1. |
Fame
03:45
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FAME
Fame - The sickness of the age
That little voice that says
You're going to be a star
Fame - You're going to shout your name
You're going to tell the world
Exactly who you are
Fame - Not longing to be great
Not even to be good
But just to be someone
Fame - A stage school then a soap
Or a footballer to grope
Half naked in the Sun
Fame - Whoever wanted fame
Clinging to their name
Like the reek of cheap perfume
Fame - Longing for the looks
Looking for the looks
Every time you walk into the room
Fame - The desperate hollow eyes
Longing for the prize
That says you're good enough
Fame - A game that you can win
To be thick as you are thin
Or just to fall in love
Ah yes love I always wanted love
And are not fame and love
Inextricably tied up
And cash just a little cash
To help out with the rent
When the month was up
Fame - A military campaign
Plotting every course
Planning your success
Fame - Fame at any price
Fame for anything
Famous for your dress
Fame - But once you've had a sniff
You want it more and more
And how low will you go
Fame - I never knew my Mum
Come see my lovely home
In the pages of Hello
Fame - Whoever wanted fame
Clinging to their name
Like the reek of cheap perfume
Fame - Longing for the looks
Looking for the looks
Every time you walk into the room
Fame - Living in the press
Every moment every breath
Every inch of you a star
Fame - To be wanted to be known
To be adored but left alone
Or to be loved just for who you are
Ah yes love I always wanted love
And are not fame and love
Inextricably tied up
And cash quite a lot of cash
To help pay for my looks
When my looks dried up
Fame - You think you've got it made
You think you've made the grade
Then suddenly it's gone
Fame - Till so desperate to be seen
You agree to anything
Just to carry on
Fame - It's the fix you can't avoid
Though you know you'll be destroyed
Still there's no turning back
And here you are
On 'An Audience with Cilla Black'
And even worse than that
You're not even Cilla Black
Fame - Whoever wanted fame
Clinging to their name
Like the reek of cheap perfume
Fame - Longing for the looks
Looking for the looks
Every time you walk into the room
Fame - To get married then divorced
Then get married then divorced
Then get married then divorced
Then have a kid
Then get married then divorced
Then get married then divorced
Or just to fall in love
Ah yes love I always wanted love
And are not fame and love
Inextricably tied up
And cash lots and lots of cash
To help pay for the pills
When the love dried up
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2. |
The Mas De Bagne Loup
04:44
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THE MAS DE BAGNE LOUP
It's snowing on a farmhouse called the Mas de Bagne Loup
And the clock in the corner says it's nearly ten to two
And he shouts that he's leaving and there's nothing they can do
And it's snowing on a farmhouse called the Mas de Bagne Loup
And Mother says listen you've nowhere to go
And if Father could care less he won't let it show
And Grandma stays quiet like she doesn't know
As outside the countryside sits silent in the snow
He throws his bag down by the door like he means to see it through
He says his bus leaves at three and it's already after two
And he's leaving for the city with some girl who loves him too
And it's snowing on the railway and on the Mas de Bagne Loup
And Grandma just sits there alone in her chair
Watching a plane crash at some foreign air fair
And she knows how it feels as he falls through the air
She'd like to eject too but there's no button there
And Father sits in silence as his son pulls on a shoe
And he doesn't move a muscle as the clock strikes half past two
Oh he knows the boy's not going and he knows he knows it too
And it's snowing on the vineyard and on the Mas de Bagne Loup
Oh they've argued so often they've forgotten what for
Now it's only the habit takes him to the door
He's been leaving so long now he's worn out the floor
But he tells them again like he's told them before
And Mother looks at her boy then at her husband too
And they all look round at the clock as it strikes a quarter to
And Mother cries and begs him to stay and talk it through
And it's snowing on the cemetery and on the Mas de Bagne Loup
And the boy stops in the doorway like he does every time
And he closes the door as the clock begins to chime
And the curtain comes down on this sad pantomime
And he says that he'll stay until the next time
