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Listen to me just hear me out, if I could have your attention
just quieten down for a voice in the crowd. I get so confused I don't understand I know you feel the same way you've always wanted to say but you don't get the chance, just a voice in the crowd. I don't know the score anymore; it's not clear anymore I can't tell right from wrong anymore; I just don't understand. I was sitting here thinking of exchanging a new world for old like changing channels on the tv, or the dirt we stand in to gold. When I was young, my father told me just the bad guys die at the time just a little white lie it was one of the first but it hurt me the most and the truth stung like tears in my eye that even the good guys must die there's no reasoning no crimes and I never knew why even now it still makes me cry. If there's somebody up there could they throw me down a line just a little helping hand just a little understanding just some answers to the questions that surround me now. If there's somebody up there could they throw me down a line just a little guiding light to tell wrong from right just some answers to the questions that I'm asking you I keep a vigil in a wilderness of mirrors where nothing here is ever what it seems you stand so close but you never understand it for all that we see is not what it seems, am I blind? And you sit there and talk revolution but can you tell me just who's in command? when you tell me the forces we are fighting then I'll gladly join and make plans but for now only our t-shirts cry freedom and our voices are gagged by our greed our minds are harnessed by knowledge by the hill and the will to succeed and if that's not what you believe would you let me know I'm not standing alone that I'm not just a voice in the crowd If there's somebody up there could they throw me down a line just a little helping hand just a little understanding just a little understanding to the questions that I'm asking you If there's somebody up there could they throw me down a line just a little guiding light to tell wrong from right just some answers to the questions that I'm asking you I'll keep a vigil in a wilderness of mirrors where nothing here is ever what it seems I'm scared to shout in case I draw attention from the powers that preside over our minds and our lives when they find what I want is the deadliest weapon, that is truth Day by day it's getting louder and day by day it's getting stronger but when I can't scream no more and I need reassurance, I listen to the crowd. (And the boy stood, and stared at the hill. And the hill stared back) |
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(Dick/Simmonds/Boult/Usher)
I watch the TV every night, I stay awake by satellite, I hope and pray the nightmares, Stay away today. An oily shroud on a coral reef, A black cloud's hanging over me. When I hit on the remote, The programmes stay the same. Credo, credo, credo, credo. An assegai slick with sweat and blood, A shotgun barks at a rabid dog, A shallow grave hugs a highway, Beneath a bleaching sun. chorus: Credo, credo, credo, credo, It don't mean nothin'; it don't mean nothin' It don't mean nothin'; it don't mean nothin' to me. When cancer sucks a young girl's breast. When a company chains a young man's soul When the coal dust stole My grandad's breath away. (chorus) A tattered tramp tacks a windy wynd, To close a crowded circle a brazier's light, A man becomes a mountain, in the falling snow. A mother screams and a baby cries. The memory gone before the blood has dried. A needle pricks the conscience, To help it fade away. (chorus) The more you scream, the less you hear, Or that's how it used to be. But I just can't tell the difference Anymore these days. The open lips of an alter[1] boy, A planet spins in a silent void, The options are ever fewer On the ground these days (chorus) [1] sic. Is this supposed to be altar? This is how it appears on the lyric sheet. |
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(Dick/Simmonds/Usher/Boult)
If you really knew how I felt, You wouldn't need to be here asking Those questions, Those irritating questions, moving in metaphors, Speaking in tongues. your gunboat diplomacy, You accuse me of heresy, of being irreverent, My opinions irrelevant, when I smile at your smiles, When you're speaking in tongues. As we move to a stalemate, you say a contract's a contract & this is unnegotiable, I question your morality, you question my reality You're speaking in tongues We are speaking in tongues, Am I deaf because I cannot comprehend? Though I try I just cannot understand. Your entrenched opinions, On the border of arrogance, Dug in against the compromise. A position indefensible, your actions illogical You're speaking in tongues You swear contradictions your tedious monologues, wielding authority, Demanding subservience, demanding I make your sense. Demanding speaking in tongues. (Dedicated to Rupert Perry, MD EMI UK) |
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I heard a battle ragin
