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Walking down Madison - I swear I never had a gun
No I never shot no-one - I was only having fun
Walking down Madison - swear I never had a gun
I was philosophizing some
Checking out the bums
See you give 'em your nickels, your pennies and dimes
But you can't give 'em hope in these mercenary times, oh no
And you feel real guilty about the coat on your back
And the sandwich you had, oh no
From an uptown apartment to a knife on the A train
It's not that far
From the sharks in the penthouse to the rats in the basement
It's not that far
To the bag lady frozen asleep in the park
Oh no it's not that far
Would you like to see some more?
I can show you if you'd like to
Walking down Madison - I swear I never had a gun
No I never shot no-one - wouldn't do it just for fun
Walking down Madison - trying to keep my head screwed on
I was philosophizing some
Checking out the nuns
When you get to the corner don't look at those freaks
Keep your head down low and stay quick on your feet, oh yeah
The beaming boy from Harlem with the airforce coat
The ones who died
The ones who tried
The ones that sit and gloat
From an uptown apartment to a knife on the A train
It's not that far
From the sharks in the penthouse to the rats in the basement
It's not that far
To the bag lady frozen asleep on the church steps
It's not that far
Would you like to see some more?
I can show you if you'd like to
Within every city and town there's a Madison
Frozen lives for whom nothing's happening
Hungry children is a mother's dilemma
Dumpster diving to feed her baby Emma
So you walk on by like it doesn't affect you
The held out hand that you pay no respect to
Nickels and dimes won't even buy your guilt
Another wino dead burnt to death in his quilt
It's a cardboard city, newspaper metrapolis
The system can't cope or keep on top of this
The outhorities come as you're not for display
Do they solve the problem no they move him away
They're in a vicious circle of no fixed abode
The social won't pay 'em the money they're owed
When you got no money you can't pay rent
Hypothermia kills 'cos the system is bent
From an uptown apartment to a knife an the A train
It's not that far
From the sharks in the penthouse to the rats in the basement
It's not that far
To the bag lady frozen asleep in the park
It's not that far
Would you like to see some more?
I can show you if you'd like to
From an uptown apartment to a knife an the A train
It's not that far
From the sharks in the penthouse to the rats in the basement
It's not that far
To the bag lady frozen asleep on the church steps
It's not that far
Would you like to see some more?
I can show you if you'd like to
In the subway sits a vacous man
His grip on life is a bent tin can
It's a holy shrine where he burns his light
It makes things easy and removes his plight
For an hour or two but he can't escape
They're all penned in with government tape
There are good samaritans who bring them soup
The sally army with their bibles and boots
You can see yourselves it's not too far
One short trip you don't know who they are
Till the night comes then it all comes back
Like the smell of patchoulli and the armies of rats
It's a shame to be human it's a human shame
It seems we've forgotten we're one and the same
One and the same
One and the same
No it's not too far
No it's not too far
We're one and the same
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(Kirsty MacColl/Marshall Crenshaw)
I'm nearly sober
And I can see the truth
I'm not immune to the sorrow that you put me through
All I ever wanted
Was a little more respect from you
I used to love you
But now I feel abused
I was a fool to be blind to the things you do
All I ever wanted
Was a little more respect from you
I'll never understand
The habits of a man out on the town
And where he hangs around
Now you think it over
Decide what to do
I couldn't fall for your story if I wanted to
All I ever wanted
Was a little more respect from you
I tried to make you see
That you were losing me but every day
You still went out to play
And now I'll say for the last time
You had the chance
And I won't dance for you baby like you want me to
All I ever wanted
Was a little more respect from you
All I ever wanted was a little more respect
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Children of the revolution coming out to play
Bombers ripped the night apart and blew the school away
Some live on the south aide and they overlook the water
Some live on the north side and they're looking at the border
And those children of the revolution see the soldiers come
Smiling at the widows as they take away the sons
Children of the revolution shot down with a brand new gun
They're dropping down like flies
The images of war are in their eyes
They've seen it all before and know your lies
Won't keep their bellies full
In love and war there are no rules
Children of the revolution getting off the boat
To face the ignorance and prejudice that keep this land afloat
Running through the rubble of a thousand broken hearts and in their eyes
All promises are broken in their eyes
The words that can't be spoken and your lies
Don't keep their bellies full
In love and war there are no rules
But in their eyes
Murder comes by sea and from the skies
It's shiny and it's quick to take their lives
And if it's cruel in love and war there are no rules
Children of the rvolution coming out to play
Someone sells a gun and someone blows them all away
Children of the revolution sold out by the banks
Who swap the green upon the dollars for the green upon the tanks
Children of the revolution shot down by a brand new gun
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(Kirsty MacColl/Mark E.Nevin)
I must have fallen on my feet
A hundred times or more
I heard the wind blow down the street
The knocking at the door
But there was no one there
Though I looked everywhere
So was it all a dream?
