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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Brain Capers (1971)
I've been sitting here thinking When i started out drinking I went on to the dope surely just to change my life I cried a tear and a beer for me I lost everything near and dear to me Namely my children and my wife I've an idea of having a good time Was sitting up there with my head between my knees Well i knew everything there was to know Everything except which way to go I cried oh god please take me will you take me please (yeah) many a time (well i) swore up and down I don't need none of this junk that's a floating round I could quit - let me finish what i've got After all this stuff sure costs a lot Then i get my feet back on the ground Now i can't tell nobody how to live their life Even though inside we're all the same All these things are toys i was playing with You know, you know we're all losers in the end (well now) since i've been straight I haven't been in my cups I ain't shooting downs i ain't using ups You know i'm still as crazy as a loon Even though i don't run out and cop a spoon Thank the good lord god well i've had enough I've got a friend and his name is robertson He told me "don't need to be stoned to know a friend Believe me you're all beautiful people just the way you are Tell me, what has that stuff done for you so far?" I've been sitting here thinking i've been winking i've been blinking Well i don't have to sit around no more on the nod With my head in the air (you know) I can do anything i can do it straight i can do it so much better now Its gotta start Right here in your own back yard Yes it's gotta start back your own b |
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from Ian Hunter - Long Odds And Out-Takes (2006)
(Ian Hunter)
(Transcribed by Colin Ford) That's it baby, take one last look We gotta go catch a plane Then you won't die, and I won't die But we won't ever be the same Oh I can feel a mood coming down on me Such a good thing disappears I can sense the loss creeping up on us And it's deeper than any tears I've known You stepped into my dreams You opened up the door You stepped into my dreams I want you back for more You stepped into my dreams tonight In the shadows of the night you're sorry In the morning we was gone Won't you blow a kiss to me baby We both gotta be moving on Sometimes you see a lover and she's made for love But you let that lover slip by You believe and yet she's so hard to get And you never know the reasons why She stepped into your dreams She opened up your door She stepped into your dreams You want her so much more She stepped into your dreams tonight yeah Oh when you're doing what you're doing What do you think of me babe There ain't much else to say In another time, in another place Things might have turned out okay I can feel a darkness I can never conceal Sometimes I get just a little insane I can feel emotions like the mighty oceans They're driving me again, and I know You stepped into my dreams You opened up the door You stepped into my dreams I want you back for more You stepped into my dreams And I don't know what to do I'm so scared of losing you. |
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from Ian Hunter - Once Bitten Twice Shy (2000)
(Ian Hunter)
See lonely shadows - silver needles Abandoned in the evening war Lost children of the night - come catch the candle bright I hear a hollow sound - falling to the ground - she's lost before she's found Sad broken angels takin' rainbows Out on the street for all to see If we are the chosen few - what ever happened to All those things we knew, if this is being free - I'd rather search for me CHORUS You nearly did, you nearly did, you nearly did You nearly did me in, you nearly did me in And I need some place to hide - my weary anger down Out on some misty distant highway Feel like I though a million miles Is my search nearly done - I think I see someone I get the urge to run on blindly through the rain, and I fool myself again CHORUS What ever happened to dignity What ever happened to integrity What ever happened to honesty Well I'll tell you something baby - I feel the pain just like the sea CHORUS |
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from Ian Hunter - All American Alien Boy (2006)
(Ian Hunter)
See lonely shadows - silver needles Abandoned in the evening war Lost children of the night - come catch the candle bright I hear a hollow sound - falling to the ground - she's lost before she's found Sad broken angels takin' rainbows Out on the street for all to see If we are the chosen few - what ever happened to All those things we knew, if this is being free - I'd rather search for me CHORUS You nearly did, you nearly did, you nearly did You nearly did me in, you nearly did me in And I need some place to hide - my weary anger down Out on some misty distant highway Feel like I though a million miles Is my search nearly done - I think I see someone I get the urge to run on blindly through the rain, and I fool myself again CHORUS What ever happened to dignity What ever happened to integrity What ever happened to honesty Well I'll tell you something baby - I feel the pain just like the sea CHORUS |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Mad Shadows (1970)
(ian hunter)
Well you know the way we go And you know the way we see Grateful for the chosen road Nice to have the memories And you know we won't forget you And you know we'll always care We won't follow no superstitions We ain't running anywhere (hey) Thankyou for the way you've been Each and every night Thankyou for most everything Thankyou baby, thankyou baby Thankyou baby, thankyou baby You are one of us yes you are (hey hey you know you know) You are one of us yes you are (yes everywhere we go) (and it's everywhere we've seen) You are one of us yes you are (ooo yeah) (everything we do) (thankyou) (I said thankyou) (I said thankyou) |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Wildlife (1971)
I was born on the wrong side of the river
Where the sun never shone on my brass Though the seasons were rapidly changing Oh the best things were coming too fast I was waving the flag of indifference Never knowing the real reason why Casting doubt on my uncertain future It was time for a sudden goodbye I was born on the wrong side of the river Where the sun never shone on my breast Though the seasons were rapidly changing Oh the best things were coming too fast |
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from Ian Hunter - Once Bitten Twice Shy (2000)
(Ian Hunter)
Through the haze the mirror cries-hits you right between the eyes You don't know-but you got the judas in you babe You can't trust You can't deliver Always whinin' you were sold down the river I gave you-the best years of-your miserable life Where did you go wrong girl, where did you go wrong Where did you go wrong babe-nice try, wrong guy You're gonna wind up on your ass-you should have listened to your WOMEN'S INTUITION You can come (run)-but you can't hide-something messed you up inside Ain't my fault-don't blame me-if you're dazed and confused You're a lie, you're a television, tryin't drag into your prison Had enough o'sleepin' rough-its over with you where did you go wrong babe Where did you go wrong Where did you go wrong girl Nice try Goodbye You're gonna wind up on your ass-you should;ve listened to your WOMEN'S INTUITION Tarred by the same old feathers-guess we got to stick together But I say to you-don't ever invade-my destiny Bad enough I ain't normal, give up tryin't make me formal What I need when I bleed Don't mean nothing to you Where did you go wrong babe, where did you go wrong Where did you go wrong girl Dumb moves, no class You're gonna wind up on your ass-you should 've listened to your WOMEN'sINTUITION |
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from Ian Hunter - You`Re Never Alone With A Schizophrenic (2003)
(Ian Hunter)
Well it's Tuesday night How I'd like to be inside at this time Watchin' T.V. is killin' me It's such a drag tonight I feel like Jason Just found a rusty fleece And the Cyclops all laughin' at me You can't tame Wild East Wild East Wild East Wild East Wild East Now some cynic from the methadone clinic He keeps on bothering me He writes all my lyrics backwards on diapers And hangs 'em from the local trees Watch out, white boy Don't argue with a sawn off piece I'm a crazy son, Mama I love the grease of Wild East Wild East Wild East Wild East Wild East Wild East Wild East Wild East Wild East Now Jezebel don't feel too well, she talks to Jane 'Bout a one way conversation on a subway train Hey! They took away her wallet and her valise Love hate, love hate, love hate, love hate, Wild East Wild East Wild East Wild East Wild East Wild East Wild East Wild East come on crazy Wild East (repeat and fade) |
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from Ian Hunter - Ian Hunter (1990)
(Ian Hunter)
Driving off in the rain and snow Oh the jets ain't jumping cause the clouds too low I wanna know I wanna know I wanna know The ice on the window the highway the sea Who do you love is it him or is it me Hey hey I wanna know I called Detroit city on the telephone The man on the line tell me you ain't home I wanna know Who's that voice What's (...?) There's a deep red glow in the early morning sky Who do you love better make up your mind Don't wanna buy love Don't wanna try love I just want your love babe Hey alright! Well its five in the morning and the place is dead I'm gonna rest my body on a empty bed Who do you love I gotta know What's his name Karen What's your game Make up your mind are you his are you mine When you get back I ask you one more time Hey hey! Hey hey! |
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from Ian Hunter - Once Bitten Twice Shy (2000)
(Ian Hunter)
Driving off in the rain and snow Oh the jets ain't jumping cause the clouds too low I wanna know I wanna know I wanna know The ice on the window the highway the sea Who do you love is it him or is it me Hey hey I wanna know I called Detroit city on the telephone The man on the line tell me you ain't home I wanna know Who's that voice What's (...?) There's a deep red glow in the early morning sky Who do you love better make up your mind Don't wanna buy love Don't wanna try love I just want your love babe Hey alright! Well its five in the morning and the place is dead I'm gonna rest my body on a empty bed Who do you love I gotta know What's his name Karen What's your game Make up your mind are you his are you mine When you get back I ask you one more time Hey hey! Hey hey! |
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from Ian Hunter - 30th Anniversary Edition (2005)
(Ian Hunter)
Driving off in the rain and snow Oh the jets ain't jumping cause the clouds too low I wanna know I wanna know I wanna know The ice on the window the highway the sea Who do you love is it him or is it me Hey hey I wanna know I called Detroit city on the telephone The man on the line tell me you ain't home I wanna know Who's that voice What's (...?) There's a deep red glow in the early morning sky Who do you love better make up your mind Don't wanna buy love Don't wanna try love I just want your love babe Hey alright! Well its five in the morning and the place is dead I'm gonna rest my body on a empty bed Who do you love I gotta know What's his name Karen What's your game Make up your mind are you his are you mine When you get back I ask you one more time Hey hey! Hey hey! |
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from Ian Hunter - 30th Anniversary Edition (2005)
(Ian Hunter)
Driving off in the rain and snow Oh the jets ain't jumping cause the clouds too low I wanna know I wanna know I wanna know The ice on the window the highway the sea Who do you love is it him or is it me Hey hey I wanna know I called Detroit city on the telephone The man on the line tell me you ain't home I wanna know Who's that voice What's (...?) There's a deep red glow in the early morning sky Who do you love better make up your mind Don't wanna buy love Don't wanna try love I just want your love babe Hey alright! Well its five in the morning and the place is dead I'm gonna rest my body on a empty bed Who do you love I gotta know What's his name Karen What's your game Make up your mind are you his are you mine When you get back I ask you one more time Hey hey! Hey hey! |
