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Still Loving You [1986]

by Tom Robinson

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1.
Lock that door and turn out the light Close the curtain on the world outside Under the cover where I'm safe and warm Feel so happy, like I'd never been born... Feel so good... like I never been born Don't bother knocking on my bedroom door When I get this obsession I don't care no more The need is on me and my need comes first Feel like the centre of the universe Feel so good... like the centre of the universe And it feels so good But it's the worst feeling I've ever had If it feels so good Why does it always hurt so bad I gotta get some money and I don't care how I need satisfaction and I need it now Gimme a problem and I'll fix it fast But satisfaction just don't last... Feel so good... but satisfaction just don't last And it feels so good (feel so good) But it's the worst feeling I've ever had If it feels so good (feel so good) Why does it always hurt so bad Laid on the line I've been waiting and aching Wasting my time If I've got a problem Well at least it's mine
2.
I've been around, I've had my kicks And I've picked up one or two party tricks There's those that drink, those that smoke And those that like a little line of coke There's cocaine places, cocaine folks Cocaine mirrors and cocaine jokes It's a little bit wicked and widely done And everybody tells you it's a bunch of fun Well it ain't as sweet as people say You're up all night but you're down all day It rots your nostrils, burns your brain And it kills your liver instead of your pain You call up dealers, rack your brains When they ain't at home or the line's engaged In your heart of hearts you know it's true Cocaine's a killer - and it's killing you Well you're killing off years of your life right now Cos we might all die soon anyhow Well in five years time you're gonna look so dumb When we haven't been blown to Kingdom Come Remember life before cocaine - Ain't it time you started living again You spend your money hand over fist In an ideal world would you live like this? Now I'm not saying it's morally wrong I did it myself for far too long And I'm not saying I know better than you - I'm saying I know and you know it too I ain't no killjoy, ain't no shrink And I ain't a preacher - whatever you think I'm simply giving my point of view And if you don't like it... fuck you The real thing... It ain't nothing like the real thing... The real thing... I'm talking 'bout the real thing... (Charlie C - you're such a creep Got no money, get no sleep Tense and edgy, ill at ease Taking my friends away from me Charlie bastard - you're to blame, Acting crazy, feel insane If I had my time again I'd never mess with King Cocaine...)
3.
I still recall those crazy nights Days our love was at its height The madness and the passion that we shared Waking early in the gloom Beside you in that bedsit room Magazines and letters everywhere Payphone ringing in the hall Cheap emulsion on the walls The smell of winter in the air With you I feel alive and clean And happier than I've ever been When I'm alone it's hard to bear One day I will lose you and that I know But sure as hell I'm gonna be yours forever And till that day I'll still be loving you The way I do while we're together Be loving you... still loving you The day we went back to the place You spent your wild unhappy days The hometown of a teenage refugee I lay beside you on the grass As trains to London thundered past The ghost of who you used to be One day I will lose you and that I know But sure as hell I'm gonna be yours forever And till that day I'll still be loving you The way I do while we're together Be loving you... still loving you Silences and sudden strains Fall between us now again I know you're always on your guard But you don't have to be sweet to me Be what you want to be - Be rude and brutal if you are One day I will lose you and that I know But sure as hell I'm gonna be yours forever And till that day I'll still be loving you The way I do while we're together Be loving you... still loving you
4.
Telegraph poles keep passing by Cable looping in a hazy sky Great North Eastern in the rain Never thought I'd be back here again But tonight... This station with the name I still remember Is a place I'm passing through Take me home again... been too long on my own Take me home again... still living all alone Take me home again... to the place I used to go Take me home again... to a face I used to know When love was just a heartbeat away Tonight, tonight... Tonight, tonight... High wind howling, fallen slate Scuttle and ashpan in the grate Wick on the kelly lamp burning bright Wait till your Daddy gets home tonight But tonight... This station with a name I still remember Is a place I'm passing through Take me home again... to the place I still recall Take me home again... want to walk in through the door Take me home again... to the place I used to go Take me home again... to a face I used to know When love was just a heartbeat away
5.
I was stranded up in Antwerp in the Summer of '54 There were teeming streets full of refugees And rumours of a new world war I was waiting at the station when a newcomer arrived As you took your place you fixed me with those crazy hazel eyes... Well the boarding house was crowded where I brought you back in fright You ignored them all and slammed the door then smashed the electric light You said 'why try to fight it?' - I could feel my racing heart Then you nuzzled up like an animal And you kissed me in the dark We wrecked the bed and spent the rent And left one night without a cent I drank the fare and never made the train Till I was 25 I was only half alive And I hardly knew what hit me when you came And tattooed me... tattooed me Oh I hardly knew what hit me when you came We shacked up in a basement with a crippled old senor With bedbugs in the blankets, broken bottles on the floor We were penniless and hungry, having arguments and fights I was coughing up blood all winter but I'd never been more alive And then I was sick one day you volunteered your life away While I was way too weak to be alarmed And when I was sound asleep as you left to join the fleet You tattooed your name with a needle in my arm You tattooed me... tattooed me Tattooed your name with a needle in my arm With the armistice in Dublin we slowly crawled away From the brink of the unthinkable and began to breathe each day There were rumours you'd deserted, then no more letters came My life was wrecked but I did my best to pick up the bits again And then when I was on the mend I drifted back to Zaventem And worked unloading cargo from a plane I began to pay my way on a thousand francs a day And as time went by I realised we'd never meet again You tattooed me... tattooed me And I realised we'd never meet again You tattooed me... tattooed me Oh I realised we'd never meet again
