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Release date:
25.9.2000
Tracks (the worldwide release):
1. What It Is (4.55)
2. Sailing To Philadelphia
(5.28)
3. Who's Your Baby Now
(3.03)
4. Baloney Again (5.09)
5. The Last Laugh (3.20)
6. Silvertown Blues (5.30)
7. El Macho (5.28)
8. Prairie Wedding (4.24)
9. Wanderlust (3.51)
10. Speedway At Nazareth (6.20)
11. Junkie Doll (4.33)
12. Sands of Nevada (3.51)
13. One More Matinee (4.05)
Tracks (the version to be released
in USA and Canada):
1. What It Is (4.55)
2. Sailing To Philadelphia
(5.28)
3. Who's Your Baby Now
(3.03)
4. Baloney Again (5.09)
5. The Last Laugh (3.20)
6. Do America (4.10)
7. El Macho (5.28)
8. Prairie Wedding (4.24)
9. Wanderlust (3.51)
10. Speedway At Nazareth (6.20)
11. Junkie Doll (4.33)
12. Silvertown Blues (5.30)
13. Sands of Nevada (3.51)
Tracks (the version to be released in UK):
1. What It Is (4.55)
2. Sailing To Philadelphia
(5.28)
3. Who's Your Baby Now
(3.03)
4. Baloney Again (5.09)
5. The Last Laugh (3.20)
6. Do America (4.10)
7. Silvertown Blues (5.30)
8. El Macho (5.28)
9. Prairie Wedding (4.24)
10. Wanderlust (3.51)
11. Speedway At Nazareth (6.20)
12. Junkie Doll (4.33)
13. Sands of Nevada (3.51)
14. One More Matinee (4.05)
The drinking dens are spilling
out
There's staggering in the square
There's lads and lasses falling
about
And a crackling in the air
Down around the dungeon doors
The shelters and the queues
Everybody's looking for
Somebody's arms to fall into
And it's what it is
It's what it is now
There's frost on the graves
and the monuments
But the taverns are warm in
town
People Curse the government
And shovel hot food down
The lights are out in the city
hall
The castle and the keep
The moon shines down upon it
all
The legless and asleep
And it's cold on the tollgate
With the wagons creeping through
Cold on the tollgate
God knows what I could do with
you
And it's what it is
It's what it is now
The garrison sleeps in the citadel
With the ghosts and the ancient
stones
High up on the parapet
A Scottish piper stands alone
And high on the wind
The highland drums begin to
roll
And something from the past
just comes
And stares into my soul
And it's cold on the tollgate
With the Caledonian Blues
Cold on the tollgate
God knows what I could do with
you
And it's what it is
It's what it is now
What it is
It's what it is now
There's a chink of light, there's
a burning wick
There's a lantern in the tower
Wee Willie Winkie with a candlestick
Still writing songs in the
wee wee hours
On Charlotte Street I take
A walking stick from my hotel
The ghost of Dirty Dick
Is still in search of Little
Nell
And it's what it is
It's what it is now
Oh what it is
What it is now
I am a Jeremiah Dixon
I am a Geordie Boy
A glass of whine with you,
sir
And the ladies I'll enjoy
All Durham and Northumberland
Is measured up by my own hand
It was my fate from birth
To make my mark upon the earth...
He calls me Charlie Mason
A stargazer am I
It seems that I was born
To chart the evening sky
They'd cut me out for baking
bread
But I had other dreams instead
This baker's boy from the west
country
Would join the Royal Society...
We are sailing to Philadelphia
A wold away from the coaly
Tyne
Sailing to Philadelphia
To draw the line
The Mason-Dixon line
Now you're a good surveyor,
Dixon
But I swear you'll make me
mad
The West will kill us both
You gullible Geordie lad
You talk of liberty
How can America be free
A Geordie and a baker's boy
In the forest of the Iroquois...
