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Hunter
The Gulf and Western Garbage just ain't the prettiest smell When you're sleeping on the 4th floor up, it's like a living hell New York's finest rounding up the bums, the firemen get no rest And ambulances signal death on Central Park 'n' West. Now there ain't no sheets upon my bed, just a mattress and some wine The rain is pouring through the night and I'm glad my life is mine When Frank Carillo plays guitar trying to get it off his chest He gets the words he needs tonight on Central Park 'n' West. And I think, I think, I think, I think, I think it's the best When I'm locked in the middle of New York City on Central Park 'n' West And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know it's a mess But you've got to be crazy to live in the city and New York City's the best. We wait for someone just might be in the city we call home She leaves me sometimes when I write 'cause I write better on my own Bag ladies take my dollars, put my conscience to the test But waitresses give me coffee free on Central Park 'n' West. So sing soul woman, sing the songs, it's time to sing them now I'm getting more than high from hearin' 'em, don't sing them quiet, sing them loud For you sang with the best of them but now you're just a guest I tell you we'll get a hotel room on Central Park 'n' West. 'Cause I think, I think, I think, I think, I think it's the best When I'm locked in the middle of New York City on Central Park 'n' West And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know it's a mess But you've got to be crazy to live in the city and New York City's the best. I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, oh yeah. I think, I think, I think, I think, I think it's the best When I'm locked in the middle of New York City on Central Park 'n' West. I know, I know, I know, I know, I know it's a mess But you've got to be crazy to live in the city ... |
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| 2. |
| 3:56 |
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Hunter
There's a wango-tango at the peppermint inn I'm gonna be there, shakin' my thing Be bop a lula, little Peggy Sue We both got company, don't know what to do. But that's alright, yeah that's OK In the middle of the night, here's Lisa. Lisa likes rock 'n' roll, she plays it every day Down by the drugstore, everybody say She turnin' on the radio, she's shootin' up the stereo Puttin' on a video, she's sayin' : 'Let's go, let's go'. Lisa won't marry me, she says she's only four Her mum don't like me, she says I'm too mature Down at the disco, I go solo And the girls don't wanna know, I've been too slow. And that's alright, and that's OK In the middle of the night, here's Lisa. Lisa likes rock 'n' roll, she plays it every day Down by the drugstore, everybody say She turnin' on the radio, she's shootin' up the stereo Puttin' on a video, she's sayin' : 'Let's go, let's go'. And when you see her You wish you could be her Ain't no one can beat her. She goes yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (You're my daddy). I know Lisa likes rock 'n' roll I know Lisa likes rock 'n' roll I know Lisa likes rock 'n' roll I know Lisa likes rock 'n' roll I know Lisa likes rock 'n' roll I know Lisa likes rock 'n' roll I know Lisa likes rock 'n' roll I know Lisa likes rock 'n' roll Yeah! |
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| 3. |
| 3:35 |
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(Ian Hunter)
It was a cold, cold house, I was a cold, cold room. No one lived in me. I was an empty tune. Lovers came to view 'n' they looked all around. But they couldn't see nothin', nothin but the ground, they really put me down and then someone broke inside of me and I found myself learnin' how to fight free. And it feels so good when I can turn to you 'n' look you straight in the eye, say I need you, need you, oh I need you I need your love, baby, I need your love, I gotta hear your name over and over, over again. I need your love, baby, I need your love, I got you up my brain over, over, over again. You know it hurts so bad when you have to say you ain't got nobody and then one day it makes you feel so good when I can turn to you and look you straight in the eye, say I need you, need you, oh I need you I need your love, baby, I need your love, I wanna hear your name over and over, over again. I need your love, oh how I need your love, I gotta hear your name over, over, over again, yeah. I need your love, baby I need your love, I gotta hear your name over, over, over again. |
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| 4. |
| 4:18 |
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sometimes you realize
That there is an end to life. Yesterday I heard them say a hero's blown away. And it's so hard to lose Someone who's close to you. Oh me. I did not see The danger every day. So he can play it anywhere. Old records never die. Get you're healing from a song, Just when everything goes wrong Play it right Through the night till morning brings you light. And if some folk laugh at you. Let'em all laugh they never knew. Oh all those scenes, to me it seems soome folk never dream I feel a force Rebel with some other cause. Old records never die. Old records never die. You can watch the waves roll by. You can see it in their eyes. Old records never die. Old records never die. You can watch the waves roll by Old records never die. I can hear you and I know why old records never die |
