When your spine is cracking and your hands, they shake, Heart is bursting and you butt's gonna break. Your woman's cussing, you can hear her scream, You feel like murder in the first degree. Ain't nobody slowing down no way, Ev'rybody's stepping on their accelerator, Don't matter where you are, Ev'rybody's gonna need a ventilator.
When you're trapped and circled with no second chances, Your code of living is your gun in hand. We can't be browed by beating, we can't be cowed by words, Messed by cheating, ain't gonna ever learn. Ev'rybody walking 'round, Ev'rybody trying to step on their Creator. Don't matter where you are, ev'rybody, ev'rybody gonna Need some kind of ventilator, some kind of ventilator.
That's all right, that's all right, that's all right. Sometimes you feel like trouble, sometimes you feel down. Let this music relax you mind, let this music relax you mind. Stand up and be counted, can't get a witness. Sometimes you need somebody, if you have somebody to love. Sometimes you ain't got nobody and you want somebody to love. Then you don't want to walk and talk about Jesus, You just want to see his face. You don't want to walk and talk about Jesus, You just want to see his face.
Who's that woman on your arm all dressed up to do you harm And I'm hip to what she'll do, give her just about a month or two. Bit off more than I can chew and I knew what it was leading to, Some things, well, I can't refuse, One of them, one of them the bedroom blues. She delivers right on time, I can't resist a corny line, But take the shine right off you shoes, Carryin', carryin' the bedroom blues. Oo...
In the bar you're getting drunk, I ain't in love, I ain't in luck. Hide the switch and shut the light, let it all come down tonight. Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger, Some face you'll never see no more.
Let it all come down tonight. Keep those tears hid out of sight, let it loose, let it all come down.
Yeah, heard the diesel drumming all down the line Oh, heard the wires a-humming all down the line Yeah, hear the women sighing all down the line Oh, hear the children crying all down the line
All down the line We'll be watching out for trouble, yeah All down the line And we'd better keep the motor running, yeah
Ev'ry time I'm walking all down the street Some pretty mama start breaking down on me. Stop breaking down, baby, please, stop breaking down. Stuff is gonna bust you brains out, baby, Gonna make you lose your mind.
You Saturday night women, now, you just ape and clown, You don't do nothing but tear my reputation down. Stop breaking down, mama, please, stop breaking down. Stuff is gonna bust you brains out, baby, Yeah, it's gonna make you lose your mind.
I love my baby ninety nine degrees, But that mama got a pistol, laid it down on me. Stop breaking down, baby, please, stop breaking down. Stuff is gonna bust you brains out, baby, Yeah, gonna make you lose your mind.
Ev'ry time I'm walking all down the street Some pretty woman start breaking down on me. Stop breaking down, mama, please, stop breaking down. Stuff is gonna bust your brains out, baby, Gonna make you lose your mind.
Saw you stretched out in Room Ten O Nine With a smile on your face and a tear right in your eye. Oh, couldn't see to get a line on you, my sweet honey love. Berber jew'lry jangling down the street, Making bloodshot eyes at ev'ry woman that you meet. Could not seem to get a high on you, my sweet honey love.
May the good Lord shine a light on you, Make every song (you sing) your favorite tune. May the good Lord shine a light on you, Warm like the evening sun.
When you're drunk in the alley, baby, with your clothes all torn And your late night friends leave you in the cold gray dawn. Just seemed too many flies on you, I just can't brush them off. Angels beating all their wings in time, With smiles on their faces and a gleam right in their eyes. Whoa, thought I heard one sigh for you, Come on up, come on up, now, come on up now.
May the good Lord shine a light on you, Make every song you sing your favorite tune. May the good Lord shine a light on you, Warm like the evening sun.
When the waters is rough The sailing is tough, I'll get drowned in your love. You've got a cut throat crew, I'm gonna sink under you, I got the bell bottom blues, It's gonna be the death of me. I
It's the graveyard watch, Running right on the rocks, I've taken all of the knocks. You ain't giving me no quarter. I'd rather drink sea water, I wish I'd never had brought you, It's gonna be the death of me.
