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Says Red Molly, to James, "Well that's a fine motorbike.
A girl could feel special on any such like." Says James, to Red Molly, "My hat's off to you. It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952. And I've seen you on the corners and cafes, it seems. Red hair and black leather, my favorite color scheme." And he pulled her on behind, And down to Boxhill, They'd Ride. Says James, to Red Molly, "Here's a ring for your right hand. But I'll tell you in earnest I'm a dangerous man; For I've fought with the law since I was seventeen. I've robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine. And now I'm twenty-one years, I might make twenty-two. And I don't mind dyin' but for the love of you. But if fate should break my stride, then I'll give you my Vincent, To Ride." "Come down Red Molly," called Sargent McQuade. "For they've taken young James Aidee for Armed Robbery. Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside. Oh, come down, Red Molly, to his dying bedside." When she came to the hospital, there wasn't much left. He was runnin' out of road. He was runnin' out of breath. But he smiled, to see her cry. And said, "I'll give you my Vincent. To Ride." Said James, "In my opinion, there's nothing in this world Beats a '52 Vincent and a Redheaded girl. Now Nortons and Indians and Greavses won't do. Oh, they don't have a Soul like a Vincent '52." Well he reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys. He said, "I've got no further use...for these. I see Angels on Ariels in leather and chrome, Swoopin' down from Heaven to carry me home." And he gave her one last kiss and died. And he gave her his Vincent. To Ride. |
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Says Red Molly, to James, "Well that's a fine motorbike.
A girl could feel special on any such like." Says James, to Red Molly, "My hat's off to you. It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952. And I've seen you on the corners and cafes, it seems. Red hair and black leather, my favorite color scheme." And he pulled her on behind, And down to Boxhill, They'd Ride. Says James, to Red Molly, "Here's a ring for your right hand. But I'll tell you in earnest I'm a dangerous man; For I've fought with the law since I was seventeen. I've robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine. And now I'm twenty-one years, I might make twenty-two. And I don't mind dyin' but for the love of you. But if fate should break my stride, then I'll give you my Vincent, To Ride." "Come down Red Molly," called Sargent McQuade. "For they've taken young James Aidee for Armed Robbery. Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside. Oh, come down, Red Molly, to his dying bedside." When she came to the hospital, there wasn't much left. He was runnin' out of road. He was runnin' out of breath. But he smiled, to see her cry. And said, "I'll give you my Vincent. To Ride." Said James, "In my opinion, there's nothing in this world Beats a '52 Vincent and a Redheaded girl. Now Nortons and Indians and Greavses won't do. Oh, they don't have a Soul like a Vincent '52." Well he reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys. He said, "I've got no further use...for these. I see Angels on Ariels in leather and chrome, Swoopin' down from Heaven to carry me home." And he gave her one last kiss and died. And he gave her his Vincent. To Ride. |
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from Richard & Linda Thompson - Hokey Pokey (1975)
I know the way
That I feel about you I'm never going to run away I'm never going to run away Never knew the way When I lived without you I'm never going to run away I'm never going to run away I came to you when No one could hear me I'm sick and weary Of being alone Empty streets and Hungry faces The world's no place when You're on your own A heart needs a home Some people say That I should forget you I'm never going to be a fool I'm never going to be a fool A better life, they say If I'd never met you I'm never going to be a fool I'm never going to be a fool Tongues talk fire and Eyes cry rivers Indian givers Hearts of stone Paper ships and Painted faces The world's no place when You're on your own A heart needs a home ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By RICHARD THOMPSON <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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from Richard & Linda Thompson - Hokey Pokey (1975)
I know the way
That I feel about you I'm never going to run away I'm never going to run away Never knew the way When I lived without you I'm never going to run away I'm never going to run away I came to you when No one could hear me I'm sick and weary Of being alone Empty streets and Hungry faces The world's no place when You're on your own A heart needs a home Some people say That I should forget you I'm never going to be a fool I'm never going to be a fool A better life, they say If I'd never met you I'm never going to be a fool I'm never going to be a fool Tongues talk fire and Eyes cry rivers Indian givers Hearts of stone Paper ships and Painted faces The world's no place when You're on your own A heart needs a home ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By RICHARD THOMPSON <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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from Richard Thompson - Small Town Romance [live] (1984)
