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Lyrics: Shangri La

5.15 a.m.

5.15 a.m.
snow laying all around
a collier cycles home
from his night shift underground
past the silent pub
primary school, workingmens club
on the road from the pithead
the churchyard packed
with mining dead

then beneath the bridge
he comes to a giant car
a shroud of snow upon the roof
a mark ten jaguar
he thought the man was fast asleep
silent, still and deep
both dead and cold
shot through
with bullet holes

the one armed bandit man
came north to fill his boots
came up from cockneyland
e-type jags and flashy suits
put your money in
pull the levers
watch them spin
cash cows in all the pubs
but he preferred the new nightclubs

nineteen sixty-seven
bandit men in birdcage heaven
la dolce vita, sixty-nine
all new to people of the tyne

who knows who did what
somebody made a call
they said his hands
were in the pot
that heíd been skimming hauls
he picks up the swag
they gaily gave away
drives his giant jag
off to his big pay day

the bandit man
came north to fill his boots
came up from cockneyland
e-type jags and flashy suits
the bandit man
came up the great north road
up to geordieland
to mine
the mother lode

seams blew up or cracked
black diamonds came hard won
generations toiled and hacked
for a pittance and black lung
crushed by tub or stone
together
and alone
how the young and old
paid the price of coal

eighteen sixty-seven
my angelís gone to heaven
heíll be happy there
sunlight and sweet clean air

they gather round the glass
tough hewers and crutters
child trappers and putters
the little foals and half-marrows
who pushed
and pulled the barrows
the hod boys
and the rolleywaymen
5.15 a.m.


boom, like that

iím going to san bernardino
ring-a-ding-ding
milkshake mixers
thatís my thing, now
these guys bought
a heap of my stuff
and i gotta see a good thing
sure enough, now
or my nameís not kroc
thatís kroc with a Ďkí
like Ďcrocodileí
but not spelled that way, yeah
itís dog eat dog
rat eat rat
kroc-style
boom, like that

the folks line up
all down the street
and iím seeing this girl
devour her meat, now
and then i get it, wham
as clear as day
my pulse begins to hammer
and i hear a voice say:
these boys have
got this down
oughtta be a one of these
in every town
these boys have
got the touch
itís clean as a whistle
and it donít cost much
wham, bam
you donít wait long
shake, fries
patty, youíre gone
and how about that
friendly name?
heck, every little thing
oughtta stay the same
or my nameís not kroc
thatís kroc with a Ďkí
like Ďcrocodileí
but not spelled that way, now
itís dog eat dog
rat eat rat
kroc-style
boom, like that

you gentlemen
ought to expand
youíre going to need
a helping hand, now
so, gentlemen
well, what about me?
weíll make a little
business history, now
or my nameís not kroc
call me ray
like Ďcrocodileí
but not spelled that way, now
itís dog eat dog
rat eat rat
kroc-style
boom, like that

well we build it up
and i buy Ďem out
but, man they made me
grind it out, now
they open up a new place
flipping meat
so i do, too
right across the street
i got the name
i need the town
they sell up in the end
and it all shuts down
sometimes you gotta
be an s.o.b.
you wanna make a dream
reality
competition?
send Ďem south
if theyíre gonna drown
put a hose in their mouth
do not pass Ďgoí
go straight to hell
i smell that
meat hook smell
or my nameís not kroc
thatís kroc with a Ďkí
like Ďcrocodileí
but not spelled that way, now
itís dog eat dog
rat eat rat
kroc-style
boom, like that


sucker row

somebodyís gotta crack
a whip around here
whoís minding the store?
shake it up sell some beer
whatís your
money maker for?
pay day
weíre packiní Ďem in
six-gun annie
and buffalo jill
but whoís to say
theyíll be back again
for a refill?
honey, you know the drill
ainít no left turn
down sleepy time street
you gotta be fast
but you gotta stay loose
thinking
on your feet
slick as grass
through a goose
we gotta
rationalise
the payroll
is giving me chills
you and meís
getting organised
itís kill or be killed
honey, you know the drill

