1. |
Strange Way
05:41
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Strange way to start a revolution
Strange way to get a better tan
Strange way to hold a power breakfast
Strange way show your business plan
Strange way to test if wood would splinter
Strange way to do performance art
Strange way to say “I’ll see you later”
Strange way to leave behind your heart
Strange dissident of meekness
And nurse of tangled souls
And so unlike the holy
To end up full of holes
Strange way
Strange way to hang around for hours
Strange way to imitate a kite
Strange way to get a view of Auschwitz
Strange way to represent the light
Strange way to watch for stormy weather
Strange way to disprove gravity
Strange way to go around fund-raising
Strange way to sing I am liberty
Strange dissident of meekness
And nurse of tangled souls
And so unlike the holy
To end up full of holes
Strange way
Strange way to test for haemophillia
Strange way to spend a happy hour
Strange way to down a bitter cocktail
Strange way to merchandise your power
Strange way to reassure your mother
Strange way to finish your world tour
Strange way to pose for all those paintings
Strange way to gather in the poor
Strange dissident of meekness
And nurse of tangled souls
And so unlike the holy
To end up full of holes
This world is too much with us
Could we not now just elope?
Strange way to hold us closer
Strange way to give us hope
Strange way
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2. |
I Will Follow
03:55
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I’ve been looking to the time when I first met you.
When life seemed so sweet, seemed so right.
And I know you never change.
I know you never will.
But the winds of life have blown me all around
I will follow you
I must go on and on
I will follow
Wherever you lead me I will follow on
And the lies that they fed me,
Are the lies that I lived.
And they have their fill,
And they leave me all alone
As I run across this desert
As I run into your arms,
I feel the depth of your love
Like I’ve never known
I will follow you
I must go on and on
I will follow
Wherever you lead me I will follow on
And the passion is in my spirit,
Is the passion in my soul
Keeps me burning, keeps me running on and on
I will follow you
I must go on and on
I will follow
Wherever you lead me I will follow on
I will follow you
I must go on and on
I will follow
Wherever you lead me I will follow on.
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3. |
Cold Heart Of England
03:33
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Hard winds are blowing down the High Street today
Just look around you
Family firms selling up and moving away
And the names that surround you
And though they’re familiar you don’t feel at home
When you could be in Kansas, you could be in Rome
All closing down in the small country towns
In the cold heart of England
You don’t see the stars when the light’s overspill
Is too bright and too strong
From hundreds of homes on the side of the hill
Just where did we come from?
Now we’ve been told to build ten thousand more
And cover the countryside we came here for
Trees coming down on the edge of the town
In the cold heart of England
Well it’s Saturday night with the boys in the square
The cars and the fights, broken glass everywhere
I’ve no picture postcard to send you from there
It’s the cold heart of England
So it’s grey supermarkets, instead of green fields
To pay all our wages
‘Til we’re choking in traffic and tied to the wheels
Like cattle in cages
And if you work within limits the law will allow
You’ll find the land’s under concrete instead of the plough
Where are you Swampy? We need you right now
In the cold heart of England
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4. |
Digging Down
02:16
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Come listen to me and I’ll sing you a song,
It might offend you it won’t take me long.
It’s of the bold diggers at Fairmile camp,
deep underground in the cold and the damp.
Digging down down down, digging down.
There’s Ian, and Animal, Pete and Welsh John,
and Swampy of fame I’ll include in my song.
There’s no finer diggers in Devon it’s true,
and the poor and the sheriff don’t know what to do.
Digging down down down, digging down.
Swampy said this new road is a terrible thing,
Just think of the damage and ruin you’ll bring.
We’ve only one planet or have you forgot
Would the cameras be here without us? I think not.
Digging down down down, digging down.
So the bailiffs they dug and they shored up with planks
While hundreds of policemen they stood by in ranks.
They thought they had reached them but soon felt quite sick
When they found a steel door that was 5 inches thick.
Digging down down down, digging down.
So here’s to the fine moles of old Fairmile copse
They’ll be there in sprit until the road stops.
Lift up your voices and raise up your glass
They gave the road builders a kick up the arse
Digging down down down, digging down.
Digging down down down, digging down.
