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05/18/2009 |
1. | Overture |
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15. | The Liberty of Norton Folgate |
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(Smyth)
Na na na na naaaa na na
Na na na na naaaa na na
From Regent's Park mosque on to Baker Street
Down to the Cross where all the pipesmoke neat
To Somerstown where somethings never stop
The Roundhouse, The Marathon Bar and Camden Lock
You can make it your own hell or heaven
Live as you please
Can we make it, if we all live together
As one big family
Down to Chinatown for duck and rice
Along Old Compton St, the boys are nice
On Carnaby you still can get the threads
If you wanna be a mod, a punk, a ted or a suedehead
You can make it your own hell or heaven
Live as you please
Can we make it, if we all live together
As one big family
Na na na na naaaa na na
We are London
Na na na na naaaa na na
London's talking
Na na na na naaaa na na
We are London
Na na na na naaaa na na
London walking
In all the nightclubs, strip joints and the bars
From it's poorest paid to it's highest stars
The poets, plumbers, painters, spreads and sparks
From it's inner-city to it's furthest parts
You can make it your own hell or heaven
Live as you please
Can we make it, if we all live together
As one big family
Na na na na naaaa na na
We are London
Na na na na naaaa na na
London talking
Na na na na naaaa na na
We are London
Na na na na naaaa na na
London walking
Na na na na naaaa na na
Na na na na naaaa na na
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(Barson)
I thought I'd seen you round before
Then you came knocking on my door
You were only 16 years
And yet you took away all of my fears
I held your hand and then I knew
I was the one and only one for you
We were married at 21
Expecting any day our first born son
Yeah yeah yeah
And that sugar and spice
Everything was so nice
Now it's all come undone
Has it's course just been run
We bought a flat in Golders Green
A second hand fridge and a washing machine
You found a job in Marks and Spencers
Filling shelves sure it was pretty senseless
But every day at a half past five
I'd be waiting at the station for you to arrive
I'd take your hand and walk you home
And if it rained we'd shelter in the Hippodrome
Yeah yeah yeah
And that sugar and spice
Everything was so nice
Now it's just not the same
It's bitterness and pain
Oh it's over my head
And far too much has been said
Tell me what has become
You were my number one
Oooooh
That sugar and spice
Everything nice
Or just castles of sand
And very thin ice
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(McPherson)
Oh, there was a time when I was younger
When all the nights and days were long
And everyday just getting stronger
Like a sunflower in the sun
In the sun
Well Mr Moon is counting backwards
Make the waters ebb and flow
And all the things we could and should have done
But them old regrets well they'll come and go
Just come and go
So, stay forever young
Dont you do what I have done
Oh, stay forever young
Before paradise lost and innocence gone
See the freshness of your young face
Like a candle in the gloom
In the brightness in your smiling eyes
They're lighting up the room
The whole room
So stay forever young
Dont you do what I have done
Oh, stay forever young
Before paradise lost
And innocence gone
Oh stay forever young
Dont you do what I have done
Oh, stay forever young
Before paradise lost
And innocence gone
Before paradise lost
And innocence gone
So stay forever young
Don't you do what I have done
Oh stay forever young
Before paradise lost
And innocence gone
Oh stay forever young
Don't you do what I have done
Oh stay forever young
Before paradise lost
And innocence gone
Before paradise lost
And innocence gone
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Spy the little whizzkid yeah, she's streets ahead
On top of the daybreak and,
The last one to bed
Keeps her gizmo, under her pillow
Little dust devil whipping up a storm
Paving the way for dropouts she's,
Equanimous to the norm
Come early evening, well, she's banging off the ceiling
I said 'Come down!' I am missing you
If these little fingers could paint you into my picture
I said 'Come down!' I am missing you
If these little fingers could draw you into my picture
Holds the toilet seat around her neck
Writes the landlord out another open cheque
Come the daybreak well, she's a self-maid
I said 'Come down!' I am missing you
If these little fingers could paint you into my picture
And I said 'Come down!' I am missing you
If these little fingers could draw you into my picture
They surely would...
