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from Mott The Hoople - The Hoople (1974)
Now Alice needed money I put $10 on the breeze, As the wind died away she sank way below her knees, She must have been at least a fathom high. And as a hurricane passed by she clutched the money from the sky, She works the 42nd beat on 42nd street, with all her golden ambitions and dead rhinestones in her feet, and when a stranger said she sucked she just smiled believing luck, as she climed into his truck to make a buck. Oh my god, she's running round the trees, Alice you remind me of Manhattan, Said she couldn't touch them because they're so real. The seedy and the snaz, the shoeboys and the satins, Like a throne made of gilt that too many johns have sat in, Oh, I got my eyes on you. Now keep a watch on your watch and a watch on her watch, cause if you ain't too careful he's gonna kick you in the crotch, and you're out in the cold and you know that you've been rolled, and the cops don't even stop and you feel old. See Alice really liked you but you stayed a while too long, but make it quick if you could, she's gonna star in Hollywood, now she wants you to forget it and come back before too long, the producer seems to think, she's kinda good. laughing at the lights of New York City. Me and my camera eyes sitting on a fence, Alice you remind of Manhattan, the seedy and snaz, the shoeboys and the satins, like a throne made of gilt that too many johns have sat in. Oh, just come over. ROLL UP See Alice on the palace where her name adorns the boards, ain't no flash in her Cannes, she got the willpower of a horse, and it's a long way to Broadway from a 42nd lay, or is it really just a couple of blocks away. Now I wonder if she wonders if I wonder if she wonders about the times I put her down when she seemed to be right under? She told me morals are traditions, contradictions, superstitions, see Alice is always based on split decisions. Me and my stupidity sittin' on a fence and digging what I thought was New York City. Oh Alice, you remind me of Manhattan, the seedy and snaz, the shoeboys and the satins, like a throne made of gilt that too many johns have sat in, Oh, I like you your weaknesses successful and your selfishness the clue, Yeah Alice, the lights were meant for you, you gotta lose what you get and for what you get you lose, Oh, I know it. or your brain is gonna get ya, drop your heart right in it, and you're a shooting star and you'll die if you don't win it. Oh Alice, don't stop and think a minute Yeah You didn't make the book |
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from Mott The Hoople - Mott (1973)
Forgot my six-string raiser - hit the sky
Half way to Memphis 'fore I realised Well I rang the information - my axe was cold They said she rides the train to Oreoles And the sun burns hot on the cold steel rails Now its a mighty long way down the dusty trail All the way from Memphis 'N I look like a bum 'n I crawl like a snail Well I got to Oreoles y'know - it took a month Now its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll And there was my guitar, electric junk. Some spade said "Rock'n'rollers, you're all the same. Man that's your instrument." I felt so ashamed. Through the Bradford Cities and the Oreoles 'N you look like a star but you're still on the dole All the way from Memphis Yeah it's a mighty long way down rock'n'roll From the Liverpool docks to the Hollywood Bowl 'N you climb up the mountains 'n you fall down the holes All the way from Memphis As your name gets hot so your heart grows cold 'N you gotta stay young man, you can never be old Yeah its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll All the way from Memphis Yeah its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll Through the Bradford Cities and the Oreoles 'N you look like a star but you're really out on parole! All the way from Memphis |
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from Mott The Hoople - Family Anthology (2005)
Forgot my six-string raiser - hit the sky
Half way to Memphis 'fore I realised Well I rang the information - my axe was cold They said she rides the train to Oreoles And the sun burns hot on the cold steel rails Now its a mighty long way down the dusty trail All the way from Memphis 'N I look like a bum 'n I crawl like a snail Well I got to Oreoles y'know - it took a month Now its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll And there was my guitar, electric junk. Some spade said "Rock'n'rollers, you're all the same. Man that's your instrument." I felt so ashamed. Through the Bradford Cities and the Oreoles 'N you look like a star but you're still on the dole All the way from Memphis Yeah it's a mighty long way down rock'n'roll From the Liverpool docks to the Hollywood Bowl 'N you climb up the mountains 'n you fall down the holes All the way from Memphis As your name gets hot so your heart grows cold 'N you gotta stay young man, you can never be old Yeah its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll All the way from Memphis Yeah its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll Through the Bradford Cities and the Oreoles 'N you look like a star but you're really out on parole! All the way from Memphis |
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from Mott The Hoople - The Golden Age Of Rock `n` Roll: The 40th Anniversary Collection (2009)
Forgot my six-string raiser - hit the sky
Half way to Memphis 'fore I realised Well I rang the information - my axe was cold They said she rides the train to Oreoles And the sun burns hot on the cold steel rails Now its a mighty long way down the dusty trail All the way from Memphis 'N I look like a bum 'n I crawl like a snail Well I got to Oreoles y'know - it took a month Now its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll And there was my guitar, electric junk. Some spade said "Rock'n'rollers, you're all the same. Man that's your instrument." I felt so ashamed. Through the Bradford Cities and the Oreoles 'N you look like a star but you're still on the dole All the way from Memphis Yeah it's a mighty long way down rock'n'roll From the Liverpool docks to the Hollywood Bowl 'N you climb up the mountains 'n you fall down the holes All the way from Memphis As your name gets hot so your heart grows cold 'N you gotta stay young man, you can never be old Yeah its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll All the way from Memphis Yeah its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll Through the Bradford Cities and the Oreoles 'N you look like a star but you're really out on parole! All the way from Memphis |
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from Mott The Hoople - All The Young Dudes (1972)
Well, Billy rapped all night about his suicide,
how he'd kick it in the head when he was twenty-five, speed jive, don't want to stay alive when you're twenty-five. and Freddie's got spots from ripping off the stars from his face, And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks and Sparks funky little boat race. The television man is crazy saying we're juvenile deliquent wrecks, oh man, I need TV when I got T Rex oh brother you guessed All the young dudes (Hey dudes!), carry the news (Where are ya?), I'm a dude dad. boogaloo dudes (Stand up, come on!), All the young dudes (I want to hear you.), carry the news. carry the news (I want to see you.), boogaloo dudes (I want to talk to you - all of you.), carry the news. Now Lucy looks sweet cause he dresses like a queen but he can kick like a mule - it's a real mean team but we can love, oh yes - we can love. And my brother's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones, we never got it off on that revolution stuff, what a drag - too many snags. Now I've drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine, I've got to race some cat to bed, is that concrete all around, or is it in my head, yeah, All the young dudes (Hey dudes!), I'm a dude dad. carry the news (Where are ya?), All the young dudes (I want to hear ya.), boogaloo dudes (Stand up!), Carry the news carry the news (I want to see you.), boogaloo dudes (I want to relate to you.), carry the news. carry the news (Let's hear the news - come on!), All the young dudes (C'mon dudes!), boogaloo dudes (I want to kick you), carry the news. carry the news (I want you.), All the young dudes (Hey you there - you with the glasses!), carry the news (Are you all his friends?). boogaloo dudes (I want you in the front!), All the young dudes (Will you bring him down, 'cause I want him!), carry the news carry the news (There you go!). boogaloo dudes (I want him right here, bring him come on - bring him!), boogaloo dudes (How do you feel?), All the young dudes (I've wanted to do this for years!), carry the news (Sick!).carry the news (There you go!), |
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from Mott The Hoople - All The Young Dudes (1972)
