Ed Ames (John Peel Session #2)

There's no fire

There's a charming face on his sister

A darling face on his sister

And a dour face on his sister

And a bratty face on his sister, I wish I could

Can’t handle her at all

Give me your lens cap, please

There’s a chief investigator standing middle of the street

Where his aunt was slashed last night once they running from market to the hydrant

And he can’t do his job properly

'Cause she gave him the favorite presents every holiday

And he dearly misses her

So they call

So they call

(Run)

(Run me down)

So they call a private investigator with a long nose and a large pipe who no problem

Picks up the assailant leaning

On a large leg in the valley six miles away

You know what he said?

"He did the crime, but I'm doing the time

Chief investigator"

This is a song about lonely Edward Franklin Ames

Out of a job, confused

Steadies himself, he's a tinkerer, has his two children shovel their small plates under the chin, panicked

Scraps of change and talent

Man, the one case separated him from a decent stress-filled life

And they're keeping it somewhere

In a small museum outside of Copenhagen

Looks off into the ocean

Respect to the Vikings, and the Caucasian warriors

I lost is lost