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from Mott The Hoople - Mott (1973)
Little whizz kid mystified me, she was a New York City beat She came on flash - monster mash, motors in her feet Now we moved out of Manhattan to her home on the Brooklyn Heights Her dad's a street punk and her mum's a drunk, but we made out alright Far far from home, oh I felt so alone Could not spin to the speed of the city Oh send me my ticket, I'm too scared to stick She even hired a toy "rent-a-boy" straight from a Times Square stand With my little whizz kid - such a pity Oh thank you little whizz kid, but me and my friends gotta eat Now she really tried her hardest just to make me leave the band street So get back to school or the tying pool, just get yourself out on the Send you victorious, happy and glorious You got the stardust, the sawdust, and the smile Oh my little whizz kid you got such a style Don't lose your sting, how I'd hate you to swing Watch out for the auto-mite, quick or she's outta sight She's a cute super sleeper, she don't dive in deeper A natural leaper, she don't let people pass Oh my whizz kid, you know you're such a gas Such a gas |
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from Ian Hunter - Once Bitten Twice Shy (2000)
(Ian Hunter)
Oo-Oo-Oo, Oo-Oo-Oo, Ooooo Oo-Oo-Oo, Oo-Oo-Oo, Ooooo Sweet woman what's your name? You smell as fresh as the rain Instead of leaving you came let me feel your hair A light shines in your eyes The hungry years are so nice Shadows shake in the lamplight No writer could explain But when the daylight comes But when the daylight comes But when the daylight comes I'll be on my way Oo-Oo-Oo, Oo-Oo-Oo, Ooooo Oo-Oo-Oo, Oo-Oo-Oo, Ooooo Oo-Oo-Oo, Oo-Oo-Oo, Ooooo, yeah! Please share my bed and I swear That I won't touch you nowhere Just need your warmth and your care Don't wanna mess around And when the daylight comes Yeah when the daylight comes Oh when the daylight comes I'll be on my way Yeah when the daylight comes Yeah when the daylight comes Yeah when the daylight comes I'll be on my way But there's a song in the air and it knows that you're there 'cause it's making me share you with my life I know I know I know that I want to weave you in words want to paint you in verse want to leave you in someone else's dreams it seems the only way, Hey! I can thank you, thank you baby Some people say that we're sinners Some people say that we're winners We make good gossip at dinners They try to pin us down But when the daylight comes Yeah when the daylight comes Oh when the daylight comes I'll be on my way Yeah when the daylight comes Yeah when the daylight comes Oh when the daylight comes We'll be on my way (Repeat and fade) |
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from Ian Hunter - Welcome To The Club (2003)
(Ian Hunter)
Oo-Oo-Oo, Oo-Oo-Oo, Ooooo Oo-Oo-Oo, Oo-Oo-Oo, Ooooo Sweet woman what's your name? You smell as fresh as the rain Instead of leaving you came let me feel your hair A light shines in your eyes The hungry years are so nice Shadows shake in the lamplight No writer could explain But when the daylight comes But when the daylight comes But when the daylight comes I'll be on my way Oo-Oo-Oo, Oo-Oo-Oo, Ooooo Oo-Oo-Oo, Oo-Oo-Oo, Ooooo Oo-Oo-Oo, Oo-Oo-Oo, Ooooo, yeah! Please share my bed and I swear That I won't touch you nowhere Just need your warmth and your care Don't wanna mess around And when the daylight comes Yeah when the daylight comes Oh when the daylight comes I'll be on my way Yeah when the daylight comes Yeah when the daylight comes Yeah when the daylight comes I'll be on my way But there's a song in the air and it knows that you're there 'cause it's making me share you with my life I know I know I know that I want to weave you in words want to paint you in verse want to leave you in someone else's dreams it seems the only way, Hey! I can thank you, thank you baby Some people say that we're sinners Some people say that we're winners We make good gossip at dinners They try to pin us down But when the daylight comes Yeah when the daylight comes Oh when the daylight comes I'll be on my way Yeah when the daylight comes Yeah when the daylight comes Oh when the daylight comes We'll be on my way (Repeat and fade) |
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(Ian Hunter)
Oo-Oo-Oo, Oo-Oo-Oo, Ooooo Oo-Oo-Oo, Oo-Oo-Oo, Ooooo Sweet woman what's your name? You smell as fresh as the rain Instead of leaving you came let me feel your hair A light shines in your eyes The hungry years are so nice Shadows shake in the lamplight No writer could explain But when the daylight comes But when the daylight comes But when the daylight comes I'll be on my way Oo-Oo-Oo, Oo-Oo-Oo, Ooooo Oo-Oo-Oo, Oo-Oo-Oo, Ooooo Oo-Oo-Oo, Oo-Oo-Oo, Ooooo, yeah! Please share my bed and I swear That I won't touch you nowhere Just need your warmth and your care Don't wanna mess around And when the daylight comes Yeah when the daylight comes Oh when the daylight comes I'll be on my way Yeah when the daylight comes Yeah when the daylight comes Yeah when the daylight comes I'll be on my way But there's a song in the air and it knows that you're there 'cause it's making me share you with my life I know I know I know that I want to weave you in words want to paint you in verse want to leave you in someone else's dreams it seems the only way, Hey! I can thank you, thank you baby Some people say that we're sinners Some people say that we're winners We make good gossip at dinners They try to pin us down But when the daylight comes Yeah when the daylight comes Oh when the daylight comes I'll be on my way Yeah when the daylight comes Yeah when the daylight comes Oh when the daylight comes We'll be on my way (Repeat and fade) |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Mad Shadows (1970)
When my mind's gone
All I do is sit and think And the days go by I don't remember anything And yesterday becomes tomorrow And I can see the day after tomorrow I can even see next year When my mind's gone When my mind's gone And the time goes fast And the shadows fly away If this feeling lasts Then I won't have to find a thing to say What once was clean is now unclean What once was straight is now unstraight What once was free is now unfree What once was cold is now uncold What once was me is now not me When my mind's gone When both my minds gone When all of my mind's gone When my mind's gone So I'll take my secrets I'll take them with me to my grave And if I'm taking yours Then I will try to make it safe There ain't nothing going right There ain't even nothing going wrong that's right And day is day And night ain't night And night is day And day is night And spring is summer And autumn's winter When my mind's gone When my mind's gone When my mind's gone Everything's gone When my mind's gone When my mind's gone When my mind's gone When my mind's gone |
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from Ian Hunter - Welcome To The Club (2003)
(Ian Hunter)
It's such a small town rodeo Such famous people here, with nowhere to go Well it don't get to me, I think it's the pits I got no friends, I wanna split. The daily papers seek a desperate face The television cameras join in the chase It's much fun interviewing urban decay I grab the microphone away (dance) no! (dance) no! (dance) no! (dance) no! We gotta get out of here We gotta get out of here right now We gotta get out of here We gotta get out of here right now Hey rock and roll feel the holes in my brain I promise you I'll never come here again It's all so sad, what a waste of a night Cause nothing's wrong, but nothing's right (hey) So don't get along, out of my way I'm not a robot, I've got something to say It's such a joke, are you ready to go Here comes that beat again, oh oh oh oh (dance) no! (dance) no! (dance) no! (dance) no! We gotta get out of here We gotta get out of here right now We gotta get out of here We gotta get out of here right now We gotta get out of, we gotta get out We gotta get out of here right now We gotta get out of, we gotta get out We gotta get out of here right now (repeat while ellen speaks) (oh please I don't wanna go home yet Come on, can't you do anything I wanna do? Lets dance, come on please, just once for me I never get to do anything like this You're such a drag, you know that? Everything for you, everything for you, nothing for me, right What are we gonna do? go home and watch the super bowl Re-runs of the mohammed ali uh marlene dietrich fight, what? There must be somebody here who wants to dance with me There must be a lot of people here who would like to dance with me, you know That? Come on, one, two, three, four - I'll jump right up and do the bump(? ), come on Listen this place gets really good, this place gets really..... I heard that the that the the spoon comes down and the moon comes down and The stars and all sorts of great stuff happens in a little while). |
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from Ian Hunter - Strings Attached (A Very Special Night With) / CD Set (2000)
Hunter
I followed the night till the morning sunlight And I thought of the changing times And I followed the child with the evergreen smile And the blue broken tears start to cry. Blue broken tears hide away the years And misty high rain seems colder today. And I saw a Waterlow where the evergreen grows And the wise man knows why he cries And I heard a child call me away from this all And the blue broken tears start to rise. Blue broken tears, ain't nobody here Lost in the sun my only young one. Blue broken tears, our love disappears The evergreen dies, drowned in my eyes. |
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from Ian Hunter - Strings Attached (A Very Special Night With) / CD Set (2000)
(Ian Hunter)
On the very first decade that we got to dream in Our fathers were angry, our mother's were screamin' At the clothes we were wearin' and the music we got off on Hitler was dead, welcome to Babylon Carved our initials out across the sand The heart and the arrow, no-one understands Then the tide rolled in and everything ran And washed us away, washed us away, washed us away Up in the attic ambition was burning Now my fingers were bleedin' but the tables were turning Down in the city the future was beckoning And I hated myself on the day of reckoning (Oh yeah) Carved our initials on top of the cake The heart and the arrow - the rattle and the snake How was I to know that the Earth was gonna break And wash us away, wash us away, wash us away Everything's temporary in this world Ain't it a shame when you lose someone Here tomorrow, gone today Wash us away, wash us away, wash us away There was never a fool like a young fool alone in A world without someone he can find a home in And for all the wrong reasons we rescued each other You bandaged my heart I never would recover (ohhhh) No river runs true, it always takes a twist Hearts can be broken, arrows gonna miss How was I to know that it was gonna come down to this And wash us away And we wrote our names on the Dead Sea Scrolls The young and the restless, the brave and the bold How was we to know it was gonna get outta control And wash us away, wash us away, wash us away, wash us away, wash us away,wash us away, wash us away |
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from Ian Hunter - Rant (2006)
(Ian Hunter)
On the very first decade that we got to dream in Our fathers were angry, our mother's were screamin' At the clothes we were wearin' and the music we got off on Hitler was dead, welcome to Babylon Carved our initials out across the sand The heart and the arrow, no-one understands Then the tide rolled in and everything ran And washed us away, washed us away, washed us away Up in the attic ambition was burning Now my fingers were bleedin' but the tables were turning Down in the city the future was beckoning And I hated myself on the day of reckoning (Oh yeah) Carved our initials on top of the cake The heart and the arrow - the rattle and the snake How was I to know that the Earth was gonna break And wash us away, wash us away, wash us away Everything's temporary in this world Ain't it a shame when you lose someone Here tomorrow, gone today Wash us away, wash us away, wash us away There was never a fool like a young fool alone in A world without someone he can find a home in And for all the wrong reasons we rescued each other You bandaged my heart I never would recover (ohhhh) No river runs true, it always takes a twist Hearts can be broken, arrows gonna miss How was I to know that it was gonna come down to this And wash us away And we wrote our names on the Dead Sea Scrolls The young and the restless, the brave and the bold How was we to know it was gonna get outta control And wash us away, wash us away, wash us away, wash us away, wash us away,wash us away, wash us away |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Mad Shadows (1970)
