Turn & Walk Away

Sitting in a bar just talking; one eye on your watch, the other on your glass
Overhearing conversations, cultural differences that have come to pass
Only had a glass too few
There must be something in the brew
Maybe I should make my excuses, turn and walk away

Another pair arrive and buy the alcoholic beverage of their choice
Sit down beside us blending perfectly into the united voice
And as the last words I heard said
Concern myself, the meal, the bed – well
Maybe I should make my excuses, turn and walk away

There in the cold we made it warm, we made it much better than before
A room without a view, a room without pretences, a room without a door

Arm in arm I walk you both along the street, my mind begins to race
Who am…? Where are…? What is…? I’m helplessly turning from face to face
The shop is closed; the beaten track takes me on and takes you back
Maybe I should make my excuses, turn and walk away

Too much to lose

He took his hat and coat and he walked the lane
Stepping slowly, sadly home again
I heard him whistling in a minor key
He’s trying to forget them
Took his watch in hand, had to make a stand, didn’t cry
Wore his body as a badge to hide behind

He made his way down each street carefully
Occupied his mind with music, didn’t he?
And there he lay down, quite prepared to die
I have to ask you; how could I let him?
Saw a vision there, while others stood and stared; wouldn’t cry
Wore his smile upon my face and took his place, there, didn’t I?

And so I took up his watch
And slowly homewards I began to trudge
I saw his mother, made her feel at home
How I tried not to upset her
Made a final prayer, my God, I hope you’re there; how and why?
Wore his smile upon my face, took his place there, didn’t I?

The End of Summer Cold

Face to face with the mirror I have need smile, short while
Start preparing our tea, both tired, now you, now me
Let it keep, whilst we sleep, while we’re dreaming

The day calls stand and deliver well, too bad,
I’ve had a hard time shaking this cold I’m wearing.
Won’t do, it’s hard to let it keep, whilst we sleep, while we’re dreaming

The Last Supper

‘Time gentlemen, please?’
Please take my glass, but fill it higher this time
Must have been sleeping
The barmaid’s eye caught by all except mine
Are you letting it slip? Are you losing your grip? Are you letting it slip away?

‘Last orders’ they cry
The room slowly empties of people and smoke
Well I’m sad, sat thinking
Talking to no one, so sorry I spoke
Are you letting it slip? Are you losing your grip? Are you letting it slip away?

Last orders they cry...

In an instant quite unnoticed
Still bewildered by the crowd
I found a peace that seemed to carry to the cloud
Picture me beside the bandstand
Imagine them believing you
How they cheered, how they applauded, only for you

I watched you walk on water
Reached out to touch your hand

Sold an empire, sold a vision
Told a tale not yours to tell
Stole my teaching, backed up by your own hard sell
Sad to see you as a liar
To watch you cheat and more beside
Never giving me due credit, in fact I am denied

I watched you walk on water
Reached out to touch your hand

J’ Accuse

Took me quite a while to see where I was going wrong
The tempo fast, my mind too slow to meet the changes coming on
Here beside the fire when it all fell into place, well
I had not written a word, a blank page staring in my face
You know I tried but found the effort too demanding
The words escaped from right under my nose
Please bear with me all I ask is that you should not laugh
Although it’s hard to stop now, I suppose?

Luckily for me, I had an ace here up my sleeve
Resounding still the melodies my head just can’t believe in
The same four tunes of war you said you’d heard and wanted more of
Perhaps we should have stayed in bed ‘til the feeling wore off?
You know I tried but found the effort too demanding
The words escaped from right under my nose
Please bear with me all I ask is that you should not laugh
Although it’s hard to stop now, I suppose?

