You saw me change like a venom snake, that’s no one’s fault, my mistake, I know the reason, I know why, I know why. Here comes, here comes, here comes that sinking feeling. Tear me apart, pull me down. Here comes, here comes, here comes that sinking feeling. Pay your cash for a new disease, kiss this beast, fall in love with the greatest of these.

 

Next

Naked as sin an army towel covers my body. Some of us blush, somehow knees turn to jelly – Next! Next! I was still just a kid there were a hundred others like me. I follow the naked body, the naked body follows me – Next! Next! I was still just a kid when my innocence was lost, in a mobile-army whore house, gift of the army, free of cost! Next! You’re next! Me? I really would have liked, just a little touch of tenderness, maybe a word or smile, some happiness, but oh! No! Next! Next! Well it wasn’t so tragic the high heavens didn’t fall, but most of that time I hated being there at all … Next! Next! I always recall those flying flags, the army tanks, those queer lieutenants who slapped our asses as if we were fags … Next! You’re next! I swear on the head of my first case of the pox! It’s that ugly voice that I forever hear … Next! Next! The voice that stinks of corpses of whiskey and mud. It’s the voice of the nations, the thick, thick, voice of blood … Next! Next! And each time I’m with a woman and I take her to my bed, she whispers and laughs through my head … Next! … You’re next! All the naked and the dead should hold each others hands as I scream out loud each night in a dream no-one understands … Next! … Next! And when I’m not screaming in a voice cold, dry and hollow… I stand on endless, naked lines of the following and the followed … Next! Next! One day I’ll cut my legs off, I’ll burn myself alive, I’d do anything, anything, just to keep out of line, just to stay out of line and never to be next! No, never to be next! No! Na! Na! Na! Next!

 

You take away the sun

You take away the sun for me. Every time you walk away from me. You take away … I’m alone … Come Home … You’ve taken everything from me. There’s nothing left, can’t you see. I’m alone … There was a time when life, it was a bed of roses. And now time … Time has taken … You walk into the fire, that keeps burning … The fire … Oh! my yearning, to be holding hands with the one I love as the sky turns black there is no above. You take away the sun for me. Every time you walk away from me. You take away … I’m alone … Come Home … You’ve taken everything from me. There’s nothing left, can’t you see. I’m alone … You’ve taken everything from me. There’s nothing left, can’t you see. I’m alone … There was a time when yesterdays were just tomorrows and now time … Time has taken. You walk into the fire that keeps burning … The fire oh! My yearning to be holding hands with the one I love as the sky turns black. There is no above … Don’t speak of broken down angels. I’ve no need for foolish things. Who spoke of heavenly salvation? My heart bleeds as you pull the strings. Who spoke of broken down angels. I’ve no need for foolish things. Don’t speak of heavenly salvation. My heart bleeds as you pull the strings. Don’t speak of broken down angels. Don’t speak of broken down angels. We don’t need wings to fly. We don’t need wings to fly … You take away the sun. You take away the sun.

 

Death is not the end

When you’re sad and when you’re lonely and you haven’t got a friend. Just remember that death is not the end. And all that you’ve held sacred, falls down and does not mend. Just remember that death is not the end. Not the end . . . not the end. Just remember that death is not the end. When you’re standing on the crossroads that you cannot comprehend. Just remember that death is not the end. And all your dreams have vanished and you don’t know what’s around the bend. Just remember that death is not the end. Not the end . . . not the end. Just remember that death is not the end. When the storm clouds gather ’round you, and heavy rains descend. Just remember that death is not the end. And there’s no one there to comfort you, with a helpin’ hand to lend. Just remember that death is not the end. Not the end . . . not the end. Just remember that death is not the end. Oh, the tree of life is growing, where the spirit never dies and the bright light of salvation shines in dark and empty skies. When the cities are on fire with the burning flesh of men. Just remember that death is not the end. And you search in vain to find just on law abiding citizen. Just remember that death is not the end. Not the end . . . not the end. Just remember that death is not the end.

