Things Are Not Quite
What They Seem
We sat at the bar
Drinking all evening long,
We laughed and we danced
To an old jukebox song.
I always smile when
I think back to that day.
The deep voice and calloused hands
Gave him away.
I didn’t realise
There was anything wrong
Till the 23rd verse
Of a Bob Dylan song.
You can always tell things
Aren’t going as planned
When she comes dressed to kill
With a gun in her hand.
He thought that I was
The girl of his dreams,
Some things are not quite what they seem.
He’s taking our votes
And now he’s ok.
Yesterday’s promise
Forgotten today.
He told us a lie
And he played with our dreams,
He’s waving goodbye
As he sails up the stream.
He made us believe
He is something is not.
He gives us the finger
From his luxury yacht.
The con man’s charisma
Shines through the screen.
Some things are not quite what they seem.
Be careful my son
Don’t stumble and falter
When you carry the offerings
Up to the altar.
Bless you my child
So shy and so coy,
Father Brendan says
You’re his favourite boy.
The hand on the chalice
Is the tool of his scheme,
Some things are not quite what they seem.
We were happy enough
In the east side of town
Till the neighbours that smiled at us
Burned our house down.
They put on a sash
And they played on a flute
And they marched
With a bowler hat and a suit.
They raised up their glasses
And they toasted the Queen,
Some things not quite what they seem.
They raised up their glasses
And toasted the Queen,
Some things are exactly the way that they seem.
Well folks tell me
I’m a regular guy,
There’s less to me
Than meets the eye.
From outside you can’t see
The bile and the spleen.
Some things are not quite what they seem.
You may think
I’m just letting off steam,
Some things are not quite what they seem.
The con man’s charisma
Shines through the screen,
The hand on the chalice
Is the tool of his scheme,
He thought that I was
The girl of his dreams
And some things are not quite what they seem.
Lyrics by Vin Murtagh ©2012
