Paul Weller songbook by @NilOrange

Anything that you wanna do, anyplace that you wanna go Don‘t need permission for everything that you want Any taste that you feel is right Wear any clothes just as long as they‘re bright Say what you want, ‘cos this is a new art school Do what you want if it takes your mind Better do it now, ‘cos you won‘t have time And never worry if people laugh at you The fools only laugh ‘cos they envy you Time is motion and the hands are fast Young words are mumbled, they don‘t always last It‘s up to us to be sure they understand Who makes the rules that make people select Who is to judge that your ways are correct The media as watchdog is absolute shit The TV telling you what to think Anything that you wanna do, anyplace that you wanna go Don‘t need permission for everything that you want Any taste that you feel is right Wear any clothes just as long as they‘re brightSay what you want, ‘cos this is a new art school Do what you want, ‘cos this is the new art school

The Jam | 1977

ART SCHOOL

Knew the time to leave had come when you pointed out your ring Never could see what was in this matrimony thing Baby, baby, baby you sure made a noise when I left And your father started shouting lest you ironed my shirts ‘fore I left Would‘ve liked 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 you‘ve been looking for me Combing every single inch You‘ll probably find me in Hyde Park Try the hotel first then a bench Baby, baby, baby I‘ve changed my address I didn‘t mean to make you cry but I know it‘s for the best Baby, baby, baby I‘ve changed my address It‘s OK being in love girl, but then fun is second best No one‘s gonna tie me down Nobody tell me what to do Don‘t you see I‘ve got to be free Sorry baby that‘s the way it is - get with me I said maybe! I didn‘t mean to break your heart and I know it‘s not your choice Better think of it this way, there‘s other fools to entice That‘s right! Baby, baby, baby I‘ve changed my address I didn‘t mean to make you cry but I know it‘s for the best Baby, baby, baby I‘ve changed my address It‘s OK being in love girl, but then fun is second best Baby, baby, baby I‘ve changed my address I didn‘t mean to make you cry but I‘m sure it‘s for the best Baby, baby, baby I‘ve changed my address It‘s OK being in love girl, but then fun is second best

The Jam | 1977

I‘VE CHANGED MY ADDRESS

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, slow down, slow down

The Jam | 1977

SLOW DOWN

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, ohSo 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 And no one can take them away

The Jam | 1977

I GOT BY IN TIME

Things are getting just too cozy for me And I see people as they see me Gonna break away and gain control You free your mind You free your soul I was the type who knocked at old men (history‘s easy) Who together at tables sit and drink beer (somewhere is really) Then I saw that I was really the same So this link‘s breaking away from the chain Away from the numbers, Away from the numbers Is where I‘m gonna be Away from the numbers, Away from the numbers Is where I am free I was sick and tired of my little niche Well gonna break away and find where life is And all those fools I thought were my friends (coaching is easy) They now stare at me and don‘t see a thing (reality‘s so hard) Till their life is over and they start to moan How they never had the chance to make good Away from the numbers, Away from the numbers Is where I‘m gonna be Away from the numbers, (away from the numbers) Away from the numbers Is where I am free Is where I am free Is where I‘m gonna be Is reality Reality‘s so hard, reality‘s so hard …

The Jam | 1977

AWAY FROM THE NUMBERS

In the city there‘s a thousand things I want to 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 gonna tell ya About the young idea You better listen now you‘ve said your bit-a And I know what you‘re thinking You still think I am crap But you‘d better listen man Because the kids know where it‘s at In the city there‘s a thousand 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 don‘t work, at least we still tried In the city, in the city In the city there‘s a thousand things I want to say to you

The Jam | 1977

IN THE CITY

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 That‘s more than you, at least I‘m doing something

The Jam | 1977

SOUNDS FROM THE STREET

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 Non-stop dancing

The Jam | 1977

NON-STOP DANCING

Whatcha trying to say that haven‘t tried to say before You‘re just another red balloon with a lot of hot gass Why don‘t you fuck off? And you think you‘ve got it worked out And you think you‘ve got it made And you trying to play the hero But you never walk home in the dark I think it‘s time for truth And the truth is you‘ve lost uncle Jimmy Admit your failure and decline with honour while you can And you think you‘ve got it sussed out And you think that we‘re brain washed And you‘re trying for a police state So you can rule our body and minds What ever happend to the great empire? You bastards haved turned it into manure Time for the young to stick together now I bet you sleep at night with silk sheets and a clean mind While killers roam the streets in numbers dressed in blue And you‘re trying to hide it from us But you know what I mean Bring forward those six pigs We wanna see them swing sod high

The Jam | 1977

TIME FOR TRUTH

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 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 Til your pa sees and wants no more

The Jam | 1977

TAKIN‘ MY LOVE

Bricks and mortar, reflecting social change, Cracks in the pavement, reveal cravings for success Why do we try to hide our past By pulling down houses and build car parks Windows and mirrors like a two-way glass This is progress, nothing stands in its path Yellow bulldozers, the donkey jackets and J.C.B.‘s While hundreds are homeless they‘re constructing a parking space Why do they have to knock them down And leave the site dormant for months on end? Who has the right to make that choice? WHEN MODERN HOUSES cost forty grand Tell me! Bricks and mortar, bricks and mortar Knock ‘em down!

The Jam | 1977

BRICKS AND MORTAR

Oi! All over the country (We want a new direction) I said all over this land (We need a reaction) Well there should be a youth explosion (Inflate creation) But something we can command What‘s the point in saying destroy I want a new life for everywhere We want a direction (All over the country) I want a direction (All over this land) Because this is your last chance You can‘t dismiss what is gone before But there‘s foundations for us to explore I said All around the world I‘ve been looking for new Youth explosion! A new direction We want a reaction Inflate creation Looking for new!

The Jam | 1977

All Around The World

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 (not what it used to be)

The Jam | 1977

CARNABY STREET

This is a modern world - This is the modern world What kind of a fool do you think I am? You think I know nothing of the modern world All my life has been the same I‘ve learned to live by hate and pain It‘s my inspiration drive I‘ve learned more than you‘ll ever know Even at school I felt quite sure That one day I would be on top And I‘d look down upon the map The teachers that said I‘d be nothing This is the modern world that I‘ve learnt about This is the modern world, we don‘t need no one To tell us what‘s right or wrong Say what you like ‘cause I don‘t care I know where I am and going to It‘s somewhere I won‘t preview Don‘t have to explain myself to you I don‘t give two fucks about your review

The Jam | 1977

THE MODERN WORLD

London traffic (state of confusion) London traffic (blocking the streets) London traffic (going nowhere) London traffic (polluting the air) Drive round London in a car Donâ&#x20AC;&#x2DC;t really want to go far So many cars fill the streets Wonder why we bother at all London traffic is a problem London traffic too many cars One way systems look very neat Coloured signs direct the streets No one knows the answer No one seems to care Take a look at our city Take the traffic elsewhere Leave the city free from traffic Give the place a chance to survive Dirt and filth cover London Give it a chance to breath again

The Jam | 1977

LONDON TRAFFIC

Oh 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 ‘Cause we‘ll 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 ‘Cause we‘ve built up a frontage and we‘ve gained respect There‘s no one to endanger our position Standards rule OK Standards rule OK Standards rule OK Standards rule OK 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 happend to Winston

The Jam | 1977

STANDARDS

Looking from a hilltop, watching from a lighthouse, Just dreaming. Up here I can see the world Sometimes it don‘t look nice - but 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, trying to paint it blue Teenage blue Life from a window, I‘m just taking in the view Life from a window, watching everyone around you Some people that you see around you Tell you how devoted they are They tell you something new on Sunday, but come Monday They‘ve changed their minds I‘m looking from a skyscraper I‘m standing on the Post Office tower So I can see - all there is to see Life from a window, I‘m taking in the view Life from a window,watching everything around you I‘m looking from a skyscraper I‘m standing on the Post Office tower So I can see - all there is to see

The Jam | 1977

LIFE FROM A WINDOW

And life is very different, when you‘re in a crowd When you‘re in a crowd, you see things as they really are The smell the fear and hate, generated by all around I wanna breakaway, but the ties are too strong I wanna go on holiday, but the crowd says I can‘t See life is very difficult, when you‘re in a crowd Sometimes in the night, I wish I was faraway But then I realize, even escape will be in vain I wanna close my eyes and be like the rest I mean, nobody wants to die, although the crowd say they do Look, life is very intricate, when you‘re in a crowd Life becomes the movies And everyone has a role It‘s easy being the actors When the combine‘s the only star Sunday papers And the dailies Ena Sharples Page 3 girls News at ten War in Rhodesia Far away In a distant land But we‘re alright We‘re nice and warm here No one to hurt us Except ourselves

The Jam | 1977

THE COMBINE

A boy I know is sick in his head At least that‘s what the doctors say he is Shut in his room for hours on end Looks like he‘s forgotten, but is he His mind it ticks, more than you know One day something in his head will click Warders fill him full of lies, he fights he knows They‘ll never convince him that he‘s mad! At breakfast he is strapped in a chair (won‘t go far) Just a word out of place, he‘s sent to his room Don‘t tell them you‘re sane They‘ll laugh and put you to sleep Don‘t tell them you‘re sane, but you are Tell me what you did today, was it good What was it like and who was it with Don‘t think I‘m prying I‘d just like to know Why it is you do things so slow Take him to the doctor, see what he says I don‘t know why he bothers, he‘s in for good

The Jam | 1977

DON‘T TELL THEM YOU‘RE SANE

In the street today Murder on the terraces And 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

The Jam | 1977

IN THE SRTEET TODAY

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 on 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 done I know what it is to be young You‘re only searching for today To see the answers about yesterday And I hope you find

The Jam | 1977

london girl

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 seems 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 Have I gone too far - again I need you keep me straight, when the world don‘t seem so great and its hard enough you know I need you, I need you Say you‘ll stay Make my day

The Jam | 1977

I NEED YOU (FOR SOMEONE)

If we tell you that you‘ve got two days to live Then don‘t complain, ‘cos 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 Long live the weekend, the weekend is dead

The Jam | 1977

HERE COMES THE WEEKEND

Tonight at noon, tonight at noon When we meet in the midnight hour, I will bring you night flowers (coloured) Like your eyes Tonight at noon, I‘ll touch your hand Held for a moment amongst strangers Amongst the dripping trees Country girl Walking in city squares in winter rain Walking down muddy lanes or empty streets Arranging a time and place to meet Tonight at noon, you‘ll feel my warmth You‘ll feel my body inside you We‘ll be together for hours Time and tears Won‘t wait for evermore For the time is now And now is the time to explore Why waste the world outside When you‘re sure

The Jam | 1977

TONIGHT AT NOON

Power, Pop! Read about the things that happen throughout the world Don‘t be 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 cameras 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 Don‘t believe it all Find out for yourself Check before you spread News of the world Never doubt Never ask Never moan Never search Never find Never know Each morning our key to the world comes through the door More than often its 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 Read all about it, read all about it - news of the world

The Jam | 1978

NEWS OF THE WORLD

Well nothing seems too clear to him anymore Well funny how he’s the one who’s always so confused People point the finger, they all look at him Well can’t somebody tell him what he’s done wrong? Well what has he done to you or someone? Nobody speaks - or should he know? Thinks their all to blame, nothing clear to him anymore Can’t think straight, can’t sort himself out Innocent! That man, you know he is Innocent! Don’t lie, you know you have Innocent! Hell die if the truth is missed out The time has come For that man to be hung I hope you’re convinced That he was the one It’s alright for you, just another case You don’t give a damn, just another face But what about his friends, his family, and his wife? You don’t have the right to take that man’s life An innocent man condemned by you Instead of him, it should be you! Innocent! That man, you know he is Innocent! Don’t lie, you know you have Innocent! Hell die if the truth is missed out

The Jam | 1978

INNOCENT MAN

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 my time comes.

The Jam | 1978

ALL MOD CONS

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 prove that I‘m a man And be No. 1 - and liked by everyone Getting drugged up with my trendy friends They really dig me, man, 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 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 so I stay confined to my lonely room

The Jam | 1978

TO BE SOMEONE (DIDN‘T WE HAVE …)

Daylight dawns, you wake up and yawn - Mr. Clean A piece of toast from the one you love most - and you leave You catch your 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 - 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 grime 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 - etc.

The Jam | 1978

MR. CLEAN

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 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 neighbourhood Try to go out with David Watts TheY try their best but canâ&#x20AC;&#x2DC;t succeed For he is of pure and noble breed

The Jam | 1978

DAVID WATTS

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 a 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

The Jam | 1978

IN THE CROWD

If it‘s not you moaning, then it‘s someone else, Jumping down my throat, every chance you get, If it‘s not you crying, then it‘s probably me You‘re a little dog messing up my tree Billy Hunt is a magical world, Full of strippers and long legged girls Clark Kent‘s got nothing on me, I‘ll spy like James Bond and die like King Kong Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, etc I remember the first day at my job, I didn‘t get on to well with the foreman, Bob Do this. Do that. Don‘t even stop for a cough. He used to be a sergeant in the R.A.F. No one pushes Billy Hunt around, Well they do, but not for long ‘cause when I get fit and grow bionic arms the whole world‘s gonna wish it weren‘t born Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, etcct I could be a Superman Satisfy any whim that I wanted to, I could be a Human machine I could show Steve Austin a thing or two If it‘s not you moaning, then it‘s someone else, Jumping down my throat, every chance you get, If it‘s not you crying, then it‘s probably me You‘re a little dog messing up my tree No one pushes Billy Hunt around, Well they do, but not for long ‘cause when I get fit and grow bionic arms the whole world‘s gonna wish it weren‘t born -

The Jam | 1978

BILLY HUNT

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 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 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!

The Jam | 1978

IT‘S TOO BAD

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

The Jam | 1978

FLY

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. And its always in the back of my mind The place I love is no where near here, Not within a mile 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

The Jam | 1978

THE PLACE I LOVE

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 to. 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 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. 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!

The Jam | 1978

‚A‘ BOMB IN WARDOUR STREET

The distant echo of faraway voices boarding faraway trains To take them home to the ones that they love and who love them forever The glazed, dirty steps - repeat my own and reflect my thoughts Cold and uninviting, partially naked Except for toffee wrapers and this morning‘s papers Mr. Jones got run down Headlines of death and sorrow - they tell of tomorrow Madmen on the rampage And I‘m down in the tube station at midnight I fumble for change - and pull out the Queen Smiling, beguiling I put in the money and pull out a plum Behind me Whispers in the shadows - gruff blazing voices Hating, waiting „Hey boy“ they shout - „have you got any money?“ And I said - „I‘ve a little money and a take away curry, I‘m on my way home to my wife. She‘ll be lining up the cutlery, You know she‘s expecting me Polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork“ And I‘m down in the tube station at midnight I first felt a fist, and then a kick I could now smell their breath They smelt of pubs and Wormwood Scrubs And too many right wing meetings My life swam around me It took a look and drowned me in its own existence

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The Jam | 1978

DOWN IN THE TUBE STATION AT MIDNIGHT

41 The smell of brown leather It blended in with the weather It filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth It blocked all my senses Couldn‘t see, hear, speak any longer And I‘m down in the tube station at midnight I said I was down in the tube station at midnight The last thing that I saw As I lay there on the floor Was „Jesus Saves“ painted by an atheist nutter And a British Rail poster read „Have an Awayday - a cheap holiday Do it today!“ I glanced back on my life And thought about my wife ‘cause they took the keys and she‘ll think its me And I‘m down in the tube station at midnight The wine will be flat and the curry‘s gone cold I‘m down in the tube station at midnight Don‘t want to go down in a tube station at midnight

it‘s right for the night, thousands of lights, show us the way. Me and my mates, will have a good time in the amusement acrade. unpack your bags, we‘re here at last for the birds that play ball. This is it! it‘s what it‘s all about! we worked all week for this, let‘s go Go to the pub, dance for a while have a drink or so please ourselves, do what we want tonight‘s ours to have fun The night will soon be gone it goes too fast, let‘s not waste time no need to worry ourselves, now The night, the night of our week one night we remember it well no one can take it away no one can deny us the night the night, one night Hear the sea come tumblling in freezing us all feeling the breeze beating the pier as we try and sleep it feels so secure along with the sea I mean what a pity our weekend‘s gone the sea remains but that‘s all we had a good time while we were here Goodnight

The Jam | 1978

THE NIGHT

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

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The Jam | 1979

STRANGE TOWN

44 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 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 Strange town Break it up Baby don‘t shake it up Break it up

So you finally got what you wanted You‘ve achieved your aim by making the walking lame And when you just can‘t get any higher You use your senses to suss out this week‘s climber And the small fame that you‘ve acquired Has brought you into cult status But to me you‘re still a collector There‘s tarts and whores but you‘re much more You‘re a different kind ‘cause you want their minds And you just don‘t care ‘cause you‘ve got no pride It‘s just a face on your pillowcase That thrills you And you started looking much older And your fashion sense is second rate like your perfume But to you in your own little dream world You‘re still the queen of the butterfly collectors As you carry on ‘cause it‘s all you know You can‘t light a fire You can‘t cook or sew You get from day to day by filling your head But you surely must know the appeal between your legs Has worn off And I don‘t care about morals ‘Cause the world‘s insane and we‘re all to blame anyway And I don‘t feel any sorrow Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors

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The Jam | 1979

THE BUTTERFLY COLLECTOR

46 There‘s tarts and whores but you‘re much more You‘re a different kind ‘cause you want their minds And you just don‘t care ‘cause you‘ve got no pride It‘s just a face on your pillowcase That thrills you As you carry on ‘cause it‘s all you know You can‘t light a fire You can‘t cook or sew You get from day to day by filling your head But you surely must know the appeal between your legs Has worn off And I don‘t feel any sorrow Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors

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 and 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 run 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 Any guitar and any bass drum

The Jam | 1979

WHEN YOU‘RE YOUNG

Girl on the phone keeps a-ringing back Her voice is smooth but the tone is flat She‘s telling me this and she‘s telling me that She talks about me and I must agree With what she says about me About how nice I can be But it makes no difference to my mind Girl on the phone keeps a-ringing back She knows all my details - she‘s got my facts She tells me my height and she knows my weight She knows my age and says she‘s knows fate And I must say - it‘s logical What foresight she must have I‘ve got to meet her whenever I get time Says she knows everything about me Every word I‘ve ever said Every book I‘ve ever read She told me that we met along time ago I can‘t think when but she should know Girl on the phone keeps a-ringing back Knows where I get my shirts and where I get my pants Where I get my trousers where I get socks My leg measurements and the size of my cock And I must say it‘s un-nerving To think that she knows me Knows me so well - better than anyone Better than myself Says she knows everything about me Every record I‘ve listened to Every window that I‘ve looked through She told me that we met along time ago I can‘t think when but she should know Girl on the phone keeps a-ringing back She‘s telling me this and she‘s telling me that

The Jam | 1979

GIRL ON THE PHONE

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 everthing, 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 awhile, we stole the friendship that bound us together.

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The Jam | 1979

THICK AS THIEVES

51 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 changes 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 Now we‘re no longer as thick as thieves.

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 ageing 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.

The Jam | 1979

PRIVATE HELL

Its funny how you never knew what my name was, Our only contact was a form for the election. These days I find that I 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, No 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 lullaby, Or tell a 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 beneath 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 or 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 Saying find enclosed one son - one medal and a note to say he won.

The Jam | 1979

LITTLE BOY SOLDIERS

Meet me on the wastelands - later this day, We‘ll sit and talk and hold hands maybe, For there‘s not much else to do in this drab and colourless place. We‘ll sit amongst the rubber tyres, Amongst the discarded bric-a-brac, People have no use for amongst the smouldering embers of yesterday. And when or if the sun shines, Lighting our once beautiful features, We‘ll smile but only for seconds, For to be caught smiling is to acknowledge life, A brave but useless show of compassion, And that is forbidden in this drab and colourless world. Meet me on the wastelands - the ones behind, The old houses - the ones - left standing pre-war The ones overshadowed by the monolith monstrosities councils call homes. And there amongst the shit - the dirty linen, The holy Coca-Cola tins - the punctured footballs, The ragged dolls - the rusting bicycles, We‘ll sit and probably hold hands. And watch the rain fall - watch it - watch it Tumble and fall - tumble and falling Like our lives - like our lives Just like our lives. We‘ll talk about the old days, When the wasteland was release when we could play, And think - without feeling guilty Meet me later but we‘ll have to hold hands. Tumble and fall - tumble and falling Like our lives - like our lives Exactly like our lives.

The Jam | 1979

WASTELAND

Dear, How are things in your little world, I hope they‘re going well and you are too. Do you still see the same old crowd, the ones who used to meet every Friday. I‘m really sorry that I can‘t be there but work comes first, I‘m sure you‘ll understand. Things are really taking off for me business is thriving and I‘m showing a profit and. And in any case it wouldn‘t be the same, ‘cause we‘ve all grown up and we‘ve got our lives and the values that we had once upon a time, seem stupid now ‘cause the rent must be paid and some bonds severed and others made. Now I don‘t want you to get me wrong, ideals are fine when you are young and I must admit we had a laugh, but that‘s all it was and ever will be, ‘cause the Burning Sky keeps burning bright. And as long as it does (and it always will), there‘s no time for dreams when commerce calls. And the taxman‘s shouting ‘cause he wants his dough and the wheels of finance won‘t begin to slow. And it‘s only us realists who are gonna come through ‘cause there‘s only one power higher than that of truth and that‘s the Burning Sky. Oh and by the way I must tell you, before I sign off, that I‘ve got a meeting next week, with the head of a big corporate I can‘t disclose who but I‘m sure you‘ll know it and. And the Burning Sky - keeps burning bright. And it won‘t turn off til it‘s had enough, it‘s the greedy bastard who won‘t give up, and you‘re just a dreamer if you don‘t realize, and the sooner you do will be the better for you, then we‘ll all be happy and we‘ll all be wise and all bow down to the Burning Sky. Then we‘ll all be happy and we‘ll all be wise and together we will live beneath the Burning Sky.

The Jam | 1979

BURNING SKY

Here we go again, it‘s Monday at last, He‘s heading for the Waterloo line, To catch the 8 a.m. 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?‘ 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 its 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‘.

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The Jam | 1979

SMITHERS-JONES

57 Put on the kettle and make some tea It‘s all a part of feeling groovie Put on your slippers turn on the TV It‘s all a part of feeling groovie 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 There‘s plenty more fish in the sea to fry

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 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 Jam | 1979

SATURDAY‘S KIDS

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-Hurrah - what a nice day for the Eton Rifles. Hello-Hurrah - I hope rain stops play for 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-Hurrah - cheers then, mate. It‘s the Eton Rifles. Hello-Hurrah - an extremist scrape with the Eton Rifles. What a catalyst you turned out to be: Loaded the guns, then you run off home for your tea Left me standing like a guilty schoolboy... What a catalyst you turned out to be: Loaded the guns, then you run off home for your tea Left me standing like a naughty 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‘d be back next week. Hello-Hurrah - it‘s the price to pay to the Eton Rifles. Hello-Hurrah - I‘d prefer the plague to the Eton Rifles. Hello-Hurrah - it‘s the price to pay to the Eton Rifles. Hello-Hurrah - I‘d prefer the plague to the Eton Rifles.

