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from The Jam - Compact Snap! (1984)
In the city there's a thousand things I want to say to you
But whenever I approach you, you make me look a fool I wanna say, I wanna tell you About the young ideas But you turn them into fears In the city there's a thousand faces all shining bright And those golden faces are under 25 They wanna say, they gonna tell ya About the young idea You better listen now you've said your bit-a And I know what you're thinking You're sick of that kind of crap But you'd better listen man Because the kids know where it's at In the city there's a thousand men in uniforms And I've heard they now have the right to kill a man We wanna say, we gonna tell ya About the young idea And if it don't work, at least we still tried In the city, in the city In the city there's a thousand things I want to say to you |
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from The Jam - Compact Snap! (1984)
Oi!
All over the country (We want a new direction) I said all over this land (We need a reaction) Well there should be a youth explosion (Inflate creation) But something we can command What's the point in saying destroy I want a new life for everywhere We want a direction (All over the country) I want a direction (All over this land) Because this is your last chance You can't dismiss what is gone before But there's foundations for us to explore I said - All around the world I've been looking for new - Youth explosion! A new direction - We want a reaction - Inflate creation - Looking for new! |
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from The Jam - Compact Snap! (1984)
This is a modern world
This is the modern world What kind of a fool do you think I am? You think I know nothing of the modern world All my life has been the same I've learned to live by hate and pain It's my inspiration drive I've learned more than you'll ever know Even at school I felt quite sure That one day I would be on top And I'd look down upon the map The teachers who said I'd be nothing This is the modern world that I've learnt about This is the modern world, we don't need no one To tell us what's right or wrong Say what you like 'cause I don't care I know where I am and going too It's somewhere I won't preview Don't have to explain myself to you I don't give two fucks about your review |
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from The Jam - Compact Snap! (1984)
Power, Pop!
Read about the things that happen throughout the world Don't believe in everything you see or hear The neighbours talk day in day out about the goings on They tell us what they want - they don't give an inch Look at the pictures taken by the cameras they cannot lie The truth is in what you see - not what you read Little men tapping things out - points of view Remember their views are not the gospel truth Don't believe it all Find out for yourself Check before you spread News of the world News of the world Never doubt Never ask Never moan Never search Never find Never know News of the world Each morning our key to the world comes through the door More than often its just a comic, not much more Don't take it too serious - not many do Read between the lines and you'll find the truth Read all about it, read all about it - news of the world |
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from The Jam - Compact Snap! (1984)
I am a dull and simple lad
Cannot tell water from champagne and I have never met the Queen And I wish I could have all he has got - I wish I could be like David Watts And when I lie on my pillow at night I dream I could fight like David Watts And lead the school team to victory Take my exams and pass the lot He is the head boy at the school He is the captain of the team He is so gay and fancy free And I wish I could have all he has got I wish I could be like David Watts And all the girls in the neighbourhood Try to go out with David Watts The try their best but can't succeed For he is of pure and noble breed |
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from The Jam - Compact Snap! (1984)
Where the streets are pave with blood,
with cataclysmic overtones Fear and hate linger in the air A strictly no-go deadly zone I don't know what I'm doing here 'cause it's not my scene at all There's an 'A' bomb in Wardour Street They've called in the Army, they've called in the police I'm stranded on the vortex floor My head's been kicked in and blood's started to pour Through the haze I can see my girl Fifteen geezers got her pinned to the door There's an 'A' bomb in Wardour Street, it's blown up the City Now it's spreading through the country Law and order takes a turn for the worst, In the shape of a size 10 boot Rape and murder throughout the land, and they tell me that you're still a free man Well if this is freedom I don't understand 'cause it seems like madness to me. 'A' bomb in Wardour Street. Hate Bomb, Hate Bomb, Hate Bomb, Hate Bomb! A Philistine nation, of degradation, And hate and war. There must be more. It's Doctor Martin's A P O C A L Y P S E Apocalypse! |
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from The Jam - Compact Snap! (1984)
The distant echo -
of faraway voices boarding faraway trains To take them home to the ones that they love and who love them forever The glazed, dirty steps - repeat my own and reflect my thoughts Cold and uninviting, partially naked Except for toffee wrapers and this morning's papers Mr. Jones got run down Headlines of death and sorrow - they tell of tomorrow Madmen on the rampage And I'm down in the tube station at midnight I fumble for change - and pull out the Queen Smiling, beguiling I put in the money and pull out a plum Behind me Whispers in the shadows - gruff blazing voices Hating, waiting "Hey boy" they shout "have you got any money?" And I said "I've a little money and a take away curry, I'm on my way home to my wife. She'll be lining up the cutlery, You know she's expecting me Polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork" And I'm down in the tube station at midnight I first felt a fist, and then a kick I could now smell their breath They smelt of pubs and Wormwood Scrubs And too many right wing meetings My life swam around me It took a look and drowned me in its own existence The smell of brown leather It blended in with the weather It filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth It blocked all my senses Couldn't see, hear, speak any longer And I'm down in the tube station at midnight I said I was down in the tube station at midnight The last thing that I saw As I lay there on the floor Was "Jesus Saves" painted by an atheist nutter And a British Rail poster read "Have an Awayday - a cheap holiday - Do it today!" I glanced back on my life And thought about my wife 'Cause they took the keys - and she'll think it's me And I'm down in the tube station at midnight The wine will be flat and the curry's gone cold I'm down in the tube station at midnight Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight |
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from The Jam - Compact Snap! (1984)
Found myself in a strange town
Though I've only been here for three weeks now I've got blisters on my feet Trying find a friend in Oxford Street I bought an A to Z guide book Trying to find the clubs and YMCAs But when you ask in a strange town They say don't know, don't care And I've got to go, mate They worry themselves about feeling low They worry themselves about the dreadful snow They all ignore me 'cause they don't know I'm really a spaceman from those UFOs You've got to move in a straight line You've got to walk and talk in four four time You can't be weird in a strange town You'll be betrayed by your accent and manners You've got to wear the right clothes Be careful not to pick or scratch your nose You can't be nice in a strange town 'Cause we don't know, don't care And we got to go, man Rush my money to the record shops I stop off in a back street Buy myself a snort We got our own manifesto Be kind to queers And I'm so glad the revolution's here It's nice and warm now! I've finished with clubs where the music's loud 'Cause I don't see a face in a single crowd There's no one there I look in the mirror But I can't be seen Just a thin, clean layer of Mister Sheen Looking back at me Oh, oh Found myself in a strange town Though I've only been here for three weeks now I've got blisters on my feet Trying find a friend in Oxford Street I bought an A to Z guide book Trying to find the clubs and YMCAs They say don't know, don't care And I've got to go, mate They worry themselves about feeling low They worry themselves about the dreadful snow They all ignore me 'cause they don't know I'm really a spaceman from those UFOs Strange town Break it up Burn it down, shake it up Break it up |
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from The Jam - Compact Snap! (1984)
Life is timeless, days are long when you're young
You used to fall in love with everyone Any guitar and any bass drum Life is a drink and you get drunk when you're young Life is new and there's things to be done You can't wait to be grown up Acceptance into the capital world You pull on some weed, then you pull on someone when you're young But you find out life isn't like that It's so hard to comprehend Why you set up your dreams to have them smashed in the end But you don't mind you've got time on your side And they're never gonna make you stand in line You're just waiting for the right time You're fearless and brave - you can't be stopped when you're young You swear you're never ever gonna work for someone No corporations for the new age sons Tears of rage roll down your face But still you say "it's fun" And you find out life isn't like that It's so hard to understand Why the world is your oyster but your future's a clam It's got you in its grip before you're born It's done with the use of a dice and a board They let you think you're king but you're really a pawn You're fearless and brave - you can't be stopped when you're young You used to fall in love with everyone Any guitar and any bass drum |
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from The Jam - Compact Snap! (1984)
Here we go again, it's Monday at last,
He's heading for the Waterloo line, To catch the 8 a.m. fast, its usually dead on time, Hope it isn't late, got to be there by nine. Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie, Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times 'Good Morning Smithers-Jones' 'How's the wife and home?' 'Did you get the car you've been looking for?' Let me get inside you, let me take control of you, We could have some good times, All this worry will get you down, I'll give you a new meaning to life - I don't think so. Sitting on the train, you're nearly there You're part of the production line, You're the same as him, you're like tin-sardines, Get out of the pack, before they peel you back. Arrive at the office, spot on time, The clock on the wall hasn't yet struck nine, 'Good Morning Smithers Jones' 'The boss wants to see you alone' 'I hope its the promotion you've been looking for' Let me get inside you, let me take control of you, We could have some good times, All this worry will get you down, I'll give you a new meaning to life - I don't think so. 'Come in Smithers old boy' 'Take a seat, take the weight off your feet' 'I've some news to tell you' 'There's no longer a position for you' - 'Sorry Smithers Jones'. Put on the kettle and make some tea It's all a part of feeling groovie Put on your slippers turn on the TV It's all a part of feeling groovie It's time to relax, now you've worked your arse off But the only one smilin' is the sun tanned boss Work and work and work and work till you die There's plenty more fish in the sea to fry |
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from The Jam - Compact Snap! (1984)
Sup up your beer and collect your fags -
There's a row going on down near Slough Get out your mat and pray to the West I'll get out mine and pray for myself Thought you were smart when you took them on, But you didn't take a peep in their artillery room All that rugby puts hairs on your chest What chance have you got against a tie and a crest? Hello-Hurray - what a nice day for the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles Hello-Hurray - I hope rain stops play for the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles Thought you were clever when you lit the fuse, Tore down the house of commons in your brand new shoes, Composed a revolutionary symphony, Then went to bed with a charming young thing Hello-Hurray - cheers then, mate. It's the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles Hello-Hurray - an extremist scrape with the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles What a catalyst you turned out to be: Loaded the guns, then you run off home for your tea - Left me standing like a guilty schoolboy... What a catalyst you turned out to be: Loaded the guns, then you run off home for your tea - Left me standing like a naughty schoolboy... We came out of it naturally the worst: Beaten and bloody, and I was sick down my shirt. We were no match for their untamed wit, Though some of the lads said they'd be back next week. Hello-Hurray - it's the price to pay to the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles Hello-Hurray - I'd prefer the plague to the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles Hello-Hurray - it's the price to pay to the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles Hello-Hurray - I'd prefer the plague to the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles! Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles! |
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from The Jam - Compact Snap! (1984)
Some people might say my life is in a rut
