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from Mott The Hoople - The Golden Age Of Rock `n` Roll: The 40th Anniversary Collection (2009)
Forgot my six-string raiser - hit the sky
Half way to Memphis 'fore I realised Well I rang the information - my axe was cold They said she rides the train to Oreoles And the sun burns hot on the cold steel rails Now its a mighty long way down the dusty trail All the way from Memphis 'N I look like a bum 'n I crawl like a snail Well I got to Oreoles y'know - it took a month Now its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll And there was my guitar, electric junk. Some spade said "Rock'n'rollers, you're all the same. Man that's your instrument." I felt so ashamed. Through the Bradford Cities and the Oreoles 'N you look like a star but you're still on the dole All the way from Memphis Yeah it's a mighty long way down rock'n'roll From the Liverpool docks to the Hollywood Bowl 'N you climb up the mountains 'n you fall down the holes All the way from Memphis As your name gets hot so your heart grows cold 'N you gotta stay young man, you can never be old Yeah its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll All the way from Memphis Yeah its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll Through the Bradford Cities and the Oreoles 'N you look like a star but you're really out on parole! All the way from Memphis |
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from Mott The Hoople - The Golden Age Of Rock `n` Roll: The 40th Anniversary Collection (2009)
Well, Billy rapped all night about his suicide,
how he'd kick it in the head when he was twenty-five, speed jive, don't want to stay alive when you're twenty-five. and Freddie's got spots from ripping off the stars from his face, And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks and Sparks funky little boat race. The television man is crazy saying we're juvenile deliquent wrecks, oh man, I need TV when I got T Rex oh brother you guessed All the young dudes (Hey dudes!), carry the news (Where are ya?), I'm a dude dad. boogaloo dudes (Stand up, come on!), All the young dudes (I want to hear you.), carry the news. carry the news (I want to see you.), boogaloo dudes (I want to talk to you - all of you.), carry the news. Now Lucy looks sweet cause he dresses like a queen but he can kick like a mule - it's a real mean team but we can love, oh yes - we can love. And my brother's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones, we never got it off on that revolution stuff, what a drag - too many snags. Now I've drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine, I've got to race some cat to bed, is that concrete all around, or is it in my head, yeah, All the young dudes (Hey dudes!), I'm a dude dad. carry the news (Where are ya?), All the young dudes (I want to hear ya.), boogaloo dudes (Stand up!), Carry the news carry the news (I want to see you.), boogaloo dudes (I want to relate to you.), carry the news. carry the news (Let's hear the news - come on!), All the young dudes (C'mon dudes!), boogaloo dudes (I want to kick you), carry the news. carry the news (I want you.), All the young dudes (Hey you there - you with the glasses!), carry the news (Are you all his friends?). boogaloo dudes (I want you in the front!), All the young dudes (Will you bring him down, 'cause I want him!), carry the news carry the news (There you go!). boogaloo dudes (I want him right here, bring him come on - bring him!), boogaloo dudes (How do you feel?), All the young dudes (I've wanted to do this for years!), carry the news (Sick!).carry the news (There you go!), |
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from Mott The Hoople - The Golden Age Of Rock `n` Roll: The 40th Anniversary Collection (2009)
I changed my name in search of fame
To find the midas touch Oh I wish I'd never wanted then What I want now twice as much We crossed the mighty oceans And we had a few divides But we never crossed emotion For we felt too much inside You know all the tales we tell You know the band so well Still I feel, somehow, we let you down We went off somewhere on the way And now I see we have to pay The rock'n'roll circus is in town Buffin lost his child-like dreams And mick lost his guitar And verden grew a line or two And overend's just a rock'n'roll star Behind these shades the visions fade As I learn a thing or two Oh but if I had my time again You all know just what I'd do Rock'n'roll's a loser's game It mesmerizes and I can't explain The reasons for the sights and for the sounds We went off somewhere on the way And now I see we have to pay The rock'n'roll circus is in town So rock'n'roll's a loser's game It mesmerizes and I can't explain The reasons for the sights and for the sounds The greasepaint still sticks to my face So what the hell, I can't erase The rock'n'roll feeling from my mind From my mind, from my mind, from my mind From my mind, from my mind, from my mind From my mind |
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from Mott The Hoople - The Golden Age Of Rock `n` Roll: The 40th Anniversary Collection (2009)
See my thoughts - and see my scars- see my clothes - I dress to kill
See my blood - and see my gun. The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Better run, better run, better run) Heed my faults - and heed my curse - heed my frustration - you just (You'll get done, you'll get done, you'll get done) don't know A new town nothing - send for the hearse. The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Better run, better run, better run) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Just for fun, just for fun, just for fun) We'll torture your flats, you keep us like rats - then you Tell 'em we're brats and the press twist our fist - get me out of this Pull down the wires, set you on fire - I'm getting too tired to resist, mist. Hear me swear - hear every word - I ain't just a number I wanna be heard - The TV announcer he talks to the scum (Better run, better run, better run) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Prick your thumb, prick your thumb, prick your thumb) I ain't been solved, I'm uninvolved - I've been annulled You're so pure - you know the cures - just keep us poor And I can't seem to prove it. The juvenile delinquent bit (One's your son, one's your son, one's your son) (Better run, better run, better run) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Better hide, better hide, better hide) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Take a ride, take a ride, take a ride) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (You're too late, you're too late, you're too late) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Where's your mates? Where's your mates? Where's your mates?) (You're exposed, you're exposed, you're exposed) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Now you're closed, now you're closed, now you're closed) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead AHHHHHHHHHHH |
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from Mott The Hoople - The Golden Age Of Rock `n` Roll: The 40th Anniversary Collection (2009)
Baby Baby tried to phone you - they said you were gone
Baby Baby please come home to me where you belong Foxy Foxy - you're all I have to hold Don't leave me alone out in the cold Baby Baby how I missed you - my love grows so strong Baby Baby wanna kiss you all night long Foxy Foxy oh you're all I'm living for You're all I see - I need nothing more When I put my arms around you - I'll surround you Make a vow to Never see you sighing -darling when you cry it makes me die Foxy Foxy oh I need you every day Not just when you want - not just when you say But I know I'll always love you Stars above shine down upon you Never leave me ever Darling will you be forever true? Foxy Foxy come out tonight Foxy Foxy it'll be alright Foxy Foxy oh let me into your heart Foxy Foxy give me one more chance Foxy Foxy give me one more dance Foxy Foxy don't let them keep us apart Foxy Foxy don't neglect me Foxy Foxy please don't reject me Foxy Foxy don't let it end 'fore it starts Foxy Foxy oh-oh-oh-oh Foxy Foxy oh-oh-oh-oh Foxy Foxy oh-oh-oh-oh |
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from Mott The Hoople - The Golden Age Of Rock `n` Roll: The 40th Anniversary Collection (2009)
I was a city child with a dead-end smile
And a worm's-eye point of view And I had my eyes on you Oh I knew my way, I was a back-street stray You know, some kinda automobeat on the street Now I got this friend and he's a screwdriver-jiver And he has converted me to rock'n'roll I just wanna dance to Honaloochie boogie yeah Honaloochie boogie yeah Get in time, don't worry 'bout the shirt shine You sure started somethin' Wanna tell Chuck Berry my news I get my kicks outta guitar licks Now my hair gets longer as the beat gets stronger And I've sold my steel-toed shoes Now I got this friend and he's a spider west-sider You know, he's hung up on a protection rejection thing But I have made him see the light Honaloochie boogie yeah He just wanna dance to Get in time, don't worry 'bout the shirt shine Honaloochie boogie yeah You sure started somethin' Honaloochie boogie yeah Get in time, don't worry 'bout the shirt shine Honaloochie boogie yeah You sure started somethin |
