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You get a shiver in the dark
It's raining in the park but meantime South of the river you stop and you hold everything A band is blowing Dixie double four time You feel alright when you hear that music ring Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down Competition in other places Ah but the horns, they blowing that sound Way on down south, way on down south, London town You check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords Mind, he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing Yes, and an old guitar is all he can afford When he gets up under the lights to play his thing And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright He can play the honky tonk like anything Saving it up for Friday night With the Sultans, with the Sultans of Swing And a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band It ain't what they call rock and roll Then the Sultans, yeah, the Sultans they play Creole Creole And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone And says at last, just as the time bell rings "Goodnight, now it's time to go home" Then he makes it fast with one more thing "We are the Sultans, we are the Sultans of Swing" |
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| 2. |
| 3:46 |
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Lady writer on the TV
Talk about the Virgin Mary Reminded me of you Expectation left to come up to yeah Lady writer on the TV Yeah, she had another quality The way you used to look And I know you never read a book Just the way that her hairfell down around her face Then I recall my fall from grace Another time, another place Lady writer on the TV She had all her brains and the beauty The pictures does not fit You talked to me when you felt like it Just the way that her hairfell down around her face Then I recall my fall from grace Another time, another place Yes and your rich old man You know he'd call her a dead ringer You got the same command Plus your mother was a jazz singer Just the way that her hairfell down around her face Then I recall my fall from grace Another time, another place Lady writer on the TV She knew all about a history You couldn't hardly write your name I think I want you just the same as the Lady writer on the TV Talking about the Virgin Mary Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me And lady writer on the TV Lady writer on the TV Talking about the Virgin Mary Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me And lady writer on the TV |
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| 3. |
| 6:03 |
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Narrator:
A lovestruck Romeo sings the streets a serenade Laying everybody low with a love song that he made Finds a street light, steps out of the shade Says something like, "You and me babe, how about it?" Juliet says, "Hey it's Romeo, you nearly gave me a heart attack" He's underneath the window, she's singing, "Hey la, my boyfriend's back You shouldn't come around here, singing up at people like that" Anyway, what you gonna do about it? Romeo: Juliet, the dice was loaded from the start, And I bet, then you exploded in my heart, And I forget, I forget, the movie song When you gonna realize, it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet? Come up on different streets, they both were streets of shame, Both dirty, both mean, yes and the dream was just the same, And I dreamed your dream for you, and now your dream is real How can you look at me as if I was just another one of your deals? Well you can fall for chains of silver, you can fall for chains of gold You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold You promised me everything, you promised me thick and thin yeah Now you just say, "Oh Romeo, yeah, you know I used to have a scene with him" Juliet, when we made love you used to cry You said "I love you like the stars above, I'll love you till I die" There's a place for us, you know the movie song When you gonna realize, it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet? I can't do the talk like the talk on the TV And I can't do a love song, like the way it's meant to be I can't do everything, but I'll do anything for you I can't do anything 'cept be in love with you And all I do is miss you, and the way we used to be All I do is keep the beat, the bad company And all I do is kiss you, through the bars of a rhyme Julie, I'd do the stars with you, anytime Ah Juliet, when we made love you used to cry You said I love you like the stars above, I'll love you till I die There's a place for us, you know the movie song When you gonna realize, it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet? Narrator: And a lovestruck Romeo he sings the streets a serenade Laying everybody low, with a love song that he made Find a convenient streetlight, steps out of the shade And says something like, "You and me babe, how 'bout it?" Romeo: "You and me babe, how about it?" |
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| 4. |
| 8:11 |
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Getting crazy on the waltzers but it's the life that I choose
Yeah sing about the sixblade sing about the switchback and a torture tattoo And I been riding on a ghost train where the cars they scream and slam And I don't know where I'll be tonight but I'd always tell you where I am In a screaming ring of faces I seen her standing in the light She had a ticket for the races yeah just like me she was a victim of the night I put a hand upon the lever said let it rock and let it roll I had the one arm bandit fever there was an arrow through my heart and my soul And the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above And I'm just high on the world Come on and take a low ride with me girl On the tunnel of love yeah-eah love It's just the danger when you're riding at your own risk She said you are the perfect stranger she said baby let's keep it like this It's just a cake walk twisting baby yeah step right up and see Hey mister give me two give me two now cos any two can play And the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above And I'm just high on the world Come on and take a low ride with me girl On the tunnel of love whoa-oah love Well it's been money for muscle on a another whirligig Money for muscle and a another girl I dig Another hustle just to just to make it big And rockaway rockaway Oh rockaway rockaway And girl it looks so pretty to me like it always did Oh like the spanish city to me when-a we were kids Yeah girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did Oh like the spanish city to me when-a we were kids Check it out She took off a silver locket she said remember me by this She put her hand in my pocket I got a keepsake and a kiss And in the roar of dust and diesel I stood and watched her walk away I could have caught up with her easy enough but something must have made me stay And the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above And I'm just high on this world Come on and take a low ride with me girl On the tunnel of love yeah-eah love love love On the tunnel of love yeah-eah love love And now I'm searching through these carousels and the carnival arcades Searching everywhere from steeplechase to palisades In any shooting gallery where promises are made To rockaway rockaway Rockaway rockaway from cullercoats and whitley bay out to rockaway And girl it looks so pretty to me like it always did Like the spanish city to me when we were kids Girl it looks so pretty to me like it always did Like the spanish city to me when-a we were kids |
