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Guess this world
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All songs composed
by Paddy McAloon
Design by Stephen Male, Photos by Nick Knight
Produced by Thomas Dolby, Jon Kelly, Andy Richards and Paddy McAloon.
All my lazy teenage boasts are now high precision ghosts
And they're coming round the track to haunt me.
When she looks at me and laughs I remind her of the facts
I'm the king of rock'n roll completely
Up from suede shoes to my baby blues
Hot dog, jumping frog, Albuquerque
Hot dog, jumping frog, Albuquerque
The dream helps you forget you ain't never danced a step
You were never fleet of foot, hippy.
All the pathos you can keep for the children in the street
For the vision I have had is sweeping
- New broom, this room, sweep it clean
Hot dog, jumping frog, Albuquerque
Hot dog, jumping frog, Albuquerque
High kickin' dandy, fine figure fine cut a fine figure fine oh yeah ;
Long legged candy, fine figure fine cut a fine figure fine oh yeah ;
Now my rhythm ain't so hot, but it's the only friend I've got
I'm the king of rock'n roll completely
All the pretty birds have flown now I'm dancing on my own
I'm the king of rock'n roll completely
- Up from, suede shoes to my baby blues
Hot dog, jumping frog, Albuquerque
Hot dog, jumping frog, Albuquerque
High kickin' dandy, fine figure fine cut a fine figure fine oh yeah ;
Long legged candy, fine figure fine cut a fine figure fine oh yeah ;
Hot dog, jumping frog, Albuquerque
Hot dog, jumping frog, Albuquerque
| Cars And Girls |
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Brucie dreams life's a highway too many roads bypass my way
Or they never begin. Innocence coming to grief
At the hands of life - Stinkin' car thief, that's my concept of sin
Does heaven wait all heavenly over the next horizon ?
But look at us now, quit driving, some things hurt more
much more than cars and girls.
Just look at us now, start counting, what adds up
the way it did when we were young ?
Look at us now, quit driving, some things hurt
much more than cars and girls.
Life's a drive through a dust bowl, what's it do, do to a young soul
We are deeply concerned, someone stops for directions,
Something responds deep in our engines, we have all been burned
Will heaven wait all heavenly over the next horizon ?
But look at us now, quit driving, some things hurt more
much more than cars and girls.
Just look at us now, start counting, what adds up
the way it did when we were young ?
Look at us now, quit driving, some things hurt
much more than cars and girls.
Little boy got a hot rod, thinks it makes him some kind of new God
Well this is one race he won't win,
'Cos life's no cruise with a cool chick
Too many folks feelin' car sick, but it never pulls in.
Brucie's thoughts - Pretty streamers
- Guess this world needs its dreamers may they never wake up.
But look at us now, quit driving, some things hurt more
much more than cars and girls.
Just look at us now, start counting, what adds up
the way it did when we were young ?
Look at us now, quit driving, some things hurt
much more than cars and girls.
But look at us now, quit driving, some things hurt more
much more than cars and girls.
Just look at us now, start counting, what adds up
the way it did when we were young ?
Look at us now, quit driving, some things hurt
much more than cars and girls.
| I Remember That |
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Nothing sounds as good as I Remember That
Like a bolt out from the blue, did you feel it too ?
- I remember that
Name me one little thing, you'll be wanting to keep
As you give up the ghost as you sink into sleep
Maybe her face in the morning, maybe his in the evening
Maybe words never spoken, aren't they the ones worth hearin' ?
Say I remember that
Nothing sounds as good as I Remember That
Like a bolt out from the blue, did you feel it too ?
- I remember that
Nothing sounds as good as I Remember That
Like a bolt out from the blue, did you feel it too ?
- I remember that
'Cos that's all we can have, yes it's all we can trust
It's a hell of a ride but a journey to dust
And there's nothing pathetic listing clothes she'd wear
If it proves that I had you, if it proves I was there
Say I remember that
Nothing sounds as good as I Remember That
Like a bolt out from the blue, did you feel it too ?
- I remember that
Nothing sounds as good as I Remember That
Like a bolt out from the blue, did you feel it too ?
- I remember that
Did you feel it too ?... I remember that
Did you feel it too ?... I remember that...
