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from Ian Hunter - Welcome To The Club (2003)
Hello
Well the times gettin' hard for you, little girl I'm a hummin' and a strummin' all over God's world You don't remember when you got your last meal And you forgot just how a woman feels You didn't know what rock n' roll was Until you met a drummer on a Greyhound bus I got there in the nick of time Before he got his hands across your state line We're in the middle of the night on the open road And the heater don't work and it's oh-so cold You're gettin' tired, baby, lookin' kinda beat The music of the street, drive you off your feet You didn't know how rock n' roll looked Until you caught your sister with a guy from the group Half-way home in the parking lot By the look in her eyes she was givin' what she got You know, ah-ah-ah Once bitten twice shy, babe You know, ah-ah-ah Once bitten twice shy, babe You know, ah-ah-ah Once bitten twice shy, babe Woman, you're a mess, gonna die in your sleep All the blood on my amp and my Les Paul's beat I can't leave you home 'cause you're runnin' around My best friend told me you're the best lick in town You didn't know that rock n' roll burned So you bought a candle and you loved and you learned You got the rhythm, you got the speed Mama's little baby likes it short and sweet You know, ah-ah-ah Once bitten twice shy, babe You know, ah-ah-ah Once bitten twice shy, babe, hey, hey You know, ah-ah-ah Once bitten twice shy, babe I didn't know you got a rock n' roll record Until a saw your picture on another guy's jacket You told me I was the only one And look at you now, well it's dark as it's dumb Ah-ah-ah Once bitten twice shy, babe You know, ah-ah-ah Once bitten twice shy, babe, ha, get up You know, ah-ah-ah Once bitten twice shy, babe Oh, you know,ah-ah-ah Once bitten twice shy |
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from Ian Hunter - Welcome To The Club (2003)
Bono
How can I be like any guy ? Why do they have to make me run ? What do they care about the clothes I wear ? What do they get from making fun ? We got a lot of space So if you don't like my face It ain't me who's going anywhere. 'Cause I don't care, let ‘em laugh at me If that's so fair, I don't have to care To be free until they laugh at me. And I'll cry for you And I'll pray for you And I'll do everything that the man upstairs said to do I'll do it all for you, babe, oh. It's got to be sometime It's got to be somewhere I'm gonna make that achievement Oh, maybe the next time That you don't wear a silk tie I can walk by and say hi Say hi instead of why Instead of why, babe Instead of why Instead of why, babe Instead of why Instead of why, babe Instead of why Instead of why, babe Instead of why What did I do, what did I say ? What did I do, what did I say ? What did I do, what did I say ? What did I do, what did I say ? What did I do, what did I say ? |
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from Ian Hunter - Welcome To The Club (2003)
{Ian Hunter}
== Forgot my six-string raiser, hit the sky Half way to Memphis 'fore I realised Well I rang the information, my axe was cold They said she rides the train to Oreoles. Now its a mighty long way down the dusty trail And the sun burns hot on the cold steel rails And I look like a bum and I crawl like a snail All the way from Memphis. Well I got to Oreoles you know, it took a month And there was my guitar, electric junk Some spade said: 'Rock and rollers, you're all the same' 'Man that's your instrument' - I felt so ashamed. Now its a mighty long way down rock and roll Through the Bradford Cities and the Oreoles And you look like a star but you're still on the dole All the way from Memphis. Yeah it's a mighty long way down rock and roll From the Liverpool docks to the Hollywood Bowl And you climb up the mountains and you fall down the holes All the way from Memphis. Yeah it's a mighty long way down rock and roll As your name gets hot so your heart grows cold And you gotta stay young man, you can never be old All the way from Memphis. Yeah it's a mighty long way down rock and roll Through the Bradford Cities and the Oreoles And you look like a star but you're really out on parole All the way from Memphis. == |
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from Ian Hunter - Welcome To The Club (2003)
Hunter
I scream at you for sharing And I curse you just for caring I hate the clothes you're wearing, they're so pretty. And I tell you not to see me And I tell you not to feel me And I make your life a drag, it's such a pity. And I watch your warm glow palin' And I watch your sparkle fadin' As you realise you're failin', 'cause you're so good. Now I don't mean to upset you But there's so much crime to get through If only I could make it easier, then I would. Oh I wish I was your mother I wish I'd been your father And then I would have seen you, would have been you as a child. Played houses with your sisters And wrestled with all your brothers And then who knows, I might have felt a family for a while. It's no use me pretendin' You give and I do the spendin' Is there a happy ending? I don't think so. 'Cause even if we make it I'll be too far out to take it You'll have to try and shake it from my head. Oh I wish I was your mother I wish I'd been your father And then I would have seen you, would have been you as a child. Played houses with your sisters And wrestled with all your brothers And then who knows, I might have felt a family for a while. |
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from Ian Hunter - Welcome To The Club (2003)
(Ian Hunter)
When I was just sixteen - I stood waiting for a dream - at Barker Street bus station every night When I tried to get it on - she just looked at me with scorn - my courage turned to dust and I took flight For those looks they seemed to say You ain't nuthin' - Go away You're just a face in the crowd so I went home and I vowed I'm gonna be somebody - someday Her name was Irene Wilde - Oh such beauty for a child When she started dating boys - I nearly died For I could not barely stand to see someone hold her hand I felt I had to crawl away and hide In my mother's living room I composed so many tunes All the same - just a frame - for her name, and just to say Gonna be somebody - someday Wild as your name I soon left that country town I been around, seen some fame, seen some ups and seen some downs Smile through your shock when you hear your name aloud It's that face in the crowd - didn't dig it - much too proud... When I was just sixteen I stood waiting for a dream A Barker Street bus station non affair At the time it seemed so sad, but it did not turn out bad If you hadn't messed me up I'd still be there And I think most folks agree, a little put-down makes them see They ain't no chain - just a link and that's why you made me think Gonna be somebody - be somebody - be somebody - someday |
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from Ian Hunter - Welcome To The Club (2003)
(Ian Hunter/Mick Ronson)
Oh no, the fuzz, all in a line My oh my, I think I'm gonna die And it's just another night It's just another night Got a long black face; Who goes there? All the reefer madnessput a poor kid in jail And it's just another night Yeah, it's just another night Oh take it easy boy or it's DOA Chrome on my body and a lot of folks say That it's just another night Hey, It's just another night Oh, it's just another night on the other side of life Head one's a saw-bones and he wrecked my chair Said "How'd you like to do it in a room downstairs" And it's just another night Oh, just another night Hey now, Papa Joe, Don't you pull my hair All this intrigue, it gets me out of my league And it's just another night It's just another night His old man spent a fortune just to get him in But baby boy growed up just as stupid as him And it's just another night It's just another night It's just another night on the other side of life Just another night, hung down slow I don't like the hotel let me go Hells bells! Give me a chance! This rock 'n' roller don't wanna dance Just another night Just another night Well, it's just another night on the other side of life I never felt so bad; Where's my shades? It's gonna be a long one getting crazed A head spoutin' noodles said, "What do you plead?" I said "You ain't got to touch a man to make a man bleed" 'N' it's just another night (on the other side) It's just another night (on the other side) It's just another night (on the other side) It's just another night (on the other side) It's just another night (on the other side) It's just another night (on the other side) It's just another night (on the other side) It's just another night (on the other side) It's just another night (on the other side) It's just another night (on the other side) It's just another night (on the other side) It's just another night (on the other side) It's just another night (on the other side) It's just another night! |
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from Ian Hunter - Welcome To The Club (2003)
[Ian Hunter]
3, 4 3, 4 3, 4 Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah All this energy callin' me Back where it comes from It's such a crude attitude It's back where it belongs All the little kids growing up on the skids go Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Jumpin' Jane Jean moonin' James Dean, he's going Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Mama knows, but she don't care She got her worries, too Seven kids and a phony affair And the rent is due All the little chicks with the crimson lips go Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks She's livin' in sin with a safety pin, she's going Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks I got some records from World War II I play 'em just like me granddad do He was a rocker, and I am, too Oh, Cleveland rocks Yeah, Cleveland rocks So find a place, grab a space And never speed for more Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah 3, 4 3, 4 3, 4 Ohio |
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from Ian Hunter - Welcome To The Club (2003)
(Ian Hunter)
Well I finally found you out All through your mess of dreams You won't make it to the night and your standing in my light You know you've been bad for me You ain't got the weight to hate But you ain't no pretty sight And your standing in my light Move over cause your standing in my light Move over cause your standing in my light Move over cause your standing in my light (yeah) Move over cause your standing in my light Now when your old man beats the drums Gotta run run run that's dumb A little less ego A little more fight Move over cause your standing in my light Things go bad and the risks get high Sweeping dead bodies 'cross an open sky You took my pictures from your walls Ain't gonna trade with the pain of the New York Dolls Move over cause your standin in my (Move over cause your standin in my) Move over cause your standin in my (Move over cause your standin in my) Move over cause you standin in my (Move over cause your standin in my) Move over cause you standing in my light Move over cause your standing in my light Move over cause your standing in my light Move over cause your standing in my light Move over cause your standing in my light Move over cause your standing in my light Yeah.......Alright Move over cause your standing in my light I wish you luck on your very last chance Cause I knew you blew it at the song and dance you froze my feelings, but thats alright and your standing in my light |
