| Disc 1 | ||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |
| - | 
|
|||
|
Thinking back, thinking of you
Summertime think it was June Yeah think it was June Laying back, head on the grass Chewing gum having some laughs Yeah having some laughs. You made me feel like the one Made me feel like the one The one You made me feel like the one Made me feel like the one The one Drinking back, drinking for two Drinking with you When drinking was new Sleeping in the back of my car We never went far Didn't need to go far You made me feel like the one Made me feel like the one The one You made me feel like the one Made me feel like the one The one I don뭪 know where we are going now I don뭪 know where we are going now Wake up call, coffee and juice Remembering you What happened to you? I wonder if we뭠l meet again Talk about life since then Talk about why did it end You made me feel like the one Made me feel like the one The one You made me feel like the one Made me feel like the one The one I don뭪 know where we are going now I don뭪 know where we are going now So take a look at me now |
||||||
| 2. |
| - |
|
|||
|
Ever seen a blind man cross the road
Trying to make the other side? Ever seen a young girl growing old Trying to make herself a bride? So what becomes of you my love When they have finally stripped you of The handbags and the gladrags That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you Once I was a young man And all I thought I had to do was smile Well you are still a young girl And you've bought everything in style So once you think you're in you're out 'Cause you don't mean a single thing without The handbags and the gladrags That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you Sing a song of six-pence for your sake And drink a bottle full of rye Four and twenty blackbirds in a cake And bake 'em all in a pie They told me you missed school today So what I suggest you just throw them all away The handbags and the gladrags That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy They told me you missed school today So what I suggest you just throw them all away The handbags and the gladrags That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you |
||||||
| 3. |
| - |
|
|||
|
There's things I want, There's things I think I want, There's things I have, There's things I wanna have, Do I want the dreams? The ones were forced to see? Do I want the perfect wife? The word perfect, ain't quite right Shopping every day, take it back the next break, They say the more you fly, The more you risk your life I'm just looking, I'm not buying, I'm just looking, Keeps me smiling A house I've seen, Another coulda' been, You drenched my head, And said what I said, You said that life is what you make of it, Yet most of us just fake I'm just looking, I'm not buying, I'm just looking, Keeps me smiling I'm just looking, I'm not buying, ooh, I'm just looking, Keeps me trying I'm just looking, I'm not buying, ooh, I'm just looking, Keeps me smiling There's things I want, There's things I think I want, There's things I have, There's things I wanna have, They say the more you fly, The more you risk your life Well I'm just looking, I'm not buying, I'm just looking, Keeps me smiling |
||||||
| 4. |
| - |
|
|||
|
San Francisco Bay Past pier thirty nine
Early p.m.Can`t remember what time Got the waiting cab Stopped at the red light Address, unsure of But it turned out just right * * * It started straight off Coming here is hell That`s his first wordsWe asked what he meant He said where ya` from? We told him our lot When ya` take a holiday Is this what you want? * * * So have a nice day Have a nice day Have a nice day Have a nice day Lie around all day Have a drink to chase Yourself and tourists, yeah That`s what I hate He said We`re going wrong We`ve all become the same We dress the same ways Only our accents change So have a nice day Have a nice day Have a nice day Have a nice day * * * Swim in the ocean That be my dish I drive around all day And kill processed fish It`s all money gum No artists anymore You`re only in it now To make more, more, more So have a nice day Have a nice day Have a nice day Have a nice day Have a nice day Have a nice day Have a nice day... Have a nice day..... |
||||||
| 5. |
| - |
|
|||
|
There's no mistake, I smell that smell It's that time of year again, I can taste the air The clocks go back, railway track Something blocks the line again And the train runs late for the first time A pebble beach, we're underneath, a pier that's just been painted red Where I heard the news for the first time And all the friends lay down the flowers Sit on the banks and drink for hours Talk of the way they saw him last Local boy in the photograph Today He'll always be 23, yet the train runs on and on Past the place they found his clothing There's no mistake, I smell that smell It's that time of year again, I can taste the air The clocks go back, railway track Something blocks the line again And the train runs late for the first time Today And all the friends lay down the flowers Sit on the banks and drink for hours Talk of the way they saw him last Local boy in the photograph Today He's gone away |
