Murmur In My Heart

(Ed Harcourt)

Revolution In The Heart

To the Marxists and the police
To the junkies in the streets
To the gangsters in our towns
And the others underground
To the prostitutes and whores
To the self-admiring bores
To the drinkers in a drought
And the writers steeped in doubt
To the bailiffs and their bills
To the child whose thoughts could kill
To the veteran who fights
All his demons late at night
To the bloody and unbowed
Fanatics and their vows
All the taxes we don't want
To the idiot savant

There's a revolution in my heart

To the indier than thou
To the stadiums of crowds
To the vultures circling near
A new kingdom of fear
To the skinheads and the Sikhs
To the rich and the elite
To the serious dilettante
To the idiot savant

There's a revolution in my heart

(Ed Harcourt)

All Of Your Days Will Be Blessed

With beady black eyes, the bluebird has died
It's feathers have dried, it couldn't survive
from the winter's grasp, nothing ever lasts
But you and I know, the seasons are slow
The rivers they froze, the wind always blows
down all our dreams, the engine's out of steam

All of your days will be blessed
So put on a smile and get dressed
Into the void we will fly away from here
All of your thoughts will be crowned
You'll be the toast of the town
Into the view of a million crystal spheres

Pitchfork in my foot, I tried the best I could
Dragging all this wood, with a rusty old fishhook
To feed the fire and make our blood flow higher
But I'm a stubborn man, the sun needs my command
I'm gonna make a stand, condemn this twisted land
I'm sure you'd agree, but I can't leave you see

All of your days will be blessed
So put on a smile and get dressed
Into the void we will fly away from here
All of your thoughts will be crowned
You'll be the toast of the town
Into the view of a million crystal spheres

But you and I know, the seasons are slow
The rivers they froze, the wind always blows
down all our dreams, the engine's out of steam

(Ed Harcourt)