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from Ian Hunter - Welcome To The Club (2003)
(Ian Hunter)
Vestal Virginia - ain't got a bad thought in ya - you're a bastard Mean as a killer - instinct that's within ya - you're a bastard. Laughs like a drain and it messes up my brain Cos you know I like the pain of never knowing Space cow I'll chew the bad blood running through ya Kiss you as you hit the floor 'cos you don't even know that you're a bastard There's a crisis in the kitchen but that don't stop you bitchin' - you're a bastard You got that Yellowjacket touch, with the stings that hurt so much - you're such a bastard Flirting in the shadows, aiming all those little arrows, you're as shallow as the gallows you got me in to. (yeah) Voodoo dolls gonna line the room, handcuffs glinting in the gloom, one day you'll find that hidden door, inside everyone screams that you're a bastard. (you're such a) You twist me til I'm lame, then you spin the coin again - you're such a bastard You're so naturally perverse, you ain't even gotta rehearse -you're such a bastard Fly like a witch, without running in some pitch Why don't you break the switch that takes me over My prison is your brain, your prisoner's insane Forgot all the keys, you can break the chains but you don't even take the blame you bastard. (Bastard, bastard) I'm enjoying that lately, you know just the beginnings (bastard) The agony and the ecstacy meeting at the middle of my mouth The agony and the ecstacy can't spit it out. Sometimes on a rainy day I draw you. Hope for....love. |
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from Ian Hunter - Welcome To The Club (2003)
Bowie
Well Billy rapped all night about his suicide How he kick it in the head when he was twenty-five Speed jive don't want to stay alive When you're twenty-five. And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks and Sparks And Freedy's got spots from ripping off the stars from his face Funky little boat race. Television man is crazy saying we're juvenile deliquent wrecks Oh man, I need TV when I got T. Rex Oh brother you guessed., I'm a dude dad. (All the young dudes) Hey dudes (Carry the news) Where are ya (Boogaloo dudes) Stand up, come on (Carry the news) (All the young dudes) I want to hear you (Carry the news) I want to see you (Boogaloo dudes) And I want to talk to you all of you (Carry the news). Now Lucy looks sweet cause he dresses like a queen But he can kick like a mule, it's a real mean team But we can love, oh yes we can love. And my brother's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones We never got it off on that revolution stuff What a drag, too many snags. Now I've drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine Got to race some cat to bed Oh is there concrete all around or is it in my head? Yeah, I'm a dude dad. (All the young dudes) Hey dudes (Carry the news) Where are ya (Boogaloo dudes) Stand up (Carry the news) (All the young dudes) I want to hear ya (Carry the news) I want to see you (Boogaloo dudes) And I want to relate to you (Carry the news) (All the young dudes) What dudes (Carry the news) Let's hear the news come on (Boogaloo dudes) I want to kick you (Carry the news) (All the young dudes) Hey you there with the glasses (Carry the news) I want you (Boogaloo dudes) I want you at the front (Carry the news) Now you all his friends (All the young dudes) Now you bring him down cause I want him (Carry the news) (Boogaloo dudes) I want him right here bring him come on (Carry the news) Bring him here you go (All the young dudes) I've wanted to do this for years (Carry the news) There you go (Boogaloo dudes) How do you fee (Carry the news). |
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from Ian Hunter - Welcome To The Club (2003)
(Ian Hunter)
Oo-Oo-Oo, Oo-Oo-Oo, Ooooo Oo-Oo-Oo, Oo-Oo-Oo, Ooooo Sweet woman what's your name? You smell as fresh as the rain Instead of leaving you came let me feel your hair A light shines in your eyes The hungry years are so nice Shadows shake in the lamplight No writer could explain But when the daylight comes But when the daylight comes But when the daylight comes I'll be on my way Oo-Oo-Oo, Oo-Oo-Oo, Ooooo Oo-Oo-Oo, Oo-Oo-Oo, Ooooo Oo-Oo-Oo, Oo-Oo-Oo, Ooooo, yeah! Please share my bed and I swear That I won't touch you nowhere Just need your warmth and your care Don't wanna mess around And when the daylight comes Yeah when the daylight comes Oh when the daylight comes I'll be on my way Yeah when the daylight comes Yeah when the daylight comes Yeah when the daylight comes I'll be on my way But there's a song in the air and it knows that you're there 'cause it's making me share you with my life I know I know I know that I want to weave you in words want to paint you in verse want to leave you in someone else's dreams it seems the only way, Hey! I can thank you, thank you baby Some people say that we're sinners Some people say that we're winners We make good gossip at dinners They try to pin us down But when the daylight comes Yeah when the daylight comes Oh when the daylight comes I'll be on my way Yeah when the daylight comes Yeah when the daylight comes Oh when the daylight comes We'll be on my way (Repeat and fade) |
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from Ian Hunter - Welcome To The Club (2003)
Hello
Well the times gettin' hard for you, little girl I'm a hummin' and a strummin' all over God's world You don't remember when you got your last meal And you forgot just how a woman feels You didn't know what rock n' roll was Until you met a drummer on a Greyhound bus I got there in the nick of time Before he got his hands across your state line We're in the middle of the night on the open road And the heater don't work and it's oh-so cold You're gettin' tired, baby, lookin' kinda beat The music of the street, drive you off your feet You didn't know how rock n' roll looked Until you caught your sister with a guy from the group Half-way home in the parking lot By the look in her eyes she was givin' what she got You know, ah-ah-ah Once bitten twice shy, babe You know, ah-ah-ah Once bitten twice shy, babe You know, ah-ah-ah Once bitten twice shy, babe Woman, you're a mess, gonna die in your sleep All the blood on my amp and my Les Paul's beat I can't leave you home 'cause you're runnin' around My best friend told me you're the best lick in town You didn't know that rock n' roll burned So you bought a candle and you loved and you learned You got the rhythm, you got the speed Mama's little baby likes it short and sweet You know, ah-ah-ah Once bitten twice shy, babe You know, ah-ah-ah Once bitten twice shy, babe, hey, hey You know, ah-ah-ah Once bitten twice shy, babe I didn't know you got a rock n' roll record Until a saw your picture on another guy's jacket You told me I was the only one And look at you now, well it's dark as it's dumb Ah-ah-ah Once bitten twice shy, babe You know, ah-ah-ah Once bitten twice shy, babe, ha, get up You know, ah-ah-ah Once bitten twice shy, babe Oh, you know,ah-ah-ah Once bitten twice shy |
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from Ian Hunter - Welcome To The Club (2003)
(Ian Hunter)
Vestal Virginia - ain't got a bad thought in ya - you're a bastard Mean as a killer - instinct that's within ya - you're a bastard. Laughs like a drain and it messes up my brain Cos you know I like the pain of never knowing Space cow I'll chew the bad blood running through ya Kiss you as you hit the floor 'cos you don't even know that you're a bastard There's a crisis in the kitchen but that don't stop you bitchin' - you're a bastard You got that Yellowjacket touch, with the stings that hurt so much - you're such a bastard Flirting in the shadows, aiming all those little arrows, you're as shallow as the gallows you got me in to. (yeah) Voodoo dolls gonna line the room, handcuffs glinting in the gloom, one day you'll find that hidden door, inside everyone screams that you're a bastard. (you're such a) You twist me til I'm lame, then you spin the coin again - you're such a bastard You're so naturally perverse, you ain't even gotta rehearse -you're such a bastard Fly like a witch, without running in some pitch Why don't you break the switch that takes me over My prison is your brain, your prisoner's insane Forgot all the keys, you can break the chains but you don't even take the blame you bastard. (Bastard, bastard) I'm enjoying that lately, you know just the beginnings (bastard) The agony and the ecstacy meeting at the middle of my mouth The agony and the ecstacy can't spit it out. Sometimes on a rainy day I draw you. Hope for....love. |
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from Ian Hunter - Welcome To The Club (2003)
[Ian Hunter]
3, 4 3, 4 3, 4 Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah All this energy callin' me Back where it comes from It's such a crude attitude It's back where it belongs All the little kids growing up on the skids go Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Jumpin' Jane Jean moonin' James Dean, he's going Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Mama knows, but she don't care She got her worries, too Seven kids and a phony affair And the rent is due All the little chicks with the crimson lips go Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks She's livin' in sin with a safety pin, she's going Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks I got some records from World War II I play 'em just like me granddad do He was a rocker, and I am, too Oh, Cleveland rocks Yeah, Cleveland rocks So find a place, grab a space And never speed for more Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah 3, 4 3, 4 3, 4 Ohio |
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from Ian Hunter - Welcome To The Club (2003)
(Ian Hunter)
It's such a small town rodeo Such famous people here, with nowhere to go Well it don't get to me, I think it's the pits I got no friends, I wanna split. The daily papers seek a desperate face The television cameras join in the chase It's much fun interviewing urban decay I grab the microphone away (dance) no! (dance) no! (dance) no! (dance) no! We gotta get out of here We gotta get out of here right now We gotta get out of here We gotta get out of here right now Hey rock and roll feel the holes in my brain I promise you I'll never come here again It's all so sad, what a waste of a night Cause nothing's wrong, but nothing's right (hey) So don't get along, out of my way I'm not a robot, I've got something to say It's such a joke, are you ready to go Here comes that beat again, oh oh oh oh (dance) no! (dance) no! (dance) no! (dance) no! We gotta get out of here We gotta get out of here right now We gotta get out of here We gotta get out of here right now We gotta get out of, we gotta get out We gotta get out of here right now We gotta get out of, we gotta get out We gotta get out of here right now (repeat while ellen speaks) (oh please I don't wanna go home yet Come on, can't you do anything I wanna do? Lets dance, come on please, just once for me I never get to do anything like this You're such a drag, you know that? Everything for you, everything for you, nothing for me, right What are we gonna do? go home and watch the super bowl Re-runs of the mohammed ali uh marlene dietrich fight, what? There must be somebody here who wants to dance with me There must be a lot of people here who would like to dance with me, you know That? Come on, one, two, three, four - I'll jump right up and do the bump(? ), come on Listen this place gets really good, this place gets really..... I heard that the that the the spoon comes down and the moon comes down and The stars and all sorts of great stuff happens in a little while). |
