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                               Angel Of Mercy
                               Brothers In Armss
                               Calling Elvis
                               Communique
                               Down To The Waterline
                               Expresso Love
                               Fade To Black
                               Follow Me Home
                               Hand In Hand
                               Heavy Fuel
                               How Long
                               Industrial Disease
                               In The Gallery
                               Iron Hand
                               It Never Rains
                               Lady Writer
                               Les Boys
                               Lions
                               Love Over Gold
                               Money For Nothing
                               My Parties
                               News
                               Once Upon A Time In The West
                               On Every Street
                               One World
                               Portobello Belle
                               Private Investigations
                               Ride Across The River
                               Romeo And Juliet
                               Setting Me Up
                               Single Handed Sailor
                               Six Blade Knife
                               Skateaway
                               So Far Away
                               Solid Rock
                               Southbound Again
                               Sultans Of Swing
                               Telegraph Road
                               The Bug
                               The Man's Too Strong
                               The Planet Of New Orleans
                               Ticket To Heaven
                               Tunnel Of Love
                               Walk Of Life
                               Water Of Love
                               When It Comes To You
                               Where Do Dou Think You're Going?
                               Why Worry
                               Wild West End
                               You And Your Friend
                               Your Latest Trick





















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              Down To The Waterline


                   Sweet surrender on the quayside
                   You remember we used to run and hide
                   In the shadow of the cargoes I take you one at a time
                   And we're counting all the numbers down to the waterline
                   
                   Near misses on the dogleap stairways
                   French kisses in the darkened doorways
                   A foghorn blowing out wild and cold
                   A policeman shines a light upon my shoulder
                   
                   Up comes a coaster fast and silent in the night
                   Over my shoulder all you can see are the pilot lights
                   No money in our jackets and our jeans are torn
                   Your hands are cold but your lips are warm
                   
                   She can see him on the jetty where they used to go
                   She can feel him in the places where the sailors go
                   When she's walking by the river and the railway line
                   She can still hear him whisper
                   Let's go down to the waterline

                   "Dire Straits" - 1978




                                                          
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              Water Of Love


                   High and dry in the long hot day
                   Lost and lonely in every way
                   Got the flats all around me sky up above
                   I need a little water of love
                   
                   I've been too long lonely and my heart feels pain
                   Crying out for some soothing rain
                   I believe I have taken enough
                   I need a little water of love
                   
                   Water of love deep in the ground
                   No water here to be found
                   Some day baby when the river runs free
                   It'll carry that water of love to me
                   
                   There's a bird up in a tree sitting up high
                   Waiting for me to die
                   If I don't get some water soon
                   I'll be dead and gone in the afternoon
                   
                   Once I had a woman I could call my own
                   Once I had a woman now my woman is gone
                   Once there was a river now there's a stone
                   You know it's evil when you're living alone

                   "Dire Straits" - 1978





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              Setting Me Up


                   You say I'm the greatest bound for glory
                   Well the word is out and I learned
                   I got the latest side of the story
                   You're pulling out before you get burned
                   
                   Well your hands are squeezing me down to the bone
                   I never saw you breaking no law
                   Stands to reason I've got to leave you alone
                   What you take me for
                   
                   You're setting me up to put me down
                   You're making me out to be your clown
                   You're just setting me up to put me down
                   You better give it up
                   Quit your messing around
                   
                   You think I care about your reaction
                   You think I don't understand
                   All you wanted was a piece of the action
                   Now you talk about another man

                   "Dire Straits" - 1978





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              Six Blade Knife


                   Your six blade knife can do anything for you
                   Anything you want it to
                   One blade for breaking my heart
                   One blade for tearing me apart
                   Your six blade knife - do anything for you
                   
                   You can take away my mind like you take away the top of a tin
                   When you come up from behind and lay it down cold on my skin
                   Took a stone from my soul when I was lame
                   Just so you could make me tame
                   You take away my mind like you take away the top of a tin
                   
                   I'd like to be free of it now - I don't want it no more
                   I'd like to be free of it now - you know I don't want it no more
                   
                   Everybody got a knife it can be just what they want it to be
                   A needle a wife or something that you just can't see
                   
                   You know it keeps you strong
                   Yes and it'll do me wrong
                   Your six blade knife - do anything for you

                   "Dire Straits" - 1978





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              Southbound Again


                   Southbound again I don't know if I'm going or leaving home
                   Boy got to be moving
                   Seems like the boy is bound to roam
                   
                   Southbound again got no money I've got no place to go
                   That woman's with her lover boy
                   Never want to see her face no more
                   
                   Every single time I roll across the rolling River Tyne
                   I get the same old feeling
                   Every time I'm moving down the line
                   
                   Southbound again last night I felt like crying
                   Right now I'm sick of living
                   But I'm going to keep on trying

                   "Dire Straits" - 1978





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              Sultans Of Swing


                   You get a shiver in the dark
                   It's been raining in the park but meantime
                   South of the river you stop and you hold everything
                   A band is blowing Dixie double four time
                   You feel all right when you hear that music ring
                   
                   You step inside but you don't see too many faces
                   Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
                   Too much competition too many other places
                   But not too many horns can make that sound
                   Way on downsouth way on downsouth London town
                   
                   You check out Guitar George he knows all the chords
                   Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
                   And an old guitar is all he can afford
                   When he gets up under the lights to play his thing
                   
                   And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
                   He's got a daytime job he's doing alright
                   He can play honky tonk just like anything
                   Saving it up for Friday night
                   With the Sultans with the Sultans of Swing
                   
                   Amd a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
                   Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
                   They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
                   It ain't what they call rock and roll
                   And the Sultans played Creole
                   
                   And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
                   And says at last just as the time bell rings
                   'Thank you goodnight now it's time to go home'
                   and he makes it fast with one more thing
                   'We are the Sultans of Swing'

                   "Dire Straits" - 1978





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              In The Gallery


                   Harry made a bareback rider proud and free upon a horse
                   And a fine coalminer for the NCB that was
                   A fallen angel and Jesus on the cross
                   A skating ballerina you should have seen her do the skater's waltz
                   
                   Some people have got to paint and draw
                   Harry had to work in clay and stone
                   Like the waves coming to the shore
                   It was in his blood and in his bones
                   Ignored by all the trendy boys in London and in Leeds
                   He might as well have been making toys or strings of beads
                   He could not be in the gallery
                   
                   And then you get an artist says he doesn't want to paint at all
                   He takes an empty canvas and sticks it on the wall
                   The birds of a feather all the phonies and all of the fakes
                   While the dealers they get together
                   And they decide who gets the breaks
                   And who's going to be in the gallery
                   
                   No lies he wouldn't compromise
                   No junk no bits of string
                   And all the lies we subsidise
                   That just don't mean a thing
                   I've got to say he passed away in obscurity
                   And now all the vultures are coming down from the tree
                   So he's going to be in the gallery

                   "Dire Straits" - 1978





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              Wild West End


                   Stepping out to Angellucci's for my coffee beans
                   Checking out the movies and the magazines
                   Waitress she watches me crossing from the Barocco Bar
                   I'm getting a pickup for my steel guitar
                   I saw you walking out Shaftesbury Avenue
                   Excuse me for talking I wanna marry you
                   This is the seventh heaven street to me
                   Don't be so proud
                   You're just another angel in the crowd
                   And I'm walking in he wild west end
                   Walking with your wild best friend
                   
                   And my conductress on the number nineteen
                   She was a honey
                   Pink toenails and hands all dirty with money
                   Greasy hair easy smile
                   Made me feel nineteen for a while
                   Amd wI went down to Chinatown
                   In the backroom it's a man's world
                   All the money go down
                   Duck inside the doorway gotta duck to eat
                   Right now feels alright now
                   You and me we can't beat
                   
                   And a gogo dancing girl yes I saw her
                   The deejay he say here's Mandy for ya
                   I feel alright to see her
                   But she's paid to do that stuff
                   She's dancing high I move on by
                   The close ups can get rough
                   When you're walking in the wild west end

                   "Dire Straits" - 1978





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              Lions


                   Red sun go down way over dirty town
                   Starling are sweeping around crazy shoals
                   A girl is there high heeling across the square
                   Wind blows around in her hair and the flags upon the poles
                   Waiting in the crowd to cross at the light
                   She looks around to find a face she can like.
                   