Oh Halloween
The spirits of the past
The costumes and the masks
The shipwrecks and the ghosts
From up and down the coast
They've all come back to see
If we were meant to be
We can't escape our dreams
Oh Halloween
You must have followed me back home
And hid behind my back
No one could find me on their own
I'm off the beaten track
Well I was scared before
But I'm afraid no more
And nothing's as it seems
Halloween
The spirits of the past
The costumes and the masks
To me they don't disguise
The presence in your eyes
They turn their heads to see
If we were meant to be
A nightmare or a dream
Oh Halloween
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(Kirsty MacColl/Mark E.Nevin)
When I was just a child
My folks would drive me wild
They'd spy upon my every move
Until it drove me to despair
They told me what to wear
They told me not to cut my hair
But that's all over now
I had to tell them anyhow
It's my affair
Where I go and what I do
It's my affair oh yeah
It's my affair
It's up to me and not to you
It's my affair
That's the way I want to keep it
I kissed the boy in secret
Thrilled me to the very core
I couldn't stop I wanted more and
I didn't hear the door and
They caught me on the floor
With my affair
And when we first got wed
We used to stay in bed
All day and night all night and day
We bedded half our lives away
But that's all over now
We move in higher circles
Chomping through the upper crust
I couldn't see you for the dust
And then you met that girl
Who left you with your money spent
And now it's no concern of yours
If I sleep with the President
It's my affair
And if I don't come home tonight
It's my affair alright
It's my affair
Who I see is up to me
It's my affair
That's how I want to keep it
I kiss the boys in secret
Hiding in the parking lot
Is just as far as I have got but
If the phone should ring and
There's no one there
Then it's my affair
Eso es asunto de ella
Donde va y lo que hace
Well it's all over now
You've seen the last of me
And I don't have to put up with you
Giving me the third degree
So you go on your way
And don't come sneaking round the back door
Trying to get yourself back in
Where you're not wanted anymore
It's my affair
Shoodoloowapbob
Shoodoloowap
It's my affair oh yeah
It's my affair
Who I see is up to me
It's my affair
That's how I want to keep it
I kiss the boys in secret
Making eyes at perfect strangers
I know that it could be dangerous
So if the phone should ring and
There's no one there then it's my affair
Donde va y lo que hace
Si yo vivo mi vida
Feliz y contenta
A nadie eso le importa
Donde va y lo que hace
Si mi queda afuera toda la noche
Es asunto mio
Donde va y lo que hace
Es que sufrí por ese amór
Que un día me traicionó
Donde va y lo que hace
Who I see is up to me-o
Es mi asunto a quien yo veo
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(Kirsty MacColl/Pete Glenister)
I was born and I was bred
I was reared and I was fed
Moved into the neighbourhood
Where I was bad and I was good
I fixed things for people there
I took them out I don't know where
I coloured in their lives to give them outlines
I walked before I'll walk again
I'll walk along a line of men
And walk into the lion's den
I think you know but you won't say
Just what it is makes life this way
But I'm not going to take this lying down
Reach for the stars retch for the earth
We took the earth and made it worse
And there was never any doubt
We ate it up we spat it out
And still we love to say we did it our way
On this voyage of discovery
I'm blinded by the things I see
I've seen before I'll see again
I'll look along a line of men
And fall into the lion's den
Now you can pray your head is bared
And I'm not saying I'm not scared
But I'm not going to take this lying down
I think you know but you won't say
Just what it is makes life this way
But I'm not going to take this lying down
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(Kirsty MacColl/Jem Finer)
I couldn't hear him when he called to me
I couldn't hear him at all you see
He was down the road away from me
How could I know his answer?