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from Ian Hunter - Welcome To The Club (2003)
(Ian Hunter)
You're just a stranger in the past Just another mug that could never last You came up slow but you burned out fast (didn't ya) It ain't Silver Needles on the run No it ain't Silver Needles on the run It ain't Silver Needles on the run Shh you make me feel so bad You thought you was the only one that got messed up Me 'n all the others never had it so rough Well how come you're dead and I'm still stood up Well it ain't Silver Needles on the run Silver Needles on the run No it ain't Silver Needles on the run Oh I remember.... All your plans were made on some PR floor 'N all your bags were packed, they never reached the door. Out ordering (?) your thought exchange All your brains were acting strange You never lied in dreams before There must be more to life than getting sore (What do you think?) I seen in some music paper that you was gone And I went right out and wrote you a farewell song Boy, they had you dead before you was born And it's a shame - you were such a great mover But it ain't Silver Needles on the run No it ain't Silver Needles on the run Silver Needles on the run Silver Needles on the run Silver Needles on the run Silver Needles on the run (Next) |
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from Ian Hunter - Short Back 'N' Sides (2003)
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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from Ian Hunter - Short Back 'N' Sides (2003)
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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from Ian Hunter - Short Back 'N' Sides (2003)
(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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from Ian Hunter - Short Back 'N' Sides (2003)
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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from Ian Hunter - Short Back 'N' Sides (2003)
(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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from Ian Hunter - Short Back 'N' Sides (2003)
(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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from Ian Hunter - Short Back 'N' Sides (2003)
(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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from Ian Hunter - Short Back 'N' Sides (2003)
(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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from Ian Hunter - Short Back 'N' Sides (2003)
(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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from Ian Hunter - Short Back 'N' Sides (2003)
(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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from Ian Hunter - Long Odds And Out-Takes (2006)
(ian hunter)
(transcribed by nicole apostola) He used to ride through the streets, crying through the alleyway Freezing cold in the early morning light Out to get a salary Detroit, detroit Tv image ain't gonna pay the bills Big big cars Detroit, detroit The fan Detroit, detroit Big big shots Got their heads in the sand The usual (buzzing cars noises from ian) You're late Detroit, detroit He's a working man Ghost town Ghost town (indistinguishable sounds, laughs) The loneliest man in the world |
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from Ian Hunter - Long Odds And Out-Takes (2006)
(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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from Ian Hunter - Long Odds And Out-Takes (2006)
(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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from Ian Hunter - Long Odds And Out-Takes (2006)
(mick, I've got a...)
There must be one million stories in new york city, the naked city, and this is one of 'em I live out on the island, and I got problems My mom don't like me, cause she says I know sultan(? ) Sitting in the cark park, in my old buick skylark Getting high, getting high, Getting high on the eight track Oh, listen to the eight track Oh, listen to the eight track Oh, listen to the eight track Oh, listen to the eight track Oh it ain't easy, when you gotta survive Keep on giving death, just to survive Oh get out into the car park, sitting in my own buick skylark in the dark Oh, 'n I'll listen to the eight track Oh, I'll listen to the eight track Oh, listen to the eight track Oh, listen to the eight track Yeah, can't wind it back Listen to the eight track In between the seats, in the cracks Listen to the eight track Oh sometimes I get a woman in here And I put on bruce springsteen's new double album And then, just when everything's getting hot I start turning the volume right down low Baby, let me snuggle right next to you You turned to me sweetly, you know what she said, She said, turn up the eight track Oh listen to the eight track Oh listen to the eight track, ain't no winding it back Listen to the eight track Listen to the eight track Listen to the eight track There must have been about a million stories in new york city, the naked city, and this has been one of them! |
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from Ian Hunter - Long Odds And Out-Takes (2006)
(Ian Hunter)
(Transcribed by Colin Ford) That's it baby, take one last look We gotta go catch a plane Then you won't die, and I won't die But we won't ever be the same Oh I can feel a mood coming down on me Such a good thing disappears I can sense the loss creeping up on us And it's deeper than any tears I've known You stepped into my dreams You opened up the door You stepped into my dreams I want you back for more You stepped into my dreams tonight In the shadows of the night you're sorry In the morning we was gone Won't you blow a kiss to me baby We both gotta be moving on Sometimes you see a lover and she's made for love But you let that lover slip by You believe and yet she's so hard to get And you never know the reasons why She stepped into your dreams She opened up your door She stepped into your dreams You want her so much more She stepped into your dreams tonight yeah Oh when you're doing what you're doing What do you think of me babe There ain't much else to say In another time, in another place Things might have turned out okay I can feel a darkness I can never conceal Sometimes I get just a little insane I can feel emotions like the mighty oceans They're driving me again, and I know You stepped into my dreams You opened up the door You stepped into my dreams I want you back for more You stepped into my dreams And I don't know what to do I'm so scared of losing you. |
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from Ian Hunter - Long Odds And Out-Takes (2006)
(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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from Ian Hunter - Long Odds And Out-Takes (2006)
(ian hunter)
(transcribed by nicole apostola) He used to ride through the streets, crying through the alleyway Freezing cold in the early morning light Out to get a salary Detroit, detroit Tv image ain't gonna pay the bills Big big cars Detroit, detroit The fan Detroit, detroit Big big shots Got their heads in the sand The usual (buzzing cars noises from ian) You're late Detroit, detroit He's a working man Ghost town Ghost town (indistinguishable sounds, laughs) The loneliest man in the world |
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from Ian Hunter - Long Odds And Out-Takes (2006)
(ian hunter)
(transcribed by colin ford China, china, the evening's moving in See you, soon now, the boat moves with the wind China, china, I can see the harbour lights Light your, fire, we'll be warm tonight China, china, the thoughts drift from the sea I'm dreaming, of you, wear your dress for me China, china, the oceans on the wheel(? ) The seagulls flying lower now China I can feel you by my side Across the bay, across the tyne Can you hear me say China, china, wear your hair down low Lady, lady, you're frozen to the bone China, china, the catch was good today The oilskins clinging to my back And the lantern gently sways Oh don't you cry, the kids to bed Didn't mean the things I said China, china, the years go rolling by Laughter, sorrow, I will not make you cry China, china, think before you speak Always remember the ocean hauls as deep And if I'm tired of feeling low Don't let me sleep, you know China, china, the men are on the quay Drinking, smoking, talking quietly The water's calmer now All my work is done So china, see ya. |
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from Ian Hunter - Long Odds And Out-Takes (2006)
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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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Brain Capers (1971)
How long 'fore you realise you swing How long 'fore you realise you sting From the good to the bad to the ugly change How long 'fore you start to rearrange How long how long 'fore you realise that all's strange How long will it take to turn you around How long will it take to bend you down It makes you believe in the [real] exchange How long will it take for me to rearrange How long how long 'fore you realise that all's strange Well i don't care what the people may say I don't give a - anyway I don't care what the people may say I don't care what the people may say I don't give a - anyway I don't care what the people may say How long 'fore you realise what you missed How long 'fore we we get out and may get pissed You get all the books from the corn exchange Really mad at this outrage How long how long 'fore you realise that all's strange I don't care what the people may say I don't give a - anyway I don't care what the people may say I don't care what the people may say I don't give a - anyway I don't care what the people may say How long How long How long How long Won't you tell me how long Won't you tell me how long Won't you tell me how long Won't you tell me how long How long will it take How long will it take How long will it take (yeah) How long will it take |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Brain Capers (1971)
I've been sitting here thinking When i started out drinking I went on to the dope surely just to change my life I cried a tear and a beer for me I lost everything near and dear to me Namely my children and my wife I've an idea of having a good time Was sitting up there with my head between my knees Well i knew everything there was to know Everything except which way to go I cried oh god please take me will you take me please (yeah) many a time (well i) swore up and down I don't need none of this junk that's a floating round I could quit - let me finish what i've got After all this stuff sure costs a lot Then i get my feet back on the ground Now i can't tell nobody how to live their life Even though inside we're all the same All these things are toys i was playing with You know, you know we're all losers in the end (well now) since i've been straight I haven't been in my cups I ain't shooting downs i ain't using ups You know i'm still as crazy as a loon Even though i don't run out and cop a spoon Thank the good lord god well i've had enough I've got a friend and his name is robertson He told me "don't need to be stoned to know a friend Believe me you're all beautiful people just the way you are Tell me, what has that stuff done for you so far?" I've been sitting here thinking i've been winking i've been blinking Well i don't have to sit around no more on the nod With my head in the air (you know) I can do anything i can do it straight i can do it so much better now Its gotta start Right here in your own back yard Yes it's gotta start back your own b |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Brain Capers (1971)
