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| 3:15 | ||||
I look out of my window at night
I see the stars and I'm filled with fright I got a feeling someone's looking It ain't the aliens at the foot of my bed It's more the ale inside my head I got a feeling something's cooking Science friction burns my fingers Electricity still lingers Hey put away that ray, how do you martians say I love you I read my comics from front to back I'll be ready for any attack I got a feeling someone's looking |
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2. |
| 2:53 | ||||
The first time I saw you standing in the water
You must have been all of a thousand feet tall Nearly naked - unashamed like Herod's daughter Your love was so big It made New York look small You've been the subject of so many dreams Since I climbed your torso Oh! My statue of Liberty Boo Boo Impaled on your hair What do you do Do Do to me Boo Boo I leaned right over to kiss your stoney book A little jealous of the ships with whom you flirt A billion lovers with their cameras Snap to look and in my fantasy I sail beneath your skirt |
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3. |
| 2:41 | ||||
In a milk bar and feeling lost
Drinking sodas as cold as frost Someone leans in my direction Quizzing on my jukebox selection What do you call that noise That you put on? This is pop Yeah yeah This is! On a walkway and moving fast All I get is transistor blast Someone leans in my direction Quizzing on my station selection What do you call that noise That you put on? This is pop Yeah yeah This is! We come the wrong way We come the long way We play the songs much too loud This is pop Yeah yeah |
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4. |
| 3:04 | ||||
Are you receiving me?
You are deceiving me I know, see I know When we're out walking Your mouth ain't where it's supposed to do the talking When we're in kissing Your lips are missing, are they out on loan to someone else Are you listening? I put it in a letter, what could be better? I put it in a note, one night I wrote I put it in a telegram, just like the son of Sam Babe there's something missing Your TV's just hissing |
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5. |
| 3:47 | ||||
I have learnt there's a magical spot at the hop
Come with me to the church on the corner the hop There's nuts and crisps and ccc cola on tap A good time had by the boys and girls at the hop Tell me what do you say Tell me what do you say Life begins at the hop, boys and girls Prepare yourself for the boys in the band at the hop The cheap guitars, too young for the bars at the hop We'll jive around, make fools of ourselves then stop Back next week with another ridiculous tie knot Tell me what do you say Tell me what do you say Life begins at the hop, boys and girls |
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6. |
| 4:13 | ||||
We're only making plans for Nigel
We only want what's best for him We're only making plans for Nigel Nigel just needs this helping hand And if young Nigel says he's happy He must be happy He must be happy in his work We're only making plans for Nigel He has his future in a British steel We're only making plans for Nigel Nigel's whole future is as good as sealed And if young Nigel says he's happy He must be happy He must be happy in his work Nigel is not outspoke n But he likes to speak And loves to be spoken to Nigel is happy in his work We're only making plans for Nigel |
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7. |
| 3:13 | ||||
Happy I'm floating
Around on my feet now You make me go dizzy I'm weak at the knees I feel like I'm walking Round ten feet tall Well you say I'm faking And I say don't worry The way that I bubble There's something in the make I feel like I'm walking Round ten feet tall Right, the chemistry is right This boy has reached his height The feeling just goes on and on... From strength to strength I'm ten feet long... I feel like I'm walking Round ten feet tall |
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8. |
| 4:21 | ||||
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| 3:42 | ||||
10. |
| 4:38 | ||||
Towers of London
when they had built you did you watch over the men who fell Towers of London when they had built you Victoria's gem found in somebody's hell Pavements of gold leading to the underground Grenadier Guardsmen walking pretty ladies around fo |
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11. |
| 3:37 | ||||
12. |
| 3:07 | ||||
See the lovers all gone crazy
looking for romance it seems many sleepless nights will follow some may lose but some succeed Love at first sight what they want is... love at first sight Make a play of lust intention only just one thing in mind make a slip could be forever wedding bells, the shotgun kind Love at first sight what they want is... love at first sight Mouse takes the bait so soon as he leaves his seat there's no escape, very soon their eyes will meet Love at first sight etc. Take your partner to surrender then your misdemeanour's done sacrifice of maidenhood but little boys must have their fun Love at first sight |
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13. |
| 3:08 | ||||
It's in the order of their hedgerows
