Well I was once the Jack upon the hill
the ground i stood on .. felt that thrill
yea i was once the Jack upon that hill
felled by a tree? that couldn’t have been me
once i was the jack upon the hill
(never seemed to hurt himself he never seemed to hurt himself)
my folded arms was more than just a look
(especially at the business end especially at the business end)
Now we know the meaning of the end of the numbers
now we know the meaning of the end of the days
now we know the meaning of the end of the numbers
count down to the end of our days
Now that we can feel how the travesties of time and
now that we can feel how little we have done
count on our fingers how many summers we have left
and count down to the end of the days
(lets run to the end of our days)
(fleeting is the damned freeing up the damned
disturbing all this dust with a whoosh of a hand
admit you would’ve jumped admit you’ve jumped
well if that roach would’ve landed on you)
crash and bore miles beneath the ground
with my spag clean boots to the center of the world
No more Jack upon the hill
(now he seems to hurt himself always seems to hurt him self)
well it was Ha Ha them and now it’s Ha Ha me
(well it was Ha Ha them and now it’s Ha Ha me)
it was Ha Ha them now it’s Ha Ha me
(it was Ha Ha them now it’s Ha Ha me)
Other lyrics by Peter Black Solo:
All This Chocolate Is Making You Sleepy
Trembling now.. all the chocolate has made you sleepy the chocolate is making you sleepy ya pit pat is slowing down can you force the day another hour can we last another …
Another Day at the Cafe
Can’t you see that i get it i get it two moths near the ears and just the smell of off pastries and crazies that run on different gears there’s new scratches …
Clap Ya Hands
Come along clap ya hands and join in on our song We found a herbalist and brought some pretty useless cough syrup so cold it’s like a fairy tale waiting to happen …
Conga Line to the Rest Room
I imagine with lutes on the wall that the restaurant will be good how’d you find me? we’re met at the door by the oldest crone I’ve ever seen …
Dressing Gown Blues
Well I was once the Jack upon the hill the ground i stood on .. felt that thrill yea i was once the Jack upon that hill felled by a tree? that couldn’t have been me …