OUT ALL NIGHT- LYRICS
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Out All Night
Here are all the Lyrics and some of the chords for our ‘Out All Night’ album and the ‘Harry Met Charlie’ EP.
All songs are composed by Nick Turner and Findlay Napier and published by Watercolour Music unless otherwise stated.
George
Standard Tuning- Capo 3- D shapes
He would fight with his fists if he could
Chop them down like bits of wood
They were facing a dancer, learning the music
It was a free education, I’m sure they could use it
Chorus: Friday and Saturday night for George is all about fighting
Friday and Saturday night for George is all about fighting
Frightening the schoolies in their best weekend get up
He’d steal the birds from the boy’s who were too pissed to…
Get it up, get it on
He’d take them down the woods if the rain was on
Chorus
He’d do his usual and wind up the police
They’d beat him up, their weekly release
Fry up delivered to his bedside in the cell
Later they’d run him home, understanding that he’d fell
Chorus
Sunday night, town’s full of ghosts
Sleeping off hangovers and roasts
A quick one, a chaser, the police are in bed
Looks like shanks pony tonight, time to head
Chorus
They found him in a clearing he was wandering and dazed
He’d seen her all about him he was babbling and crazed
She’s opened her eyes and he’d seen right in
The music had surrounded him, he’d felt it from within
He had blisters on his feet and his arms were in pain
They’d danced the length of Strathspey in the rain
Now Friday and Saturday night for George is all about dancing
Now Friday and Saturday night for George is all about dancing
He hits the floor of a Saturday night
The girls cluster round him their skirts are so tight
And he walks them home through the woods I suppose
You can see them in the early Sunday morning looking for their clothes
Chorus:
He’s such a Sweetie
Drop D- Capo 2- D shapes
He moved in here a week ago
Typecast guy her mother would love her to know
He’s such a sweetie I hope he’ll go
She likes his cooking better than mine
He always buys expensive bottles of wine
He’s such a sweetie I hope he’ll go
Oh well done you’ve cleaned the kitchen I can see through that
Tidied up the garden, bought a new front door mat
You’re trying to steal her away I’ll put a stop to that
The tenner that went missing from her purse
I blamed it on him, made him look worse
Then he takes her out to dinner, gives her a rose
She thinks I’m always moody, is it cos I’m jealous
He’s such a sweetie I hope he’ll go
In my front room I’m no longer the greatest singer
She says his songs make her weep and quiver
Well I used his lyrics to light the fire
And shrunk all his clothes in the tumble drier
He’s such a sweetie I hope he’ll go
I hope that he gets famous And tops himself
She’ll grieve for the papers And pick me back of the shelf
He’s such a sweetie I hope he does
Their shagging kept me up all last night
The neighbours called the police they thought there’d been a fight
He’s even good in be I hope he’ll go
Yesterday they noticed I looked a little down
Maybe I should be finding a place of my own
He’s such a sweetie I hope he’ll go
He’s such a sweetie one of us will have to go
Mo’s All Night Cafe
Standard Tuning- D
It’s cold in the cafe at 1 am
Graveyard still now the fridge’s packed in
It’s usually round now her regulars appear
So she turns up the heating and lines up the beers
Her first in is late dressed in old working clothes
Shirt hanging out boots worn at the toes
This frost will be the death of me I walked down the road
And I can’t grip this glass. My hands are so cold.
Mo likes the way that he walks like he’s been in the saddle
Mo likes the way that he talks of the romance of travel
Another arrival clutching a book
That changed his life this week after only one look
Mo you should read this, he rolls fags from a pouch
It’s all about someone who doesn’t get out much
Mo likes the way his eyes follow when she turns her back
Mo likes the way that he doesn’t do fiction only fact
Just like a mouse eyes brimming with tears
Heady mix of alcohol childhood and fears
Her baggage wouldn’t fit on a flat bed truck
Hypochondriac, paranoid down on her luck
Mo likes the way that she nurses her drink in her hand
Mo likes the way she describes her ultimate man
Daylight appears still a distance away
It’s time we were off, “It’s alright you can stay”
They all leave together. They don’t leave a tip
Mo likes the way that they all fill the café with life
Mo likes the way that they visit her every night
Mo likes they way that they wait with her till they see light
Mo likes the way that they vanish like ghosts in the night!
