She Came Along To Me EP – Billy Bragg & Wilco

1st January 1998
Billy Bragg & Wilco
Elektra (CD), 7559637402
Number of discs: 1

plus California Stars (Live from Late Night with Conan O’Brien)/My Thirty Thousand/Bugeye Jim/At My Window Sad And Lonely (Jeff Tweedy guitar solo version)

Ten hundred books could I write you about her
Because I felt if I could know her
I would know all women
And they’ve not been any too well known
for brains and planning and organised thinking
But I’m sure the women are equal
And they may be ahead of the men

Yet I wouldn’t spread such a rumor around
because one organises the other
And sometimes the most lost and wasted
attract the most balanced and sane
And the wild and the reckless take up
with the clocked and the timed
And the mixture is all of us
And we’re still mixing

But never, never, never,
Never could have it been done
If the women hadn’t entered into the deal
Like she came along to me

And all creeds and kinds and colors
of us are blending
Till I suppose ten million years from now
we’ll all be just alike
Same color, same size, working together
And maybe we’ll have all of the fascists
out of the way by then
Maybe so.

I’d like to rest my heavy head tonight
On a bed of California stars
I’d like to lay my weary bones tonight
On a bed of California stars

I’d love to feel your hand touching mine
And tell me why I must keep working on
Yes, I’d give my life to lay my head tonight
On a bed of California stars

I’d like to dream my troubles all away
On a bed of California stars
Jump up from my starbed and make another day
Underneath my California stars

They hang like grapes on vines that shine
And warm the lovers glass lke friendly wine
So, I’d give this world
just to dream a dream with you
On our bed of California stars

Paul Robeson he’s the man
That faced the Ku Klux Klan
On hollow grove’s golfing ground
His words come sounding!
And all around him there
To jump and clap and cheer
I sent the best, the best I had
My thirty thousand

The Klansman leader said
That Paul would lose his head
When thirty five thousand vets
Broke up that concert
But less than four thousand came
To side with the Klan!
But around Paul’s lonesome oak
(My thirty thousand)

A beersoaked brassy band
Did snortle around the grounds
Four hundred noblest souls
(Westchester’s manhood)!
They looked exactly like
Fleas on a tiger’s back;
Lost fish in the waters of
My thirty thousand!

If I get up and let you in
I lose my house and my home again
If I get up and try to come
I get sent back to the land I’m from
Back to the land I’m from

The cloud came low and the rain did pour
I hear your hand touch on my door
The rain has quit and the light of the moon
Shows you standing in my room
Standing in my room

Bugeye Jim, I can’t come
I can twist and turn, but I can’t come
I can ache and I can burn, but I can’t come
I woke up this morning with an aching brain
Hear you tap on my window pane

I look at you with a heavy head
I hear you sit down on my bed
The storm gets worse and my heart feels bare
I feel your fingers comb my hair
Feel you comb my hair

The mud it runs and the waters rise
I feel your hotkiss on my eyes
The rain it rained and the world did stir
I sing to you my lovesick word
I sing to you my lovesick word

Bugeye Jim, I can’t come
I can twist and turn, I can’t come
I can ache and I can burn, but I can’t come
I woke up this morning with an aching brain
Hear you tap on my window pane

At my window sad and lonely,
oft times do I think of thee
Sad and lonely and I wonder
do you ever think of me?

Every day is sad and lonely
every night is sad and blue
Do you ever think of me my darling
as you sail that ocean blue?

At my window, sad and lonely,
I stand and look across the sea
I, sad and lonely,
wonder, do you ever think of me?

Will you find another sweetheart
In some far and distant land?
Sad and lonely now I wonder if
our boat will ever land?

Ships may ply the stormy ocean
planes may fly the stormy sky
Sad and lonely but remember
I will love you till I die

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