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Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors Bell boys checking out the hookers in the bar Slug-like fingers trace the star-spangled clouds of ******* on the mirror The short straw takes its bow The tell tale sign of the last cigarette marking time in the pockets as the whisky sweat lies like discarded armour on an unmade bed As familiar cravings are crawling through his head And the only sign of life is the ticking of the pen Introducing characters to memories like old friends Frantic as a cardiograph scratching out the lines In a fever of confession a catalogue of crime in happy hour Do you cry in happy hour, do you hide in happy hour, a pilgrimage to happy hour New shadows tugging at the corner of his eye Jostling for attention as the sunlight flares Through a curtains tear, shuffling its beams As if in nervous anticipaion of another day (Champney's Health Farm, Tring) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK |
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| 4:25 |
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On premenades where drunks propose to lonely arcade mannequins where ceremonies pause at the jewellers shop display feigning casual silence in strained romantic interludes till they commit themselves to the muted journey home And the pool player rests on another cue Last nights hero picking up his dues a honeymoon gambled on a ricochet she's staring at the brochures at the holidays chalking up a name in your hometown standing all your mates to another round laughing at the world till the barman wipes away the warm wet circles I saw teenage girls like gaudy moths a classrooms shabby butterflies flit in the glow of stranded telephone boxes; planning white lace weddings from smeared hearts and token proclamations, rolled from stolen lipsticks across the razored webs of glass Sharing cigarettes with experience with her giggling jealous confidantes, she faithfully traces his name with quick bitten fingernails through the tears of condensation that'll cry through the night as the glancing headlights of the last bus kiss adolescence goodbye In a warm wet circle Like a mothers kiss on your first broken heart, a warm wet circle Like a bullethole in Central Park, a warm wet circle and I'll always surrender to the warm wet circles She nervously undressed in the dancing beams of the Fidra lighthouse giving it all away before its too late She'll let a lovers tongue move in a warm wet circle giving it all away and showing no shame She'll take a mother's kiss on her first broken heart a warm wet circle, she'll realise that she plays her part in a warm wet circle (the Quarterdeck, North Berwick) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK] It was a wedding ring, destined to be found in a cheap hotel lost in a kitchen sink or thrown in a wishing well |
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| 3. |
| 6:00 |
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At that time of the night When streetlights throw crosses through window frames Paranoia roams where the shadows reign Oh, at that time of the night At that time of the night Your senses tangled in some new perfume Criticism triggers of a loaded room Oh, at that time of the night So if you ask me How do I fell inside I could honestly tell you We've been taken on a very long ride And if my owners let me Have some free time some day With all good intention I would probably run away Clutching the short straw At that time of the night When questions rally in an open mind Summon all your answers with an ice cube chime At that time of the night At that time of the night Pretend you're off the hook with the telephone Your confidence wounded in a free fire zone Oh, at that time of the night So if you ask me Where do I go from here My next destination Even isn't really that clear So if you join me And get on your knees and prey I'll show you salvation We'll take the alternative way Clutching the short straw If I had enough money I'd buy a round for that boy over-there A companion in my madness in the mirror The one with the silvery hair And if some kind soul Could please pick up my tab And while they're at it If they could pick up my broken heart Warm wet circles... |
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| 2:47 |
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Is it wrong to talk to myself even when there's nobody else I'm just checking out that I've not gone under the water or thrown on the beach like a seal ready for slaughter Can't you understand that the way things were planned it never worked out so I just went crazy I took to the drink like something say its maybe I ain't got no excuse to say, except it's my way I got nothing else to say, except it's my way it's always my way I seem to be running away so often I'll try anything once and that's the way we should be but it's always the same getting caught up again in a habbit, a habbit I just can't shake off the way it always turned out can you understand it's the way I chose to be everything seems so easy this way but I'm going under fast, I'm slipping away, am I so crazy (Albert St., Aylesbury) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK |
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| 5. |
| 3:09 |
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Many's the time I've been thinking about changing my ways But when it gets right down to it it's the same drunken haze I'm serving out a sentence to write lifes sentences It's only when I'm out of it I make sense of this Just for the record I'm gonna put it down Just for the record I'm gonna change my life around Just a revolutionary with a pseudonym Just a barroom dancer on my final fling Just another writer paying off my dues Just finding inspiration well that's my excuse Just for the record I'm gonna put it down Just for the record I'm gonna change my life around Just another empty gesture with an empty glass Just another comic actor behind a tragic mask, But I've got no discipline got no self control It's just a little less painful here when my back's against the wall It's too late, it's too far, I'm in two minds and both of them are out of it at the bar When you say I've got a problem that's a certainty But I put it all right down to eccentricity It's just for the record it's just a passing phase Just for the record I can stop any day (Marguee Club, London) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK |
