This is NOT an analysis of a song, merely personal observations about a song that I love. Enjoy. "Oliver's Army" by Elvis Costello From Declan McManus's 1979 album, Armed Forces, this song alludes to several "trouble spots" around the world including South Africa, Palestine, Cyprus and "Checkpoint Charlie". It has been suggested that the "Troubles" in Belfast prompted Costello to write this "anti-occupation anthem". "Hong Kong is up for grabs London is full of Arabs We could be in Palestine Overrun by a Chinese line With the boys from the Mersey and the Thames and the Tyne But there's no danger It's a professional career Though it could be arranged With just a word in Mr. Churchill's ear If you're out of luck or out of work We could send you to Johannesburg" "Oliver's Army"
Written by Declan Macmanus • Copyright © Universal Music Publishing Group Don't start me talking I could talk all night My mind goes sleepwalking While I'm putting the world to right Called careers information Have you got yourself an occupation? Oliver's army is here to stay Oliver's army are on their way And I would rather be anywhere else But here today There was a checkpoint Charlie He didn't crack a smile But it's no laughing party When you've been on the murder mile Only takes one itchy trigger One more widow, one less white nigger Oliver's army is here to stay Oliver's army are on their way And I would rather be anywhere else But here today Hong Kong is up for grabs London is full of Arabs We could be in Palestine Overrun by a Chinese line With the boys from the Mersey and the Thames and the Tyne But there's no danger It's a professional career Though it could be arranged With just a word in Mr. Churchill's ear If you're out of luck or out of work We could send you to Johannesburg Oliver's army is here to stay Oliver's army are on their way And I would rather be anywhere else But here today And I would rather be anywhere else But here today And I would rather be anywhere else But here today, oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
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This is a 2 part blog < part 2 here > 10cc were (I think any way) one of the most under-rated bands of the mid to late 1970s and into the 1980s. I have written a little about them from this fan's perspective elsewhere on this site <click here if you are interested>. They released great 3-5 minute pop songs, always with clever, witty lyrics and fabulous musicianship ( Rubber Bullets, I'm Mandy Fly Me, Life Is A Minestrone, Good Morning Judge, The Things We Do For Love, Dreadlock Holiday to name but a few ). This 2 part blog will focus on two tunes. This one is from 1975 when 10cc where a 4 piece comprising Kevin Godley, Lol Creme, Graham Gouldman and Eric Stewart. The other is from 1977, after Godley and Creme had left to pursue other things, leaving Stewart and Gouldman performing as 10cc. "Une Nuit A Paris" by 10cc From the same 1975 album as the sublime uber-hit "I'm Not In Love" -"The Original Soundtrack" - this is an 8 and a half soundscape in 3 parts: 1. One Night in Paris 2. The Same Night in Paris 3. Later the Same Night in Paris It captures the sense of the sleazier side of Paris superbly and tells the tale of a British tourist in Paris. The locals try to con him into buying dodgy goods and photographs and he ends up in the red-light district with a prostitute. Following a serious of complications, a policeman arrives and is shot dead. Some of the vocals are just pure and beautiful, the mix of styles are brilliant and I love it. "Rouged lips in the gaslight A great view of the hall That's the way the croissant crumbles after all" "One night in Paris Is like a year in any other place! One night in Paris Will wipe the smile off your pretty face! Try a girl in Paris But try one of mine Each night in Paris" "When they raided my club that night They ruined my act with the leather umbrella the Chief de Police got a fright He was up in my boudoir with some other fella" "Then the floor cleared A woman screamed to herself Henri... Though you're not the toast of Paris I love you, although you bed and beat me Henri, leave it alone, For the gendarme's just doing his job" "Une Nuit A Paris" by 10cc
by Kevin Godley and Lol Creme [Part One: One Night in Paris] Bonjour monsieur Paris really welcomes you It's the best room in the house It's forty francs a night, alright. It's crazy, it isn't worth a centime I'll take it! Merci Monsieur Rouged lips in the gaslight A great view of the hall That's the way the croissant crumbles after all Paris is only one step away Les girls are out on bail Tres bien there's love for sale Oh my cheri, wish you were mine And I'll show you a wonderful time For the price of a cheap champagne I'll show it you once again One night in Paris Is like a year in any other place One night in Paris Will wipe the smile off your pretty face One girl in Paris Is like loving every woman One night in Paris One night in Paris One night in Paris May be your last!!! [Part Two: The Same Night in Paris] Is he gonna buy? wanna little culture? Is he gonna pay? Maybe Monsieur is into photographs, Non? Or is he gonna fall in love The all American way? I got a watch wiz a beautiful Swiss movement Is he gonna buy? Forget the watch, I'll show you a good time!' Is he gonna pay? Le connoisseur, want something