                   Church bell clinging on trying to get a crowd for Evensong
                   Nobody cares to depend upon the chime it plays
                   They're all in the station praying for trains
                   Cogregations late again
                   It's getting darker all the time these flagpole days
                   Drunk old soldier he gives her a fright
                   He's crazy lion howling for a fight.
                   
                   Strap hanging gunshot sound
                   Doors slamming on the overground
                   Starlings are tough but the lions are made of stone
                   Her evening paper is horror torn
                   But there's hope later for Capricorns
                   Her lucky stars give her just enough to get home
                   Then she's reading about a swing to the right
                   But she's thinking about a stranger in the night
                   I'm thinking about the lions tonight
                   What happened to the lions.

                   "Dire Straits" - 1978





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              Once Upon A Time In The West


                   Some people get a cheap laugh breaking up the speed limit
                   Scaring the pedestrians for a minute
                   Crossing up progress driving on the grass
                   Leaving just enough for room to pass
                   Sunday driver never took a test
                   Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west
                   
                   Yes, it's no use saying that you don't know nothing
                   It's still gonna get you if don't do something
                   Sitting on a fence that's a dangerous course
                   Oh, you could even catch a bullet from the peace-keeping force
                   Even the hero gets a bullet in the chest
                   Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west
                   
                   Mother Mary your children are slaughtered 
                   Some of you mothers ought to lock up your daughters
                   Who's protecting the innocenti
                   Heap big trouble in the land of plenty
                   Tell me how we're gonna do what's best
                   You guess once upon a time in the west
                   
                   Once upon a time in the west...

                   "Communique" - 1979





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              News


                   He sticks to his guns
                   He take the road as it comes
                   It take the shine off his shoes
                   He says it's a shame
                   You know it may be a game
                   Ah, but I won't play to lose
                   
                   He's burning the grass
                   He take up a glass
                   He swallow it neat
                   He crosses the floor
                   He open the door
                   He take a sniff of the street
                   
                   And she tell him that he's crazy
                   She's a-saying listen baby
                   I'm your wife
                   She tell him that he's crazy
                   For gambling a-with his life
                   
                   But he climbs on his horse
                   You know he feel no remorse
                   He just kicks it alive
                   His motor is fine
                   He take it over the line
                   Until he's ready to dive
                   
                   And she tell him that he's crazy
                   Yes she's saying listen baby
                   I'm your wife
                   Yeah She tell him that he's crazy
                   For gambling with his life
                   
                   He sticks to his guns
                   He take the road as it comes
                   It take the shine off his shoes
                   He says it's a shame
                   You know it may be a game
                   Ah but I won't play to lose
                   
                   He sticks to his guns
                   He take the road as it comes
                   It take the shine off his shoes
                   He's too fast to stop
                   He take it over the top
                   He make a line in the news

                   "Communique" - 1979





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              Where Do You Think You're Going?


                   Where do you think you're going
                   Don't you know it's dark outside
                   Where do you think you're going
                   Don't you care about my pride
                   Where do you think you're going
                   I think you don't know
                   You got no way of knowing
                   You got no place to go
                   
                   I understand your changes
                   How long before you reach the door
                   I know where you think you're going
                   I know what you came here for
                   And now I'm sick of joking
                   You know I like you to be free
                   Where do you think you're going
                   I think you'd better go with me, girl
                   
                   You say there is no reason
                   But you still find cause to doubt me
                   When you ain't with me girl
                   You're gonna be without me
                   
                   Where do you think you're going
                   Don't you know it's dark outside
                   Where do you think you're going
                   Don't you care about my pride
                   And now I'm sick of joking
                   You know I like you to be free
                   Where do you think you're going
                   I think you'd better go with me, girl

                   "Communique" - 1979





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              Communique


                   They wanna get a statement for Jesus' sake
                   It's like a talking to the wall
                   He's incommunicado no comment to make
                   He's saying nothing at all
                   
                   But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean
                   Think what he say 
                   Say what he means
                   Maybe on Monday he got something to say
                   
                   Communication
                   Communique
                   Communique
                   
                   Maybe he could talk about the tricks of the trade
                   Maybe he could talk about himself
                   Maybe he could talk about the money that he made
                   Maybe he'd be saying something else
                   
                   But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean
                   Think what he say, 
                   Say what he means
                   Maybe on Monday he got something to say
                   
                   Communication
                   Communique
                   Communique
                   
                   And now the rumors are flying
                   Speculation rising
                   Say that he's been trying someone else's wife
                   Somebody at the airport
                   Somebody on the phone
                   Says he's at the station and he's coming on the noon
                   Then we get the story a serious breeze
                   And a photograph taken in the hall
                   You don't have to worry with the previous release
                   Right now, he's saying nothing at all
                   But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean
                   Think what he say 
                   Say what he means
                   Maybe on Monday he got something to say
                   
                   Communication
                   Communique
                   Communique

                   "Communique" - 1979





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              Lady Writer


                   Lady writer on the TV
                   Talk about the Virgin Mary
                   Reminded me of you
                   Expectation left to come up to yeah
                   
                   Lady writer on the TV
                   She had another quality
                   The way you used to look
                   And I know you never read a book
                   
                   Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
                   And I recall my fall from grace
                   Another time, another place
                   
                   Lady writer on the TV
                   She had all the brains and the beauty
                   The pictures does not fit
                   You'd talk to me when you felt like it
                   
                   Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
                   And I recall my fall from grace
                   Another time another place
                   
                   Yes and your rich old man,
                   You know he'd a call her a dead ringer
                   You got the same command
                   Plus your mother was a Jazz singer
                   
                   Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
                   And I recall my fall from grace
                   Another time another place
                   
                   Lady writer on the TV
                   She knew all about a history
                   You couldn't hardly write your name
                   I think I want it just the same as the ...
                   