The Jam | 1979

THE ETON RIFLES

Whenever I‘m with you Something inside starts burning And my hearts filled with fire Stop this - it‘s got a hold on me I said this ain‘t the way it‘s supposed to be It‘s called a heatwave burning in my heart I can‘t keep from crying Tearing me apart Whenever she calls my name Sounds so soft sweet and plain Right then, right there I feel this burning pain This high blood pressure‘s got a hold on me I said this ain‘t the way love‘s supposed to be Whenever I‘m with you Something inside starts burning And my hearts filled with fire Something‘s got me amazed Don‘t know what to do My head‘s in a haze

The Jam | 1979

heat wave

Some people might say my life is in a rut, But I‘m quite happy living 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 [Me?] 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 bust You‘ll see kidney machine replaced by rockets and guns

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The Jam | 1980

GOING UNDERGROUND

62 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 let the boys all shout for tomorrow We talk and we talk until my head explodes I turn on the news and my body froze Braying sheep on my TV screen Make this boy shout, make this boy scream! Going underground, I‘m going underground!

I sat alone with the dreams of children Weeping willows and tall dark building, I‘ve caught a fashion from the dreams of children But woke up sweating from this modern nightmare, and I was alone, no one was there I caught a glimpse from the dreams of children I got a feeling of optimism But woke up to a grey and lonely picture The streets below left me feeling dirty, and I was alone, no one was there I was alone, no one was there Something‘s gonna crack on your dreams tonight... You will crack on your dreams tonight I fell in love with the dreams of children I saw a vision of all the happy days I‘ve caught a fashion from the dreams of children But woke up sweating from this modern nightmare, and I was alone, no one was there I was alone, no one was there Something‘s gonna crack on your dreams tonight... You will crack on your dreams tonight You will choke on your dreams tonight

The Jam | 1980

DREAMS OF CHILDREN

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 doesn‘t say much But 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 Haunted with their noise, she recalls a lonely sigh, But no matter what they say, in her mind she knows, Their dream of life they won’t ever 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 say much But in a darkened room it’s for their lives only she cries. Liza Radley, I pledge myself to you alone. She kissed my face and said “Love means nothing at all” She kissed my face and said “Life means nothing at all”

The Jam | 1980

LIZA RADLEY

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!

The Jam | 1980

PRETTY GREEN

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.

The Jam | 1980

MONDAY

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 But I‘m different now and I‘m glad that you‘re my girl

The Jam | 1980

BUT I‘M DIFFERENT NOW

I was in the pub last night 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 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 But something you said set the house ablaze! 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.

The Jam | 1980

SET THE HOUSE ABLAZE

Itâ&#x20AC;&#x2DC;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 doesnâ&#x20AC;&#x2DC;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. And what you give is what you get!

The Jam | 1980

START!

A police car and a screaming siren Pneumatic drill and ripped up concrete A baby wailing, a stray dog howling The screech of brakes and lamplights blinking That’s entertainment, that’s entertainment A smash of glass and the rumble of boots An electric train and a ripped up phone booth Paint splattered walls and the cry of a tom cat Lights going out and a kick in the balls I say that’s entertainment, that’s entertainment Days of speed and slow time Mondays Pissing down with rain on a boring Wednesday Watching the news and not eating your tea A freezing cold flat and damp on the walls I say that’s entertainment, that’s entertainment Waking up at 6 a.m. on a cool warm morning Opening the windows and breathing in petrol An amateur band rehearse in a nearby yard Watching the telly and thinking ‘bout your holidays That’s entertainment, that’s entertainment Waking up from bad dreams and smoking cigarettes Cuddling a warm girl and smelling stale perfume A hot summers day and sticky black tarmac Feeding ducks in the park and wishing you were far away That’s entertainment, that’s entertainment Two lovers kissing amongst the scream of midnight Two lovers missing the tranquillity of solitude Getting a cab and travelling on buses Reading the graffiti about slashed seat affairs I say that’s entertainment, that’s entertainment

The Jam | 1980

THAT‘S ENTERTAINMENT

Streets I ran - this whole town Backstreets and all - I wanted to leave there. But no matter how fast I ran, my feet were glued, I just couldn‘t move there. I saw the hate and lots of people I heard my name called above the noise I tried to speak but my tongue was tied Bumped into emptiness and started to cry - oh no I saw the lights and the pretty girls And I thought to myself what a pretty world, But there‘s something else here that puts me off. And I‘m so scared dear, my love comes in frozen packs, Bought in a supermarket. Streets I ran, through wind and rain, Around this place amongst streaming sunshine. Scared I was, sweating now. Feeling of doom, my bowels turned to water. I felt hot breath whisper in my ear, I looked for somewhere to hide but everywhere‘s closed. I shut my eyes pretend not to be here, This feeling‘s much to real to ever disappear - oh no. I saw the lights and the pretty girls And I thought to myself what a pretty world, But there‘s something else here that puts me off. And I‘m so scared dear, their hate comes in frozen packs, Bought in a supermarket. And I‘m so scared dear My love comes in frozen packs

The Jam | 1980

DREAM TIME

Puts up the closed sign does the man in the corner shop Serves his last then he 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 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

The Jam | 1980

MAN IN THE CORNER SHOP

See me walking around I‘m the boy about town that you heard of See me walking the streets I‘m on top of the world that you heard of Oh, like paper caught in wind I glide upstreet, I glide downstreet Oh, and it won‘t let you go Till you finally come to rest or someone picks you up Upstreet, downstreet, and puts you in the bin See me walking around I‘m the boy about town that you heard of See me walking the streets I‘m on top of the world that you heard of Na na na nah, na na na nah Na na na na na na nah Na na na nah, na na na nah There‘s more than you can hope for in this world Oh, I‘m sitting watching rainbows And sitting there watching the people go crazy Oh, please leave me aside I want to do what I want to do And I want to live how I want to live And upstreet, downstreet--like paper caught in wind Upstreet, downstreet--it won‘t let you go See me walking around I‘m the boy about town that you heard of See me walking around I‘m the boy about town that you heard of The boy about town that you heard of Around town that you heard of

The Jam | 1980

BOY ABOUT TOWN

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 Ooh - you need to get away Ooh - 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 its 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 hardend MP You‘re saying power‘s all! And it‘s power you NEED! Ooh - you need to get away Ooh - you need a change of place 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.

The Jam | 1980

SCRAPE AWAY

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 theirselves laughing (and the flames grew) Their mad eyes buldged 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 crises (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 theirselves laughing (and the flames grew) Their mad eyes buldged 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 (well I feel so old, when I feel so young well I just can‘t grow up to meet the demands)

The Jam | 1981

FUNERAL PYRE

In echoed steps I walked across an empty dream I looked across this world, there was no one to be seen This empty feeling turned and quietly walked away I saw no warmth in life - no love was in my eyes I stared a century thinking this will never change As I hesitated, time rushed onwards without me Too scared to break the spell too small to take a fall But the Absolute luck is - love is in our hearts! I lost some hours thinking of it I need the strength to go and get what I want I lost a lifetime thinking of it an‘ lost an era daydreaming like I do I stared a century thinking this will never change As I hesitated, time rushed onwards without me Too scared to break the spell too small to take a fall But the Absolute luck is - love is in our hearts! In echoed steps you walk across an empty dream But look around this world, there‘s millions to be seen Come see the tyrants panic see their crumbling empires fall Then tell ‘em we don‘t fight for fools ‘cos love is in our hearts! I lost some hours thinking of it I need the strength to go and get what I want I lost a lifetime thinking of it an‘ lost an era daydreaming like I do You can lose some hours thinking of it You need the strength to go and get what you want You can lose a lifetime thinking of it And lose an era daydreaming like I do oooooooo

The Jam | 1981

ABSOLUTE BEGINNERS

Bring you a tale from the pastel fields Where we ran when we were young This is a tale from the water meadows Trying to spread some hope into your heart It‘s mixed with happiness - it‘s mixed with tears Both life a death are carried in this stream That open space you could run for miles Now you don‘t get so many to the pound True it‘s a dream mixed with nostalgia But it‘s a dream that I‘ll always hang on to That I‘ll always run to Won‘t you join me by the riverbank Paradise found down by the still waters Joined in the race to the rainbow‘s end No fears no worries just a golden country Woke at sunrise, went home at sunset Now life is so critical, life is too cynical We lose our innocence, we lose our very soul True it‘s a dream mixed with nostalgia But it‘s a dream that I‘ll always hang on to That I‘ll always run to True it‘s a dream mixed with nostalgia But it‘s a dream that I‘ll always hang on to That I always run to Won‘t you join me by the riverbank Come on and join me by the riverbank

The Jam | 1981

TALES FROM THE RIVERBANK

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 wings 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.. happy together NOW.

The Jam | 1982

HAPPY TOGETHER

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 shuf-shuf-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 and walk right on through

The Jam | 1982

GHOSTS

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 cool calm night In your tranquil shadow - I try and follow I hear your distant shoe 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

The Jam | 1982

PRECIOUS

Hello darlin‘ - I‘m home again Covered in shit and aches and pains Too knackered to think so give me time to come round Just gimme the living room beat to the TV sound My hard earned dough goes in bills and the larder And that Prince Philip tells us we gotta work harder! It seems a constant struggle just to exist Scrimping and saving and crossing off lists From this window I‘ve seen the whole world pass From dawn to dusk I‘ve heard the last laugh laughed I‘ve seen enough tears to wash away this street I‘ve heard wedding bells chime and a funeral march When as one life finishes another one starts Alright then love so I‘ll be off now It‘s back to the lunchbox and worker/management rows There‘s gotta be more to this old life than this Scrimping and saving and crossing off lists

The Jam | 1982

JUST WHO IS THE 5 O‘CLOCK HERO?

Ordinary people don‘t get time to think not that it‘s their fault cos you have to hustle and bustle about your work just to make sure the food gets bought goverments threaten you with recession then they threaten you with war how the other side wants to take away all the things you ain‘t got no more keep us divided with their greed and hate keep you struggling to put the food on your plate. Imagine if tomorrow the workers went on strike not just British Leyland but the whole world who would earn their profits? who would make their bombs? you‘d see the hands of oppression fumble and their systems crash to the ground and you men in uniform will have to learn the lesson too not to turn against your own kind whenever governments tell you to. Get the trans-global express moving and see our marvellous leaders quiver they know that if it happens their lazy days are over the day the working people join together we‘ll all rest much more easy the responsibilty you must bear when it‘s your own future in your hands maybe a hard one to face up to but at least you will own yourself!

The Jam | 1982

TRANS-GLOBAL EXPRESS

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 Who‘s quite content to go on feeding you garbage We‘re running on the spot - always have - always will? We‘re just the next generation of the emotionally crippled.

The Jam | 1982

RUNNING ON THE SPOT

Letting loose the lunatics - wasn‘t the greatest of ideas Giving them plans and money to squander Should have been the worst of our fears The dream life luxury living was a pleasant No. 10 whim, But somewhere down the line of production They left out human beings They were gonna build communities It was going to be pie in the sky But the piss stench hallways and broken down lifts Say the planners dream went wrong If people were made to live in boxes God would have given them string To tie around their selves at bed time And stop their dreams falling through the ceiling And the public school boy computers Keep spewing out our future The house in the country designs the 14th floor Old Mrs. Smith don‘t get out much more Coitus interruptus ‘cause of next doors rows Your washing gets nicked when the lights go out Baby‘s scream in the nightmare throng But planners just get embarrassed when their plans GO WRONG!

The Jam | 1982

THE PLANNERS DREAM GOES WRONG

If you gave me a fresh carnation I would only crush its tender petals With me you‘ll have no escape And at the same time there‘ll be nowhere to settle I trample down all life in my wake I eat it up and take the cake I just avert my eyes to the pain Of someone‘s loss helping my gain If you gave me a dream for my pocket You‘d be plugging in the wrong socket With me there‘s no room for the future With me there‘s no room with a view at all I am out of season all year ‘round Hear machinery roar to my empty sound Touch my heart and feel winter Hold my hand and be doomed forever If you gave me a fresh carnation I would only crush its tender petals With me you‘ll have no escape And at the same time there‘ll be nowhere to settle. And if you‘re wondering by now who I am Look no further than the mirror Because I am the Greed and Fear And every ounce of Hate in you.

The Jam | 1982

CARNATION

Better Stop dreaming of the quiet life cos it‘s the one we‘ll never know And quit running for that runaway bus cos those rosey days are few And stop apologising for the things you never done Time is short and life is cruel but it‘s up to us to change this town called malice. Rows and rows of disused milkers that will die 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 streets belief in Sunday‘s roast beef Gets dashed against the Co-Op To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear It‘s a big decision in a town called malice Ooh yeah Ghost of a steam train echoes down my track Its at the moment bound for nowhere just going round and round, Ohh 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

The Jam | 1982

TOWN CALLED MALICE

Move - move - I‘ve got the gift of life Can‘t you see it in the twinkle of my eye I can‘t stand up and I can‘t sit down I gotta keep movin‘ - I gotta keep movin‘ All the time that gets wasted hating Why don‘t you move together and make your heart feel better Groove - groove - to the beat of this drum Feel it in the wind and the warmth of the sun Don‘t stand up and don‘t sit down Keep on movin‘ - keep on movin‘ Think of the future and make it grow Why don‘t you move together an‘ make your heart feel better Take a pinch of white and pinch of black Mix it together and make a movin‘ flavour Take a pinch of white and pinch of black Tell you move together an‘ make your heart feel better Move - move - we got the gift of life Go and shout it from your roof mountain top Give it to me once and give it to me twice We gotta keep movin‘ - we gotta keep movin‘!

The Jam | 1982

THE GIFT

I think we must have all gone mad Maybe right turned over They promise us the earth Instead we‘ve got the great depression Now you‘re free and easy with the base You blame your brothers and sisters And neurotics say „sod the rest“ It‘s the new dissention Into the abyss By pushing forwards It‘s always down It‘s a desperate war You‘re trying to blow yourselves up You don‘t care who you stand... with the help about Hey hey - well that‘s not the way No sense or reason in your fussing and fighting And your violent obsession Who‘s ever really left feeling fine After the great depression? No sense of purpose in the competion Keeping up with the Jones‘s You buy a house, You buy a car You buy a marriage and a bed of roses Into the abyss By pushing forwards It‘s always down It‘s a desperate war You‘re trying to blow yourselves up You don‘t care who you stand ... with the help about Hey hey - well that‘s not the way

The Jam | 1982

THE GREAT DEPRESSION

In your white lace and your wedding bells You look the picture of contented new wealth But from the on-looking fool who believed your lies I wish this grave would open up and swallow me alive For the bitterest pill is hard to swallow The love I gave hangs in sad coloured, mocking shadows When the wheel of fortune broke, you fell to me Out of grey skies to change my misery The vacant spot, your beating heart took its place Now watch smoke leave my lips and fill an empty room For the bitterest pill is hard to swallow The love I gave hangs in sad coloured, mocking shadows The bitterest pill is mine to take If I took it for a hundred years, I couldn‘t feel any more ill The bitterest pill is mine to take If I took it for a hundred years, I couldn‘t feel any more ill Now autumn‘s breeze blows summer‘s leaves through my life Twisted and broken dawn, no days with sunlight The dying spark, you left your mark on me The promise of your kiss, but with someone else For the bitterest pill is mine to swallow The love I gave hangs in sad coloured, mocking shadows The bitterest pill is mine to take If I took it for a hundred years, I couldn‘t feel anymore ill!

The Jam | 1982

THE BITTEREST PILL

The streets of pleasure took you to top But every light was red and every sign said stop I felt so confined, just like glued to the spot, oh As we were sleeping in the noon day sun We escaped the test and the marathon run And no one heard Alfie‘s muffled cries Oh Alfie, put a stop to that Whoa, but Alfie, I wish you‘d please come back So though it‘s hard - we might have made it through But now there‘s nothing left except the memories of you The overflowing bath awoke us As we ran frightened To the top of the stairs to find poor Alfie And blood stained letters don‘t count for change And don‘t look for blame ‘Cause it‘s a fair exchange For the last adventure I have left As we were sleeping in the noon day sun We escaped the test and the marathon run And no one heard Alfie‘s muffled cries Oh Alfie, put a stop to that Oh, but Alfie, I wish you‘d please come back Now it‘s gonna be hard for me to make it through When all that‘s left is the memories of Nothing left except the memories of war and pain Please pity poor Alfie

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The Jam | 1982

PITY POOR ALFIE / FEVER

93 Poor Alfie put a stop to that Poor Alfie I wish you‘d please come back Poor Alfie put a stop to that Oh, but Alfie I wish you‘d please come back Poor Alfie! You‘ll never know how much I love you Never know how much I care ‘Cause when you put your arms around me I get a fever I can hardly bear You give me fever When you kiss me Fever when you hold me tight Fever through the daytime I get a fever all through the night Sun lights up the daytime Moon lights up the night I light up when you kiss me And I know I‘m gonna treat you right You give me fever When you kiss me Fever when you hold me tight Fever through the daytime I get a fever all through the night Bless my soul I love you Take this old heart away Take these arms I‘ll never use Just believe what my words have to say You give me fever When you kiss me Fever when you hold me tight Fever through the daytime I get a fever all through the night You give me fever

Beat surrender Come on boy, come on girl Succumb to the beat surrender All the things that I care about (are packed into one punch) All the things that I‘m not sure about (are sorted out at once) And as it was in the beginning, so shall it be in the end That bullshit is bullshit, it just goes by different names All the things that I shout about (but never act upon) All the courage and the dreams that I have (but seem to wait so long) My doubt is cast aside, watch phonies run to hide The dignified don‘t even enter in the game And if you feel there‘s no passion No quality sensation Seize the young determination Show the fakers you ain‘t foolin‘ You‘ll see me come runnin‘ To the sound of your strummin‘ Fill my heart with joy and gladness I‘ve lived too long in shadows of sadness

The Jam | 1982

BEAT SURRENDER

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 colours and hoardings a reminder that I must be inadequate High town - high street connection With clothes at the top of my list

The Jam | 1982

SHOPPING

Open up the sky ‘Cause I‘m coming up to you So send down your wings It‘ll bring me to you You know I‘m standing at the station Ready to go Big ol‘ airplane, you know I trust in you so Get on up big bird To my baby, love Get on up big bird To my baby, love Get on up big bird I got to make it heard Get on up big bird I got to make it heard Get on up! Way down here You up there Well we know is Is it ain‘t no fair You know I‘m standing at the station Ready to go Big ol‘ airplane, you know I trust in you so Get on up big bird To my baby, love Get on up big bird To my baby, love Get on up big bird I got to make it heard Get on up big bird I got to make it heard Get on up!

The Jam | 1982

BIG BIRD

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, „could“ ever „tempt“ me from she. I‘ve searched the secret mists I‘ve climbed the highest peaks 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 For no bonds, can ever keep me from she

The Jam | 1983

ENGLISH ROSE

Hush now child and don‘t you cry Your folks might understand you by and by Move on up towards your destination You may find from time to time Complications *Bite* your lip and take a trip Though there may be wet road ahead You cannot slip So move on up and peace you will find Into the steeple of beautiful people Where there‘s only one kind So hush now child and don‘t you cry Your folks might understand you by and by Just move on up and keep on wishing Remember your dreams are your only schemes So keep on pushing Take nothing less - not even second best And do not obey - you must have your say You can *pass* the test Move on up!

The Jam | 1992

MOVE ON UP

100

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 Itâ&#x20AC;&#x2DC;s good innit?

The Jam | 1992

POP ART POEM

101

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 threatend 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 threatend our existence We were laughing They couldn‘t stop us No one in the world

The Jam | 1992

NO ONE IN THE WORLD

102

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 You can‘t hear me

The Jam | 1992

AND YOUR BIRD CAN SING

103

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 al-right Get yourself together You‘re gonna be alright

The Jam | 1992

GET YOURSELF TOGETHER

104

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 Since the day you let me down

The Jam | 1992

STONED OUT OF MY MIND

105

I feel good I knew that I would now So good So good I‘ve got you I feel nice Like sugar and spice So nice So nice I‘ve got you When I hold in my arms I know that you do me no harm

The Jam | 1992

I GOT YOU (I FEEL GOOD)

106

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 „Never had it so good“ Well do you want a bet?

The Jam | 1992

HEY MISTER

107

It‘s like the middle of a ... 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 Not far at all

The Jam | 1992

WE‘VE ONLY STARTED

108

109

I play out my role Why I‘ve even been out walking They tell me that it helps But I know when I‘m beaten All those lonely films And all those lonely parties But now the feeling is off-screen An‘ the tears for real not acted, anymore I‘m all mixed up inside I want to run but I can‘t hide And however much we try We can‘t escape the truth and the fact is Don‘t matter what I do It don‘t matter what I do Don‘t matter what I do Don‘t matter what I do Don‘t matter what I do ‘Cause I end up hurting you One more covered sigh And one more glance you know means goodbye Can‘t you see that‘s why We‘re dashing ourselves against the rocks of a lifetime (In my mind different voices call) What once was pleasure now‘s pain for us all (In my heart only shadows fall) I once stood proud now I feel so small (I don‘t know whether to laugh or cry) The long hot summer just passed me by

The Style Council | 1983

long hot summer

110

When I find you waiting hours; oh, You‘re there to save my life for our obvious goal We‘ve got a headstart for happiness For our part, guess we must be blessed For this feeling to be so strong Tell me is that so wrong? The space betweeen us for days has been so far; I‘ve spent a lonely week Now I wanna be where you are We‘ve got a headstart for happiness, for our part Guess we must be kissed by this force I feel inside Now I‘m not gonna hide. All the roads that lead to struggles bring you back to where you need Some reassurance in your own depth, only you can see, but let others feel Peace in my mind I‘m so happy to find As I get on my trek with a headstart back to you. You‘ll find it can happen You‘ll find you‘ve got the strength You can move a mountain You just need the confidence In yourself and all you‘ve got to take this world And shake it up Let no one say they‘re better than you You must believe you‘ve got the power

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The Style Council | 1983

Headstart for Happiness

111 To rise above the lies ‘Cause what we‘re dealing here with today is a love thing Right here, right now Now listen When I find you waiting hours, oh It‘s my heart, not my head that takes control And you‘ve got to lead where your heart says go and this hope that it turns out so And that‘s all that you can hope for Can you expect much more? Naive and wise with no sense of time As I set my clock with a heart beat, tick tock Violent and mild - common sense says I‘m wild With this mixed up fury, crazy beauty It‘s healthy to find all these feelings inside As I get on my trek with a headstart back to you.

