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Help me get my feet back to solid ground
Cos were walking to the devils beat
And it’s trying to bring us down.
Well the devils get us rolling a 6-sided dice
And it’s burning up the oils and melting down the ice
And the bank tills are ringing to the tune of war
Do you ever wonder what it is were fighting for?
Oh it don’t feel so good when the sun don’t shine
Oh we gotta leave this place leave it all behind
Oh before I loose my head and I loose my mind
Help me get my feet back to solid ground
Cos were walking to the devils beat
And it’s trying to bring us down.
Sweet mother nature’s such a lonely girl
What’s she gonna do when we sell the world
Time will only tell if the prophecies true
Has the devil got the beat or has the beat got you.
Oh it don’t feel so good when the sun don’t shine
Oh we gotta leave this place leave it all behind
Oh before I loose my head and I loose my mind
Help me get my feet back to solid ground
Cos were walking to the devils beat
And it’s trying to bring us down
Come on and help me get my feet back to solid ground
Cos were walking to the devils beat
And it’s trying to bring us down.
Oh it don’t feel so good when the sun don’t shine
Oh we gotta leave this place leave it all behind
Oh before I loose my head and I loose my mind.
Help me get my feet back to solid ground
Cos were walking to the devils beat
And it’s trying to bring us down.
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I wake up to the dawn i'm a stranger in my bed
With one eye on the circle sun I raise my weary head
I pick up my bags and bones and take one square step to the door
And with another twist of fate i'm heading of to foreign shores
And the daylight turns to dark but I still got colour in my cheeks
Got a pocket full of remedies and a world beneath my feet
I don’t need a ring of gold or silver buckles on my shoes
I got the shoeshine rhythm in my soul baby that’s what gets me through
And I keep on rolling by I keep on riding high
Ye up and down around and away we go
Cos I don’t need to know what’s coming round the bend
I'm gonna keep my shape no matter what shape i'm in
And the beating of the drum is like the beating of my heart
Cos every day gets harder baby since we’ve been apart
You can tie me in a knot or bind me up in chains
I got a little piece of heaven baby and that’s what keeps me sane
And I keep on rolling by I keep on riding high
Ye up and down around and away we go
Cos I don’t need to know what’s coming round the bend
I'm gonna keep my shape no matter what shape i'm in
But its 6 in the morning and my minds in a daze
And i'm thinking of you i'm thinking of you and it’s getting me through
And I keep on rolling by I keep on riding high
Ye up and down around and away we go
Cos I don’t need to know what’s coming round the bend
I'm gonna keep my shape no matter what shape i'm in
And I keep on rolling by I keep on riding high
Ye up and down around and away we go
Cos I don’t need to know what’s coming round the bend
Imp gonna keep my shape no matter what shape i'm in
And I keep on rolling by I keep on riding high
Ye up and down around and away we go
Cos I don’t need to know what’s coming round the bend
I'm gonna keep my shape no matter what shape i'm in
I'm gonna keep my shape no matter what shape i'm in
I'm gonna keep my shape no matter what shape i'm in.
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Just before I tell you standing in the rain
I would have loved you like no other babe
But a poet needs his pain
And sometimes life can be so cruel
It will pick you up and drop you down again
So if you try to love me darling please refrain
I'm still searching for the pieces
Someone else once took away
You know I used to love with all my heart
But how the times they can change.
Oh my baby’s been calling and I want you to know
I'm not letting him down i'm just letting him go
Oh I never wanted to be apart
But I still don’t know if I’m a wounded heart.
I’ve seen a lot of heartache and I’ve walked a lonely road
They say the darkest times before the dawn
But the rooster hasn’t crowed
And when you wake up in the morning
Oh my darling I’ll be gone
Oh my baby’s been calling and I want you to know
I'm not letting him down i'm just letting him go
Oh I never wanted to be apart
But I still don’t know if I’m a wounded heart
No I still don’t know if I'm a wounded heart.
So many fools fall in love
And it’s a crying game
It’s a crying shame
That I’m not a fool in love
But I know what I’m feeling
And my heart is still healing
Oh my baby’s been calling and I want you to know
I'm not letting him down i'm just letting him go
Oh I never wanted to be apart
But I still don’t know if I’m a wounded heart
No I still don’t know if I'm a wounded heart.
