1. |
The Merchant
05:09
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THE MERCHANT Lyrics Gay Woods
I had come to trade my talents,
I came with a bad name,
I couldn’t find a galleon
So my mother, she found a plane.
I chose a place with connections,
A town I knew from the past
But the only thing wrong was the climate,
I didn’t count on the north sea blast.
And I didn’t count on meeting the merchant
Only the middle man
But the man at the top, he came to shop
When he saw what I had to sell;
The merchant was keen, he knew how to deal,
He looked quite good looking too,
He was tall and clean, he knew the scene,
Taught me a thing or two.
He sold me signs of survival,
A trial I could not lose,
It was enough, enough to keep me alive,
Evidence I could use.
He gave me some good reasons,
It seemed like he’d been there too,
He said, he said I made him feel strong,
When he sampled my Celtic brew;
Now if anyone else had said it,
I would have laughed in his face,
But it was where he placed the emphasis,
His timing fell into place.
He sold me signs of survival,
A trial I could not lose,
It was enough, enough to keep me alive,
Evidence I could use.
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2. |
Marking Time
02:21
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MARKING TIME Lyrics Gay Woods
If I call you on the telephone,
Call you up and you’re not at home,
Could I go up to your house
Go completely unannounced.
If you see me on the street,
No need to look so indiscreet,
If you see me drink too much,
It’s just my way of staying in touch.
I could write someone a letter,
Look at the TV for company.
See the face on the blacked-out screen
Looking back at me.
You girls are all alike,
You talk too much and cry at night,
See her run to the wall,
When the boys begin to brawl.
Now with all this time on our hands
We’re saying how many we have,
But see her walk that empty road,
The man in Rome say She no good She no good She no good.
I could write someone a letter,
Look at the TV for company.
See the face on the blacked-out screen
Looking back at me.
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3. |
The Angelus
04:34
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THE ANGELUS Lyrics Gay Woods
I’m learning to live without you,
I’m learning to live with myself.
I’m learning to live with others,
I’m comparing my life to my mother’s.
But I’m still waking in the night
I’m waking up with stagefright,
‘Cos I’m afraid of living
I’m afraid of just surviving.
And there’s sometimes I think I’m psychic,
Or maybe I’m only a witch,
‘Cos if the sun shone on the day
I’d smell winter come the night.
So I go in town, I hang around,
Pretending I am cured,
But my 60’s complaint is the 80’s lament,
Paranoia still rules.
They have me lying in bed thinking the world is dead.
They have me lying in bed thinking the world is dead.
Pray for us sinners.
My mother she lives at my roots,
Her hair was as black as coal,
But now my dye is growing out
I see more into her soul.
My head was my misfortune
I just gave away my name.
But now I see their faces
They let it happen just the same.
I’m lying in bed thinking the world is dead.
They have me lying in bed thinking the world is dead.
I’m lying in bed thinking the world is dead.
Dying, dying, dying, dying, dying, dying
And the word was made flesh.
Recorded Crossroads Studio Oss, Holland 1981
Vocals Gay Woods
Keyboards Trevor Knight
Drums Theo Wanders
Bass Karel van Rijn
Guitar Joop van Nimwegen
Engineer Manuel Kooymans
Produced by Trevor Knight Gay Woods Theo Wanders
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4. |
Auto da Fé
04:02
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Auto da Fé Lyrics Gay Woods
Hey somebody give us something,
Hey somebody give us something,
Don’t make us cop out,
Don’t make us blot out,
Hey somebody give us some.
We’re down and out, we’re down and outs,
We have energy to sell, energy to kill,
No money, no money to buy disco
So we walk, walk, walk till we drop down dead.
We are night hawkers, street walkers-
Laugh little girl your teenage scream-
She looks so queer but she sees your leer,
But don’t forget, don’t forget,
Don’t forget your line leads to here-
Right here babies.
Hey somebody give us something,
Hey somebody give us something,
Don’t make us cop out,
Don’t make us blot out,
Hey somebody give us some.
Listen listen to the newsbroadcasts,
Get off, get off to the Radio Beat,
They are testing, testing, cheating, cheating
Day and night it’s the new witch-hunt.