112

Your hair hangs in golden steps You‘re a bonafide in every respect You are walking through streets that mean nothing to you You believe you‘re above it and I don‘t really blame you Maybe that‘s why you speak like a child; The things you‘re saying like „I‘m so free and so wild“ And I believe it when you look in my eyes; You offer me a life, and never lies Least only the kind to make me smile Your clothes are clean and your mind is productive It shops in store where only the best buy You‘re cool and hard, and if I sound like a lecher It‘s probably true, But at least there‘s no lecture I really like it when you speak like a child The crazy sayings like „I‘m so free and so wild“ You have to make a bargain with me now A promise that you won‘t change somehow No way, now how Spent all day thinking about you Spent all night coming to terms with it Time and conditions are built to tame Nothing lasts with age, so people say But I will always try to feel the same I really like it when you speak like a child I really like it when you speak like a child The way you hate the homely rank and the file The way you‘re so proud to be oh, so free and so wild I really like it when you speak like a child I really like it when you speak like a child I really like it when you speak like a child The way you‘re so proud to be oh, so free and so wild

The Style Council | 1983

SPEAK LIKE A CHILD

113

Empty hours Spent combing the street In daytime showers They‘ve become my beat; As I walk from cafe to bar I wish I knew where you are; You sort of clouded my mind And now I‘m all out of time Empty skies say try to forget Better advice is to have no regrets; As I tread the boulevard floor Will I see you once more; Because you‘ve colored my mind ‘Till then I‘m biding my time I‘m only sad in a natural way And I enjoy sometimes feeling this way The gift you gave is desire The match that started my fire Empty nights with nothing to do I sit and think, every thought is for you; I get so restless and bored So I go out once more; I hate to feel so confined I feel like I‘m wasting my time

The Style Council | 1983

The paris match

114

It‘s no good praying to the powers that be ‘Cause they won‘t shake the roots of the money tree No good praying to the pristine alters Waiting for the blessing with Holy water They like the same old wealth in the same old hands Means the same old people stay old people stay in command Watch your money-go-round; watch your money-go-round They got it wrapped up tight, they got it safe and sound Watch your money-go-round; watch your money-go-round As you fall from grace and hit the ground Too much money in too few places Only puts a smile on particular faces Said too much power in not enough hands Makes me think „get rich quick; take all I can“ They‘re too busy spending on the means of destruction To ever spend a penny on some real construction Watch the money-go-round; watch the money-go-round They amuse themselves as they fool around Watch your money-go-round; watch your money-go-round Do like they say, make them vulnerable No good looking to the Empire corners, „Civilization“ built on slaughter Carrying hopes and carrying maps The spinless ones fall in their laps The brave and the bold are the ones to be fooled With a diet of lies by the Kipling school Watch your money-go-round; watch your money-go-round But I just can‘t help being cynical Watch your money-go-round; watch your money-go-round Do like I say, make me wonderful

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The Style Council | 1983

Money-go-round

115 Their morals are clean and their clear They bend your arm and they bend your ear Said they bend your mind as you talk in circles Bend over forwards, this won‘t hurt you Till there‘s blood in your lap; blood on your hands Watch the money-go-round; watch the money-go-round Come spend a penny, go out with a pound Watch the money-go-round; watch the money-go-round As you fall from grace and hit the ground (On the money-go-round, you wanna get on but it won‘t slow down) The need your votes and you know where to send ‚em Be we don‘t get the choice of a public referendum On all the real issues that affect our lives Like the USA base to which we play midwife Take a cruise and forget this scene Said come back later when the slates wiped clean Watch your money-go-round; watch your money-go-round Born of woman, killed by man Watch the money-go-round; watch your money-go-round Do like they pray, make it wonderful The good and righteous sing their hymns The crimpoline dresses who have no sins Christians by day, killers in war The hypocrites who know what they‘re fighting for Killing for peace, freedom and truth But they‘re too old to go so they send the youth Watch the money-go-round, watch the money-go-round I don‘t think he was an astronaut Watch the money-go-round, watch the money-go-round I must insist - he was a Socialist! Watch your money-go-round; watch your money-go-round They got it wrapped up tight, they got it safe and sound Watch your money-go-round; watch your money-go-round As you fall from grace and hit the ground

116

Feel is a word I can‘t explain At least not in words that are plain Make it easy to express But I‘ll try to do my best To hit you where it counts I just want to build up A solid bond in your heart (Yeah) A solid bond in your heart (Aha) I‘m fuelled by the idea That this world was made to share But it never seems to work out And all we seem to share Is doubt and misery Please let me try to build A solid bond in your heart heart Aah, I just want to build up A solid bond in your heart heart It‘s what‘s missing from this life And the trust you need to ignite Any dream worth holding dear When that dream is so near You gotta try and try to get it back Push it to the limit and build A solid bond in your heart

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A SOLID BOND IN YOUR HEART

117

Back in the party chambers Laughter, records loud I guess my guests are alright They won‘t miss me for awhile ‘Cause I need to be alone Let me sink in sadness ‘Cause I can‘t forget her She was on my mind and Try as I might I spend all my time Thinking ‘bout her And I walk to the waters edge of the lake and I gaze at my reflection and for a moment I think I see her but the wind blows her away (And meanwhile) Back in the party chambers Restless guests, they get And so I entertain them But it‘s not myself I can‘t wait until they go Let me sink in sadness ‘Cause I can‘t forget her She was on my mind and Try as I might I spend all my time Thinking ‘bout her

The Style Council | 1983

party chambers

118

I stood as tall as a mountain I never really thought about the drop I trod over rocks to get there Just so I could stand on top Clumsy and blind I stumbled As I crawled through desert sands I didnâ&#x20AC;&#x2DC;t stop to think about the consequences As it came to pieces in my hands I thought I was a maritime marvel I believed that I ruled the waves All I could say is time is motion And every effort others made I would save I was a shit stained statue School children would stand in awe Truly believed I was a ceiling of sky Never thought about having flaws I felt as reverent as Jesus The sanctimony stunk I thought I was admiral of the missing fleet I couldnâ&#x20AC;&#x2DC;t see that I was sunk I roared my pride in the darkness I scratched away at the stars I thought I was lord of this crappy jungle I should have been put behind bars But now I sit with my head in my hands And wail to the weeping wall The avalanche of my emotions Holds the audience of one enthralled Like learning the lesson the hard way Like a fall from command I thought I WAS king of the whole wide world But it just came to pieces in my hands

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it just came to pieces in my hands

119

120

The lords and ladies pass a ruling That sons and girls go hand in land From good stock and the best breeding Paid for by the servile class Who have been told all lie in state To bow down forth and face their fate Oh it‘s easy. So, so easy All righteousness did build thy arrow To shoot it straight into their lies Who would expect the mighty sparrow Could rid our world of all their kind? Rising up and taking back The property of every man It‘s so easy. So, so easy Rising up to break this thing From family trees the dukes do swing Just one blow to scratch the itch The law‘s made for and by the rich It would be easy. So, so easy.

The Style Council | 1984

THE WHOLE POINT OF NO RETURN

121

Daylight turns to moonlight - and I‘m at my best Praising the way it all works - gazing upon the rest The cool before the warm The calm after the storm I wish to stay forever - letting this be my food But I‘m caught up in a whirlwind and my ever changing moods Bitter turns to sugar - some call a passive tune But the day things turn sweet - for me won‘t be too soon The hush before the silence The winds after the blast I wish we‘d move together - this time the bosses sued But we‘re caught up in the wilderness and an ever changing mood Teardrops turn to children - who‘ve never had the time To commit the sins they pay for through - another‘s evil mind The love after the hate The love we leave too late I wish we‘d wake up one day - an‘ everyone feel moved But we‘re caught up in the dailies and an ever changing mood Evil turns to statues - and masses form a line But I know which way I‘d run to if the choice was mine The past is knowledge - the present our mistake And the future we always leave too late I wish we‘d come to our senses and see there is no truth In those who promote the confusion for this ever changing mood

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my ever changing moods

122

Handed down from fathers to sons Was the hatred of weakness and the love of guns A talk of peace but not in our time To save our souls and stop the crime Onwards and upwards but going nowhere So how many now truthfully swear That they do no evil - see no wrong The ad-mass agents, the writers of song The bankers, the poets, the modern day seers Clouding an issue that was never quite clear Sent through the ages of boy to man The living testament of making a stand Killing the wicked then raising the dead Eating propaganda and shit spoon fed Grasping for wisdom, but thick all the same So how many innocents now can claim That they play with fire - and get burnt And through the same mistakes never get learnt Hoping for a time it will fall to place Faith shall show as our saving grace Handed down from God with love Was the whole wide world and some above But not content to share the land Greed was shown the winning hand And those whose greed was the strongest of all Took upon themselves to lead the call That some must work while other rest Without the question of what is best The leaders, the losers and the kings Pass the rifle butt that tyranny brings

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a gospel

123 Passed on over to the chosen few Was the promise of freedom with a breadline queue Ghetto‘s, gateaux and eating it too Forcing it all down with a cola brew The first amendment and the hunt for reds A conscious contradiction with something said That they see no evil - with eyes shut tight A cocaine culture that offers no fight Dragged from birth - drugged to death The common excuse is ‚just being yourself‘ Hand us down before it‘s too late The strength and wisdom to change our state Governed by evil and all it will bring I can‘t wait for the day they do the lamppost swing And no mercy should they be shown For you cannot reason with the devil‘s own They say, they hear no evil - hands clasped tight To shut out the victims‘ screams of ol‘ Uncle Sam fights He sweats and he strains as his boney frame comes -

into the womb of an innocent one

124

I could be discontent and chase the rainbows end I might win much more but lose all that is mine I could be a lot but I know I‘m not I‘m content just with the riches that you bring I might shoot to win and commit the sin Of wanting more than I‘ve already got I could runaway but I‘d rather stay In the warmth of your smile lighting up my day (the one that makes me say, heh) ‘Cause you‘re the best thing that ever happened to me or my world You‘re the best thing that ever happened - so don‘t go away I might be a king and steal my peoples things But I don‘t go for that power crazy way All that I could rule but I don‘t check for fools All that I need is to be left to live my way (say listen what I say) I could chase around for nothing to be found But why look for something that is never there I may get it wrong sometimes but I‘ll come back in style For I realise your love means more than anything (the song you make me sing - yeah)

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you‘re the best thing

125

The pub talk, the scandals, like vandals they try to tear you down The whispers, turn rumours, there‘s no truth but that don‘t stop those cats They need the little bit extra, they don‘t mind if it‘s only conjecture They tried to tell me I wasn‘t full time, I tried to think of an alibi I felt so awful I spat in their faces and ran for my life They need that little bit extra, they don‘t mind if it‘s only conjecture They tried to tell me their‘s was the right way, I tried to shout that was a lie, I felt so sick I spat in their lifestyles with a runaway pride! Untouched by unhuman hands, ‘Cause only God knows I don‘t call that a man Who spends his waking days, telling others what to think and what to say They tried to tell me I wasn‘t normal, I tried to shout there‘s no such thing! I felt so sick I spat on their lifestyles with a runaway pride! So catch me if you can, ‘Cause I would rather be dead than live like that Hey, hey, hey!

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HERE‘S ONE THAT GOT AWAY

126

I was half in mind - I was half in need, And as the rain came down I dropped to my knees and prayed I said „oh Heavenly thing - please cleanse my soul, I‘ve seen all on offer and I‘m not impressed at all“. I was halfway home - I was half insane, And every shop window outlook to me just looked the same I said now send me a sign to save my life ‘Cause at this moment in time there is nothing certain in these days of mine Yes it‘s a funny thing when it dawns upon you That I know as much as the day I was born And though I wasn‘t asked (I might as well stay) And promise myself each and every day - that When you‘re knocked on your back - an‘ your life‘s a flop and when you‘re down on the bottom there‘s nothing else but to shout to the top - shout!

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Shout to the Top!

127

Hold on is what they say To get any back to you will have to pay Don‘t shout or get upset It‘s the same message from the holy Tory government Don‘t rock the sinking ship And don‘t fly in the face of it Work for your heaven‘s way It‘s the same bullshit from the pulpit and the president Hear keys getting in my way It drives me crazy when I hear them say „Let us pray“ ‘Cause I want my heaven here on earth Get up is what we say Don‘t wait for judgement day There‘s too much going on You might think you‘re weak But together we can be so strong This world is no man‘s land Our lives are in our hands Our will is our command You put it together and together we can make a stand Our faith is the key to it The unifying for some reason to be You will see if you stand outside The big boss groove Get on up!

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The Style Council | 1984

big boss groove

128 Our faith is the key to it The unifying for some reason to be You will see if you stand outside The big boss groove Get up is what we say And don‘t wait for judgement day There‘s too much going on You may think you‘re weak But together we can be so strong This world is no man‘s land Our lives are in our hands Our will is our command You put it together and together we can make a stand In our hands, our command, and together we can make a stand! Yeah!

129

I close my eyes - I reach out my hand And there you are - beautiful in scabs Caressing my scalp - under the mounts of the gun towers I shout your name - I kick out in dreams And here we are - the searchlight beams The siren squeals - and hopeless shuffle to certainty The crab lice bite - the typhoid smells And I still here - handsome in rags A trouserless man - waiting helpless for dignity Come to me angel, don‘t go to the showers Beg, steal or borrow - now there‘s nothing left to take Except eternity And who will come - to flower our graves? With us still here - covered with dust Remembered by few but forgotten by the majority Stay with me angel - don‘t get lost in history Don‘t let all we suffered lose it‘s meaning in the dark That we call memory

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ghosts of dachau

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You don‘t have to take this crap You don‘t have to sit back and relax You can actually try changing it I know we‘ve always been taught to rely Upon those in authority But you never know until you try How things just might be If we came together so strongly Are you gonna try to make this work Or spend your days down in the dirt You see things can change YES an‘ walls can come tumbling down! Governments crack and systems fall ‘Cause Unity is powerful Lights go out - walls come tumbling down! The competition is a colour TV We‘re on still pause with the video machine That keep you slave to the H.P. Until the Unity is threatend by Those who have and who have not Those who are with and those who are without And dangle jobs like a donkey‘s carrot Until you don‘t know where you are Are you gonna realize The class war‘s real and not mythologized And like Jericho - You see walls can come tumbling down!

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The Style Council | 1985

Walls come tumbling down

131 Are you gonna be threatend by The public enemies No. 10 Those who play the power game They take the profits - you take the blame When they tell you there‘s no rise in pay Are you gonna try an‘ make this work Or spend your days down in the dirt You see things CAN change YES an‘ walls can come tumbling down!

132

Who takes the heart from a stag Who gets a hard-on with blood on their hands Who strips the wonder of life When they don‘t have the right But they say it‘s fair game And they won‘t feel no pain As we feel no shame So let the sun come down Let our eyes close the blind Let the rivers run dry Let the forest life die But who are they to decide As if their right is divine As if their right sublime Who wins the hooves loses respect Who kills the Grace treads with intent Into Heaven‘s domain, playing little Christians Hear their voice soar in church Giving thanks for this earth Then destroying its birth So let the sun come down Let our eyes close the blind Let the rivers run dry Let the forest life die But who are they to decide As if their right is divine As if their right sublime

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blood sports

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134

Good morning day, how do you do I wonder - what will you do for me? I should be on my way, I should be earning pay, I should be all the things that I‘m not And I‘ve tried on my own, now there‘s nothing to keep me at home, Like my Brother has too - gotta leave to get out of this view, You see they, tell you to move around If you can‘t find work in your own town. As I rise from my bed I can hear the old man Blaming Heaven & Mother for this 30 Years with one firm, 13 months redundant, Yes I‘d say that‘s unlucky for some Now our tears fall like rain, as my Mother walks me to my train, With a kiss & a wave - „Come home weekends“ - that‘s if I can save. I swear I‘ll take it out on the man Who ever devised this economy plan. All the love in the world - can‘t put Dinner on the table All the hate that I feel no love could put right Good morning day, how do you do I wonder - what will you do for me? I should be on my way, I should be earning pay, I should be all the things that I‘m not And I‘ve tried on my own, now there‘s nothing to keep me at home, All the love and the strength has been taken by this Government, You see they, tell you to move around If you can‘t find work in your own town. Father‘s in the kitchen, counting out coins, Mother‘s in the bedroom, looking through pictures of her boys, One is in London, looking for a job, The other‘s in Whitehall - Looking for those responsible!

The Style Council | 1985

homebreakers

135

The wind blows whispers down the street, Having free reign with the town so bleak Like everything else it‘s - all gone away. The Town Hall clock gives forth its chime, For no-one there to ask the time Like everything else they‘ve - all gone away. The Grocer‘s shop hangs up its sign The sign say‘s closed it‘s a sign of the times Like everything else they‘ve - all gone away. But somewhere the party never ends And greedy hands rub together again Shipping out the profits that they‘ve stolen An eerie wail comes from the pit, The ghosts of the men take the morning shift Just like clockwork - rusting away. Come take a walk upon these hills And see how monetarism kills Whole communities Even families There‘s nothing left so - They‘ve all gone away.

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all gone away

136

May I walk you home tonight On this fine and lovely night tonight We‘ll walk past the luscious houses, Through rolling lawns and lovely flowers Our nice new town where the curtains are drawn Where hope is started and dreams can be borne. Let us share our insanity Go mad together in Community Boys on the corner looking for their supper Boys round the green looking for some slaughter We used to chase dreams now we chase the dragon Mine is the semi with the Union Jack on. In our paradise lost we‘ll be finding our sanity In this paradise found we‘ll be losing our way For a brave new day. May I slash my wrists tonight, On this fine Conservative night tonight I was looking for a job so I came to town I easily adopt when the chips are down I read the ad about the private schemes I liked the idea but now I‘m not so Keyne.

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COME TO MILTON KEYNES

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If you believe you have an equal share In the whole wide world and all it bears An‘ that your share is no less or more than Your fellow sisters and brother man Then take this knowledge and with it insist Declare yourself - an internationalist! If you lay no blame at the feet of next door An‘ realise this struggle is also yours An‘ that without the strength of us altogether The world as it stands will remain forever Then take this challenge and make it exist! Rise up as - an internationalist! If your eyes see deeper than the colour of skin Then you must also see we are the same within An‘ the rights you expect are the rights of all Now it‘s up to you to lead the call That liberty must come at the top of the list Stand proud as - an internationalist! If you see the mistake in having bosses at all You will also see how they all must fall For under this system there is no such thing As the Democracy our leaders would have us sing No time for lies now as only truth must persist Rise up now and declare yourself - an internationalist!

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internationalists

138

For liberty there is a cost it‘s broken skulls and leather cosh, From the boys in uniform now you know whose side they‘re on With backing - with blessing, From earthly gods not heaven, A stone‘s throw away from it all. Whatever pleasures those who get from stripping skin with rhino whip, Are the kind that must be stopped before their kind take all we‘ve got With loving - with caring, They take great pride in working, The stone‘s throw away from it all. Whenever honesty persists you‘ll hear the snap of broken ribs, Of anyone who‘ll take no more of the lying bastards‘ roar In Chile - In Poland, Johannesburg - South Yorkshire, A stone‘s throw away: Now we‘re there.

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a stone‘s throw away

139

Get ‚em laughing - keep ‚em there, You hold your own and they‘ll hold their‘s, Hold their glasses - can‘t hold their beer Tell ‚em the one about the fucking queer. Do the one that always works, ‘bout the lazy blacks that don‘t like work, And once you got ‚em, keep ‚em there Raise their spirits! Raise their cheer! Do that one that never fails, ‘bout the gang of white thugs and the Asian male, And once you got ‚em, they‘ll be with you! See this lot‘s loyal, through and through. Tell Irish jokes and you can‘t miss, Do the building site one and how they‘re all thick. Keep ‚em laughing - you‘ll have it made, We‘re a friendly lot and you‘ll be well paid. But keep ‚em laughing don‘t let it stop Or the truth might catch up and spoil the plot.

The Style Council | 1985

THE STAND UP COMIC‘S INSTRUCTIONS

140

As the rain comes down, upon this sad sweet earth I lie awake at nights and - think about me All those usual things like what a fool I‘ve been I curse the awful way - that I let you slip away For what was forged in love, is now cooling down With only myself to blame for playing that stupid game I thought I need only call and you would run But that day you never showed honey - well I sure learnt That it seems I need you more each day Heaven knows why that it goes that way Now it‘s far too late - an‘ I‘ve lost this time Like the Boy who cried Wolf An‘ yes - I know it‘s far too late To ever win you back No tale of nightmare‘s at my gate Could make you turn My lost concern And now the night falls down, upon my selfish soul I sit alone and wonder - where did I go wrong? It always worked before you kept the wolf from my door But one day you never showed and honey - Now I‘m not so sure That is seems I need you more each day Heaven knows why that it goes that way Now it‘s far too late - an‘ I‘ve lost this time Like the Boy who cried Wolf

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boy who cried wolf

141

I bought the paper yesterday and I saw the obituary And I read of how you died in pain Well I just couldn‘t understand it If I could of changed that, then Lord knows I‘d do it now But there is no going back And what‘s done is done forever But you were always chained and shackled by the dirt Of every small town institution and every big town flirt And I think of what you might have been, a man of such great promise Oh but, you seem to forget the dream And the more you saw you hated But let‘s not talk of blame, for what is only natural Like a moth going to a flame You had a dangerous passion But you were always chained and shackled by the dirt Of every small town institution and every big town flirt All the things that you might have been - but who am I to say? Still I wonder If it‘s the cold earth you prefer to lay If it‘s the cold earth - you prefer to stay

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a man of great promise

142

Catch me I‘m falling so fast and I can‘t seem to find All the reasons I had when the purpose was mine Now I stumble so fast rolling into the night Kiss me quick before I land and am broken in two Keep me on the right track, hold my dreams in tact too I get lost in this place - I get lost, yes its true Quand on n‘a plus rien en soi - Quand on n‘a plus de refuge Quand on ne peut plus fuir - Quand on ne sais on courrir Noir comme la nuit - Oui, noir comme mon ame Noir comme les eaux - Dans lesquels je sombre Help me I‘m sinking so fast into waters unplanned That I once held onto but have got out of hand Now the things that I loved are the things I can‘t stand Squeeze me slow before I come to that part of the ground It‘s a million miles up and a million miles down I get lost in between and I wait to be found Quand on n‘a plus rien en soi - Quand on n‘a plus de refuge Quand on ne peut plus fuir - Quand on ne sais ou courrir Noir comme la nuit - Oui noir comme mon ame Noir comme les eaux - Dans lesquels je sombre And in the waters I sink and in the waters I drink Until I rise to the top which in truth is not To make you feel your alright, to make you feel there‘s no fight -

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down the seine

143

No peace for the wicked - only war on the poor They‘re batting on pickets - trying to even the score It‘s all inclusive - the dirt comes free And you can be all that you want to be Oh an equal chance and an equal SAY But equally there‘s no equal pay There‘s room on top - if you tow the line And if you believe all this you must be out of your mind There‘s only room for those the same Those who play the leeches game Don‘t get settled in this place The lodger‘s terms are in disgrace Getcha brains blown out - in a captain‘s mess Stand for the Queen if you can stand the test It‘s all thrown in and the lies come free And you can be all that they want you to be Oh if you work hard you can be the boss But if you don‘t work at all then that‘s nobody‘s loss There‘s room on top - if you dig in low And the idea is what they reap you sow With an old school tie and a reference You can cover up crimes in their defence It‘s all thrown in and the lies come free And you can be all that they want you to be

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THE LODGER‘S

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Luck fell in the right place for me The day you happend to come by You caught me feeling all was useless And left me feeling ten feet high Now nothing again will be quite the same You gathered my fears and threw them away Luck dropped in just at the right time The time when I felt most alone All my dreams had seemed to vanish Now my nightmares have upped and gone I‘m not scared of farewells, nothing‘s the same twice I stride through the day and I float through the night How much choice do we have in this? Like some almighty hand smashing your life into pieces One day you‘re washed and drowned And the next minute you‘re put back on land Now nothing again can be quite the same I gather my fears and I throw them away Luck - when you hold me closely Ooh - feels like summertime Luck - when you hold my hand I - want it all the time Luck - in your country kisses Ooh - I love your outlook Luck - in your hills and valleys Go on talking my babbling brook!