But I'm quite happy with what I've got People might say that I should strive for more But I'm so happy I can't see the point Something's happening here today A show of strength with your boy's brigade And I'm so happy and you're so kind You want more money - of course I don't mind To buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes And the public gets what the public wants But I want nothing this society's got I'm going underground (going underground) Well, let the brass bands play and feet start to pound Going underground (going underground) Well, let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout for tomorrow Some people might get some pleasure out of hate Me, I've enough already on my plate People might need some tension to relax Me, I'm too busy dodging between the flak What you see is what you get You've made your bed, you'd better lie in it You choose your leaders and place your trust As their lies wash you down and their promises rust You'll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns And the public wants what the public gets But I don't get what this society wants I'm going underground (going underground) Well, let the brass bands play and feet start to pound Going underground (going underground) So let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout for tomorrow La la la la... We talk and we talk until my head explodes I turn on the news and my body froze These braying sheep on my TV screen Make this boy shout, make this boy scream! Going underground, I'm going underground! La la la la... These braying sheep on my TV screen Make this boy shout, make this boy scream! I'm going underground (going underground) Well, let the brass bands play and feet start to pound Going underground (going underground) Well, let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout, Going underground (going underground) Well, let the brass bands play and feet go pow, pow, pow Going underground (going underground) So let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout for tomorrow |
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from The Jam - Compact Snap! (1984)
I sat alone with the dreams of children
Weeping willows and tall dark building, I've caught a fashion from the dreams of children But woke up sweating from this modern nightmare, and I was alone, no one was there I caught a glimpse from the dreams of children I got a feeling of optimism But woke up to a grey and lonely picture The streets below left me feeling dirty, and I was alone, no one was there I was alone, no one was there Something's gonna crack on your dreams tonight... You will crack on your dreams tonight I fell in love with the dreams of children I saw a vision of all the happy days I've caught a fashion from the dreams of children But woke up sweating from this modern nightmare, and I was alone, no one was there I was alone, no one was there Something's gonna crack on your dreams tonight... You will crack on your dreams tonight You will choke on your dreams tonight |
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from The Jam - Compact Snap! (1984)
A police car and a screamin' siren
Pneumatic drill and ripped-up concrete A baby wailing, a stray dog howling The screech of brakes and lamplight blinking That's entertainment That's entertainment A smash of glass and the rumble of boots An electric train and a ripped-up phone booth Paint-splattered walls and the cry of a tomcat Lights going out and a kick in the balls I say that's entertainment That's entertainment La la la la la, ah La la la la la, ah Days of speed and slow-time Mondays Pissing down with rain on a boring Wednesday Watching the news and not eating your tea A freezing cold flat with damp on the walls I say that's entertainment That's entertainment La la la la la La la la la la Waking up at 6 A.M. on a cool warm morning Opening the windows and breathing in petrol An amateur band rehearsing in a nearby yard Watching the telly and thinking 'bout your holidays That's entertainment That's entertainment La la la la la, ah La la la la la, ah La la la la la, ah La la la la la Waking up from bad dreams and smoking cigarettes Cuddling a warm girl and smelling stale perfume A hot summer's day and sticky black tarmac Feeding ducks in the park and wishing you were far away That's entertainment That's entertainment Two lovers kissing masks a scream of midnight Two lovers missing the tranquility of solitude Getting a cab and travelling on buses Reading the grafitti about slashed-seat affairs I say that's entertainment That's entertainment La la la la la, ah La la la la la, ah La la la la la, ah La la la la la La la la la la, ah La la la la la, ah La la la la la, ah La la la la la La la la la la, ah La la la la la, ah La la la la la, ah |
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from The Jam - Compact Snap! (1984)
It's not important for you to know my name
Nor I to know yours If we communicate for two minutes only It will be enough For knowing that someone in this world Feels as desperate as me And what you give is what you get It doesn't matter if we never meet again What we have said will always remain If we get through for two minutes only It will be a start! For knowing that someone in this life Loves with a passion called hate And what you give is what you get If I never ever see you If I never ever see you If I never ever see you - again And what you give is what you get! |
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from The Jam - Compact Snap! (1984)
Down in amongst the streets tonight
Books will burn, people laugh and cry in their turmoil (turmoil turns rejoiceful) Shed your fears and lose your guilt Tonight we burn responsibility in the fire We'll watch the flames grow higher! But if you get too burnt, you can't come back home And as I was standing by the edge I could see the faces of those led pissing theirselves laughing (and the flames grew) Their mad eyes buldged their flushed faces said The weak get crushed as the strong grow stronger We feast on flesh and drink on blood Live by fear and dispise love in a crises (what with today's high prices) Bring some paper and bring some wood Bring what's left of all your love for the fire We'll watch the flames grow higher! But if you get too burnt - you can't come back home And as I was standing by the edge I could see the faces of those led pissing theirselves laughing (and the flames grew) Their mad eyes buldged their flushed faces said The weak get crushed as the strong grow stronger In the funeral pyre We'll watch the flames grow higher But if you get too burnt - you can't come back home (well I feel so old, when I feel so young well I just can't grow up to meet the demands) |
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from The Jam - Compact Snap! (1984)
In echoed steps I walked across an empty dream
I looked across this world, there was no one to be seen This empty feeling turned and quietly walked away I saw no warmth in life - no love was in my eyes I stared a century thinking this will never change As I hesitated, time rushed onwards without me Too scared to break the spell too small to take a fall But the Absolute luck is - love is in our hearts! I lost some hours thinking of it I need the strength to go and get what I want I lost a lifetime thinking of it an' lost an era daydreaming like I do I stared a century thinking this will never change As I hesitated, time rushed onwards without me Too scared to break the spell too small to take a fall But the Absolute luck is - love is in our hearts! In echoed steps you walk across an empty dream But look around this world, there's millions to be seen Come see the tyrants panic see their crumbling empires fall Then tell 'em we don't fight for fools - 'cos love is in our hearts! I lost some hours thinking of it I need the strength to go and get what I want I lost a lifetime thinking of it an' lost an era daydreaming like I do You can lose some hours thinking of it You need the strength to go and get what you want You can lose a lifetime thinking of it And lose an era daydreaming like I do oooooooo |
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from The Jam - Compact Snap! (1984)
Better stop dreaming of the quiet life
'Cos it's the one we'll never know And quit running for that runaway bus 'Cos those rosey days are few And...stop apologising for the things you've never done 'Cos time is short and life is cruel But it's up to us to change This town called Malice Rows and rows of disused milk floats Stand dying in the dairy yard And a hundred lonely housewives Clutch empty milk bottles to their hearts Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry It's enough to make you stop believing When tears come fast and furious In a town called Malice Struggle after struggle, year after year The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice I'm almost stone cold dead In a town called Malice A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef Gets dashed against the co-op To either cut down on beer or the kids' new gear It's a big decision in a town called Malice The ghost of a steam train echoes down my track It's at the moment bound for nowhere Just going 'round and 'round Playground kids and creaking swings Lost laughter in the breeze I could go on for hours and I probably will But I'd sooner put some joy back In this town called Malice |
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from The Jam - Compact Snap! (1984)
Your precious love - that means so much
will it ever stop or will I just lose touch What I want to say - but my words just fail Is that I need it so I can't help myself Like a hungry child - I just help myself And when I'm all full up - I go out to play But I don't mean to bleed you dry Or take you over for the rest of your life It's just that I need something solid in mine Lonely as the moors on a winter's morning Quiet as the sea on a good calm night In your tranquil shadow - I try and follow I hear your distant show clicks To the midnight beat - I feel trapped in sorrow In this imagery But that's how I am and why I need you so |
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from The Jam - Compact Snap! (1984)
In your white lace and your wedding bells
You look the picture of contented new wealth But from the on-looking fool who believed your lies I wish this grave would open up and swallow me alive For the bitterest pill is hard to swallow The love I gave hangs in sad coloured, mocking shadows When the wheel of fortune broke, you fell to me Out of grey skies to change my misery The vacant spot, your beating heart took its place But now I watch smoke leave my lips and fill an empty room For the bitterest pill is hard to swallow The love I gave hangs in sad coloured, mocking shadows The bitterest pill is mine to take If I took if for a hundred years, I couldn't feel anymore ill Now autumn's breeze blows summer's leaves through my life Twisted and broken dawn, no days with sunlight The dying spark, you left your mark on me The promise of your kiss, but with someone else For the bitterest pill is mine to swallow The love I gave hangs in sad coloured, mocking shadows The bitterest pill is mine to take If I took if for a hundred years, I couldn't feel anymore ill! |
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from The Jam - Compact Snap! (1984)
Beat surrender -
Come on boy, come on girl Succumb to the beat surrender All the things that I care about (are packed into one punch) All the things that I'm not sure about (are sorted out at once) And as it was in the beginning, so shall it be in the end That bullshit is bullshit, it just goes by different names All the things that I shout about (but never act upon) All the courage and the dreams that I have (but seem to wait so long) My doubt is cast aside, watch phonies run to hide The dignified don't even enter in the game And if you feel there's no passion No quality sensation Seize the young determination Show the fakers you ain't foolin' You'll see me come runnin' To the sound of your strummin' Fill my heart with joy and gladness I've lived too long in shadows of sadness |
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from The Jam - The Jam Story (2006)
In the city there's a thousand things I want to say to you
But whenever I approach you, you make me look a fool I wanna say, I wanna tell you About the young ideas But you turn them into fears In the city there's a thousand faces all shining bright And those golden faces are under 25 They wanna say, they gonna tell ya About the young idea You better listen now you've said your bit-a And I know what you're thinking You're sick of that kind of crap But you'd better listen man Because the kids know where it's at In the city there's a thousand men in uniforms And I've heard they now have the right to kill a man We wanna say, we gonna tell ya About the young idea And if it don't work, at least we still tried In the city, in the city In the city there's a thousand things I want to say to you |
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from The Jam - The Jam Story (2006)
Things are getting just too cozy for me
And I see people as they see me Gonna break away and gain control You free your mind You free your soul I was the type who knocked at old men (history's easy) Who together at tables sit and drink beer (somewhere is really) Then I saw that I was really the same So this link's breaking away from the chain Away from the numbers Away from the numbers Is where I'm gonna be Away from the numbers Away from the numbers Is where I am free I was sick and tired of my little niche Well gonna break away and find where life is And all those fools I thought were my friends (coaching is easy) They now stare at me and don't see a thing (reality's so hard) Till their life is over and they start to moan How they never had the chance to make good Away from the numbers Away from the numbers Is where I'm gonna be Away from the numbers (away from the numbers) Away from the numbers Is where I am free Is where I am free Is where I'm gonna be Is reality Reality's so hard, reality's so hard... |
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from The Jam - The Jam Story (2006)
Knew the time to leave had come when you pointed out your ring
Never could see what was in this matrimony thing Baby, baby, baby you sure made a noise when I left And your father started shouting lest you ironed my shirts 'fore I left Would've liked to explain first but it was a split decision thing Couldn't see me settling down with a mortgage and a kid Now I hear you've been looking for me Combing every single inch You'll probably find me in Hyde Park Try the hotel first then a bench Baby, baby, baby I've changed my address I didn't mean to make you cry but I know it's for the best Baby, baby, baby I've changed my address It's OK being in love girl, but then fun is second best No one's gonna tie me down Nobody tell me what to do Don't you see I've got to be free Sorry baby that's the way it is - get with me I said maybe! I didn't mean to break your heart and I know it's not your choice Better think of it this way, there's other fools to entice That's right! Baby, baby, baby I've changed my address I didn't mean to make you cry but I know it's for the best Baby, baby, baby I've changed my address It's OK being in love girl, but then fun is second best Baby, baby, baby I've changed my address I didn't mean to make you cry but I'm sure it's for the best Baby, baby, baby I've changed my address It's OK being in love girl, but then fun is second best |
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from The Jam - The Jam Story (2006)
Oi!