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| 6. |
| 6:27 |
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Where do we go from here They're boarding up the synagogues uzis on a street corner You can't take a photograph of uzis on a street corner the DJ resigned today they wouldn't let him have his say a surface scratched where the needles play uzis on a street corner Where do we go from here Terror on the Rue de St. Denis, murder on the peripherie Someone else in someone else's pocket, Christ knows I don't know how to stop it Lay poppies at the Cenotaph, the cynics can't afford to laugh, I heard in on the telegraph there's uzis on a street corner Where do we go from here The more I see the more I hear the more I find the fewer answers I close my mind, I shut it out but you know its getting harder to calm down, to reason out, to come to terms with what it's all about I'm uptight, can't sleep at night, I can't pretend everything's alright. My ideals my sanity, they seem to be deserting me but to stand up and fight I know we have six million reasons They're buring down the synagogues uzis on a street corner the heralds of the holocaust uzis on a street corner The silence never louder than now, how quickly we forgot our vows, this resurrection we can't allow, the uzis on a street corner Where do we go from here We buy fresh bagels from the corner store Where swastikas are spat from aerosols I sit in the bar sipping iced white russians trying to score but nobody's pushing and everyone looks at everyone's faces searching for signs and praying for traces of a conscience in residence, are we sitting on a barbed wire fence, chasing the clouds home We place our faith in human rights In the paper wars that tie the redtape tight I know that I would rather be out of this conspiracy In the gulags and internment camps nameless faces in frozen ranks I know that they would rather be standing here besides me chasing the clouds home We place our faith in human rights In the paper wars that tie the redtape tight I know that I would rather be out of this conspiracy In the gulags and internment camps nameless faces in frozen ranks I know that they would rather be standing here besides me chasing the clouds home racing the clouds home You can shut your eyes, you can hide away it's gonna come back another dady racing the clouds home But where do we go from here (Hilton, Vienna) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK |
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| 7. |
| 5:16 |
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I'd be really pleased to meet you if I could remember your name But I got problems with my memory ever since I got a winner in the fame game I'm a citizen of Legoland travellin Incommunicado and I don't give a damn for the Fleet Street afficionados But I don't want to be the backpage interview I don't want launderette anonymity I want my handprints in the concrete on Sunset Boulevard a dummy in Tussauds you'll se Incommunicado I'm a Marquee veteran, a muti-media bonafide celebrity I've got an allergy to Perrier, daylight and responsibility I'm a rootin-tootin cowboy a Peter Pan with street credibility always making the point with the dawn patrol fraternity Sometimes it seems like I've been here before when I hear opportunity kicking in my door call it synchronicity call it Deja Vu I just put my faith in destiny- it's the way that I choose But I don't want to be a tin can tied to the bumper of a wedding limousine, or currently residing in the where are the now file a oupee on the cabaret scene I want to do adverts for American Express cards and talk shows on prime time t.v., a villa in France my own cocktail bar and that's where you're gonna find me incommunicado Sometimes it seems like I've been here before When I hear opportunity kicking in my door Call it synchronicity call it deja vu I just put my faith in destiny it's the way that I choose- incommunicado (Rainbow Room, LA; St. Moritz Club London) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK |
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| 8. |
| 4:05 |
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Read some Kerouac and it put me on the tracks to burn a little brighter now. It was something about roman canddles fizzin out, shine a little light on me now, I found a strange fascination with a liquid fixation alcohol can thrill me now It's getting late in the game to show any pride or shame I just burn a little brighter now Doctor says my liver looks like leaving with my lover, I need another time out now, Like any sort of here turnin down to zero still standing out in any crowd Pulling seventeen with experience and dreams, sweating out a happy hour, Where you're hiding 29 you know it ain't a crime to burn a little brighter now, burn a little brighter now Dr. Finlay: And my advice is if you maintain this lifestyle you won't reach 30 Torch: it's a romantic way to go really, part of the heritage it's your round in'it We burn a little brighter now Read some Kerouac and it put me on the tracks to burn a little brighter now It was something about roman canddles fizzin out, shine a little light on me now, I found a strange fascination with a liquid fization, alcohol thrill me now It's getting late in the game to show any pride or shame We burn a little brighter now, burn a little brighter now (Virgin Airways, 747- Newark-Heathrow) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK |
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| 9. |
| 4:44 |
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A hand held over a candle in angst fuelled bravado