And still the snow comes swirling from the heights of Pic St Loup
As somewhere a bus is leaving a forgotten rendezvous
And a girl walks home alone just like she knew she'd do
And it's snowing on the bus stop and on the Mas de Bagne Loup
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3. |
The Raj
04:48
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THE RAJ
So like the autumn leaves that die alone
Are we whose loves the winter winds have blown
Through happiness and pain till all the birds have flown
Ah but to hell with love these girls will never learn
Let's go down to the Raj and drink until we burn
Till our minds and bodies go their separate ways
Till you are Saint Peter and I am Philip Jeays
So like the summertimes that fade away
Are we who have just dying plants to say
We ever once went mad and gave our hearts away
Ah but to hell with love these girls are all too thick
Let's go down to the Raj and drink until we're sick
Till our minds and bodies go their separate ways
Till you are Peter the Great and I am Philip Jeays
So like migrating birds that fly as one
To find a land of everlasting sun
Are we who search to sing that song we never sung
Ah but to hell with love these girls are far too sly
Let's go down to the Raj and drink until we die
Till our minds and bodies go their separate ways
Till you are Speakeasy Pete and I am Philip Jeays
So like the sea that rides towards the shore
On horses bleached and frightened by the roar
Are we who run to love and run forevermore
Ah but enough of that these girls aren't all the same
Let's go down to the Raj and fall in love again
Till our minds and bodies go their separate ways
Till you are my brother Peter and I am Philip Jeays
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4. |
Oh To Be A God
03:22
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OH TO BE A GOD
Oh to be a God
To see the vicar so perturbed
With his decrepit greying herd
Worried in case they jump the gun
Before they find the cash to pay
For his church roof that's in decay
Or his fortnight in the sun
He uses fear on the old
You must believe or be destroyed
In hell fire one by one
Then he plays it very cool
With the kids at Sunday school
For to have any chance at all
You have to catch them while they're young
I'd be so glad if he worked for me
Though it's the height of simplicity
To rake in souls when they are down
To see his sheep up the garden path
You know would really make me laugh
And every king must have a clown
Oh to be a God
To see the soldiers pray to me
Before their final killing spree
Before their battle has begun
To see the ones who qualified
For honourable suicide
Half the brain but twice the fun
And though it's all so very grand
I should never understand
Why they should want to die so young
I'd think that it could only be
That they so want to be with me
Or just pure stupidity
But who cares when all is said and done
I'd be so glad that they fight for me
It's a distraction and you see
Days in heaven can seem so long
Judging people day after day
So takes one's appetite away
A little war helps things along
Oh to be a God
To see that singer choke to death
Clutching at his final breath
Clenching a last defiant fist
But me I really couldn't care
You know he really shouldn't dare
To say that I don't exist
But still despite my self control
I would die to save his soul
But I just don't have the time
I want to be bountiful
I want to be all merciful
But when heaven gets this full
Somewhere you have to draw the line
I'd be so glad if you'd do him down
It doesn't do to mess around
With things that men are supposed to fear
Free speech is all very well
But he can just go to hell
If he says things I don't want to hear
Oh to be a God
To be a God
To be a God
Oh to be a God
Oh to be a God
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5. |
Catherine
04:27
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CATHERINE
When the frost is in my hair
And the baying hounds of verse abate
When the swallows of my songs
Fly away on careless wings
To the lands of better pay
When my brain is nought but clay
The seams of dreams abandoned in the pit
When my final breath is spilt
When I am cold and blind as salt
And the worming wheels are still
Carry me home carry me back
Through hawthorn winds and cuckoo spit
To where the cliffs chalk the seas
With seagull songs and jackdaw dreams
Carry me home carry me high
Bury my face into the sky
And tell them all I just called by
For you Catherine
When the scar of life is healed