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5. |
Thunder And Rainbows
04:08
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The light or the shade, concealed or displayed
Enemies, friends, opposite ends
Bitter or sweet, ruffled or neat
Feathers or lead, silent or said
Generous or mean, corporate or green
Vagrant or lord, the dove or the sword
Distinct or obscure, prosperous or poor
Devil or saint, we are and we ain't
Intricate mysteries
Life's secret code
Cul-de-sac signposts
On yellow brickroads
Ambiguous answers
The question's still "Why"
Thunder and rainbows
From the same sky
Champagne or dust, banquet or crust
Authentic or fake, angel or snake
Flower or thorn, prestine or torn
Desert or sea, the throne and the tree
Intricate mysteries
Life's secret code
Cul-de-sac signposts
On yellow brickroads
Ambiguous answers
The question's still "Why"
Thunder and rainbows
From the same sky
The light or the shade, concealed or displayed
Enemies, friends, opposite ends
Flower or thorn, prestine or torn
Desert or sea, the throne and the tree
Intricate mysteries
Life's secret code
Cul-de-sac signposts
On yellow brickroads
Ambiguous answers
The question's still "Why"
Thunder and rainbows
From the same sky.
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6. |
The Galway Farmer
04:26
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I work my days on a Galway farm
In the sun and rain, wind and storm.
But once a year I'll chance my arm,
And cross the sea to England.
I'll scrimp and save two thousand pounds,
Spend a week in Cheltenham town,
But the racing over all weighs down;
I come back poor from England.
I dreamed one night before I left
A coal-black mare with a white-star chest
Crosesd the line and beat the rest
I came back rich to Galway.
Rose at dawn, drove all day
Thinking, wond'ring all the way:
"Lady Luck have you come to stay,
To steal away my mourning?"
When I got to Cheltenham town,
Irish faces all around.
No bed, no mattress to be found;
I slept on the hillside.
Spent three days in the viewing ring,
Saw the horses as they lead in.
Just when I was giving in
I stood and stared in wonder.
With stamping hooves and steaming breath,
A coal-black mare with a white-star chest.
I ran my finger down the list,
Matched the name and number.
Lady Luck had come half-way:
The horse's name was "Galway Bay".
20-1 the odds that day.
I went to make my wager.
I counted out two thousand pounds,
Held it high, slapped it down.
The bookie smiled but made no sound.
I knew what he was thinking.
I was the biggest loser in the land.
With a pounding heart, shaking hand
I made my way up to the stand
As the horses came to order.
But at the first, she nearly fell
And I cursed my farmer's luck to hell.
The second and third she took quite well,
But way behind the leaders.
Then moving sweetly from the back
She found the rails and caught the pack
Ten to go, and from the track,
The hooves were drumming thunder.
Instrumental
Drumming thunder! Come on Galway Bay! (etc.)
She's catching horses one by one,
Bridle flashing in the sun.
Eight to go, a mile to run,
Two to run before her.
On the straight, down they sped
Left one at the last for dead.
Caught the next, and by a head
She came home the winner!
So I came back to my Galway Farm
A wiser and a richer man.
Never again to chance my arm
Across the sea to England.
'Cause Lady Luck was mine that day;
I held her close, went my way.
Raise a glass to Galway Bay
And the dreams of a Galway farmer!
I've won!
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7. |
The One
04:39
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Hey there lonely with your life on hold
Uptight and terrified of getting old
Saving your affection for the Special One
The ideal lover who will never come
Bid Mister Fantasy a fond farewell
Your ideal lover boy you know him well
Why keep searching for the eyes of blue
When the eyes of love are looking right at you?
Won't be the lover that you might expect
He's been like a brother since the day you met
He sees your weakness and he knows your faults
But you don't seem to notice him at all
The one you run to when you're all alone
With endless confessions on the telephone
The one who's fun whenever life's a party
The one who hugs you when you're brokenhearted -
The One... he's The Only One
He's The One... he's The Only One
Don't try to tell me it would be a crime
To mess up your friendship after all this time
Have you ever listened to a word he's said -
Forget the friend and see the man instead
He wants your loving, what did you expect
Along with your tenderness and deep respect
His lips are gentle but his hands are firm
Hold tight now, you got a lot to learn, from
The One... from The Only One
He's The One... he's The Only One
And it's you, you, you, you, you...
Couldn't care less about the lies you tell
Bad or angry, you can be yourself
Couldn't care less about the mess you're in
Couldn't care less about your next of kin
Doesn't give a damn about the clothes you wear
Doesn't give a damn about the state of your hair
Doesn't give a damn about the life you've led
Doesn't give a damn whoever shared your bed
You're The One... you're The Only One
You're The One... you're The Only One
And it's you, you, you, you, you...