it's in the way their curtains open and close it's in the look they give you down their nose all part of decency's jigsaw I suppose Heard the neighbour slam his car door don't he realise this is respectable street What d'you think he bought that car for 'cos he realise this is respectable street Now they talk about abortion in cosmopolitan proportions to their daughters as they speak of contraception And immaculate receptions on their portable Sony entertainment centres. Now she speaks about diseases and which sex position pleases best her old man Avon lady fills the creases when she manages to squeeze in past the caravans that never move from their front gardens. It's in the order of their hedgerows it's in the way their curtains open and close it's in the look they give you down their nose all part of decency's jigsaw I suppose Sunday church and they look fetching Saturday night saw him retching over our fence bang the wall for me to turn down I can see them with their stern frown as they dispense the kind of look that says they're perfect |
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14. |
| 4:34 | ||||
Hey hey, the clouds are whey, there's straw for the donkey and the innocents can all sleep safely all sleep safely. My my, sun is pie,there's fodder for the cannons and the guilty ones can all sleep safely all sleep safely. And all the world is football shaped its just for me to kick in space and i can see hear smell touch taste coz i've got one, two, three, four five senses working overtime trying to take this all in i've got one two three four five senses working over time trying to taste the difference between the lemons and limes pain and pleasure and the church bells softly chime...
Hey hey, night fights day, there's food for the thinkers and the innocents can all live slowly all live slowly. My my, the sky will cry jewels for the thirsty and the guilty ones can all die slowly all die slowly. And all the world is biscuit shaped its just for me to feed my face and i can see hear smell touch taste and i've got one two three four five senses working overtime trying to take this all in i've got one two three four five senses working overtime tryin to taste the difference between the lemons and limes, pain and pleasure and the church bells softly chime and birds might fall from black skies and bullies might give you black eyes and buses might skid on black ice but to me its very very beautiful (englands glory) beautiful (a striking beauty) and all the world is football shaped its just for me to kick in space and i can see hear smell touch taste coz i've got one, two, three, four five senses working overtime trying to take this all in i've got one two three four five senses working over time try to tell the difference between the goods and crimes, dirt or treasure and theres one two three four five senses working overtime trying to take it all in i've got one two three four five senses working overtime trying to taste the difference between lemons and limes pain and pleasure and the church bells softly chime... |
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15. |
| 4:30 | ||||
16. |
| 5:10 | ||||
T
TTTTT he insect-headed worker-wife will hang her waspies on T the line; the husband burns his paper, sucks his pipe while T studying their cushion-floor; his viscous poly-paste breath T comes out, their wall-paper world is shattered by his TTT shout, a boy in blue is busy banging out a headache on the kitchen door. all the while graham slept on, dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to no thugs in our house, are there dear? we made that clear we made little graham promise us he'd be a good boy. no thugs in our house , are there dear? we made that clear we made little graham promise us he'd be a good boy. the young policeman who just can't grow a moustache will open up his book, and spoil their breakfast with reports of asians who have been so badly kicked, is this your son's wallet I've got here? he must have dropped it after too much beer! oh, officer, we can't believe our little angel is the one you've picked. and all the while graham slept on, dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to. no thugs in our house,are there dear? we made that clear we made little graham promise us he'd be a good boy. no thugs in our house, are there dear? we made that clear we made little graham promise us he'd be a good boy. they never read those pamphlets in his bottom drawer,they never readthat tattoo on his arm. they thought that was just a boys club badge he wore, they never thought he'd do folks any harm. the insect-headed worker wife will hang her waspies on the line; she's singing something stale and simple now this business has fizzled out; her little tune is such a happy song her son is innocent, he can't do wrong, 'cos dads a judge and knows exactly what the job of judging's all about. and all the while graham slept on, dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to. no thugs in our house, are there dear? we made that clear we made little graham promise us he'd be a good boy. no thugs in our house, are there dear? we made that clear we made little graham promise us he'd be a good boy. andy-lead and backing vocals, acoustic guitar colin - fender bass dave-electric guitars, prophet V terry-drums composed by a.partridge |
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Disc 2 | ||||||
1. |
| 3:51 | ||||
Great fire burning