The gape of flesh closed against the day
When I am nought that I have known
When I am thin as watered wine
And lost to time again
Carry me home carry me down
The run rolled hills the giants frown
The bramble blood the earth cut vein
When I am gone take me back again
Carry me home carry me high
Bury my face into the sky
And tell them all I just called by
For you Catherine
Carry me home carry me high
Bury my face into the sky
And tell them all I just called by
For you Catherine
Catherine
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6. |
We Can Fly
03:06
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WE CAN FLY
If we can find the will to learn
And peace of mind and give and take
And tolerance enough within us
To keep two sides apart
If we can find a spark of hope
Within the ashes of mistakes
And remember how it hurt the first time
Before the fighting starts
We can fly, fly away
Higher than the wars of children
Higher than the hate they're built on
Fly, fly away
Higher than the men who fight them
Higher than the sun
If we can see in everything
A thing of beauty and of joy
If love can be the greatest treasure
We find along the way
If we can see in every angel
The smile of a little devil
And close our eyes and still believe
In words that lovers say
We can fly, fly away
Higher than grey words of wisdom
Higher than the men who speak them
Fly, fly away
Higher than cold words of reason
Higher than the sun
We can fly
Higher than the guns can fire
Higher than the wind
Higher than the little minds
That judge men for their skin
If love is all that fills our pockets
And kisses are our only change
Then take my hand and spend some money
Oh I'll buy you anything
If love is all that turns our page
If love is all that spreads our wings
If love is all that tells our story
Then let the tale begin
Higher than the man made mountains
That would block our way
Higher than mere flights of fancy
Higher everyday
Oh the wind that dances through your hair
That makes you shiver oh so slightly
The way you smile the way you laugh
So lovely I could cry
Sitting on the edge of England
With your knees pushed up your sweater
And so much blue within your eyes
The sky itself might die
Take my hand and we can fly
Together you and I
Beyond the world, beyond the sky
My darling we can fly
We can fly, fly away
We can fly, fly away
We can fly
We can fly
We can fly
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7. |
Down At Harry's
06:46
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DOWN AT HARRY'S
Tonight I'm going down to Harry's
A little bar with a sordid smile
Tonight my name is Casanova
Tonight I'll find myself a girl
Even if she's American
One part flesh four parts silicon
Even if she dyes her eyes
To look like lapis lazulis
Even if she pads her brain
To make herself human again
Even if she plays for time with promises
She'll still be mine and we will run
To find the centre of the sun
Tears of laughter
And happy ever after
Tonight down at Harry's
Tonight I'm going down to Harry's
A little bar with a sordid smile
Tonight my name is Don Juan
Tonight I'll find myself a girl
Even if she's a French madame
Who falls in love ad nauseam
Even if she's a Catholic
A lot less pills a lot more French stick
Even if she's from gay Paree
Though she says it's not as gay as me
Even if she drinks her wine by the litre
She'll still be mine and we will run
To find the centre of the sun
Tears of laughter
And happy ever after
Tonight down at Harry's
Tonight I'm going down to Harry's
A little bar with a sordid smile
Tonight my name is Romeo
Tonight I'll find myself a girl
Even if she's an English rose
Not so much cold as comatose
Even if she's got buck teeth
And rides her horse from underneath
Even if she's of good breed
With skin as smooth as Harris Tweed
Even if she kills her time killing foxes
She'll still be mine and we will run
To find the centre of the sun
Tears of laughter
And happy ever after
Tonight down at Harry's
Tonight I'm going down to Harry's
A little bar with a sordid smile
Tonight my name my name is Harry
Tonight I won't find myself a girl
Tonight they'll drink at love's expense
Tonight they'll laugh at my expense
Cheers to Harry and here's to Harry
Batchelor boy he's got good sense
Well I'll tell them all but all in vain
I'll turn them all out pissed again
And I'll walk home in the falling rain
To find myself alone again
And I won't run
To find the centre of the sun
No tears of laughter
No happy ever after
Well not tonight down at Harry's
But
But...
