Police Dog Lyrics

A selection of lyrics from songs on the latest PDH album 'Westward Ho!'

THUNDERHEADS

I am a foundling sinner born I know not where
From a box on a station I was taken into care
And I grew high, up from low
Right now, I got no place to go

The first people that had me gave me back within the day
And for the second time I was given away

The air is getting warmer, the days are getting long
I got just the right amount of nothing going on

Someday I’ll find someone this I know
To sooth and smooth the creases in my soul
Take me high, up from low

See the thunderheads approaching
Where the sky meets the sea
On two legs of lightning - you do not frighten me!

Ghosts of the Wilderness,
Beasts of the sea, you do not frighten me……..

Ghosts of the Wilderness,
Beasts of the sea, you do not frighten me……..

ONE SIZE FITS ALL

A broken heart ain’t front page news
Everybody’s heard them lovesick blues
Love was bomb you could not defuse
Two wires and you cut the wrong one
In a suit of lights or a horse hair shirt
Tell the world how much you’re hurt,
Lie on the couch, pull the curtains,
‘Coz this ain’t supposed to be fun

When it comes to heartache, when it comes to pain
When it gets to be your time to fall,
If you’re high and holy, great or small
When it comes to heartache,
One size fits all

Well you know they’re not sympathetic,
They’re telling your friends you’re so pathetic
There ain’t gonna be no anaesthetic when Cupid pulls out his dart
Heartache’s big but it ain’t clever, don’t blame the moon, don’t blame the weather
So when you coming back babe? How about never?
Cos never’s working for me

Cos when it comes to heartache, when it comes to pain
When it gets to be your time to fall,
You might come down slowly, you might hit the wall
When it comes to heartache
One size fits all

WEST COUNTRY BOY

I was born in Chittlehamholt, upstairs in the Willow Tree
Raised in a room in Ilfracombe with a view of the surf and sea
Straight out of Bude, to Bodmin I will go
And I’ll be bound for Plymouth Sound and Westward Ho!

For the sound of the fiddle and the mandolin, banjo and accordion
The wheeze of the harmonium in a public house in Fowey
The bass is loud, there’s a bang on the snare in a village hall somewhere
Back before you know it, I’m a West Country Boy
I’ll be back before you know it, I’m a West Country Boy

Pulled a good crowd in Melksham, then the drummer disappeared
He came back in Redruth, said he’d pulled a girl in Mere
She was a mermaid or maybe the fairy queen
Took him to a galaxy where he had never been

For the sound of the fiddle and the mandolin, the banjo and accordion
The wheeze of the harmonium in a public house in Fowey
The bass is loud, there’s a bang on the snare in a village hall somewhere
Back before you know it, I’m a West Country Boy
I’ll be back before you know it, I’m a West Country Boy

For the stronger constitution, there’s an all night petrol station
Selling curried pasties and cigarettes
Tried to check into the motel, south of Bristol
But the sign says 'No musicians and no pets'

For the sound of the fiddle and the mandolin, the banjo and accordion
The wheeze of the harmonium, in a public house in Fowey
The bass is loud, there’s a bang on the snare in a village hall somewhere
Back before you know it, I’m a West Country Boy
I’ll be back before you know it, I’m a West Country Boy.
La la lie la la lie..

ST LUCIE’S DAY

These days I find that my flame it don’t climb so high
Or burn so hot
The twin fires of hope and desire burn down
And bring back the things that I love about spring

Shoot out the moon, kill the stars, stop the tides
Shut down the breathing heart of the beast
That trapped me inside

Well goodbye September, we’ll blow on the embers
And turn ourselves to the light
Nature's urges and violent surges rage
A sleep that we’ll wake from, winter's deep

I’m busted and I'm beat and I’m bruised and I’m broken in two
To tell you the truth I suppose
I’m still waiting for you…

The stars are just stars, and through the blue hours
They don’t wait to be asked on St Lucie's Day
We’ll be dust in the weeds, carried home on the breeze, Bring back the sun
On St Lucie’s Day

In the worst of the night, when the stars make you wait and the wild pigs come
With their wild ideas and they're grinding their teeth right down to the bone
But the winter that held me so tight in her arms must end
The winter that held me so tight in her arms is letting go
On St Lucie’s Day

The stars are just stars, through the blue hours
They don’t wait to be asked on St Lucie’s Day
And the world is still here, as the morning draws near, bring back the sun on St Lucie’s Day
We’ll be dust in the weeds, carried home on the breeze, bring back the sun on St Lucie’s Day
The stars are just stars, through the blue hours,
Won’t you bring back the sun on St Lucie’s Day

HOME

When they take you down, you don’t have the choice
And you lose your will, you lose your voice
Frozen days, time is all you’ve got
A shadow falls, behind these walls

Now the thorn's in bloom like cannon fire
Distant sails like wool on wire
Where seagulls sit, one on every pole
And the sun burns out and the breakers roll

Home, is where they have to let you in
Home, is where they have to let you in
Home, will always call you back again
When it all goes wrong

Outside it’s dark but the time runs free
The world moves on but not for me
And a light still comes from a star that died
And it leads me on, and it still shines on…

Home, is where they have to let you in
Home, is where they have to let you in
Home, will always call you back again
When it all goes wrong...