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from John Miles - Rebel (1976)
Music was my first love
and it will be my last. Music of the future and music of the past. To live without my music would be impossible to do. In this world of troubles, my music pulls me through. Instrumental Music was my first love and it will be last. Music of the future and music of the past and music of the past and music of the past. Instrumental Music was my first love and it will be my last. Music of the future and music of the past. To live without my music would be impossible to do. In this world of troubles, my music pulls me through. |
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from John Miles - Rebel (1976)
Sitting in your easy chair,
Looking at the wall, Thinking of the things that might've been. And as you wish your life away With dreams of mystic gold, Imagine all the things you could've seen, Imagine all the things you could've seen. Looking out the window, Staring at the rain, Wonder if the sun will ever shine. And if you only realised That life won't pass you by, The only thing that's passing is your time, The only thing that's passing is your time. Oh no! Oh no! No! Go nowhere in your easy chair, Getting older every day, And the things you feel Make your life seem real, Don't let them slip away. Don't let them slip away. Everybody wants some more, Everybody wants some more Everybody wants to open the next door. Everybody's getting meaner, Everybody else's grass is greener. Everybody wants some more, Everybody wants some more Everybody wants to open the next door. Everybody's getting meaner, Everybody else's grass is greener. It's easy when you close your eyes, Your worries disappear, Problems you must face are far behind. Things would look much better From a million miles away, Looking for a place you'll never find, Looking for a place you'll never find. Oh no! Oh no! No! No! Go nowhere in your easy chair, Getting older every day, And the things you feel Make your life seem real, Don't let them slip away, Don't let them slip away. Everybody wants some more, Everybody wants some more Everybody wants to open the next door. Everybody's getting meaner, Everybody else's grass is greener. Everybody wants some more, Everybody wants some more Everybody wants to open the next door. Everybody's getting meaner, Everybody else's grass is greener. Everybody wants some more, Everybody wants some more Everybody wants some more Everybody wants some more |
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from John Miles - Rebel (1976)
Highfly, touch the sky,
Whatcha gonna do now the well's dry? Good time, feeling fine. Whatcha gonna do now there's no wine? For many years You played the joker and you always won. You wasted time, Always fooling round and having fun. Your luck ran out Just like the sunshine when the day is done. Your dreams subsided When you decided that your chance had gone Your chance to be someone. You never tried, You just accepted things and didn't care. And now it's over, You look around you but there's no one there. It's too late now, Face the truth and don't you try to run. You're feelin' sorry, And you've realised your chance has gone Your chance to be someone. Highfly, touch the sky, Whatcha gonna do now the well's dry? Good time, feeling fine. Whatcha gonna do now there's no wine? Highfly, touch the sky, Whatcha gonna do now the well's dry? Good time, feeling fine. Whatcha gonna do now there's no wine? Highfly, touch the sky, Whatcha gonna do now the well's dry? Good time, feeling fine. Whatcha gonna do now there's no wine? Highfly, touch the sky, Whatcha gonna do now the well's dry? Good time, feeling fine. Whatcha gonna do now there's no wine? Highfly, touch the sky, Whatcha gonna do now the well's dry? Good time, feeling fine. Whatcha gonna do now there's no wine? |
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from John Miles - Rebel (1976)
As it was in the beginning
It will be until the end. Your money buys you people, But it will not buy you friends. Your life is an illusion, So live it day by day. Just draw your own conclusion, It's gonna happen anyway Now you've been around The things you've found Just get you down. A life of ease Makes hard to please, You have it all. No one tells you why The things you buy Don't get you high. The life you lead, Just what you need. It isn't there. Does no one care? As it was in the beginning It will be until the end. Your money buys you people, But it will not buy you friends. Your life is an illusion, So live it day by day Just draw your own conclusion, It's gonna happen anyway |
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from John Miles - Rebel (1976)
Not for me all the things you must do.
