Turquoise - Bovine Divine

Tracks

		Track Name	Length
	1	Give it All Away	03:58
	2	There and Back Again	03:51
	3	Emerald Street	04:40
	4	Lines	03:36
	5	Gold	04:21
	6	In the Backs of Cars	03:59
	7	I Don't See You	06:14
	8	Don't Come Runnin' to Me	04:19

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Chris Wilson: guitar, vocals
Lisa Wilson: piano, vocals
Edward Haylock: bass
Preston Boyd: drums

Written by Chris Wilson
Arranged by Roman Klun and Turquoise
Produced by Roman Klun
Recorded at Highland Studio, Stoney Creek, Ontario

Artwork Layout and Design by Phoenix Screenprinting Inc.

TURQUOISE would like to thank:
Steve and Deb, for all those guitars
Everyone at Highland
Ron and Rod
Mr. Laidman
M.M.
Carol

LINES
I've got this place,
I wander to this place,
Don’t worry babe If It’s true.
Cause I might walk,
Never mind the pain,
Cause I wrote these lines,
On my face.

I want to know,
Where the weary go.
When they’re out there In the rain.
Cause I’ve got some space,
And If you chose to stay,
Don’t chase the lines from the page.

If and when,
It comes to you again,
You stick around we’ll go insane.
Cause I don’t mind,
If we change this time,
You got yours and I got lines.
I don’t mind If we change this time,
You got yours and I got lines.
You got yours,
And I got lines.

GOLD
Misty Lady, what are you crying for?
There’s other creeps In the city,
There’s still time,
For what your dying for,
You wouldn’t see the freight train,
Comin’ through your door.

Take the gold If It’s,
In your hands.
Take the gold cause I’m your
One night stand.
Maybe baby’s turnln’,
Green and blue.
Better watch what your eating,
There’s still time for your diamond shoes.

Drive me crazy little things,
You ain’t holdln’.

Take the gold If I had,
Half the chance,
Take the gold cause I’m your
Last chance for a lovln’ man.

There’s a beast In the city,
And nobody knows,
You ain’t gonna get nowhere,
Doln’ what your told.

Take the gold I’m one half step,
Ahead of the game,
Take the gold put on those,
Diamond shoes.

IN THE BACKS OF CARS
In the backs of cars,
Sold my ass,
Climb aboard oh ya,
Stereo’s on.

You’ve been calling all night long, but
I’ve already gone.

In the backs of cars,
Almost was this cool,
Never been in
Karen’s llghschool.

Never really crossed my mind,
That maybe you’ve got to draw some lines,
In the backs of cars,
Oh ya.

Didn’t think we’d go this far,
Now we’re sleepin’ out under the stars.
In the backs of cars,
Oh ya.

I DON’T SEE YOU
When I call your name,
It’s not the same anymore.
But, I took a chance,
On romance before they say
It’s better to have loved,
Than not to have loved at all,
But I don’t see you anymore.

It’s all in lust,
But that would be a lie,
Made some plans,
But they were written in the sand,
It’s better to have come,
Than not to have come at all,
But I don’t see you anymore.

See you anymore no, no, yes.
Never thought we could,
But always knew we would ya.
It’s not the rain It’s the open door,
No, no, no.
It’s not the same,
Cause I don’t see you anymore.

Now back at school,
The teacher was no fool she said,
“Sit up straight,
And eat the bits your mother made for you.”
It’s better to have gone,
Than not to have gone at all,
But I don’t see you anymore.

See you anymore no, no, ya.
Kinda lost some faith,
In the big rat race.
It’s not the same,
As It was before no, no, no,
Cause I don’t see you anymore.

Well I’ve seen It comin’,
For a long time.

DON’T COME RUNNIN’ TO ME
When your money’s spent,
Can’t pay the rent,
Out of the door,
Down on all fours,
Baby don’t come running to me.

After pool you played the fool,
Drivin’ home all alone,
Said baby, don’t come running to me.

Can’t see through all the smoke,
Still think that I’m Jokln’.
When your pants start Itchln’,
And you come bltchln’,
Baby ya.

Honey please,
Don’t take these,
Get off the floor,
And on your knees baby,
Don’t come runnln’ to me.
You still think that,
That I’m Jokln’,
Baby don’t come,
Runnln’ to me.

Can’t see through the smoke,
Still think that I’m Jokln’,
When your boat stops floatln’,
And your out there chokln’,
Baby ya.

Can’t see through the smoke,
Still think that I’m Jokln’.

You still think that,
I’m Jokln’,
When the man starts peakln,
And you go cheatln’,
Baby ya.

I said baby,
Don’t come runnln’ to me.
Baby don’t come runnln’ to me ya.
Cause I’ve been kicked out, laid up,
Out there, out on the street,
Kicked out, knocked down,
Out there, out on the street ya,
Don’t come runnln’ to me.

GIVE IT ALL AWAY
You talk a lot about
The things you want to do
You talk a lot about me too
Your twenty-eight years old
And you still live at home
What the hell are you gonna do now?

You cross my path about a thousand times
You cover your tracks up with lies
On streets paved with gold
Magic tales are told
And when it all starts to surround you

You give it all, then you
Give It all away
You give It all away
You give It all away

You watch as cars pass on the street
Outside your door tonight
You wish upon the falling stars as they fall
And they might yes
Giving It all away.

THERE AND BACK AGAIN
Backie sold my shoes,
Backie took my clothes
Backie says he cares,
Backie always knows.

What do I know,
Gone there and back again.
Listen to you,
He was my best friend.
Backie took my money,
That I took from you.
Backie says It’s funny,
To read comic books.

Backie took everything,
But I’m sure I mean the world to him.
Backie took everything from you.

Backie took my car,
Drove It through a wall.
Backie said he could,
Hitch his way through Hollywood.

What do I know,
Gone there and back again.
Gone there,
He was my best friend.

Backie took my car,
Drove It through a wall....

EMERALD STREET
Well I don’t want another,
Drink of whiskey. I can’t think.
Got chewing gum stickin’,
In my hair.
You’d walk a thousand miles,
In someone else’s fleeting smile,
When I’d leave them all for dead.

I said no,
You got another game to play.

I’m not your breadline drip and
I won’t go back to your serpent kiss.
Took every cop on every avenue,
It’s my turn, my chance, my break,
It’s what I’ve seen on Emerald Street,
It’s never my first point of view.

Now I’m sleepin’ with,
My uptown honey,
It ain’t no lie,
What else can I say.
When It’s lost, It can’t be found,
On a breakword, there ain’t no sound.
On a breakdown in the city,
On a breakdown in the city,
You got to lay me out.

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