Darkness darkness be my pillow Take my hand let me sleep In the coolness of your shadow In the silence of your deep Darkness darkness hide my yearning For the things that cannot be Keep my mind from constant turning Toward the things that cannot see (no, no) Darkness darkness long and lonesome With the day that brings my happiness I have found the edge of silence Oh i am in depths of fear Darkness darkness be my blanket Cover me with the endless night Take away take away the pain of your way Fill the emptiness with light (na na na na) Darkness darkness be my pillow Take my hand let me sleep In the coolness of your shadow In the silence of your deep Darkness darkness hide my yearning For the things that cannot be Keep my mind keep my mind from constant turning Toward the things that cannot see |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Brain Capers (1971)
All the changes they will take their time In the morning dust they'll begin to rise Halfway to a borderline Well i can see the end For the very first time Well i know i lost just a little bit on the journey When my mind's been split by little things that didn't fit on the way Oh i know i lost just a little bit on the journey 'cos i'm trying so hard to get going There's a man on a bridge called suicide And he hides his head while the coast is dark And the river drags and the water sways Oh his rags've seen better days And i guess he lost just a little bit on the journey For his mind was split by little things that didn't fit on the way (oh) yes i know he lost just a little bit on the journey For every gift he had to give For every life (yeah) he had to live Well they meant nothing without her to guide him on his way Well he told her he was a leader Of a well respected [load] But when he tried to leave her Well she looked right down her nose Many times he tried to make her believe in herself But she wouldn't listen to a word he said Well he followed her though the darkness All the chances i take He followed her though the wilderness Her mystery to break Many times he tried to make her believe in herself But she wouldn't listen to a word he said So for 40 days and for 40 nights Well they tied my [ways] they can see the light And the angel screamed in my nightmare ride And the changes left (yeah) but they will take their time And i guess i lost just a little bit on the journey Yes i know i lost just a little bit on the way I know i lost just a little bit on t |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Brain Capers (1971)
Oh angeline, i love you, your mouth is like a sting And when i close my eyes each night, i often hear you sing Imagination's hidden book, you wrote it on the wing And when i vowed to comfort you, well you swallowed everything Angeline, oh my angeline My sweet angeline - you have rendered me unseen I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen Well your body it is broken in so many different ways And when i stoop to find your head, well it disappeared in haze. Your blood flows like the finest juice - the kiss of burgundy And where it comes from no one knows, but where it's going i can't see Angeline, oh my angeline My sweet angeline - (y'know) you have rendered me unseen I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen Angeline, oh my angeline You little angeline - you have rendered me unseen I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen And your crystal-coloured cardboard bins - attack me from the paint And i think that i am getting lost among the swollen states Oh rescue me or bury me, for i care not what you do There is just one thing that i want to say am i really you Angeline, oh my angeline My sweet angeline - you have rendered me unseen I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Brain Capers (1971)
I know you have a second love Another one you're thinking of What is there now that i can do I'll always feel the same for you Why does it have to be this way Maybe before we'll change some day I only hope that you will stay Can't keep going on this way Well if you go away from me girl Well i know that you're not the one to blame When i see the tears come running from your eyes It'll make you start It'll make you start to realise I'm crossed between your second love It ain't just me you're thinking of And what is there now that i can do I'll always feel the same about you |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Brain Capers (1971)
Well my brother he was a drinking man And i asked him for release He said this won't do you no good And sent for the police Well they busted me for nothing Cos they said i was insane So they let my body go But they locked away my brain Well i wandered freely as a bird that had broken both its wings And i hated them and they hated me and i hated everthing And i realise that to survive well my body is not mine And i feel neglected feel rejected Living in the wrong time And to those of you who always laugh Let this be your epitaph And my head is down and i'm called a clown by comedians that grace The living stage of every page of worthless meaningless space But i swear to you before we're though you're gonna feel our every blow We ain't bleeding you we're feeding you but you're too f*cking slow And to those of you who always laugh Let this be your epitaph |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Brain Capers (1971)
This isn't a song in the true sense of the word - it is an end-of-session jam (sounds a bit like 'the journey'); but i have included it anyway. This has been The mott the hoople Light orchestra, [who've] been Playing some goodies And some newies And some oldies And some filthies And some weirdies And some queries Just for you |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Wildlife (1971)
The willow in the wind is gently weeping
No city lights tonight for she is sleeping But in a little while she will awake and gently smile My angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning. Somewhere a siren sounds and she is turning She moves my arm around 'cause she is burning She has so much to give but so little time to live My angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning. As I look down the streets are slowly forming And the ladies of the night have start performing And the trash-collectors horn salutes the dawning And soon the workward bound will they wake up yawning And soft warm hands behind that give no warning Tell me, for just one hour have I been learning I have so much to say but so little time to stay With my angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning With my angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Wildlife (1971)
I was born on the wrong side of the river
Where the sun never shone on my brass Though the seasons were rapidly changing Oh the best things were coming too fast I was waving the flag of indifference Never knowing the real reason why Casting doubt on my uncertain future It was time for a sudden goodbye I was born on the wrong side of the river Where the sun never shone on my breast Though the seasons were rapidly changing Oh the best things were coming too fast |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Wildlife (1971)
We were so close there was no room
We bled inside each other's wounds We all caught the same disease We all sang our songs of peace Lay down, lay down, let it all down Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown Lay down, lay down, let it all down Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown Oh raise the candles high 'cos if you don't we can't stand black against the light Oh raise them high again 'cos if you do we can stand dry against the rain Lay down, lay down, let it all down Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown Lay down, lay down, let it all down Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown We were so close there was no room We bled inside each other's wounds We all caught the same disease We all sang our songs of peace Some came to sing some came to pray Some came to keep the night away Oh raise the candles high 'cos if you don't we can't stand black against the light Oh raise them high again 'cos if you do we can stand dry against the rain Lay down, lay down, let it all down Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown Lay down, lay down, let it all down Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown Lay down, lay down, let it all down Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown Lay down, lay down, let it all down Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Wildlife (1971)
You can call on me whenever you need me
Hanging around never did any good And I want you to know the way that I feel Is good inside Oh oh oh oh oh It must be love I can see the garden of light all around me Cursin' in songs from those evergreen trees (?) And no one can say I'm a natural fool For walkin' this way Oh oh oh oh oh It must be love Love love love Love love love Love love love It must be love When you smile at me I can see all the stars at night Succulent moonlight is stroking your hair And I want you to know the way that I feel Is good inside Oh oh oh oh oh It must be love Love love love Love love love Love love love It must be love Love love love Love love love Love love love It must be love (That one's for you, Brian) |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Wildlife (1971)
The original mixed-up kid
Sleeps with the ladies all night Home in the morning light To nothin' Climbs in to an empty bed Pillows around his head Hide the tears he sheds For no one And Byron said Happiness is born its twin In those who share, for they will always win But what about the man who tries so hard But his heart is locked within The original mixed-up kid Must have been at the end of the line When they gave out the forms to sign For someone And he can't make up his mind where he wants to go Ain't there a heaven ain't there a hell well he just don't know For in a crowded street he can see the sleet When the other men just see the snow The original mixed-up kid be on your conscience bound (?) For you turned him upside down for nothin' |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Wildlife (1971)
Maybe I'm just a loser
Maybe it's because my boots ain't as clean as they could be Came to town with an even chance I'm feeling down the people I meet ain't fair to me Gave it a try but now I'm ready to cry And run back to the place where I was raised Maybe I'm just unfortunate Maybe I'm alone in thinking that I've got a lot to say Too far in to be anywhere Lost in the place where nobody seems to know the way Gave it a try but now I'm ready to cry And run back to the place where I was raised Home is where I wanna be Home is where you'll always see Friendly faces that'll never turn you down Or say goodbye Maybe I'm just a loser Maybe it's because my boots ain't as clean as they could be Came to town with an even chance I'm feeling down the people I meet ain't fair to me Gave it a try but now I'm ready to cry And run back to the place where I was raised Home is where I wanna be Home is where you'll always see Friendly faces that'll never turn you down Or say goodbye |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Wildlife (1971)