I am glad now that I can see through. They say that I'm crazy, I'm out of my mind, Searching for something I'll never find. Don't call me a loser, Call me a rebel. No one said I must run in this race. Always right, putting me in my place. I know it's not easy, believe in yourself, You won't find the answer in somebody else. Don't call me a loser, Call me a rebel. Call me a rebel. I'm not one of the crowd, The shout was so loud No one hears a word they say. I'm not one of the fools Who are making the rules And they're changing day by day. Call me a rebel. I've got nothing to hide, Just the feeling inside! Don't call me a loser, Call me a rebel. Call me a rebel. Call me a rebel. Call me a rebel. Call me a rebel. |
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from John Miles - Rebel (1976)
When you lose someone so young,
How do you start again? You can't run and hide from the world outside And you lock yourself in, wonder where to begin. It multiplies the pain. When you lose someone so young, How do you start again? As time goes by and tears run dry And hope appears in place of fears, It takes away the pain You must walk right out in the sunshine, Gotta try not to hide in the shade. Shake yourself loose from the chip on your shoulder And forget the price you paid. I said "Put your grief behind you, All the sad songs have been sung". Yes, I know how it feels, it just don't seem real, When you lose someone so young. When you lose someone so young, How do you start again? You need friends at hand who can understand, If you start to cry, they'll wipe the tears from your eye, Will you ever be the same? When you lose someone so young, How do you start again? Start life anew, stop feeling blue. The world's standing still because it knows That you will forget your tears and pain. You must walk right out in the sunshine, Gotta try not to hide in the shade. Shake yourself, loose from the chip on your shoulder And forget the price you paid. I said "Put your grief behind you, All the sad songs have been sung". Well, I know how it feels, it just don't seem real When you lose someone so young. You must walk right out in the sunshine, Gotta try not to hide in the shade. Shake yourself loose from the chip on your shoulder, And forget the price you paid. I said "Put your grief behind you, All the sad songs have been sung". Yes, I know how it feels, it just don't seem real When you lose someone so young. Put your grief behind you, All the sad songs have been sung. Well, I know how it feels, it just don't seem real When you lose someone so young. |
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from John Miles - Rebel (1976)
Lady of my life,
Won't you comfort me tonight, When the troubles of the world are on my shoulders? Lady, make it right. Please don't fuss or fight. I need peace now I'm a little older. Lady, lady, lady, lady of my life, Lady, lady, lady, lady of my life, Stay with me tonight. Lady, don't be cruel, Don't you treat me like a fool I ain't no fool. Instead of taking, why not try some giving? It's gonna do you some good. Woman, treat me good, You know that you really should. You know that you're the reason I am living. Lady, lady, lady, lady of my life, Lady, lady, lady, lady of my life, Stay with me tonight. Lady, lady, lady, lady of my life, Lady, lady, lady, lady of my life, Stay with me tonight. Lady, don't be cruel, Don't you treat me like a fool. Instead of taking, why not try some giving? It's gonna do you some good. Woman, treat me good, You know that you really should. You know that you're the reason I am living. . Lady, lady, lady, lady of my life, Lady, lady, lady, lady of my life, Stay with me tonight. Stay with me tonight, Stay with me tonight. |
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from John Miles - Rebel (1976)
Pull the damn thing down,
We're gonna build a highway. And either side we'll beautify With concrete reaching to the sky. Pull the damn thing down, Soon you won't remember, As all the people turn their backs On cobbled stones and chimney stacks. Pull the damn thing down! They're gonna pull his house down, They say that it's a slum. No thought for peoples feelings 'Cause progress has to come. The home he's had for sixty years Is standing in their way, So they'll find an institution Where he'll spend his lonely days. Pull the damn thing down, We're gonna build a highway. And I decide we'll beautify With concrete reaching to the sky. Pull the damn thing down, Soon you won't remember, As all the people turn their backs On cobbled stones and chimney stacks. Pull the damn thing down! He's back home for the first time In nearly twenty years, With money and position And wife in mink and furs. Places that he used to know Before he broke the ties Are all multi-storey car parks And he can't believe his eyes. Pull the damn thing down, We're gonna build a highway. And I decide we'll beautify With concrete reaching to the sky. Pull the damn thing down, Soon you won't remember, As all the people turn their backs On cobbled stones and chimney stacks. Pull the damn thing down! People don't want changes To keep up with the times. Secure in their surroundings And leading quiet lives. And then the man from London town Decides to rearrange And the place that they remember Will just never be the same. Pull the damn thing down, We're gonna build a highway. And I decide we'll beautify With concrete reaching to the sky. Pull the damn thing down, Soon you won't remember, As all the people turn their backs On cobbled stones and chimney stacks. Pull the damn thing down! |
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from John Miles - Rebel (1976)
Music was my first love
and it will be my last. Music of the future and music of the past. To live without my music would be impossible to do. In this world of troubles, my music pulls me through. Instrumental Music was my first love and it will be last. Music of the future and music of the past and music of the past and music of the past. Instrumental Music was my first love and it will be my last. Music of the future and music of the past. To live without my music would be impossible to do. In this world of troubles, my music pulls me through. |
