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Neon lights in the pouring rain - it's just another Saturday
Avoid the bomber boys comin' out the Indian - looking for a holiday I left home on the 4th of July - in nineteen hundred and seventy five I'm just a pirate with a patch over one eye Wanna buy a drink for an American Spy? I spent fourteen years on the factory floor I never took a day off sick I was workin' away all day on the Centre Lathe Tryin' to get it done quick I was always in the red - never in the black You make a little money 'n they take it all back This ain't the way to spend the rest of my life Wanna buy a drink for an American, Wanna buy a drink for an American Spy? Englishmen don't commit suicide - they move to the USA They got big back yards and Platinum cards 'N everyday's a holiday Seedy little snobs - I don't wanna know 'em I don't trust them fuckers as far as I can throw 'em Cast your fate to the winds say I Wanna buy a drink for an American Spy? Don't ask me - sounded like a plan Go west, go west, go west young man I've had enough of that old school tie Wanna buy a drink for an American Do ya wanna buy a drink for an American (Spy)? Do ya wanna buy a drink for an American Spy? |
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(Ian Hunter)
The sun shone through the window as I lay down on your carpet Staring at the speakers - pretending to be tortured And I never moved a muscle No, I never moved a muscle The sunlight turned to shadows, and the minutes turned to hours Somebody turned the lights on, there was conversation, laughter And you know just what I'm after - you know just what I'm after You will look at me, and your curiosity is gonna get the better of you, will get the better of you Standing next to me now - she's in the air I breathe She says, "I'm marrying a rich man but he still thinks I'm a virgin So I need a little action, I need a little fun I need a good Samaritan, good Samaritan, good Samaritan, good Samaritan" We raged around our cages until all the doors lay open Then we fell upon each other in the fury and the frenzy And we fought like Gods of Thunder - and we played like fives 'n under And the only screams that mattered turn to whispers in my ear You're my good Samaritan, you're my good Samaritan, you're my good Samaritan, you're my good Samaritan Walking down the street - they make such a lovely couple And she freezes when she sees me - but she don't have to worry Cos I needed something deeper - I needed something longer She said, "People who are weaker, need people who are stronger" And I don't know what possessed you, was I just a one night stand And not your good Samaritan, good Samaritan, good Samaritan, good Samaritan. |
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(Ian Hunter)
How do I begin - where do I start When did you first scrape the knees of my heart You said you would never marry a musician I said that's all right - 'cos I ain't good enough to be one You dragged this basket case - in out of the dark And I fell for you - from the knees of my heart The Registrar's Office was a bold council gray I slipped the ring on your finger - it's there to this day Oakington Avenue - corn flakes 'n' jam I sprayed your Anglia black - but it still looks like a pram You got the face of an angel - I felt Cupid's dart All the way down to the knees of my heart You love me - you hate me You move me - you irritate me When I go over the top you always drag me back You fill in all the cracks - I guess opposite's attract And I'm glad of that Down by the river where the humming birds hum I bought you house with a burglar alarm system You're honest, you're faithful - you're loyal and true Where would I be if it was not for you? For always and ever - til death do us part I will love you - from the knees of my heart |
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(Ian Hunter)
We were morons from the day we were born We believed every word that you said - boy were we wrong We're all fat now - on the sofas - mini morons - taking over Cos we're older now, older now, older now, older now We were morons - red, white and blue We were working class kids on the skids - with nothing to do We're all dead now - in our boxes - holding on to what little we go left Cos it's over now, over now, over now, over now Read moron newspapers, watch moron television All laid on by slimy little, sleazy little, phony little morons Etonians, Harrovians, think they're the chosen ones And they poke fun at scruffy little, spotty little, stupid little morons Ha ha ha ha, look at those morons Ha ha ha ha, they do nothing but whine And they're slow all the time Look at those morons, never mind, never mind, never mind, never mind, never mind, never mind, never mind We can leave them behind, while we're dumbing them down, we'll be robbing them blind Ah Ah, morons don't matter at all. No education, no informatioon Morons are boring, ugly and small They lower the tone, lets get rid of them all Will to learn - gone away Force fed garbage every day We're the slaves of smarmy little, self important, petty little morons Oxford - Cambridge - see how the other half live Steer well clear of lazy little, filthy little, funny little morons Ha ha ha ha, look at those morons Ha ha ha ha, they're such terrible types And they're not very bright - look at those morons It's all right, it's all right, it's all right, it's all right, it's all right, it's all right, it's all right, it's all right Let them fight every night, while they're missing the point, we can do what we like Ah ah, I'm 60 and what have I got I live in a warzone, surrounded by morons Don't tell me I'm free when I'm not Ah ah, abandon hope all who live here We are the morons that you declared war on Now everyone's living in fear We're starving, it's something that needs to be said We're starving, it's something that needs to be said We're starving, starving, starving, starving, starving, starving, starving, starving Morons can never escape from the fact, they can never escape and we hate you for that We we're morons - but then again no, no, no! |