6.
Got a pre-war hotrodded Super Estelle She been fitted with the four wheel drive And she flies like a rocket if the octane's hot And the time and the lights are right Well we took the old road from Rostock In the moonshine clear and bright Where you can make180 on the straight When the radar's off for the night The Northbound carriageway's covered in cars There's a couple of bridges down But you figure out the sliproads soon enough When you know your way around Drive all night, drive all day Trying to drive my worries away We crossed the border 'bout a quarter to four As my brain began to ache With the checkpoints empty and the turnpike clear As the day began to break Well we had a few packs of vaccine And a crateful of Duracell Two's So we tanked her up and took a couple of cans At a backstreet depot in Bruges We ran into a lone control point And it could have been the end of the line But they recognised Eddie and they waved us on And they took apart the car behind Drive all night, drive all day Trying to drive my worries away There were gasoline robbers at Salzburg And we only had a couple of rounds It was touch and go for an hour or so But we shook 'em with our foot right down Drive all night, drive all day Trying to drive my worries away
7.
Sick and lonely to a man Cutting through the Zuider See Limping in to Amsterdam Battle weary and fatigued Docking on Saint Stephen's Eve As four and twenty hours of foreign leave Came into sight Saw the city shining bright A beacon in this flooded countryside We'll spend the night... Living in a love town We were hungry to a man Living in a love town In the heart of Amsterdam Boys and women on the quay Broken english in the street Cold and famine sweeping south Such a welcome still we meet After half a year at sea The cobblestones and snow beneath our feet Were soft and sweet Castaways from far and wide Wrecked together in this town tonight On every side... Living in a love town... we were hungry to a man Living in a love town... in the heart of Amsterdam Living in a love town... as the carnival began Living in a love town... After half a year at sea The cobblestones and snow beneath our feet Were soft and sweet Saw the city shining bright A beacon in this flooded countryside We'll spend the night Cast away from far and wide Wrecked together in this town tonight On every side... Living in a love town... we were hungry to a man Living in a love town... in the heart of Amsterdam Living in a love town... as the carnival began Living in a love town...
8.
Spain 04:31
Leaving London in the pouring rain Climbed high into the blue again Over Europe, above an ocean I was out on my own On the tarmac, sunlight in my eyes Like a furnace - half hypnotised In the haze I saw the mainland Then I knew you were home Spain... I finally came to Spain Across the straits in Spain Where I want to be... Won't you come home with me? Battered taxis in the marketplace Narrow streets, little alleyways I was restless - kind of breathless Still trapped in the past Nightfall under the battlements Sidewalk cafes and mandolines Across a table in the lamplight When I met you at last Spain... I finally came to Spain Across the straits in Spain Where I want to be... Won't you come home with me? Spain... you finally found me Spain... your arms around me Spain... where I want to stay Won't you come home Don't go - won't you stay with me Leave home, fly away with me Who will find us or remind us When our moment is gone Spain... I finally came to Spain Across the straits in Spain Where I want to be... Won't you come home with me? Spain... you finally found me Spain... your arms around me Spain... where I want to stay Won't you come home
9.
When I met you It was midway through the summer Wearing dungarees Like a Dexy's Midnight Runner We spent three or four weeks together And hit the rocks in no time whatsoever I've chewed right through the end of my tether It looks like we ain't gonna live forever in clover Call me arrogant - perhaps I am But I ain't a tramp and this little romance Is over... it's all over Every time there's a break in the conversation You imagine I'm lost in admiration You may be cute but you ain't no sensation And I can do without the aggravation Whoever might be my ideal dream I know it ain't gonna be some teenage poser You still think I wanna get into your pants You're crazy baby - this little romance Is over... it's all over You call me hard and cold You must be joking When I get close You only put the spoke in Please don't bother to write or try to phone me I know you tell your friends how you've outgrown me How come you're acting so surprised - I keep my ears and both of my eyes wide open Why bother giving it one more chance The magic's missing - this little romance is over I don't give a monkey's, don't give a damn I'm happier now this little romance Is over... it's all over
10.
The Wedding 05:46
It was a winter Sunday in the centre of town In the middle of the Advent madness Fading daylight, gusts of rain Christmas carols playing on the brain - and on the radio On the radio... I could see the other guests arriving In Range Rovers and MG midgets Sprayed lime green and vomit orange Princess Di lookalikes in county twinsets Would-be whizzkids and down-at-heel Cambridge playboys Wearing Moss Bros suits and hand-me-down sports jackets The theatrical profession at prayer... And I.... felt so out of place. Yes I felt so out of place An overbearing organist was playing to the waiting congregation Sightreading madly and badly out of time Before the bride arrived Heads were turning and the whispering spread As you stood in the aisle staring straight ahead Like Lazarus risen up from the dead in a formal morning coat; Prayers were offered - a lesson was read One or two crocodile sniffles were shed And someone whispered "Doesn't she just look wonderful?" With a dry crack in the voice. (But) I felt like a leper and a traitor too To everything we once knew was true You avoided my eye and I knew that you knew And something in my heart screamed no... Something in my heart screamed no It isn't the bride that I wanna kiss It isn't your friendship I'm gonna miss It's not that I wanted a life like this But I'm doing fine... I'm doing fine A part of my childhood I remembered the places and people we'd known Summers we spent on the disused aerodrome All the double-edged jokes in a private code In our very own private language And if I could still ride my bike home across that windswept runway Well I'd do it again today... Well I'd do it again today... And now here we were all these years later Still living in the shadow of a mushroom cloud As we mumbled the Lord's prayer together And asked for The Peace Which Passeth All Understanding And if I sound bitter it's because I'm alone Under alien colours, and in an alien zone And though I know the language well it isn't my own And I really don't belong here It isn't the bride that I wanna kiss It isn't your friendship I'm gonna miss It's not that I wanted a life like this A little part of my childhood died It isn't the bride that I wanna kiss It isn't your friendship I'm gonna miss Oh, it's not that I wanted it to end like this With water and wine, water and wine... That's the way it goes... Well I guess I'm just paying my respects to you For the sake of who we used to be... I guess I'm just paying my respects to you For the sake of who we used to be.
