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(Dick/Usher/Boult/Simmonds)
N.B: Rereleased in 1995 with Special Guest Vocal by Sam Brown, There is otherwise no difference in the lyrical content. There's something I want to ask you Before it's too late, It's been on my mind since the first time we met It scares me now more, now there's more at stake, It seems we're so close yet so far away. What would you do if I got down On my knees to you Would you hold it against me, Would you stand in line? What would you do if I Opened my heart to you, Would I be another who's wasting his time, Darling are we just good friends? Could you turn me down gently would I Be out of order, If I declared my true feelings or do I Act out the part, Of the father confessor of the shoulder to cry on We're always so close yet so far away What would you do if I got down On my knees to you Would you hold it against me, Would you stand in line? What would you do if I Opened my heart to you, Would I be another who's wasting his time, Darling are we just good friends? What would you do if I got down On my knees to you Would you hold it against me, Would you stand in line? What would you do if I Opened my heart to you, Would I be another who's wasting his time, Darling are we just good friends? Do I really need to ask you I'm sure that you know by now, Do we just play a game where we try to pretend, That all that's between us is all that's between us, And all we can rely on is just being good friends. What would you do if I got down On my knees to you Would you hold it against me, Would you stand in line? What would you do if I Opened my heart to you, Would I be another who's wasting his time, Darling are we just good friends? So are we left to chance meetings, Is that all we can depend on? Resigned to raise glasses in anonymous cafes, Reciting our failures as if we needed Proof or regret, Over what might have And what should have been, Darling, are we just good friends? |
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Out the picture out the frame I took myself out of the
game, So afraid I ran away, I shot the craw, I played the fool; I played the field I was seduced by other dreams, I sowed my seed I flew the scene I shot the craw, I dance without you, I dance without you, I dance without you, dance without you. Among the voices in my soul I should have listened to my soul, Realised the flight was wrong I shot the craw, On another cloudy day so far apart so far away I have wished that I had stayed, not shot the craw. I dance without you, dance without you, I learned to dance without you, I danced without you. Sometimes I find myself lost in my thoughts in a crowded room, Alone in a world I once shared with you, a world full of hope where our hearts were pure, where we dreamed that our lives were forever, together always entwined. I thought that I could dance without you, dance without you, learn to dance without you, dance without you. So I face another day and in my heart I take the blame, The regrets always the same, I shot the craw. I can't dance without you, dance without you, dance without you, I can't dance without you, Sometimes I find myself lost in my thoughts in a crowded room, Alone in a world I once shared with you, a world full of hope where our hearts were pure, where we dreamed that our lives were forever, together always entwined. Now I find that I can't dance without you, dance without you, I can't dance without you, I can't dance without you, Baby's coming back, baby's coming back, your baby's coming back. Baby's coming back |
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[Instrumental 25 secs]
Do you still keep paper flowers In the bottom-drawer with your belgian lace Taking them out every year To watch the colours fade away Do you still believe in fairy tales In battlements of shining castles Safe from the dragons That lie beneath the hill Are you still a Russian princess Rescued by a gipsy-dancer To anyone who'll listen Is that a story you still tell You live a life of fantasy Your diary romantic fiction Can't you see it's hard for me Can you see what I'm trying to say It's a gentleman's excuse me So I'll take one step to the side Can you get it inside your head I'm tired of dancing For every one step forward I'm taking two steps back Can you get it inside your head I'm tired of dancing [Instrumental 21 secs] I know you still like old-fashioned waltzes Your reflection in the mirror that you flirt with As you glide across the floor But if I told you, the music's over Would you want to hear That your dance card, is empty That there's no-one really there Do you still believe in Santa Claus There's a millionaire looking for your front door With the key to a life That you'd never understand And all I have to offer Is the love I have, it's freely given You'll see it's value When you see what I'm trying to say It's a gentleman's excuse me So I'll take one step to the side Can you get it inside your head I'm tired of dancing For every one step forward I'm taking two steps back Can you get it inside your head That for this one step forward There's no turning back Can you get in inside your head I'm tired of dancing We're Finished Dancing |
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[Sandy Denny, "Who Knows Where the Time Goes ..." ?]