You're The One
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8. |
Cardiff Bay
06:14
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Took my son and his tear stained face out of Sunday School
As Chapel Hymns began to fade away
Left his mother with the other as we drove across our town
Going to the place where the seagulls and the cranes play
On a Sunday over Cardiff Bay
This is one day of our lives
And on a Sunday over Cardiff Bay
Know that I love you
All of my life
And the old man in the side street he made you smile
Waved at us both so we both waved back
Down on through Bute Street to the mud of the low tide
They tear the old things down my son, but some things stay the
Same
On a Sunday over Cardiff Bay
This is one day of our lives
And on a Sunday over Cardiff Bay
Know that I love you
All of my life
Saw Captain Scott on the Terranova
Setting sail for open sea
And mayeb one day when you're older
You'll come down this way and think of me
It'll be a Sunday over Cardiff Bay
Just one day of your life
And on that Sunday over Cardiff Bay
Know that I loved you.
On a Sunday over Cardiff Bay
This is one day of our lives
And on a Sunday over Cardiff Bay
Know that I love you
I hope that's alright
All of my life
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9. |
Yeovil Town
04:29
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t was ten years ago I did a show
In a bar in Yeovil town
No one came I was packing in the rain
I got hungry and went to look around
It was late and dark I stopped and parked
By a chippy in a one way street
I hadn’t ordered before in through the door
Came a nightmare swaying on his feet
He was about my size red around the eyes
Smelling of glue and beer
A dotted line across his throat “cut here” said the note
I thought “I’d rather not be here”
He came into my space a foot from my face
I took my right hand slowly from my coat
But he wasn’t that slow “Are ya gonna ‘ave a go,
are you man or a mouse” – and I quote
That night in Yeovil town
Well the scars on his head went well with the web
Of the spiderman tattooed on his ear
My heart overtime pumped a heady red wine
Of anger, adrenalin and fear.
Then in from the rain a heavy metal couple came
And the frozen moment passed
My order arrived I pushed him aside
And I was outside, and I was looking in the glass
With my food in my lap staring at the map
Searching for the way out of town
Then round the bend came my new-found friend
And I thought “I’m gonna run the bastard down”
That night in Yeovil town
Well I started up the car, he wasn’t too far away
Staggering in the middle of the road
I saw fright in the white headlights
Dear God, I only just slowerd
He put his hands out, gave the front a clout
And seeing it was me inside
Threw his chips on the floor staggered round to my door
The second that the engine died
A black night in Yeovil town
Had to run away from Yeovil town
I was struggling with the lock, he was picking up a rock
Finally the motor fired
I sped into the night, hadn’t touched a bite
That day I nearly retired
And the moral of the song, it won’t take long
You might want to write this down
Don’t tempt fate, never eat late and keep away from Yeovil town
Keep away from Yeovil town
Well away from Yeovil town
Keep away from Yeovil town
I had to run
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10. |
Please Sir
04:54
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She was always a very pretty lady
He had always caught her eye
They were married in a mining valley
And swore they’d be together until the day that they died
Twenty years later with the coal all gone
And golden lamp in his hand
He stands at the bar with a pint in his hand and his friends
They all agree together that they don’t understand
Meanwhile little David takes his books off to school
And learns of the times gone past
And when it comes to questions he puts up his hand
There’s something that he just wants to ask
Please sir can you give me an answer
Please sir you know it doesn’t seem fair
‘Cos last night as I walked through the door
I thought I saw my father crying sat in his chair
She stood there with her arms around him and she said
She promised him a better day
But after twenty years of working underground
It’s not just your job that they take away
Sometimes he’d walk to the edge of his world
And stare at the valley below
He thought about leaving maybe running away
But knew there was nowhere to go
Please sir can you give me an answer
Please sir you know I just can’t see
Please sir when you make these decisions
Do you have a vision of what happens to me
Life goes on in a mining valley
But the young men leave for a better wage
And every day he coughs and he splutters
He knows love is the reason he stays
He knows love is the reason he stays
Meanwhile little David takes his books off to school
And learns of the times gone past
And when it comes to questions he puts up his and
There’s something that he just wants to ask
Please sir can you give me an answer
Please sir you know it doesn’t seem fair
‘Cos last night as I walked through the door
I thought I saw my daddy crying sat in his chair
Please sir can you give me and answer
Please sir you know I just can’t see
Please sir when you make these decisions
Do you have a vision of what happens to me
Do you know what happens to the likes of me?