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from Mott The Hoople - The Golden Age Of Rock `n` Roll: The 40th Anniversary Collection (2009)
God ain't jive
'N one by one For I can see his love As it runs alive Oh, cross over shame like the wise dove Through fields of rusted wire The war has just begun Who cares not for fame just for shy love 'N rejoice for the king ain't lost his throne, oh no |
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from Mott The Hoople - The Golden Age Of Rock `n` Roll: The 40th Anniversary Collection (2009)
I scream at you for sharing
'n I curse you just for caring 'n I tell to not to see me 'n I tell you not to feel me I hate the clothes you're wearing, they're so pretty 'n I make your life a drag, it's such a pity 'n I watch your warm glow palin' 'n I watch your sparkle fadin' Now I don't mean to upset you As you realise you're failin', cos you're so good If only I could make it easier, then I would But there's so much crime to get through Oh I wish I was your mother 'n then I would have seen you I wish I'd been your father Played houses with your sisters Would have been you as a child And wrestled with all your brothers And then who knows I might have felt a family for a while It's no use me pretendin' You give and I do the spendin' Is there a happy ending, I don't think so Cos even if we make it I'll be too far out to take it You'll have to try and shake it from my head Oooooh I wish I was your mother I wish I'd been your father 'n then I would have seen you Would have been you as a child Played houses with your sisters And wrestled with all your brothers And then who knows I might have felt a family for a while |
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from Mott The Hoople - The Golden Age Of Rock `n` Roll: The 40th Anniversary Collection (2009)
Old man Tyler had a crash in his car down on the fortune highway
Doctor said it was his cruel sick heart didn't go to church on Sunday Oh your pace is going to knock you dead Out of the race you got time to spare Jerkin' Crocus is the cause of the cross y |
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from Mott The Hoople - The Golden Age Of Rock `n` Roll: The 40th Anniversary Collection (2009)
No puppet, no liar, won't bend my lips to wire - No
Don't pressurize me so Oh take some good advice from me Don't gamble, with my life, or you won't live to do it twice And let the wires rock All dressed in black so nobody sees you Smile in the wings, tell me I please you Call me a king and watch for the wordworm to choke me And you're like a giraffe, the performance is poor Watch the audience laugh as my head hits the floor STOP! When I'm broken in half you still reach for the floor I've had enough of this The pantomime's reversed I need -you feed I greed - you bleed Marionette - I ain't one yet Marionette - I ain't one yet Teacher's pet - Well you'd better forget it Teacher's pet - Go check your stocks and shares You lied - I led And when the coffin comes make sure there's room for two I died -You're dead Marionette - I ain't one yet Marionette - I ain't one yet Teacher's pet - You'd better forget it Teacher's pet - go check your product A traitor, deceiver, a groovy disbeliever I thought Creator, conceiver, romantic love receiver - caught A puppet was a thing cheap-taught - No way "Who are you" "The nerve" "I wanna get out, I wanna get out, I wanna get out, I wanna get out, I wanna get out, AHHHHH! Oh he wanna play chords to the chick on the street He wanna play words to a world that don't speak He wanna play people who play hide 'n' seek when they don't talk He wanna play a riff to the man with the wires He wanna play lead but his hand's getting tired He just wanna play but don't know how to say - STOP OK, the show's been fun But my wood's begun to warp They won -I'm done New one - begun Marionette - I did my best Teacher's pet - It just couldn't last Marionette - Get me out of this mess Marionette - Now I need a rest Teacher's pet - Where's my sanity gone - Mother? Teacher's little pet - It happened so fast Marionette - I did my best Teacher's little pet - I'm just like all the others They gambled, with my life and now I've lost my will to fight Oh God these wires are so tight.... I'm just a marionette |
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from Mott The Hoople - The Golden Age Of Rock `n` Roll: The 40th Anniversary Collection (2009)
Well I went down to the bunny station
Cause I wanted love for a week or two I wanted you on a week vacation Cause its costing me but its killing you NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naa Alright Well I got a friend in the fire department He was telling me I'm on the road to Rome He said you'd better find out where you're going Cause your wife can't fight out all the fires alone NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naa Hit me Well we passed the time in there but we got thrown out It was falling down and it was overgrown He said I can see you now ask the captain He says boy you're really on the road to Rome NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naa ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By GAYE, MARVIN P <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from Mott The Hoople - The Golden Age Of Rock `n` Roll: The 40th Anniversary Collection (2009)
Know that I grow my hair just to scare the teacher
My goodness gracious me ain't little Johnny a creature And I lost count of the times when I never bathed I'm one of the boys One of the boys I don't say much but I make a big noise And it's growing alright its growing I borrowed Gypsy's Gibson just to show them And now I'm a rock and roll star I don't want to know them If they want a stray they better go out a grow one I'm one of the boys One of the boys I'm only human so I ain't got much choice And I know it yeah I know it Alright! Hit it come on! I'm just one of the boys One of the boys I don't say much but I make a big noise And it's growing yeah its growing I'm one of the boys One of the boys I'm only human so I ain't got much choice And I know it yes I know it One of the boys I'm just one of the boys One of the boys I'm just one of the boys One of the boys I'm just one of the boys One of the boys I'm just one of the boys Lets go! Alright! Just just just just just (fade) |
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from Mott The Hoople - The Golden Age Of Rock `n` Roll: The 40th Anniversary Collection (2009)
Baby if you just say you still care
Follow you most anywhere Roll away the stone, roll away the stone. And, in the darkest night, Roll away the stone, roll away the stone I'll keep you safe and all right Won't you roll away the stone Don't you let it die Won't you roll away the stone Why be cold and so alone? No matter if fools say we can't win Roll away the stone, roll away the stone I know I'll fall in love again Baby in love and sweet romance So sing - we still got a chance Won't you roll away the stone Why be cold and so alone? Roll away the stone, roll away the stone Won't you roll away the stone Don't you let it lie There's a rockabilly party on Saturday night Are you gonna be there Gonna bring your records (Well I got my invite) Made it! (Ohh, will do) Won't you roll away the stone Why be cold and so alone? Won't you roll away the stone Don't you let it die Come on roll Come on roll, yeah Come on roll I want you to roll Come on rollCome on..... yeah |
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from Mott The Hoople - The Golden Age Of Rock `n` Roll: The 40th Anniversary Collection (2009)
Sixty-nine was cheapo wine,
Have a good time, What your sign Float up to the Roundhouse On a Sunday afternoon. In Seventy we all agreed A King's Road flat was the place to be 'Cause Chelsea girls are the best in the world for company. In Seventy-one all the people come Bust a few seats but it's just in fun Take the Mick out of Top of the Pops We play better than they do In Seventy-two we was born to lose We slipped down snakes into yesterday's news I was ready to quit But then we went to Croydon Do you remember the Saturday gigs We do, we do Do you remember the Saturday gigs We do, we do The tickets for the fantasy were twelve and six a time A fairy tale on sale Oh, Seventy-three was a jambouree We were the dudes and the dudes were we. (oh oh oh oh oh) Did you see the suits and the platform boots In Seventy-four on the Broadway tour We didn't much like dressing up no more Don't wanna be hip - but thanks for a great trip. Do you remember the Saturday gigs We do, we do Do you remember the Saturday gigs We do, we do But now the kids pay a couple of quid 'Cause they need it just the same It's all a game A grown-up game But you got off on those Saturday gigs And we did, we did 'Cause you got off on those Saturday gigs And we did, we did And we got off on those Saturday gigs And you did, you did And we got off on those Saturday gigs 'Cause you did, you did Don't you ever forget us We'll never forget you We're going to sleep now You better be good, right (ha ha ha) See you next time So long for now |
