“The Day You Stopped Dancing” EP Lyrics

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“THE DAY YOU STOPPED DANCING”

By Ian Bell, BMI 2011

The day you stopped dancing

I stole the keys to the hall

Swapped the bees wax for petrol

Turned on the mirror ball

Dowsed down the floor like the tide was coming in

Hit the lights, struck the match

And watched the flames, dancing

Chorus

We used to glide crossed the floor

You should have seen us

Now the flames leap so high

Just like ballerinas

Padlocked and chained the emergency door

And the timbers they crack just for applause

Tonight I dance alone; tonight I’m on my own

The day you stopped dancing

You threw your shoes away

Piled your dresses in the garden,

and burnt them that day

Shut off your ears

until the music disappeared

This day was coming

I always feared

Chorus

We used to glide crossed the floor

You should have seen us

Now the flames leap so high

Just like ballerinas

Padlocked and chained the emergency door

And the timbers they crack just for  applause

Tonight I dance alone, tonight I’m on my own

“If this is what you get?”

Ian Bell  BMI 2011

There’s 24 now but there will be eight

The memo fly’s around the room creased into a paper plane

Falls in your tied worn hands, the clock ticks at an astonishing rate

There’s swing shifts, middle shifts, and double shifts

Early lates, nocturnal night shift for you to take

Just to keep this roof above our heads

Because they say it will rain again

Up to the wire, and there dropping like flies

Getting crushed in to the worn brown carpet tiles

Pressures on and the sweats inhuman

As the results of the last eight fly in

My Fathers a smart man he gets through

Raises his hands triumphantly to the florescent tubes

Pressures on not to cause an alarm

There’s a pain in his heart chasing down his left arm

Sweat pours from your face, they said it would rain

Pale as the corridors there pushing you in

And the wheels of the bed spin round

In an agonizing sound

There 24 now but there will be eight

24 now but there will be eight

The memo fly’s around the room

Creased in to a plane

Chorus

It’s a long way from home

When you might not have one

And you fall as sleep in your mother’s warm arms

And the company’s broken your father in two

And your mother says son, run, go get the glue

Well stick him back together like he used to be

 While he sleeps like a baby on the settee

If this is what you get

After all that you gave

“A Long Ways Away”

Ian Bell  BMI 2011

Rumor has it you made a rod for your own back

Sweated the small stuff, it rusted then cracked

Bled through your shirt and that traveling coat

That never had seen further than the end of the road

Invisible shackles,

These distances planned

I could hear the chains a clinking

In your conversation

 Maps plastered round your walls to keep you sain

But you only ever traveled to work then home again

Everything procured and accounted for

Laid out on a rug that covered eighty percent of the floor

A traveling bag one hundred pockets or more but no room for a return ticket I’m sure

Mentioned your plans once too often they say

How you would hoist up the calico and sail away

Fell on deaf ears but I did hear them say how the job for life will kill you before the wind blows you away

Your landlord he used his skeleton key

Pushed the door open so everybody could see

There’s an empty chair in a vacant room seen

As barren as the deserts that hes now walking in

Chorus

 And all this time you dreamt like a king

Ran your fingers around the counties

Pushed the colored pins in

Muttering under your breath you know I will be there soon

I’ll leave an empty chair in a vacant room

And you’ll be a long ways away

 You’ll be a long ways away

 You’ll be a long ways away

And come and look at his face disappearing without a trace

Without a trace

“Shrink To Fit”

Ian Bell BMI 2011

I do what you do, and I do what you say

And I ride what you ride

And I eat what you waste

See me smile

There is a list

Am I on, am I off

Blind folded drunk up against the firing squad

See me smile

Here is the rope, so where is the knot

The faster I fell the tighter it got

See me smile

Fickle you tie your fickle shoes

With the pied piper everybody follows you

See me smile

There is the smoke, so where is the spark

Rub two people together, the fire starts

See me smile

I did what you did

I did what you said

And look at me now three thousand miles away

Chorus

But I will give you the shirt off of my back

But not the skin of these bones

The emperor’s old clothes were too tight

Deaf and illiterate, label said shrink to fit

I see a fine line

I see a chalk line

When it rains it washes the rules away

I see a fine line

I see a chalk line

When it rains, it washes the rules away

You got to shrink to fit

You got to shrink to fit

You got to shrink to fit

“Springs”

Ian Bell   BMI 2011

Well they handed him to you at five and twenty minutes past two, January, two years shy of the Nineteen seventy’s .

You held him up into the light while they administered stitches in to your wife, she had been in the near room to death in a National Health Hospital.

Oh but I won the bet, I got a son and heir head to wet, the cigars are in the car, those boys are waiting on me,

Oh but when I return I’ll have a list as long as my arm for everything I did not achieve in life but he will now for me.

I can show you the mold I can show you the mold.

And at the age of Five he was a happy healthy child he played with his Sisters toys loved flowers in vases.

 Father wasn’t happy with that but his Mother said hell out grow it, Just like any mother, she just loved her boy.

Double his age to ten he was back at the Doctors  for a check up again, he said Doctor, there’s something not right with my boys mind, the Doctor said Mr. G, he seems like a happy healthy boy to me, he’s got a good heart listen close you can hear it beating stronger.

I can show you the mold, I can show you the mold.

 Chorus

They say he’s got Springs on his toes

He says he’s got Springs on his Sole

He says I don’t chose who I Love

But you, You chose who you loath.

I’ve been told I got a good heart

Can you hear it

Beating stronger

Beating louder

And at the age of fifteen he was caught in the arms of his best friend and it spread like wild fire through the brick built council estates.

Father hung his head in shame, stamping out fires that burnt his name, and in the public houses you could hear a pin drop.

Come along sweet sixteen  back in the arms of the same best friend everything he owned few out the window on to the frosted pavement, his father said look in to my eye see this house is not your home now so don’t you dare tippy toes a crossed the threshold.

I see cracks in the mold see those cracks in the mold.

And the years slipped away and his wife she became his slave all the pictures taken down and hidden in Clarks shoe boxes.

Then a letter was read to say that the boys had adopted a son that day who played with plastic guns and loved silver spacemen.

At the news of that his wife she began to pack followed her apron strings to the boys spare room, lived happily ever after died in the summer with loving arms a crossed her shoulder blades.

I see no cracks in the mold; I see no cracks in the mold

His father sits in a chair, stars at the television and the walls that are bare,  there’s no love in his veins to keep his heart beating,

They carried him in to the light at five and twenty minutes past midnight two years shy

Of the twenty first century.

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