Please take a look, take a look now
Take a look and see
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11. |
War Baby
05:31
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Only the very young and the very beautiful can be so aloof
Hanging out with the boys, all swagger and poise
I don't even care what other people are there
I just stare and stare and stare
I see your shadow in the swimming pool
I see your face in the shaving mirror
Time and time and time again
I follow your footsteps so quietly up the backstairs
And I hope and I pray you're never going to find me there
Smooth skin and tenderness long ago on a dark night
Wish I could see you once again just to remember it was true
I want to be still beside you - quiet and still beside you
Listening to your breathing and feeling your warmth again
War baby - you were a
War baby - this means
War baby - I'm scared, so scared
Of whatever it is you keep putting me through
I don't think I could stand another ten years of this fighting
All this stabbing and wounding - only getting my own back
I don't want to batter you to your feet and knees and elbows
When I'm kneeling like a candle at the foot of my own bed
Corresponding disasters every night on the TV
Sickening reality keeps gripping me in its guts
All my friends talk and joke and laugh about Armageddon
But like a nightmare it's still waiting there at the end of every day
War baby - you were a
War baby - this means
War baby - I'm scared, so scared
Of whatever it is you keep putting me through
I don't think I could stand another ten years of this fighting
All this stabbing and wounding - only getting my own back
But later that same evening we were out in the car talking
When I suddenly wondered who the hell it was we were trying to fool
Because you were the first one that I ever wanted
And it's you I come home to... at the end of every day
Like a mother-sucking baby, demanding and so helpless
A little old balding man, all wrinkles and bulging eyes
War baby - you were a
War baby - this means
War baby - I'm scared, so scared
Of whatever it is you keep putting me through
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12. |
Wake Me Up
04:04
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I’ve seen a lot and a lot I’ve seen
Hope I never stop dreaming if you know what I mean
Sometimes it all ends in disarray
Sometimes I feel myself slipping away
Chorus
My soul’s asleep now, wake me up
My body’s fading, wake me up
My soul’s asleep, come on and wake me up
Baby it’s subtle and it does it well
I just walk on through underneath that spell
Flashing lights and jamboree
Baby the world drains the life out of me
Repeat Chorus
On these streets I’m blind
Though the road is signed
I gotta look behind to find my way
This could be the matinee
The remains of the day
I try to stay awake but I’m slipping away
Repeat Chorus
I’ve seen a lot and a lot I’ve seen
Sometimes I fall through the gaps in between
And then world it begins to sway
Pretty soon I can feel myself slipping away
Wake me up
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13. |
Killing Fields
04:17
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I fell in love with the bleak fields and sombre streets of Ieper
A place of rain and wide horizons
Its renaissance greatness resurrected
In the winter mists of fen and flatland.
The shadow of tragedy heavy on the landscape...
Mass graves, grassy craters - drizzle, silence and bad drains
Beer, chocolate and death.
I fell in love with impossibly foxy men and women;
Boys and girls called Bart and Ilse,
Wim, Luc, Annalies, Ariane & Lieve...
Faces straight out of Van Eyck paintings
Arguing and laughing over beers in bars.
Not the bland blonds of Holland & the North
But tempered by latin blood, gallic madness
And cursed with a fatal romantic yearning
My heart longed to know them all by name
Killing Fields, in the Killing Fields
Sitting here drinking in the killing fields
Killing Fields, in the Killing Fields
Kissing and drinking in the killing fields
I fell in love with a maddening language
Ancient, subtle and gutteral:
Mouthfuls of vowels, impossible consonants
Dialects different in every village;
Underpinned by an invisible linguistic rift
And the strife of life on an ethnic faultline
A land jackboot-trampled twice in a century;
The appalling scrawl of spraycan racists
Forgetting the terrible lesson of history
And eager only to repeat it.
