Ray Davies - Other People's Lives [compilation, live] (2006) by Ray Davies (보컬) on maniadb.com

I just had a really bad fall
And this time it was harder to get up than before
I shouted to the heavens and a vision appeared
I cried out "Can you help?", it replied "Not at all"

After the fall is over
You'll be on your own
After the fall is over

There'll be wrecks to clear in this war zone
There'll be much to clean and time to atone
But while it's dark you can shelter here
In the bleak midwinter when you're feeling the fear
Ah, but when the mist clears, the sun will shine again

A life's gotta have direction
After the deals are done
You gotta ask the question

Ask yourself why you go through it all
When morality kicks in, who will catch you when you fall
I'm a sinner waiting at the traveler's rest
Seeking refuge from the storm, and I'm a grateful guest
And a profit cries out in high platitudes
I smile and say, "Hey, I was just passing through"
And an angel cries, "Wait, we'll tell you when to move"
Even at the gates of Heaven I'll be waiting in a queue

Seems like I'm falling upwards
Into the great white blue
And all my imperfections

You can learn your lines and fabricate a show
But the way we come in, yeah, that's the way we're gonna go
We cheat and lie to conquer our fears
We can put on a smile just to cover up the tears
Ah, but when the mist clears, the sun will shine again

After the fall (after the fall is over)
There'll be a better day
After the fall is over

So I fell on my arse, now I'm feeling the pain
But the feeling will pass and so will the shame
The bigger the ego, the bigger the fall
When your reputation counts for nothing at all
Ah, but when the mist clears, the sun will shine again

I will greet you when the sun shines again
After the fall (after the fall is over)
There'll be a better day
After the fall is over

All she wrote was a goodbye letter
"It's over for us, to tell you the truth
I've met this person in a disco
He's really special, reminds me of you?

"Now you can mix in those swinging circles
Single bars and gay cafes
With pickup lines to impress young schoolgirls
And big Australian barmaids"

That's all she wrote
On the back of that old brown envelope
A few killer lines to get my goat
That's all she wrote

All she wrote on that goodbye letter
"It's over for us, to tell you the truth
And my new man is a vegetarian
He laughs a lot, not like you"

Picked up one of her old love letters
"You are such a caring man"
Such a change from that cold, bitter scam
Of what I was and what I am

That's all she wrote
On the back of an old brown envelope
A few killer lines to get my goat
That's all she wrote

"Did you ever really love me?
Did you ever really care?
Now, you're free to live your fantasy
And I'm not there

To cramp your style and blow your cover
Now, you're free to take your lover
To titty bars and low life clubs"

All she wrote is a goodbye letter
"It's over for us, to tell you the truth
I've met this person in a disco
He's really special, reminds me of you?

"So, don't pretend to be a new man
Be chauvinistic, that's your way
Now, you're free to make your play
For that big Australian barmaid
(Big Australian barmaid)
Big Australian barmaid"

That's all she wrote
On the back of that old brown envelope
A few killer lines in that suicide note
That's all she wrote

Hey, my friend
You can't run away from time
They say you can't fight fate
Time won't wait
You can't run away from time

And time is the avenger
But why should we just surrender to it?
Why go through it?

Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away
Let's run away from time
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away

Girl, you and me
We've got to set ourselves free this time
We must try to escape
Because it's never too late
Liberation is ours to find

Hey, hey, let's run away
Let's run away from time
Hey, hey, let's run away

Hey, girl
Let's run away from time
We've still got mountains to climb
A day at a time
It's never too late, so why should we wait?

Take me, save me, maybe, baby
Run, run, run away
Run, run, run away
Run, run, run away

The world is too obsessed
By the continual quest
For the fountain of youth
They will never find

And time is the avenger
But why should we just surrender to it?
Why go through it?

Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away
Let's run away from time
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away
Run, run, run away
Run, run, run away

Run, run, run away
Run, run, run away

the natives are getting restless in the tropical heat
work in scarce and children play while the dogs fight in the street
and in the hotels all the tourists dine on local fare
while the waiters stand and stare
and in the street taxi cabs crawl around for voice
to the sound of the tourist in the casino
rattling the dice
MONEY MONEY

I'm just another tourist checking out the slums
with my plastic Visa drinking with my chums
I dance and swing while ABBA sing
and I flash my platinum
to the sound of Livin-La-Vida-Loca
yes Livin-La-Vida-Loca

while in the heat of the street
the native beats his drum


take the money 'cos it's just another tourist
having lots of fun

oh let's go to the Mardi Gras
oh let's kiss the Blarney Stone
oh let's hear the Wailing Wall
oh the Empire State is so very tall
and the Taj Mahal really has a pretty dome
and everwhere that I go I say
I want to make it my home

I'm just another another tourist checking out the slums
with my plastic Visa drinking with my chums
MONEY MONEY

Now I don't mind if fifty thousand yobos pick me up
Outside a football ground on a Saturday afternoon
I'll still come out fighting, do you know why?
You've seen me on television, I'm the lowest common denominator
And this is all about your culture, so welcome to jolly Ol' England
I'm the stand up comic

Jack the lad has become Oscar Wilde
And the followers of style say, "It's the latest thing"
And William Shakespeare is the schmooze of the week
And anyone who says different is a fuckin' antique
And Noel Coward has become very hard and the comic says
"Bullocks" and everybody laughs and that's that

Style, I mean, never was much, never has been
But the little bit that was was all that we had
And the clown does a belch and we all belch back
And that's that

Jack the lad has become Fancy Dan
And creating agro culture with a rub on tan
And all the tearaways, have got savior faire
And the working class hero's got a tinted hair
And a well spoken hero from a yesteryear
Walks out onto a stage and they all shout
(Queer)
And that's that

Manners, I mean, never was much, never has been
But the little bit that was was all that we had
And now the clown does a fart and we all fart back
And that's that

Stand up, stand up, can you hear me at the back?
All you white boys standing in a row
And the comic shouts and we all shout back
And the mob says, "Follow", so we go

Stand up, stand up, can you hear me at the back?
All you white boys standing in a row
And the comic shouts and we all shout back
And the mob says, "Follow", so we go and that's that

What do you think of it so far?
I knew you'd say that
You've been watching too much television
Together now

Jack the lad has become Oscar Wilde
And the followers of style say it's the latest thing
And William Shakespeare is the schmooze of the week
And anyone who says different is an antique
And Noel Coward has become very odd and the comic says
"Bollocks" and everybody laughs and that's that

Style, I mean, never was much, never has been
But the little bit that was was all that we had
And the clown does a belch and we all belch back
And that's that, all together now

Stand up, stand up, can you hear me at the back?
All you white boys standing in a row
And the comic shouts and we all shout back
And the mob says, "Follow", so we go

Stand up, stand up, can you hear me at the back?
All you white boys standing in a row
And the comic shouts and we all shout back
And the mob says, "Follow", so we go and that's that

Well, I'm going down the pub now, you're welcome
To join me if you like but I know you won't
You've all been watching too much television
Well, I'll be in the public bar, minding my own business