Split - Barry Adamson
Without further ado (or a don't)
Allow me to impose myself upon you
I'm El Deludo
Oscar De La Soundtrack
Mr Moss Side Gory
From Rusholme with blood
That's me H P
Harry Pendulum the last of the big-time swingers
I'm livin' off a theme
The cold war reality
Takes the subtle shape of
Bridges and houses and pitches
And ditches and vampires
And witches an itch in my britches
Requiring some stitches and central control says
That I gotta go I can't hide in the snow
I stand down in the dark and I passed as a master
That thinks a lot faster than I give him credit
Which raises my limit I'd rather not split it
But truth in my soul
Is the notion that I'm gonna SPLIT
But look
Over there
What light through yonder windscreen breaks
Steering the wheels of this tired old jalopy
Onward and upward into desire
It's simply majestic and my English Breakfasts
Slip through my fingers like slivers of ice
Cooling my burnt out brow-beaten brow
To breathe again sweet river
Sparkling shades of chestnut burnished copper and jade
And in the moonlight once you've cast your shadow aside
Decide you're the one you wanted to be
Question: who did it
Answer: me
Shrewdiness abounds
The man with the golden arm erican excess card
Primo de primo
And splat goes the God damn
Goodbye cucaracha
See y'around like a Russeau
If you feel with blind hue
Fivers and divers and wheelers
And dealers my baby says
Maybe so maybe soleil be
And gives me a look
I give me a left hook follow through with a right
That has plenty of bite
And the day is a cinch though I'm tempted
To flinch with the thought
That I may or in no better way and the concrete
And clay that I pound from the grey
Disappears from my view
With the notion that I'm gonna splt
And all of Ethiopia awaits for me
But I don't got a passport
So I guess it's that time that we gotta
Pass the port
Oh please do forgive me JFT
I mean uh
Pass the port of Saints
And take a good long look
Into my face
What do you make
Yeah that's right
I'm of mixed race
No no no y'know
I don't mean like ah an Englishman
A Scotsman and a Negro
And a Russian all ah competing
Against each other in some significant track
And field event
But then again
And this is where things really come into play
An extremely important part of the process you see
If all of those guys ain't on the same team too
Or if uh one of them like you know
Even just one of them makes a dumb pass
Then that's me
Split
Completely undone
Half of me one
And half of me none
No longer whole
Just one gaping hole
Shot right through to my shotten-through soul
Oh God perish the thoughts
'Cause next thing you know
And this is like uh really where it is
It's just like Meinl said
There's a light at the end of the tunnel
And when you see it it means
That you're dead pop
