Lyrics to "Lost Count
by Roger Marshall
Meadows of Jericho Where's Sonia Your way Time to kill Before the day is through
Lost Count Who is this woman? Weightless Unmistakably you Yesterday was a long time ago
Boom baby Touching the stone Burning my cheek Wasn't quite sure Remind me who I am
The
sun's
going down over the rooftops
the clouds pure white like ice in
the sky
and the trees have started losing their green leaves
with a chill in the air, a vague
winter
sigh
and
the leaves flutter down in the river
where the white swans have been forever
in the wake of today weighed down by tomorrow
‘cross the meadows of
J
the heat of the sun has died on the bushes
and the old willow tree
is
bent down in sorrow
boats float on the canal so slowly
with a crew drinking wine in friendship they wallow
and they
smile
and say good day how ya doing
and
disappear past the ruin
in the wake of today weighed down by tomorrow
‘cross the meadows of
J
the
clouds in the
sky seem to hang down on me
crushing my soul with a vague premonition
I walk for a while
try
to think about nothing
I come to an inn at the end of the footpath
everyone around me is talking and merry
making jokes,
discussing
the home game
in the wake of today weighed down by tomorrow
‘cross the meadows of
J
I
stand on the hill with a white horse carved in it
where men used to hunt dressed up in leather
where people have been since time gotten going
worshipping gods that no one can remember
the heat of the summer has burned at the earth ashen
and the kids play hopscotch as if nothing matters
in the wake of today weighed down by tomorrow
‘cross the meadows of
J
I'm
sitting in a room trying to
learn
Spanish
reading something ‘bout
Sonia
seems she’s vanished
I'm
play acting some people, Llorenc or
Enrique
I
don't know how to speak or what to say
where's Sonia
all I wanted was to say more that hasta manana
you never know I might just bump into
Sonia
in the
room is just me with four young l women
from all over the world but Sonia’s gone missing
where’s Sonia
I rambled the
Ramblas
and wandered the
Rondas,
every woman I saw might have been
Sonia
I
went along paral.lel and up on to
M
the city looked pretty
but
Sonia’s shot through it
where's Sonia
I
took the
she might have been there but I never met her
I
walked back to my home in
Sant Antoni
she might have been here all along I guess I wont ever know
where's Sonia
I've met a woman in café, by
Sagrada Familia
I thought
I'd found Sonia,
but then she said she was Emilia
some cities may break it some may lay it bare
you might leave yours in
where's Sonia
you've got a way about you
a way of touching
a way of holding
a way of loving
your way
you've got a way about you
I
can't explain it
I
can't describe it
I can't name it
you've got a way about you
leaves me speechless
leaves me legless
makes me sleepless
your way of seeing
your way of being
youve go a way about you
plain and simple
calm and humble
with no
frills
you've got a way about you
a way of living
a way of feeling
a way of giving me
your way of seeing
your way of being
Switched into the news, chaos everywhere
Hit
some
another channel, never-ending trash
Plastic people raking in the cash
And the world stood still
with only time to kill
Can't be bothered anymore, seems like a total waste of time
The poor are just as poor and the blind are just as blind
Boxed against the shadows, punched at silhouettes
Raised a fist in anger, but nothing’s happened yet
And the world stood still
with only time to kill
I heard the empty words ricochet around the room
Heard it all before, why don’t they play a different tune
And I felt the bits of shrapnel as they cut into my flesh
The words cut clean through me, why don’t they let it rest?
And the world stood still
with only time to kill
I pointed to the sky, said it looks like rain
I said I don’t know why, but I don’t know what they're saying
I closed my eyes and drifted as they blurted it all out
About someone - was it me? - what were they talking about?
And the world stood still
with only time to kill
Before the day is through
How times will I think of you?
what we did and didn’t ever do?
before the day is through
Before the sun goes down
how many times have I spun around?
seeing you both lost and found
before the sun goes down
Before the evening fades
how many plans of hope are laid?
empty promises are made
Before the evening fades
So many things to remember
So much still to do
In the burning embers
when a love was new
Before…….