You keep a knockin' but you can't come in
You keep a knockin' but you can't come in You keep a knockin' but you can't come in Come back tomorrow night try it again You say you love me but you can't come in You say you love me but you can't come in You say you love me but you can't come in Come back tomorrow night try it again You keep a knockin' but you can't come in You keep a knockin' but you can't come in You keep a knockin' but you can't come in Come back tomorrow night try it again Ah Yeah Oh You say you love me but you can't come in You say you love me but you can't come in You say you love me but you can't come in Come back tomorrow night try it again You keep a knockin' but you can't come in You keep a knockin' but you can't come in You keep a knockin' but you can't come in Come back tomorrow night try it again Come on Ohh ah Yeah Wah hey Listen Contrary to what various people say This is the best pos-, this is the best possible form of music there ever was Just this It's all a load of bullshit You can, can play a guitar, you can ??? It's got nothing to do with it, this is what it's ??? Well I got a woman mean as she can be I got a woman just as mean as she can be right Sometime I'm thinking come over here with me I said shake baby shake I said shake baby shake Come on Now shake baby shake I'm thinking there's a whole lot of shakin' goin' on This is a number called 'What Did I Say', by Jerry Lee Lewis And we'd like you to answer him, get into it you know-a |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Mad Shadows (1970)
Will there come a time when sorrow's hard to find
And all those nursery rhymes will find a meaning There's got to be a change, thoughts to rearrange Does it seem so strange to try redeeming Only time will show if the unrelenting blow That's cast from down below does strike the ceiling Life must still go on whatever's right or wrong Realise what's gone and was never healing |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Mad Shadows (1970)
No wheels to ride
No wheels to travel No tracks to take on down The road I walk is getting heavy But I must still go on And in the night I hear the calling As the train goes by Then all I hear is my footsteps falling Upon the tears I cry (yeah) If I could find a better way to get to you You know that I would No money lines my pockets now But by the spring you know that it should Well I just cant wait to catch that greyhound bus That will take me back right to your side (oh oh) Can't get enough Can't get enough I can't get enough of your love (baby) (whoa) (hey) So I'll go on making time 'Til I can see a way Maybe tomorrow I'll find a future Baby all I can say If I can find a better way to get to you You know that I will Nobody rides my pockets now But by the spring you know yes you know that they will And someday soon I'll see you there waiting at the station just for me (oh) I just can't wait I just can't wait I just can't wait For you to get back (home) (oh please) |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Mad Shadows (1970)
(ian hunter)
Well you know the way we go And you know the way we see Grateful for the chosen road Nice to have the memories And you know we won't forget you And you know we'll always care We won't follow no superstitions We ain't running anywhere (hey) Thankyou for the way you've been Each and every night Thankyou for most everything Thankyou baby, thankyou baby Thankyou baby, thankyou baby You are one of us yes you are (hey hey you know you know) You are one of us yes you are (yes everywhere we go) (and it's everywhere we've seen) You are one of us yes you are (ooo yeah) (everything we do) (thankyou) (I said thankyou) (I said thankyou) |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Mad Shadows (1970)
A mountain train's coming down the track She ain't wasting time She's carrying me cause I'm going back Right to the Delaware line She knows well I ain't been anywhere Because I crawl back every time to her Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Troubles and tears I'll take it in years I left so many behind I may be a train rearranged Who knows what I'll find But everything's better in my life I know I can face any grades that I'm on Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain (alright) (hey hey hey) (oh) I'm walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain When she talks to me I know she sees Where I'm heading to She sits winks takes it all in Just admires the view And if I had a choice in life I'd take that mountain for my wife I'm walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Jumping Jack Flash it's a gas Jumping Jack Flash it's a gas Jumping Jack Flash it's a gas Jumping Jack Flash it's a gas Jumping Jack Flash it's a gas Jumping Jack Flash it's a gas |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Mad Shadows (1970)
(ian hunter)
Well I know this life is real If I close my eyes I see All around mw worlds of a million ways But still I feel The truth is here in me It does not matter what you see For my face is living on borrowed time But still I feel I can feel (I'm telling you baby) I can feel I can feel So bury me alone You can take your flowers home For there ain't no peace in this world that I know But I can feel Baby baby I can feel (whoa) I can feel (I'm telling you oh) I can feel (whoa) (oh yeah) I can feel (whoa) I can feel I can feel I can feel (come on) I can feel (whoa) I can feel |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Mad Shadows (1970)
(mick ralphs)
Sitting here alone again Wondering where it is Can't begin to figure out The reason for our mess Maybe theres no cause or comfort In the way we live Forget about the way we got here It's hard enough to live And you are what you are You are what you are You are what you are yes you are You can see the answers all around Any chosen day Life is always what you make of it Find a better way Look to find the best in people Do what you want to do Treat yourself as any other 'cause everyone is you And you are what you are You are what you are You are what you are yes you are (oh oh hey hey) |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Mad Shadows (1970)
When my mind's gone
All I do is sit and think And the days go by I don't remember anything And yesterday becomes tomorrow And I can see the day after tomorrow I can even see next year When my mind's gone When my mind's gone And the time goes fast And the shadows fly away If this feeling lasts Then I won't have to find a thing to say What once was clean is now unclean What once was straight is now unstraight What once was free is now unfree What once was cold is now uncold What once was me is now not me When my mind's gone When both my minds gone When all of my mind's gone When my mind's gone So I'll take my secrets I'll take them with me to my grave And if I'm taking yours Then I will try to make it safe There ain't nothing going right There ain't even nothing going wrong that's right And day is day And night ain't night And night is day And day is night And spring is summer And autumn's winter When my mind's gone When my mind's gone When my mind's gone Everything's gone When my mind's gone When my mind's gone When my mind's gone When my mind's gone |
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from Ian Hunter - Strings Attached (A Very Special Night With) / CD Set (2000)
Hunter
If my wheel could take another turn And if my life replaced itself again I wouldn't want a single thing to change Oh it's been good though it's been strange. And if my dreams were willing to come true I would not even try to ….. them through I'm sure there's things I've missed that others preached The goals they reached, they were not for me. Rest in peace Even though the worries let you down Don't let them count, rest in peace. Throw all those smiles and …. miles away You will willow pattern pictures through the rain And swallow when your heart begins to breathe Just like a bird, do what it please. 'Cause I ain't gonna be here all that long And when I go I want to know I sung If there's a road ahead, I'll rock right in Just got to win, this is my thing. Rest in peace Even though the worries let you down Don't let them count, rest in peace. Rest in peace. |
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from Ian Hunter - Strings Attached (A Very Special Night With) / CD Set (2000)
(Ian Hunter)
Girl-things ain't been goin' too good for me Girl-i'm living in the middle of a mystery You're the only one that can turn me on 'n' now that you're gone I said Girl-i'm livin' in the middle of your memory Girl-you're still the figure in my favorite fantasy I know you know That's the way it goes And still my love grows-i said All o' the good, all o' the good ones are taken All o' the good, all o' the good ones are taken I'm hangin' around with my head in the air Watchin' the lovers go by I had a lover-but she never cared All you could say was goodbye Maybe I was mistaken Maybe I got it wrong But all of the good ones are taken from now on 'n' girl-i'm livin' in the middle of a broken dream I said girl-all this fallin' in love ain't like it seems Out in the rain-can't you feel my pain Again 'n' again 'n' again 'n' again 'n' again All of the good, all o' the good ones are taken Maybe I was mistaken-maybe I got it wrong But all of the good ones are taken in my song |
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from Ian Hunter - Strings Attached (A Very Special Night With) / CD Set (2000)
Hunter
I scream at you for sharing And I curse you just for caring I hate the clothes you're wearing, they're so pretty. And I tell you not to see me And I tell you not to feel me And I make your life a drag, it's such a pity. And I watch your warm glow palin' And I watch your sparkle fadin' As you realise you're failin', 'cause you're so good. Now I don't mean to upset you But there's so much crime to get through If only I could make it easier, then I would. Oh I wish I was your mother I wish I'd been your father And then I would have seen you, would have been you as a child. Played houses with your sisters And wrestled with all your brothers And then who knows, I might have felt a family for a while. It's no use me pretendin' You give and I do the spendin' Is there a happy ending? I don't think so. 'Cause even if we make it I'll be too far out to take it You'll have to try and shake it from my head. Oh I wish I was your mother I wish I'd been your father And then I would have seen you, would have been you as a child. Played houses with your sisters And wrestled with all your brothers And then who knows, I might have felt a family for a while. |
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from Ian Hunter - Strings Attached (A Very Special Night With) / CD Set (2000)
Hunter