                   Lady writer on the TV
                   Talking about the Virgin Mary
                   You know I'm talking about you and me
                   And the lady writer on the TV
                   Talking about the Virgin Mary
                   Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me
                   And the lady writer on the TV

                   "Communique" - 1979





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              Angel Of Mercy


                   Well there's a Peter Pan moon shepherd's delight
                   I got to dragon at noon, yes and I won the fight
                   Now I want my reward in heaven tonight, just like you promised
                   Angel of Mercy, you'll come to no harm
                   Angel of Mercy, there's no need for alarm
                   The knight in his armor wants a night in your arms
                   You know he's honest
                   
                   Angel of Mercy, angel delight, give me my reward in heaven tonight
                   And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right
                   Sweet angel
                   
                   Well now it's too late for talking we can talk later on
                   Let the saxophone play us till the chorus of dawn
                   And all I need is a little oblivion, you don't need protection
                   Well now here come the moonlight down on your bed
                   Angel of mercy let your heart rule your head
                   I don't want your money, I want you instead
                   Don't need rejection yeah
                   
                   Angel of Mercy, angel delight, give me my reward in heaven tonight
                   And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right
                   Angel of Mercy give me heaven tonight
                   Well if you cross your heart 
                   And spit and swear upon the grave of your mother
                   You got to get into it, you gotta tell me that I'm more than a lover
                   
                   Yeah Angel of Mercy angel delight
                   Give me my reward in heaven tonight
                   And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right
                   Angel of Mercy give me heaven tonight
                   
                   Yeah Angel of Mercy, angel delight
                   Give me my reward in heaven tonight
                   And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right
                   Angel of Mercy give me heaven tonight
                   
                   Yeah Angel of Mercy angel delight
                   Give me my reward in heaven tonight
                   And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right
                   Angel of Mercy give me heaven tonight

                   "Communique" - 1979





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              Portobello Belle


                   Bella donna's on the highstreet
                   Her breasts upon the off beat
                   And the stalls are just the side shows
                   Victoriano's old clothes
                   And yes her jeans are tight now
                   She got to travel light now
                   She got to turn up all her roots now
                   She got to turn up for the boots now
                   She thinks she's tough
                   She ain't no English rose
                   But the blind singer
                   He's seen enough and he knows
                   Do a song about a long gone Irish girl
                   But I got one for you Portobello Belle
                   
                   She sees a man upon his back there
                   Escaping from a sack there
                   And Bella donna lingers
                   Her gloves aint got no fingers
                   The blind man says he Irish
                   He gets his money in a tin dish
                   Just a corner serinader
                   Upon a time he could of made her
                   
                   She thinks she's tough
                   She ain't no English rose
                   But the blind singer
                   He's seen enough and he knows
                   Do a song about a long gone Irish girl
                   But I got one for you Portobello Belle
                   
                   This time a pair a boys are hawking
                   And the paraket is squawking
                   Upon a truck there is a wino
                   She get the crying off the wino
                   And then she here the raggy rumble
                   Bella donna is in the jungle
                   But she is no garden flower
                   There is no distress in the tower
                   Bella donna walks
                   Bella donna taking a stroll
                   She don't care about your window box or your button hole
                   Sing a song about a long gone Irish girl
                   But I got one for you Portobello Belle

                   "Communique" - 1979





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              Single Handed Sailor


                   Two in the morning, dry-dock town
                   The rivers rolls away in the night
                   Little gypsy moth she's all tied down
                   She quiver in the wind and the light
                   
                   Yeah and a sailing ship just held down in chains
                   From the lazy days of sail
                   She's just lying there in silent pain
                   He lean on the turist rail
                   
                   A mother and her baby and the college of war
                   In the concrete graves
                   You never wanna fight against the river law
                   Nobody rules the waves
                   Yeah and on a night when the lazy wind is a-wailing
                   Around the Cutty Sark
                   Single handed sailor goes sailing
                   Sailing away in the dark
                   
                   He's upon the bridge on the self same night
                   The mariner of dry dock land
                   Two in the morning, but there is one green light
                   And a man on the barge of sand
                   She's gonna slip away below him
                   Away from the things he's done
                   But he just shouts "Hey man, what do you call this thing?"
                   He could have said "Pride of London"
                   On a night when the lazy wind is a-wailing
                   Around the Cutty Sark
                   Yeah the single handed sailor goes sailing
                   Sailing away in the dark

                   "Communique" - 1979





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              Follow Me Home


                   Oh well the sun go down
                   Celebration in the town tonight
                   All day long
                   They been slaughtering upon the stone
                   Share out the meat
                   Yeah, you really like to eat
                   Come on woman, come follow me home
                   
                   Well, the priest he cries
                   Virgins ascending to the skies tonight
                   All day long
                   I have passed my time alone
                   And when the church bell rung
                   I stayed out on the tower
                   In a dying sun
                   Now come on woman, come follow me home
                   
                   Well I don't need no priest
                   But I love all of the people
                   Yes I share the feast
                   So drink up my wine
                   Yes and the song in my bones
                   I know the way
                   I can see by the moonlight
                   Clear as the day
                   Now come on woman, come follow me home

                   "Communique" - 1979





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              Tunnel Of Love


                   Getting crazy on the waltzers but it's the life 
                                                                that I choose
                   Sing about the sixblade sing about the switchback and 
                                                                a torture tattoo
                   And I been riding on a ghost train where the cars 
                                                               they scream and slam
                   And I don't know where I'll be tonight but I'd always tell you 
                                                                      where I am
                   
                   In a screaming ring of faces I seen her standing in the light
                   She had a ticket for the races just like me she was 
                                                              a victim of the night
                   I put a hand upon the lever said let it rock and let it roll
                   I had the one arm bandit fever there was an arrow 
                                                        through my heart and my soul
                   
                   And the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above
                   And I'm just high on the world
                   Come on and take a low ride with me girl
                   On the tunnel of love
                   
                   It's just the danger when you're riding at your own risk
                   She said you are the perfect stranger she said 
                                                        baby let's keep it like this
                   It's just a cake walk twisting baby step right up and say
                   Hey mister give me two give me two cos any two can play

                   And the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above
                   And I'm just high on the world
                   Come on and take a low ride with me girl
                   On the tunnel of love
                   
                   Well it's been money for muscle another whirligig
                   Money for muscle and another girl I dig
                   Another hustle just to make it big
                   And rockaway rockaway
                   
                   And girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did
                   Like the spanish city to me when we were kids
                   Oh girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did
                   Like the spanish city to me when we were kids
                   
                   She took off a silver locket she said remember me by this
                   She put her hand in my pocket i got a keepsake and a kiss
                   And in the roar of the dust and diesel I stood and watched 
                                                                 her walk away
                   I could have caught up with her easy enough but something must 
                                                              have made me stay
                   
                   And the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above
                   And I'm just high on the world
                   Come on and take a low ride with me girl
                   On the tunnel of love
                   
                   And now I'm searching through these carousels 
                                                    and the carnival arcades
                   Searching everywhere from steeplechase to palisades
                   In any shooting gallery where promises are made
                   To rockaway rockaway from cullercoats and whitley bay 
                                                              out to rockaway

                   And girl it looks so pretty to me like it always did
                   Like the spanish city to me when we were kids
                   Girl it looks so pretty to me like it always did
                   Like the spanish city to me when we were kids

                   "Making Movies" - 1980





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              Romeo And Juliet


                   A lovestruck Romeo sings a streetsuss serenade
                   Laying everybody low with a lovesong that he made
                   Finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade
                   Says something like you and me babe how about it?
                   
                   Juliet says hey it's Romeo you nearly gimme a heart attack
                   He's underneath the window she's singing hey la my boyfriend's back
                   You shoudn't come around here singing up at people like that
                   Anyway what you gonna do about it?
                   