A mountain train's coming down the track She ain't wasting time She's carrying me cause I'm going back Right to the Delaware line She knows well I ain't been anywhere Because I crawl back every time to her Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Troubles and tears I'll take it in years I left so many behind I may be a train rearranged Who knows what I'll find But everything's better in my life I know I can face any grades that I'm on Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain (alright) (hey hey hey) (oh) I'm walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain When she talks to me I know she sees Where I'm heading to She sits winks takes it all in Just admires the view And if I had a choice in life I'd take that mountain for my wife I'm walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Walkin' with a mountain Jumping Jack Flash it's a gas Jumping Jack Flash it's a gas Jumping Jack Flash it's a gas Jumping Jack Flash it's a gas Jumping Jack Flash it's a gas Jumping Jack Flash it's a gas |
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from Mott The Hoople - Mott (1973)
I'm a missing link, poolroom stink, I can't talk What's going on, something's wrong, I can't work (Well that's too bad) (Well that's such a drag) Can't go to school, the teacher's a fool, the preacher's a jerk Got nothing to do, street-corner blues, and nowhere to walk Violence, violence It's the only thing that'll make you see sense (Repeat) Watch out for the gun, snake on the run, hide in my hair Gotta fight, nothing's right, livin' nowhere (That's so sad) You keep your mouth shut, or you'll get cut. Haha - I like to scare (Bet you're so mad) I'm a battery louse, a superstar mouse, I don't care Head for your hole, you're sick and you're old Get off my back or I'll attack, 'n I don't owe you nothin' (OK) 'N I'm here to tell you something Violence, violence It's the only thing that'll make you see sense (Repeat several times |
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from Ian Hunter - Strings Attached (A Very Special Night With) / CD Set (2000)
Hunter
Well, there ain't nothin' I can do To take the pain away from you Another one lost on the battlefield of twisted steel, twisted steel There ain't nothin' I can say To help you take the (pain) away I can't believe that this is real Twisted steel, twisted steel And if I cry, it makes no difference And if I don't, I lose my innocence I can't imagine how a mother must feel (With) twisted steel, twisted steel Can you hear your mother callin'? Can you hear your mother callin'? Can you hear your mother ca-- she kneels Twisted steel, twisted steel This wasn't sacred, this was profane You took off and you took aim I saw you laughin' on the newsreel Twisted steel, twisted steel Can you hear your mother callin'? Can you hear your mother callin'? Can you hear your mother, she kneels Oh, twisted steel, twisted steel Twisted steel, twisted steel Twisted steel, twisted steel Twisted steel, twisted steel Twisted people, twisted minds Twisted logic, twisted times I can't imagine how a mother must feel Twisted steel, twisted steel |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Mad Shadows (1970)
Will there come a time when sorrow's hard to find
And all those nursery rhymes will find a meaning There's got to be a change, thoughts to rearrange Does it seem so strange to try redeeming Only time will show if the unrelenting blow That's cast from down below does strike the ceiling Life must still go on whatever's right or wrong Realise what's gone and was never healing |
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from Mott The Hoople - The Hoople (1974)
I'm feelin' ugly - I'm feelin low - mornin' mirror - you ain't no rose And did I mean it - or did I lie - or did I dream it Oh! Christ I'm tired. Oh You know you painted so much blue, and I'm much younger than that too Oh mirror - what did I do to you? Why then did ya have to grin, now the blood rolls down my chin You're my voyeur - see every line - chase them to destinations mis-spent youth, oh On through time And you're my diary - yeah, the bitter truth - unexpurgated - a Do you have to make eyes red, when they're clear and fresh instead? Do you have to paint teeth green, when they're snowy, white and clean? Oh mirror, I wish you'd lose your head Sometimes I'm on a gig, and I'm feeling kinda good But you just glare at me with those dark accusing eyes I run and look at you, just like a pop star would That say "My make-up's good...."I'd like to.... I'd like so much to...." Oh I'll never look at you again - 'cause I'm really not that vain Seven years bad luck ain't that long - before I smash you, hear my song Oh mirror, I'm sorry you were wrong |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Mad Shadows (1970)
(mick ralphs)
Sitting here alone again Wondering where it is Can't begin to figure out The reason for our mess Maybe theres no cause or comfort In the way we live Forget about the way we got here It's hard enough to live And you are what you are You are what you are You are what you are yes you are You can see the answers all around Any chosen day Life is always what you make of it Find a better way Look to find the best in people Do what you want to do Treat yourself as any other 'cause everyone is you And you are what you are You are what you are You are what you are yes you are (oh oh hey hey) |
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from Ian Hunter - Short Back 'N' Sides (2003)
(Ian Hunter)
My tea turned seven shades darker as I sit 'n' write these words and London's gettin' paler in my theatre of the absurd. You figured for an evening and you made it all worthwile. It's seldom people have a job and even rarer that I smile. Play me some, play me some, play me Brixton power. Teach your children to be them and never ever ours. Play me some, play me some, play me Brixton power. Someone took the park away but they left a lonely flower. And if your songs be classics, throw them to the hurd. Truth is where they came from and not this theatre of the absurd. Some say you wanted to play for me but it's only what you've heard that made you want to capture me in your theatre of the absurd. It was not me, I said myself and you must do so, too. I hope you have the strength to stay when I'll be watchin' you. So baby, play me some, play me some, play me Brixton power. Teach your children to be them and never ever ours. Play me some, play me some, play me Brixton power. Someone took the park away but they left a lonely flower. Oh when I got here back home tonight something within me stirred. Oh it must have been a different kind of play that touched my theatre of the absurd. Now I'll be on my way alone But an interesting thing occurred See nobody ever shared too much in my theatre of the absurd. And there I was back in London, thought about history. It was just like being in school again but I felt something movin' in me. Hearin' just a bit of the future, oh it's comin' and it's still blurred and that's the only thing worth living for in my theatre of the absurd. Come on, play me some, play me some, play me Brixton power. Teach your children to be them and never ever ours. Oh play me some, play me some, play me Brixton power. Someone took the park away but they left a lonely flower. (Beautiful) Play me some, play me some, play me Brixton power. Play me some, play me some, play me Brixton power. (John, come on) Play me some, play me some, play me Brixton power. Oh, play me some, (Come on, Eric) play me some, play me Brixton power. Oh, play me some, play me some, play me Brixton power. ... |
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from Ian Hunter - Long Odds And Out-Takes (2006)
(Ian Hunter)
My tea turned seven shades darker as I sit 'n' write these words and London's gettin' paler in my theatre of the absurd. You figured for an evening and you made it all worthwile. It's seldom people have a job and even rarer that I smile. Play me some, play me some, play me Brixton power. Teach your children to be them and never ever ours. Play me some, play me some, play me Brixton power. Someone took the park away but they left a lonely flower. And if your songs be classics, throw them to the hurd. Truth is where they came from and not this theatre of the absurd. Some say you wanted to play for me but it's only what you've heard that made you want to capture me in your theatre of the absurd. It was not me, I said myself and you must do so, too. I hope you have the strength to stay when I'll be watchin' you. So baby, play me some, play me some, play me Brixton power. Teach your children to be them and never ever ours. Play me some, play me some, play me Brixton power. Someone took the park away but they left a lonely flower. Oh when I got here back home tonight something within me stirred. Oh it must have been a different kind of play that touched my theatre of the absurd. Now I'll be on my way alone But an interesting thing occurred See nobody ever shared too much in my theatre of the absurd. And there I was back in London, thought about history. It was just like being in school again but I felt something movin' in me. Hearin' just a bit of the future, oh it's comin' and it's still blurred and that's the only thing worth living for in my theatre of the absurd. Come on, play me some, play me some, play me Brixton power. Teach your children to be them and never ever ours. Oh play me some, play me some, play me Brixton power. Someone took the park away but they left a lonely flower. (Beautiful) Play me some, play me some, play me Brixton power. Play me some, play me some, play me Brixton power. (John, come on) Play me some, play me some, play me Brixton power. Oh, play me some, (Come on, Eric) play me some, play me Brixton power. Oh, play me some, play me some, play me Brixton power. ... |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Brain Capers (1971)
This isn't a song in the true sense of the word - it is an end-of-session jam (sounds a bit like 'the journey'); but i have included it anyway. This has been The mott the hoople Light orchestra, [who've] been Playing some goodies And some newies And some oldies And some filthies And some weirdies And some queries Just for you |
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from Ian Hunter - Ian Hunter (1990)
(Ian Hunter)
Lonely days lonely nights Hoping thing's gonna turn out right You had me hanging on a string For you I did most anything You don't give me no The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth Its a blind mans eye baby ain't no youth The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth Don't need your lies I got my proof Put your face up to my window Ask me baby what did I see Well I know I know you ain't right I know you ain't right for me You don't give me no The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth Gods little baby's got nothing to shoot The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth Get your kicks on a different route All I want is the truth All I want is the truth All I want is The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth Blind mans eye baby ain't no use The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth Don't need your lies I got nothing to prove The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth Gods little baby's got nothing to shoot The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth Get your kicks on a different route Don't hurt ya Don't hurt ya The truth don't hurt ya The truth don't hurt ya Don't hurt ya don't hurt ya The truth don't hurt ya (fade) |
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from Ian Hunter - Once Bitten Twice Shy (2000)
(Ian Hunter)
