LONDON GIRL

Do you know what you're looking for?
Streets of gold, fame and fortune?
You didn't fancy working in a factory
But your Mum and Dad didn't agree.
You slept in Waterloo Station at first
But now you've moved to a posher squat
You wonder where your next meal will come from
Still, it's better than living at home.
You're looking tired 'cause it's been three weeks
Since you changed your clothes or washed your feet
But you're learning fast all the time
How to cadge cigarettes and pills.
I don't condemn what you've done
I know what it is to be young
You're only searching for toaday
To see the answers about yesterday.

Sound Affects

I was in the pub last night
When a mutual friend of ours said
He'd seen you in the uniform
Yeah the leather belt looks manly
The black boots butch
But oh what a bastard to get off
Promises, promises
They offer real solutions
But hatred has never won for long
You was so open minded
But by somebody blinded
And now your sign says closed
Promises, promises
They offer real solutions
But hatred has never won for long
I think we've lost our perception
I think we've lost sight of the goals we should be working for
I think we've lost our reason
We stumble blindly and that vision must be restored!
I wish that there was something
I could do about it
I wish that there was some way
I could try to fight it
Scream and shout it
It is called indoctrination
And it happens on all levels
But it has nothing to do with equality
It has nothing to do with democracy
And though it professes to
It has nothing to do with humanity
It is cold, hard and mechanical

Snap

Down in amongst the streets tonight
Books will burn, people laugh and cry in their turmoil
(Turmoil turns rejoiceful)
Shed your fears and lose your guilt
Tonight we burn responsibility in the fire
We'll watch the flames grow higher
But if you get too burnt
You can't come back home
And as I was standing by the edge
I could see the faces of those led pissing their selves laughing
(And the flames grew)
Their mad eyes bulged their flushed faces said
The weak get crushed as the strong grow stronger
We feast on flesh and drink on blood
Live by fear and despise love in a crisis
(What with today's high prices?)
Bring some paper and bring some wood
Bring what's left of all your love for the fire
We'll watch the flames grow higher
But if you get too burnt
You can't come back home
And as I was standing by the edge
I could see the faces of those led pissing their selves laughing
(And the flames grew)
Their mad eyes bulged their flushed faces said
The weak get crushed as the strong grow stronger
In the funeral pyre
We'll watch the flames grow higher
But if you get too burnt
You can't come back home
In the funeral pyre
I'll watch the flames grow higher
But if you get too burnt
You can't come back home
In the funeral pyre
(Well, I feel so old, when I feel so young)
We'll watch the flames grow higher
(Well, I just can't grow up to meet the demands)
But if you get too burnt
(Well, I feel so old, when I feel so young)
You can't come back home
(Well, I just can't grow up to meet the demands)
In the funeral pyre
(Well, I feel so old, when I feel so young)
(Well, I just can't grow up to meet the demands)
Well, I feel so old, when I feel so young
Well, I just can't grow up to meet the demands

This Is the Modern World

IN THE STREET, TODAY - Paul Weller/David Waller
In the street today
Murder on the terraces,
Fools in high places,
It's all so sickening -
And we're so satisfied
In the street, tonight
Hate on every pavement
Paranoia on shop doorways
The kids want some action -
And who can fucking blame them now?
It's all so sickening, and we're so satisfied

Dig the New Breed

Some people might say my life is in a rut
But I'm quite happy with what I got
People might say that I should strive for more
But I'm so happy I can't see the point
Somethings happening here today
A show of strength with your boy's brigade and
I'm so happy and you're so kind
You want more money, of course I don't mind
To buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes
And the public gets what the public wants
But I want nothing this society's got
I'm going underground
(Going underground)
Well, the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground
(Going underground)
Well let the boys all sing
And the boys all shout for tomorrow
Some people might get some pleasure out of hate me
I've enough already on my plate
People might need some tension to relax
I'm too busy dodging between the flak
What you see is what you get
You've made your bed, you better lie in it
You choose your leaders and place your trust
As their lies put you down and their promises rust
You'll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns
And the public wants what the public gets
But I don't get what this society wants
I'm going underground
(Going underground)
Well, the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground
(Going underground)
So let the boys all sing
And the boys all shout for tomorrow
We talk and we talk until my head explodes
I turn on the news and my body froze
The braying sheep on my TV screen
Make this boy shout, make this boy scream
Going underground, going underground
Going underground, I'm going underground
The braying sheep on my TV screen
Make this boy shout, make this boy scream
Going underground
(Going underground)
Well, the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground
(Going underground)
So let the boys all sing
And the boys all shout for tomorrow
Well, the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground
(Going underground)
So let the boys all sing
And the boys all shout for tomorrow
© STYLIST MUSIC;

Jam

I got to get back to the house
There's a warm chair where the cat has been
I feel a little better when I'm back at the house
Hope I haven't lost my keys
I been thinking about the police
Jelly filled for justice, please (also: coffee filled)
I'm standing here in the kitchen
Wonder if I'm hungry at all
Right there, open the icebox
Wonder if I can eat it all
My eyes can't see through this metal door
Mouth just ate an hour before
Stomach can't remember what food is for
Haven't listened to my belly in a year or more

SATURDAY'S KIDS

Saturday's boys live life with insults
Drink lots of beer and wait for half time results
Afternoon tea in the light a bite
Chat up the girls they dig it
Saturday's girls work in Tescos and Woolworths
Wear cheap perfume 'cause it's all they can afford
Go to discos they drink Babycham talk to Jan
In bingo accents
Saturdays kids play one arm bandits
They never win but that's not the point is it
Dip in silver paper when their pints go flat
How about that far out?
Their mums and dads smoke Capstan non-filters
Wallpaper lives 'cause they all die of cancer
What goes on?
What goes wrong?
Save up their money for a holiday
To Kelsey Bill or Bracklesham Bay
Think about the future when they'll settle down
Marry the girl next door with one on the way
These are the real creatures
That time has forgot
Not given a thought, it's the system
Hate the system, what's the system?
Saturday's kids live in council houses
Wear V necked shirts and baggy trousers
Drive Cortinas fur trimmed dash boards

PRIVATE HELL

Private Hell - Paul Weller
Closer than close - you see yourself -
A mirrored image - of what you wanted to be.
As each day goes by - a little more -
You can't remember - what it was you wanted anyway.
The fingers feel the lines - they prod the space -
Your aging face - the face that once was so beautiful,
is still there but unrecognizable -
Private Hell.
The man who you once loved - is bald and fat -
And seldom in - working late as usual.
Your interest has waned - you feel the strain -
The bed springs snap - on the occasions he lies upon you -
close your eyes and think of nothing but -
Private Hell.
Think of Emma - wonder what she's doing -
Her husband Terry - and your grandchildren.
Think of Edward - who's still at college -
You send him letters - which he doesn't acknowledge.
'Cause he don't care,
They don't care.
'Cause they're all going through their own - Private Hell.
The morning slips away - in a valium haze -
And catalogues - and numerous cups of coffee.
In the afternoon - the weekly food -
Is put in bags - as you float off down the high street.
The shop windows reflect - play a nameless host to a closet ghost
A picture of your fantasy - A victim of your misery and -
Private Hell.
Alone at 6 o'clock - you drop a cup -
You see it smash - inside you crack -
You can't go on - but you sweep it up -
Safe at last inside your Private Hell.
Sanity at last inside your Private Hell.
SATURDAYS KIDS - Paul Weller
Saturdays boys live life with insults,
Drink lots of beer and wait for half time results,
Afternoon tea in the lite-a-bite - chat up the girls - they dig it!
Saturdays girls work in Tesco's and Woolworths,
Wear cheap perfume 'cause its all they can afford,
Go to discos - they drink Babycham - talk to Jan - in bingo accents.
Saturdays kids play one arm bandits,
they never win but that's not the point is it?
Dip in silver paper when their pints go flat,
How about that - far out!
Their mums and dads smoke Capstan non filters,
Wallpaper lives 'cause they all die of cancer,
What goes on - what goes wrong.
Save up their money for a holiday,
To Selsey Bill or Bracklesham Bay,
Think about the future - when they'll settle down,
Marry the girl next door - with one on the way.
These are the real creatures that time has forgot,
Not given a thought - its the system -
Hate the system - what's the system?
Saturdays kids live in council houses,
Wear v-necked shirts and baggy trousers,
Drive Cortinas - fur trimmed dash boards,
Stains on the seats - in the back, of course!
THE ETON RIFLES - Paul Weller
Sup up your beer and collect your fags,
There's a row going on down near Slough,
Get out your mat and pray to the West,
I'll get out mine and pray for myself.
Thought you were smart when you took them on,
But you didn't take a peep in their artillery room,
All that rugby puts hairs on your chest,
What chance have you got against a tie and a crest.
Hello-Hurray - what a nice day - for the Eton Rifles
Hello-Hurray - I hope rain stops play - with the Eton Rifles.
Thought you were clever when you lit the fuse,
Tore down the House of Commons in your brand new shoes,
Composed a revolutionary symphony,
Then went to bed with a charming young thing.
Hello-Hurray - cheers then mate - its the Eton Rifles
Hello-Hurray - an extremist scrape - with the Eton Rifles.
What a catalyst you turned out to be,
Loaded the guns then you run on home for your tea.
Left me standing - like a guilty schoolboy.
We came out of it naturally the worst,
Beaten and bloody and I was sick down my shirt,
We were no match for their untamed wit,
Though some of the lads said they'll be back next week.
Hello-Hurray - there's a price to pay - to the Eton Rifles
Hello-Hurray - I'd prefer the plague - to the Eton Rifles (repeat)
PRECIOUS - Paul Weller
Your precious love - that means so much
will it ever stop - or will I just lose touch
What I want to say - but my words just fail
Is that I need it so - I can't help myself
Like a hungry child - I just help myself
And when I'm full up - I go out to play
But I don't mean to bleed you dry
Or take you over for the rest of your life
It's just that I need something solid in mine
Lonely as the moors on a winter's morning
Quiet as the sea on a cool calm night
In your tranquil shadow - I try and follow
I hear your distant show clicks
To the midnight beat -
I feel trapped in sorrow
In this imagery