You supplied the spark Fores burning spreading through the ark Animals are panicking I'm animal and panicking Your glance a match on the tinderwood You never spoke but I understood Bring water Eyes bring water: Great fire burning through Great fire burning through my house Great fire burning through my house and heart Great fire burning All because of you Fires burning spreading through the zoo Animals are panicking I'm animal and panicking No round of drinks can extinguish this Feeling of love and engulfing bliss Bring water Eyes bring water I've been in love before But it's never been as hot as this Smoke curling round the door Memories of old loves crack and blister Mister fireman bet you couldn't put me out if you tried Your glance a match on the tinderwood You never spoke but I understood Bring water Eyes bring water |
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2. |
| 4:16 | ||||
Can't you see
Love and affection When it's put In you direction Wrapped in your mysterious wonderland No fast car Can make you grow up Gentlemen You think you've sewn up Locked in your wonderful wonderland No dark horse like me can cramp all of your style Too plain and simple I am for your file: One day you will break out of your spell And some day you will want me for your own And I'll say welcome to reality All this talk Of late-night parties Flirting with the lower gentry Lost in your magical wonderland Out of depth Out of class Phase of your life Will come to pass Caught in this tragical wonderland All of the riches that shine will turn sour Each moment you slip you will bring near the hour Wrapped in your mysterious wonderland Caught in your superficial Nonexistant Fairy-story Wonderland |
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3. |
| 3:59 | ||||
High climbs the summer sun
High stands the corn And tonight when my work is done We will borrow your father's carriage We will drink and prepare for marriage Soon my darling, soon my darling [ :] Shilling for the fellow who brings the sheep in Shilling for the fellow who milks the herd Shilling for the fellow with a wife for keeping How can we feed love on a farmboy's wages? Deep under winter snow Deep lay the lambs And tonight by the full moon's glow Flask of wine on my feather bedding We will drink and prepare for wedding Soon my darling, soon my darling People think that I'm no good Painting pictures carving wood be a rich man if I could But the only job I do well is here on the farm On the farm And it's breaking my back We will borrow your father's carriage We will drink and prepare for marriage Soon my darling, soon my darling |
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4. |
| 3:59 | ||||
Do something for me, boys
If I should die at sea, boys Write a little note, boys Set it off afloat, saying Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls Village and city girls by the quayside Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls Watching and waiting by the sea Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls Quiet or witty girls by the quayside Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls Watching and waiting by the sea I think about your pale arms waving When I see the caps upon the green And the rocking roller-coaster ocean Think about you every night when I'm fathoms asleep And in my dreams We are rocking in a similar motion I think about the salt sea rolling Down in pearly tears upon your cheeks Just like the day the harbour pulled away I think about your warm white sheets unfolding The more I have to drink The more that I can think to say |
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5. |
| 4:46 | ||||
Ah well, that's this world over
Ah well, next one begins Will you smile like any mother As you bathe your brand new twins? Will you sing about the missiles As you dry odd numbered limbs? Ah well, that's this world over Ah well, next one begins Ah well, |
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6. |
| 3:41 | ||||
You put your cleanest dirty shirt on
Then you stagger down to meet the dawn You take a ride upon a bus, it's just a fuss You know it keeps you born You get to know a morning face You get to join the human race You get to know the world Has passed you by |
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7. |
| 2:43 | ||||
Laying on the grass my heart it flares like fire
The way you slap my face just fills me with desire You play hard to get 'Cause you're teacher's pet But when the boats have gone We'll take a tumble excuse for a fumble Shocked me too the things we used to do on grass If you fancy we can buy an ice-cream cone Your mate has gone She didn't want to be alone I will pounce on you Just us and the Cuckoos You are helpless now Over and over we flatten the clover Shocked me too the things we used to do on grass It would shock you too the things we used to do on grass Grass, grass. Things we did on grass |
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8. |
| 3:13 | ||||
Meet you in the secret place
Scuffling in the dirt I wait Whistle will blow, whistle will blow, Share a joke the laugh's on me But when I get you on your own we'll see Someone might hear, someone might hear You're a working girl now You've got money of your own Hmmm The meeting place Hmmm The meeting place Strolling under grimey skies Machines that make you kiss in time Smoke on your breath, smoke on your breath Chimney never looked so good Never looked the way it should From lying in the bracken wood Coat on the ground, coat on the ground Take a walk down the lane We'll be late back again Hmmm The meeting place Hmmm The meeting place |
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9. |
| 3:38 | ||||
, hope you got the letter, and...
