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Tell me some more of that Jimmy Doyle story
I’ll tell you about the night we heard the ghost guitar
A 55 bus ride
Wapping days, basement nights
Singing “Lonesome Cowboy Bill”
But, we’re rockin’ in the photograph
We’re rockin’ in the photograph
We’re really rockin’ in the photograph from 1983
Shouting and a screaming
To the old folks in the front row
The blue rinse brigade were never gonna sing along
A can of Super T
Mark, Paul, Earl and Me
We never stood a chance
But, we’re rockin’ in the photograph
We’re rockin’ in the photograph
We’re really rockin’ in the photograph from 1983
Wearing the same shirts, laughed till it hurt
Dreaming about success
Picking up the battered old acoustic in the corner
Playing “All of Nothing” I still get the words wrong
But, we’re rockin’ in the photograph
We’re rockin’ in the photograph
We’re really rockin’ in the photograph from 1983
We’re rockin’ in the photograph from 1983
Yeh, we’re rockin’ in the photograph from 1983
We’re really rockin’ in the photograph from 1983
We’re rockin’ in the photograph from 1983
Yeh, we’re rockin’ in the photograph from 1983
We’re really rockin’ in the photograph from 1983
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Emily Come Back
03:40
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I was sinking when you found me
With my heart of stone
Worn around the edges
Frayed and sepia toned
Now the days go by and I waste my time
Photos fade, fates resign
Emily come back
Pages curl and the dust motes fly
Count the hours, wonder why
Emily come back
Either tethered to a smoke ring
Or spat out like a spark
Waiting for the world to spin
Just to leave a mark
Now the days go by and I waste my time
Photos fade, fates resign
Emily come back
Dust motes fly and the pages curl
All these lines about a girl
Emily come back
Sometimes I hear you laughing
Or see your sweet smile upon another’s lips
Now the days go by and I waste my time
Photos fade, fates resign
Emily come back
Pages curl and the dust motes fly
Count the hours, wonder why
Emily come back
Emily come back
Emily come back
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Stars
03:21
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I blame the moon for starting this
Lit up you looked so beautiful
Maybe I’m a sucker for gravitational pull
Now, can I blame the sunstroke
The top down in the LA sun
Or drinking on the Hudson River
Having too much fun
Everybody says it, “nothing lasts forever”
I just don’t believe that’s true
They can waste their lives shooting for the moon
I got the stars with you
A Pawley’s Island beach-house
Adrift at the Lake Lure Inn
Or smiling through your hair
on a back porch swing
Everybody says it, “nothing lasts forever”
I just don’t believe that’s true
They can waste their lives shooting for the moon
I got the stars with you
You never settle for second best
Or take a ticket and stand in line
I love the fact that you do it all
in your own sweet time
Never settle, take a ticket, in your own sweet time
Everybody says it, “nothing lasts forever”
I just don’t believe that’s true
They can waste their lives shooting for the moon
I got the stars with you
Everybody says it, “nothing lasts forever”
I just don’t believe that’s true
They can waste their lives shooting for the moon
I got the stars with you
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Ignorance Is Bliss
03:57
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Crack a smile or two
Your lips loose the words
Are you aware at all?
They hang in the air unheard
Well, you swagger and you’re bold
As if you’re something to behold
I guess ignorance is bliss
You’re shrink-wrapped to the bar
King for a day uncrowned
In super 8 slo-mo
You descend for the count
Now like some burnt out ‘50’s star
There’s no spark from your memoirs
I guess ignorance is bliss
How could you risk all this?
Is there nothing in her kiss
To keep you here tonight
Now mistakes are just the lines
That you get caught up in sometimes
I guess ignorance is bliss
You never feel the undertow
As it drags you far below
I guess ignorance is bliss
I guess ignorance is bliss
I guess ignorance is bliss
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Friends Like That
04:53
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I'm done with all the Psycho games
Inference apportions blame
Can’t believe behind those eyes
Vitriol and bitter lies
Belying your countenance outwardly
With Friends like that,
Who needs Enemies?
With Friends like that,
Who needs them?
They're only there
trying to hold you back
Friends like that
Once Sugar sweet, now saccharine
Smiles slowly souring
Friendship lost in your short shrift
Like a deep fade or a Doppler shift
As blunt as the axe would seem
You cut me dead
With Friends like that,
Who needs Enemies?
With Friends like that,
Who needs them?
They're only there
trying to hold you back
Friends like that
And so you’d have them all believing you
And your “poor little me” routine
But, I’m not gonna be your sacrificial lamb
No Ma’am
With Friends like that,
Who needs Enemies?
With Friends like that,
Who needs them?