 

He got what he wanted

When I wake up in the morning, there’s no sun. There ain’t no sunshine. “Time heals the hurt” they say. Ah! Don’t talk worn out, worn out words. I touched the sky to feed all my hunger. Nothing I could wait for, nothing but my want. A fist filled with furied desire . . . clutched all that’s real, catch as catch can. To put your trust in a craving . . . Never are you sure, who’ll let you down. I was a king just for one day, like a fool now I know . . . my kingdom grew cold. I followed all my dreams and illusions. I got what I wanted . . . not sure what I have. So the day begins without faith . . . and the day it ends without joy. He got what he wanted . . . lost what he had. He got what he wanted . . . lost what he had. To get what you want, to lose what you have. To cut up and bleed just for the need. Come now, lay your head on my shoulder, and I’ll tell you why, why I am sad. For all I’ve seen and heard . . . still I wonder in all of these years I’d no time for tears. I followed all my dreams and illusions. I got what I what I wanted . . . not sure what I have.So the day begins without faith . . . and the day it ends without joy. He got what he wanted . . . lost what he had. He got what he wanted . . . lost what he had. To get what you want, to lose what you have. . . to cut up and bleed just for the need. He got what he wanted . . . lost what he had. He got what he wanted . . . lost what he had. Don’t lose, lose, lose what you have. Don’t lose, lose, lose what you have. Don’t lose, lose, lose what you have. He got what he wanted . . . lost what he had.

 

Man of Misfortune

See that man – I carry the world upon my back.

Talk to that man – there is no hope, I never talk back.

Sold my soul for a cheap ideal.

The price I paid? The spice of life.

Now I’m in a real dilemma,

I must keep myself alive … alive … alive.

Look at that man – What am I doing in a place like this?

Pity that man – I live my life like it’s a crime!

The sun goes dim, the moon turns black.

What I gave away, I never got back.

Now I’m in a real dilemma.

I must keep myself alive … alive … alive.

I see junk to my left! Freaks to my right!

Ain’t no one laughin’ – Ain’t nothing funny.

Ain’t nothing happening. ‘Cause we ain’t got no money!

Hey! Hey! Hey! … Misfortune!

Woe! Woe! Woe! …. Misfortune!

Watch that man! Everything I see goes into a book.

I said, watch that man! I live my life with a filthy look!

Sold my soul for a cheap ideal.

The price I paid? The spice of life.

Now I’m in a real dilemma,

I must keep myself alive.

The angels they came to visit me.

Some divine intervention … they said

“Are you the boy with the stars in your eyes?

Are you the boy that fooled the world?”

Flappin’ their wings, tellin’ me things.

Flappin’ their wings, tellin’ me things…

I said “I know what I like. I know what I want!

But I never seem to know, I never seem to know.

How to get that thing boy. How d’ya get that thing boy?

Can you tell me how you got, how you got that thing?

How d’ya get that thing boy?”

See that man! Talk to that man!

Look at that man but don’t ya pity that man!

I’m a man of misfortune! I’m a man of misfortune!

Look at that man! Watch that man!

But Na! Na! No! don’t talk to that man!

I’m a man of misfortune. I’m a man of misfortune.

I must keep myself alive. I must keep myself alive.

 