A carbon trail scores a moist stretched palm Trapped in the indecision of another fine menu And you sit there and ask me to tell you the story so far This is the story so far Shuffling your memories dealing your doodles in margins You scrawl out your poems across a beermat or two And when you declare the point of grave creation They turn round and you to tell them the story so far This is the story so far And you listen with a tear in you eye To their hopes and betrayals and your only reply Is Slainte Mhath Princes in exile raising the standard Drambuie Parading their anecdotes tired from old campaigns Holding their own last orders commanding attention We sit here and listen to all of the story so far This is the story so far Take it away, take it away, take it away Take me away, take me away, take me away From the dream on the barbed wire at Flanders and Bilston Glen From a Clydeside that rusts from the tears of its broken men From the realisation that we've been left behind Is to stand like our fathers before us in the firing line Waiting on the whistle to blow We stand here waiting on the whistle to blow They promised us miracles, and the whistle still blows Broken promises but the whistle still blows Waiting on the whistle to blow We stand here waiting on the whistle to blow |
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| 10. |
| 5:46 |
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I was flicking through the channels on the tv on a Sunday in Milwaukee in the rain trying to piece together conversations, trying to find out where to lay the blame But when it comes right down to it there's no use trying to pretend For when it gets right down to it there's no one here that's left to blame, blame it on me, you can blame it on me we're just sugar mice in the rain I heardd Sinatra calling me through the floorbaords where you pay a quarter for a partnership in rhyme to the jukebox cying in the corner while the waitress is counting out the time For when it comes right down to it there's no use trying to pretend For when it gets right down to it there's no one really left to blame, blame it on me, you can blame it on me we're just sugar mice in the rain I know what I feel, know what I want I know what I am daddy took a raincheck Cos I know what I want, know what I feel I know what I need daddy took a raincheck, your daddy took a raincheck ain't no one in here that's left to blame but me, blame it on me, blame it on me Well the toughest thing that I ever did was talk to the kids on the phone, when I heard them asking questions that I knew that that you were all alone, Can't you understand that the government left me out of work, I just couldn't stand the looks on their faces saying what a jerk So if you want my address it's number one at the end of the bar where I sit with the broken angels clutching at straws and nursing our scars, blame it on me, blame it on me sugar mice in the rain, your daddy took a raincheck, your daddy took a raincheck (Holiday Inn, Milwaukee) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK |
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| 11. |
| 5:58 |
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Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors a typewriter cackles out a stream of memories Drying out a conscience, evicting a nightmare Opening the doors for the dreams to come home We live out lives in private shells ignore out senses and foor ourselve into thinking that our there there's someone else cares someone to answer all our prayers... Are we too far gone, are we so irresponsible Have we lost our balls, or do we just not care We're terminal cases that keep talking medicine Pretending the end isn't quite that near We make futile gestures, act to the cameras With our made up faces and PR smiles and when the angel comes down to deliver us we'll find out after all, we're only men of straw But everything is still the same passing the time passing out the blame we carry on in the same old way we'll find out we left it too late one day to say what we meant to say Just when you thought it was safe to go back to the water those problems seem to arise the one you never really thought of The feeling you get is similar to some sort of drowning when you are out of your mindd, out of your depth, you sound have taken soundings We're clutching at straws, we're clutching at straws clutching at straws And if you ever come across us don't give us your sympathy You can buy us a drink and just shake our hands and you'll recognise by the reflections in our eyes that deep down inside we're all one and the same We're clutching at straws still drowning (Greyhound Tour Bus, North America) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK |
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| 5:57 |
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I'd be really pleased to meet you if I could remember your name But I got problems with my memory ever since I got a winner in the fame game I'm a citizen of Legoland travellin Incommunicado and I don't give a damn for the Fleet Street afficionados But I don't want to be the backpage interview I don't want launderette anonymity I want my handprints in the concrete on Sunset Boulevard a dummy in Tussauds you'll se Incommunicado I'm a Marquee veteran, a muti-media bonafide celebrity I've got an allergy to Perrier, daylight and responsibility I'm a rootin-tootin cowboy a Peter Pan with street credibility always making the point with the dawn patrol fraternity Sometimes it seems like I've been here before when I hear opportunity kicking in my door call it synchronicity call it Deja Vu I just put my faith in destiny- it's the way that I choose But I don't want to be a tin can tied to the bumper of a wedding limousine, or currently residing in the where are the now file a oupee on the cabaret scene I want to do adverts for American Express cards and talk shows on prime time t.v., a villa in France my own cocktail bar and that's where you're gonna find me incommunicado Sometimes it seems like I've been here before When I hear opportunity kicking in my door Call it synchronicity call it deja vu I just put my faith in destiny it's the way that I choose- incommunicado (Rainbow Room, LA; St. Moritz Club London) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK |
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| 2. |
| 5:13 |
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Tux on, tux on, tux on, tux on, tux on He resides down at the bingo on a lucky friday night The match was rained off saturday but the panel came in right On sunday your mates were toasting you with champagne down the pub And on monday you went to London to pick the cheque up with your mum You had a tux on, mmm, you had a tux on The first time you had a tux on, lucky man There's a photo on the mantlepiece, when you bought your first guitar And your girlfriend came to see you when you were the rising star You knew your luck was holding when you filled the local hall The first time and the last time that you thought you had control You had a tux on, lucky man, you had a tux on You got a tux on, tux on Now you're touring stadiums, you've let it go too far Standing with your manager, your back to every bar Blowing on your credit cards, chopping out the pain Crowding into toilets with a host of your new-found friends You got a tux on, nothing's changed, you got a tux on Lucky man with a tux on, you're still the same with a tux on It was eyes down in the parlour, they prayed it wouldn't rain The brother pulled his cuffs down to hide the blue-black vein His razor'd more than lines end, they found him just too late The final performance, the main man lies in state With a tux on, look at him now with a tux on The last time with a tux on, take him away with a tux on Somewhere in a tenement, in a well-thumbed magazine Someone finds a photograph that triggers off a dream The uniform that symbolizes the comfortable life He's always known his luck's in but now he's found the drive He's got a tux on, look at him now with a tux on He's gonna get one with a tux on, free admission with a tux on Get it anyway with a tux on, he's got a tux on The easy way with a tux on, tux on, tux on, tux on [FISH 1987 Produced by Chris Kimsey for Chris Kimsey Productions Ltd. (MARIL 7 B |
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| 2:48 |
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Is it wrong to talk to myself even when there's nobody else I'm just checking out that I've not gone under the water or thrown on the beach like a seal ready for slaughter Can't you understand that the way things were planned it never worked out so I just went crazy I took to the drink like something say its maybe I ain't got no excuse to say, except it's my way I got nothing else to say, except it's my way it's always my way I seem to be running away so often I'll try anything once and that's the way we should be but it's always the same getting caught up again in a habbit, a habbit I just can't shake off the way it always turned out can you understand it's the way I chose to be everything seems so easy this way but I'm going under fast, I'm slipping away, am I so crazy (Albert St., Aylesbury) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK |
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| 4:51 |
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I went to Morisson's grave at Pere Lachaise cemetery The stony flowers and the matching graffiti were guiding me To the steps inside of me And what would you do if I got down on my knees to you What would you do if I lied to your face Could you still hold your dreams Could you live with your silent face So what would you do would you walk right through me Would you stand in the way like the others before Get in the way Would you drink to me next Beaujolais day Tell me the truth save a prayer for me I would love to leave you but you would cry all night long Eternal romantic victory failed on Beaujolais day I heard a wheelchair whisper across a stale silent gymnasium Trailing an ivy league jacket like a matador Through the jitterbug steps of the night before Through the chalk white chill and the tear fandango Heading away to the inner wrangle Do we cry for a cell Do we need for a cell What would you do would you cry for me Could you set off ... could we go gently Blame it away Do you really want to head for the open door Got to crack a bottle while you dream for me Just an absent friend and a misery Laying awake do we stay right there 'Till Beaujolais day On Beaujolais day So what would you do would you lie to me Would you sit right back in a victory Would you play for me Could you die for me So what would you do would you walk right through me Heading away saying it's just another victory This is Beaujolais day |
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| 6:47 |
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The music for this song later became "Berlin" I heard the battle raging on the other side of the wall Buried my head in a pillow and tried to ignore it all Every night when I hear you I dream of breaking down your door An avenging knight in shining armour to rescue you from it all From the family business When I see you in the supermarket With sunglasses in the shade Averting your eyes from the staring questions How were those bruises made It's family business Children clutching to your legs They've got so much they want to say But daddy's sitting home drunk again So they bite their lips and pray And daddy don't like no strangers prying And noses in his private affairs And if anyone asks from the social Well you fell down the stairs It's family business So I'll become an accessory And I don't have an alibi To the victim lying on my doorstep The only way I could justify It's family business 'Cos every day it's getting harder Try to see to go away To all the people that surround you You have to sit down and explain To be the writing on the wall inside To be the pledge you call your own And if you run into the day You sure you know you'll find a home You sure you know you'll find a home The traffic lights shine upon ... and the broken home Everyone could be so far away ... and the white lines lead the way The writing on the wall They're carving out the martyrs Could've been the same this way Could've been the same this way Tell them I'm the same today We could have been much younger It could have been much l |