Trouble and struggle, toil and strife,
I see it as part of this wonderful new life,
Dawn to dawn, I’m still going wrong,
But I’m holding on, I’m holding on,
I’m holding on, still hanging on.……..
It’s like an auto da fé,
It’s like an auto da fé,
It’s like an auto da fé,
It is an auto da fé-
This is your auto da fé-
It’s just an auto da fé-
I won’t do what they say-
I can’t do what they say………
It’s the sweet eighties way-
It’s the sweet eighties way……
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5. |
Lot 3
02:36
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LITTLE LOT 3 Lyrics Gay Woods
Walk in the night and it’s like a mock spring,
Hear all the bands fighting to sing,
Walk in the night by the park light
In the black territory.
See old sadness sidle away,
A dark willow got nothing to say,
It’s there again but its bare again,
In the black territory.
I was watching all the leaves falling down,
Some went crisp, some to slime,
I was busy doing nothing at the time,
In the black territory.
And I get the full feeling of a memory,
A heartbreak, a memory, a heartbreak.
Yes I get the full feeling of a memory,
A heartbreak, a memory, a heartbreak.
So you take your life and you live it,
You take your life and don’t kill it….
What am I bid for little lot 3,
What am I bid for little lot 3???
I look at the black leather boys
Plus the ones in the coduroys,
I could swear on that skin like a queen on a knight
In the black territory.
I always go mad in the month of March,
When the birds go hop, hop for the starch,
Love comes to roost, I get the boost
In the black territory.
And I get the full feeling of a memory,
A heartbreak, a memory, a heartbreak.
Yes I get the full feeling of a memory,
A heartbreak, a memory, a heartbreak.
So you take your life and you live it,
You take your life and don’t kill it….
What am I bid for little lot 3,
What am I bid for little lot 3???
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GOOD LOOKS (AREN’T EVERYTHING) Lyrics Gay Woods
Good looks aren’t everything,
You gotta have something, something on your mind.
You can dress to kill,
You can dress to live,
But only good looks, good looks,
Will get you where you wanna go- where do you wanna go?
You have to know a man in the right place
Be there when it’s at the right pace,
Count on people you knew in your past
Talk now while the going is fast.
No appointments can be made rush, rush,
Someone special might call from the trade,
Stay at home with the telephone, telephone,
Stay at home or go out alone.
CHORUS
Catch the post expresso, expresso
Watch the moon take its course,
Live on faith instead of hope,
See it stay a little longer.
Spare time for cats and dogs,
Sweet little girls calling at your door,
The mornings are mine- Here!
Take this evening, hold on to your nights,
Hold on to your nights.
Careful with your memory,
Keep your personality,
Careful with your memory,
Keep your personality-
Which one to wear tonight,
Who shall I be tonight?
A voice on wire, a voice on a microphone…
So you pin your heart on a tightrope,
Hold your head up in the air,
Dice with Original Sin,
Hope a baby won’t begin.
Shrug off the friendly critics,
The disappointed few,
Suspicious tones you find in your letters,
Reminders of a place you once called Home,
You once called Home.
CHORUS
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7. |
Song for Lady Lazarus
02:17
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SONG FOR LADY LAZARUS Lyrics Gay Woods
When I walked in the valley of the shadow of death
I couldn’t taste no sweetness,
No water to drink at the fount of life,
No soul to feel its music.
We are like sheep, we are going astray,
No angel around to guide us,
Each one a world that has no end,
With so many new beginnings.
You ask me where that girl has gone
Like sweet innocence, at the water line.
He asks me where that time has gone,
It’s gone to new motherhood on the river bed, river bed.
When I awoke I looked to the east,
It was just like a new creation.
I didn’t need that sun going down-
It felt like a revelation.
You ask me where that girl has gone
Like sweet innocence, at the water line.
He asks me where that time has gone,
It’s gone to new motherhood on the riverbed, riverbed.
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WHEN THE CURTAIN GOES BANG! Lyrics Gay Woods
I can’t express what’s affecting me,
I can’t write down my reasoning powers,
I can’t describe my disabilities,
I can’t explain what I feel for you,
What I feel for you, you, you.
I want to be a mother,
I don’t want any other,
Our love goes deep, so deep, so deep.
