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A long time ago came a man on a track walking thirty miles with a pack on his back and he put down his load where he thought it was the best made a home in the wilderness he built a cabin and a winter store and he ploughed up the ground by the cold lake shore and the other travellers came riding down the track and they never went further, no, they never went back then came the churches then came the schools then came the lawyers then came the rules then came the trains and the trucks with their loads and the dirty old track was the telegraph road Then came the mines - then came the ore then there was the hard times then there was a war telegraph sang a song about the world outside telegraph road got so deep and so wide like a rolling river. . . And my radio says tonight it's gonna freeze people driving home from the factories there's six lanes of traffic three lanes moving slow. . . I used to like to go to work but they shut it down I got a right to go to work but there's no work here to be found yes and they say we're gonna have to pay what's owed we're gonna have to reap from some seed that's been sowed and the birds up on the wires and the telegraph poles they can always fly away from this rain and this cold you can hear them singing out their telegraph code all the way down the telegraph road You know I'd sooner forget but I remember those nights when life was just a bet on a race between the lights you had your head on my shoulder you had your hand in my hair now you act a little colder like you don't seem to care but believe in me baby and I'll take you away from out of this darkness and into the day from these rivers of headlights these rivers of rain from the anger that lives on the streets with these names 'cos I've run every red light on memory lane I've seen desperation explode into flames and I don't want to see it again. . . From all of these signs saying sorry but we're closed all the way down the telegraph road |
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| 2. |
| 5:49 |
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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 You step inside but you don't see too many faces Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down Too much competition too many other places But not too many horns can make that sound Way on downsouth way on downsouth 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 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 honky tonk just 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 The don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band It ain't what they call rock and roll And the Sultans And the Sultans played Creole And then the man he steps right up to the microphone And says at last just as the time bell rings 'Thank you goodnight now it's time to go home' and he makes it fast whith one more thing We are the Sultans We are the Sultans of Swing |
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| 3. |
| 6:16 |
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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 a 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 love 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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| 4. |
| 6:00 |
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a lovestruck romeo sings a streetsuss serenade laying everybody low with a lovesong that he made finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade says something like you and me babe how about it juliet says hey it's romeo you nearly gimme a heart attack he's underneath the window she's singing hey la my boyfriend's back you shoudn't come around here singing up at people like that anyway what you gonna do about it juliet the dice were loaded from the start and i bet and 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 i was just another one of your deals when 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 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 i can't do the talk like they talking on the tv and i can't do a love song like the way its meant to be i can't do everything but i'd do anything for you i can't do anything except 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 and bad company all i do is kiss you through the bars of a rhyme julie i'd do the stars with you any time 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 a lovestruck romeo sings a streetsuss serenade laying everybody low with a lovesong that he made finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade says something like you and me babe how about it - |
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| 5:58 |
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| 5:07 |
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| 8. |
| 8:24 |
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Now look at them yo - yos 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 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 TVs 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 kitchens deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TVs 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 Man we could have some fun And he's up there, what's that? Hawaiian noises? Bangin' on the bongos like a chimpanzee That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Get your money for nothin' get your chicks for free We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TVs, Lord 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' and chicks for free |
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| 6:58 |
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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 arm Through these fields of destruction Baptism of fire I've watched all your suffering As the battles 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 on your palm We're fools to make war On our brothers in arms |
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| 10. |
| 4:09 |
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Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldies Be-Bop-A-Lua, Baby What I Say Here comes Johnny singing I Gotta Woman Down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay He got the action, he got the motion Yeah, the boy can play 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 He do the walk, he do the walk of life Here comes Johnny and he'll 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 Yeah, the boy can play 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 He do the walk, he do the walk of life Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldies Be-Bop-A-Lula, Baby What I Say Here comes Johnny singing I Gotta Woman Down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay He got the action, he got the motion Yeah the boy can play Decidation devotion Turning all the night time into the day And after all the violence and double talk There's just a song in the trouble and the strife You do the walk, you do the walk of life |
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| 6:30 |
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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 and roars, dinosaurs They're all doing the monster mash And most of the taxis, most of the whores Are only taking calls for cash 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 a-broken You must have had a pass key made out of wax You played robbery with insolence And I played the blues in twelve bars down on Lover's Lane And you never did have the intelligence to use The twelve keys hanging off of my chain 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, 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 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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| 6:24 |
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| 2. |
| 5:04 |
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| 3. |
| 5:01 |
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| 4. |
| 4:44 |
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It's time to come away, my darling pretty It's time to come away on the changing tide Time to come away, darling pretty And I need you darling by my side Heal me with a smile, darling pretty Heal me with a smile and a heart of gold Carry me awhile, my darling pretty Heal my aching heart and soul Just like a castaway Lost upon an endless sea I saw you far away Come to rescue me Cast away the chains, darling pretty Cast away the chains away behind Take away my pain, my darling pretty And the chains that once were yours and mine There will come a day, darling pretty There will come a day when hearts can fly Love will find a way, my darling pretty Find a heaven for you and I Love will find a way, my darling pretty Find a heaven for you and I |
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| 5. |
| 7:17 |
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And I wished for so long, cannot stay...