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(Ian Hunter)
I used to come home each night to no one - no one All by myself, turn out the light - no one - no one One knife, a fork 'n' a spoon An empty bed in a cold room Oooh I needed someone - maybe you could help I called you up, I said "There's no one, baby there's no one else" No one ever looked twice at me - no one - no one Take a look at my life - what do you see - no one - no one Kinda nervous 'n' jealous too - I lose me if I lose you Just when I was feeling sorry for myself She called me back, she said, "There's no one, baby there's no one else" With no one to call you - with no one rootin' for you With no one to adore you - you'd be lost and alone With no one to kiss you - with no one to miss you And always be with you - you would turn into stone I've been waiting for the longest time To hold your hand on Sunday Oooh I needed someone - I saw you and I fell I called you up, I said, "There's no one - and I'll never want anyone else" Baby there's no one else Baby there's no one else Baby there's no one else Baby there's no one else |
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(Ian Hunter)
Beautiful people - got their beautiful lives - got their Beautiful husbands - got their beautiful wives - got their Beautiful bankers - got their beautiful lawyers All things bright and beautiful The beautiful people are sent to destroy us Beautiful people - got their beautiful kids - got their Beautiful schools where the beautiful other half live - got their Beautiful futures in their beautiful professions All things bright and beautiful The beautiful people got the money for the lessons I'm living in purgatory - I know what purgatory is This ain't no sanctuary - This ain't no way to live You gotta have a sense of humour - you gotta know how to laugh at it Cos, I'm living in Purgatory 'n anything's better than this Beautiful people got their beautiful clothes - got their Beautiful mansions - down their beautiful country roads - got their Beautiful Doctors - in their beautiful surgeries All things bright and beautiful The beautiful people like a little privacy I'm living in purgatory - I know what purgatory is This ain't no sanctuary - This ain't no way to live You gotta have a sense of humour - you gotta know how to laugh at it Cos, I'm living in Purgatory 'n anything's better than this Beautiful losers on their beautiful estates got their beautiful job centres on the beautiful welfare wait and wait Beautiful dreamers - out of their beautiful skulls All things are bright and beautiful As long as they're beautiful, people stay beautiful. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful I'm living in purgatory - I know what purgatory is This ain't no sanctuary - This ain't no way to live You gotta have a sense of humour - you gotta know how to laugh at it I'm living in Purgatory 'n anything's better than this |
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(Ian Hunter)
I don't wanna be no traitor to the cause But England is a luxury - not many can afford There's people going under - it's getting out of hand Whatever happened to our - our green and pleasant land? It turned into a wilderness; it turned into a third world country Most people ain't getting what they pay for Some people gettin' more than they should be I know, I know - I'm an alien - but what are you gonna do I wanna live in England - but it gets to you It gets to you, it gets to you, it gets to you I really don't know why - England's such a ripoff It's crazy, but it's true I really don't know why - England wants to rip off you England wants to rip off you, England wants to rip off you What do you do when you find out? Where do you go if you leave? There's no place like home - that's what they say And that's what you always believed Someday you might win the Lottery Someday you might win the Pools But that's all you've got - that's all you've got - to live for, to live for That's all you've got - that's all you've got - to live for, to live for (yeah) To be or not to be - that's the question Oh what's it gonna be? I'd love to live in England - but it gets to me it gets to me, it gets to me, yeah it gets to me I really don't know why - England's such a ripoff It's crazy, but it's true I really don't know why - England wants to rip off you England wants to rip off you, England wants to rip off you I really don't know why - England's such a ripoff It's crazy, but it's true Oh I really don't know why - England wants to rip off England wants to rip off , England wants to rip off |