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from Mott The Hoople - The Golden Age Of Rock `n` Roll: The 40th Anniversary Collection (2009)
On morning shadows you were ill-spent
";It's time";, you said, or is it time you went I tried so hard to leave you I tried to sleep The hours you keep Oh Lord I wish I could escape this iron veil Ride on my son Ride on my son Ride until you fail Something comes and something goes And something dies before it grows And I'm like a sea diver Who's lost in space [";Sweet";, said His Grace?] Oh Lord I wish I could escape this iron veil Ride on my son Right on my son Ride until you fail |
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from Mott The Hoople - The Golden Age Of Rock `n` Roll: The 40th Anniversary Collection (2009)
Ladies and Gentlemen,
The golden age of rock and roll.... Everybody hazy, shell-shocked and crazy. Screaming for the face at the window. Jeans for the genies, dresses for the dreamies, Fighting for a place in the front row. Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh (It's good for your body, it's good for your soul) Ohhh, Ohhh, let's go! (It's the golden age of rock and roll). Well you getta little buzz, send for the fuzz, Guitars getting higher and higher. The dude in the paint thinks he's gonna faint, Stoke more coke on the fire. Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh (You gotta stay young, you can never grow old) Ohhh, Ohhh, Whoooa (It's the golden age of rock and roll). The golden age of rock and roll will never die, As long as children feel the need to laugh and cry. Don't wanna smash - want a smash sensation, Don't wanna wreck; just recreation, Don't wanna fight - but if you turn us down We're gonna turn you around gonna mess with the sound. The show's gotta move, everybody groove There ain't no trouble on the streets now. So if the going gets rough, Don't you blame us You ninety-six decible freaks Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh (Its good for body, its good for your soul) Ohhh, Ohhh, Whoooa (It's the golden age of rock and roll). Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh (You gotta stay young, you can never grow old) Ohhh, Ohhh, Whoooa (Its good for body, its good for your soul) Ohhh, Ohhh, Whoooa (It's the golden age of rock and roll). Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh (You gotta stay young, you can never grow old) Ohhh, Ohhh, Whoooa (Its good for body, its good for your soul) Ohhh, Ohhh, Whoooa (It's the golden age o |
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from Mott The Hoople - The Golden Age Of Rock `n` Roll: The 40th Anniversary Collection (2009)
Well my brother he was a drinking man And i asked him for release He said this won't do you no good And sent for the police Well they busted me for nothing Cos they said i was insane So they let my body go But they locked away my brain Well i wandered freely as a bird that had broken both its wings And i hated them and they hated me and i hated everthing And i realise that to survive well my body is not mine And i feel neglected feel rejected Living in the wrong time And to those of you who always laugh Let this be your epitaph And my head is down and i'm called a clown by comedians that grace The living stage of every page of worthless meaningless space But i swear to you before we're though you're gonna feel our every blow We ain't bleeding you we're feeding you but you're too f*cking slow And to those of you who always laugh Let this be your epitaph |
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from Mott The Hoople - The Golden Age Of Rock `n` Roll: The 40th Anniversary Collection (2009)
I followed the night till the morning sunlight
And I thought of the changing times And I followed the child with the evergreen smile And the blue broken tears start to cry Blue broken tears hide away the years Misty highway seems colder today And I saw a Waterlow where the evergreen grows And the wise man knows why he crys And I heard a child call me away from this all And the blue broken tears start to rise Blue broken tears ain't nobody here Lost in the sun my only young one Blue broken tears our love disappears The evergreen dies drowned in my eyes |
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from Juno (주노) by Matt Messina [ost] (2008)
Well, Billy rapped all night about his suicide,
how he'd kick it in the head when he was twenty-five, speed jive, don't want to stay alive when you're twenty-five. and Freddie's got spots from ripping off the stars from his face, And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks and Sparks funky little boat race. The television man is crazy saying we're juvenile deliquent wrecks, oh man, I need TV when I got T Rex oh brother you guessed All the young dudes (Hey dudes!), carry the news (Where are ya?), I'm a dude dad. boogaloo dudes (Stand up, come on!), All the young dudes (I want to hear you.), carry the news. carry the news (I want to see you.), boogaloo dudes (I want to talk to you - all of you.), carry the news. Now Lucy looks sweet cause he dresses like a queen but he can kick like a mule - it's a real mean team but we can love, oh yes - we can love. And my brother's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones, we never got it off on that revolution stuff, what a drag - too many snags. Now I've drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine, I've got to race some cat to bed, is that concrete all around, or is it in my head, yeah, All the young dudes (Hey dudes!), I'm a dude dad. carry the news (Where are ya?), All the young dudes (I want to hear ya.), boogaloo dudes (Stand up!), Carry the news carry the news (I want to see you.), boogaloo dudes (I want to relate to you.), carry the news. carry the news (Let's hear the news - come on!), All the young dudes (C'mon dudes!), boogaloo dudes (I want to kick you), carry the news. carry the news (I want you.), All the young dudes (Hey you there - you with the glasses!), carry the news (Are you all his friends?). boogaloo dudes (I want you in the front!), All the young dudes (Will you bring him down, 'cause I want him!), carry the news carry the news (There you go!). boogaloo dudes (I want him right here, bring him come on - bring him!), boogaloo dudes (How do you feel?), All the young dudes (I've wanted to do this for years!), carry the news (Sick!).carry the news (There you go!), |
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from Mott The Hoople - Rock & Roll Queen (2006)
How long 'fore you realise you swing How long 'fore you realise you sting From the good to the bad to the ugly change How long 'fore you start to rearrange How long how long 'fore you realise that all's strange How long will it take to turn you around How long will it take to bend you down It makes you believe in the [real] exchange How long will it take for me to rearrange How long how long 'fore you realise that all's strange Well i don't care what the people may say I don't give a - anyway I don't care what the people may say I don't care what the people may say I don't give a - anyway I don't care what the people may say How long 'fore you realise what you missed How long 'fore we we get out and may get pissed You get all the books from the corn exchange Really mad at this outrage How long how long 'fore you realise that all's strange I don't care what the people may say I don't give a - anyway I don't care what the people may say I don't care what the people may say I don't give a - anyway I don't care what the people may say How long How long How long How long Won't you tell me how long Won't you tell me how long Won't you tell me how long Won't you tell me how long How long will it take How long will it take How long will it take (yeah) How long will it take |
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from Mott The Hoople - Rock & Roll Queen (2006)
You keep a knockin' but you can't come in
You keep a knockin' but you can't come in You keep a knockin' but you can't come in Come back tomorrow night try it again You say you love me but you can't come in You say you love me but you can't come in You say you love me but you can't come in Come back tomorrow night try it again You keep a knockin' but you can't come in You keep a knockin' but you can't come in You keep a knockin' but you can't come in Come back tomorrow night try it again Ah Yeah Oh You say you love me but you can't come in You say you love me but you can't come in You say you love me but you can't come in Come back tomorrow night try it again You keep a knockin' but you can't come in You keep a knockin' but you can't come in You keep a knockin' but you can't come in Come back tomorrow night try it again Come on Ohh ah Yeah Wah hey Listen Contrary to what various people say This is the best pos-, this is the best possible form of music there ever was Just this It's all a load of bullshit You can, can play a guitar, you can ??? It's got nothing to do with it, this is what it's ??? Well I got a woman mean as she can be I got a woman just as mean as she can be right Sometime I'm thinking come over here with me I said shake baby shake I said shake baby shake Come on Now shake baby shake I'm thinking there's a whole lot of shakin' goin' on This is a number called 'What Did I Say', by Jerry Lee Lewis And we'd like you to answer him, get into it you know-a |