Soul survivor, soul survivor. Soul survivor, soul survivor. Soul survivor, soul survivor. Soul survivor, soul survivor, Gonna be the death of me, It's gonna be the death of me.
Jim stops and gets out the car, goes to a house in Emperor's gate, Through the door and to his room, Then he puts the TV on, Turns it off and makes some tea, Says Modern Life Is Rubbish I'm Holding on for tomorrow, Then Susan comes into the room, She's a naughty girl with a lovely smile, Says let's take a drive to Primrose Hill, It's windy there and the view's so nice, London ice can freeze your toes Like anyone I suppose I'm Holding on for tomorrow..
It's six o'clock on the dot and I'm half way home I feel foul mouthed as I stand and wait for the underground And a nervous disposition doesn't agree with this I need something to remind me that there's something else
You need a holiday, somewhere in the sun With all the people who are waiting, there never seems to be one Say something, say something else Say something, say something else
Advertisements are here for rapid persuasion If you stare too long you lose your appetite A nervous disposition doesn't agree with this You need fast relief from aches and stomach pains
I need a holiday, somewhere in the sun With all the people who are waiting, there never seems to be one Say something, say something else Say something, say something else
You can have our holidays, yes ladies and gentlemen, for one day only, a special offer
You need a holiday, somewhere in the sun With all the people who are waiting, there never seems to be one Say something, say something else Go on! Say something, say something else Say something, say something else Say something, say something else
Colin Zeal knows the value of mass appeal He's a pedestrian walker, he's a civil talker He's an affable man with a plausible plan Keeps his eye on the news, keeps his future in hand
And then he...
Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again He's pleased with himself, he's pleased with himself He's so pleased with himself, ah ha
While sitting in traffic, Colin thinks in automatic He's an immaculate dresser, he's your common aggressor He's a modern retard with a love of bombast Keeps his eye on the news, doesn't dwells on the past And then he... Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again He's pleased with himself, he's pleased with himself He's so pleased with himself, ah ha He's pleased with himself, he's pleased with himself He's so pleased with himself, ah ha
Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again Looks at his watch, he's on time yet again He's pleased with himself, he's pleased with himself He's so pleased with himself, ah ha He's pleased with himself, he's pleased with himself He's so pleased with himself, ah ha He's pleased with himself, he's pleased with himself He's so pleased with himself, ah ha He's pleased with himself, he's so pleased with himself He's so pleased with himself, ah ha
Only the magical transit children, sing sing a lullaby bah, bah, bah Sitting on a pavement sucking on a long straw It's colourful, It's colourful, but it washes you out
Here is my violence and here is the excuse I learnt it all, but only second hand Falling into walls, well what is it with you You'd never know, never know, never know
We planned it all this way, we planned it all this way Pressure on Julian
Swimming in yellow pissy water, sand getting in between the ears No blood in head in this bloody weather Irate people with yellow tongues
Only the magical transit children, sing sing a lullaby bah,bah,bah Falling into walls, well what is it with you You'd never know, never know, never know
We planned it all this way, we planned it all this way Pressure on Julian
There was pressure on Julian, pushing trolleys in the car park From B to A then back to B Pressure on Julian Passing out, precious little snout The birds are singing at night The birds are singing at night, Pressure on Julian
We planned it all this way, we planned it all this way Pressure on Julian
Have a couple at the weekend, Keeps up camaraderie And my mind boggles in the muddle, At the possibilities And I don't need the practice I've been making plans (For the future) Become an unconscious man (All for the good) I feel so unecessary (We don't think so, you seem starshaped) And I've been making plans (For the future) Become an unconscious man (All for the good) I feel so unecessary (We don't think so, you seem starshaped)
I wash with new soap behind the collar Helps keep down the laundry And now I bother in cold weather Because it cleans me mentally And I really don't need the practice I've been making plans (For the future) Become an unconscious man (All for the good) I feel so unecessary (We don't think so, you seem starshaped) I've been making plans (For the future) Become an unconscious man (All for the good) I feel so unecessary (We don't think so, you seem starshaped)