Didn’t take long for the feeling to go a whisper a breath away
Seems wrong to be writing this song that fights every step of the way
J’ accuse

J’ accuse - I really must go now
The guilt must be yours for the day
I accuse myself of being tired and you for enforcing my stay
J’ accuse

You’re Sinking (When Drinking)

While we’re alone here thirsty and cold
I’m forced to admit it’s all just a bit insincere
Sad that you find me hopelessly dreaming
Obliged to concede that all that I need is a beer

Half-hearted whistling offers me comfort
Glancing behind I’m pleased that I find just as planned
I’m under control now; cheered just to see how
We drink up and yet we don’t let it get out of hand

Long Dark Road

Why do you make it hard, Lord? Why do you make it hard?
This long, dark road back home
Why do you make it hard, Lord? Why do you make it hard?
This long, dark road back home
I know I’m not a good man, I always tried my best
I put my faith in you now and hope you do the rest
Why do you make it hard, Lord?
This long, dark road back home

Why don’t you make it easy? Why don’t you make it easy?
This long, dark road back home
Why don’t you make it easy? Why don’t you make it easy?
This long, dark road back home
I know this is to test me, I know that I’m on trial
But I just need a helping hand to guide me for a while
Why don’t you make it easy?
This long, dark road back home

I know that it’s the end for me
But still I must believe
That I can cling on longer…
I might get a reprieve?
Why do you make it hard, Lord? Why do you make it hard?
This long, dark road back home
This long, dark road back home
This cold, dark road…

King of your world

Looking back on your face it seems it was all a dream
Never could have been – wake me up I’m sleeping
But there you are lying in my bed looking, oh, so fine
I swear that all the time I never knew what I was keeping

Hold on won’t you give me air
I’ve got to find out if that’s my body down there
Hold tight, well, here tonight
I need to make believe I’m King of your world

I took a chance and I touched you twice to make sure you were real
I can tell, by the way, that you feel like feeling free
Tried to remember everything I did, to make sure no mistake
Was ever going to take you away from me

Joe, lost

As I pull up my chair sit down to the food that’s there
I open up the day that lies before me
I could dance, I could sing, I could do most anything
But I’ll play the usual game of wait and see

Here I wait to be found just by following the sound
Echoes down the hall tell tale, reveal me
Singing in harmony, playing in a minor key
A major chord is struck, now I can see

Glass Bottle

‘So sad’ they say; too bad you won’t stay
So sad how they push you around
I’d like to tell you but I just can’t choose
Between the glass bottle and the man who keeps singing the Blues

You had your way; you said today
You said ‘No point in hanging round’
I’d like to tell you but I just can’t choose
Between the glass bottle and the man who keeps singing the Blues

Darkness & the Light

The way now stands before you, the options plain to see
It’s clear you’d like to leave this last decision up to me
You hand it seems to shake, your face is ashen white
The choice between the darkness and the light

You took the chance and it backfired, you crossed the open plain
Stepped amid the crossfire and could not turn again
You lie with little cover; you ask if you were right
The choice between the darkness and the light

Sad mistake my being here, I should have stayed away
The lost souls gather round me, wait to hear what I will say
But words will only fool them and take away their sight
The choice between the darkness and the light

A Sneaky Song

You say you flew with Braddock, well that’s OK
And how you wore your old school tie way down in Paraguay
How all your friends came back from Paris, France
Where Angelo taught then all a brand new dance
So when I see you in Miami, I’ll sing a sneaky song or two

You say you know how Cecil Turtle went off the rails
I heard a Vox Humana say ‘No more Vapour Trails’
The Clitheroe Kid, or so I understand,
Is a Country King since he became a man
So when I See You in Miami, I’ll sing a sneaky song or two

You say you know how Lopez got those shoes off his feet
You say you found a cure for the Prickly Heat
What happened to Bad Sneakin’ anyway?
You must have left it all in old LA
So when I see you in Miami, I’ll sing a sneaky song or two

Where are you now?

