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Where the Groupies killed the Blues |
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Hobo |
Rose on the
Vine |
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music: Peter
Hesslein / words: John Lawton |
music: Peter
Hesslein / words: John O'Brien Docker |
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don't know
where I'm going |
rose on the
vine, there's a holy man drinking my wine |
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don't know
where I've come from |
hole in the
lane |
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just can't
seem to find a home |
old sunday
morning is raining & shining my way |
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can't seem to
settle down |
rose on the
vine, drinking my wine |
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the life of a
hobo is no fun |
so good day -
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I'm just a
hobo on the run |
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is your grass
so green and do you... lake people say? |
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one day of
sweating backache |
a dream came
by my way |
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one day of
freezing rain |
came falling
through my door |
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one year of
breaking hard rock |
do you love
me? |
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six months
jumping rail |
or are you |
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the life of a
hobo is no funu |
luing in an
anarchistic folderol |
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I'm just a
hobo on the run |
hydrogen joint
- la, what is the point? |
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what can I do
what can I say |
Susan burned
her mind out yesterday |
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don't even
trust the length of the day |
men came
down from town took her away |
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only the
witness of southern Jim |
hey hey
hey |
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hey hey
hey |
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Mother |
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music: Peter Hecht
/ words: John O'Brien Docker |
pills in
the jar, let them tell you how lucky you are |
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leapers
for two |
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please forgive
me mother - you said I'd never survive alone |
eggs in
one basket - immaculate contraception |
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swimming in
and out of dreams that you could |
how do
you do? |
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never piece
together in the silence you lost |
rose on the
vine, drinking my wine |
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you bore the
cost - for this : the ring on your finger |
so fug you |
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happiness was
a sunday afternoon |
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When the Groupies killed the Blues |
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mummy and
daddy are fighting next door. |
music: Dieter Horns
/ words: John O'Brien Docker |
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the neighbours
complained to the wife of the landlord |
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the small
hand's on nine and the big hand's on ten |
onward
marching to the "Rock of Ages". |
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it's time for
the children to go to bed again |
torn off pages
from a magazine |
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soldiers
fading from the earth - degrading |
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(goodbye
mother, forgive me and all my sins - say |
sun's lost out
to magazine |
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they are
forgotten - and so ... to bed) |
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.kingdoms,
empires read in tea-leaves |
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pull down the
blinds and turn on the music. |
everybody fold
your hands upon your heads |
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you gotta roll
off - I'm gonna roll on |
and hear the
news |
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turn off your
mind and roll to the music |
somebody
somewhere somehow sometime |
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I'm gonna go
POP before it's begun |
looked behind
the arass |
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where the
groupies killed the blues |
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please forgive
me mother if I appear to be far away |
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slipping in
and out of arms that try to |
heavy sounds
in the summertime -ooh -. |
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hold me down
for ever till the dust us do apart |
chicago learns
that black is black |
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hand on my
heart: it's true |
heavy ground
all along the Berlin line |
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a light in
your window suppertime |
humpty dumpty
won't go back |
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the shipwreck
of your life! |
won't go back |
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poor little
Dinah, she's leaving home:. |
classrooms and
Sunday school |
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she's going to
marry a man in a hurry |
where jesus
saved the world |
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monday and
tuesday still on the phone |
kingsize and
extra cool |
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and mother
can't work for a while though worrying |
and when the
smoke unfurled |
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(good bye
mother, you tried so to put the blame on |
straight lanes
of lemon trees |
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the world
around you and so .. to bed |
where
Palestine prayed on it's bended knees |
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to mankind |
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Prince of Darkness |
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music: Peter
Hesslein / words: John O'Brien Docker |
subway
moonlight for a flight of fancy |
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to a smiling
face gone underground |
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hail the black
redeemer, how long you been away! |
advertising
stead of law revising |
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caliph of the
darkness, I miss you every away |
pay your
money, stick around |
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I got this
terrible feeling and don't know what to say. |
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show me how
to face the morning - teach me how to play |
pilgrim
soldiers on a trip to nowhere |
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with a one-way
ticket in their hands |
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the bad man
keeps a callin' - he's hungry for my soul |
soap-suds
sliding to the foam-crest riding |
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but down to
you I'm comin', when death collects his toll |
Palestine :
whose promised land |
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.the symbols on
my door are changing every day |
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so hail the
prince of doom and darkness - help me on my way |
Summer Dream. |
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music: Peter
Hesslein / words: John O'Brien Docker |
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down to your
world go I |
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into your
flames I fly |
.summer
dream you killed the queen |
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and all the
sea's a fire |
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master of the
moonlight , visit me this day |
where is the
sister gone again, oh father? |
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tell me what I
want to know and help me fly away |
you stole the
tarts and joined the queue |
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let me feel
the fire melt into my soul |
to cool a
fools desire |
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send the
baking desert wind from pole to frozen pole |
oh wont you
stop the clock |
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eternity can
wait for ever |
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with your
breath of fire fan this death mask |
white the room
around the fading shadow of a lifetime |
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let the needle
kiss my vein and give me all I ask. |
where is my
heart-beat been and gone , oh mother |
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please don't
let the dealer's heart grow hard if I can't pray |
life was just
a port of call - a paranoiac pastime |
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hail the
prince of doom and darkness - help me on my way |
where's the
joke in being me al all to face |
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the grave now |
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down to your
world go I |
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into your
flames I fly. |
Burning Ships |
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Peter
Hesslein / Dieter Horns / John Lawton |
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words : John
Lawton |
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to think that
I once called you friend |
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the changes
that you put me through |
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and now it
seems a change of plan |
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is all that I
could do for you |
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though your
thoughts are on the ebbing tide |
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and you'll
whisper at another strangers side |
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remember I'm
the one who brought you your lady |
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leave your
burning ships to die |
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maybe you'll
wonder in your time |
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and see the
flame of mighty land |
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the treasures
of a thousand kings |
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lay buried in
the drifting sand |
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but you will
go on your way |
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out of sight
with nothing to say |
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remember I'm
the one who brought you your lady |
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leave your
burning ships to die |