Lonely days lonely nights Hoping thing's gonna turn out right You had me hanging on a string For you I did most anything You don't give me no The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth Its a blind mans eye baby ain't no youth The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth Don't need your lies I got my proof Put your face up to my window Ask me baby what did I see Well I know I know you ain't right I know you ain't right for me You don't give me no The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth Gods little baby's got nothing to shoot The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth Get your kicks on a different route All I want is the truth All I want is the truth All I want is The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth Blind mans eye baby ain't no use The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth Don't need your lies I got nothing to prove The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth Gods little baby's got nothing to shoot The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth Get your kicks on a different route Don't hurt ya Don't hurt ya The truth don't hurt ya The truth don't hurt ya Don't hurt ya don't hurt ya The truth don't hurt ya (fade) |
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from Ian Hunter - 30th Anniversary Edition (2005)
(Ian Hunter)
Lonely days lonely nights Hoping thing's gonna turn out right You had me hanging on a string For you I did most anything You don't give me no The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth Its a blind mans eye baby ain't no youth The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth Don't need your lies I got my proof Put your face up to my window Ask me baby what did I see Well I know I know you ain't right I know you ain't right for me You don't give me no The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth Gods little baby's got nothing to shoot The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth Get your kicks on a different route All I want is the truth All I want is the truth All I want is The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth Blind mans eye baby ain't no use The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth Don't need your lies I got nothing to prove The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth Gods little baby's got nothing to shoot The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth Get your kicks on a different route Don't hurt ya Don't hurt ya The truth don't hurt ya The truth don't hurt ya Don't hurt ya don't hurt ya The truth don't hurt ya (fade) |
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from Ian Hunter - Once Bitten Twice Shy (2000)
(ian hunter)
Death be my mistress, guns be my wife Breath is my witness and roads are my life Just give my future's clean as a knife Far on the way from l.a. The sun heats the saddle, sand in my hair Looking for water and there's sweat everywhere Know that I'm nearer I smell damp air I ain't tasted coffee for days When the leaves are down I'll be southward bound Hunters hunt the outsider. When the wind grows cold, when the sun grows old, Nothing holds the outsider Just killed a man in a town called nightfall Damned if I can't remember it all My hand it was shaking but his talk it was tall I paid for the funeral crew And it seems like I never reach mexico They're heading me off every place that I go I'm sick of the fact that I've got to lay low What else can an outsider do I know they're near to me, I don't have to see Just let me be the outsider They ain't far behind, they're always on my mind They won't find the outsider The outsider When the leaves are down I'll be southward bound Hunter's haunt the outsider. When the wind grows cold, when the sun grows old, Nothing holds the outsider The outsider. the outsider. |
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from Ian Hunter - You`Re Never Alone With A Schizophrenic (2003)
(ian hunter)
Death be my mistress, guns be my wife Breath is my witness and roads are my life Just give my future's clean as a knife Far on the way from l.a. The sun heats the saddle, sand in my hair Looking for water and there's sweat everywhere Know that I'm nearer I smell damp air I ain't tasted coffee for days When the leaves are down I'll be southward bound Hunters hunt the outsider. When the wind grows cold, when the sun grows old, Nothing holds the outsider Just killed a man in a town called nightfall Damned if I can't remember it all My hand it was shaking but his talk it was tall I paid for the funeral crew And it seems like I never reach mexico They're heading me off every place that I go I'm sick of the fact that I've got to lay low What else can an outsider do I know they're near to me, I don't have to see Just let me be the outsider They ain't far behind, they're always on my mind They won't find the outsider The outsider When the leaves are down I'll be southward bound Hunter's haunt the outsider. When the wind grows cold, when the sun grows old, Nothing holds the outsider The outsider. the outsider. |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Brain Capers (1971)
Well my brother he was a drinking man And i asked him for release He said this won't do you no good And sent for the police Well they busted me for nothing Cos they said i was insane So they let my body go But they locked away my brain Well i wandered freely as a bird that had broken both its wings And i hated them and they hated me and i hated everthing And i realise that to survive well my body is not mine And i feel neglected feel rejected Living in the wrong time And to those of you who always laugh Let this be your epitaph And my head is down and i'm called a clown by comedians that grace The living stage of every page of worthless meaningless space But i swear to you before we're though you're gonna feel our every blow We ain't bleeding you we're feeding you but you're too f*cking slow And to those of you who always laugh Let this be your epitaph |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Brain Capers (1971)
All the changes they will take their time In the morning dust they'll begin to rise Halfway to a borderline Well i can see the end For the very first time Well i know i lost just a little bit on the journey When my mind's been split by little things that didn't fit on the way Oh i know i lost just a little bit on the journey 'cos i'm trying so hard to get going There's a man on a bridge called suicide And he hides his head while the coast is dark And the river drags and the water sways Oh his rags've seen better days And i guess he lost just a little bit on the journey For his mind was split by little things that didn't fit on the way (oh) yes i know he lost just a little bit on the journey For every gift he had to give For every life (yeah) he had to live Well they meant nothing without her to guide him on his way Well he told her he was a leader Of a well respected [load] But when he tried to leave her Well she looked right down her nose Many times he tried to make her believe in herself But she wouldn't listen to a word he said Well he followed her though the darkness All the chances i take He followed her though the wilderness Her mystery to break Many times he tried to make her believe in herself But she wouldn't listen to a word he said So for 40 days and for 40 nights Well they tied my [ways] they can see the light And the angel screamed in my nightmare ride And the changes left (yeah) but they will take their time And i guess i lost just a little bit on the journey Yes i know i lost just a little bit on the way I know i lost just a little bit on t |
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from Mott The Hoople - The Hoople (1974)
Ladies and Gentlemen,
The golden age of rock and roll.... Everybody hazy, shell-shocked and crazy. Screaming for the face at the window. Jeans for the genies, dresses for the dreamies, Fighting for a place in the front row. Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh (It's good for your body, it's good for your soul) Ohhh, Ohhh, let's go! (It's the golden age of rock and roll). Well you getta little buzz, send for the fuzz, Guitars getting higher and higher. The dude in the paint thinks he's gonna faint, Stoke more coke on the fire. Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh (You gotta stay young, you can never grow old) Ohhh, Ohhh, Whoooa (It's the golden age of rock and roll). The golden age of rock and roll will never die, As long as children feel the need to laugh and cry. Don't wanna smash - want a smash sensation, Don't wanna wreck; just recreation, Don't wanna fight - but if you turn us down We're gonna turn you around gonna mess with the sound. The show's gotta move, everybody groove There ain't no trouble on the streets now. So if the going gets rough, Don't you blame us You ninety-six decible freaks Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh (Its good for body, its good for your soul) Ohhh, Ohhh, Whoooa (It's the golden age of rock and roll). Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh (You gotta stay young, you can never grow old) Ohhh, Ohhh, Whoooa (Its good for body, its good for your soul) Ohhh, Ohhh, Whoooa (It's the golden age of rock and roll). Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh (You gotta stay young, you can never grow old) Ohhh, Ohhh, Whoooa (Its good for body, its good for your soul) Ohhh, Ohhh, Whoooa (It's the golden age o |
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from Mott The Hoople - All The Young Dudes (1972)
Standing on the corner Suitcase in my hand Jack is in his corset and Jane is in her vest And me I'm in a rock and roll band Riding in a Stutz Bearcat Jim Those were different times And the poets studied rules of verse And all the ladies rolled there eyes Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Now Jack he is a banker And Jane she is a clerk And they're both saving up all their money And when they come home from work Sitting by the fire Radios a-play A little classical music for you kids To the march of the wooden soldiers and you can hear Jack say Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Some people like to go out dancing Other people they got to work And there's always some evil mothers I tell you life is just full of dirt And the women never really faint And the villains always blink their eyes And children are the only ones that blush And that life is just to die But anyone who had a heart He wouldn't want to turn around and break it And anyone who ever played a part He wouldn't want to turn around and hate it Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Oh my sweet Jane |
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from Mott The Hoople - All The Young Dudes (1972)
Standing on the corner
Suitcase in my hand Jack is in his corset and Jane is in her vest And me I'm in a rock and roll band Riding in a Stutz Bearcat Jim Those were different times And the poets studied rules of verse And all the ladies rolled there eyes Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Now Jack he is a banker And Jane she is a clerk And they're both saving up all their money And when they come home from work Sitting by the fire Radios a-play A little classical music for you kids To the march of the wooden soldiers and you can hear Jack say Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Some people like to go out dancing Other people they got to work And there's always some evil mothers I tell you life is just full of dirt And the women never really faint And the villains always blink their eyes And children are the only ones that blush And that life is just to die But anyone who had a heart He wouldn't want to turn around and break it And anyone who ever played a part He wouldn't want to turn around and hate it Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Oh my sweet Jane |
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from Mott The Hoople - All The Young Dudes (1972)
Standing on the corner
Suitcase in my hand Jack is in his corset and Jane is in her vest And me I'm in a rock and roll band Riding in a Stutz Bearcat Jim Those were different times And the poets studied rules of verse And all the ladies rolled there eyes Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Now Jack he is a banker And Jane she is a clerk And they're both saving up all their money And when they come home from work Sitting by the fire Radios a-play A little classical music for you kids To the march of the wooden soldiers and you can hear Jack say Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Some people like to go out dancing Other people they got to work And there's always some evil mothers I tell you life is just full of dirt And the women never really faint And the villains always blink their eyes And children are the only ones that blush And that life is just to die But anyone who had a heart He wouldn't want to turn around and break it And anyone who ever played a part He wouldn't want to turn around and hate it Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Oh my sweet Jane |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Brain Capers (1971)
