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Byres Road Saturday
03:15
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Let me describe the scene – let me describe the scene…
let me tell you, let me tell you
Let me describe the scene – let me describe the scene…
let me tell you, let me tell you
Well, the Grosvenor Loner goes from Bart to Homer
in the space of a decade and a half
And he’s drunk from the fountain of a man-made fountain made of second-hand vinyl and a phonograph
Pictures on railings, pictures on gables a little bit up the road
Charting movements of eternal students & the ones that come & go
Play a song and no one listens on Byres Road on a Saturday afternoon
Middle: Misguidedly I thought that here I’d always be in tune
I’m in tune to the moon, they say I’m in tune to the moon
Come walk with me
Down Byres Road on a Saturday afternoon
Casual crowds are not allowed to keep you from calming down
In tucked-away alleyways, cafés and galleries – a Caledonian Camden Town
Always run into somebody then run into another of your hook up occasionally friends
I ran into somebody between the shop Fopp and the library
We did the catch-up, lifted the latch up
On the door called memory - that’s what you’ll see
The Grosvenor Groover & the butcher’s improver
Let me tell you people it never ends
Till night descends – till night time comes to
Byres Road on a Saturday afternoon
Byres Road Saturday…
Keep the conversation going…
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Downstate Update
02:40
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Paper’s wood and love is trust Did what I could to push that stuff Need an update for my mind
Random thoughts and file aways
Are all I got to take your place Downstate update – think you'll find
I walked out in the weather –
get it together –
Downstate updatee
I walked out in the freeway –
give me some leeway –
Downstate update
Got a magic notion for a beautiful girl –
update all over the world
Got a magic notion for a beautiful girl
– update all over the world
Yeah yeah yeah
Ride the pipeline, lay the cable
Feed me fruit and vegetable
Need an update for my head
Random thoughts and file aways
are all I got to take your place
Downstate update – back to bed
I walked out in the weather –
get it together –
Downstate update
I walked out in the freeway –
give me some leeway –
Downstate update
Got a magic notion for a beautiful girl –
update all over the world
Got a magic notion for a beautiful girl –
update all over the world
Yeah yeah yeah
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My Skyscrapers
03:55
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I said hi, I don't like to get too high
I don't like to tread on the other guy's sky, baby all right
My skyscrapers are not built so high
So please don't look up in the sky
Hello, I don't like to get too low
But if you go diving with Jacques Cousteau, baby all right
My skyscrapers might make themselves known to you
My skyscrapers into view
They don't scrape the sky of blue
They're not there to be seen
What we can do is watch them through
The windows of the sea of green
(Chorus)
Middle:
They don't scrape the sky of blue
They're not there to be seen
What we can do is watch them through
The windows of the sea of green
(Chorus) x2
Nothing in the papers could ever show you my skyscrapers
(Chorus) x2
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More Fool You
03:53
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Whistling in the sidestreet gathering gloom
Try to burn a little heat here in my room
Sprayed some graffiti on a favourite bench in the park
Fair and square I think you beat me – I lost you in the dark
More fool you – that’s what they’re laying on me
More fool you – now that you have gone free
Ninety-nine times out of ten what I start I can never defend
But more fool you – I’m happy being lonely
Always close to the spirit of the thing, I can get my kicks any old way
The play of light on the cellophane wing of my friend the fly till I get my spray
But I can’t spray the pain away – ain’t she sweet
But I don’t mind, I think you’ll find I’m happy in defeat
More fool you – that’s what they’re laying on me
More fool you – now that you have gone free
Ninety-nine times out of ten what I start I can never defend
But more fool you – I’m happy being lonely
If god created hangovers to show he don’t exist
And our song has been sang over and it all comes down to this
More fool you – that’s what they’re laying on me
More fool you – now that you have gone free
Ninety-nine times out of ten what I start I can never defend
But more fool you – I’m happy being lonely
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Wonder Understand
03:18
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When we argue it's a lonely sound
That echoes in the alleyways
But even when I'm coming down
It feels like I can almost touch some sunrays
For a second I can get away
As I wonder I understand
over under sideways down
Till it does what it's got to do
and it slips from out my view
When we're dancing to a fuzz guitar
Like a buzz-saw through the years
There'd be twice as long a queue at the barricades
If they could serve something to keep it clear
What we're doing here
Here it comes just to disappear
As I wonder I understand over under sideways down
Till it does what it's got to do and it slips from out my view
I wanted to be someone who made everything blend
Get there on the journey, not just get there in the end
I'm starting from scratch again
Makes me wonder I understand over under sideways down
Till it does what it's got to do and it slips from out my view
But as I wonder as I wonder please let me understand
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6. |
You Did Ask
03:08
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It's not my style to say what's true
But you did ask, you said “How are you?”
If you're gonna be that direct
There's some rough and smooth you must expect
'Bout how I feel, was I too real at this juncture?
I just jumped your train, if it's all the same
You can run away, you can stay and bask
In the light of my sun and the warmth of my flask
You can tell me to go to hell but, well, you did ask
How I feel, I won't make a meal of the answer
No cliches, let's see if honesty pays
I know my sofa bed will drop dead of frustration
Pillows will ache for your sweet head and a little variation
Do these things ever last?
