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The horses are on the track
There's a new dance that's going around When the hits start flying, you gotta get down All the young people dance 'round the square That old time groove is really nowhere So when you reach the bottom line The only thing t'do is climb Pick yourself up off the floor Don't know what you're waiting for A dance to the tune of economic decline Is when you do the bottom line Nagging questions always remain Why did it happen, and who was to blame? So when you reach the bottom line The only thing t'do is climb Pick yourself up off the floor Don't know what you're waiting for The horses are on the track They've been doing it down at the zoo And I can show ya, here's what t'do All of the States and over UK Even the Soviets are swinging away So when you reach the bottom line The only thing t'do is climb Pick yourself up off the floor Anything y'want is yours The road ahead's clear as a motorway Give us this day our daily breads, and send us on our way Perchance to dream or take a holiday Romeo, oh, Romeo, y'gotta have your say When you reach the bottom line The only thing t'do is climb Pick yourself up off the floor Don't know what you're waiting for When you reach the bottom line The only thing t'do is climb Pick yourself up off the floor Anything y'want is yours I'm gonna take ya to I'm gonna take ya to I'm gonna take ya to Part 2 |
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| 2. |
| 5:54 |
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Why don't you play the tune now?
I don't like music. Come on you little geezer. You'll look funny when you're fifty. Somebody I never met but in a way I know Didn't think that you could get so much from a picture show Man dies first reel People ask what's the deal? This ain't how it's supposed to be Don't like no aborigine Took a trip in Powis Square Pop star dyed his hair No fans to scream and shout When mobsters came to flush him out Gangland slaying underground New identity must be found On the left bank for a while Insanity Bohemian style Ritual ideas relativity Only buildings, no people prophecy Time slide, place to hide, nudge reality Foresight, minds wide, magic imagery, oh-ho Met a dwarf that was no good Dressed like little Red Riding Hood Bad habit taking life Calling card a six-inch knife Ran off really fast Mumbled something 'bout the past Best sex I've ever seen As if each moment was the last Drops of blood, colour slide Funeral for his bride But it's him who's really dead Gets to take the funeral ride Ritual ideas relativity Only buildings, no people prophecy Time slide, place to hide, nudge reality Foresight, minds wide, magic imagery, oh-oh, oh-ho, oh-ho You know, I don't think I'm gonna let you stay in the film business. I like a bit of a cavort. I don't answer solicitor's letters. I apply a bit of pressure. Space guy fell from the sky Scratched my head and wondered why Time slides into time Across international dateline Scientist eats bubblegum Hall of fame, baseball Senator's a hoodlum Big chiefs in the hall Ritual ideas relativity Only buildings, no people prophecy Time slide, place to hide, nudge reality Foresight, minds wide, magic imagery, oh-ho Stray thoughts fear to tread Placed upon the screen instead She's my flame too hot to hold Had to settle for her cold Bloodlust, Greek god, gold discovery Gone bust, tight wad, slow recovery Axe job, flame thrower, iron bar and gun Betting shop, new owner, a walk in the sun Ritual ideas relativity Only buildings, no people prophecy Time slide, place to hide, nudge reality Foresight, minds wide, magic imagery, oh-ho Spread the news: the Maestro's back With a beat-box soundtrack The King of brains - Queen of the sack Executives have heart attack It's assault course celluloid The money makers would avoid Sometimes notions get reversed Centre of the universe Ritual ideas relativity Only buildings, no people prophecy Time slide, place to hide, nudge reality Foresight, minds wide, magic imagery, oh-ho, oh-ho, oh-ho, oh-ho ... |
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| 3. |
| 6:30 |
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Get three coffins ready.
