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| 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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| 1. |
| 5:27 |
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Some people get a cheap laugh breaking up the speed limit
Scaring the pedestrians for a minute Crossing up progress driving on the grass Leaving just enough room to pass Sunday driver never took a test Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west Yes it's no use saying that you don't know nothing It's still gonna get you if you don't do something Sitting on a fence that's a dangerous course Oh, you could even catch a bullet from the peace-keeping force Even the hero gets a bullet in the chest Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west Mother Mary your children are slaughtered Some of you mothers ought to lock up your daughters Who's protecting the innocenti Heap big trouble in the land of plenty Tell me how we're gonna do what's best You guess once upon a time in the west Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west Once upon a time in the west |
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| 2. |
| 4:14 |
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He sticks to his guns
He take the road as it comes It takes the shine off his shoes He's says it's a shame You know it may be a game Ah but I won't play to lose He's burning the grass He take up a glass He swallow it neat He crosses the floor He open the door He take a sniff of the street And she tell him that he's crazy She's a-saying hey baby I'm your wife Yeah she tell him that he's crazy For gambling a-with his life But he climbs on his horse You know he feels no remorse He just kicks it alive His motor is fine He take it over the line Until he's ready to dive And she tells him that he's crazy Yes she's saying listen baby I'm your wife Yeah she tell him that he's crazy For gambling with his life He sticks to his guns He take the road as it comes It takes the shine off his shoes He's says it's a shame You know it may be a game Ah but I won't play to lose He sticks to his guns He take the road as it comes It takes the shine off his shoes He's too fast to stop He take it over the top He make a line in the news |
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| 3. |
| 3:51 |
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Where d'ya think you're going
Don't you know it's dark outside Where d'ya think you're going Don't you care about my pride Where d'ya think you're going I think a you don't know You got no way of knowing There's really no place you can go I understand your changes A-long before you reach the door I know where you think you're going I know what you came here for And now I'm sick of joking You know I like you to be free A-where d'ya think ya going I think you better go with me girl You say there is no reason But you still find cause to doubt me If you ain't with me girl You're gonna be without me Where d'ya think you're going Don't you know it's dark outside Where d'ya think you're going I wish I didn't care about my pride And now I'm sick of joking You know I like you to be free A-where d'ya think ya going I think you better go with me girl |
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| 4. |
| 5:49 |
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We wanna get a statement for Jesus' sake
It's like a talking to a wall He's incummunicado No comment to make He's saying nothing at all Yeah but in the communique You know he's gonna come clean Think what he say Say what he means Maybe on a Monday he got something to say Communication Communique Communique Maybe he could talk about the tricks of the trade Maybe he could talk about himself Maybe he could talk about the money he made Maybe he be saying something else But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean Think what he say Say what he means Maybe on a Monday he got something to say Communication Communique Communique Well now the rumours are flying Speculation rife They say that he's been trying someone else's wife Somebody at the airport Somebody on the phone Say he's at the station and he's coming home alone Then we get the story The serious piece And a photography a taken in the hall And you don't have to worry with the previous release Right now he's saying nothing at all But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean Think what he say Say what he mean Maybe on a Monday he'll have something to say Communication Communique Communique Communication |
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| 5. |
| 3:45 |
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Lady writer on the TV
Talk about the Virgin Mary Reminded me of you Expectation left to come up to yeah Lady writer on the TV Yeah, she had another quality The way you used to look And I know you never read a book Just the way that her hairfell down around her face Then I recall my fall from grace Another time, another place Lady writer on the TV She had all her brains and the beauty The pictures does not fit You talked to me when you felt like it Just the way that her hairfell down around her face Then I recall my fall from grace Another time, another place Yes and your rich old man You know he'd call her a dead ringer You got the same command Plus your mother was a jazz singer Just the way that her hairfell down around her face Then I recall my fall from grace Another time, another place Lady writer on the TV She knew all about a history You couldn't hardly write your name I think I want you just the same as the Lady writer on the TV Talking about the Virgin Mary Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me And lady writer on the TV Lady writer on the TV Talking about the Virgin Mary Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me And lady writer on the TV |