Well, Billy rapped all night about his suicide, how he'd kick it in the head when he was twenty-five, speed jive, don't want to stay alive when you're twenty-five. and Freddie's got spots from ripping off the stars from his face, And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks and Sparks funky little boat race. The television man is crazy saying we're juvenile deliquent wrecks, oh man, I need TV when I got T Rex oh brother you guessed All the young dudes (Hey dudes!), carry the news (Where are ya?), I'm a dude dad. boogaloo dudes (Stand up, come on!), All the young dudes (I want to hear you.), carry the news. carry the news (I want to see you.), boogaloo dudes (I want to talk to you - all of you.), carry the news. Now Lucy looks sweet cause he dresses like a queen but he can kick like a mule - it's a real mean team but we can love, oh yes - we can love. And my brother's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones, we never got it off on that revolution stuff, what a drag - too many snags. Now I've drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine, I've got to race some cat to bed, is that concrete all around, or is it in my head, yeah, All the young dudes (Hey dudes!), I'm a dude dad. carry the news (Where are ya?), All the young dudes (I want to hear ya.), boogaloo dudes (Stand up!), Carry the news carry the news (I want to see you.), boogaloo dudes (I want to relate to you.), carry the news. carry the news (Let's hear the news - come on!), All the young dudes (C'mon dudes!), boogaloo dudes (I want to kick you), carry the news. carry the news (I want you.), All the young dudes (Hey you there - you with the glasses!), carry the news (Are you all his friends?). boogaloo dudes (I want you in the front!), All the young dudes (Will you bring him down, 'cause I want him!), carry the news carry the news (There you go!). boogaloo dudes (I want him right here, bring him come on - bring him!), boogaloo dudes (How do you feel?), All the young dudes (I've wanted to do this for years!), carry the news (Sick!).carry the news (There you go!), |
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from Mott The Hoople - All The Young Dudes (1972)
Well, Billy rapped all night about his suicide,
how he'd kick it in the head when he was twenty-five, speed jive, don't want to stay alive when you're twenty-five. and Freddie's got spots from ripping off the stars from his face, And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks and Sparks funky little boat race. The television man is crazy saying we're juvenile deliquent wrecks, oh man, I need TV when I got T Rex oh brother you guessed All the young dudes (Hey dudes!), carry the news (Where are ya?), I'm a dude dad. boogaloo dudes (Stand up, come on!), All the young dudes (I want to hear you.), carry the news. carry the news (I want to see you.), boogaloo dudes (I want to talk to you - all of you.), carry the news. Now Lucy looks sweet cause he dresses like a queen but he can kick like a mule - it's a real mean team but we can love, oh yes - we can love. And my brother's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones, we never got it off on that revolution stuff, what a drag - too many snags. Now I've drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine, I've got to race some cat to bed, is that concrete all around, or is it in my head, yeah, All the young dudes (Hey dudes!), I'm a dude dad. carry the news (Where are ya?), All the young dudes (I want to hear ya.), boogaloo dudes (Stand up!), Carry the news carry the news (I want to see you.), boogaloo dudes (I want to relate to you.), carry the news. carry the news (Let's hear the news - come on!), All the young dudes (C'mon dudes!), boogaloo dudes (I want to kick you), carry the news. carry the news (I want you.), All the young dudes (Hey you there - you with the glasses!), carry the news (Are you all his friends?). boogaloo dudes (I want you in the front!), All the young dudes (Will you bring him down, 'cause I want him!), carry the news carry the news (There you go!). boogaloo dudes (I want him right here, bring him come on - bring him!), boogaloo dudes (How do you feel?), All the young dudes (I've wanted to do this for years!), carry the news (Sick!).carry the news (There you go!), |
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from Mott The Hoople - A Tale Of Two Cities (2001)
Well, Billy rapped all night about his suicide,
how he'd kick it in the head when he was twenty-five, speed jive, don't want to stay alive when you're twenty-five. and Freddie's got spots from ripping off the stars from his face, And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks and Sparks funky little boat race. The television man is crazy saying we're juvenile deliquent wrecks, oh man, I need TV when I got T Rex oh brother you guessed All the young dudes (Hey dudes!), carry the news (Where are ya?), I'm a dude dad. boogaloo dudes (Stand up, come on!), All the young dudes (I want to hear you.), carry the news. carry the news (I want to see you.), boogaloo dudes (I want to talk to you - all of you.), carry the news. Now Lucy looks sweet cause he dresses like a queen but he can kick like a mule - it's a real mean team but we can love, oh yes - we can love. And my brother's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones, we never got it off on that revolution stuff, what a drag - too many snags. Now I've drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine, I've got to race some cat to bed, is that concrete all around, or is it in my head, yeah, All the young dudes (Hey dudes!), I'm a dude dad. carry the news (Where are ya?), All the young dudes (I want to hear ya.), boogaloo dudes (Stand up!), Carry the news carry the news (I want to see you.), boogaloo dudes (I want to relate to you.), carry the news. carry the news (Let's hear the news - come on!), All the young dudes (C'mon dudes!), boogaloo dudes (I want to kick you), carry the news. carry the news (I want you.), All the young dudes (Hey you there - you with the glasses!), carry the news (Are you all his friends?). boogaloo dudes (I want you in the front!), All the young dudes (Will you bring him down, 'cause I want him!), carry the news carry the news (There you go!). boogaloo dudes (I want him right here, bring him come on - bring him!), boogaloo dudes (How do you feel?), All the young dudes (I've wanted to do this for years!), carry the news (Sick!).carry the news (There you go!), |
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from Mott The Hoople - Family Anthology (2005)
Well, Billy rapped all night about his suicide,
how he'd kick it in the head when he was twenty-five, speed jive, don't want to stay alive when you're twenty-five. and Freddie's got spots from ripping off the stars from his face, And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks and Sparks funky little boat race. The television man is crazy saying we're juvenile deliquent wrecks, oh man, I need TV when I got T Rex oh brother you guessed All the young dudes (Hey dudes!), carry the news (Where are ya?), I'm a dude dad. boogaloo dudes (Stand up, come on!), All the young dudes (I want to hear you.), carry the news. carry the news (I want to see you.), boogaloo dudes (I want to talk to you - all of you.), carry the news. Now Lucy looks sweet cause he dresses like a queen but he can kick like a mule - it's a real mean team but we can love, oh yes - we can love. And my brother's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones, we never got it off on that revolution stuff, what a drag - too many snags. Now I've drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine, I've got to race some cat to bed, is that concrete all around, or is it in my head, yeah, All the young dudes (Hey dudes!), I'm a dude dad. carry the news (Where are ya?), All the young dudes (I want to hear ya.), boogaloo dudes (Stand up!), Carry the news carry the news (I want to see you.), boogaloo dudes (I want to relate to you.), carry the news. carry the news (Let's hear the news - come on!), All the young dudes (C'mon dudes!), boogaloo dudes (I want to kick you), carry the news. carry the news (I want you.), All the young dudes (Hey you there - you with the glasses!), carry the news (Are you all his friends?). boogaloo dudes (I want you in the front!), All the young dudes (Will you bring him down, 'cause I want him!), carry the news carry the news (There you go!). boogaloo dudes (I want him right here, bring him come on - bring him!), boogaloo dudes (How do you feel?), All the young dudes (I've wanted to do this for years!), carry the news (Sick!).carry the news (There you go!), |
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from Juno (주노) by Matt Messina [ost] (2008)
Well, Billy rapped all night about his suicide,
how he'd kick it in the head when he was twenty-five, speed jive, don't want to stay alive when you're twenty-five. and Freddie's got spots from ripping off the stars from his face, And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks and Sparks funky little boat race. The television man is crazy saying we're juvenile deliquent wrecks, oh man, I need TV when I got T Rex oh brother you guessed All the young dudes (Hey dudes!), carry the news (Where are ya?), I'm a dude dad. boogaloo dudes (Stand up, come on!), All the young dudes (I want to hear you.), carry the news. carry the news (I want to see you.), boogaloo dudes (I want to talk to you - all of you.), carry the news. Now Lucy looks sweet cause he dresses like a queen but he can kick like a mule - it's a real mean team but we can love, oh yes - we can love. And my brother's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones, we never got it off on that revolution stuff, what a drag - too many snags. Now I've drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine, I've got to race some cat to bed, is that concrete all around, or is it in my head, yeah, All the young dudes (Hey dudes!), I'm a dude dad. carry the news (Where are ya?), All the young dudes (I want to hear ya.), boogaloo dudes (Stand up!), Carry the news carry the news (I want to see you.), boogaloo dudes (I want to relate to you.), carry the news. carry the news (Let's hear the news - come on!), All the young dudes (C'mon dudes!), boogaloo dudes (I want to kick you), carry the news. carry the news (I want you.), All the young dudes (Hey you there - you with the glasses!), carry the news (Are you all his friends?). boogaloo dudes (I want you in the front!), All the young dudes (Will you bring him down, 'cause I want him!), carry the news carry the news (There you go!). boogaloo dudes (I want him right here, bring him come on - bring him!), boogaloo dudes (How do you feel?), All the young dudes (I've wanted to do this for years!), carry the news (Sick!).carry the news (There you go!), |