I said 'Come down!' I am missing you
If these little fingers could paint you into my picture
And I said 'Come down!' I am missing you
If these little fingers could draw you into my picture
I said 'Come down!' I am missing you
If these little fingers could paint you into my picture
And I said 'Come down!' I am missing you
If these little fingers could draw you into my picture
They surely would...
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(Thompson/Woodgate)
Petulant elbows, tiny kicking feet
I've been waiting for this moment
I'm on a roll
I've spent infinity, counting silent sheep
I don't need no more sleep, no
I'm all ready to go
I think today is gonna be my birthday
So I'm taking in the air
As if it were my last
I've got nothing to lose
I've got nothing to gain
So just like where I'm coming from
There's only one place to go
There's only one place to aim
I'm sliding down rainbows
Out into the wild
Uncultivated child
I'm taking in the sideshow
Where angels heaven sent
Prepare us for the main event
Now I'm gatecrashing into your scene
Like it or lump it I'm with the team
No invitation, pupil dilation
A little bit pissed but hey
It's only a dream
I ain't got nothing to lose
I ain't got nothing to gain
So just like where I'm coming from
There's only one place to go
There's only one place to aim
I'm sliding down rainbows
Out into the wild
Uncultivated child
I'm taking in the sideshow
Where angels heaven sent
Prepare us for the main event
I'm sliding down rainbows
Out into the wild
Uncultivated child
I'm taking in the sideshow
Where angels heaven sent
Prepare us for the main event
I feel today it could be my birthday
So I'm taking in the air
As if it was my last
I ain't got nothing to lose
I ain't got nothing to gain
So just like where I'm coming from
There's only one place to go
There's only one place to aim
Oh!
I'm sliding down rainbows
Out into the wild
Uncultivated child
I'm taking in the sideshow
Where angels heaven sent
Prepare us for the main event
I'm sliding down rainbows
Out into the wild
Uncultivated child
I'm taking in the sideshow
Where angels heaven sent
Prepare us for the main event
I'm sliding down rainbows
Out into the wild
Uncultivated child
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(McPherson/Foreman)
Ready for love
We were so close
It was scary
We were that close
I couldn't tell you
Ready for love
We were that close
To getting it right
Crashing and burning
Remember them summer days
When we took whatever came our way
And get away
Hey but not too far
And take a spin round in your rusty old car
'Cos no one else could know
What we've done and seen
No one else could see
It's all a hazy dream
Remember them summer days
When we took whatever came our way
And get away
Yeah but not too far
We take a spin round in your broken down car
Slipping and sliding
Skidding on the surface
Skidding on the surface
With the brakes jammed down
Slow motion, sliding head-on
And then we were that close
Remember them summer days
When we took whatever came our way
And get away
Hey but not too far
And take a spin round in your rusty old car
We were so close
It was scary
We were that close
I couldn't tell you
Ready for love
Ready for love
Remember them summer days
When we took whatever came our way
And get away
Yeah but not too far
And take a spin round in your broken down car
Ready for love
Remember them summer days
When we took whatever came our way
And get away
Yeah but not too far
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(McPherson/Smyth)
There's a MKII parked on the cobbles
Of a Chelsea Mews, and out of the shadows
Steps a figure, silver mohair bright
Into the moonshine out in to the night
And in the darkness, one stray moonbeam
Creeps through the curtains on the unmade bed
She stares at the ceiling, just an empty feeling
He starts the Jaguar and drives away
And no one breathes a word
Cos even breathing can be heard
Right through the silver screen
They've made enquiries, they'll make it easy
But she won't answer cos she's not really there
He throws his gloves out the open window
He lights a cigarette and drives away
He starts the Jaguar and drives away…..