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| 4:36 |
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Well there's a Peter Pan moon, shepherd's delight
I got the dragon at noon, yes and won the fight Now I want my reward in heaven tonight, just like you promised Angel of Mercy you'll come to no harm Angel of Mercy, there's no need for alarm The knight in his armor wants a night in your arms You know he's honest Angel of Mercy, angel delight, give me my reward in heaven tonight And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right Sweet angel Well now it's too late for talkin', we can talk later on Let the saxaphone play us till the chorus of dawn And I need is a little oblivion, you don't need protection Well now here comes the moonlight down on your bed Angel of mercy let your heart rule your head I don't want your money, I want you instead Don't need rejection yeah Angel of Mercy, angel delight, give me my reward in heaven tonight And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right Angel of Mercy, give me heaven tonight Well, if you cross your heart And spit and swear upon the grave of your mother You gotta get into it, you gotta Tell me that I'm more than a lover Yeah angel of Mercy, angel delight A-give me my reward in heaven tonight And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right Angel of Mercy, give me heaven tonight Yeah angel of Mercy, angel delight A-give me my reward in heaven tonight And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right Angel of Mercy, give me heaven tonight |
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| 7. |
| 4:31 |
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Belladonna's on the high street
Her breasts upon the off beat And the stalls are just the side shows Victoriana's old clothes And yes her jeans are tight now She gonna travel light now She got to tear up all her roots now She got the turn up on the boots now She thinks she's tough She ain't no English rose Oh, but the blind singer He's seen enough and he knows Yes, and he do a song About a long gone Irish girl Oh, but I got one for you My portobello belle She sees a man upon his back there Escaping from a sack there And belladonna lingers Her gloves they got no fingers Yeah, the blind man singing the Irish He get his money in a tin dish Just a corner serenader Upon a time he could have made her, made her Yeah, she thinks she's tough She ain't no English rose Oh, but the blind singer He's seen enough and he knows Yes, and he do a song About a long gone Irish girl Oh, but I got one for you My portobello belle Yes, and these barrow boys are hawking And a parakeet is squawking Upon a truck there's a rhino She get the crying of a wino And then she get the reggae rumble Belladonna's in the jungle But she is no garden flower There is no distress in the tower Oh, belladonna walks Belladonna taking a stroll Oh, but she don't care about your window box Or your button hole Yes, and she sing a song About a long gone Irish girl Oh, but I got one for you Portobello belle Portobello belle |
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| 4:43 |
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Two in the morning dry-dock town
The river rolls away in the night Little Gypsy Moth she's all tied down She quiver in the wind and the light Yeah and the sailing ship just held down in chains From the lazy days of sail She's just a lying there in silent pain He lean on the tourist rail A mother and her baby and the College of war In the concrete graves You never wanna fight against the river law Nobody rules the waves Yeah, and on a night when the lazy wind is a-wailing Around the Cutty Sark The single-handed sailor goes sailing Sailing away in the dark He's up on the bridge on the self-same night The mariner of dry dock land Two in the morning but there's one green light And a man on a barge of sand She's a gonna slip away below him Away from things he's done But he just shouts, "Hey man what you call this thing?" He Could have said "Pride of London" On a night when the lazy wind is wailing Around the Cutty Sark Yeah the single-handed sailor goes sailing Sailing away in the dark |
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Oh well the sun go down
Celebration in the town tonight All day long they been slaughtering upon the stone. Share out the meat Yeah you really like to eat, Come on, woman, come, follow me home. Oh well the priest, he cried 'Virgin ascending to the skies tonight' All day long I've passed my time alone. When the church bell rung Stayed out on the tower in the dying sun Now come on, woman, come, follow me home. Well I don't need no priest But I love all of the people Yes, I share the feast So drink up more wine, yes, and a song in my bones I know the way I can see by the moonlight, clear as the day, Now, come on, woman, come, follow me home. |
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