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from Mott The Hoople - The Golden Age Of Rock `n` Roll: The 40th Anniversary Collection (2009)
Well, Billy rapped all night about his suicide,
how he'd kick it in the head when he was twenty-five, speed jive, don't want to stay alive when you're twenty-five. and Freddie's got spots from ripping off the stars from his face, And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks and Sparks funky little boat race. The television man is crazy saying we're juvenile deliquent wrecks, oh man, I need TV when I got T Rex oh brother you guessed All the young dudes (Hey dudes!), carry the news (Where are ya?), I'm a dude dad. boogaloo dudes (Stand up, come on!), All the young dudes (I want to hear you.), carry the news. carry the news (I want to see you.), boogaloo dudes (I want to talk to you - all of you.), carry the news. Now Lucy looks sweet cause he dresses like a queen but he can kick like a mule - it's a real mean team but we can love, oh yes - we can love. And my brother's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones, we never got it off on that revolution stuff, what a drag - too many snags. Now I've drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine, I've got to race some cat to bed, is that concrete all around, or is it in my head, yeah, All the young dudes (Hey dudes!), I'm a dude dad. carry the news (Where are ya?), All the young dudes (I want to hear ya.), boogaloo dudes (Stand up!), Carry the news carry the news (I want to see you.), boogaloo dudes (I want to relate to you.), carry the news. carry the news (Let's hear the news - come on!), All the young dudes (C'mon dudes!), boogaloo dudes (I want to kick you), carry the news. carry the news (I want you.), All the young dudes (Hey you there - you with the glasses!), carry the news (Are you all his friends?). boogaloo dudes (I want you in the front!), All the young dudes (Will you bring him down, 'cause I want him!), carry the news carry the news (There you go!). boogaloo dudes (I want him right here, bring him come on - bring him!), boogaloo dudes (How do you feel?), All the young dudes (I've wanted to do this for years!), carry the news (Sick!).carry the news (There you go!), |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Wildlife (1971)
The willow in the wind is gently weeping
No city lights tonight for she is sleeping But in a little while she will awake and gently smile My angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning. Somewhere a siren sounds and she is turning She moves my arm around 'cause she is burning She has so much to give but so little time to live My angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning. As I look down the streets are slowly forming And the ladies of the night have start performing And the trash-collectors horn salutes the dawning And soon the workward bound will they wake up yawning And soft warm hands behind that give no warning Tell me, for just one hour have I been learning I have so much to say but so little time to stay With my angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning With my angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning |
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from Mott The Hoople - Backsliding Fearlessly: The Early Years (2005)
The willow in the wind is gently weeping
No city lights tonight for she is sleeping But in a little while she will awake and gently smile My angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning. Somewhere a siren sounds and she is turning She moves my arm around 'cause she is burning She has so much to give but so little time to live My angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning. As I look down the streets are slowly forming And the ladies of the night have start performing And the trash-collectors horn salutes the dawning And soon the workward bound will they wake up yawning And soft warm hands behind that give no warning Tell me, for just one hour have I been learning I have so much to say but so little time to stay With my angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning With my angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning |
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from Mott The Hoople - Backsliding Fearlessly: The Early Years (2005)
Leaving me girl and moving on down the road
You left me many burdens such a heavy load Well the crossroads all my life it has been And it sure does bring me out when I think about what went down And I'm so afraid but now I'm trying to see Well you can preached me like a lesson I just rode on through life till I took the time to concentrate on you You can bring me a lot of gold If you don't have a lot of soul But you just can't live in Texas I'm leaving here tonight for the very last time And where you're living now you'll find out and how that you never had a Yes I'm leaving you babe cause now I know that you ain't mine Well you can preached me like a lesson You can bring me a lot of gold If you don't have a lot of soul friend But you just can't live in Texas Well I'm leaving here tonight for the very last time Yes I'm leaving you girl cause now I know that you ain't mine Some day a change will come and you'll be there beside me one more time Yeah! One more time Yes you'll be there beside me And you'll be there beside me One more time One more time |
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from Mott The Hoople - Backsliding Fearlessly: The Early Years (2005)
I dreamt of being horses in shackles of gold
And the men that were young then are now terribly old The graveyard was creaking with too many bones While the bishop was praying his cassock was sold Three cheers for the innocent though he is perverse Three screams for the hangman as he cries for the hearse I weep for the rebels conventional ways For he loses his mind while the devious stay By the way If the world saluted you Well what would you do if you could be there Well would you still take me Would you take me anywhere If the world saluted you Well what would you say when things were down Would you still want me Would you want me around So come all ye faithful and slaughter your lambs Your minds have been whipped by experienced hands I wish we were children I'd welcome the change And the mind of an old man you can't rearrange Ain't it strange If the world saluted you Well what would you do if you could be there Would you still Would you still take me anywhere If the world saluted you What would you say when things were down Would you still want me Would you still want me around |
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from Mott The Hoople - The Golden Age Of Rock `n` Roll: The 40th Anniversary Collection (2009)
I changed my name in search of fame
To find the midas touch Oh I wish I'd never wanted then What I want now twice as much We crossed the mighty oceans And we had a few divides But we never crossed emotion For we felt too much inside You know all the tales we tell You know the band so well Still I feel, somehow, we let you down We went off somewhere on the way And now I see we have to pay The rock'n'roll circus is in town Buffin lost his child-like dreams And mick lost his guitar And verden grew a line or two And overend's just a rock'n'roll star Behind these shades the visions fade As I learn a thing or two Oh but if I had my time again You all know just what I'd do Rock'n'roll's a loser's game It mesmerizes and I can't explain The reasons for the sights and for the sounds We went off somewhere on the way And now I see we have to pay The rock'n'roll circus is in town So rock'n'roll's a loser's game It mesmerizes and I can't explain The reasons for the sights and for the sounds The greasepaint still sticks to my face So what the hell, I can't erase The rock'n'roll feeling from my mind From my mind, from my mind, from my mind From my mind, from my mind, from my mind From my mind |
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from Mott The Hoople - Mott (1973)
I changed my name in search of fame
To find the midas touch Oh I wish I'd never wanted then What I want now twice as much We crossed the mighty oceans And we had a few divides But we never crossed emotion For we felt too much inside You know all the tales we tell You know the band so well Still I feel, somehow, we let you down We went off somewhere on the way And now I see we have to pay The rock'n'roll circus is in town Buffin lost his child-like dreams And mick lost his guitar And verden grew a line or two And overend's just a rock'n'roll star Behind these shades the visions fade As I learn a thing or two Oh but if I had my time again You all know just what I'd do Rock'n'roll's a loser's game It mesmerizes and I can't explain The reasons for the sights and for the sounds We went off somewhere on the way And now I see we have to pay The rock'n'roll circus is in town So rock'n'roll's a loser's game It mesmerizes and I can't explain The reasons for the sights and for the sounds The greasepaint still sticks to my face So what the hell, I can't erase The rock'n'roll feeling from my mind From my mind, from my mind, from my mind From my mind, from my mind, from my mind From my mind |
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from Mott The Hoople - All The Young Dudes (1972)
Momma's little jewel, just left school.
