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from 10cc - Bloody Tourists (1978)
I was walkin' down the street Concentratin' on truckin' right I heard a dark voice beside of me And I looked round in a state of fright I saw four faces one mad A brother from the gutter They looked me up and down a bit And turned to each other I say I don't like cricket oh no I love it I don't like cricket no no I love it Don't you walk thru my words You got to show some respect Don't you walk thru my words 'Cause you ain't heard me out yet Well he looked down at my silver chain He said I'll give you one dollar I said You've got to be jokin' man It was a present from me Mother He said I like it I want it I'll take it off your hands And you'll be sorry you crossed me You'd better understand that you're alone A long way from home And I say I don't like reggae no no I love it I don't like reggae oh no I love it Don't you cramp me style Don't you queer on me pitch Don't you walk thru my words 'Cause you ain't heard me out yet I hurried back to the swimming pool Sinkin' pina coladas I heard a dark voice beside me say Would you like something harder She said I've got it you want it My harvest is the best And if you try it you'll like it And wallow in a Dreadlock Holiday And I say Don't like Jamaica oh no I love her Don't like Jamaica oh no I love her oh yea Don't you walk thru her words You got to show some respect Don't you walk thru her words 'Cause you ain't heard her out yet I don't like cricket I love it (Dreadlock Holiday) I don't like reggae I love it (Dreadlock Holiday) Don't like Jamaica I love her (Dreadlock Holiday |
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from 10cc - Bloody Tourists (1978)
The world is full of other people ooh ooh take a look around We're quick to laugh when they've got troubles ooh ooh and we put 'em down We go We're not so hot you know It's like a roller coaster On a downward motion On a one way street We can't control our feet We're on the road to ruin Don't know what we're doin' She may be quiet She may be shy But don't you bring her down Don't pass her by The world of wisdom behind her eyes Could answer everything But you and I We seem to wander in a daydream ooh ooh We never look around The world is full of other people ooh ooh and we put 'em down We go We're not so hot you know It's like a roller coaster On a downward motion On a one way street We can't control our feet We're on the road to ruin Don't know what we're doin' She's not beautiful But don't make it plain You underestimate It's not a game A heart of gold Behind the drab Would comfort anyone But you and I Should try to see it from the other side oooh We'll get a shock It could surprise you The world is full of other people ooh ooh take a look around We set the pace while others listen ooh ooh never make a sound The rain must fall But we can change Our understanding will remain So take a moment To wonder why The world keeps turning For you and I |
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from 10cc - Bloody Tourists (1978)
Baby baby oh baby I'd love to love you But my hands are tied Break these chains Oh oh these chains that are killing me You don't need money if you've got love We've got each other and its more than enough Break these chains Oh oh these chains that are holding me Ooh ooh my love It's all too much for me to take Take these chains Take these chains She never thought that I could live without her All the little things she used to do Then I fell in love with you You found me You took me in When no one wanted me Making love on a sandy beach The stars above us and we're clean out of reach Of my chains oh oh the chains that were killing me And you make everything a paradise And paradise with you is twice as nice Never change, never change what you're doing to me |
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from 10cc - Bloody Tourists (1978)
I was travelling home on the subway
When this vision got on at Maida Vale And as I casually eyed the classifieds She sat down next to me Every head in the carriage was wondering I replied with a smile on my face And as I slipped into the arms of Morpheus To daydream the rest of the way She was a smooth operator You could see it in her dress I said I'd like to see you later But I didn't want to press I was homing like a scanner Did a mental strip tease But she knew that she was special And she came on like a tease Don't want love Just looking for happiness Don't want love Not looking for tenderness Don't want love Just looking for happiness Don't want love She was a headstrong woman With a demon in her blood Through the window in her eyes I saw fire in her soul And I knew if I pursued it My fingers would be burned Like a moth round a candle I was momentarily stunned Don't want love Just looking for happiness Don't want love Not looking for tenderness Don't want love Just looking for happiness Don't want love The carriage was spinning We were up on the floor She was whirling like a dervish I was whirling like a fool My reactions were dimming Like an alcoholic haze I could hear people clapping I was stumbling in a daze I was stumbling in a daze My eyes tried to focus I was suddenly aware She was newborn naked I was altogether bare There were shouts all around us There were clothes on the floor As I tried to find my senses I was sliding down the door Down a coal black tunnel I was slipping away Then I felt |
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from 10cc - Bloody Tourists (1978)
Last Night You know you really really made me appreciate my life When you took me to the seventh floor And closed the door I didn't stand a chance Oh oh that night When my conscience was losing in that age old fight Now I've always been a non-believer A true deceiver A hit and run romance Don't you know that when we turned out the light We were riding on the crest of a tidal wave Like we were ships in the night Going nowhere Last night When the feeling was missing but the mood was right From the moment we took the floor I knew for sure We'd play the parts we're expected to I've done it so many times Man we're all inmates of the human zoo Our bodies in control of our minds I played the jester and you played the fool You kept forgetting your lines I had to prompt you with a bourbon or two Huh, you planned to come all the time But when we turned out the light We were riding on the crest of a tidal wave Like we were ships in the night Going nowhere Oh last night You know you really really gave me something to write about In the morning it was just the same I'd lost again But it won't take me long to forget Oh oh last night |
