Like a myth you rode in from the west
From the go you had my button pressed
Did the tea-time of your soul make you long for wilder days?
Did you never let Jack Kerouac wash over you in waves?

Chorus:
Sibella, we don’t make sense together
But my heart’s with you
Sibella, I found myself strange but true
Strange but true

Some say you can learn a lot from books
Thrill right to second-hand living
Life is just as deadly as it looks
But fiction is more forgiving

You took chances well within your means
Salon hair and creases in your jeans
All those lonely winters long did you really think it through
Did you really ache for me like I really ached for you

Chorus

by: Jos Duarte
jtduarte1@gmail.com

Chorus:
I’ll crawl back under my stone
I’ll crawl back under my stone
I’ll crawl back under my stone
But you won’t have to stand next to me
But you won’t have to introduce me
You won’t have to think about, talk about, care about, me
I’ll crawl back

I’ve got a nerve just showing my face don’t you think
Scruffy little likes ought to know their place don’t you think
Old boy, sorry to intrude Damn shame pretty bloody rude
I should be horsewhipped & sued then I’ll go quietly my tail between my knees

Chorus

I want to be middle class
Floors and ceilings made of glass
I just want to be, I just want to be free

You had me in a second you had it all reckoned, you did
You guessed my game and my name, rank and number, you did
Somehow I gave myself away, some code, some word I didn’t say
I missed one line in the play & the trap shut tight and you did me all right

Chorus +:
You won’t have to think about, talk about, care about
You won’t have to ask about, fuss about, discuss about
You won’t have to mind about, swear about, forget about, me
Crawl back

by: Jos Duarte
jtduarte1@gmail.com

Hard on me, hard on me like they were hard on you
Hard on me, hard on me so I can stumble too
My circuits seize, my senses jam
I don’t know who to please trapped inside the Wicker Man

You’re so hard on me
You’re so hard on me
You’re so hard on me

Hard on me, hard on me, why do you grind me small
Hard on me, hard on me at every fence I fall
Unzip my heart, unbraid my veins
Unstitch my wantonness and loosen up my reins
Before I dare, go on that hill in dumb despair unfreeze my will

You’re so hard on me…

by: Jos Duarte
jtduarte1@gmail.com

I must leave this tainted place of slow and hidden pain
By all and any means
All the past I shall erase and never look again
On child?s memories

Chorus:
If you?ll have me, truly have me
Word unspoken, sight unseen
I?m new-born to be your lover
Word unspoken, sight unseen

Take my trophies from the rack, the medals from my chest
The walls wash clean
All my life is on my back and swiftness suits me best
I?m travelling lean

Chorus

So I come to you a shell make of me what you must
And I shall bend
What you need I cannot tell but I shall sweep the dust
And patch and mend

Chorus

Note: I’m not happy with the verse’s chords, so please send me
your suggestions to my mail

by: Jos Duarte
jtduarte1@gmail.com

Chorus:
She said it was destiny, she said it was written somewhere
But if it was destiny why am I over here and she?s over there
She said it was in the stars, something that just had to be
But Venus aligned with Mars always really takes it out of me

O I?m not proud of my deceit – you know that
To come so near and then retreat – you know that
One beat before I fell somewhere I heard a bell – ring, ring

Chorus

Middle part (can?t find lyrics): Am F#m

There?s clouds across my crystal ball – too misty
Was I too quick to give it all – when she kissed me
She?s thrown a net on me, razor wire geometry

Chorus

by: Jos Duarte
jtduarte1@gmail.com

Intro: D
Let’s love what’s left
Last dance First breath

New friends Hard won
Old friends Shine on

The frost is cruel
And fades the sign
On that little place
That I call mine

Let’s love What’s left
like new born First breath

Old star new shine
Old cup new wine

Sun rise Moon glow
Someday We’ll know

Inch by inch
Word by word
The lock is sprung
That caged the bird

Let’s love What’s left
Last dance First breath
Last dance First breath
Last dance First breath

(Chorus)
How we wonder, how we wonder
Watching far below
We would all be that great hero
The great Valerio

We falter at the sight
We stumble in the mire
Fools who think they see the light
Prepare to balance on the wire
But we learn to watch together
And feed on what we see above
Until our hearts turn like the season
And we are acrobats of love

(Chorus)

Come all you upstart jugglers
Are you really ready yet
Who will help the tightrope walker
As he stumbles to the net
Come and see Valerio
As he dances through the air
I’m your friend untill you use me
And then be sure that I’ll be there

If I ever get out of these shoes
And I shrug off a skin or two
I’ll come looking in all the wasted places
Beat-up, last ditch rendezvous

If it had been some other place, some other time to find me
If I had been in my right mind not looking for ghosts behind me
Then I’d hold you with my fingers burning
Kiss your little tears of yearning
But sometimes there’s no turning
Take care the road you choose

If I ever get out of my mind
Guillotine myself to stop me dreaming
And let my heart go where it will
Without those other voices screaming

Some take the high, some take the low, some take the straight and narrow
Some still standing at the crossroads, some fly like an arrow
With my radar I’ll find you, darling
No regrets to blind you, darling
And never look behind
Take care the road you choose

My father he rides with your sheriffs
And I know he would never mean harm
But to see both sides of a quarrel
Is to judge without hate or alarm

Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you don’t have anywhere to go

You take away homes from the homeless
And leave them to die in the cold
The gypsy who begged for your presents
He will laugh in your face when you’re old

Chorus

Well, one man he drinks up his whiskey
Another he drinks up his wine
And they’ll drink till their eyes are red with hate
For those of a different kind

Chorus

When the rivers run thicker than trouble
I’ll be there at your side in the flood
It was all I could do to keep myself
From taking revenge of blood

Chorus X 2

A HEART NEEDS A HOME
Richard Thompson
(guitar capo 3rd fret to play with “Hokey Pokey” recording)
(I sometimes use alternate chords in parentheses)

I know the way that I feel about you

I’m [(C/G)]never gonna run a[(G)]way
I’m [C/G]never gonna run away
I never knew the way when I lived without you

I’m [(C/G)]never gonna run a[(G)]way
I’m [C/G]never gonna run away

I came to you when no one could hear me

I’m [(C)]sick and [(G)]weary of [(Em)]being a[(D)]lone[(D/C)][(D/B)][(D/A)]
Empty streets and hungry faces

The [(C)]world’s no [(G)]place when you’re [(Em)]on your [(C)]own[(C/B)]

[(Am)]A heart needs a [(D)]home

Some people say that I should forget you
I’m never gonna be a fool
I’m never gonna be a fool
A better life, they say, if I’d never met you
I’m never gonna be a fool
I’m never gonna be a fool

Tongues talk fire and eyes cry rivers
Indian givers, hearts of stone
Paper ships and painted faces
The world’s no place when you’re on your own
A heart needs a home