different? Or is he gonna fall in love The all American way? Oh you know you ain't no Casanova You can't even do the Bossa Nova Or the Tango or the Samba! Though you are so very charming No you ain't no Casanova Is he gonna buy? Is he gonna pay? Or is he gonna fall in love The all American way? Sometimes I think he will But then again ... One night in Paris Is like a year in any other place! One night in Paris Will wipe the smile off your pretty face! Try a girl in Paris But try one of mine Each night in Paris Each night in Paris Each night in Paris Each night in Paris May be your last!!! [Part Three: Later the same night in Paris] Forty-Two, Quarante-Deux Rue de Saint Jacques All our girls are how you say Good in the sack I was a stripper On the Champs Elysees He was a gendarme In the gendarmerie Going Oh La La La Oh La La La La He was a pimp In a black beret But he was an artiste In his own way Oh La La La Oh La La La La When they raided my club that night They ruined my act with the leather umbrella the Chief de Police got a fright He was up in my boudoir with some other fella It's only routine But I got this feeling It ain't good for business Then the floor cleared A woman screamed to herself Henri... Though you're not the toast of Paris I love you, although you bed and beat me Henri, leave it alone, For the gendarme's just doing his job Paris is only one step away Murder is only one step away Notre Dame is ringing her bells Another gendarme has gone to Hell Notre Dame is ringing her bells Another gendarme has gone to Hell Gone to Hell Gone to Hell One night in Paris Is like a year in any other place One night in Paris Will wipe the smile off your pretty face One girl in Paris Is like loving every woman This night in Paris This night in Paris This night in Paris This night in Paris May be your last!!! This is a 2 part blog < part 1 here > This is the second part of a blog about 10cc's 3 part epics. 10cc were (I think any way) one of the most under-rated bands of the mid to late 1970s and into the 1980s. I have written a little about them from this fan's perspective elsewhere on this site <click here if you are interested>. Although 10cc released some great 3-5 minute pop songs, this one epic is from 1977, after Godley and Creme had left to pursue other things, leaving Stewart and Gouldman performing as 10cc. At about 11 and a half minutes, "Feel The Benefit" is 10cc's longest track and it closes the Deceptive Bends album. Its 3 parts are: i) Reminisce And Speculation ii) A Latin Break iii) Feel The Benefit A beautiful guitar intro to Parts 1 and 3, very reminiscent of the Beatles "Dear Prudence". (I think) a great vocal from Eric Stewart in Parts 1 and 3 which works really well with the great strings arrangement. Part 2 gives us a South American interlude. Part 3's guitar solo from Eric is also special - when they performed this live, Graham Gouldman "answered" this with a brilliant bass solo. I have always liked the "abrupt" ending. This is perhaps my favourite 10cc track. "If all the people in the world lost their reason What would we see, where would we be" "If all the entertainers in the world lost their music What would they play, what could they say To pacify the crowd, to justify themselves" "You're like a cloud behind the sun Like the face behind the clown You're moving like the wrinkles in a frown And you can never look back A leaf that's borne upon the wind A cardboard suitcase in your hand The wanderer soon returns And finds the colour of the grass is just the same On the other side of the tracks, oh no" "You can ride with the Gauchos Swinging your bolas in a red bandana" "You can drink a lot of coffee in Brazil But the bill is gonna make you ill" "If all the people in the world would say together We're all black and white, we're all day and night If all the people in the world could sing together How would it sound, what would we feel We'd all feel the benefit" "Feel The Benefit" by 10cc
by Graham Gouldman and Eric Stewart [i) Reminisce And Speculation] You went out on the street without your shoes on You didn't listen what your momma said She said you won't feel the benefit, won't feel the benefit And if we all went out without our shoes on Tell me where would we be, where would we be If all the people in the world lost their reason What would we see, where would we be If all the entertainers in the world lost their music What would they play, what could they say To pacify the crowd, to justify themselves Won't feel the benefit You're like a cloud behind the sun Like the face behind the clown You're moving like the wrinkles in a frown And you can never look back A leaf that's borne upon the wind A cardboard suitcase in your hand The wanderer soon returns And finds the colour of the grass is just the same On the other side of the tracks, oh no [ii) Latin Break] Ooh when you smile it's like a holiday Ooh pack your bags and we can get away We'll float on a Queen down to Rio There's no need to shave We'll be stinking like rum in a punch You can walk on the water You can dabble in the mumbo jumbo You can smoke a little ganja Float like a cloud over Rio, Rio You can ride with the Gauchos Swinging your bolas in a red bandana You can run with the devil Takin' your chances with Senorita You can drink a lot of coffee in Brazil But the bill is gonna make you ill [iii) Feel The Benefit] So, you can go out on the street and take your chances But if you do, you better do it right Or you won't feel the benefit, won't feel the benefit Spin the wheel and take your chances And your number might come up Though the odds may be in favor of the house If all the people in the world would say together We're all black and white, we're all day and night If all the people in the world could sing together How would it sound, what would we feel We'd all feel the benefit This is NOT an analysis of a song, merely personal observations about a song that I love. Enjoy. Ian "Mr Brightside" by The Killers From their 2004 debut album, Hot Fuss Instantly recognisable guitar intro, leading to a frenzied ending. Just a glorious song dealing with issues of infidelity, paranoia and jealousy. "Mr Brightside" <Video Here> "It started out with a kiss How did it end up like this It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss" "Mr Brightside"
Coming out of my cage And I've been doing just fine Gotta gotta be down Because I want it all It started out with a kiss How did it end up like this It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss Now I'm falling asleep And she's calling a cab While he's having a smoke And she's taking a drag Now they're going to bed And my stomach is sick And it's all in my head But she's touching his chest Now, he takes off her dress Now, let me go I just can't look its killing me And taking control Jealousy, turning saints into the sea Swimming through sick lullabies Choking on your alibis But it's just the price I pay Destiny is calling me Open up my eager eyes Cause I'm Mr Brightside I'm coming out of my cage And I've been doing just fine Gotta gotta be down Because I want it all It started out with a kiss How did it end up like this It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss Now I'm falling asleep And she's calling a cab While he's having a smoke And she's taking a drag Now they're going to bed And my stomach is sick And it's all in my head But she's touching his chest Now, he takes off her dress Now, let me go 'Cause I just can't look its killing me And taking control Jealousy, turning saints into the sea Swimming through sick lullabies Choking on your alibi But it's just the price I pay Destiny is calling me Open up my eager eyes 'Cause I'm Mr Brightside I never I never I never I never 23/2/2018 0 Comments I love this song - Extra - "We Have All The Time In The World" by Louis ArmstrongI heard this tune this morning and as always happens when I hear it, stopped and listened. In my opinion, one of the best Bond songs, from the underated George Lazenby outing in "On Her Majesty's Secret Service", with lyrics by Hal David and Music by John Barry. The great Louis Armstrong vocal, simple lyrics and fabulous arrangement make this very special. Sentimental, hopeful, optimistic and forward looking, but as used in the context of the film, incredibly sad. Spoiler Alert: Bond falls in love and marries Tracy Di Vicenzo (Diana Rigg) who is shot and killed in a Spectre attack on his car after leaving their wedding. The song title is taken from Bond's final words in the movie (and book), spoken while cradling his wife's body. Heart breaking. "We have all the love in the world If that's all we have You will find We need nothing more" "Every step of the way Will find us With the cares of the world Far behind us" "We have all the time in the world Just for love Nothing more Nothing less Only love" "We Have All The Time In The World"
by Louis Armstrong Songwriters: Hal David / John Barry © EMI Music Publishing We have all the time in the world Time enough for life To unfold All the precious things Love has in store We have all the love in the world If that's all we have You will find We need nothing more Every step of the way Will find us With the cares of the world Far behind us We have all the time in the world Just for love Nothing more Nothing less Only love Every step of the way Will find us With the cares of the world Far behind us We have all the time in the world Just for love Nothing more Nothing less Only love Only love This is NOT an analysis of a song, merely personal observations about a song that I love. Enjoy. Ian "Chasing Cars" by Snow Patrol Brilliant sing along anthems were Snow Patrol's speciality. Then in 2006, along came their album "Eyes Open" and this beautiful love song. The words are understated and very touching. The music is understated and just lovely. The song is haunting. "I don't quite know How to say How I feel" "I need your grace To remind me To find my own" "All that I am All that I ever was Is here in your perfect eyes They're all I can see" "Chasing Cars"
