Brad Pickersgill

Brad Pickersgill

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Plus One Records
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Lyrics

White Smoke Black Hearts

Written By: Brad Pickersgill

White Smoke, Black Hearts
(B. Pickersgill)

It’s too hard to see as the wheels touch down \ ‘Cause the poppies grow tall in this here ole town \ Red mud and powder, aluminium tin \ This is my blood, and this is my sin

White fabric filters, so comfortably sewn \ What happened to you when left on your own \ I see your white smoke, but I curse your black heart

Just a city born dreamer just too far from home \ I gave you my heart, sank like a stone \ So listen up daughter there’s tales to be told \ Of commodities bought and
commodities sold

Those mid-western beauties, those southern bred men \ They’ll never know you like I knew you then \ I see you white smoke, but I curse your black heart

And as the warning lights fell, down Shoalwater Bay \ That’s when I knew there was no other way \ The look in your eyes, the filth in my head \ Just like the night you
crawled into my bed \ I touched your white skin, but I curse your black heart

The Fall

Written By: Brad Pickersgill

The Fall
(B. Pickersgill)

So I went down to 9th Street, just to find myself a bed \ With thoughts of self-destruction, still ringin’ in my head \ These pockets full of pills \ Are gonna get me through these drills \ Oh what a wretched fool I’ve been

But I’m not going back to Broadway, the lights don’t burn there anymore \ Ever
since that fall you went away \ And all your enemies are lying, bleeding, crying on the floor \ They never even knew you anyway

So I went back to Blondie’s, just to find myself a brew \ But the pictures on the back wall just reminded me of you \ Oh these disconnected fears The tin whistle in my ears \ Oh what a wretched fool I’ve been

But I’m not going back to Brooklyn, the boys don’t play in the park no more \ Ever since that fall you went away \ And all your enemies are lying, bleeding, crying on the floor \ They never even knew you anyway

Got a hundred thousand chills \ For three hundred and forty kills \ Oh what a wretched fool I’ve been

There’s a movement at the station, its somethin’ quite assured \ But the rumours of our passing, are somewhat premature