||||||
| 6. |
| - |
|
|||
|
I've been down and
I'm wondering why These little black clouds Keep walking around With me With me It wastes time And I'd rather be high Think I'll walk me outside And buy a rainbow smile But be free They're all free So maybe tomorrow I'll find my way home So maybe tomorrow I'll find my way home I look around at a beautiful life Been the upperside of down Been the inside of out But we breathe We breathe I wanna breeze and an open mind I wanna swim in the ocean Wanna take my time for me All me So maybe tomorrow I'll find my way home So maybe tomorrow I'll find my way home So maybe tomorrow I'll find my way home So maybe tomorrow I'll find my way home So maybe tomorrow I'll find my way home So maybe tomorrow I'll find my way home |
||||||
| 7. |
| - |
|
|||
|
You don’t know what it’s been like
Meeting someone like you You don’t know what it’s been like Meeting someone like you You look like Jesus on an aeroplane Ya head’s against the window pane You got opinions but you ain’t got news You got good laughs but when it suits you You turn it on like a leaking tap Dripping dropping people drop of a hat You gotta mouth but you ain’t got guts That drunken mouth you should keep it shut You don’t know what it’s been like Meeting someone like you You don’t know what it’s been like Meeting someone like you Superman on an aeroplane Sitting next to Lois Lane You got that woman but you want her gone So you can sleep with a teenage blonde You wear a mask, wear an armoured suit Can’t get to you with the gun I shoot Ya play your cards close to your chest Because ya poker face is a dreary mess You don’t know what it’s been like Meeting someone like you You don’t know what it’s been like Meeting someone like you ... You don’t know what it’s been like Meeting someone like you You don’t know what it’s been like Meeting someone like you Meeting someone like you....... Meeting someone like... ah ah ah aah... ooh.. Superman on an aeroplane Sitting next to Lois Lane You got that woman but you want her gone So you can fuck a teenage blonde You turn it on like a leaking tap Dripping dropping people drop of a hat You gotta mouth but you ain’t got guts That drunken mouth you should keep it shut |
||||||
| 8. |
| - |
|
|||
|
I've never been here before
Didn't know where to go Never met you before I've never been to your home That smells not unknown Foot steps made of stone Walking feels familiar You can do all the things that you like to do All around underground pick a part that's new You can do all the things that you like to do All around upside down pick a part that's new People drinking on their own Push buttons on the phone Was I here once before Is that my voice on the phone That last drink on my own Did I ever leave at all Confusions familiar You can do all the things that you like to do All around underground pick a part that's new You can do all the things that you like to do All around upside down pick a part that's new You can do all the things that you like to do All around underground pick a part that's new You can do all the things that you like to do All around upside down pick a part that's new You can do all the things that you like to do All around underground pick a part that's new You can do all the things that you like to do All around upside down pick a part that's new So what's new to you? Whats new to you? Whats new to you |
||||||
| 9. |
| - |
|
|||
|
I’d just turned twenty six and she was twenty three
She wore a crucifix but never preached at me We’d stay up all the night until the day was dead I’d get the fear of God inside my broken head Wanna fly away And change my ways I’ll beat myself to death while she sits next to me I wanna free myself from all this misery I wanna taste the love but life’s against up me But I am my own worst enemy I try to get some sleep her arms are over me I’m staring at the walls they're closing in on me This sun bleeds through the blinds that washes over me Today’s the day I tell myself to set me free Wanna fly away And change my ways I’ll beat myself to death while she sits next to me I wanna free myself from all this misery I wanna taste the love but life’s against up me But I am my own worst enemy (Feel .. Wanna feel it .. wanna feel it .. wanna feel it ...) I wanna fly away And change my ways I’ll beat myself to death while she sits next to me I wanna free myself from all this misery I wanna taste the love but life’s against up me But I am my own worst enemy .. Worst enemy .. Worst enemy .. Worst enemy! |
