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Chris Rea




Альбом Chris Rea


Dancing With Strangers (1987)
1987
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I Don't Care Anymore (bonus track)
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Danielle's Breakfast (instrumental) (bonus track)
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I see all the tough guys still not 25
Dying on their feet
Coughing, honking, cadging cigarettes
And still out on the street
Well, they got no money, nowhere to go
Fathers of 2, 3 maybe 4, what are they gonna do
Jimmy got a busted mouth in a fight last night
He says he's OK
Going down to the workies club (that's a laugh)
To buy something strong and take the pain away

Joys of Christmas
Joys of Christmas
Northern style

Flashing Christmas light of police blue
Go spinning down the street
Women try to drag the men from pubs
Into the stores
And work hands in empty pockets deep
We stand outside the neon ice and wish ourselves the best
He says he's OK, out of work and fighting
Is all he's ever known
And laughs and says I worry too much anyway

Joys of Christmas
Joys of Christmas
Northern style
Let's drink to the likes of Jim
Before we all go insane
And please don't ask me why
It'll take too long to explain
Joys of Christmas




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Now there's no storyline
Just a real good time
And I don't want to seem to be mistaken
But there's a tale to tell
On this road to hell
It's in between the lines the case I'm making

Oh, lord, look my way
Save me from these crazy things I see
I don't know what's going on round here these days
But I can't dance to that
Oh, I can't dance to that
So let me dance to this
'Cos I can't dance to that

If you'll excuse me please
You see I got to go
And take myself before I'm past redemption
A voice is calling out
As if I didn't know
This wretched road is paved with good intentions
All the way
Down this Judas track
I know it so well
And I ain't going back
I don't know what happened to the good time songs
But I can't dance to that
Oh, I can't dance to that
So let me dance to this
'Cos I can't dance to that

Tell me what you know
Take away these chains
What stood in front of me it looks so pretty
But I can't dance to a cold machine
Oh, lord, and every drummer you know just what I mean
Oh, I can't dance to that
So let me dance to this




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Driving home from the highland line
We done some gigs on the Clyde and the Tyne
They flew us in from a Hamburg strip
The taste of Dusseldorf still on our lips
And on the bus there is a friend of mine
We go way back to the scene of the crime
We sit up front and share a cigarette
And try to remember what we tried to forget

He say "Do you remember?"
He say "Do you recall?"
I say yeah I remember, oh, I remember it all
Every time that cold wind blows
Every time I hear that sound
Late night trains shunting down by the river
I remember windy town

We come so far and we move so fast
Making hay see it all go past
Round the world and round again
Up and down on that gravy train
but every time that cold wind blows
Every time I hear that sound
The east coast cross winds on the cold wet stone
I remember windy town

The freezing corners and the empty streets
The burning passion and the cold wet feet
Three tricky miles home every night
Dodging from the shadows underneath those amber light
No car for kissing and nowhere to go
Except inside each other and I loved you so
I held your face as you shivered in the rain
Girl I'll always love you and I'll love you again
Oh everytime, everytime
Every time that cold wind blows
Every time I hear that sound
Late night trains shunting down by the river
I remember windy town
Every time that cold wind blows
Every time I hear that sound
The east coast cross winds on the cold wet stone
I remember windy town




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She talks like thunder
She really lets you know
She keep changing the rules
And leave you nowhere to go
She bore you rigid with the party line
She's so far left she's gonna get left behind

He wants six pretty white spots on each side of the dice
He wants it all to be equal but he needs to throw twice
Now there's a guy in the corner with a smiling gaze
He turns to me and says
I'm gonna buy a hat
'Cos I think it's gonna rain
Got caught out coming here
Ain't gonna get caught again
I'm gonna buy a big one
Like that Mr Gorbachov
And when it's raining all this crap
Oh my hat will keep it off

Now take a look at all them leaders
Desperation in their eyes
The tight faces smiles that cannot hide it
They know no more than you or I

So I'm gonna buy a hat
'Cos here they come again
And everytime they start to blah-blah
It's you and me that gets the rain




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On the restless road to nowhere
There's no certain peace it seems
Desire to keep on moving
till the river of dreams
Is it just because someone told you
Is it just because you found
Old freedom feels uneasy when duty is around

When allegiance asks the questions
Old freedom twists and turns
And chokes on codes of honour
On the sword of no return

And it's the curse of the traveller
The curse of the traveller
Got a hold of me
And it won't let you be