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luck

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From the playground to the wasteground Hope ends at 17 Sweeping floors and filling shelves Forced into government schemes 11 years spent to dig out ditches, Forget your schoolday dreams Guarantees and lie-filled speeches, But nothings what it seems Qualified and patronised and with everything to lose. No choice or chance for the future The rich enjoy less tax Dress the girls in pretty pink The shit goes to the blacks A generation‘s heart torn out And covered up the facts The only thing they‘ll understand Is a wall against their backs The only hope now left for those - with everything to lose. In desperation empty eyes, Signed up and thrown away There‘s drugs replacing dignity, The short sharp shock repaid There‘ll be no money if you dare to question Working the Tory way The truth is up there carved in stone, Where 21 dead now lay A family‘s loss for a few pounds saved With everything to lose.

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WITH EVERYTHING TO LOSE

146

I know you have time But believe me it will fly by And if it don‘t treat you right I want you to know that you can call me. Into each life, some rain must fall But if the storm becomes too much for you all Don‘t be afraid to enter my life I will be there when you call me. Don‘t let your pride get in the way of your view Of how we used to be Oh, to you it‘s long ago, but to me, yesterday, The passing of time is like the crashing of waves It wears down on your memory and you can forget That if it all gets too much I will always be there For you to call me - if you need to call me. Into each life, some rain must fall But when the storm becomes too much for you all Don‘t be ashamed to enter my life I will be there when you call me.

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(when you) call me

147

Have you ever chased the night that sailed in front of you On a boat that‘s bound for hope But left you in the queue With your shouting, waving, taunting, flaunting friends as crew Telling you that every lie you ever heard was true Have you stood upon that deck Have you ever had it blue. Have you ever woke to find the morning didn‘t come Undelivered with the papers stolen by someone Found the milkman bound and gagged and shackles ‚ round the sun And the holder of the keys turns out to be the one The girl you had your heart set on Have you ever had it blue. Have you ever watched the day, passing by your door Powerless to change its course, your feet fixed to the floor When all the people you thought you knew are changing more and more Even the girl you thought would see, seems only to ignore The only love worth fighting for Have you ever had it blue

The Style Council | 1986

have you ever had it blue

148

What you asked for is what I gave No questions stopped at and nothing saved From my scarcity of presence to my rarely seen bed I took you in hoping that you‘d be a friend Now I‘m so scared of the weeks ahead What I dreamed of I saw in you I needed someone that I could trust too But you smashed down all my faith with your callous lies From the etching of daybreak to the canvas of moonlight And now I‘m so scared that your reveal what‘s mine The trail, you led me down Betrayal, you let me down The trail, I‘m so ashamed of you Now I‘m so scared of the weeks ahead From the silence I‘m lost here in my lonely room Tears are what brought you Now you brought gloom In the fading light of sun I hear my empty heart bloom Can you ever explain your need to cause me pain I hear the whispers in the Soho Cafes The poison gossip of the 10 ‚p‘ arcades Of looks and the stares of those who know Now their hateful eyes are the ones I close And I‘m so scared of the years ahead

The Style Council | 1987

THE PICCADILLY TRAIL

149

I was hoping to be found alive in a pool of lies and an ocean of tears, I was looking for a ship ahoy I was waiting, bottom line, for a miracle All I hope is that when they find me I have the good sense to say a prayer For all that is dear to me I hope I still find them waiting there Knowing that I should be grateful is not enough and no reason at all It‘s only right to reveal my feelings And even at times the best get bored I was floating for quite a while with my fingers resting in the deep blue sea I was watching the spin drift dancing Flowin‘ away to forever from me I could have stayed forever and Sunday Waiting for something or even someone I could‘ve watched the whole world pass me Just for the sake of being reasonable I was hoping to be found alive in a pool of lies and an ocean of tears I was looking for a ship ahoy I was waiting, bottom line, for a miracle All I hope is that when they find me I have the good sense to say a prayer For all that is dear to me I hope I still find them waiting there Knowing that I should be grateful is not enough or a reason at all It‘s only right to reveal my feelings And even at times the best get bored I couldn have stayed forever and Sunday Waiting for something or even someone I could‘ve watched the whole world pass me Just for the sake of being reasonable

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spin driftin

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I will learn, I will grow And for my pain, my strength shall show For as surely as Spring will come Bringing freshness to orderâ&#x20AC;&#x2DC;s dance Until the ices melt away Then we will live again I will try, I will succeed To train my sights upon the deep And wait for Summerâ&#x20AC;&#x2DC;s bloom to come Bringing warmth to the frozen hearts Until the skies are filled with love Then we will live again I will search, I will find And grow again the parts that died Like the changes that Autumn brings We need the courage to go ahead And not cling on to the past Then we can live again

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spring, summer, autumn

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152

I remember all the early days Trying to think of the right things to say I didn‘t want you to think I was like the rest Who think they own you just because you‘ve laid with them It didn‘t matter - really didn‘t matter It didn‘t matter now we are together There are crystal hearts just waiting to be smashed And out to break them are the ones who never last To soon today and gone tomorrow And taking with them just another little piece of you There are those who think its smart Thinking that they‘ve stole your love and broke your heart Too much too soon and gone tomorrow Well my love doesn‘t need to lend or steal or borrow

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It Didn‘t Matter

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If we don‘t move - the moves our last We deprive ourselves of our only chance Now once and for all, the right must go Now all for one - register to vote It‘s a chance to show, that you can‘t be bought Whatever you think - whatever you thought You‘ve got the choice, for what it‘s worth You know a third terms gonna cut the earth Disregard the cost is the party line A nation filled with apathy, suits fine To be unemployed and stay alive No Torys gonna tell you one in five One in five or one in three The difference is they don‘t lose no sleep Now once and for all the right must go Now all for one - register to vote The power that you need is in your hands Or a one party state is how we‘ll stand Every vote wasted, is our hopes lost Make it your decision and your cross X marks the spot, that could change your lives Every vote cast for a better time Now once and for all the right must go Now one for all - register to vote

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Right to go

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Heavens above what have we done Oh, we‘ve killed off the thing we had so little of True, love has no truth without a price But the cost of loving has been blown sky high Spend on the hope the call The Peacemaker And pray to their God - the Heavy Rainmaker Paegans of wealth they dance so freely As they give away the life that comes so cheaply Don‘t you see - there‘s a better way for us to be And in the back of your mind - you know its just a matter of time Time here today is life tomorrow Oh but life means less now the time is borrowed Paid for in blood, the donors seem keen As they realise too late they‘ve been so cheated Surely by now we‘ve paid the price What is there left to sacrifice You take the power - you take the pay You steal the will and have the say I‘m sure by now there‘s not much left One hand on heart - one on a breast You steal the milk - you milk the land But your time is up - your time is sand!

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Heavens Above

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The giant towers over all But from close distance he don‘t seem that big at all In fact he‘s no more than you or I Though we give him far more power than his size Could such a land ever exist Where those so many could be rendered oh so weak And still be listening by the phone To buy shares in things that we already own The giant towers over all But from close distance she don‘t seem that big at all In fact she‘s no more than you or I Though we give her far more power than her size Now as we lay me down to sleep Hold firm the idea that the truth shall always keep For history will prove in time That their laws today will be tomorrows crime

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Fairy Tales

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If I could I‘d give you the world Wrap it all around you I won‘t be satisfied with just a piece of your heart Angel, you‘re my Angel Dreams are Dreams and some dreams come true I found a real dream, baby when I found you You‘re so strong, but tender too Angel, you‘re my Angel Love like ours is heaven sent - each day a day to remember I feel so safe - feel safe when I‘m with you, with you Angel, you‘re my Angel You give me more, you keep right on giving Fill me up - baby we could go on living When things get tough, I can always turn to you Angel, you‘re my Angel I love the way we touch, I love the way it feels Every time your near me my poor heart just won‘t keep still No doubt about it that this love I feel is real Ask me to go with you - you know that I will Hold me near - hold me tight Only you can make it real - only you make it alright Just let me know that I am special to you Angel, you‘re my Angel

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I feel like walking, because my poor hearts breaking You told me once I know, but loves a thing that can go Vanish in the night, its gone by morning‘s light It drifted in one day - but I‘m hoping it will Stay - in my arms always, never go away I‘ll make this moment last and put time in the past Where time alone can stop - stop me thinking Walking the night - I‘m wondering if I‘m gonna see you again You left me standing by wracked with wondering Why I feel so insecure, yes a mad thing I know but I can‘t help myself, shake this feeling off Lets start getting back - to where we started From the difference that I felt - I thought I knew myself I thought I knew so well - now time alone will tell If we can make time stop - and keep this feeling

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Walking the Night

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I don‘t mind what people say, They always think the worst anyway And if I‘m wrong I‘ll pay the price It‘s a cost that I don‘t count as sacrifice I‘m gonna love you anyway I don‘t care what people say I‘m gonna love you come what may I don‘t care what people say An opinion held is such demand But I‘d much sooner hold your hand It‘s a question of priority And I think that you would still be here for me I‘d be a fool to bow to their advice As if their wish were my command And I would be a fool to say goodbye To the love that lies waiting, now

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Waiting

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The cost of loving‘s on the line again Honey, that just won‘t do As we turn another blind eye Oh, they steal it from you. But the feelings coming back Guess it always will And no matter how hurt you‘ve been Cost of lovings on the line Honey that just won‘t do Might take a little bit of time Oh, but I‘ve faith in me and you The black market on the side Oh, we take more than we need And take it in our stride Starving those who we feed When the feeling starts again Then we‘ll do more right than wrong Waiting for a brighter day Has always been too long The cost of lovings on the line Honey that just won‘t do

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The Cost of Loving

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Hush little baby don‘t you cry Momma‘s gonna buy you a nursery rhyme And if that don‘t send you to sleep Momma‘s gonna have to find the key All of our worries are not our choice Someone sees to that, I know not why Things that we‘ve worked for they started to sell Now heaven is for angels and earth is hell Hush little baby your time may come When things as they are now will be undone And you as the change if you last that long And you as the change if you last that long Hush oh, my child, Momma‘s only sad They‘ve damned nearly taken away all I have And all I have in the world is you Just you and the future‘s that sees me through But hush oh, my child, Momma‘s only sad They‘ve damned nearly taken away all I have And all I have in the world is you All I have in the world is you It‘s you and the future‘s that sees me through

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A Woman‘s Song

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There‘s a girl in my office, She keeps on stopping Right in front of my eyes, Though I try and try I can‘t hide anymore, Letting my feelings speak for me But when I try to speak, My tongue gets weak I stay the lonely man I am Why should it be That my heart‘s under lock, And I can‘t find the key Tell me, why should it seem That I‘m diving inside without making a try Why oh, well I only want to be wanted There‘s a girl in my dreams, Working nights on my scenes Till she has me in little bits, There‘s a time and a place But it moves at a pace, And I can‘t seem to keep in time There‘s a word for the way, But no words can I say So a lonely man I stay Why should it be I confess that it‘s hard, turning hopes into dreams but Why did I see You cocoon yourself nights Finding soup in your flies Oh, I only to be wanted Why should it be That my heart‘s under lock And I can‘t find the key Tell me, why should it seem That I‘m diving inside without making a try Why oh, well I only want to be wanted

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I‘ll keep on diving til I reach the ends, dredging up the past to drive me round the bendz, what is it in me that I can‘t forget I keep finding so much that I now regret. But no, on I go down into the depths turning things over that are better left dredging up the past that has gone for good trying to polish up what is rotting wood. Something inside takes me down again diving not for goblets but tin cans dredging up the past for reasons so rife passing bits of wrecks that once passed for life. But I‘ll keep on diving till I drown the sea, of things not worth, even mentioning perhaps I‘ll come to the surface and come to my senses but it‘s a very deep sea around my own devizes. Diving, diving.

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It‘s a Very Deep Sea

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It‘s either Something in their eyes or something in the drink But whatever it is they both stop and think There‘s no going back and nothing above It‘s lust or loneliness - but never love. She takes a breath as he takes his keys First name terms is the extent of it there‘s no getting out as they‘re going in But by tomorrow they both will begin To regret and renege on a bond they have struck A small price to pay and casual luck Some lose nothing - some lose a lot But whatever we have is all we have got. He takes her hand and leads to the room In half light and silence for their clothes to remove There‘s doubt in her mind but hope in her heart That this last one of many may be the start. So they wriggle and writhe for an hour or two But time has no place when two are consumed. They moan and they gasp but they don‘t really speak As no conversation could fit this scene. And tomorrow as always, always comes As she slips away - he still dumb He felt the urge just as she felt the need Now the need to get out, still carrying his seed, Which trickles down her leg and onto her shoe Onto the pavement and then out of view Into the gutter and down into a drain Joining a river and there to remain There‘s no going back and there‘s nothing above It‘s lust and loneliness that drives us along It‘s lust and loneliness - but it‘s seldom love.

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The Story of Someone‘s Shoe

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Changes of clothes and summer showers Like changing the guard it only lasts for hours, Wondering what and where did it go Crying over nothing worth crying for Once in a while - I still think about, The smile on your face girl, the first time around, I‘m wondering what and who your doing it with Crying over nothing - worth crying for, still Just now and then - I still get it, That same old feeling, I can‘t forget it Wondering why and where did I go Trying not to let them get to me so Once in a while I just can‘t help it It‘s that same old feeling and how I regret it, Wondering why - I miss you so, Crying over nothing worth it all Baby please, if there‘s a chance, Let‘s throw out the past and get something back, I‘m wondering why - did we part at all Crying over nothing worth crying for, Crying over nothing worth crying for, Crying over nothing worth crying for.

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Changing of the Guard

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True I was a gardener, once upon a time. When the world ws young and all the earth was mine Mine to tend to, to plough and to sow. Before mankind came and rendered all things low. And beauty was it‘s first name by this I would call. And ready the harvest for one and for all. The orchards and the wheatfields which could of fed the world, Were divided up like money and sold through human slaves The rivers fresh, the hillsides that had no need of name, Now ran red with the life blood and drunk with guilty shame. The gentle bough was broken and twisted out of shape, And who knows the consequences when the bough doth break, The mother soil which reared it‘s young, now reared her angry head, And rain fell down like teardrops upon the flower beds. The blame for this I‘m in no doubt, is mine and mine alone, But so proud was I of my work, I had to share it‘s growth ‘Tis true I was a gardener in the time before the flood, Now these greenfingers of mine - are stained by angels blood.

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the gardener of eden

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Dads gone down the dog track, Engels‘ laying cables Brothers with his student friends plotting in the stables They‘re preparing for power and how to win I‘m covered in Solaire and preparing to swim „Old Iron! Old Iron!“ - I heard the bobby shout As he brought his friendly truncheon down with with a God Almighty clout. Mothers playing bingo, she‘s hoping for a big win She buys the daily papers to see how 10% live My cousins‘ greatest wish, is to one day buy a farm And turn it into a health club with top people charm „Any evening, any day“ - I‘m singing to myself I‘ll pack up all my clothes and dough and piss off somewhere else. My ol‘ man was a dust person until he got the shove Now the iron heel he talked about is backed by the iron glove Brothers bought new glasses, shaped like Leon Trotsky‘s They look very nice on the mantlepiece, next to the Royal family I‘m laying back with the radio on, in time to hear the Archer‘s An everyday tale of country folk mixed up in prostitution. Like all good stories with a happy end, which I‘ll now give to you Our cousins wish was granted and so his dream came true His gas shares doubled, while his telecoms soared Til he had enough money, to chair his own board And thank you Margaret Thatcher, „may you never come to harm“ He now serves cocktails and lettuce at a Top Peoples Health Club Farm.

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Life at a Top People‘s Health Farm

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I don‘t know why, I went missing It could have been the call of night It could have been a change of mind. I don‘t know why, I went missing And though lost I found myself Where I had been all the time. When the clock chimes I shall be gone But judge not the action but what went wrong I‘m no saint but I‘m no sinner That‘s one of the reasons why, I went missing. Took me off to somewhere nice a night at half bored in paradise. There‘s plenty more I could have kissed And those who wanted it - I could of resist But I blamed myself for this out of town kissing I made up an excuse of why I went missing. But truth as in fiction is sometimes strained And love and contradiction have a part to play I once blamed myself now I blame you Why I went missing is a fictional truth.

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Why I Went Missing

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Of all the things that money can buy freedoms never cheap But all the things she needed in life - she had no need to keep. Of all the things she asked of me none were ever fun And I‘m no good at acting while - the cameras on the run. Don‘t you know - she threw it all away I wonder how she feels today. She threw it all away I wonder if she‘s there to stay. I tried, a bit, to change into - something that I‘m not But trying to mould with dynamite is like giving lions spots. Guess you knew - she threw it all away Don‘t shed a tear there‘s no need to cry. She threw it all away I played both parts in the fool and I. Yes, I know your hurting inside but I can‘t stop those tears in your eyes, falling from your face Everytime you fall apart I knew at the start - when it happened again it was the start of the end for us. With all the things that money can buy you‘ll never be alone But thankfully you remembered the words to I „Can‘t Buy Me Love“.

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How She Threw It All Away

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There‘s better ways of making cash Than waiting in parks and selling your arse. But I‘m on the move and about to stay, Always old in a very young way. I‘m a fool to myself when I think now, I believed in the why but didn‘t know how. And now I don‘t fit with no place to go, Only down in a comical show. All of the promises and all the dreams, Couldn‘t put humpty back on his feet. All the queens horses and all the queens guards, Couldn‘t put money back in the yards. There‘s better ways of losing your pride, Than waiting in queues for a cheque at a time. But I‘ve been taught that it‘s me whose the ponce, And I can only act as I‘ve been taught to respond. But there‘s better ways to make ends meet, Than shuffling through life dead on your feet. But here we are and there they stay, With their very small handouts in a very big way.

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Iwasadoledadstoyboy

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Confessions 1, 2 & 3 - Count me off but don‘t count me down, Down to what you wanted of me Now I know - I could not be, Confessions of the fool of dreams As I once - once took the blame Now I just laugh and sing That it‘s all - all in the game. You once my judge - once my jury too One is too much - once I realised you. Confessions of a peeping Tom Watching life - take its clothes off, Stripped for all the world to see At the time - I could not see! Confessions that I‘ll now proceed Written down - for me and you. So make sure you understand and don‘t sign what isn‘t true. Take it away - get your lawyer involved Take it to court in accordance with love! Sometimes full - mostly empty within. But check this out - I won‘t get there again Confessions 1, 2 & 3 - count them off but don‘t count me in, In on what you thought it was and you know - whatever that was, Confessions that will now proceed Written down - for me and you, So don‘t tell me that you won‘t sign What you know - know is the truth.

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Confessions 1, 2, & 3

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Cheap and tacky bullshit land told when to sit don‘t know where you stand too busy recreating the past to live in the future. Poor relations to Uncle Sam - bears no relation to the country man too busy being someone else to be who you really are. Shitty plastic prefab town mind where you walk when the sun goes down too busy hating others to even love your own. Bobbies on the beat again - beating blacks for blues again. It‘s one way to get involved in the community. Love me, love my jeans I must buy shares in Heinz baked beans too busy buying up, selling out, selling off. 3,2,1, in others terms - win a life sentence and a queen mum perm the individuals that state, in a state of seige. Do pop and press and mix, do tits and news stew The next one in the poor house could be you to busy saying „thank you“ to say what for? No time to spare - „spare me a dime“? the Great Depression is organised crime Their confessions are written in your blood. Kiss your ass an‘ dreams goodbye come back when you‘ve learnt to cry to busy try‘na be strong to see how weak you are. Wave your flags and waive your fate the freedom you claim is the one you hate the victory you seek will never come. Brutal views through brutal eyes see no future, hear no lies speak no truth to me or the people I love. When I grow up I want to be all the things you‘ve never been and your opinion will count for none.