||||||
| 10. |
| - |
|
|||
|
Travelling through a tunnel under sea
You never know the cracks in half You're never gonna see me But you can have it all if you like You can have it all if you like And you can pay for it the rest of your life I wouldn't believe your wireless radio I have had myself a flying giraffe We'd have one in a box with a window But you can have it all if you like You can have it all if you like And you can pay for it the rest of your Life in the summers on its back You'd had to agree that life's the crack So take what you want Not coming back So you can have it all if you like you can have it all if you like and you can pay for it the rest of your life |
||||||
| 11. |
| - |
|
|||
|
You fly with angel's wings
You've got my blood in your veins And your eyes see everything And they shine like diamond rings You're my Sunday, make my Monday come alive Just like Tuesday you're a new day, wakes me up Wednesday's raining, Thursday's yearning, Friday nights Then it all ends at the weekend, you're my star Sometimes, I cave right in ('Times I cave right in) But this fight you have to win (This time we have to win) And your songs you love to sing May your dreams forever live You're my Sunday, make my Monday come alive Just like Tuesday you're a new day, wakes me up Wednesday's raining, Thursday's yearning, Friday nights Then it all ends at the weekend, you're my star You're my star, yes you are It's a thrill to see your imagination Just watching you is an education What's in your mind is my fascination It blows my mind it sets my heart to racing You're my Sunday, make my Monday come alive Just like Tuesday you're a new day, wakes me up Wednesday's raining, Thursday's yearning, Friday nights Then it all ends at the weekend, you're my star |
||||||
| 12. |
| - |
|
|||
|
You line them up, look at your shoes,
You hang names on your wall, then you shoot them all, You fly around in planes that bring you down, to meet me, Who loves you? like me crashing to the ground, Are you so lonely? you don't even know me, But you'd like to stone me, Mr. Writer, why don't you tell it like it is? Why don't you tell it like it really is? Before you go on home, I used to treat you right, give you my time, But when I turned my back on you, Then you do what you do, You've just enough, in my own view, education to perform, I'd like to shoot you all, And then you go home, with you on your own, What do you really know? Mr. Writer, why don't you tell it like it is? Why don't you tell it like it really is? Before you go on home, And then you go home, with you on your own, What do you even know? Mr. Writer, why don't you tell it like it is? Why don't you tell it like it really is? Before you go on home, Mr. Writer, why don't you tell it like it really is? Why don't you tell it like it always is? Before you go on home. Mr. Writer, why don't you tell it like it really is? Why don't you tell it like it always is? Before you go on home. |
||||||
| 13. |
| - |
|
|||
|
I'd like to know what it's all about?
What's out there? Am I gonna get old and laugh? About something Will I get me a boy or a girl? Or not either? Will I get what I want from this world? I'm a day dreamer Then I watch the old couple dance Step on my old size nines and I'll take you 'round I'd like to know what you're all about? What's up there? Are you gonna get old and laugh? Without a care Will you get you a boy or a girl Or not either? Will you get what you want from this world? A day dreamer? Then I watch the old couple dance Step on my old size nines and I'll take you 'round I'd love to know what we're all about We all have done Am I gonna get old and laugh? With someone? Think I'll get me a boy and a girl Or not either? Will I get what I want from this world? I'm a daydreamer Then I watch the old couple dance Step on my old size nines and I'll take you 'round |
||||||
| 14. |
| - |
|
|||
|
Ever dance with the devil baby? Oh no
Make my day Do you feel lucky? Oh no Tomorrow's another day Can you walk on water maybe? Oh no Turn water into wine? Can I buy you a drink there lady? Oh no Can you tell me another lie? So be my Devil Angel Be my shooting star Be my Devil Angel Be my shooting star Have I seen you somewhere baby? Oh no I need another line Are you living the dream there lady? Oh no Can I tell you what's inside? So be my Devil Angel Be my shooting star Be my Devil Angel Be my shooting star Stop the car there baby! Oh no You can't handle the truth So what's the point then lady? Oh no If ya can't stand to play and lose So be my Devil Angel Be my shooting star So be my Devil Angel Be my shooting star Be my Devil Angel Be my shooting star Be my Devil Angel Be my shooting star Bye bye Angel Be my Devil |
||||||
| 15. |
| - |
|
|||
|
Did we lose ourselves again?
