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Adult Content
05:08
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When art can't pay the bills and no one pays the rent,
There's nothing to give back, cos there's nothing you've been lent.
Like giving money to a used car when you're skint,
You drive the same old car but with a brand new dent.
You tried to audition for one of those reality shows,
But you tried acting hard, took too many sucker blows.
No you can't dance or sing, if graffiti was your thing:
Scrape the Banksy off the wall and sell it to the local pimp.
What is the word obscene? what does the F-word mean?
What is there left to say, when adult content is OK?
What is X-rated for? What's hard about hard core?
It don't say a lot, if adult content’s all you got,
All you got!
All you got!
I've never knelt in church, won't say nothing I've not meant,
You can't rewrite the past, cos nothing's heaven sent.
Why kiss the holy grail, if you don't inhale?
Or are you better off stuck inside of Jonah's whale?
What is the word obscene? what does the F-word mean?
What is there left to say, when adult content is OK?
What is X-rated for? What's hard about hard core?
It don't say a lot, if adult content’s all you got,
All you got!
All you got!
Love me, love my dog, love me.
The dogs of war they like to bark and lift their legs on any tree,
I'll doff my cap when it gets dark, who named this ship hypocrisy?
Or is it just OK, if you've got peace to sell?
Imagine a bed-in at the Amsterdam Hilton Hotel.
What is the word obscene? what does the F-word mean?
What is there left to say, when adult content is OK?
What is X-rated for? What's hard about hard core?
It don't say a lot, if adult content’s all you got,
What is the word obscene? what does the F-word mean?
What is there left to say, when adult content is OK?
What is X-rated for? What's hard about hard core?
It don't say a lot, if adult content’s all you got,
All you got!
All you got!
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Midnight Tree
04:38
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You know when you were younger and not sure what you knew,?
We’d lay beneath the midnight tree, a tree that sheltered you.
But finding the right moment’s not something you can teach,
And somehow when you least expect, it all slips out of reach;
It all slips out of reach.
I'm going back before the sunrise,
I'm going back, it don’t frighten me,
I'm going back, to where the heart lies,
I’m gonna make my bed and lay my head,
Beneath the midnight tree.
Don’t think of me in pictures you took so long ago,
None of us stay younger, though you used to tell me so.
So if you feeling careless and you’ve got a moment too,
Think of me at the midnight tree, that’s where I think of you;
That’s where I’ll think of you.
I'm going back before the sunrise,
I'm going back, it don’t frighten me,
I'm going back, to where the heart lies,
I’m gonna make my bed and lay my head,
Beneath the midnight tree.
Trees don’t die in winter; green leaves turning red.
Live just in the moment; that’s what you said.
I feel a need to just believe; believe in something new.
But all the gods are spoken for, I’ll just believe in you.
And if I’ve learned a lesson, (but I wouldn’t swear I have),
All that’s left is dust and bones, so live life while you can;
Just live life while you can.
I'm going back before the sunrise,
I'm going back, it don’t frighten me,
I'm going back, to where the heart lies,
I’m gonna make my bed and lay my head,
Beneath the midnight tree.
I'm going back before the sunrise,
I'm going back, it don’t frighten me,
I'm going back, to where the heart lies,
I’m gonna make my bed and lay my head,
Beneath the midnight tree.
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GBH
03:22
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I don't know but I’ve been told,
The streets will soon be turning gold,
But you’re pulling up the roots of my home town.
It’s gonna be a long, long, long way down.
You knock me down, I’m left concussed,
T.V. violence dressed as lust,
It blinds my mind, it blinds my crying eyes
You're my needle I’m your arm,
It’s grievous this bodily harm,
It’s gonna be a long, long, long way down.
It’s gonna be a long, long, long way down.
You’re throwing me right off my pace,
No angels deal in saving grace,
Just cutting me right back down to size.
You're my needle I’m your arm,
It’s grievous this bodily harm,
You're my speed, I am your calm,
It’s gonna be a long, long, long way down.
It’s gonna be a long, long, long way down.
There’s time for talking to myself and
Time for listening to someone else,
But listening’s not something I’m inclined.
You're my needle I’m your arm,
It’s grievous this bodily harm,
Your charm offensive’s offensive charm.
It’s gonna be a long, long, long way down.
I don't know but I’ve been told,
The streets will soon be turning gold,
But you’re pulling up the roots of my home town.