Fresh from the nuns who made you. I don't know why, but I'm gonna try to re-incelibate you. True when I hold you near, and I Come even when I'm on the run, and I'm Wearing Black Scorpio faces, when I Come in the noonday sun. Momma's little jewel you got the rules But I'll be the one to educate you Take what's mine, take a little time But don't bite the hand that makes you Laugh in the evening when I Catch you in the (?) Wearing Black Scorpio eyes, when I Come in the morning sun What you want I can't buy Why don't you try it my way What you look for ain't in the book And I'm gonna show you someday You won't rise, you won't shine You won't bleed if you try, boys You got brains if your luck changes You'll have to play with my toys True when I hold you near, and I Come even when I'm on the run, and I'm Wearing Black Scorpio faces, when I Come in the noonday sun, and I Laugh in the evening when I Catch you in the (?) Wearing Black Scorpio faces, when I Come in the morning sun Momma's, Momma's little Jewel Momma's, Momma's little jew-ew-ew-ew-ew Momma's, Momma's little Jewel Momma's, Momma's little jew-ew-ew-ew-ew Momma's, Momma's little Jewel Momma's, Momma's little jew-ew-ew-ew-ew |
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from Mott The Hoople - Family Anthology (2005)
Baby took me out last night
Got a little cadillac bite. Shook me about - inside out Didn't get home 'till light. She's a grower, a goer - you gotta get to know her No chooser, a cruiser - you turn around she'll lose you Burned out as the light turned green Smoke-screened off her rail. He didn't see me comin' but he shoulda saw me runnin' Faster than the U.S. mail. She's a speeder, a leader You're really gotta meet her You see her, she thrills you, you look at her she'll kill you. Listen, fella, baby don't you sell her Don't you try and steal her away Hush, man logs in her dam Think you better fade away Detonator, jail-baiter - a radar radiator She'll annoy ya, destroy ya - she'll bring ya down in fire Create her, mistreat her - no use tryin' to beat her Admit it, she's greater, shame you weren't born later. |
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from Mott The Hoople - The Hoople (1974)
Baby took me out last night
Got a little cadillac bite. Shook me about - inside out Didn't get home 'till light. She's a grower, a goer - you gotta get to know her No chooser, a cruiser - you turn around she'll lose you Burned out as the light turned green Smoke-screened off her rail. He didn't see me comin' but he shoulda saw me runnin' Faster than the U.S. mail. She's a speeder, a leader You're really gotta meet her You see her, she thrills you, you look at her she'll kill you. Listen, fella, baby don't you sell her Don't you try and steal her away Hush, man logs in her dam Think you better fade away Detonator, jail-baiter - a radar radiator She'll annoy ya, destroy ya - she'll bring ya down in fire Create her, mistreat her - no use tryin' to beat her Admit it, she's greater, shame you weren't born later. |
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from Mott The Hoople - The Hoople (1974)
See my thoughts - and see my scars- see my clothes - I dress to kill
See my blood - and see my gun. The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Better run, better run, better run) Heed my faults - and heed my curse - heed my frustration - you just (You'll get done, you'll get done, you'll get done) don't know A new town nothing - send for the hearse. The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Better run, better run, better run) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Just for fun, just for fun, just for fun) We'll torture your flats, you keep us like rats - then you Tell 'em we're brats and the press twist our fist - get me out of this Pull down the wires, set you on fire - I'm getting too tired to resist, mist. Hear me swear - hear every word - I ain't just a number I wanna be heard - The TV announcer he talks to the scum (Better run, better run, better run) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Prick your thumb, prick your thumb, prick your thumb) I ain't been solved, I'm uninvolved - I've been annulled You're so pure - you know the cures - just keep us poor And I can't seem to prove it. The juvenile delinquent bit (One's your son, one's your son, one's your son) (Better run, better run, better run) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Better hide, better hide, better hide) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Take a ride, take a ride, take a ride) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (You're too late, you're too late, you're too late) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Where's your mates? Where's your mates? Where's your mates?) (You're exposed, you're exposed, you're exposed) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Now you're closed, now you're closed, now you're closed) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead AHHHHHHHHHHH |
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from Mott The Hoople - The Golden Age Of Rock `n` Roll: The 40th Anniversary Collection (2009)
See my thoughts - and see my scars- see my clothes - I dress to kill
See my blood - and see my gun. The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Better run, better run, better run) Heed my faults - and heed my curse - heed my frustration - you just (You'll get done, you'll get done, you'll get done) don't know A new town nothing - send for the hearse. The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Better run, better run, better run) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Just for fun, just for fun, just for fun) We'll torture your flats, you keep us like rats - then you Tell 'em we're brats and the press twist our fist - get me out of this Pull down the wires, set you on fire - I'm getting too tired to resist, mist. Hear me swear - hear every word - I ain't just a number I wanna be heard - The TV announcer he talks to the scum (Better run, better run, better run) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Prick your thumb, prick your thumb, prick your thumb) I ain't been solved, I'm uninvolved - I've been annulled You're so pure - you know the cures - just keep us poor And I can't seem to prove it. The juvenile delinquent bit (One's your son, one's your son, one's your son) (Better run, better run, better run) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Better hide, better hide, better hide) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Take a ride, take a ride, take a ride) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (You're too late, you're too late, you're too late) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Where's your mates? Where's your mates? Where's your mates?) (You're exposed, you're exposed, you're exposed) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Now you're closed, now you're closed, now you're closed) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead AHHHHHHHHHHH |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Brain Capers (1971)
Darkness darkness be my pillow Take my hand let me sleep In the coolness of your shadow In the silence of your deep Darkness darkness hide my yearning For the things that cannot be Keep my mind from constant turning Toward the things that cannot see (no, no) Darkness darkness long and lonesome With the day that brings my happiness I have found the edge of silence Oh i am in depths of fear Darkness darkness be my blanket Cover me with the endless night Take away take away the pain of your way Fill the emptiness with light (na na na na) Darkness darkness be my pillow Take my hand let me sleep In the coolness of your shadow In the silence of your deep Darkness darkness hide my yearning For the things that cannot be Keep my mind keep my mind from constant turning Toward the things that cannot see |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Brain Capers (1971)
How long 'fore you realise you swing How long 'fore you realise you sting From the good to the bad to the ugly change How long 'fore you start to rearrange How long how long 'fore you realise that all's strange How long will it take to turn you around How long will it take to bend you down It makes you believe in the [real] exchange How long will it take for me to rearrange How long how long 'fore you realise that all's strange Well i don't care what the people may say I don't give a - anyway I don't care what the people may say I don't care what the people may say I don't give a - anyway I don't care what the people may say How long 'fore you realise what you missed How long 'fore we we get out and may get pissed You get all the books from the corn exchange Really mad at this outrage How long how long 'fore you realise that all's strange I don't care what the people may say I don't give a - anyway I don't care what the people may say I don't care what the people may say I don't give a - anyway I don't care what the people may say How long How long How long How long Won't you tell me how long Won't you tell me how long Won't you tell me how long Won't you tell me how long How long will it take How long will it take How long will it take (yeah) How long will it take |
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from Mott The Hoople - Backsliding Fearlessly: The Early Years (2005)
How long 'fore you realise you swing How long 'fore you realise you sting From the good to the bad to the ugly change How long 'fore you start to rearrange How long how long 'fore you realise that all's strange How long will it take to turn you around How long will it take to bend you down It makes you believe in the [real] exchange How long will it take for me to rearrange How long how long 'fore you realise that all's strange Well i don't care what the people may say I don't give a - anyway I don't care what the people may say I don't care what the people may say I don't give a - anyway I don't care what the people may say How long 'fore you realise what you missed How long 'fore we we get out and may get pissed You get all the books from the corn exchange Really mad at this outrage How long how long 'fore you realise that all's strange I don't care what the people may say I don't give a - anyway I don't care what the people may say I don't care what the people may say I don't give a - anyway I don't care what the people may say How long How long How long How long Won't you tell me how long Won't you tell me how long Won't you tell me how long Won't you tell me how long How long will it take How long will it take How long will it take (yeah) How long will it take |
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from Mott The Hoople - Rock & Roll Queen (2006)