PRETTY GREEN

PRETTY GREEN (Paul Weller)
I've got a pocket full of pretty green -
I'm gonna put it in the fruit machine -
I'm gonna put it in the juke box -
It's gonna play all the records in the hit parade -
This is the pretty green - this is society -
You can't do nothing - unless it's in the pocket - oh no -
I've got a pocket full of pretty green -
I'm gonna give it to the man behind the counter -
He's gonna give me food and water -
I'm gonna eat that and look for more -
And they didn't teach me that in school -
It's something that I learnt on my own -
That power is measured by the pound or the fist -
It's as clear as this oh -
I've got a pocket full of Pretty Green!
MONDAY (Paul Weller)
Rainclouds came and stole my thunder -
Left me barren like a desert
But a sunshine girl like you
It's worth going through -
I will never be embarrassed about love again.
Tortured winds that blew me over -
When I start to think that I'm something special
They tell me that I'm not -
And they're right and I'm glad and I'm not -
I will never be embarrassed about that again.
Oh baby I'm dreaming of Monday,
Oh baby will I see you again,
Oh baby I'm dreaming of Monday.
MAN IN THE CORNER SHOP (Paul Weller)
Puts up the closed sign does the man in the corner shop
Serves his last and says goodbye to him
He knows it is a hard life
But its nice to be your own boss really
Walks off home does the last customer
He is jealous of the man in the corner shop
He is sick of working at the factory
Says it must be nice to be your own boss (really)
Sells cigars to the boss from the factory
He is jealous is the man in the corner shop
He is sick of struggling so hard
He says - it must be nice to own a factory
Go to church do the people from the area
All shapes and classes sit and pray together
For here they are all one
For God created all men equal.
SET THE HOUSE ABLAZE (Paul Weller)
I was in the Pub last night
When a mutual friend of ours said
He'd seen you in the uniform.
Yeah the leather belt looks manly
The black boots butch
But oh what a bastard to get off.
Promises, promises
They offer real solutions
But hatred has never won for long.
And something you said set the house ablaze
You was so open minded
But by someone blinded
And now your sign says closed.
Promises, promises
They offer real solutions
But hatred has never won for long.
I think we've lost our perception -
I think we've lost sight of the goals we should be working for
I think we've lost our reason
We stumble blindly and that vision must be restored!
I wish that there was something
I could do about it
I wish that there was some way
I could try to fight it
Scream and shout it -
It is called indoctrination
And it happens on all levels
But it has nothing to do with equality
It has nothing to do with democracy
And though it professes to
It has nothing to do with humanity

Precious

Your precious love that means so much
Will it ever stop or will I just lose touch?
What I want to say but my words just fail
Is that I need it so I can't help myself?
Like a hungry child, I just help myself
And when I'm all full up, I go out to play
But I don't mean to bleed you dry
Or take you over for the rest of your life
It's just that I need something solid in mine
Lonely as the moors on a winter's morning
Quiet as the sea on a good calm night
In your tranquil shadow, I try and follow
I hear your distant show clicks
To the midnight beat
I feel trapped in sorrow in this imagery

Place I Love

THE PLACE I LOVE (Weller)
The place I love is a million miles away,
It's too far for the eye to see,
Still it's me at least, and you can't come there
No one is allowed at all,
Only animals that love, will always only, ever could be
And it's always at the back of my mind.
The place I love is overgrown now,
With beautiful moss and colourful flowers,
And goldfish that swim in a pool, there's a small brick wall,
With neon lighting controlled by lightning,
I'm making a stand against the world
There's those who would hurt us if they heard.
The place I love is no where near here,
Not within a yard of those trendy do's,
Where dogsbodies pick you up, and graciously give you a lift,
With cherished thoughts and bitterness.
I'm making a stand against the world,
There's those who would hurt us if they heard
And that's always in the back of my mind.
'A' BOMB IN WARDOUR STREET (Weller)
Where the streets are paved with blood,
with cataclysmic overtones,
Fear and hate linger in the air,
A strictly no-go deadly zone.
I don't know what I'm doing here
'cause it's not my scene at all
There's an 'A' bomb in Wardour Street
They've called in the Army, they've called in the police.
I'm stranded on the vortex floor,
My head's been kicked in and blood's started to pour
Through the haze I can see my girl
15 geezers got her pinned to the door
I try to reach her but fall back on the floor
There's an 'A' bomb in Wardour Street
It's blown up the West End, now it's spreading
throughout the City,
'A' bomb in Wardour Street, it's blown up the City
Now it's spreading through the country.
Law and order take a turn for the worst,
In the shape of a size 10 boot.
Rape and murder throughout the land,
and they tell you that you're still a free man.
Well if this is freedom I don't understand
'cause it seems like madness to me.
'A' bomb in Wardour Street, Hate Bomb,
Hate Bomb, Hate Bomb, Hate Bomb.
A Phillistine nation, of degredation,
And hate and war. There must be more
It's Doctor Martin's A,P,O,C,A,L,Y,P,S,E,
Apocalypse!
ALL MOD CONS (Weller)
Seen you before, I know your sort,
You think the world awaits your every breath
You'll be my friend, or so you say
You'll help me out when the time comes
And all the time we're getting rich,
You hang around to help me out
But when we're skint, Oh God Forbid!
You drop us like hot bricks.
Artistic Freedom. Do what you want,
But just make sure that the money ain't gone.
I'll tell you what, I got you sussed,
You'll waste my time, when the time comes.
TO BE SOMEONE (DIDN'T WE HAVE A NICE TIME) (Weller)
To be someone must be a wonderful thing,
A famous footballer a rock singer,
or a big film star, yes I think I would like that.
To be rich and have lots of fans
Have lots of girls to proove that I'm a man
And be No. 1 - and liked by everyone.
Getting drugged up with my trendy friends
They really dig me and I dig them
And the bread I spend - is like my fame - it's quickly diminished
And there's no more swimming in a guitar shaped pool
no more reporters at my beck and call
no more cocaine, now it's only ground chalk
no more taxis now we'll have to walk
But didn't we have a nice time -
didn't we have a nice time
Oh wasn't it such a fine time
I realize I should have stuck to my guns
Instead shit out to be one of the bastard sons
and lose myself - I know it was wrong - but it's cost me a lot
And there's no more drinking when the club shuts down,
I'm out on my arse with the rest of the clowns
It's really frightening without a bodyguard

Nonstop Dancing

NON-STOP DANCING - Paul Weller
Non-stop dancing, truly out on the floor
Non-stop moving, baby, baby
Still you scream out for more
We don't care if it rains or shines
Cause everything's fine inside, when we're dancing
Non-stop dancing
I said, non-stop loving, with my girl by my side
Everything's just cool, now baby, baby
She's the sweetest thing I know
I don't even mind guys trying to compete
I know our love's as strong as the beat, when we're dancing
Non-stop dancing
People say we're wasting our time
They don't seem to understand
Cause when you're dancing all night long
It gives you the feeling that you belong
Non-stop dancing, I'm truly out of my head
But I ain't sleepy, baby, baby
You see the dance is my bed
Things are really getting wild
The kids are screaming for that James Brown style, when we're
dancing

News Of The World Bruce Foxton

NEWS OF THE WORLD - Bruce Foxton
Power! Pop!
Read about the things that happen throughout the world
Don't believe in everything you see or hear
The neighbours talk day in day out about the goings on
They tell us what they want, they don't give an inch
Look at the pictures taken by the camera - they cannot lie
The truth is in what you see not what you read
Little men tapping things out - points of view
Remember their views are not the gospel truth
Each morning our piece of the world comes through the door
More often it's just a comic, not much more
Don't take it too serious - not many do
Read between the lines and you'll find the truth
Don't believe it all - a' find out for yourself
Check before you spread
News of the world, news of the world
Never doubt, never ask
Never moan, never search
Never find, never know
The news of the world, news of the world

Mr. Clean

Daylights dawns, you wake up and yawn, Mr. Clean
A piece of toast from the one you love most and you leave
You get the bus in the 8 o'clock rush
And catch the train in the morning rain
Mr. Clean, Mr. Clean
If you see me in the street, look away
'Cause I don't ever want to catch you looking at me, Mr. Clean
'Cause I hate you and your wife
And if I get the chance, I'll fuck up your life
Mr. Clean [unverified]
Is that seen
Surround yourself with dreams
Of pretty young girls, and anyone you want
But please don't forget me or any of my kind
'Cause I'll make you think again
When I stick your face in the grind
Getting pissed at the annual office do
Smart blue suit and you went to Cambridge too
You miss page 3, but the Times is right for you
And mum and dad are very proud of you

Monday

Rainclouds came and stole my thunder
Left me barren like a desert
But a sunshine girl like you
It's worth going through
I will never be embarrassed about love again
Tortured winds that blew me over
When I start to think that I'm something special
They tell me that I'm not
And they're right and I'm glad and I'm not
I will never be embarrassed about that again
Oh baby, I'm dreaming of Monday
Oh baby, will see you again

