1. |
Red John
05:00
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Oh please come home with me
Have a cup of coffee or a pot of tea
I won't lay a finger on you no I won't
I'll even take a shower before I don't
My name is Red John in the English tongue
But it was Iain Dearg when I was young
Can you tell from whence I come
Oh please come home with me
There's a late movie on TV
I won't try anything on
Even when your last bus is gone
Oh please come home with me
I am a man of integrity
So if I get fresh or out of place
In the morning you can slap my face
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2. |
The Spaniard
06:06
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Olé, Olé
That's what the Spaniard say
When he's out to catch the bull by the horns
When he has no fear for the fray
Little boy, little boy
There's a carpet of snow on the ground
It's clear and bright and virgin white
Let's go outside and mess around
I'm not ever coming back
To this hard place
Won't you leave, won't you leave
With me?
Now it's a dream that we all have
To be the hero on the hill
To be a god for some poor sod
And have him pick up the bill
Time is a faithless friend
You know it used to be on my side
Now for every day that slips away
A bell tolls deep inside
Little boy, little boy
The sky is filled with light
The hills are high and the sea is cold
And it'll be all right
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3. |
Blah Blah Blues
03:02
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I'm walking out the door
With a hey-ho-noddy-no
Believing I am indefatigable
Full of the joys of spring
Don't you step on my blue suede shoes
I'm walking down the road
Full of diddle-de-dum
Believing I am inextinguishable
Life is just tickety-boo
I'm thinking I'm good looking too
I'm walking in the bar
Full of la-di-da
Believing I am indestructible
Feel like a million bucks
Whistle a little blah-blah blues
I'm rolling up the road
Without a word of a lie
Believing was unbelievable
I was capable of anything
I'm thinking I can even sing
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4. |
Entropy
03:19
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Her loving baby
came to her one night
In the middle of the month of May
And she don't know why they come
And they do not stay
Every Venus and Mars;
every spinning star
Sooner or later fade away
And she don't know why they come
And. they do not stay
Oceans will rise
continents fall
as sure as night follows day
And she don't know why they come
And they do not stay
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5. |
Apropos Of A Working Day
05:10
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Give me just one more beer
Soon I'll be on my way
Give me just one more beer
Shouldn't have come here today
I wasn't looking for
Anyone particular
I already had convivial company
I wasn't looking round
Every time the door was opening
I'd just wait and see
Give me just one more beer
Then I can pay my tab
Vibe me just one more beer
Then you can call a cab
I wasn't hoping for
A familiar tugging on my sleeve
And a friendly "Hey, and how are you?"
Because I saw a vapour trail
Like a scar across the sky
Made that impossible to do
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6. |
The Tumbler
04:24
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Long long time
Since my heart was beating fast
Longer than a long time
Since my fishing line was cast
If I ever
see to much for my
own good, good god,
hey, then I'll close my eyes
Long, long time
Since my step was feather light
Longer than a long time
Since I was a thief in the night
Long, long time
Since danger was in my day
Longer than a long time
Since my last "hip! hip! hooray!"
Long, long time
l've been safe as a rich man’s house
Longer than a long time
I've been quiet as a rich man’s mouse
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7. |
A Little Bit Of Fun
03:52
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When I booked a double room for the week
I bet you thought that I was clever
When you saw the rain falling down my cheek
I bet you thought that it was the weather
‘cause it was just a little bit of fun
and the fun it is past and done
When I took my seat upon the aeroplane
I bet you thought that I was flying
When I said I'd like to see you again
I bet you thought that I was lying
Now when I book into another double room
What does it really all amount to?
And when I lie staring up at the moon
Sometimes I even think about you
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8. |
Mademoiselle
04:22
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Mademoiselle est belle she could make a man of me
She's atrocious precocious she makes me weak in the knee
Doesn't it make your blood grow cold
Growing old
There's calamity in my heart, mademoiselle's to blame
But I can learn her language I can nearly say her name
It could all come to no good
I wish it would
Well I mumble and fumble too
Ooh, when I giggle and grin at you
All the boys have bon vivant they have the savoir faire
I know that I can do it but ooh do I dare
It's the gift of the gab
If God were in his heaven it would be different I suppose
But he's either on vacation or otherwise indisposed
I could get down on my knees
Pretty please
All you need is some confidence
But the panic and the fear is just a matter of common sense
Mademoiselle called me but it's pointless because
I'm not about to capitulate or clutch at any straws
She will soon be on her way
Any day
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9. |
Everybody's Somebody
03:27
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Everybody's somebody's
Nice to know
Everybody's somebody's
Got to go
Everybody's somebody's
I'd better not
Everybody's somebody's
I wish I'd gone and got it all
Everybody's somebody's
English rose
Everybody's somebody's
Take off your clothes
Everybody's somebody's
Have another drink
Everybody's somebody's
What kind of girl do you think I am?
Everybody's somebody's
Carnival
Everybody's somebody's
Funeral
Everybody's somebody's
Next affair
Everybody's somebody's
Photo at last upstairs in a trunk
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10. |
The Pretender
06:12
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You know he always tells the truth
No he never ever lies
He is Mr Righteousness
He is candid and sincere
and his conscience is clear
She on the other hand.
Speak with a forked tongue
She dissembles and deceives
And to keep from prying eyes
She just slip on a disguise
She say's that honesty
Is ever so easy
If you have nothing to confess
There is no tale to tell
If you live inside a shell
Oh you know she won't deny
That when she tell a porky-pie
It's usually to save her skin
But she'd rather misbehave
Than to be that man's slave
He says all dreamers are
Liars at heart
Who can't see reality
She says reality is fine
You got yours; I got mine
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11. |
Go Down
04:18
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Happy days are
Here again, I’ll
Place my foot on the
Flank of a hill
Who gives a hoot
For the money I owe
Oh, go on down
To the place
That you know
Some say
We’ll be forgiven wherever we go
I can’t use ropes, I wish I
Could use ropes, all the
Paraphernalia like karabiners are
Wasted on me
Who gives a hoot
For the money I owe
Oh, go on down
It gets easier
Every day
Some say
That it won’t matter anyway
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