How long 'fore you realise you swing How long 'fore you realise you sting From the good to the bad to the ugly change How long 'fore you start to rearrange How long how long 'fore you realise that all's strange How long will it take to turn you around How long will it take to bend you down It makes you believe in the [real] exchange How long will it take for me to rearrange How long how long 'fore you realise that all's strange Well i don't care what the people may say I don't give a - anyway I don't care what the people may say I don't care what the people may say I don't give a - anyway I don't care what the people may say How long 'fore you realise what you missed How long 'fore we we get out and may get pissed You get all the books from the corn exchange Really mad at this outrage How long how long 'fore you realise that all's strange I don't care what the people may say I don't give a - anyway I don't care what the people may say I don't care what the people may say I don't give a - anyway I don't care what the people may say How long How long How long How long Won't you tell me how long Won't you tell me how long Won't you tell me how long Won't you tell me how long How long will it take How long will it take How long will it take (yeah) How long will it take |
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from Mott The Hoople - Mott (1973)
Eight-track machine playing 'Half Moon Bay' Drivin' in my Volks down on Hamstead Way Her mother got bust on a 88 I gotta get outta town, meet my baby on time And her brother got stuck on my number plate He put five gallons in my petrol tank Hey mister bartender won't you gimme some wine You know we just about made it but her breath sure stank yeah She's got feel on the wheel Drivin' sister rock'n'roll Drivin' sister rock'n'roll She don't make with no brakes Drivin' sister rock'n'roll She's an automobeat on the street She's much too much on the clutch She got her feet on the wheel Drivin' sister rock'n'roll Drivin' sister rock'n'roll Drivin' sister rock'n'roll She don't make with no brakes I said drive, drive, drive, drive And drive little sister drive I said drive, drive, drive, drive And drive little sister, drive on |
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from Mott The Hoople - Mott (1973)
Eight-track machine playing 'Half Moon Bay'
Drivin' in my Volks down on Hamstead Way Her mother got bust on a 88 And her brother got stuck on my number plate Hey mister bartender won't you gimme some wine I gotta get outta town, meet my baby on time He put five gallons in my petrol tank You know we just about made it but her breath sure stank yeah Drivin' sister rock'n'roll She's got feel on the wheel Drivin' sister rock'n'roll She don't make with no brakes Drivin' sister rock'n'roll She's an automobeat on the street Drivin' sister rock'n'roll She's much too much on the clutch Drivin' sister rock'n'roll She got her feet on the wheel Drivin' sister rock'n'roll She don't make with no brakes I said drive, drive, drive, drive And drive little sister drive I said drive, drive, drive, drive And drive little sister, drive on. |
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from Mott The Hoople - The Golden Age Of Rock `n` Roll: The 40th Anniversary Collection (2009)
Baby Baby tried to phone you - they said you were gone
Baby Baby please come home to me where you belong Foxy Foxy - you're all I have to hold Don't leave me alone out in the cold Baby Baby how I missed you - my love grows so strong Baby Baby wanna kiss you all night long Foxy Foxy oh you're all I'm living for You're all I see - I need nothing more When I put my arms around you - I'll surround you Make a vow to Never see you sighing -darling when you cry it makes me die Foxy Foxy oh I need you every day Not just when you want - not just when you say But I know I'll always love you Stars above shine down upon you Never leave me ever Darling will you be forever true? Foxy Foxy come out tonight Foxy Foxy it'll be alright Foxy Foxy oh let me into your heart Foxy Foxy give me one more chance Foxy Foxy give me one more dance Foxy Foxy don't let them keep us apart Foxy Foxy don't neglect me Foxy Foxy please don't reject me Foxy Foxy don't let it end 'fore it starts Foxy Foxy oh-oh-oh-oh Foxy Foxy oh-oh-oh-oh Foxy Foxy oh-oh-oh-oh |
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from Mott The Hoople - Backsliding Fearlessly: The Early Years (2005)
(All right)
Whenever I think about the life I used to live by I wonder when I'm gonna get back It seems a long time since I moved into the city Gotta get away from all that I'm going home, yeah I'm going home I can see the fire glow reflected on the wall Feel the backdrop looking down the empty hall Knew that I was born to live with it all Well, I'm roaming around in no particular direction Just wearin' the shoes off my feet Lookin' for somewhere I'm never gonna find here (?) street I'm going home, yeah I'm going home I can feel the fire glow reflected on the wall Feel the backdrop looking down the empty hall Knew that I was born to live with it all. I'm going home, yeah I'm going home I can feel the fire glow reflected on the wall Feel the backdrop looking down the empty hall Knew that I was born to live with it all. Whoa, I'm coming home girl Whoa, I'm coming home girl Whoa, I'm coming home girl Whoa, I'm coming home girl Whoa, I'm coming home girl |
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from Mott The Hoople - Family Anthology (2005)
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 Oh oh oh good for your body it's good for your soul Oh oh let's go it's the golden age of rock and roll Well you get a little buzz send for the fuzz Guitars gettin' higher and higher The dude in the paint thinks he's gonna faint Stoke more coke on the fire Oh oh oh gotta stay young you can never grow old Oh oh the golden age of rock and roll The golden age of rock and roll will never die As long as the children feel the need to laugh and cry Don't wanna wreck, just recreation Don't wanna fight but if you turn us down We're gonna turn you 'round Don't 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 Oh oh oh gotta stay young you can never grow old Oh oh the golden age of rock and roll |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Wildlife (1971)
Maybe I'm just a loser
Maybe it's because my boots ain't as clean as they could be Came to town with an even chance I'm feeling down the people I meet ain't fair to me Gave it a try but now I'm ready to cry And run back to the place where I was raised Maybe I'm just unfortunate Maybe I'm alone in thinking that I've got a lot to say Too far in to be anywhere Lost in the place where nobody seems to know the way Gave it a try but now I'm ready to cry And run back to the place where I was raised Home is where I wanna be Home is where you'll always see Friendly faces that'll never turn you down Or say goodbye Maybe I'm just a loser Maybe it's because my boots ain't as clean as they could be Came to town with an even chance I'm feeling down the people I meet ain't fair to me Gave it a try but now I'm ready to cry And run back to the place where I was raised Home is where I wanna be Home is where you'll always see Friendly faces that'll never turn you down Or say goodbye |
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from Mott The Hoople - Mott (1973)
I was a city child with a dead-end smile And a worm's-eye point of view And I had my eyes on you Oh I knew my way, I was a back-street stray You know, some kinda automobeat on the street Now I got this friend and he's a screwdriver-jiver And he has converted me to rock'n'roll I just wanna dance to Honaloochie boogie yeah Honaloochie boogie yeah Get in time, don't worry 'bout the shirt shine You sure started somethin' Wanna tell Chuck Berry my news I get my kicks outta guitar licks Now my hair gets longer as the beat gets stronger And I've sold my steel-toed shoes Now I got this friend and he's a spider west-sider You know, he's hung up on a protection rejection thing But I have made him see the light Honaloochie boogie yeah He just wanna dance to Get in time, don't worry 'bout the shirt shine Honaloochie boogie yeah You sure started somethin' Honaloochie boogie yeah Get in time, don't worry 'bout the shirt shine Honaloochie boogie yeah You sure started somethin |
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from Mott The Hoople - Mott (1973)
I was a city child with a dead-end smile
And a worm's-eye point of view And I had my eyes on you Oh I knew my way, I was a back-street stray You know, some kinda automobeat on the street Now I got this friend and he's a screwdriver-jiver And he has converted me to rock'n'roll I just wanna dance to Honaloochie boogie yeah Honaloochie boogie yeah Get in time, don't worry 'bout the shirt shine You sure started somethin' Wanna tell Chuck Berry my news I get my kicks outta guitar licks Now my hair gets longer as the beat gets stronger And I've sold my steel-toed shoes Now I got this friend and he's a spider west-sider You know, he's hung up on a protection rejection thing But I have made him see the light Honaloochie boogie yeah He just wanna dance to Get in time, don't worry 'bout the shirt shine Honaloochie boogie yeah You sure started somethin' Honaloochie boogie yeah Get in time, don't worry 'bout the shirt shine Honaloochie boogie yeah You sure started somethin |
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from Mott The Hoople - The Golden Age Of Rock `n` Roll: The 40th Anniversary Collection (2009)
I was a city child with a dead-end smile
And a worm's-eye point of view And I had my eyes on you Oh I knew my way, I was a back-street stray You know, some kinda automobeat on the street Now I got this friend and he's a screwdriver-jiver And he has converted me to rock'n'roll I just wanna dance to Honaloochie boogie yeah Honaloochie boogie yeah Get in time, don't worry 'bout the shirt shine You sure started somethin' Wanna tell Chuck Berry my news I get my kicks outta guitar licks Now my hair gets longer as the beat gets stronger And I've sold my steel-toed shoes Now I got this friend and he's a spider west-sider You know, he's hung up on a protection rejection thing But I have made him see the light Honaloochie boogie yeah He just wanna dance to Get in time, don't worry 'bout the shirt shine Honaloochie boogie yeah You sure started somethin' Honaloochie boogie yeah Get in time, don't worry 'bout the shirt shine Honaloochie boogie yeah You sure started somethin |
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from Mott The Hoople - Mott (1973)
God ain't jive
'N one by one For I can see his love As it runs alive Oh, cross over shame like the wise dove Through fields of rusted wire The war has just begun Who cares not for fame just for shy love 'N rejoice for the king ain't lost his throne, oh no |
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God ain't jive
'N one by one For I can see his love As it runs alive Oh, cross over shame like the wise dove Through fields of rusted wire The war has just begun Who cares not for fame just for shy love 'N rejoice for the king ain't lost his throne, oh no |
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from Mott The Hoople - The Golden Age Of Rock `n` Roll: The 40th Anniversary Collection (2009)
God ain't jive
'N one by one For I can see his love As it runs alive Oh, cross over shame like the wise dove Through fields of rusted wire The war has just begun Who cares not for fame just for shy love 'N rejoice for the king ain't lost his throne, oh no |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Mad Shadows (1970)