Oh angeline, i love you, your mouth is like a sting And when i close my eyes each night, i often hear you sing Imagination's hidden book, you wrote it on the wing And when i vowed to comfort you, well you swallowed everything Angeline, oh my angeline My sweet angeline - you have rendered me unseen I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen Well your body it is broken in so many different ways And when i stoop to find your head, well it disappeared in haze. Your blood flows like the finest juice - the kiss of burgundy And where it comes from no one knows, but where it's going i can't see Angeline, oh my angeline My sweet angeline - (y'know) you have rendered me unseen I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen Angeline, oh my angeline You little angeline - you have rendered me unseen I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen And your crystal-coloured cardboard bins - attack me from the paint And i think that i am getting lost among the swollen states Oh rescue me or bury me, for i care not what you do There is just one thing that i want to say am i really you Angeline, oh my angeline My sweet angeline - you have rendered me unseen I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen |
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from Ian Hunter - Once Bitten Twice Shy (2000)
Let this morning like this moment
Let the sun break through your hair All you have is love. Let your spirit be unbroken Oh, I would give you faith But I know you've got enough. All you do is make me new All you need is time Here's the morning, welcome to the world Open up those sunshine eyes. Are you dreaming of the red house Underneath the trees in a green and pleasant land ? Are you wishing you could go back ? Well, I can't give you this, I hope you'll understand. All you do is make me new All you want is time Here's the morning, welcome to the world Open up those sunshine eyes. And there's a chill in the air Little waves flow down the river I'm naked as the day I was born. Clothes have a way Of changing what I'm feeling I try but I can't put them on. May your spirit be unbroken All you have to know is the someplace you can go You have filled me with devotion You are in my heart and you are in my soul. All you do is make me new All you need is time Here's the morning, welcome to the world Open up those sunshine eyes. |
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from Mott The Hoople - All The Young Dudes (1972)
Hi there your friendly neighbourhood sadist want to take you for a ride
Come on tell me 'bout the nights that I make you cry Two tiny purple hands crawling out across the floor All I could hear was a voice 'give me more more more' My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale She knows its right in her heart I never fail She's a sucker God help the woman who's late for work I get a green light flashing red Like a superstar [brass town?] queen who's crown I bled Now I just ran out of aspirin for an aching head So I guess I'll have to do it just one more time instead My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale She knows its right in her heart I never fail She's a sucker Good games play games no names well that's alright if you can stand the pain You can smoke my cigar all night through the link in your chain Stand up baby its time to go Well look what's here maybe if we do it slow My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale (fade) |
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from Mott The Hoople - All The Young Dudes (1972)
Hi there your friendly neighbourhood sadist want to take you for a ride
Come on tell me 'bout the nights that I make you cry Two tiny purple hands crawling out across the floor All I could hear was a voice 'give me more more more' My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale She knows its right in her heart I never fail She's a sucker God help the woman who's late for work I get a green light flashing red Like a superstar [brass town?] queen who's crown I bled Now I just ran out of aspirin for an aching head So I guess I'll have to do it just one more time instead My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale She knows its right in her heart I never fail She's a sucker Good games play games no names well that's alright if you can stand the pain You can smoke my cigar all night through the link in your chain Stand up baby its time to go Well look what's here maybe if we do it slow My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale (fade) |
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from Mott The Hoople - All The Young Dudes (1972)
Hi there your friendly neighbourhood sadist want to take you for a ride Come on tell me 'bout the nights that I make you cry Two tiny purple hands crawling out across the floor All I could hear was a voice 'give me more more more' My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale She knows its right in her heart I never fail She's a sucker God help the woman who's late for work I get a green light flashing red Like a superstar [brass town?] queen who's crown I bled Now I just ran out of aspirin for an aching head So I guess I'll have to do it just one more time instead My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale She knows its right in her heart I never fail She's a sucker Good games play games no names well that's alright if you can stand the pain You can smoke my cigar all night through the link in your chain Stand up baby its time to go Well look what's here maybe if we do it slow My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale My baby call me when she want a tale (fade) |
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from Ian Hunter - Welcome To The Club (2003)
(Ian Hunter)
Well I finally found you out All through your mess of dreams You won't make it to the night and your standing in my light You know you've been bad for me You ain't got the weight to hate But you ain't no pretty sight And your standing in my light Move over cause your standing in my light Move over cause your standing in my light Move over cause your standing in my light (yeah) Move over cause your standing in my light Now when your old man beats the drums Gotta run run run that's dumb A little less ego A little more fight Move over cause your standing in my light Things go bad and the risks get high Sweeping dead bodies 'cross an open sky You took my pictures from your walls Ain't gonna trade with the pain of the New York Dolls Move over cause your standin in my (Move over cause your standin in my) Move over cause your standin in my (Move over cause your standin in my) Move over cause you standin in my (Move over cause your standin in my) Move over cause you standing in my light Move over cause your standing in my light Move over cause your standing in my light Move over cause your standing in my light Move over cause your standing in my light Move over cause your standing in my light Yeah.......Alright Move over cause your standing in my light I wish you luck on your very last chance Cause I knew you blew it at the song and dance you froze my feelings, but thats alright and your standing in my light |
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from Ian Hunter - Once Bitten Twice Shy (2000)
(Ian Hunter)
Every time I watch you Gotta switch you off, you surely can't be serious Every time I see you I just can't believe you go below ridiculous All those days I spent Starin' at your wilderness All those ways you got to me Through me, you, you leave me speechless You, you make me scared of you You make me scared of losing concentration You make me afraid of you Make me afraid of losing conversation All my friends say that you're forbidden - fruitless I hide away with you - I'm guilty - I'm guilty You found my only weakness You, you leave me speechless Entertainment came and went Why can't you be more curious, adventurous, mysterious, sensuous Your remote control Is sending out patrols, I've go consumer sadness Spray me - camouflage me - blind me So I can't see, help me through this madness All those years I spent Clingin' to your warm breast All those words I don't think I guess Gotta get you off my chest - you pest You, you leave me speechless |
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from Ian Hunter - Welcome To The Club (2003)
(Ian Hunter)
There's a place in the city they call the Archway Where we rented three rooms for a dollar a day and I worked semi-skilled at the capstans for years And my wife was a good woman but the love disappeared Sons and Daughters, Daughters and Sons When a marriage goes down they're the loneliest ones Sons and Daughters, Daughters and Sons How I hope they can cope with the damage I've done I found me a band, I went out on tour So the kids wouldn't know I was with them no more When they said, "Where's me dad?" She'd say, "He's a star!" Oh if only stars knew what fools they all are. Sons and Daughters, Daughters and Sons When a marriage goes down they're the loneliest ones Sons and Daughters, Daughters and Sons How I hope they can cope with the damage I've done I got a new contract, I got a new life No more capstans for me and I've got a new wife Sometimes she gets angry, says she wants a family Then that nightmare returns like a ghost haunting me Sons and Daughters, Daughters and Sons When a marriage breaks up you're the loneliest ones Sons and Daughters, Daughters and Sons How I hope you all cope with the damage we done |
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from Mott The Hoople - All The Young Dudes (1972)
Too many people about
Telling me what to do with myself It's hard to get around Walking on soft soft ground Well they can say what they feel Cause I'm completely foreign I know it's clear It's putting my mind my mind at ease She's reliable but demanding She orders me about She often keeps on wanting 'Til the morning light is out Too many mouths Arguing over nothing Its hard to get around Walking on soft soft ground |
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from Mott The Hoople - All The Young Dudes (1972)
Too many people about Telling me what to do with myself It's hard to get around Walking on soft soft ground Well they can say what they feel Cause I'm completely foreign I know it's clear It's putting my mind my mind at ease She's reliable but demanding She orders me about She often keeps on wanting 'Til the morning light is out Too many mouths Arguing over nothing Its hard to get around Walking on soft soft ground |
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from Ian Hunter - Welcome To The Club (2003)
(Ian Hunter)
You're just a stranger in the past Just another mug that could never last You came up slow but you burned out fast (didn't ya) It ain't Silver Needles on the run No it ain't Silver Needles on the run It ain't Silver Needles on the run Shh you make me feel so bad You thought you was the only one that got messed up Me 'n all the others never had it so rough Well how come you're dead and I'm still stood up Well it ain't Silver Needles on the run Silver Needles on the run No it ain't Silver Needles on the run Oh I remember.... All your plans were made on some PR floor 'N all your bags were packed, they never reached the door. Out ordering (?) your thought exchange All your brains were acting strange You never lied in dreams before There must be more to life than getting sore (What do you think?) I seen in some music paper that you was gone And I went right out and wrote you a farewell song Boy, they had you dead before you was born And it's a shame - you were such a great mover But it ain't Silver Needles on the run No it ain't Silver Needles on the run Silver Needles on the run Silver Needles on the run Silver Needles on the run Silver Needles on the run (Next) |
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from Ian Hunter - Once Bitten Twice Shy (2000)
We walked to the sea. Just my father and me.
