Dexy'S Midnight Runners - Searching For The Young Soul Rebels (2000) by Dexy'S Midnight Runners (보컬) on maniadb.com

Geno! Geno! Geno! Geno! Geno! ...

Back in '68 in a sweaty club
Oh, Geno
Before Jimmy's Machine and The Rocksteady Rub
Oh-oh-oh Geno-o
On a night when flowers didn't suit my shoes
After a week of flunkin' and bunkin' school
The lowest head in the crowd that night
Just practicin' steps and keepin' outta the fights

Academic inspiration, you gave me none
But you were Michael the lover
The fighter that won
But now just look at me
I'm looking down at you
No, I'm not bein' flash
It's what I'm built to do

That man took the stage, his towel was swingin' high
Oh Geno
This man was my bombers, my Dexy's, my high
Oh-oh-oh Geno-o
The crowd they all hailed you, and chanted your name
But they never knew like we knew
Me and you were the same
And now you're all over, your song is so tame, brrrrr
You fed me, you bred me, I'll remember your name

Academic inspiration, you gave me none
You were Michael the lover
The fighter that won
But now just look at me
I'm looking down at you
No, I'm not bein' flash
It's what I'm built to do

Oh Geno, Woh-oh-oh Geno-o
Oh Geno, Woh-oh-oh Geno-o

You're looking to win it, but not taking it in
Uppers give you heart impotence but don't tell you anything.
People are saying, you're losing your feel.
Pretend you don't hear

Holed up in white Harlem, your conscience and you
You might need sympathy but that's not what I'd tell you
Your winning day was long ago
Don't let it show.
You're walking on marble, it's scorching your feet
(1to2lines missinghere)
Penthouse celebrity, Yes
But watch what you eat
People are saying you're losing your feel
Pretend you don't hear
Don't come any closer.

Holed up in white Harlem, your conscience and you
You might need sympathy but that's not what I'd tell you
Your winning day was long ago
Don't let it show.
(something here, around 4 words)

You gave me your ace card
I gave you my time
In a day of confusion
I said Id stash it with mine
But now my temperatures rising
My back has grown small
If you keep on calling
I dont think Ill give anymore
Cos you drank my blood
And theres no more left for you
Yes you shot to kill
But you couldnt see it through
We could have wrecked this place
Won another race
Could have walked scot-free out of here
You held out your greasy hand
It slipped away

I could have died
I could have cried
Could have saved you this time
Cos you drank my blood
And theres no more left for you
Yes you shot to kill
But you couldnt see it through.
We could have wrecked this place
Won another race
Could have walked scot-free out of here
But if there is someone
Point me at someone
Show me someone
Who feels like I see.