Now hold your head up, Mason
See America lies there
The morning tide has raised
The capes of Delaware
Come up and feel the sun
A new morning is begun
Another day will make it clear
Why your stars should guide
us here...
We are sailing to Philadelphia
A world away from the coaly
Tyne
Sailing to Philadelphia
To draw the line
The Mason-Dixon line
The rock your stood upon
Is broken up and gone
Hey baby, who's your baby now
On the slipway of your dream
Stands someone else's scheme
Hey baby, who's your baby now
Your baby now, baby now
Your baby now, your baby now
The ancient trade you ply
Ain't enough to get you by
Hey baby, who's your baby now
The yard is locked and closed
The old guard has been deposed
Hey baby, who's your baby now
Your baby now, baby now
Your baby now, your baby now
You always had to be the kind
To have to say what's on your
mind
And hey, you really showed
'em how
You used to laugh about
how you used yo dish it out
But hey, who's laughing now
'Cos the rock you stood upon
Is broken up and gone
Hey baby, who's your baby now
Yeh the rock you stood upon
Is broken up and gone
Hey baby, who's your baby now
We don't eat in no white restaurant
We're eating in the car
Baloney again, baloney again
We don't sleep in no white
hotel bed
We're sleepin' in the car,
baloney again
You don't strut around in these
country towns
You best stay in the car
Look on ahead don't stare around
You best stay where you are
You're a long way from home,
boy
Don't push your luck too far
Baloney again
Twenty-two years we've sung
the world
Since nineteen thirty-one
Amen, I say amen
Now the young folk want to
praise the Lord
With guitar, bass and drums,
amen
Well I'll never get tired of
Jesus
But it's been a heavy load
Carrying His precious love
Down a long dirt road
We're a long way from home
Just let's pay the man and
go
Baloney again
The lord is my shepherd
He leadeth me in pastures green
He gave us this day
Our daily bread and gasoline
Go under the willow
Park her up beside the stream
Shoulders for pillows
Lay down your head and dream
Shoulders for pillows
Lay down your head and dream
Don't you love the sound
Of the last laugh my friend
Don't you love the sound
Of the last laugh at the end
Down in the guttar with the
mad old soldiers
Down in the scuppers with the
drunken sailors
Down in the guttar with the
mad old soldiers
But the last laugh, baby is
yours
And don't you love the sound
Of the last laugh going down
Games you thought you'd learned
You neither lost nor won
Dreams have crashed and burned
But you're still going on
Out on the highway with the
road gang working
Up on the mountain with the
cold wind blowing
Out on the highway with the
road band working
But the last laugh, baby is
yours
And don't you love the sound
Of the last laugh going down
They had you crying but you
came up smiling
They had you crawling and you
came up flying
They had you crying and you
came up smiling
And the last laugh, baby is
yours
And don't you love the sound
Of the last laugh going down
Yeh don't you love the sound
Of the last laugh going down
Well I've been it ever since
I was a kid at school
Now they love me in Newcastle
and in Liverpool
I'm as hot as a pistol I can
do no wrong
I've been to Birmingham and
Bristol playing my song
Take a 777 to the USA
Gonna party all night I'm gonna
sleep all day
See New York 'cos I've never
been
New York city in a limousine
Gonna do America do do America
Do America do do America now
Take a 777 over to LA
Gonna party all night I'm gonna
sleep all day
Wake up and drive around
Get the coolest girls in town
Do America do do America
Do America do do America now
And all the people go na na
And all the people go ra ra
And all the people go ga ga
when I
Do America do do America
Do America do do America
Do America do do America
Do America do do America now
Backstage passes for the food
and booze
Sunglasses for my interviews
Statue of Liberty
Everybody looking at me
Do America do do America
Do America do do America now
Do America do do America
Do America do do America now
On Silvertown Way the cranes
stand high
Quiet and gray against the
still of the sky
They won't quit and lay down
though the action has died
They watch the new game in
town on the Blackwall side
From the poisonous drains a
vision appears
A new circle of cranes, a new
reason to be here
A big silver dome rising up
into the dawn
Above the church and the homes
where all the silver is gone
If I'd a bucket of gold, what
would I do
I'd leave the story untold
Silvertown Blues
Going down in Silvertown
Down in Silvertown
Going down in Silvertown
Down in Silvertown
A silver dawn steals over the
docks
A truck with no wheels up on
the cinderblocks
Men with no dreams around a
fire in a drum
Scrap metal schemes rusted
over and done
If I'd a bucket of gold, silver
would do
I'd leave the story untold
Silvertown Blues
And I'm going down in
Down in Silvertown
Going down in Silvertown
Down in Silvertown
When you're standing on thin
and dangerous ice
You can knock and walk in for
citizens' advice
They'll tell you where you
can turn, where you can go
There's nothing they can tell
me I don't already know
If I'd a bucket of gold, silver
would do
I'd leave the story untold
Silvertown Blues
And I'm going down in
Down in Silvertown
Going down in Silvertown
Down in Silvertown
From the Caning Town train I
see a billboard high
There's a big silver plane
rising up into the sky
And I can make out the words
'seven flights every day'
Says six of those birds are
bound for J.F.K.
