Peter Kingsbery

Propaganda, some pistol fire, a dirty deed
A zealous gang, a skinhead’s pride, reason to bleed
No use hanging around, no use hanging around.
Strike of a fist, the master race, a foul disease
Crack of a whip, a police state, search and seize,
Then burn to the ground, then brun to the ground.

Call it youth misunderstood, or white folks
Up to no good,
In cold blood you know they would
Right here in the neighborhood.

Wearing thorns like a crown,
Wearing thorns like a crown.

Call it youth misunderstood,
Or white folks up to no good
In cold blood you know they would
Right here in the neighborhood.

Now you and I, as lovers go, nothing to grieve
We watch our backs, we load our guns, on Christmas Eve…

(Peter Kingsbery)
© Edwin Ellis Warner Chappell Music France

Mother and father living out a dream
A fine daughter, all of fifteen
And all missing says gossip by the fence
There’s talk of new beginnings
There’s talk about ends

It’s no secret, we are family
Take your problems straight out of here
Count your blessings, it’s only money
Go all the way, we’ll celebrate
And bring in the brand new year

Just last winter, together every day
A small vacation, company paid
Hotel on the harbor, a luxury room
Dinner by the water, Dance by the moon.

It’s no secret, we are family
Take your problems straight out of here
Count your blessings, it’s only money
Go all the way, we’ll celebrate
And bring in the brand new year

A brand new dream, a brand new year

Back home in the suburbs, all’s quiet as before
When death by violence comes knocking on the door
It jumps from the hedges, it springs from real life
It creeps through the bedroom of husband and wife

It’s no secret, we are family
Take your problems straight out of here
Count your blessings, it’s only money
Go all the way, we’ll celebrate
And bring in the brand new year

(Peter Kingsbery)
© Edwin Ellis Warner Chapell Music France

I’m in love with a pretty ballerina
Hair so brilliant that it hurts my eyes
I asked her for a dance and when she obliged me

I had a date with a pretty ballerina
Hair so brilliant that it hurts my eyes
I asked her for a dance and when she obliged me

Was I surprised yeah, was I surprised
No not at all

I called her yesterday it should have been tomorrow
I couldn’t keep the joy that was inside
I begged for her to tell me if she really loved me

Somewhere a mountain is moving
Afraid its moving without me

So would I….So would I….

And when I wake on a dreary Sunday morning
And open up my eyes to find there’s rain
Something strange within says go ahead and find her

Just close your eyes yeah, just close your eyes
And she’ll be there;
She’ll be there
She’ll be ther

(Brown)
© French Fried Music

Better You Know

I won’t stop until I’m satisfied
There’s nothing left that I can say
For I am just a human being
Who’ll do most anything one day
Better you know, better you know
Better you know, right now.

I can’t lie, for I won’t listen
And my persistence won’t wait
By tomorrow I will get restless
I fear this message too late
It’s better you know, better you know
Better you know, right now

I can’t move what’s still in motion
As my impulsions can be
For whatever for some is wistful
Is irresistible to me
Better you know, Better you know
it’s better you know, right now

(Peter Kingsbery)
© Edwin Ellis Warner Chappell Music France

My miracle will rise from the dead
Like melody I’m singing
My miracle, this needle you thread
Will take us to eternity

My miracle is soon taking shape
It’s mystery is unveiling
My miracle, will love conquer hate
Or is this how its supposed to be

My one and only real life miracle
That nobody else can believe

My miracle will find me somehow
My frequency is receiving
My miracle, like rain pouring down
We’ll find a new reality

My miracle
My miracle
My miracle
My miracle

(P. Kingsbery/D. Tikovoi)
© Edwin Ellis Warner Chappell Music France

We are children at a party
In a game of love and hate
There is no tomorrow, no yesterday
I was thinking, you are laughing
And apologies can wait
Let’s be friends again
Before it’s too late……….

We are famous, we are destined
Though our time has not yet come
The role role was made for us
The day that we met
Fits of passions, flights of anger
We’re so eager to impress
And such a grand performance
I’ll never forget.
Make what you want of it
Conscience be your guide
It doesn’t matter who comes last
Or who goes first
Long past the point of it
Far from saving pride
Trying to sort the better from the worse

We are dancing, crowds are cheering
To the beating of a drum
Returning home again
From battles we’ve won
We are joyous for the moment
And the night is still so young
Why don’t we stay together
No real damage done……….

