| Disc 1 | ||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |
| 2:08 | 
|
|||
| 2. |
| 3:32 | 
|
|||
|
to moonn6pence from shootingstar
From here to salvador, the ladies dance To fill us reckless sons with passions of the heart Ive been round this town for so long, she's been dancing since the first day I've been all around but I love coming back to see lucy She swings me over to pull me out, Twirls around and I fall about, in giggles and laugher, oh I've plastered, can't d**n help it Im sorry love Whats to falling feeling feet Great for bouncing round these streets Theyre lonely like you, are for me, to ask for a dance or two A heart of gold, and a face so pale, with a second hand dress and lips of a temptress Bar stool banshee, howled out at me, The kings and queens at the clubs evolved from pubs And two much broken heart love Singing up the blues in locked boxed bedroom, a wop bop baloo bop ta wop bamboo Are you going to take the chance Why do you care no one plays fair And neither do the lords of the dance From here to Salvador, the ladies dance, to fill us reckless sons, with passions of the heart Well it's a bang bang Anglo Saxons at the disco A tish you all fall down Hound dogs round on the prowl For the next young girl, who told her daddy, going round Gemma to learn and study, I'm young and so free and I kinda sexy, and when I on the floor all the boys they feel me, and old dear diary never been a friend of mine.? From here to Salvador, the ladies dance, to fill us reckless sons, with passions of the heart |
||||||
| 3. |
| 4:40 |
|
|||
| 4. |
| 3:50 |
|
|||
|
to moonn6pence from shootingstar
So lonely was the ballad Harmonica man Sam was so knackered after jives of love He puts on the gloves and then puts on his hat Then its home to the missus who sits on his tongue Selfish sons with their packs of cigarettes Forking out two take your girl with the ticket Sometimes sane other times not with it Standing at the picket, man your hands they뭨e freezing Girls with their pearls on the flex of Monroe Half g blow Marilyn뭩 gone loco Navaho... hi ho silver, Hey ho lets go dancing with the average Joes Who talk with their fists and argue with their friends Always take the piss but they뭨e loyal in the end But watch out cous cos they뭠l steal your girlfriend Take her round the back; she'll come back limping Girls singing on the bus Fellas kicking up a fuss Crying out sighs but they뭨e still looking dangerous Oh this is definitely all for you Living life in the fast lane Give it up when you got no game Oh this is definitely all for you So remember when you choke theres a reason bein' We leavin' the town cos we ain't been believin' Blowin' up smoke from the lungs to the ceiling Makin' sure nightmares turn up in your dreamin' We all good, bounce this way, on the mike every day Kicking up the country oh Good time in the old city Who's listening and who wants more? Girls singing on the bus Fellas kicking up a fuss Crying out sighs but they뭨e still looking dangerous Oh this is definitely all for you Living life in the fast lane Give it up when you got no game Oh this is definitely all for you (Spoken Word) And how it was they noticed how the panic times subsided after listening to this tape, so we would appreciate your feedback. People who have panic attacks often feel that they should be able to deal with them and indeed the resources you need are already within you its just that sometimes the appropriate responses to a particular situation are not immediately accessible Some of them said you never made the cut and young son break away wanna be older Sober as a judge as the door slammed shut 3 bags full and a yes for the no sir Say as you leave, "get up and go, go" Say "hello Showaddy waddy wa wo wo" There's never been a better way than getting right out of this town on Monday Well I still wear my old tap shoes, they fit You and me looked twelve years old back when i was ten whilst boozy suzie got woozy with a hoozy, advantage taken If i ever see again that chaperone get kicked in the teeth by street-done Tone Well her dress is ripped and her shoes are soakin' 1 step, 3 back, drinking potion Girls singing on the bus Fellas kicking up a fuss Crying out sighs but they뭨e still looking dangerous Oh this is definitely all for you Living life in the fast lane Give it up when you got no game Oh this is definitely all for you |
||||||
| 5. |
| 2:29 |
|
|||
| 6. |
| 5:48 |
|
|||
| 7. |
| 4:19 |
|
|||
| 8. |
| 3:26 |
|
|||
| 9. |
| 5:03 |
|
|||
| 10. |
| 3:38 |
|
|||
| 11. |
| 4:03 |
|
|||
| 12. |
| 6:29 |
|
|||
|