(ian hunter)
Well I know this life is real If I close my eyes I see All around mw worlds of a million ways But still I feel The truth is here in me It does not matter what you see For my face is living on borrowed time But still I feel I can feel (I'm telling you baby) I can feel I can feel So bury me alone You can take your flowers home For there ain't no peace in this world that I know But I can feel Baby baby I can feel (whoa) I can feel (I'm telling you oh) I can feel (whoa) (oh yeah) I can feel (whoa) I can feel I can feel I can feel (come on) I can feel (whoa) I can feel |
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from Mott The Hoople - Mott (1973)
I scream at you for sharing 'n I curse you just for caring 'n I tell to not to see me 'n I tell you not to feel me I hate the clothes you're wearing, they're so pretty 'n I make your life a drag, it's such a pity 'n I watch your warm glow palin' 'n I watch your sparkle fadin' Now I don't mean to upset you As you realise you're failin', cos you're so good If only I could make it easier, then I would But there's so much crime to get through Oh I wish I was your mother 'n then I would have seen you I wish I'd been your father Played houses with your sisters Would have been you as a child And wrestled with all your brothers And then who knows I might have felt a family for a while It's no use me pretendin' You give and I do the spendin' Is there a happy ending, I don't think so Cos even if we make it I'll be too far out to take it You'll have to try and shake it from my head Oooooh I wish I was your mother I wish I'd been your father 'n then I would have seen you Would have been you as a child Played houses with your sisters And wrestled with all your brothers And then who knows I might have felt a family for a while |
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from Mott The Hoople - The Golden Age Of Rock `n` Roll: The 40th Anniversary Collection (2009)
I scream at you for sharing
'n I curse you just for caring 'n I tell to not to see me 'n I tell you not to feel me I hate the clothes you're wearing, they're so pretty 'n I make your life a drag, it's such a pity 'n I watch your warm glow palin' 'n I watch your sparkle fadin' Now I don't mean to upset you As you realise you're failin', cos you're so good If only I could make it easier, then I would But there's so much crime to get through Oh I wish I was your mother 'n then I would have seen you I wish I'd been your father Played houses with your sisters Would have been you as a child And wrestled with all your brothers And then who knows I might have felt a family for a while It's no use me pretendin' You give and I do the spendin' Is there a happy ending, I don't think so Cos even if we make it I'll be too far out to take it You'll have to try and shake it from my head Oooooh I wish I was your mother I wish I'd been your father 'n then I would have seen you Would have been you as a child Played houses with your sisters And wrestled with all your brothers And then who knows I might have felt a family for a while |
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from Mott The Hoople - Mott (1973)
When I feel so down, like a worn out shoe Gotta grease my wheels, turn around and crawl to you And you turn me on, like you did before Burnin' up my days and nights, lock me up in chains But it won't be long you'll be running through the door Lovin' you is hard enough, lovin' you is strange Then you cast your spell on me, I hear rock'n'roll Keeps my motor runnin' cool, rollin' down the road You're a thunderbird cruisin' round my heart I'm a cadillac, I'm just holding back All the speed inside just to let me ride you through But don't push your luck, I don't always play my part Burnin' up my days and nights, lock me up in chains Lovin' you is hard enough, lovin' you is strange Keeps my motor runnin' cool, rollin' down the road Then you cast your spell on me, I hear rock'n'roll You know I'm not for sale, I'm just here for fun Call me up sometime, try and catch me on the run |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Wildlife (1971)
You can call on me whenever you need me
Hanging around never did any good And I want you to know the way that I feel Is good inside Oh oh oh oh oh It must be love I can see the garden of light all around me Cursin' in songs from those evergreen trees (?) And no one can say I'm a natural fool For walkin' this way Oh oh oh oh oh It must be love Love love love Love love love Love love love It must be love When you smile at me I can see all the stars at night Succulent moonlight is stroking your hair And I want you to know the way that I feel Is good inside Oh oh oh oh oh It must be love Love love love Love love love Love love love It must be love Love love love Love love love Love love love It must be love (That one's for you, Brian) |
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from Mott The Hoople - All The Young Dudes (1972)
Old man Tyler had a crash in his car down on the fortune highway
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Old man Tyler had a crash in his car down on the fortune highway
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from Mott The Hoople - All The Young Dudes (1972)
Old man Tyler had a crash in his car down on the fortune highway
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from Mott The Hoople - A Tale Of Two Cities (2001)
Old man Tyler had a crash in his car down on the fortune highway
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from Mott The Hoople - A Tale Of Two Cities (2001)
You keep a knockin' but you can't come in
You keep a knockin' but you can't come in You keep a knockin' but you can't come in Come back tomorrow night try it again You say you love me but you can't come in You say you love me but you can't come in You say you love me but you can't come in Come back tomorrow night try it again You keep a knockin' but you can't come in You keep a knockin' but you can't come in You keep a knockin' but you can't come in Come back tomorrow night try it again Ah Yeah Oh You say you love me but you can't come in You say you love me but you can't come in You say you love me but you can't come in Come back tomorrow night try it again You keep a knockin' but you can't come in You keep a knockin' but you can't come in You keep a knockin' but you can't come in Come back tomorrow night try it again Come on Ohh ah Yeah Wah hey Listen Contrary to what various people say This is the best pos-, this is the best possible form of music there ever was Just this It's all a load of bullshit You can, can play a guitar, you can ??? It's got nothing to do with it, this is what it's ??? Well I got a woman mean as she can be I got a woman just as mean as she can be right Sometime I'm thinking come over here with me I said shake baby shake I said shake baby shake Come on Now shake baby shake I'm thinking there's a whole lot of shakin' goin' on This is a number called 'What Did I Say', by Jerry Lee Lewis And we'd like you to answer him, get into it you know-a |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Wildlife (1971)
You keep a knockin' but you can't come in
You keep a knockin' but you can't come in You keep a knockin' but you can't come in Come back tomorrow night try it again You say you love me but you can't come in You say you love me but you can't come in You say you love me but you can't come in Come back tomorrow night try it again You keep a knockin' but you can't come in You keep a knockin' but you can't come in You keep a knockin' but you can't come in Come back tomorrow night try it again Ah Yeah Oh You say you love me but you can't come in You say you love me but you can't come in You say you love me but you can't come in Come back tomorrow night try it again You keep a knockin' but you can't come in You keep a knockin' but you can't come in You keep a knockin' but you can't come in Come back tomorrow night try it again Come on Ohh ah Yeah Wah hey Listen Contrary to what various people say This is the best pos-, this is the best possible form of music there ever was Just this It's all a load of bullshit You can, can play a guitar, you can ??? It's got nothing to do with it, this is what it's ??? Well I got a woman mean as she can be I got a woman just as mean as she can be right Sometime I'm thinking come over here with me I said shake baby shake I said shake baby shake Come on Now shake baby shake I'm thinking there's a whole lot of shakin' goin' on This is a number called 'What Did I Say', by Jerry Lee Lewis And we'd like you to answer him, get into it you know-a |
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from Mott The Hoople - Rock & Roll Queen (2006)
You keep a knockin' but you can't come in
You keep a knockin' but you can't come in You keep a knockin' but you can't come in Come back tomorrow night try it again You say you love me but you can't come in You say you love me but you can't come in You say you love me but you can't come in Come back tomorrow night try it again You keep a knockin' but you can't come in You keep a knockin' but you can't come in You keep a knockin' but you can't come in Come back tomorrow night try it again Ah Yeah Oh You say you love me but you can't come in You say you love me but you can't come in You say you love me but you can't come in Come back tomorrow night try it again You keep a knockin' but you can't come in You keep a knockin' but you can't come in You keep a knockin' but you can't come in Come back tomorrow night try it again Come on Ohh ah Yeah Wah hey Listen Contrary to what various people say This is the best pos-, this is the best possible form of music there ever was Just this It's all a load of bullshit You can, can play a guitar, you can ??? It's got nothing to do with it, this is what it's ??? Well I got a woman mean as she can be I got a woman just as mean as she can be right Sometime I'm thinking come over here with me I said shake baby shake I said shake baby shake Come on Now shake baby shake I'm thinking there's a whole lot of shakin' goin' on This is a number called 'What Did I Say', by Jerry Lee Lewis And we'd like you to answer him, get into it you know-a |
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from Mott The Hoople - A Tale Of Two Cities (2001)
Well how can I be like any guy
Why do they have to make me run What do they care about the clothes that I wear What do they get from making fun Well we got a lot of space And if you don't like my face It ain't me who's going anywhere Cause I don't care Let them laugh at me If that's so fair Well then I don't have to care To be free until they laugh at me And I'll cry for you And I'll pray for you And I'll do everything that the man upstairs said to do I'll do it all for you babe Yes well I'll do it all for you It's got to be sometime It's got to be somewhere I'm going to make that achievement Then maybe the next time That you don't wear a silk tie And I can walk by and say hi Say hi instead of why Instead of why babe Instead of why Instead of why babe Yeah! Instead of why babe Instead of why babe Instead of why babe Instead of why babe Why do you laugh at me Why do you laugh at me Why do you laugh at me Why do you laugh at me Yeah! Mott the Hoople (fade) |