(Peter Kingsbery)
© Edwin Ellis Warner Chappell Music France

Everyone I know is hurting inside
Everywhere I go they’re hurting inside
Everyone I turn to is hurting inside

Personal crisis in the making
Mad to break the chain
Call off the bet
The lingering death
Deprived and mean a real bad scene
Where nothing heals the pain

Buried alive and belly-aching
Fear of the unknown
Call in the priest
Prepare the feast
The fog is dense, the sexual tension
Mounts whenever you moan

Up every night without a reason
Deep within a trance
Caught in the act
Stabbed in the back
When at your best, half undressed
Victim of circumstance

(Peter Kingsbery)
© Edwin Ellis Warner Chappell Music France

Where to now Sandrine
Way out there beyond life’s sadness
Take me from this scene
Anywhere but please don’t take me home
I’d sink just like a stone
Flying through mid-air

Where to now Sandrine
Someplace where the earth’s still shakin’
Love’s a dying dream
And rock and roll’s alright but I don’t know
Its really getting old, and gives me quite a scare

I’m cross and I’m not feeling right
And the carnival is out tonight
Its almost light but what good does it bring
Sandrine

Where to now Sandrine
Lets not talk of disco dancing
Take me to the extreme
Some place where a universe explodes
No highways no crossroads,
No conscience to bare

I’m cross and I’m not feeling right
And the carnival is out tonight
Its almost light but what good does it bring
Sandrine

(Peter Kingsbery)
© Edwin Ellis Warner Chappell Music France

We are strong and formidable as a fortress can be
For a spy with an alias who’s sleeping with the enemy
And I look at you,
And you look at me

My dear friend, above and beyond all suspicion, aren’t we
Its a cool calculating type who’s sleeping with the enemy
And I look at you
And you look at me

And I’m sure that its all true
But I don’t know how much it all amounts to
When the body count is through
History shows that I was sleeping here with you

A for real raging fantômas who’s sleeping with the enemy
And I look at you
And you look at me
And I look at you
And I look at you

(P. Kingsbery / H. Koster)
© Edwin Ellis Warner Chappell Music France

Here is really nowhere but a latin breeding ground
A parade of sex and virtue and I never really meant to hurt you
A pendaison de cremaillere, a row to raise the dead
And every Sunday morning comes the joy of breaking bread

Halo Hilo, all ye saints who walk the earth
The bishop Gaillot has gone against the holy church

And here is where my mother’s father’s mother’s sister wed
Birthed and courted, mated, married
A sacrament since dead and buried
And gone are all those dirty fascists who once destroyed my faith
Harlequins of love and God that filled me up with hate

Halo Hilo, all ye saints who walk the earth
The bishop Gaillot has gone against the holy church

And here is where the crucifix was once considered cool
We all assmued the worst could happen in days of drunken stupor laughing
But oh its cold and rainy like they’re nailing up the boards
Low and cruel punishment to go and lock the parish doors

Halo Hilo, all ye saints who walk the earth
The bishop Gaillot has gone against the holy church

(Peter Kingsbery)
© Edwin Ellis Warner Chappell Music France

I see you got a lot on your mind
Maybe something that could change your whole life.
It’s not for me or anyone else
To remind you what you ought to know well.
It’s gonna break up or break me down
I know I can’t hang on much longer now
Its just me out walking in my shoes.
I’m gonna take it on or turn it loose.
Only one person can say
Hope it all works out OK

How can I tell you of the hours
That I keep reliving
Any way I can help you
You know I’ll always be more than willing

A turn of luck of a bold mistake
The bitter end of an endless love-hate
I’d tell you now if I thought I knew
To give it up would be the last thing I do.
Only one person can say
There’s not a thing in my way.

How can I tell you
Of the hours that I keep reliving
Any way I can help you
You know I’ll always be more than willing

How to repay you for all the emptiness you keep filling
If I were the one you came to
You know I’d always be more than willing.

(A. Lacazio/P. Kingsbery)
© Antagonism Edwin Ellis Nurk Twins Music

One thing can be said
My body is lead
My train’s underground
Your pigeon is found
Your pigeon is found
We parted two against one
Friends are a good thing

Around me
The galaxy
The harmony
Will never be the same

My pride is enough
Your weapon is bluff
Your child I cradle
You bash in my skull
Can’t help it drugged by the night
Its probably a good thing

Around me
The galaxy
The harmony
Will never be the same

One thing can be said
My body is lead
Your tooth is my nail
A tragic end failed
My tragic end

Around me
The galaxy
The harmony
Will never be the same

(P. Kingsbery/H. Koster)
© Edwin Ellis Warner Chappell Music France

Your dream is the grind
Our roots are intertwined.
Here, in my head I am free
Under the gun, what will I be?

Young boy so afraid
These bricks must be laid
Here, to cross over the edge
In high heels and carry the baggage
That’s the latest,
What’s the forecast?
I’m digging tranches and the girls are gorgeous
It’s five o’clock,
Don’t really want to quit now.

With love we will thrive
Let no one call this jive.

(P. Kingsbery)
© Edwin Ellis Warner Chappell Music France