                   Juliet the dice were loaded from the start
                   And I bet and you exploded in my heart
                   And I forget I forget the movie song
                   When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong Juliet?
                   
                   Come up on different streets they both were streets of shame
                   Both dirty both mean yes and the dream was just the same
                   And I dreamed your dream for you and now your dream is real
                   How can you look at me as I was just another one of your deals?
                   
                   When you can fall for chains of silver you can fall 
                                                                   for chains of gold
                   You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold
                   You promised me everything you promised me thick and thin
                   Now you just say oh romeo yeah you know i used to have 
                                                                    a scene with him

                   Juliet when we made love you used to cry
                   You said I love you like the stars above I'll love you till I die
                   There's a place for us you know the movie song
                   When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong?
                   
                   I can't do the talk like they talking on the TV
                   And I can't do a love song like the way its meant to be
                   I can't do everything but I'd do anything for you
                   I can't do anything except be in love with you
                   
                   And all I do is miss you and the way we used to be
                   All I do is keep the beat and bad company
                   All I do is kiss you through the bars of a rhyme
                   Julie I'd do the stars with you any time
                    
                   Juliet when we made love you used to cry
                   You said I love you like the stars above I'll love you till I die
                   There's a place for us you know the movie song
                   When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong?
                   
                   A lovestruck romeo sings a streetsuss serenade
                   Laying everybody low with a lovesong that he made
                   Finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade
                   Says something like you and me babe how about it?

                   "Making Movies" - 1980





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              Skateaway


                   I seen a girl on a one way corridor
                   Stealing down a wrong way street
                   For all the world like an urban toreador
                   She had wheels on on her feet
                   Well the cars do the usual dances
                   Same old cruise and the kerbside crawl
                   But the rollergirl she's taking chances
                   They just love to see her take them all
                   
                   No fears alone at night she's sailing through the crowd
                   In her ears the phones are tight and the music's playing loud
                   
                   Hallelujah here she comes queen rollerball
                   Enchante what can I say don't care at all
                   You know she used to have to wait around
                   She used to be the lonely one
                   But now that she can skate around town
                   She's the only one
                   
                   No fears alone at night she's sailing through the crowd
                   In her ears the phones are tight and the music's playing loud
                   
                   She gets rock n roll a rock n roll station
                   And a rock n roll dream
                   She's making movies on location
                   She don't know what it means
                   But the music make her wanna be the story
                   And the story was whatever was the song what it was
                   Rollergirl don't worry
                   DJ play the movies all night long
                   
                   She tortures taxi drivers just for fun
                   She like to read their lips
                   Says toro toro taxi see ya tomorrow my son
                   I swear she let a big truck grease her hip
                   She got her own world in the city
                   You can't intrude on her
                   She got her own world in the city
                   Cos the city's benn so rude to her

                   "Making Movies" - 1980





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              Expresso Love


                   She gets the sun in the daytime
                   Perfume in the dusk
                   And she comes out in the night time
                   With the honeysuckle musk
                   Because she smells just like a rose
                   And she tastes just like a peach
                   She got me walking where the wildlife goes
                   I'd do anything to reach her
                   
                   And she was made in heaven
                   Heaven's in the world
                   Is this just expresso love
                   You know I'm crazy for the girl
                   
                   She call me just to talk
                   She's my lover, she's a friend of mine
                   She says hey mister you wanna take a walk
                   In the wild west end sometime
                   And I get trouble with my breathing
                   She says boys don't know anything
                   But I know what I want
                   I want everything
                   
                   Well I feel so good cos I feel so good
                   And I feel so good cos it feels so right
                   I was made to go with my girl
                   Like a saxophone was made to go with the night
                   
                   And she can raise one eyebrow
                   Put her hand on my hip
                   And I close one eye now
                   Sweat on her tip
                   And I surrender to the fever
                   She love me so tender I got to believe her love? 
                   Expresso love's alright
                   
                   I don't want no sugar in it
                   Thank you very much
                   All wired up on it all fired up on it
                   Expresso touch
                   Hey maestro expresso
                   It's just another one just like the other one
                   Hey maestro expresso
                   Is this another one just like the other one

                   "Making Movies" - 1980





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              Hand In Hand


                   The sky is crying the streets are full of tears
                   Rain come down wash away my tears
                   And all this writing on the wall
                   Oh I can read between the lines
                   Rain come down forgive this dirty town
                   Rain come down and give this dirty town
                   A drink of water a drink of wine
                   
                   If I been hard on you I never chose to be
                   I never wanted no one else
                   I tried my best to be somebody you'd be close to
                   Hand in hand like lovers are supposed to
                   
                   As you'd sleep I'd think my heart would break in two
                   I'd kiss your cheek i'd stop myself from waking you
                   But in the dark you'd speak my name
                   You'd say baby what's wrong?
                   Oh here I am baby i'm coming back for more
                   I'm like a wave that's got to roll into the shore
                   Yes and if my love's in vain how come my love is so strong?
                   
                   Now you and me go parallel together and apart
                   And you keep the perfect distance and it's tearing at my heart
                   Did you never feel the distance
                   You never tried to cross no line
                   Now it's another dirty river and another dirty scar
                   And I don't know who's kissing you and I don't know where you are
                   So far from home don't you think of me sometime
                   
                   Sky is crying see the streets are full of tears
                   Rain coming down to wash away my fears
                   And all this writing on the wall
                   Oh I can read between the lines

                   "Making Movies" - 1980





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              Solid Rock


                   Well take a look at that
                   I made a castle in the sand
                   Saying this is where it's you know
                   Couldn't understand now
                   If I realised that the chances were slim
                   How come I'm so surprised when the tide rolled in
                   
                   I wanna live on solid rock
                   I'm gonna live on solid rock
                   I wanna give i don't wanna be blocked
                   I'm gonna live on solid rock
                   
                   Well I'm sick of potential
                   I'm sick of vanity now
                   I'm sticking to essential reality now
                   I don't know what's worse
                   Try to make a silk purse
                   Living an illusion living in confusion
                   
                   Well a house of cards
                   Was never built for shock
                   You could blow it down in any kind of weather
                   Now two solid rocks two solid blocks
                   You know they're gonna stick 
                   Yeah they're gonna stick together
                   
                   Because the heart that you break
                   That's the one that you rely on
                   The bed that you make
                   That's the one you gotta lie on
                   When you point your finger cos your plan fell through 
                   You got three more fingers pointing back at you
                   
                   I wanna live on solid rock
                   I'm gonna live on solid rock
                   I wanna give i don't wanna be blocked
                   I'm gonna live on solid rock
                   I'm solid rock now

                   "Making Movies" - 1980





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              Les Boys


                   Les boys do cabaret
                   Les boys are glad to be gay
                   They're not afraid now
                   Disco bar in Germany
                   Les boys are glad to be
                   Upon parade now
                   
                   Les boys got leather straps
                   Les boys got SS caps
                   But they got no gun now
                   Get dressed up get a little risque
                   Got to do a little S & M these days
                   It's all in fun now
                   
                   Les boys come on again
                   For the high class whores
                   And the businessmen
                   Who drive in their Mercedes Benz
                   To a disco bar in old Munchen