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| 5:52 |
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(Ian Hunter/Tommy Morrongiello)
Noises are taking away my freedom. Noises seem to rob me of myself. Noises are the sound of mediocrity. Noises ... to take that ... from out of myself. Noises are taking away my casualness. Noises are making me scared. Big noises are made by big shots. Some noises should never be heard. Noises, noises, noises, noises, give me noises! Noises are looking over my shoulder. Noises are the sound of the herd. Noises make the planet colder. Noises are noises that should never be heard. Noises, noises, noises, noises will destroy me. Noises ... Why not join some junky jewels, who wreck the clines on canvas fools Who take the vapours from the mind. Neo nothing. Shallow kind. A ritzy Nazi owns the game, he plays at God but that was fame And music masturbates his mind, and stones get rolled up in the slime A New York butch becomes a blond, while changing gears while from beyond Agree to consecrate the music makers have gotta take Owls with trowels as big as spades, dig down among those sequined graves. Work out their ages, turn the pages, caught in cages, locked in ages Media momenta, who can prevent her. Noises, Noises, Noises, Noises Did you find a certain street, they're looking for thoughtless thoughts to preach The street, the street, they're not your drain, while waiting in the pouring rain For your old lady out of work, brought the baby, bet your shirt Waiting for Godot did it, then what's happening the other end - Rewards And gallant knights with blunted swords Locked away in isolation, trying to figure out why they wanna die And that's the state of the nation. Noises, noises, noises, noises, oh, oh, oh. I love noises! |
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| 6. |
| 5:55 |
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(Ian Hunter)
Billy said this town is dying, it's dying just to be like me. He was fighting everything in sight, died when he was 23. I used to meet him down at his cafe, he had one eye on the door and the other on the writing on the wall. He'd get restless and angry and we'd all laugh 'cause we weren't really scared, we was his friends, he wouldn't hurt us at all And all he'd say was rain, rain, rain rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain. We gotta leave this town. And Glover was a dancer, imitating Eddie Cochran by the jukebox. In the corner of the room 'till he was lost. Barry 'n me, we used to escape, playing I Go Ape wearing Italian clothes drinking cider talking in the rain Hey babe, come over here, let me buy you a beer, what's your name, she said "Boy, it doesn't really matter, don't you see? You ain't what I want, you ain't what I need, you ain't what I fancy, you ain't what I dream of 'n I'd silently leave ?? you're ugly. Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain. I gotta leave this place. My history is a cop-out Somewhere in the dark I got scared 'cause I knew I was gonna loose. You know that feeling you get in your guts, all that frustration when you know you're going nuts. You gotta make a move. There was Billy and Glover and Pacer and Taylor and Valerie and Barry I remember what he said about that town. He said "I went to London once, came back, wiped the tears from my eyes, looked out the window, and it was still pouring down, more of that rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain." I'm gonna get a train, never coming back again. 'Cause if I did it would be the same. Boy, you really messed up my brain. All of that rain rain rain, rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain Take your washing off the line. Take your washing off the line. Take your washing off the line. Take the washing off the line. It's gonna rain. It's gonna rain. |
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| 3:11 |
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(Ian Hunter)
All right Gun Control, we don't want no Gun Control, we don't want no Gun Control, we don't want no Gun Control. Stick to your guns, boys, stick to your guns. We'll make a lot of money if we stick to the guns. The president's with us boys, so join in the fun. We can make a lot of money if we stick to our guns. Yeah Gun Control, we don't want no Gun Control, we don't want no Gun Control, we don't want no Gun Control. Let the bullets go! Step up the lobby, boys, down in Washington. We can make a lot of money if you stick to your guns. Tradition is with us boys, it's the constitution, so stick to your guns, boys, the final solution. Hey Gun control, we don't want no Gun control, we don't want no Gun control, we don't want no Gun control. Hey, and ain't it a shame we ain't got a war, we'll just have to practice on the sick and the poor. Assassinate presidents, and they ain't the only ones, we can get them all, young and old, if we stick to our guns. So stick to your guns, boys, fight for your life. We'll all feel special on a Saturday night. Yeah! Gun control, we don't want no Gun control, we don't want no Gun control, we don't want no Gun control. Let the bullets go. Viva macho Viva macho Viva macho Viva macho Gun control, no, we don't want no Gun control, no, we don't want no Gun control, hey, I don't want no Gun control, (I'm much too busy making...) Gun control, Gun control, (...Saturday Night Specials) Gun control, |