Before the night is
done
how many dreams linger on
all the doubts roll into one
before the night is done
Before the daylight breaks
how many souls get ripped awake?
how many lovers bodies shake?
before the daylight breaks
How many times
do
you fall out of love?
How many times is enough enough?
I counted my money, but never the cost
and neither my blessings but only what I lost
so many times, there’s no right amount
I’ve lost count
How many days did I waste being vain
How many times did I say I abstain
I never kept a diary or a tally of words
Wrote anything down it was all too absurd
Now I want to shout it down from the mount
I’ve lost count
I’ve been dealing in numbers, in figures and facts
walking around wearing three different hats
I counted the flakes of melting snow
lost all trace of where I was going to go
so many times there’s always a doubt
I’ve lost count
I’ve lost count of the days they just roll into one
Lost count of the things I never got done
I took now and then and it turned into
life
I took one and one and it turned into five
how many times did it never work out?
I’ve lost count
She’s lying on my bed with a reek of stale perfume
sunlight peeks its way into the dark and dusty room
hearing her shower listening to her sing
showing me pictures of her next of kin
who is this woman that I'm lying beside
she came out of nowhere, who knows where she hides?
She’s walking round my room, picking up my CDs
speaking in Spanish or maybe its Portuguese
you might be an actress or a artist who knows?
you may have been places id never dare to go
who is this woman that I'm lying beside
she came out of nowhere, who knows where she hides?
she patters barefoot on my zigzag
floor
talking non-stop, about what I'm not sure
I'm
lying on the tiles watching tv
thinking about who she might possibly be
who is this woman that I'm lying beside
she came out of nowhere, who knows where she hides?
smoking outside on my iron balcony
with the sunlight catching the bare
olive skin of her knee
with people sleepwalking in the city of dream
who might she be, is she that which she
seems?
who is this woman that I'm lying beside
she came out of nowhere, who knows where she hides?
"no mistakes
only
things that you do"
its what people say I don't know if its true
no regrets, only memories
its what some people say when you're helpless in the breeze
no ideas only dead pan thoughts
they say that dead men don't talk
being weightless
weightless
no emotions on your face
you're
like an astronaut
floating
in outer space
no commitment just a shoulder shrug
you got no addiction no one person that you love
no tomorrows only today
you were picked up in the wind and simply blown away
being weightless
you were one of the seeds on the
wind
never been a saint and you never learnt how to
sin
in slow motion falling down
like a feather gently floating around
being weightless weightless
you cant see nothing in the ink of nowhere
hanging in with people who don't
know how to care
don't know what's up or what's going down
like a dead
fish floundering around
floating around in empty space
wondering why everyone else is out of place
being weightless
Unmistakably you
I'm standing on your corner like we agreed
waiting for you with a hunger to feed
"I've looked at my watch have I got the time wrong?
maybe I've missed you or you've waited and gone
and I see you appear and don't have to think who
could be no one else, unmistakably you.
As you're walking toward me, late sun in your eyes
everyone else might as well be in disguise
and I think to myself how some things come to some men
among other lovers and the usual mayhem
and you ask me a question coming out of the blue
only you could ask it, unmistakably you
I walking 'long with you or you're skipping ahead
or tugging my arm at something I said
and I'm translating words while on my sofa your curl
explaining something or another 'bout the wild western world
and you say "yes but" and I say "but yes it's true"
no one else could have said it, unmistakably you
We're eating hot Sichuan and my mind's going spacey
and you're staring straight at me, making me slightly uneasy
and you're pinching my palm as we go for a drive
still wanting to know 'bout a previous life
and I cant think of anything much better to do
without any doubt, its unmistakably you
Rainfall was running down the windows like tears
storm clouds heavy till a weak sun appeared
she said lets get out of here we
need to talk
let's
go
down
to the river and take a walk
I remember it’s ebb, it’s swirl and it’s
flow,
yesterday was a long time ago
The river was swollen there was no one about
she'd been thinking things over, trying to work something
out
trying to unravel the strings to her heart