by Jonny Quinn, Paul Wilson, Tom Simpson , Nathan Connolly and Gary Lightbody We'll do it all Everything On our own We don't need Anything Or anyone If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me And just forget the world? I don't quite know How to say How I feel Those three words Are said too much They're not enough If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me And just forget the world? Forget what we're told Before we get too old Show me a garden That's bursting into life Let's waste time Chasing cars Around our heads I need your grace To remind me To find my own If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me And just forget the world? Forget what we're told Before we get too old Show me a garden That's bursting into life All that I am All that I ever was Is here in your perfect eyes They're all I can see I don't know where Confused about how as well Just know that these things Will never change for us at all If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me And just forget the world? This is NOT an analysis of a song, merely personal observations about a song that I love. Enjoy. Ian Prologue On what would have been my Dad's 89th birthday, I thought I'd look at one he introduced me to. His taste was what I believe is called "catholic" - very wide ranging. From Prog Rock of the Moody Blues, Jethro Tull, and Deep Purple to the Easy Listening Geoff Love and Manuel and The Music Of The Mountains and James Last - my Dad liked what he liked. "Thick As A Brick" by Jethro Tull This "song" formed a pretty large part of my rock music formative years, as (from memory) I think that my Dad picked this up from the Chrysalis Records office while he delivered mail in London's West End during 1972. I have written about Progressive Rock Gods Jethro Tull elsewhere on this site and like them a lot. <Click here for Jethro Tull page> "Thick As a Brick" is actually a single track which was split into 2 halves of 20 or so minutes, one on each side of the LP. When other adults of my Dad's generation heard it - (he would always play it on the stereo when they visited) - few understood what was going on! The concept was that a child prodigy (Gerald Bostock) had written a poem and it had been set to music by Jethro Tull. The package was very involved and the 12 inch LP cover unfolded to reveal a full blown broadsheet sized local paper, The St Cleve Chronicle. 40 years on, a sequel containing shorter songs was spawned on the TAAB 2 CD, which in itself is also an enjoyable treat. "And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away In the tidal destruction the moral melee The elastic retreat rings the close of play As the last wave uncovers the newfangled way" "And the youngest of the family is moving with authority Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside" "So! Come on ye childhood heroes! Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books Your super crooks And show us all the way Well! Make your will and testament Won't you? Join your local government We'll have Superman for president Let Robin save the day" "So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday? And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through? They're all resting down in Cornwall writing up their memoirs For a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual So you ride yourselves over the fields And you make all your animal deals And your wise men don't know how it feels To be thick as a brick" "Thick As A Brick"
Written by Ian Anderson Copyright © BMG Rights Management US, LLC Really don't mind if you sit this one out My word's but a whisper your deafness a SHOUT I may make you feel but I can't make you think Your sperm's in the gutter your love's in the sink So you ride yourselves over the fields And you make all your animal deals And your wise men don't know how it feels To be thick as a brick And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away In the tidal destruction the moral melee The elastic retreat rings the close of play As the last wave uncovers the newfangled way But your new shoes are worn at the heels And your suntan does rapidly peel And your wise men don't know how it feels To be thick as a brick And the love that I feel is so far away: I'm a bad dream that I just had today And you shake your head And say it's a shame Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song See there! A son is born and we pronounce him fit to fight There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night We'll make a man of him, put him to a trade Teach him to play Monopoly and how to sing in the rain The Poet and the Painter casting shadows on the water As the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other As the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling But the master of the house is far away The horses stamping, their warm breath clouding In the sharp and frosty morning of the day And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword And the youngest of the family is moving with authority Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river Where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea: The builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose And contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need The young men of the household have all gone into service And are not to be expected for a year The innocent young master - thoughts moving ever faster - Has formed the plan to change the man he seems And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword And the oldest of the family is moving with authority Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run What do you do when the old man's gone - do you want to be him? And your real self sings the song. Do you want to free him? No one to help you get up steam And the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed So come on all you criminals! I've got to put you straight Just like I did with my old man twenty years too late Your bread and water's going cold Your hair is too short and neat I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone You meet the stares, you're unaware that your doings aren't done And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be But how are we supposed to see where we should run? I see you shuffle in the courtroom with Your rings upon your fingers And your downy little sidies And your silver-buckle shoes Playing at the hard case You follow the example of the comic-paper idol Who lets you bend the rules So! Come on ye childhood heroes! Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books Your super crooks And show us all the way Well! Make your will and testament Won't you? Join your local government We'll have Superman for president Let Robin save the day You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are And take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars And you wonder who to call on So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday? And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though? They're all resting down in Cornwall Writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition Of the Boy Scout Manual See there! A man born and we pronounce him fit for peace There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease We'll take the child from him Put it to the test Teach it to be a wise man How to fool the rest We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional God is an overwhelming responsibility We walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons Cats are on the upgrade Upgrade? Hipgrave. Oh, Mac In the clear white circles of morning wonder I take my place with the lord of the hills And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows) sporting canvas frills With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention While queuing for sarnies at the office canteen Saying: "How's your granny?" and good old Ernie: He coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win The legends (worded in The ancient tribal hymn) Lie cradled in the seagull's call And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun And signal for the crack of dawn Light the sun. Light the sun Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day! The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one Do you believe in the day? The fading hero has returned to the night And fully pregnant with the day Wise men endorse the poet's sight Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day! Let me tell you the tales of your life Of your love and the cut of the knife The tireless oppression, the wisdom instilled The desire to kill or be killed Let me sing of the losers who lie In the street as the last bus goes by The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red While the fool toasts his god in the sky So! Come all ye young men who are building castles! Kindly state the time of the year And join your voices in a hellish chorus Mark the precise nature of your fear Let me help you pick up your dead As the sins of the father are fed With the blood of the fools And the thoughts of the wise and From the pan under your bed Let me make you a present of song As the wise man breaks wind and is gone While the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose And the nursery rhyme winds along So! Come all ye young men who are building castles! Kindly state the time of the year And join your voices in a hellish chorus Mark the precise nature of your fear See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you And the hour of judgement draweth near Would you be the fool stood in his suit of armour Or the wiser man who rushes clear So! Come on ye childhood heroes! Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books Your super-crooks And show us all the way Well! Make your will and testament Won't you? Join your local government We'll have Superman for president Let Robin save the day So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday? And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through? They're all resting down in Cornwall writing up their memoirs For a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual So you ride yourselves over the fields And you make all your animal deals And your wise men don't know how it feels To be thick as a brick This is NOT an analysis of a song, merely personal observations about a song that I love. Enjoy. Ian "Won't Get Fooled Again" by The Who Classic Rock. Great intro. Iconic. Great Guitar, Bass, Drum and Vocals. From the 1971 album "Who's Next" "I'll tip my hat to the new constitution Take a bow for the new revolution Smile and grin at the change all around Pick up my guitar and play Just like yesterday Then I'll get on my knees and pray" "The change, it had to come We knew it all along We were liberated from the fold, that's all And the world looks just the same And history ain't changed 'Cause the banners, they are flown in the next war" "Though I know that the hypnotized never lie" "Meet the new boss Same as the old boss" "Won't Get Fooled Again" by the Who