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(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 - 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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(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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(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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(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)
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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(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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(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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(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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(Ian Hunter)
I packed my bags - in the land of rags 'Cos I don't believe in them dimmo drags Don't wanna vote for the left wing - don't wanna vote for the right I gotta have both-to make me fly Just a whitey from Blighty - heading out west Got my little green card 'n my bulletproof vest Goin' to old tube city - where the buzz is the best On down the line (down the line) down the line (down the line) Well I was born (on the line) 'n I was raised (on the line) I was schooled (on the line) 'n I was fazed (on the line) 'N I was used (on the line) 'n I was dazed (on the line) Just had to split (off the line) 'cos I was crazed (off the line) 'N I remember all the good times - me 'n Miller enjoyed Up and down the M1 in some luminous yo-yo toy But the future has to change - and to change I've got to destroy Oh look out Lennon here I come - land ahoy-hoy-hoy All American Alien Boy All American Alien Boy Don't look down put your feet on the ground don't drown in the big aquarium Don't walk slow - put on a big show - shove your meat down vegetarians Don't get slugged, get mugged, get bugged, or they'll sling you in the jug Shove you under some rug, give you some drug - pull out the plug and then... And they're telling me this hamburger's cheaper than the other 'N this television's cheaper than the other And they're selling me hotdogs cheaper than the other 'N these pizzas cheaper than the other And I don't understand all this - I'm just an All American Alien Boy 'N they're telling me rifles are shot in Connecticut They're telling me pistols are shot in Westchester You can get a Saturday Night Special on Flatbush, on the Bowery, or the Bronx Or on 42nd Street - And I don't understand all this - being an All American Alien Boy I've got sodium nitrate rotting in my guts My head's full of ulcers I got lungs full of butts My heart wants a transplant - it thinks that I'm nuts My logic won't open - my eyes won't shut 'N I'm beginning to dig all this - being an All American Alien Boy And your women are always right (alright) They always know so much more 'Cos the women came from heaven 'N the men came outta some store 'N they don't know who they are and they don't know what they're for I'm an All American Alien Boy - look out Mary Tyler Moore - All American Alien Boy - etc. CHORUS Ten Bears, Two Bears, Standing Bear, Plenty Bear, Old Bear, Brave Bear, Hollow Horn Bear Silver Knife, Spotted Tail, Yellow Hand, Red Cloud, Red Fox, Red Horse, Black Kettle, White Ghost, White Bull, White Thunder, White Hog, hold on a minute gotta frog in my throat Cochise, Alchise, Roman Nose, Geronimo - hold on a minute - more to go Sitting Bull, Tall Bull, Crazy Horse and Short Bull, Low Dog, Red Dog, Yellow Wolf, Low Wolf Loco, Victorio, Chato, Little Crow, Dead Eyes, Jak, Taza 'n Colorow My mouth's exploiting that's enough of this noise I guess we're all - All American Alien Boys. |
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from Ian Hunter - All American Alien Boy (2006)
(Ian Hunter)
I packed my bags - in the land of rags 'Cos I don't believe in them dimmo drags Don't wanna vote for the left wing - don't wanna vote for the right I gotta have both-to make me fly Just a whitey from Blighty - heading out west Got my little green card 'n my bulletproof vest Goin' to old tube city - where the buzz is the best On down the line (down the line) down the line (down the line) Well I was born (on the line) 'n I was raised (on the line) I was schooled (on the line) 'n I was fazed (on the line) 'N I was used (on the line) 'n I was dazed (on the line) Just had to split (off the line) 'cos I was crazed (off the line) 'N I remember all the good times - me 'n Miller enjoyed Up and down the M1 in some luminous yo-yo toy But the future has to change - and to change I've got to destroy Oh look out Lennon here I come - land ahoy-hoy-hoy All American Alien Boy All American Alien Boy Don't look down put your feet on the ground don't drown in the big aquarium Don't walk slow - put on a big show - shove your meat down vegetarians Don't get slugged, get mugged, get bugged, or they'll sling you in the jug Shove you under some rug, give you some drug - pull out the plug and then... And they're telling me this hamburger's cheaper than the other 'N this television's cheaper than the other And they're selling me hotdogs cheaper than the other 'N these pizzas cheaper than the other And I don't