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Buster he sold the heat
with a rocksteady beat An earthquake is erupting but not in orange street a ghost dance is preparing you got to help us with your feet If you're not in the mood to dance step back grab yourself a seat this may not be uptown Jamaica but we promise you a treat CHORUS: Buster bowl me over with you bogus dance shuffle me off my feet even if i kept on running i'd never get to orange street So i say there's not much left to say for the man who set the beat so i leave it up to you out there to get him back on his feet CHORUS x 1 Bring back the who is the we want the Bring back the Prince |
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Madness, madness, they call it madness Madness, madness, they call it madness It's plain to see That is what they mean to me Madness, madness, they call it gladness, ha-ha Madness, madness, they call it madness Madness, madness, they call it madness I'm about to explain a-That someone is losing their brain Hey, madness, madness, I call it gladness, yee-ha-ha-ha Propaganda ministers Propaganda ministers I've a-got a heavy due I'm gonna walk all over you 'Cause Madness, madness, they call it madness Well if this is madness Then I know I'm filled with gladness It's gonna be rougher It's gonna be tougher, pa-da-da, pa-da-da And I won't be the one who's gonna suffer Oh no, I won't be the one who's gonna suffer You are gonna be the one, a-you |
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Hey you
Don't watch that watch this this is the heavy heavy monster sound the nuttiest sound around so if you've come in the off the street and you're beginningto feel the heat well listen buster you better start to move your feet to the rockinest rock steady beat of madness ONE STEP BEYOND!!! one step beyond repeated |
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I don't know what to be
It's not so easy to find out later About the necessary knowledge for survival You think you know enough to get you through life But find out too late of chances passed by An early start is not so important But timing is most essential Opportunity gone is gone forever You never know how much it could have been And once gone, gone forever You will find out to your cost A better use can be made of your time And don't think that life is easy You may never get a lucky break They'll put you down, cold and unknown A total failure from womb to grave |
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It's just gone noon half past monsoon
On the banks of the river Nile Here comes the boat only half-afloat Oarsman grins a toothless smile Only just one more to this desolate shore Last boat along the river Nile Doesn't seem to care, no more wind in his hair As he reaches his last half mile The oar snaps in his hand before he reaches dry land But the sound doesn't deafen his smile Just pokes at wet sand with an oar in his hand Floats off down the river Nile Floats off down the river Nile All aboard, night boat to Cairo Night boat to Cairo |
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I tell you I didn't do it 'Cause I wasn't there Don't blame me, it just isn't fair You listen to their side Now listen to mine Can't think of a story Sure you'll find me sometime Now pass the blame and don't blame me Just close your eyes and count to three (One two three) Then I'll be gone and you'll forget The broken window, t.v. set It wasn't me either, I'm just his mate He told me to stand here and watch the gate I've got a wife and three kids you know They'll tell you I'm straight, at least I think so I'm as honest as the day is long, The longer the daylight, the less I do wrong Now pass the blame and don't blame me Just close your eyes and count to three (One two three) Then I'll be gone and you'll forget The broken window, t.v. set Pass the blame and don't blame me Just close your eyes and count to three (One two three) Then I'll be gone and I'll forget That what you give is what you get... Pass the blame and don't blame me Just close your eyes and count to three (One two three |
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Papers in the morning Bowler hat on head Walking to the bus stop He's longing for his bed Waiting with his neighbours In the rush-hour queue Got to get the first bus So much for him to do He's got to hurry got to get his seat Can't miss his place, got to rest his feet Ten more minutes till he gets there The crossword's nearly done It's getting so hard these days Not nearly so much fun His mind wanders to the office His telephone, desk and chair He's been happy with the company They've treated him real fair Think of seven letters begin and end in 'C' Like a big American car but misspelt with a 'D' I wish this bus'd get a move on Driver's taking his time I just don't know I'll be late Oh dear, what will the boss say? Pull yourself together now Don't get in a state Don't you worry, there's no hurry It's a lovely day Could all be going your way Take the doc's advice Let up, enjoy your life Listen to what they say It's not a game they play Never get there at this rate He's caught up in a jam There's a meeting this morning It's just his luck, oh damn His hand dives in his pocket For his handkerchief Pearls of sweat on his bowler His pulse-beat seems so brief Eyes fall on his wrist-watch, the seconds pass real slow Gasping for the hot air but the chest pain it won't go Tried to ask for help But can't seem to speak a word Words are whispered frantically But don't seem to be heard What about the wife and kids? They all depend on me We're so sorry, we told you not to hurry Now it's just too late You've got a certain date We thought we made it clear We all voiced our inner fears We left it up to you There's nothing we can do |
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He is just a boy in the city Dressed the same he's uniformly pretty He knows it's the time He can read the signs He can really change In the city The best dressed boy in town he thinks it's funny Half a dozen jobs makes his money He's just a boy in the city Friday night propels Walter Mitty It's about time He can read the signs A night on the town In the city Monday is a work day Tuesday's much the same Wednesday comes and goes away Thursday's back again Friday night to Sunday in the morning Monday brings the weekend's final yawning Now it's about time He has crossed the line He is miles away In the city (City!) (City!) (City!) (City!) Now it's about time He can read the signs He can really change It is on his mind He has crossed the line He has gone once more From the city |
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Father wears his Sunday best