I know the way that I feel about you
I'm never gonna run away, I'm never gonna run away Never knew the way when I lived without you I'm never gonna run away, I'm never gonna run away I came to you when no one could hear me I'm sick and weary of being alone Empty streets and hungry faces The world's no place when you're on your own A heart needs a home Some people say that I should forget you But I'm never gonna be a fool, I'm never gonna be a fool Better life, they say if I'd never met you But I'm never gonna be a fool, no, I'm never gonna be a fool Tongues talk fire and eyes cry rivers Indian givers, hearts of stone Paper ships and painted faces The world's no place when you're on your own A heart needs a home |
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from Richard Thompson - Live From Austin,Texas (2005)
Well we were heroes then,
And the girls were all pretty And a uniform was a lucky charm, Bought you the key to the city We used to dance the whole night through While Al Bowlly sang "The Very Thought Of You" Now Bowlly's in heaven and I'm in limbo now Well I gave my youth to king and country But what's my country done for me But sentenced me to misery I traded my helmet and my parachute For a pair of crutches and a demob suit Al Bowlly's in heaven and I'm in limbo now Hard times, hard hard times Hostels and missions and dosser's soup lines Can't close me eyes on a bench or a bed For the sound of some battle raging in my head Old friends, you lose so many You get run around, all over town The wear and the tear, Oh it just drives you down St Mungo's with its dirty old sheets Beats standing all day Down on Scarborough Street Al Bowlly's in heaven and I'm in limbo now Can't stay here, you got to foot-slog Once in a blue moon you might find a job Sleep in the rain, you sleep in the snow When the beds are all taken You've got nowhere to go Well I can see me now, I'm back there on the dance floor Oh with a blonde on me arm, red-head to spare Spit on my shoes and shine in me hair And there's Al Bowlly, he's up on a stand Oh that was a voice and that was a band Al Bowlly's in heaven and I'm in limbo now |
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from Richard & Linda Thompson - Shoot Out The Lights (2004)
Those backstreet women, watch what you say
You turn your back and they slide away They run next door, they give it all away Doing the slide The backstreet slide, the backstreet slide They're gonna get you, dead or alive Stab you in the back with a kitchen knife Doing the backstreet slide Do it all day, the backstreet slide Gatemouth woman leaning on the fence She's got no teeth, she's got no sense You don't need much intelligence Doing the slide The backstreet slide, the backstreet slide They're gonna get you, dead or alive Stab you in the back with a kitchen knife Doing the backstreet slide Do it all day, the backstreet slide Slide over here, slide over there Spreading that scandal everywhere Stab you in the back and they just don't care Doing the slide Now slander is a loving tongue They speak your name to everyone Never is a curse left unsung Doing the slide The backstreet slide, the backstreet slide They're gonna get you, dead or alive Stab you in the back with a kitchen knife Doing the backstreet slide Do it all day, the backstreet slide The backstreet slide, the backstreet slide They're gonna get you, dead or alive Stab you in the back with a kitchen knife Doing the backstreet slide Do it all day, the backstreet slide ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By THOMPSON <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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from Richard Thompson - Live From Austin,Texas (2005)
Condemned to violence, arrested by pain
Inside the soul lies a man insane Conceived in anger, addicted to hate The mutant child of a twisted state Beware the contradiction Beneath the crimson void 'Cos in this world of fiction My jekyll doesn't hide A killer's smile with a psycho star dream Behind the mask things aren't what they seem Unholy soldier, disciple of sin What kind of mind are you living in? You're preaching revolution Don't you mean genocide? Behind this resolution My jekyll doesn't hide Waiting to die for the very first time All right, that's right Waiting to die for the very first time All right, that's right Waiting to die for the very first time I don't give a damn, 'cos I think it's my time Time, my time The symbiosis of murder and lies What do I see looking through your disguise? Fourth Reich dementia subversion ideals God only knows what your secret conceals Who'll be the first offender? Who will be victimized? In your perverse agenda My jekyll doesn't hide |
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from Richard Thompson - Mock Tudor (2006)
Condemned to violence, arrested by pain