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from John Miles - Millennium (2003)
Music was my first love
And it'll be my last Music of the future And music of the past. To live without my music Would be impossible to do In this world of troubles My music pulls me through Music was my first love And it'll be my last Music of the future And music of the past And music of the past And music of the past Music was my first love And it'll be my last Music of the future And music of the past. To live without my music Would be impossible to do 'cause in this world of troubles My music pulls me through |
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from John Miles - Millennium (2003)
People always rushing round,
Makin' time to fuss and to worry. Get your feet back on the ground, It's no good to live in a hurry. Take it easy in your mind, No one wants to get behind. Think about it, you will find Time is on your side, slow down. Can't slow down Things around you change so fast, Livin' day to day is confusin'. How long will the good times last, Thinking you're on top when you're losin'? Take it easy in your mind, No one wants to get behind. Think about it, you will find Time is on your side, slow down. |
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from John Miles - Millennium (2003)
Misty silence of the early morning
All around another day is dawning. Goodbyes ain't easy, So no-one sees me when I go. Only time is gonna last forever, Just remember what we had together. I must be leavin' And I can't even let it show. I am on my way, Remember Yesterday. Lose your memory in a thousand places Disappearing in a sea of faces, Always lonely, I live the only way I know. Holding on until I don't remember Early morning back in late September, Now you're behind me, The clouds remind me I'm alone. I am on my way, Remember Yesterday. My mind must be the gypsy That keeps me movin' on. My heart must be the only thing That's callin' me back home. My memories are souvenirs And all there is to show. For someone who's been everywhere, I've got no place to go. Spend a life time searching for a reason, Find the answer in the changing season. By tomorrow All the sorrow disappears. Far away another boat is sailing, Making time before the light starts failing, Never knowing where I'm going day to day. I am on my way, Remember Yesterday. |
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from John Miles - Millennium (2003)
Highfly, touch the sky,
Whatcha gonna do now the well's dry? Good time, feeling fine. Whatcha gonna do now there's no wine? For many years You played the joker and you always won. You wasted time, Always fooling round and having fun. Your luck ran out Just like the sunshine when the day is done. Your dreams subsided When you decided that your chance had gone Your chance to be someone. You never tried, You just accepted things and didn't care. And now it's over, You look around you but there's no one there. It's too late now, Face the truth and don't you try to run. You're feelin' sorry, And you've realised your chance has gone Your chance to be someone. Highfly, touch the sky, Whatcha gonna do now the well's dry? Good time, feeling fine. Whatcha gonna do now there's no wine? Highfly, touch the sky, Whatcha gonna do now the well's dry? Good time, feeling fine. Whatcha gonna do now there's no wine? Highfly, touch the sky, Whatcha gonna do now the well's dry? Good time, feeling fine. Whatcha gonna do now there's no wine? Highfly, touch the sky, Whatcha gonna do now the well's dry? Good time, feeling fine. Whatcha gonna do now there's no wine? Highfly, touch the sky, Whatcha gonna do now the well's dry? Good time, feeling fine. Whatcha gonna do now there's no wine? |
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from John Miles - Millennium (2003)
No hard feelings, no tears, no pain.
No hard feelings, no fears remain. I could see you slowly drifting away, Like a vision into the wall. But I've got no hard feelings, I've got no feelings at all. No hard feelings, no cold goodbyes. No hard feelings, too old and wise. "And what happened to forever?", they say, "A lifetime seems so small". But I've got no hard feelings, I've got no feelings at all. If only you could try To see my point of view. We wait, our time goes by And we won't make it through. No hard feelings, no tears, no pain. No hard feelings, no fears remain. I could see you slowly drifting away, Like a vision into the wall. But I've got no hard feelings, I've got no feelings at all. I've got no hard feelings, I've got no feelings at all. |
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from John Miles - Millennium (2003)
Manhattan Skyline, Broadway Lights,
There's all you want in cheap delights. No good end for what you buy, Some down and out to tell you why. Names of those who tasted nights. Manhattan Skyline, Broadway Lights. Spend all your money, Lighting the flame, Playing the wheel Is a part of the game. You're in pieces. You're down on the floor. No-one to help you 'Cause you're outside the law. And once you've lost your way it's hard to find. |
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from John Miles - Millennium (2003)
If I turn round and I look down
And I stare at all the people, Would it change me, Rearrange me, Make me become aware? 'Cos I want to, I'm gonna love you Right in front of all these people. If I shock them, Could you knock them, Make them become aware? But I'm gonna do it anyway, It doesn't matter what the people say. And in the end you all will see The only one who's right is me. In my own mind She's the right kind, Even though her colour scares you. Try to see straight, It's never too late, Maybe see the light of day. Should I hang round With my own crowd Or the people that I'm drawn to? Could you guide me? Or maybe hide me? Or I'll see you all in hell. |
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from John Miles - Millennium (2003)
Satisfied, you should be satisfied.