They're only there
trying to hold you back
Friends like that
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6. |
Everbody's Talking
03:44
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Well, you had it a little itch
You were dying to explore
You just couldn’t help yourself
I guess you scratched it till it got sore
I hear those mockingbirds,
Pins drop and whispered words
Like a silent enemy
Chorus
Everybody’s talking, Everybody’s talking now
Everybody’s talking, Everybody’s talking now
Well, you told a little lie and another little lie
Remember that the ride ain’t free
Because a lie ain‘t got no memory
I still hear those mockingbirds,
Pins drop and whispered words
Like a silent enemy
Chorus
Loose lips sink ships
So I’m heading for that lifeboat now
Attention on deck
I’m sorry, we’re going down
Whispers in the back room
You can hear them
Dancing to some slow tune
You can see them
Smiles that she's been faking
Spell she's weaving
Signals you're mistaking
You believe them
Everybody’s talking, Everybody’s talking now
Everybody’s talking, Everybody’s talking now
Everybody’s talking, Everybody’s talking now
Everybody’s talking, Everybody’s talking now
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Arthur's Tale
03:41
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Arthur knew he had no choice
When he heard that little voice
like “Blutarsky” in his mind
She was beautiful, it seemed
as if she fell out of his dreams
Like some Hefner playmate find
Now there’s so much for him to fear
So what’s a guy like him to do, but, face his demons
Please don’t tell him that it’s not Love
Please don’t tell him that it’s not Love
Derided, almost out of view
Denied the luck that others knew
The years so slowly inching by
Now breathing life in her, she him
The candlelight upon her skin
and Barry White on the Hi-Fi
He’s gone too far to turn back now
So what’s a guy like him to do, but, face his demons?
Please don’t tell him that it’s not Love
Please don’t tell him that it’s not Love
She’s a girl who can’t say no
Happy to let him come or go
He always seems to blow his chances
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Riverbend
04:20
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Down the steps I came
I left in ankle chains
A ship of fools set sail with me
The sun lit up the Thames as Big Ben chimed
It sounded like a death knell to me
Out of the blue, into the black
Head hung low, there’s no looking back
It’s just 10,000 miles from the riverbend
No champagne on the bow
No flags, No kids allowed
No you to wave goodbye to me
Hung my coat upon that burned out sinking sun
And the rest, they say, is history
Out of the blue, into the black
Head hung low, there’s no looking back
It’s just 10,000 miles from the riverbend
On the bridge at dawn
Almost two centuries on
The sun stretches from the sea
With my shackles gone,
Who knew we’d live so long
You would be envious of me
Out of the blue, into the black
Head hung low, there’s no looking back
It’s just 10,000 miles from the riverbend
It’s just 10,000 miles from the riverbend
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Pop's A Dirty Word
03:47
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You’re cranking up the Dansette
Loading up the 45’s
A static filled speaker crackles into life
You’re dialling in the Radio
Poised above the play and record
Tuned into Caroline and biting on the earphone cord
Tell me when did all you kids forget?
Now, Pop’s a dirty word
Hey, have you forgotten Bowie hugging Ronson?
Yeah, Pop’s a dirty word
Climbing up ten places, John Peel and the Faces
You’re flipping over ‘B’ sides
Poring over Gatefold sleeves
Check the lyrics out in “Disco 45” magazine
Tell me when did all you kids forget?
Now, Pop’s a dirty word
Hey, have you forgotten Bowie hugging Ronson?
Yeah, Pop’s a dirty word
Climbing up ten places, John Peel and the Faces
Now, Pop’s a dirty word
Cozy and the Devil, Steve and Cockney Rebel
Yeah, Pop’s a dirty word
Sweet Baby James Taylor, Beach Boys: Sail on Sailor
Endlessly circling the run-out groove
When did all you kids forget?
Now, Pop’s a dirty word
Hey, have you forgotten Bowie hugging Ronson
Yeah, Pop’s a dirty word
Climbing up ten places, John Peel and the Faces
Now, Pop’s a dirty word
Cozy and the Devil, Steve and Cockney Rebel
Yeah, Pop’s a dirty word
Sweet Baby James Taylor, Beach Boys: Sail on Sailor
Now, Pop’s a dirty word
Pilot “January”, Linda, Paul & Denny
Yeah, Pop’s a dirty word
Supertramp were dreaming, Boston had a feeling
Now, Pop’s a dirty word
Lonely Boy was golden
Don’t forget Todd Rundgren
Yeah, Pop’s a dirty word
Lennon started over
The riff in “My Sharona”
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The End Of You And Me
03:01
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Cast your spell down over me
Nectar to a honeybee
You drew me in effortlessly
This is the end of you and me
Shoot the breeze and chomp that bit
Lower my sights and take a hit
Hearts on sale for a cab fare fee
This is the end of you and me
Always trouble brewing
The two of us kept stumbling along
One little grain of truth is always
gonna prove you wrong
Climb on board and say goodnight
Last one here turns out the light
Ring that bell, time gentlemen please
This is the end of you and me
So ring that bell, time gentlemen please
This is the end of you and me
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