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Darling I'm lost Adrift in the dark I'm clutching your words to my vampire heart once more So let in the light, turn me to dust If it don't end in bloodshed dear It's probably not love Here we are in the darkest place My reflection shows only your face Something is found Something is lost Went looking for clues in the streets of old New York And I spilled someone's blood I broke someone's heart again someone you know you're looking at him, my friend And the people in our lives We all leave behind Leave behind Here we are, in the darkest place To keep from forgetting I picture your face And i wonder While we count the cost Which is sweeter; Love or it's loss So i curse you, My vampire heart For letting me love you Love you For letting me love you From the start [ My Vampire Heart ] |
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Theres still a little bit of your taste in my mouth Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt its still a little hard to say whats going on There's still a little bit of your ghost your weakness There's still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed You step a little closer each day and i can't see whats going on Still a little bit of your song in my ear there's still a little bit of your words I long to hear you step a little closer to me so close that I can't see whats going on [ Sadly Beautiful ] |
In the spirit of Johnny Cash I’ve written to Bush and Blair in an attempt to be the first person to do a gig in Guantanamo, I’ve got the black suit and everything, but I’ve yet to hear back. They probably figure there’s enough torture taking place there without Tom McRae songs drifting miserably through the razor wire.
So a new record is being hatched, sat on by a fluffy new hen of a record company, and the organic and free-range produce will be available at a farmers’ market near you before too long. Vegetarians,Vegans, Fruitarians and the otherwise morally and health conscious among you will have discovered the many readily available Tom McRae-flavoured, tofu-based meat substitutes that are currently flooding the market. Although the recommended daily intake of such music has yet to be decided, we advise a cautious approach, especially when force-feeding the young.
I wonder if we are no longer consumers of culture, but more like Foie Gras geese, awaiting the insertion of the funnel with a bizarre and not-unpleasurable anticipation. I also wonder if I’m not getting out as much as I should. Anyway, a news section is soon to be added, keeping you up-to-date with all the things I’m not doing right now, and the photo section is coming back. Er…and other exciting things that are almost certainly just about to happen. Any minute. Really. And I’ve also got a solo gig lined up, but telling you about it would only spoil the anticipation. P.S this is me, portrait of the artist as scruffy git. Notice the type-writer, denoting aesthetic sensibility combined with literary pretension. None of your new-fangled lap-tops here. The guitar in the background, showing my profession for those still in doubt, and also demonstrating my enduring and poetic faith in the endless possibilities of a bit of wood and wire. The torn jeans, which pose the question: ‘is he poor or just unfashionable?’ The bare feet: in touch with his hippy roots…. Or again, just poor. The glass with almost certainly too much vodka in – look I’m bohemian, with no self-regard for my liver. And finally, the tortured look. Or am I just dealing with a pesky hang nail. Next time you see a picture of a musician/actor/politician, see if you can play spot the ridiculous sub-text. And you thought someone just caught me in an unguarded moment of genuine thoughtfulness. Ha. PPS… like I said, I’m not getting out much. www.tommcrae.com |
No one can make you feel inferior without your consent. [Eleanor Roosevelt]
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