All over the country (We want a new direction) I said all over this land (We need a reaction) Well there should be a youth explosion (Inflate creation) But something we can command What's the point in saying destroy I want a new life for everywhere We want a direction (All over the country) I want a direction (All over this land) Because this is your last chance You can't dismiss what is gone before But there's foundations for us to explore I said - All around the world I've been looking for new - Youth explosion! A new direction - We want a reaction - Inflate creation - Looking for new! |
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from The Jam - The Jam Story (2006)
This is a modern world
This is the modern world What kind of a fool do you think I am? You think I know nothing of the modern world All my life has been the same I've learned to live by hate and pain It's my inspiration drive I've learned more than you'll ever know Even at school I felt quite sure That one day I would be on top And I'd look down upon the map The teachers who said I'd be nothing This is the modern world that I've learnt about This is the modern world, we don't need no one To tell us what's right or wrong Say what you like 'cause I don't care I know where I am and going too It's somewhere I won't preview Don't have to explain myself to you I don't give two fucks about your review |
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from The Jam - The Jam Story (2006)
I am a dull and simple lad
Cannot tell water from champagne and I have never met the Queen And I wish I could have all he has got - I wish I could be like David Watts And when I lie on my pillow at night I dream I could fight like David Watts And lead the school team to victory Take my exams and pass the lot He is the head boy at the school He is the captain of the team He is so gay and fancy free And I wish I could have all he has got I wish I could be like David Watts And all the girls in the neighbourhood Try to go out with David Watts The try their best but can't succeed For he is of pure and noble breed |
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from The Jam - The Jam Story (2006)
The distant echo -
of faraway voices boarding faraway trains To take them home to the ones that they love and who love them forever The glazed, dirty steps - repeat my own and reflect my thoughts Cold and uninviting, partially naked Except for toffee wrapers and this morning's papers Mr. Jones got run down Headlines of death and sorrow - they tell of tomorrow Madmen on the rampage And I'm down in the tube station at midnight I fumble for change - and pull out the Queen Smiling, beguiling I put in the money and pull out a plum Behind me Whispers in the shadows - gruff blazing voices Hating, waiting "Hey boy" they shout "have you got any money?" And I said "I've a little money and a take away curry, I'm on my way home to my wife. She'll be lining up the cutlery, You know she's expecting me Polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork" And I'm down in the tube station at midnight I first felt a fist, and then a kick I could now smell their breath They smelt of pubs and Wormwood Scrubs And too many right wing meetings My life swam around me It took a look and drowned me in its own existence The smell of brown leather It blended in with the weather It filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth It blocked all my senses Couldn't see, hear, speak any longer And I'm down in the tube station at midnight I said I was down in the tube station at midnight The last thing that I saw As I lay there on the floor Was "Jesus Saves" painted by an atheist nutter And a British Rail poster read "Have an Awayday - a cheap holiday - Do it today!" I glanced back on my life And thought about my wife 'Cause they took the keys - and she'll think it's me And I'm down in the tube station at midnight The wine will be flat and the curry's gone cold I'm down in the tube station at midnight Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight |
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from The Jam - The Jam Story (2006)
To be someone must be a wonderful thing
A famous footballer a rock singer Or a big film star, yes I think I would like that To be rich and have lots of fans Have lots of girls to prove that I'm a man And be No. 1 - and liked by everyone Getting drugged up with my trendy friends They really dig me and I dig them And the bread I spend - is like my fame - it's Quickly diminished And there's no more swimming in a guitar shaped Pool No more reporters at my beck and call No more cocaine it's only ground chalk No more taxis now we'll have to walk But didn't we have a nice time - Didn't we have a nice time Oh wasn't it such a fine time I realize I should have stuck to my guns Instead shit out to be one of the bastard sons And lose myself - I know it was wrong - but it's Cost me a lot And there's no more drinking after the club shuts down, I'm out on me arse with the rest of the clowns It's really frightening without a bodyguard So I stay confined to my lonely room |
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from The Jam - The Jam Story (2006)
No matter where I roam
I will return to my English rose For no bonds can ever tempt me from she I've sailed the seven seas, Flown the whole blue sky. But I've returned with haste to where my Love does lie. No matter where I go I will come back to my English Rose For nothing can ever tempt me from she. I've searched the secret mists - I've climbed the highest peaks Caught the wild wind home To hear her soft voice speak No matter where I roam I will return to my English Rose For no bonds can ever keep me from she. I've been to ancient worlds I've scoured the whole universe And caught the first train home To be at her side. No matter where I roam I will return to my English Rose For no bonds, nothing and no-one can ever keep me from she |
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from The Jam - The Jam Story (2006)
When I'm in the crowd, I don't see anything
My mind goes a blank, in the humid sunshine when I'm in the crowd I don't see anything I fall into a trance, at the supermarket the noise flows me along, as I catch falling cans of baked beans on toast, technology is the most. and everyone seems just like me, they struggle hard to set themselves free and they're waiting for the change When I'm in the crowd, I can't remember my name and my only link is a pint of Wall's ice cream when I'm in the crowd - I don't see anything Sometimes I think that it's a plot, an equilibrium melting pot The government sponsors underhand When I'm in the crowd When I'm in the crowd When I'm in the crowd And everyone seems that they're acting a dream 'cause they're just not thinking about each other and they're taking orders, which are media spawned and they should know better, now you have been warned and don't forget you saw it here first When I'm in the crowd When I'm in the crowd When I'm in the crowd And life just simply moves along in simple houses, simple jobs and no one's wanting for the change When I'm in the crowd When I'm in the crowd When I'm in the crowd |
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from The Jam - The Jam Story (2006)
Found myself in a strange town
Though I've only been here for three weeks now I've got blisters on my feet Trying find a friend in Oxford Street I bought an A to Z guide book Trying to find the clubs and YMCAs But when you ask in a strange town They say don't know, don't care And I've got to go, mate They worry themselves about feeling low They worry themselves about the dreadful snow They all ignore me 'cause they don't know I'm really a spaceman from those UFOs You've got to move in a straight line You've got to walk and talk in four four time You can't be weird in a strange town You'll be betrayed by your accent and manners You've got to wear the right clothes Be careful not to pick or scratch your nose You can't be nice in a strange town 'Cause we don't know, don't care And we got to go, man Rush my money to the record shops I stop off in a back street Buy myself a snort We got our own manifesto Be kind to queers And I'm so glad the revolution's here It's nice and warm now! I've finished with clubs where the music's loud 'Cause I don't see a face in a single crowd There's no one there I look in the mirror But I can't be seen Just a thin, clean layer of Mister Sheen Looking back at me Oh, oh Found myself in a strange town Though I've only been here for three weeks now I've got blisters on my feet Trying find a friend in Oxford Street I bought an A to Z guide book Trying to find the clubs and YMCAs They say don't know, don't care And I've got to go, mate They worry themselves about feeling low They worry themselves about the dreadful snow They all ignore me 'cause they don't know I'm really a spaceman from those UFOs Strange town Break it up Burn it down, shake it up Break it up |
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from The Jam - The Jam Story (2006)
So you finally got what you wanted
You've achieved your aim by making the walking lame And when you just can't get any higher You use your senses to suss out this week's climber And the small fame that you've acquired Has brought you into cult status But to me you're still a collector There's tarts and whores but you're much more You're a different kind 'cause you want their minds And you just don't care 'cause you've got no pride It's just a face on your pillowcase That thrills you And you started looking much older And your fashion sense is second rate like your perfume But to you in your little dream world You're still the queen of the butterfly collectors As you carry on 'cause it's all you know You can't light a fire You can't cook or sew You get from day to day by filling your head But surely you must know the appeal between your legs Has worn off And I don't care about morals 'Cause the world's insane and we're all to blame anyway And I don't feel any sorrow Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors There's tarts and whores but you're much more You're a different kind 'cause you want their minds And you just don't care 'cause you've got no pride It's just a face on your pillowcase That thrills you As you carry on 'cause it's all you know You can't light a fire You can't cook or sew You get from day to day by filling your head But surely you must know the appeal between your legs Has worn off And I don't feel any sorrow Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors |
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from The Jam - The Jam Story (2006)
Life is timeless, days are long when you're young
You used to fall in love with everyone Any guitar and any bass drum Life is a drink and you get drunk when you're young Life is new and there's things to be done You can't wait to be grown up Acceptance into the capital world You pull on some weed, then you pull on someone when you're young But you find out life isn't like that It's so hard to comprehend Why you set up your dreams to have them smashed in the end But you don't mind you've got time on your side And they're never gonna make you stand in line You're just waiting for the right time You're fearless and brave - you can't be stopped when you're young You swear you're never ever gonna work for someone No corporations for the new age sons Tears of rage roll down your face But still you say "it's fun" And you find out life isn't like that It's so hard to understand Why the world is your oyster but your future's a clam It's got you in its grip before you're born It's done with the use of a dice and a board They let you think you're king but you're really a pawn You're fearless and brave - you can't be stopped when you're young You used to fall in love with everyone Any guitar and any bass drum |
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from The Jam - The Jam Story (2006)
Sup up your beer and collect your fags -
There's a row going on down near Slough Get out your mat and pray to the West I'll get out mine and pray for myself Thought you were smart when you took them on, But you didn't take a peep in their artillery room All that rugby puts hairs on your chest What chance have you got against a tie and a crest? Hello-Hurray - what a nice day for the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles Hello-Hurray - I hope rain stops play for the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles Thought you were clever when you lit the fuse, Tore down the house of commons in your brand new shoes, Composed a revolutionary symphony, Then went to bed with a charming young thing Hello-Hurray - cheers then, mate. It's the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles Hello-Hurray - an extremist scrape with the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles What a catalyst you turned out to be: Loaded the guns, then you run off home for your tea - Left me standing like a guilty schoolboy... What a catalyst you turned out to be: Loaded the guns, then you run off home for your tea - Left me standing like a naughty schoolboy... We came out of it naturally the worst: Beaten and bloody, and I was sick down my shirt. We were no match for their untamed wit, Though some of the lads said they'd be back next week. Hello-Hurray - it's the price to pay to the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles Hello-Hurray - I'd prefer the plague to the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles Hello-Hurray - it's the price to pay to the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles Hello-Hurray - I'd prefer the plague to the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles! Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles! |