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| 5. |
| 5:51 |
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It's a mystery to me ... the game commences
For the usual fee ... plus expenses Confidential information ... it's in a diary This is my investigation ... it's not a public inquiry I go checking out the reports ... digging up the dirt You get to meet all sorts in this line of work Treachery and treason ... there's always an excuse for it And when I find the reason I still can't get used to it And what have you got at the end of the day? What have you got to take away? A bottle of whisky and a new set of lies Blinds on the windows and a pain behind the eyes Scarred for life ... no compensation Private investigations |
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| 6. |
| 3:32 |
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We're going on a holiday now
Gonna take a villa, a small chalet On the Costa del Magnifico Where the cost of living is so low Yeah, we're gonna be so neat Dance to the Eurobeat Yeah, we're gonna be so cool Twisting by the pool Sitting in a small cafe now Swing, swing, swingin to the cabaret You wanna see a movie, take in a show now Meet new people at the disco Yeah, we're gonna be so neat Dance to the Eurobeat Yeah, we're gonna be so cool Twisting by the pool And we can still get information Reading all about inflation And you're never gonna be out of reach There's a call-box on the beach Mmm, you're gonna look so cute Sunglasses and bathing suites Be the baby of my dreams Like the ladies in the magazine Yeah, we're gonna be so neat Dance to the Eurobeat Yeah, we're gonna be so cool Twisting by the pool I'm a twisting fool Just twisting, yeah twisting Twisting by the pool |
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| 7. |
| 3:36 |
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You walk out on the high wire
You're a dancer on thin ice You pay no heed to the danger And less to advice Your footsteps are forbidden But with knowledge of your sin You throw your love to all the strangers And caution to the wind And you go dancing through doorways Just to see what you will find Leaving nothing to interfere With the crazy balance of your mind And when you finally reappear At the place where you came in You've thrown your love to all the strangers And caution to the wind It takes lover over gold And mind over matter To do what you do that you must When the things that you hold Can fall and be shattered Or run through your fingers like dust |
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| 8. |
| 4:00 |
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Here I am again in this mean old town
And you're so far away from me Now where are you when the sun goes down You're so far away from me You're so far away from me So far I just can't see You're so far away from me You're so far away from me All right I'm tired of being in love and being all alone When you're so far away from me I'm tired of making out on the telephone 'Cause you're so far away from me You're so far away from me You're so far I just can't see You're so far away from me You're so far away from me All right And I get so tired when I have to explain When you're so far away from me See you've been in the sun and I've been in the rain And you're so far away from me You're so far away from me You're so far I just can't see You're so far away from me You're so far away from me Check it out So far away You're so far away from me (You're so far) All right (You're so far) Yes, you're so far away from me |
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| 9. |
| 4:07 |
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I want my, I want my MTV
I want my, I want my MTV I want my, I want my MTV I want my, I want my MTV Now look at them yo-yo's, that's the way you do it You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and your chicks for free Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it Lemme tell ya them guys ain't dumb Maybe get a blister on your little finger Maybe get a blister on your thumb We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's See the little faggot with the earring and the makeup Yeah buddy that's his own hair That little faggot got his own jet airplane That little faggot he's a millionaire We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's (Move-a, move-a... uh) (We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries) We gotta move these refrigerators (We gotta move these colour TV's) Look here, look here I shoulda learned to play the guitar I shoulda learned to play them drums Look at that mama, she got it stickin' in the camera Oh, man we could have some fun And he's up there, what's that? Hawaiian noises? He's bangin' on the bongoes like a chimpanzee Oh, that ain't workin' that's the way you do it Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's Listen here Now, that ain't workin' that's the way you do it You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and your chicks for free Money for nothin', chicks for free Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free Money for nothin', chicks for free Money for nothin', chicks for free Money for nothin', chicks for free Get your money for nothin', get your chicks for free (Ow, yeah) Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free (What's that?) Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free (Look at that, look at that) Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) (Bozos) Money for nothin' and your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) Get your money for nothin' and your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) Ow, money for nothin' and your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) (Easy easy money) money for nothin', (Easy easy chicks) chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) (Easy easy) money for nothin', your chicks for free (I want my, I want my, I want my MTV) (That ain't workin') Money for nothin', chicks for free Money for nothin' |
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| 4:51 |
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These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys and your farms And you'll no longer burn To be brothers in arms Through these fields of destruction Baptisms of fire I've witnessed your suffering As the battle raged higher And though they did hurt me so bad In the fear and alarm You did not desert me My brothers in arms There's so many different worlds So many different suns And we have just one world But we live in different ones Now the sun's gone to hell And the moon's riding high Let me bid you farewell Every man has to die But it's written in the starlight And every line in your palm We're fools to make war On our brothers in arms |