Huh? Ah! Covered wagon, medicine show Take you to a place where the healing flows, oh-ho Weak in spirit, we got the juice Won't save your soul, it'll shine your shoes, oh Treated king to kangaroo Santa Fe to Timbuktu, oh-ho Don't be fooled by imitation This is the stuff that cured a nation We took the tube and the high plains, too Never stopped long, just passing through A drop of the laughter of the maids of France Makes a hopeless cripple dance, oh It was really vile weather When we got tarred and feathered You could hear the six-guns sound As they chased us out of town Whoa-ho In India, we're all the rave Discovered that it's great as aftershave, oh-ho Dropped in the sea just off Japan Swapped twenty bottles for an aqua-walkman, oh Immunity from ridicule Improves your brains if you're a fool, oh-ho And I read in the Middle East Traded some for a hostage release Now if you`re bald, it'll give you hair If you've got straight trousers, it'll give you flares Feeling up, you'll get depressed Out of style, here's a brand new dress, oh It was really vile weather When we got tarred and feathered You could hear the six-guns sound As they chased us out of town Who the hell is that? One bastard goes in, another one comes out! Turn him around! Turn around! Turn him around! Turn around! (Laughing) I'm innocent of anything! You making some kind of joke? Oh, no. (Laughing) I don't think it's nice, you laughing. The stuff we sell is just the best Passing all consumer tests, oh-ho Days of heaven, nights of sin Voodoo stick and shark's fin When all around you seems like hell Just one sip will make you well, oh-ho Multi-purpose in a jar If you ain't ill it'll fix your car In days of yore, for all bad feelings Washing socks and stripping ceilings Nowadays, it's used medicinally For all known human malady, oh It was really vile weather When we got tarred and feathered You could hear the six-guns sound As they chased us out of town Whoa-ho... Wanted in fourteen counties of this state, the condemned is found guilty of the crimes of murder, armed robbery of citizens, state banks and post offices, the theft of sacred objects, arson in a state prison, perjury, bigamy, deserting his wife and children, inciting prostitution, kidnapping, extortion, receiving stolen goods, selling stolen goods, passing counterfeit money, and contrary to the laws of this state, the condemned is guilty of using marked cards and loaded dice. Therefore, according to the power invested in us, we sentence the accused here before us, Tuco Benedicto Pacifico Juan Maria Ramirez... ...known as the Rat... ...and any other aliases he might have, to hang by the neck until dead. May God have mercy on his soul. Proceed. Duck, you sucker! (Gunfire) I don't have to show you any stinkin' badges! (Gunfire & yelling) (Laughing to fade) |
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| 4. |
| 4:31 |
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"Sit tight and listen keenly while I`ll play for you a brand new musical biscuit"
There`s been a brainwave at the radio station Old idea from the woodstock generation Calling all the kids from across the nation In some it brings out love in others termination Love and unity Don`t worry bout the power we got a generator And publicity Batteries for rent you can pay us later Get your digital watches in synchronization Producer of the shows got a selfish motivation It`s the place to be and we got a location Another gold disc for an album compilation Bring the family Everybodys` welcome there will be no discrimination Take a tip from me In case there`s a problem bring identification C`mon every beatbox in the place to be C`mon every beatbox we got a ramellzee C`mon every beatbox let`s party and how C`mon every beatbox let`s party right now Party right now! Watch me I got it Watch me So the holy smokes are coming we got a confirmation Centre of the city been a major transformation Gandhi got a shock and he took a vacation Check the wild life it`s a real fascination Hope they stay in line Raiders Possa¨ British born but still they`re Jamaican Dailing 999 Salt `n pepper people stirred not shaken C`mon every beatbox in the place to be C`mon every beatbox we got a ramellzee C`mon every beatbox let`s party and how C`mon every beatbox let`s party right now Party right now! "Hold it right there" "The white man left me nothing out here but the underworld and that`s were I dance, where do you dance?" The knights of Saint George dressed for aggrovation Heard about the party and they sent a delegation The bulldog crew don`t need no provocation Got a strange idea about the country`s liberation B.A.D. and little Sipho Help keep the peace don`t need no lawbreaker No one can stop the show The promotor didn`t book no undertaker C`mon every beatbox in the place to be C`mon every beatbox we got a ramellzee |
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| 5. |
| 4:38 |
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"Good Morning Sodom and Gomorra