                   They get the jokes that the DJ makes
                   They get nervous and they make mistakes
                   They're bad for business
                   Some tourists take a photograph
                   Les boys don't get one lough
                   He says they're useless
                   
                   Late at night when they've gone away
                   Les boys dream of jean genet
                   High heel shoes and a black berret
                   And the posters on the wall that say
                   Les boys do cabaret
                   Les boys are glad to be gay

                   "Making Movies" - 1980





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              Telegraph Road


                   A long time ago came a man on a track
                   Walking thirty miles with a pack on his back
                   And he put down his load where he thought it was the best
                   Made a home in the wilderness
                   He built a cabin and a winter store
                   And he ploughed up the ground by the cold lake shore
                   And the other travellers came riding down the track
                   And they never went further, no, they never went back
                   Then came the churches then came the schools
                   Then came the lawyers then came the rules
                   Then came the trains and the trucks with their loads
                   And the dirty old track was the telegraph road
                   
                   Then came the mines - then came the ore
                   Then there was the hard times then there was a war
                   Ttelegraph sang a song about the world outside
                   Telegraph road got so deep and so wide
                   Like a rolling river...
                   
                   And my radio says tonight it's gonna freeze
                   People driving home from the factories
                   There's six lanes of traffic
                   Three lanes moving slow...
                   
                   I used to like to go to work but they shut it down
                   I got a right to go to work but there's no work here to be found
                   Yes and they say we're gonna have to pay what's owed
                   We're gonna have to reap from some seed that's been sowed
                   And the birds up on the wires and the telegraph poles
                   They can always fly away from this rain and this cold
                   You can hear them singing out their telegraph code
                   All the way down the telegraph road
                   
                   You know I'd sooner forget but I remember those nights
                   When life was just a bet on a race between the lights
                   You had your head on my shoulder you had your hand in my hair
                   Now you act a little colder like you don't seem to care
                   But believe in me baby and I'll take you away
                   From out of this darkness and into the day
                   From these rivers of headlights these rivers of rain
                   From the anger that lives on the streets with these names
                   'Cos I've run every red light on memory lane
                   I've seen desperation explode into flames
                   And I don't want to see it again...

                   "Love Over Gold" - 1982





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              Private Investigations


                   It's a mystery to me - the game commences
                   For the usual fee - plus expenses
                   Confidential information - it's not a public inquiry
                   
                   I go checking out the reports - digging up the dirt
                   You get to meet all sorts in this line of work
                   Treachery and treason - there's always an excuse for it
                   And when I find the reason I still can't get used to it
                   
                   And what have you got at the end of the day?
                   What have you got to take away?
                   A bottle of whisky and a new set of lies
                   Blinds on the windows and a pain behind the eyes
                   
                   Scarred for life - nocompensation
                   Private investigations

                   "Love Over Gold" - 1982





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              Industrial Disease


                   Warning lights are flashing down at Quality Control
                   Somebody threw a spanner and they threw him in the hole
                   There's rumors in the loading bay and anger in the town
                   Somebody blew the whistle and the walls came down
                   There's a meeting in the boardroom they're trying to trace the smell
                   There's leaking in the washroom there's a sneak in personnel
                   Somewhere in the corridors someone was heard to sneeze
                   'goodness me could this be Industrial Disease?
                   
                   The caretaker was crucified for sleeping at his post
                   They're refusing to be pacified it's him they blame the most
                   The watchdog's got rabies the foreman's got fleas
                   And everyone's concerned about Industrial Disease
                   There's panic on the switchboard tongues are ties in knots
                   Some come out in sympathy some come out in spots
                   Some blame the management some the employees
                   And everybody knows it's the Industrial Disease
                   
                   The work force is disgusted downs tools and walks
                   Iinnocence is injured experience just talks
                   Everyone seeks damages and everyone agrees
                   That these are 'classic symptoms of a monetary squeeze'
                   On ITV and BBC they talk about the curse
                   Philosophy is useless theology is worse
                   History boils over there's an economics freeze
                   Sociologists invent words that mean 'Industrial Disease'
                   
                   Doctor Parkinson declared 'I'm not surprised to see you here
                   You've got smokers cough from smoking, brewer's droop from drinking beer
                   I don't know how you came to get the Betty Davis knees
                   Out worst of all young man you've got Industrial Disease'
                   He wrote me a prescription he said 'you are depressed
                   But I'm glad you came to see me to get this off your chest
                   Come back and see me later - next patient please
                   Send in another victim of Industrial Disease'
                   
                   I go down to Speaker's Corner I'm thunderstruck
                   They got free speech, tourists, police in trucks
                   Two men say they're Jesus one of them must be wrong
                   There's a protest singer singing a protest song - he says
                   'they wanna have a war to keep us on our knees
                   They wanna have a war to keep their factories
                   They wanna have a war to stop us buying Japanese
                   They wanna have a war to stop Industrial Disease
                   They're pointing out the enemy to keep you deaf and blind
                   They wanna sap your energy incarcerate your mind
                   They give you Rule Brittania, gassy beer, page three
                   Two weeks in Espana and Sunday striptease'
                   Meanwhile the first Jesus says 'I'd cure it soon
                   Abolish monday mornings and friday afternoons'
                   The other one's on a hunger strike he's dying by degrees
                   How come Jesus gets Industrial Disease

                   "Love Over Gold" - 1982





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              Love Over Gold


                   You walk out on the high wire
                   You're a dancer on thin ice
                   You pay no heed to the danger
                   And less to advice
                   Your footsteps are forbidden
                   But with a knowledge of your sin
                   You throw your love to all the strangers
                   And caution to the wind
                   
                   And you go dancing through doorways
                   Just to see what you will find
                   Leaving nothing to interfere
                   With the crazy balance of your mind
                   And when you finally reappear
                   At the place where you came in
                   You've thrown your love to all the strangers
                   And caution to the wind
                   
                   It takes love over gold
                   And mind over matter
                   To do what you do that you must
                   When the things that you hold
                   Can fall and be shattered
                   Or run through your fingers like dust

                   "Love Over Gold" - 1982





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              It Never Rains


                   I hear the Seven Deadly Sins
                   And the Terrible Twins came to call on you
                   The bigger they are babe
                   The harder they fall on you
                   And you you're always the same you persevere
                   On the same old pleasure ground
                   Oh and it never rains around here
                   It just comes pouring down
                   
                   You had no more volunteers
                   So you got profiteers for to help you out
                   With friends like that babe
                   Good friends you had to do without
                   And now they've taken the chains and the gears
                   From off your merry-go-round
                   Oh and it never rains around here
                   It just comes pouring down
                   
                   And your new Romeo
                   Was just a gigolo when he let you down
                   See the faster they are babe
                   The faster they get out of town
                   Leaving make up stains and the tears
                   Of a clown
                   Yes and it never rains around here
                   It just comes pouring down
                   
                   Oh you were just a roller coaster memory
                   I don't know why I was even passing through
                   I saw you making a date with Destiny
                   When he came around here asking after you
                   In the shadow of the Wheel of Fortune
                   You're busy trying to clear your name
                   You say 'I may be guilty yeah that may be true
                   But I'd be lying if I said I was to blame
                   See we could have been major contenders
                   We never got no money no breaks'
                   You've got a list of all the major offenders
                   You got a list of all their major mistakes
                   And he's just standing on the shadows
                   Yes and you smile that come-on smile
                   Oh I can still hear you say as clear as the day
                   'I'd like to make it worth your while'
                   