아버지와 둘이서 바다로 걸어갔지. And the dogs played around on the sand. 백사장에서는 개들이 뛰어놀고 있었어. Winter cold cut the air. Hangin’ still everywhere Dressed in gray, 바람을 에는 듯한 겨울의 추위가 어두워진 주위에 가득했을 때 did he say. Hold my hand. 아버지가 말했지. ″내 손을 잡으렴″ I said, love’s easier when it’s far away. 나는 말했어. ″사랑은 멀리 있을 때 더 잘할 수 있는 거예요.″ We sat and watched a distant light. 우리는 나란히 앉아 멀리 있는 등대 불빛을 바라보았지. We’re two ships that pass in the night. 우리는 밤을 항해하는 두 척의 배 We both smile and we say it’s alright. 우린 웃으며 말했지. ″괜찮아.″라고. We’re still here. It’s just that we’re out of sight. 우린 아직 여기 있는 거야. 다만 서로 볼 수 없을 뿐 Like those ships that pass in the night. 밤을 지나는 저 배들처럼 말야. There’s a boat on the line Where the sea meets the sky. 수평선에 떠 있는 한 척의 배 There’s another that rides far behind. 또 그 뒤에 멀리 있는 다른 한 척 And it seems you and I are like strangers 우린 서로 낯선 사람들 같아 A wide ways apart as we drift on through time. 오랜 시간 험한 뱃길을 지나 온 것처럼. He said, it’s harder now, we’re far away. We only read you when you write. 아버지는 말했어. ″멀리 있으니까 더 힘들구나. 우린 오직 네 편지밖엔 읽을 수 없잖니.″ We’re two ships that pass in the night. 우리는 밤을 지나는 두 척의 배 And we smile when we say it’s alright. 우리는 웃으며 말했지. ″괜찮아.″ We’re still here. It’s just that we’re out of sight. 우린 아직 여기 있는 거야. 다만 서로 볼 수 없을 뿐 Like those ships that pass in the night. 밤을 지나는 저 배들처럼. We’re just ships that pass in the night. And we smile when we say it’s alright. We’re still here. It’s just that we’re out of sight. Like those ships that pass in the night. |
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from Ian Hunter - Strings Attached (A Very Special Night With) / CD Set (2000)
We walked to the sea. Just my father and me.
아버지와 둘이서 바다로 걸어갔지. And the dogs played around on the sand. 백사장에서는 개들이 뛰어놀고 있었어. Winter cold cut the air. Hangin’ still everywhere Dressed in gray, 바람을 에는 듯한 겨울의 추위가 어두워진 주위에 가득했을 때 did he say. Hold my hand. 아버지가 말했지. ″내 손을 잡으렴″ I said, love’s easier when it’s far away. 나는 말했어. ″사랑은 멀리 있을 때 더 잘할 수 있는 거예요.″ We sat and watched a distant light. 우리는 나란히 앉아 멀리 있는 등대 불빛을 바라보았지. We’re two ships that pass in the night. 우리는 밤을 항해하는 두 척의 배 We both smile and we say it’s alright. 우린 웃으며 말했지. ″괜찮아.″라고. We’re still here. It’s just that we’re out of sight. 우린 아직 여기 있는 거야. 다만 서로 볼 수 없을 뿐 Like those ships that pass in the night. 밤을 지나는 저 배들처럼 말야. There’s a boat on the line Where the sea meets the sky. 수평선에 떠 있는 한 척의 배 There’s another that rides far behind. 또 그 뒤에 멀리 있는 다른 한 척 And it seems you and I are like strangers 우린 서로 낯선 사람들 같아 A wide ways apart as we drift on through time. 오랜 시간 험한 뱃길을 지나 온 것처럼. He said, it’s harder now, we’re far away. We only read you when you write. 아버지는 말했어. ″멀리 있으니까 더 힘들구나. 우린 오직 네 편지밖엔 읽을 수 없잖니.″ We’re two ships that pass in the night. 우리는 밤을 지나는 두 척의 배 And we smile when we say it’s alright. 우리는 웃으며 말했지. ″괜찮아.″ We’re still here. It’s just that we’re out of sight. 우린 아직 여기 있는 거야. 다만 서로 볼 수 없을 뿐 Like those ships that pass in the night. 밤을 지나는 저 배들처럼. We’re just ships that pass in the night. And we smile when we say it’s alright. We’re still here. It’s just that we’re out of sight. Like those ships that pass in the night. |
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from Ian Hunter - You`Re Never Alone With A Schizophrenic (2003)
We walked to the sea. Just my father and me.
아버지와 둘이서 바다로 걸어갔지. And the dogs played around on the sand. 백사장에서는 개들이 뛰어놀고 있었어. Winter cold cut the air. Hangin’ still everywhere Dressed in gray, 바람을 에는 듯한 겨울의 추위가 어두워진 주위에 가득했을 때 did he say. Hold my hand. 아버지가 말했지. ″내 손을 잡으렴″ I said, love’s easier when it’s far away. 나는 말했어. ″사랑은 멀리 있을 때 더 잘할 수 있는 거예요.″ We sat and watched a distant light. 우리는 나란히 앉아 멀리 있는 등대 불빛을 바라보았지. We’re two ships that pass in the night. 우리는 밤을 항해하는 두 척의 배 We both smile and we say it’s alright. 우린 웃으며 말했지. ″괜찮아.″라고. We’re still here. It’s just that we’re out of sight. 우린 아직 여기 있는 거야. 다만 서로 볼 수 없을 뿐 Like those ships that pass in the night. 밤을 지나는 저 배들처럼 말야. There’s a boat on the line Where the sea meets the sky. 수평선에 떠 있는 한 척의 배 There’s another that rides far behind. 또 그 뒤에 멀리 있는 다른 한 척 And it seems you and I are like strangers 우린 서로 낯선 사람들 같아 A wide ways apart as we drift on through time. 오랜 시간 험한 뱃길을 지나 온 것처럼. He said, it’s harder now, we’re far away. We only read you when you write. 아버지는 말했어. ″멀리 있으니까 더 힘들구나. 우린 오직 네 편지밖엔 읽을 수 없잖니.″ We’re two ships that pass in the night. 우리는 밤을 지나는 두 척의 배 And we smile when we say it’s alright. 우리는 웃으며 말했지. ″괜찮아.″ We’re still here. It’s just that we’re out of sight. 우린 아직 여기 있는 거야. 다만 서로 볼 수 없을 뿐 Like those ships that pass in the night. 밤을 지나는 저 배들처럼. We’re just ships that pass in the night. And we smile when we say it’s alright. We’re still here. It’s just that we’re out of sight. Like those ships that pass in the night. |
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from Ian Hunter - Once Bitten Twice Shy (2000)
(Ian Hunter)
Her life gets smaller in his eyes And he wonders if he thinks he should cry Oh mother the colour's gone and left your hair And he wonders if he thinks he should care She told him how to play a guitar She told him how to be a star But mother were you really there My friend don't speak he's such a mixed up boy I wonder if she sold him his toys A kiss on the cheek a conversation decoy In his cute little corduroys Oh she taught him how to win the game She taught him everything is your name Oh mother did you have to destroy Mother if you really cared You'd talk to him cry for him All you every did was dream All you ever said was be cool be cool be cool And I think you made a mess of his life And I think he made a mess of your life And I think it made a mess of my life Mother if you really cared You'd talk to him cry for him All you every did was dream All you ever said was be cool be cool be cool And I think you made a mess of her life And I think she made a mess of your life And I think it made a mess of my life I think you made a mess of my life I think you made a mess of my life |
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from Ian Hunter - Once Bitten Twice Shy (2000)
(ian hunter)
Where do you go when you've somewhere to run But the time isn't right and there's things to be done And you're trapped half-way up, you don't want to go back So you keep going on - compromising the lack And you see the green fields as you travel on by And you look at the things you'd forgotten to try And you wish you were young and you wish you were old For the songs always sung and the stories been told And you thought you were different but what did it mean For you tricked yourself trying - life's still unseen As it is, as it was, as it always will be Will you find out at all what it is to be free See it never was easy to live with a head So I kept to the back room and I live there instead What comes from the front-room is only for "friends" I have a bay window but that's where it ends And it's here I see pictures and my madness is clear And there's no longer logic so therefore no fear And I'm almost dead with uncontrollable light Sometimes when I've written a song - it's alright... |
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from Ian Hunter - 30th Anniversary Edition (2005)
(ian hunter)
Where do you go when you've somewhere to run But the time isn't right and there's things to be done And you're trapped half-way up, you don't want to go back So you keep going on - compromising the lack And you see the green fields as you travel on by And you look at the things you'd forgotten to try And you wish you were young and you wish you were old For the songs always sung and the stories been told And you thought you were different but what did it mean For you tricked yourself trying - life's still unseen As it is, as it was, as it always will be Will you find out at all what it is to be free See it never was easy to live with a head So I kept to the back room and I live there instead What comes from the front-room is only for "friends" I have a bay window but that's where it ends And it's here I see pictures and my madness is clear And there's no longer logic so therefore no fear And I'm almost dead with uncontrollable light Sometimes when I've written a song - it's alright... |
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from Ian Hunter - Once Bitten Twice Shy (2000)
(Ian Hunter)
Doctor, doctor, am I alright? I keep on stayin' up - all through the night Smokin', drinkin', watchin' T.V. 'til the light It's been a long time since I slept All I seem to think about is what I ain't yet I'm seeing double Doctor, doctor, am I in need? Seems like there's somethin' wrong with me Underneath this stone lies a different guy My head says yeah - my body says no I can't seem to get up - I can't seem to go I'm seeing double In the middle of my life - it's just a little strange All those people - they're alright - if they'd stop messin' with my brain I remember when the world was new Doctor, doctor, what can you do? I'm tired of runnin' - give me something to slow down Ain't been to bed in over a week I can't catch up son sleep - it's playing hide 'n' seek I'm seeing double |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Brain Capers (1971)
I know you have a second love Another one you're thinking of What is there now that i can do I'll always feel the same for you Why does it have to be this way Maybe before we'll change some day I only hope that you will stay Can't keep going on this way Well if you go away from me girl Well i know that you're not the one to blame When i see the tears come running from your eyes It'll make you start It'll make you start to realise I'm crossed between your second love It ain't just me you're thinking of And what is there now that i can do I'll always feel the same about you |