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(Woodgate/Barson)
Oh it's early in the morning
It's raining and the streetlights
Streaming through my windows
Casting shadows on the ceiling
The room is oh so empty
Stand against the wall
The clock is ticking loudly
It's deafening in this quiet room
(A car is quietly passing)
(The door is softly closing)
Oh how long have I been waiting?
(Footsteps hesitating)
(Some keys are held from ringing)
What am I to say, inside I don't want to stay
Oh ‘cos I've been on the town, sick and tired of your frown
I can hear you in the hallway
It's not unusual
You're there everyday
Only now the hour's so late
Every minute I've had to wait
Has been an eternity
But now you're back again with me
The clock says five fifteen
Oh won't you tell me where you've been
Won't you tell me where you've been
What am I to say, inside I don't want to stay
Oh ‘cos I've been on the town, sick and tired of your frown
And if I met another guy
Who could not say I would not lie
I saw you in the morning
It was just like every other day
You kissed me on the cheek
I said “Here comes another week”
You glanced out of the window
And I asked you where your thoughts go
“I'm just tired I guess” you said
And turned away your head
You just turned away your head
What am I to say
(You just turned away your head)
Inside I don't want to stay
Oh ‘cos I've been on the town, sick and tired of your frown
(I'm so tired of waiting)
What am I to say
(You just turned away your head)
I could not stand another day
Oh I wish that you could see
That it is all over for me
And if I met another guy
Who could not say I would not lie
Cos I've been on the town
I've been on the town
Cos I've been on the town
I've been on the town
I've been on the town
I've been on the town
I've been on the town
I've been on the town
I've been on the town
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(Thompson/Barson)
(This train is destined for all stations to High Barnet. Thank you.)
(Mind the gap)
(Like a moth to the flame)
Oh drawn by a multitude
Of different factors
What make this town my home
And God save the pisshead
And thespian actor
Relieved of everything they own
But look at me now
I'm curled up like a fat cat
Kicked into hell and back
So I throw in the towel
To a bouquet of laughter
I'm rolling along the ground
Oh this town
Cartwheels, tripping
Out of control again
Oh this town
Balancing, falling
Off into no-man's land
And Old Mother Redcap
She pours out her heart
But of all the tales she tells
The Kentiston Cobbler
Winks over my shoulder and bids
Me a fond farewell
But be forewarned!
In Camden Town!
Over and over and out!
Oh this town
Cartwheels, tripping
Out of control again
Oh this town
I'm balancing, I'm falling
Off into no-man's land
Oh this clown
Who expects, yeah, nothing from a-nothing so
Just leave me to drown
In the tears of a very happy old man
Whoa this town
Cartwheels, tripping
Out of control again
Oh this town
I'm balancing, I'm falling
Off into no-man's land
Oh this old clown
Who expects, yeah, nothing from a-nothing so
Just leave me to drown
In the tears of ....... BINGO!!!!
(Bingo)
(This train is for all stations to High Barnet. Thank you.)