On the other side of the wall I buried my head in a pillow and tried to ignore it all Every night when I hear you I dream of breakin down your door An avengin knight in shinin armor to rescue you from it all From this family business Family business How long does it stay Family business Oh, it's nobody's business This family business But tell me how long it should stay Family business When I see you in the supermarket Sunglasses in the shade Avertin your eyes from those starin questions How were those bruises made The children clutch tight to your legs They've got so much they want to say But daddy's sittin home drunk again So they bite their lips and pray Cause daddy don't like people pryin Pokin in his family affairs And if anyone ask from the social well You fell down the stairs It's family business Keep it in the family business Can you tell me how long it remains Family business Oh, it's nobody's business This family business Can you tell me how long it should stay Family business She's waitin at the bus stop At the bottom of the hill She knows she'll never catch it She knows she never will The kids are all she lives for She's got nothin left to lose Nowhere to escape to But she knows she's got to move Cause when daddy tucks the kids in its takin longer every night And the heaven that she's waitin for Through the hell it lasts all night It's family business Keep it in the family business Can you tell me how long it remains Family business Oh, it's nobody's business Oh, this family business Can you tell me how long it should stay Family business So I become an accessory And I don't have an alibi To the victim on my doorstep The only way I can justify It's family business Family business How long do we keep it Family business |
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Hunched foetal in the corner of my soul
My fingernails are bleeding from climbing up the wall This time you really hurt me right down to the core And I'm desperately trying to find a reason to forgive you for it all I saw your life as a shadowplay In a trance I was held by the shadowplay In the spell of the shadowplay From Celtic illumination I see the Celtic illumination The Celtic I never realized just how far we'd gone I turned around and all that I saw was distance Through an anger that burned everytime That someone mentioned your name I should have noticed, should have read the signs We could have talked it out if there was a problem It wasn't obvious then But then it isn't really obvious now I saw your life as a shadowplay In a trance I was held by the shadowplay In the spell of the shadowplay From Celtic illumination I see the Celtic illumination The Celtic I could have changed I could have settled down I could have been whatever you wanted me to be If you gave me the chance But it seems that it's too late for that now I thought I knew you thought we had it made I'd thought it out, thought I had the answers After all is said and done The only thing I really know is your name I sit and wait for the shadowplay Let me in into the world of the shadowplay I'll follow you to the shadowplay Through Celtic illumination Give me the Celtic illumination Illumination If I'd only had the patience, if I'd only had the time If I'd only known the moment when you'd chosen to decide If I'd only ever listened, if you'd only ever asked If I'd known it was important, if I'd known it wouldn't last Run to the magic of, the magic of the shadowplay Run to the magic of, the magic of the shadowplay Run to the magic of, the magic of the shadowplay Run to the magic of, the magic of the shadowplay Maybe if I'd noticed, maybe if I'd tried Maybe if I'd worked at it, it never would have died Maybe I was selfish, maybe I was blind Maybe I was in the wrong and you were in the right Run to the magic of, the magic of the shadowplay Run to the magic of, the magic of the shadowplay Run to the magic of, the magic of the shadowplay Run to the magic of, the magic of the shadowplay Could I have been a better man, was I really all to blame? Was it me that was the problem, was it me that dealt the pain? Did you never mean to hurt me, did you only try to show That you really, truly loved me, that together we're alone Run to the magic of, the magic of the shadowplay Run to the magic of, the magic of the shadowplay Run to the magic of, the magic of the shadowplay Run to the magic of, the magic of the shadowplay I see my life as a shadowplay All around is the magic of shadowplay In the world of the shadowplay is where I belong Where all that I feared is how it is and will be All that was hidden Now you will see All I could dream You'll find now is real All I could touch Now you can feel And the light that I follow Is where the madness will end Illumination, illumination Shine on, shine on, shine on. |
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(Dick/Boult/Simmonds)
Dear friend, it's been a long, long while I've been meaning to write you But it was never my style But what is these days now I'm a family man. Do you blow sincere kisses to mistresses Secrets in afternoons? Do you wear your disguises, feign the surprises, At the questions she asks when she dares to accuse? Does your past lie under a dustsheet, In the corner of a musty garage? That's where I keep mine, now I'm a family man. Are your horses still running when The bookies shop close? Is the band still together, did you ever Get on the road? We chased the same women, we drank The same beer. We came as a pair when we ran around here How are you these days, now you're a family man? Buy a drink for the boy in my place At the end of the bar Give my regards to Nina, slam a tequila, I'll write you at Christmas or I'll send you a card, And if you pass by you're welcome to drop in And see me 'cos it's unlikely I'll be round your way, 'cos I'm happy to be, Where I am, living life as a family man Do you still have your leathers, Or did you give them away? Do you still dream of Joni and sidewalk cafes? Is your Norton still running, is the old man still alive? Do you still get to Dalkeith, is your rent still as high? But I suppose you've a mortgage, now you're a family man. Dear friend, it's been a long, long while I've been meaning to write you, But it was never my style. But what is these days, now I'm a family man. |
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Where beggars take cheques and children steal credit cards