Did we take in what's been said? Did we take the time to be, All the things we said we'd be? So we bury hopes in sand And my future's in my hands It means nothing It means nothing You can find yourself a God But you leave in which one you want Cause they love you all the same They just go by different names Did ya fly your flag today? Are you proud or just ashamed? It means nothing It means nothing It means nothing It means nothing It means nothing If I haven't got you If I haven't got you If I haven't got you If I haven't got you The sun sets in the sky You're the apple of my eye If the bomb goes off again Blows my brain around the train And I hope that I'm with you Cause I wouldn't know what to do It means nothing It means nothing It means nothing It means nothing It means nothing If I haven't got you If I haven't got you If I haven't got you If I haven't got you |
||||||
| 16. |
| - |
|
|||
|
Standing at the bus stop with my shopping
in my hands when I'm overhearing elder ladies as the rumours start to fly you can hear them in the school yard scrap yard chip shop phone box in the pool hall at the shoe stall every corner turned around it started with a school girl who was running running home to her mam and dad told them she was playing in the change room of her local football side they said tell us again so she told them again they said tell us the truth they found it hard to believe cause he taught our steve he even trained me taught uncle john who's father of three but it only takes one tree to make a thousand matches only takes one match to burn a thousand trees you see it in the class room in the swimming pool where the matchstick men are made at the scouts hall at the football where the wise we trust are paid they all honour his name he did a lot for the game he got his name knocked up above the sports ground gates but now they are ripping them down stamping the ground picture gathers dust behind the bar in the lounge it takes one tree to make a thousand matches only takes one match to burn a thousand trees wake up and smell the rain shake up he's back to stay he hasn't been on a holiday his growing seeds don't believe why he's been away in the school yard change room playing fields bathroom phone box office blocks corner turned around they keep doubting the flame tossing the blame got his name knocked up above the sports ground gates but now they're ripping them down stamping the ground picture gathers dust in the bar in the lounge it takes one tree to make a thousand matches it only takes one match to burn A thousand trees |
||||||
| 17. |
| - |
|
|||
|
So it started with the immigration information bore
You gotta know Gambling floor, then to the S T U D I O 54 You gotta go Now we're leaving L A S Vegas two times Crazy horse too spent us dry Vietnam vet taxi ride L A S Vegas So parted at the ground floor, front door, car hire room for four We gotta go Rambling slow then to the LA marquis all the imitation folk We gotta go. Now we're leaving L A S Vegas two times Crazy horse too spent us dry Vietnam vet taxi ride L A S Vegas Leave Leave Leave Leave Now we're leaving L A S Vegas two times Crazy horse too spent us dry Vietnam vet taxi ride Come again we'll make you fly Vietnam vet taxi ride Crazy horse too spent us dry L A S Vegas two times |
||||||
| 18. |
| - |
|
|||
|
We all face the same way
Still it takes all day I take a look to my left, pick out the worst and the best She paints her lip, greasy and thick Another mirror stare, and she's going where? Another office affair, to kill an unborn scare? You talk dirty to a priest?It makes them human at least But is she running away, to start a brand new day? Or is she going home? Why's she driving alone? Is anyone going anywhere? Everyone's gotta be somewhere She got a body in the boot, or just bags full of food? Those are model's legs, but are they women's are they men's? She shouts down the phone, missed a payment on the loan She gotta be above the rest, keeping up with the best Is anyone going anywhere? Everyone's gotta be somewhere Waits tables for a crook? Wrote a hardback book? You teach kids how to read? Or sell your body on the street? A nurse without a job? Another uptown snob? But have I got you all wrong? One look and you were gone Is anyone going anywhere? X 3 Everyone's gotta be somewhere |
||||||
| 19. |
| - |
|
|||
|
I get camping eyes in the final hour
Last minute shoppers picking cauliflower The fuss they make, you'd swear they were buying a car They always moan, moan it's not so cheap Cheaper still, cheaper still down the street Lose my rag and tell them take your bag and shop down there Closing down, they're closing down another road One way, system steals the show Mac the knife swigs a can and sings the day away There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest The flower man sits down in the street Surrounded by, the stock he bought last week Bring back the ladies wearing lipstick on their teeth Make up, we make up a crappy joke Sit back, relax and have a smoke Mac the knife swigs a can and sings the day away There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest I get camping eyes in the final hour Last minute shoppers picking cauliflower Mac the knife swigs a can and sings the day away There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest |
||||||
| 20. |
| - |
|
|||
|
Ever seen a blind man cross the road
trying to make the other side Ever seen a young girl growing old trying to make herself a bride So what becomes of you my love When they have finally stripped you of The handbags and the gladrags That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you Once I was a young man and all I thought I had to do was smile Well you are still a young girl and you bought everything in style So once you think you're in you're out 'cause you don't mean a single thing without the handbags and the gladrags that your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you Sing a song of six-pence for your sake And drink a bottle full of rye Four and twenty blackbirds in a cake And bake them all in a pie They told me you missed school today So what I suggest you just throw them all away the handbags and the gladrags that your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you They told me you missed school today So what I suggest you just throw them all away the handbags and the gladrags that your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you |
||||||
|