I love you in blue and that includes the socks,
They tinkle off the sky in your eye,
I love when you look like black on white,
You’re an optical illusion, you’re optical art,
Optical art, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
See how I love thee,
See how I want to make three,
See how I love thee.
See how I want to make three……
I condemn the manipulation of innocents,
I condemn those who can’t hold their kids.
I adore mothers and
Domesticated animals.
I missed my mother when she wasn’t in her place,
I didn’t understand money,
I didn’t understand isolation-
I saw mine through a sun-lit room,
Through the face in profile,
The shadow of the clock.
When the curtain goes bang that’s it-
I close down,
When the curtain goes bang that’s it-
I close down-
Outside turns to jelly,
Inside to dark dots.
This is an analyst’s dream-
This is my own deaf mute scene.
This is an analyst’s dream-
This is my own deaf mute scream.
See how I love thee,
See how I want to make three,
See how I love thee.
See how I want to make three……123 –you, me , plus one
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9. |
November November
03:51
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NOVEMBER NOVEMBER Lyrics Gay Woods
November, November,
Preparation, creation,
Help us, help us,
Hear the new born cries,
The scorpion was showing her low cut dress
She revealed two sides to her sulky face,
Her leaves hung like orange peels
Stripped from her limbs,
O create for us a being, bright as moon sheen.
November, November,
Preparation, creation,
Help us, help us,
Hear the new born cry,
They’ll take down the details,
They’ll toss about the entrails,
We listen for the car wheels,
We listen for the voice trails,
Silence comes when the radio goes-
I don’t need that proof-
See the bright eyed babies call, call to the wind,
See the bright eyed babies call, call to the wind.
November, November,
Preparation, creation,
Help us, help us,
Hear the new born cry,
You can hear those new born cries
I can hear those unborn cries
I can hear those helpless cries.
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10. |
Bad Experience
03:11
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BAD EXPERIENCE Lyrics Gay Woods
LIES LIES LIES….
It still haunts me
It still lives within,
That bad time, that bad experience,
I wish I could find someone somewhere
To wash that time.
They were bad people with sweetened faces,
Looked at honesty like crime,
Who could believe such straight expression
Could hide such crooked smiles.
They were hard workers,
Worked on confidence-
No time to lose on love;
Chain on their door, lights blazed through the night,
Who were they frightened for?
It still haunts me
It still lives within,
That bad time, that bad experience,
I wish I could find someone somewhere
To wash that time.
They lived in hope of a heaven when they died,
Here they created a hell,
My blood ran cold while their television noise
Drowned the lies, lies, lies, lies…
I pray their spirits will leave me alone
Leave me an empty space,
When I lie down……
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11. |
Man of Mine
03:57
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MAN OF MINE Lyrics Gay Woods
O I am so in love with you man of mine,
O I am so in love with you man of mine.
Don’t let this heart turn to stone
When you see me say I’ll never have a child of my own,
Man of mine, man of mine.
This love is so heavy,
Why do I feel so light,
This love is heavenly,
It grows deepest on the night,
Deepest on the night.
O I am so in love with you man of mine,
O I am so in love with you man of mine.
Can we survive without this wedding thing
We both know we wouldn’t wear that little gold ring.
Man of mine, man of mine.
This love is so heavy,
Why do I feel so light,
This love is heavenly,
It grows deepest on the night,
Deepest on the night.
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12. |
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Lyrics Cooke and Greenaway
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13. |
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ALL IS YELLOW, (HOT, HOT, HOT!) Lyrics Gay Woods
Evening sun burned the backs of my legs,
All is yellow hot, hot, hot.
I thought this must be bliss,
Could I always feel like this?
Beaches crowded, breasts are bare,
Overnight sand still in my hair.
Sunburn turning golden brown,
Nothing to do in this seaside town.
Run to the sun,
Run to the sea,
Run to the sun,
Run to the one, the one you love….
Sun overlaps like a big fried egg
Ice cream man has an ice cream leg
It’s the summer season of peekaboo
Lets all do what tourists do
Run to the sun,
Run to the sea,
Run to the sun,
Run to the one, the one you love….
Evening sun burned the backs of my legs,
All is yellow hot, hot, hot.