understand all this - I'm just an All American Alien Boy 'N they're telling me rifles are shot in Connecticut They're telling me pistols are shot in Westchester You can get a Saturday Night Special on Flatbush, on the Bowery, or the Bronx Or on 42nd Street - And I don't understand all this - being an All American Alien Boy I've got sodium nitrate rotting in my guts My head's full of ulcers I got lungs full of butts My heart wants a transplant - it thinks that I'm nuts My logic won't open - my eyes won't shut 'N I'm beginning to dig all this - being an All American Alien Boy And your women are always right (alright) They always know so much more 'Cos the women came from heaven 'N the men came outta some store 'N they don't know who they are and they don't know what they're for I'm an All American Alien Boy - look out Mary Tyler Moore - All American Alien Boy - etc. CHORUS Ten Bears, Two Bears, Standing Bear, Plenty Bear, Old Bear, Brave Bear, Hollow Horn Bear Silver Knife, Spotted Tail, Yellow Hand, Red Cloud, Red Fox, Red Horse, Black Kettle, White Ghost, White Bull, White Thunder, White Hog, hold on a minute gotta frog in my throat Cochise, Alchise, Roman Nose, Geronimo - hold on a minute - more to go Sitting Bull, Tall Bull, Crazy Horse and Short Bull, Low Dog, Red Dog, Yellow Wolf, Low Wolf Loco, Victorio, Chato, Little Crow, Dead Eyes, Jak, Taza 'n Colorow My mouth's exploiting that's enough of this noise I guess we're all - All American Alien Boys. |
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from Ian Hunter - All American Alien Boy (2006)
(ian hunter)
God said to me "gonna kick your ass - 'cos all you do is ask ask ask All that energy looking for me when I'm sitting here inside you - plain to see How I built you cell for cell gave you sights to see - gave you tales to tell Even let you help yourself for a while - to take some weight off this busy child" I said to God "i found you out - I know what this world is all about!" God said "stop - don't scramble your brain - my opponent's been messing you around again See him and me are enemies and we play little games for galaxies And he's inside you - 'n I am too - so here we are - just the three of you" "oh we made mistakes - too many cards - but making human beings can be hard A God gets tired of playing so much chess - he wishes his God would get him out of his mess" I said to God "what's it like to die" he said "it's as plain as the sea and sky Conception was him and me and you - when your batteries fade we all just move on" I said to God "who's winning this game - is the devil in front" he said "is that his name You know I've been so busy I never asked - I never looked up from this awesome task" I said to God "what's good 'n bad" he said "it's just something you've got to have It don't mean nothing to us up here - but your primitive people - you gotta have fear" I said to God "do I think for myself" he said I told you once you just help yourself Don't forget you're composed of three, your thinking comes from him and me" I said to God "how big are you, is there a religion - is it true How big's the universe - is time - the same for you as my life is to mine" God said "if all the things that made worlds float - were all to part - then you would note The size of him and the size of me - and that's how big we both shall be" He said "the universe is small - just like some fortune-teller's ball And we both sit down - and we play the game - when somebody wins it all starts again" "there's no religion - you did that - it helps to keep your little leaders fat Like faith 'n superstition stay - to help you pass the time away But when you talk of time and life - it makes me think of circles, heights Expansion is the clue - your dreams - are nearer than you've ever been" "you see my little toy to think - is from two bowls of wine to drink Don't take too much or you may drown - behave yourself - see you around..." |
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from Ian Hunter - All American Alien Boy (2006)
(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 - All American Alien Boy (2006)
(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 - All American Alien Boy (2006)
(ian hunter)
Poor britannia - drowning in your waves With the body of the unknown soldier and the best of the brave I have known you ever since I was a child How come you don't salute me - now - when I smile You was always so young and on all o' that money How come new mourners pass you by and think it's so funny I'd be there with you but I'm chained unto this stake For I am loyalty but my mast I cannot forsake I looked down on a bunch of amusements, I looked down walls I've looked on hangings 'n parades 'n city halls And I've seen love in so many living rooms And I've seen rich men slowly die inside their tombs I know we're just two charms but it's heavy on my mind Have faith in me I said, now, look at time I know you're just a victim of your history but Have faith in me, I said and you would be free.... You pull me up and you pull me down And when the queen's in residence I hang around I don't wave madly 'cos the climate's civilised Just flutter sadly 'cos I'm old 'n I'm wise And you-you been up, and you - you been down You been through many things I know you been around I have fought armies for you in the conflicts of the past Britannia, I implore you, do not lower me by half. |