Tomorrow I'll go down to Harry's
My little bar with a sordid smile
Tomorrow I'll be Casanova
Tomorrow I'll find myself a girl
Even if she's American
One part flesh four parts silicone
Even if she dyes her eyes
To look like lapis lazulis
Even if she pads her brain
To make herself human again
Even if she plays for time with promises
She'll still be mine
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8. |
The Soldier
04:39
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THE SOLDIER
I didn't die for my country
I didn't die for my roast beef
I didn't die for duty free
I didn't die for tax relief
I didn't die for Auntie Joan
I didn't die for Uncle Fred
I didn't die for someone's throne
I didn't die for what they said
I died just because I died
I had no last request
I died to swell the stupid pride
In someone else's chest
I died a piece of cannon bait
Because I had no choice
I died to answer for the hate
In someone else's voice
And you thank me with flowers I cannot smell
You thank me with guns and missiles as well
But most of all you thank me
With useless lumps of stone
That tell a different story
That say I died in glory
When I really died alone
But I didn't die for my country
I didn't die for science research
I didn't die for the trinity
And I didn't die for the church
I didn't die for a knighthood
I didn't die for self esteem
I didn't die for my own good
I didn't die for someone's dream
I died because I so desired
To take a little stroll
I died because I was so tired
Of sitting in a hole
I died no larger than a pin
On someone else's map
I died no more than just a spring
On someone else's trap
And you thank me with medals I cannot flee
You thank me as if I were a Christmas tree
But most of all you thank me
With theatres of war
That tell a different story
That say I died in glory
But never show what I saw
But I didn't die for my country
I didn't die for Juliet
I didn't die for liberty
I didn't die just to forget
I didn't die for my marriage
I didn't die for charity
I didn't die for this carnage
I didn't die for sympathy
I died a human albatross
A sign of man's disgrace
I died to keep the smile across
A patriotic face
I died a human anagram
A twisted barbecue
I died my arms around a man
I never even knew
And you thank me by singing your victory song
You thank me by letting this bloodshed go on
But most of all you thank me
With the child who bears my name
You tell him a different story
You tell him I died in glory
Do you really have no shame?
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THE TURNING OF THE LEAVES
Standing here you could almost touch the sea
The salt wind rakes the waves in front of me
The flower beds
Covered now
With grass instead
Behind the door junk mail piles up in the hall
Lace curtains catch the breeze and rise and fall
And everywhere
The smell of damp
Fills the air
And me I'm the turning of the leaves
Convictions mellowed by the sun
Fires lit when I was young
All put out one by one
But how the scent of youth stays with me
Waits for me in every corner of this room
How the fading light betrays
Those summer days
That soon gave way to these
The turning of the leaves
All around everything is lined with dust
Frozen faces fade in photographs
A love's remains
Trapped by time
In silver frames
And me I'm the turning of the leaves
More October than July
More passed than passer by
More lost beneath the sky
But how the scent of you stays with me
Waits for me in every corner of this room
How the fading light betrays
Those summer days
That soon gave way to these
The turning of the leaves
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10. |
The Old Granny Waltz
05:45
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THE OLD GRANNY WALTZ
The old granny waltz is danced in threes
Is danced arm in arm is danced to cream teas
The old granny waltz is danced bag in hand
Is danced to the tune of an angry young man
And in the old days
They would birch him
They would church him
They would besmirch him
But not research him
And then just perch him
On some nice comfy chair
They would beat him
They would mistreat him
They would crush him
They would defeat him
They would thrash him
They would bash him
Not just put him in care
They would use him
They would abuse him
They would frame him
And then accuse him
And then they'd damn him
And then they'd hang him
And that would be that
And 1 2 3 1 2 3 gna gna gna gna
1 2 3 1 2 3 gna gna gna gna
And blue rinse and corsets and all dentures false
Take your humility please for the old granny waltz
The old granny waltz is danced in twos
Is danced arm in arm is danced in bus queues