From the pockets of wrecks that lie in the road I came to in my future that was just yesterday Unsure of my past, that's a knot in my gut You buy me a drink then you think that you've got the right To crawl in my head and rifle my soul You tell me I'm free then you want me to compromise To sell out my dreams you say you'll make it worthwhile Oh, boys would you drink to me now Here on the hill, halfway up, halfway down You tell me I'm drunk then you sit back and smug a while Convinced that you're right that you're still in command Of your senses. I laugh at your superior attitude Your insincere platitudes they make me throw up The sooner you realise I'm perfectly happy If I'm left to decide the company I choose Oh, boys would you drink to me now Here on the hill, halfway up, halfway down Oh, boys would you drink to me now Here on the hill, halfway up, halfway down Oh for the company born to the company Live for the company until I die The sooner you realise I'm perfectly happy If I'm left to decide the company I choose The company I choose is solidly singular Totally trustworthy, straight and sincere Polished, experienced, witty and charming So why don't you push off, this company's my own Oh, boys would you drink to me now Here on the hill, halfway up, halfway down Oh, boys would you drink to me now Here on the hill, halfway up, halfway down Oh for the company, dream of the company Live for the company until I die Oh for the company, dream of the company Drink to the company until we die Until we die Until we die |
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(Dick/Boult/Simmonds)
He met the world as a Dalkeith boy, raised from a shaft at Monktonhall In a well oiled cage, That locked away his dreams, An '85 veteran face from the gallery, A ghost from the civil war in the family He stood his ground on the picketline 'Til all that he was left with Were his father's cough And his mother's eyes That would hold a tear For the very first time When the government took his job away. Now fist in hand he'll stand in line Declare his name and mark his time To some the only proof that they're alive He could have been you He could have been me He could have been anybody But he was born lucky He made his first down payment On a sharp Italian suit He sewed razor blades into the lapels, See him sweating on the dance floor, Cool dust oozing out of every pore A hard man with a hard life, And that's a story that he'll tell you Down at Easter Road till his throat is raw On a Saturday, he knows the score Till the whistle blows and, The colours with their tempers fade away. He could have been you He could have been me He could have been anybody But he was born lucky On the helipads at Aberdeen, Bound for platforms drilling oil rich seas, Where the trawlers are getting fewer every year. By the furnaces at Ravenscraig, By the padlocks holding John Brown's gates, In the desert, in the fields of South Armagh, Where the poppies grow, Behind the Hampden roar, Behind the drums in Genoa. On the deck that rides a South Atlantic swell, Born to figh tout of the tightest corner. You can bet on him with the odds against you. They'll not put him down No matter how they try. |
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I found a new religion yesterday, I'd just cleared immigration JFK
a priest got in a cadillac, the shoe shine boy sang gospel as God and his accountants drove away. You'll see him coast to coast on live tv, in a stadium rocked by Satan just the night before the collection from the faithful is tax free it'll pay for his presidential campaign and his yacht And we all bow down, we bow down to the big wedge and we'll buy ourselves some heaven on earth we sell our souls, sell our souls for big wedge are we selling out tomorrow for today? A surgeon checks your plastic on the telephone a casio concerto entertains you while you hold your credit rating's good for a Madonna or a Bardot a Dali or a Picasso for his wall. You're looking good, looking good with big wedge are you holding back tomorrow for today? they're driving in, driving in with big wedge are we selling out tomorrow for today? You'll sell the ground beneath your feet you'll sell your oil, you'll sell your trees you ideals and integrity your culture and your history your children into slavery to labour in their factories your mother and your family you'll sell the world eventually. The IMF and CIA; there's just no difference they're all the same! It just depends on what's your point of view America, America the big wedge and they're buying up your tomorrow with promises the promises of big wedge and they'll break them like your hearts another day when you find out that you've left it just too late and find that you're the only one to blame that you sold out your tomorrow for Big Wedge |
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(Dick/Boult/Simmonds)
I saw a blue umbrella in Princes Street Gardens Heading out west for the Lothian Road An Evening News stuffed deep in his pocket Wrapped up in his problems to keep away the cold Grierson's spirit haunts the dockyards, Where the only men working are on Documentary crews, Shooting film as the lines get longer, As the seams run out, as the oil runs dry. chorus: Hey there laddie, Internal Exile! When will you realise we've got to let go? Hey there lassie, Internal Exile! When will you realise we've got to let go? Starlings wheeling round Georgian spires, And the fires of Grangemouth burn the skies. A lion sleeps in a tenement close, In a country that's tired and deaf to his roar (chorus) They bury a wasteland deep in the wilderness Poison the soil and reap the harvest, Of blind indifference, greed and apathy Sowed way back in our history The fish are few the harbours empty The keels now rot on our oil slicked shores The sheep are gone, the farms deserted We're out of sight and we're out of mind. (chorus) Like our fathers before us, We've eyes for America. Dream of a new life on foreign shores. But wherever we go, we'll always know, That the land we stand on, is never our own. (chorus) |
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