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It's called love
And every cruelty will cloud it And his lie, his lie True love could never allow it 'Cos it's a lie that we have ceased to believe We've said goodbye but it won't take its leave Why should it take the tears of a woman To see how men are P. E. R. S. P. E. C. T. I. V. E. It's no mystery What you don't know always gets you It will hurt you and desert you So you'd better seeThat it's a damage ever done by degrees And some will take eternity to believe Why should it take the tears of a woman To see how men are 'Cos love is a giving with no need of return It lends itself to everything And maybe someday man will see That love is a lesson money never taught us to learn Love is the power to have Without the premise that there's nothing for free And sometimes when we're just getting by and getting along It's like we're scared to see that something is wrong Why should it take (why should) the tears of a woman (the tears of a woman) To see how men are (To see how men are) Why should it take (why should) the tears of a woman (the tears of a woman) To see how men are (To see how men are... To see how men are) P. E. R. S. P. E. C. T. I. V. E. It's no mystery, s'no mystery (no mystery) (P. E. R. S. P. E. C. T. I. V. E. It's history You better see P. E. R. S. P. E. C. T. I. V. E...) |
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Words and music by roddy frame
Vocals & guitars roddy frame. keyboards rob mounsey, peter beckett. drum Programming jimmy bralower. drums dave wecki. bass synthesizer robby Kilgore. background vocals tawatha agee, jill dellabate, roddy frame and Dan hartman. produced by russ titleman. engineered by josh abbey and eric Calvi. Now love is a burning ring At the bottom of our being Done down and disconnected It lies like a sleeping thing Our task is to awaken Our mission it is clear With lips and arms and unity We've overcome our fear Chorus: That day will come When everybody is a number one Until that day Thy never will be done Some boss lickin' guy Who said he was your friend Tried to put me down But I'll still be around And for the people who would try Just to take it apart Let me tell it from the start For the second time Chorus If I was a poet I think I'd throw a stone In anger and confusion I would not be alone Chorus |
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Words and music by roddy frame
Vocals & guitars roddy frame. bass & keyboard programming jeff bova. drums Jimmy bralower. background vocals scott parker. produced by roddy frame. Engineered by josh abbey. I've seen that recipe Lawmen and royalty And nothing on earth can take that taste And make it something sweet I saw the news today A broken everything with years to pay And nobody else can save us now And that's alright by me 'cos I say Chorus: We make love in the face of it all Feel the freedom and the purity And what we need is not security Something more than a law We walk at night in a blind wind Through the streets where the rich ones lived And what we want's beyond the will to win Something more than a law I feel the rain on me I'm soaked in memory And never will I betray that love 'cos that's not love by me I know prosperity But he could never be a part of me The snow and the stone Feeling never at home Well she's my poetry 'cos I say Chorus And when we're lonely It's more than lonely So we turn around to say something bigger than us But then who do you blame when your love is gone? |
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Summer in the city where the air is still
A baby being born to the overkill Well who cares what people say We walk down love's motorway Ambition and love wearing boxing gloves And singing hearts and flowers But somewhere in my heart There is a star that shines for you Silver splits the blue Love will see it through And somewhere in my heart There is the will to set you free All you've got to be Is true A star above the city in the northern chill A baby being born to the overkill No say, no place to go A TV, a radio Ambition and love wearing boxing gloves And singing hearts and flowers But somewhere in my heart There is a star that shines for you Silver splits the blue Love will see it through And somewhere in my heart There is the will to set you free All you've got to be Is true Who could heal What's never been as one And our hearts have been torn Since the day we were born Just like anyone From Westwood to Hollywood The one thing that's understood Is that you can't buy time But you can sell your soul And the closest thing to heaven is to rock and roll But somewhere in my heart There is a star that shines for you Silver splits the blue Love will see it through And somewhere in my heart There is the will to set you free All you've got to be Is true Somewhere in my heart There is a star that shines for you Silver splits the blue Love will see it through And somewhere in my heart There is the will to set you free All you've got to be Is true |
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Our love's the sound
Of broken skies Too blind to see What lies inside We love what shines Before our eyes Why can't we learn What hides? Chorus: Waiting on the last train Flicking through the highlights Livin' in a suitcase Positively uptight Kissing in the full moon Drowning in the sunshine Walking on a tightrope And everything is gonna be just fine 'Cos I believe in your heart of gold Automatically sunshine Yeah glitter, glitter everywhere Like working in a goldmine And we believe that there's a heart beats on In the dark of the closedown Yeah glitter, glitter everywhere Like working in a goldmine And time not tied Is time to feed We lose our pride We spill our seed The worst of us Escape so slow The best of us Just goes Chorus They'll make you work for everything Never let it roll Never let it swing Take control and let your heart sing |
