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Release date:
05.79
Tracks:
1. Once Upon a Time in the West
(5:14)
2. News (4:11)
3. Where Do You Think You're Going
? (3:43)
4. Communiqué (5:42)
5. Lady Writer (3:38)
6. Angel of Mercy (4:29)
7. Portobello Belle (4:21)
8. Single Handed Sailor (4:42)
9. Follow Me Home (5:42)
Lyrics:
ONCE UPON A TIME IN
THE WEST
Some people get a cheap
laugh breaking up the speed limit
Scaring the pedestrians
for minute
Crossing up progress
driving on the grass
Leaving just enough 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 you don't do something
Sitting on a fence that's
a dangerous course
Ah, 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 daughter
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
Oh yeah once upon a time
in the west
Oh yeah once upon a time
in the west
Oh yeah once upon a time
in the west
Once upon a time in the
west
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
loose
He's burning the grass
Ha take up a glass
He swallow it neat
He crosses the floor
he open the door
He take a sniff of the
street
And then she tell him
that he's crazy
She's a-saying hey baby
I'm your wife
Yeah 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 say it's a shame
You know it may be a
game
Ah but I won't play to
loose
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
WHERE DO YOU THINK
YOU'RE GOING ?
Where d'ya think you're
going
Don't you know it's dark
outside
Where d'ya think you're
going
Don't you care about
my pride
Where d'ya think you're
going
I think a you don't know
You got no way of knowing
I understand your changes
A-long before you reach
the door
I know what you came
her for
And now I'm sick of joking
You know I like you to
be free
A-where d'ya think ya
going
I think you better go
with me girl
You say there is no reason
But you still find cause
to doubt me
If you ain't with me
girl
You're gonna be without
me
Where d'ya think you're
going
Don't you know it's dark
outside
Where d'ya think you're
going
I wish I didn't care
about my pride
And now I'm sick of joking
You know I like you to
be free
A-where d'ya think ya
going
I think you better go
with me girl
We wanna get a statement
for Jesus' sake
It's like a talking to
a wall
He's incummunicado
No comment to make
He's saying nothing at
all
Yeah but in the communique
You know he's gonna come
clean
Think what he say
Say what he means
Maybe on a 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 he made
Maybe he 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 a Monday he
got something to say
Communication
Communique
Communique
Well now the rumours are
flying
Speculation rife
They say that he's been
trying someone else's wife
Somebody at the airport
Somebody on the phone
Say he's at the station
and he's coming home alone
Then we get the story
The serious piece
And a photography a taken
in the hall
And 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 mean
Maybe on a Monday he'll
have something to say
Communication
Communique
Communique
Communication
Lady Writer on the TV
Talk about the Virgin
Mary
Reminded me of you
Expectations left to
come up to yeah
Lady writer on the TV
Yeah, 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
Then I recall my fall
from grace
Another time, another
place
Lady writer on the TV
She had all the brains
and the beauty
The picture does not
fit
You talked to me when
you felt like it
Just the way that her
hair fell down around her face
Then I recall my fall
from grace
Another time, another
place
Yes and your rich old
man
You know he'd call her
a dead ringer
You got the same command
Plus you mother was a
jazz singer
Just the way that her
hair fell down around her face
Then 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 you just
the same as 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
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
Well there's a Peter Pan
moon, shepherd's delight
I got the 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 armour
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 talkin', we can talk later on
Let the saxophone play
us till the chorus of dawn
And 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 gotta get into it,
you gotta tell me that I'm more than a lover
Yeah angel of mercy, angel
delight
A-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
A-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
A-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
Belladonna's on the high
street
Her breasts upon the
off beat
And the stalls are just
the side shows
Victoriana's old clothes
And yes her jeans are
tight now
She gotta travel light
now
She's gotta tear up all
her roots now
She got a turn up for
the boots now
Yeah she thinks she's
tough
She ain't no English
rose
But the blind singer
He's seen enough and
he knows
Yes and he do a song
About a long gone Irish
girl
Ah but I got one for
you Portobello Belle
She sees a man upon his
back there
Escaping from a sack
there
And belladonna lingers
Her gloves they got no
fingers
Yeah, the blind man singing
Irish
He get his money in a
tin dish
Just a corner serenader
Upon a time he could
have made her, made her
Yeah, she thinks she's
tough
She ain't no English
rose
Ah, but the blind singer
He's seen enough and
he knows
Yes and do a song
About a long gone Irish
girl
Ah but I got one for
you Portobello Belle
Yes and the barrow boys
are hawking
And a Parakeet is squawking
Upon a truck there is
a rhino
She get the crying of
a wino
And then she hear the
reggae rumble
Belladonna's in the jungle
But she is no garden
flower
There is no distress
in the tower
Oh, belladonna walks
Belladonna taking a stroll
But she don't care about
your window box
Or your button hole
Yes and she sing a song
about a long gone Irish girl
Ah but I got one for
you Portobello Belle
Two in the morning dry-dock
town
The river rolls in the
night
Little gypsy moth she's
all tied down
She quiver in the wind
and the light
Yeah and a sailing ship
is just held down in chains
From the lazy days of
sail
She's just a lying there
in silent pain
He lean on the tourist
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
The 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's one green light
And a man on a barge
of sand
She's gonna slip away
below him
Away from the things
he's done
But he just shouts 'hey
man what 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
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
Virgin 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 no priest
But I love all of the
people
Yes I share the feast
So I 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