11.
Walk on by - please don't cry Not one teardrop for me Honey 'cos your time ain't long I can't hear words you say See your eyes and turn away So this can't be where I belong You say you love me - and you're fair And the light shines in your hair But it makes no difference to what we know Pretty baby it's time to go back home And think it over - all day long Just think it over - you know it's wrong It's not the kind of loving To make a weak man strong Close your eyes - count to ten When you open them again Chances are that I'll be gone It's no use to explain All those same old things again They're no use to dwell upon Those old mistakes we think we made But when all is said and done We're just afraid to say goodbye But there really is no reason why We should hang on - another day As time goes on - and rolls away Into the past - and there we stay.
12.
I've been around & I've had my kicks And I've picked up one or two party tricks There's those that drink, those that smoke And those that like a little line of coke There's cocaine places, cocaine folks Cocaine mirrors and cocaine jokes It's a little bit wicked and widely done And everybody says it's just a bunch of fun Well it ain't as sweet as people say You're up all night but you're down all day It rots your nostrils, burns your brain And it kills your liver instead of your pain You call up dealers, rack your brains When they ain't at home or the line's engaged In your heart of hearts you know it's true Cocaine's a killer - and it's killing you The Real Thing Ain't nothing like the Real Thing, no no The Real Thing I'm talking 'bout the Real Thing, yeah yeah You're killing off years of your life right now Cos we might all die soon anyhow Well in five years time you're gonna look so dumb When we haven't been blown to kingdom come Remember life before cocaine - Ain't it time you started living again Spend your money hand over fist In an ideal world would you live like this? The Real Thing Ain't nothing like the Real Thing, no no The Real Thing I'm talking 'bout the Real Thing, yeah yeah Now I'm not saying it's morally wrong I've done it myself for far too long And I'm not saying I know better than you - I'm saying I know and you know it too I ain't no killjoy, ain't no shrink And I ain't a preacher - whatever you think I'm simply giving my point of view And if you don't like it... Fuck you The Real Thing Ain't nothing like the Real Thing, no no The Real Thing I'm talking 'bout the Real Thing, yeah yeah
13.
We found so much to do More to do... than we had the time We'd chase whatever moved Never lose... till I went down the mine We knew, or thought we knew All there was to know - like young men do And we were happy too Played the fool - till I went down the mine Life was just one big round The rain was never pissing down Grey and slanting northern rain Will our lives ever feel the same You wave the boys off - what a game Washed up, dried up, put away Staring at the window pane At nothing but northern rain Now that you've grown When you leave home We'll just have one less to care for Left on our own Sometimes I wonder what are we here for God knows what I'm supposed to do With my time - yesterday it was fine It's no use without you Grey and slanting northern rain Will our lives ever feel the same You wave the boys off - what a game Washed up, dried up, put away Staring at the window pane, at Nothing but northern... Nothing but northern... Nothing but northern... rain Goodnight Mr Bolton Goodnight, lad...
14.
Dressed for the disco ready to kill Gonna burst my buttons And drink my fill tonight - alright I've been sitting on the sidelines far too long If I play my cards well I can't go wrong tonight - alright And I won't give a damn about the whole wide world If a Northern boy meets a working girl At the Saturday disco Once in a while there's a God-sent chance And I've just seen mine Walk into this dance tonight - alright Seems he's finally seen the light And come out on the town For a real good time tonight - alright Well I know what I want and I won't think twice Gonna get that fella if it takes all night At the Saturday disco Tonight... tonight Let's get together at the end of the working week It's gonna be... alright If it takes all night At the Saturday disco I don't wanna hang around here and sulk With you making eyes at the Incredible Hulk tonight - alright You never care about the ones you hurt And you're treating my feelings like a piece of dirt tonight - alright But I know one day you're gonna change your mind I'm gonna keep out of trouble and bide my time At the Saturday Disco - yeah yeah Tonight... tonight Let's get together at the end of the working week It's gonna be... alright If it takes all night At the Saturday disco Hey pretty women, Mad Max is here I've been working all week Now I'm getting in gear tonight - alright There's gonna be some laughs when I've had some beers Cos I've got no worries And I feel no fear tonight - alright Well I ain't goodlooking but I wheel and deal And I know how happy I can make you feel At the Saturday disco Tonight... tonight Let's get together at the end of the working week It's gonna be... alright If it takes all night At the Saturday disco
15.
Lock that door and turn out the light Close the curtain on the world outside Under the cover where I'm safe and warm Feel so happy, like I'd never been born... Don't bother knocking on my bedroom door When I get this obsession I don't care no more The need is on me and my need comes first Feel like the centre of the universe But I'm gonna change I don't wanna stay this way forever Yes I'm gonna change... Someday I'm gonna change I gotta get some money and I don't care how I need satisfaction and I need it now Gimme a problem and I'll fix it fast But satisfaction just don't last... But I'm gonna change I don't wanna stay this way forever Yes I'm gonna change... Someday I'm gonna change