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from The Jam - The Jam Story (2006)
Times were so tough, but not as tough as they are now
We were so close and nothing came between us and the world No personal situations Thick as thieves us, we'd stick together for all time And we meant it but it turns out just for a while We stole the friendship that bound us together We stole from the schools and their libraries We stole from the drugs that sent us to sleep We stole from the drink that made us sick We stole anything that we couldn't keep And it was enough, we didn't have to spoil anything And always be as thick as thieves Like a perfect stranger, you came into my life Then like the perfect lone ranger You rode away, rode away, rode away, rode away We stole the love from young girls in ivory towers We stole autumn leaves and summer showers We stole the silent wind that says you are free We stole everything that we could see But it wasn't enough - and now we've gone and spoiled everything Now we're no longer as thick as thieves You came into my life Then like a perfect stranger You walked away, walked away, walked away, walked away Thick as thieves us, we'd stick together for all time And we meant it but it turns out just for a while We stole the friendship that bound us together We stole the burning sun in the open sky We stole the twinkling stars in the black night We stole the green belt fields that made us believe We stole everything that we could see But something came along that changed our minds I don't know what and I don't know why But we seemed to grow up in a flash of time While we watched our ideals helplessly unwind No, we're no longer as thick as thieves - no We're not as thick as we used to be, no We're no longer as thick as thieves, no We're not as thick as we used to be No it wasn't enough And we've gone and spoiled everything Now we're no longer as thick as thieves |
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from The Jam - The Jam Story (2006)
Closer than close - you see yourself -
A mirrored image - of what you wanted to be. As each day goes by - a little more - You can't remember - what it was you wanted anyway. The fingers feel the lines - they prod the space - Your ageing face - the face that once was so beautiful, is still there but unrecognizable - Private Hell. The man who you once loved - is bald and fat - And seldom in - working late as usual. Your interest has waned - you feel the strain - The bed springs snap - on the occasions he lies upon you - close your eyes and think of nothing but - Private Hell. Think of Emma - wonder what she's doing - Her husband Terry - and your grandchildren. Think of Edward - who's still at college - You send him letters - which he doesn't acknowledge. 'Cause he don't care, They don't care. 'Cause they're all going through their own - Private Hell. The morning slips away - in a valium haze, And catalogues - and numerous cups of coffee. In the afternoon - the weekly food, Is put in bags - as you float off down the high street The shop windows reflect - play a nameless host, To a closet ghost - a picture of your fantasy - A victim of your misery - and Private Hell Alone at 6 o'clock - you drop a cup - You see it smash - inside you crack - You can't go on - but you sweep it up - Safe at last inside your Private Hell. Sanity at last inside your Private Hell. |
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from The Jam - The Jam Story (2006)
Saturday's boys live life with insults,
Drink lots of beer and wait for half time results, Afternoon tea in the light-a-bite - chat up the girls - they dig it! Saturday's girls work in Tesco's and Woolworths, Wear cheap perfume 'cause its all they can afford, Go to discos they drink Babycham talk to Jan - in bingo accents. Saturdays kids play one arm bandits, they never win but that's not the point is it, Dip in silver paper when their pints go flat, How about that - far out! Their mums and dads smoke Capstan non filters, Wallpaper lives 'cause they all die of cancer, What goes on - what goes wrong. Save up their money for a holiday, To Selsey Bill or Bracklesham Bay, Think about the future - when they'll settle down, Marry the girl next door - with one on the way. These are the real creatures that time has forgot, Not given a thought - its the system - Hate the system - what's the system? Saturdays kids live in council houses, Wear v-necked shirts and baggy trousers, Drive Cortinas fur trimmed dash boards, Stains on the seats - in the back of course! |
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from The Jam - The Jam Story (2006)
Some people might say my life is in a rut
But I'm quite happy with what I've got People might say that I should strive for more But I'm so happy I can't see the point Something's happening here today A show of strength with your boy's brigade And I'm so happy and you're so kind You want more money - of course I don't mind To buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes And the public gets what the public wants But I want nothing this society's got I'm going underground (going underground) Well, let the brass bands play and feet start to pound Going underground (going underground) Well, let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout for tomorrow Some people might get some pleasure out of hate Me, I've enough already on my plate People might need some tension to relax Me, I'm too busy dodging between the flak What you see is what you get You've made your bed, you'd better lie in it You choose your leaders and place your trust As their lies wash you down and their promises rust You'll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns And the public wants what the public gets But I don't get what this society wants I'm going underground (going underground) Well, let the brass bands play and feet start to pound Going underground (going underground) So let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout for tomorrow La la la la... We talk and we talk until my head explodes I turn on the news and my body froze These braying sheep on my TV screen Make this boy shout, make this boy scream! Going underground, I'm going underground! La la la la... These braying sheep on my TV screen Make this boy shout, make this boy scream! I'm going underground (going underground) Well, let the brass bands play and feet start to pound Going underground (going underground) Well, let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout, Going underground (going underground) Well, let the brass bands play and feet go pow, pow, pow Going underground (going underground) So let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout for tomorrow |
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from The Jam - The Jam Story (2006)
I sat alone with the dreams of children
Weeping willows and tall dark building, I've caught a fashion from the dreams of children But woke up sweating from this modern nightmare, and I was alone, no one was there I caught a glimpse from the dreams of children I got a feeling of optimism But woke up to a grey and lonely picture The streets below left me feeling dirty, and I was alone, no one was there I was alone, no one was there Something's gonna crack on your dreams tonight... You will crack on your dreams tonight I fell in love with the dreams of children I saw a vision of all the happy days I've caught a fashion from the dreams of children But woke up sweating from this modern nightmare, and I was alone, no one was there I was alone, no one was there Something's gonna crack on your dreams tonight... You will crack on your dreams tonight You will choke on your dreams tonight |
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from The Jam - The Jam Story (2006)
It's not important for you to know my name
Nor I to know yours If we communicate for two minutes only It will be enough For knowing that someone in this world Feels as desperate as me And what you give is what you get It doesn't matter if we never meet again What we have said will always remain If we get through for two minutes only It will be a start! For knowing that someone in this life Loves with a passion called hate And what you give is what you get If I never ever see you If I never ever see you If I never ever see you - again And what you give is what you get! |
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from The Jam - The Jam Story (2006)
Liza Radley - see the girl with long hair
See her creeping across summer lawns at midnight And all the people in the town where we live Say "she's not quite right" She don't fit in with a small town They just can't understand why she doesn't say much But in her darkend room it's for their lives only She cries Liza Radley - see her jump through loneliness Liza Radley - take me when you go And as the people pass by - their heads in the air Haunting with their noise - she recalls a lonely sigh But no matter what they say in her mind She knows their dream of life, they won't ever find Liza Radley - I pledge myself to you alone She'd kiss my face and say "Love means nothing at all" She'd kiss my face and say "Life means nothing at all" |
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from The Jam - The Jam Story (2006)
I've got a pocket full of pretty green -
I'm gonna put it in the fruit machine - I'm gonna put it in the juke box - It's gonna play all the records in the hit parade - This is the pretty green - this is society You can't do nothing - unless it's in the pocket - oh no - I've got a pocket full of pretty green I'm gonna give it to the man behind the counter He's gonna give me food and water - I'm gonna eat that and look for more - And they didn't teach me that in school - It's something that I learnt on my own - That power is measured by the pound or the fist - It's as clear as this oh - I've got a pocket full of Pretty Green! |
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from The Jam - The Jam Story (2006)
Rainclouds came and stole my thunder -
Left me barren like a desert But a sunshine girl like you It's worth going through - I will never be embarrassed about love again - Tortured winds that blew me over - When I start to think that I'm something special They tell me that I'm not - And they're right and I'm glad and I'm not - I will never be embarrassed about that again. Oh baby I'm dreaming of Monday, Oh baby will I see you again Oh baby I'm dreaming of Monday. |
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from The Jam - The Jam Story (2006)
A police car and a screamin' siren
Pneumatic drill and ripped-up concrete A baby wailing, a stray dog howling The screech of brakes and lamplight blinking That's entertainment That's entertainment A smash of glass and the rumble of boots An electric train and a ripped-up phone booth Paint-splattered walls and the cry of a tomcat Lights going out and a kick in the balls I say that's entertainment That's entertainment La la la la la, ah La la la la la, ah Days of speed and slow-time Mondays Pissing down with rain on a boring Wednesday Watching the news and not eating your tea A freezing cold flat with damp on the walls I say that's entertainment That's entertainment La la la la la La la la la la Waking up at 6 A.M. on a cool warm morning Opening the windows and breathing in petrol An amateur band rehearsing in a nearby yard Watching the telly and thinking 'bout your holidays That's entertainment That's entertainment La la la la la, ah La la la la la, ah La la la la la, ah La la la la la Waking up from bad dreams and smoking cigarettes Cuddling a warm girl and smelling stale perfume A hot summer's day and sticky black tarmac Feeding ducks in the park and wishing you were far away That's entertainment That's entertainment Two lovers kissing masks a scream of midnight Two lovers missing the tranquility of solitude Getting a cab and travelling on buses Reading the grafitti about slashed-seat affairs I say that's entertainment That's entertainment La la la la la, ah La la la la la, ah La la la la la, ah La la la la la La la la la la, ah La la la la la, ah La la la la la, ah La la la la la La la la la la, ah La la la la la, ah La la la la la, ah |
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from The Jam - The Jam Story (2006)
Puts up the closed sign does the man in the corner shop