I thought this must be bliss,
I hope I always feel like this!
Holy Moses! Free heat from up above!
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14. |
There they stood
03:28
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THERE THEY STOOD Lyrics Gay Woods
There they stood, romance on the rocks,
She sang so sweetly to the flocks,
Regardless of climate, come rain or come shine,
He was asking be mine all mine.
His hands tried to reach her
Mind didn’t matter
In the pitter-patter of a heartbeat,
Smiling down at his gloomy face,
She drew an empty line in the space.
There they sat, romance on the rocks,
She still looked good in her forties frocks,
Day and night, every solitary hour
He could not lose all that passionate power.
His hands tried to reach her
Mind didn’t matter
In the pitter-patter of a heartbeat,
Smiling down at his gloomy face,
She drew an empty line in the space.
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15. |
For Rich People
02:42
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FOR RICH PEOPLE Lyrics Gay Woods
We finish the jobs, collect the pay
Make every effort to please.
We are straight till we die not too much colour
Can’t see we’re on our knees-
One buys lovely clothes,
One buys perfect taste,
But we’re only part in the lonely rich man’s waste.
We live in lines, the architect’s plan
We keep his toytown clean,
Shacks and suburban plastic sacks
Complete the happiness dream,
One buys beautiful shoes,
One buys something new each week,
But we’re only part in the lonely rich man’s waste.
But we want more, we want more,
We want more and more and more.
But we want more, we want more,
We want more and more and more.
We want your money rich man, rich man,
We want your money rich man, rich man,
We want a big house like yours,
We want a big house like yours.
We drink our sherry not Tio Pepe,
We nibble on lines of lust,
Our kids fill our lives till they learn to despise us
While we rot to dust,
One buys a lovely gun,
One buys H E R O I N……….
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16. |
Frankie
03:52
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FRANKIE Lyrics Gay Woods
In a world inhabited by midgets and dwarfs,
Frankie walked invisibly through veils.
He didn’t obey current fashions,
He was frightened of being the same
He could never be contented for long
He would exclaim “This whole world stinks
This world stinks”
Frankie was a stereo-NON-stereotype
Frankie was a stereo-NON-stereotype.
Frankie grew up hysterically
He had no friends, (no sisters),
He died and came back to life twice,
A white mountain of love grew in his breast,
He craved for someone to take it from him.
He would cry: “No more doggie jump thro’ the hoop,
No more doggie”
Frankie became as noble as a saint
He started living off his emotions
Extremes sold well,
The bits in between weren’t good sellers
So one day, Frankie chose the month of May
It was a good time to rue the day
He cried and cried,
“Its over, it’s all over”
Frankie was a stereo-NON-stereotype
Frankie was a stereo-NON-stereotype.
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17. |
Cellophane Rain
03:41
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CELLOPHANE RAIN Lyrics Gay Woods
Cellophane rain, cellophane rain
Forests slants, forest slants,
Rays of filtered sun
Nobody goes in the real light
Only through closed, shut eyes.
Dream away, dream away,
Tireless mileage,
This town, your town, but never my town.
Cellophane sleep, cellophane sleep
European gift, European gift,
Threaded mountain range,
None of us know what the truth is
So many doors stay closed.
Dream away, dream away,
Tireless mileage,
This town, your town, but never my town.
Never, never,
WHERE IS MY TOWN?
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18. |
Bring me a Bouquet
04:04
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BRING ME A BOUQUET Lyrics Gay Woods
Bring me a bouquet, pink with no red,
Sweet little kisses that go to my head,
Say you forgive me you won’t forget me
I’m the one who makes the best of you.
‘Cos I’m a funny girl, I’m a hopeless girl,
I used to be such a popular girl,
Now I’m a helpless girl, should be a carefree girl,
But I’m back to where I started.
At the back of my mind,
Between the good and the bad,
I have a dreadful dream,
We’ll be torn apart.
At the back of my mind,
Between the good and the bad,
I have a dreadful dream,
We’ll be torn apart.
So don’t turn away when I aim to please,
Don’t show you’ve no sensitivity,
Just force yourself to fall into my arms,
Look at it as gravity.