Jam

Nation To Nation
All The World
Must Come Together
Face The Problems
That We See
Then Maybe Somehow We Can Work It Out
I Asked My Neighbor
For A Favor
She Said Later
What Has Come Of
All The People
Have We Lost Love
Of What It's About
I Have To Find My Peace Cuz
No One Seems To Let Me Be
False Prophets Cry Of Doom
What Are The Possibilities
I Told My Brother
There'll Be Problems,
Times And Tears For Fears,
We Must Live Each Day
Like It's The Last
Go With It
Go With It
It Ain't Too Much Stuff
It Ain't Too Much
It Ain't Too Much For Me To
It Ain't
It Ain't Too Much Stuff
It Ain't
Don't You
It Ain't Too Much For Me To
The World Keeps Changing
Rearranging Minds
And Thoughts
Predictions Fly Of Doom
The Baby Boom
Has Come Of Age
We'll Work It Out
I Told My Brothers
Don't You Ask Me
For No Favors
I'm Conditioned By
The System
Don't You Talk To Me
Don't Scream And Shout
She Pray To God, To Buddha
Then She Sings A
Talmud Song
Confusions Contradict
The Self
Do We Know Right
From Wrong
I Just Want You To
Recognize Me
In The Temple
You Can't Hurt Me
I Found Peace
Within Myself
Go With It
Go With It
It Ain't
It Ain't Too Much Stuff
It Ain't Too Much
It Ain't Too Much For Me To
It Ain't
It Ain't Too Much Stuff
It Ain't
Don't You
It Ain't Too Much For Me To
It Ain't Too Much Stuff
It Ain't Too Much
It Ain't Too Much For Me To
It Ain't
It Ain't Too Much Stuff
It Ain't
Don't You
It Ain't Too Much For Me To
[Rap Performed By Heavy D]
Jam Jam
Here Comes The Man
Hot Damn
The Big Boy Stands
with an upper hand
Makin' Funky Tracks
With My Man
Michael Jackson
Smooth Criminal
That's The Man
Mike's So Relaxed
Mingle Mingle Jingle
In The Jungle
Bum Rushed The Door
3 And 4's In A Bundle
Execute The Plan
First I Cooled Like A Fan
Got With Janet
Then With Guy
Now With Michael
Cause It Ain't Hard To...
[Michael]
It Ain't
It Ain't Too Much Stuff
It Ain't Too Much
It Ain't Too Much For Me To
Get On It
It Ain't Too Much Stuff
It Ain't
Don't Stop
It Ain't Too Much For Me To
It Ain't
It Ain't Too Much Stuff
It Ain't
Don't You
It Ain't Too Much For Me To
It Ain't
It Ain't Too Much Stuff
It Ain't
Don't You
It Ain't Too Much For Me To
It Ain't Too Hard For Me
To Jam [9x]
Get On It
It Ain't
It Ain't Too Much Stuff
It Ain't
Don't You
It Ain't Too Much For Me To
It Ain't Too Much Stuff
It Ain't Too Much
It Ain't Too Much For Me To
It Ain't Too Much Stuff
It Ain't Too Much
It Ain't Too Much For Me To
Too Much
It Ain't Too Much Stuff
It Ain't
Don't You
It Ain't Too Much For Me To
Get On It
Get On It
Give It Baby
Give It To Me
Come On
You Really Give It Too Me
Got To Give It

MAN IN THE CORNER SHOP

Puts up the closed sign does the man in the corner shop
Serves his last and says goodbye to him
He knows it is a hard life
But it's nice to be your own boss really
Walks off home does the last customer
He is jealous of the man in the corner shop
He is sick of working at the factory
Says it must be nice to be your own boss (really)
Sells cigars to the boss from the factory
He is jealous is the man in the corner shop
He is sick of struggling so hard
He says "It must be nice to own a factory"
Go to church do the people from the area
All shapes and classes sit and pray together
For here they are all one

Setting Sons

Private Hell - Paul Weller
Closer than close - you see yourself -
A mirrored image - of what you wanted to be.
As each day goes by - a little more -
You can't remember - what it was you wanted anyway.
The fingers feel the lines - they prod the space -
Your aging face - the face that once was so beautiful,
is still there but unrecognizable -
Private Hell.
The man who you once loved - is bald and fat -
And seldom in - working late as usual.
Your interest has waned - you feel the strain -
The bed springs snap - on the occasions he lies upon you -
close your eyes and think of nothing but -
Private Hell.
Think of Emma - wonder what she's doing -
Her husband Terry - and your grandchildren.
Think of Edward - who's still at college -
You send him letters - which he doesn't acknowledge.
'Cause he don't care,
They don't care.
'Cause they're all going through their own - Private Hell.
The morning slips away - in a valium haze -
And catalogues - and numerous cups of coffee.
In the afternoon - the weekly food -
Is put in bags - as you float off down the high street.
The shop windows reflect - play a nameless host to a closet ghost
A picture of your fantasy - A victim of your misery and -
Private Hell.
Alone at 6 o'clock - you drop a cup -
You see it smash - inside you crack -
You can't go on - but you sweep it up -
Safe at last inside your Private Hell.
Sanity at last inside your Private Hell.
SATURDAYS KIDS - Paul Weller
Saturdays boys live life with insults,
Drink lots of beer and wait for half time results,
Afternoon tea in the lite-a-bite - chat up the girls - they dig it!
Saturdays girls work in Tesco's and Woolworths,
Wear cheap perfume 'cause its all they can afford,
Go to discos - they drink Babycham - talk to Jan - in bingo accents.
Saturdays kids play one arm bandits,
they never win but that's not the point is it?
Dip in silver paper when their pints go flat,
How about that - far out!
Their mums and dads smoke Capstan non filters,
Wallpaper lives 'cause they all die of cancer,
What goes on - what goes wrong.
Save up their money for a holiday,
To Selsey Bill or Bracklesham Bay,
Think about the future - when they'll settle down,
Marry the girl next door - with one on the way.
These are the real creatures that time has forgot,
Not given a thought - its the system -
Hate the system - what's the system?
Saturdays kids live in council houses,
Wear v-necked shirts and baggy trousers,
Drive Cortinas - fur trimmed dash boards,
Stains on the seats - in the back, of course!
THE ETON RIFLES - Paul Weller
Sup up your beer and collect your fags,
There's a row going on down near Slough,
Get out your mat and pray to the West,
I'll get out mine and pray for myself.
Thought you were smart when you took them on,
But you didn't take a peep in their artillery room,
All that rugby puts hairs on your chest,
What chance have you got against a tie and a crest.
Hello-Hurray - what a nice day - for the Eton Rifles
Hello-Hurray - I hope rain stops play - with the Eton Rifles.
Thought you were clever when you lit the fuse,
Tore down the House of Commons in your brand new shoes,
Composed a revolutionary symphony,
Then went to bed with a charming young thing.
Hello-Hurray - cheers then mate - its the Eton Rifles
Hello-Hurray - an extremist scrape - with the Eton Rifles.
What a catalyst you turned out to be,
Loaded the guns then you run on home for your tea.
Left me standing - like a guilty schoolboy.
We came out of it naturally the worst,
Beaten and bloody and I was sick down my shirt,
We were no match for their untamed wit,
Though some of the lads said they'll be back next week.
Hello-Hurray - there's a price to pay - to the Eton Rifles
Hello-Hurray - I'd prefer the plague - to the Eton Rifles (repeat)
PRECIOUS - Paul Weller
Your precious love - that means so much
will it ever stop - or will I just lose touch
What I want to say - but my words just fail
Is that I need it so - I can't help myself
Like a hungry child - I just help myself
And when I'm full up - I go out to play
But I don't mean to bleed you dry
Or take you over for the rest of your life
It's just that I need something solid in mine
Lonely as the moors on a winter's morning
Quiet as the sea on a cool calm night
In your tranquil shadow - I try and follow
I hear your distant show clicks
To the midnight beat -
I feel trapped in sorrow
In this imagery
But that's how I am and why I need you so

Gold

Come down, your tea is on the table
Nothing seems to matter anymore
And if you're good, we'll go out on Sunday
Spend the whole day thinking of you
Take you sailing across the water
To a faraway place
Remember when life was lovely
Forever was captured in your smile
When we were young and life was hopeful
No one threatened our existence
We were laughing, they couldn't stop us
No one in the world
Remember when life was lovely
Forever was captured in your smile
When we were young and life was hopeful
No one threatened our existence
We were laughing, they couldn't stop us
No one in the world

The Sound of The Jam

Liza Radley, see the girl with long hair
See her creeping 'cross summer lawns at midnight
And all the people in the town where we live say
She's not quite right
She don't fit in with a small town
They just can't understand why she's doesn't stay in hospital
In a darkened room it's for their lives only she cries
Liza Radley, see her jump through loneliness
Liza Radley, take me when you go
And as the people pass by, their heads in the air
On to with their life's, she records a lonely sigh
But no matter what they say, in her mind she knows
Their dream of life they won't never find
And all the people in the town where we live say
She's not quite right
She don't fit in with a small town
They just can't understand she's doesn't stay in hospital
In a darkened room it's for their lives only she cries
Liza Radley, I pledge myself to you alone
But she kissed my face and said
Love means nothing at all
She kissed my face and said
Life means nothing at all

Jam

Ooh, I love you baby sometimes ain't too much
Lord, I got to have ya, love to feel your touch
I had you in the summertime, I loved you in the fall
I got to take you home with me, I got to make you ball
Do you feel all right, do you feel all right
You make us feel all right, you make us feel all right
You make us feel all right, you make us feel all right
Feel it baby, feel it
Feel it baby, feel it
You wanna clap your hands
You wanna clap your hands
I got to feel it
I got to feel it
Give us some of that
Give us some of that
You make us feel all right, you make us feel all right