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She’s saving all her money trying to get ahead
All the luck in the world wont keep the baby fed
And the boss is on her back and it's getting her down
She’s waiting for the one she loves to come around
He’s building for the future while everybody sleeps
Filling in the cracks on these lonely streets
She says don’t you worry honey it will be okay
One of these days were gonna fly away and he said…
There’s only one Saturday night in every week
Sundays for recovering five days for discovering
Were all walking down the same street
You know there’s only one Saturday night in every week.
He’s a bonefide rebel searching for a cause
But real life got him and now he’s getting bored
Cos he barely makes a living picking up stuff
But all he really wants to do is kick up the dust
She spends her days talking on the phone
Trying to sell you something you don’t wanna own
She’s dreaming of a break from the daily grind
Cos the mans got her working over time and they say..
There’s only one Saturday night in every week
Sundays for recovering five days for discovering
Were all walking down the same street
You know there’s only one Saturday night in every week.
Why wont the world stop spinning around
Why can’t I find my feet when i'm falling down?
There’s only one Saturday night in every week
Sundays for recovering five days for discovering
Were all walking down the same street
You know there’s only one Saturday night in every week.
You know there’s only one Saturday night in every week.
You know there’s only one Saturday night in every week.
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For every lovers kiss
For every child that laughs
And every moment missed
For every dream i've cast
And every flower that blooms
It keeps reminding me
That your heart is just a beatbox
For the song of your life
And for every time I fell
Every time you picked me up
And when I wasn’t well
You gave me the healing cup
Just like a magic spell
It captivates my soul
That your heart is just a beatbox
For the song of your life
Cos it aint wrong it aint right
It’s in your darkest hour
It’s in your brightest light
Its in the wind its on the tide
And there’s a choir of angels singing
Somewhere out of sight.
So for every fathers kiss
For every bridge we build
And every mother’s wish
For all the blood we’ve spilled
And every clock that chimes
It constantly reminds
That your heart is just a beatbox
For the song of your life
Cos it aint wrong it aint right
It’s in your darkest hour
It’s in your brightest light
Its in the wind its on the tide
And there’s a choir of angels singing
Somewhere out of sight.
So for every star that shines
For every journey made
And every song that rhymes
On every peace crusade
And every clock that chimes
It constantly reminds..
That your heart is just a beatbox
For the song of your life
Ye your heart is just a beatbox
For the song of your life
Ye your heart is just a beatbox
For the song of your life
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When I first set my eyes on you
You were born in black and white
Full of good intentions
You never played me any hype
You didn’t want to take my money
You didn’t want to take my soul
Just a little black box
Built in the days of rock ’n’ roll.
So come on and hook me up
And help me get my kicks
Come on and tune me in to channel 66
You got to turn me on to my TV
Cos I get out of control
If you don’t remote control me.
You turned a rainbow full of colour
Into a pocket full of gold
You advertise and evangelise
And your stories getting old
You took away my innocence
And you tell me to live in fear
Well baby ill start panicking
When the end is getting near.
So come on and hook me up
And help me get my kicks
Come on and tune me in to channel 66
You got to turn me on to my TV
Cos I get out of control
If you don’t remote control me.
Out out out of control
There’s a million souls out of control
Out out of control
There’s a million souls out of control
Out out out of control
There’s a million souls out of control
Out out of control
There’s a million souls out of control
Well you cheat on me with politics
And you dance around the war
You turn me onto big brother
And i'm at every lottery draw
You know I hate you more than ever
But you’re still in every room
Oh well I guess your telling me
To consume and to consume
So come on and hook me up
And help me get my kicks
Come on and tune me in to channel 66
You got to turn me on to my TV
Cos I get out of control
If you don’t remote control me
Cos I get out of control
If you don’t remote control me
Cos I get out of control
If you don’t remote control me.
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There’s an empty seat on the train today that makes its way up to the town
There a letter found on an office desk that’s finally handed round
It says Julian Sidebottom William Smyth has finally come to his senses
He’s tired of commuting tired of computing tired of sitting on fences.
He really needs some help he wants to find himself
And he says that money don’t matter
And there’s more to life than doing what’s right
He’s going down down down Success’s ladder
He’s going down down down Success’s ladder.