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Confessions of a Pop-Group

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Can it be a part of me has changed alot That you have come into my life and brought so much With your sweet loving ways I don‘t want to change Sweet loving ways Let me just say That your sweet loving ways have saved I remember watching you from far away Now my love grows stronger near you every day With your sweet loving ways I don‘t want to change Sweet loving ways Let me just say That your sweet loving ways have saved Every night in your bed Every day in my head How those nerves sound so dear As I hold you so near You saved me, you saved me Sweet loving ways Don‘t you change Every night in your bed Every day in my head How those words sound so clear As I hold you so near

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174 Can it be a part of me has changed alot That you have come into my life and brought so much With your sweet loving ways I don‘t want to change Sweet loving ways Let me just say That your sweet loving ways I don‘t want to change Sweet loving ways Let me just say That your sweet loving ways With them I‘m saved Sweet loving ways I don‘t want to change Sweet loving ways Let me just say That your sweet loving ways With them I‘m saved

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Guilty of the old excuse Of losing myself to you But I‘m only human I think in time things can only get more confused If I make the same mistake Of thinking it‘s all quite plain Please excuse my ignorance But I‘ve never felt this before In love for the first time Our hearts beat almost in time And nothing else seems to matter There‘s nothing else that‘s on my mind I have no sense of time Only necking, mating I think you‘ll know when we‘re apart the time goes so slow In love for the first time Our hearts beat almost in time And nothing else seems to matter And where to start I do not know These things take time And time to grow Now nothing else is on my mind I have no sense of time Only necking, mating I think you‘ll know when we‘re apart the time goes so slow In love for the first time Our hearts beat almost in time And nothing else seems to matter

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in love for the first time

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Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Brothers, sisters, one day we‘ll all be free From fighting; violence; people crying in the street When the angels from above Fall down and spread their wings like doves We‘ll walk hand in hand Sisters, brothers, we‘ll make it to the Promised Land You and I We‘ll walk the land And as one, and as one We‘ll take our stand When the angels from above Fall down and spread their wings like doves We‘ll walk hand in hand Sisters, brothers, we‘ll make it to the Promised Land

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Promised Land

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Everybody‘s on the run When times get too rough and things get you down When life gets too tough just take a look around The money gets tight and there‘s no one around No one in sight - you‘ve got to understand You‘re trying so hard to make your life right They‘ll knock back down - but you won‘t be there for life When times get too rough and things get you down When life gets too tough just take a look around

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everybody‘s on the run

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A CASUAL AFFAIR It‘s funny how time seems to soften the blow And only with time do I see at all That the promises made were the start of the fall The biggest mistake was to promise at all Shout the odds And what does it matter now? That dreams are a passing cloud Their place is taken With many more fools like us The time that we had we now have to repay The sweet things we ate now leave a bitter taste Can you ever remember a night or a day You ever regretted eating that way Say I‘m wrong But inside you know I‘m right And useless to try and fight They say it was worth it But you know it never was The hurt inside And all the wasted tears we‘ve cried Oh, the fun we had All the good things just turned bad Oh, the memories Rearrange themselves to misery for me Say I‘m wrong But inside you know I‘m right And useless to try and fight

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179 They say it was worth it But you know it never was The hurt inside And all the wasted tears weâ&#x20AC;&#x2DC;ve cried Oh, the fun we had All the good things just turned bad Oh, the memories Rearrange themselves to misery for me A casual affair in a casual way We donâ&#x20AC;&#x2DC;t go far living from day to day It just is a laugh that we left unnamed You came here with pride but they told you was changed Shout the odds And what does it matter now? That dreams are a passing cloud Their place is taken With many more fools like us

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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 Worlds apart, you and I, we’re worlds apart

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francoise The teardrops in my eyes are now just words upon some paper Imitating poetry that comes to my time later Oh, Francoise Could it be the time changing Oh, Francoise Please don‘t get me wrong - I meant it If good things come in twos why did we never act as one I thought that we might last forever I‘m shocked to find we won‘t Oh, Francoise Can it be that time‘s so different Oh, Francoise But don‘t think that I never felt it Once upon a time I could have told you what I wanted But more and more I grow to find that nothing‘s as expected Oh, Francoise Perhaps it means that I am changing Oh, Francoise Please don‘t get me wrong - I meant it

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aprilâ&#x20AC;&#x2DC;s fool I, just like a fool let you go Not knowing what I had lost As only a fool would know Still counting, but not the cost And so not having much left to show I tried to fool myself As only a fool could show Until she comes to me I never thought that it would be this way See I took it granted that you were here to stay You with your brown eyes of blue I couldnâ&#x20AC;&#x2DC;t see further than me Now I see the same old view Unless you come back to me Until you come back to me If you come back to me I never thought it would be this way See I took it granted that you were here to stay I, just like a fool let you go Not knowing what I had lost As only a fool would know Unless you come back to me Until you come back to me If you come back to me

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I took a trip down boundary lane Try an‘ find myself again At least the part I left somewhere Buried under a hedgerow near A lazy bridge on a hot afternoon Water glistening while it plays a tune Cloud burst on a rainy day Wiping all my sleep away Uh-huh Oh-Yeh! Uh-huh Oh-Yeh! Always there to confuse and fool ya Uh-huh Oh-Yeh! Uh-huh Oh-Yeh! Always there to confuse and fool you And in my mind I saw the place As each memory returned to trace Dear Reminders of who I am The very roots upon which I stand And there they were for all to see My long, lost, used to be‘s And all the dreams I had to dream Were really something, not make believe Uh-huh Oh-Yeh! Uh-huh Oh-Yeh! Always there to confuse and fool ya Uh-huh Oh-Yeh! Uh-huh Oh-Yeh! Always there to confuse and fool you A lazy tree by a wishing well I wish now that I could tell If all the dreams I used to dream Are really something or make believe Uh-huh Oh-Yeh! Uh-huh Oh-Yeh! Always there to confuse and fool ya Uh-huh Oh-Yeh! Uh-huh Oh-Yeh! Always there to confuse and fool you

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UH HUH OH YEH

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I‘ve heard them all talking I guess you have too Adding flickers to the flame How I‘ve treated you I take the blame But let me say - that they don‘t know The fools don‘t know - They really don‘t know That I really didn‘t mean to hurt you. Oh darling, I didn‘t mean to hurt you Please believe me when I say That I didn‘t mean to hurt you girl. Whatever they tell you There‘s more I could say Lending motion to the wheel How you built me up When I was falling down, down But who knows - you just might find Just might find - That I‘m just your kind And I really didn‘t mean to hurt you. And tho‘ I was looking there for something Some things have no meaning While I was looking there for something Everything had gone And still as I looked; I lived And still as I lived; I wondered.

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I Didn‘t Mean to Hurt You

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In a momentary lapse of my condition That sent me tumbling down into a deep despair Lost and dazed so I had no real recollection Until the rain cleared the air When you wake to find that everything has left you And the clothes you wear belong to someone else See your shadow chasing off towards the shore line Drifting into emptiness There are bullrushes outside my window And their leaves whisper words in the wind Tomorrow I‘ll walk to the harbour And catch the first boat that‘s coming in Like a child too small to reach the front door handle Or maybe just too scared to know what I would find Now I feel I‘m strong enough to take the slow ride Not knowing when I will arrive I do believe I‘m going home ‘Cause I don‘t call this place my own I‘m missing what I had Happy times and sad More than I ever thought could be

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Bull-Rush

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Only surface - Jus‘ skin deep When words fly like angels around your feet Need the something - feel real inside Cling together - as together we ride Round and round and up and down Here we go in this moment in time Round and round and up and down Here we go again Movin‘ up to collect our prizes Sinkin‘ fast into life‘s surprises Win today but lose tomorrow Lending what we just can‘t borrow Time around us - time to live Getting back everything we give Freedoms truth is the only truth To save the day and pave the route Be the first one on your block To know the time and own a clock Whose hands point upwards to the stars To tell us if our future‘s far

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Round and Round

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Remember how we started on a summer‘s night To drunk to care abut what might You turned my head to kiss your lips Time stood still as my heart skipped a beat And if I could I‘d take your hand And lead you off back to the past I know a trail - a secret mile An‘ better to cry than never smile The moonlight shining through your flowered curtains I think we knew it was us for certain An‘ just the thing that we hoped for Was building up into something more Oh I‘ve been searching, searching Trying to find the words to say Oh I‘ve been searching, searching Trying to get back to the love we made - yesterday Remember how we started on a summer‘s night Too young to know about what might And just as well As we might not Of ever started on this course at all

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Remember How We Started

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Autumn blew its leaves at me, Threatening winter as I walked. Summer always goes so quick, Barely stopping like my thoughts. Which dip and spin and change so fast I have to wonder - Will I last. Through the windows of the train, I caught reflections of a paper cup, Hanging small in a pale blue sky, Never knowing which way‘s up. Above the clouds, what‘s to be found, I have to wonder - Will I be around. As my anger shouts - At my own self doubt, So a sadness creeps - Into my dreams When you‘re scared of living - But afraid to die I get scared of giving - And I must find the faith to beat it I must be me that‘s rushing by, Time just lingers on the wind. Bristlin‘ through my open fears, I wonder what it‘s going to bring. Above the clouds, what‘s to be found, I have to wonder - Will I be around. Run and hide, run and hide I catch the sail at evening‘s tide.

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Above the Clouds

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I‘ll meet‘cha on a bus at dawn An open top one if it‘s warm And if the flowers are in bloom I‘ll lose myself to you I‘ll be whistling down a street You‘ll hear our footsteps start to meet Then the craziness begins An‘ like chalk and cheese We‘ll shoot the breeze Heading up west In an open top deck Trying to remember just what for Then we‘ll talk for hours and hours About nothing much at all With your long hair falling down In curl after curl And I too shy to ask What I really want to do Racked, with my own self doubt I stumble and fall Like a fool in love My mind in the air Heaven knows where Yeh, heading up west In an open top deck Trying to remember just what for

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Clues

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Into the mists of time and space Where we have no say over date and place Don‘t get embarrassed if it happens a lot, That you don‘t know how you started or where you‘re gonna stop And if at times it seems insane - all the tears in searching; Turning all your joy to pain - in pursuit of learning; Buy a dream and hideaway - can‘t escape the sorrow; Your mojo will have no effect - as we head into tomorrow Round and round like a twisted wheel Spinning in attempt to find the feel Find the path that will help us find A feeling of control over lives and minds And if at times it seems insane - all the tears in searching; Turning all your joy to pain - in pursuit of learning; Buy a dream and hideaway - can‘t escape the sorrow; Your mojo will have no effect - as we head Into the stars and always up Drinking from a broken cup Whose golden gleam is fading fast Praying that it has not passed Into tomorrow

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Into Tomorrow

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The sunny sand we ran along Everyday began upon The summer‘s kiss of love and adventure And every June that we fell into Left a mark upon us too Etched forever as a moment we‘d remember And we‘d remember The empty woods where we played Every hour of every day The holidays went on forever And in the woods was a soldier‘s tomb The ghost of which looked over you And God was there amongst the trees We felt his whisper as the summer‘s breeze And every night and every day I learnt to love it in a special way As I remember What it‘s like to walk amongst butterflies

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Amongst Butterflies

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Come on in - admissions free I won‘t refuse - those who wanna see Bring your loved ones - those you hold dear Bring them all - there‘s no restrictions here But don‘t look for blame - as an easy escape There‘s nothing on show - that isn‘t your shame So come on in - it‘s a small price to pay And I won‘t refuse - those who‘ve lost their way Said it‘s strange......

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The Strange Museum

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Unfit to live in - just about fit to burst Like the banks of a swollen river As bitterness does its worst Working on your feelings - eating you all up But you have to shake that shit to move on An‘ let love carry you on up (It‘s just) bitterness rising - taking you off Bitterness rising - you gotta shake those feelings off Unfair to give in - and never changes course If you have the choice before you You gotta take it with a force Or the past will take you - keep you from the truth As bitterness rises - from the ashes of your youth (It‘s just) bitterness rising - taking you off Bitterness rising - you gotta shake those feelings off Moments in time finding the space To be what‘cha wanna be The things you never got Life you never had The dreams that you once dreamed Finding the space - waiting your time To be what‘cha wanna be Just be! Or the past will take you - keep you from the truth As bitterness rises - from the ashes of your youth (It‘s just) bitterness rising - taking you off Bitterness rising - you gotta shake those feelings off

Paul Weller | 1992

Bitterness Rising

195

Life‘s complexities trouble your rise, As you attempt to ascend into the high, Is there nowhere else left to run, But to the Kosmos - men gaze - to look for heaven. Flying high - never come down Flying high - don‘t know how to come down Take a ride into the soon, Be the first one on the moon, Take a slide - come back to earth, But it‘s to the Kosmos - men dare - to look for something. Flying high - never come down Flying high - don‘t know how to come down No time to spare - Destiny is here No time to lose - better if we choose Less time to share People stop and stare, To look for hope above the clouds To look for heaven A world away, a million light years That‘s how far destruction seems Now our dreams are sad, slow creatures Dying to know - who am I? - what am I? Where am I to go?

Paul Weller | 1992

Kosmos

196

Where angels meet - their words are whispers As sea touches shore - the clouds move swiftly And me, so small Compared to it all Like a fly on the wall As pieces sweep Their meaning is still no clearer And under my feet There‘s nothing to stop my own free fall Down and down I go And compared to it all I‘m a fly on the wall Our children sleep Resting our hopes and wishes The night in between I‘m casting my scope, just fishing Uhh, and in spite of it all Oh, I look at me so small And compared to it all I‘m a fly on the wall And compared to it all I‘m a fly on the wall

Paul Weller | 1992

fly on the wall

197

198

I don‘t care how long this lasts We have no future, we have no past I write this now while I‘m in control I‘ll choose the words and how the melody goes, Along winding streets we walked hand in hand And how I long for that sharp wind To take my breath away again I‘d run my fingers through your hair Hair like a wheatfield I‘d run through That I‘d run through And I miss you so - I miss you so No you‘re gone I feel so alone I miss you so I‘d send you a flower - a sunflower bright `Cause you cloud my days messing up my nights And all the way up to the top of your head Sunshower kisses I felt we had And I miss you so - Oh baby I miss you so Now you‘re gone, I feel so low - oh I miss you so, I do But I miss you so - Oh darling I miss you so Now you‘re gone, I feel so low - oh I said I miss you so, I do All I gotta do is think of you - and I miss you so Baby I‘m... I`m afraid to say why - I miss you so Baby I‘m... I`m afraid to say why - Oh I miss you so

Paul Weller | 1993

Sunflower

199

Crystal words that hang so fine - But none will stop us falling Pulling faster all the time - Powerless to warnings If you feel the hand of God - Can you guide it holy man? But you are only flesh and blood - Waiting too for judgement Still saying! Daddy don‘t weep Momma don‘t cry Everybody gets their time Don‘t be sad don‘t be blue - Pray for me I‘ll do the same for you Split the Father and the Son - Hand words to ease them If you have the hand of God - Can you heal us holy man? But you are only flesh and blood - Waiting too for judgement Still saying! Hang on tight hang on strong How much longer can this go on But don‘t be sad don‘t be blue - It‘s one more thing set to confuse Daddy don‘t weep Momma don‘t cry Every fear must have its time Don‘t be sad don‘t be blue - Pray for me I‘ll do the same for you. Can you bring the hand of God? Can you stop the killing? Get us back to hope and love - Never more be needed Still saying! Bloods gone bad bad to worse Worse to bad and back again But don‘t be sad don‘t be blue - It‘s one more thing sent to confuse Momma don‘t weep Daddy don‘t cry Every fear must have its time Don‘t be sad don‘t be blue - Pray for me I‘ll do the same for you.

Paul Weller | 1993

Can You Heal Us (Holy Man)

200

High tide - mid afternoon People fly by in the traffics boom Knowing - just where you‘re blowing Getting to where you should be going. Don‘t let them get you down Making you feel guilty about Golden rain will bring you riches All the good things - you deserve now. (Right now) Climbing forever trying Find your way out - of the wild wild wood Now theres no justice You‘ve only yourself - that you can trust in And I said - high tide - mid afternoon People fly by in the traffics boom Knowing - just where you‘re blowing Getting to where you should be going. Day by day your world fades away Waiting to feel - all the dreams that say Golden rain will bring you riches All the good things - you deserve now - and I say Climbing forever trying You‘re gonna Find your way out - of the wild wild wood Said you‘re gonna find you way out - of the wild wild wood.

Paul Weller | 1993

Wild Wood

201

And all the pictures on the wall Serve only to remind you of it all The wasted days we could have lived Now we‘re left with nothing left to give There was a time I really loved you But when that was I just can‘t say As all the memories merge into one As each day becomes each day The clock hands ticking on the wall Are just reminders of it all The wasted days we could have lived Now we‘re left with nothing left to give We used to meet each others‘ eyes And that‘s all we‘d have to say Now we don‘t talk that much at all The further our eyes seem to stray And in a funny kind of way This empty room was full one day Full of love that we once shared - now it all looks so bare The silent walls whose cracks I feel But is there room to let the hatred heal?

Paul Weller | 1993

All the Pictures on the Wall

202

And when I open my eyes - will it then be morning? First rays of summer sun - coming down and shining And if I open my heart and say all that you would want Hope faith and all I believe will be there to greet me And if I open my head remember all that I said Hey baby what will you find - coming down to meet you? A lot of words but no one talking I donâ&#x20AC;&#x2DC;t want no part of that Something real is what Iâ&#x20AC;&#x2DC;m seeking One clear voice in the wilderness And put an end to all your doubts Has my fire really really gone out?

Paul Weller | 1993

Has My Fire Really Gone Out?

203

I know a place not far from here Where lifes sweet perfume fills the air And if you want I‘ll take you there If you want I‘ll take you there Into the light out of the dark Where only love can heal your heart And if you want I‘ll make a start If you want I‘ll make a start This place I say - half hour away Is that so far to go - so near And further on we‘ll find the time And lose the discontent we feel - that we feel I feel the time we‘ve yet to reach Is not yet within our own belief But I feel sure that time‘ll come If it goes on at all, said - if it goes on at all, whoa - if it goes on at all, hey - it goes on and on and on and on I know a place not far from here Where fresh cut grass will fill your hair And if you want we‘ll lay a while there If you want we‘ll lay a while there If you want we‘ll lay a while there.

Paul Weller | 1993

Country

204

A storm is raging inside my head The wind is howling such thoughts of death Why am I so lost and confused? Can‘t find the reason for feeling blue There‘s so much I can‘t explain Hope this season changes soon The lightning strikes and the mountains fall The sea‘s come crashing against it all Hang on tight in the tides of change And get your bearings from those still sane There‘s so much I‘ve yet to feel Hope the seasons change me too. The serpent tangles in the lion‘s claw A cloud of darkness hangs over all As fires soar in search of sky So blow embers like fire flies Hoping love is where they‘ll lie And the season change us too.

Paul Weller | 1993

5th Season

205

Can you put a smile back on - all these different faces Of all these people from - such different places And if you can succeed - what then will you achieve With a different tune to play - you‘ve been saving for a rainy day Will you heal the scar that‘s on - the years been wasted The tears spent on the past - just filling spaces Or is love forever gone banished to a smaller part Hide behind your wall and start - to get to the very heart An‘ if you wanna shoot the moon - make sure that you know why Careful fly too soon - better let someone else try I‘m the weaver of your dreams - I get rid of your bogeyman I‘m here to smash the shell you‘re under An‘ get you into another thing I‘m the weaver of your dreams - I put paid to the rocketman I‘m here to break the spell you‘re under And get you started with another plan Could you put a kiss back on - the lips so twisted Waiting for the chance to start - dipping into wishes Or is love forever gone - banished to a smaller part Hide behind your wall and start - to get to the very heart And in the midst of the darkest night Think of me and hold me tight So that I might live to see All the weaving of my dreams.

Paul Weller | 1993

The Weaver

206

Like a dream on the ocean Always drifting away And I can‘t catch up She just skips away - on the tide Sometimes a great notion Can lead you astray So weak to devotion So strong to desire Baby, baby, baby won‘t you let me ride Take me off on your sail boat ride Come on now angels, are on your side But she slips away - oh, and never stays Like mercury gliding A silver teardrop that falls And I CAN‘T HOLD ON Through my fingers she‘s gone At the foot of the mountain Such a long way to climb How will I ever get up there Though I know I must try Baby, baby, baby won‘t you let me ride Take me off on your sail boat ride Come on now angels, are on your side But she slips away - oh, and never stays Like a dream on the ocean Always drifting away And I can‘t catch up She just skips away - on the tide She just slips away - on the tide Skips away - as she glides

Paul Weller | 1993

Foot of the Mountain

207

Do you still feel the same way about it Like you always said you would Or has time re-written everything Like you never dreamt it could Remember when we wanted to fly forever On a magic carpet ride Well forever seems a long time Cutting us down in size No matter how hard we try And I could see all I had done Just chasing dreams across the fields In the shadow of the sun I plan to have it all while I‘m still young And chase the fields across my dreams In the shadow of the sun In the shadow of the sun Once upon a time I might have told you But now nothing seems that plain However much we‘re changing There are some things the same And those same things still say And I could see all I had done Just chasing dreams across the fields In the shadow of the sun I plan to have it all while I‘m still young And chase the fields across my dreams In the shadow of the sun In the shadow of the sun

Paul Weller | 1993

Shadow of the Sun

208

Was that a shooting star I saw It‘s rare for me to make a wish at all Because I feel that I can only hope These dangerous time, we are barely afloat And I hope the world will heal itself And our worn out souls along with it So that you will get the chance to say That you have seen a better day You‘ve got the moon on your pyjamas And the stars in your eyes Sweet child you‘re a dream in disguise Angels on silver strings hang from above Let love and laughter shine wherever you go Through your new eyes I‘ve come to see How beautiful my life can be And I‘ll keep this wish this time I think And blow it in with a kiss upon your head And I hope the world will heal itself And our worn out souls along with it So that you will get the chance to see A Summer‘s blue sky behind green trees You‘ve got the moon on your pyjamas And the stars in your eyes Sweet child you‘re a dream in disguise Angels on silver strings hang from above Let love and laughter shine wherever you go

Paul Weller | 1993

Moon on Your Pyjamas

209

Hidden in the back seat of my head Some place I can‘t remember where I found it just by coincidence An‘ now I‘m all hung up again Just like a soldier from the past Who won‘t be told it‘s over yet Refusing to put down his gun Too keep on fighting to the war is won He‘s gotta hurt someone He‘ll keep on fighting ‘Til his war is won Waiting for the moment Keep on looking for a sign Extraordinary - trying to cease the war inside Hidden in the back seat of my head Some place I can‘t remember where I found it just by coincidence An‘ now I‘m all hung up again

Paul Weller | 1993

hung up

210

Once I had a love, so sweet - I remember She‘d follow me to the ends of the earth and I‘d let her And everyday was like a fairy tale Cuts me up inside to think how I failed I see now so well She gave me everything she had for the better Gave me the key to her soul - and I let her Once I had a love, so sweet - I remember She‘d follow me to the ends of the earth and I let her And every day was like a picture book The look of love was in her eyes And how she‘d look - but me, I just took A fellow traveler with nothing planned Save loving me the way I am Expecting nothing in return And I through her I got to learn Too late for me to see I measured out my destiny Too late for me to know And where I lost her - I don‘t know Once I had a love, so sweet - I remember She‘d follow me to the ends of the earth Yes I let her - I let her slip away

Paul Weller | 1993

Ends Of The Earth

211

Everyone thinks it‘s fine Making cash, coasting time Everyone thinks it‘s fair To be almost free - to be almost there But not really aware Anyone can cry So wipe away those phoney tears in your eyes Don‘t come ‘round here Expecting votes See who charts the course on a sinking boat And whatever you give Listen - you give to give But humanities so weak - if it can it would give The loved of the loved There‘s a man down there And it should be clear I thought we knew And believed in it too Anyone can see why So wipe away the phoney tears you cry An‘ don‘t come ‘round here Expecting votes See who charts the course on a sinking boat And whatever you give Listen - you give to give But humanities so weak - if it can it would give The loved of the loved

Paul Weller | 1994

The loved

212

This is no time for fumbling This is no time for turning down This is no age for wandering All too much, we stumble and fall - We stumble and fall This is no time for mumbling This is no time for forgetting your lines This is no time for tumbling All too much, we stumble and fall - We stumble and fall This is no time for dreaming When you sleep, you wake to find That something or someone Has stolen your precious time As you start to climb This is no time to go missing Though it is the time Weâ&#x20AC;&#x2DC;d like to most This is no age to go fishing All too soon it will be us getting caught As we stumble and fall

Paul Weller | 1994

This is no time

213

214

Is happiness real? Or am I so jaded I can‘t see or feel - like a man been tainted Numbed by the effect - aware of the muse Too in touch with myself - I light the fuse I‘m the changingman - built on shifting sands I‘m the changingman - waiting for the bangAs I light a bitter fuse Time is on loan - only ours to borrow What I can‘t be today - I can be tomorrow And the more I see - the more I know The more I know - the less I understand. I‘m the changingman - built on shifting sands I‘m the changingman - waiting for the bangTo light a bitter fuse It‘s a bigger part When our instincts act A shot in the dark A movement in black And the more I see - the more I know The more I know - the less I understand. I‘m the changingman - built on shifting sands (I don‘t have a plan) I‘m the changingman - waiting for the bangTo light a bitter fuse

Paul Weller | 1995

the changingman

215

Beware false prophets - take a stand! My fortune cookie cracked up in my hand, More advice to fill up your head More empty words from the living deadWho seek to explain what can‘t really be saidAnd how disappointed I was To turn out after all Just a porcelain God that shatters when it fallsToo much will kill you - too little ain‘t enough You shout my name but I‘ll call your bluff Most who see me - see me not for real We fake & fawn - play games ‘Til dawn But I could see what you can see And I hate too what you hate in me And how disappointed I am To find me part of no plan Just a porcelain God that shatters when it falls I shake it off and start again „Don‘t lose control“ - I tell myself, Life can take many things away Some people will try - and take it all They‘ll pick off pieces as they watch you crawl And how disappointed I was To turn out after all Just a porcelain God that shatters when it fallsThat shatters when it falls.