                   Ah but it's a sad reminder
                   When your organ grinder has to come to you for the rent
                   And all you've got to give him
                   Is the use of your side-show tent
                   Yes and that's all that remains of the years
                   Spent doing to rounds
                   And it never rains around here
                   Well it just comes pouring down
                   
                   Now you know what they say about beggars
                   You can't complain about the rules
                   You know what they say about beggars
                   You know who's the first to blame his tools
                   You never gave a damn about who you pick up
                   And leave lying bleeding on the ground
                   You screw people over on the way up
                   Because you thought that you were never coming down
                   And he takes you out in Vaudeville Valley
                   With his hand up smothering your screams
                   And he screws you down in Tin Pan Alley
                   In the city of a billion dreams

                   "Love Over Gold" - 1982





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              So Far Away


                   Here I am again in this mean old town
                   And you're so far away from me
                   And where are you when the sun goes down
                   You're so far away from me
                   
                   So far away from me
                   So far I just can't see
                   So far away from me
                   You're so far away from me
                   
                   I'm tired of being in love and being all alone
                   When you're so far away from me
                   I'm tired of making out on the telephone
                   And you're so far away from me
                   
                   So far away from me
                   So far I just can't see
                   So far away from me
                   You're so far away from me
                   
                   I get so tired when I have to explain
                   When you're so far away from me
                   See you been in the sun and I've been in the rain
                   And you're so far away from me
                   
                   So far away from me
                   So far I just can't see
                   So far away from me
                   You're so far away from me

                   "Brothers In Arms" - 1985





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              Money For Nothing


                   Now look at them yo-yo's that's the way you do it
                   You play the guitar on the MTV
                   That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
                   Money for nothin' and chicks for free
                   Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it
                   Lemme tell ya them guys ain't dumb
                   Maybe get a blister on your little finger
                   Maybe get a blister on your thumb
                   
                   We gotta install microwave ovens
                   Custom kitchen deliveries
                   We gotta move these refrigerators
                   We gotta move these colour TV's
                   
                   See the little faggot with the earring and the makeup
                   Yeah buddy that's his own hair
                   That little faggot got his own jet airplane
                   That little faggot he's a millionaire
                   
                   We gotta install microwave ovens
                   Custom kitchens deliveries
                   We gotta move these refrigerators
                   We gotta move these colour TV's
                   
                   I shoulda learned to play the guitar
                   I shoulda learned to play them drums
                   Look at that mama, she got it stickin' in the camera
                   Man we could have some fun
                   And he's up there, what's that? Hawaiian noises?
                   Bangin' on the bongoes like a chimpanzee
                   That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
                   Get your money for nothin' get your chicks for free
                   
                   We gotta install microwave ovens
                   Custom kitchen deliveries
                   We gotta move these refrigerators
                   We gotta move these colour TV's, Lord
                   
                   Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it
                   You play the guitar on the MTV
                   That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
                   Money for nothin' and your chicks for free
                   Money for nothin' and chicks for free

                   "Brothers In Arms" - 1985





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              Walk Of Life


                   Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldies
                   Be-Bop-A-Lua, Baby What I Say
                   Here comes Johnny singing I Gotta Woman
                   Down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay
                   He got the action, he got the motion
                   Yeah, the boy can play
                   Dedication devotion
                   Turning all the night time into the day
                   
                   He do the song about the sweet lovin' woman
                   He do the song about the knife
                   He do the walk, he do the walk of life
                   
                   Here comes Johnny and he'll tell you the story
                   Hand me down mu walkin' shoes
                   Here come Johnny with the power and the glory
                   Backbeat the talkin' blues
                   He got the action, he got the motion
                   Yeah, the boy can play
                   Dedication devotion
                   Turning all the night time into the day
                   
                   He do the song about the sweet lovin' woman
                   He do the song about the knife
                   He do the walk, he do the walk of life
                   
                   Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldies
                   Be-Bop-A-Lula, Baby What I Say
                   Here comes Johnny singing I Gotta Woman
                   Down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay
                   He got the action, he got the motion
                   Yeah the boy can play
                   Decidation devotion
                   Turning all the night time into the day
                   
                   And after all the violence and double talk
                   There's just a song in the trouble and the strife
                   You do the walk, you do the walk of life

                   "Brothers In Arms" - 1985





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              Your Latest Trick


                   All the late night bargains have been struck
                   Between the satin beaus and their belles
                   And prehistoric garbage trucks
                   Have the city to themselves
                   Echoes roars dinosaurs
                   They're all doing the monster mash
                   And most of the taxis and the whores
                   Are only taking calls for cash
                   
                   I don't know how it happened
                   It all took place so quick
                   But all I can do is hand it to you
                   And your latest trick
                   
                   My door was standing open
                   Security was laid back and lax
                   But it was only my heart got broken
                   You must have had a pass key made out of wax
                   You played robbery with insolence
                   And I played the blues in twelve bars down Lover's Lane
                   And you never did have the inteligence to use
                   The twelve keys hanging off my chain
                   
                   I don't know how it happened
                   It all took place so quick
                   But all I can do is hand it to you
                   And your latest trick
                   
                   Now it's past last call for alcohol
                   Past recall has been here and gone
                   The landlord finally paid us all
                   The satin jazzmen have put away their horns
                   And we're standing outside of this wonderland
                   Looking so bereaved and so bereft
                   Like a Bowery bum when he finally understands
                   The bottle's empty and there's nothing left
                   
                   I don't know how it happened
                   It was faster than the eye could flick
                   But not all I can do is hand it to you
                   And your latest trick

                   "Brothers In Arms" - 1985





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              Why Worry


                   Baby I see this world has made you sad
                   Some people can be bad
                   The things they do, the things they say
                   But baby I'll wipe away those bitter tears
                   I'll chase away those restless fears
                   That turn your blue skies into grey
                   
                   Why worry, there should be laughter after the pain
                   There should be sunshine after rain
                   These things have always been the same
                   So why worry now
                   
                   Baby when I get down I turn to you
                   And you make sense of what I do
                   I know it isn't hard to say
                   But baby just when this world seems mean and cold
                   Our love comes shining red and gold
                   And all the rest is by the way
                   
                   Why worry, there should be laughter after pain
                   There should be sunshine after rain
                   These things have always been the same
                   So why worry now

                   "Brothers In Arms" - 1985





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              Ride Across The River


                   I'm a soldier of freedom in the army of man
                   We are the chosen, we're the partisan
                   The cause it is noble and the cause it is just
                   We are ready to pay with our lives if we must
                   
                   Gonna ride across the river deep and wide
                   Ride across the river to the other side
                   
                   I'm a soldier of fortune, I'm a dog of war
                   And we don't give a damn who the killing is for
                   It's the same old story with a different name
                   Death or glory, it's the killing game
                   
                   Gonna ride across the river deep and wide
                   Ride across the river to the other side
                   
                   Nothing gonna stop them as the day follows the night
                   Right becomes wrong, the left becomes the right
                   And they sing as they march with their flags unfurled
                   Today in the mountains, tomorrow the world
                   
