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| 1. |
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True love will never fade
True love will never fade True love will never fade True love will never fade True love will never fade I wonder if there's no forever No walking hand in hand Down a yellow brick road To never never land These days I get to where I'm going Make it there eventually Follow the trail of breadcrumbs To where I'm meant to be To where I'm meant to be I don't know what brought you to me That was up to you There's so many come to see me Who want their own tattoo I fixed a needle in a holder Laid my hand upon your spine And there upon your shoulder I drew the picture as your sign When I think about us I see the picture that we made The picture to remind us True love will never fade True love will never fade True love will never fade True love will never fade I worked the rowdies and daytrippers Now and then I think of you Any which way we're all shufflin' Forward in the queue They like to move my operation They like to get me off the pier And I dream I'm on a steamer Pullin' out of here When I think about us I see a picture that we made The picture to remind us True love will never fade True love will never fade True love will never fade True love will never fade True love will never fade True love will never fade |
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| 2. |
| 3:52 |
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The scaffolder's wife
Driving out of the yard With a face that's as hard As a scaffolder's bar - When she goes into town She might take the top down On the car The quick little steps In the stiletto boots And the hair with the roots She comes in as a rule To get the nails done And the tan for the sun When the kids are in school Don't begrudge her the Merc It's been nothing but work And a hard life Losing her looks Over company books - the scaffolder's wife In the wicked old days When they went it alone Kept the company going On a wing and a prayer They don't pay what they owe When they have the cash flow - they don't care Don't begrudge her the Merc It's been nothing but work And a hard life Losing her looks Over company books - the scaffolder's wife |
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| 3. |
| 4:08 |
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Sunday morning here we are.
The boy's come home not quite the movie star. He's been in Hollywood. The boy's come home. The boy's done good. He says she asked too high a price neglecting to declare what sits between them there on ice, chilled, with the fizzy and the still: he tried bud didn't make it there. 'It's not for me It's not for me'. Sunday papers, here we are. The boy's come home. The boy's come home. |
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| 4. |
| 6:36 |
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You can tell me your troubles
I'll listen for free My regulars trust me, it seems You can come and see Uncle to get through the week leave your pledges with me to redeem Some folk sell their bodies for ten bob a go Politicians go pawning their souls Which doesn't make me look too bad, don't you know me, with my heart full of holes All my yesterdays broken a watch with no face all battered and old Bits of the movement all over the place and a heart full of holes A heart full of holes A heart full of holes Brass knuckles and banjos are out on the town at the knees-up in Teddy Boys' Row The gold block and tackle tells the time upside down Rock n' roll - well, I don't know Dead people's wedding gifts walk out the door A clarinet squeals to be free Accordions hop from the shelves to the floor - start playing their polkas to me There's a ringing of bells a dunderhead's curse Fingers are pointing at you And you take work in hell and be glad it's not worse and you get to the back of the queue Handcuffs and hunting knives clang on the bars Air pistols shoot out the lights I've a whole Wailing Wall of electric guitars could shatter the windows down Brick Lane tonight If one of us dies, love I think I'll retire see my boys and my beautiful girls A Garden of Eden no gates or barbed wire who knows, maybe gates made of pearls Well, if we go to heaven and some say we don't but if there's a reckoning day please God, I'll see you and maybe I won't I've a bag packed to go either way Redeeming your pledge, dear I'll keep it for you It's not going to go anywhere But your soul, your soul that is not what I do There's not a lot I can do there I remember the officer's watch in my hand: 'Repair it or die' I was told It's a wonder to me - I still don't understand why I ever survived to be old with a heart full of holes A heart full of holes A heart full of holes |
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| 5. |
| 4:19 |
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We're old enough for leaving home
the old Joanna and the old trombone It's all going on I'm growing my sideboards' long And you and me can be who we want to be Listen now, right here It's going to be a beautiful year They're calling it the teenage scene and I have a dream Don't know if I'll be a star but I'am going to play guitar I've seen this rocking cat Oh, I want to be just like that Listen now, right here It's going to be a beautiful year We'll be on our own Billy Fury on the gramophone Take you to the pictures and a dance Me in my drainpipe pants Check the mirror and the old DA And you can play in a day Listen now, right here It's going to be a beautiful year Hey, look at you, baby Tell your daddy you're no child Hey, look at you, baby We can get wild |
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| 6. |
| 3:44 |
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The school Christmas party is coming