He wants to do something for his children’s children something to remember him by
And nobody wishes they spent more time at work when they finally lay down to die
And he’s downsized and analysed his last bottom line no longer will he be hard hearted
He’s going to paint pictures of the Isle of Skye until the undersigned is departed.
He really needs some help he wants to find himself
And he says that money don’t matter
And there’s more to life than doing what’s right
He’s going down down down Success’s ladder
He’s going down down down Success’s ladder.
So the years went by and Julian was forgot and one day his tea boy made it to the boss
And to brighten his wall he hung pictures sometimes one of them the Isle of Skye strangely unsigned
He really needs some help he wants to find himself
And he says that money don’t matter
And there’s more to life than doing what’s right
He’s going down down down Success’s ladder
He’s going down down down Success’s ladder.
He’s going down down down Success’s ladder
He’s going down down down Success’s ladder.
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I used to see a ballerina staring back at me
A beauty queen a singing star was all I longed to be
I’d dress up in my mother’s clothes and dance the days away
When nothing was torn and tattered broken or frayed.
I used to see an astronaut flying through the clouds
And in that look of innocence nothing brought you down
And everything was possible in the frame of a mirror
And every dream was coming true when you wished it down the river.
But they don’t make mirrors like they used to
Cos they tell me the truth that i'm living truth
No they don’t make mirrors like they used to
Cos when I look in one now I see everything’s changed somehow.
I used to love the boy next door he loved me from afar
With his ripped up jeans his long died hair and his battered old guitar
He never did make Kurt Cobain he’s happy with his babies
I guess love stood the test of time cos he still drives me crazy.
But they don’t make mirrors like they used to
Cos they tell me the truth that i'm living truth
No they don’t make mirrors like they used to
Cos when I look in one now I see everything’s changed somehow
Nothings the same and it all gets re-arranged
As you go where life will lead you too
And the books always open the circle is un-broken
And they don’t make mirrors like they used too
No they don’t make mirrors like they used to
Cos they tell me the truth that i'm living truth
They don’t make mirrors like they used to
Cos when I look in one now I see everything’s changed somehow
When I look in one now I see everything’s changed somehow.
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I remember Sundays at the Harbour Bar
Drinking cider wishing on a cheap guitar
Playing songs from the sixties and the seventies
Fleetwood Mac the Eagles and the Bee Gees
And we would dazzle and dance under the moonlight
Love up the bar and drink until the moonlight
You were all rebels you were all stars
You put the music in everybody’s hearts
It was such a long time ago
But I never want t let that go
When I close my eyes
I still remember
I still remember those times.
Send a message all over the world
I really want you to know
That people are falling in love
To the music on the radio
And I wouldn’t be all that I am
So understand
I want the world to know that you put music in my soul.
I remember Sundays in the freezing barn
Huddled round heater trying to keep everybody
Warm
We were just rebels we were just stars
Trying to put the music in everybody’s hearts
It was such a long time ago
But I never want t let that go
When I close my eyes
I still remember
I still remember those times.
Send a message all over the world
I really want you to know
That people are falling in love
To the music on the radio
And I wouldn’t be all that I am
So understand
I want the world to know that you put music in my soul
You know time goes by so fast
But the one thing that’s for sure you know those memories are gonna last
Send a message all over the world
I really want you to know
That people are falling in love
To the music on the radio
And I wouldn’t be all that I am
So understand
I want the world to know that you put music in my soul
I want the world to know that you put music in my soul
Send a message all over the world
I really want you to know
That people are falling in love
To the music on the radio
And I wouldn’t be all that I am
So understand
I want the world to know that you put music in my soul.
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Street lights ablaze and the air is so dry
There’s a cat in my bucket smoke covers the sky
And the sound of the traffic keeps me from my dreams
Like one million soldiers just shuffled their feet
The heat of the night is one that I can’t escape
So I listen to the underground rumble and shake
There’s something so beautiful being alive
When your young wild and free
And just trying to survive.
So hold me I believe every word that you told me
And every last line that you sold me
I’ll love you for the rest of my life
Take me turn me around and you’ll make me
Follow the footsteps you gave me
In the Pink and the Lily tonight.