The old granny waltz is danced bag in hand
Is danced wherever they find a pram
And they oochy
Oochy coochy
Who's a lovely
Little baby
Who's a sweetie
Who's an angel
Who's a nice little boy
Who's a lovey
Who love his mummy
What a good boy
And tickle tummy
And little fingers
And little booties
And mwah mwah mwah mwah
He's like his mother
Or her lover
Or his brother
Or some other
Or just another
Poor little bugger
Who'll grow up a mistake
And 1 2 3 1 2 3 gna gna gna gna
1 2 3 1 2 3 gna gna gna gna
And blue rinse and corsets and all dentures false
Take your hypocrisy please for the old granny waltz
The old granny waltz is danced alone
Is danced arm in arm in the armchair at home
The old granny waltz is danced old and unsure
Until the day she dances no more
And there we shall leave her
We shall grieve her
We shall let
The Lord retrieve her
As she will make
That trip we take
To that land far away
Where we know
We all must go
Up above
Or down below
All depending
On the ending
You choose to believe
But if you need proof
Of God's truth
Should you disbelieve
Oh squalid youth
Then just listen
And you can hear them
Cleaning their clouds
And 1 2 3 1 2 3 gna gna gna gna
1 2 3 1 2 3 gna gna gna gna
And white wings and halos and all men rejoice
Take your sanctity please for the old granny waltz
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11. |
Falling In Love Again
03:32
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FALLING IN LOVE AGAIN
Just as a desert sun
Leaves the coldest of nights
So the strongest of love
Leaves you cold when it dies
And you know that it will
For all you have learnt
You will soon forget
When you long to be burnt
And here I go again
Falling in love again
Baring my soul again
Losing control again
I know lovers must lose
I know lovers don't choose
Which lovers to love
Which lovers to lose
Though I know that my heart
Will be ripped apart
Well I never could stop myself
Even right from the start
So here I go again
Falling in love again
Baring my soul again
Losing control again
But still I must go
Though I already know
That the flowers of love die
Even while they grow
But to see how they bloom
To see their colours their shades
The way they light up the room
Ah just to touch them again
Well yes, here I go again
Falling in love again
Baring my soul again
Losing control again
Here I go again
Losing my mind again
Falling in love again
Falling in love again
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12. |
Racing Days
05:00
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RACING DAYS
Through grey November afternoons
Through April rains and flaming Junes
They come to wager wages
Or just waste a little time
They pick their pockets to the seams
To bet on spindle brindle dreams
That come out of the traps get bumped
At the first and never make it back
But these are racing days
You place your money where you choose
You learn to walk away with 'some you win'...
There's Danny the Face and Perfume John
Big Del and Paul he still owes a ton
Ginger and Gerry the Junk
Still telling stories about his cab
Faces come and faces go
Here one minute then before you know
Heather died Ray moved away
Little Tone got seven months
But these are racing days
You place your money where you choose
You learn to walk away with 'some you win'...
Nicola Jane's in a bit of a spot
Will she keep the baby or will she not
She'd better make her mind up soon
He's already nearly three
And Alex has got bruises on her face
She says he says he won't do it again
And well even if she changed the locks
He'd just break his way back in
But these are racing days
You place your money where you choose
You learn to walk away with 'some you win'...
Now we lay staring at the clouds
We give them eyes we give them mouths
We watch them as they fall apart
Under vast bridges of the sun
I lean across this open space
I kiss your nose and stroke your face
Then lie back and wonder where the hell
We'll be this time next year
But these are racing days
You place your money where you choose
You learn to walk away with 'some you win
And some you lose'
I have seen all kinds of everything
Just looking in your eyes
I have been all kinds of everywhere
Just lying by your side
And the days carry on
And we'll say want you want
We'll walk where we choose
We might never win
But we've got nothing to lose
I have seen all kinds of everything
Just looking in your big brown eyes
I have been all kinds of everywhere
Just lying by your side
And these are racing days
These are racing days
Racing days
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