Serves his last then he says goodbye to him He knows it is a hard life But its nice to be your own boss really Walks off home does the last customer He is jealous of the man in the corner shop He is sick of working at the factory Says it must be nice to be your own boss (really) Sells cigars to the boss from the factory He is jealous is the man in the corner shop He is sick of struggling so hard Says it might be nice to own a factory Go to church do the people from the area All shapes and classes sit and pray together For here they are all one For God created all men equal |
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from The Jam - The Jam Story (2006)
Boy About Town
See me walking around i'm the boy about town that you heard of See me walking the streets i'm on top of the world that you heard Oh like paper caught in wind I glide upstreet, I glide downstreet Oh and it won't let you go Till you finally come to rest or someone picks you up Upstreet downstreet and puts you in the bin See me walking around i'm the boy about town that you heard of See me walking the streets i'm on top of the world that you heard Oh i'm sitting watching rainbows And watching the people go crazy Oh please leave me aside I want to be a, I want to be, I want to live in, Upstreet downstreet like paper caught in wind Upstreet downstreet it won't let you go Na na na nah, na na na nah Na na na na na na nah Na na na nah, na na na nah There's more than you can hope for in this world |
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from The Jam - The Jam Story (2006)
Down in amongst the streets tonight
Books will burn, people laugh and cry in their turmoil (turmoil turns rejoiceful) Shed your fears and lose your guilt Tonight we burn responsibility in the fire We'll watch the flames grow higher! But if you get too burnt, you can't come back home And as I was standing by the edge I could see the faces of those led pissing theirselves laughing (and the flames grew) Their mad eyes buldged their flushed faces said The weak get crushed as the strong grow stronger We feast on flesh and drink on blood Live by fear and dispise love in a crises (what with today's high prices) Bring some paper and bring some wood Bring what's left of all your love for the fire We'll watch the flames grow higher! But if you get too burnt - you can't come back home And as I was standing by the edge I could see the faces of those led pissing theirselves laughing (and the flames grew) Their mad eyes buldged their flushed faces said The weak get crushed as the strong grow stronger In the funeral pyre We'll watch the flames grow higher But if you get too burnt - you can't come back home (well I feel so old, when I feel so young well I just can't grow up to meet the demands) |
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from The Jam - The Jam Story (2006)
I used to know everything about you
But today when I tried to point you out to one of my friends I picked the wrong girl again Can't see you in the crowd anymore I think it's you but I can't be sure You're wearing disguises Occasionally a girl suprises me when she turns out to be you Wearing disguises I don't think you want me to see you ever again Yesterday I saw you dressed as a flower bed Last week you had a wig on your head Mis-directed traffic in the street And your shoes were too big for your feet You're wearing disguises Occasionally a girl suprises me when she turns out to be you Wearing disguises I used to know everything about you But today when I tried to point you out to one of my friends I picked the wrong girl again Can't see you in the crowd anymore I think it's you but I can't be sure You're wearing disguises Occasionally a girl suprises me when she turns out to be you Wearing disguises |
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from The Jam - The Jam Story (2006)
In echoed steps I walked across an empty dream
I looked across this world, there was no one to be seen This empty feeling turned and quietly walked away I saw no warmth in life - no love was in my eyes I stared a century thinking this will never change As I hesitated, time rushed onwards without me Too scared to break the spell too small to take a fall But the Absolute luck is - love is in our hearts! I lost some hours thinking of it I need the strength to go and get what I want I lost a lifetime thinking of it an' lost an era daydreaming like I do I stared a century thinking this will never change As I hesitated, time rushed onwards without me Too scared to break the spell too small to take a fall But the Absolute luck is - love is in our hearts! In echoed steps you walk across an empty dream But look around this world, there's millions to be seen Come see the tyrants panic see their crumbling empires fall Then tell 'em we don't fight for fools - 'cos love is in our hearts! I lost some hours thinking of it I need the strength to go and get what I want I lost a lifetime thinking of it an' lost an era daydreaming like I do You can lose some hours thinking of it You need the strength to go and get what you want You can lose a lifetime thinking of it And lose an era daydreaming like I do oooooooo |
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from The Jam - The Jam Story (2006)
Bring you a tale from the pastel fields
Where we ran when we were young This is a tale from the water meadows Trying to spread some hope into your heart It's mixed with happiness, it's mixed with tears Both life and death are carried in this stream That open space you could run for miles Now you don't get so many to the pound True it's a dream mixed with nostalgia But it's a dream that I'll always hang on to That I'll always run to Won't you join me by the riverbank Paradise found down by the still waters Joined in the race to the rainbow's end No fears, no worries just a golden country Woke at sunrise, went home at sunset Now life is so critical, life is too cynical We lose our innocence, we lose our very soul True it's a dream mixed with nostalgia But it's a dream that I'll always hang on to That I'll always run to True it's a dream mixed with nostalgia But it's a dream that I'll always hang on to That I always run to Won't you join me by the riverbank Come on and join me by the riverbank |
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from The Jam - The Jam Story (2006)
Better stop dreaming of the quiet life
cos it's the one we'll never know And quit running for that runaway bus cos those rosey days are few And stop apologising for the things you've never done, Cos time is short and life is cruel but it's up to us to change This town called malice. Rows and rows of disused milk floats stand dying in the dairy yard And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk bottles to their hearts Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry It's enough to make you stop believing when tears come fast and furious In a town called malice. Struggle after struggle year after year The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice I'm almost stone cold dead In a town called malice. A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef gets dashed against the Coop To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear It's a big decision in a town called malice. The ghost of a steam train echoes down my track It's at the moment bound for nowhere just going round and round Playground kids and creaking swings lost laughter in the breeze I could go on for hours and I probably will but I'd sooner put some joy back In this town called malice. |
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from The Jam - The Jam Story (2006)
Your precious love - that means so much
will it ever stop or will I just lose touch What I want to say - but my words just fail Is that I need it so I can't help myself Like a hungry child - I just help myself And when I'm all full up - I go out to play But I don't mean to bleed you dry Or take you over for the rest of your life It's just that I need something solid in mine Lonely as the moors on a winter's morning Quiet as the sea on a good calm night In your tranquil shadow - I try and follow I hear your distant show clicks To the midnight beat - I feel trapped in sorrow In this imagery But that's how I am and why I need you so |
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from The Jam - The Jam Story (2006)
Why are you frightened - can't you see that it's you
That ain't no ghost - it's a reflection of you Why do you turn away - an' keep it out of sight Oh - don't live up to your given roles There's more inside you that you won't show But you keep it hidden just like everyone You're scared to show you care - it'll make you vulnerable So you wear that ghost around you for disguise But there's no need just 'cos it's all we've known There's more inside you that you haven't shown So keep on moving, moving, moving your feet Keep on shuf-shuf-shuffling to this ghost dance beat Just keep on walking down never ending streets One day you'll walk right out of this life And then you'll wonder why you didn't try To spread some loving all around Old fashioned causes like that still stand Gotta rid this prejudice that ties you down How do you feel at the end of the day Just like you've walked over your own grave So why are you frightened - can't you see that it's you At the moment there's nothing - so there's nothing to lose Lift up your lonely heart and walk right on through |
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If you gave me a fresh carnation
I would only crush its tender petals With me you'll have no escape And at the same time there'll be nowhere to settle - I trample down all life in my wake I eat it up and take the cake I just avert my eyes to the pain Of someone's loss helping my gain If you gave me a dream for my pocket You'd be plugging in the wrong socket With me there's no room for the future With me there's no room with a view at all - I am out of season all year 'round Hear machinery roar to my empty sound Touch my heart and feel winter Hold my hand and be doomed forever - If you gave me a fresh carnation I would only crush its tender petals With me you'll have no escape And at the same time there'll be nowhere to settle. And if you're wondering by now who I am Look no further than the mirror - Because I am the Greed and Fear And every ounce of Hate in you. |
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from The Jam - The Jam Story (2006)
In your white lace and your wedding bells
You look the picture of contented new wealth But from the on-looking fool who believed your lies I wish this grave would open up and swallow me alive For the bitterest pill is hard to swallow The love I gave hangs in sad coloured, mocking shadows When the wheel of fortune broke, you fell to me Out of grey skies to change my misery The vacant spot, your beating heart took its place But now I watch smoke leave my lips and fill an empty room For the bitterest pill is hard to swallow The love I gave hangs in sad coloured, mocking shadows The bitterest pill is mine to take If I took if for a hundred years, I couldn't feel anymore ill Now autumn's breeze blows summer's leaves through my life Twisted and broken dawn, no days with sunlight The dying spark, you left your mark on me The promise of your kiss, but with someone else For the bitterest pill is mine to swallow The love I gave hangs in sad coloured, mocking shadows The bitterest pill is mine to take If I took if for a hundred years, I couldn't feel anymore ill! |
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from The Jam - The Jam Story (2006)
Beat surrender -
Come on boy, come on girl Succumb to the beat surrender All the things that I care about (are packed into one punch) All the things that I'm not sure about (are sorted out at once) And as it was in the beginning, so shall it be in the end That bullshit is bullshit, it just goes by different names All the things that I shout about (but never act upon) All the courage and the dreams that I have (but seem to wait so long) My doubt is cast aside, watch phonies run to hide The dignified don't even enter in the game And if you feel there's no passion No quality sensation Seize the young determination Show the fakers you ain't foolin' You'll see me come runnin' To the sound of your strummin' Fill my heart with joy and gladness I've lived too long in shadows of sadness |
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from The Jam - The Jam Story (2006)
Hush now child and don't you cry
Your folks might understand you by and by Move on up towards your destination You may find from time to time Complications Bight your lip and take a trip Though there may be wet road ahead You cannot slip So move on up and peace you will find Into the steeple of beautiful people Where there's only one kind So hush now child and don't you cry Your folks might understand you by and by Just move on up and keep on wishing Remember your dreams are your only schemes So keep on pushing Take nothing less - not even second best And do not obey - you must have your say You can past the test Move on up! |
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from The Jam - The Jam Story (2006)
Baby when I found out you were lying