Words : Peter Townshend © Abkco Music Inc. We'll be fighting in the streets With our children at our feet And the morals that they worship will be gone And the men who spurred us on Sit in judgement of all wrong They decide and the shotgun sings the song I'll tip my hat to the new constitution Take a bow for the new revolution Smile and grin at the change all around Pick up my guitar and play Just like yesterday Then I'll get on my knees and pray We don't get fooled again The change, it had to come We knew it all along We were liberated from the fold, that's all And the world looks just the same And history ain't changed 'Cause the banners, they are flown in the next war I'll tip my hat to the new constitution Take a bow for the new revolution Smile and grin at the change all around Pick up my guitar and play Just like yesterday Then I'll get on my knees and pray We don't get fooled again, no, no I'll move myself and my family aside If we happen to be left half alive I'll get all my papers and smile at the sky Though I know that the hypnotized never lie Do ya? Yeaah! There's nothing in the streets Looks any different to me And the slogans are replaced, by-the-bye And the parting on the left Is now parting on the right And the beards have all grown longer overnight I'll tip my hat to the new constitution Take a bow for the new revolution Smile and grin at the change all around Pick up my guitar and play Just like yesterday Then I'll get on my knees and pray We don't get fooled again Don't get fooled again, no no Yeaaah! Meet the new boss Same as the old boss This is NOT an analysis of a song, merely personal observations about a song that I love. Enjoy. "Werewolves of London" by Warren Zevon A great laid back song. "I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain He was looking for a place called Lee Ho Fook's Gonna get a big dish of beef chow mein "If you hear him howling around your kitchen door Better not let him in Little old lady got mutilated late last night Werewolves of London again" "He's the hairy-handed gent who ran amuck in Kent Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair Better stay away from him He'll rip your lungs out, Jim I'd like to meet his tailor" "Aaoooooo! Werewolves of London! Aaoooooo" "Werewolves of London"
Written by Warren Zevon, Leroy Marinell, Waddy (robert) Wachtel © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, Universal Music Publishing Group, Music & Media Int'l, Inc I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain He was looking for a place called Lee Ho Fook's Gonna get a big dish of beef chow mein Aaoooooo! Werewolves of London! Aaoooooo! (Repeat) If you hear him howling around your kitchen door Better not let him in Little old lady got mutilated late last night Werewolves of London again Asoooooo! Werewolves of London! Aaoooooo! (Repeat) He's the hairy-handed gent who ran amuck in Kent Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair Better stay away from him He'll rip your lungs out, Jim I'd like to meet his tailor Aaoooooo! Werewolves of London! Aaoooooo! (Repeat) Well, I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen Doing the Werewolves of London I saw Lon Chaney, Jr. walking with the Queen Doing the Werewolves of London I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic's And his hair was perfect Aaoooooo! Werewolves of London! Aaoooooo! (Repeat) Draw blood... This is NOT an analysis of a song, merely personal observations about a song that I love. Enjoy. Ian "Changes" by David Bowie Always loved this tune. "Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes Turn and face the strange" "Time may change me But I can't trace time" "Changes"
Written by David Bowie © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management US, LLC, Tintoretto Music Oh, yeah Mmm Still don't know what I was waitin' for And my time was runnin' wild A million dead end streets and Every time I thought I'd got it made It seemed the taste was not so sweet So I turned myself to face me But I've never caught a glimpse How the others must see the faker I'm much too fast to take that test Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes Turn and face the strange Ch-ch-changes Don't want to be a richer man Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes Turn and face the strange Ch-ch-changes There's gonna have to be a different man Time may change me But I can't trace time Mmm, yeah I watch the ripples change their size But never leave the stream Of warm impermanence And so the days float through my eyes But still the days seem the same And these children that you spit on As they try to change their worlds Are immune to your consultations They're quite aware of what they're goin' through Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes Turn and face the strange Ch-ch-changes Don't tell them to grow up and out of it Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes Turn and face the strange Ch-ch-changes Where's your shame? You've left us up to our necks in it Time may change me But you can't trace time Strange fascinations fascinate me Ah, changes are takin' The pace I'm goin' through Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes Turn and face the strange Ch-ch-changes Ooh, look out you rock 'n' rollers Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes Turn and face the strange Ch-ch-changes Pretty soon now you're gonna get older Time may change me But I can't trace time I said that time may change me But I can't trace time |
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