Mo likes the way that they vanish
The Battle of Corrymuckloch
Melody by Findlay Napier, Lyrics Trad. Arr Napier, Frame, Millar, Jennings
Standard Tuning- Capo 5- G shapes
December on the twenty first a party o oor Scottish Greys
Gaed up amang oor mountaineers some whisky from them for to seize
Wi sword and pistol by their side they thocht to mak a bold attack
And a they wanted was to seize poor Donald wi his Smuggled drap
The Gauger and his Grays cam on and they poor Donald did suroon
He says your whisky I maun seize by virtue of the British Crown
Hoot Toot quo Donlad no sae fast ye ken the whisky is her nain
She fearna you nor your grey horse nor yet yer muckle bearded men
Dirrim a doo a doo a do
Dirrima Doo a daddy O
And a they wanted there to find
Was Donald and his smuggled Drap
Then Donald and his men drew up and Donald he did gie command
An a’ the arms poor Donald had was just a stick in ilka hand
When Donald an’ his boys drew up a guid stane wall was at their back
Sae when their sticks tae splinters went wi stanes they made their bold attack
An ere the action it was o’er there fell a horseman on the plain
Quo Snady unto Donald syne- Ye’ve killed ane o the bearded men
But up he gat an left his horse an’ straight tae Amurlee he flew
And left the rest tae dae their best as they were left at Waterloo
But Donald an his men stuck fast an’ garr’d the beardies quit the field
The Gauger he wis thumped weel afore his pride wad let him yield
Then Donalds men they a’ cried oot ye filthy nasty gauger loon
If ye cam back ye’ll ne’er win hame, to see your Auchterarder toon
(The verse we didn’t use)
An when the battle it was o’er and not a horseman to be seen
Quo Donald syne unto his men Ye’ll sit ye a’ doon on the green
For noo ma lads we’ll hae a took shust o the gear sic likes we hae
Quo Donald but I’m sure they got a filthy hurry doon the brae
Out All Night
Standard Tuning
Old men in doorways huddled in coats
Pillar for pillow bottle and smoke
Flagstones reflecting restaurant lights
Behind glass friends discuss TV stars plight
CHORUS:
I’ve been out all night looking for you
Crossed town at midnight please give me a clue
I’ve been out all night
Clubs are turned out queues in the street
Girls holding high heels massage their feet
Boyfriend fights boyfriend fights passer-by
Burst nose at Central an eye for an eye.
CHORUS:
MIDDLE 8
West end to Hope Street don’t drop the pace
There’s rumours and whispers don’t loose the place
River to high street walked it again
And I’ve been out all night…
The hookers are pacing up on Blythswood St
Most of them look like they’ve had more sex than sleep
Hard up and hungry don’t look in their eyes
War paint and stockings shames old disguise
CHORUS:
I’ve been out all night looking for you
Crossed town at midnight please give me a clue
I’ve been out all night and I’ve yet to meet you
I’ve been out all night and I’ve never met you
Point of No Return
Standard Tuning
She didn’t love him exactly
So she waited sensibly
For a man a serious view on life
Who had money and needed a wife
But he never came along
So she played straight man to a clown
Chorus:
Way Past Ever Present
No Future Well Past
The point of no return
Way Past Ever Present
No Future Well Past
The point of no return
In the back row of a photograph
Cross eyed and capering for a laugh
He left the school before it began
Never showed up for final exams
Unemployable reckless mess
Chorus:
Self proclaimed university of life success
Middle 8:
Screwed right tight
She set his very soul alight
Now only embers remain
She’s chokes at the mention of his name
The passengers ignore her tears politely
They just see another casualty
Of over work and over play
Read the paper get on with the day
They dare not read between the lines
Too afraid of what they might find
Chorus:
A Wee Drappie O’t
Trad. Arr Napier, Frame, Millar, Jennings
Drop D- Capo 2 – D Shapes
This life is a journey we a’ hae tae gang
An’ care is the burden we cairry alang
Though heavy be oor burden an’ poverty oor lot
We’ll be happy a’thegither o’er a wee drappie o’t
O’er a wee drappie o’t o’er a wee drappie o’t
We’ll be happy a’thegither o’er a wee drappie o’t
The trees are a’ stript o’ their mantles sae green
