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from Roxy Music - Manifesto (1979)
I've been around
So far it seems Too bad the blues Blew my schemes Dynamite Such sweet surprise In southern heat Or northern skies Ain't that so Shadows cling Where shutters close Who can tell Heaven knows Why some can laugh And some can sing Stand in line Or get on down and swing Ain't that so Cross the street who's ringing bells? Peeling walls Of cheap hotels Neon flare A sudden chill And there you lie And time stands still Ain't that so |
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from Roxy Music - Manifesto (1979)
Oh angel eyes
Am I deceived or did you sigh? For all I know you let your love light Shine on me Oh angel eyes You never close, who's got the time? Well I can wait until your love light Shine on me Oh angel eyes Seems to me you fill the skies I'm far below so let your love light Shine on me Oh angel eyes On the wing and opened wide Now matter now how how the moon Shine down on me [Repeat: x4] Angel, angel eyes ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By FERRY, MACKAY <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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from Roxy Music - Manifesto (1979)
Are you ready for bad blood?
I've got my share I'm sick of them sweet sweet nothings Oh! In my ear Ain't funny I'm the honey All your money just can't buy So baby you can cry cry cry Now the last laugh is mine You ready for hot stuff? Be prepared I'm sick of your cheap cheap hustle Oh! Don't cha dare Let us pray the lord have mercy On your mercenary mind 'Cause even if you cry cry cry Your heart out I won't be kind Are you ready for good times? Hard to bear! You're steppin' on holy ground Hold it there! I'm fading out your hologram A phoney toothpaste smile Remember when you cry cry cry Your heart out I did mine |
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from Roxy Music - Manifesto (1979)
Yesterday - well it seemed so cool
When I walked you home, kissed goodnight I said "it's love" you said "all right" It's funny how I could never cry Until tonight and you pass by Hand in hand with another guy You're dressed to kill and guess who's dying? Dance away the heartache Dance away the tears Dance away Loneliness is a crowded room Full of open hearts turned to stone All together all alone All at once my whole world had changed Now I'm in the dark, off the wall Let the strobe light up them all I close my eyes and dance till dawn Dance away Now I know I must walk the line Until I find an open door There was I - many times a fool I hope and pray, but not too much Out of reach is out of touch All the way is far enough Dance away |
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from Roxy Music - Manifesto (1979)
I am for a life around the corner
That takes you by surprise That comes leaves all you need And more besides I am for a life and time by numbers Blast in fast 'n' low Add 'em up, account for luck You never know I am into friendship and plain sailing Through frenzied ports o' call O shake the hand to beat the band With love is all Or nothing to the man who wants tomorrow There's one in every town A crazy guy, he'd rather die Than be tied down I am for the man who drives the hammer To rock you 'til the grave His power drill shocks A million miles away I am for the revolution's coming I don't know where she's been For those who dare because it's there I know I've seen Now and then I've suffered imperfection I've studied marble flaws And faces drawn pale and worn By many tears I am that I am from out of nowhere to fight without a cause Roots strain against the grain With brute force you'd better Hold out when you're in doubt Question what you see And when you find an answer Bring it home to me. |
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from Roxy Music - Manifesto (1979)
Walking home tonight
It came as no surprise Certain parties making out Before my eyes My little girl Or woman of the world There's a small cafe Where lovers take their time It's good for rainy days Too bad the weather's fine My little girl Or woman of the world What's the story? True to life or just a lie See you later What's so new about goodbye? My little girl Or woman of the world |
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from Roxy Music - Manifesto (1979)
Now the ballroom's empty
Everybody I have known Has been and gone With the music over Here am I A shadow echoing on Spin me round Now there must be something In what they say of all things Great and small There's dozen roses Lying almost dying To say all Spin me round A nether world dancing toy I'm wired for sound Does it matter to me Who turns the key? Now if life is for living Then the way is clear But I don't understand Why the dream has ended Yet I can't wake up Lend a hand Spin a round |
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from Roxy Music - Manifesto (1979)
Dear Hyde
No more can I Explain, I've tried With words in vain They pass you by Like falling rain From perfect skies Still falls the rain Inside Hey brother don't be square Here it is not over there I'm your man, I've got it made You need my fire you need my shade You're here Hyde Once more inspire This strangely tied Uncertain frame So torn inside Still falls the rain Two minds, one vein Still falls the rain Inside Hey doctor don't be scared It's you and me so where's my share? I'm the man just move aside Call me mister call me Hyde Hey lover don't be shy I'm a single minded guy Better watch me, boy I'm rough Half a man ain't strong enough Hey brother don't be square Here it is not over there I'm your man, I've got it made You feed my fire you need my shade |
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from Roxy Music - Manifesto (1979)
Through the undercover hour
Bad and bleak To be brief, too much sorrow And flesh is weak No more feelings No more tears The river's wide enough Flowing stronger through the years Silver lips, kisses borrowed Glances steal To quick, how they quiver Too late they're sealed No more feelings No more tears The river's wide enough Flowing stronger through the years |
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from Roxy Music - Manifesto (1979)
Are you customized or ready-made?
Heavy metal trick or treat? Only seventeen On the level trash is neat Teenage fever oh you've got it bad Caught the flavor want it all Only seventeen Bet you know the trash I mean Row your features into magazines Go to Plaza, where's the trade? Only seventeen Slips are lower trash is in |
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