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Future Shock (1981)
1981
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One For The Road
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13.
Take A Hold Of Yourself
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The Maelstrom (Longer Than The A Side)
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17.
Your Sisters On My List
18.
Handles On Her Hips
19.
Higher And Higher
20.
I Might As Well Go Home (Mystic)
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Gillan-McCoy-Tormé

If tomorrow is the day before we think it is
Are we doing what we've done before
If the future is splitting of infinities
Are we living in the past, can we really be sure
Is this the future shock

Do you recognise the symptoms of uncertainty
Are we serving any purposes at all
There is only one thing that is sure to be
And you know you can be sure, sure of nothing at all
Is this the future shock

You're going the wrong way if you're looking out for paradise
You know your future is lying deep in your brain
And you can get there just by throwing out the bad advice
Ah yes I've tried it so I know, but I'm going insane
Is this the future shock

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Gillan-Towns

The desert air was cold
And the moon was shining bright
As I rode out of Phoenix
There was tension in the night
Someone was walking on my grave
I said I know
That something is happening tonight

A night ride out of Phoenix
In the desert on a skewbald mare
Moon bright shining over Phoenix
A horse walking while the lizards stare

Alone in the night with the bloom of a desert rose
Alone in the night I'm never going home

Alongside on a jet black stallion
Came riding from out of the air
He just smiled and pointed to heaven
And I knew what was waiting there

Scared in the night looking down from a desert sky
Flying in the night watching Phoenix die

Fly
Night ride out of Phoenix
Fly by the Devil's side
Flying on the vengeance ride
Cold in the night watching Phoenix die

For some reason I'd been chosen
To be a witness to the Devil's hate
But I knew that those burned in Phoenix
Had left me to a darker fate

Scared in the night looking down from a desert sky
Flying in the night watching Phoenix die

Fly
Night ride out of Phoenix
Fly by the Devil's side
Flying on the vengeance ride
Cold in the night watching Phoenix die

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Gillan-McCoy-Tormé

Gotta travel overnight
Get aboard pack in tight
The sleeping arrangements are really poor
Six on the wall and two on the floor
The Lucitania Express

Pass the bottle from under your poncho
I'm gonna drink 'till I fall unconcho
The Lucitania Express

Going to Madrid from Lisbon
This train is a flying machine
Counting our money and wisdom
Fifty pesetas and one broken dream

Lost my faith in this old train
Ain't no better than a broken drain

Kick the porter and set him alight
We're gonna have some fun tonight
The Lucitania Express

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I used to be a sinner, used to have my cake and eat it
They warned me of my fate, but I was quite prepared to meet it
You'll go to Hell they smiled at me
And told me of the roaring fires
But I was happy living wild
And fueling my own desires
I was a wild man
Drinking, smoking and messing around with women
Lots of women
No, not swimming, women

I wanna go to Heaven
The place to be is right up there
I wanna go to Heaven
It's gonna be good so I won't despair

I decided to reform and pray
Beg mercy for my soul
I prayed in church
Threw away my bad habits
Prayed out of church
Adopted an entirely different role
I gave my money to the poor until I was poor
But at least I ensured that I would go up there
Instead of down below to the Inferno
Where the evil flames of desire
Burned higher and higher and higher

I'm gonna go to Heaven
Paid my dues so I'm getting in
I'm gonna go to Heaven
It's looking good if I abstain from sin

I knocked on the pearly gates
Neatly side-stepping the long queue
Waved hi to St. Peter
Who checked my card and let me through
I smiled, threw my hands in the air
Laughed and got arrested
They said hey man, you're in the wrong place
Your behaviour is a disgrace
Here we pray every hour, on the hour
Read extracts from the Bible and look solemn'
What, says I, no party?
No party?
Let me out

Let me out of Heaven
I got it wrong, no I can't stay here
No laughing in Heaven
Let me out, I just can't stay here

Well I ran around in the state of shock and panic
This wan't what I expected
Here was what looked like a bunch of manic depressives
Can I get a transfer, I screamed
But no, once you're in Heaven, you're here for good
The good of your soul, but that's no good for me
If you want to go to Hell you've really got to be bad
Okay, okay, I'll be bad
Too late
What do you mean too late
Too late
No
In the meantime

Let me out of Heaven
I've got it wrong, no I can't stay here
No laughing in Heaven
Oh God, it's awful here
Going crazy in Heaven
Take me out and let me go to hell
No laughing in Heaven
Don't laugh, this place is Hell

. . .


Gillan-McCoy-Tormé

She stood by the window inviting with a clear silhouette
I could not believe my own eyes so I turned a compete pirouette
She was still there, Sacre Bleu
Why is she carelessly touching her hair
What is she doing to me
Does she know

I went to her door and at the first touch it swung open wide
And before I could stop or go out to find somewhere to hide I was inside
And there she was, Sacre Bleu
She smiled and I knew that I wanted hers
We touched and the world exploded

Now I'm in this prison accused of a bad case of rape
I've told the story but the truth is much to hard to take, I can't escape
What has she done to me, Sacre Bleu
They call me an animal and brand me a cad
But I'm just a gullible lad
She's had and I've been had

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Guida-Royster

I said a hey, hey, hey yeah
I said a hey, hey, hey yeah
Well come on everybody take a trip with me
Well down the Mississippi down to New Orleans
The Honey Suckle's bloomin' on the Honey Suckle vine
And love is a blooming there all the time
You know every Southern Bell is a Mississippi Queen
Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans

I said a hey, hey, hey yeah
I said a hey, hey, hey yeah
Well come on everybody take a trip with me
Well down the Mississippi down to New Orleans
Oh well the magnolia blossom fills the air
If you ain't been to heaven then you ain't been there
You got French Moss growing from big oak tree
Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans

I said a hey, hey, hey yeah
I said look out child yeah, yeah, yeah
I said a hey, hey, hey yeah
I said hey

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Gillan-Towns

When you're thrown out of work
Got no money to eat
You've got nowhere to live
And there's holes in your feet
Bite the Bullet

When it's Saturday night
You've got no money to spend
And watching your girl
Go off with your friend
Bite the Bullet

Believe in tomorrow
There'll be much less sorrow
Look around you at your brothers
You've got more than most others
They can't stop you from living
They can't stop you feeling
They can't stop your dreaming
They can't take that away from you

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Gillan-McCoy-Tormé

The touch of your skin
Alive and glistening
What are you doing to me
You've got a hold on me

The smile in your eye
Your breath and your sigh
What are you doing to me
When will you come to me

I want to be beside you
I want to be inside you
How can I wait much longer
My love is growing stronger
Will you love me
Baby will you stay with me, love me
Will you hold me and love me
I need you, we must be together
Will you stay here forever
If I sing softly to you

Your body so near
The joy and the fear
Soon we shall be as one
I want to be beside you
I want to be inside you
How can I wait much longer
My love is growing stronger
Will you love me
Baby will you stay with me, love me
Will you hold me and love me
I need you, we must be together
Will you stay here forever
If I sing softly to you

. . .


Gillan-McCoy-Tormé

I don't need you you're obsolete
I don't want you hanging round my feet
Don't even share the same track
Don't want you hanging on my back
No don't even want you near me
Don't even want you near me

I'm lonely that's the way to be
So lonely but at least I'm free
I'm scared of trusting in you
I'm scared you're telling me the truth
No I don't want to hear you, I don't want to hear you
Don't want the truth

There's nothing in what you say
It scares me just go away
It doesn't matter what's real
It's just deciding how you feel
No I don't want your pain
I don't want your pain
Don't want the truth

(Repeat third verse)

. . .


Gillan-Towns

She's got a face of a street kid
With the lips of an orchid
And the eyes of a distant dream

She's got the hands of a lover
And the arms of a mother
And the eyes of a future dream

Is there some way of knowing
If there's more than she's showing
In her eyes with a secret dream

We live in the wrong time we're barely alive
There must be a better life
We've to many people too many bodies
How can we all survive

One day no mortality
No more human tragedy
Touch me and I will fight for your dreams

She has a smile of a Princess
But she cries in the darkness
With the tears of another dream

When the old fears are growing
And the terror of knowing
Take us back to our ancient dreams

It's been such a long time yet nothing is done
We're leading a wasted life
We've too many people too many bodies
Fighting all to survive
We live in the wrong time we're barely alive
There must be a better life
We've too many people too many bodies
How can we all survive

One day no mortality
No more human tragedy
Touch me and I will fight for your dreams

. . .

One For The Road

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Gillan-McCoy-Tormé-Underwood

I can't sleep, you treat me so bad
I can't sleep, you make me so mad
I can't sleep, you bring me bad news
You bring me bad news
Don't tell the truth, just tell me some lies
Maybe I'll live, maybe I'll die
I can't sleep, you make me so mad
I can't sleep, you make me so mad

Bad news, you bring me bad news, you bring me bad news
Don't tell the truth, just tell me some lies
Maybe I'll live, maybe I'll die
(repeat this verse again)

Bad news, you bring me bad news
(repeat 8 times)

. . .

Take A Hold Of Yourself

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From where I stand
I see a blind man on a hill
From where I stand
I see the teacher in the valley
From where I stand
I see the blind man on a hill
And he is standing very still
The way it's planned
They'll only let the fools survive
The way it's planned
You would not want to stay alive
Just one big band
It's all they're leaving you to think about
From where I stand
I know just what they're planning
I know they're planning one big bang
And they call it Mutually Assured Destruction
From where I stand
I can see the mushrooms in the sky
From where I stand
I can watch the bleeding children cry
And they will die
And you have no wings to fly
From where I stand
I see the man on the hill
And he is standing very still

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The Maelstrom (Longer Than The A Side)

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If you're looking for trouble
You came to the right place
If you're looking for trouble
Just look right in my face
I was born standing up
And talking back
My daddy was a green-eyed mountain jack
Because I'm evil, my middle name is misery
Well I'm evil, so don?t you mess around with me
Ive never looked for trouble
But I've never ran
I dont take no orders
From no kind of man
I'm only made out
Of flesh, blood and bone
But if you're gonna start a rumble
Don't you try it on alone
Because Im evil, my middle name is misery
Well I'm evil, so don?t you mess around with me
I'm evil, evil, evil, as can be
I'm evil, evil, evil, as can be
So don't mess around don?t mess around don?t mess around with me
I'm evil, I'm evil, evil, evil
So don't mess around, don't mess around with me
I'm evil, I tell you I'm evil
So don't mess around with... me

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Your Sisters On My List

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Handles On Her Hips

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Higher And Higher

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I Might As Well Go Home (Mystic)

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