It’s gonna be a long, long,
It’s gonna be a long, long,
It’s gonna be a long, long, long way down
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5. |
Puppetry
03:52
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I know a girl who has always believed
That the world could be saved just by hugging a tree.
Easily led and so simply deceived
At least she has dreams to cling to.
I will believe what I'm told to believe;
That the world won't be changed 'cos it's powered by greed,
And the men with the money will tell us we're free.
But it's sad that they're killing the music we sing to.
Tell me to go and then tell me to stay,
Tell me to leave and then I'll walk away,
And I'm here and I'm gone and I'll never look back
At least until tomorrow.
Decide what I do and decide what I say,
If yes turns to no at the end of a day,
it's not for a want of a loser to back
I'm just looking for someone to follow.
I know a woman who once stopped a war
By making a ring round the evil she saw,
And we all ‘know’ she's crazy, we all ‘know’ she's mad,
But at least she has hands to hold onto.
I know a man who will stick to his guns,
Telling the people that brimstone will come.
If they look to their neighbours and think of their sons,
But he will believe just whatever he wants to.
Tell me to go and then tell me to stay,
Tell me to leave and then I'll walk away,
And I'm here and I'm gone and I'll never look back
At least until tomorrow.
Pull on my strings and i'll jump in the air,
If my nose seems to stretch from by here to by there,
It's not for the want of a loser to back
But for smiles to hide the sorrow.
And so maybe I'll go an then maybe I'll stay,
Maybe I’ll leave and I won't walk away.
If I'm here or I'm gone: if I never look back ,
That always leaves tomorrow.
Cut all my strings and I'll jump in the air,
If I don't seem to worry; I don't seem to care,
It's not for the want of a winner to back,
But 'cos I don't need someone to follow.
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6. |
It Don't Matter
03:11
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It don't matter what you do, don't matter what you say,
Don't matter every time you go or stay.
Don't matter who you told, don't matter feeling cold,
Or all my things you sold or gave away.
Yes, there's times it can hurt,
Am I expected to know?
People close, digging dirt,
I just don't care; does it show?
Some folks just never learn.
It don't matter what I'm told, don't matter what you stole,
Cos when it gets too old, you'll throw it out.
Don't matter what you wear; I don't even care
enough to stand and stare out loud.
Yes, there's times it can hurt,
Am I expected to know?
People close, digging dirt,
I just don't care; does it show?
Some folks just never learn.
If you have your way, then someday,
You will see it all fall through,
Play that old song, that you hate,
CosI'm stone in love with you.
It don't matter what you do, don't matter what you say,
Don't matter every time you go or stay.
Don't matter who you told, don't matter feeling cold,
Or all my things you sold or gave away.
Yes, there's times it can hurt,
Am I expected to know?
People close, digging dirt,
I just don't care; does it show?
Some folks just never learn.
If you have your way, then someday,
You will see it all fall through,
Play that old song, that you hate,
Cos I'm stone in love (with you).
If you have your way, then someday,
You will see it all fall through,
Play that old song, that you hate,
Cos I'm stone in love with you.
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7. |
Good To See You Again
04:25
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8. |
Johnny's Café
04:22
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I was sitting outside Johnny's café, listening to An Unchained Melody,
I'd hungered for his love a while, and hoped he'd hungered for me.
He said "What are you having? Cos that seat of yours don't come for free."
I said "What I am needing you don't serve, I’ll settle for a cup of tea”.
So he turned and walked away,
pressed a number and that jukebox started to play:
“Baby, Baby, Baby, I get down on my knees for you,
If you would only love me yes love me like you used to do .
We have a love, a love, a love you don’t find every day,
So
Don’t,
Don’t,
Don’t,
Don’t,
Don’t,
Let it slip away.”
I was sitting outside Johnny’s Café listening to A Case Of You,
Joni's voice was spelling out some wisdom like it was something new:
“I’d still be on feet, be on my feet if I had drunk a case of you”,
Johnny are you listening, are you listening? Cos Joni's turning blue
Then he turned and walked this away,
Pushed a number and that jukebox started to play:
“Baby, Baby, Baby, I get down on my knees for you,
If you would only love me yes love me like you used to do .
We have a love, a love, a love you don’t find every day,
So
Don’t,
Don’t,
Don’t,
Don’t,
Don’t,
Let it slip away.”
You’ve lost that lovin’ feeling.
You’ve lost that lovin’ feeling.