Jam

(Girls talking on phone)
Q-Tip:
It was Friday afternoon in the middle of June
Heineken bottle caps and the aroma of boom
Around the time everybody had just got home from class
Shootin dice, talkin shit, hopin the cash would last
Yo, this was around the time when I didn't know no better
Juney moved around in a tinted out Jetta
Phife:
Then he introduced me to that hydro smoke
Then I took one toke, yo, I almost choked
See I never smoked before and my nerves got shot
Then he told me about the party at the spot jam rock
It was guaranteed on but I said "son, chill"
There's a joint around the way that's supposed to be real
Word
Q-Tip:
He said we got no Js, so we gonna do it right
Hit your man's joint first, then jam rock at one night
Then I said "aight", then I jumped inside the jetty
Let me take a shower, I'm sweaty, and then I'll be ready
Tonight is the night I get my groove on steady
And get my drink on with that Ford named Betty
I went upstairs to get fly, broke my tie
On some liquor, to meet my high quicker
Now, I'm tight, them know, the party is the M.O.
Me and my crew, we get it started like a demo
Eleven in the evenin, I'm feelin like a heathen
This thing is goin down and I highly doubt I'm leavin
Booty cheeks start to motion and the kids is drinkin potion
Word is bond, that Black Moon joint got me open
(Don't front)
Consequence:
A yo, the DJ put this short groove on
The good shit that makes a kid lose his drink
Blendin Risin to the Top and got these shorties hoppin
Nuthin but coppin, ain't no stoppin me now
Yo, I'm bound to win until that thing kicked in
The Alazay had me drunk, I don't know where to begin(echoed)
Phife:
Not I'm feelin kinda jaded, wildly coherent
Me and the fellas acted very irreverent
Butt grabbin, mad laughin and assin
Consequence:
When that chick caught up, the shorty lookin fed up
They say you drug one with this one, gibbin with that one
Q-Tip:
A yo, I'm just doin my thing, yo I'm just havin fun
You don't see me in here wylin pullin out no gun
Yo, I see some of that thing girl and I want some
So let's step inside this corner so that we can rap on
Over this bumpin ass song and some Dom Perignon
Phife;
I hit ya with the good lovin plus fillet mignon
(Yeah, yeah scrammy scrams, yo, that's that same old song)
(A yo, tell me why the hell your breath smells so strong)
Consequence;
Yo, put some brakes on your yappin or you won't live long
(Please nigga, push on)
Alright scrams, see you later (scrams)
Can't mess with these street sharks or these alligators
Phife:
I can't take it no more, yo it's damn near four
I've been partyin and drinkin since I came out my door
Q-Tip (Consequence)
Look at these kids about to mix it, damn, where's the exit?
(Son, jetted to the ride and got the burner out the Lexus)
Yo, he cocked his joint back like he's about to let him have it
(Kid, I kept it movin like the Energizer rabbit)
A yo yo, it's time to skate, ain't no time to contemplate

Jam

Verse juan
Listen up listen up
They all just be requesting me
Dialin cryin’ callin’ to their stations all suggestin’ me
Tellin’ all their friends that I am great and let the rest just be
And honestly I been agreed, but you know
I just wanna groove if you wanna groove
Move how you wanna move
I take you wanna be you wanna be
Show you what you’ve gotta see
Possibly and honestly
They call it a robbery
I stole your heart even if feel a spark
I just wanna move how you move
On the groove
With a team
Let em see
How you be
When you rollin with
Its all a good time tonight
And I swear i would like
Just to lay low
But you callin the radio, screamin like
Chorus
Can you play my JAM, I really like that JAM
Can you play my JAM, I really like that JAM.
Can you play my JAM, I really like that JAM.
Can you play my JAM, that Theo Martins JAM.
Verse Dos
I be jumpin runnin through your city with my hands high
You seem awfully bitter your mans aint got his shoes tied
Ya’ll can’t even run with me
Doing it so comfortably
I’m smoother than a summer breeze but you know
I just wanna groove if you wanna groove
Move how you wanna move
I take you wanna be you wanna be
Show you what you’ve gotta see
Possibly and honestly
They call it a robbery
I stole your heart even if feel a spark
I just wanna move how you move
On the groove
With a team
Let em see
How you be
When you rollin with
Its all a good time tonight
And I swear i would like
Just to lay low
But you callin the radio, screamin like
Chorus
Bridge x2
You see how I roll air tight
In a zone bare right
Take a toll fare aight
Make it all so right
They all love my jam
Screamin out you’re the man
I just do what I can
Maybe you understand

SCRAPE AWAY

SCRAPE AWAY - Paul Weller
Your twisted cynicism - makes me feel sick -
Your open disgust for 'idealistic naive'
You've given up hope - you're jaded and ill
The trouble is your thoughts a catching disease.
Oh - you need to get away
Oh - you need a change of pace
Because you're all dried up and you don't believe
You reckon I'm dreaming when I say I still feel real,
You say you work for yourself and it's the only way
But I look at you talking and to me you just scrape away -
What makes once young minds get in this state,
Is it age or just the social climate?
You're talking like some fucking hardened MP
You're saying power's all
And it's power you NEED!
Oh - you need to get away
Oh - you need a change of pace
Because you've given up on hope -
You're emotionless -
You've no need for love it's just hate, hate, hate.
But I look at you shaking and it is you -
Who is scraping away.
You who is scraping away..
SMITHER-JONES - Bruce Foxton
Here we go again, it's Monday at last,
He's heading for the Waterloo line.
To catch the 8am fast, its usually dead on time,
Hope it isn't late, got to be there by nine.
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie,
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones'
'How's the wife and home?'
'Did you get the car you've been looking for?' (repeat)
Let me get inside, let me take control of you,
We could have some good times,
All this worry will get you down,
I'll give you a new meaning to life - I don't think so.
Sitting on the train, you're nearly there
You're a part of the production line,
You're the same as him, you're like tin-sardines,
Get out of the pack, before they peel you back.
Arrive at the office, spot on time,
The clock on the wall hasn't yet struck nine.
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones',
'The boss wants to see you alone'.
'I hope its the promotion you've been looking for' (repeat)
'Come in Smithers old boy'
'Take a seat, take the weight off your feet'.
'I've some news to tell you'
'There's no longer a position for you' -
'Sorry Smithers-Jones'.
Put on the kettle to make some tea
It's all a part of feeling groovy
Put on your slippers turn on the TV
It's all a part of feeling groovy
It's time to relax now you've worked your arse off
But the only one smilin' is the sun tanned boss
Work and work and work and work til you die
Cause there's plenty more fish in the sea to fry.
LITTLE BOY SOLDIERS - Paul Weller
Its funny how you never knew what my name was,
Our only contact was a form for the election.
These days I find that you don't listen,
These days I find that we're out of touch,
These days I find that I'm too busy,
So why the attention now you want my assistance -
what have you done for me?
You've gone and got yourself in trouble,
Now you want me to help you out.
These days I find that I can't be bothered,
These days I find that its all too much,
To pick up a gun and shoot a stranger,
But I've got no choice so here I come - war games.
I'm up on the hills playing little boy soldiers,
Reconnaissance duty up at 5:30.
Shoot shoot shoot and kill the natives,
You're one of us and we love you for that.
Think of honour, Queen and country.
You're a blessed son of the British Empire,
God's on our side and so is Washington.
Come out on the hills with the little boy soldiers.
Come on outside - I'll sing you a lullabye,
And tell the tale of how goodness prevailed.
We ruled the world - we killed and robbed,
The fucking lot - but we don't feel bad.
It was done beneathe the flag of democracy,
You'll believe - and I do, yes I do - yes I do -
Yes I do -
These days I find that I can't be bothered,
To argue with them - well, what's the point?
Better to take your shots and drop down dead,
then they send you home in a pine overcoat.
With a letter to your mum

SET THE HOUSE ABLAZE

I was in the pub last night
When a mutual friend of ours said
He'd seen you in the uniform
Yeah the leather belt looks manly
The black boots butch
But oh what a bastard to get off
Promises, promises
They offer real solutions
But hatred has never won for long
You was so open minded
But by somebody blinded
And now your sign says closed
Promises, promises
They offer real solutions
But hatred has never won for long
I think we've lost our perception
I think we've lost sight of the goals we should be working for
I think we've lost our reason
We stumble blindly and that vision must be restored!
I wish that there was something
I could do about it
I wish that there was some way
I could try to fight it
Scream and shout it
It is called indoctrination
And it happens on all levels
But it has nothing to do with equality
It has nothing to do with democracy
And though it professes to
It has nothing to do with humanity

Shopping

High town, high street connections
With clothes at the top of my list
You could steal things from the jewelry department
But you can't take kind or steal a kiss
As I flit from shop window to window
I'm trying to pick up a friendly bargain
But it's not like the adverts all make out
And there's no one to greet you as a friend
I dress myself for the part
I smile but it just don't work
Something about my face must just be the wrong shape
I better try another brand pretty quick
I'm haunted by the colors and hoardings
A reminder that I must be inadequate
High town, high street connection

Slow Down

Well, come on pretty baby, won't you walk with me
Come on pretty baby, won't you talk with me
Come on baby, give me one more chance
Try to save me and our romance slow down
Baby, I'm not movin' away too fast
You better give me a little love
Give a little love
Baby what I love the best
So I used to walk you home
Baby after school carry your books home too
And now you got a boyfriend down the street
Baby what you tryin' to do? You better slow down
Babe, I'm not movin' away too fast
You better give a little love
Give a little love
Baby what I love the best
So your a little lover, tell the way I do
Come on pretty baby, walk two by two
I'll let you love me, your so fine child
The best woman I've ever had slow down
Babe, I'm not movin' away too fast
You better give a little love
Give a little love
Baby what I love the best
Slow down, slow down
Slow down, slow down baby

Smither Jones

SMITHER-JONES - Bruce Foxton
Here we go again, it's Monday at last,
He's heading for the Waterloo line.
To catch the 8am fast, its usually dead on time,
Hope it isn't late, got to be there by nine.
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie,
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones'
'How's the wife and home?'
'Did you get the car you've been looking for?' (repeat)
Let me get inside, let me take control of you,
We could have some good times,
All this worry will get you down,
I'll give you a new meaning to life - I don't think so.
Sitting on the train, you're nearly there
You're a part of the production line,
You're the same as him, you're like tin-sardines,
Get out of the pack, before they peel you back.
Arrive at the office, spot on time,
The clock on the wall hasn't yet struck nine.
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones',
'The boss wants to see you alone'.
'I hope its the promotion you've been looking for' (repeat)
'Come in Smithers old boy'
'Take a seat, take the weight off your feet'.
'I've some news to tell you'
'There's no longer a position for you' -
'Sorry Smithers-Jones'.
Put on the kettle to make some tea
It's all a part of feeling groovy
Put on your slippers turn on the TV
It's all a part of feeling groovy
It's time to relax now you've worked your arse off
But the only one smilin' is the sun tanned boss
Work and work and work and work til you die