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from Mott The Hoople - All The Young Dudes (1972)
On morning shadows you were ill-spent ";It's time";, you said, or is it time you went I tried so hard to leave you I tried to sleep The hours you keep Oh Lord I wish I could escape this iron veil Ride on my son Ride on my son Ride until you fail Something comes and something goes And something dies before it grows And I'm like a sea diver Who's lost in space [";Sweet";, said His Grace?] Oh Lord I wish I could escape this iron veil Ride on my son Right on my son Ride until you fail |
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from Mott The Hoople - All The Young Dudes (1972)
On morning shadows you were ill-spent
";It's time";, you said, or is it time you went I tried so hard to leave you I tried to sleep The hours you keep Oh Lord I wish I could escape this iron veil Ride on my son Ride on my son Ride until you fail Something comes and something goes And something dies before it grows And I'm like a sea diver Who's lost in space [";Sweet";, said His Grace?] Oh Lord I wish I could escape this iron veil Ride on my son Right on my son Ride until you fail |
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from Ian Hunter - Strings Attached (A Very Special Night With) / CD Set (2000)
Sixty-nine was cheapo wine
Have a good time, what your sign? Float up to the Roundhouse on a Sunday afternoon. In Seventy we all agreed A King's Road flat was the place to be 'Cause Chelsea girls are the best in the world for company. In Seventy-one all the people come Bust a few seats but it's just in fun Take the Mick out of Top of the Pops, we play better than they do. In Seventy-two we was born to lose We slipped down snakes into yesterday's news I was ready to quit but then we went to Croydon. Do you remember the Saturday gigs? (We do, we do) Do you remember the Saturday gigs? (We do, we do). The tickets for the fantasy were twelve and six a time A fairy tale on sale. Oh, Seventy-three was a jambouree We were the dudes, the dudes were we Did you see the suits and the platform boots? Oh dear, oh boy In Seventy-four in Broadway tour We didn't much like dressing up no more Don't wanna be hip but thanks for a great trip. Do you remember the Saturday gigs? (We do, we do) Do you remember the Saturday gigs? (We do, we do). But now the kids pay a couple of quid 'Cause they need it just the same It's all a game, a grown-up game. And we got off on those Saturday gigs (You did, you did) And we got off on those Saturday gigs (And we did, we did) You got off on those Saturday gigs (We did, we did) You got off on those Saturday gigs (We did, we did) |
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from Mott The Hoople - Mott (1973)
It ain't so long ago since we were just two kids
Remember well memories we all hid But you're much older now, although you still are young I know you well, I'm like you Hey Rose, you're finer than you know Why hang around with clothes of another name Hair so dyed she lost too much inside Ain't nothing left to hide in the game Hey Rose, how do you laugh in your own show Try to fight the fears that rise within Rock 'n' roll slag, oh my, you're such a drag Trying to find the corner to inject Hey Rose, so silently she goes Careful not to make up, see your maker Hey Rose, how do you laugh when she's on show Try to fight the fears that rise within Hey, rock 'n' roll slag, oh oh, you're such a drag Trying to find the corner to inject Hey Rose, you're finer than you know And I hate to see you cold on a summer day |
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from Ian Hunter - Strings Attached (A Very Special Night With) / CD Set (2000)
(Ian Hunter)
Just another day When everything goes wrong You know that feeling you get When you're done My best years are behind me My future is in doubt They keep on putting those fences up Trying to keep me out Trying to keep me out I heard the rumors I hope they're not true There ain't no depths That they wouldn't sink to I've been told, after the corporate wars Everybody's obsolete 'Cause there ain't no more No there ain't no more Rollerball Rollerball Rollerball She's a good woman But she's easily led They led her up the garden path Right out of her head She's an academic She's got trophies on the wall She's got her P.H.D. in hypocrisy She can't help herself She's gonna do well They took away music They took away art They took away everything That was close to her heart I've been told, after the corporate wars Everybody's obsolete 'Cause there ain't no more No there ain't no more Rollerball Rollerball Rollerball Too many people Too many people Too many people Too many people Just another loser Washed up on the sand Just another winner With blood on his hands Just another victim At the alter of success Just another victim of Progress Progress Progress Progress They cut down the forest They polluted the sea They messed up the ozone Now they're looking for me I've been told, after the corporate wars Everybody's obsolete 'Cause there ain't no more No there ain't no more Rollerball Rollerball Rollerball You heard it here first You heard it here first You heard it here first You heard it here first |
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from Mott The Hoople - The Hoople (1974)
Baby if you just say you still care Follow you most anywhere Roll away the stone, roll away the stone. And, in the darkest night, Roll away the stone, roll away the stone I'll keep you safe and all right Won't you roll away the stone Don't you let it die Won't you roll away the stone Why be cold and so alone? No matter if fools say we can't win Roll away the stone, roll away the stone I know I'll fall in love again Baby in love and sweet romance So sing - we still got a chance Won't you roll away the stone Why be cold and so alone? Roll away the stone, roll away the stone Won't you roll away the stone Don't you let it lie There's a rockabilly party on Saturday night Are you gonna be there Gonna bring your records (Well I got my invite) Made it! (Ohh, will do) Won't you roll away the stone Why be cold and so alone? Won't you roll away the stone Don't you let it die Come on roll Come on roll, yeah Come on roll I want you to roll Come on rollCome on..... yeah |
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from Ian Hunter - Strings Attached (A Very Special Night With) / CD Set (2000)
[Ian Hunter]
Baby, if you'll just say you'll care I'll follow you most anywhere Roll away the stone, roll away the stone. And in the darkest night I'll keep you safe and all right Roll away the stone, roll away the stone. Won't you roll away the stone? Why be cold and so alone? Won't you roll away the stone? Don't you let it die. No matter if fools say we can't win I know I'll fall in love again Roll away the stone, roll away the stone. So sing, ‘cause we still got a chance Baby in love and sweet romance Roll away the stone, roll away the stone. Won't you roll away the stone? Why be cold and so alone? Won't you roll away the stone? Don't you let it die. Won't you roll away the stone? Why be cold and so alone? Won't you roll away the stone? Don't you let it die. Won't you roll away the stone? Why be cold and so alone? Won't you roll away the stone? Don't you let it die. Won't you roll away the stone? Roll away the stone Yeah, roll away the stone? Come on, roll away the stone? |
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from Ian Hunter - Rant (2006)
(Ian Hunter)
I don't wanna be no traitor to the cause But England is a luxury - not many can afford There's people going under - it's getting out of hand Whatever happened to our - our green and pleasant land? It turned into a wilderness; it turned into a third world country Most people ain't getting what they pay for Some people gettin' more than they should be I know, I know - I'm an alien - but what are you gonna do I wanna live in England - but it gets to you It gets to you, it gets to you, it gets to you I really don't know why - England's such a ripoff It's crazy, but it's true I really don't know why - England wants to rip off you England wants to rip off you, England wants to rip off you What do you do when you find out? Where do you go if you leave? There's no place like home - that's what they say And that's what you always believed Someday you might win the Lottery Someday you might win the Pools But that's all you've got - that's all you've got - to live for, to live for That's all you've got - that's all you've got - to live for, to live for (yeah) To be or not to be - that's the question Oh what's it gonna be? I'd love to live in England - but it gets to me it gets to me, it gets to me, yeah it gets to me I really don't know why - England's such a ripoff It's crazy, but it's true I really don't know why - England wants to rip off you England wants to rip off you, England wants to rip off you I really don't know why - England's such a ripoff It's crazy, but it's true Oh I really don't know why - England wants to rip off England wants to rip off , England wants to rip off |
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from Mott The Hoople - All The Young Dudes (1972)
Just done some living - still got the pain.