‘Cos I’m a funny girl, I’m a hopeless girl,
I used to be such a popular girl,
Now I’m a helpless girl, should be a carefree girl,
But I’m back to where I started.
At the back of my mind,
Between the good and the bad,
I have a dreadful dream,
We’ll be torn apart….
Sha la la la la
So popular
Bring me a bouquet.
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19. |
Round the Twist
03:33
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ROUND THE TWIST Lyrics Gay Woods
Baby, you’re going round the twist,
You’re acting very strange.
Baby you’re going round the bend,
I think you’re going mad.
I don’t know what you’re saying,
I can’t understand a word.
Don’t tell me now you’re praying,
That’s just another scourge.
Why don’t you just buy a red guitar
And plug the damn thing in.
Get over your frustration
In a burnt sienna din.
I don’t know what you’re saying,
I can’t understand a word.
Don’t tell me now you’re praying,
That’s just another scourge.
You look a wreck, you look a mess,
You look a fright, you’re all mixed up.
You look a wreck, you look a mess,
You look a fright, you’re all mixed up.
You are all mixed up.
Baby, you’re going round the twist,
You’re acting very strange.
Baby you’re going round the bend,
I think you’re going mad.
I don’t know what you’re saying,
I can’t understand a word.
Don’t tell me now you’re praying,
That’s just another scourge.
You look a wreck, you look a mess,
You look a fright, you’re all mixed up.
You look a wreck, you look a mess
You look a fright, you’re all mixed up.
You are all mixed up.
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20. |
Good for Nothing
04:02
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GOOD FOR NOTHING Lyrics Gay Woods
Today I’m good for nothing
I miss him
I feel this adventure is incomplete.
I’m so concerned about being just myself again,
O to have him, O to have him, test my strength.
O to have him, O to have him, test my strength.
But now I’m just surmising,
I miss him,
I can understand to react this way.
I’m so afraid of never being loved again.
O to have him, O to have him, all to myself.
O to have him, O to have him, all to myself.
Wish I could read (Wish I could read)
Wish I could read your mind (Wish I could read your mind)
Wish I could speak -Wish I could speak your thoughts.
Wish I could speak your thoughts.
Tonight I love you only,
I miss you,
Hope we will exist just like before,
I’m so afraid of what the future years can do,
O to have them, O to have them over again.
O to have them, O to have them over again.
Wish I could read (Wish I could read)
Wish I could read your mind (Wish I could read your mind)
Wish I could speak -Wish I could speak your thoughts.
Wish I could speak your thoughts.
‘Cos I’m good for nothing…..
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21. |
Blood into Life
04:29
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BLOOD INTO LIFE Lyrics Gay Woods
On wings of birds, on feet of words,
He was born alone, he was born alone.
His nights flew by like black insects,
It was meant that way, it was meant that way.
On a windswept skyline with scars on her face,
She also was born alone, she was born alone.
Deep freeze ice whispered her name,
They fell, they fell, they fell….
Its water into blood,
Blood into life,
Its water into blood,
Blood into life,
So sleep my pretty one,
My angel of the night,
There is no Shady Deal-
All is at peace, beneath the moon
In this cosy, darkened room.
Lines on a mirror, there’s a crisis at night,
They teach the rite, they teach the rite.
Creased and lined, to have and to hold,
It’s young for old, young for old.
Its water into blood,
Blood into life,
Its water into blood,
Blood into life,
So sleep my pretty one,
My angel of the night,
There is no shady deal-Look!
All is at peace, beneath the moon
In this cosy, darkened room.
Nobody is watching you, nobody is watching you….
Everyone is watching you, everyone is watching you….
There are no devils inside,
No devils inside, no devils, no devils…..
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22. |
Friday
02:34
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FRIDAY Lyrics Gay Woods
I go down on Friday
And watch back-dated videos
Of success stories from top of the pops,
I go inside, paint my face-
Darken in the shadows round my eyes,
Then I go on stage,
Make my song-dreams come true,
That’s Friday, every Friday.
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23. |
Wrong Number
02:44
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WRONG NUMBER Lyrics Gay Woods
While you’re far away
The telephone drops dead.
The only time it comes to life
Is when a man calls me called Ted.