The leaves o’ the forest nae langer are seen
For winter is here wi’ it’s cauld icy coat
And we’ve a’ met thegither o’er a wee drappie o’t
O’er a wee drappie o’t o’er a wee drappie o’t
And we’ve a met thegither o’er a wee drappie o’t
Job in his lamentations said man wis made tae mourn
And there’s nae such thing as pleasure frae the cradle tae the urn
But in his meditations he surely had forgot
The pleasure man enjoys o’er a wee drappie o’t
O’er a wee drappie o’t o’er a wee drappie o’t
The pleasure man enjoys o’er a wee drappie o’t
The Note
V1 In between the shopping lists and bills I found her note
Between menus, junk mail on an unused card for her to vote
A loaf, the papers, milk and eggs if you find this I am dead
There’s nothing here for me to love I’m hanging by a thread
CH1 On with my jacket, head on down the street
I could do without the hassle and god forbid I’ll meet
Her and all the others, there have been one or two
That tried to flag me down as I was passing through
Last night her fish and chip shop hands were gently pressed in yours
And though you couldn’t find it there was something there for sure
Sheltered in a bus stop crowds move before your feet
Her head falls to your shoulder you move closer share the heat
CH2 On with my jacket, head on down the street
I could do without the hassle and god forbid I’ll meet
Her and all the others, there have been one or two
That tried to flag me down as I was passing through
M8: Left their lives shattered I was not aware
Left their hearts in tatters
Cleanliness she said is next to early Sunday mornings
As she stepped amid the heaps of clothes and let midday through the curtains
I see you found my note she calls, then showers with the door open
You hear snippets from the musicals in a voice that’s low and broken
CH3 Oh dear me what’s a poor boy to do
She’s not like all the others, and I’m not just passing through
On with my jacket, head down on the street
She saw right through me I’m just like all the other guys she meets
Her and all the others there have been one or two
I tried to flag them down but they were passing through
Lambkin
Trad. Arr Napier, Frame, Millar, Jennings
Standard Tuning
1 Lambkin was as guid a mason as ever hewed a stane
He built lord Wearie’s castle and payment got nane
2 The lord said tae the lady e’er he gaed abroad
Beware o’ Lambkin that lives in yonder wood
3 But the nurseie was as faus a limmer as e’er hung on a tree
She laid a plot wi Lambkin when the lord was ower the sea
4 She laid a plot wi lambkin when the servants were awa
Let him in let a little wee windae in and brought him tae the ha
5 Whaur’s the lady o this hoose that ca’s me Lambkin
She’s in her bower sowin but we’s soon can bring her doon
6 Lambkin’s taen a lang knife that hung doon by his gare
An he has gien yon bonnie bairn a deep wound and a sair
7 Lambkin he rocked and the faus nurseie sang
And frae ilkea bore o the cradle the red blood oot it ran
8 And oot spak the lady at the tap o the stair
What ails my bairn nursie that he’s greetin sae sair
9 Still the bairn nursie still him wi the bell
He’ll no be still lady till ye cam doon yersel
10 Still the bairn nursie still him wi the pap
He’ll no be still nursie for this nor for that
11 The first step she steppet she steppet on a stane
The neist steppen she steppet she met wi Lambkin
12 O mercy mercy lambkin hae mercy upon me
Ye hae ta’en ain son let me be
13 O sall I kill her nursie or sall I let her be
Aye kill her kill her Lambkin for she ne’er was guid tae me
14 Scour the basin nursie scour it fair and clean
For the lady’s hearts blood for she comes o noble kin
15 Twa three months had past and gane Lord weary he cam hame
Aye and dowie was his heart when first he cam in
16 Whas blood is this he says that lies in my chaulmer
It is yer lady’s hearts blood it’s as clear as the lammer
17 Whas blood is this he says that lies in ma ha
It is yer bairns hearts blood it’s clearest of a’
18 Bonnie bonnie sang the lintie oot o a thorny tree
But sair grat Lambkin when he was condemed to dee
19 And bonny bonny sang the mavis oot o her thorny break
But sair grat the nursie when burnin at the stake
A Son of the Circus
Drop D – D shapes
V1 Sparks fly from The Whip, amidst screams of anticipation.