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One and one is one I hear
But it breaks my heart to come so near And find division standing in our way As London burns I lie awake And wrestle with this passive state But a broken heart is useless in these days When I close my eyes to trouble Baby I see you And now I have the need to double Everything I do So I close my eyes and make a wish Yeah, dream a dream for me That one and one will someday be free Oh boy I know The crucial blow They deal us every day I feel it too But need for you To chase your blues away But if my heart Should come apart My love should turn inside I'll understand You're just a man I'll still be on your side |
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I've been searching
Seems like so long For perfection In a world made wrong Here it's hard to be strong Seems like we're heading Down and down and down But that's love In my life, a million dreams take over Paradise, a million miles away You've been hurting And I can see As the world turns round and round You spin with me And when you're down Don't you know I'm down too But up or down There's nowhere else I'd rather be Than with you In my mind, a million dreams take over Paradise, a million miles away In my life, a million dreams take over Paradise, a million miles away But walking down this lonely road I stop and think of you And I can see now 'cos I believe now Paradise is true Paradise is you |
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As the city asleep
Shares it's dreams and desires Every wish that we keep Will trace a line to other times, other places Though the song of the proud Howls and dies, never fall for defeat Take a trip to reprieve Every hour they leave From killermont street Drink a drink to before And our memories spill Adding on as they pour From our saturdays and secret sensations Drink a drink to tonight Whisky words tumble down in the street With the pain that they cure Sentimentally yours From killermont street And with collar upturned I made it south to see That the love I had spurned Was just the hate in me As the ships and the steel Slip away to the cry of 'compete' There's a message for us We can get there by bus From killermont street |
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We were two in a million,
Stars like the ones in the sky, A love scene and a vision, We saw the world and we waved goodbye. Watched the fireworks falling, We kissed and innocence died. The sound of certainty calling, A world that wouldn't be satisfied. I said, You only get one hit, that's the beauty of it, What's the good in crying? It's always been that way, at the end of the day, You gotta keep on trying. Life's a one take movie and I don't care what it means, I'm saving up my tears for the crying scene. Tears fall and they haunt me, The sad words of a song, It's like necessity wants me, Sometimes I long just to belong. I dream of demons and money, I see the straights in the rain, I gotta keep on movin', Before they drag me down again... You only get one hit, that's the beauty of it, What's the good in crying? It's always been that way, at the end of the day, You gotta keep on trying. I said, life's a one take movie and I don't care what it means, I'm saving up my tears for the crying scene. I said, You only get one hit, that's the beauty of it, What's the good in crying? It's always been that way, at the end of the day, You gotta keep on trying. Life's a one take movie and I don't care what it means, I'm saving up my tears for the crying scene. The crying scene The crying scene |
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Words and music by roddy frame
The sun dying on a dusty room, Tv lying to me through the gloom, Even remote control can't change this mood, Get outta london while the getting's good, Get outta london while I know I could, Get outta london. Train's come just ride and believe, The engine running's all the music I need, I've got a fear of the past and a hunger to feed, Get outta london and you shall be free, Get outta london and it's guaranteed, Get outta london. I walked the avenue of dumb signs, Meant nothing and it felt fine, Then I remembered what was really mine, A silver shiver running down my spine. Down where the streets are pave with sick schemes, The river's running like a snake through a dream, The politicians gaze across it's slime, I need another way to waste my time, Get outta london, get outta london. I saw the spectre of charity, And he didn't seem brotherly, Popping up what should be blown away. A brotherhood of man in disarray, I got hit by the dreamers disease, Where your big ideas, Don't make connection with your buckling knees, And saw the greed and agreed that it sucked, But they said, "don't laugh at money cos it's bad luck" Get outta london, get outta london. |
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Words and music by roddy frame
Over my head, over my head And I can't break free from these chains Over my head go the things that we said And I long to be above pain When your heart is broken Mine's in two And I'm over my head in blue Over the love of you. |