Good Morning Sinners No that wasn't your radio set on the bleep again" Sodom and Gomorra Let the DJ play 'Cos I'm only gone tomorrow and here today Lotta rockheads on the block Dougie died and Sue got frocked If the stove is hot then I ain't lost And Rosa says my star is crossed Little Jamie writes V. Thirteen Comes in by the door goes out by screen He don't listen to me he knows everything Girls on the avenue ask me to sing Sodom and Gomorra Let the DJ play 'Cos I'm only gone tomorrow and here today The paper drags and folds me down Like a paper cup I fly around I've been eating food that ain't been checked And the Russian rain is beating down my neck Screen blackout on the southern war Cue talk breakdown on point forty four There must be a place the preacher say "I guess" But a drifter will tell you no place is best Shout for all the people who have nothing to say 'Cos were only gone tomorrow and here today Was a one off dirt jam when England came good One night in a thousand they've played knock on wood We used to go roamin' go roamin' around When you don't look for something it's sure to be found Sodom and Gomorra Let the DJ play 'Cos I'm only gone tomorrow and here today Shout for all the people who have nothing to say 'Cos were only gone tomorrow and here today Sodom and Gomorra Let the DJ play 'Cos I'm only gone tomorrow and here today Yes I'm only gone tomorrow and here today "Sodom and Gomorra this is London gov." |
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| 6. |
| 4:55 |
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Here we buy some old English wreck
And we start it up for the girls to check Its mugs night out at the old palais And the girl wants a ride on a saturday Its time for the hour for the drunks to shout As the barman shoves the people out The red light says come on down And streetfights breakout all over town It's an English custom it's ceremony I'm your guide for the ride Sightsee M.C! I 've been in Pentonville I've been in Battersea I'm your guide for the ride Sightsee M.C! We got plenty of sixties slums They said she jumped from floor twenty one It's empty now but it blocks out the sun Used to be the shape of things to come The children runnin'raggedy breaking the glass Smashing the lights in the underpass Gonna need no flag when they're seventeen For waiting at someone who looks like the Queen I've been in Chinatown I've been in Embassy I'm your guide for the ride Sightsee M.C! Casino Dino and Roulette Len All know my name and back again This alley runs to the farm on the hill Where the nights are wild and the petrol spill Firestone Freddy and Molotov Jack Their shadow goes but it soon come back Striking sparks in floods of oil No name no flag for mother soil You can guarantee she'll burn tonight 'Cos England keeps the household white You know it ain't safe it's way too early or late The Mets' gonna getcha down in Bishopsgate I ain't at number 10 I'm at number twenty three B I'm your guide for the ride Sightsee M.C! Take all the bed box people and the opera lights London town is ours tonight Well it's over to you and bye from me I'm your guide for the ride Sightsee M.C! |
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| 7. |
| 4:11 |
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Move my feet
And touch my sole Bass sound drum beat Rock`and roll Just play that music I don`t care what key it`s in Where it`s come from Where it`s been Just play that music I don`t need to see your face I don`t need no autographs I can`t play your interviews Can`t hear your photographs You don`t need to be profound In fact don`t speak Just play that sound Just play that music I`ll turn on my radio If you`ve got a great live show Just play that music If it`s hitting make it stick Do your job just play music Critics mags and interviews Who cares about bad reviews Does it have to be so tame Do I have to twist and shout Do we have to play this game Or be down and out It don`t have to look the same I keep trying to tell `em It don`t have to all sound lame I sing the song you sell `em If it`s hitting make it stick Do your job just play music If you need an ear to lend I`ve got the cash to spend Move my feet And touch my sole Bass sound drum beat Rock and roll Just play that music I don`t care what key it`s in Where it`s come from Where it`s been Just play that music Does it have to be so tame Do I have to twist and shout Do we have to play this game Or be down and out It don`t have to look the same I keep trying to tell `em It don`t have to all sound lame I sing the song you sell `em Does it have to be so tame Do I have to twist and shout Do we have to play this game Or be down and out It don`t have to look the same I keep trying to tell `em It don`t have to all sound lame I sing the song you sell `em Just play that music! Just play that music I won`t refuse it I`d like to tell ya Just play that music! Stay on that feeling Don`t you loose it Stay on the stageing Just play that music! Don`t you loose it Just play that music! Some like theYankee sound Just play that music! Sometimes from London town Just play that music! I`ve seen the that alley ground Just play that music! Sometimes from London town Just play that music! |
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| 8. |
| 4:25 |
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Everythings not always great
