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I can see him now, standing on a street corner
Pastel shades and a candy stripe parallel
Good time love, oh that I'd been much older
Go messing with the boys from the incrowd
But all I could do was wish them farewell
What's that strange music
What's that fully rhythm
They call it Blue Beat, but you can call it young love
You can call it tamla dream
Down at your local Motown machine
I need to be loved
Down at your Twisted Wheel
And I can see that little stage
All the hands up in the air
Bombers and blues gonna see us through
Got my new lime suit mohair
With a single vent sixteen inch
Got my two-stroke wheels outside
We only need the High Numbers now
And anything on stateside
Down at your Twisted Wheel
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Standing in the half light, wondering if you can
There stands the priest of sinners, consolation in his hands
Though he prays he won't need it, he keeps it by his side
Waiting for the face up and the answer in her eyes
All while the music's playing a backdrop serenade
There's only one point of view
To be doing the things, things that lovers should do
Disco-queens in dancestep, moving face to face
All tangled up in neon don't think it's some disgrace
The blue western denim, the East Coats razor edge
The European fashion, the leathers and re-threads
All while the music's playing a backdrop serenade
There's only one point of view
To be doing the things, things that lovers should do
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Sometimes I think I go insane
So what's a boy supposed to do
Working just to pay my way
But baby when the day is through
Just wanna have a good time
Hey! I've got my shoe, shoes shined
I'm gonna dance, dance, dance
Walking down the city street
They don't like the kind of stuff I play
But feel that bass beneath your feet
Man don't take my only life away
Just wanna have a good time
Hey! I've got my shoe, shoes shined
I'm gonna dance, dance, dance
I'm scared when I wake up sometimes it gets so fast
I want it high and higher but it never lasts
And all I have starts Friday night with my first drink
Don't tell me, don't say anything, don't wanna think
Just wanna dance
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Rain, tears of joy, tears of pain
Is this really me
Standing here at the station
The card said I mustn't be late
I've never been late
I've never really had the chance
Years and years and not even wanting a second chance
'Look for a raincoat and a rose'
I hope no one sees, they'll laugh I know
He was always like that, yes it always showed
Did I do something wrong to have to pay
In many more ways than one
Rainy day, what do I say
How simple it's all become
Love is for fools and fools have no grace
Damn them while you can
Out here on the fence is such a lonely place
I wish I was foolish now
The greatest of pain is never really knowing
Maybe today I'll find out this way
The way that I'm going
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Snow hard up against my doorway
And it's falling twice as fast
Funny I was just thinking of you my friend
How long you were gonna last
Driving those blizzards cross Europe
Snow chains on you back
64 feet of mobile thunder, leaving a ten wheel track
It's good to hear from you, go easy when you can
My day is better for your letter from Amsterdam
I stand alone by the Cenotaph
Where the unknown soldier lies
And it's somewhere out there that you are
This freedom angel died
To save us from depression
Today I look around, boys our age and younger
I fear we let them down
It's good to hear from you, go easy when you can
My day is better for your letter from Amsterdam
The town square's disappearing
It drifts up to my knees
Midnight silence deafening
And my feet begin to freeze
Is it because we don't remember?
We cannot understand?
But me and the unknown soldier
Got your letter from Amsterdam
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Burlington Zephyrs
and Kenworths that pass in the night
Deltics and Steamers and F88's in full flight
Old train take me back again
To the one that I love
Deltics
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Oh getaway and don't come back
Who do you think you're fooling with lies like that?
You have dreams that set the rain on fire
Burning with a cheap desire
And it's plain as grey that what you say
Have meanings of their own
My love, she don't need diamonds
My love's more than a sweet dream
And she don't need diamonds
She shakes her hip to the tambourine
And she don't need diamonds
If you can't love me for nothing
They you can't love me at all
And it's plain as grey that what you say
Have meanings of their own
We all got to dance, take a chance?
But babe you should have stayed at home
My love, my love, she don't need diamonds
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She gave away all her love
No reason to keep it
She'd saved it for only one
But he didn't need it
And downtown the midnight circus
Hypnotised like a spinning top
Offering dreams, like the gloss magazines
She had so much to give so she gave it away
And all of the loves you've known
There must have been someone
Who gave you that starry night
And whose gonna point the finger
Only those who never known
She lost and she cried, the tears run dry
She had so much to give so she gave it away
Mary was like you and I
She remembers how she lay with him
But to the world she's just a drunken cheap trick
Red light side kick, an angel downtown
The priest calls her Wednesdays
And shows her a wooden cross
He tells of the love he's found
She thinks of the one she lost
And downtown the midnight circus
Hypnotised like a spinning top
So easy to choose when there's nothing to lose
She had so much to give so she gave it away
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She's got her independence in a hard fast way
She's got me chasing shadows with everything I try to say
Some say she's far too quick, some say she's slow to learn
But all I know is she gave me love that left afterburn
And its fire feeds me I'm hungry still
So baby listen now, I'm at your will
But I'm not a flower on your windowsill
Don't want your best friend
Don't need a Godsend
Don't want your new trends
I want you
She's got a silver sabre with a diamond shine
It's not an ego-trip just her frightened way
To keep you blind
Shadow dancing, nowhere fast
You got to meet me half way
Girl if it's gonna last
I remember that first night
I dream of it still
I want that feeling and I want that thrill
I've always loved you and I always will
Take me home
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Now he wanted to fly all those big aeroplanes
Trans-continental and back home again
But his brain, it was grounded
His head could not cope
No qualifications, no reasons for hope
They told him the right way to fasten his tie
Beat him for laughing and never said why
They left his for dead when the results came through
And still never asked what he wanted to do
No qualifications so late in the day
We've screwed you up, well, now you make your own way
Now to label your trousers and label your shoes
If you don't wear nothing then label that too
No qualifications, you are the time born
If you wanna succeed you better get some qualifications
So late in the day
We've screwed you up, well, now you make your own way
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I can't run
In your eyes there's no place left to hide
You've seen my every mystery just show itself and die
So I will fly before you
And all is all to see
Take my hand, understand, there're no more foolish dreams
So many things we just can't share
Are standing in between
So I will fly before you
And all is all to see
I will always want you near in the shallow lights of day
No-one else will share my nights is all that I can say
And I will always want you
But I will always fly like a seabird
And I will always love you
But I will always fly
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