I couldn't hear him 'though he shouted hard
I couldn't hear him in my own backyard
The trains were rattling by above
He never mentioned love
He may have held my hand
When we were walking down the street
He talked about all kinds of things
But none of them were him and me
He looked into my eyes
Just as an airplane roared above
Said something about football
But he never mentioned love
I never heard him all the times he yelled
I never heard him if he tried to tell me
If my memory serves me well
He never mentioned love
I never hurt him 'though he says I did
I never hurt him but I die a bit
Each time he passes on the street
He never mentions love
I used to call him every night
And pray that he was home
I couldn't bear the feeling
I might have to live my life alone
But now my phone is off the hook
The word came from above
It told me I was wasting time
If he never mentioned love
I never heard him if he said he cared
I never heard him, I kept my claws bared
I never heard the things he says he said
He never mentioned he was scared
I never heard him when he asked of love
I never heard him as the skies above
Chucked buckets on the both of us
He never mentioned love
So if I seem hardhearted
I would like the court to note
He never mentioned love to me
In anything he wrote
And if I seem coldblooded
I should like to tell the judge
In all the time I knew this man
He never spoke of love
(or if he did)
I never heard him when he called to me
I never heard him at all you see
He was down the line away from me
He never mentioned L.U.V.
I never hurt him 'though he says I did
I never hurt him I just die a bit
Each time we meet upon the street
We never mention love
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(Kirsty MacColl)
Darling
While the firelight is low
I'm disappearing
Like the last day of the snow
And really, it's better this way
We both know it's over
And we'll never pass this way again
Sunshine and the desert call to me
And you know moonshine
Makes you blind so you can't see at all
But whatever you feel
It may not be real
And baby we'll never pass this way again
I'm not the only love you'll ever know
Look to your stars above and wish it so
Let me go
Darling
If I stay too long you'll tire of me
'Cos darling, that's the way we are designed to be
So, hard as it is to say
We had the night and we had our day
We'll never pass this way again
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(Kirsty MacColl/Hamish MacColl)
With me in the valley you out on the hill
I can just see you if I close my eyes
Climbing those mountains I picture you still
I see your smile just as I saw the sunrise
This land is ancient it's built out of bones
At war with each other, the mother, the father
The sisters, the brothers, the daughters and sons
Be kind to each other, your father, your mother
On the horizon the eagles are flying
And I mean no more than a cloud in the sky
I never know if I'm laughing or crying
The hardest word is the word goodbye
Teach me the old ways I'm ready to learn
Be kind to the sister, be kind to the brother
The writer, the singer, the poet, the clown
Be good to the man and be kind to them all
And we are ancient built from bones
Make time for the young and make time for the old
Be kind to each other oh that's what I know
Be kind to the mothers, daughters and sons
The true and the great and the scared and the small
Be kind to each other, be kind to them all
Forgive our indignity and we forgive yours
As I am the mother, you are the father
Entwined in each other, now and forever
The fathers of daughters, the mothers of sons
Forever and ever and ever as one
As we are the fathers, we are the sons
And we are the daughters, the mothers and brothers
Forever and ever and ever as one
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(Kirsty MacColl)
Maybe it's imaginary, I'd like to know
What's the world coming to and where will it go?
The hole in the sky where the sunshine gets in
It dries up the land as it mucks up your skin
And I don't know why, who will reveal?
Maybe it's imaginary, maybe it's real
We wash all the food and we peel off the skin
But what is the point if it's poisoned within?
Now I don't know why we say ok
Maybe it's imaginary, hope it's not too late
And when in the summer we go to the sea
The things floating by aren't what we want to see
And I'd change it all if I had one wish
I'd never go swimming with those nuclear fish
Maybe those imaginary rivers run dry
But if it's true then I'd like to know why
I don't know much but I'd like to know why
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(Kirsty MacColl/Pete Glenister)
All it took was the time it takes
To smoke a cigarette or jam on the brakes
I nearly had it in my hands and now it's gone
Am I complaining 'bout by luck again?