                   Gonna ride across the river deep and wide
                   Ride across the river to the other side

                   "Brothers In Arms" - 1985





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              The Man's Too Strong


                   I'm just and ageing drummer boy
                   And in the wars I used to play
                   And I've called the tune
                   To many a torture session
                   Now they say I am a war criminal
                   And I'm fading away
                   Father please hear my confession
                   
                   I have legalised robbery
                   Called it a belief
                   I have run with the money
                   And hid like a theif
                   I have re-written history
                   With my armies and my crooks
                   Invented memories
                   I did burn all the books
                   And I can still hear his laughter
                   And I can still hear his song
                   The man's too big
                   The man's too strong
                   
                   Well I have tried to be meek
                   And I have tried to be mild
                   But I spat like a woman
                   And sulked like a child
                   I have lived behind walls
                   That have made me alone
                   Striven for peace
                   Which I have never known
                   And I can still hear his laughter
                   And I can still hear his song
                   The man's too big
                   The man's too strong
                   
                   Well the sun rose on the courtyard
                   And they all did hear him say
                   'You always were a Judas
                   But I got you anyway
                   You may have got your silver
                   But I swear upon my life
                   Your sister gave me diamonds
                   And I gave them to your wife'
                   Oh father please help me
                   For I have done wrong
                   The man's too big
                   The man's too strong

                   "Brothers In Arms" - 1985





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              One World


                   Can't find no sleeves for my records
                   Can't get no laces for my shoes
                   Can't get no fancy notes
                   On my blue guitar
                   Can't get no antidote for blues
                   
                   Can't find the reasons for your actions
                   Or I don't much like the reasoning you use
                   Somehow your motives are impure
                   Or somehow I can't find the cure
                   Can't find no antidote for blues
                   
                   They say it's mostly vanity
                   That writes the plays we act
                   They tell me that's what everybody knows
                   There's no such thing as sanity
                   And that's the sanest fact
                   That's the way the story goes
                   
                   Can't get no remedy on my TV
                   There's nothing but the same old news
                   They can't find a way to be
                   One world in harmony
                   Can't get no antidote for blues

                   "Brothers In Arms" - 1985





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              Brothers In Arms


                   These mist covered mountains
                   Are a home now for me
                   But my home is the lowlands
                   And always will be
                   Some day you'll return to
                   Your valleys and your farms
                   And you'll no longer burn
                   To be brothers in arm
                   
                   Through these fields of destruction
                   Baptism of fire
                   I've watched all your suffering
                   As the battles raged higher
                   And though they did hurt me so bad
                   In the fear and alarm
                   You did not desert me
                   My brothers in arms
                   
                   There's so many different worlds
                   So many different suns
                   And we have just one world
                   But we live in different ones
                   
                   Now the sun's gone to hell
                   And the moon's riding high
                   Let me bid you farewell
                   Every man has to die
                   But it's written in the starlight
                   And every line on your palm
                   We're fools to make war
                   On our brothers in arms

                   "Brothers In Arms" - 1985





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              Calling Elvis
 

                   Calling Elvis - is anybody home
                   Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone
                   did he leave the building
                   or can he come to the phone
                   Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone
                   
                   Well tell him I was calling just to wish him well
                   Let me leave my number - heartbreak hotel
                   Oh love me tender - baby dob't be cruel
                   Return to sender - treat me like a fool
                   
                   Calling Elvis - is anybody home
                   Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone
                   Did he leave the building
                   Or can he come to the phone
                   Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone
                   
                   Why don't you go get him - I'm his biggest fan
                   You gotta tell him - he's still the man
                   Long distance baby - so far from home
                   Don't you think maybe you could put him on
                   
                   Well tell him I was calling just to wish him well
                   Let me leave my number - heartbreak hotel
                   Oh love me tender - baby dob't be cruel
                   Return to sender - treat me like a fool
                   
                   Calling Elvis - is anybody home
                   Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone
                   Did he leave the building
                   Or can he come to the phone
                   Calling Elvis - I'm here all alone

                   "On Every Street" - 1991





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              On Every Street


                   There's gotta be a record of you some place
                   You gotta be on somebody's books
                   The lowdown - a picture of your face
                   Your injured looks
                   
                   The sacred and profane
                   The pleasure and the pain
                   Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete
                   And it's your face I'm looking for on every street
                   
                   A ladykiller - regulation tattoo
                   Silver spurs on his heels
                   Says - what can I tell you as I'm standing next to you
                   She threw herself under my wheels
                   Oh it's a dangerous road
                   And a hazardous load
                   And the fireworks over liberty expode in the heat
                   And it's your face I'm looking for on every street
                   
                   A three-chord symphony crashes into space
                   The moon is hanging upside down
                   I don't know why it is I'm still on the case
                   It's a ravenous town
                   And you still refuse to be traced
                   Seems to me such a waste
                   And every victory has a taste that's bittersweet
                   And it's your face I'm looking for on every street

                   "On Every Street" - 1991





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              When It Comes To You


                   If we can't get along we oughta be apart
                   And I'm wondering where'd you get that cold, cold heart
                   Set me free - sign my release
                   I'm tired of being the villain of the peace
                   
                   You been giving me a bad time
                   Tell me what I'd do
                   How come I always get a hard time
                   Honey when it comes to you
                   Sayin' things that you didn't have to
                   How come I always get a hard time
                   Honey when it comes to you
                   
                   You only get one life - this I know
                   I wanna get my licks in now before I go
                   The fire of love is dead and cold
                   I gotta satisfy the hunger in my soul
                   
                   And you been giving me a bad time
                   Tell me what I'd do
                   How come I always get a hard time
                   Honey when it comes to you
                   Sayin' things that you didn't have to
                   How come I always get a hard time
                   Honey when it comes to you

                   "On Every Street" - 1991





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              Fade To Black


                   I wonder where you are tonight
                   You're probably on the rampage somewhere
                   You have been known to take delight
                   In gettin' in somebody's hair
                   And you always had the knack
                   Fade to black
                   
                   I bet you already made a pass
                   I see a darkened room somewhere
                   You run your finger round the rim of his glass
                   Run your fingers through his hair
                   They scratch across his back
                   Fade to black
                   
                   Well maybe it's all for the best
                   But I wish I'd never been lassooed
                   Maybe it's some kind of test
                   I wish I'd never been tattooed
                   Or been to hell and back
                   Fade to black

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              The Bug


                   Well it's a strange old game - you learn it slow
                   One step forward and it's back to go
                   You're standing on the throttle
                   You're standing on the breaks
                   In the groove 'til you make a mistake
                   
                   Sometimes you're the windshield
                   Sometimes you're the bug
                   Sometimes it all comes together baby
                   Sometimes you're a fool in love
                   Sometimes you're the louisville slugger
                   Sometimes you're the ball
                   Sometimes it all comes together baby
                   Sometimes you're going to lose it all
                   
                   You gotta know happy - you gotta know glad
                   Because you're gonna know lonely
                   And you're gonna know bad
                   When you're rippin' and a ridin'
                   And you're coming on strong
                   You start slippin' and slidin'
                   And it all goes wrong because
                   