All the precious moments, cannot stay... It's not like wings have fallen, cannot stay... But I feel something's missing, cannot say... Holding hands are daughters and sons And their faiths just falling down, down, down, down... I have wished for so long How I wish for you today We all walk the long road. Cannot stay... There's no need to say goodbye... All the friends and family All the memories going round, round, round, round I have wished for so long How I wish for you today And the wind keeps roaring And the sky keeps turning gray And the sun is set The sun will rise another day... We all walk the long road. Cannot stay... There's no need to say goodbye... All the friends and family All the memories going round, round, round, round I have wished for so long How I wish for you today How I've wished for so long How I wish for you today We all walk the long road |
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| 6. |
| 4:09 |
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We had no way of staying afloat,
We had to leave on a ferryboat. Economic refugees, On the run to Germany. We had the back of Maggie's hand, Times were tough in Geordie-land. We got our tools and working gear And humped it all from Newcastle to here. Why aye man. Why aye, why aye man. Why aye man, Why aye, why aye man. Why aye man. Why aye, why aye man. Why aye man, Why aye, why aye man. We're nomad tribes, travelling boys, In the dust and dirt and the wrecking noise. Drills and hammers, diggers and picks, Mixing concrete, laying bricks. There's English, Irish, Scots, the lot. United Nations what we got. Brickies, chippies, every trade. German building, British made. Why aye man. Why aye, why aye man. Why aye man, Why aye, why aye man. Why aye man. Why aye, why aye man. Why aye man, Why aye, why aye man. Nay more work on Maggie's farm. Head away down the autobahn. Mine's a Portakabin bed, Or a bunk in a Nissen hut instead. There's plenty Deutschmarks here to earn. And German tarts are wunderschon. German beer is chemical free. Germany's alright with me. Sometimes I miss my River Tyne, But you're my pretty fraulein. Tonight we'll drink the old town dry, Keep our spirit levels high. Why aye man. Why aye, why aye man. Why aye man, Why aye, why aye man. Why aye man. Why aye, why aye man. Why aye man, Why aye, why aye man. Sometimes I miss my River Tyne, But you're my pretty fraulein. Tonight we'll drink the old town dry, Keep our spirit levels high. Sometimes I miss my River Tyne, But you're my pretty fraulein. Tonight we'll drink the old town dry, Keep our spirit levels high. |
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| 5:53 |
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I am Jeremiah Dixon
I am a Geordie boy A glass of wine with you sir and a ladies arms enjoy Oh Durham and Northumberland Is measured up by my own hand It was my fate from birth To make my mark upon the earth... He calls me Charlie Mason A stargazer am I It seems that I was born To chart the evening sky He cut me out for picking bread But I had other dreams instead This baker's boy from the west country Would join the Royal Society... We are sailing to Philadelphia A world away from the coaly Tyne Sailing to Philadelphia To draw the line A Mason-Dixon line Now you're a good surveyor, Dixon But I swear you'll make me mad The West will kill us both You gullible Geordie lad You talk of liberty How can America be free A Geordie and a baker's boy In the forests of the Iroquois... Now hold your head up, Mason See America lies there The moon and tide has raised The capes of Delaware Come up and feel the sun A new morning has begun Another day will make it clear Why your star should guide us here... We are sailing to Philadelphia A world away from the coaly Tyne Sailing to Philadelphia To draw the line A Mason-Dixon line |
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| 4:56 |