I fell in love with a capital city north of Napoleon's Waterloo
Multilingual, rich with immigrants
With a passion for fashion, food and politics & music
African jazz, Parisian hip-hop,
Homegrown house and a riotous nightlife,
Grand cafés in filthy buildings
playing Toots Thielamans & Django Reinhardt
Boulevards jammed with trams and taxis
The sad, magnificent, sprawling, seedy metropolis
At the very heart of Old Europe
Sitting and drinking....in the Killing Fields
Smoking and joking....in the Killing Fields
Living & loving....in the Killing Fields
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14. |
You Tattooed Me
05:52
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Stranded in Antwerp in June '54
Streets full of refugees
And rumours of war
In a queue at the station a stranger arrived
You walked up and fixed me with wild hazel eyes
But the hotel was crowded - I followed in fright
You slammed the door behind us, smashed out the light
You said "don't try to fight it" - to my racing heart
Then we nuzzled like animals
And kissed in the dark
We wrecked the bed, spent the rent
Left there without a cent
Drank the fare, missed teh last train
Unti 25 I was barely alive
So I wondered what hit me
When you tattooed me... tattooed me
You tattooed me... tattooed me
I wondered what hit me when you came
Shacked up that winter behind basement doors
Bugs in the blanket, broken glass on the floor
We were penniless and hungry, with quarrels and fights
I coughed blood thru that winter - I felt so alive
Until on that fatal day you signed your life away
And I was too weak for alarm
Drunk in my sleep
When you left for the fleet… oh you tattooed your name on my arm
Yeah you tattooed me... tattooed me
Ohh-oh
You tattooed me... tattooed me
Your name with a needle - on my arm
Your name on my arm
Ohh-oh, oh-ohhhh, ohh-oh, oh-ohhhh
But with the peace in Geneva the world crawled away
From the edge of oblivion and we all breathed again
I heard you deserted but no letters came
My life was in pieces, but I started again
When I was on the mend I drifted back to Zaventem
Worked there unloading the planes
I paid my way on a thousand a day
But I never did see you again
But you tattooed me... tattooed me
You tattooed me... tattooed me - never again
You tattooed me... tattooed me
The mark of the needle remains
You tattooed me... tattooed me
Your name, your name on my arm
You tattooed me... tattooed me
And I never did see you again again
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The southern chalk downland is soaked after weeks of hard rain,
The streams that were dry since the war, they’re flowing again,
But the water’s still rising, it’s only a metre below
The streets of the old county town, it’s got nowhere to go,
And the river runs out of these hills, and the cellar is starting to fill.
The fields and the farmland lie under their blanket of mud,
It’s soaking the roots and the branches; it’s rotting the buds,
Round here everyone’s counting the cost of the flood,
Cost of the flood
Yet under the cruel sun, the desert drifts ever more south,
Like the spars of old ships, the cattle bones bleach in the drought,
When they’re weary of praying for rain, all the young men are heading for Spain
But the shoreline was just beyond reach and now someone lies drowned,
Where the lovers stretch out on the beaches that border the towns,
Round here everyone’s watching the world spinning round
Spinning round
So let’s stand on the white cliffs and look over to France,
Where hundreds are waiting for darkness to take one more chance,
As the trucks in the neon-lit parks become cages instead of an ark
Our credit is worthless, the aid and investments no good,
When they’re paying their debts with their families, our loans back with blood,
Now the dam has been breached; it’s the year of the flood
It’s the year of the flood
It’s the year of the flood
The year of the flood
It’s the year of the flood
And a rain is gonna fall
In the year of the flood
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16. |
2-4-6-8 Motorway
03:24
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Drive my truck midway to the motorway station
Fairlane cruiser coming up on the left hand side
Headlight shining, driving rain on the window frame
Little young Lady Stardust hitching a ride... and it's
2-4-6-8 ain't never too late
Me and my radio truckin' on thru the night
3-5-7-9 on a double white line
Motorway sun coming up with the morning light
Whizzkid sitting pretty on your two-wheel stallion
This ol' ten-ton lorry got a bead on you
Ain't no use setting up with a bad companion
Ain't nobody get the better of you-know-who
2-4-6-8 ain't never too late
Me and my radio truckin' on thru the night
3-5-7-9 on a double white line
Motorway sun coming up with the morning light
Well there ain't no route you could choose to lose the two of us
Ain't nobody know when you're acting right or wrong
No-one knows if a roadway's leading nowhere
Gonna keep on driving home on the road I'm on...
2-4-6-8 ain't never too late
Me and my radio truckin' on thru the night
3-5-7-9 on a double white line
Motorway sun coming up with the morning light
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17. |
Are We Alright
03:41
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You don’t need to shout
You don’t need to cry
Paint on the front door
Or laugh in the clouds
I had a moment’s fear
That you can put to flight
Just reassure me
That we’re alright
Are we alright?
Are we still strong?