SMITHERS-JONES

Here we go again, it's Monday at last
He's heading for the Waterloo line
To catch the 8 A m fast, it's usually dead on time
Hope it isn't late, got to be there by nine
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
Good Morning Smithers Jones
How's the wife and home?
Did you get the car you've been looking for?
Let me get inside you, let me take control of you
We could have some good times
All this worry will get you down
I'll give you a new meaning to life, I don't think so
Sitting on the train, you're nearly there
You're part of the production line
You're the same as him, you're like tin sardines
Get out of the pack, before they peel you back
Arrive at the office, spot on time
The clock on the wall hasn't yet struck nine
Good Morning Smithers Jones
The boss wants to see you alone
I hope it's the promotion you've been looking for
Come in Smithers old boy
Take a seat, take the weight off your feet
I've some news to tell you
There's no longer a position for you
Sorry Smithers Jones
Put on the kettle and make some tea
It's all a part of feeling groovy
Put on your slippers turn on the TV
It's all a part of feeling groovy
It's time to relax, now you've worked your arse off
But the only one smilin' is the sun tanned boss
Work and work and work and work till you die

SOUNDS FROM THE STREET

SOUNDS FROM THE STREET - Paul Weller
Sounds from the street, sounds so sweet
What's my name?
It hurts my brain to think
Sounds from the city, sound so pretty
Young bands playing
Young kids digging - And I dig them
The USA's got the sea
Yeah, but the British kid's got the streets
I don't mind, the city's right
Sounds from the street, sounds just fine
I know I come from Woking and you say I'm a fraud
But my heart's in the city, where it belongs
Words from the voices
Rock and roll rejoices
It's something new, it's something young for a change
Sounds from the street, they sound so sweet
They gotta take notice
Why should they stop us? We don't need them
We're never gonna change a thing
And the situation's rapidly decreasing
But what can I do?
I'm trying to be true

STANDARDS

We make the standards and we make the rules
And if you don't abide by them you must be a fool
We have the power to control the whole land
You never must question our motives or plans
Outlaw your voices, do anything we want
We've nothing to fear from the nation
We'll kick you out of your houses if you get too much
If we have to we'll destroy your generation
We've built up a frontage and we've gained respect
There's no one to endanger our position
Standards rule okay
Standards rule okay
Standards rule okay
Standards rule okay
And we don't like people who stand in our way
Awareness is gonna be redundant
And ignorance is strength, we have God on our side
Look, you know what happened to Winston
We make the standards and we make the rules
And if you don't abide by them you must be a fool
We have the power to control the whole land
You never must question our motives or plans
Standards rule okay
Standards rule okay
Standards rule okay
Standards rule okay
Standards rule okay
Standards rule okay
Standards rule okay

Start

It's not important for you to know my name
Nor I to know yours
If we communicate for two minutes only
It will be enough!
For knowing that someone in this world
Feels as desperate as me
And what you give is what you get
It doesn't matter if we never meet again
What we have said will always remain
If we get through for two minutes only
It will be a start!
For knowing that someone in this life
Loves with a passion called hate
And what you give is what you get
If I never ever see you
If I never ever see you
If I never ever see you... again

TAKIN' MY LOVE

TAKIN' MY LOVE - Paul Weller
Well come on pretty baby you know what I like now
You're shakin' all over and it's feeling alright now
You're rockin' and rollin' and I don't know what to say
But daddy's little cat's gonna rock all day
Well come on pretty woman you know what I mean now
Try and stop me or what's it gonna be babe,
Gonna fuck ya right to the end
The beat's just screaming right thru' your head
You're shakin' my heart, you're shakin' my soul -
I just go crazy when you rock-n-roll
There you go takin' my love from me
There you go takin' my love from me
Drive you home my country rose now
Hold you tight never let you go now
Kissing and huggin' outside your door

HERE COMES THE WEEKEND

If we tell you that you've got two days to live
Then don't complain, 'cause that's one more than you'd get in Zaire
So don't hang around and be foolish
Do something constructive with your weekend
From Monday morning I work for Friday nights
Collect my wages, then try to paint on the smell of soap
'Cause tonight I get ready early
Score what I need and go pick a girl up
It seems like ages since we had some fun
Here comes the weekend, I get to see the girls
Long live the weekend, the weekend is here
(The weekend starts here)
Everything feels right now
I know why I'm alive now
Everything else is a lie now
Now I know why I'm here
Here comes the weekend, I'm gonna do my head

Heatwave

Whenever I'm with him
Something inside starts to burnin'
And I'm filled with desire
Could it be a devil in me
Or is this the way love's supposed to be?
It's like a heat wave, burnin' in my heart
I can't keep from cryin', it's tearin' me apart
Whenever he calls my name
Soft, low, sweet and plain
I feel right there, I feel that burnin' flame
Has a high blood pressure got a hold on me
Or is this the way love's supposed to be?
It's like a heat wave, burnin' in my heart
I can't keep from cryin', it's tearin' me apart
Ooh, ooh, heat wave
Ooh, ooh, heat wave
Sometimes I stare in space, tears all over my face
I can't explain it, don't understand it
I ain't never felt like this before
Now that funny feelin' has me amazed
I don't know what to do, my head's in a haze
It's like a heat wave, burnin' in my heart
I can't keep from crying, it's tearin' me apart
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, oh yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, oh yeah

I NEED YOU (FOR SOMEONE)

I NEED YOU (FOR SOMEONE) - Paul Weller
I need you to keep me straight
When the world don't seem so great
And it's hard enough you know
I need you to be around
When my conscience brings me down
And the world feels so obscure
I want you to be the one
Who tells me off when I do wrong
And you know I can be bad
I need you, I need you
Say you'll stay, make my day
Now what have I done?
Was it something I said? Oh dear
I need you to turn me off
When you think I've said enough
To the extent of being a bore
I need you to tell me no -
Slap my wrists and send me home
Tell me I can't come again
Now why are you crying?

HEY MISTER

Because it's real you think it's a joke
Because it's on your doorstep you have to have a poke
At someone
It's only a cliche because it's all true
Time after time it happens through and through
To a new generation
You're just so smug in your elected seat
You've got your papers sorted out
But you can't find your feet
Well, I'm not surprised
Hey mister, with your head in the clouds
You can't see further than the shillings and pounds
The things that you say don't mean nothing anymore
You have no control they've broken down all the doors
And the only way that you'll fix them up is another war
If you think I'm gonna die in a financial war
You've got another thing coming and
And what's more there's lots like me
You juggle lives around with the stroke of a pen
But we've paid to see that move
And now we won't pay again
The cost is too high
Hey mister, your smiles been erased
You can't understand why we're losing face
Perhaps it's the promises that you never kept

Get Yourself Together

You say that you miss him
I can tell by the way you kiss him
Get yourself together
And you'll be alright
You say that you love him
Now he's gone so please forget him
Get yourself together
And you'll be alright
I'm just like you so take my lead
You see me as a friend but I'm a friend in need
Get yourself together
And you'll be alright
So if you feel that you need me
I'm here beside you can't you see me?
Get yourself together
And you'll be alright
Get yourself together

Funeral Pyre

Down in amongst the streets tonight
Books will burn, people laugh and cry in their turmoil
(Turmoil turns rejoiceful)
Shed your fears and lose your guilt
Tonight we burn responsibility in the fire
We'll watch the flames grow higher
But if you get too burnt
You can't come back home
And as I was standing by the edge
I could see the faces of those led pissing their selves laughing
(And the flames grew)
Their mad eyes bulged their flushed faces said
The weak get crushed as the strong grow stronger
We feast on flesh and drink on blood
Live by fear and despise love in a crisis
(What with today's high prices?)
Bring some paper and bring some wood
Bring what's left of all your love for the fire
We'll watch the flames grow higher
But if you get too burnt
You can't come back home
And as I was standing by the edge
I could see the faces of those led pissing their selves laughing
(And the flames grew)
Their mad eyes bulged their flushed faces said
The weak get crushed as the strong grow stronger
In the funeral pyre
We'll watch the flames grow higher
But if you get too burnt
You can't come back home
In the funeral pyre
I'll watch the flames grow higher
But if you get too burnt
You can't come back home
In the funeral pyre
(Well, I feel so old, when I feel so young)
We'll watch the flames grow higher
(Well, I just can't grow up to meet the demands)
But if you get too burnt
(Well, I feel so old, when I feel so young)
You can't come back home
(Well, I just can't grow up to meet the demands)
In the funeral pyre
(Well, I feel so old, when I feel so young)
(Well, I just can't grow up to meet the demands)
Well, I feel so old, when I feel so young

Happy Together

Thought that I would forget you?
Heaven knows that's not my style
And that I would let you walk away
Without at least goodbye
You shouldn't let those
Feelings fool you
You shouldn't let those
Feelings get you down
We're happy together now
Feeling you close to me, baby
Happy till the end of time
We're happy together now
Feeling you close to me, baby
Happy till the end of time
We're happy together
Happy together
Thought that I was a devil?
But I'm an angel waiting for my wings
And I was out to hurt you?
But I've no wish to ever cause you pain
'Cause there's enough
In this world of sorrow
I've no wish to add
Some more to it
We're happy together now
Feeling you close to me, baby
Happy till the end of time
We're happy together now
Feeling you close to me, baby
Happy till the end of time
We're happy together
Happy together
I don't hear a symphony
All I hear is the beating
Of what I'm trying to say
Is you're my only
We're happy together now
Feeling you close to me, baby
Happy till the end of time
We're happy together now
Feeling you close to me, baby
Happy till the end of time
We're happy together

Ghosts

Why are you frightened
Can't you see that it's you?
That ain't no ghost
It's a reflection of you
Why do you turn away
An' keep it out of sight?
Oh, don't live up to your given roles
There's more inside you
That you won't show
But you keep it hidden
Just like everyone
You're scared to show you care
It'll make you vulnerable
So you wear that ghost
Around you for disguise
But there's no need just
'Cos it's all we've known
There's more inside you
That you haven't shown
So keep on moving, moving
Moving your feet
Keep on s-s-shuffling
To this ghost dance beat
Just keep on walking down
Never ending streets
One day you'll walk
Right out of this life
And then you'll wonder
Why you didn't try
To spread some loving all around
Old fashioned causes like that still stand
Gotta rid this prejudice that ties you down
How do you feel at the end of the day?
Just like you've walked over your own grave
So why are you frightened
Can't you see that it's you?
At the moment there's nothing
So there's nothing to lose
Lift up your lonely heart