I pray you can make it better down here. I don't mean a big reduction in the price of beer but all the people that you made in your image, see them starving on their feet 'cause they don't get enough to eat from God, I can't believe in you Dear God, sorry to disturb you, but... I feel that I should be heard loud and clear. We all need a big reduction in amount of tears and all the people that you made in your image, see them fighting in the street 'cause they can't make opinions meet about God, I can't believe in you Did you make disease, and the diamond blue? Did you make mankind after we made you? And the devil too! , don't know if you noticed, but... your name is on a lot of quotes in this book, and us crazy humans wrote it, you should take a look, and all the people that you made in your image still believing that junk is true. Well I know it ain't, and so do you, dear God, I can't believe in I don't believe in I won't believe in heaven and hell. No saints, no sinners, no devil as well. No pearly gates, no thorny crown. You're always letting us humans down. The wars you bring, the babes you drown. Those lost at sea and never found, and it's the same the whole world 'round. The hurt I see helps to compound that Father, Son and Holy Ghost is just somebody's unholy hoax, and if you're up there you'd perceive that my heart's here upon my sleeve. If there's one thing I don't believe in it's you.... |
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10. |
| 3:58 | ||||
Never been near a university,
Never took a paper or a learned degree, And some of your friends think that's stupid of me, But it's nothing that I care about. Well I don't know how to tell the weight of the sun, And of mathematics well I want none, And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton, But I know one thing, And that's I love you. When their logic grows cold and all thinking gets done, You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton. I can't have been there when brains were handed round (please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton), Or get past the cover of your books profound, (please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton), And some of your friends thinks it's really unsound, That you're ever seen talking to me. Well I don't know how to write a big hit song, And all crossword puzzles well I just shun, And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton, But I know one thing, And that's I love you. I'm not proud of the fact that I never learned much, Just feel I should say, what you get is all real, I can't put on an act, It takes brains to do that anyway. (And anyway...) And I can't unravel riddles, problems and puns, How the home computer has me on the run, And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton, But I know one thing, And that's I love you (I love you). If depth of feeling is a currency, (please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton), Then I'm the man who grew the money tree, (no Chain of Office and no hope of getting one). Some of your friends are too brainy to see, That they're paupers and that's how they'll stay. Well I don't know how many pounds make up a ton, Of all the Nobel prizes that I've never won, And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton, But I know one thing, And that's I love you. When all logic grows cold and all thinking gets done, You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton. You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton. You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor. (Please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton.) |
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11. |
| 3:37 | ||||
Everyone's creeping up to the money god, putting tongues where they
didn't ought to be, on stepping stones of human hearts and souls, into the land of "nothing for free." Well the way that we're living, is all take and no giving, there's nothing to believe in, the loudest mouth will hail the new found way, to be king for a day. Everyone's licking up to the new king pin, trying to get way up with a smile. Sing for your supper boy and jump to a finger click, ain't my way of living in style. 'Cause the ladder gets longer, and ambition gets stronger, I can't satisfy the hunger, that bad old moon has got you in its sway, to be king for a day. You're only here once so you got to get it right. (No time to fuss and fight.) 'Cause life don't mean much if measured out with someone else's plight. (In time you'll see the light.) 'Cause the way that we're living, is all take and no giving, there's not much to believe in, the loudest mouth will hail the new found way to be king for a day |
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12. |
| 3:55 | ||||
All around the world, every boy and every girl, need the loving.