(Chorus Adlib)
| Enchanted |
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I've been asking what is new, like my streetwise buddy do
Body talk seems big with him, so it's conversations in the gym
Ooh enchanted ooh enchanted
Pray Forsooth and I Adore ain't the ticket anymore
So how'd you recognise a king ? You ask yourself can that cat swing
It's time to learn tiger stretch tiger burn
Ooh enchanted
And the calendar pages blew
Like the Montagues, like the Capulet crew
Ooh enchanted
We're addicted to friction too
Comin' down the years, plain enchantment
That's the glue that binds and bonds
The dying to the new, plain enchantment
Ain't no purple rain quite like it
Here's something to dwell upon
Now we're living next we're gone,
so if you've love please pass it on
'Cos it's a disbelieving world, but sensitive as any girl
It's time to learn tiger stretch tiger burn
Ooh enchanted
And the calendar pages blew
Like the Montagues, like the Capulet crew
Ooh enchanted
We're addicted to friction too
It's time to learn tiger stretch tiger burn
Ooh enchanted
And the calendar pages blew
Like the Montagues, like the Capulet crew
Ooh enchanted
We're addicted to friction too
Ooh enchanted now we're living !
| Nightingales |
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Tell me do, something true, true of you and me
That we're too busy living through, too busy to see.
What is it that we do makes us what we are
If we sing are we nightingales, shine are we stars ?
Who are we ? What we got ? Are we a firework show ?
Growing pale like a star that burnt out years ago
Stranger things have been, stranger things have gone,
I find it hard right now to name you one
Tell me do something true and drop the fairytales.
If singin' birds must sing, with no question of choice
Then livin' is our song, indeed our voice
Best agree you and me we're probably nightingales
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Who are we ? What we got ? Are we a firework show ?
Growing pale like a star that burnt out years ago
Stranger things have been, stranger things have gone,
I find it hard right now to name you one
Tell me do something true and drop the fairytales.
If singin' birds must sing, with no question of choice
Then livin' is our song, indeed our voice
Best agree you and me we're probably nightingales
God's a proud thundercloud we are cartoon cats
With a fear that is biblical under our hats
Who are we ? What we got ? Are we a firework show ?
Growing pale like a star that burnt out years ago
Stranger things have been, stranger things have gone,
I find it hard right now to name you one
Tell me do something true and drop the fairytales.
If singin' birds must sing, with no question of choice
Then livin' is our song, indeed our voice
Best agree you and me we're probably nightingales
| Hey Manhattan ! |
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Guess what ! Summer's arrived I feel the world's on my side
The Brooklyn Bridge stretches below me
A billion souls all dying to know me
Well here I am ! Loaded with promise
And knee deep in grace
What I want is here on my face and
I feel like I own the whole damn place
Hey Manhattan ! Here I am ! Call me star-struck Uncle Sam.
Strolling Fifth Avenue
- Just to think Sinatra's been here too
These myths we can't undo they lie in wait for you
We live them till they're true,
Manhattan doobie doo. Hey Manhattan doobie doo.
Someday's you've got to get outside - Look there's The Carlyle
That's the place where Kennedy stayed,
And where were you when he died ?
(Yeah some things are slow to fade.)
There they were - Loaded with promise
Knee deep in fate - When what you want shows on your face
All that's left litters the whole damn place
Hey Manhattan ! Here I am ! Call it bad luck Uncle Sam.