(S. Denny) Good morning, good afternoon And what have you got to say? Well, I'm waiting, but I can't stay long It's such a lovely day There's a time to be talking And there's a time when it's no use Right now I think the things you say Are liable to confuse I've just gone solo Do you play solo Ain't life a solo? What a wonderful way to live She's travelling all over the world Why, the flame and all the golden Opportunities unfurled No time for the gent with the Mulliner Bently And heaven knows what else Why, he wouldn't even stand a chance With all his oilwells She just went solo Do you play solo Ain't life a solo I've always lived in a maison On the other side of the moon I've always kept a unicorn And I never sing out of tune I could tell you that the grass Is really greener on the other side of the hill But I can't communicate with you And I guess I never will We've all gone solo We all play solo Ain't life a solo |
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We got 140 stations on satellite beaming on down to our home - but I'm watching you,
I've got half a million bills to pay, you never hear a word I say - I dream of you, Oh I feel so incomplete, Oh, Oh, it seems so incomplete, If we could only close the distance, If we could only cross these lines, If we could only fill the space that's grown between us over time, You don't hear me anymore, you don't touch me anymore, you don't know me anymore. There's a wedding dress in a suitcase full of memories in the attic - I think of you, Where the ghosts of Summer butterflies they gather in the dust - I long for you, Oh I feel so incomplete, Oh, Oh it seems so incomplete, If we could only bring those days back when there were never wounds to heal, when everything was perfect and the dream we had was real, You don't hear me anymore, you don't touch me anymore, you don't know me anymore. Oh I feel so incomplete, Oh, Oh it seems so incomplete, When there were never any questions over who or what we were, and the future only promised all the answers to our prayers You don't hear me anymore, you don't touch me anymore, you don't know me anymore Dick, Antwi, Millet (Fishy Music Ltd, Rondor Music Publishing/Marc Sher, Frontburner Music/IRS Songs) |
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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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Rosebuds scattered across the lawn like the squares at Waterloo
With bayonets of thorns repelling small children in search of lost tennis balls Imaginary cannonballs that were fired at the legs of galloping cavalry Resting their dreams in the shade of the apple trees Toy soldiers drunk on warm lemonade And the children dream of glory and Fortunes of War Safe in bed with stories of Fortunes of War, Fortunes of War As the sun sets low on these playing fields An army returns bearing swords and shields Dustbin lids and raspberry canes they'll live to fight another day For warriors medals, milk bottle tops Battle flags fashioned from mother's old table cloths Bright colours run in the summer rain Sometimes when they fall they will pretend that their hankie is a bandage to stop the bleeding And imagine city streets and desert storms and foreign fields There's bullets flying, these are the Fortunes of War I heard a wheelchair whisper across a stale, stagnant gymnasium Trailing an ivy league jacket like a matador Through the jitterbug steps of the night before I followed him down to the church parade Where he makes his peace every armistice day I watched him fade away, melt in the autumn rain For sometimes when they fall they can't pretend That the hankie is a bandage that can't stop the bleeding They're out in city streets and desert storms or foreign fields With bullets flying, these are the Fortunes of War While their children dream of glory and Fortunes of War Safe in bed with stories and Fortunes of War Of uniforms and glory, Fortunes of War, Fortunes of War (Dick/Cassidy/Boult) |
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So sorry, I never meant to fall in love with you,
Don't worry, I know you think I have to let go, Believe, I would stay but we know that we'll wake up alone, Pretend, That there's nothing there between us They don't know the full story, The one we never can tell, And I hide a smile, I hide a smile for you. It's so funny, I never thought I'd feel like this again, I'm so scared, But we know that we can't run away, So easy to deny the attraction, the call of Fate, And wake up and declare that it's only a dream. They don't know the full story, The one we never can tell, The affair we declare to be over, We lie to ourselves, They don't know the full story, The one we never can tell And I hide a smile, I hide a smile for you I hide a smile for you Our smile, our smile, our smile. I'm so drunk, I'm so high, I'm not sure that I'm still making sense, Can't explain, For the first time these feelings inside, And I'd thought I'd control of my heart that this chapter was over And you rewrote my life and showed me a happy end They don't know the full story, The one we never can tell, The affair we declare to be over, We lie to ourselves, They don't know the full story, The one we never can tell And I hide a smile, I hide a smile for you, I hide a smile for you. |
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I want to be there in the morning, I want to wake up by your side.