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The drinking dens are spilling out There's staggering in the square There's lads and lasses falling about And a crackling in the air Down around the dungeon doors The shelters and the queues Everybody's looking for Somebody's arms to fall into And it's what it is It's what it is now There's frost on the graves and the monuments But the taverns are warm in town People Curse the government And shovel hot food down The lights are out in the city hall The castle and the keep The moon shines down upon it all The legless and asleep And it's cold on the tollgate With the wagons creeping through Cold on the tollgate God knows what I could do with you And it's what it is It's what it is now The garrison sleeps in the citadel With the ghosts and the ancient stones High up on the parapet A Scottish piper stands alone And high on the wind The highland drums begin to roll And something from the past just comes And stares into my soul And it's cold on the tollgate With the Caledonian Blues Cold on the tollgate God knows what I could do with you And it's what it is It's what it is now What it is It's what it is now There's a chink of light, there's a burning wick There's a lantern in the tower Wee Willie Winkie with a candlestick Still writing songs in the wee wee hours On Charlotte Street I take A walking stick from my hotel The ghost of Dirty Dick Is still in search of Little Nell And it's what it is It's what it is now Oh what it is What it is now |
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| 5:02 |
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We're taking on water
Diesel and stores Laying up awhile Before I'm back on board They're patching her up To go fishing again They're welding her rudder Scrubbing her keel Scars on her belly Need time to heal In the dock With the trawlermen I know all the people There's nobody new Soon we'll be leaving With the same old crew On the green water The tumbling sea They ain't running Like the good old days Time's just slipping Down the old slipways In the dock So dear to me Dark is the night I need a guiding light To keep me From foundering On the rocks My only prayer Is just to see you there At the end Of my wandering Back in the dock ah~ I could use a layoff Getting my strength back But there's a loan to pay off And a few skipjack So it's a turnaround Back in the southerly wind Pirates coming in To steal our gold You can count yourself lucky With a profit in the hold In the dock When we come in Dark is the night I need a guiding light To keep me From foundering On the rocks My only prayer Is just to see you there At the end Of my wandering Back in the dock |
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| 5:49 |
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I'm going to San Bernardino Ridididin
Milkshake mix is thus my thing now These guys bought a heap of my stuff And I gotta see a good thing shooting up now Folks line up all down the street Now I am seeing this girl devour her meat now And then I get it Wham as clear as day My pulse begins to hammer then I hear a voice say These boys have got this down ought to be one of these in every town These boys have got the touch It's clean as a whistle and it don't cost much Wham bam don't wait long, shake fries plenty of gum How about that friendly name, heck, every little thing gotta stay the same Or my name is not Kroc, that's Kroc with a K A crocodile is not spelt that way now It's Dog eat dog, rat eat rat Kroc style - Boom like that You gentlemen are to expand You're gonna need a helping hand now So gentlemen well what about me? We'll make a little business history now Well we'll build it up and I'll buy him out The man they made me grind it out now They open up a new place flippin meat So I do too, right across the street I got the main I need town, sell em' in the end and it all shuts down Sometimes you gotta be an S.O.B. you wanna make a dream reality Competition sent em south, they're gonna drown or we're hosing em' out Do not pass go go straight to hell I smell a lotta meat .....da smell Or my name is not Kroc that's Kroc with a K A crocodile is not spelt that way now Ohh it's Dog eat Dog, Rat eat Rat Dog eat Dog, Rat eat Rat now Ohh it's Dog eat Dog, Rat eat Rat Kroc style - Boom like that |
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