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| 1. |
| 4:04 | 
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Sweet surrender on the quayside
You remember we used to run and hide In the shadow of the cargoes I take you one time And we're counting all the numbers down to the waterline Well, near misses on the dogleap stairways French kisses in the darkened doorways A foghorn blowing out a-wild and cold A policeman shines a light upon my shoulder Up comes a coaster fast and silent in the night Over my shoulder all you can see are the pilot lights No money in our jackets and our jeans are torn Your hands are cold but your lips are warm She can see him on the jetty where they used to go She can feel him in the places where the sailors go When she's walking by the river or the railway line She can still hear him whisper Let's go down to the waterline |
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| 2. |
| 5:26 |
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High and dry in the long hot day
Lost and lonely every way Got the flats all around me sky up above Yes I need a little water of love I've been too long lonely and my heart feels pain Crying out for some soothing rain I believe I have taken enough Yes I need a little water of love Water of love deep in the ground But there ain't no water here to be found Some day baby when the river runs free It's gonna carry that water of love to me There's a bird up in a tree sitting up high Just a-waiting for me to die If I don't get some water soon I'll be dead and gone in the afternoon Water of love deep in the ground But there ain't no water here to be found Some day baby when the river runs free It's gonna carry that water of love to me Once I had a woman I could call my own Once I had a woman now my woman she gone Once there was a river now there's a stone You know it's evil when you're living alone Water of love deep in the ground But there ain't no water here to be found Some day baby when the river runs free It's gonna carry that water of love to me (Carry that) water of love deep in the ground But there ain't no water here to be found Some day baby when the river runs free It's gonna carry that water of love to me |
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| 3. |
| 3:20 |
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You say I'm the greatest bound for glory
Well the word is out and I learned I got the latest side of the story You're pulling out before you get burned Well your hands are squeezing me down to the bone I never saw you breaking no law Stands to reason I've got to leave you alone What you taking me for You're setting me up to put me down You're just making me out to be your clown You're just setting me up to put me down You better give it up (give it up) yeah give it up Quit your messing around You think I care about your reaction You think I don't understand All you wanted was a piece of the action Now you talk about another man You're setting me up to put me down You're just making me out to be your clown You're setting me up to put me down You better give it up (give it up) give it up Quit your messing around |
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| 4. |
| 4:13 |
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Your six blade knife - do anything for you
Anything you want it to One blade - breaking my heart One blade - tearing me apart Your six blade knife - do anything for you You take away my mind like you take away the top of a tin Come up from behind and lay it down cold on my skin Took a stone from my soul when I was lame Just so you could make me tame yes You take away my mind like you take away the top of a tin I wanna be free of that thing - I don't want it no more I'd like to be free of it now - mm I don't want it no more Everybody got a knife it can be just what you want it to be A needle a wife or something that you just can't see Six blade knife keep you strong Yes and it'll do me wrong Your six blade knife - do anything for you Do anything - anything Anything |
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| 5. |
| 3:01 |
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Southbound again I don't know if I'm going or leaving home
Southbound again I don't know if I'm going or leaving home Boy got to be moving Seems like the boy is bound to roam So every single time I roll across the rolling River Tyne Every single time I roll across the rolling River Tyne I get the same old feeling Every time I'm moving down the line Southbound again last night I felt like crying, like crying Southbound again last night I felt like crying Right now I'm sick of living But I'm going to keep on trying, keep on trying |
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| 6. |
| 5:49 |
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You get a shiver in the dark
It's raining in the park but meantime South of the river you stop and you hold everything A band is blowing Dixie double four time You feel alright when you hear that music ring Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down Competition in other places Ah but the horns, they blowing that sound Way on down south, way on down south, London town You check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords Mind, he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing Yes, and an old guitar is all he can afford When he gets up under the lights to play his thing And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright He can play the honky tonk like anything Saving it up for Friday night With the Sultans, with the Sultans of Swing And a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band It ain't what they call rock and roll Then the Sultans, yeah, the Sultans they play Creole Creole And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone And says at last, just as the time bell rings "Goodnight, now it's time to go home" Then he makes it fast with one more thing "We are the Sultans, we are the Sultans of Swing" |
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| 7. |
| 6:16 |
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Harry made a bareback rider proud and free upon a horse
And a fine coalminer for the NCB that was A fallen angel and Jesus on the cross A skating ballerina you should have seen her do the skater's waltz Some people have got to paint and draw Harry had to work in clay and stone Like the waves coming to the shore It was in his blood and in his bones He was ignored by all the trendy boys in London, yes, and in Leeds He might as well have been making toys or strings of beads He couldn't be, no he couldn't be in the gallery No no in the gallery And then you get an artist says he doesn't want to paint at all He takes an empty canvas and sticks it on the wall The birds of feather all the phonies and all of the fakes While the dealers they get together And they decide who gets the breaks And who's going to be, who's going to be in the gallery In the gallery No lies he wouldn't compromise No junk no string And all the lies we subsidise That just don't mean a thing I've got to say he passed away in obscurity And now all the vultures they're coming down from the tree So he's going to be, yeah he's going to be in the galle-galle-galle-gallery In the gallery Harry made a bareback rider A bareback rider |
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| 8. |
| 4:43 |
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Stepping out to Angellucci's for my coffee beans
Checking out the movies and the magazines Waitress she watches me crossing from the Barocco Bar I'm getting a pickup for my steel guitar I saw you walking out Shaftesbury Avenue Excuse me talking I wanna marry you This is seventh heaven street to me Don't you seem so proud You're just another angel in the crowd And I'm walking in the wild west end Walking in the wild west end Walking with your wild best friend Now my conductress on the number nineteen She was a honey (she was a honey) Pink toenails and hands all dirty with money Greasy greasy greasy hair easy smile She made me feel nineteen for a while I went down to Chinatown In the backroom it's a man's world All the money go down Duck inside the doorway duck to eat Just saying oh You and me we can't beat Walking in the wild west end Walking in the wild west end Walking with your wild best friend And a gogo dancing girl yes I saw her The deejay he say here's Mandy for ya I feel alright seeing her Do that stuff She's dancing high I move on by The close ups can get rough When you're walking in the wild west end Walking walking walking in the wild west end Walking with your wild best friend Walking walking |
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| 9. |
| 5:04 |
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Red sun go down way over dirty town
Starlings are sweeping around crazy shoals Yes and a girl is there high heeling across the square Wind it blows around in her hair and the flags upon the poles Waiting in the crowd to cross at the light She looks around to find a face she can like. Church bell clinging on just a-trying to get a crowd for Evensong Nobody cares to depend upon the chime it plays They're all in the station praying for trains Congregation late again It's getting darker all the time these flagpole days Drunk old soldier he give her a fright He's a crazy lion he's a-howling for a fight. Strap hanging gunshot sound Doors slamming on the overground Starlings are tough but the lions are made of stone Her evening paper is horror torn But there's hope later for Capricorns Her lucky stars give her just enough to get her home Then she's reading about a swing to the right But she's a-thinking about a stranger in the night I'm thinking about the lions Thinking about the lions What happened to the lions tonight. Tonight tonight Thinking about the lions |
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