Well, there ain't nothin' I can do To take the pain away from you Another one lost on the battlefield of twisted steel, twisted steel There ain't nothin' I can say To help you take the (pain) away I can't believe that this is real Twisted steel, twisted steel And if I cry, it makes no difference And if I don't, I lose my innocence I can't imagine how a mother must feel (With) twisted steel, twisted steel Can you hear your mother callin'? Can you hear your mother callin'? Can you hear your mother ca-- she kneels Twisted steel, twisted steel This wasn't sacred, this was profane You took off and you took aim I saw you laughin' on the newsreel Twisted steel, twisted steel Can you hear your mother callin'? Can you hear your mother callin'? Can you hear your mother, she kneels Oh, twisted steel, twisted steel Twisted steel, twisted steel Twisted steel, twisted steel Twisted steel, twisted steel Twisted people, twisted minds Twisted logic, twisted times I can't imagine how a mother must feel Twisted steel, twisted steel |
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from Ian Hunter - Strings Attached (A Very Special Night With) / CD Set (2000)
Genocidal tendencies are silly to extreme
After all you're still quite small you don't know where you've been You was only swearing yesterday Oh you want to win the world away But now you got nothing to say-ay-ay Boy you're getting out of hand You've got to make a stand So put the coke away Boy you got the do the show Got to let the people know You've got the strength to stay I can see you run I can see you hide Oh your heart is aching Lost in a dream of what might have been You're the guide You're the number one And your knees are shaking Stand and deliver in an endless dream Schizophrenic, photogenic, aggravates me so Only yes-men Have a guess man Watch the spirit go Batman zips the monster as he bleeds And gets off on the buzz he needs And a kid on the street just reads and reads and reads and reads and reads and reads and reads Boy its them hard case city blues Cagney is the news Does "The Giant" ring a bell? Boy its the Hudson East River cruise Its the Empire State of booze Oh you know the story well Do you have to run Do you have to hide There's a new tomorrow Yes you're a mess But you're more than less When this battle's won You can look inside All you did not borrow Yes you're the best But you still can't rest You know you know The carnival is closed Your streets are lined with ghosts But a princess don't look back Don't look back don't look round Your vision is your fight Through long electric nights When a woman helps you write Na na na Na na na Na Na na na Na na na Cheer up mate put the dramas in the past See you did not have to fast Euphemism lasts and lasts and lasts And lasts and lasts and lasts And lasts and lasts Boy if you've got an axe to grind Be thankful for this time For it gives you what you need Boy you've got an eighty-eight to play It'll tell you what to say It'll tell you when to breathe Boy take a turnpike heading west Turn the people on to Beau Geste Cause that's what you did the best Boy play the pipes till they're old and worn Sing the words till they fall forlorn Like the pieces of a jigsaw jet Boy don't let the earth get in your face its a middle-aged displace Its the middle ages snide Boy we're a million miles away And to think its so insane Take a chance on a one way ride Boy shoot a rocket clean out of your mind Oh these people ain't your kind No they ain't your kind at all Boy shoot a rocket clean out of your brain No these people ain't the same You can hear another call Boy the (other book?) starts with (no?) They don't show us how to grow They only show us how to win Boy the secret's in the bicycle shed Ain't no answers now they're dead To seek is a mortal sin Hey you know boy let your madness be the clue |
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from Ian Hunter - Strings Attached (A Very Special Night With) / CD Set (2000) | |||||
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from Ian Hunter - Strings Attached (A Very Special Night With) / CD Set (2000)
Hunter
I followed the night till the morning sunlight And I thought of the changing times And I followed the child with the evergreen smile And the blue broken tears start to cry. Blue broken tears hide away the years And misty high rain seems colder today. And I saw a Waterlow where the evergreen grows And the wise man knows why he cries And I heard a child call me away from this all And the blue broken tears start to rise. Blue broken tears, ain't nobody here Lost in the sun my only young one. Blue broken tears, our love disappears The evergreen dies, drowned in my eyes. |
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from Ian Hunter - Strings Attached (A Very Special Night With) / CD Set (2000)
Bowie
Well Billy rapped all night about his suicide How he kick it in the head when he was twenty-five Speed jive don't want to stay alive When you're twenty-five. And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks and Sparks And Freedy's got spots from ripping off the stars from his face Funky little boat race. Television man is crazy saying we're juvenile deliquent wrecks Oh man, I need TV when I got T. Rex Oh brother you guessed., I'm a dude dad. (All the young dudes) Hey dudes (Carry the news) Where are ya (Boogaloo dudes) Stand up, come on (Carry the news) (All the young dudes) I want to hear you (Carry the news) I want to see you (Boogaloo dudes) And I want to talk to you all of you (Carry the news). Now Lucy looks sweet cause he dresses like a queen But he can kick like a mule, it's a real mean team But we can love, oh yes we can love. And my brother's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones We never got it off on that revolution stuff What a drag, too many snags. Now I've drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine Got to race some cat to bed Oh is there concrete all around or is it in my head? Yeah, I'm a dude dad. (All the young dudes) Hey dudes (Carry the news) Where are ya (Boogaloo dudes) Stand up (Carry the news) (All the young dudes) I want to hear ya (Carry the news) I want to see you (Boogaloo dudes) And I want to relate to you (Carry the news) (All the young dudes) What dudes (Carry the news) Let's hear the news come on (Boogaloo dudes) I want to kick you (Carry the news) (All the young dudes) Hey you there with the glasses (Carry the news) I want you (Boogaloo dudes) I want you at the front (Carry the news) Now you all his friends (All the young dudes) Now you bring him down cause I want him (Carry the news) (Boogaloo dudes) I want him right here bring him come on (Carry the news) Bring him here you go (All the young dudes) I've wanted to do this for years (Carry the news) There you go (Boogaloo dudes) How do you fee (Carry the news). |
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from Ian Hunter - Strings Attached (A Very Special Night With) / CD Set (2000)
(Ian Hunter)
When I was just sixteen - I stood waiting for a dream - at Barker Street bus station every night When I tried to get it on - she just looked at me with scorn - my courage turned to dust and I took flight For those looks they seemed to say You ain't nuthin' - Go away You're just a face in the crowd so I went home and I vowed I'm gonna be somebody - someday Her name was Irene Wilde - Oh such beauty for a child When she started dating boys - I nearly died For I could not barely stand to see someone hold her hand I felt I had to crawl away and hide In my mother's living room I composed so many tunes All the same - just a frame - for her name, and just to say Gonna be somebody - someday Wild as your name I soon left that country town I been around, seen some fame, seen some ups and seen some downs Smile through your shock when you hear your name aloud It's that face in the crowd - didn't dig it - much too proud... When I was just sixteen I stood waiting for a dream A Barker Street bus station non affair At the time it seemed so sad, but it did not turn out bad If you hadn't messed me up I'd still be there And I think most folks agree, a little put-down makes them see They ain't no chain - just a link and that's why you made me think Gonna be somebody - be somebody - be somebody - someday |
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from Ian Hunter - Strings Attached (A Very Special Night With) / CD Set (2000)
Hello
Well the times gettin' hard for you, little girl I'm a hummin' and a strummin' all over God's world You don't remember when you got your last meal And you forgot just how a woman feels You didn't know what rock n' roll was Until you met a drummer on a Greyhound bus I got there in the nick of time Before he got his hands across your state line We're in the middle of the night on the open road And the heater don't work and it's oh-so cold You're gettin' tired, baby, lookin' kinda beat The music of the street, drive you off your feet You didn't know how rock n' roll looked Until you caught your sister with a guy from the group Half-way home in the parking lot By the look in her eyes she was givin' what she got You know, ah-ah-ah Once bitten twice shy, babe You know, ah-ah-ah Once bitten twice shy, babe You know, ah-ah-ah Once bitten twice shy, babe Woman, you're a mess, gonna die in your sleep All the blood on my amp and my Les Paul's beat I can't leave you home 'cause you're runnin' around My best friend told me you're the best lick in town You didn't know that rock n' roll burned So you bought a candle and you loved and you learned You got the rhythm, you got the speed Mama's little baby likes it short and sweet You know, ah-ah-ah Once bitten twice shy, babe You know, ah-ah-ah Once bitten twice shy, babe, hey, hey You know, ah-ah-ah Once bitten twice shy, babe I didn't know you got a rock n' roll record Until a saw your picture on another guy's jacket You told me I was the only one And look at you now, well it's dark as it's dumb Ah-ah-ah Once bitten twice shy, babe You know, ah-ah-ah Once bitten twice shy, babe, ha, get up You know, ah-ah-ah Once bitten twice shy, babe Oh, you know,ah-ah-ah Once bitten twice shy |
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from Ian Hunter - Strings Attached (A Very Special Night With) / CD Set (2000)
(Ian Hunter)
Just another day When everything goes wrong You know that feeling you get When you're done My best years are behind me My future is in doubt They keep on putting those fences up Trying to keep me out Trying to keep me out I heard the rumors I hope they're not true There ain't no depths That they wouldn't sink to I've been told, after the corporate wars Everybody's obsolete 'Cause there ain't no more No there ain't no more Rollerball Rollerball Rollerball She's a good woman But she's easily led They led her up the garden path Right out of her head She's an academic She's got trophies on the wall She's got her P.H.D. in hypocrisy She can't help herself She's gonna do well They took away music They took away art They took away everything That was close to her heart I've been told, after the corporate wars Everybody's obsolete 'Cause there ain't no more No there ain't no more Rollerball Rollerball Rollerball Too many people Too many people Too many people Too many people Just another loser Washed up on the sand Just another winner With blood on his hands Just another victim At the alter of success Just another victim of Progress Progress Progress Progress They cut down the forest They polluted the sea They messed up the ozone Now they're looking for me I've been told, after the corporate wars Everybody's obsolete 'Cause there ain't no more No there ain't no more Rollerball Rollerball Rollerball You heard it here first You heard it here first You heard it here first You heard it here first |
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from Ian Hunter - Strings Attached (A Very Special Night With) / CD Set (2000)
We walked to the sea. Just my father and me.