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from 10cc - Bloody Tourists (1978)
You walk in the room
The folks are all there With glasses in hand But you can't take the band So you head for the bar The barman's well stocked He knows where you're at He offers a drink But you can't take none of that (No you can't take none of that) Everybody's having fun So why be the one Who's out in the cold It's not good enough You made a deal with yourself You said you'd never take another drop Your craving's big, your livers shot You'd give a million for a solitary drop You take your first belt It tastes like pure hell The second one drops Intentions are shot Well you think you might as well You take another sip You get to likin' it The music sounds hip So you head for the floor (So you head for the floor) Yea yea yea yea yea Well you step out on the dance floor And you grab at your boss's wife You've been longing to hold her close For the whole of your working life And the band played on Move your ass Well your hostess is lookin' mad As your hands start to wander And your boss is gonna get you now He's gonna put you six feet under You get walked out the door And your feet don't touch the floor You're never gonna see 'em no more The dawn starts to break Your heads a big ache You're lyin' in bed You're back from the dead And your mouth feels like old leather (Old leather) Never do it again (You'll never do it again) Everyone was havin' fun But you were the one Kicked out in the cold You slept in your clothes You let 'em down Down at the club You know your confidence got to take the rub Your boss is sore You've had your chance He says he never wants to see you again Don't want to see you again (Don't want to see you again) You've got to dry out The boys have found out It's the end of the line But it's martini time So you head for the bar..r...r..r..r..r Oh where am I now |
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from 10cc - Bloody Tourists (1978)
There's a fat man who offers a change of scene Says he'll guarantee my sheet will be clean When I get on the outside But who can you trust when the walls have ears I'm for takin' a chance, like a drownin' man I'm going under I've got reds in my bed I'm not easily led to the slaughter And while the cold war exists I'll stay warm with the commisar's daughter We could meet at the zoo where the tiger roams In a prison of steel He reminds me so much of the way I feel And we know that we're both in the danger zone Where the eyes of the world Full of shutters and bugs are upon us now I've got reds in my bed I get blues looking out of my window And we're never alone, there's a tap on the phone And my pillow Let me go home (There's a girl in a distant land) Let me go home (Who's nothing more than a memory) She don't know that I'm gonna be free Let me go home (You're a land full of misery) Let me go home (You're a cruel and a faceless race) I don't like your philosophy I don't like your philosophy The connections are made and the time is right So my body is walled in the shell of a car in the dead of night And I laugh through the pain and the agony As they cut me away to be born again back to humanity You've got reds in your bed There's a man lookin' over your shoulder But don't you give him your mind It's too late when you find that it's over You! Let me go home (You're a land full of misery) Let me go home (You're nothing more than a memory) I don't like your philosophy Let me go home (You're a cruel and a faceless race) Let me go home (You're nothing more than a memory) I don't like your philosophy |
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from 10cc - Bloody Tourists (1978)
Ten thousand miles away from someone Ten thousand miles away from you Who's your friend on the end of a telephone line A telephone line's like a life line You run me cool you run me hot love You take me where I wanna be Ship to shore, air to land Seems it's always the same I always end up with a lame brain Dont' got talkin' in your sleep no Don't go givin' it all away Don't go walkin' in your sleep no Don't go givin' it all away Dont' got talkin' in your sleep no Don't go givin' it all away Don't go walkin' in your sleep no You're ten thousand miles away Livin' it up in the paradise Don't make it right, don't make it wrong When you know you've got a friend who's at the other end And a telephone line's like a life line But a walk on the wire It don't put out no fire A telephone line's like a life line Dont' got talkin' in your sleep no Don't go givin' it all away Don't go walkin' in your sleep no Don't go givin' it all away Dont' got talkin' in your sleep no Don't go givin' it all away Don't go walkin' in your sleep no You're ten thousand miles away When you wake you'll find me sleepin The clock don't stop when you're not here But you know you've got a friend Who's at the other end And a telephone line's like a life line A telephone line is a life line A telephone line is a life line A telephone line is a life line |
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from 10cc - Bloody Tourists (1978)
Transistorised, and anodised Chrome plated, squeaky clean Oh Tokyo, oh Tokyo Oh Tokyo I love you You're trembling, you're choking But you're magical to me Oh Tokyo, oh Tokyo Oh Tokyo I love you Kimonos, and Geisha girls From grade one, down to three Oh Tokyo, oh Tokyo Oh Tokyo I love you Land of the rising sun You have taken my heart away With your beauty you nearly blinded me In your beauty I want to stay I bow to you with my heart I think of you every day When I dream you are there beside me But when I waken you're far away Perfection, in miniature With tiny hands, smiling eyes Oh Tokyo, oh Tokyo Oh Tokyo I love you Tokyo |