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| 2:07 |
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Storm clouds cruising cross the blue skies Shadows float across the fields of barley I find myself an island in an island I have to sort things out just my way And all I find is my bar To laugh to me I say Like all you know is true Is for every time we know it's mine I saw clouds cruise floating cross the blue sky Shadows float across the fields of barley Hero down the right ... way Everything will come out my way Now I know, I see, I find It's the only way I ever felt the way I do today All I say, I play the game I know I never could be sure of all the places that I've seen Clouds cruising cross the blue skies Shadows float across the fields of barley Every self an island in an island Working every problem out my way Now I see, I feel, I know It's the only way that anything could sort out to the way I say you'll find it's out of mind It's the only way I could have been It's the only way I stand Clouds cruise Float upon the barley |
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| 4:21 |
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Everything to decide It's time I came up with some answers before I can carry on It's time I made my mind up before we can go along And I thought it was so simple And I knew that it could be so fine I know that the places that everything comes Rose beds scattered across the lawn Like the squares at Waterloo With the bayonets of thorns repelling Small children in search of lost tennis balls Seeing everything and giving their all I used to be scared of heights I used to get dizzy I never felt safe with my feet on the ground They said that up there the air would be clearer They said more space and more room to breathe Everything to the side I knew that something would happen It's better off than being alive I knew the standards decline I knew that we had to decide All the places that all we'd ever seen And the place that we thought about And the road that you travel has never been seen Rose beds scattered across the lawn Like the squares of Waterloo With the bayonets of thorns repelling Small children in search of lost tennis balls Giving everything and giving it all I used to think everything was coming up roses But I couldn't see the weeds that entangled my feet I couldn't see the trees 'Cos my forest was burning I couldn't see the bridges the fire in my eyes They sold me the view from the hill They sold me the view from the hill They said that up there the air would be clearer They said more space and more room to breathe I used to be scared of heights I used to get dizzy They sold me t |
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| 2:59 |
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We are led by the light at the end of the tunnel We are guided by the fires of our burning dreams We're inspired by our ideals and driven by conscience To cross what the cynics perceive as naive We the people want it straight for a change We the people are getting tired of your games We the people want the answers laid out on the lines No more of your cheap propaganda And stop talking tic-tac-toe We the people fight your arms dealers wars We the people want our futures secure We the people want a peace staying all the way So cut out your message And take all your talking tic-tac-toe Everyone needs a symbol ... If you don't know of the reason Well how can you take a stand ... You need to be sure You need to return to an open ... Take a lesson from me Take a lesson from me That children play tic-tac-toe |
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| 3:29 |
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There's something I have to tell you Before it's too late There's someone needs a timing I could be the same Got to listen to you clearly Would you understand it all Would you hold it all together Do we run up in the bar Everyone needs someone to listen to If you don't want to shine on Could you know it all And if someone lay before you know it could be true A voice in the crowd You came upon an ... Just an alibi Did you have to go do it To feel you want to try If you'd only see the reason ... Someone came, someone rose, someone left I don't know if you could be sure You don't understand And if the days were good You never know the way we planned And if the time is there ... A voice in the crowd A voice in the crowd |
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| 5:29 |
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I saw a blue umbrella in Princes Street Garden Heading out west for the Lothian Road An evening news stuffed deep in the pocket Little did I know that even a heavy load I found us walking Grierson's dockyards Where the only thing working was foreign film crews Making an impressive documentary For the big news To the satellite And all we're left with is the black black oil With a sense of pride and identity The waters left behind we shouldn't forget Laid low in the books of history I saw the starlings wheel round Georgian spires Gathering on patrol in the skies In the distance burns the flame of Grangemouth And the dream is lost Everything what it could inspire From the take you know there is no distance How we talk about in the secret affairs Taking our ride into the distance To be what it was or could have been What I should have said And all we're left with is the black black oil With a strong sense of national pride 'Till we take some more steps to unity Take it back to me Take it back In a city run out of luck And all we're left with is the black, black oil With a strong sense of national pride Calling the ... for identity What it meant to me, what I said What we could have had I saw a blue umbrella in Princes Street Garden Heading out west for the Lothian Road An evening news stuck deep in the pocket Little did I know that he'd fall Carrying a heavy load And all we're left with is the black black oil With a strong sense of national pride Calling a name in the sake of unity What it means to me you'll never know You'll never |
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