We ain't doing rugby no more McIntyre's teaching us waltzing Out on the gymnasium floor Out on the gymnasium floor McIntyre's out of the Army You'll be slippered if you get it wrong McIntyre's din booms loud in the gym And we've only got our little shorts on We've only got our little shorts on And it's one, two, three, two, two - we're all a disgrace McIntyre tore us apart And we danced with ourselves, when we'd all found a space Waltzing with fear in our hearts Waltzing with fear in our hearts. Comes the day of the final maneuvers All of our heads are awhirl It's getting much closer to D-day This time we're gonna do it with girls This time we're gonna do it with girls In the arena the ladies were waiting, A 12 year old partner to guide Some matches were fixed, the rest of us mixed And a fat girl got left at the side A fat girl got left at the side And it's one, two, three, two, two - we're all a disgrace McIntyre tore us apart And we danced with ourselves, when we'd all found a space Waltzing with fear in our hearts Waltzing with fear in our hearts When you come to my fights And I'm under the lights And you see that my footwork is false Don't count me out, at the start of the bout I'm just doing the Secondary Waltz Doing the Secondary Waltz |
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| 7. |
| 4:38 |
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They're driving long nails into coffins
You've been having sleepless nights You've gone as quiet as a church mouse And checking on your rights The boss has hung you out to dry And it looks as though Punish the monkey And let the organ grinder go You've been talking to a lawyer Are you going to pretend That you and your employer Are still the best of friends Somebody's gonna take the fall There's your quid pro quo Punish the monkey Punish the monkey, yeah Punish the monkey And let the organ grinder go Here comes a police man He won't be side-tracked. He's asking ‘bout a smoking gun He's after the bad It's a quiet life from here on in You dropped your poisoned cup The telephone is ringing But you're not picking up Times I've said are funky And everybody knows Punish the monkey Punish the monkey, yeah Punish the monkey And let the organ grinder go Punish the monkey Punish the monkey, yeah Punish the monkey And let the organ grinder go |
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| 8. |
| 5:18 |
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When it's pop goes the weasel
let go of the easel You don't want this rickety rackety life It's seat of the trousers It's all sink or swim, son I'd kill to get crimson on this palette knife And I'd steal in a minute I'm up to here in it You here behaving as though I'm a saint Get a job with a pension Don't ever mention you once had a craving for the brushes and paint So go, forget it, let it all go let it all go Go, forget it, let it all go Go, forget it, let it all go let it all go Go, forget it, let it all go Let it all go A hack writer judges my swipes and my smudges he doesn't like pictures with blotches and blots The drawing room tea set wants horses, sunsets - sweet nothings - the seaside with yachts Here's the end of the thirties no time for artistes over in Poland a right old to-do So go join the navy the air force or the army They'll all be enrolling young fellows like you So go, forget it, let it all go let it all go Go, forget it, let it all go Go, forget it, let it all go let it all go Go, forget it, let it all go Let it all go These are not my decisions flaming visions ringing expressions the clamouring voice It's volcanic desire the unquenchable fire It isn't a question, you haven't a choice. Anyway, now I'm old but if you won't be told if you've been created to answer the call all passion and lust is going to end in the dust but you'll hang on some government gallery wall You must go, forget it let it all go, let it all go Go, forget it, let it all go Go, forget it let it all go, let it all go Go, forget it, let it all go Let it all go |
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| 9. |
| 4:49 |
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This didn't use to be me, old boy
This isn't what I'd want pulling old night fighters in a restaurant There's smoke and flames behind me where the self-respect all went and I'm behind, behind with the rent I've been stitched up like a kipper, old son but I won't be again Hell hath no fury Oh, I'm like a lot of men Now I'm stalking this old Doris with lascivious intent and I'm behind, behind with the rent Just a little duck and dive and a bit of wheel and deal She'll remind me I'm alive She'll remind me I still feel Just a little shelling out for a bit of you-know-what I know this is all about something that I never got Well this crumpet's past it's sell-by-date but they all would qualify They're going to be lonely and be happy to comply She knows that I'm a chancer coming on like a gent but I'm behind, behind with the rent Yes, I'm behind, behind with the rent |
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| 10. |
| 3:45 |
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When I gave my heart
To a tinker boy He said a fish could love a swallow And I will go with my travelling man Wherever he goes I will follow He will mend Your pots and pans Your kitchen knives he'll take and sharpen Then I'll be gone with my travelling man And never more your doorway darken The fish and the bird Who fall in love Will find no place to build a home in The fish and the bird who fall in love Are bound forever to go roaming |
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| 3:59 | 
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| 12. |
| 7:31 |
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Are you home from the sea, my soul balladeer
You've been away roaming far away from here weathered a storm, your heart unafraid crossed every ocean in the boat that you made Been blowing your horn, scaring the spooks No crotchets or quavers in your books Gone sailing all night, straight in the vein like a bird on his own flight in his domain in the sky Running in on the tide with the first of the stars the moon on the water and the sound of guitars Glide into the homing as the night falls to tie up in the haven by the old harbour wall And the hard-bitten stranger as deaf as a post who stands at the fire where a poet's dreams roast He can't know the story, he can't feel the pain and all of the glory falls around him like rain in the sky You're a light in the dark, a beacon of hope and strong as a sea boat, strong as a rope And the vagabond wind, whispers over the bay and the songs and the laughter, are carried away in the sky |
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| 6:32 |
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