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from Mott The Hoople - Rock & Roll Queen (2006)
Well I went down to the bunny station
Cause I wanted love for a week or two I wanted you on a week vacation Cause its costing me but its killing you NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naa Alright Well I got a friend in the fire department He was telling me I'm on the road to Rome He said you'd better find out where you're going Cause your wife can't fight out all the fires alone NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naa Hit me Well we passed the time in there but we got thrown out It was falling down and it was overgrown He said I can see you now ask the captain He says boy you're really on the road to Rome NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naa ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By GAYE, MARVIN P <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from Mott The Hoople - Rock & Roll Queen (2006)
Listen woman you needn't look so stupid when I call your name out loud
Cause everybody thinks you're a sweet smelling girl with intelligence and you know how I wouldn't want anyone else to know About the way you really are You're just a rock and roll queen You know what I mean And I'm just a rock and roll star Listen woman you needn't go to bed with everybody that you meet Cause everybody thinks you're a sweet little girl with intelligence in your feet I wouldn't want anyone else to know About the way you really are You're just a rock and roll queen You know what I mean And I'm just a rock and roll star Alright! You're just a rock and roll queen You know what I mean And I'm just a rock and roll star (fade |
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This isn't a song in the true sense of the word - it is an end-of-session jam (sounds a bit like 'the journey'); but i have included it anyway. This has been The mott the hoople Light orchestra, [who've] been Playing some goodies And some newies And some oldies And some filthies And some weirdies And some queries Just for you |
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from Mott The Hoople - Rock & Roll Queen (2006)
Will there come a time when sorrow's hard to find
And all those nursery rhymes will find a meaning There's got to be a change, thoughts to rearrange Does it seem so strange to try redeeming Only time will show if the unrelenting blow That's cast from down below does strike the ceiling Life must still go on whatever's right or wrong Realise what's gone and was never healing |
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from Mott The Hoople - Rock & Roll Queen (2006)
A mountain train's coming down the track She ain't wasting time She's carrying me cause I'm going back Right to the Delaware line She knows well I ain't been anywhere Because I crawl back every time to her Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Troubles and tears I'll take it in years I left so many behind I may be a train rearranged Who knows what I'll find But everything's better in my life I know I can face any grades that I'm on Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain (alright) (hey hey hey) (oh) I'm walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain When she talks to me I know she sees Where I'm heading to She sits winks takes it all in Just admires the view And if I had a choice in life I'd take that mountain for my wife I'm walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Jumping Jack Flash it's a gas Jumping Jack Flash it's a gas Jumping Jack Flash it's a gas Jumping Jack Flash it's a gas Jumping Jack Flash it's a gas Jumping Jack Flash it's a gas |
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from Mott The Hoople - Rock & Roll Queen (2006)
Yeah, You really got me going
You got me so I don't know what I'm doing Yeah, you really got me now You got me so I can't sleep at night. Yeah, You really got me going You got me so I don't know what I'm doing Yeah, you really got me now You got me so I can't sleep at night. Yeah, You really got me going You got me so I don't know what I'm doing Yeah, you really got me now You got me so I can't sleep at night. You really got me, you really got me. Girl, don't even set me free I always want to be by your side Girl, you really got me now You got me so I can't sleep at night Yeah, you really got me now You got me so I don't know what I'm doing Yeah, you really got me now You got me so I don't know what I'm doing You really got me, you really got me. Yeah, You really got me going You got me so I don't know what I'm doing Yeah, you really got me now You got me so I can't sleep at night. Yeah, You really got me going You got me so I don't know what I'm doing Yeah, you really got me now You got me so I can't sleep at night. You really got me, you really got me. |
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from Mott The Hoople - Family Anthology (2005)
Forgot my six-string raiser - hit the sky
Half way to Memphis 'fore I realised Well I rang the information - my axe was cold They said she rides the train to Oreoles And the sun burns hot on the cold steel rails Now its a mighty long way down the dusty trail All the way from Memphis 'N I look like a bum 'n I crawl like a snail Well I got to Oreoles y'know - it took a month Now its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll And there was my guitar, electric junk. Some spade said "Rock'n'rollers, you're all the same. Man that's your instrument." I felt so ashamed. Through the Bradford Cities and the Oreoles 'N you look like a star but you're still on the dole All the way from Memphis Yeah it's a mighty long way down rock'n'roll From the Liverpool docks to the Hollywood Bowl 'N you climb up the mountains 'n you fall down the holes All the way from Memphis As your name gets hot so your heart grows cold 'N you gotta stay young man, you can never be old Yeah its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll All the way from Memphis Yeah its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll Through the Bradford Cities and the Oreoles 'N you look like a star but you're really out on parole! All the way from Memphis |
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Well, Billy rapped all night about his suicide,
how he'd kick it in the head when he was twenty-five, speed jive, don't want to stay alive when you're twenty-five. and Freddie's got spots from ripping off the stars from his face, And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks and Sparks funky little boat race. The television man is crazy saying we're juvenile deliquent wrecks, oh man, I need TV when I got T Rex oh brother you guessed All the young dudes (Hey dudes!), carry the news (Where are ya?), I'm a dude dad. boogaloo dudes (Stand up, come on!), All the young dudes (I want to hear you.), carry the news. carry the news (I want to see you.), boogaloo dudes (I want to talk to you - all of you.), carry the news. Now Lucy looks sweet cause he dresses like a queen but he can kick like a mule - it's a real mean team but we can love, oh yes - we can love. And my brother's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones, we never got it off on that revolution stuff, what a drag - too many snags. Now I've drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine, I've got to race some cat to bed, is that concrete all around, or is it in my head, yeah, All the young dudes (Hey dudes!), I'm a dude dad. carry the news (Where are ya?), All the young dudes (I want to hear ya.), boogaloo dudes (Stand up!), Carry the news carry the news (I want to see you.), boogaloo dudes (I want to relate to you.), carry the news. carry the news (Let's hear the news - come on!), All the young dudes (C'mon dudes!), boogaloo dudes (I want to kick you), carry the news. carry the news (I want you.), All the young dudes (Hey you there - you with the glasses!), carry the news (Are you all his friends?). boogaloo dudes (I want you in the front!), All the young dudes (Will you bring him down, 'cause I want him!), carry the news carry the news (There you go!). boogaloo dudes (I want him right here, bring him come on - bring him!), boogaloo dudes (How do you feel?), All the young dudes (I've wanted to do this for years!), carry the news (Sick!).carry the news (There you go!), |
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Baby took me out last night
Got a little cadillac bite. Shook me about - inside out Didn't get home 'till light. She's a grower, a goer - you gotta get to know her No chooser, a cruiser - you turn around she'll lose you Burned out as the light turned green Smoke-screened off her rail. He didn't see me comin' but he shoulda saw me runnin' Faster than the U.S. mail. She's a speeder, a leader You're really gotta meet her You see her, she thrills you, you look at her she'll kill you. Listen, fella, baby don't you sell her Don't you try and steal her away Hush, man logs in her dam Think you better fade away Detonator, jail-baiter - a radar radiator She'll annoy ya, destroy ya - she'll bring ya down in fire Create her, mistreat her - no use tryin' to beat her Admit it, she's greater, shame you weren't born later. |