아버지와 둘이서 바다로 걸어갔지. And the dogs played around on the sand. 백사장에서는 개들이 뛰어놀고 있었어. Winter cold cut the air. Hangin’ still everywhere Dressed in gray, 바람을 에는 듯한 겨울의 추위가 어두워진 주위에 가득했을 때 did he say. Hold my hand. 아버지가 말했지. ″내 손을 잡으렴″ I said, love’s easier when it’s far away. 나는 말했어. ″사랑은 멀리 있을 때 더 잘할 수 있는 거예요.″ We sat and watched a distant light. 우리는 나란히 앉아 멀리 있는 등대 불빛을 바라보았지. We’re two ships that pass in the night. 우리는 밤을 항해하는 두 척의 배 We both smile and we say it’s alright. 우린 웃으며 말했지. ″괜찮아.″라고. We’re still here. It’s just that we’re out of sight. 우린 아직 여기 있는 거야. 다만 서로 볼 수 없을 뿐 Like those ships that pass in the night. 밤을 지나는 저 배들처럼 말야. There’s a boat on the line Where the sea meets the sky. 수평선에 떠 있는 한 척의 배 There’s another that rides far behind. 또 그 뒤에 멀리 있는 다른 한 척 And it seems you and I are like strangers 우린 서로 낯선 사람들 같아 A wide ways apart as we drift on through time. 오랜 시간 험한 뱃길을 지나 온 것처럼. He said, it’s harder now, we’re far away. We only read you when you write. 아버지는 말했어. ″멀리 있으니까 더 힘들구나. 우린 오직 네 편지밖엔 읽을 수 없잖니.″ We’re two ships that pass in the night. 우리는 밤을 지나는 두 척의 배 And we smile when we say it’s alright. 우리는 웃으며 말했지. ″괜찮아.″ We’re still here. It’s just that we’re out of sight. 우린 아직 여기 있는 거야. 다만 서로 볼 수 없을 뿐 Like those ships that pass in the night. 밤을 지나는 저 배들처럼. We’re just ships that pass in the night. And we smile when we say it’s alright. We’re still here. It’s just that we’re out of sight. Like those ships that pass in the night. |
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from Ian Hunter - Strings Attached (A Very Special Night With) / CD Set (2000)
Maschwitz-Sherwin
When true lovers meet in Mayfair So the legends tell, Song-birds sing winter turns to spring Every winding street in Mayfair falls beneath the spell, I know such enchantment can be ‘Cause it happened one evening to me That certain night, the night we met, There was magic abroad in the air There were angels dining at the Ritz And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square I may be right, I may be wrong But I’m perfectly willing to swear That when you turned and smiled at me, A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square. The moon that lingered over London Town Poor puzzled moon, he wore a frown How could he know we two were so in love The whole darn world seemed upside down The streets of town were paved with stars It was such romantic affair And we kissed and said “goodnight” A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square How strange it was how sweet and strange, There was never a dream to compare With that hazy, crazy night we met When a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square. When dawn came stealing up, And gold, and blue, to interupt our rendezvous I still remember how you smiled and said “Was that a dream or was it true?” Our homeword step was just as light As the tap-dancing feet of Astaire And like an echo far away A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square. I know ‘cause I was there That night in Berkeley square |
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from Ian Hunter - Strings Attached (A Very Special Night With) / CD Set (2000)
(Ian Hunter)
(Transcribed by Justin Purington) Once upon a time not so long ago people used to stand and stare at the Spider with the platinum hair they thought you were immortal We had our ups and downs like brothers often do but I was there for him he was always there for me and we were there for you How can I put into words what my heart feels? it's the deepest thing when somebody you love dies I just wanted to give something back to you gift to gift Michael, Michael Picasso good night You used to love our house you said it was relaxing now I walk in the places you walk I talk in all the spaces you talk it still hasn't sunk in Are the words real that come into my head on a morning walk? do the shadows play tricks with my mind? For it feels like nothing has changed but I know it has Michael, Michael Picasso good night Heal me won't you heal me? nothing lasts forever set me free Heal me won't you heal me? I'm the one who's left here heal me heal me heal me You turned into a ghost surrounded by your pain and the thing that I liked the least was sitting 'round Hasker Street lying about the future And we all sit in a room full of tears on a windy day and I looked out but none of these words seem right I just wanted to give something back to you gift to gift Michael, Michael Picasso good night |
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from Ian Hunter - Strings Attached (A Very Special Night With) / CD Set (2000)
(Ian Hunter)
On the very first decade that we got to dream in Our fathers were angry, our mother's were screamin' At the clothes we were wearin' and the music we got off on Hitler was dead, welcome to Babylon Carved our initials out across the sand The heart and the arrow, no-one understands Then the tide rolled in and everything ran And washed us away, washed us away, washed us away Up in the attic ambition was burning Now my fingers were bleedin' but the tables were turning Down in the city the future was beckoning And I hated myself on the day of reckoning (Oh yeah) Carved our initials on top of the cake The heart and the arrow - the rattle and the snake How was I to know that the Earth was gonna break And wash us away, wash us away, wash us away Everything's temporary in this world Ain't it a shame when you lose someone Here tomorrow, gone today Wash us away, wash us away, wash us away There was never a fool like a young fool alone in A world without someone he can find a home in And for all the wrong reasons we rescued each other You bandaged my heart I never would recover (ohhhh) No river runs true, it always takes a twist Hearts can be broken, arrows gonna miss How was I to know that it was gonna come down to this And wash us away And we wrote our names on the Dead Sea Scrolls The young and the restless, the brave and the bold How was we to know it was gonna get outta control And wash us away, wash us away, wash us away, wash us away, wash us away,wash us away, wash us away |
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from Ian Hunter - Strings Attached (A Very Special Night With) / CD Set (2000)
Hunter
When you're school shy and the world it ain't easy to find And it's breakin' your heart cos you know you were no good from the start Don't let go, don't let go, don't let go, don't let go oh oh oh When you're headin' nowhere and those friends who you relied upon don't care And your room is a cage ain't nobody gonna help you ease your rage Don't let go, don't let go, don't let go, don't let go oh oh oh, oh oh I know That it's easy to advise But I hear someone callin' And I feel somethin' fallin' through the money in your eyes When all faith has gone And you ain't got the strength to carry on Like a child bathed in me Hide away from the lovin that you seek But don't let go, don't let go, don't let go, don't let go |
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from Ian Hunter - Strings Attached (A Very Special Night With) / CD Set (2000)
{Ian Hunter}
== Forgot my six-string raiser, hit the sky Half way to Memphis 'fore I realised Well I rang the information, my axe was cold They said she rides the train to Oreoles. Now its a mighty long way down the dusty trail And the sun burns hot on the cold steel rails And I look like a bum and I crawl like a snail All the way from Memphis. Well I got to Oreoles you know, it took a month And there was my guitar, electric junk Some spade said: 'Rock and rollers, you're all the same' 'Man that's your instrument' - I felt so ashamed. Now its a mighty long way down rock and roll Through the Bradford Cities and the Oreoles And you look like a star but you're still on the dole All the way from Memphis. Yeah it's a mighty long way down rock and roll From the Liverpool docks to the Hollywood Bowl And you climb up the mountains and you fall down the holes All the way from Memphis. Yeah it's a mighty long way down rock and roll As your name gets hot so your heart grows cold And you gotta stay young man, you can never be old All the way from Memphis. Yeah it's a mighty long way down rock and roll Through the Bradford Cities and the Oreoles And you look like a star but you're really out on parole All the way from Memphis. == |
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from Ian Hunter - Strings Attached (A Very Special Night With) / CD Set (2000)
[Ian Hunter]
Baby, if you'll just say you'll care I'll follow you most anywhere Roll away the stone, roll away the stone. And in the darkest night I'll keep you safe and all right Roll away the stone, roll away the stone. Won't you roll away the stone? Why be cold and so alone? Won't you roll away the stone? Don't you let it die. No matter if fools say we can't win I know I'll fall in love again Roll away the stone, roll away the stone. So sing, ‘cause we still got a chance Baby in love and sweet romance Roll away the stone, roll away the stone. Won't you roll away the stone? Why be cold and so alone? Won't you roll away the stone? Don't you let it die. Won't you roll away the stone? Why be cold and so alone? Won't you roll away the stone? Don't you let it die. Won't you roll away the stone? Why be cold and so alone? Won't you roll away the stone? Don't you let it die. Won't you roll away the stone? Roll away the stone Yeah, roll away the stone? Come on, roll away the stone? |
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from Ian Hunter - Strings Attached (A Very Special Night With) / CD Set (2000)
Sixty-nine was cheapo wine
Have a good time, what your sign? Float up to the Roundhouse on a Sunday afternoon. In Seventy we all agreed A King's Road flat was the place to be 'Cause Chelsea girls are the best in the world for company. In Seventy-one all the people come Bust a few seats but it's just in fun Take the Mick out of Top of the Pops, we play better than they do. In Seventy-two we was born to lose We slipped down snakes into yesterday's news I was ready to quit but then we went to Croydon. Do you remember the Saturday gigs? (We do, we do) Do you remember the Saturday gigs? (We do, we do). The tickets for the fantasy were twelve and six a time A fairy tale on sale. Oh, Seventy-three was a jambouree We were the dudes, the dudes were we Did you see the suits and the platform boots? Oh dear, oh boy In Seventy-four in Broadway tour We didn't much like dressing up no more Don't wanna be hip but thanks for a great trip. Do you remember the Saturday gigs? (We do, we do) Do you remember the Saturday gigs? (We do, we do). But now the kids pay a couple of quid 'Cause they need it just the same It's all a game, a grown-up game. And we got off on those Saturday gigs (You did, you did) And we got off on those Saturday gigs (And we did, we did) You got off on those Saturday gigs (We did, we did) You got off on those Saturday gigs (We did, we did) |
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from Mott The Hoople - All The Young Dudes (1972)