Scrounging Fifth Avenue
- Just to think the poor could live here too
But what are they to do ? These myths belong to you,
We live them till they're true,
Manhattan doobie doo. Hey Manhattan doobie doo
| Knock On Wood |
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They didn't need a driver
They walked a thousand miles
He left her on the roadside
He thumbed himself a ride
He swore he'd never leave her, he meant it till he did
He swore he'd never leave her, he meant it till he did
Before you say you're lucky, before you say he's good
Knock on wood
Broke you promise, broke your word
He's climbing up a ladder
Heaven had begun
He's found another angel
She'll take him down a rung or two
She swears she'll never leave him, she means it but she will
She swears she'll never leave him, she means it but she will
Before you say you're lucky, before you say she's good
Knock on wood
She swears she'll never leave him, she means it but she will
She swears she'll never leave him, she means it but she will
Before you say you're lucky, before you say she's good
Knock on wood
Broke your promise - Knock on wood
Broke your word - Knock on wood
| Golden Calf |
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Once upon a time I stalked the streets on raining evenings
When the distant sea blended with the sky
Past Coliseum's filled with brass on pavements carved from toasted glass
I carried in my heart a word or two
You dashing horseman all gone away
Left you a stable bill to pay
And now the golden calf has turned to clay
All my feelings dressed in gloves
Couldn't touch your windswept harbour love
White and open-necked you would still play
I'd resort to sleepwalking to catch the mood that fills the sails
With harvest nets and tides don't ever bring
But every night was Halloween, and every friend fell in between
And how capricious nature ruled my mind
You dashing horseman all gone away
Left you a stable bill to pay
And now the golden calf has turned to clay
All my feelings dressed in gloves
Couldn't touch your windswept harbour love
White and open-necked you would still play
Once upon a time I stalked the streets on raining evenings
When the distant sea blended with the sky
Past Coliseum's filled with brass on pavements carved from toasted glass
I carried in my heart a word or two
But you would always make me see today
You dashing horseman all gone away
Left you a stable bill to pay
And now the golden calf has turned to clay
All my feelings dressed in gloves
Couldn't touch your windswept harbour love
White and open-necked you would still play
I sound so different these days, I barely can believe I'm here
If I didn't know better, I would swear I was someone else
Lord I can't believe, I don't believe I'm me
But who on earth could I be ?
You dashing horseman all gone away
Left you a stable bill to pay
And now the golden calf has turned to clay
All my feelings dressed in gloves
Couldn't touch your windswept harbour love
White and open-necked you would still play
| Nancy (Let Your Hair Down For Me) |
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Weekday mornings find me moody
I kiss my wife goodbye,
I drive the boss to work each day.
At the office, no one's watching
Can I catch her eye ?
The hours squeeze by, the boss works late
Still I'll always wait and drive her home with me and say...
Nancy let your hair down for me
Nancy leave the office behind, then
Nancy let that fall off your shoulders
I'll be your husband once again
Nancy
Nancy I don't mind I'm happy working overtime
Nancy let your hair down for me
Nancy leave the office behind, then
Nancy let that fall off your shoulders
I'll be your husband once again
Nancy let your hair down for me
Nancy leave the office behind, then
Nancy let that fall off your shoulders
I'll be your husband once again
| The Venus Of The Soup Chicken |
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The Venus of the soup kitchen is waiting there for me
And all us poor cripples who've been in the wars
End up sleeping on her floor...
Woah !
When you're scared of down and out
You keep it to yourself and if anyone suspects
You say : Who me ? Hardly !
You tell him Thank your stars, this isn't Derby day
'Cos it's clear you've got the gift for backing the wrong horse, Charlie.
Woah !
When you're scared of down and out
You camouflage your fear with a fakin' D.J. smile
And maybe some boogie dancin'
But there's no need to be proud
Hey if something's hurtin' you
Could be it hurts your brothers too
From Langley Park to Memphis
Last night, last night I dreamed I dared to raise my head
The Venus of the soup kitchen stood over me
Singin' : Sometimes the job gets you down
You're ashamed that the word will get round
Well all you poor cripples who've been in the wars
End up sleeping on my floor.
Woah !
Now some will spin you yarns to keep you quiet for a while
But you know that's not my style, who needs fancy footwork ?
'Cos none of it adds up, no it doesn't weigh a thing
And it doesn't buy you beer, from Langley Park to Memphis
Last night, last night I dreamed I dared to raise my head
The Venus of the soup kitchen stood over me
Singin' : Here you are, and I won't tell you've no one else but me
Every night I know you'll be here staring hungrily
Well here you are, no I won't tell 'cos everyone I know
Wanders down here every night they've nowhere else to go.
The Venus of the soup kitchen is standing there over me
Every night I'm gonna be here staring hungrily
The Venus of the soup kitchen is waiting there for me
And all us poor cripples who've been in the wars
End up sleeping on her floor