Mother's tired she needs a rest The kids are playing up downstairs Sister's sighing in her sleep Brother's got a date to keep He can't hang around Our house, in the middle of our street Our house, in the middle of our ... Our house it has a crowd There's always something happening And it's usually quite loud Our mum she's so house-proud Nothing ever slows her down And a mess is not allowed Our house, in the middle of our street Our house, in the middle of our ... Our house, in the middle of our street Our house, in the middle of our ... Something tells you that you've got to get away from it Father gets up late for work Mother has to iron his shirt Then she sends the kids to school Sees them off with a small kiss She's the one they're going to miss In lots of ways Our house, in the middle of our street Our house, in the middle of our ... I remember way back then when everything was true and when We would have such a very good time such a fine time Such a happy time And I remember how we'd play simply waste the day away Then we'd say nothing would come between us two dreamers Father wears his Sunday best Mother's tired she needs a rest The kids are playing up downstairs Sister's sighing in her sleep Brother's got a date to keep He can't hang around Our house, in the middle of our street Our house, in the middle of our street Our house, in the middle of our street Our house, in the middle of our ... Our house, was our castle and our keep Our house, in the middle of our street Our house, that was where we used to sleep Our house, in the middle of our street Our house, in the middle of our street |
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Trying hard, I thought I'd done my best
All my life, I can't get no rest Some who've closed the door before Say I can't carry on no more. I hear them saying Tomorrow's just another day I hear them saying And it gets better every day I hear them saying Tomorrow's just another day Listened long, tried to take it in All these facts leave me in the swim It's down and down there is no up I think that I've run out of luck. I hear them saying Tomorrow's just another day I hear them saying And it gets better every day I hear them saying Tomorrow's just another day Tomorrow's just another... day Walking now, over covered ground There is a chance if I move around I need a moment to reflect On the friendships I have wrecked. Why is it I, don't I always try I hear them say Tomorrow's just another day I hear them say And it gets better every day I hear them say Tomorrow's just another day I hear them say And it gets better every day I heard them say Tomorrow's just another day I hear them say Tomorrow's just another day Tomorrow's just another I hear them saying Tomorrow's just another day I hear them saying And it gets better every day I hear them saying Tomorrow's just another day |
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You're looking and listening and hoping
that things are changing for the better You're trying to see if what you're teaching is the truth sir You're looking and listening and hoping that things will change for better Don't want to preach or teach the blues to you now brother I just left Victoria Gardens And walked through cardboard city land A burnt out star was asking How would I like to shake his hand I walked on in no hurry (hurry hurry hurry) And wondered where did we go wrong? We're looking and listening and hoping that things are changing for the better Don't want to preach or teach the blues to you now brother I walked on in no hurry (hurry hurry hurry) And wondered where did we go wrong? Looking listening hoping that things are changing for the better (Only time can tell) It's a bloody fine situation That we find ourselves in He said something I couldn't mention (here) And we laughed with him again I walked on in no hurry (hurry hurry hurry) And wondered where did we go wrong? Looking listening hoping that things are changing for the better And trying to see if what you're teaching is the truth sir She said it's for the good of us all (of us all, of us all, of us all) Looking listening hoping that things are changing for the better Don't want to preach or teach the blues to you now brother I'm not so sure (sure, sure, sure) And now it is early evening I look across grey Leicester Square A large and silent crowd were walking Said they had every right to be there |
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It's raining again,
I'm hearing its pitter patter down. It's wet in the street Reflecting the lights and splashing feet, Nowhere to go, And nothing I have to do, have to do. It's raining again, I follow the Christmas lights down town. I'm leaving the flow Of people walking all around, Round and round, I hear the sound of rain falling in my ears Washing away the weariness like tears. I can feel my troubles running down, Disappear into the silent sound. Just walking along, My clothes are soaked right through to the skin, I haven't a doubt, that this is what life is all about, The sun and the rain. Scraps of paper(???) washing down the drain. I feel the rain falling on my face I can say there is no better place Than standing up in the falling down In so much rain I could almost drown. It's raining again A crack in the clouds reveals blue skies I've been feeling so low(low) But now everything is on my side The sun and the rain. Walk with me fill my heart again I hear the rain falling in my ears Washing away the weariness like tears. I can feel my troubles running down, Disappear into the silent sound. I feel the rain falling on my face I can say there is no better place Than standing up in the falling down In so much rain I could almost drown. Do de do do de do do do Do de do de do de do do do |
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He's walking where I'm afraid I don't know I see the firemen jumping from the windows There's panic and I hear somebody scream (aaaah) He picks up useless paper And puts it in my pocket I'm trying very hard to keep my fingers clean I can't remember tell me what's his name (My name is Michael Caine) And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep at home And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep The sun is laughing its another broken morning I see a shadow and call out to try and warn him He didn't seem to hear Just turned away The quiet fellow follows and points his fingers Straight at you He had to sacrifice his pride yes throw it all away (I am Michael Caine) And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep at home And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep His days are numbered he walks round and round in circles There is no place he can ever call his own He seems to jump at the sound of the phone Staring out the window there's nothing he can now do All he wanted was to remain sane He can't remember his own name (My name is Michael Caine) And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep at home And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep And all I wanted was a word or photograph And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep at home And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep And all I wanted was a word or photograph And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep ... >From the LP 'Keep Moving' (1984 |
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