Where are you now? I don’t know, I don’t know
Where have you gone? I don’t know, I don’t know
When I woke up in the morning, I just didn’t have a clue
An empty space beside me where I once held on to you

It’s no mercy that you taught me
I’ve learned my lesson well
You won’t be coming back this way as far as I can tell

Where did it go? What we had, what we had
When did it start to go bad, to go bad?
Well I did not get a warning I never saw a sign
I replayed all we said and did and nearly lost my mind

Why did you run? I don’t know, I don’t know
Is it over and done? I don’t know, I don’t know
The best two lines you’ll ever hear come haunt me once again
Sear their way into m’ mind, brand me with your name

Knight to B3

Leaping, falling
From the sky yet never reaching ground
Calling
Never making contact, never found the meaning of the dream
No one ever answers to my scream

Getting faster
Higher too with each and every bound
Downward
Accelerating, still I’ve never found the meaning of the dream
No one ever answers to my scream

Methanol in his Madness

Tea at four; sits on bare wooden floor
Window pane though which he watches for
Chances to wave at the passers-by
Raises empty bottle, one more try
Methanol in his madness

Pain immense; blind drunk in every sense
No one calls except in his pretence
Slow, his speech; and now it’s slower still
Runs his day like every other will
Methanol in his madness

Park bench Lord of all that he surveys
Cider solace through these final days
All he craves is to forget the past
Why remember till he’s free at last
Methanol in his madness

Best Left…

Sinking your wine you sing one more time
Choruses we used to know
Your head says ‘let’s stay’ but your heart wants away
You just can’t make up your mind to go.
Past resurrection, no hope of redemption
No recollection of anything that’s real
It seems we depend on just how we feel

I look to you and you look to me
We just don’t care to fight with our minds
We’ve always the right to be wrong if we like
Decisions are so hard find.
Things we might say will come out the wrong way
You just can’t see what you have become
So let’s draw a line, make it final this time
It’s all best left, what’s done is done

Can’t Keep Still

Out there in Fairyland no one will let you do what you want to
Out there in Crazyland no one will let you feel what you want to
But I’m getting the hang of it now
Practice makes perfect and I’ll show you now
I just can’t keep still – I just can’t!

Way back in time I was hopelessly always trying my hardest
There in the dark I stood, thinking that you were always the greatest
Always the brunt of your razor-boy wit
I get excited when I think of it.
I just can’t keep still – I just can’t!

So long you suckers, now I’m going out for a piece of the action
So long you second rate posers, go look for the latest attraction
If you don’t like it well hard luck on you
I’m so worked up I just got to see it through
I just can’t keep still – I just can’t!

All the Way to Cathay

Though the path grow long, though the nights grow dark
And we can’t find our way
Through the void I could walk without stumbling
I can see all the way to Cathay

In the light where you stand, there before me
I, who have no words to say
I will search evermore for your treasure
I can see all the way to Cathay

Also on the double album - but with no lyrics, are the following instrumentals...

Test it & Tell

(was titled ‘Suck it & See’ on the original ‘Feeling the Ceiling’ vinyl LP)

Sherlock in Your Homes

Feeling the Ceiling

Horror Suite

  • Dr. Jekyll is Not Himself Today
  • Hyde and Shriek
  • Vlad to see you
  • Hyde once more
  • The Lunar Lugosi Effect
  • Lunch with Lurch
  • Rest in Pieces
  • Dracul’s Grave Expression
  • R-I-Prise

Jigalo (Revisited)

Grip the Nap

  • Cueing off
  • Safety Play
  • Kissing the Pink
  • The Century Break

All Luigi Lyrics & Music written by D. McFarlane
…except the opening riff of ‘Test it &Tell’

Eight of the above songs/instrumentals were on Luigi’s debut album ‘Feeling the Ceiling’ which was released as a Vinyl LP in 1978 - those tracks were...
Horror Suite, Turn & Walk Away, Jigalo, The End of Summer Cold, Suck it & See, The Last Supper, Feeling the Ceiling & J’Accuse
...though it must be noted that the 1978 vinyl LP version of ‘Last Supper’ was recorded without its middle, slow section - the lyric ending, on that version, with the final ‘Last orders they cry’.