Ain't done much giving - just my name Ride on my son, that cold steel rail. Still following you, oh lord I wanna try and lose this iron bail. Ride on the sun, ride on the sun, until you break. And the City doctor's - try to see. There's a future - left for me. So I show them the rainbows, they're too colour blind. I'm hard to find, oh lord give me the strength so I can speak. Ride the sun, ride on the sun, until you break. Oh Undertaker - switch off your TV I don't know who's dead - Is it you or is it me For your calculations, Innocent eyes (?) You are in doubt, on lord I'm trying to find out just where I am Ride on the sun, ride on the sun, until I break. |
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from Ian Hunter - All American Alien Boy (2006)
(Ian Hunter)
He's much the same as anyone - He don't do what he's told He got hostile on his school report - and he leaves his mother cold His father owned a bakery - one day they found him hanged It ain't good to be free in Little Italy - his son's the leader of the gang CHORUS RESTLESS YOUTH - RESTLESS YOUTH RESTLESS YOUTH - RESTLESS YOUTH He soon found out he could not work - the money was no good This child of the city hit the welfare kitty - did some runnin' for the hoods And the logic of the street was such - that everything was bent There's a lot of white collars - stealing government dollars - wouldn't notice such a little percent. CHORUS Now I went to his graduation - in some Brooklyn overnight jail He said he was a member of the rock'n roll nation - but his face was drawn 'n pale They gave him a suspended sentence - 'n he got straight on the phone Called a big, big, man with a Miami tan 'n said "Hi I'm Al Capone - the 2nd Restless Youth" CHORUS Now his first hit came at seventeen - his second was his last Some dealer ran screaming from the scene - as the bullets whistled past 'N the cop that killed him shook his head 'n said "I swear the truth When I know it was some old, old man 'n not a restless youth." CHORUS Now the moral of this story is that all he saw was greed Legal, illegalities 'n all them politician thieves Good people of the U.S.A. if you want your kids to grow Then check your harvest carefully - Don't reap; before you sow CHORUS |
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from Ian Hunter - Strings Attached (A Very Special Night With) / CD Set (2000)
Hunter
If my wheel could take another turn And if my life replaced itself again I wouldn't want a single thing to change Oh it's been good though it's been strange. And if my dreams were willing to come true I would not even try to ….. them through I'm sure there's things I've missed that others preached The goals they reached, they were not for me. Rest in peace Even though the worries let you down Don't let them count, rest in peace. Throw all those smiles and …. miles away You will willow pattern pictures through the rain And swallow when your heart begins to breathe Just like a bird, do what it please. 'Cause I ain't gonna be here all that long And when I go I want to know I sung If there's a road ahead, I'll rock right in Just got to win, this is my thing. Rest in peace Even though the worries let you down Don't let them count, rest in peace. Rest in peace. |
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from Ian Hunter - All American Alien Boy (2006)
(Ian Hunter)
He searched through his love like a thief on the run He searched through his face - to see the guilt water run But he's fresh out of tears and nobody has come And justice has got to be done Oh moon in the city stay open and clear For his vision ain't good and his mind's disappeared "Get along mother nature" they spat at your son So justice has got to be done And beauty is lying alone in the park Her friend has gone bowling in the alleys so dark Where's her knight in white armour who rides a chrome Ford Justice would seem to be bored Justice would seem to be bored A knife full of life penetrated the bait While he thinks 'o the sister and the mother that he hates And he thinks he'll get off 'cos he's sick, rich, and stoned And justice was made to be honed And justice was made to be honed And his lawyer is smiling one hell of a smile 'N he's lying all the lies - of the lies in exile While she's dying of grief he's defending his brief And justice would seem to be cheap And justice would seem to be cheap Well I've searched through the falling, and I searched through the failed I've searched through the jury - the judge and the jailed But sleeping beauty is dead no use pricking her thumb And justice has got to be done Justice just is - justice just is - justice just is - Not! |
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from Ian Hunter - Short Back 'N' Sides (2003)
(Ian Hunter)
Billy said this town is dying, it's dying just to be like me. He was fighting everything in sight, died when he was 23. I used to meet him down at his cafe, he had one eye on the door and the other on the writing on the wall. He'd get restless and angry and we'd all laugh 'cause we weren't really scared, we was his friends, he wouldn't hurt us at all And all he'd say was rain, rain, rain rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain. We gotta leave this town. And Glover was a dancer, imitating Eddie Cochran by the jukebox. In the corner of the room 'till he was lost. Barry 'n me, we used to escape, playing I Go Ape wearing Italian clothes drinking cider talking in the rain Hey babe, come over here, let me buy you a beer, what's your name, she said "Boy, it doesn't really matter, don't you see? You ain't what I want, you ain't what I need, you ain't what I fancy, you ain't what I dream of 'n I'd silently leave ?? you're ugly. Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain. I gotta leave this place. My history is a cop-out Somewhere in the dark I got scared 'cause I knew I was gonna loose. You know that feeling you get in your guts, all that frustration when you know you're going nuts. You gotta make a move. There was Billy and Glover and Pacer and Taylor and Valerie and Barry I remember what he said about that town. He said "I went to London once, came back, wiped the tears from my eyes, looked out the window, and it was still pouring down, more of that rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain." I'm gonna get a train, never coming back again. 'Cause if I did it would be the same. Boy, you really messed up my brain. All of that rain rain rain, rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain Take your washing off the line. Take your washing off the line. Take your washing off the line. Take the washing off the line. It's gonna rain. It's gonna rain. |
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from Ian Hunter - Long Odds And Out-Takes (2006)
(Ian Hunter)
Billy said this town is dying, it's dying just to be like me. He was fighting everything in sight, died when he was 23. I used to meet him down at his cafe, he had one eye on the door and the other on the writing on the wall. He'd get restless and angry and we'd all laugh 'cause we weren't really scared, we was his friends, he wouldn't hurt us at all And all he'd say was rain, rain, rain rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain. We gotta leave this town. And Glover was a dancer, imitating Eddie Cochran by the jukebox. In the corner of the room 'till he was lost. Barry 'n me, we used to escape, playing I Go Ape wearing Italian clothes drinking cider talking in the rain Hey babe, come over here, let me buy you a beer, what's your name, she said "Boy, it doesn't really matter, don't you see? You ain't what I want, you ain't what I need, you ain't what I fancy, you ain't what I dream of 'n I'd silently leave ?? you're ugly. Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain. I gotta leave this place. My history is a cop-out Somewhere in the dark I got scared 'cause I knew I was gonna loose. You know that feeling you get in your guts, all that frustration when you know you're going nuts. You gotta make a move. There was Billy and Glover and Pacer and Taylor and Valerie and Barry I remember what he said about that town. He said "I went to London once, came back, wiped the tears from my eyes, looked out the window, and it was still pouring down, more of that rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain." I'm gonna get a train, never coming back again. 'Cause if I did it would be the same. Boy, you really messed up my brain. All of that rain rain rain, rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain Take your washing off the line. Take your washing off the line. Take your washing off the line. Take the washing off the line. It's gonna rain. It's gonna rain. |
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from Ian Hunter - Rant (2006)
(Ian Hunter)
Beautiful people - got their beautiful lives - got their Beautiful husbands - got their beautiful wives - got their Beautiful bankers - got their beautiful lawyers All things bright and beautiful The beautiful people are sent to destroy us Beautiful people - got their beautiful kids - got their Beautiful schools where the beautiful other half live - got their Beautiful futures in their beautiful professions All things bright and beautiful The beautiful people got the money for the lessons I'm living in purgatory - I know what purgatory is This ain't no sanctuary - This ain't no way to live You gotta have a sense of humour - you gotta know how to laugh at it Cos, I'm living in Purgatory 'n anything's better than this Beautiful people got their beautiful clothes - got their Beautiful mansions - down their beautiful country roads - got their Beautiful Doctors - in their beautiful surgeries All things bright and beautiful The beautiful people like a little privacy I'm living in purgatory - I know what purgatory is This ain't no sanctuary - This ain't no way to live You gotta have a sense of humour - you gotta know how to laugh at it Cos, I'm living in Purgatory 'n anything's better than this Beautiful losers on their beautiful estates got their beautiful job centres on the beautiful welfare wait and wait Beautiful dreamers - out of their beautiful skulls All things are bright and beautiful As long as they're beautiful, people stay beautiful. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful I'm living in purgatory - I know what purgatory is This ain't no sanctuary - This ain't no way to live You gotta have a sense of humour - you gotta know how to laugh at it I'm living in Purgatory 'n anything's better than this |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Wildlife (1971)
The original mixed-up kid
Sleeps with the ladies all night Home in the morning light To nothin' Climbs in to an empty bed Pillows around his head Hide the tears he sheds For no one And Byron said Happiness is born its twin In those who share, for they will always win But what about the man who tries so hard But his heart is locked within The original mixed-up kid Must have been at the end of the line When they gave out the forms to sign For someone And he can't make up his mind where he wants to go Ain't there a heaven ain't there a hell well he just don't know For in a crowded street he can see the sleet When the other men just see the snow The original mixed-up kid be on your conscience bound (?) For you turned him upside down for nothin' |
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from Mott The Hoople - All The Young Dudes (1972)
Know that I grow my hair just to scare the teacher My goodness gracious me ain't little Johnny a creature And I lost count of the times when I never bathed I'm one of the boys One of the boys I don't say much but I make a big noise And it's growing alright its growing I borrowed Gypsy's Gibson just to show them And now I'm a rock and roll star I don't want to know them If they want a stray they better go out a grow one I'm one of the boys One of the boys I'm only human so I ain't got much choice And I know it yeah I know it Alright! Hit it come on! I'm just one of the boys One of the boys I don't say much but I make a big noise And it's growing yeah its growing I'm one of the boys One of the boys I'm only human so I ain't got much choice And I know it yes I know it One of the boys I'm just one of the boys One of the boys I'm just one of the boys One of the boys I'm just one of the boys One of the boys I'm just one of the boys Lets go! Alright! Just just just just just (fade) |
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from Mott The Hoople - All The Young Dudes (1972)
Know that I grow my hair just to scare the teacher
My goodness gracious me ain't little Johnny a creature And I lost count of the times when I never bathed I'm one of the boys One of the boys I don't say much but I make a big noise And it's growing alright its growing I borrowed Gypsy's Gibson just to show them And now I'm a rock and roll star I don't want to know them If they want a stray they better go out a grow one I'm one of the boys One of the boys I'm only human so I ain't got much choice And I know it yeah I know it Alright! Hit it come on! I'm just one of the boys One of the boys I don't say much but I make a big noise And it's growing yeah its growing I'm one of the boys One of the boys I'm only human so I ain't got much choice And I know it yes I know it One of the boys I'm just one of the boys One of the boys I'm just one of the boys One of the boys I'm just one of the boys One of the boys I'm just one of the boys Lets go! Alright! Just just just just just (fade) |
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from Mott The Hoople - All The Young Dudes (1972)
Know that I grow my hair just to scare the teacher
My goodness gracious me ain't little Johnny a creature And I lost count of the times when I never bathed I'm one of the boys One of the boys I don't say much but I make a big noise And it's growing alright its growing I borrowed Gypsy's Gibson just to show them And now I'm a rock and roll star I don't want to know them If they want a stray they better go out a grow one I'm one of the boys One of the boys I'm only human so I ain't got much choice And I know it yeah I know it Alright! Hit it come on! I'm just one of the boys One of the boys I don't say much but I make a big noise And it's growing yeah its growing I'm one of the boys One of the boys I'm only human so I ain't got much choice And I know it yes I know it One of the boys I'm just one of the boys One of the boys I'm just one of the boys One of the boys I'm just one of the boys One of the boys I'm just one of the boys Lets go! Alright! Just just just just just (fade) |
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from Mott The Hoople - All The Young Dudes (1972)
Know that I grow my hair just to scare the teacher
My goodness gracious me ain't little Johnny a creature And I lost count of the times when I never bathed I'm one of the boys One of the boys I don't say much but I make a big noise And it's growing alright its growing I borrowed Gypsy's Gibson just to show them And now I'm a rock and roll star I don't want to know them If they want a stray they better go out a grow one I'm one of the boys One of the boys I'm only human so I ain't got much choice And I know it yeah I know it Alright! Hit it come on! I'm just one of the boys One of the boys I don't say much but I make a big noise And it's growing yeah its growing I'm one of the boys One of the boys I'm only human so I ain't got much choice And I know it yes I know it One of the boys I'm just one of the boys One of the boys I'm just one of the boys One of the boys I'm just one of the boys One of the boys I'm just one of the boys Lets go! Alright! Just just just just just (fade) |
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