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Jock's got a vote in Parochia
10 long years and he's still got her Paying tax and and doing stir Worry about it later And the wind blows hot and the wind blows cold But it blows us good so we've been told Music's food 'til the art-biz folds Let them all eat culture The past is steeped in shame But tomorrow's fair game For a life that's fit for living Good morning, Britain 20 years and a loaded gun Funerals, fear and the war ain't won Paddy's still a figure of fun It lightens up the danger Corporal sneers at a Catholic boy And he eyes his gun like a rich man's toy He's killing more than Celtic joy Death is not a stranger Taffy's time's gonna come one day It's a loud sweet voice and it won't give way A house is not a holiday Your sons are leaving home, Neil In the hills and the valleys and far away You can hear the song of democracy The echo of eternity With a Rak-a-Rak-a feel The past is steeped in shame But tomorrow's fair game For a life that's fit for living Good morning, Britain From the Tyne to where to the Thames does flow My English brothers and sisters know It's not a case of where you go It's race and creed and color From the police cell to the deep dark grave On the underground's just a stop away Don't be too black, don't be too gay Just get a little duller But in this green and pleasant land Where I make my home I make my stand Make it cool just to be a man A uniform's a traitor Love is international And if you stand or if you fall Just let them know you gave your all Worry about it later The past is steeped in shame But tomorrow's fair game For a life that's fit for living Good morning, Britain The past is steeped in shame But tomorrow's fair game For a life that's fit for living Good morning, Britain |
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Words and music by roddy frame
Well you can get grades, toe the line, Keep your behind above the water in the meantime, Join the corporate pyramid, I couldn't blame you if you did, Until you sell out your brother while your sister falls, Playin' daddy, doing the company crawl, You don't deserve your daughter's kiss, I know it's sad, That's how it is. Well, uptown there's been more than an oilspill, Another woman beaten, raped, blood spilled, male hate, The paper's couldn't wait, racism, sell this. Well there's excusin' in what I'm saying, It's just that there's a million colours praying, For real justice. That's how it really is. You just get born, keep on keepin' on, Defend yourself against the worries, Try and have fun. Party on until your number's picked, But beware cos the fight is fixed, It was them but it could be you next, Paranoia saves lives, So if you wanna exist, Get your head round this... That's how it is. |
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Words and music by roddy frame
I look around me and what do I see? Sadness surrounds me, alone as can be With too much time and too much distance. These chains that bind me They won't set me free, I look behind me and coming for me Is my best friend, she's my resistance. Chorus: So if you find yourself alone and so unkind, And if you've asked yourself, over and over, And even if your heartbeats hurt like goodbyes, Try, try, try Open your mind, spend some time, With the gentle kind I was torn between the darkness and the light, Lost to all belief that it could turn out right. But my quiet friend turned me round, Made me see again. Took my hand, said nothing much, No lesson learned, just a gentle touch And I am coming round, I am coming round again. Chorus Cos' in a hard world, with fastness and an eye on the money, I heard a soft voice, saying "never worry, hold on honey" When my world was gone, a whisper kind of eased my mind. And I am holdin' on, To the gentle kind. |
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Words and music by roddy frame
All the madness in the mirror, The tremblin' and the tears. It takes a long time comin' out, It's comin' out of here. I've been wandering your london town, And it's wearin' out my shoes. It's a long road comin' down, Comin' down with the blues. But when you hold me and really make love to me, I know that love is true forgiveness. Time on my mind is time spent with you, But it's time that I can't find, With the notting hill blues. Lovers pass me on the gate, Like distant cousings, removed, Holding hands, it seems like an act of fate, And I'm almost moved. But love has left me standing still, With no directions and no clues, No speech to let my feelings loose. A celebration of the blues. But when you hold me and really make love to me, I know that love is true forgiveness. Out on the road I was down with the crew, Now I'm all alone, on the run, With the notting hill blues. And it's a lonely, lonely time, Sadness preys upon my mind, A telephone and a bottle of booze, But who do you call? when your tongue tied, Up all night. |
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Words and music by roddy frame
Awake, In winter's crystal hours, And give to what gets you in the end, For the sake of a love that just devours, And smiles and takes, And lays you down again. Run free The moon is always female, Straight to what's still and will not bend, Don't wait for the sunshine to surround you, Consume and fake, And let you down again. Cos' life is short, And you better get smart, To the people who know nothing, And surround you. Stand straight, In what kills you and confounds you, And break it's chains, And still believe. |
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