100 FLOORS OF PERCEPTION 100 mile high city Falling to the floor Everybody’s in it Falling to the floor
Will I ever find some peace of mind Ever in the world
Baby he’s a crying On his mother’s knee Bankers they’re a lying Dealt us to our knees
Will we ever find some peace of mind Ever please
Take us to the doctor But the doctor makes mistakes Take us to the lawyers But the lawyers over-paid Take you anywhere Where you can show your face to the world
100 mile high city Falling to the floor Everybody’s in it Falling to the floor
Will I ever find some peace of mind again Ever in the world
Baby he’s a screaming Papers they’re agreeing I can see no reason Should be screaming treason Will we ever find no peace of mind Ever in the world
MRS MAYLIE It’s so nice in Mrs Maylie’s house I’d spend my life in Mrs Maylie’s house Count my time counting the moon I’d spend my life in Mrs Maylie’s house It’s so nice in Mrs Maylie’s house I’d spend my life in Mrs Maylie’s house Count my time counting the moon It’s so nice in Mrs Maylie’s house
Well good morning Mrs Maylie It’s so nice to wake in sunshine Spent my short life in prison Was my birth that was my first crime
I’d like to pick some flowers And arrange them around your room And I love to spend the hours ‘Fore they’re snatched away too soon
Well I love it in the country And loath the London mire And there’s no one who’s been kinder In my wretched little life
Oh good morning Mrs Maylie And your daughter seems so nice An open heart’s my saviour And my trusting is my vice
SATURDAY It’s a cold blue hello Monday morning And your clock strikes a blow and a warning ‘Cos you’re only at the weekend living And your wife and friends are unforgiving
There’s a cut in your face off your shaving In the mirror in the sea a man is waving He’s remarkably like you so he’s worth saving And your wife and your friends do all the blaming
I don’t go for that My name is Saturday I’m the girl in the car/drunk afternoon I’m the drink at the bar I’m plenty I don’t go for that My name is Saturday I am dressed for the night I’m the radio on I’m twenty
JUST A LITTLE BIT OF LOVE Down town breaks the morning sun The day’s begun – you’re on your way now Don’t give a stupid thought The answer that it don’t deserve now Don’t hang your hat on words That are absurd but so beguiling What you need’s not far away It’s on your face so keep on smiling
It’s just a little bit of love you need Just a little bit more But you’re so hard to please Shut behind your door But hey! I’m not stupid I’m just in love
Night lights call the moths to flight To play and fight the day is breaking Out on the choking roads The busy droves are money making Don’t make a cross to bear The weight of which needs too much timing What you need is in your hands It’s on your face so keep trying
It’s just a little bit of love you need Just a little bit more But you’re so hard to please Shut behind your door But hey! I’m not stupid I’m just in love
And all of the time Your face looks fine But I know you’re not You hide away Your own mistakes But you know they’re not And they shout out loud
It’s just a little bit of love you need Just a little bit more But you’re so hard to please Shut behind your door But hey! I’m not stupid I’m just in love
OLD PAIR OF JEANS I aint a cowboy no more I know what you're thinking, guess you heard it before I get so tired yet can't sleep Or maybe I'm there this could all be a dream I wish you didn't get hung up so easily, When you're bound to fall apart, you always fall apart at the seams I'm so worn, I'm so torn, tossed aside like an old pair of jeans
I aint a cowboy no more You won't hear my spurs clinck down the hall I learnt the trade off the street I hold my head up everytime time that we meet I wish you didn't get hung up so easily When you're bound to fall apart, you always fall apart at the seams I'm so worn, I'm so torn, tossed aside like an old pair of jeans
Well I got no choice You know you just take me over Well you'll never see me dyin' Or ever stop me tryin' God willin' always keep me flyin'...high
I aint a cowboy no more I know what you're thinking, guess you heard it before I learnt the trade off the street I hold my head up everytime that we meet I wish you didn't get hung up so easily When you're bound to fall apart, you always fall apart at the seams I'm so worn, I'm so torn, tossed aside like an old pair of jeans
Yeah, like an old pair of jeans Yeah, like an old pair of jeans Yeah, like an old pair of jeans Like an old pair of jeans.