Well it seems to me I was the one
Stood moaning in the morning sun
And now it doesn't matter much wherever I may roam
I keep feeling, feeling my way home
Now you see me, now you don't
You say you will but I know you won't
You nearly had me in your hands but now I'm gone
But not complaining 'bout my life again
No siree, and what I've got belongs to me entirely
I look left and I look right and I cross this road alone
'Cos I'm feeling my way
I may go up, I may go down but wherever I may roam
I keep feeling my way home
Shall I explain away my life again?
Well it seems to me it's too far gone
To wonder where it all went wrong
I get up and I get down but I get there on my own
And I'm feeling my way
I look left and I look right and I cross this road alone
'Cos I'm feeling my way home
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(Kirsty MacColl/Mark E.Nevin)
Sometimes it feels like you will never win
Just when you're ready to pack it all in
You tear it down and start over again
But I'm not down for the first time
Maybe I'll always be the one and only girl for me
I never minded the rain on my face
I knew the sun lived in some other place
I had to go I just needed the space
But I'm not down for the first time
Maybe I'll always be the one and only girl for me
Sometimes your life isn't going too well
Sometimes it reads like a postcard from hell
I've made my mistakes I suppose you can tell
Some lives read like a postcard
And some lives read like a book
I'll be happy if mine
Doesn't read like a joke from an old Christmas cracker
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Don't go near the water
Don't you think it's sad
What's happened to the water
Our water's going bad
Oceans, rivers, lakes and streams
Have all been touched by man
Poison flowing out to sea
Now threatens life on land
Don't go near the water
Ain't it sad
What's happened to the water
It's going bad
Don't go near the water
Don't go near the water
Toothpaste and soap will make our oceans a bubble bath
So that's a modern ecological aftermath
Beginning with me
Beginning with you
Don't go near the water
To do it any wrong
To be cool with the water
Is the message of this song
Let's all help the water
Right away
Do what we can and ought to
Let's start today
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Baby, baby won't you
Won't you tell me
Tell me the one good thing about love
Oh I need to know now
Baby, tell me the one good thing about love
Oh I need to know now
Show me I'm the one
The one that means more to you
Than ooh, the morning sun
Show me I'm more to you
Than ooh, imagination
Show me the one good thing baby
Won't you show me
Show me baby
Show me the one good thing about love
Oh I need to know now
Baby show me the one good thing about love
Oh I need to know now
Tell me I'm the one
The one that means more to you
Than ooh, the morning sun
Tell me I'm more to you
Than ooh, imagination
I can see, I can see
Baby
One good thing
Tell me I'm the one
The one that means more to you
Than ooh, the morning sun
Show me it's more than just my imagination
Tell me the one good thing, one good thing
Oh, about love, love, love, love
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Darling, let's have another baby
Let's make one soon on our second honeymoon
Darling, I need you to be near me
To kiss and to touch, I love you very much
Darling, if you ever leave me
I'll cry a million tears
I'll go to the nearest boozer
And drink ten pints of beer
Darling, let's have another baby
Let's make one soon on our second honeymoon
Darling, I need you to be near me
To kiss and to touch, I love you very much
Darling, if you ever leave me
I'll cry a million tears
I'll go to the nearest boozer
And drink ten pints of beer
Darling, let's have another baby
Let's make one soon on our second honeymoon
Darling, when we have our baby
I'll be quite happy to wash and change its nappy
Darling, oh
Darling, oh
Darling, oh
Darling, oh
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(Kirsty MacColl/Mark E.Nevin)
When I was just a child
My folks would drive me wild
They'd spy upon my every move
Until it drove me to despair
They told me what to wear
They told me not to cut my hair
But that's all over now
I had to tell them anyhow
It's my affair
Where I go and what I do
It's my affair oh yeah
It's my affair
It's up to me and not to you
It's my affair
That's the way I want to keep it
I kissed the boy in secret
Thrilled me to the very core
I couldn't stop I wanted more and
I didn't hear the door and
They caught me on the floor
With my affair
And when we first got wed
We used to stay in bed
All day and night all night and day
We bedded half our lives away
But that's all over now
We move in higher circles
Chomping through the upper crust
I couldn't see you for the dust