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Everybody hazy shell-shocked and crazy
Screaming for the face at the window Jeans for the genies dresses for the dreamies Fighting for a place in the front row Oh oh oh good for your body it's good for your soul Oh oh let's go it's the golden age of rock and roll Well you get a little buzz send for the fuzz Guitars gettin' higher and higher The dude in the paint thinks he's gonna faint Stoke more coke on the fire Oh oh oh gotta stay young you can never grow old Oh oh the golden age of rock and roll The golden age of rock and roll will never die As long as the children feel the need to laugh and cry Don't wanna wreck, just recreation Don't wanna fight but if you turn us down We're gonna turn you 'round Don't mess with the sound The show's gotta move everybody groove There ain't no trouble on the streets now So if the going gets rough don't you blame us Oh oh oh gotta stay young you can never grow old Oh oh the golden age of rock and roll |
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Well how can I be like any guy
Why do they have to make me run What do they care about the clothes that I wear What do they get from making fun Well we got a lot of space And if you don't like my face It ain't me who's going anywhere Cause I don't care Let them laugh at me If that's so fair Well then I don't have to care To be free until they laugh at me And I'll cry for you And I'll pray for you And I'll do everything that the man upstairs said to do I'll do it all for you babe Yes well I'll do it all for you It's got to be sometime It's got to be somewhere I'm going to make that achievement Then maybe the next time That you don't wear a silk tie And I can walk by and say hi Say hi instead of why Instead of why babe Instead of why Instead of why babe Yeah! Instead of why babe Instead of why babe Instead of why babe Instead of why babe Why do you laugh at me Why do you laugh at me Why do you laugh at me Why do you laugh at me Yeah! Mott the Hoople (fade) |
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Momma's little jewel just out of school fresh from the nuns that made you Don't know why but I'm going to try to re-in-celibate you Momma's little jewel you got the rules but I'll be the one to educate you Take what's mine take a little time and don't bite the hand that makes you True when I hold you near well I'm Caught even when I'm on the road well I'm Wearing my scorpio faces when I Come in the midnight sun What you want I can't buy so why don't you try it my way What you look for ain't in the book but I'm going to show you someday Laugh in the evening when I Catch you with my [w...?] when I Wearing my scorpio faces when I Come in the midnight sun You won't rise you won't shine you won't even try boys You've got brains if you love changes you'll have to play with my toys Momma's little jewel such a little fool thinks she can learn all the answers She don't want to feel she just want to steal don't want to take any chances True when I hold you near well I'm Caught even when I'm on the road when I'm Wearing my scorpio faces when I Come in the midnight sun when I Laugh in the evening when I Catch you with my watering gun when I Wearing my scorpio faces when I Come in the midnight sun when I Come in the midnight sun when I Come in the midnight sun when I Come in the midnight sun when I Come in the midnight sun when I |
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Baby if you just say you still care
Follow you most anywhere Roll away the stone, roll away the stone. And, in the darkest night, Roll away the stone, roll away the stone I'll keep you safe and all right Won't you roll away the stone Don't you let it die Won't you roll away the stone Why be cold and so alone? No matter if fools say we can't win Roll away the stone, roll away the stone I know I'll fall in love again Baby in love and sweet romance So sing - we still got a chance Won't you roll away the stone Why be cold and so alone? Roll away the stone, roll away the stone Won't you roll away the stone Don't you let it lie There's a rockabilly party on Saturday night Are you gonna be there Gonna bring your records (Well I got my invite) Made it! (Ohh, will do) Won't you roll away the stone Why be cold and so alone? Won't you roll away the stone Don't you let it die Come on roll Come on roll, yeah Come on roll I want you to roll Come on rollCome on..... yeah |
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Oh angeline, i love you, your mouth is like a sting And when i close my eyes each night, i often hear you sing Imagination's hidden book, you wrote it on the wing And when i vowed to comfort you, well you swallowed everything Angeline, oh my angeline My sweet angeline - you have rendered me unseen I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen Well your body it is broken in so many different ways And when i stoop to find your head, well it disappeared in haze. Your blood flows like the finest juice - the kiss of burgundy And where it comes from no one knows, but where it's going i can't see Angeline, oh my angeline My sweet angeline - (y'know) you have rendered me unseen I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen Angeline, oh my angeline You little angeline - you have rendered me unseen I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen And your crystal-coloured cardboard bins - attack me from the paint And i think that i am getting lost among the swollen states Oh rescue me or bury me, for i care not what you do There is just one thing that i want to say am i really you Angeline, oh my angeline My sweet angeline - you have rendered me unseen I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen |
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A mountain train's coming down the track She ain't wasting time She's carrying me cause I'm going back Right to the Delaware line She knows well I ain't been anywhere Because I crawl back every time to her Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Troubles and tears I'll take it in years I left so many behind I may be a train rearranged Who knows what I'll find But everything's better in my life I know I can face any grades that I'm on Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain (alright) (hey hey hey) (oh) I'm walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain When she talks to me I know she sees Where I'm heading to She sits winks takes it all in Just admires the view And if I had a choice in life I'd take that mountain for my wife I'm walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Jumping Jack Flash it's a gas Jumping Jack Flash it's a gas Jumping Jack Flash it's a gas Jumping Jack Flash it's a gas Jumping Jack Flash it's a gas Jumping Jack Flash it's a gas |
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from Mott The Hoople - Backsliding Fearlessly: The Early Years (2005)
The willow in the wind is gently weeping
No city lights tonight for she is sleeping But in a little while she will awake and gently smile My angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning. Somewhere a siren sounds and she is turning She moves my arm around 'cause she is burning She has so much to give but so little time to live My angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning. As I look down the streets are slowly forming And the ladies of the night have start performing And the trash-collectors horn salutes the dawning And soon the workward bound will they wake up yawning And soft warm hands behind that give no warning Tell me, for just one hour have I been learning I have so much to say but so little time to stay With my angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning With my angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning |
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Leaving me girl and moving on down the road
You left me many burdens such a heavy load Well the crossroads all my life it has been And it sure does bring me out when I think about what went down And I'm so afraid but now I'm trying to see Well you can preached me like a lesson I just rode on through life till I took the time to concentrate on you You can bring me a lot of gold If you don't have a lot of soul But you just can't live in Texas I'm leaving here tonight for the very last time And where you're living now you'll find out and how that you never had a Yes I'm leaving you babe cause now I know that you ain't mine Well you can preached me like a lesson You can bring me a lot of gold If you don't have a lot of soul friend But you just can't live in Texas Well I'm leaving here tonight for the very last time Yes I'm leaving you girl cause now I know that you ain't mine Some day a change will come and you'll be there beside me one more time Yeah! One more time Yes you'll be there beside me And you'll be there beside me One more time One more time |