Fly

The way that sunlight flits across your skirt
Makes me feel I'm from another world
To touch your face in the morning light
I hope you're always gonna be around
The times I struggle to understand why
The ancient proverbs like, "Who am I?
Why am I here and what have I done?"
I see the answer's place my trust in you
Trust in you love, be with me then
That's when I want you
That's when I need you the most
I want us to be like Peter Pan
But dreams, it seems are weightless as sand
And man's supposedly is made of sand
It seems that man cannot survive at all
Let's disappear love, let's fly away
Into the demi-monde, into the twilight zone
The times inside I spent screaming at you
Release me please from this mortal jail
One shrug or smile can determine my fate
I'm lost for days and have myself to blame
Something I'm giving, is yours for the taking
Something like sunlight, love is a spotlight
Love is all sorrow, still I'll meet you tomorrow

ENGLISH ROSE

No matter where I roam
I will return to my English rose
For no bonds can ever tempt me from she
I've sailed the seven seas
Flown the whole blue sky
But I've returned with haste
To where my love does lie
No matter where I go
I will come back to my English rose
For nothing can ever tempt me from she
I've searched the secret mists
I've climbed the highest peaks
And caught the wild wind home
To hear her soft voice speak
No matter where I roam
I will return to my English rose
For no bonds can ever keep me from she
I've been to ancient worlds
I've scoured the whole universe
And caught the first train home
To be at her side
No matter where I roam
I will return to my English rose

Jam

I: Kevin Roy
Hirap umawit mag-isa
Ang kasabay lang ang lumang gitara
Parang walang saysay ang kilos ko sa mundo
II: Cookie Chua
Pero ang kinabukasan mo
Tungkulin ba ng ibang tao
Maghanap ng entablado mo't kalaro
III: Kevin Roy and Cookie Chua
Wag pagmasdan ang pangyayari
Gumana't gumalaw
Lamang sa ihip ng damdamin
Sabay sabay ng sumigaw
Chorus: (Both)
Kilos kabataan oras natin to
Makialam, makijam, makilahok
Kilos kabataan buhay natin to
Ang mundong dinatnan tayo magpatakbo
Makijam ka pare ko
IV: Kevin Roy
Gusto ko man maki-isa
Sa paglutas nangg mga problema
Anong magagawa ng isang katulad ko
V: Cookie Chua
Pero ang kinabukasan mo
Tungkulin ba ng ilang tao
Makibahagi sa bagahe ng mundo
VI: Kevin Roy and Cookie Chua
Wag pagmasdan ang pangyayari
Gumana't gumalaw
Lamang sa ihip ng damdamin
Sabay sabay ng sumigaw
(Repeat Chorus)
Bridge: (Both)
Kevin Roy
Matuto kang makisaya
Ang mundo may magka-iba
Cookie Chua
Sabay sabay kung mag-ingay
Makilahok, magpakilala

Jam

Starting over
To feel the way I do
A sudden stranger
To everything I knew
All the years together
Now the days we are apart
New experiences
New sensation for the heart
But you know that you will go back
Where you used to
Got to get some jam
Got to get some
To be alone was frightening
But I knew I had to stay
'Til all the dreamers came
To take my loneliness away
But you know that you will go back
Where you used to
Got to get some jam
You've got to get some
If all our life is dancing
Then let's just let the music play
What good is crying?
I'm going to jam my life away
But you know that you will go back
Where you used to
Where you used to
Starting over
To feel the way I do
A sudden stranger
To everything I knew
But you know that you will go back
Where you used to
But you know that you will go back
Where you used to
Got to get some jam
Got to get some
Got to get some jam
Got to get some

LIZA RADLEY (extras version)

Liza Radley, see the girl with long hair
See her creeping 'cross summer lawns at midnight
And all the people in the town where we live say
She's not quite right
She don't fit in with a small town
They just can't understand why she's doesn't stay in hospital
In a darkened room it's for their lives only she cries
Liza Radley, see her jump through loneliness
Liza Radley, take me when you go
And as the people pass by, their heads in the air
On to with their life's, she records a lonely sigh
But no matter what they say, in her mind she knows
Their dream of life they won't never find
And all the people in the town where we live say
She's not quite right
She don't fit in with a small town
They just can't understand she's doesn't stay in hospital
In a darkened room it's for their lives only she cries
Liza Radley, I pledge myself to you alone
But she kissed my face and said
Love means nothing at all
She kissed my face and said

Jam

A bailar
muevete ya
gira la cabeza
brinca para atras
a bailar
vuelve a girar
vete para abajo
y vuelves a empezar
Abran pista que esto ya arranco
todos juntos empecemos a bailar
salten al compas de la cancion
al ambiente se calienta un poco mas
No lo dudes el momento es hoy
que la musica no para de sonar
vibra al ritmo de tu corazon
el ambiente ya esta a punto de estallar
A bailar...
A bailar...
A bailar
come on everybody now
a bailar
come on everybody yeah
A bailar
come on everybody now
a bailar
come on everybody yeah
No lo dudes el momento es hoy
que la musica no para de sonar
vibra al ritmo de tu corazon
que la gente no termine de gozar
A bailar...
A bailar...
A bailar
come on everybody now...
A bailar...
A bailar...
A bailar
come on everybody now
a bailar

LIFE FROM A WINDOW

LIFE FROM A WINDOW - Paul Weller
Looking from a hill top, watching from a lighthouse,
Just dreaming
Up here I can see the world,
Ooh, sometimes it don't look nice - that's OK
Life from a window, I'm just taking in the view
Life from a window, observing everything around you
Staring at a grey sky, try to paint it blue,
teenage blue
Some people that you see around you, tell you how devoted they are
They tell you something on Sunday, but come Monday they've
changed their minds
I'm looking from a skyscraper
I'm standing on the Post Office tower -

LITTLE BOY SOLDIERS

LITTLE BOY SOLDIERS - Paul Weller
Its funny how you never knew what my name was,
Our only contact was a form for the election.
These days I find that you don't listen,
These days I find that we're out of touch,
These days I find that I'm too busy,
So why the attention now you want my assistance -
what have you done for me?
You've gone and got yourself in trouble,
Now you want me to help you out.
These days I find that I can't be bothered,
These days I find that its all too much,
To pick up a gun and shoot a stranger,
But I've got no choice so here I come - war games.
I'm up on the hills playing little boy soldiers,
Reconnaissance duty up at 5:30.
Shoot shoot shoot and kill the natives,
You're one of us and we love you for that.
Think of honour, Queen and country.
You're a blessed son of the British Empire,
God's on our side and so is Washington.
Come out on the hills with the little boy soldiers.
Come on outside - I'll sing you a lullabye,
And tell the tale of how goodness prevailed.
We ruled the world - we killed and robbed,
The fucking lot - but we don't feel bad.
It was done beneathe the flag of democracy,
You'll believe - and I do, yes I do - yes I do -
Yes I do -
These days I find that I can't be bothered,
To argue with them - well, what's the point?
Better to take your shots and drop down dead,
then they send you home in a pine overcoat.
With a letter to your mum

IT'S TOO BAD

All we seem to do is talk about it
We always end up shouting about it
There was a time when we could overcome it
But it's too late to say we'll just forget it
It's too bad that we had to break up
And too much said for us to ever make up
I could get by if I could just forget you
But things remind me and I feel so sad now
Same old feeling every time I see you
And every avenue I walk I'm behind you
Your back is turned and your eyes are closed girl
You move in circles that are out of my reach now
I could say I'm sorry
But it's not the point is it?
You want to play your games and
You don't mind if I get high
It's too bad that we had to break up
And too much said for us to ever make up
I could get by if I could just forget you
But things remind me and I feel so sad now
(It's too bad)
All we seem to do is talk about it
(It's too bad)
We always end up shouting about it
(It's too bad)
All we seem to do is talk about it
(It's too bad)
We always end up shouting about it
(It's too bad)
All we seem to do is talk about it
(It's too bad)
We always end up shouting about it

I'VE CHANGED MY ADDRESS

I'VE CHANGED MY ADDRESS - Paul Weller
Knew the time to leave had come when you pointed out your ring
Never could see what was in this matrimonial thing
Baby baby baby you sure made a noise when I left
And your father started shouting lest you ironed a shirt 'for I left
Baby baby baby, I've changed my address
Didn't mean to make you cry, but I know its for the best
Baby baby baby, I've changed my address
It's OK being in love girl, but then fun is second best
Would have like to explain first but it was a split decision thing
Couldn't see me settling down with a mortgage and a kid
Now I hear that you're looking for me, combing every single inch
You'll probably find me in Hyde Park

In The Midnight Hour

I'm gonna wait 'til the midnight hour
That's when my love comes tumbling down
I'm gonna wait 'til the midnight hour
That's when there's no one else around
I'm gonna take you, gonna hold you
Do all the things I told ya
Midnight hour, oh baby
I'm gonna wait 'til the stars come out
And see the sweet look in your eyes
I'm gonna wait 'til the midnight hour
That's when my love begins to shine
Well you're the only girl I know
Who really loves me so
Midnight hour, oh yeah
I'm gonna wait 'til the midnight hour
That's when my love comes tumbling down
I'm gonna wait 'til the midnight hour
That's when there's no one else around
I'm gonna take you, gonna hold you
Do all the things I told ya
Midnight hour, oh baby

In The Street Todaydavid Waller

IN THE STREET, TODAY - Paul Weller/David Waller
In the street today
Murder on the terraces,
Fools in high places,
It's all so sickening -
And we're so satisfied
In the street, tonight
Hate on every pavement
Paranoia on shop doorways
The kids want some action -
And who can fucking blame them now?