SING CHILDREN SING Don’t you know about the bogey man He will come and take you by the hand Take you from this pleasant land and away
Don’t you know about the sandman Comes at night and takes you by the hand Takes you from your Bedford land and away
Sing Children Sing Come into the light right now And sing
Don’t you know about the child catcher Throw you in a cage much faster Than your slowly changing childhood days have gone away
Don’t you know about the ogre man He will come and take you by the hand He will eat you just where you stand And you’re gone away
So sing children sing Come into the light right now And sing
Have you heard about Uncle Sam He will always make a stand Come and free you and take command And then stay
Have you heard about his best friend Winning smile and curly hair And like a best friend he’s always there And he will stay
So sing children sing Come into the light right now And sing
HARRY KIDNAP Harry don’t fly – not like he used to All the games he used to play Are broken on the playground floor and useless Harry don’t smile – not like he used to All the laughs have gone away They haunt the playboy bar where we used to go
But Harry Kidnap’s cool But Harry Kidnap’s cool He wrote all the rules
We’ll get by like we used to When he used to run the show He will smile and look youthful Such a shame he had to go Say a prayer for the boxers For the builders to a man Sing a song for the dreamers For the fathers and sons
He played his hand – just like he used to Just the same the king you played Is beaten by the ace of spades – he’s ruthless
Harry won’t cry – when you are crying All the tales like peeling bells Will tell of nights when racehorses are flying home
MAGIC CARPET DAYS I can’t hold on to one thought Long enough to take you and me away Magic carpet day
I can’t hold on for too long Keeping all my memories at bay Magic carpet day
Hold on for dear life The world looks small from this height Careening through our magic carpet day
The world won’t shake you Knock you down and break you Steering through these magic carpet days
I can’t back off and be quiet But I’d never leave you standing in the rain Magic carpet day
My arms will always hold you And lay you tired to rest from a brand new day Magic carpet day
THE WORD It’s too bad if you hear the word And decide that it’s all too absurd Punch the air and believe it When the crowd cries out its agreement
And if I get to heaven tomorrow I will that it’s time I just borrowed Then look the guard in the face As he locks the keys away
Please please please Just before you go Your glass is only half empty But you’re full on so where is the show But you’re full on so where is the show
And I counted all of the jars And the labels told their names And I counted all of the cars Down the avenues and the lanes
And a light will shine on you And deliver me the day And I’ll dance between your feet Down the avenues and the trees
Please please please Just before you go Your glass is only half empty But you’re full on so where is the show But you’re full on so where is the show
I count hours; they’re only waiting But in between you find something so real You’re elated
Please please please Just before you go Your glass is only half empty But you’re full on so where is the show But you’re full on so where is the show
VILLAGE LIFE Village life, everybody knows the wife Knows how many pints you like And where you park your bike at night
That’s ok I wouldn’t want it any other way Rue St Denis or St Tropez Over the hill or far away
On the green I saw you with sweet sixteen You didn’t see me you were quite obscene Now the neighbours know where you’ve been
In the town mother’s friends all pull the shutters down Father no more buys a round Because you were the village clown
POSTAL LOW,LOW,LOW,LOW LOW,LOW,LOW,LOW (YEAH,YEAH,YEAH,YEAH,YEAH)
STANDING BY THE POST OFFICE TRYIN' TO SEND A LETTER TO MY WIFE (DIDN'T SEE IT COMING 'ROUND)
THE CRAZY POLITICIANS TRIED TO LOWER THE STREET SIGNS AND LIGHTS HEAD LIGHTS,HEAD LIGHTS
THESE DAYS IT DOESN'T SEEM FAIR WHAT LIKE RIGHT NOW
STANDING BY THE POST OFFICE TRYING TO SEND A LETTER TO MY BEST FRIEND
I CARE,I CARE,I CARE,I CARE
CLOSING ALL THE STREET SIGNS CLOSING THE WHITE'S OF EYES,A MEAN MILE (YOU DIDN'T SEE IT COMING,EH)
STANDING BY THE POST OFFICE TRYING TO SEND A LETTER TO MY GOOD FRIEND
(YEAH,YEAH,YEAH,YEAH,YEAH)
BANKER'S CLOSING ALL THE BANKS AND THE STREET SIGNS AREN'T WORKING THEIR ALL BUST NOW
LOW,LOW,LOW,LOW,LOW
I'VE GOT THE ARSE NOW WE DIDN'T SEE IT COMING WE'VE GOT THE ARSE NOW
WHAT'S MINE IS YOURS Hello, where have you been, it’s been so long now I’ve been locked in the machine, left all alone Oh what’s mine is yours, what’s mine is yours Oh what’s mine is yours, take what you need
You took what you could, conquered the World now You said I misunderstood and left me behind
I don’t care for possessions, I only had time for love Now you come home and you’ve got nothing left but me What’s mine is yours
Once we were the same, nothing between us But you who bought everything, you tore us apart But still what’s mine is yours, I’ll be your salvation Oh what’s mine is yours, take what you need
What’s mine is yours What’s mine is yours What’s mine is yours What’s mine is yours
FELL IN LOVE ON THE STREET AGAIN I fell in love on the street again It’s a love that is wrong Tramp the floor with my feet again I’ve been walking so long
Can anyone really tell you Does anyone really know I fell in love on the street again You can guess they said no
Time runs out of time A time to walk a time to run But I ran out of time Love on the street is no fun
I roamed between a hundred hotel rooms A hundred numbers on the doors I sang a song with the bedroom queens I sang in tune with them all
ROCKFIELD I’ll meet you at the Gate House But I can’t be late you see I’m going to Rockfield Are you going to Rockfield
I want to make some sounds there Out there in the open air I’m going to Rockfield Are you going to Rockfield
Stop all the shouting Stop all the screaming Demanding phone calls ringing I can’t hear me bleeding I can’t hear what you’re saying When everyone is talking I can’t see the line between The sky and the tightrope walker I’m going to Rockfield
OVER MY HEAD I like it best When I’m over my head When I’m bleeding I love When I’m owing to you
I’ll come running….oh running Don’t leave me too long, too long I’m running
I like it best When I’m out of my way When I’m out of my way When I’m owing to you
Please need me more Hold both my hands We’re far down the road We’ll run cross the sands
And we’ll be running…..oh running etc
SMILE Smile won’t you smile Like they smile at you upon TV All the smiles stare back at me And so I smile as we while Down along the broken mile The road is broke but we’re alive And so we smile
All you need is a better year All you need is the loving cup and dance
I called you on the phone But nobody was home ‘Cos you’re not you Why do you have to break your heart in two All on your own
All you need is a better year All you need is the loving cup and dance
Got you in the corner In the middle of something You’re round the curve In the middle of nothing It’s not enough It’s not enough
Live in Birmingham 
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