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| 4:22 | ||||
2. |
| 4:36 | ||||
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 |
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3. |
| 3:53 | ||||
4. |
| 4:10 | ||||
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 |
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5. |
| 3:45 | ||||
6. |
| 3:48 | ||||
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 |
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| 4:46 | ||||
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 |
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| 4:31 | ||||
9. |
| 6:36 | ||||
10. |
| 4:53 | ||||
11. |
| 4:33 | ||||
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 |
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12. |
| 11:13 | ||||