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I dreamt of being horses in shackles of gold
And the men that were young then are now terribly old The graveyard was creaking with too many bones While the bishop was praying his cassock was sold Three cheers for the innocent though he is perverse Three screams for the hangman as he cries for the hearse I weep for the rebels conventional ways For he loses his mind while the devious stay By the way If the world saluted you Well what would you do if you could be there Well would you still take me Would you take me anywhere If the world saluted you Well what would you say when things were down Would you still want me Would you want me around So come all ye faithful and slaughter your lambs Your minds have been whipped by experienced hands I wish we were children I'd welcome the change And the mind of an old man you can't rearrange Ain't it strange If the world saluted you Well what would you do if you could be there Would you still Would you still take me anywhere If the world saluted you What would you say when things were down Would you still want me Would you still want me around |
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How long 'fore you realise you swing How long 'fore you realise you sting From the good to the bad to the ugly change How long 'fore you start to rearrange How long how long 'fore you realise that all's strange How long will it take to turn you around How long will it take to bend you down It makes you believe in the [real] exchange How long will it take for me to rearrange How long how long 'fore you realise that all's strange Well i don't care what the people may say I don't give a - anyway I don't care what the people may say I don't care what the people may say I don't give a - anyway I don't care what the people may say How long 'fore you realise what you missed How long 'fore we we get out and may get pissed You get all the books from the corn exchange Really mad at this outrage How long how long 'fore you realise that all's strange I don't care what the people may say I don't give a - anyway I don't care what the people may say I don't care what the people may say I don't give a - anyway I don't care what the people may say How long How long How long How long Won't you tell me how long Won't you tell me how long Won't you tell me how long Won't you tell me how long How long will it take How long will it take How long will it take (yeah) How long will it take |
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(All right)
Whenever I think about the life I used to live by I wonder when I'm gonna get back It seems a long time since I moved into the city Gotta get away from all that I'm going home, yeah I'm going home I can see the fire glow reflected on the wall Feel the backdrop looking down the empty hall Knew that I was born to live with it all Well, I'm roaming around in no particular direction Just wearin' the shoes off my feet Lookin' for somewhere I'm never gonna find here (?) street I'm going home, yeah I'm going home I can feel the fire glow reflected on the wall Feel the backdrop looking down the empty hall Knew that I was born to live with it all. I'm going home, yeah I'm going home I can feel the fire glow reflected on the wall Feel the backdrop looking down the empty hall Knew that I was born to live with it all. Whoa, I'm coming home girl Whoa, I'm coming home girl Whoa, I'm coming home girl Whoa, I'm coming home girl Whoa, I'm coming home girl |
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Well how can I be like any guy
Why do they have to make me run What do they care about the clothes that I wear What do they get from making fun Well we got a lot of space And if you don't like my face It ain't me who's going anywhere Cause I don't care Let them laugh at me If that's so fair Well then I don't have to care To be free until they laugh at me And I'll cry for you And I'll pray for you And I'll do everything that the man upstairs said to do I'll do it all for you babe Yes well I'll do it all for you It's got to be sometime It's got to be somewhere I'm going to make that achievement Then maybe the next time That you don't wear a silk tie And I can walk by and say hi Say hi instead of why Instead of why babe Instead of why Instead of why babe Yeah! Instead of why babe Instead of why babe Instead of why babe Instead of why babe Why do you laugh at me Why do you laugh at me Why do you laugh at me Why do you laugh at me Yeah! Mott the Hoople (fade) |
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We were so close there was no room
We bled inside each other's wounds We all caught the same disease We all sang our songs of peace Lay down, lay down, let it all down Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown Lay down, lay down, let it all down Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown Oh raise the candles high 'cos if you don't we can't stand black against the light Oh raise them high again 'cos if you do we can stand dry against the rain Lay down, lay down, let it all down Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown Lay down, lay down, let it all down Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown We were so close there was no room We bled inside each other's wounds We all caught the same disease We all sang our songs of peace Some came to sing some came to pray Some came to keep the night away Oh raise the candles high 'cos if you don't we can't stand black against the light Oh raise them high again 'cos if you do we can stand dry against the rain Lay down, lay down, let it all down Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown Lay down, lay down, let it all down Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown Lay down, lay down, let it all down Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown Lay down, lay down, let it all down Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown |
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The light in the bar came on
The place was in a mess An hour before there'd been an awful scene Early on that day while matt was on the phone His long time friend took a fancy to his little christine Matt was in a state when I saw him later on Tried to cool him down but he was havin' none "I'm gonna fix him good", said matt in a chokey way Together we know the sound of a ready gun Well it must have been around eight When we both saw sam's hunched back Holdin' up a boarded bar room wall Matt soon altered that as he kicked sam to the floor Pretty soon the place was one big brawl Someone doused the lights Still the pumps blew Suddenly a voice caught in the night "whoever comes off best can only lose my hand Leavin' now you are welcome to your fight, you can have it". Well matt he cocked his gun Fired towards that voice "i'd rather know you're dead" was his reply Christine breathed her last The bar was like a tomb Not a sound, except to hear sam call The light in the bar was on The place is in a mess An hour before there'd been an awful scene Early on that day while matt was on the phone His long time friend took a fancy to his little christine. |
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His feet lay heavy on the road that led to Birmingham
Unseeing eyes, defeated cries, the mysteries of men. Many hears, the helpless tears that leave the troubled brow A man once tall, he fought them, but he is older now. For in your youth, you think the truth will always win the game Some men are Kings, some men are rooks, some men are pawns to blame But if your skin is coloured black, well the dice are hidden in The minds of fools who twist the rules, so you can never win Birmingham, Birmingham, underneath your face There's nothing but a space - you're hollow. Unlighted sky, begins to cry, the shabby coat is weak And homes with windows dressed in warmth, and mouths that never speak His mind is dead, the visions spread the past before his feet And thankfully he wears that dream that shields him from the street Goodnight my friend, this is the end, you'll never cry again You'll never have to smile away the bastards and the maimed Is it too late, or can you wait to take another's hand And walk together down that road that leads to Birmingham Birmingham, Birmingham, underneath your face There's nothing but a space - inside you. Birmingham, Birmingham, underneath your face There's |
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Listen woman you needn't look so stupid when I call your name out loud
Cause everybody thinks you're a sweet smelling girl with intelligence and you know how I wouldn't want anyone else to know About the way you really are You're just a rock and roll queen You know what I mean And I'm just a rock and roll star Listen woman you needn't go to bed with everybody that you meet Cause everybody thinks you're a sweet little girl with intelligence in your feet I wouldn't want anyone else to know About the way you really are You're just a rock and roll queen You know what I mean And I'm just a rock and roll star Alright! You're just a rock and roll queen You know what I mean And I'm just a rock and roll star (fade |