The music from the carousel competes with the generators.
The Fairground’s happed in mist, and it’s a tired and faded creation
And from the boxing booth a cheer, a local hero in the making?
CH So it’s seconds out, spit in the pail,
Rise to your feet, start swinging ‘till the bell.
If the pipes were playing it would be “The Ladies from Hell”
You’re a son of the circus, my son.
You don’t throw in the towel.
V2 If your life is spent on the ropes, across a canvas broad and bloody
Even a child knows winning and hope lasts longer than love or money
Baiting the bear like bees around the ring,
It’s been a long time since he felt their sting.
Too proud and too old to learn to stay down,
What’s a few more fights in a few more towns?
CH …You don’t know how to fail
M8 My fathers hand in mind, his face in cool appraisal.
Where does the rage come from?, where does it go?
V3 Sparks fly from The Whip, amidst screams of anticipation.
The music from the carousel competes with the generators.
The Fairground’s happed in mist, and it’s a tired and faded creation
And from the boxing booth a cheer, another hero takes a beating.
CH So it’s seconds out, spit in the pail,
Rise to your feet, start swinging ‘till the bell.
If the pipes were playing it would be “The Ladies from Hell”
You’re a son of the circus, my son.
So it’s seconds out, spit in the pail,
Rise to your feet, start swinging ‘till the bell.
If the pipes were playing it would be “The Ladies from Hell”
You don’t throw in the towel.
You don’t know how to fail
You’re a son of the circus, my son.
Just Me and You
Standard Tuning- Capo 5- C shapes
VERSE 1
The ballroom is dusty and well past its best.
The poster is squint on the wall.
In the fading light the dancers arrive,And the band strike up once more
VERSE 2
Waltzing with mother is a Sunday re-treat,
To a world still full of grace.
She groans when I lead with my two left feet,
But she smiles when I say
CHORUS
Put on your best dress and your old dancing shoes,
Take hold my arm as there’s nothing to lose,
Save the aches and the pains; and they’ll fade away.
Then it’s just me and you
VERSE 3
The band plays for me as I get to my feet
It’s a bar of “Send in the Clowns
”We laugh and we dance, it’s a funny romance,
The band, my mum and me
CHORUS
As your colour fades from brown to grey,
I’d be lying if I thought it would change,
That the band could stop playing and that we could sit this one out.
VERSE 4
A two step with memories, a waltz for the rest.
I’m sure that’s how it seems.
But as we twist and we birl all I see is the girl,
That my dad must have seen.The band strike up once more
CHORUS
When Harry Met Charlie
When Harry met Charlie it was a holiday romance
Neither had seen their likes before it would surely be her chance
To be swept off her feet bid the island life farewell
Was he to be the man to bring her out of her shell
Her family can see she’s carried away
Charlie’s her darling till the end of her days
CHORUS
She’s been passed from pillar to post
Been knocked around seen more than most
She still remembers the first time they met
It’s been a long time (my love) still no regrets
Tired and alone each evening she wonders will it be alright
To close her eyes and start dreaming, will she be in his arms tonight
With her island life behind her she settled down to find
The ties that used to bind them, loosen then unwind
Fame and fortune followed as he took a world stage
His work was received with both rapture and rage
Whilst his life comes on in leaps and bounds
She’s plodding over the same old ground
CHORUS:
When Harry met Charlie it was a holiday romance
Neither had seen their like before it wasn’t just by chance
Now she’s an old lady and he is long dead
The life long romance still swims in her head
Folk come to see her they don’t know what to say
Few know her story or the part that she played
CHORUS:

