Magic And Medicine

I had a girl her name was Leizah,
She had only one desire,
To walk the cobbled streets alone,
Heading anywhere but home,

With ? as her close companion,
His diaries went hand in hand with,
All the men that she has owned,
Leaves their silver but keeps their gold,

So lawyers doctors please beware,
Of that girl with wavy hair,
She will cut you down to size,
Reveal the truth behind your disguise,

Leizah just passed by her,
Now your standing empty handed,
Leizah you can't despise her,
She'll change your look,
She'll have you hooked.

The city sleeps as she's arriving,
Tongue tied and twisted was her timing,
Her eyes glazed in deep despair,
Those crocodile tears they don't care,

Dont turn your back cos she'll be gone,
Chasing shadows in the sun,
All along the dusty road,
Where she goes, well we'll never know,

Every time I think of Leizah,
I break down and I start crying,
Although she tore me apart,
There's still a place for that girl in my heart.

Leizah just passed by her,
Now your standing empty handed,
Leizah you can't despise her,
She'll change your look,
She'll have you hooked

Every day I recognise
What's deceased and what's alive
But don't repeat what I just said
Until boulders turn to lead
Then all the tales will be told
Whilst you and I are in the cold
But don't think this is the end
Cos it's just begun my friend

And when it's done
And all this is gone
Just find the feeling pass it on

For every tear cried in shame
There'll be someone else to blame
And every crime that I commit
There'll be a punishement to fit
But I'd accept what's coming round
If I could only lose this sound
That's been ringing in my ears
And tormenting me for years

When it's done
And all this is gone
Just find the feeling pass it on

And when it's done
And all this is gone
Just find a feeling pass it on
Just find the feeling pass it on
Just find a feeling pass it on
Just find the feeling pass it on

Bill McCai

His family taught him right from wrong
With local tales and children's songs
Sunday school was his shelter
With his friends Joe and Walter
Now those days seem far away
An empty swing where he once played
Now Bill's grown so fat and bold
He never thought that he'd grow old

And everyday when he gets the train
Looks out the window and thinks in vain
If I could only be that boy again

His sales job it gets him down
Same old faces, same old sounds
Heart attacks, orthopaedic backs
Documents and labelled racks

His wife can't stand the sight of him
With his routine glass of gin
She makes his lunch of processed ham
And waits in for the meter man

And everyday when he gets the train
Looks out the window and thinks in vain
If I could only be that boy again

If he could be that boy again

Another day, another gin
His kids don't even notice him
Something different about his face
His happy smile seems out of place

His family gathered round for tea
Eyes fixed on their new telly
A news flash came, then it said
Bill McCai was just found dead

No more windows, no more trains
Hung himself out in the rain
Now he'll never be that boy again

And we say...
Bye bye Bill McCai
Bye bye Bill McCai
Bye bye Bill McCai

I just stepped outside of a dream,
Nothing ever is as it seems,
The wind keeps whistling the same old tune,
You lay asleep in the light of the moon,
So silently I peered through the trees,
My misery was in her beauty,
Her hair hung long and her eyes were (?) closed,
Every moment she stole my soul,

I'm in the forest so rare and divine
This is the place where you lose your mind,
From all of the feelings that are making you blue,
You'll never know how much I - You.

And she awoke and walked downstream,
Stuck outside of that same old dream,
I need to leave but my minds intrigued,
Follow close as she does to me,
Out of the forest to the church's gate,
By her grave she awaits her fate,
My only crime was to want too much,
I could look but I could not touch.

I'm in the forest so rare and divine,
This is the place where you lose your mind,
From all of the feelings that are making you blue,
You'll never know how much I - You

Talking gypsy market blues,
I was too late but I never got to choose,
Talking gypsy market blues,
I was too late but I never got to choose.

Got to have them gypsy boots,
Followed them by familiar ?,
Rabbled round from town to town,
Sleeping in a doorway as still as a mouse.

Saw the bullfighters last stand,
I've been ? dust I've been kicking cans.
All my family they went home,
Let me in Portugal all alone.

Dreamed I saw that caravan,
But it was just a car park man,
Said to me as I stood in line,
There's nothing in the world as sad as time.

Well if nothing comes to nothing,
Then what's the point,
I sat right down and I built my joint,
? passed me by.
? left me dry.

Well talking gypsy market blues,
I was too late but I never got to choose,
Talking gypsy market blues,
I was too late but I never got to choose.

3 days later when I awoke,
My dust filled lungs could hardly cope,
Realised I was not alone,
I was in the old car park man's home,

Looked out the window at the local scenes,
? and grilled sardines,
Then through the door came the maid,
Said Maria was her name.

Long dark hair and copper skin,
Washed away my seven sins.
? what's this bad news
I told her of my gypsy blues

Maria laughed and said your cute,
You don't need no gypsy boots,
Picked myself up off the floor,
I don't need them boots no more,
I don't need them boots no more,
I don't need them boots no more,
Said I don't need them boots no more (don't need them boots baby)