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You get a shiver in the dark Its been 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 all right when you hear that music ring You step inside but you dont see too many faces Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down Too much competition too many other places But not too many horns can make that sound Way on downsouth way on downsouth london town You check out guitar george he knows all the chords Mind hes strictly rhythm he doesnt want to make it cry or sing And an old guitar is all he can afford When he gets up under the lights to play his thing And harry doesnt mind if he doesnt make the scene Hes got a daytime job hes doing alright He can play honky tonk just like anything Saving it up for friday night With the sultans with the sultans of swing And a crowd of young boys theyre fooling around in the corner Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles They dont give a damn about any trumpet playing band It aint what they call rock and roll And the sultans played creole And then the man he steps right up to the microphone And says at last just as the time bell rings thank you goodnight now its time to go home And he makes it fast with one more thing we are the sultans of swing |
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| 2. |
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You walk out on the high wire you're a dancer on thin ice you pay no heed to the danger and less to advice your footsteps are forbidden but with a knowledge of your sin you throw your love to all the strangers and caution to the wind And you go dancing through doorways just to see what you will find leaving nothing to interfere with the crazy balance of your mind and when you finally reappear at the place where you came in you've thrown your love to all the strangers and caution to the wind It takes love over gold and mind over matter to do what you do that you must when the things that you hold can fall and be shattered or run through your fingers like dust - |
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| 3. |
| 6:00 |
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a lovestruck romeo sings a streetsuss serenade laying everybody low with a lovesong that he made finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade says something like you and me babe how about it juliet says hey it's romeo you nearly gimme a heart attack he's underneath the window she's singing hey la my boyfriend's back you shoudn't come around here singing up at people like that anyway what you gonna do about it juliet the dice were loaded from the start and i bet and you exploded in my heart and i forget i forget the movie song when you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong juliet come up on different streets they both were streets of shame both dirty both mean yes and the dream was just the same and i dreamed your dream for you and now your dream is real how can you look at me as i was just another one of your deals when you can fall for chains of silver you can fall for chains of gold you can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold you promised me everything you promised me thick and thin now you just say oh romeo yeah you know i used to have a scene with him juliet when we made love you used to cry you said i love you like the stars above i'll love you till i die there's a place for us you know the movie song when you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong i can't do the talk like they talking on the tv and i can't do a love song like the way its meant to be i can't do everything but i'd do anything for you i can't do anything except be in love with you and all i do is miss you and the way we used to be all i do is keep the beat and bad company all i do is kiss you through the bars of a rhyme julie i'd do the stars with you any time juliet when we made love you used to cry you said i love you like the stars above i'll love you till i die there's a place for us you know the movie song when you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong a lovestruck romeo sings a streetsuss serenade laying everybody low with a lovesong that he made finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade says something like you and me babe how about it - |
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| 5:58 |
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| 6. |
| 4:05 |
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| 7. |
| 6:58 |
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These mist covered mountains Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys and your farms And you'll no longer burn To be brothers in arm Through these fields of destruction Baptism of fire I've watched all your suffering As the battles raged higher And though they did hurt me so bad In the fear and alarm You did not desert me My brothers in arms There's so many different worlds So many different suns And we have just one world But we live in different ones Now the sun's gone to hell And the moon's riding high Let me bid you farewell Every man has to die But it's written in the starlight And every line on your palm We're fools to make war On our brothers in arms |
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| 4:09 |
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Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldies Be-Bop-A-Lua, Baby What I Say Here comes Johnny singing I Gotta Woman Down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay He got the action, he got the motion Yeah, the boy can play Dedication devotion Turning all the night time into the day He do the song about the sweet lovin' woman He do the song about the knife He do the walk, he do the walk of life Here comes Johnny and he'll tell you the story Hand me down my walkin' shoes Here come Johnny with the power and the glory Backbeat the talkin' blues He got the action, he got the motion Yeah, the boy can play Dedication devotion Turning all the night time into the day He do the song about the sweet lovin' woman He do the song about the knife He do the walk, he do the walk of life Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldies Be-Bop-A-Lula, Baby What I Say Here comes Johnny singing I Gotta Woman Down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay He got the action, he got the motion Yeah the boy can play Decidation devotion Turning all the night time into the day And after all the violence and double talk There's just a song in the trouble and the strife You do the walk, you do the walk of life |