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from Mott The Hoople - Backsliding Fearlessly: The Early Years (2005)
All the changes they will take their time In the morning dust they'll begin to rise Halfway to a borderline Well i can see the end For the very first time Well i know i lost just a little bit on the journey When my mind's been split by little things that didn't fit on the way Oh i know i lost just a little bit on the journey 'cos i'm trying so hard to get going There's a man on a bridge called suicide And he hides his head while the coast is dark And the river drags and the water sways Oh his rags've seen better days And i guess he lost just a little bit on the journey For his mind was split by little things that didn't fit on the way (oh) yes i know he lost just a little bit on the journey For every gift he had to give For every life (yeah) he had to live Well they meant nothing without her to guide him on his way Well he told her he was a leader Of a well respected [load] But when he tried to leave her Well she looked right down her nose Many times he tried to make her believe in herself But she wouldn't listen to a word he said Well he followed her though the darkness All the chances i take He followed her though the wilderness Her mystery to break Many times he tried to make her believe in herself But she wouldn't listen to a word he said So for 40 days and for 40 nights Well they tied my [ways] they can see the light And the angel screamed in my nightmare ride And the changes left (yeah) but they will take their time And i guess i lost just a little bit on the journey Yes i know i lost just a little bit on the way I know i lost just a little bit on t |
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from Mott The Hoople - Backsliding Fearlessly: The Early Years (2005)
Well my brother he was a drinking man And i asked him for release He said this won't do you no good And sent for the police Well they busted me for nothing Cos they said i was insane So they let my body go But they locked away my brain Well i wandered freely as a bird that had broken both its wings And i hated them and they hated me and i hated everthing And i realise that to survive well my body is not mine And i feel neglected feel rejected Living in the wrong time And to those of you who always laugh Let this be your epitaph And my head is down and i'm called a clown by comedians that grace The living stage of every page of worthless meaningless space But i swear to you before we're though you're gonna feel our every blow We ain't bleeding you we're feeding you but you're too f*cking slow And to those of you who always laugh Let this be your epitaph |
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from Mott The Hoople - Backsliding Fearlessly: The Early Years (2005)
Will there come a time when sorrow's hard to find
And all those nursery rhymes will find a meaning There's got to be a change, thoughts to rearrange Does it seem so strange to try redeeming Only time will show if the unrelenting blow That's cast from down below does strike the ceiling Life must still go on whatever's right or wrong Realise what's gone and was never healing |
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from Mott The Hoople - Backsliding Fearlessly: The Early Years (2005)
A mountain train's coming down the track She ain't wasting time She's carrying me cause I'm going back Right to the Delaware line She knows well I ain't been anywhere Because I crawl back every time to her Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Troubles and tears I'll take it in years I left so many behind I may be a train rearranged Who knows what I'll find But everything's better in my life I know I can face any grades that I'm on Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain (alright) (hey hey hey) (oh) I'm walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain When she talks to me I know she sees Where I'm heading to She sits winks takes it all in Just admires the view And if I had a choice in life I'd take that mountain for my wife I'm walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Jumping Jack Flash it's a gas Jumping Jack Flash it's a gas Jumping Jack Flash it's a gas Jumping Jack Flash it's a gas Jumping Jack Flash it's a gas Jumping Jack Flash it's a gas |
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from Mott The Hoople - Backsliding Fearlessly: The Early Years (2005)
When my mind's gone
All I do is sit and think And the days go by I don't remember anything And yesterday becomes tomorrow And I can see the day after tomorrow I can even see next year When my mind's gone When my mind's gone And the time goes fast And the shadows fly away If this feeling lasts Then I won't have to find a thing to say What once was clean is now unclean What once was straight is now unstraight What once was free is now unfree What once was cold is now uncold What once was me is now not me When my mind's gone When both my minds gone When all of my mind's gone When my mind's gone So I'll take my secrets I'll take them with me to my grave And if I'm taking yours Then I will try to make it safe There ain't nothing going right There ain't even nothing going wrong that's right And day is day And night ain't night And night is day And day is night And spring is summer And autumn's winter When my mind's gone When my mind's gone When my mind's gone Everything's gone When my mind's gone When my mind's gone When my mind's gone When my mind's gone |
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from Mott The Hoople - A Tale Of Two Cities (2001)
Well, Billy rapped all night about his suicide,
how he'd kick it in the head when he was twenty-five, speed jive, don't want to stay alive when you're twenty-five. and Freddie's got spots from ripping off the stars from his face, And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks and Sparks funky little boat race. The television man is crazy saying we're juvenile deliquent wrecks, oh man, I need TV when I got T Rex oh brother you guessed All the young dudes (Hey dudes!), carry the news (Where are ya?), I'm a dude dad. boogaloo dudes (Stand up, come on!), All the young dudes (I want to hear you.), carry the news. carry the news (I want to see you.), boogaloo dudes (I want to talk to you - all of you.), carry the news. Now Lucy looks sweet cause he dresses like a queen but he can kick like a mule - it's a real mean team but we can love, oh yes - we can love. And my brother's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones, we never got it off on that revolution stuff, what a drag - too many snags. Now I've drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine, I've got to race some cat to bed, is that concrete all around, or is it in my head, yeah, All the young dudes (Hey dudes!), I'm a dude dad. carry the news (Where are ya?), All the young dudes (I want to hear ya.), boogaloo dudes (Stand up!), Carry the news carry the news (I want to see you.), boogaloo dudes (I want to relate to you.), carry the news. carry the news (Let's hear the news - come on!), All the young dudes (C'mon dudes!), boogaloo dudes (I want to kick you), carry the news. carry the news (I want you.), All the young dudes (Hey you there - you with the glasses!), carry the news (Are you all his friends?). boogaloo dudes (I want you in the front!), All the young dudes (Will you bring him down, 'cause I want him!), carry the news carry the news (There you go!). boogaloo dudes (I want him right here, bring him come on - bring him!), boogaloo dudes (How do you feel?), All the young dudes (I've wanted to do this for years!), carry the news (Sick!).carry the news (There you go!), |
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from Mott The Hoople - A Tale Of Two Cities (2001)
God ain't jive
'N one by one For I can see his love As it runs alive Oh, cross over shame like the wise dove Through fields of rusted wire The war has just begun Who cares not for fame just for shy love 'N rejoice for the king ain't lost his throne, oh no |
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from Mott The Hoople - A Tale Of Two Cities (2001)
Old man Tyler had a crash in his car down on the fortune highway
Doctor said it was his cruel sick heart didn't go to church on Sunday Oh your pace is going to knock you dead Out of the race you got time to spare Jerkin' Crocus is the cause of the cross y |
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from Mott The Hoople - A Tale Of Two Cities (2001)
You keep a knockin' but you can't come in