Playing around and conniving Undesired tears I was crying 'Cause sugar coated as I was buying I was just a backseat driver in a car of love Going wherever you take me Don't know why I put up with the pain 'Cause no one else can make me You've got me going - stoned out of my mind And when you led me to the waters I drank it But I drank more than I could hold And you took my mind off my body And now you want to take my soul Where can I run? Where can I hide? Who can I talk to? Tell me what more can I do? You've got me going - stoned out of my mind Playing around with every guy in town It's funny I just can't put you down See my head - it's spinning around Since the day you let me down |
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from The Jam - All Mod Cons (2006)
Seen you before, I know your sort,
You think the world awaits your every breath You'll be my friend, or so you say You'll help me out when the time comes And all the time we're getting rich, You hang around to help me out But when we're skint, Oh God Forbid! You drop us like hot bricks Artistic Freedom. Do what you want. But just make sure that the money ain't gone I'll tell you what, I got you sussed You'll waste my time, when my time comes. |
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from The Jam - All Mod Cons (2006)
To be someone must be a wonderful thing
A famous footballer a rock singer Or a big film star, yes I think I would like that To be rich and have lots of fans Have lots of girls to prove that I'm a man And be No. 1 - and liked by everyone Getting drugged up with my trendy friends They really dig me and I dig them And the bread I spend - is like my fame - it's Quickly diminished And there's no more swimming in a guitar shaped Pool No more reporters at my beck and call No more cocaine it's only ground chalk No more taxis now we'll have to walk But didn't we have a nice time - Didn't we have a nice time Oh wasn't it such a fine time I realize I should have stuck to my guns Instead shit out to be one of the bastard sons And lose myself - I know it was wrong - but it's Cost me a lot And there's no more drinking after the club shuts down, I'm out on me arse with the rest of the clowns It's really frightening without a bodyguard So I stay confined to my lonely room |
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from The Jam - All Mod Cons (2006)
Daylight dawns, you wake up and yawn - Mr. Clean
A piece of toast from the one you love most - and you leave You catch your bus in the 8 o'clock rush, And catch your train in the morning rain Mr. Clean - Mr. Clean If you see me in the street - look away 'Cause I don't ever want to catch you looking at me - Mr. Clean 'Cause I hate you and your wife And if I get the chance I'll fuck up your life Mr. Clean - Mr. Clean IS THAT SEEN! Surround yourself with dreams, of pretty young girls, and anyone you want, but please don't forget me or any of my kind 'cause I'll make you think again When I stick your face in the grime Getting pissed at the annual office do Smart blue suit and you went to Cambridge too You miss page 3, but the Times is right for you And mum and dad are very proud of you Mr. Clean - etc. |
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from The Jam - All Mod Cons (2006)
I am a dull and simple lad
Cannot tell water from champagne and I have never met the Queen And I wish I could have all he has got - I wish I could be like David Watts And when I lie on my pillow at night I dream I could fight like David Watts And lead the school team to victory Take my exams and pass the lot He is the head boy at the school He is the captain of the team He is so gay and fancy free And I wish I could have all he has got I wish I could be like David Watts And all the girls in the neighbourhood Try to go out with David Watts The try their best but can't succeed For he is of pure and noble breed |
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from The Jam - All Mod Cons (2006)
No matter where I roam
I will return to my English rose For no bonds can ever tempt me from she I've sailed the seven seas, Flown the whole blue sky. But I've returned with haste to where my Love does lie. No matter where I go I will come back to my English Rose For nothing can ever tempt me from she. I've searched the secret mists - I've climbed the highest peaks Caught the wild wind home To hear her soft voice speak No matter where I roam I will return to my English Rose For no bonds can ever keep me from she. I've been to ancient worlds I've scoured the whole universe And caught the first train home To be at her side. No matter where I roam I will return to my English Rose For no bonds, nothing and no-one can ever keep me from she |
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from The Jam - All Mod Cons (2006)
When I'm in the crowd, I don't see anything
My mind goes a blank, in the humid sunshine when I'm in the crowd I don't see anything I fall into a trance, at the supermarket the noise flows me along, as I catch falling cans of baked beans on toast, technology is the most. and everyone seems just like me, they struggle hard to set themselves free and they're waiting for the change When I'm in the crowd, I can't remember my name and my only link is a pint of Wall's ice cream when I'm in the crowd - I don't see anything Sometimes I think that it's a plot, an equilibrium melting pot The government sponsors underhand When I'm in the crowd When I'm in the crowd When I'm in the crowd And everyone seems that they're acting a dream 'cause they're just not thinking about each other and they're taking orders, which are media spawned and they should know better, now you have been warned and don't forget you saw it here first When I'm in the crowd When I'm in the crowd When I'm in the crowd And life just simply moves along in simple houses, simple jobs and no one's wanting for the change When I'm in the crowd When I'm in the crowd When I'm in the crowd |
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from The Jam - All Mod Cons (2006)
If it's not you moaning, then it's someone else
Jumping down my throat, every chance you get If it's not you crying, then it's probably me You're a little dog messing up my tree Billy Hunt is a magical world Full of strippers and long legged girls Clark Kent's got nothing on me I'll spy like James Bond and die like King Kong Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy Billy Hunt I remember the first day at my job I didn't get on too well with the foreman, Bob Do this, do that, don't even stop for a cough He used to be a sergeant in the R.A.F. No one pushes Billy Hunt around Well they do, but not for long 'Cause when I get fit and grow bionic arms The whole world's gonna wish it weren't born Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy Billy Hunt I could be a Superman Satisfy any whim that I wanted to I could be a human machine I could show Steve Austin a thing or two If it's not you moaning, then it's someone else Jumping down my throat, every chance you get If it's not you crying, then it's probably me You're a little dog messing up my tree No one pushes Billy Hunt around Well they do, but not for long 'Cause when I get fit and grow bionic arms The whole world's gonna wish it weren't born Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy Billy Hunt Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy Billy Hunt Look out Billy, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy Hunt Billy, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy Hunt |
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from The Jam - All Mod Cons (2006)
All we seem to do is talk about it
we always end up shouting about it there was a time when we could overcome it But it's too late to say we'll just forget it It's too bad that we had to break up and too much said for us to ever make up I could get by if I could just forget you but things remind me and I feel so sad now Same old feeling everytime I see you and every avenue I walk I'm behind you your back is turned and your eyes are closed girl you move in circles that are out of my reach now I could say I'm sorry but it's not the point is it? you want to play your games and you don't mind if I get high! |
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from The Jam - All Mod Cons (2006)
The way that sunlight flits across your skirt,
makes me feel I'm from another world, To touch your face in the morning light. I hope you're always gonna be around. The times I struggle to understand why, The ancient proverbs like Who am I? Why am I here and What have I done? I see the answer's place my trust in you Trust in you love, be with me then, That's when I want you, that's when I need you the most. I want us to be like Peter Pan But dreams it seems are weightless as sand, And man's supposedly is made of sand It seems that man cannot survive at all Let's disappear love, let's fly away Into the demi-monde, into the twilight zone The times inside I spent screaming at you Release me please from this mortal jail One shrug or smile can determine my fate, I'm lost for days and have myself to blame Something I'm giving, is yours for the taking, Something like sunlight, Love is a spotlight Love is all sorrow, still I'll meet you tomorrow And look forward to see you, now I can't live without you |
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from The Jam - All Mod Cons (2006)
The place I love is a million miles away,
it's too far for the eye to see Still it's me at least, and you can't come there No one is allowed at all Only animals that love, will always, only, ever could be Still it's always at the back of my mind. The place I love is overgrown now With beautiful moss and colourful flowers And goldfish that swim in a pool, there's a small brick wall With neon lighting controlled by lightning I'm making a stand against the world There's those who would hurt us if they heard. And its always in the back of my mind The place I love is no where near here, Not within a yard of those trendy do's, Where dogsbodies pick you up, and graciously give you a lift, With cherished thoughts and bitterness. I'm making a stand against the world, There's those who would hurt us if they heard And it's always in the back of my mind |
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from The Jam - All Mod Cons (2006)
Where the streets are pave with blood,
with cataclysmic overtones Fear and hate linger in the air A strictly no-go deadly zone I don't know what I'm doing here 'cause it's not my scene at all There's an 'A' bomb in Wardour Street They've called in the Army, they've called in the police I'm stranded on the vortex floor My head's been kicked in and blood's started to pour Through the haze I can see my girl Fifteen geezers got her pinned to the door There's an 'A' bomb in Wardour Street, it's blown up the City Now it's spreading through the country Law and order takes a turn for the worst, In the shape of a size 10 boot Rape and murder throughout the land, and they tell me that you're still a free man Well if this is freedom I don't understand 'cause it seems like madness to me. 'A' bomb in Wardour Street. Hate Bomb, Hate Bomb, Hate Bomb, Hate Bomb! A Philistine nation, of degradation, And hate and war. There must be more. It's Doctor Martin's A P O C A L Y P S E Apocalypse! |
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from The Jam - All Mod Cons (2006)
The distant echo -
of faraway voices boarding faraway trains To take them home to the ones that they love and who love them forever The glazed, dirty steps - repeat my own and reflect my thoughts Cold and uninviting, partially naked Except for toffee wrapers and this morning's papers Mr. Jones got run down Headlines of death and sorrow - they tell of tomorrow Madmen on the rampage And I'm down in the tube station at midnight I fumble for change - and pull out the Queen Smiling, beguiling I put in the money and pull out a plum Behind me Whispers in the shadows - gruff blazing voices Hating, waiting "Hey boy" they shout "have you got any money?" And I said "I've a little money and a take away curry, I'm on my way home to my wife. She'll be lining up the cutlery, You know she's expecting me Polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork" And I'm down in the tube station at midnight I first felt a fist, and then a kick I could now smell their breath They smelt of pubs and Wormwood Scrubs And too many right wing meetings My life swam around me It took a look and drowned me in its own existence The smell of brown leather It blended in with the weather It filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth It blocked all my senses Couldn't see, hear, speak any longer And I'm down in the tube station at midnight I said I was down in the tube station at midnight The last thing that I saw As I lay there on the floor Was "Jesus Saves" painted by an atheist nutter And a British Rail poster read "Have an Awayday - a cheap holiday - Do it today!" I glanced back on my life And thought about my wife 'Cause they took the keys - and she'll think it's me And I'm down in the tube station at midnight The wine will be flat and the curry's gone cold I'm down in the tube station at midnight Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight |
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from The Jam - All Mod Cons (2006)
Power, Pop!