                   Sometimes you're the windshield
                   Sometimes you're the bug
                   Sometimes it all comes together baby
                   Sometimes you're a fool in love
                   Sometimes you're the louisville slugger baby
                   Sometimes you're the ball
                   Sometimes it all comes together baby
                   Sometimes you're going to lose it all
                   
                   One day you got the glory
                   One day you got none
                   One day you're a diamond
                   And then you're a stone
                   Everything can change
                   In the blink of an eye
                   So let the good times roll
                   Before we say goodbye, because
                   
                   Sometimes you're the windshield
                   Sometimes you're the bug
                   Sometimes it all comes together baby
                   Sometimes you're a fool in love
                   Sometimes you're the louisville slugger baby
                   Sometimes you're the ball
                   Sometimes it all comes together baby
                   Sometimes you're going to lose it all

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              You And Your Friend


                   Will you and your friend come around
                   Are you and your friend gonna get on down
                   Will you and your friend come around
                   Or are you and your friend gonna let me down
                   
                   If you talk to one another
                   I'm a hungry man
                   Let me know one way or the other
                   So I can make my plans
                   
                   Will you and your friend come around
                   Are you and your friend gonna get on down
                   Will you and your friend come around
                   Or are you and your friend gonna let me down
                   
                   I relive the situation
                   Still see in in my mind
                   You got my imagination
                   Working overtime

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              Heavy Fuel


                   Last time I was sober, man I felt bad
                   Worst hangover that I ever had
                   It took six hamburgers and scotch all night
                   Nicotine for breakfast just to put me right
                   'Cos if you wanna run cool
                   If you wanna run cool
                   If you wanna run cool, you got to run
                   On heavy, heavy fuel
                   
                   My life makes perfect sense
                   Lust and food and violence
                   Sex and money are my major kicks
                   Get me in a fight I like dirty tricks
                   'Cos if you wanna run cool
                   Yes if you wanna run cool, you got to run
                   On heavy, heavy fuel
                   
                   My chick loves a man who's strong
                   The things she'll do to turn me on
                   I love the babes, don't get me wrong
                   Hey, that's why I wrote this song
                   
                   I don't care if my liver is hanging by a thread
                   Don't care if my doctor says I ought to be dead
                   When my ugly big car won't climb this hill
                   I'll write a suicide note on a hundred dollar bill
                   'Cos if you wanna run cool
                   If you wanna run cool
                   Yes if you wanna run cool, you got to run
                   On heavy, heavy fuel

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              Iron Hand


                   With all the clarity of dream
                   The sky so blue, the grass so green
                   The rank and file and the navy blue
                   The deep and strong, the straight and true
                   
                   The blue line they got the given sign
                   The belts and boots marched forward in time
                   The wood and the leather the club and shield
                   Swept like a wave across the battlefield
                   
                   Now with all the clarity of dream
                   The blood so red, the grass so green
                   The gleam of spur on the chestnut flank
                   The cavalry did burst upon the ranks
                   
                   Oh the iron will and the iron hand
                   In England's green and pleasant land
                   No music for the shameful scene
                   That night they said it had even shocked the queen
                   
                   Well alas we've seen it all before
                   Knights in armour, days for yore
                   The same old fears and the same old crimes
                   We haven't changed since ancient times

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              Ticket To Heaven


                   I can see what you're looking to find
                   In the smile on my face
                   In my peace of mind
                   In my state of grace
                   I send what I can
                   To the man from the ministry
                   He's a part of heaven's plan
                   And he talks to me
                   
                   Now I send what I can to the man
                   With the diamond ring
                   He's a part of heaven's plan
                   And he sure can sing
                   Now it's all I can afford
                   But the lord has sent me eternity
                   It's to save the little children
                   In a poor country
                   
                   I got my ticket to heaven
                   And everlasting life
                   I got a ride all the way to paradise
                   I got my ticket to heaven
                   And everlasting life
                   All the way to paradise
                   
                   Now there's nothing left for luxuries
                   Nothing left to pay my heating bill
                   But the good lord will provide
                   I know he will
                   So send what you can
                   To the man with the diamond ring
                   They're tuning in across the land
                   To hear him sing
                   
                   I got my ticket to heaven
                   And everlasting life
                   I got a ride all the way to paradise
                   I got my ticket to heaven
                   And everlasting life
                   All the way to paradise

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              My Parties


                   Well this is my back yard - my back gate
                   I hate to start my parties late
                   Here's the party cart - ain't that great?
                   That ain't the best part baby - just wait
                   That a genuine weathervane - it moves with the breeze
                   Portable hammok baby - who needs trees
                   It's casual entertaining - we aim to please
                   At my parties
                   
                   Check out the shingles - it's brand new
                   Excuse me while I mingle - hi, how are you
                   Hey everybody - let me give you a toast
                   This one's for me - the host with the most
                   
                   It's getting a trifle colder - step inside my home
                   That's a brass toilet tissue holder with its own telephone
                   That's a musical doorbell - it don't ring, I ain't kiddin'
                   It plays america the beautiful and tie a yellow ribbon
                   
                   Boy, this punch is a trip - it's o.k. in my book
                   Here, take a sip - maybe a little heavy on the fruit
                   Ah, here comes the dip - you may kiss the cook
                   Let me show you honey - it's easy - look
                   You take a fork and spike 'em - say, did you try these?
                   So glad you like 'em - the secret's in the cheese
                   It's casual entertaining - we aim to please
                   At my parties
                   
                   Now don't talk to me about the polar bear
                   Don't talk to me about the ozone layer
                   Ain't much of anything these days, even the air
                   They're running out of rhinos - what do I care?
                   Let's hear it for the dolphin - let's hear it for the trees
                   Ain't running out of nothing in my deep freeze
                   It's casual entertaining - we aim to please
                   At my parties

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              The Planet Of New Orleans


                   Standin' in the corner
                   Of toulouse and dauphine
                   Waitin' on marie-ondine
                   I'm tryin' to place a tune
                   Under a Louisiana moonbeam
                   On the planet of New Orleans
                   In a bar they call the saturn
                   And in her eyes of green
                   And somethin' that she said in a dream
                   Inside of my suit I got my mojo root
                   And a true love figurine
                   For the planet of new orleans
                   
                   New Orleans - the other planet
                   With other life upon it
                   And everythin' that's shakin' in between
                   If you should ever land upon it
                   You better know what's on it
                   The planet of New Orleans
                   
                   Now I'm tryin' to find my way
                   Through the rain and the steam
                   I'm lookin' straight ahead through the screen
                   And then I heard her say
                   Somethin' in the limousine
                   'Bout taking a ride across the planet of New Orleans
                   
                   If she was an ace
                   And I was just a jack
                   And the cards were never seen
                   We could have been the king and the queen
                   But she took me back to her courtyard
                   Where magnolia perfume screams
                   Behind the gates and the granite
                   Of the planet of New Orleans

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              How Long


                   How long, how long baby
                   How long has it been
                   How long you gonna keep me wondering
                   How long before you see
                   Stallin' me was wrong - how long
                   
                   How long, how long you gonna keep
                   Slappin' my hands away
                   How long you gonna keep my love at bay
                   How long before you're sure
                   My love is strong - how long
                   
                   How long, how long you gonna keep
                   Tellin' me you like me fine
                   How long until I'm gonna make you mine
                   How long before you wake up
                   And find a good man gone - how long

                   "On Every Street" - 1991


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