Paul Weller | 1995

Porcelain Gods

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Some people think they jive me, But I know they must be crazy They don‘t see dey misfortune, Or else they just a little too lazy J‘suis the Grand Zombie, My yellow belt of choison I Ain‘t afraid of no tom cat, That fill my brains with poison I Walk thru the fire, An I Fly thru the smoke I wanna see my enemies, At the end of my rope I Walk on pins and needles, An I See what they can do I Walk on gilded splinters, With the king of the Zulu Singing Come to me giddi come come, Walk on gildid splinters Come to me giddi come come, Walk on gildid splinters Till I burn up , Till I burn Up, Till I burn up. I‘m walking to my coffin, Drink poison in my chalice Pride begins to fade, And y‘all will feel my malice Put gris gris on your doorstep, Soon you‘ll be in the gutter I can melt your heart like butter, A-a-and I can make you stutter Singing Come to me giddi come come, Walk on gildid splinters Come to me giddi come come, Walk on gildid splinters Till I burn up , Till I burn Up, Till I burn up.

Paul Weller | 1995

I Walk on Gilded Splinters

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You do something to me something deep inside I‘m hanging on the wire for love I‘ll never find You do something wonderful chase it all away mixing my emotions throws me back again Hanging on the wire yeah I‘m waiting for my change I‘m dancing through the fire just to catch a flame feel real again Hanging on the wire said I‘m waiting for the change Oh I‘m dancing through the fire just to catch a flame feel real again You do something to me somewhere deep inside Hoping to get close to me a peace I cannot find Dancing through the fire yeah just to catch a flame Just to get close to just close enough To tell you that..... You do something to me something deep inside

Paul Weller | 1995

You Do Something to Me

218

Sugartown has turned so sour its people angry in their sleep There‘s more small-town paranoia Sweeping down its evil sheets You can tell it‘s witching hour You can feel the spirits rise When the room goes very quiet And there‘s hatred in their eyes You better give me the chance I‘ll cut you down with a glance Yeh, with my small axe - so help me, And tho‘ I‘m only one And tho‘ weak I‘m strong And if it comes to the crunch Then I‘m the woodcutter‘s son And I‘m cutting down the wood for the good of everyone! There‘s a silence when I enter And a murmur when I leave I can see their jealous faces I can feel the ice they breathe

Paul Weller | 1995

Woodcutter‘s Son

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I saw you today, or at least I think it was It‘s hard to say, we‘ve all changed so much Compelled to look, but I hid my face It‘s hard to trace - these feelings Gone so soon, the time I spent with you And like an old, old tune-keeps running through my headI wanted to say, so many things But my mouth went dry - and one word & I‘d cry. Slender bride, your beauty shines from you And forever more, I‘ll be on your side for sure A light in your life, that always burns for you As time passes.... so quickly. The final stage, we‘ve both reached some way As we board our trains to different stations And the parts we play, and the things we say, Words on the way - to discovery

Paul Weller | 1995

Time Passes …

220

A hazy mist hung down the street The length of it‘s mile As far as my eye could see The sky so wide, the houses tall Or so they seemed to be, So they seemed to me so small, And it gleamed in the distance And it shone like the sun Like silver & gold - it went on & on. The summer nights that seemed so long Always call me back to return As I re-write this song The ghosts of night, the dreams of day Make me swirl & fall & hold me in their sway And it‘s still in the distance And it shines like the sun Like silver & gold - it goes on & on. The rolling stock rocked me to sleep Amber lights flashing ‘Cross the street And on the corner.....a dream to meet going on & on. On & on, On & on ……

Paul Weller | 1995

Stanley Road

221

Like pebbles on a beach Kicked around, displaced by feet Like broken stones - all trying to get home. Like a loserâ&#x20AC;&#x2DC;s reach Too slow & short to hit the peaks So lost & alone - trying to get home. As another piece shatters Another little bit gets lost And what else really matters - at such a cost? Like a loserâ&#x20AC;&#x2DC;s reach Too slow & short to hit the peaks So lost & alone - trying to get home. Trying to get home Like broken stones - All trying to get home.

Paul Weller | 1995

Broken Stones

222

Past midnight‘s hold Where the world‘s awaiting I‘ll wait for you love But I close my eyes, as there‘s pain too in paradise Hey baby say - just what you‘re thinking Know I know it - yeh, feel I‘m sinking Know I feel it - I know you feel it too Across the water, there‘s a boat that will take us away. It is shining for me All I need to be But I can‘t find the key The one to make me believeLate at night When the world is dreaming Way past the stars That ignore our fate & all twinkle too late to save us so we save ourselves. Hey baby say - just what you‘re thinking Know I know it - yeh, feel I‘m sinking Know I feel it - I know you feel it too Across the water, there‘s a boat that Will take us away Far from the madness - out of the sadness Into sunlight - out of the sinking You know I feel it, I know you feel it too Across the water, there‘s a boat that will take us away And there we will stay

Paul Weller | 1995

Out of the Sinking

223

The sun shone pink on white walls And the trees stood so tall Defiant, proud and loud against the sky. There‘s no sign, there‘s no plan There ain‘t even a helping hand Just the bitter tang of sweet virtue. Don‘t waste your time Don‘t hesitate Life is but a moment, you can‘t wait, Go & have your fun Go & lose your mind But can you get back to the ones you left behind? When it comes, it comes quick! An‘ when you‘re least expecting it But the top‘s the bottom, an‘ the bottom is all you got. The sun shone pink on my wall And the trees stand so tall I‘m empty now - but funny how Defiant, proud & loud against the sky.

Paul Weller | 1995

Pink on White Walls

224

The sun came out & hung above Over our heads but far enough to see A bomb exploding in another town Children choking on a poison cloud While on the streets, where lovers once walked, Side by side in idle talk Bullets fall like unholy rain People change as the panic sets in A frightened baby by her dead mother‘s side In a brutal world where there‘s nowhere To run, hide or cry Now nothing feels the same way Feel like I‘m changing again Upon a street with no name It‘s hard to find me again I ran as fast as my feet could fly Down country lanes where I took my timeTime like a hound snapping at my heels I got past thinking so that I could feel And like a film playing in my head I kept on rolling down green Surrey hills In SpringNow I don‘t feel the same way Feel like I‘m changing again Upon a street with no name It‘s hard to find me again The sun came out & hung above, over our heads but far enough to see

Paul Weller | 1995

Whirlpools‘ End

225

Fly on wings of speed That will bring you home to me Iâ&#x20AC;&#x2DC;ll never be free - from the darkness I see As I wait for your smile. Though my hands are tied, My feet are bound by fate With clay at the base - As I sit and wait What visions I see. In dreams, she floats on a stream, With Jesus at the helm, the water reeds that beg, Her boat along the way - As she comes to me Now as the light is falling One candle left to light the way, Sailing home to morning She comes to me calling, To brighten up my darkest day, & the world fades away.. With her smile. Fly, on wings of speed That will bring you home to me Iâ&#x20AC;&#x2DC;ll never be free - from the darkness I see, As I wait for your smile -

Paul Weller | 1995

Wings of Speed

226

I breathe the new day, baby, wild and free As alive and fresh as it used to be Spring wind blowing straight through the window And a message tied to the breeze And I hear this is a new day Swear this is a new way It won’t be before you feel it, too You may think I’m drugged or crazy But I haven’t felt like this for so long I’ve been boxed up, locked up in a cage But I’ll undo the chains with my own hands And I hear this is a new day Swear this is a new way It won’t be before you feel it, too And I hear this is a new day Swear this is a new way It won’t be before you feel it, too

Paul Weller | 1995

It‘s a New Day, Baby

227

Something worn, like a blanket thrown your tender heart, your crystal spirit Keeps me warm, and safe from harm wrapped around my shoulder I love to wake, and watch your face and while you sleep, I fall for you again Is it true,what I feel for you Wish I could help it through so you could feel it too And the leaves around my door and the sunlight in the hall and darkness that will fall make me want you more Morning breaks, on the icy flakes That collect around, our window Its cold outside, brings a harsh goodbye with clouds at our mouths, as we breath a sigh As I look, at an unending book Page after page, you are turning But,Is it true, what I feel for you Wish I could help it through So you could feel it too and the leaves around my door and the sunlight in the hall And darkness that will fall Just make me want you more Oh make me want you more Want you more

Paul Weller | 1995

a year late

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229

We‘re words upon a window, Written there in steam In the heat of the moment, At the birth of a dream Vapors passing really, So I‘m touched by the thoughts In the fleeting minutes after, The time that we‘ve come Come and go, you know, where the wind blows An‘ though I couldn‘t define I can only tell you that I Got a heavy soul Tuesdays dressed in shearling Anchored on belief In the sunlight on the water Or rain upon a leaf And I‘m touched by its‘ beauty And I hope to touch you too ‘Cause I still seek the same things That I once sought to be true And you know, that where the wind blows Tho‘ I wouldn‘t be lying, when I tell you that I Got a heavy soul It‘s a joy to know I‘ve got a heavy soul We‘re words upon a window, Written there in steam In the heat of the moment, Everything is what it seems Vapors passing nearly, So I‘m touched by the thought That I can‘t be beaten and I can‘t be bought And you‘ll know … That where the wind blows I don‘t think I‘d be lyin‘ When I tell you that I I‘ve got a heavy soul

Paul Weller | 1997

Heavy Soul

230

I‘ve got a grapefruit matter It‘s as sour as shit I have no solutions Better get used to it I don‘t need a ship to sail in stormy weather I don‘t need you to ruffle the feathers on my Peacock Suit I‘m Narcissus in a puddle In shop windows I gloat Like a ball of fleece lining In my camel skin coat I don‘t need a ship to sail in stormy weather I don‘t need you to ruffle the feathers on my Peacock Suit Did you think I should Nemesis in a muddle In a mirror I look Like a streak of sheet lightnin‘ In my rattlesnake shoes I don‘t need a ship to sail in stormy weather I don‘t need you to ruffle the feathers of my Peacock Suit Did you think I should

Paul Weller | 1997

Peacock Suit

231

Yellow strands mingle into red Warm air blows, down upon her soft bed She licks my face and the feeling spreads I‘m up in Suzes‘ room - flowers bloom-ing-ful I‘m up in Suzes‘ room - where life goes so soon She‘s anything that you can call free She‘s everything that she wants to be She has everything that you could want to see I‘m up in Suzes‘ room - flowers full in bloom I‘m up in Suzes‘ room - where time goes so soon Soon, against the moon A big sky paints - but she calls the tunes She‘s cool that way - how I wish it could stay Forever that way No one moves - no one can When luck rolls its‘ coins, they land where they stand To make us everything that you never planned I‘m up in Suzes‘ room - people bloom-ing-ful Up in Suzes‘ room - where life goes so soon

Paul Weller | 1997

Up in Suzes‘ Room

232

It‘s in a stroke of a brush It‘s in the wave of a hand And a view so bright It turns the world And makes all right Yet seems to say Come what may You will be what you will With a brush stroke of fate You will have to think again If you touch by it all Lucky to be brushed by it all Than walk a crooked mile In a worn out smile That you found on the ground Somebody else threw it down Looks like that you‘re the next bessed in town It‘s in a verse that you read It‘s in the tune in your head That makes all light Turns your world Illuminates life And makes you see All the love within Is still yet to come out Like the word - as a bang! You may have to think again And get touched by it all Than walk in single file In a worn out smile That you found on the ground Somebody else threw it down Looks like you‘re the next blessed in town

Paul Weller | 1997

Brushed

233

Driving nowhere - going no place I‘m just drifting - I‘ve got low faith I‘m just waiting for a tide To take me nowhere - along for a ride Pleasure sifting - can you keep it And as I‘m drifting - it‘s hard to feel it I feel I‘m floating in a time Driving nowhere - along for a ride I‘ve nowhere to be - only leave some miles behind And within me I see, there‘s places I‘ve yet to find Driving nowhere - going no place I get restless - I‘m still curious And I‘m just waiting for a tide To take me nowhere - along for a ride I‘m driving nowhere

Paul Weller | 1997

Driving Nowhere

234

Nothing I‘d say or I could do Could move the mountains from your view Nothing I see or I could show There‘s only darkness now I know I should have been there to inspire you Not paint your world a cold, cold blue I should have been there to inspire you I could have told you truthful too that I believed in you I could have been there within your reach This is not self pity of which I speak I never took time to see how you‘d grown I never took the care it takes to know Never took the time to see what you‘d found But always had the time to bring you down More than all this I do not know Only that love is here to show Someone a world, to be themselves A place to fall when all else fails And friends harsh words cut deep and sore But believe me mine will hurt me more In those moments before I sleep When I am truly alone to see I should have been there to inspire you Not paint your world a cold, cold blue I should have been there to inspire you I could have told you truthful too that I believed in you

Paul Weller | 1997

I Should Have Been There to Inspire …

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Minds alive! On Friday Street Summerflys around my feet And wee still stars Are in my eyes And mine‘s alive on Friday Street A pulse goes on, on Friday Street Time seems longer against its beat And it‘s easy to remember And it‘s hard to forget That mine‘s alive on Friday Street Yeh! Mine‘s still alive on Friday Street And I see myself And it seems so clear I can walk through the world Like I‘m not really here And I really don‘t care ‘Cause mine‘s still alive on Friday Street Lives alive on Friday Street You start to shine in a brand new heat And the world is clear Like you‘re not really here And I see myself And I‘m really not scared ‘Cause mine‘s still alive on Friday Street Mine‘s still alive on Friday Street It‘s like plugging back in on Friday Street May it always come alive! on Friday Street

Paul Weller | 1997

Friday Street

236

And I‘ve got my thoughts to position, But do I know how to act? I got no silent ambitions, But does that make me a man Until I learn all I can, And mean all I understand As a way of living And I‘m a piece of the earth, I take no offence I can be who I am, I have no pretense Only to what you can be, If you want to be It‘s a way of living I‘ve got a pen in my pocket, Does that make me a writer Standing on the mountain, Doesn‘t make me no higher Putting on gloves, Don‘t make you a fighter And all the study in the world, Doesn‘t make it science So grab a piece in the air, Try an‘ make it sing Try and be who you can, It‘s the real, real thing I‘m into what you can be, If you want to be It‘s a way of giving I‘ve got a pick in my pocket, Does that make me a player Words can‘t do, What action does louder Putting on gloves, Don‘t make you a fighter And all the study in the world, Doesn‘t make it science I‘ve got a pen in my pocket, Does that make me a writer Standing on the mountain, Doesn‘t make me no higher Putting on gloves, Don‘t make you a fighter And all the study in the world, Doesn‘t make it science I‘ve got a pick in my pocket, Does that make me a player Words can‘t do, What action does louder Putting on gloves, Don‘t make you a fighter And all the study in the world, Doesn‘t make it science

Paul Weller | 1997

Science

237

Try - try if you can Try and get your back up And off the golden sands Try to get somewhere That you‘ve never been As you sit upon the green grass There‘s still so much to see And find yourself - waiting just to fly Fly - fly Just what you want Is just what you‘ll get As you fall upon the real path Or take the safer bet You can give everything Still none comes to you You can hang life ‘round you‘re neck, y‘all I may hang there too And find myself - waiting just to fly Fly - fly Try - try if only for you You can hang life ‘round your neck y‘all Or you can be there too And find yourself just waiting to fly Fly - fly

Paul Weller | 1997

Golden Sands

238

Gentle rain Here it comes again Rattling ‘round your window, threatening pain Coming on like a friend, but you know better than Yesterday that held you by a different hand Hail and stone And all that‘s gone When everything that passes, cuts to the bone Turning like a wheel dragging a heavy stone A weight that ties you down that you will never own Strange to see, a paper smile on thee When once you moved and light the room For us all to be Now if I could be the sun I‘d shine in your life If I could be the rain, I‘d rain from your eyes And I‘d wash away the emptiness you feel inside

Paul Weller | 1997

As You Lean Into the Light

239

She‘s in my head She‘s in my mind And I‘m all she says Yes she knows me well As well as you can She‘s on my side I often hide In her magic hair And there I learn again - the joy of life The wonder of it all And this I feel - that through her I learn Another way to be You take my breath, I feel consumed Take it all - I want to know What lies behind your smiles and shells Wish I knew you well Come in my head Come in my mind You can only love, when you open up To be yourself

Paul Weller | 1997

Mermaids

240

Here is the tune I‘ve been writing It‘s been so long in the making I hope it‘s worth all the waiting Not expect it all for free Everything has one ending Everything has it‘s day There‘s no use in pretending Yes, everything has a price to pay You just asked me, what I‘m feeling Should I tell you? Nothing is for free Can‘t you see - can‘t you see? Everything has a price to pay Everything that I know is Hanging on my melody Everything has an ending Yes, everything has a price to pay You just asked me, what I‘m feeling Should I tell you? Nothing is for free Can‘t you see - can‘t you see? Everything has a price to pay Here is the tune I‘ve been writing It‘s been so long in the making I hope it‘s worth all the waiting Yes, everything has a price to pay

Paul Weller | 1997

EVERYTHING HAS A PRICE TO PAY

241

I‘m gonna clear out my head I‘m gonna get myself straight I know it‘s never too late To make a brand new start I‘m gonna kick down the door I‘m gonna get myself in I‘m gonna fix up the yard And not fall back again I‘m gonna CLEAN up my earth And build a heaven ON the ground Not something distant or unfound But something real to me But something real to me All that I can I can be All that I am I CAN see All that is mine is in my hands So to myself I call There‘s somewhere else I should be There‘s someone else I CAN see There‘s something more I can find IT‘S ONLY UP TO ME I‘m gonna clean up my earth And build a heaven ON the ground Not something distant on a cloud But something real to me But something real to me I‘m gonna clear out my head I‘m gonna get myself straight I KNOW it‘s never too late To make a brand new start To make a brand new start To make a brand new start

Paul Weller | 1998

brand new start

242

243

He‘s the keeper, Of the Lantern Stone BelieverIt‘s a Passion, And he knows it He‘s the keeper Hanging wishes -up upon our stars As he waits for love, Yes he waits for love. Flying without a hand, Trying to brave the land Something about the man -is about to make a stand! With nothing but liars and thieves, Trying to purchase thee, Where are you meant to go -But fly away - high away. He‘s the one knight, On a knackered Stallion His rusty armour- So Undervalued, Does he know that, He‘s a reason, He‘s asleep now, But never gone, As he waits for love, Yes he waits for loveHanging without a cloud, Hopeing to draw a crowd If he‘s willing to take a chance -come on people make a stance ! From tiny acorns grow- All kinds of seekers, And where are they meant go- But fly away - High away In the maelstran of indecision Shine ! Believer! find the season, He helped to grow it-He‘s the keeper, Hanging wishes-up upon our stars, As he waits for love Yes we wait for love He‘s the keeper, Of the Lantern He‘s the message in the midnightof your madness, In the backlog of conversations We never had- We wait for love Yes we wait for love.