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from Ian Hunter - All American Alien Boy (2006)
(Ian Hunter)
He searched through his love like a thief on the run He searched through his face - to see the guilt water run But he's fresh out of tears and nobody has come And justice has got to be done Oh moon in the city stay open and clear For his vision ain't good and his mind's disappeared "Get along mother nature" they spat at your son So justice has got to be done And beauty is lying alone in the park Her friend has gone bowling in the alleys so dark Where's her knight in white armour who rides a chrome Ford Justice would seem to be bored Justice would seem to be bored A knife full of life penetrated the bait While he thinks 'o the sister and the mother that he hates And he thinks he'll get off 'cos he's sick, rich, and stoned And justice was made to be honed And justice was made to be honed And his lawyer is smiling one hell of a smile 'N he's lying all the lies - of the lies in exile While she's dying of grief he's defending his brief And justice would seem to be cheap And justice would seem to be cheap Well I've searched through the falling, and I searched through the failed I've searched through the jury - the judge and the jailed But sleeping beauty is dead no use pricking her thumb And justice has got to be done Justice just is - justice just is - justice just is - Not! |
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from Ian Hunter - All American Alien Boy (2006)
(Ian Hunter)
He's much the same as anyone - He don't do what he's told He got hostile on his school report - and he leaves his mother cold His father owned a bakery - one day they found him hanged It ain't good to be free in Little Italy - his son's the leader of the gang CHORUS RESTLESS YOUTH - RESTLESS YOUTH RESTLESS YOUTH - RESTLESS YOUTH He soon found out he could not work - the money was no good This child of the city hit the welfare kitty - did some runnin' for the hoods And the logic of the street was such - that everything was bent There's a lot of white collars - stealing government dollars - wouldn't notice such a little percent. CHORUS Now I went to his graduation - in some Brooklyn overnight jail He said he was a member of the rock'n roll nation - but his face was drawn 'n pale They gave him a suspended sentence - 'n he got straight on the phone Called a big, big, man with a Miami tan 'n said "Hi I'm Al Capone - the 2nd Restless Youth" CHORUS Now his first hit came at seventeen - his second was his last Some dealer ran screaming from the scene - as the bullets whistled past 'N the cop that killed him shook his head 'n said "I swear the truth When I know it was some old, old man 'n not a restless youth." CHORUS Now the moral of this story is that all he saw was greed Legal, illegalities 'n all them politician thieves Good people of the U.S.A. if you want your kids to grow Then check your harvest carefully - Don't reap; before you sow CHORUS |
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from Ian Hunter - All American Alien Boy (2006)
(Ian Hunter)
See lonely shadows - silver needles Abandoned in the evening war Lost children of the night - come catch the candle bright I hear a hollow sound - falling to the ground - she's lost before she's found Sad broken angels takin' rainbows Out on the street for all to see If we are the chosen few - what ever happened to All those things we knew, if this is being free - I'd rather search for me CHORUS You nearly did, you nearly did, you nearly did You nearly did me in, you nearly did me in And I need some place to hide - my weary anger down Out on some misty distant highway Feel like I though a million miles Is my search nearly done - I think I see someone I get the urge to run on blindly through the rain, and I fool myself again CHORUS What ever happened to dignity What ever happened to integrity What ever happened to honesty Well I'll tell you something baby - I feel the pain just like the sea CHORUS |
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from Ian Hunter - 30th Anniversary Edition (2005)
(Ian Hunter)
Fare thee well, gentle maid, I'll see you on your way; And the sun will rise tomorrow And wash my sins away. For I know that I've abused you But I only had a day. And I know that's why you left me In your own sad little way - I am gone - disappeared But I hear a young dove crying 3000 miles from here. Some would say you were a loser 'Cause you play a loser's game, But then if I am a winner, Why then am I so ashamed? If you hear a young dove crying, You'll know it's me to blame. For I never got her number; I never knew her name. Now she's gone - disappeared. But I hear a young dove crying 3000 miles from here. |
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from Ian Hunter - 30th Anniversary Edition (2005)
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 - 30th Anniversary Edition (2005)
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 - 30th Anniversary Edition (2005)
(Ian Hunter)