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| 5:48 |
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(Ian Hunter)
My tea turned seven shades darker as I sit 'n' write these words and London's gettin' paler in my theatre of the absurd. You figured for an evening and you made it all worthwile. It's seldom people have a job and even rarer that I smile. Play me some, play me some, play me Brixton power. Teach your children to be them and never ever ours. Play me some, play me some, play me Brixton power. Someone took the park away but they left a lonely flower. And if your songs be classics, throw them to the hurd. Truth is where they came from and not this theatre of the absurd. Some say you wanted to play for me but it's only what you've heard that made you want to capture me in your theatre of the absurd. It was not me, I said myself and you must do so, too. I hope you have the strength to stay when I'll be watchin' you. So baby, play me some, play me some, play me Brixton power. Teach your children to be them and never ever ours. Play me some, play me some, play me Brixton power. Someone took the park away but they left a lonely flower. Oh when I got here back home tonight something within me stirred. Oh it must have been a different kind of play that touched my theatre of the absurd. Now I'll be on my way alone But an interesting thing occurred See nobody ever shared too much in my theatre of the absurd. And there I was back in London, thought about history. It was just like being in school again but I felt something movin' in me. Hearin' just a bit of the future, oh it's comin' and it's still blurred and that's the only thing worth living for in my theatre of the absurd. Come on, play me some, play me some, play me Brixton power. Teach your children to be them and never ever ours. Oh play me some, play me some, play me Brixton power. Someone took the park away but they left a lonely flower. (Beautiful) Play me some, play me some, play me Brixton power. Play me some, play me some, play me Brixton power. (John, come on) Play me some, play me some, play me Brixton power. Oh, play me some, (Come on, Eric) play me some, play me Brixton power. Oh, play me some, play me some, play me Brixton power. ... |
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| 3:30 |
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(Ian Hunter)
I love your sulky eyes, I love your raven hair. I often fantasize a beautiful affair, a broken paradise 'cause you don't even care. I love your sultry smile, I love to see you dance. Sometimes it drives me wild to know I've got no chance. Your boyfriend doesn't see you're flirting, teasing me. Why don't you leave me alone, leave me alone? Won't you leave me alone, leave me alone. Sometimes I'll act OK, sometimes I'll try and hide. But when you look at me, I fall apart inside. Across a broken sea you took me for a ride. Why don't you leave me alone, leave me alone? Won't you leave me alone, leave me alone. Other lovers go home and I'm left here alone with my heart in my hand. I just can't understand why you treat me this way. I just got to say. Why don't you leave me alone, leave me alone? Won't you leave me alone, leave me alone. Why don't you leave me alone, leave me alone? Won't you leave me alone, leave me alone. (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, why don't you leave me, leave me alone, oh) |
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| 4:48 |
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(Ian Hunter)
Oh Well there ain't no sense in burning bridges. No, there ain't no sense in burning bridges. If we're sorry then it's our failure so says the jailor, fade? away. Now there ain't no debts, just destinations. Like birds made out of steel, they fly by. Lost lovers in a moonlit night, broken lovers in a starless night. I lay my clothes down at your feet 'cause all I want is for you to keep on burning. Keep on burning, babe, keep on burning. Yeah, keep on burning (burning). And when that flame dies becomes an ember, remember, keep on burning (keep on burning). Can you feel my warmth inside of you, babe. Oh can you feel my blood running through your vains. Don't lay the blame on me, girl, just like lovers often will I lay my heart down at your feet Oh all I want is for you to keep on burning, keep on burning (burning) Keep on burning, babe (yeah), keep on burning (burning). 'Cause when that flame dies becomes an ember, remember, keep on (burning, keep on burning) burning. Yeah, (you gotta) keep on burning (burning), ooh, keep on burning. Keep on, keep on, keep burning, babe, ah (you gotta keep on burning, burning) keep on burning (burning), baby (yeah) you gotta keep on burning, burning. Keep on burning, keep ... |
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