Read about the things that happen throughout the world Don't believe in everything you see or hear The neighbours talk day in day out about the goings on They tell us what they want - they don't give an inch Look at the pictures taken by the cameras they cannot lie The truth is in what you see - not what you read Little men tapping things out - points of view Remember their views are not the gospel truth Don't believe it all Find out for yourself Check before you spread News of the world News of the world Never doubt Never ask Never moan Never search Never find Never know News of the world Each morning our key to the world comes through the door More than often its just a comic, not much more Don't take it too serious - not many do Read between the lines and you'll find the truth Read all about it, read all about it - news of the world |
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from The Jam - All Mod Cons (2006)
The distant echo -
of faraway voices boarding faraway trains To take them home to the ones that they love and who love them forever The glazed, dirty steps - repeat my own and reflect my thoughts Cold and uninviting, partially naked Except for toffee wrapers and this morning's papers Mr. Jones got run down Headlines of death and sorrow - they tell of tomorrow Madmen on the rampage And I'm down in the tube station at midnight I fumble for change - and pull out the Queen Smiling, beguiling I put in the money and pull out a plum Behind me Whispers in the shadows - gruff blazing voices Hating, waiting "Hey boy" they shout "have you got any money?" And I said "I've a little money and a take away curry, I'm on my way home to my wife. She'll be lining up the cutlery, You know she's expecting me Polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork" And I'm down in the tube station at midnight I first felt a fist, and then a kick I could now smell their breath They smelt of pubs and Wormwood Scrubs And too many right wing meetings My life swam around me It took a look and drowned me in its own existence The smell of brown leather It blended in with the weather It filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth It blocked all my senses Couldn't see, hear, speak any longer And I'm down in the tube station at midnight I said I was down in the tube station at midnight The last thing that I saw As I lay there on the floor Was "Jesus Saves" painted by an atheist nutter And a British Rail poster read "Have an Awayday - a cheap holiday - Do it today!" I glanced back on my life And thought about my wife 'Cause they took the keys - and she'll think it's me And I'm down in the tube station at midnight The wine will be flat and the curry's gone cold I'm down in the tube station at midnight Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight |
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from The Jam - All Mod Cons (2006)
So sad about us
So sad about us Sad - never meant to break up Sad - suppose we'll never make up Sad about us So bad about us So bad about us Bad - let the music stop now Bad - suppose we can't turn back now Bad about us Apologies mean nothing when the damage is done But you can't switch off my loving Like you can't switch off the sun So sad about us So bad about us Sad - never meant to break up Sad - suppose we'll never make up Sad about us |
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from The Jam - All Mod Cons (2006)
it's right for the night,
thousands of lights, show us the way. me and my mates, will have a good time in the amusement acrade. unpack your bags, we're here at last for the birds that play ball This is it! it's what it's all about! we worked all week for this, let's go Go to the pub, dance for a while have a drink or so please ourselves, do what we want tonight's ours to have fun The night will soon be gone it goes too fast, let's not waste time no need to worry ourselves, now The night, the night of our week one night we remember it well no one can take it away no one can deny us the night the night one night Hear the sea come tumblling in freezing us all feeling the breeze beating the pier as we try and sleep it feels so secure along with the sea I mean what a pity our weekend's gone the sea remains but that's all we had a good time while we were here Goodnight |
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from The Jam - All Mod Cons (2006)
So sad about us
So sad about us Sad - never meant to break up Sad - suppose we'll never make up Sad about us So bad about us So bad about us Bad - let the music stop now Bad - suppose we can't turn back now Bad about us Apologies mean nothing when the damage is done But you can't switch off my loving Like you can't switch off the sun So sad about us So bad about us Sad - never meant to break up Sad - suppose we'll never make up Sad about us |
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from The Jam - All Mod Cons (2006)
Worlds apart, you and I, we're worlds apart
The difference between every day I can't think of the words to say Worlds apart, you and I, we're worlds apart I've been in some clubs where the music's loud ‘cos I see your face in every crowd But it's not really you It's like having a cold on a summers day Something ain't right and I want you to stay You must know that Worlds apart, you and I, we're worlds apart |
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from The Jam - All Mod Cons (2006)
All we seem to do is talk about it
we always end up shouting about it there was a time when we could overcome it But it's too late to say we'll just forget it It's too bad that we had to break up and too much said for us to ever make up I could get by if I could just forget you but things remind me and I feel so sad now Same old feeling everytime I see you and every avenue I walk I'm behind you your back is turned and your eyes are closed girl you move in circles that are out of my reach now I could say I'm sorry but it's not the point is it? you want to play your games and you don't mind if I get high! |
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from The Jam - All Mod Cons (2006)
To be someone must be a wonderful thing
A famous footballer a rock singer Or a big film star, yes I think I would like that To be rich and have lots of fans Have lots of girls to prove that I'm a man And be No. 1 - and liked by everyone Getting drugged up with my trendy friends They really dig me and I dig them And the bread I spend - is like my fame - it's Quickly diminished And there's no more swimming in a guitar shaped Pool No more reporters at my beck and call No more cocaine it's only ground chalk No more taxis now we'll have to walk But didn't we have a nice time - Didn't we have a nice time Oh wasn't it such a fine time I realize I should have stuck to my guns Instead shit out to be one of the bastard sons And lose myself - I know it was wrong - but it's Cost me a lot And there's no more drinking after the club shuts down, I'm out on me arse with the rest of the clowns It's really frightening without a bodyguard So I stay confined to my lonely room |
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from The Jam - All Mod Cons (2006)
I am a dull and simple lad
Cannot tell water from champagne and I have never met the Queen And I wish I could have all he has got - I wish I could be like David Watts And when I lie on my pillow at night I dream I could fight like David Watts And lead the school team to victory Take my exams and pass the lot He is the head boy at the school He is the captain of the team He is so gay and fancy free And I wish I could have all he has got I wish I could be like David Watts And all the girls in the neighbourhood Try to go out with David Watts The try their best but can't succeed For he is of pure and noble breed |
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from The Jam - All Mod Cons (2006)
If it's not you moaning, then it's someone else
Jumping down my throat, every chance you get If it's not you crying, then it's probably me You're a little dog messing up my tree Billy Hunt is a magical world Full of strippers and long legged girls Clark Kent's got nothing on me I'll spy like James Bond and die like King Kong Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy Billy Hunt I remember the first day at my job I didn't get on too well with the foreman, Bob Do this, do that, don't even stop for a cough He used to be a sergeant in the R.A.F. No one pushes Billy Hunt around Well they do, but not for long 'Cause when I get fit and grow bionic arms The whole world's gonna wish it weren't born Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy Billy Hunt I could be a Superman Satisfy any whim that I wanted to I could be a human machine I could show Steve Austin a thing or two If it's not you moaning, then it's someone else Jumping down my throat, every chance you get If it's not you crying, then it's probably me You're a little dog messing up my tree No one pushes Billy Hunt around Well they do, but not for long 'Cause when I get fit and grow bionic arms The whole world's gonna wish it weren't born Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy Billy Hunt Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy Billy Hunt Look out Billy, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy Hunt Billy, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy Hunt |
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from The Jam - All Mod Cons (2006)
Daylight dawns, you wake up and yawn - Mr. Clean
A piece of toast from the one you love most - and you leave You catch your bus in the 8 o'clock rush, And catch your train in the morning rain Mr. Clean - Mr. Clean If you see me in the street - look away 'Cause I don't ever want to catch you looking at me - Mr. Clean 'Cause I hate you and your wife And if I get the chance I'll fuck up your life Mr. Clean - Mr. Clean IS THAT SEEN! Surround yourself with dreams, of pretty young girls, and anyone you want, but please don't forget me or any of my kind 'cause I'll make you think again When I stick your face in the grime Getting pissed at the annual office do Smart blue suit and you went to Cambridge too You miss page 3, but the Times is right for you And mum and dad are very proud of you Mr. Clean - etc. |
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from The Jam - All Mod Cons (2006)
The way that sunlight flits across your skirt,
makes me feel I'm from another world, To touch your face in the morning light. I hope you're always gonna be around. The times I struggle to understand why, The ancient proverbs like Who am I? Why am I here and What have I done? I see the answer's place my trust in you Trust in you love, be with me then, That's when I want you, that's when I need you the most. I want us to be like Peter Pan But dreams it seems are weightless as sand, And man's supposedly is made of sand It seems that man cannot survive at all Let's disappear love, let's fly away Into the demi-monde, into the twilight zone The times inside I spent screaming at you Release me please from this mortal jail One shrug or smile can determine my fate, I'm lost for days and have myself to blame Something I'm giving, is yours for the taking, Something like sunlight, Love is a spotlight Love is all sorrow, still I'll meet you tomorrow And look forward to see you, now I can't live without you |