You keep a knockin' but you can't come in You keep a knockin' but you can't come in Come back tomorrow night try it again You say you love me but you can't come in You say you love me but you can't come in You say you love me but you can't come in Come back tomorrow night try it again You keep a knockin' but you can't come in You keep a knockin' but you can't come in You keep a knockin' but you can't come in Come back tomorrow night try it again Ah Yeah Oh You say you love me but you can't come in You say you love me but you can't come in You say you love me but you can't come in Come back tomorrow night try it again You keep a knockin' but you can't come in You keep a knockin' but you can't come in You keep a knockin' but you can't come in Come back tomorrow night try it again Come on Ohh ah Yeah Wah hey Listen Contrary to what various people say This is the best pos-, this is the best possible form of music there ever was Just this It's all a load of bullshit You can, can play a guitar, you can ??? It's got nothing to do with it, this is what it's ??? Well I got a woman mean as she can be I got a woman just as mean as she can be right Sometime I'm thinking come over here with me I said shake baby shake I said shake baby shake Come on Now shake baby shake I'm thinking there's a whole lot of shakin' goin' on This is a number called 'What Did I Say', by Jerry Lee Lewis And we'd like you to answer him, get into it you know-a |
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from Mott The Hoople - A Tale Of Two Cities (2001)
Well how can I be like any guy
Why do they have to make me run What do they care about the clothes that I wear What do they get from making fun Well we got a lot of space And if you don't like my face It ain't me who's going anywhere Cause I don't care Let them laugh at me If that's so fair Well then I don't have to care To be free until they laugh at me And I'll cry for you And I'll pray for you And I'll do everything that the man upstairs said to do I'll do it all for you babe Yes well I'll do it all for you It's got to be sometime It's got to be somewhere I'm going to make that achievement Then maybe the next time That you don't wear a silk tie And I can walk by and say hi Say hi instead of why Instead of why babe Instead of why Instead of why babe Yeah! Instead of why babe Instead of why babe Instead of why babe Instead of why babe Why do you laugh at me Why do you laugh at me Why do you laugh at me Why do you laugh at me Yeah! Mott the Hoople (fade) |
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from Mott The Hoople - A Tale Of Two Cities (2001)
Long Red, drifting through my mind
Dream here, dreamin' there Two pieces all the time Bright Red, yeah Wisdom's in my dreams Bits and pieces in my arms Ain't always what it seems Long Red, am I gonna find a way Bright Red, when you gonna name the day (all right) Long Red, yeah You have changed me too Stranger now it seems somehow My bread has turned to glue Bright Red, yeah Tears and shades of grey I found you I vouch Forever for today Long Red, am I gonna find a way Bright Red, when you gonna name the day Long Red, yeah Tears and shades of grey I found you I vouch Forever for today |
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from Mott The Hoople - A Tale Of Two Cities (2001)
Know that I grow my hair just to scare the teacher
My goodness gracious me ain't little Johnny a creature And I lost count of the times when I never bathed I'm one of the boys One of the boys I don't say much but I make a big noise And it's growing alright its growing I borrowed Gypsy's Gibson just to show them And now I'm a rock and roll star I don't want to know them If they want a stray they better go out a grow one I'm one of the boys One of the boys I'm only human so I ain't got much choice And I know it yeah I know it Alright! Hit it come on! I'm just one of the boys One of the boys I don't say much but I make a big noise And it's growing yeah its growing I'm one of the boys One of the boys I'm only human so I ain't got much choice And I know it yes I know it One of the boys I'm just one of the boys One of the boys I'm just one of the boys One of the boys I'm just one of the boys One of the boys I'm just one of the boys Lets go! Alright! Just just just just just (fade) |
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from Mott The Hoople - A Tale Of Two Cities (2001)
Know that I grow my hair just to scare the teacher
My goodness gracious me ain't little Johnny a creature And I lost count of the times when I never bathed I'm one of the boys One of the boys I don't say much but I make a big noise And it's growing alright its growing I borrowed Gypsy's Gibson just to show them And now I'm a rock and roll star I don't want to know them If they want a stray they better go out a grow one I'm one of the boys One of the boys I'm only human so I ain't got much choice And I know it yeah I know it Alright! Hit it come on! I'm just one of the boys One of the boys I don't say much but I make a big noise And it's growing yeah its growing I'm one of the boys One of the boys I'm only human so I ain't got much choice And I know it yes I know it One of the boys I'm just one of the boys One of the boys I'm just one of the boys One of the boys I'm just one of the boys One of the boys I'm just one of the boys Lets go! Alright! Just just just just just (fade) |
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from Mott The Hoople - A Tale Of Two Cities (2001)
Hi there your friendly neighbourhood sadist want to take you for a ride
Come on tell me 'bout the nights that I make you cry Two tiny purple hands crawling out across the floor All I could hear was a voice 'give me more more more' My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale She knows its right in her heart I never fail She's a sucker God help the woman who's late for work I get a green light flashing red Like a superstar [brass town?] queen who's crown I bled Now I just ran out of aspirin for an aching head So I guess I'll have to do it just one more time instead My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale She knows its right in her heart I never fail She's a sucker Good games play games no names well that's alright if you can stand the pain You can smoke my cigar all night through the link in your chain Stand up baby its time to go Well look what's here maybe if we do it slow My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale (fade) |
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from Mott The Hoople - A Tale Of Two Cities (2001)
Oh angeline, i love you, your mouth is like a sting And when i close my eyes each night, i often hear you sing Imagination's hidden book, you wrote it on the wing And when i vowed to comfort you, well you swallowed everything Angeline, oh my angeline My sweet angeline - you have rendered me unseen I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen Well your body it is broken in so many different ways And when i stoop to find your head, well it disappeared in haze. Your blood flows like the finest juice - the kiss of burgundy And where it comes from no one knows, but where it's going i can't see Angeline, oh my angeline My sweet angeline - (y'know) you have rendered me unseen I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen Angeline, oh my angeline You little angeline - you have rendered me unseen I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen And your crystal-coloured cardboard bins - attack me from the paint And i think that i am getting lost among the swollen states Oh rescue me or bury me, for i care not what you do There is just one thing that i want to say am i really you Angeline, oh my angeline My sweet angeline - you have rendered me unseen I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen |
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from Mott The Hoople - A Tale Of Two Cities (2001)
Standing on the corner
Suitcase in my hand Jack is in his corset and Jane is in her vest And me I'm in a rock and roll band Riding in a Stutz Bearcat Jim Those were different times And the poets studied rules of verse And all the ladies rolled there eyes Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Now Jack he is a banker And Jane she is a clerk And they're both saving up all their money And when they come home from work Sitting by the fire Radios a-play A little classical music for you kids To the march of the wooden soldiers and you can hear Jack say Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Some people like to go out dancing Other people they got to work And there's always some evil mothers I tell you life is just full of dirt And the women never really faint And the villains always blink their eyes And children are the only ones that blush And that life is just to die But anyone who had a heart He wouldn't want to turn around and break it And anyone who ever played a part He wouldn't want to turn around and hate it Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Oh my sweet Jane |
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from Mott The Hoople - A Tale Of Two Cities (2001)
Will there come a time when sorrow's hard to find
And all those nursery rhymes will find a meaning There's got to be a change, thoughts to rearrange Does it seem so strange to try redeeming Only time will show if the unrelenting blow That's cast from down below does strike the ceiling Life must still go on whatever's right or wrong Realise what's gone and was never healing |
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