well they can all look down
on sucker row
but they all forget
the tallest trees
from acorns grow
though they ainít yet
i never look down
on a sucker stake
they all pay the bills
i never gave a sucker
an even break
and i never will

a beautiful vision
keeps coming to me
i see
a miracle mile
flying in
for free
service
with a smile
high rollers
fancy hotels
big time singers
topping the bill
you gotta have a feel
for the stuff that sells
call it a skill
honey, you know the drill
somebodyís gotta crack
a whip around here
whoís
minding the store?
shake it up
sell some beer
money walking
through the door
annieís arriving
at a dangerous age
donít you
go getting ill
get another woman
up in the cage
who ainít over the hill
honey, you know the drill


the trawlermanís song

weíre taking on water
diesel and stores
laying up awhile
before iím back on board
theyíre patching her up
to go fishing again
theyíre welding her rudder
scrubbing her keel
scars on her belly
need time to heal
in the dock
with the trawlermen

i know all the people
thereís nobody new
soon weíll be leaving
with the same old crew
on the green water
the tumbling sea
they ainít running
like the good old days
timeís just slipping
down the old slipways
in the dock
so dear to me

dark is the night
i need a guiding light
to keep me
from foundering
on the rocks
my only prayer
is just to see you there
at the end
of my wandering
back in the dock

i could use a layoff
getting my strength back
but thereís a loan to pay off
and a few skipjack
so itís a turnaround
back in the southerly wind
pirates coming in
to steal our gold
you can count yourself lucky
with a profit in the hold
in the dock
when we come in

dark is the night
i need a guiding light
to keep me
from foundering
on the rocks
my only prayer
is just to see you there
at the end
of my wandering
back in the dock



back to tupelo

around the time of Ďclambakeí
movie number twenty-five
you and the lying dutchman
are still in overdrive
youíre as strong as when you started
mississippi in your soul
you can still be marlon brando
and the king of rock and roll

it isnít just the records
no, you must have hollywood
the songs alone are not enough
that much is understood
youíll soon be back in memphis
maybe then youíll know what to do
the storylines theyíre giving you
are just not ringing true

oh, itís a ways to go
back to tupelo

when youíre young and beautiful
your dreams are all ideals
later on itís not the same
lord, everything is real
sixteen hundred miles of highway
roll back to the truth
and a song to give your mother
in your first recording booth

around the time of Ďclambakeí
that old dreamís still rolling on
sometimes thereíll be the feeling
things are going wrong
the morning star is fading
lord, the mississippiís cold
you can still be marlon brando
and the king of rock and roll

but itís a ways to go
back to tupelo


our shangri-la

itís the end of a perfect day
for surfer boys and girls
the sunís dropping down in the bay
and falling off the world
thereís a diamond in the sky
our evening star
in our shangri-la

get that fire burning strong
right here and right now
itís here and then itís gone
thereís no secret, anyhow
we may never love again
to the music of guitars
in our shangri-la

tonight your beauty burns
into my memory
the wheel of heaven turns
above us endlessly
this is all the heaven weíve got
right here where we are
in our shangri-la

this is all the heaven weíve got
right here where we are
in our shangri-la


everybody pays

i got shot off my horse
so what? iím up again
and playing
in one of these
big saloons on main
you can come up here
take a look
around these sinnersí dens
youíre only ever going to find
one or two real games
nobodyís driving
me underground
not yet anyway
but either on the strip
or on the edge of town
everybody pays
everybody pays to play

yeah, you ought to stay
right where you are
in sawdust land
itís probably the
safest place to be
with your
greasy little pork pies
and your shoestring hands
it makes
no difference to me
all those directions
which we never took
to go our different ways
who went and wrote
the oldest story in the book?
everybody pays
everybody pays to play

curl up inside
a boxcar dream
and disappear
with a couple
low roller friends
you were never one
for trouble
so get out of here
i knew the game
was dangerous back then
but nobodyís breezing
through these swinging doors
just ups and walks away
everybody has to leave
some blood here on the floor
everybody pays
everybody pays to play