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from The Jam - Live Jam [live] (2003)
This is a modern world - This is the modern world What kind of a fool do you think I am? You think I know nothing of the modern world All my life has been the same I've learned to live by hate and pain It's my inspiration drive - I've learned more than you'll ever know Even at school I felt quite sure That one day I would be on top And I'd look down upon the map The teachers who said I'd be nothing - This is the modern world that I've learnt about This is the modern world, we don't need no one To tell us what's right or wrong - Say what you like 'cause I don't care I know where I am and going too It's somewhere I won't preview Don't have to explain myself to you I don't give two fucks about your review |
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from The Jam - Live Jam [live] (2003)
If it's not you moaning, then it's someone else, Jumping down my throat, every chance you get, If it's not you crying, then it's probably me You're the little dog messing up my tree - Billy Hunt is a magical world, Full of strippers and long legged girls Clark Kent's got nothing on me, I'll spy like James Bond and die like King Kong Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy I remember the first day at my job, I didn't get along with the foreman, Bob Do this. Do that. Don't even stop for a cough. He used to be a sergeant in the R.A.F. No one pushes Billy Hunt around, Well they do, but not for long 'cause when I get fit and grow bionic arms the whole world's gonna wish it weren't born - I could be a Superman Satisfy any whim that I wanted to, I could be a Human machine I could show Steve Austin a thing or two - If it's not you moaning, then it's someone else, Jumping down my throat, every chance you get, If it's not you crying, then it's probably me You're the little dog messing up my tree - No one pushes Billy Hunt around, Well they do, but not for long 'cause when I get fit and grow bionic arms the whole world's gonna wish it weren't born - Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy |
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from The Jam - Live Jam [live] (2003)
Times were so tough, but not as tough as they are now, We were so close and nothing came between us - and the world - No personal situations. Thick as thieves us, wed stick together for all time, And we meant it but it turns out just for a while, We stole |
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from The Jam - Live Jam [live] (2003)
Dear, How are things in your little world, I hope they're going well and you are too. Do you still see the same old crowd, the ones who used to meet every Friday. I'm really sorry that I can't be there but work comes first, I'm sure you'll understand. Things are really taking off for me business is thriving and I'm showing a profit and. And in any case it wouldn't be the same, 'cause we've all grown up and we've got our lives and the values that we had once upon a time, seem stupid now 'cause the rent must be paid and some bonds severed and others made. Now I don't want you to get me wrong, ideals are fine when you are young and I must admit we had a laugh, but that's all it was and ever will be, 'cause the Burning Sky keeps burning bright. And as long as it does (and it always will), there's no time for dreams when commerce calls. And the taxman's shouting 'cause he wants his dough and the wheels of finance won't begin to slow. And it's only us realists who are gonna come through 'cause there's only one power higher than that of truth and that's the Burning Sky. Oh and by the way I must tell you, before I sign off, that I've got a meeting next week, with the head of a big corporate I can't disclose who but I'm sure you'll know it and. And the Burning Sky - keeps burning bright. And it won't turn off til it's had enough, it's the greedy bastard who won't give up, and you're just a dreamer if you don't realize, and the sooner you do will be the better for you, then we'll all be happy and we'll all be wise and all bow down to the Burning Sky. Then we'll all be happy and we'll all be wise and together we will live beneath the Burning Sky.-acap |
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from The Jam - Live Jam [live] (2003)
Daylights dawns, you wake up and yawn - Mr. Clean A piece of toast from the one you love most - and you leave You catch a bus in the 8 o'clock rush, And catch the train in the morning rain Mr. Clean - Mr. Clean If you see me in the street - look away Cause I don't ever want to catch you looking at me - Mr. Clean Cause I hate you and your wife And if I get the chance I'll fuck up your life Mr. Clean - etc. - IS THAT SEEN! Surround yourself with dreams, of pretty young girls, and anyone you want, but - please don't forget me or any of my kind cause I'll make you think again When I stick your face in the grime - Getting pissed at the annual office do - Smart blue suit and you went to Cambridge too - You miss page 3, but the Times is right for you - And mum and dad are really proud of you - Mr. Clean - etc. |
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from The Jam - Live Jam [live] (2003)
Here we go again, its monday at last, Hes heading for the waterloo line, To catch the 8 a.m. fast, its usually dead on time, Hope it isnt late, got to be there by nine. Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie, Stops off at the corner shop, to buy the times g |
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from The Jam - Live Jam [live] (2003)
Its funny how you never knew what my name was, Our only contact was a form for the election. These days I find that you don't listen, These days I find that we're out of touch, These days I find that I'm too busy, So why the attention now you want my assistance - What have you done for me. You've gone and got yourself in trouble, No you want me to help you out. These days I find that I can't be bothered, These days I find that its all too much, To pick up a gun and shoot a stranger, But I've got no choice so here I come - war games. I'm up on the hills, playing little boy soldiers, Reconnaissance duty up at 5:30. Shoot shoot shoot and kill the natives, You're one of us and we love you for that. Think of honour, Queen and country, You're a blessed son of the British Empire, God's on our side and so is Washington. Come out on the hills with the little boy soldiers. Come on outside - I'll sing you a lullaby, Or tell a tale of how goodness prevailed. We ruled the world - we killed and robbed, The fucking lot - but we don't feel bad. It was done beneath the flag of democracy, You'll believe and I do - yes I do - yes I do - yes I do - These days I find that I can't be bothered, To argue withthem well what's the point, Better to take your shots and drop down dead, then they send you home in a pine overcoat With a letter to your mum Saying find enclosed one son - one medal and a note - to say he won. |
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from The Jam - Live Jam [live] (2003)
Sup up your beer and collect your fags, There's a row going on down near Slough, get out your mat and pray to the West, I'll get out mine and pray for myself. Thought you were smart when you took them on, But you didn't take a peep in their artillery room, All that rugby puts hairs on your chest, What chance have you got against a tie and a crest. Hello-hurrah - what a nice day - for the Eton Rifles, Hello-hurrah - I hope rain stops play - with the Eton Rifles. Thought you were clever when you lift the fuse, Tore down the house of commons in your brand new shoes, Composed a revolutionary symphony, Then went to bed with a charming young thing. Hello-hurrah - cheers then mate - it's the Eton Rifles, Hello-hurrah - an extremist scrape - with the Eton Rifles. What a catalyst you turned out to be, Loaded the guns then you run off home for your tea, Left me standing - like a guilty schoolboy. We came out of it naturally the worst, Beaten and bloody and I was sick down my shirt, We were no match for their untamed wit, Though some of the lads said they'll be back next week. Hello-hurrah - there's a price to pay - to the Eton Rifles, Hello-hurrah - I'd prefer the plague - to the Eton Rifles. Hello-hurrah - there's a price to pay - to the Eton Rifles, Hello-hurrah - I'd prefer the plague - to the Eton Rifles.> |
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from The Jam - Live Jam [live] (2003)
Things are getting just too cozy for me And I see people as they see me Gonna break away and gain control You free your mind You free your soul I was the type who knocked at old men (history's easy) Who together at tables sit and drink beer (somewhere is really) Then I saw that I was really the same So this link's breaking away from the chain Away from the numbers Away from the numbers Is where I'm gonna be Away from the numbers Away from the numbers Is where I am free I was sick and tired of my little niche Well gonna break away and find where life is And all those fools I thought were my friends (coaching is easy) They now stare at me and don't see a thing (reality's so hard) Till their life is over and they start to moan How they never had the chance to make good Away from the numbers Away from the numbers Is where I'm gonna be Away from the numbers (away from the numbers) Away from the numbers Is where I am free Is where I am free Is where I'm gonna be Is reality Reality's so hard, reality's so hard... |
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from The Jam - Live Jam [live] (2003)
The distant echo - of faraway voices boarding faraway trains To take them home to the ones that they love and who love them forever The glazed, dirty steps - my own and reflect my thoughts Cold and uninviting, partially naked Except for toffee wrapers and this morning's paper Mr. Jones got run down Headlines of death and sorrow - they tell of tomorrow Madmen on the rampage And I'm down in the tube station at midnight I fumble for change - and pull out the Queen Smiling, beguiling I put in the money and pull out a plum Behind me Whispers in the shadows - gruff blazing voices Hating, waiting |
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from The Jam - Live Jam [live] (2003)
Found myself in a strange town Though Ive only been here for three weeks now Ive got blisters on my feet Trying find a friend in oxford street I bought an a to z guide book Trying to find the clubs and ymcas But when you ask in a strange town They say don |
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