Inside the soul lies a man insane Conceived in anger, addicted to hate The mutant child of a twisted state Beware the contradiction Beneath the crimson void 'Cos in this world of fiction My jekyll doesn't hide A killer's smile with a psycho star dream Behind the mask things aren't what they seem Unholy soldier, disciple of sin What kind of mind are you living in? You're preaching revolution Don't you mean genocide? Behind this resolution My jekyll doesn't hide Waiting to die for the very first time All right, that's right Waiting to die for the very first time All right, that's right Waiting to die for the very first time I don't give a damn, 'cos I think it's my time Time, my time The symbiosis of murder and lies What do I see looking through your disguise? Fourth Reich dementia subversion ideals God only knows what your secret conceals Who'll be the first offender? Who will be victimized? In your perverse agenda My jekyll doesn't hide |
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from Richard Thompson - Small Town Romance [live] (1984)
I'm beating my retreat
Back home to you I'm beating my retreat Back home to you I'm burning all my bridges I'm burning all my bridges I'm burning all my bridges I'm running back home to you I'm trailing my colors Back home to you I'm trailing my colors Back home to you This world is filled with sadness This world is filled with sadness This world is filled with sadness I'm running back home to you I'll follow the drum Back home to you I'll follow the drum Back home to you There was no joy in my leaving There was no joy in my leaving There was no joy in my leaving I'm running back home to you |
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from Richard Thompson - Mirror Blue (1994)
I was nineteen when I came to town
They called it the Summer of Love They were burning babies, burning flags The hawks against the doves I took a job in the steamie Down on Cauldrum Street And I fell in love with a laundry girl Who was working next to me Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing So fine a breath of wind might blow her away She was a lost child, oh she was running wild She said, "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay And you wouldn't want me any other way" Brown hair zig-zag around her face And a look of half-surprise Like a fox caught in the headlights There was animal in her eyes She said, "Young man, oh can't you see I'm not the factory kind If you don't take me out of here I'll surely lose my mind" Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing So fine that I might crush her where she lay She was a lost child, she was running wild She said, "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay And you wouldn't want me any other way" We busked around the market towns And picked fruit down in Kent And we could tinker lamps and pots And knives wherever we went And I said that we might settle down Get a few acres dug Fire burning in the hearth and babies on the rug She said "Oh man, you foolish man It surely sounds like hell You might be Lord of half the world You'll not own me as well" Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing So fine a breath of wind might blow her away She was a lost child, oh she was running wild She said, "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay And you wouldn't want me any other way" We was camping down the Gower one time The work was pretty good She thought we shouldn't wait for the frost And I thought maybe we should We was drinking more in those days And tempers reached a pitch And like a fool I let her run With the rambling itch Oh the last I heard she's sleeping rough Back on the Derby beat White Horse in her hip pocket And a wolfhound at her feet And they say she even married once A man named Romany Brown But even a gypsy caravan Was too much settling down And they say her flower is faded now Hard weather and hard booze But maybe that's just the price You pay for the chains you refuse Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing And I miss her more than ever words could say If I could just taste all of her wildness now If I could hold her in my arms today Well I wouldn't want her any other way |
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from Fairport Convention - Meet On The Ledge: The Classic Years (1967-1975) (2000)
If she knew what I've seen while I'm watching Would she know where to smile, what to say? When she leaves from her book to be with me Where's her mind as she stands while I play? She left behind names in the pages And the time she took out, they stayed in Now she thinks that she maybe should tell them Of my book and the places she's been Now she's looking at me while I'm writing Does she know where to smile, what to say? When she leaves from her book to be with me What's she thinking about while I play |
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Here I am in your room going through your stuff