We’ve got one last chance
So don’t get it wrong
Cos I will hold my breath
I will count to ten
When I open my eyes
I will ask again
So don’t make me beg
Don’t make me plead
Leave me with some dignity
I will stay cool and calm tonight
I just need to know if we are still alright
You know it won’t take much
To turn black to white
Just one gentle touch
I’ve been awake for hours
I wanna sleep tonight
Won’t you tell me
That we’re alright?
So don’t make me beg
Don’t make me plead
Leave me with some dignity
Are we all right
Are we still strong
We’ve got one last chance
Don’t get it wrong
I’ve been awake for hours
I wanna sleep tonight
Come on tell me
That we’re alright
Are we alright
Are we alright
Just reassure me that we’re alright
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18. |
One Of Us
08:14
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So one of these nights and about twelve o'clock
This old world's going to reel and rock
Saints will tremble and cry for pain
For the Lord's gonna come in his heavenly airplane
If God had a name, what would it be?
And would you call it to his face
If you were faced with Him in all His glory?
What would you ask if you had just one question?
And yeah, yeah, God is great
Yeah, yeah, God is good
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us?
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make His way home?
If God had a face, what would it look like?
And would you want to see
If seeing meant that you would have to believe
In things like Heaven and in Jesus and the saints
And all the prophets? And...
Yeah, yeah, God is great
Yeah, yeah, God is good
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make His way home?
Tryin' to make His way home
Back up to Heaven all alone
Nobody callin' on the phone
'Cept for the Pope, maybe, in Rome
Yeah, yeah, God is great
Yeah, yeah, God is good
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make His way home?
Just tryin' to make His way home
Like a holy rolling stone
Back up to Heaven all alone
Just tryin' to make His way home
Nobody callin' on the phone
'Cept for the Pope, maybe, in Rome
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19. |
The Thin Green Line
05:45
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We're faced with mile-high piles of money sitting in banks
Gold bars, credit cards, aeroplanes and tanks
Buy, buy, satisfy, call me when you're rich
Cheap food, cows dying in a ditch
We're having a hard time
Holding the thin green line
We're faced with out of town shopping malls, suburban housing boom
Inner city empty lots, damp in all the rooms
Bulls and bears, speculators, Euros, Yen
And the baby's crying again
We're having a hard time
Holding the thin green line
So come on down to the bottle bank
Make your deposit and relax
Nothing's going on behind your backs
We'll make all the big decisions
You just watch the television...
Smash the brown! Smash the green! Smash the clear!
It won't happen here
We're having a hard time
Holding the thin green line
We watch the last of the species - vanish from the screens
And get replaced by killer dogs & their men on the scene
There are peeping toms, pop songs, crime & sin & sex
All spewing out on newsprint while the forest dies a death
They're cooling down reactors while the natives die of thirst
They say let's all pull together - you first
We're having a hard time
Holding the thin green line
They say let's all pull together (you first !!!)
Let's all pull together (you first !!!)
Let's all pull together (you first !!!)
But they never pull together
No wonder we're having a hard time
Holding the thin green line
We're having a hard time
Holding the thin green line.
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20. |
I've Got Faith In You
05:53
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I’ve no confidence in the afterlife
But I got faith in you
Maybe lightning will strike twice
But I got faith in you
And the man who gets my cards and go
I got faith in you
He plants the seeds, makes them grow,
And I got faith in you
Those who work right through the night
To care when there’s no-one in sight
And do their best to make things right
Oh I got faith in you.
And I know we’re surrounded with a million worlds to share
Do you really think that someone up there cares?
Well Mr Hughes and Mr Jones
I got faith in you
Your work is printed on my bones
So I got faith in you
Stronger than some background noise
Is the power in the human voice
To unlock doors and give us choice
And I got faith in you
And I know we’re surrounded with a million worlds to share
Are you really sure that someone up there cares?
And when I lay my head to rest
I got faith in you
That every day you did your best
And I got faith in you
You made me sure about my place
On this earth and in this race
I can’t thank you face to face
But I got faith in you
No I got faith in you
Oh I got faith in you
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21. |
Come A Long Way
05:10
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Tom Robinson London, UK
Tom Robinson (b.1950) is a UK songwriter & broadcaster first known in the 70s as an anti-racist and LGBT campaigner. He released 19 albums between 1975-2001 with various bands and has co-written songs with Elton John, Peter Gabriel, Dan Hartman and Manu Katché. He's an award-winning presenter at BBC Radio 6 Music, and released Only The Now (his first album in 19 years) in October 2015. ... more
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