I tell him to get off the line
Can’t he see he’s wasting time
But he keeps it up, up and up
Until I say- WRONG NUMBER, WRONG NUMBER!
Home is home is a catacomb
Nobody comes to call.
No letters, cards or even bills
Nothing, no nothing at all.
I wonder if the kiss of life
Would bring this ‘phone to speak tonight
When I pick it up, up and up
I have to say- WRONG NUMBER, WRONG NUMBER!
I always pick and chose
The friends I want to keep or lose.
I use my number like a P.I.N.
It’s between me and the wall.
My private life is a private shell
Could this ‘phone be ringing from hell
(‘cos) when I pick it up, up and up
I have to say- WRONG NUMBER, WRONG NUMBER!
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24. |
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Lyrics Cooke and Greenaway c and p Dick James Music
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25. |
Credo Credo
04:37
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CREDO CREDO Lyrics Gay Woods
When they lost the seed it was the end,
The bad rulers brought shame to the land.
We coloured our blonde hair pink
To hide the stink from the overthrown.
Telephone calls were silenced
By a chord of E minor
A strange sensation
Came on him when they put the glass
To his lips, to his lips.
The green dog came forth
Spoke to us from a TV screen
Intense programming-
Promises made for the rest of the century, the century.
CREDO CREDO CREDO CREDO
CREDO CREDO CREDO CREDO
CREDO CREDO CREDO CREDO
CREDO CREDO CREDO CREDO
Then the towns were struck with fear,
A crime wave became a crime war,
Revolution took to the streets
We’d burn the meat from the foreign masters.
Tenement halls were tumbled
By a new style of plan
A black desolation
Struck the sign of the security man, security man.
From this dream flowed a river
Sweat from the sun, the son-of-progress
Our European cousins
All plugged in
To a media heaven, a media heaven.
CREDO CREDO CREDO CREDO
CREDO CREDO CREDO CREDO
CREDO CREDO CREDO CREDO
CREDO CREDO CREDO CREDO
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26. |
Man of Mine (1985)
03:44
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MAN OF MINE Lyrics Gay Woods
O I am so in love with you man of mine,
O I am so in love with you man of mine.
Don’t let this heart turn to stone
When you see me say I’ll never have a child of my own,
Man of mine, man of mine.
This love is so heavy,
Why do I feel so light,
This love is heavenly,
It grows deepest on the night,
Deepest on the night.
O I am so in love with you man of mine,
O I am so in love with you man of mine.
Can we survive without this wedding thing
We both know we wouldn’t wear that little gold ring.
Man of mine, man of mine.
This love is so heavy,
Why do I feel so light,
This love is heavenly,
It grows deepest on the night,
Deepest on the night.
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27. |
Bad Experience (1985)
03:30
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BAD EXPERIENCE Lyrics Gay Woods
LIES LIES LIES….
It still haunts me
It still lives within,
That bad time, that bad experience,
I wish I could find someone somewhere
To wash that time.
They were bad people with sweetened faces,
Looked at honesty like crime,
Who could believe such straight expression
Could hide such crooked smiles.
They were hard workers,
Worked on confidence-
No time to lose on love;
Chain on their door, lights blazed through the night,
Who were they frightened for?
It still haunts me
It still lives within,
That bad time, that bad experience,
I wish I could find someone somewhere
To wash that time.
They lived in hope of a heaven when they died,
Here they created a hell,
My blood ran cold while their television noise
Drowned the lies, lies, lies, lies…
I pray their spirits will leave me alone
Leave me an empty space,
When I lie down……
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28. |
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ALL IS YELLOW, (HOT, HOT, HOT!) Lyrics Gay Woods
Evening sun burned the backs of my legs,
All is yellow hot, hot, hot.
I thought this must be bliss,
Could I always feel like this?
Beaches crowded, breasts are bare,
Overnight sand still in my hair.
Sunburn turning golden brown,
Nothing to do in this seaside town.
Run to the sun,
Run to the sea,
Run to the sun,
Run to the one, the one you love….
Sun overlaps like a big fried egg
Ice cream man has an ice cream leg
It’s the summer season of peekaboo
Lets all do what tourists do
Run to the sun,
Run to the sea,
Run to the sun,
Run to the one, the one you love….