If it was all so easy through my eyes. Satisfied, you could be satisfied, And when you have lost it's too late to be wise. So before you put it down, There is one thing that I think you should know. When you feel it comin' round, There's only one way you can go. Hangin' round with a good time girl It's such a bad education, But when it's gone and she's saying so long It's just a short conversation. She'll say "Bye bye thank you for the money, Bye bye I'll really miss you honey, Bye bye I'll see your next sunny day". Satisfied, you should be satisfied. If it was all so easy through my eyes. Satisfied, you could be satisfied, And when you have lost it's too late to be wise. So before you put it down, There is one thing that I think you should know. When you feel it comin' round, There's only one way you can go. Feeling proud with the big time crowd, You're such a big celebration. What can you say when it's slipping away And there is no explanation? You say "My my where is all the money, My my can I see you honey My my I've had my last sunny day". Satisfied, you should be satisfied. If it was all so easy through my eyes. Satisfied, you could be satisfied, And when you have lost it's too late to be wise. Satisfied, you should be satisfied. If it was all so easy through my eyes. Satisfied, you could be satisfied ... |
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from John Miles - Millennium (2003)
Sitting in your easy chair,
Looking at the wall, Thinking of the things that might've been. And as you wish your life away With dreams of mystic gold, Imagine all the things you could've seen, Imagine all the things you could've seen. Looking out the window, Staring at the rain, Wonder if the sun will ever shine. And if you only realised That life won't pass you by, The only thing that's passing is your time, The only thing that's passing is your time. Oh no! Oh no! No! Go nowhere in your easy chair, Getting older every day, And the things you feel Make your life seem real, Don't let them slip away. Don't let them slip away. Everybody wants some more, Everybody wants some more Everybody wants to open the next door. Everybody's getting meaner, Everybody else's grass is greener. Everybody wants some more, Everybody wants some more Everybody wants to open the next door. Everybody's getting meaner, Everybody else's grass is greener. It's easy when you close your eyes, Your worries disappear, Problems you must face are far behind. Things would look much better From a million miles away, Looking for a place you'll never find, Looking for a place you'll never find. Oh no! Oh no! No! No! Go nowhere in your easy chair, Getting older every day, And the things you feel Make your life seem real, Don't let them slip away, Don't let them slip away. Everybody wants some more, Everybody wants some more Everybody wants to open the next door. Everybody's getting meaner, Everybody else's grass is greener. Everybody wants some more, Everybody wants some more Everybody wants to open the next door. Everybody's getting meaner, Everybody else's grass is greener. Everybody wants some more, Everybody wants some more Everybody wants some more Everybody wants some more |
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from John Miles - Millennium (2003)
You re a stranger in this town where do you come from,
Tell me what's your plan. You've been on the road you can't remember how long, You're a lonely man. Now you can't find what you always thought was easy, And in my mind you found out too late believe me, 'Cause you got bad blood, You got bad blood, You got bad blood, You better get out of here. So tomorrow one more town is far behind you, You could use a friend. But it won't take long before someone reminds you, And it starts again. It was so sad like so many other places, You would be glad just to hide away the traces, 'Cause you got bad blood, You got bad blood, You got bad blood, You better get out of here. You got bad blood, You got bad blood, You got bad blood, You better get out of here. Tell me now I've said these things I should be sorry, I can't take the blame. And my best friend as a child still makes me worry, When I hear your name. But you can't stay, you can't lose your reputation. What can I say in a different situation? 'Cause you got bad blood, You got bad blood, You got bad blood, You better get out of here. |
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You say you're gonna phone,
I spend the whole day waiting at home, It's just the old same fools game. Sold on trying once more, But I'm still cold from something before, With people usin', losin' . It could be paradise, It could be love. And I could sacrifice, You're all have. Oh dear what can I do? Seem to spend my whole life makin' love to you, To you. Oh dear what can I say? Can't get over my nights, you've taken my day, My day. Thinking where it will end, And I start sinkin' over again, Who to rely on, cry on? Slowly losin' my mind, I know I'm only wastin' my time, But now it's too late, I'll wait. It could be paradise. It could be love. And I could sacrifice, You're all have. Oh dear what can I do? Seem to spend my whole life makin' love to you, To you. Oh dear what can I say? Can't get over my nights you've taken my day, My day. Oh dear what can I do? Seem to spend my whole life makin' love to you, To you, To you. |
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from John Miles - Millennium (2003)
Not for me all the things you must do.
I am glad now that I can see through. They say that I'm crazy, I'm out of my mind, Searching for something I'll never find. Don't call me a loser, Call me a rebel. No one said I must run in this race. Always right, putting me in my place. I know it's not easy, believe in yourself, You won't find the answer in somebody else. Don't call me a loser, Call me a rebel. Call me a rebel. I'm not one of the crowd, The shout was so loud No one hears a word they say. I'm not one of the fools Who are making the rules And they're changing day by day. Call me a rebel. I've got nothing to hide, Just the feeling inside! Don't call me a loser, Call me a rebel. Call me a rebel. Call me a rebel. Call me a rebel. Call me a rebel. |
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