If I can make it back I'll be there, if I can catch the early flight. I'll bring you dragon's teeth from silver beaches, shells from Africa. I'll give you China dolls and silken shawls, orchids for your hair, Treasures drowned in sunken galleons, jewels from desert caves when I get there. We'll see each other in the morning when the sun comes up We'll see each other in the morning when the sun comes up In the morning I'll guard you from the monsters on the TV, From the pirates in the corners of your dreams. I'll keep you from the cold and safe from trolls, from the bad men while you play. I'll hunt for crocodiles and snakes with smiles I'll keep them Far away from your innocence in all it's wonder. We'll see each other in the morning when the sun comes up We'll see each other in the morning when the sun comes up In the morning, in the morning, when the sun comes up |
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-for Andy Field
Raw meat for the balcony Another mugging in tin pan alley Another heart of attack takes the centre stage You might think I'm getting cynical But after these years I can still pass the physical still got my corner, still got my edge And the waitress takes an order for another round As I try to blend my way into the crowd The hunter of the autograph he wants my name And I just can't find the strength to turn him down Raw meat for the balcony don't get me wrong I don't need your sympathy, just lend me a needle and spare me a dime Just a tear in the public eye From laughing or crying it don't mean that much to me Some sort of reaction is all that I need The cognac goes down better in the hotel room, When you're staring at the writing on the wall Condemned by the critics who want to tear me down When it's just another lyric going for a song We're low on life on the highway in search of coin Picking up the pennies from the road Guided by direction in the wake of stars We were driven by a dream that's broken down But the bandwagon's parked up in another town We hope tomorrow its heading out our way To get us out the tunnel where we've paid our dues With friends we buried there beyond the lights Raw meat for the balcony Is that all I am, is that all I'm going to be? Raw meat for the balcony, Nobody's fool but mine, is that my destiny? But if that bandwagon takes off for another town And the suits that buy the wine don't like my song Though I'm playing to empty tables Till the curtain falls I'll always find the strength to carry on I'll always have the strength to carry on I'm Raw Meat! (Dick/Paterson) |
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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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It's so funny, you don't call at night, always missing in action,
I'm left out in the cold and you'd never have thought I was thinking, Turning it over Putting the pieces in place and building a case for my anger I'm taking it in, I'm taking my time in taking you out, 'cause it'll be a long cold day in Hell before I take you back, So tired of your lying, I can't sleep at night, I'll accept what I'm told, take what I'm sold, There's no question to ask, To sort out the answers, To prove who is wrong or who is right, But I know in my heart that we're breaking apart. If we admit to the truth, Pretend it's all been an act, As a matter of fact It'll be a long cold day in Hell before I take you back. Sometimes I feel like I'm sailing on a dreamboat on wild and heavy seas, I was cast adrift or fallen overboard, I catch my breath and head for shore, I turn around, the ship sails on This ship sails on. Funny, you don't call at night, always missing in action I'm left out in the cold and you'd