Sometimes it`s just fine No one gets ten out of ten Lucky if it`s nine No I ain`t the greatest Sure there`s imperfections And if you gave me a test Might not pass the inspection Everythings not always great Sometimes it`s just fine I ain`t with the 100 crowd I`m with the 99 Nobody is perfect Of this I am sure I looked into the mirror And I saw the floor You can draw your own conclusion But I`ll tell you mine I ain`t with the 100 crowd I`m with the 99 Nobody is perfect That ain`t no jive No one gets ten out of ten You gotta strive for five I won`t say that I`m the best That you ever had But the bit that has been good Sure outweights the bad Nobody is perfect Tell you I don`t mind If you ain`t in the 100 crowd Join the 99 Got me some ambition Just like all the rest And I got a mission But I`d settle for less You can draw your own conclusion But I`ll tell you mine I ain`t with the 100 crowd I`m with the 99 I ain`t with the 100 crowd I`m with the 99 Hey hey now Everythings not always great Everythings not always great Sometimes it`s just fine Sometimes it`s just fine No one gets ten out of ten Lucky if it`s nine Everythings not always great Everythings not always great Sometimes it`s just fine Sometimes it`s just fine No one gets ten out of ten Lucky if it`s nine Hey hey now Everythings not always great Everythings not always great Sometimes it`s just fine Sometimes it`s just fine No one gets ten out of ten Lucky if it`s nine Everythings not always great Everythings not always great Sometimes it`s just fine Sometimes it`s just fine No one gets ten out of ten Lucky if it`s nine |
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| 9. |
| 4:11 |
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Feelings fly around
Around up in the air Bouncing off the walls Getting under my hair On the carpet in the weave Up in trees on the leaves Feelings flying everywhere I'm on the right track For what I want to say I got to get it out There ain't no other way To make contact There ain't no getting away From how I feel today Feelings flying around Around up in the air Out in the hall And sitting in my chair I've seen them on the train Coming down with the rain Feelings flying everywhere I'm on the right track For what I want to say I got to get it out There ain't no other way To make contact There ain't no getting away From how I feel today Feelings flying around Around up in the air Some are really small They come from over there Hard to ignore I see them all the more Feelings flying everywhere I'm on the right track For what I want to say I got to get it out There ain't no other way To make contact There ain't no getting away From how I feel today I'm on the right track For what I want to say I got to get it out There ain't no other way To make contact There ain't no getting away From how I feel today I'm on the right track For what I want to say I got to get it out There ain't no other way To make contact There ain't no getting away From how I feel today |
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| 3:32 |
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If I knew what I wanted, I just don't have the time
I wanna ride my motorcycle into the sunshine My TV's laughin', making me feel small Like I'm sad in a cell, all I see is these walls And I never wanna see another shopping mall Oh free to be what I will Oh free, I'll keep it up 'till I'm free or I won't have nothing at all This is my life, believing it, I will pay But why should I care about all that today? I need a head start and I don't wanna stall Gonna take a bulldozer to break down the walls And I never wanna see another shopping mall Oh free to be what I will Oh Free, I'll keep it up 'till I'm free or I won't have nothing at all Once we get out off the eighties, the nineties are gonna make the sixties look like the fifties Oh free to be what I will Oh free, I'll keep it up 'till I'm free or I won't have nothing at all Oh free to be what I will Oh free, I'll keep it up 'till I'm free or I won't have nothing at all WOW, I didn't have a rush like that since the Burgly riots |
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| 3:08 |
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If I had my time again
I would do it all the same And not change a single thing Even when I was to blame For the heartache and the pain That I caused throughout my years How I'd love to be your man Through the laughter and the tears Situation no win Rush for a change of atmosphere I can't go on so I give in Gotta get myself right outta here Now I'm fully grown And I know where it's at Somehow I stayed thin While the other guys got fat All the chances that I've blown And the times that I've been down I didn't get too high Kept my feet on the ground Situation no win Rush for a change of atmosphere I can't go on so I give in Gotta get myself right outta here (Man) Yes, yes, delightful, delightful Rush for a change of atmosphere (man again) Mmm, I wish I could sing like that. Not everything's singing, you know The only important thing these days is rhythm and melody, rhythm and melody And of all my friends You've been the best to me Soon will be the day When I repay you handsomely Broken hearts are hard to mend I know, I've had my share But life just carries on Even when I'm not there Situation no win Rush for a change of atmosphere I can't go on so I give in Gotta get myself right outta here Situation no win Rush for a change of atmosphere I can't go on so I give in Gotta get myself right outta here Gotta get myself right Gotta get myself right Gotta get myself right outta here Gotta get myself right Gotta get myself right Gotta get myself right outta here |
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| 3:46 |
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Break it on down