in the mud and the gravel we stood two feet apart
I remember it’s ebb, it’s swirl and it’s
flow ,
yesterday was a long time ago
my soul was a swamp my mind was a
mire
I'd
been here before when
she called me a liar
there was nothing that I could do or say defence
it was all true, she said made perfect sense
I've been back to the river, no
longer in flood
you could still see our footprint
embedded in mud
The river meandered, all peaceful and calm
No one would know, there'd be no cause for alarm
I remember it’s ebb, it’s swirl and it’s flow,
yesterday was a long time ago
Born into
Brylcreme, raised on milk in the
sun
dipped your pen in an ink well,
reading, writing and sums
had a thing for Arkela, dib baby dob
once a bouncer in Purley, once a
teddy boy yob
boom baby
Staring up at the ceiling, wheeled
down long corridors
surrounded by white coats, feeling
the good doctors paws
in and out out of time space,
holding imaginary hands
kissing imaginary women, lost in
imaginary lands
boom baby
seeing the sun in
gotta pina colada, gotta hit on
the hootch
One eye on your mortgage, one hand
in your purse
one eye on the share price, one
eye on the nurse
boom baby
end of a century, missing out on
the wars
missed out on Armageddon, missed
out on a cause
twenty fours hours to decide it,
forty eight till you quit
hallucinating on morphine, god has
an acid wit
boom baby
I felt calm in the cloisters, felt awe in the doorways
put my hands on to statues of
people unknown
carved so real that I thought they
might waken
ran through
my fingers I was touching the stone
I cast my eyes up to the arches and frescoes
though there were people around me I
felt all on my own
I stood
in front of an
altar,
tried
putting my fingers together
by the light of a candle
I was touching the stone.
I heard a choir singing through the vaults of the Ages
through the crypts and catacombs and the
domes
and carved in the walls was the face of
an angel
put my hands to her eyes I was
touching the stone
I remember the feel of it, remember the weight of it
the very walls where I stood seemed to wail and to moan
by the light of a candle I was touching the stone.
I walked out of the gloom and into bright sunlight
where sat on the step was a wizened old crone
she smiled with one tooth and said may god bless you
I tried to steady myself,
I was touching the stone
When you looked you stared me out
Watching you gently moving about
as if our paths had crossed before
as if we knew what we’d come here
for
your perfume enveloping me
there was no the hide and seek
then I felt your kiss burning on
my cheek.
Already I
could feel the warmth of your skin
as the night came closing in
And a brush of your finger tips
the soft touch of your lips
Your breath like a fan at my face
there was no need to speak
then I felt your kiss burning on
my cheek.
Already as the night turned into
day
I knew you were here to stay
Already as the morning sun unfolds
I touched your shoulders and they
were cold
I pulled the blankets up around
your chin
snuggled under the sheets
then I felt your kiss burning on
my cheek.
She came out of Nowhere
where the housewives unwind
she was a woman of means
she had a bin full of wines
she said “it’s good to see you, but what have you come back for?”
I shuffled my feet, I said I wasn't quite sure
She lived in a mansion
her ex drove a Rolls
she had a long time lover
and a house full of gold
she said “I’ve heard you’ve been living in someplace
called Panmure.
Can you tell me where that is?” I said I wasn't quite sure
We were talking life over
'bout it’s ups and it’s downs
how love is a vapour
and it keeps going round
she said “I heard you’ve been married three times or more?”
I counted on my fingers, I said I wasn't quite sure
It was sunny and balmy
among the traffic and trains
I said are you happy
she said she had no complaints
she said “How come you seem so safe and secure?”
I rattled my chains, I said I wasn't quite sure
when all hopes have hopelessly faded
when my dreams are empty and jaded
if I don't know who I know anymore
if they've locked up behind closed doors
if
I've regressed into my pram
remind me who I am
and the embers are way beyond reviving
if I'm a shell and comatose
with no sign of life when you tickle my toes
if I'm even less than a sham
remind me who I am
if
I've lost all control of myself
if I don't recognise you or anyone else
if I'm senseless and I'm on life support
flick the switch without a second thought
give me a kiss and hold onto my hand
remind me who I am
the sun will go down and the moon will still rise
and point is the same as the stars in the skies
I'm
just going back from whence I came
Maybe I'll start all over again
if I'm a shadow in shadow land
remind me who I am