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from 10cc - Bloody Tourists (1978)
He looked funny The children called him the scarecrow An old raincoat And baggy trousers and sneakers he found at the dump Oh, but if you bothered to look There was something behind the rags Oh there was a look in his eyes It was something you'd never forget He lived badly A broken shack on the railway An old moggy The only one who replied When he talked to the walls Oh we didn't understand We were fooled by the dirt on his face Oh we were human then We were searching behind his disgrace Why don't you leave me alone Why don't you go to your homes Why don't you keep to yourselves I'm tellin you Why don't you leave me alone You're never gonna realise When all you do is criticise You're never gonna make it work You never seem to get enough You crumble when its getting rough You're never gonna make it work I'm tellin' you there'll come a day You're gonna blow yourselves away It's wrong that I should interfere I just get in the way Why don't you leave me alone Why don't you go to your homes Why don't you keep to yourselves I'm tellin you Why don't you leave me alone Deep into the night He was working by the light of the candle by his bed on the theory in his head He was building from the junk that he rescued from the dump And when he turned the power on There was a sound and he was gone Oh in the gray of the dawn We discovered the thing he was working on Oh we didn't understand The future was Old Mister Time Future was Old Mister Time Future was Old Mister Time Future was Old Mister Time Old Mister Time (Mister Time, Mister Time....) Old Mister Time (Mister Time, Mister Time....) Old Mister Time (Mister Time, Mister Time....) |
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from 10cc - Bloody Tourists (1978)
From Rochdale to Ocho Rios From Ocho Rios to Dorking From Dorking its back to Rochdale From Rochdale to Ocho Rios You spend half your life in transit But that's just the way God plans it Pack a shirt and some fresh pajamas That's all you need Tried to get a flight out to San Juan But Air Jamaica don't fly on Sunday Gotta get a flight out to San Juan Because I wanna see the Mama and the Papa When I look into your blue eyes I bend the truth but I never tell you lies I need my lover, I need your care Understandings not enough to make it fair From Rochdale to Ocho Rios From Ocho Rios to Dorking From Dorking its back to Rochdale From Rochdale to Ocho Rios Asleep in a stream of sunlight Awake in a dream at midnight I'm rushing to wait for jumbo Oh where am I now Tried to get a flight out to San Juan But Air Jamaica don't fly on Sunday Gotta get a flight out to San Juan Because I wanna see the Mama and the Papa A dressing room so far from home A corridor with a broken telephone I wanna call but I got to go The curtains up and it's time to do the show Show time! I just got in to the city Yeah, it's so insane But the man with the suitcase is on the road again Tried to get a flight out to San Juan But Air Jamaica don't fly on Sunday Gotta get a flight out to San Juan Because I wanna see the Mama and the Papa Asleep in a stream of sunlight Awake in a dream at midnight I'm rushing to wait for jumbo Oh where am I now You spend half your life in transit But that's just the way God plans it Pack a shirt and some fresh pajamas That's all you need Everybody sing! From Rochdale to Ocho Rios From Ocho Rios to Dorking From Dorking its back to Rochdale Oh where are we now |
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from 10cc - Bloody Tourists (1978)
I took my fantasy to Deborah You know she's always been a friendly girl You'll see her cruise the Picadilly streets And she winks at every man she meets I've been a fan of hers for quite a time I tried to pull her with a bummer line I asked her would she like a cigarette And she said let's go to bed ('cause that's what you want) And so I went And I was shocked I was so green Ground I wish you'd swallow me up She had to laugh I nearly died Some Superstud! There's more to this than meets the eye I hurried back to read the manual through You know the one that tells you what to do But all I needed was the confidence To start and break the ice Experience would be a boon for life And Debbie smiled as I came strolling by I said I'd like to have a second shot And I'd give it all I've got And with a twinkle in her eye She led me by the hand Through a door to a room Above a Soho restaurant And she smiled and told me Not to look so serious But by the time she'd talked me down I was delerious, I was away I had to window shop in Amsterdam But down the Troubador in Hollywood I found a lover who was bold enough To live my fantasy (this isn't a dream) I was away Up in the blue Emmanuelle How you gonna make it in a jet The need to shock Was coming through Where would it end You'll never know |
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from 10cc - Bloody Tourists (1978)
There's talk about some people That maybe you know The heroes and the villains And the places that they know The highest and the finest The lowest of the low Just stop and get it through you There's somewhere you can go Tell you what I do when I'm lonely I'll tell you what I do when I'm blue Tell you what I do when I'm lonely I close my eyes and think about you ['Cause] nothing can move me like my rock n roll Nothing can blow me away Nothing can move me like my rock n roll do Nothing can move Nothing can move Nothing can move me away You wake up in the morning The wrong side of the bed The spirit that was in you is hammering your head You crawl up to your hi fi Select a side or two Sharpen up your needle and feel it coming through ['Cause] nothing can move me like my rock n roll Nothing can blow me away Nothing can move me like my rock n roll do Nothing can move Nothing can move Nothing can move me away ['Cause] nothing can move me like my rock n roll Nothing can blow me away Nothing can move me like my rock n roll do Nothing can move Nothing can move Nothing can move me away |
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