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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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| 2. |
| 4:13 | 
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| 3. |
| 3:49 |
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(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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| 4. |
| 5:50 |
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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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| 5. |
| 4:13 |
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| 6. |
| 6:08 |
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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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| 4:40 |
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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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| 4:30 |
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| 9. |
| 6:10 |
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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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| 10. |
| 4:00 |
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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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| 4:31 |
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| 12. |
| 4:36 |
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(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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| 4:20 |
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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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