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Deleted for many years and a sought-after collector's item, Still Loving You is regarded by some as the definitive TR solo album. This 1997 re-release featured 5 extra tracks, including alternative versions of 'Nothing Like The Real Thing' and 'Feel So Good/Hurt So Bad'.

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released January 31, 2013

With very special thanks to
Paul Harvey (guitar/songwriting/arrangements)
Steve Laurie (drums/percussion/vines/encouragement)

All tracks engineered by Nick Godfrey at Turbot Studio, Hammersmith
Tracks 3-15 produced by Tom Robinson
Track 1 produced by Tom Robinson & Steve Jolley
Track 2 produced by John Adams

Tracks 1, 3, 4 and 7 mixed by Tony Swain at Odyssey Studios, London: mix engineer - Richard lengyel
Track 6 mixed by Dennis Weinreich at Videosonic
Track 8 mixed at Power Plant, London: mix engineer - Mike Pela


The Crew:

Tom Robinson - vocals/DX7/acoustic guitar
Paul Harvey - guitar/bass/Juno 60
Steve Laurie - percussion/drum kit
Peter Acock - tenor sax/flute
Mark Ramsden - soprano sax
Coin Baldry - fretless bass

Additional contributions by

Martin Ditcham - percussion 2, 4, 5
Bias Boshell - keyboards 2, 3, 5
Earl Lewis - bass 3
Nick Feldman - keyboard/bass 4
Dominique Pifarely - violin 4
Luke Tunney - trumpet 7
Tom Kane - french horn 8
Kendall Wrightson - keyboard 8
Paul Jones - harmonica 9
Chas Jankel - piano 9, 12
Juan Antonana - tambourine 9
Adrian Legg - steely guitar 11
Guy Barker - trumpet 12
Charlie Morgan - drums 12
Andy Treacey - drums 14

Backing vocals

Kiki Dee - 1
Steve Jolley - 1
Nicci Sun - 2, 4, 14
Simon Bell - 2, 4
Paul Harvey - 3
Frank Collins - 6
Dyan Birch - 6
Ebo Ross - 6
Junior Giscombe - 7
Paul Johnson - 7
Angela Barton - 7
Nick Godfrey - 8, 13
Tony Jackson - 12
Sue Brearley - 13

Photography Jill Furmanovsky
Sleeve Design Mainartery
With thanks to Nick Godfrey, Hereward Kaye, David Massey, Peter Robinson, Tom Ryan and Horst Königstein for their help

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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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