And in sleepless nights
You'll call her name
And feel loneliness cold to the bone
And when the daylight breaks
This old tired heart aches
To be such a long way, such a long way from home

And you long for the harbourlights
But you'll never be free
Of the craving for refuge
And the call of the sea
Always wanting to sell up
But always needing to buy
So till the road leads to somewhere
And that river runs dry

It's the curse of the traveller
Ain't gonna let you be
The curse of the traveller
And it sure got a hold of me



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When you sing of the joy only love can bring
Heaven knows it's in my heart and my soul
Caught in a world full of tears
So many bad times and fears
So while there's a chance and you're near

Let's dance
Let's dance

There's a world far away from the one we see
There's a dream I will never let go
One thing is certainly true
This moment's for me and for you
So while there's not a thing that we can do

Let's dance
Let's dance

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There's a feathered cloud in an open sky
And the pale-tailed moon goes sailing by
This old engine housing's streaked with rain
And we're pushing down on them chains again
Friend we're like the wind that blows
Like the sea we come and go

And I'm not trying to tell you
How I think that it should be
I know deep down inside
We are yearning to be free
And you're only gonna think of No 1
So what am I to say
No matter what you do
We're always hurting anyway
Forever our hearts will be
Always running for what we see
By the strings of this old guitar
I swear, Que sera

And you're rolling down old runway ten
And the present becomes the past and then
Rotating through the driving rain
And you're way above those clouds again
And I'm not trying to tell you
How I think that it should be
I know deep down inside
We are yearning to be free
And you're only gonna think of No 1
So what am I to say
No matter what you do
We're always hurting anyway

Forever our hearts will be
Always running for what we see
By the strings of this old guitar
I swear, Que sera




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Instrumental

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It's been so long now since we first met
But the time and place I will never forget
Darling, never

Trough good and bad we stood the tested time
You say I'm yours and darling you're still mine
Forever

So smile for me
'Cos it's there for all to see
After all this time
Through the rain and tears
After all this time
After all these years
I'm only loving you again

And I'll keep holding on girl I won't let go
I want you near me where ever I go
Please say, forever

And I give thanks for what you've given me
And in my heart girl there'll always be
A light
That shines through the darkest night
After all this time
Through the rain and tears
After all this time
After all these years
I'm only loving you again

So smile for me
'Cos it's there for all to see
After all this time
Through the rain and tears
After all this time
After all these years
I'm only loving you again

Through the rain and tears
till the sun dries up the sea
till the rivers they run dry
I'm gonna be loving you again




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There's a time and place everywhere I go
When the river meets the sea
Somewhere between the gates of dreams
And the turning of the key
There's a cutting edge there's a real fine line
And it's caught in come and go
And you're leaving what you thought you knew
To what you've come to know
Oh when the twilight turns at the end of day
And the angels kiss the moon
There's a certain smile on a certain face
And it could not be too soon
There's a diamond sun everywhere she goes
And there ain't no other way
I am gonna dream tonight
By the pale moonlight
Till the morning comes my way


I'm walking tall
And I'm walking fine
And I'm up there
With that girl of mine

And I'm standing in the twilight now
Yeah I'm standing by her side
Oh I'm gazing in that gate of dreams
Underneath that midnight sky
'Cos there's a diamond sun everywhere she goes
And there ain't no other way
I'm gonna dream tonight
By that pale moonlight
till the morning comes my way

I'm walking tall
And I'm walking fine
And I'm up there
With that girl of mine



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Your head spins round on a Monday
And the daylight's in your eyes
How you laughed and cursed tomorrow
Now he's standing by your side
You touched the stars at midnight
The whole world seem to shout 'Hello'
Now your throat is tired and heavy
And only one can go

I'll be all right though I may cry
The tears that flow they always dry
It's just that I would rather be with you now
And every time I see that star
I will say a prayer for you
Now and forever September blue

I'll be all right though I may cry
The tears that flow they always dry
It's just that I would rather be with you now
And every time I see that star
I will say a prayer for you
Now and forever September blue
'Cos I'll always love you
September blue

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I don't care anymore
All the things I hear you say
Don't care anymore
You're always lying anyway
Got a sweet little girl
And it's such a sunny day
Heard it all before
Gonna hear it some more
But you must understand one thing
I don't care anymore

I got a sweet little girl
And it's such a sunny day
I don't care
I don't care anymore

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Instrumental

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Danielle's Breakfast (instrumental)

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