If I'd a bucket of gold, what
would I do
I'd leave the story untold
Silvertown Blues
And I'm going down in
Down in Silvertown
Going down in Silvertown
Down in Silvertown
Your date has gone home
Now you're left on your own
sweet own
Your tough-talkin' friend
Split on you in the bitter
end
And you look like a fine thing
Jerry
Yeh you look like a fine thing
Jerry
They say you're a star
That's what the boys all say
you are
I don't see much TV
So you don't mean shit to me
But you look like a fine thing
Jerry
Yeh you look like a fine thing
Jerry
They got a name for people like
you
Yeh they do
And they got a name for people
like me too
El Macho, El Macho
Now they want you to sing
Don't get shy or anything
The boys are all here
Gonna buy you another beer
'Cos you look like a fine thing
Jerry
Yeh you look like a fine thing
Jerry
El Macho, El Macho
We only knew eachoter by letter
I went to meet her off the
train
When the smoke had cleared
and the dust was still
She was standing there and speaking
my name
I guarantee she looked like
an angel
I couldn't think of what I
should say
But when Adam saw Eve in the
garden
I believe he felt the selfsame
way
I handed her up on the wagon
And I loaded up her trunk behind
She was sitting up there with
the gold in her hair
And I tried to get hold of
my mind
Do you think that you could
love me Mary
Do you think we got a chance
of a life
Do you think that you could
love me Mary
Now you are to be my wife
We finally headed out of the
station
And we drove up to the home
trail
And when we came to the farm
she laid a hand on my arm
I thought my resolution would
fail
And I froze as she stepped
in the doorway
Stood there as still as could
be
I said I know it ain't much,
it needs a woman's touch
Lord she turned around and looked at me
Do you think that you could
love me Mary
You think we got a chance of
a life
Do you think that you could
love me Mary
Now you are to be my wife
We had a prairie wedding
There was a preacher and a
neighbour or two
I gave my golden thing a gold
wedding ring
And the both of us said I do
And when the sun's going down
on the prairie
And the gold in her hair is
aflame
I say do you really love my
Mary
And I hold her and I whisper
her name
Do you think that you could
love me Mary
You think we got a chance of
a life
Do you think that you could
love me Mary
Now you are to be my wife
Big black cloud
On a yellow plain
Sure enough it
Looks like rain
Packin' up all our
Faith and trust
Me and the wanderlust
Open window
Empty bed and chair
Who's that callin'
Ain't nobody there
I look behind me
And I see there's just
Me and the wanderlust
Dead of night
I had a dream
Sky was bright yes and the
Fields were green
I was down the road
In a cloud of dust
Me and the wanderlust
And I'm on the edge
Of an endless fall
Sure enough
He's come to call
Got to go now
Get on that bus
Me and the wanderlust
After two thousand came two
thousand and one
To be the new champions we
were there for to run
From springtime in Arizona
'til the fall in Monterey
And the raceways were the battlefields
and we fought 'em all the way
Was at Phoenix in the morning
I had a wake-up call
She went around without a warning
put me in the wall
I drove Long Beach, California
with three cracked vertebrae
And we went on to Indianapolis,
Indiana in May
Well the Brickyard's there to
crucify I went flat through the turns
But I was down in the might-have-beens
and an old pal good as died
And I sat down in Gasoline
Alley and I cried
Well we were in at the kill
again on the Milwaukee Mile
And in June up in Michigan