Life's a gas, you did ask,
I grazed on your grass, you did ask
Into my life you came to pass
From out my life you'll come to pass
You did ask
I shot the lock off the vault, I put the axe to the cask
And out it all gushes, well, you did ask
How I feel, was I too real at this juncture?
Cos I've just jumped your train, I can't explain
Someone's got to level with you
Or what the devil will you do?
Someone's gotta lay it straight
Someone not prepared to provaricate
It's not my style to say what's true
But you did ask, you said “How are you?”
I don't mean to set a difficult task
But, baby, it's back at you but you did ask me
How I feel, was I too real like a puncture?
Cos I just broke your chain
You ain't no Alice Coltrane, girl
I don't mean to tell you anything
That would tie me up in long and binding string
Bits of string and chains of gold
Hey, baby, you've been told.
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If you knew where to look you’d see where I stood ground
She bought it over to just knock it down
I maintained it so well, polished the bell
She’ll demolish it all to hell
I don’t know if it’s good or it’s bad
She gives me so much I keep nothing I’ve had
Would you say it’s OK or it’s bad?
If you knew where to look you’d see where I stood ground
For king and country she’ll knock it down
I maintained it so good, polished the wood
So it looked pretty good
I don’t know if it’s good or it’s bad
She gives me so much, I keep nothing I’ve had
What I stood for good or bad
Forsook each name and number in my little red book
I’m really shook
I don’t know if it’s good or it’s bad
She gives me so much, I keep nothing I’ve had
Would you say it’s OK or it’s bad?
Forsook every name and number in my little red book
I’m shook
In the garden’s a rose, the last one to stand
Took four hundred blows from the side of her hand
She’ll abolish my past, demolish so fast
If you knew where to look my fate has been cast
I don’t know if it’s good or it’s bad
She gives me so much I keep nothing I’ve had
What I stood for good or bad
I’d say it’s pretty bad
Forsook the early morning dark
Forsook the cover of the dark
Forsook the sky of treacle black,
Forsook – that served to mask the tack
I don’t know if it’s good or it’s bad
She gives me so much, I keep nothing I’ve had
Would you say it’s OK or it’s bad?
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Rhythm From the Rails
03:19
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Policemen moving through the train
have a right to arrest me if my love is in vain m
All my trials, all my trails
Well, tonight I'll get my rhythm , my rhythm from the rails D G
The train retains my rhythm nightly
I gain it once the sun dips slightly
Over freshly cut hay bales
tonight I'll get my rhythm, rhythm from the rails
Wild thing – she left you this morning
I can't believe she would leave you at all
Rhythm, rhythm, rhythm, rhythm
I thank the Lord that the world is not so small
You know I've felt the blade of a Turkish barber
Open blade, hot blade against my neck
A ship of trade I've seen submerged in half a harbour
Sold for scrap, a ship of trade become a wreck
But diesels hum the wind into my sails
Wind into my sails can turn the tide
So chalk your destinations up my friends
On my wooden wagon sides
Wild thing, she left you this morning
I can't believe she would leave you at all
Rhythm, rhythm, rhythm, rhythm
Wild thing, she left you this morning
You never know where the future might call
Rhythm, rhythm, rhythm, rhythm
Thank the Lord that the rails know it all
As we cross the cantilevers, we got all manner of believers
In the blue Canadian Rockies, they had sensurround sound
before they even had talkies…
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Out Of Print
03:58
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Hey, you wrote that life's a boat upon a silver sea
Who's left to keep these words afloat? I guess it's only me
The shop that sells the shoe repairs gives off a powerful taste
Keeps the street sweet through the years
And these are years of waste
You wrote the book, I took in every hint
You wrote the book but look, it's out of print
A black cab makes a U-turn for a pick-up on Leith Walk
Black cab comes, you take your turn and, there’s no time to talk
I love the grass that's growing now underneath our feet
I love the glass that's broken now – it's so incomplete
But every paragraph was typed just right, each page was mint
You wrote the book so good it’s out of print
Everything you said went to my head like Our Man Flint
You wrote the book but look, it's out of print
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10. |
Slow Rock Forever
05:12
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Slow Rock Forever
Slow Rock Forever – windswept as a Hebridean croft
Dona little leather – keep those Zippo lighters held aloft
Here’s the right idea to keep you warm as you are driving home
He is called Chris Rea – you were born to let him drive you home
You were into punk, liked music with a thunk but you drove on
We see you settling into Drive Time, The Eagles come alive time
And you’re no Desperado
For you there is no pounding bhangra, no metal pseudo anger
To thunder under white sky
You just go on like this, man, listening to Chris, man
As you watch the road go by
Slow rock, slow rock, slow rock, slow rock, slow rock, slow rock forever
Styx and Boston and Dire Straits but not Tom Waits
Slow rock, slow rock, slow rock, slow rock, slow rock, slow rock forever
Genesis, though sometimes quite good – believe me
Slow rock, slow rock, slow rock, slow rock, slow rock, slow rock forever
Chris Rea and Chris Rea, Chris Rea, more Chris Rea
Slow rock, slow rock, slow rock, slow rock, slow rock, slow rock forever
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