Freedoms a luxury taken in vain
It’s hard to find justice and fight for a change
Cos there’s so many people that cannot be heard
Their thoughts and their feelings just kicked to the curb
I may not be old and I may not be wise
But I call upon those with a chance in this life
Climb to the rooftops and open your eyes
Cos your young wild and free and just trying to survive.
So hold me I believe every word that you told me
And every last line that you sold me
I’ll love you for the rest of my life
Take me turn me around and you’ll make me
Follow the footsteps you gave me
In the Pink and the Lily tonight.
Follow the footsteps you gave me
In the Pink and the Lily tonight.
Follow the footsteps you gave me
In the Pink and the Lily tonight.
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There are six and a half billion souls
I believe to be breathing you can love them you can leave them
They're walking and talking up ad down all around this world
There are six and a half billion dreams
From london to new york, noew york to bejing
Every man every woman every boy and every girl
There are six and a half billion beliefs
But in the end were the same underneath
Every different shape or size
If youre strong or if your wise
Its all beautiful
There are six and a half billion lives
Some are laughing some are crying
Some are living some are dying if your small or ten feet tall
If your strange if your weird your wonderful
I'm a human being
I'm a living loving breathing
I'm not a dumb machine
I'm a walking talking dreaming
And I don't know what it means
But I know what I believe in
I believe in love and I love being a human being
There are six and a half billion songs
Joni Mitchell, Stevie Wonder and the Rolling Stones
If your straight or if your drunk
If your hippy or a punk
Get musical
There are six and a half billion hearts
Some are keeping it together some are falling apart
Some are good some are bad
Happy and sad
They're loveable
I'm a human being
I'm a living loving breathing
I'm not a dumb machine
I'm a walking talking dreaming
And I don't know what it means
But I know what I believe in
I believe in love and I love being a human being
There are six and a half billion minds
Thinking and inventing and changing times
Making up the grades and turning the pages in history
There are six and a half billion pairs of feet
Walking to the sound of the drummers beat
They go hop skip an jump thumping in time
Sing 1,2,3………..
I'm a human being
I'm a living loving breathing
I'm not a dumb machine
I'm a walking talking dreaming
And I don't know what it means
But I know what I believe in
I believe in love and I love being a human being.
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Born to entertain us back in 1925
So beautiful and strong enough to bring their dreams alive
Always thought it would last forever
And be the greatest thing they'd ever seen
With a heart like Judy Garland
And a the soul of Jimmy Dean
And while the world was growing
He was so gone with the wind
That the future they were building
Didn't have a room for him
And now the buildings scrape the skyline
And the stars no longer shine
Cause nothing lasts forever in the changing times
Oh so long and fare thee well
A thousand stories he could tell
Brick by brick they pulled him down
The last picture house in town
The crowds grew smaller though the years
While the candy girls left town
The projector slowly gathered dust
While the house came tumbling down
And at the final curtain calling
He knew a golden age had passed
Cause the lights had finally fallen
And the dreams they didn't last
Cause now the buildings scrape the skyline
And the stars no longer shine
Cause nothing lasts forever in the changing times
Oh so long and fare thee well
A thousand stories he could tell
Brick by brick they pulled him down
The last picture house in town
Gene Kelly went singing for the last time in the rain
And one more kiss with Betty Davies before the final frame
And as the lights inside the ticket box go fading away
It was the last movie the picture house would play
Oh so long and fare thee well
A thousand stories he could tell
But brick by brick they pulled him down
The last picture house in town.
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Would you lie would you lie lie lie in these lonely arms of mine
I wanna try I will try try try for this love one more time
Don't wanna lose you to the stars
I wish I'd told you from the start
Not to listen to my ungrateful heart.
Baby give me one more chance
And I will shoot down the moon for you
Darling you're my sweet romance
There's nothing that I wouldn't do.
So when you cry when you cry cry cry let me shoulder your tears
I'm gonna try I will try try try to hold on through the years
Don't wanna loose you to the stars
I wish I'd told you from the start
Not to listen to my ungrateful heart.
Baby, give me one more chance
And I will shoot down the moon for you
Darling, give me one last dance
And maybe our love can be true.
Would you lie would you lie lie lie in these lonely arms of mine
I wanna try I will try try try for this love one more time
Don't wanna loose you to the stars
And it's tearing me apart
Cos you listened to my ungrateful heart
You listened to my ungrateful heart
Oh you listened to my ungrateful heart.
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