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Well, there's a house in an alley
In the squats and low-rise Of a town with no future But that's where my future lies It's a secret, but no secret It's a rule, but no rule Where you find the darkest avenue There you'll find the brightest jewel Now my name, it is Mulvaney And I'm known quite famously People speak my name in whispers What higher praise can there be But I'd trade my fine mohair For tied-dyes and faded jeans If she wanted me some other way She's my Cooksferry Queen She gave me one pill to get bigger She gave me one pill to get small I saw snakes dancing all around her feet And dead men coming through the wall Well, I'm the prince of this parish I've been ruthless and I've been mean But she blew my mind as she opened my eyes She's my Cooksferry Queen, yeah Well, she's got every rare perfection All her looks beyond compare She's got dresses that seem to float in the wind Pre-raphaelite curls in her hair She could get the lame to walking She could get the blind to see She could make wine out of Thames river water She could make a believer out of me Yes, I'd trade it all tomorrow All the wicked things I've been She's my bright jewel of the alley She's my Cooksferry Queen Yes, I'd trade it all tomorrow All the wicked things I've been She's my bright jewel of the alley She's my Cooksferry Queen |
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| 4:01 |
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| 5:28 |
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Well we were heroes then,
And the girls were all pretty And a uniform was a lucky charm, Bought you the key to the city We used to dance the whole night through While Al Bowlly sang "The Very Thought Of You" Now Bowlly's in heaven and I'm in limbo now Well I gave my youth to king and country But what's my country done for me But sentenced me to misery I traded my helmet and my parachute For a pair of crutches and a demob suit Al Bowlly's in heaven and I'm in limbo now Hard times, hard hard times Hostels and missions and dosser's soup lines Can't close me eyes on a bench or a bed For the sound of some battle raging in my head Old friends, you lose so many You get run around, all over town The wear and the tear, Oh it just drives you down St Mungo's with its dirty old sheets Beats standing all day Down on Scarborough Street Al Bowlly's in heaven and I'm in limbo now Can't stay here, you got to foot-slog Once in a blue moon you might find a job Sleep in the rain, you sleep in the snow When the beds are all taken You've got nowhere to go Well I can see me now, I'm back there on the dance floor Oh with a blonde on me arm, red-head to spare Spit on my shoes and shine in me hair And there's Al Bowlly, he's up on a stand Oh that was a voice and that was a band Al Bowlly's in heaven and I'm in limbo now |
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| 4:15 |
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What a fool I was
What a thin disguise Brando mumble Mingus eyes Was a time she fell But then she got wise Brando mumble Mingus eyes Never had the squint of James Dean or the Stanislavsky tears Or the rebel hunch that kills Or the smile that slowly disappears What a fool I was What a thin disguise Brando mumble Mingus eyes |
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| 3:47 |
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| 4:54 |
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| 8. |
| 4:18 |
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You and I, tempted by the promise of a different life
Time has fled, there's a constant battle Running through my head I don't know what to do 'cause I still believe After all the foolish things you put me through I could always make a start on something new And I've always been a man who's open to Persuasion Blind romance, there'll be no half measures given half a chance But we never learn, trusting in the fire while the cruel flame burns And we need to rebuild what was never there What got left behind After all the foolish things that we've been through I could always make a start on something new And I'll always be a man who's open to Persuasion And it's written in my heart so that everybody can see it And it's written in my soul, after all I still believe it I still believe it, I still believe it I still believe it, I still believe it I don't know what to do 'cause I still believe After all the foolish things you put me through I could always make a start on something new And I'll always be a man who's open to Persuasion, persuasion, persuasion, persuasion I still believe it I still believe it persuasion I still believe it, still believe it I still believe it persuasion, persuasion |
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| 3:47 |
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Condemned to violence, arrested by pain
Inside the soul lies a man insane Conceived in anger, addicted to hate The mutant child of a twisted state Beware the contradiction Beneath the crimson void 'Cos in this world of fiction My jekyll doesn't hide A killer's smile with a psycho star dream Behind the mask things aren't what they seem Unholy soldier, disciple of sin What kind of mind are you living in? You're preaching revolution Don't you mean genocide? Behind this resolution My jekyll doesn't hide Waiting to die for the very first time All right, that's right Waiting to die for the very first time All right, that's right Waiting to die for the very first time I don't give a damn, 'cos I think it's my time Time, my time The symbiosis of murder and lies What do I see looking through your disguise? Fourth Reich dementia subversion ideals God only knows what your secret conceals Who'll be the first offender? Who will be victimized? In your perverse agenda My jekyll doesn't hide |
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| 3:30 |
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| 11. |
| 5:40 |
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Call my name?
Did you call my name in the night? In the whispers and sighs In the whispers and sighs of the night Ah, ghosts in the wind Yeah, ghosts in the wind Now this old house moves This old house moves and moans The tongues of the night The tongues of the night stir my bones Ah, ghosts in the wind Oh, ghosts in the wind When will my sore heart ever mend I'm empty and cold I'm empty and cold like a ruin The wind tears through me The wind tears through me like the ruin Ah, ghosts in the wind Oh, ghosts in the wind When will my sore heart ever mend Ghosts in the wind Ah, ghosts in the wind |
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| 3:33 |
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| 13. |
| 5:09 |
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In the dark, who can see his face?
In the dark, who can reach him? He hides like a child. He hides like a child. Keeps his finger on the trigger You know he can't stand the day Shoot out the lights. Shoot out the lights Keep the blind down on the window Ah, keep the pain on the inside Just watching the dark. Just watching the dark Ah he might laugh but you won't see him As he thunders through the night Shoot out the lights. Shoot out the lights In the darkness the shadows move In the darkness the game is real Real as a gun. Real as a gun As he watches the lights of the city And he moves through the night Shoot out the lights. Shoot out the lights Shoot out the lights. Ah, shoot out the lights |
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| 14. |
| 6:23 |
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| 15. |
| 5:17 |
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Says Red Molly, to James, "Well that's a fine motorbike.
A girl could feel special on any such like." Says James, to Red Molly, "My hat's off to you. It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952. And I've seen you on the corners and cafes, it seems. Red hair and black leather, my favorite color scheme." And he pulled her on behind, And down to Boxhill, They'd Ride. Says James, to Red Molly, "Here's a ring for your right hand. But I'll tell you in earnest I'm a dangerous man; For I've fought with the law since I was seventeen. I've robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine. And now I'm twenty-one years, I might make twenty-two. And I don't mind dyin' but for the love of you. But if fate should break my stride, then I'll give you my Vincent, To Ride." "Come down Red Molly," called Sargent McQuade. "For they've taken young James Aidee for Armed Robbery. Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside. Oh, come down, Red Molly, to his dying bedside." When she came to the hospital, there wasn't much left. He was runnin' out of road. He was runnin' out of breath. But he smiled, to see her cry. And said, "I'll give you my Vincent. To Ride." Said James, "In my opinion, there's nothing in this world Beats a '52 Vincent and a Redheaded girl. Now Nortons and Indians and Greavses won't do. Oh, they don't have a Soul like a Vincent '52." Well he reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys. He said, "I've got no further use...for these. I see Angels on Ariels in leather and chrome, Swoopin' down from Heaven to carry me home." And he gave her one last kiss and died. And he gave her his Vincent. To Ride. |
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