I hear a thousand drums a million miles away I feel the Wembley rock I get a buzz off a big parade I get the music Everywhere Get off on the music If this is the end there I don't care I get so excited So excited Call me a fan that's just what I am I said I I I I I get So excited So excited My nerves are alive I feel like a knife I said I get so excited I hear a choir singing way up above the sea I feel the sound a-changing as the night rocks a spell on me I get the music Everywhere Get off on the music If this is the end there I don't care I get So excited So excited I'll throw you a line come far behind I said I I I I I get So excited So excited Its happening so fast And the drummers a blast I said I get so excited By your mind oh yeah oh yeah Excited by your warmth oh yeah oh yeah Excited by your body oh yeah oh yeah Excited by your... Ha ha ha ha Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah right! I get So excited So excited Band on the run just for the fun I said I I I I I get So excited So excited It lasts and it lasts Get up off your past I said I I I I I I I get So excited So excited Call me a fan that's just what I am I said I I I I I I I get So excited So excited My nerves are alive I feel like a knife I said I I I I I I I I (fade) Hey hey! |
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from Ian Hunter - 30th Anniversary Edition (2005)
(Ian Hunter)
Well I picked her up on a Saturday night Pool hall poison but she felt alright Oh dear what a sight when I saw her in the light of day She was a speakeasy sleazer of the highest degree Oh you should hear the stories she was laying on me We really got it on as she held my point of view Oh! She's a lounge lizard Coming on strong Who you fooling Its me you're with Lounge lizard Come on come on You got to be joking Give give give yeah Well I don't care if your sisters a john I don't mind where your momma come for Just give it to me Just pull it through me Alright (Golly?) is a dolly got makeup on I don't mind just keep your raincoat on No hesitation no reputations to scale us Oh! She's a lounge lizard Coming on strong Who you fooling Its me you're with Lounge lizard Come on come on You got to be joking Give give give Hey hey hey hey hey hey Oh! She's a lounge lizard Coming on strong Who you fooling Its me your with Lounge lizard Come on come on You got to be joking Just give give give Oh! She's a lounge lizard Coming on come on Who you fooling Its me your with Lounge lizard Come on come on You got to be joking Give give give I said give give give Give give give Give give give Give give give Give give give |
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from Ian Hunter - 30th Anniversary Edition (2005)
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 - 30th Anniversary Edition (2005)
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 - 30th Anniversary Edition (2005)
(ian hunter)
Where do you go when you've somewhere to run But the time isn't right and there's things to be done And you're trapped half-way up, you don't want to go back So you keep going on - compromising the lack And you see the green fields as you travel on by And you look at the things you'd forgotten to try And you wish you were young and you wish you were old For the songs always sung and the stories been told And you thought you were different but what did it mean For you tricked yourself trying - life's still unseen As it is, as it was, as it always will be Will you find out at all what it is to be free See it never was easy to live with a head So I kept to the back room and I live there instead What comes from the front-room is only for "friends" I have a bay window but that's where it ends And it's here I see pictures and my madness is clear And there's no longer logic so therefore no fear And I'm almost dead with uncontrollable light Sometimes when I've written a song - it's alright... |
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from Ian Hunter - 30th Anniversary Edition (2005)
(Ian Hunter)
Lonely days lonely nights Hoping thing's gonna turn out right You had me hanging on a string For you I did most anything You don't give me no The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth Its a blind mans eye baby ain't no youth The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth Don't need your lies I got my proof Put your face up to my window Ask me baby what did I see Well I know I know you ain't right I know you ain't right for me You don't give me no The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth Gods little baby's got nothing to shoot The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth Get your kicks on a different route All I want is the truth All I want is the truth All I want is The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth Blind mans eye baby ain't no use The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth Don't need your lies I got nothing to prove The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth Gods little baby's got nothing to shoot The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth Get your kicks on a different route Don't hurt ya Don't hurt ya The truth don't hurt ya The truth don't hurt ya Don't hurt ya don't hurt ya The truth don't hurt ya (fade) |
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from Ian Hunter - 30th Anniversary Edition (2005)
(Ian Hunter)