never have thought I was thinking I was thinking Still thinking Still thinking Said I was, said I was So tired of your lying, I can't sleep at night, I'll accept what I'm told, take what I'm sold, There's no question to ask, To sort out the answers, To prove who is wrong or who is right, But I know in my heart that we're breaking apart. If we admit to the truth, Pretend it's all been an act, As a matter of fact It'll be a long cold day in Hell before I take you back. And I still remember sailing on that dreamboat on starlit mirrored seas. I hold my breath and I gaze from shore from this empty beach and this pile of clothes I hit the water, the ship sails on I hit the water, the ship sails on I hit the water, the ship sails on I hit the water, the ship sails on |
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Doc: "Tattoo Shop"
Fish: "Hi Doc" Doc: "Hey Fish, what are you doin'?" Fish: "If you don't mind, we're gonna record this. Is that cool?" Doc: "Oh that's cooler 'n hell. Hell yeah, 52's biggest dream man. You know his biggest dream was, me and him go party with you." On the trail of torn-out twisters, two angels on a mission came Dust devils danced before them in the path of the hurricane. On the road to Oklahoma, through the flatlands from L.A. From the shadows in the valley, from a country where the lizards play. While they drove they kept the radio on, why don't you singalong, singalong, singalong. (Chorus:) Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo Brother 52 Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo Brother 52 I don't think so. A man stands behind his shadow, a man stands behind his words. These men are together with family to defend their rights in another man's world. Most people stood against them, most people disagreed With the need for all those weapons in our safe, secure society. Paint the words and the pictures on another man's skin We are lover, warrior, magician kings. (Chorus): Doc:"Fuckin' brilliant, man. OK, here's what happened. 52 barred the door shut from the inside. A gunfight started on the front porch. 52 shot back. You know...they come into his home with it, so he's protecting himself. The guy inside the house blew his brains out. Yeah, they made it look like he killed himself. But, no one believes he would, 'cause he's not that kind of man. That's all, I think, he wasn't afraid of death. You know, he believed in something to die for, that's what he did." Some say he had it coming, others say he was sole to blame But who says they've got the rights if any at all to blow the brothers away. A man got a right to wonder, a man got a right to dream, Without looking over his shoulder to choose the manner of the life he leads. One man's thoughts on another man's skin We are lover, warrior, magician kings. (Chorus): Doc: "What they have done, was they've come in and murdered him, for his bombs and his ammunition. Just like that Waco Texas or any of these other things, over here in the United States. Anybody that's stockpiling firearms and ammunitions is a threat to the government, so the government wages war against us. They tortured him, he went out but I'm sure he stood up like he was supposed to, you know? They smashed all the rings shut on his fingers with a hammer. It was all an orchestrated plan, man. The more.. the closer I was getting to it.. to the truth, the more they got everybody looking at me as being the guy that pulled the trigger. And what they did when they killed 52, is they broke the whole family up. That's exactly what they wanted to do. They wanted to break all of us up." |
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Wheels within wheels, turning wheels, tumbling towards a conclusion.