we were robbed at Belle Isle
Then it was on the Portland,
Oregon for the G.I. Joe
And I'd blown off almost everyone
when my motor let go
New England, Ontario we died
in the dirt
Those walls from mid-Ohio to
Toronto they hurt
So we came to Road America
where we burned up the lake
But at the speedway at Nazareth
I made no mistake
Turnpike Lane, Turnpike Lane
You spiked my arm
But you missed the vein
Now it's all gone
But the scars remain
Junkie doll, I was stuck on
you
My junkie doll
Turnham Green, Turnham Green
You took me high
As I've ever been
Now it's all gone
And now I'm clean
Junkie doll, I was stuck on
you
My junkie doll
And a little bit of this'd get
you up
And a little bit of that'd
get you down
A little bit of this'd get
you up
And a little bit of that'd
get you down
And a little bit of this'd
get you up
A little bit of that'd get
you down
A little bit of this'd get
you up
A little bit of that'd get
you down
Turnpike Lane, Turnpike Lane
You took my heart
Pan American
Now rain or shine
It's all the same
Junkie doll, I was stuck on
you
My junkie doll
And a little bit of this'd get
you up
A little bit of that'd get
you down
A little bit of this'd get
you up
A little bit of that'd get
you down
And a little bit of this'd
get you up
A little bit of that'd get
you down
A little bit of this'd get
you up
A little bit of that'd get
you down
These tables are haunted
By the ghost of Las Vegas
Their chips were once mountains
But they came here to play
They could take me if they
wanted
But I have nothing worth counting
And like the sands of Nevada
They go drifting away
Lady luck's still a mystery
With her head on my shoulders
And I don't know why
I still want her to dance
I guess that's all history
What it is is I'm older
And I'm still a fool
for a one-way romance
Her dice were red rubies
They rolled and they tumbled
And I never saw time
Running out with my roll
And in a wasteland of cut glass
My dreams have all crumbled
And I've paid with whatever
I had left for a soul
Now the dawn's broken even
On an empty horizon
No reason for folding
No reason to stay
It's too soon to be leaving
Too late for criticising
And the sands of Nevada
They go drifting away
Here's one of the two of us
In 1954 don't laugh
I keep all of the pictures
Are you going to take a photograph
Here's something nice for you
A dear old thing came to a
show
Last time here we did
An interview on local radio
Make yourself at home my darling
Come on in
Hand me down that jar love
Can I offer you a gin
We're proud to be the oldest
Ugly sisters in variety
There's not the glamour now
you see
What happened to society
There's another light bulb
gone
They don't all answer to the
switch
I don't know how we carry on
And her she couldn't care the
bitch
But in a while the old boys
In the band begin to play
And in a while the houselights
And the curtains slide away
And something's going to happen
To make your whole life better
Your whole life better one
day
Something's going to happen
To make your whole life better
Your whole life better one
day
Now the landlady's all squared
away
It's just a temporary deal
I'm afraid tonight it's take-away
You see there is no evening
meal
Don't worry dear you shall
go to the ball
I think the fairy said
These suitcases have seen it
all
From under someone else's bed
You want to smile those tears
away
Now don't you cry
You want to know what I say
I say never say die
'Cos something's going to happen
To make your whole life better
Your whole life better one
day
Something's going to happen
To make your whole life better
Your whole life better one
day