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| 5:04 |
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There's gotta be a record of you some place You gotta be on somebody's books The lowdown - a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete And it's your face i'm looking for on every street A ladykiller - regulation tattoo Silver spurs on his heels Says - what can i tell you as i'm standing next to you She threw herself under my wheels Oh it's a dangerous road And a hazardous load And the fireworks over liberty expode in the heat And it's your face i'm looking for on every street A three-chord symphony crashes into space The moon is hanging upside down I don't know why it is i'm still on the case It's a ravenous town And you still refuse to be traced Seems to me such a waste And every victory has a taste that's bittersweet And it's your face i'm looking for on every street |
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| 10. |
| 5:01 |
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| 11. |
| 4:09 |
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We had no way of staying afloat,
We had to leave on a ferryboat. Economic refugees, On the run to Germany. We had the back of Maggie's hand, Times were tough in Geordie-land. We got our tools and working gear And humped it all from Newcastle to here. Why aye man. Why aye, why aye man. Why aye man, Why aye, why aye man. Why aye man. Why aye, why aye man. Why aye man, Why aye, why aye man. We're nomad tribes, travelling boys, In the dust and dirt and the wrecking noise. Drills and hammers, diggers and picks, Mixing concrete, laying bricks. There's English, Irish, Scots, the lot. United Nations what we got. Brickies, chippies, every trade. German building, British made. Why aye man. Why aye, why aye man. Why aye man, Why aye, why aye man. Why aye man. Why aye, why aye man. Why aye man, Why aye, why aye man. Nay more work on Maggie's farm. Head away down the autobahn. Mine's a Portakabin bed, Or a bunk in a Nissen hut instead. There's plenty Deutschmarks here to earn. And German tarts are wunderschon. German beer is chemical free. Germany's alright with me. Sometimes I miss my River Tyne, But you're my pretty fraulein. Tonight we'll drink the old town dry, Keep our spirit levels high. Why aye man. Why aye, why aye man. Why aye man, Why aye, why aye man. Why aye man. Why aye, why aye man. Why aye man, Why aye, why aye man. Sometimes I miss my River Tyne, But you're my pretty fraulein. Tonight we'll drink the old town dry, Keep our spirit levels high. Sometimes I miss my River Tyne, But you're my pretty fraulein. Tonight we'll drink the old town dry, Keep our spirit levels high. |
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| 12. |
| 5:49 |
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I'm going to San Bernardino Ridididin
Milkshake mix is thus my thing now These guys bought a heap of my stuff And I gotta see a good thing shooting up now Folks line up all down the street Now I am seeing this girl devour her meat now And then I get it Wham as clear as day My pulse begins to hammer then I hear a voice say These boys have got this down ought to be one of these in every town These boys have got the touch It's clean as a whistle and it don't cost much Wham bam don't wait long, shake fries plenty of gum How about that friendly name, heck, every little thing gotta stay the same Or my name is not Kroc, that's Kroc with a K A crocodile is not spelt that way now It's Dog eat dog, rat eat rat Kroc style - Boom like that You gentlemen are to expand You're gonna need a helping hand now So gentlemen well what about me? We'll make a little business history now Well we'll build it up and I'll buy him out The man they made me grind it out now They open up a new place flippin meat So I do too, right across the street I got the main I need town, sell em' in the end and it all shuts down Sometimes you gotta be an S.O.B. you wanna make a dream reality Competition sent em south, they're gonna drown or we're hosing em' out Do not pass go go straight to hell I smell a lotta meat .....da smell Or my name is not Kroc that's Kroc with a K A crocodile is not spelt that way now Ohh it's Dog eat Dog, Rat eat Rat Dog eat Dog, Rat eat Rat now Ohh it's Dog eat Dog, Rat eat Rat Kroc style - Boom like that |
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| 13. |
| 4:56 |
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The drinking dens are spilling out There's staggering in the square There's lads and lasses falling about And a crackling in the air Down around the dungeon doors The shelters and the queues Everybody's looking for Somebody's arms to fall into And it's what it is It's what it is now There's frost on the graves and the monuments But the taverns are warm in town People Curse the government And shovel hot food down The lights are out in the city hall The castle and the keep The moon shines down upon it all The legless and asleep And it's cold on the tollgate With the wagons creeping through Cold on the tollgate God knows what I could do with you And it's what it is It's what it is now The garrison sleeps in the citadel With the ghosts and the ancient stones High up on the parapet A Scottish piper stands alone And high on the wind The highland drums begin to roll And something from the past just comes And stares into my soul And it's cold on the tollgate With the Caledonian Blues Cold on the tollgate God knows what I could do with you And it's what it is It's what it is now What it is It's what it is now There's a chink of light, there's a burning wick There's a lantern in the tower Wee Willie Winkie with a candlestick Still writing songs in the wee wee hours On Charlotte Street I take A walking stick from my hotel The ghost of Dirty Dick Is still in search of Little Nell And it's what it is It's what it is now Oh what it is What it is now |
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| 4:49 |
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