Paul Weller | 2000

He‘s the Keeper

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I shake and fall Underneath my sheets The sunlight creeping From my head down to my feet Telling me to rise And face the light again I plead to dawn „Don‘t make me move“ I just want to vanish And forget all that‘s true Just one more night And I‘ll be alright Hoping to be everything you want Wish I was the man that you thought I was Waiting to fly up on eagles wings But truth be told - I‘m not that bold - at all I‘m more frightened White Lightening So sudden and blinding Yet no more enlightened Just a little more frightened I‘m gonna get it back I‘m gonna get it soon I‘ve just got to catch up For my world to resume To be light And to hold you tight while you dream

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Paul Weller | 2000

Frightened

245 And I stand alone So does everyone It brings us closer together As a strange distant sum So nar so far Hoping to be everything you want Wish I was the man that you thought I was Waiting to fly up on eagles wings But truth be told - Iâ&#x20AC;&#x2DC;m not that bold - at all Iâ&#x20AC;&#x2DC;m just frightened Woke up this morning like that And all the roads that lead back Lead me nothing that is nowhere -Lonely -And just a little more frightened White Lightening So sudden and blinding Yet no more enlightened Just a little more frightened

246

Sweet pea, my sweet pea You‘re the one to get my heart a-jumpin‘ Light of love all around your being to see The future - it‘s looking at you It only exists because you‘re alive So close your eyes and smile your smiles of sweet dreams And fill them with love again Sweet pea Fill them with joy again Each pace I take and you know why I write for you and I to try To take the things that lie around And turn them into dreams so swift-so proud It’s on a time again And it’s mine again Sweet thing, loving you is easy Goodbye sadness when I‘m around you Giving me something I can feel Down to in bones Ah, sometimes - maybe just sometimes Look back on these times and smile And have the grace to know What you have seen And fill you with love again Sweet pea

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Paul Weller | 2000

Sweet Pea, My Sweet Pea

247 (You) fill me with hope again! My Sweet Pea Recollected thoughts and songs Emblems of forgotten words Remnants of a time so clear That still rings fresh and true When the wind is here It‘s on a time again And it‘s mine again! Sweet pea, my sweet pea Heaven knows I got a thing about you You‘re the girl to get my heart Start jumpin‘ again Ah, sometimes - baby just sometimes Look back on these times and smile And have the grace to know What you have seen How it should be - my sweet pea Only God knows what I feel about you You‘re the girl to get my heart Start pumpin‘ around The Future? - its looking at you It only exists because you‘re alive So close your eyes and smile Your smiles of sweet dreams... Fill them with love again Sweet pea Fill them with joy again Yes, sweet thing Fill them with love again My sweet pea

248

You don‘t even know me But you hunt me the same You don‘t even know me But you hunt me the same You don‘t even see me But you seek me the sameAnd you cheat the scales When you push in The stakes are fixed So I can never win. And if all fails you can pull on the line It‘s a whales tail that I leave hehind You don‘t take no heed but you want to get my Still you pay no kind Keep pulling in, Chain the tide So that i Can‘t swim And if all else fails you can pull on the line You don‘t even know me But you own me the same You don‘t even know me But you own me the same And when your net is empty Its still me who you blame When the deep blue sea Grows dead and still Take a bow You had a hand in it. And if all fails you can pull on the line It‘s a whales tail that to leave hehind You don‘t take no heed but you want to get my mindAnd if all else fails You can pull on the line.

Paul Weller | 2000

A Whale‘s Tale

249

Dreams Schemes and everythings Fill the dusty corners of your mind As cars, boats and aeroplanes Just remind you of a better time As love‘s hopes and everyone‘s Anyone worth a minute of your time When unhampered by the agents, Of the governors of the faceless so opaque, As bare tree‘s and winter winds Just confine you to - a bitter place A time you can‘t faceA peace in your mind We should be playing in the sunshine Happy to be part of everything, Not handled, greedy handlers Brought down and destroyed through their own waysLiars! Liars! - smoking on pipes. dimwit fires Who Just throw it in their wayAnd how‘s your father today Was he caught in the rain ? Waiting on a Bed Putting up with the pain his three wishes expire he threw them back in the fire lock the genie in the shed put a pistol to his head

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Paul Weller | 2000

Back in the Fire

250 Not handcuffed to some wanker Who doesn‘t know me and doesn‘t know our lives are madeon all the efforts, of the masses, And all the people who deserve a better - fate Than a time you can‘t trace No peace in your mind A time you can‘t face Now your back in the raceYour three wishes expired Now your back in the fire (your three wishes expired Now your back in the fire) See you just can‘t play not without a say Always got to be the man Always got to have the planIt doesn‘t run that way Into the ether you‘ll say (your three wishes expired Now your back in the fire) your three wishes expired Now your back in the fire

251

Well she‘s waiting, by the windowworth a fading tear That will slip in to tomorrowAnd have no fearShe may look back and blame you -But you only blame yourself, And what good would it all do you If you thought she blamed herselfIt‘s a lonely life, as bits of dust and rocks When you shake it off - It is all you have In the time it takes, to find another space Get to live again - she‘ll run and run Still she‘s waiting, by the window - with a fading tear. Well she looks upon, high - flying silver dreamHow she wishes how She could climb aboard, never coming back -Turn on it all Still she‘s waiting, by the windowShe has no fear.

Paul Weller | 2000

Dust and Rocks

252

Come taste the wine, Come lose yourself Taste this time, But keep it well only love it all, With heart and head For there is no drinking, After your dead. Dive and swim, In the amber ocean See all that you can, In this new emotion And embrace it now, Before it‘s skin sheds for there is no drinking, After your dead. Stand back to back, With yourself again As your spin and reel, Like a new found friend,And have it all, With heart and handsFor there is no love making, After your dead. And today is but a second, If tomorrow you may die And empty pages glistening, In Eternity‘s lie And time is buy an essensce, Encased upon the wall That brings our day of reckoningMuch closer to us all. Light the candle, And burn it well For only time knows, What it cannot yet tell, Only love it all, With heart and head For there is no drinking, After your dead.

Paul Weller | 2000

There‘s No Drinking After You‘re Dead

253

As worlds end with new ones to open As you change your aim And lives thrown up into the open Get on a different plane Words meant but were left unspoken Take on a different name And hearts mend that once were so broken As time heals the pain ‘Til you can find it in your heart To forgive if not to forget such a part Of life that you lost As worlds end with new ones to open As you change your aim And lives thrown up into the open Get on a different plane Words meant but were left unspoken Take on a different name And hearts mend that once were so broken As time heals the pain Never stopping like rain dropping To find a place on earth You‘ll find you‘ll wake up fresh instead You‘ll find me less inside your head With words left unsaid As you lose your mind, Something else in time And faces strange - rearrange

Paul Weller | 2000

With Time & Temperance

254

Come blackest crow Start the wheat field blow In a wind so high It waves and glows ‘Til you can‘t see the wood for the trees I‘m like anybody on their knees Trying to find a way to make it fit Picking up sticks Let‘s swirl again Take us far away To the church bell‘s chime In a far distant field To a place where so lately so slow And a time I feel like letting it go Far away enough to catch our breath I know where and everyone there Looking to click Picking up sticks Come crimson rays Paint us all the same You know the magic is why And it‘s here again Now you can‘t see the wood for the trees Now like anybody on their knees Far away enough to catch our breath Looking to click Picking up sticks

Paul Weller | 2000

Picking Up Sticks

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Midnight star Light the way For thoughts that change Like night to dayAnd bless the course That runs in time No matter how forshine my way. Iâ&#x20AC;&#x2DC;ve gotta need to be loved Yes i want to be loved I gotta need to be loved Like anyone else Bring the night Go bring all your thunder Nearer the light Shine here amongst us No matter the flight fill me with wonder No matter how farShine my wayIâ&#x20AC;&#x2DC;ve gotta need to be loved You i want to be loved.

Paul Weller | 2000

Love-Less

256

257

Come to my side child don‘t leave me alone stay with me darling I can‘t face this on my own. I need you to be with me I need you in life I want to forever be yours and you‘ll be mine oh child cos‘ we‘re going places never thought we could through all kinds of changes but still our hearts beat closer more and more. More than just a heart beat from the city floor more than just the bright lights that lend me to your distant shore. I‘m keeping my head up and out of the sand way ‘Cross the rooftops I‘m gonna plan our escape oh child we‘re going places never dreamt we could through all kinds of changes but still our hearts beat closer more and more (x2)

Paul Weller | 2002

Going Places

258

Everybody doing it, Doing it real good Everybody knowing it, Like they know they should Shiny sabres rattling, Long into the night And everybody saying it, Saying what they like There are words there to inspire you There are words there to be heard Maybe none of them will fire you But none the less they will make you listen by force. Everybody shouting it, From every place on high Everybody loving it, Loving what they find There‘s blood upon each handshake, Lies upon each word And everybody killing it, Killing off what‘s good There are holes in the divisions Between the haves and who have nots There‘s a bomb for every city Now they don‘t know where to stop And they say there‘s no provisions There‘s not enough to go round But when it comes to the gun there‘s a bullet for everyone When it comes to the gun there‘s a bullet for everyone Everybody wanting it, Wanting it to stop The chaos and destruction, The bloodshed on the rocks The pain and deprivation, The losses and the grief The tired, worn out promises, Of the politicians‘ brief There are holes in the divisions Between the haves and who have nots There‘s a bomb for every city, Now they don‘t know how to stop And they say there‘s no provisions There‘s not enough to go round But when it comes to the gun there‘s a bullet for everyone When it comes to the gun there‘s a bullet for everyone When it comes to the gun there‘s a bullet for everyone

Paul Weller | 2002

A Bullet for Everyone

259

And these leafy mysteries, and the silence of the eve and in the shady tree’s I swing & in the dappled orchards heat where I lie & wait, wait for the breeze to carry me to a place I can lose myself, no time just somewhere else with a face I can recognise - I forget sometimes that’s always been here And all these leafy mysteries & the changing of the seas & all the secrets of the tide just open up the world I findso small to me, when there’s so much to see – so much to be – day up & the grasses hiss get up! Like sweet lips they kiss see now that you’re part of it I forget sometimes That’s always been here And these leafy mysteries, Have always been & always will & in the shady trees I swing & in the dappled orchard’s heat -where I lie & wait, wait for the breeze to hunger mewait for the trees to breathe in to me

Paul Weller | 2002

Leafy Mysteries

260

it’s written in the wind, that we’re two carved out in the sand, that we’re real it’s lit up in the stars, that we’re true we’re destined in the sky to be glad we’re hopelessly informed that we’re meant we’re conscious of the fact that we’re supposed to be so sure and we are we’re driven by the rain to act we’re suspect to the laws, passed for real when we’re the realest, thing we’ve seen taken by the hand from above, I really do feel we work for love and it’s written in the stars, meant for us soaked into the sand, made by time taken by the hand from above I really do feel that we work for love it’s written in the wind, that we’re two carved out in the sand, that we’re real it’s lit up in the stars, that we’re true we’re destined in the sky to be glad

Paul Weller | 2002

It‘s Written in the Stars

261

you who brings joy into the world makes me swirl of such love and all you ask in return is to be loved and love you i must compelled by god or some invisible force i just want so much to be here for you you my darling who brings so much joy every laugh has an echo every movement a feat i humble in your complexion so perfect so complete you who brings joy into the world in your eyes lie a heaven in your voice sweet caress it is you who takes over whose gentle arms i rest you who brings joy into the world makes me swirl of such love

Paul Weller | 2002

Who Brings Joy

262

Let‘s you and I blow gently on the embers of today now the night is here to tell us - to be in love Let us not talk harshly now our time is to reconcile now the night is here to tell us - to be in love Now the night softly says that the world is here to stay falling out misty dreams we arrive so swift it seems to be no velvet dress can compare to your beauty face so fair and your grace shall carry you through to a better place and i shall follow you let‘s cast the wind that brought us here ‘Til we know not when now the night is here to tell us - to be in love to be in love

Paul Weller | 2002

Now the Night Is Here

263

Share your dreams, give us all the beam we need like electric light, in a ballroom scene going one x one shed your chains, to earth like dew and all remain forever in another vein, as you slip into another dream don‘t fear not, not where you tread fear only - the lies you‘re fed head that sign, for all of us who wait in line waiting for the words to rhyme bringing on a brand new day don‘t fear not, not where you tread fear only - the lies you‘re fed so dance little dancer like you‘ve never danced before it‘s just a moment we‘re going through this is the new dance that we do so sing little brother and turn on everyone lift are spirits high to a place we need to find share your dreams, give us all the beam we need like electric light, in a ballroom scene going one x one shed your chains, to earth like dew and all remain forever in another vein going on one x one

Paul Weller | 2002

One X One

264

You may find me in the street somewhere I may be floatin’ round the bins I’m looking for something Something’s looking for me I don’t know what it is True connection to the open sky That always calls to me Like I’m waiting for something That I’ve seen somewhere I don’t know where that was Daylight time for bag man To carry home his heavy load of nothing Daylight time for bag man To carry home his heavy load of nothing Try to catch me in the morning air Try to see me as I swim I’d sooner be looking Than to know everything In every part of me Daylight time for bag man To carry home his heavy load of nothing To carry home his heavy load of nothing.

Paul Weller | 2002

Bag Man

265

If Jesus could hear us now bending all his words of which heâ&#x20AC;&#x2DC;s proud but the carpenter was only making invitations voicing the opinions of others sending down a word that travels well only as a vessel as a bell and the violence youâ&#x20AC;&#x2DC;ve mistaken in the words you took to be taken and the images of hatred against all that weâ&#x20AC;&#x2DC;re worth all that you love all that you give all we hold dear If Mohammed could see us now shaking down the walls but not as prayer and the power games that play out and the lies that come within out against all we are worth all we hold dear all that is true all that we love all we dream of all that you give

Paul Weller | 2002

All Good Books

266

I dreamt i was falling, I never woke up I dreamt of a warning, a yellow buttercup I dreamt of an old flame, smoking cigarettes she was dancing in a night club, with some other men I was holding up a drugstore, My gun was soaking wet from the barrel i was trapped in, that went tumbling over the edge you can call me … number 5 please please my my, call me number 5 call me number 5, that‘s why i‘m still alive! The barrel cracked up open, I was swimming for my breath I knew i wouldn‘t make it, She watched me catch my death so i switched on the TV, saw me reading out the news another story of a plane crash, another story of bad news the TV cracked up open, my baby boy came out I was looking at my new wife, I ain‘t writing home about you can call me … number 5 please please my my, that‘s why i‘am still alive! I boxed around a sliver ring, with blood stains on my face I cut the dog with yellow teeth, and drove his car away you can call me … number 5 please please my my, call me number 5 call me number 5, that‘s why I‘m still alive!

Paul Weller | 2002

Call Me No. 5

267

Standing out in the universe, on every life in store hope is where you lift your head, written in the dawn Sending out like an SOS, and most of us agree now‘s the time to change your mind now‘s the time to change your mind for free Standing out in the universe, for every new star born God speed the light you make, and shine on us all Sending out to the universe, that hope is on it‘s way now‘s the time to open eyes and realise that we‘ve all parts to play Now the world‘s at a place people torn and disgraced there‘s no time - there‘s no time - like today - to feel the wings of change now the worlds at a stage, born of war raised in rage so little time - little time like today to feel the wings of change standing out in the universe, for every new star born God speed the light you make, and shine on us all sending out like an SOS, let everyone agree now‘s the time to change your mind now‘s the time to change your mind for free Standing out in the universe Standing out in the universe Standing out in the universe

Paul Weller | 2002

Standing Out in the Universe

268

I close my eyes - but sleep won‘t come You‘re in my waking dreams It‘s a feeling right inside of me ‘Til you‘re in my arms again the prayer I ask is where I‘m going to without your undying love I‘m as worthless as a cold, cold sun that shines for no one - at all how many time must I return from distant oceans just to learn that with your song illumination comes I close my eyes and I hear no one I‘m in a moving film it‘s black and white and beautiful and it has no end to write …

Paul Weller | 2002

illumination

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270

Can nobody love you, Like I love you, yeah Can nobody need you, Like I need you, yeah While you got your head in the clouds And talking so loud Can’t you see past the stages It’s only when you finally arrive That you recognise You been going through changes Oh changes Can nobody kiss you, Like I miss you, yeah Can nobody tame you, Ain’t no chains to hold you While you got your head in the clouds, And talking so loud Can’t you read past the pages, It’s only when you finally arrive That you recognise, You been going through changes Oh changes, Ah changes Oh changes, Ah changes While you got your head in the clouds, And talking so loud Can’t you see past the stages, It’s only when you finally arrive That you recognise, You been going through changes Oh changes, Ah changes Oh changes, Oh Blink! And you just might miss it Blink! And you just might miss it Blink! And you just might miss it Blink! And you just might miss it

Paul Weller | 2005

Blink and You‘ll Miss It

271

What’s in a life, If you don’t live it, baby It’s just getting on by, With a promise, what if, maybe Hanging around, Waiting for something to fall And once in a while, The paper smile must come a-way What’s in a life, If you don’t live it, baby What’s in a kiss, If you can’t feel it, baby The lips maybe sweet, But are they sweet enough to contain it You’re wasting your time, Hanging out of windows painting And once in a while, The paper smile must come and go And where it blows Who knows And where it goes It goes I’m glad to see it go I’m glad to see it go And what’s in a dream If you can’t be it, baby Look away, you’re painted smile Look away, you’re painted smile Wipe away your painted smile Wipe away your painted smile Look away you’re painted smile Wipe away your painted smile Painted smile, painted smile Painted smile, painted smile

Paul Weller | 2005

Paper Smile

272

You have never been there, Till you’ve heard the fat girl sing Then nothing else matters, Everything just pales with in Hanging round the corners, Shouting at the top of your voice Sing you little fuckers, Sing like you got no choice I believe it’s true, We are everywhere And I feel the wind, And it feels so high There really is no purpose, Definitely is no need To go running round the houses, Like a racehorse on speed I believe again, We are everything And I feel the wind, And it gets so high Come on, Baby let’s go Oo come on, Baby let’s go You say where to, I say I don’t know I just need to run, And you need it too And I catch your eye And I feel the wind And it feels so high We’re planting up the acorns, Wondering to where they’ll lead We’re planting up the acorns, Wondering to where they’ll seed Come on, Baby let’s go Yeah come on, Baby let’s go You say where to I say I don’t know

Paul Weller | 2005

Come On / Let‘s Go

273

A clock face ticking on empty dial, I only want what I know is mine, Sound the bells ‘Cause here’s the good new Here’s the one you been waiting for Your time has come, Ain’t gonna wait no more Can I get a piece for me You know when something’s up, When it hits you hard You feel like starting over, Straight back for yards When everything is everything, And everything you see Sees us doing all the things, That we want to be Millions march back on their feet Still no sign from, a, those who preach, Teach me not They don’t represent me Here’s the one you been waiting for Don’t waste time, Ain’t gonna wait no more Can I get a shout for me You know when something’s up, When it hits you hard You feel like starting over, traight back for yards When everything is everything, And everything you see Sees us doing all the things, That we want to be Nothing’s new and nothing gained When all is lost and nothing claimed, Except the parts They keep for theirselves Here’s the one you been waiting for, Don’t waste time Ain’t gonna wait no more, Can I get a shout for me Can I get a little piece for me, For me, Oh, for me For me

Paul Weller | 2005

Here‘s the Good News

274

Hold tight angel, Morning will soon be here Washing your pillow, In swathes of gold and red Our time is waiting, In the wings of uncertainty Our love is waking, You’re born to be with me I know it takes, To the start of forever That’s a long time, Such a long time To be waiting, In the sun In the sun Your soul so peaceful How could I have been so mean Feel I’ve been sleeping Might have looked but I’ve never seen Your beauty takes, To the start of forever That’s a long time, Such a long time To be waiting In the sun Feel I’ve been sleeping, I’m born to be with you To the start of forever It’s the start, It’s a long time Such a long time To be waiting In the sun In the sun In the sun In the sun

Paul Weller | 2005

The Start of Forever

275

He is not the God of creation But he is the Lord Of the morning light And with his song That floats on up Through the daybreak It is he that Will stay daylong Through the dawns early mists That rise with the river Through the sound of the world Once more awake You can feel His presence strong As forever as once more The ice of night time melts Give way the day Give way the day As we start again Is he not the God of creation Is he not the God of creation Is he not the God of creation

Paul Weller | 2005

Pan

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I come to you, When you least expect I call to you, To come with me now I ask of you, To drop all things Of absolution, And whatever may be In your hands All on a misty morning, I come to you with love All on a misty morning, I come to you I come to you with love I talk to you, As a lover should With a voice, Close to your ear If I may, Get so near enough You might hear, What I hear It was all on a misty morning, I come to you with love All on a misty morning, I come to you I come to you with love Let my hands be nimble, Let my tongue be quick Let my loins move slowly, Against your skin Let my face and mind, Disappear for a while Let my kisses rain, Down like silk Let our spit and sweat, Mingle into one Let it form a stream, Of union That would always run, Forever on It would have no start, And know no end It would have no start, And know no end All on a misty morning, I come to with love All on a misty morning, I come to you I come to you with love

Paul Weller | 2005

All on a Misty Morning

277

I’ve got a feeling, From the floorboards up Call it a calling, If you like that touch Call it what you will, I really don’t care too much I’ve got a feeling, And I know it’s right I get it most evenings, If not every night It sings in the air, And dances like candle light When we play, we play, we play, Mama, from the floorboards up When we dance, we dance, we dance, Papa, from the floorboards up When we sway, we sway as one, From the floorboards up From the floorboards up I get a feeling, From the walls and chairs They tell me of the things that, Have always been there And all that is not, Will have to go back to dust When we play, we play, we play, Mama, from the floorboards up When we dance, we dance, we dance, Papa, from the floorboards up When we sway, we sway as one, From the floorboards up From the floorboards up I’ve got a feeling, And I know it’s right I get it most evenings, If not every night It sings in the air, And dances like candle light When we play, we play, we play Mama, from the floorboards up When we dance, we dance, we dance Daddy, from the floorboards up When we sway, we sway as one From the floorboards up From the floorboards up From the floorboards up

Paul Weller | 2005

From the Floorboards Up

278

I wanna make it alright, alright between us two I wanna put things right on this ground before our time is through I wanna be the kind, you want to come home too I wanna be the one who gets to, make it with you with try to love you better than, I ever done before I wanna make it alright, I wanna make it alright I wanna stand up and say, I‘ll always love you this way I don‘t want you feeling blue, at the end of the day try to put some goodness back, before this good thing goes I wanna make it with you, I wanna make it with you straight back like a slave to sorrow, soon we‘ll come away get back like a stoned tomorrow, cutting through the day ah soon, let‘s fly away, only to find no need I‘m getting itchy feet I wanna make it alright, I wanna make it alright And try to love you better than, I ever done before I wanna make it alright, alright between us two I wanna put things right on this ground before our time is through. I wanna make it alright, I wanna make it alright I wanna make it alright, I wanna make it with you

Paul Weller | 2005

I Wanna Make It Alright

279

You‘re savages, he knows you are … do you not think that god is looking down? on you savages … the children run, to mothers you put bullets in their backs ah cowards, can you not see do you not think that love is coming down? you have no gods, they have all disowned you, you have no love, so you take it out on, people‘s lives in progress, that‘s what keeps you going when you‘re savages savages, you can dress it up, give it a name and a fancy uniform and a flag to fly to hide behind, can you not see the truth that‘s on the ground you have no love, it has all gone cold on you, you never have, so you take it out on those whose love is growing, that‘s what you hate most, when you‘re savages do you not see the love is coming down?