song for sonny liston

so many mouths
to feed on the farm
sonny was the second
to the last one born
his mamma ran away
and his daddy beat him bad
and he grew up wild
good love he never had

he had a left
like henryís hammer
a right like betty bamalam
rode with the muggers
in the dark and dread
and all them sluggers
went down like lead

well he hung with the hoods
he wouldnít stroke the fans
but he had dynamite
in both his hands
boom bam
like the slammer door
the bell and the can
and the bodies on the floor

beware the bearís in town
somebodyís money says
the bearís going down
yeah, the bear never smiles
sonnyís going down
for miles and miles
sonnyís going down
for miles and miles

the writers didnít like him
the fight game jocks
with his lowlife backers
and his hands like rocks
they didnít want to have
a bogey man
they didnít like him
and he didnít like them

black cadillac
alligator boots
money in the pockets
of his sharkskin suits
some say the bear
took a flop
they couldnít believe it
when they saw him drop

he had a left
like henryís hammer
a right like betty bamalam
rode with the muggers
in the dark and dread
and all them sluggers
went down like lead

joe louis was his hero
he tried to be the same
but a criminal child
wears a ball and chain
so the civil rights people
didnít want him on the throne
and the hacks and the cops
wouldnít leave him alone

beware the bearís in town
somebodyís money says
the bearís going down
yeah, the bear never smiles
sonnyís going down
for miles and miles
sonnyís going down
for miles and miles

at the foot of his bed
with his feet on the floor
there was dope in his veins
and a pistol on the drawer
there was no investigation
as such
he hated needles
but he knew too much

criss-crossed
on his back
scars from his daddy
like slavery tracks
the second-last child
was the second-last king
never again was it the same
in the ring

he had a left
like henryís hammer
a right like betty bamalam
rode with the muggers
in the dark and dread
and all them sluggers
went down like lead

they never could be sure
about the day he was born
a motherless child
set to working on the farm
and they never could be sure
about the day he died
the bear was the king
they cast aside

beware the bearís in town
somebodyís money says
the bearís going down
yeah, the bear never smiles
sonnyís going down
for miles and miles
sonnyís going down
for miles and miles



Ďsome day theyíre gonna write a
blues for fighters. Itíll just be for
slow guitar, soft trumpet and a bell.í

sonny liston 1962


whoop de doo

if iím over the moon
itís because iím over you
a day at a time
and iím tickety-boo
i donít carry on
the way i used to
whoop de doo
whoop de doo

if iím doing great
itís because when i get home
i donít go straight
to my answerphone
and the tears donít come
the way they used to
whoop de doo
whoop de doo

so many little things
are so much better now
they were only the little things
anyhow

if iím over the moon
itís because thatís what i am
funny that once
i used to give a damn
and iíd do anything
in the whole wide world for you
whoop de doo
whoop de doo

anything
anything youíd want me to
whoop de doo
whoop de doo


postcards from paraguay

one thing was leading to the next
i bit off more than i could chew
i had the power to sign the cheques
it wasnít difficult to do
i couldnít stay and face the music
so many reasons why
i wonít be sending postcards
from paraguay

i robbed a bank full of dinero
a great big mountain of dough
so it was goodbye companero
and cheerio
i couldnít stay and face the music
so many reasons why
i wonít be sending postcards
from paraguay

i never meant to be a cheater
but there was blood on the wall
i had to steal from peter
to pay what i owed to paul
i couldnít stay and face the music
so many reasons why
i wonít be sending postcards
from paraguay



all that matters

my darling girl
my darling girl
youíre all that matters
in this wicked world
all that matters
all that matters
my darling boy
my darling boy
all of my sunshine
and all of my joy
youíre all that matters
all that matters

well, i canít stop the pain
when it calls
iím a man
and i canít stop the rain
when it falls, my darling
who can?