You’ve lost that lovin’ feeling.
You’ve lost that lovin’ feeling.
I was sitting outside Johnny's cafe, listening to An Unchained Melody,
I'd hungered for his love a while, and hoped he'd hungered for me.
He said "What are you having? Cos that seat of yours don't come for free."
I said "What I'm needing you don't serve, I'll settle for a cup of tea”.
So don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t, let it slip away.
So don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t, let it slip away.
So don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t, let it slip away.
So don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t, let it slip away.
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9. |
Ghost Dancing
04:30
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Reach out to all the forgotten people,
Rise up and touch the shadows that dance.
Reach out to all the forgotten people,
Rise up and touch the shadows that dance.
Reach out to all the forgotten people,
Rise up and touch the shadows that dance.
Reach out to all the forgotten people,
Rise up and touch the shadows that dance.
Where to go? what to do? Taken, from you
Stop moving away.
Look up, all gone, what’s left? Who's wrong
Got something to say.
Ghost dancing away, Ghost dancing away.
Too late, bad call, backed up, against the wall,
Find some solid ground.
Bold hearts, walk free, scorched earth, bended knee,
No deafening sound.
There’s no one left to make a stand,
It’s time to raise the promised land,
Hold onto the hand that helps you sway.
Ghost dancing away, Ghost dancing away.
Ghost dancing away, Ghost dancing away.
Ghost dancing away, Ghost dancing away.
Ghost dancing away, Ghost dancing away.
Rise up, stay strong, got to, walk on,
Let dogs have their day.
New start, old doubt, time to shout out.
Got something to say.
Dancing souls are born free,
Wounded heart, bended knee
Shadows of the past dance in their graves.
There’s no one left to make a stand,
It’s time to raise the Promised Land,
Hold onto the hand that helps you sway.
Ghost dancing away, Ghost dancing away
Ghost dancing away, Ghost dancing away.
Reach out to all the forgotten people,
Rise up and touch the shadows that dance.
Reach out to all the forgotten people,
Rise up and touch the shadows that dance.
Reach out to all the forgotten people,
Rise up and touch the shadows that dance.
Reach out to all the forgotten people,
Rise up and touch the shadows that dance.
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10. |
Panhandling
03:29
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I’m lacing up my red panhandling shoes,
I pull them on when the day runs out of news.
Could have picked the blue ones but the red ones are the new ones,
And a heart of gold is all I’ve got to loose.
Lacing up my panhandling shoes.
I’m pulling down my big black fake fur hat,
It makes me look like I’m wearing Grandma’s cat.
The meter’s needing money and the fridge smells kinda funny to me;
Even the dogs not eating that.
Pulling down my panhandling hat.
It don't get no better than that,
So I’m puling down my big black hat,
And shining up my cherry red dancing shoes.
I’ve got those,
Panhandling blues.
I’m wiping down my best street hustling face,
The one I use to brighten up the place.
I’m broke and short of readies, buy some roll-ups down at eddies shop,
Then down the tube I’ll sing Amazing Grace,
Wiping down my panhandling face.
It don't get no better than that,
So I’m puling down my big black hat,
And shining up my cherry red dancing shoes.
I’ve got those Glad Handling,
I’ve got those Jazz Handling,
I’ve got those panhandling blues.
I’ve got those Glad Handling,
I’ve got those Jazz Handling,
I’ve got those panhandling blues.
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11. |
The Last Waltz
06:22
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When winter turns to spring and the colour that it brings,
When winter turns to spring you're wearing green,
Green burns like a bruise, not the colour that you'd choose,
You choose what is hidden not what is seen.
Your secret’s tossed,
Into a cardboard box,
The place where things go to get lost,
You're hiding more,
Behind the door,
The door where no one's been.
When summer turns up late it’s time to close the gate,
When summer turns up late you're wearing red.
Red is not a choice or the colour of your voice,
Words are often better left unsaid.
If luck’s a clue,
Then nothings true,
Turn the key that’s rusted through.
No secrets there,
The box is bare,
The soundtrack fades to blue.
When autumn finally comes and the colour starts to run,
When autumn finally comes you’re wearing brown.
Brown is the last day that lets you walk away,
And you walk away without a sound.
Old friends call,
You touched them all,
The final dance of the wrecking ball.
Your waltzing feet,
Don’t touch the ground,
They spin round and round and round and round and round.
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The Stompies Birmingham, UK
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