Paul Weller | 2005

Savages

280

Fly little bird, When you fly Fly little bird, When you fly Fly little bird, When you fly Fly little bird, When you fly Just fly, just fly You give the world to me, When you start to breathe You give the world a dream, When you start to live So fly little bird, When you fly Fly little bird, When you fly Fly little bird, When you fly Fly little bird, When you fly Fly little bird, When you fly Fly little bird, When you fly Help the world to see, When you start to dream You give the world to me, When you start to breathe So, fly little bird, When you fly Fly, Fly in the sky So, fly little bird, When you fly Fly (repeat over) Give the world to feel, You help the world to heal You give the world to live, When you start to live So, fly little bird, When you fly This world we need to leave, Weâ&#x20AC;&#x2DC;re following your lead You said the world was love, The love is what we need So, fly little bird, When you fly Fly, fly little bird when you Fly, fly little bird when you Fly, high in the sky when you Fly, fly little bird when you Fly (repeat)

Paul Weller | 2005

Fly Little Bird

281

Roll along summer Wispering through my window pane Wake me up and whole again With a sway Skate upon-something, Get me up and out of bed Put a volt right through my head To beyond You been down and out and blue Take no notice of the moon - shame Ol‘ man river‘s after you Said you ain‘t done what you said you would It‘s a shame Shame Roll along summer, Breathing life into the world Creating space that wasn‘t there Before Forever in your shadow It‘s darkness I can face (I‘m) proud to feel I can find a place Somewhere behind You been down and out and blue Take no notice of the moon - shame Ol‘ man river‘s after you Said you ain‘t done what you said you would It‘s a shame - shame Shame on you Roll along, beautiful lover, Show me things I‘ve never seen Lighting up an ancient beam - for me to see

Paul Weller | 2005

Roll Along Summer

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Once upon a time, There was a time, there was When the brightest half of the sky Let us know we were loved And there was a feeling old and gold And bold, And beautiful Something noble, something lost Safe yet curious When you bring back the funk y‘all Slip up and slide When you bring back the funk y‘all With no place left to hide No place left to hide When not only the wind in our sails Some magic too, Sometimes we forget Just how high the moon It was something bright and fine And in time, Became the world It would shed stars and bars All kinds of hearts Were together again When you bring back the funk y‘all Slip up and slide When you bring back the funk y‘all With no place left to hide When you bring back the funk y‘all Slip up and slide When you bring back the funk y‘all With no place left to hide No place left to hide

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Paul Weller | 2005

Bring Back the Funk

283 When you learn to speak Whenever you want or need When you learn to cry When it passes you by It is something, something to me now It is something, something to me now Give me something, something to me now Once upon a dream In the midnight hour There was nothing like scene And we thank the crowd Now its a feeling tame and small And though it all I‘ll look for word Just one more night exists Just what if We dream‘t for all When you bring back the funk y‘all Slip up and slide When you bring back the funk y‘all With no place left to hide When you bring back the funk y‘all Get up and slide When you bring back the funk y‘all With no place left to hide When you bring back the funk y‘all Get up and slide When you bring back the funk y‘all There‘ll be no place left to hide When you bring back the funk y‘all

284

Can you tell the difference, between the pebble and the boy, Far away in the distance, with the sun in your eyes, Can you see the footprints, that have merged with the sand, And youâ&#x20AC;&#x2DC;re trying to find them, you find only dry land. Can you tell the difference, between the pebble and the boy, Can you follow the heartbeats between the boy and the man, If you can, if you can. Can you see the future, with every step you take, yet you feel your no further, and your walking away, Can you tell the difference between the pepple and the man Far away in the ocean, with his back on dry sand. Can you tell the difference, between the pepple and the boy, Can you follow the heartbeats between the boy and the man, If you can, if you can.

Paul Weller | 2005

The Pebble and the Boy

285

Let‘s go sailing in the wild blue yonder, Let‘s go sailing in the wild blue yonder, Let‘s go sailing in the wild blue yonder, Packing it up, leaving it all behind. Let‘s go loving like we know we oughta, Let‘s go loving like we know we oughta, Let‘s go loving like we know we oughta, Packing it up, leaving it all behind. While we‘re thinking ‚bout thinking it over, While we‘re thinking ‚bout thinking it over, While we‘re thinking ‚bout thinking it over, The world has turned, another day has gone. I wonder who I am, And what you really think about me. I wonder who you are, And what I really feel to you. Let‘s go loving in the wild green clover, Let‘s go f‘ing in the wild green clover, Let‘s go loving in the wild green clover, The world has turned, another day has passed. Let‘s go sailing in the wild blue yonder, Let‘s go sailing in the wild blue yonder, Let‘s go sailing in the wild blue yonder. Let‘s go sailing, Let‘s go sailing, Let‘s go sailing in the wild blue yonder. Let‘s go sailing in the wild blue yonder. Let‘s go sailing.

Paul Weller | 2006

wild blue yonder

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287

Come out to play, Now the light nights are here We‘ll swing and sway, Now the light nights are here Have a dance, Now the light nights are here We‘ll love, Now the light nights are here Over me Come and stay with me Run away with me Come out to play, Now the light nights are here And we‘ll wish we‘d go Neither of us knows Now the days are getting longer Our thoughts are getting stronger Come out to play, Now the light nights are here Come away with me, Come and stay with me Run away with me, Love me til the next dawning Make me feel that I‘m wanted I‘ve been so very frozen Make me feel that I‘m chosen Come out to play Now the light nights are here We‘ll swing and say Now the light nights are here Hold us Now the light nights are here Now we‘ll love Now the light nights are here

Paul Weller | 2008

Light Nights

288

I had 22 dreams last night And you were in 21 The last one I saved for myself Just to save my soul I got this scene by a fireplace I lose control and I‘m in that place I had 22 dreams last night I had 45 films to watch But only one I could take The mysteries of a secret smile It was so dull a place Pull me over with a loving kiss I remember all the things I missed You mean so much with the darkness gone I fell in love with the morning sun I had 22 dreams last night You pick me up with a loving kiss I remembered all the things I missed You mean so much with the darkness gone I fell in love with the morning sun I had 22 dreams last night And you were in 21 That‘s enough for a lifetime of dreams That‘s enough for anyone 22, 22, 22, 22 22, 22, 22, 22 22, 22, 22, 22 Just to save my soul, Just to save my soul Just to save my soul, Just to save my soul

Paul Weller | 2008

22 Dreams

289

I‘m not out to convince you, But draw upon your mind I‘m not out to lose you, You know I‘m not that kind All I wanna do is be with you All I wanna do is be with you I‘m not here to forgive you, I‘m neither clever nor confused I‘m not looking to steal you, Don‘t want you feeling used All I wanna do is be with you All I wanna do is be with you I‘ve given dust I feel the most I twist and turn, turn I‘m lost and found In the moment In a single Moment I‘m not out to train you, Leave you far and far behind I‘m not here to claim you, You know I‘m not that kind All I wanna do is be with you All I wanna do is be with you Be with you Be with you Be with you All I wanna do is be with you With you Be with you

Paul Weller | 2008

All I Wanna Do (Is Be With You)

290

The smoke is runnin‘ through your hair There‘s a look in your eyes I see a glimpse of smile on your face But I know that smile ain‘t mine. Our fool begins, our fool begins (?) They say everything has a place and time This ain‘t one of those times I feel there‘s something in the air I just don‘t know why, don‘t know why. What a fool I‘ve been What a fool I‘ve been Have you made up your mind? (Made up your mind) Have you made up my mind for me? (Made up your mind) Have you made up your mind? (Made up your mind) Have you made up my mind for me? (Ooh) So easily.. There‘s a love light breakin‘ through the door Where will I be when morning comes? I feel it feelin‘ in my bones Just don‘t know where my feet will go. What a fool I‘ve been Oh, what a fool I‘ve been Have you made up your mind? (Made up your mind) Have you made up my mind for me?

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Paul Weller | 2008

Have You Made Up Your Mind

291 (Made up your mind) Have you made up your mind? (Made up your mind) Have you made up my mind for me? (Ooh) They say there‘s a time and place for everything This ain‘t one of those times What a fool I‘ve been Oh, what a fool I‘ve been Have you made up your mind? (Made up your mind) Have you made up my mind for me? (Made up your mind) Have you made up your mind? (Made up your mind) Have you made up my mind for me? (Ooh) So easily.. ohoh.. so easily.. (Made up your mind) Have you made up your mind baby? (Made up your mind) Have you made up your mind...

292

Careful not to end or fight no one Still battling on when all your enemies are gone Making you look dumb and stupid The empty ring What would it matter to you If the pleasure always planned Was right there in your hand But no one there to see that The empty ring The taste of fear and fortune, The smell of toil and sweat, But if the crowd ain‘t there to see it It‘s just another memory It‘s just another memory In an empty ring, empty ring Words of wisdom fail you The time it takes to fall The crowd ain‘t there to see it It‘s just another memory Just another memory In an empty ring, empty ring With a world to listen to ya Still rattling on when All the war is won You just don‘t know when to give up You win, your the empty ring, empty ring

Paul Weller | 2008

Empty Ring

293

I‘m invisible, Float across the floor You can‘t even see me Drift through walls and tables You still don‘t believe me I‘m not one to give up But I feel I‘m at a loss To you I‘m invisible, Pass through doors and windows You won‘t even know it There was a time, I though every hair on my body was alive Yes it was, Now you can‘t even see The grey and the dye I‘m not one to give up But I feel I‘m at a loss The world doesn‘t roll, In a dark hall I just feel the colour drain from me Hey, I‘ve become invisible Invisible, Skim across the floor You can‘t even see me I make a joke, I toss a line To no one there, Who can see me alive I don‘t want to give up But I feel I‘m at a loss I‘m invisible Looking up, baby Packing up, baby x 5 Shaking up, baby Packing up, baby

Paul Weller | 2008

Invisible

294

In those cold, cold moments, Waiting for that girl to come Oh she‘s the one, Got my hands deep in my pockets Trying to keep out all the rain, She causes me such pain But she‘s got me so.. Lord, that girl drive me insane In that far off distance, I can see the lights of town Oh it sure bring me down, No I miss them so Lord, I can‘t stay here no more Waiting for the dice to roll, Where I‘m heading, I don‘t know Please don‘t talk about me when I‘m gone, I just hate to move on These cold, cold moments, Cold, cold moments Getting time to get on board Dream of our hopes in this somewhere along Don‘t look like she‘s gonna show Where I‘m heading, I don‘t know I don‘t know Sha la la la, sha la la x 3 Those cold, cold moments, Waiting for that girl to come Oh, she‘s the one, Got my hands deep in my pockets Trying to keep out of the rain, Oh she caused me such pain Oh she‘s got me so... Lord, that girl got me insane Yes, thats got me so I just got to let it go From these cold, cold moments

Paul Weller | 2008

Cold Moments

295

Black river, Black river, Black river The storys still unfolding And like the river rolling It‘s always moving like a tide Seemingly unchanging But of course nothing stays the same You‘ll see Black river, Black river, Black river And if I scratch the surface And try to look to learn it Oh what fantastic worlds I‘ll find Stay with me forever Buried deep inside my mind You‘ll see Sha la la la la I‘m casting out my line Although its floating back Who knows what I‘ll find It seems It‘s early in the morning I watched a raindrop falling So slim and tender from a leaf It stays with me forever Buried deep inside of me You‘ll see Black river, Black river, Black river (x2) Black river You drifter

Paul Weller | 2008

Black River

296

my son rose to the shore to the world that lies before he cant here my sound hes much to in tune with the ground he sees only the tide and the surf and the sea hes oblivious to me calling in years to come i will still call him son but heâ&#x20AC;&#x2DC;ll have no time to wait he must see beyond his fate they say only the sun and the wind make it free his only defence will always be why walk when u can run run like the wind, run like the wind (3x) run like the wind my son run like the wind, run like the wind (3x) run like the wind my son through sheets of time all the wings of a bird heâ&#x20AC;&#x2DC;ll come to the edge to look life in the eyes heâ&#x20AC;&#x2DC;ll see only the keys to the world and his dreams his strongest defence will always be why walk when u can run why walk when u can run run like the wind, run like the wind (3x) run like the wind my son run like the wind, run like the wind no turning back, no giving in run like the wind, run like the wind run like the wind my son

Paul Weller | 2008

Why Walk When You Can Run

297

Push it along, push it along baby gonna ride the train ride it baby Push it along, push it along baby gonna ride the train ride it baby The desert moon is falling across the sands, hoo, hah hoo, hoo hah Feel the loving touch of invisible hands, hoo, hah, hoo, hah And all across the skies i could see his eyes Lift me up, let my soul just fly! Push it along, push it along baby gonna ride the train, ride it baby Push it along, push it along baby gonna ride the train, ride it baby Push it along, push it along baby gonna ride the train, ride it baby Through desert wings that know,know reason hoo, hah, hoo, hah When the only sound is of the season hoo, hah, hoo, hah The heat of the day the cool of the evening Are the only measures of what im feelin! Told what to feel, told what to see Told what to see, told what to feel Im used to this im used to that Iâ&#x20AC;&#x2DC;ll stand in a feel in a scarecrows hat! Push it along, push it along baby gonna ride the train ride it baby Push it along, push it along baby gonna ride the train ride it baby

Paul Weller | 2008

Push It Along

298

Is it strange? Is it weird? They come in search of truth We must be on the spot, There‘s only me and you ???? and you were fine All your thoughts are out of mine It doesn‘t start it will not end But how will we be moved? On a rock spinning through the echoes round the sun Echoes round the sun, echoes round the sun On a rock spinning through the echoes round the sun Echoes round the sun, echoes round the sun On a rock spinning through the echoes round the sun Looks up and comes down, Floating through the void Getting lost, getting found, Is something we can use It doesn‘t start, it doesn‘t end How will we be moved? On a rock spinning through the echoes round the sun Echoes round the sun, echoes round the sun On a rock spinning through the echoes round the sun Echoes round the sun, echoes round the sun On a rock spinning through the echoes round the sun Echoes round the sun, echoes round the sun On a rock spinning through the echoes round the sun Me and you on a spot Me and you on a spot Me and you on a spot Me and you on a spot

Paul Weller | 2008

Echoes Round the Sun

299

I only want you, I only want you You‘re the one Bright star In my eyes I only need you, I only need you You‘re the one Bright star Shine for me Without you I feel nothing My one Bright star Shine for me I only love you, I only love you You‘re the one Bright star In my life I only need you, I only need you You‘re the one Bright star Shine for me Without you I feel nothing My love, My star Shine for me

Paul Weller | 2008

One Bright Star

300

And where‘er ye go That we‘ll never know But as long as you come back That‘s all that really matters And where‘er ye go As surely you will Take him with you most of all I hold breath and imagine But that‘s who you are And we have to accept Either live with it Or live without you So where‘er ye go Then come back As each time you do You bring with ye such stories That we lose ourselves Because our echoes are forgotten And you never forget You just lose track of time That‘s alright It‘s really alright For we couldn‘t bear to be Without you

Paul Weller | 2008

Where‘er Ye Go

301

And I looked up and I spoke to God and God said look at you don‘t look at me. You only call on me when you need me and when you don‘t you hardly think of me at all. I don‘t enter your head for weeks at a time and the times I do are in your despair that you created and not I and still you look up at me in such pleading terms that‘s how I know you. Don‘t look at me look at you Don‘t look at me look at you And every night I pray to God please save the lives of those I love and take me instead if you really need someone to keep you company on that golden chair in the glare. Bring your guns to the table and recite your pray. Loose all your hatred if you‘re to pray in there. The temple you‘re seeking is in front of your nose. Because the message you‘re giving is „do nothing for those“. Seek and you shall find Seek and you shall find The oldest is the youngest The young is the old

Paul Weller | 2008

God

302

Carry me home, carry me home You old sea spray Carry me home, carry me home You old sea spray Like the million stars before you You shine through the strictest curfew And listening to the rules of no-one Just want to lay it over Can you never see what I can see? Carry me home, carry me home You old sea spray Carry me home, carry me home You old salt spray (Carry me home) (You old sea spray) Sweep me up and take me with you To see the things that stand before you Show me all this world has for me I want all the light can show me I can only be what I can see Carry me home, carry me home You old sea spray Carry me home, carry me home You old sea spray Carry me home, carry me home You old salt spray Carry me home, carry me home You old sea spray

Paul Weller | 2008

Sea Spray

303

304

A bag of nerves I seem to suppress Alien of being Not known to duress Moonshine, moonshine There‘s something in the hills I cannot posses As dark as sunday We‘re woven again I pack no meaning I‘m shrunken in vain Moonshine, moonshine I‘m bleak as Tuesday I seek no applause Not really like me Refuse to go on My faith has been surely fired I‘m schooled in the test of time Moonshine, moonshine There‘s something in the hills I cannot posses I‘m deaf as Thursday I seek to explode One hour daily I work to implode Moonshine, moonshine

Paul Weller | 2010

Moonshine

305

Fish from the paper Fresh from the sea Cracks in the pavement The city in siege I don’t know where to escape it or who to believe I can’t find an opinion that aint on its knees Scratching around in a second hand gown when you shouldn’t be We’re gonna wake up the nation and don’t be no drag Shake up the station and out of their hands We’re gonna wake up the nation and don’t be no drag Shake up the station and out of their hands Nowhere to be Nowhere to bleed Get ya face out the Facebook and turn off your phone What with the the death of the post box, nowhere feels home Scratching around in a second hand gown when you shouldn’t be

Paul Weller | 2010

Wake Up the Nation

306

If you don’t want to see me fall Turn your face to the wall There’s no place left to hide There’s no tears to cry ‘cos my eyes have dried If you can’t see my wanting from afar Can’t you see how distant we are There’s no way I can lie There’s no tears to cry ‘cos my eyes have dried Time before the thief Who stole a precious mind Wrapped it up in silk And sold it to the night If you don’t want to watch, watch me slide Turn around here inside Find a place we can hide There’s no tears to cry There’s no place left inside There’s no tears to cry ‘cos my eyes have dried There’s no tears to cry

Paul Weller | 2010

No Tears to Cry

307

Zooming in an out Of the slow traffic rumble Tryin’a make the lights Getting’ out of the jungle It’s been a long day And my heads all gone I’m tryin’a make the bridge Before the sun goes down Fast car / slow traffic

Paul Weller | 2010

FAST CAR / SLOW TRAFFIC

308

Tiny, tiny shades of light Came dancing gently through my window As I waved goodbye To my other life The dying planet grew darker still My thirsty engines took me up and then I could see the embers Of Andromeda I’m not anywhere, I’m here And I’m not waiting any longer For this world to be still I raise my glass and I remember her Oh sweet Andromeda My mood gets lifted with the gravity’s pull Looks like I’m smiling But I’m dying too We only mirror our surroundings Oh sweet Andromeda

Paul Weller | 2010

andromeda

309

Down watery steps To the oceans roar A team of wild horses Play to thunderous applause What is my meaning? I try to fathom out But itâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s a murky world down there So I turn around and just swim instead Ebb and flow Weak and strong Ebb and flow Weak and strong

Paul Weller | 2010

SHE SPEAKS

310

Dream this dream if you can Find your way through the sand Sing like you already own it Our birth and right is to show it Find the torch, burn the plans State your case in your land Scream like you already know it Our deed is all that we owe it Live your life if you can Light the way with all thatâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s at hand Shout like you already know it Our deed is all that we owe it

Paul Weller | 2010

FIND THE TORCH, BURN THE PLANS

311

Aim high - hum along lady Too shy, bite my tongue and maybe Unfair if you ever leave me I need you like water needs a flower Deep ravines within ourselves Drunken nights up on the shelf God strike me down if I don’t come through For you’re my baby and I need you Aim high - come along lady I’m your sky and you are my night time Forever, will you won’t you stay with me Never leave you, don’t you leave me too Darkness has no place I feel I’m in with a chance To make this world dip and spin Convince us we will win, we will win, we will win Come fly - hum along lady It feels far but life is just in hours Let’s aim high and save ourselves forever Hung dry like a spider after showers

Paul Weller | 2010

aim high

312

Well, once I was a lover with beautiful long brown hair When I walked down any street, men would stop and stare Boys would whistle and their eyes would shine My skirt would swish to show my long strong legs so fine Was a time I was a mother, darling children would come from me I’d love them and I’d feed them and in their eyes, such love I’d see They’d call my name in times of need And I’d be there Once I was a man My cock as hard as wood I stood as strong as any tree None but the wind could pass through me My woman loved me as no one else could As resolute as trees I stood Now as battered as time itself I droop and shuffle through my empty cell A comedy of errors I’ve become And all my endeavours I’ve forgot Don’t know my name or where I’ve come Someone take me back to the fields Where I need to be So once again I can stand tall And feel once more a tree

Paul Weller | 2010

Trees

313

I’m around ‘til you just don’t want me I hope that time will never come I’m not out to steal your money Wanna spend my time with you Walking through this world of wonder I wonder if I’ll ever change I could say that I’m looking to grow I just don’t know what into I think of all the places I wanna go I wanna go there now with you I think of all the places I’ve been too Were just times that I wasn’t with you We’re together ‘til the good Lord takes us He keeps a special eye on you I’m not out to steal your money Just wanna spend some time with you

Paul Weller | 2010

GRASP AND STILL CONNECT

314

Beak to bleak and crossing every line The winds of change and the sons of time 7 & 3 is the strikers name Washing his hands as he walks away Come on! Come on! The sky is bright Our wings are clipped but we still might fly away Curse my master and his slave And his soldiers too Curse those fuckers in the castle They’re all bastards too I could be stable, I might be fine I don’t want to fuck it up this time Well, she loves me tender, she loves me strong We’re star crossed lovers and we sing this song Away in the night like a thief of old Not too skinny and not too bold 7 & 3 is the strikers name Washing his hands as he walks away

Paul Weller | 2010

7 & 3 IS THE STRIKERS NAME

315

There’s 12 steps to Eddie Cochran baby Two flowers growing through the pavement crack Wish I was purple but I’m red instead Catch a ride it’s so pure and fresh and clean Shafts of light that stream and holler The dust that dances on the air to me – you’ll see Your lips are like milk – honey I’ll grow through your cracks and you’ll see I’ll make it right, I’ll make it right

Paul Weller | 2010

up the dosage

316

Like pieces of a dream All shattered on the screen Refracted into shapes Explore this new landscape Like pieces of a dream Disturbingly serene Comforting at once and yet Nothing you can connect Can’t put my finger on it Can’t put it’s figure on me Can’t fix my mind upon it This feeling’s captured me

Paul Weller | 2010

pieces of a dream

317

Two fat ladies at my door Over the hills and far much more Seeking the teats of mother and child Some marked bitter, others mild Two fat ladies click, click, click I’ve gone too far and far too quick Yester, yesterday is gone Very nice then but now all worn Dry that, dry that tear away Come back when the world has changed On and on and on we go Courage and brave for all on show On and on, on and on we go Two fat ladies - 88 Chatting and waiting on a garden gate Two young fellows not too late What’s the time and what’s our fate? Sugar, sugar - ain’t it sweet Loves your mind but rots your teeth Looking for sugar for my bowl Up the apples and down the road Been all over this town today But can’t find my feet or stand up straight Silver veils that dance and hide Golden tales lay on their side Raise my glass, I’m in the pink I’m sitting here waiting for the sun to sink On and on and on we go

Paul Weller | 2010

two fat ladies