Rags to Riches

From rags to riches and back again. I throw my pearls at you swine. Kiss and tell, kiss and tell. I do that all the time. “I’m a man in a million…Ya! Ya! Ya! Yo! Very pleased to meet me? I’ll tell you what to do! Put some money in my pocket, your hand on my heart. And I’ll hold my head up high!” Here she comes now… My queen of desire… Tip my hat to this Oooh indulgence. Come’re baby! Keep me warm! Come’re baby! Keep me warm! “Sad are my dreams but sweet are the tears. Tears of true love. Tears of regret. So… we all must cry! We all must cry!” “The world’s forgiven! The world’s forgot! The world’s just singin’ ‘Ba da bop bop bow!’ No! The world won’t listen ’cause the world don’t know that… ‘That’s life baby, ba da bop bop bow!’ ‘That’s life baby! Ba da bop bop bow. That’s life’ ” My heart is broken, little pieces all over the floor. “Come on! Come’re, pick me up, put me in your pocket”. You win some and you lose some but that’s life baby – ba da bop bop bow! I say – “Buy me a drink and I’ll be just like you. Where do ya come from? What do you do? Buy me a drink, I’ll be just like you. Where do you come from? What do you do? Buy me a drink, I’ll be just like you. Where do you come from? What do you do?” With your hearts handmade in heaven. Lots of faith, hope and charity… No need to feed the poor. I got my dignity! I’m no beggar. I’m the man! Set them up, I’ll knock ‘em down! A man in a million I’ve seen it all. You people rise, I just fall. From rags to riches and back again. I throw my pearls at you swine. Kiss and tell, kiss and tell. Oh! I do that all the time… Put some money in my pocket your hand on my heart and I’ll hold my head up high…”The world’s forgiven. The world’s forgot. The world’s just singin’ ‘Ba da bop bop bow!’ No! The world won’t listen ’cause the world don’t know that ‘That’s life baby, ba da bop bop bow!’ ‘That’s life baby! Ba da bop bop bow. That’s life’ so let’s, so let’s, so let’s dance! That’s life baby! Ooh that’s… Life baby! Life baby! Buy me a drink and I’ll be just like you. Where do you come from? What do you do?” Oh! my heart is broken, little pieces all over the floor. “Pick me up, put me in your pocket, take me home, keep me warm… ” Ya! Ya! … Yo!

 

The next thing to murder

Welcome to the happy end… your feelings they don’t count boy! Oh no! You’ve got no friends! … sunset over hell… The worst is yet to come now… You can crawl, you can walk, you can run… for he who is, who was, is now to come… The next thing to murder. With voodoo tattooed in your head! Your world is fake! All lost and sad. The greatest story ever told, the love of money, the want for gold! Another day, another dollar. The price you pay is what they tell you. Welcome… Come on… To the happy end. Your feelings they don’t count boy. Oh no! You’ve got no friends… Sunset over hell. The worst is yet to come now. You can crawl, you can walk, you can run. For he who is, who was, is now to come… So this is where we turn to friends because this is where it all ends. The bible is the book! Jesus the friend! All the king’s horses kill all the king’s men. The next thing to murder. The next thing to murder… prepare ye… prepare ye…

 

Love is just a word

Roses are roses. Blue is blue. “God knows I’m good but does he care? … I’m sure somebody down there hates me…” She says as she… she says as she picks up a flower, for love is like a flower. It grows, blossoms and blooms… But love is just a word and words disobey… and roses are roses.

 

Another Blow on the Bruise

Twenty years ago I was just a boy… time goes so slow when you’re havin’ fun… my favourite stars are out tonight. So I feel somewhat justified, another excuse to confuse, abuse and forget myself. Here I go… now I know… show me the river to drown all my sorrows… Another blow on the bruise. Another blow on the bruise. One touch of darkness and you know where you are. For this is my, my old true friend… And you know old friends are the best friends ’cause they know just who you are… they take you to a place where you can hide your disgrace and leave you all alone… swing low… swing high… My friends I never cry. Way down… Deep low… To the place where we must go… Another blow on the bruise. Another blow on the bruise… I’m just the once upon a time man, inviting you to a dream of mine. So welcome, won’t you come now? but just take your time and when you go back with those stories you gotta tell, just remember my heaven is another man’s hell… the door is always open, the door is never closed… and the story is never told… so… show me the river to drown all my sorrows… another blow on the bruise, another blow on the bruise. You can take me in, throw me out, cut me up, shut me out… Nothing you do or say will change my ways. I’ve been there before and I’ve come back for more… So ya all gotta sing… singalong now! … Swing low! Swing high! My friends I never cry. Way down! Deep low! To the place where you must go… To the place where you must go… Another blow on the bruise. Another blow on the bruise.

 

All titles written & arranged by Gavin Friday & Maurice Seezer except ‘Each Man Kills the Thing he Loves’, words by Oscar Wilde and ‘Next’, words and music by Jacques Brel, English lyrics by Shuman/Blau, and ‘Death is not the End’, words and music by Bob Dylan.

All songs published by Blue Mountain Music except for ‘Next’, Carlin Music Corp and ‘Death is not the End’, Warner Chappel Music.

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