(Excerpt from the film Take It Or Leave It)
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(Thompson/Barson)
Although he had a past history
The mischief has soon passed
A spunky little kid from North West Five
Longed for the mystery to last
Free as the wind
Wild as a march hare
With oh so much to learn
Careful that you don't get burned
The boy who wouldn't grow up
Chasing his own tail
The boy who couldn't grow up
An outing on bail
Oh idiot child
Clutching to life
Always made to grow up
Always told to shut up
Idiot child
Clutching to life
Always destined to fail
Always ending up in jail
Lo and behold the gherkin men with their military stance did shout
Mark my words Mrs Hutchinson
We'll sort this laddie out
The parent teachers association secretly fixed a date
A giant swoop is authorised to sign and seal his fate
Oh sent away for a year and a day
He was taken so orderly
And drilled into his delicate shell
To behave, normally
Oh idiot child
Clutching to life
(Clutching to life)
The boy who never grew up
Always told to shut up
Idiot child
Clutching onto life
(Clutching to life)
Always destined to fail
Always ending up in jail
Some things are so predictable ain't they
Some things just never change, look around
Most animals, are trained at an early age
But some of us just never lay down
Idiot child
Just clutching to life
The boy who never grew up
Always made to shut up
Idiot child
Clutching to life
(Clutching to life)
Always destined to fail
Always ending up in jail
Idiot child
Clutching to life
(Clutching to life)
The boy who never grew up
Always told to shut up
Idiot child
Clutching onto life
(Clutching to life)
Always destined to fail
Always ending up in jail
Always destined to fail
Always winding up in jail
Always ending up in jail
Always destined to fail
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(Barson)
Oh I wake up in the morning can't get out of bed
What a terrible aching in my head
I'm pulling up the sheet shutting out the light
But not today, today I cannot fight
I couldn't get to work if I wanted to
The state I'm in you'd be glad if I don't
I wash my face, comb my hair
Any minute, and I will soon be there
I'm standing by the sink, looking over Market Square
The freezing windows, going out I cannot face
The dirty dishes from the night before
And dirty clothes are strewn across the floor
I couldn't get to work if I wanted to
The state I'm in you'd be glad if I don't
I wash my face, comb my hair
Any minute and I will soon be there
(Where?)
‘Cos I'll go down to Africa
When I fall asleep
The burning plains of Africa
Is where I'm going to be
Oh I've said goodbye to Holloway
Farewell Southend on Sea
The burning plains of Africa
Is where you will find me
I will soon be there
I will soon be there
‘Cos I'll go down to Africa
‘Cos I'll go down to Africa
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Ooh I watched you grow up
Only to despise
I seen the madness stack up through
Tarpaulin eyes
I have heard you come up
Believing your own lies
Witnessed the blessing rise up in a
A very strange disguise
Though you have become a burden
One thing remains, thats for certain
I will love you all my life
But without you in my life
Ooh I watched you climb up
I seen you come alive
From those very humble beginnings in
NW5
Though we face the final curtain
One thing remains, thats for certain
I will love you all my life
But without you in my life
I would give you everything
For just the smile you bring
For just the song to sing
I would give you everything
For just that smile you bring
For just that song to sing I sing now
Yes I watched you grow up
Only to despise
Witnessed the blessing rise up in a
A very strange disguise
Nothing, it seems, lasts forever
People change just like the weather
Some for good and sometimes never
I hope things work out for the better
I would give you everything
For just the smile you bring
For just the song to sing
I would give you everything
For just the smile you bring
For just the song to sing I sing
Nothing, it seems, lasts forever
People change just like the weather
Some for good and sometimes never
I hope things work out for the better
I would give you everything
For just the smile you bring
For just the song to sing
I would give you everything
For just the smile you bring
For just the song to sing I sing
I would give you everything
For just the smile you bring
For just the song to sing I sing now
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(Smyth)
I request that the best of our minds
Be impressed to repent of their crimes
For the truth is there all for to see
What can be said in defence of man's tyranny
To declare to contempt of the view
That to conform to the norm is what you do
If you live wracked in anger and in shame
The only road you find's that hard road my friend
I concur to defer to the sound
Of discontent when it's meant by the crowd
If in fairness is how you see it end
The only road you'll walk's that hard road my friend
And the papers they were printing they did sell
In Clerkenwell there were presses turning
And the emigrees they boarded ships and sailed
They could not fail to bring passions burning
La da da da-da
Why deny that the lie that is sent
Makes you live work and die for some rent
If you're happy then to leave it up to them
The only road you'll know's that hard road my friend
We resent the intent of the few
Who do conspire to acquire what's our due
If you don't know you're rights and defend
The only road you'll goes that hard road my friend
If you fall and you crawl towards debt
And the sum it is more than what was leant
If you can't keep your eyes on the change
The only road you'll walk's that bloody road my friend
Ah yip da didi didi dee
Ah yip da didi didi dee
Ah yip da didi didi dee
Ah yip da didi didi dee
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