The humble and the great, even those we think we hate, need the loving. Soldiers of the Queen, all the hard men that we've seen, need the loving. Babies at the breast, those in power and those suppressed, need the loving. Let's face it you just can't hide, your first taste'll send you reeling, like a firework to which we're tied, be prepared to go through your ceiling now. The loving's coming, the loving's more than just an ad man's vision. The loving's strumming, on your heart strings, so loud that you can't help but listen. Sailors on the seas, or the clergy on their knees, need the loving. All the rich and poor, even those we fight at war, need the loving. That thing that we need most of, that stuff we should try before we've died. Everyone is begging to be loved, with a free gift, a working heart inside. The loving's coming, the loving's advertised in all the papers. The loving's humming, your favourite song, but for once it won't annoy the neighbours. The loving, the loving. All round the world, every boy and every girl, need the loving. Cold-hearted or warm, every single person born, needs the loving. Way out there in space, think we'll find that alien race, needs the loving. And just to end the list, everything that could exist, needs the loving. The loving's coming |
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13. |
| 3:38 | ||||
The disappointed
All shuffle round in circles Their placards look the same With a picture and a name Of the ones who broke their hearts The disappointed All congregate at my house Their voices sob with grief That they want to be chief Of the tribe with broken hearts Once, I had no sympathy For those destroyed and thrown away by love Seems, your ring upon my finger Signifies that I've become the spokesman of... The disappointed Will bear me on their shoulders To a secret shadow land Where a sombre marching band Plays a tune for broken hearts And day grows darker now Everywhere, everywhere The disappointed Are coming in their millions They're spilling from the bus At a monument to us Made of bits of broken heart The disappointed Are growing every second They blot the sun to black At the bottom of the pack I'm the king of broken hearts |
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14. |
| 5:03 | ||||
Let's begin
Peter Pumpkinhead came to town Spreading wisdom and cash around Fed the starving and housed the poor Showed the Vatican what gold's for But he made too many enemies Of the people who would keep us on our knees Hooray for Peter Pumpkin Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead? Oh my! Peter Pumpkinhead pulled them all Emptied churches and shopping malls Where he spoke, it would raise the roof Peter Pumpkinhead told the truth But he made too many enemies Of the people who would keep us on our knees Hooray for Peter Pumpkin Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead? Oh my! Peter Pumpkinhead put to shame Governments who would slur his name Plots and sex scandals failed outright Peter merely said any kind of love is all right But he made too many enemies Of the people who would keep us on our knees Hooray for Peter Pumpkin Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead? Peter Pumpkinhead was too good Had him nailed to a chunk of wood He died grinning on live TV Hanging there he looked a lot like you and an awful lot like me But he made too many enemies Of the people who would keep us on our knees Hooray for Peter Pumpkin Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead? Ah, hooray for Peter Pumpkin (hooray) Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkin Hooray for Peter Pumpkinhead Oh my oh my, oh Don't it make you want to cry, oh? |
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15. |
| 3:47 | ||||
Some folks see the world as a stone
Concrete daubed in dull monotone Your heart is the big box of paints And others, the canvas we're dealt Your heart is the big box of paints How coloured the flowers all smelled As they huddled there, in petalled prayer They told me this, as I knelt there Awaken you dreamers Adrift in your beds Balloons and streamers Decorate the inside of your heads Please let some out Do it today But don't let the loveless ones sell you A world wrapped in grey Some folks pull this life like a weight Drab and dragging dreams made of slate Your heart is the big box of paints And others, the canvas we're dealt Your heart is the big box of paints Just think how the old masters felt, they call... Awaken you dreamers Asleep at your desks Parrots and lemurs Populate your unconscious grotesques Please let some out Do it today Don't let the loveless ones sell you A world wrapped in grey And in the very least you can Stand up naked and Grin |