Air cushioned soles I bought them on the Portbello Road on a Saturday I stop and stare awhile A common pastime when conversation goes astray
And don't think I'm walking out of this She don't mind Whatever I say, whatever I say I don't really want to change a thing I want to stay this way forever
Blue, blue jeans I wear them every day There's no particular reason to change My thoughts are getting banal, I can't help it But I won't pull out hair another day
And don't think I'm walking out of this She don't mind Whatever I say, Whatever I say I don't really want to change a thing I want to stay this way forever If you don't mind Whatever I say, Whatever I say I don't really want to change a thing I want to stay this way forever
Don't give up on me yet Don't think I'm walking out of this She don't mind Whatever I say, Whatever I say I don't really want to change a thing I want to stay this way forever If you don't mind Whatever I say, Whatever I say I don't really want to change a thing I want to stay this way forever
The pay-me girl has had enough of the bleeps So she takes the bus into the country Although she got herself rosy cheeks She didn't leave enough money to pay the rent The landlord says that she's out in a week What a shame she was just getting comfy Now she's eating chocolate to induce sleep In a chemical world, It's very, very, very cheap
And I don't know about you But they're putting the holes in, yes, yes It's been a hell of a do They've been putting the holes in, yes, yes
Peeping Thomas has a very nice view Across the street at the exhibitionist These townies they never speak to you Just stick together so they never get lonely Feeling lead, feeling quite light-headed Had to sit down and have some sugary tea In chemical world, in a chemical world It's very, very, very cheap
And I don't know about you But they're putting the holes in, yes, yes It's been a hell of a do They've been putting the holes in, yes, yes, yes
I don't know about you But they're putting the holes in, yes, yes It's been a hell of a do They've been putting the holes in, yes, yes And now she's found about you But they're putting the holes in, yes, yes Well I don't know about you They've been putting the holes in, yes, yes
Sunday, Sunday here again in tidy attire You read the colour supplement, the TV guide You dream of protein on a plate Regret you left it quite so late To gather the family around the table To eat and then to sleep Oh, the Sunday sleep
Sunday, Sunday here again a walk in the park You meet an old soldier and talk of the past He fought for us in two world wars and The England he knew is no more He sings the Songs of Praise but always falls asleep For that Sunday sleep
Sunday, Sunday here again in tidy attire You read the colour supplement, the TV guide You dream of protein on a plate, regret you left it quite so late You gather the family around the table to eat enough to sleep And Mother's Pride is your epithet That extra slice you'll soon regret So going out is your best bet, then bingo yourself to sleep Oh that Sunday sleep....
Lead in me and me in water, Dangling in my world I swallowed too much oily water, it keeps slipping down my spine In a sense of self in decline, growing fat on sound It's only an early morning dream, and the whole world will be alright (CHORUS)
My head is full of suspicion, I'm coming home sometime I've swallowed too much oily water, it keeps slipping down my spine In a sense of self in decline, lying on my back It's only an early morning dream, and the whole world will be alright (CHORUS)
Practice doesn't make perfect whan you're interbreeding Speaking drivel can it get confused with heavy breathing Mixing drinks at water holes get snarled up in the suburbs Meandering through this and that, you are suspected of vagueness
When work is done, go to Villa Rosie every night So tasty Go form a queue at Villa Rosie every night So tasty
Across the common every day, you come across the fine line But wearing boots can prevent the leeches in the long grass Eating between meals stifles the appetite is it healthy Coming home that nagging doubt there in your belly
And all the while at Villa Rosie every night You're tasty A sweeter life at Villa Rosie every night So taste....
All this has come to Villa Rosie every night They're waiting So form a queue at Villa Rosie every night So tasty Don't break your own back at Villa Rosie every night We're tasting A sweeter life at Villa Rosie every night So tasty
And I'm too tired to care about it Can't you see this in my face The emphisis on coping Can't you see this in my face, my face
When I feel this strange can I go through this again? When I feel this strange can I go through this again? (x2) (Can I be dreaming?...Or am I just coping?)