A crimson cascade, the blood in the bowl, And the mind that you're in is walking the world but you feel like you're walking on water, Face up to the facts, face up to the truth, face up to reality, you're just being used There's a spark in your eyes, when she calls you'll explode and she's blaming it all on crossed wires. When the clocks move sideways, when the clocks move sideways, Fellini days Fix a stare at the wall, avoiding the accusations that lurk in the mirror, trying to catch my attention, Reflect on the fact that your life is such a mess. Whose fault is that anyway? The shutters are closed, did you lock all the doors? Arm the alarms? Sheath all the knives? Unload all the guns? Throw out all the pills? Did you remember to switch off the TV? Don't answer the phone, Provide the impression there's nobody home, As if there was anyway. As if there was anyway. When the clock moves sideways, the clock moves sideways. Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock Tock, tock, tock, tock... When the clock moves sideways, when the clock moves sideways Fellini days Fugazi Don't answer the phone Fugazi Wheels within wheels within wheels, Tumbling towards a conclusion, Wheels within wheels within wheels, Tumbling towards a conclusion, Tumbling towards a conclusion, Tumbling towards a conclusion Should auld acquaintance be forgot And never brought to mind Should auld acquaintance be forgot For auld lang syne For auld lang syne |
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Just another nigger, a spooky piece of white trash,
Just another jewboy, spic, mick, yid, raghead motherfucker living on the planet. (USA version: Just another wake up, a hostage of a sunrise, Just another paranoid, victimised motherfucker living on the planet.) Just before it kicks in Just like a silver bullet, Take a good look at yourself in the mirror and tell me that it's worth it, Said it'll never happen, you said you'd never get caught out, You settled in a habit, so now you're Mr Fixit, Just another alien, living on the planet, Living on the planet, living on the planet. It's just one of those days when you know that something's gonna happen. Another betrayal, lose another friend, You know you never need them, on your own until the bitter end. Just another pick up, just another kill, someone else's daughter, someone else's girl, Living on the planet. We are in another world, Living on the planet we are, we are, And you know there's some days when you feel that something's gonna happen, This is one of those days which you know that something's gonna happen, And something's gonna happen. Somedays you just wake up and you don't have any real sense of direction, you just can't find the will to get up and go through with it all, your next allotted 24 hour slice of destiny. There's just a bad vibe and rather than a world of opportunities, it's full of threats and just too many negative variables. I'd noticed these houses way up in the hills and I tried to imagine what it would have been like living up there isolated from the world, every night watching the fires crawl slowly down the valley, and knowing that one night it was gonna be your turn for the visit. I tried to imagine what it would have been like hiding in a cellar with your family and the fear hoping that when they do come, when the dogs don't bark, and the silence is around you, you hope that they burn the whole house around your ears and they don't discover you hiding in the cellar because you've got nowhere to go, and you know that one day that something's gonna happen. There's one day, just one day. Just another village burning in the hills, I saw it on the TV, just another thrill, Someone else's problems, someone else's grief, Someone else's children, living on the planet, We are in another world living on the planet, We are in another world living on the planet, we are, we are. It's just one of those places that never exist till you've been there, It's just one of those things that you never will see till you wake up, And you know that somewhere there's somebody that's out there who thinks like you do. And you hope that today is the day that it's all gonna happen for you. And you know there's somedays when you feel that something's gonna happen. This is one of those days which you know that something's gonna happen. |
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city streets, swollen gutters, summer storms, walking wounded stand to in another dawn, Marching in silence one eye on the time one eye on the madness around them, They don't know they're blind, His mind on the trigger, he picks up a magazine, exits the underground and enters the scene And checks out the world and all the moving targets Adjusting his sights to take in the moving targets Locked and loaded, safety off, checks his bearings on the ground before taking off, Middle distance, draws a bead, allowing a margin for error he takes a lead, He's out in the open he's out on his own, so far from his family, so far from his home, He came out of his hiding came out of the trees, he blew all his cover when he entered the killing fields, Only to find he'd become a moving target, He walked out in the world and became a moving target, Where the hunter is hunted, a moving target. Holding a breath still in his lungs, he steadies his hand on the barrel of a loaded gun, his sights set on the world his heartbeat slows, His pulse marking the time he senses the pressure of the moment he clears his mind, he calmly delivers the bullet and recoils from the dream, of moving targets. Rolling numbers, rolling bones, lucky ladies he takes them out and takes them down, Collecting trophies, hunting game, no remorse as they've only got themselves to blame, Bleeding heart innocents running in herds, the weak and the woeful get what they deserve, There's no room for pity, no space for guilt, in this murderous city it's kill or be killed, When you're running the field you become a moving target, When you start making marks you become a moving target, You took your first step in the world and became a moving target, When you walk in the world you're a moving target, Wandering shopping malls, moving targets, High school assembly halls, moving targets, At fuel stops and parking lots, moving targets In high streets and super marts, moving targets, There's no place to hide! |
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