Bless you Bless you Oh bless you Bless you Where are you going My beautiful friend Is this the road that We take til the end And if we break down Are we left behind Is this the highway Of all mankind Axis spins so round and round we go Where we're goin no one really knows Here we here we here we here we go Feel the fire way down below CHORUS: Come on and dim the lights (It's party time) Switch on the strobe (Do what you like) We gonna have a ball tonight (Let's have a ball) Down at the Globe (Time to look at ?) Come on dim the lights (Here we here we here we go again) Switch on the strobe (Lookin right ?) Gonna have a ball tonight (All I see is ?) Down at the Globe Get up and clean your teeth and have a shave It's 1am let's go out to a rave One more in before we hit that grave It's hotter than a microwave wave Chorus Where is the failure Not in this land But still you try to Get what you can You know that it's bad but If you insist Here's one more chance now That you just missed Chorus (x3) |
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| 13. |
| 3:45 |
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The right hemisphere controls and governs creativity
(The right hemisphere controls and governs creativity) The right hemisphere controls and governs creativity Watch this for me, it’s in the morning hanging around We got to get down; rock it up from this shaky ground Come on and smell out your hardy party, move everywhere Let’s see you people laughing, people punching out in the air Looking for a song? About 3.30 long A song that I can sing It don’t need no complicated theme The melody will verberate About these secret pains Something has got a ring It don’t need no complicated theme, complicated theme It ain’t as easy as it looks Coming up with all those hooks Remember that it has to swing It don’t need no complicated theme And do you feel that what you play Well if you do then that’s OK Maybe add a little swing It don’t need no complicated theme, complicated theme General quarters, general quarters, all hand man your battle stations We’re going over this bridge A bust, like we always do Somewhere at about the middle of the last after chorus two Here we got the drums bass and guitars and a DJ too And we’re coming to a town near you Looking for a song? Here comes a bebop a? The sound is all coming to ya I’m gonna get ya I’m gonna teach ya I’m gonna get this beat to get ya Get down to big time and loose your lack of Come on and and jump and Fuck that give all your best Looking for a song? About 3.30 long A song that I can sing It don’t need no complicated theme The melody will verberate About these secret pains Something has got a ring It don’t need no complicated theme, complicated theme It ain’t as easy as it looks (It ain’t as easy as it looks) Coming up with all those hooks (Coming up with all those hooks) Remember that it has to swing (Remember that it has to swing) It don’t need no complicated theme And do you feel that what you play (And do you feel that what you play) Well if you do then that’s OK (Well if you do then that’s OK) Maybe add a little swing (Maybe add a little swing) It don’t need no complicated theme, complicated theme It don’t need no complicated theme (?) |
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| 3:40 |
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I saw Elvis washing clothes in the launderette by the grove
Washing powder on his nose, down the Harrow Road He was talkin' bout a song Had it all but got it wrong Now he wants to join the band and play along There's so many stories being told, down Harrow Road Since you were young until your old, down Harrow Road Down the Harrow Road There's this bloke who thinks he's handy Selling globes and home made brandy He comes all the way from Bendy down to Harrow Road You see over the cemetery wall from the bridge, about to fall Don't let them work in over night Their men will finish it off There's so many stories being told, down Harrow Road Since you were young until your old, down Harrow Road Down the Harrow Road Now here comes your brand new sensation So all you DUBBLE U's get to your battle stations So nobody try to put I on probation 'Cause this one is coming to all the nation. Do it So many stories being told, down Harrow Road Since you were young until your old, down Harrow Road (Run a combi with a heavy, heavy load) So many stories being told, down Harrow Road Since you were young until your old, down Harrow Road (Come down to Harrow Road, come with me to back in time) So many stories being told, down Harrow Road Since you were young until your old, down Harrow Road Down the Harrow Road (?) |
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| 3:47 |
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One, two, three, four
Mummy was a hostess, daddy was a drunk 'Cos they didn't love me then, I turned out a punk An ex house full of memories, memories and junk Never had a childhood, I turned out a punk Better learn how to play guitar with a plink and a plunk I didn't like jazz, I didn't like funk I turned out a punk I turned out a punk Slowly started slipping down 'till my ship was sunk Going nowhere in my life, I turned out a punk Didn't care 'bout anyone, sat 'round smoking skunk Didn't know what I had done, I turned out a punk Better learn how to play guitar with a plink and a plunk I didn't like jazz, I didn't like funk I turned out a punk I turned out a punk Better learn how to play guitar with a plink and a plunk I didn't like jazz, I didn't like funk I turned out a punk I turned out a punk Woke in the afternoon with a mouth full of gunk Blob out with my video, I turned out a punk Took my disabilities, packed them in a trunk Rock 'n' roll's alright by me, I turned out a punk Better learn how to play guitar with a plink and a plunk I didn't like jazz, I didn't like funk I turned out a punk I turned out a punk I turned out a punk I turned out a punk |
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