Standing on the corner Suitcase in my hand Jack is in his corset and Jane is in her vest And me I'm in a rock and roll band Riding in a Stutz Bearcat Jim Those were different times And the poets studied rules of verse And all the ladies rolled there eyes Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Now Jack he is a banker And Jane she is a clerk And they're both saving up all their money And when they come home from work Sitting by the fire Radios a-play A little classical music for you kids To the march of the wooden soldiers and you can hear Jack say Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Some people like to go out dancing Other people they got to work And there's always some evil mothers I tell you life is just full of dirt And the women never really faint And the villains always blink their eyes And children are the only ones that blush And that life is just to die But anyone who had a heart He wouldn't want to turn around and break it And anyone who ever played a part He wouldn't want to turn around and hate it Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Oh my sweet Jane |
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from Mott The Hoople - All The Young Dudes (1972)
Momma's little jewel just out of school fresh from the nuns that made you Don't know why but I'm going to try to re-in-celibate you Momma's little jewel you got the rules but I'll be the one to educate you Take what's mine take a little time and don't bite the hand that makes you True when I hold you near well I'm Caught even when I'm on the road well I'm Wearing my scorpio faces when I Come in the midnight sun What you want I can't buy so why don't you try it my way What you look for ain't in the book but I'm going to show you someday Laugh in the evening when I Catch you with my [w...?] when I Wearing my scorpio faces when I Come in the midnight sun You won't rise you won't shine you won't even try boys You've got brains if you love changes you'll have to play with my toys Momma's little jewel such a little fool thinks she can learn all the answers She don't want to feel she just want to steal don't want to take any chances True when I hold you near well I'm Caught even when I'm on the road when I'm Wearing my scorpio faces when I Come in the midnight sun when I Laugh in the evening when I Catch you with my watering gun when I Wearing my scorpio faces when I Come in the midnight sun when I Come in the midnight sun when I Come in the midnight sun when I Come in the midnight sun when I Come in the midnight sun when I |
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from Mott The Hoople - All The Young Dudes (1972)
Well, Billy rapped all night about his suicide, how he'd kick it in the head when he was twenty-five, speed jive, don't want to stay alive when you're twenty-five. and Freddie's got spots from ripping off the stars from his face, And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks and Sparks funky little boat race. The television man is crazy saying we're juvenile deliquent wrecks, oh man, I need TV when I got T Rex oh brother you guessed All the young dudes (Hey dudes!), carry the news (Where are ya?), I'm a dude dad. boogaloo dudes (Stand up, come on!), All the young dudes (I want to hear you.), carry the news. carry the news (I want to see you.), boogaloo dudes (I want to talk to you - all of you.), carry the news. Now Lucy looks sweet cause he dresses like a queen but he can kick like a mule - it's a real mean team but we can love, oh yes - we can love. And my brother's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones, we never got it off on that revolution stuff, what a drag - too many snags. Now I've drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine, I've got to race some cat to bed, is that concrete all around, or is it in my head, yeah, All the young dudes (Hey dudes!), I'm a dude dad. carry the news (Where are ya?), All the young dudes (I want to hear ya.), boogaloo dudes (Stand up!), Carry the news carry the news (I want to see you.), boogaloo dudes (I want to relate to you.), carry the news. carry the news (Let's hear the news - come on!), All the young dudes (C'mon dudes!), boogaloo dudes (I want to kick you), carry the news. carry the news (I want you.), All the young dudes (Hey you there - you with the glasses!), carry the news (Are you all his friends?). boogaloo dudes (I want you in the front!), All the young dudes (Will you bring him down, 'cause I want him!), carry the news carry the news (There you go!). boogaloo dudes (I want him right here, bring him come on - bring him!), boogaloo dudes (How do you feel?), All the young dudes (I've wanted to do this for years!), carry the news (Sick!).carry the news (There you go!), |
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from Mott The Hoople - All The Young Dudes (1972)
Hi there your friendly neighbourhood sadist want to take you for a ride Come on tell me 'bout the nights that I make you cry Two tiny purple hands crawling out across the floor All I could hear was a voice 'give me more more more' My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale She knows its right in her heart I never fail She's a sucker God help the woman who's late for work I get a green light flashing red Like a superstar [brass town?] queen who's crown I bled Now I just ran out of aspirin for an aching head So I guess I'll have to do it just one more time instead My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale She knows its right in her heart I never fail She's a sucker Good games play games no names well that's alright if you can stand the pain You can smoke my cigar all night through the link in your chain Stand up baby its time to go Well look what's here maybe if we do it slow My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale (fade) |
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from Mott The Hoople - All The Young Dudes (1972)
Old man Tyler had a crash in his car down on the fortune highway
Doctor said it was his cruel sick heart didn't go to church on Sunday Oh your pace is going to knock you dead Out of the race you got time to spare Jerkin' Crocus is the cause of the cross y |
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from Mott The Hoople - All The Young Dudes (1972)
Know that I grow my hair just to scare the teacher My goodness gracious me ain't little Johnny a creature And I lost count of the times when I never bathed I'm one of the boys One of the boys I don't say much but I make a big noise And it's growing alright its growing I borrowed Gypsy's Gibson just to show them And now I'm a rock and roll star I don't want to know them If they want a stray they better go out a grow one I'm one of the boys One of the boys I'm only human so I ain't got much choice And I know it yeah I know it Alright! Hit it come on! I'm just one of the boys One of the boys I don't say much but I make a big noise And it's growing yeah its growing I'm one of the boys One of the boys I'm only human so I ain't got much choice And I know it yes I know it One of the boys I'm just one of the boys One of the boys I'm just one of the boys One of the boys I'm just one of the boys One of the boys I'm just one of the boys Lets go! Alright! Just just just just just (fade) |
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from Mott The Hoople - All The Young Dudes (1972)
Too many people about Telling me what to do with myself It's hard to get around Walking on soft soft ground Well they can say what they feel Cause I'm completely foreign I know it's clear It's putting my mind my mind at ease She's reliable but demanding She orders me about She often keeps on wanting 'Til the morning light is out Too many mouths Arguing over nothing Its hard to get around Walking on soft soft ground |
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from Mott The Hoople - All The Young Dudes (1972)
On morning shadows you were ill-spent ";It's time";, you said, or is it time you went I tried so hard to leave you I tried to sleep The hours you keep Oh Lord I wish I could escape this iron veil Ride on my son Ride on my son Ride until you fail Something comes and something goes And something dies before it grows And I'm like a sea diver Who's lost in space [";Sweet";, said His Grace?] Oh Lord I wish I could escape this iron veil Ride on my son Right on my son Ride until you fail |
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from Mott The Hoople - Mott (1973)
Forgot my six-string raiser - hit the sky
Half way to Memphis 'fore I realised Well I rang the information - my axe was cold They said she rides the train to Oreoles And the sun burns hot on the cold steel rails Now its a mighty long way down the dusty trail All the way from Memphis 'N I look like a bum 'n I crawl like a snail Well I got to Oreoles y'know - it took a month Now its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll And there was my guitar, electric junk. Some spade said "Rock'n'rollers, you're all the same. Man that's your instrument." I felt so ashamed. Through the Bradford Cities and the Oreoles 'N you look like a star but you're still on the dole All the way from Memphis Yeah it's a mighty long way down rock'n'roll From the Liverpool docks to the Hollywood Bowl 'N you climb up the mountains 'n you fall down the holes All the way from Memphis As your name gets hot so your heart grows cold 'N you gotta stay young man, you can never be old Yeah its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll All the way from Memphis Yeah its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll Through the Bradford Cities and the Oreoles 'N you look like a star but you're really out on parole! All the way from Memphis |
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from Mott The Hoople - Mott (1973)
Little whizz kid mystified me, she was a New York City beat She came on flash - monster mash, motors in her feet Now we moved out of Manhattan to her home on the Brooklyn Heights Her dad's a street punk and her mum's a drunk, but we made out alright Far far from home, oh I felt so alone Could not spin to the speed of the city Oh send me my ticket, I'm too scared to stick She even hired a toy "rent-a-boy" straight from a Times Square stand With my little whizz kid - such a pity Oh thank you little whizz kid, but me and my friends gotta eat Now she really tried her hardest just to make me leave the band street So get back to school or the tying pool, just get yourself out on the Send you victorious, happy and glorious You got the stardust, the sawdust, and the smile Oh my little whizz kid you got such a style Don't lose your sting, how I'd hate you to swing Watch out for the auto-mite, quick or she's outta sight She's a cute super sleeper, she don't dive in deeper A natural leaper, she don't let people pass Oh my whizz kid, you know you're such a gas Such a gas |
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from Mott The Hoople - Mott (1973)
God ain't jive
'N one by one For I can see his love As it runs alive Oh, cross over shame like the wise dove Through fields of rusted wire The war has just begun Who cares not for fame just for shy love 'N rejoice for the king ain't lost his throne, oh no |