Said you'd be gone five minutes, that's time enough Here in your drawer there's lacy things Old credit cards and beads and bangles and rings But I think I've found what I'm looking for Hidden away at the back of the drawer Here's the life that you led before Old photographs of the life you led Arm in arm with Mr. X why and Z Old boyfriends big and small Got to see how I measure up to them all There is a place we all must start love Who were you holding in that fond embrace I've found a door into your heart love And do you still feel the warmth of cold kisses? Here I am behind enemy lines Looking for secrets, looking for signs Old boyfriends, big and small Got to see how I measure up to them all This one's handsome, not too bright This one's clever with his hands alright Tougher than me if it came to a fight And this one's a poet, a bit of a wet Bit of a gypsy, a bit of a threat I wonder if she's got over him yet Old passions frozen in the second Who were you holding in that fond embrace Hearts have a past that must be reckoned And do you still feel the warmth of cold kisses? Time to put the past away That's your footstep in the street I'd say Tie the ribbon back around it Everything just the way I found it And I can hear you turn the key And my head's buried when you see me In a Margaret Miller mystery And do you still feel the warmth of cold kisses? Do you still feel the warmth of cold kisses? |
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Well, there's a house in an alley
In the squats and low-rise Of a town with no future But that's where my future lies It's a secret, but no secret It's a rule, but no rule Where you find the darkest avenue There you'll find the brightest jewel Now my name, it is Mulvaney And I'm known quite famously People speak my name in whispers What higher praise can there be But I'd trade my fine mohair For tied-dyes and faded jeans If she wanted me some other way She's my Cooksferry Queen She gave me one pill to get bigger She gave me one pill to get small I saw snakes dancing all around her feet And dead men coming through the wall Well, I'm the prince of this parish I've been ruthless and I've been mean But she blew my mind as she opened my eyes She's my Cooksferry Queen, yeah Well, she's got every rare perfection All her looks beyond compare She's got dresses that seem to float in the wind Pre-raphaelite curls in her hair She could get the lame to walking She could get the blind to see She could make wine out of Thames river water She could make a believer out of me Yes, I'd trade it all tomorrow All the wicked things I've been She's my bright jewel of the alley She's my Cooksferry Queen Yes, I'd trade it all tomorrow All the wicked things I've been She's my bright jewel of the alley She's my Cooksferry Queen |
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Well, there's a house in an alley
In the squats and low-rise Of a town with no future But that's where my future lies It's a secret, but no secret It's a rule, but no rule Where you find the darkest avenue There you'll find the brightest jewel Now my name, it is Mulvaney And I'm known quite famously People speak my name in whispers What higher praise can there be But I'd trade my fine mohair For tied-dyes and faded jeans If she wanted me some other way She's my Cooksferry Queen She gave me one pill to get bigger She gave me one pill to get small I saw snakes dancing all around her feet And dead men coming through the wall Well, I'm the prince of this parish I've been ruthless and I've been mean But she blew my mind as she opened my eyes She's my Cooksferry Queen, yeah Well, she's got every rare perfection All her looks beyond compare She's got dresses that seem to float in the wind Pre-raphaelite curls in her hair She could get the lame to walking She could get the blind to see She could make wine out of Thames river water She could make a believer out of me Yes, I'd trade it all tomorrow All the wicked things I've been She's my bright jewel of the alley She's my Cooksferry Queen Yes, I'd trade it all tomorrow All the wicked things I've been She's my bright jewel of the alley She's my Cooksferry Queen |
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from Richard Thompson - Hand Of Kindness (2006)
By Devonside she was a-marching
It was a gang of no great size And surrender was the banner that she carried And hungry was the shiver in her eyes She met a boy, his health was failing She dropped the banner and took her prize And the only food she had was bread and morphine Ah, but he fed on the shiver in her eyes By Devonside his love was drifting He looked for comfort otherwise And there never was a rope or chain about him Ah, she held him with the shiver in her eyes Ah, she said, my John, I'll be your pillow I'll be your lover, mother, whore and wife And he knew that he loved and never seen her When the light fell from the shiver in her eyes |
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| from Richard & Linda Thompson - Shoot Out The Lights (2004) | |||||
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| from Richard & Linda Thompson - Pour Down Like Silver (2004) | |||||
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| from Richard Thompson - Strict Tempo! (2019) | |||||
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