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from Mott The Hoople - Backsliding Fearlessly: The Early Years (2005)
Well how can I be like any guy
Why do they have to make me run What do they care about the clothes that I wear What do they get from making fun Well we got a lot of space And if you don't like my face It ain't me who's going anywhere Cause I don't care Let them laugh at me If that's so fair Well then I don't have to care To be free until they laugh at me And I'll cry for you And I'll pray for you And I'll do everything that the man upstairs said to do I'll do it all for you babe Yes well I'll do it all for you It's got to be sometime It's got to be somewhere I'm going to make that achievement Then maybe the next time That you don't wear a silk tie And I can walk by and say hi Say hi instead of why Instead of why babe Instead of why Instead of why babe Yeah! Instead of why babe Instead of why babe Instead of why babe Instead of why babe Why do you laugh at me Why do you laugh at me Why do you laugh at me Why do you laugh at me Yeah! Mott the Hoople (fade) |
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from Mott The Hoople - Family Anthology (2005)
Well how can I be like any guy
Why do they have to make me run What do they care about the clothes that I wear What do they get from making fun Well we got a lot of space And if you don't like my face It ain't me who's going anywhere Cause I don't care Let them laugh at me If that's so fair Well then I don't have to care To be free until they laugh at me And I'll cry for you And I'll pray for you And I'll do everything that the man upstairs said to do I'll do it all for you babe Yes well I'll do it all for you It's got to be sometime It's got to be somewhere I'm going to make that achievement Then maybe the next time That you don't wear a silk tie And I can walk by and say hi Say hi instead of why Instead of why babe Instead of why Instead of why babe Yeah! Instead of why babe Instead of why babe Instead of why babe Instead of why babe Why do you laugh at me Why do you laugh at me Why do you laugh at me Why do you laugh at me Yeah! Mott the Hoople (fade) |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Wildlife (1971)
We were so close there was no room
We bled inside each other's wounds We all caught the same disease We all sang our songs of peace Lay down, lay down, let it all down Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown Lay down, lay down, let it all down Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown Oh raise the candles high 'cos if you don't we can't stand black against the light Oh raise them high again 'cos if you do we can stand dry against the rain Lay down, lay down, let it all down Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown Lay down, lay down, let it all down Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown We were so close there was no room We bled inside each other's wounds We all caught the same disease We all sang our songs of peace Some came to sing some came to pray Some came to keep the night away Oh raise the candles high 'cos if you don't we can't stand black against the light Oh raise them high again 'cos if you do we can stand dry against the rain Lay down, lay down, let it all down Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown Lay down, lay down, let it all down Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown Lay down, lay down, let it all down Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown Lay down, lay down, let it all down Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown |
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from Mott The Hoople - Backsliding Fearlessly: The Early Years (2005)
We were so close there was no room
We bled inside each other's wounds We all caught the same disease We all sang our songs of peace Lay down, lay down, let it all down Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown Lay down, lay down, let it all down Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown Oh raise the candles high 'cos if you don't we can't stand black against the light Oh raise them high again 'cos if you do we can stand dry against the rain Lay down, lay down, let it all down Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown Lay down, lay down, let it all down Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown We were so close there was no room We bled inside each other's wounds We all caught the same disease We all sang our songs of peace Some came to sing some came to pray Some came to keep the night away Oh raise the candles high 'cos if you don't we can't stand black against the light Oh raise them high again 'cos if you do we can stand dry against the rain Lay down, lay down, let it all down Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown Lay down, lay down, let it all down Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown Lay down, lay down, let it all down Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown Lay down, lay down, let it all down Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown |
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from Mott The Hoople - Backsliding Fearlessly: The Early Years (2005)
The light in the bar came on
The place was in a mess An hour before there'd been an awful scene Early on that day while matt was on the phone His long time friend took a fancy to his little christine Matt was in a state when I saw him later on Tried to cool him down but he was havin' none "I'm gonna fix him good", said matt in a chokey way Together we know the sound of a ready gun Well it must have been around eight When we both saw sam's hunched back Holdin' up a boarded bar room wall Matt soon altered that as he kicked sam to the floor Pretty soon the place was one big brawl Someone doused the lights Still the pumps blew Suddenly a voice caught in the night "whoever comes off best can only lose my hand Leavin' now you are welcome to your fight, you can have it". Well matt he cocked his gun Fired towards that voice "i'd rather know you're dead" was his reply Christine breathed her last The bar was like a tomb Not a sound, except to hear sam call The light in the bar was on The place is in a mess An hour before there'd been an awful scene Early on that day while matt was on the phone His long time friend took a fancy to his little christine. |
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from Mott The Hoople - A Tale Of Two Cities (2001)
Long Red, drifting through my mind
Dream here, dreamin' there Two pieces all the time Bright Red, yeah Wisdom's in my dreams Bits and pieces in my arms Ain't always what it seems Long Red, am I gonna find a way Bright Red, when you gonna name the day (all right) Long Red, yeah You have changed me too Stranger now it seems somehow My bread has turned to glue Bright Red, yeah Tears and shades of grey I found you I vouch Forever for today Long Red, am I gonna find a way Bright Red, when you gonna name the day Long Red, yeah Tears and shades of grey I found you I vouch Forever for today |
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from Mott The Hoople - The Hoople (1974)
No puppet, no liar, won't bend my lips to wire - No Don't pressurize me so Oh take some good advice from me Don't gamble, with my life, or you won't live to do it twice And let the wires rock All dressed in black so nobody sees you Smile in the wings, tell me I please you Call me a king and watch for the wordworm to choke me And you're like a giraffe, the performance is poor Watch the audience laugh as my head hits the floor STOP! When I'm broken in half you still reach for the floor I've had enough of this The pantomime's reversed I need -you feed I greed - you bleed Marionette - I ain't one yet Marionette - I ain't one yet Teacher's pet - Well you'd better forget it Teacher's pet - Go check your stocks and shares You lied - I led And when the coffin comes make sure there's room for two I died -You're dead Marionette - I ain't one yet Marionette - I ain't one yet Teacher's pet - You'd better forget it Teacher's pet - go check your product A traitor, deceiver, a groovy disbeliever I thought Creator, conceiver, romantic love receiver - caught A puppet was a thing cheap-taught - No way "Who are you" "The nerve" "I wanna get out, I wanna get out, I wanna get out, I wanna get out, I wanna get out, AHHHHH! Oh he wanna play chords to the chick on the street He wanna play words to a world that don't speak He wanna play people who play hide 'n' seek when they don't talk He wanna play a riff to the man with the wires He wanna play lead but his hand's getting tired He just wanna play but don't know how to say - STOP OK, the show's been fun But my wood's begun to warp They won -I'm done New one - begun Marionette - I did my best Teacher's pet - It just couldn't last Marionette - Get me out of this mess Marionette - Now I need a rest Teacher's pet - Where's my sanity gone - Mother? Teacher's little pet - It happened so fast Marionette - I did my best Teacher's little pet - I'm just like all the others They gambled, with my life and now I've lost my will to fight Oh God these wires are so tight.... I'm just a marionette |
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from Mott The Hoople - The Golden Age Of Rock `n` Roll: The 40th Anniversary Collection (2009)
No puppet, no liar, won't bend my lips to wire - No
Don't pressurize me so Oh take some good advice from me Don't gamble, with my life, or you won't live to do it twice And let the wires rock All dressed in black so nobody sees you Smile in the wings, tell me I please you Call me a king and watch for the wordworm to choke me And you're like a giraffe, the performance is poor Watch the audience laugh as my head hits the floor STOP! When I'm broken in half you still reach for the floor I've had enough of this The pantomime's reversed I need -you feed I greed - you bleed Marionette - I ain't one yet Marionette - I ain't one yet Teacher's pet - Well you'd better forget it Teacher's pet - Go check your stocks and shares You lied - I led And when the coffin comes make sure there's room for two I died -You're dead Marionette - I ain't one yet Marionette - I ain't one yet Teacher's pet - You'd better forget it Teacher's pet - go check your product A traitor, deceiver, a groovy disbeliever I thought Creator, conceiver, romantic love receiver - caught A puppet was a thing cheap-taught - No way "Who are you" "The nerve" "I wanna get out, I wanna get out, I wanna get out, I wanna get out, I wanna get out, AHHHHH! Oh he wanna play chords to the chick on the street He wanna play words to a world that don't speak He wanna play people who play hide 'n' seek when they don't talk He wanna play a riff to the man with the wires He wanna play lead but his hand's getting tired He just wanna play but don't know how to say - STOP OK, the show's been fun But my wood's begun to warp They won -I'm done New one - begun Marionette - I did my best Teacher's pet - It just couldn't last Marionette - Get me out of this mess Marionette - Now I need a rest Teacher's pet - Where's my sanity gone - Mother? Teacher's little pet - It happened so fast Marionette - I did my best Teacher's little pet - I'm just like all the others They gambled, with my life and now I've lost my will to fight Oh God these wires are so tight.... I'm just a marionette |