IN THE CITY

In the city there's a thousand things I wanna say to you
But whenever I approach you, you make me look a fool
I wanna say
I wanna tell you
About the young ideas
but you turn them into fears
In the city there's a thousand faces
all shining bright
And those golden faces are under 25
They wanna say
They're gonna tell you
About the young idea
You better listen now you've said your bit
And I know what you're thinking,
You still think I am crap
But you better listen man,
Cos the kids know where it's at
In the city there's a thousan men in uniforms
And I've heard they now have the right to kill a man
We wanna say, we gonna tell ya
About the young idea
And if it dont work, at least we'll say weve tried
In the city, in the city

IN THE CROWD

IN THE CROWD - Paul Weller
When I'm in the crowd, I don't see anything
My mind goes a blank, in the humid sunshine
when I'm in the crowd I don't see anything
I fall into a trance, at the supermarket
The noise flows me along, as I catch falling cans,
of baked beans on toast, technology is the most.
and everyone seems just like me,
they struggle hard to set themselves free
and their waiting for the change
When I'm in the crowd, I can't remember my name
and my only link is pots of Wall's ice cream
when I'm in the crowd - I don't see anything
Sometimes I think that it's a plot,
an equilibrium melting pot,
The government sponsors underhand,
When I'm in the crowd
When I'm in the crowd
When I'm in the crowd
And everyone seems that they're acting a dream,
'cause they're just not thinking about each other
and they're taking orders, which are media spawned
and they should know better, now you have been warned
and don't forget you saw it here first
When I'm in the crowd
When I'm in the crowd
When I'm in the crowd
And life just simply moves along
in simple houses, simple jobs
and no ones wanting for the change
When I'm in the crowd
When I'm in the crowd
When I'm in the crowd
MR. CLEAN - Paul Weller
Daylight dawns, you wake up and yawn - Mr. Clean -
A piece of toast from the one you love most - and you leave -
You get the bus in the 8 o'clock rush,
And catch your train in the morning rain -
Mr. Clean - Mr. Clean -
If you see me in the street - look away -
Cause I don't ever want to catch you looking at me -
Mr. Clean -
Cause I hate you and your wife,
And if I get the chance, I'll fuck up your life!
Mr. Clean -
IS THAT SEEN!
Surround yourself with dreams, of pretty young girls,
and anyone you want, but -
please don't forget me or any of my kind,
cause I'll make you think again,
When I stick your face in the grind -
Getting pissed at the annual office do -
Smart blue suit and you went to Cambridge too -
You miss page 3, but the Times is right for you -
And mum and dad are very proud of you -
Mr. Clean -
IT'S TOO BAD - Paul Weller
All we seem to do is talk about it
we always end up shouting about it
there was a time we could overcome it
But it's too late to say we'll just forget it
It's too bad that we had to break up
and too much said for us to ever make up
I could get by if I could just forget you
but things remind me and I feel so sad now
I could say I'm sorry
but it's not the point is it?
you want to play your games and
you don't mind if I get hurt.
Same old feeling everytime I see you
and every avenue I walk I'm behind you
your back is turned and your eyes are closed girl
you move in circles that are out of my reach now.
FLY - Paul Weller
The way that sunlight flits across your skirt,
makes me feel I'm from another world,
To touch your face in the morning light
I hope you're always gonna be around.
The times I struggle to understand why,
The ancient proverbs like "Who am I?"
"Why am I here" and "What have I done?"
I see the answer's place my trust in you.
Trust in you love, be with me then
That's when I want you, that's when I need you the most.
I want us to be like Peter Pan,
But dreams it seems are weightless as sand,
And man's supposedly is made of sand,
It seems that man cannot survive at all.
Let's disappear love, let's fly away,
Into the demi-monde, into the twilight zone.
The times inside I spent screaming at you,
Release me please from this mortal jail,
One shrug or smile can determine my fate,
I'm lost for days and have myself to blame.
Something I'm giving, is yours for the taking,
Something like sunlight, Love is a spotlight,
Love is all sorrow, still I'll meet you tomorrow
And look forward to see you, now I can't live without you.
BUT I'M DIFFERENT NOW - Paul Weller
Picked you up and let you down and
I never said a word -
But I'm different now and I'm glad that you're my girl
Mess you 'round and upset you - I hurt you most of all -
But I'm different now and I'm glad that you're my girl
Fun lasts for seconds, love lasts for days but
But you can't have both -
And I'm different now but I'm glad that you're my girl
Because I know I done some things
That I should never have done

Jam

Stay tranquilo,
oh noononono.
Booom like a bomba!
Sing ohhhhuoh, whaahahaa,
sing ohhhhuoh, sing whaaay
{x4}
What are you wanna saying about me?
come on get and wanna someone dance?
give me rhythm again
Booom like a bomba!
{refrain: x2}
and i wanna make you jam,
you can jam all night,
i wrote this song for you,
because you've gone alive.
said, i wanna make you jam,
you can jam all night,
i wrote this song for you,
because you feel the vibe.
I'm gonna sing a song,
come on!
sing ohhhhuoh, whaahahaa,
sing ohhhhuoh, sing whaaay
mr. eddy wata get the phone,
i mean, i know though his life,
feel all the rhythm come floor,
music keep me so high,
i miss to listen to the vibe,
i feel that make me find your ways,
eddy wata on the mike,
i know why kia condemned me.
{au refrain, x2}
Sing ohhhhuoh, whaahahaa,
sing ohhhhuoh, sing whaaay.
If mr. wata get the phone,
i mean, i look of his life,
i wanted the music flow,
i think i make me wanna waste,
hey mr. listen to the pot,
i know cofeta lets you down,
eddy wata on the mike,
i know why kia condemned me.
{au refrain, x2}

Worlds Apart

Worlds apart, you and I, we're worlds apart
The difference between every day
I can't think of the words to say
Worlds apart, you and I, we're worlds apart
I've been in some clubs where the music's loud
‘cos I see your face in every crowd
But it's not really you
It's like having a cold on a summers day
Something ain't right and I want you to stay
You must know that

SO SAD ABOUT US

So sad about us
So sad about us
Sad - never meant to break up
Sad - suppose we'll never make up
Sad about us
So bad about us
So bad about us
Bad - let the music stop now
Bad - suppose we can't turn back now
Bad about us
Apologies mean nothing when the damage is done
But you can't switch off my loving
Like you can't switch off the sun
So sad about us
So bad about us
Sad - never meant to break up
Sad - suppose we'll never make up

DAVID WATTS

I am a dull and simple lad
Cannot tell water from champagne
And I have never met the Queen
And I wish I could have all he has got
I wish I could be like David Watts
And when I lie on my pillow at night
I dream I could fight like David Watts
And lead the school team to victory
Take my exams and pass the lot
I wish I could be like David Watts
I wish I could be like David Watts
I wish I could like, like David Watts
I wish I could be like David Watts
He is the head boy at the school
He is the captain of the team
His is so gay and fancy free
And I wish I could have all he has got
I wish I could be like David Watts
And all the girls in the neighborhood
Try to go out with David Watts
The try their best but can't succeed
For he is of pure and noble breed
I wish I could be like David Watts
I wish I could be like David Watts
I wish I could be like David Watts
I wish I could be like David Watts
I wish I could be like
I wish I could be like
I wish I could be like
I wish I could be like
David Watts
David Watts
David Watts

I GOT BY IN TIME

Saw a girl that I used to know
I was deep in thought at the time
Don't recognise the face at first
'Cause I was probably looking at mine
Well she was the only girl I've ever loved
But my folks didn't dig her so much
I was young
It was serious
To me she was the world (she was my world now)
I thought I'd never live without her,
But I got by in time
Well let me tell you now,
Saw a guy that I used to know
Man he'd changed so much
I think it hurt him to say 'hello',
'Cause he hardly opened his mouth
Yeah well he was my best friend a few years ago
Truly inseperable
We were young
and full of ideals
We were gonna rule this whole world
But something happened
I didn't know why
But that's the way that it goes.
I suppose,
What you say - what you do
Don't mean nothing, nothing at all
And all the bonds you make between ya
Can be broken any time you want now
Please tell me if my philosophy's wrong
I've got to know the truth
I don't mean to offend anyone but,
You know it's something that I do, oh-
So nice to see you tonight,
And I'm so glad that you came
Some of the people standing outside, say
Sure feel the same
Yeah my point is in a round about way
Given time he'll always forget
'Cos the memories
That are shouting me on
To me everything (you're everything now)
And it always will be mine, yeah

RUNNING ON THE SPOT

I was hoping we'd make real progress -
But it seems we have lost the power
Any tiny step of advancement
Is like a raindrop falling into the ocean -
We're running on the spot - always have - always will?
We're just the next generation of the emotionally crippled.
Though we keep piling up the building blocks
The structure never seems to get any higher
Because we keep kicking out the foundations
And stand useless while our lives fall down.
I believe in life - and I believe in love
But the world in which I live in - keeps trying to prove me wrong.
Out in the pastures we call society
You can't see further than the bottom of your glass
Only young but easily shocked
You get all violent when the boat gets rocked -
Just like sheep - little lambs into the slaughter
Don't fully grasp what exactly is wrong -
Truth is you never cared - still -
You get all violent when the boat gets rocked -
Intelligence should be our first weapon
And stop reveling in rejection
And follow yourselves, not some ageing drain brain
Whose quite content to go on feeding you garbage
We're running on the spot - always have - always will?