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| 11. |
| 4:09 |
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Here come Johnny singing oldies, goldies
Be-Bop-A-Lula, Baby What I Say Here come Johnny singing I Gotta Woman Down in the tunnel trying to make it pay He got the action, he got the motion Oh yeah the boy can play A dedication, devotion Turning all the night time into the day He do the song about the sweet lovin' woman He do the song about the knife And he do the walk, he do the walk of life Yeah, he do the walk of life Here comes Johnny gonna tell you the story Hand me down my walkin' shoes Here come Johnny with the power and the glory Backbeat the talkin' blues He got the action, he got the motion Oh yeah the boy can play A dedication, devotion Turning all the night time into the day He do the song about the sweet lovin' woman He do the song about the knife Then he do the walk, he do the walk of life Yeah, he do the walk of life Here come Johnny singing oldies, goldies Be-Bop-A-Lula, Baby What I Say Here come Johnny singing I Gotta Woman Down in the tunnel, trying to make it pay He got the action, he got the motion Oh yeah the boy can play A dedication, devotion Turning all the night time into the day And after all the violence and double talk There's just a song in all the trouble and the strife You do the walk, yeah, you do the walk of life Mmm, you do the walk of life |
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| 4:38 |
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Calling Elvis - is anybody home
Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Did he leave the building Or can he come to the phone Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Well tell him I was calling just to wish him well Let me leave my number - Heartbreak Hotel Oh love me tender - baby don't be cruel Return to sender - treat me like a fool Calling Elvis - is anybody home Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Did he leave the building Can he come to the phone Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone All right Why don't you go get him - I'm his biggest fan You gotta tell him - he's still the man Long distance baby - so far from home Don't you think maybe you could put him on Well tell him I was calling just to wish him well Let me leave my number - Heartbreak Hotel Oh love me tender - baby don't be cruel Return to sender - treat me like a fool Calling Elvis - is anybody home Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Did he leave the building Can he come to the phone Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Calling Elvis - is anybody home Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone Did he leave the building Can he come to the phone Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone |
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| 4:56 |
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Last time I was sober, man I felt bad
Worst hangover that I ever had It took six hamburgers and scotch all night Nicotine for breakfast just to put me right 'Cos if you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool, you got to run On heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Yeah My life makes perfect sense Lust and food and violence Sex and money are my major kicks Get me in a fight I like the dirty tricks 'Cos if you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool Yes if you wanna run cool, you got to run On heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel My chick loves a man who's strong The things she'll do to turn me on I love the babes, don't get me wrong Hey, that's why I wrote this song Yeah I don't care if my liver is hanging by a thread Don't care if my doctor says I ought to be dead When my ugly big car won't a-climb this hill I'll write a suicide note on a hundred dollar bill 'Cos if you wanna run cool If you wanna run cool Yes if you wanna run cool, you got to run On heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fuel Heavy, heavy fue-uel Heavy, heavy fue-uel Heavy, heavy fue-uel Heavy, heavy fue-uel Heavy, heavy fue-uel |
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| 4:36 |
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There's gotta be a record of you someplace
You gotta be on somebody's books The lowdown - a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete And it's your face I'm looking for on every street A ladykiller - regulation tattoo Silver spurs on his heels Says - what can I tell you, as I'm standing next to you She threw herself under my wheels Oh it's a dangerous road And a hazardous load And the fireworks over liberty explode in the heat And it's your face I'm looking for on every street A three-chord symphony crashes into space The moon is hanging upside down I don't know why it is I'm still on the case It's a ravenous town And you still refuse to be traced Seems to me such a waste And every victory has a taste that's bittersweet And it's your face I'm looking for on every street And it's your face I'm looking for on every street |
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| 5:38 |
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All the late night bargains have been struck
Between the satin beaus and their belles Prehistoric garbage trucks Have the city to themselves Echoes roars dinosaurs They're all doing the monster mash And most of the taxis, most of the whores Are only taking calls for cash Mmmm, I don't know how it happened It all took place so quick But all I can do is hand it to you And your latest trick Well now my door was standing open Security was laid back and lax But it was only my heart got broken You must have had a passkey made out of wax You played robbery with insolence And I played the blues in twelve bars down Lover's Lane And you never did have the intelligence to use The twelve keys hanging off my chain Mmmm, I don't know how it happened It all took place so quick But all I can do is hand it to you And your latest trick Now it's past last call for alcohol Past recall has been here and gone The landlord he finally paid us all The satin jazzmen have put away their horns And we're standing outside of this wonderland Looking so bereaved and so bereft Like a Bowery bum when he finally understands The bottle's empty and there's nothing left Mmmm, I don't know how it happened It was faster than the eye could flick But all I can do is hand it to you And your latest trick |
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| 9:06 |
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| 5:29 |
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| 2:23 |
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| 7:31 |
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| 13:14 |
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| 8:55 |
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| 6:37 |
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