A fervoured image of another world Is nothing in particular now And imitation comes naturally But I never really stopped to think how And everyone is a clever clone A chrome coloured clone am I So in the abscence of a way of life Just repeat this again and again...and again Hey, hey come out tonight Hey, hey come out tonight Popscene, all right
I'm leaving town to run away Right into your twisted arms No queues and there's no panic there Just dangling your feet in the grass My lack of natural luster now Seems to be losing me friends So in the abscence of a way of life Just repeat this again and again...and again Hey, hey come out tonight Hey, hey come out tonight Popscene!
Take this letter that I give you Take it sonny, hold it high You won't understand a word that's in it But you'll write it all again before you die
A word in your ear from father to son Funny you don't hear a single word I say But my letter to you, will stay by your side Through the years till the loneliness is gone Sing if you will, but the air you breathe I live to give you
Father to son Father to, father to, father to son Joyful the sound, the word goes around From father to son, to son
Kings will be crowned, the word goes around From father to son, to son Joyful the sound, the word goes around From father to son, to son Joyful the sound, the word goes around From father to son, to son Joyful the sound, the word goes around From father to son, to son Kings will be crowned, the word goes around From father to son, to son
So sad her eyes Smiling dark eyes So sad her eyes As it began
On such a breathless night as this Upon my brow the lightest kiss I walked alone And all around the air did say My lady soon will stir this way In sorrow known The white queen walks and the night grows pale Stars of lovingness in her hair
Needing, unheard Pleading, one word So sad my eyes She cannot see
How did thee fare, what have thee seen The mother of the willow green I call her name And 'neath her window have I stayed I loved the footsteps that she made And when she came White queen how my heart did ache And dry my lips no word would make So still I wait
You never heard my song before the music was too loud But now I think you hear me well for now we both know how No star can light our way in this cloud of dark and fear But some day, one day
Funny how the pages turn and hold us in between A misty castle waits for you and you shall be a queen Today the cloud it hangs over us and all is grey But some day, one day
When I was you and you were me and we were very young Together took us nearly there the rest may not be sung So still the cloud it hangs over us and we're alone But some day, one day We'll come home
Mama's gotta problem She don't know what to say Her little baby boy just left home today She's got to be the loser in the end She's got to be the loser in the end Misuse her and you'll lose her as a friend She's ma on whom you can always depend
She washed and fed, and clothed and cared For nearly twenty years And all she gets is "goodbye ma" And the nightimes for her tears She's got to be the loser in the end She's got to be the loser in the end Misuse her and you'll lose her as a friend She's ma on whom you can always depend
So listen mothers everywhere To just one mother's son You'll get forgotten on the way If you don't let them have their fun Forget regrets, and just remember It's not so long since you were young You're bound to be the loser in the end You're bound to be the loser in the end They'll choose their new shoes that's not far to bend You're ma on whom they can always depend
Now once upon a time an old man told me a fable When the piper is gone and the soup is cold on your table And if the black crow flies to find a new destination That is the sign
Come tonight, come to the ogre sight Come to ogre-battle-fight
He gives a great big cry and he can swallow up the ocean With a mighty tongue he catches flies, the palm of his hand incredible size One great big eye, has a focus in your direction Now the battle is on, yeah yeah yeah
Come tonight, come to the ogre sight Come to ogre-battle-fight
The ogre-men are still inside the two-way mirror mountain Gotta keep down right out of sight, you can't see in but they can see out "Keep a look out" The ogre-men are coming out from the two-way mirror mountain They're running up behind you and they're coming all about Can't go east 'cos you gotta go south
He's a fairy feller The fairy folk have gathered round the new moon shine To see the feller crack a nut at nights noon time To swing his ace he swears, as it climbs he dares to deliver The master-stroke
Ploughman, "waggoner will", and types Politician with senatorial pope, he's a dilly-dally-o Pedagogue squinting, wears a frown And a satyr peers under lady's gown, dirty fellow What a dirty laddio Tatterdemalion and a junketer There's a thief and a dragonfly trumpeter, he's my hero Fairy dandy tickling the fancy of his lady friend The nymph in yellow "can we see the master-stroke" What a quaere fellow