And then you met that girl
Who left you with your money spent
And now it's no concern of yours
If I sleep with the President
It's my affair
And if I don't come home tonight
It's my affair alright
It's my affair
Who I see is up to me
It's my affair
That's how I want to keep it
I kiss the boys in secret
Hiding in the parking lot
Is just as far as I have got but
If the phone should ring and
There's no one there
Then it's my affair
Eso es asunto de ella
Donde va y lo que hace
Well it's all over now
You've seen the last of me
And I don't have to put up with you
Giving me the third degree
So you go on your way
And don't come sneaking round the back door
Trying to get yourself back in
Where you're not wanted anymore
It's my affair
Shoodoloowapbob
Shoodoloowap
It's my affair oh yeah
It's my affair
Who I see is up to me
It's my affair
That's how I want to keep it
I kiss the boys in secret
Making eyes at perfect strangers
I know that it could be dangerous
So if the phone should ring and
There's no one there then it's my affair
Donde va y lo que hace
Si yo vivo mi vida
Feliz y contenta
A nadie eso le importa
Donde va y lo que hace
Si mi queda afuera toda la noche
Es asunto mio
Donde va y lo que hace
Es que sufrí por ese amór
Que un día me traicionó
Donde va y lo que hace
Who I see is up to me-o
Es mi asunto a quien yo veo
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Walking down Madison - I swear I never had a gun
No I never shot no-one - I was only having fun
Walking down Madison - swear I never had a gun
I was philosophizing some
Checking out the bums
See you give 'em your nickels, your pennies and dimes
But you can't give 'em hope in these mercenary times, oh no
And you feel real guilty about the coat on your back
And the sandwich you had, oh no
From an uptown apartment to a knife on the A train
It's not that far
From the sharks in the penthouse to the rats in the basement
It's not that far
To the bag lady frozen asleep in the park
Oh no it's not that far
Would you like to see some more?
I can show you if you'd like to
Walking down Madison - I swear I never had a gun
No I never shot no-one - wouldn't do it just for fun
Walking down Madison - trying to keep my head screwed on
I was philosophizing some
Checking out the nuns
When you get to the corner don't look at those freaks
Keep your head down low and stay quick on your feet, oh yeah
The beaming boy from Harlem with the airforce coat
The ones who died
The ones who tried
The ones that sit and gloat
From an uptown apartment to a knife on the A train
It's not that far
From the sharks in the penthouse to the rats in the basement
It's not that far
To the bag lady frozen asleep on the church steps
It's not that far
Would you like to see some more?
I can show you if you'd like to
Within every city and town there's a Madison
Frozen lives for whom nothing's happening
Hungry children is a mother's dilemma
Dumpster diving to feed her baby Emma
So you walk on by like it doesn't affect you
The held out hand that you pay no respect to
Nickels and dimes won't even buy your guilt
Another wino dead burnt to death in his quilt
It's a cardboard city, newspaper metrapolis
The system can't cope or keep on top of this
The outhorities come as you're not for display
Do they solve the problem no they move him away
They're in a vicious circle of no fixed abode
The social won't pay 'em the money they're owed
When you got no money you can't pay rent
Hypothermia kills 'cos the system is bent
From an uptown apartment to a knife an the A train
It's not that far
From the sharks in the penthouse to the rats in the basement
It's not that far
To the bag lady frozen asleep in the park
It's not that far
Would you like to see some more?
I can show you if you'd like to
From an uptown apartment to a knife an the A train
It's not that far
From the sharks in the penthouse to the rats in the basement
It's not that far
To the bag lady frozen asleep on the church steps
It's not that far
Would you like to see some more?
I can show you if you'd like to
In the subway sits a vacous man
His grip on life is a bent tin can
It's a holy shrine where he burns his light
It makes things easy and removes his plight
For an hour or two but he can't escape
They're all penned in with government tape
There are good samaritans who bring them soup
The sally army with their bibles and boots
You can see yourselves it's not too far
One short trip you don't know who they are
Till the night comes then it all comes back
Like the smell of patchoulli and the armies of rats
It's a shame to be human it's a human shame
It seems we've forgotten we're one and the same
One and the same
One and the same
No it's not too far
No it's not too far
We're one and the same
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