Evening sun burned the backs of my legs,
All is yellow hot, hot, hot.
I thought this must be bliss,
I hope I always feel like this!
Holy Moses! Free heat from up above!
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29. |
Friendship
04:29
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FRIENDSHIP Lyrics Gay Woods
My old friends have no old friends
Have no friends of old new friends
So lets be friends
That’s what friends are full of
Friendship.
Don’t go talking behind my back-
Don’t go talking behind my back-
Don’t go talking behind my back-
When I’m not there- to defend myself-
When I’m not there- to defend myself
No oh no
No oh no.
It’s backbite It’s backbite
It’s a backbite It’s a backbite
Its like a backstab, like a backstab.
My old friends- they have no old friends.
Let’s be friends let’s be friends.
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30. |
System Strikes Back
02:49
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THE SYSTEM STRIKES BACK Lyrics Gay Woods
If you go it alone, want to be left alone,
If you’re stayin alive by using your brain,
Don’t see me as a cynic or we won’t see it,
We’ve just come a little further for big brother.
The system strikes back,
The system strikes back,
The system strikes back,
The system strikes back.
If you move in the shadow of a singular cell,
If you break a little rule or a ritual,
Someone will come and find you no matter where you are,
‘cos you need a name and number for big brother.
The system strikes back,
The system strikes back,
The system strikes back,
The system strikes back.
I don’t wanna do no daily pose,
Hangin’ around in someone else’s clothes,
I don’t wanna do no daily pose,
I want to do what’s mine, want to do what’s mine mine,
I want to do what’s mine, want to do what’s mine mine,
Is it truth, is it sham, is it not worth a damn?
Is it man’s ingratitude to man/woman?
I don’t care anymore, it’s my turn to learn,
But I still keep my eyes on the eyes of big sister!
The system strikes back,
The system strikes back,
The system strikes back,
The system strikes back.
I don’t wanna do no daily pose,
Hangin’ around in factory clothes,
I don’t wanna do no daily pose,
I want to do what’s mine, want to do what’s mine mine,
I want to do what’s mine, want to do what’s mine mine,
They can keep their factories,
They can keep their churches,
They can keep their offices etc etc.
SYSTEM STRIKES!
SYSTEM STRIKES!
SYSTEM STRIKES!
SYSTEM STRIKES!
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31. |
Sensitive Eyes
02:48
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SENSITIVE EYES Lyrics Gay Woods
You know you have sensitive eyes,
Now isn’t it fun to criticize,
You’ve got a dark smudge on your cheek,
Now what have you been up to this week?
I’m living with the privileged class,
I listen to classics listen to Crass,
Listen to the rich man’s son,
Ah would it be fun to get at the money, money?
Look across the river,
See what became of the north side city,
They say they used to keep in touch
Now they don’t go out that much.
Father at the factory,
That wasn’t good enough for me,
Singing party clichés,
Looking at others fall to pieces.
If you look for expression,
Look for a way to spit it out,
If you look for somewhere to go,
You can get outside of the way they made you.
Father at the factory,
That wasn’t good enough for me,
Singing party clichés,
Looking at others fall to pieces.
Daddy at the factory,
That wasn’t good enough for me,
Mummy at the factory,
That wasn’t good enough for me,
Singing party clichés,
Looking at others fall to pieces.
Pieces, pieces, pieces.
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32. |
Traitor
03:03
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TRAITOR Lyrics Gay Woods
You traitor to our love babe,
You sold out to the other side.
Left me standing in the cold
You traitor to our love babe.
How could I have known you
Were playing with the love.
Listening for the heartbeat
Synthesised warnings.
Could this be treason?
Did you tell about our secrets?
Did you tell about our secrets?
O tell me please- are you guilty?
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Trevor Knight Dublin, Ireland
Trevor Knight is a composer who specializes in multi-disciplinary and collaborative
work.
Keyboard player in 1970’s with Irish bands Naima and Metropolis. In 1980 in Holland, he formed Auto da Fé with singer Gay Woods recording three albums and toured Ireland/ UK extensively.
He has recorded and performed with artists such as Paul Brady, Philip Lynott, Mary Coughlan, Roger Doyle and Donovan.
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