Soldier, sailor, tinker, tailor, ploughboy Waiting to hear the sound And the arch-magician presides he is the leader Oberon and titania watched by a harridan Mab is the queen and there's a good apothecary-man Come to say hello Fairy dandy tickling the fancy of his lady friend The nymph in yellow what a quaere fellow The ostler stares with hands on his knees Come on mr. feller, crack it open if you please
There's no living in my life anymore The seas have gone dry and the rain stopped falling Please don't you cry anymore Can't you see Listen to the breeze, whisper to me please Don't send me to the path of nevermore
Even the valleys below Where the rays of the sun were so warn and tender Now haven't anything to grow Can't you see Why did you have to leave me Why did you deceive me You send me to the path of nevermore When you say you didn't love me anymore
Do you mean it, do you mean it, do you mean it Why don't you mean it Why do I follow you and where do you go
You've never seen nothing like it no never in your life Like going up to heaven and then coming back alive Let me tell you all about it and the world will so allow it Ooh give me a little time to choose Water babies singing in a lily-pool delight Blue powder monkies praying in the dead of night
Here comes the black queen, poking in the pile Fie-fo the black queen, marching single file Take this, take that, bring them down to size
Put them in the cellar with the naughty boys A little nigger sugar then a rub-a dub-a baby oil Black on, black on ever finger nail and toe we've only begun - begun Make this make that, keep making all that noise Now I've got a belly-full You can be my sugar-baby, you can be my honey chile, yes
A voice from behind me reminds me Spread out your wings you are an angel Remember to deliver with the speed of light A little bit of love and joy Everything you do bears a will and a why and a wherefore A little bit of love and joy In each and every soul lies a man and very soon he'll deceive and discover But even till the end of his life, he'll bring a little love
I reign with my left hand, I rule with my right I'm lord of all darkness, I'm queen of the night I've got the power, now do the march of the black queen My life is in your hands, I'll fo and I'll fie I'll be what you make me, I'll do what you like I'll be a bad boy, I'll be your bad boy i'll do the march of the black queen
Walking true to style She's vulgar 'buse and vile Fie-fo the black queen tattos all her pies She boils and she bakes and she never dots her i's
Forget your singalongs and your lullabies Surrender to the city of the fireflies Dance with the devil in beat with the band To hell with all of you hand in hand But now it's time to be gone, forever
Funny how love is everywhere just look and see Funny how love is anywhere you're bound to be Funny how love is every song in every key Funny how love is coming home in time for tea Funny, funny, funny Funny how love is the end of lies when the truth begins Tomorrow comes tomorrow brings Tomorrow brings love in the shape of things That's what love is, that's what love is
Funny how love is can break your heart so suddenly Funny how love came tumbling down with adam and eve Funny how love is running wild and feeling free Funny how live is coming home in time for tea Funny, funny, funny From the earth below to the heavens above That's how far and funny is love At any time, anywhere If you gotta make love do it everywhere That's what love is, that's what love is
Funny how love is everywhere just look and see Funny how love is anywhere you're bound to be Funny how love is every song and every key Funny how love is when you gotta hurry home Cause you're late for tea Funny, funny, funny how love is Tomorrow comes, tomorrow brings Tomorrow brings love in the shape of things At any time, anywhere If you gotta make love do it everywhere That's what love is, that's what love is
Fear me you lords and lady preachers I descend upon your earth from the skies I command your very souls you unbelievers Bring before me what is mine The seven seas of rhye
Can you hear me you peers and privvy counselors I stand before you naked to the eyes I will destroy any man who dares abuse my trust I swear that you'll be mine The seven seas of rhye
Sister, I live and lie for you Mister, do and I'll die You are mine I possess you, I belong to you forever
Storm the master-marathon I'll fly through By flash and thunder-fire I'll survive, I'll survive Then I'll defy the laws of nature and come out alive Then I'll get you Be gone with you, you shod and shady senators Give out the good, leave out the bad evil cries I challenge the mighty titan and his troubadours And with a smile I'll take you to the seven seas of rhye
おお〜ぅぉ ...Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, My warehouse eyes, my arabian drums, Should I leave them by your gate, Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?