POP ART POEM

Kid walks down the street
Bumps into emptiness
Pow!
Kid looks at the sky
Looks at his watch
Decides to go home
Zap!
Kid spies pretty girl
Walks up to her
Kisses her
On the mouth
Where else?
And all day long I was thinking
I was thinking this, that and the other
And...
When!
So am I
I made this up as I went along

ALL MOD CONS

Seen you before, I know your sort,
You think the world awaits your every breath
You'll be my friend, or so you say
You'll help me out when the time comes
And all the time we're getting rich,
You hang around to help me out
But when we're skint, Oh God Forbid!
You drop us like hot bricks
Artistic Freedom. Do what you want.
But just make sure that the money ain't gone
I'll tell you what, I got you sussed

'A' BOMB IN WARDOUR STREET

Where the streets are paved with blood
With cataclysmic overtones
Fear and hate linger in the air
A strictly no-go deadly zone
I don't know what I'm doing here
'Cause it's not my scene at all
There's an A-bomb in Wardour Street
They've called in the army
They've called in the police too
I'm stranded on the vortex floor
My head's been kicked in
And blood's started to pour
Through the haze I can see my girl
15 geezers got her pinned to the door
I try to reach her but fall back to the floor
A-bomb in Wardour Street
It's blown up the West End
Now it's spreading through the city
A-bomb in Wardour Street
It's blown up the city
Now it's spreading through the country
Law and order take a turn for the worst
In the shape of a size 10 boot
Rape and murder throughout the land
And they tell you that you're still a free man
If this is freedom I don't understand
'Cause it seems like madness to me
A-bomb in Wardour Street, hate bomb
Hate bomb, hate bomb, hate bomb
A Philistine nation of degradation
And hate and war, there must be more
It's doctor Martin's A P O C A L Y P S E

AND YOUR BIRD CAN SING

Tell me that you've got everything you want
But you don't get me
You say you've seen seven wonders
And you're bird is green
But you don't see me
When your prized possessions start to weigh you down
Look in my direction,
I'll be 'round
I'll be 'round
When your bird is broken
Will it bring you down
You may feel awoken
I'll be 'round
I'll be 'round
You tell me that you've heard every sound there is
And your bird can swing
But you don't get me

Carnaby Street

Take a look at the great street
It don't seem the same
Remember how great it should be
Shops are full of fashion
People told what they want
The street that was a part of the
British Monarchy
British Monarchy
Who wants cafgans and all that
We don't need them now
Why should we accept the change
And buy clothes of today
Kids repel the change and
Bring back the street
Shops filled by whole nations
Carnaby Street
Carnaby Street
The street is a mirror
For our country
Reflects the rise and fall
Of our nation
The street that was a legend
Is a mockery
A part of the British tradition
Gone down the drain
You don't need no glass ball
To see it's faults
Take a walk along that street
And you'll see what I mean
Carnaby Street
Carnaby Street
(not what it used to be)
Carnaby Street

Jam

[Kim Kardashian - Intro]
Turn me up, Turn me up, Turn me, Turn me, Turn me up
Yeah (x8)
Turn me up, Turn me up, Turn me, Turn me, Turn me up
Yeah (x8)
[Verse 1]
Im goin out tonight, its goin down
Headed straight to the front of the line, on the fly
On the floor I cant stand still
And im goin to work like im paying my bills (bills)
My whole clicks on the floor (the floor)
We gon party, then party some more (some more)
Rozay up in the air
Feeling good, feeling great, just got paid
[Chorus]
And they playin' my jam
They playin, my jam
Turn it up, Turn It Up (DJ)
Turn it up, so I can rock the night away (away)
[Verse 2]
Imam burn it out tonight, its goin down
By live via satellite
And all I see is angels in my eyes
Buzz got me way up in the sky
Maybach in the front (the front)
Pick out any boy that I want (I want)
DJ here I am
Feeling good, feeling great, just got paid
[Chorus]
And they playin' my jam
They playin, my jam
Turn it up, Turn It Up (DJ)
Turn it up, so I can rock the night away (away)
[Bridge]
Girls in the building
Fellas in the club
Boys spending money
Girls looking good
Im on the floor, living my life
Feeling so good, feeling so right
Got my hands up
Celebrate like its my birthday
5 more shots of tequila
I’m thirsty
Feeling so good, I’m feeling so great
Tonight (x4)
[Outro]
Turn me up, Turn me up, Turn me, Turn me Turn me up
Yeah (x8)

Jam

One more time he says good-night
Turns out the door and off the light
Cursing low as if she didn't know
One more time he'd comfort her
As if a word could break through her
Shes so quiet and he's sick of it
Too long, too late this time
Too far, too great in my mind
One more time a run-around
Nothing meant by anyone
Fine with them, such a quite din
Says he wants to leave a while
She just sits and tries to smile
Thats ok, it was boring anyway
Too long, too late this time
Too far, too great in my mind
Says she needs a worshiper
Someone who'll do anything at all for her
Wishful thinker
He don't need this schizo bull
Each one misses by so far

WE'VE ONLY STARTED

It's like the middle of age
I feel the space between us all
A forced expense, but the big divide
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
Let's take a chance with beginner's luck
We have nothing so there's nothing to lose
I can't believe the only reasons we're here
Are the reasons in the Bank of England
Hear me now, we've only started
They'll just exploit us but it's only day one
We haven't got that far

THICK AS THIEVES

Times were so tough, but not as tough as they are now
We were so close and nothing came between us and the world
No personal situations
Thick as thieves us, we'd stick together for all time
And we meant it but it turns out just for a while
We stole the friendship that bound us together
We stole from the schools and their libraries
We stole from the drugs that sent us to sleep
We stole from the drink that made us sick
We stole anything that we couldn't keep
And it was enough, we didn't have to spoil anything
And always be as thick as thieves
Like a perfect stranger, you came into my life
Then like the perfect lone ranger
You rode away, rode away, rode away, rode away
We stole the love from young girls in ivory towers
We stole autumn leaves and summer showers
We stole the silent wind that says you are free
We stole everything that we could see
But it wasn't enough - and now we've gone and spoiled everything
Now we're no longer as thick as thieves
You came into my life
Then like a perfect stranger
You walked away, walked away, walked away, walked away
Thick as thieves us, we'd stick together for all time
And we meant it but it turns out just for a while
We stole the friendship that bound us together
We stole the burning sun in the open sky
We stole the twinkling stars in the black night
We stole the green belt fields that made us believe
We stole everything that we could see
But something came along that changed our minds
I don't know what and I don't know why
But we seemed to grow up in a flash of time
While we watched our ideals helplessly unwind
No, we're no longer as thick as thieves - no
We're not as thick as we used to be, no
We're no longer as thick as thieves, no
We're not as thick as we used to be
No it wasn't enough
And we've gone and spoiled everything

When You're Young

Life is timeless, days are long when you're young
You used to fall in love with everyone
Any guitar and any bass drum
Life is a drink and you get drunk when you're young
Life is new and there's things to be done
You can't wait to be grown up
Acceptance into the capital world
You pull on some weed, then you pull on someone when you're young
But you find out life isn't like that
It's so hard to comprehend
Why you set up your dreams to have them smashed in the end
But you don't mind you've got time on your side
And they're never gonna make you stand in line
You're just waiting for the right time
You're fearless and brave - you can't be stopped when you're young
You swear you're never ever gonna work for someone
No corporations for the new age sons
Tears of rage roll down your face
But still you say "it's fun"
And you find out life isn't like that
It's so hard to understand
Why the world is your oyster but your future's a clam
It's got you in its grip before you're born
It's done with the use of a dice and a board
They let you think you're king but you're really a pawn
You're fearless and brave - you can't be stopped when you're young
You used to fall in love with everyone

STONED OUT OF MY MIND

Baby when I found out you were lying
Playing around and conniving
Undesired tears I was crying
'Cause sugar coated as I was buying
I was just a backseat driver in a car of love
Going wherever you take me
Don't know why I put up with the pain
'Cause no one else can make me
You've got me going - stoned out of my mind
And when you led me to the waters I drank it
But I drank more than I could hold
And you took my mind off my body
And now you want to take my soul
Where can I run?
Where can I hide?
Who can I talk to?
Tell me what more can I do?
You've got me going - stoned out of my mind
Playing around with every guy in town
It's funny I just can't put you down
See my head - it's spinning around

TOWN CALLED MALICE

Better stop dreaming of the quiet life
'Cause it's the one we'll never know
And quit running for that runaway bus
'Cause those rosy days are few
And stop apologizing for the things you've never done
'Cause time is short and life is cruel but it's up to us to change
This town called Malice
Rows and rows of disused milk floats
Stand dying in the dairy yard
And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk
Bottles to their hearts
Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry
It's enough to make you stop believing when tears come fast and furious
In a town called Malice, yeah
Struggle after struggle, year after year
The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice I'm almost stone cold dead
In a town called Malice, ooh yeah
A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef
Gets dashed against the cop
To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear
It's a big decision in a town called Malice, ooh yeah
Ooh, the ghost of a steam train echoes down my track
It's at the moment bound for nowhere just going round and round
Playground kids and creaking swings
Lost laughter in the breeze
I could go on for hours and I probably will
But I'd sooner put some joy back in this town called Malice, yeah ooh
In this town called Malice, yeah

Strange Town

Found myself in a strange town
Though I've only been here for three weeks now
I've got blisters on my feet
Trying find a friend in Oxford Street
I bought an A to Z guide book
Trying to find the clubs and YMCAs
But when you ask in a strange town
They say don't know, don't care
And I've got to go, mate
They worry themselves about feeling low
They worry themselves about the dreadful snow
They all ignore me 'cause they don't know
I'm really a spaceman from those UFOs
You've got to move in a straight line
You've got to walk and talk in four four time
You can't be weird in a strange town
You'll be betrayed by your accent and manners
You've got to wear the right clothes
Be careful not to pick or scratch your nose
You can't be nice in a strange town
'Cause we don't know, don't care
And we got to go, man
Rush my money to the record shops
I stop off in a back street
Buy myself a snort
We got our own manifesto
Be kind to queers
And I'm so glad the revolution's here
It's nice and warm now!
I've finished with clubs where the music's loud
'Cause I don't see a face in a single crowd
There's no one there
I look in the mirror
But I can't be seen
Just a thin, clean layer of Mister Sheen
Looking back at me
Oh, oh
Found myself in a strange town
Though I've only been here for three weeks now
I've got blisters on my feet
Trying find a friend in Oxford Street
I bought an A to Z guide book
Trying to find the clubs and YMCAs
They say don't know, don't care
And I've got to go, mate
They worry themselves about feeling low
They worry themselves about the dreadful snow
They all ignore me 'cause they don't know
I'm really a spaceman from those UFOs
Strange town
Break it up
Burn it down, shake it up

Move On Up