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from Mott The Hoople - Rock & Roll Queen (2006)
Well I went down to the bunny station
Cause I wanted love for a week or two I wanted you on a week vacation Cause its costing me but its killing you NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naa Alright Well I got a friend in the fire department He was telling me I'm on the road to Rome He said you'd better find out where you're going Cause your wife can't fight out all the fires alone NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naa Hit me Well we passed the time in there but we got thrown out It was falling down and it was overgrown He said I can see you now ask the captain He says boy you're really on the road to Rome NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naa ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By GAYE, MARVIN P <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from Mott The Hoople - The Golden Age Of Rock `n` Roll: The 40th Anniversary Collection (2009)
Well I went down to the bunny station
Cause I wanted love for a week or two I wanted you on a week vacation Cause its costing me but its killing you NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naa Alright Well I got a friend in the fire department He was telling me I'm on the road to Rome He said you'd better find out where you're going Cause your wife can't fight out all the fires alone NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naa Hit me Well we passed the time in there but we got thrown out It was falling down and it was overgrown He said I can see you now ask the captain He says boy you're really on the road to Rome NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naa ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By GAYE, MARVIN P <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from Mott The Hoople - All The Young Dudes (1972)
Momma's little jewel just out of school fresh from the nuns that made you Don't know why but I'm going to try to re-in-celibate you Momma's little jewel you got the rules but I'll be the one to educate you Take what's mine take a little time and don't bite the hand that makes you True when I hold you near well I'm Caught even when I'm on the road well I'm Wearing my scorpio faces when I Come in the midnight sun What you want I can't buy so why don't you try it my way What you look for ain't in the book but I'm going to show you someday Laugh in the evening when I Catch you with my [w...?] when I Wearing my scorpio faces when I Come in the midnight sun You won't rise you won't shine you won't even try boys You've got brains if you love changes you'll have to play with my toys Momma's little jewel such a little fool thinks she can learn all the answers She don't want to feel she just want to steal don't want to take any chances True when I hold you near well I'm Caught even when I'm on the road when I'm Wearing my scorpio faces when I Come in the midnight sun when I Laugh in the evening when I Catch you with my watering gun when I Wearing my scorpio faces when I Come in the midnight sun when I Come in the midnight sun when I Come in the midnight sun when I Come in the midnight sun when I Come in the midnight sun when I |
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Momma's little jewel just out of school fresh from the nuns that made you Don't know why but I'm going to try to re-in-celibate you Momma's little jewel you got the rules but I'll be the one to educate you Take what's mine take a little time and don't bite the hand that makes you True when I hold you near well I'm Caught even when I'm on the road well I'm Wearing my scorpio faces when I Come in the midnight sun What you want I can't buy so why don't you try it my way What you look for ain't in the book but I'm going to show you someday Laugh in the evening when I Catch you with my [w...?] when I Wearing my scorpio faces when I Come in the midnight sun You won't rise you won't shine you won't even try boys You've got brains if you love changes you'll have to play with my toys Momma's little jewel such a little fool thinks she can learn all the answers She don't want to feel she just want to steal don't want to take any chances True when I hold you near well I'm Caught even when I'm on the road when I'm Wearing my scorpio faces when I Come in the midnight sun when I Laugh in the evening when I Catch you with my watering gun when I Wearing my scorpio faces when I Come in the midnight sun when I Come in the midnight sun when I Come in the midnight sun when I Come in the midnight sun when I Come in the midnight sun when I |
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from Mott The Hoople - All The Young Dudes (1972)
Momma's little jewel just out of school fresh from the nuns that made you Don't know why but I'm going to try to re-in-celibate you Momma's little jewel you got the rules but I'll be the one to educate you Take what's mine take a little time and don't bite the hand that makes you True when I hold you near well I'm Caught even when I'm on the road well I'm Wearing my scorpio faces when I Come in the midnight sun What you want I can't buy so why don't you try it my way What you look for ain't in the book but I'm going to show you someday Laugh in the evening when I Catch you with my [w...?] when I Wearing my scorpio faces when I Come in the midnight sun You won't rise you won't shine you won't even try boys You've got brains if you love changes you'll have to play with my toys Momma's little jewel such a little fool thinks she can learn all the answers She don't want to feel she just want to steal don't want to take any chances True when I hold you near well I'm Caught even when I'm on the road when I'm Wearing my scorpio faces when I Come in the midnight sun when I Laugh in the evening when I Catch you with my watering gun when I Wearing my scorpio faces when I Come in the midnight sun when I Come in the midnight sun when I Come in the midnight sun when I Come in the midnight sun when I Come in the midnight sun when I |
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from Mott The Hoople - Mott (1973)
Take good care of what you say
If you don't they'll think you're insane And hold you down like a dog Every day will be a nightmare When I see your pale pale face Looking as though it is lost Now I know there ain't no-one To lead you through your nightmare Feels are waiting to come But you don't know what you want anymore For your (pillow?) now lies high And the days they are starting to fly When I see your pale pale face Looking as though it is lost Now I know there ain't no-one To lead you through your nightmare When I see your pale pale face Looking as though it is lost Now I know you need someone To see you through your nightmare (The backing's like a fart! I can't hear any backing, it's phww) |
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from Mott The Hoople, Mott The Hoople - Mad Shadows (1970)
No wheels to ride
No wheels to travel No tracks to take on down The road I walk is getting heavy But I must still go on And in the night I hear the calling As the train goes by Then all I hear is my footsteps falling Upon the tears I cry (yeah) If I could find a better way to get to you You know that I would No money lines my pockets now But by the spring you know that it should Well I just cant wait to catch that greyhound bus That will take me back right to your side (oh oh) Can't get enough Can't get enough I can't get enough of your love (baby) (whoa) (hey) So I'll go on making time 'Til I can see a way Maybe tomorrow I'll find a future Baby all I can say If I can find a better way to get to you You know that I will Nobody rides my pockets now But by the spring you know yes you know that they will And someday soon I'll see you there waiting at the station just for me (oh) I just can't wait I just can't wait I just can't wait For you to get back (home) (oh please) |
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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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from Mott The Hoople - A Tale Of Two Cities (2001)
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 - A Tale Of Two Cities (2001)
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 - The Golden Age Of Rock `n` Roll: The 40th Anniversary Collection (2009)
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, 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)
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 Mott The Hoople - Backsliding Fearlessly: The Early Years (2005)
His feet lay heavy on the road that led to Birmingham
Unseeing eyes, defeated cries, the mysteries of men. Many hears, the helpless tears that leave the troubled brow A man once tall, he fought them, but he is older now. For in your youth, you think the truth will always win the game Some men are Kings, some men are rooks, some men are pawns to blame But if your skin is coloured black, well the dice are hidden in The minds of fools who twist the rules, so you can never win Birmingham, Birmingham, underneath your face There's nothing but a space - you're hollow. Unlighted sky, begins to cry, the shabby coat is weak And homes with windows dressed in warmth, and mouths that never speak His mind is dead, the visions spread the past before his feet And thankfully he wears that dream that shields him from the street Goodnight my friend, this is the end, you'll never cry again You'll never have to smile away the bastards and the maimed Is it too late, or can you wait to take another's hand And walk together down that road that leads to Birmingham Birmingham, Birmingham, underneath your face There's nothing but a space - inside you. Birmingham, Birmingham, underneath your face There's |
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from Mott The Hoople - Backsliding Fearlessly: The Early Years (2005)
Listen woman you needn't look so stupid when I call your name out loud
Cause everybody thinks you're a sweet smelling girl with intelligence and you know how I wouldn't want anyone else to know About the way you really are You're just a rock and roll queen You know what I mean And I'm just a rock and roll star Listen woman you needn't go to bed with everybody that you meet Cause everybody thinks you're a sweet little girl with intelligence in your feet I wouldn't want anyone else to know About the way you really are You're just a rock and roll queen You know what I mean And I'm just a rock and roll star Alright! You're just a rock and roll queen You know what I mean And I'm just a rock and roll star (fade |
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