my darling girl
my darling girl
youíre all that matters
in this wicked world
all that matters
all that matters
my darling friend
my darling friend
all weíve got going
is love in the end
itís all that matters
all that matters



stand up guy

brew the coffee in a bucket
double straight man and banjo
if you donít got the snake oil
buster, you donít got a show
who puts the doh-re-me
in our pockets
keeps the party going on?
itís the man
who sells the potions
iím just one who plays the songs
now they generally buys
the bigger size
they usually rub it in
i drank it once, it tasted
like grease and paraffin
itís mostly alcohol, okay
you canít deny itís strong
we was going through the motions
Ďtil the doctor came along

there stands the bottle
ladies and gentlemen
all these bottles
donít have to tell you, friends
these days miracles
donít come falling from the sky
raise your glasses to the doctor
to a stand up guy

when the monkeyshine is flying
and heís promising the cure
he says the french
for your lovesick blues
la maladie díamour
he gets the chumps all laughing
but he gets a few to buy
hereís to beefsteak
when youíre hungry
and whiskey when youíre dry
now the bandíll blow their moolah
like sailors gone ashore
now weíre going to west helena
to gamble, drink and whore
letís you and me
all make whoopee
hereís mud in your eye
hereís to all the gals you ever want
and heaven when you die

there stands the bottle
ladies and gentlemen
all these bottles
donít have to tell you, friends
these days miracles
donít come falling from the sky
raise your glasses to the doctor
to a stand up guy

thereís a big cheese with a cigar
been sizing up the show
he wants to get the doctor
pitching on the radio
i will make a switch to guitar
but the rules all still apply
they want to trust somebody
yeah, they want a stand up guy

there stands the bottle
hereís to absent friends
all these bottles
dead soldiers in the end
these days miracles
donít come falling from the sky
raise your glasses to the doctor
to a stand up guy
to the doctor
a stand up guy



doneganís gone

doneganís gone, lonnie donegan
doneganís gone
gone, lonnie donegan
doneganís gone
play that big grand coulee dam
nobody loves like an irishman
gone, lonnie donegan
doneganís gone

doneganís gone, lonnie donegan
doneganís gone
gone, lonnie donegan
doneganís gone
lord, iím just a rolling stone
rock my soul i wanna go home
gone, lonnie donegan
doneganís gone

doneganís gone, lonnie donegan
doneganís gone
gone, lonnie donegan
doneganís gone
stackalee and a gambliní man
rock my soul in the bosom of abraham
gone, lonnie donegan
doneganís gone

doneganís gone, lonnie donegan
doneganís gone
gone, lonnie donegan
doneganís gone
time just goes on rolling by
lord, i feel like i could cry
gone, lonnie donegan
doneganís gone


donít crash the ambulance

donít often open up this floor
since i handed in my gun
what all these keys are for
now my tour of dutyís done
you got to know the switches
now you got your turn
watch and learn, junior
watch and learn

now you will get your
trouble spots
hereís one from
down voodoo way
bragged he had me
by the you-know-whats
very funny, you donít say
the big enchilada
stealing elections
had to go down there
trash collection
got his cojones
on my desk in there
made into a souvenir
set of cufflinks, nice pair
the rest of himís
someplace up here
sometimes you got to
put a shoulder to the door
not so fast, junior
listen to your pa
here, son
iím handing over to you
donít crash the ambulance
whatever you do

what we have hereís
a dung hole place
thought it was fly shit
on the map
fat bastard, ugly face
and the personal crap
you canít move the barriers
you canít mess with oil and gas
had to go down there
stick a couple
aircraft carriers
in his ass
fancy dress
medals chest
itís all in here
for all the gigs
gas mask
bullet-proof vest
all the usual rigs
thereíll be things they missed
they didnít mention
youíve even
got a whistle in there
for attracting attention

well, i think youíre gonna
be okay, son
youíve had the tour, i guess
these two buttons
by the way
this one i hope
you never press
some holy fool, just watch
whoís not like you or me
that oneís the whole
shooting match
right there
itís the whole shitaree
we donít forget
who put us here, jack
thatís page one
we talk soft
but carry a big stick
and pack the biggest gun
we donít like accidents
major or minor
you donít want yourself
an incident
donít ever invade china

here, son
iím handing over to you
donít crash the ambulance
here, son
iím handing over to you
donít crash the ambulance
whatever you do

   

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