Driving off in the rain and snow Oh the jets ain't jumping cause the clouds too low I wanna know I wanna know I wanna know The ice on the window the highway the sea Who do you love is it him or is it me Hey hey I wanna know I called Detroit city on the telephone The man on the line tell me you ain't home I wanna know Who's that voice What's (...?) There's a deep red glow in the early morning sky Who do you love better make up your mind Don't wanna buy love Don't wanna try love I just want your love babe Hey alright! Well its five in the morning and the place is dead I'm gonna rest my body on a empty bed Who do you love I gotta know What's his name Karen What's your game Make up your mind are you his are you mine When you get back I ask you one more time Hey hey! Hey hey! |
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from Ian Hunter - 30th Anniversary Edition (2005)
(Ian Hunter)
Driving off in the rain and snow Oh the jets ain't jumping cause the clouds too low I wanna know I wanna know I wanna know The ice on the window the highway the sea Who do you love is it him or is it me Hey hey I wanna know I called Detroit city on the telephone The man on the line tell me you ain't home I wanna know Who's that voice What's (...?) There's a deep red glow in the early morning sky Who do you love better make up your mind Don't wanna buy love Don't wanna try love I just want your love babe Hey alright! Well its five in the morning and the place is dead I'm gonna rest my body on a empty bed Who do you love I gotta know What's his name Karen What's your game Make up your mind are you his are you mine When you get back I ask you one more time Hey hey! Hey hey! |
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from Ian Hunter - You`Re Never Alone With A Schizophrenic (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 - You`Re Never Alone With A Schizophrenic (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 - You`Re Never Alone With A Schizophrenic (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 - You`Re Never Alone With A Schizophrenic (2003)
(Ian Hunter)
Is there life, is there life? Is there life after death? Do you believe? Oh yeah! Is there life, is there life? Is there life after death? Do you believe? Oh yeah! Do you stop take another roller coaster ride Do I beg, steal, cheat or lie? Oh my is there life after death? Oh I wish I'd never smoked so much I wish I'd never felt the Devil's touch All that passes through my eyes so fast. Oh my. Is there life, is there life? Is there life after death? Do you believe? Oh yeah! Is there life, is there life? Is there life after death? Do you believe? Oh yeah! It's such a sad sad song Mother Nature ain't never wrong She always tells you when you're getting on Oh my, is there life after death? I can hardly wait to see my face Will I still have one in a different place Oh you'll forgive me if I hesitate, but oh my Is there life, is there life? Is there life after death? Do you believe? Oh yeah! Is there life, is there life? Is there life after death? Do you believe? Oh yeah! Is it any wonder, I feel just a little bit under I hear choirs filled with Fenders say return to sender Jumping information, I've got hyperventilation Will it help me if I walk the streets I gotta get down search around here dragged by my feet Oh no I never knew those (?) I'm gonna shake it, shake it, shake it, is there life after death I can't remember when I felt so sick and rough And now they're gonna legalise the stuff It sure tells you when you've had enough, off the cuff Is there life, is there life? Is there life after death? Do you believe? Oh yeah! Is there life, is there life? Is there life after death? Do you believe, I've run out of breath. |
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from Ian Hunter - You`Re Never Alone With A Schizophrenic (2003)
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 - You`Re Never Alone With A Schizophrenic (2003)
(ian hunter)
Death be my mistress, guns be my wife Breath is my witness and roads are my life Just give my future's clean as a knife Far on the way from l.a. The sun heats the saddle, sand in my hair Looking for water and there's sweat everywhere Know that I'm nearer I smell damp air I ain't tasted coffee for days When the leaves are down I'll be southward bound Hunters hunt the outsider. When the wind grows cold, when the sun grows old, Nothing holds the outsider Just killed a man in a town called nightfall Damned if I can't remember it all My hand it was shaking but his talk it was tall I paid for the funeral crew And it seems like I never reach mexico They're heading me off every place that I go I'm sick of the fact that I've got to lay low What else can an outsider do I know they're near to me, I don't have to see Just let me be the outsider They ain't far behind, they're always on my mind They won't find the outsider The outsider When the leaves are down I'll be southward bound Hunter's haunt the outsider. When the wind grows cold, when the sun grows old, Nothing holds the outsider The outsider. the outsider. |
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from Ian Hunter - You`Re Never Alone With A Schizophrenic (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 - You`Re Never Alone With A Schizophrenic (2003)
(Ian Hunter)
Well it's Tuesday night How I'd like to be inside at this time Watchin' T.V. is killin' me It's such a drag tonight I feel like Jason Just found a rusty fleece And the Cyclops all laughin' at me You can't tame Wild East Wild East Wild East Wild East Wild East Now some cynic from the methadone clinic He keeps on bothering me He writes all my lyrics backwards on diapers And hangs 'em from the local trees Watch out, white boy Don't argue with a sawn off piece I'm a crazy son, Mama I love the grease of Wild East Wild East Wild East Wild East Wild East Wild East Wild East Wild East Wild East Now Jezebel don't feel too well, she talks to Jane 'Bout a one way conversation on a subway train Hey! They took away her wallet and her valise Love hate, love hate, love hate, love hate, Wild East Wild East Wild East Wild East Wild East Wild East Wild East Wild East come on crazy Wild East (repeat and fade) |
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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)
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)
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)
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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[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)
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)
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)
Hunter-Ronson
I never brush my teeth and I never wash I guess I never bother with no brush I don't care about a knife and fork And don't you argue with the way that I talk And all you ladies want my autograph And have you seen my photo, have you seen my photographs....yeah I hit the city when the sun goes down I get this feeling that I'm running around I love virgins, I like 'em petite Cute little sister won't you sit on me End up scoring, over 5 dollars down You don't have to tell me I'm a clown Cause I'm a bad mother - try me and see I'm a bad mother - check my I.D. I'm a bad mother - got nothing to do If I could spit, I'd spit all over you. I'm a Man O' War, hey hey The demon of the semen, I'm a Man O' War And you know it for sure, yeah You better get back on your feet, I'm a Man O' War I tell my woman that I got this disease She says, "Honey, please, get down on your knees" "You look so sexy when you sing with the band Tie me up, tie me up, tie my hand". How'd you like to do it with the leader of the pack Cause baby, ain't got the germs and bad seeds back(?) Cause I'm a bad mother - I get around I'm a bad mother - I know the sound I'm a bad mother - nothing to do If I could spell, I'd put a spell on you Cause I'm a Man O' War hey hey Ain't nobody told you I'm a Man O' War I got a gun for show, yeah So get up on your feet I'm a Man O' War (Come on Mickey) Cause I'm a bad mother - check me and see I'm a bad mother - I got VD I'm a bad mother - got nothing to do, oh If I could spit, I'd spit all over you I'm a Man O' War hey hey The demon of the semen, I'm a Man O' War And you know it for sure, yeah Oh baby get up on your feet, I'm a Man O' War I'm a Man O' War, I'm a Man O' War Give me an image, I'll take it to the limit I'm a Man O' War, I'm a Man O' War Mamma's little soldier, I'm a Man O' War All right, yeah. |
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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)
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)
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 - Welcome To The Club (2003)
(Ian Hunter)
There's a place in the city they call the Archway Where we rented three rooms for a dollar a day and I worked semi-skilled at the capstans for years And my wife was a good woman but the love disappeared Sons and Daughters, Daughters and Sons When a marriage goes down they're the loneliest ones Sons and Daughters, Daughters and Sons How I hope they can cope with the damage I've done I found me a band, I went out on tour So the kids wouldn't know I was with them no more When they said, "Where's me dad?" She'd say, "He's a star!" Oh if only stars knew what fools they all are. Sons and Daughters, Daughters and Sons When a marriage goes down they're the loneliest ones Sons and Daughters, Daughters and Sons How I hope they can cope with the damage I've done I got a new contract, I got a new life No more capstans for me and I've got a new wife Sometimes she gets angry, says she wants a family Then that nightmare returns like a ghost haunting me Sons and Daughters, Daughters and Sons When a marriage breaks up you're the loneliest ones Sons and Daughters, Daughters and Sons How I hope you all cope with the damage we done |
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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)
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)
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 - 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)
(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)
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)
(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 - 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)
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/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)
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)
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)
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 - 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)
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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