1.Mr 1470
Here i sit in my bones, on the bones upon the hill
Staring out at the wild, blue yonder
Digging deep, i'd found buttons in my pockets
Naked now my skin begins to crawl
I dream suits, i see suits
Looking back, was there ever such a moment
Immersed in mystery i was witnessing a crime
Digging deep i came across a murder
Among the roots of our spreading family tree
We learned to love, we learned to kill
We taught ourselves to rule the world
I dream suits, i see suits
Do you see suits, can you dream suits？
There i stood, face pressed against the window
I know his number, but i'll never know his name
Behind the glass buried in the sockets
A recognition, my skin begins to crawl
We learned to love, we learned to kill
We taught ourselves to rule this world
But who's the one we're frightened of
We are the sons of 1470
The geese fly chevrons cross the night sky
Heading south, the hunters lead them on
Jets trail the hems of skirts of angels
A train threads along that very floor
So here we live in our bones, on the bones beneath the soil
Staring out, mortal in the darkness
Digging deep we try to find the answers
To all the questions that hatch within our skulls
We learned to love, we learned to kill
We taught ourselves to rule this world
For who's the one we're frightened of？
We are the son of 1470
I dream of suits. do you dream suits？
(dick／paterson／boult)
2.Lady Let It Lie
You should have listened to what your mother said
You should have listened to what your father told you to do
But you always did just what you always wanted to do
Now you end up here singing in a gilded cage
And for half your life you were wishing you were half your age
Lady let it lie
It's hard putting down your family roots when you're living in
A mobile home, but there's always blood even in a rolling stone
You squeezed me hard for the white collar dream
But you woke up to a tie dye lifestyle and its choking me
Lady let it lie
Chorus
All the boys want to be all the girls want to be all the boys
I don't want to be me no more
All the boys want to be all the girls in this turnaround world
I don't want to be me no more
They once said i was a rising star declaring me a bright
contender
When it all worked out i was just a pretender
I could never disagree if you said you were dissatisfied
But why you got to take it out on a guy that tried
But surely there's something left, something worth fighting for
Something out of all this mess that's worth building on
Maybe we can start again, maybe give it one more try
Or do we just walk away, and maybe fade and die
Chorus
All the boys want to be all the girls want to be all the boys
I don't want to be me no more
All the boys want to be all the girls in this turnaround world
I don't want to be me no more
I don't want to be me no more
Me no more
(dick／paton／cassidy)
3.Emperor's Song
What would you do if it all broke up
What would you do if the doors were shut
And the pearls are being eaten by the swine
What would you do when the worms don't turn
There's nothing left nowhere to run
And it's looking slightly bleaker every day
Do you follow your heart, do you follow the drum
Do you follow the flag, do you shoulder the gun
Do you slow march off the edge with head held high
Do you do down gently without a fight
Do you take it on the chin and beg for more
When the sword is raised and the trumpet calls
You bow down, bow down, bow down to the emperor's song
Did you believe in the post-war dream
Do you hate dealing with machines
And one's picking up your prayer off the phone
You followed advice, you followed the work
You followed the rules, you gave it your lot
But a younger man's just taken on your job
We've all got long term contracts with the man upstairs
But who's picking up the options on our souls
When it's one life firm and the deal is up
You bow down, bow down to the emperor's song
What do you do when its all too much
When you're out of luck and out of touch
And you can't relate to anything they say
What you do when it gets too tough
When you want to say that enough's enough
You want to walk away and just throw in the towel
Do you go with the grain, do you go with the tide
Do you go with the crowd, do you go for the ride
Do you hang on in until the bitter end
There's a bandwagon leaving but it's not for me
I've swallowed all the hooks and want no more
But when the lights are dimmed and the curtain calls
You bow down, bow down, to the emperor's song
(dick／cassidy／boult)
4.Fortunes Of War
Rosebuds scattered across the lawn like the squares at waterloo
With bayonets of thorns repelling small children in search of
lost tennis balls
Imaginary cannonballs that were fired at the legs of galloping
cavalry
Resting their dreams in the shade of the apple trees
Toy soldiers drunk on warm lemonade
And the children dream of glory and fortunes of war
Safe in bed with stories of fortunes of war, fortunes of war
As the sun sets low on these playing fields
An army returns bearing swords and shields
Dustbin lids and raspberry canes they'll live to fight another
day
For warriors medals, milk bottle tops
Battle flags fashioned from mother's old table cloths
Bright colours run in the summer rain
Sometimes when they fall they will pretend that their hankie is
a bandage to stop the bleeding
And imagine city streets and desert storms and foreign fields
There's bullets flying, these are the fortunes of war
I heard a wheelchair whisper across a stale, stagnant gymnasium
Trailing an ivy league jacket like a matador
Through the jitterbug steps of the night before
I followed him down to the church parade
Where he makes his peace every armistice day
I watched him fade away, melt in the autumn rain
For sometimes when they fall they can't pretend
That the hankie is a bandage that can't stop the bleeding
They're out in city streets and desert storms or foreign fields
With bullets flying, these are the fortunes of war
While their children dream of glory and fortunes of war
Safe in bed with stories and fortunes of war
Of uniforms and glory, fortunes of war, fortunes of war
(dick／cassidy／boult)
5.Somebody Special
She's got a photograph of david bowie
In a victorian hand made frame
Signed backstage by a roadie in his name
She's got hemingway in her bedside table
And a pistol under a pillow beside her head
The bullets round her neck
She wants to wear suits
A cocktail waitress smokes gauloises blondes
She's been taking tips from tables for too long
She drinks frozen stolichnaya
She likes powders from peru
She don't like no one to tell her what to do
Chorus
She wants to be somebody, be somebody, be somebody, somebody
special
She wants to be somebody, be somebody, be somebody, somebody
special
She wants to wear suits
She's got a nasty reputation as a cruel dude
She likes japanese movies, she likes chinese food
She's got handmade patent leather shoes riding on her feet
She knows the lifestyle that she wants and she's willing to
compete
Chorus
She put her mind to the classroom but outside
She learned more from giving head
She gave her innocence to someone that she once considered a
close friend
She gave her hand to the quarterback on loan to the local
football team
He gave his world as security, his heart as deposit on the dream
But, she wants to wear suits
Chorus
She's got a wedding ring
That's cartier as far as you can tell
She threw it down the local wishing well
She'd lost it in the kitchen sink
Or in a desert motel room
The insurance claim just couldn't come too soon
She wants to be somebody, be somebody, be somebody, somebody
special
She wants to be somebody, be somebody, be somebody, somebody
special
She's somebody special
Do you want to be somebody special
Could you be somebody special
Somebody special
(dick／boult／paton)
6.No Dummy
Me, i'm a nothin' double zero trying to do something
Me, i'm a screwball, tired of being put down
Tired of being shot down
I'm gonna put some ink on the white sheets
Gonna put some blood on the white sheets
Me, i'm no dummy
Me, i wear colours bright and righteous
Serve them with honour
Me, i'm a weapon, a gun for hire teaching the lesson
Gonna be the guy in the white suit
Gonna get my hands on the white suit
Cos me, i'm no dummy
Ducking and diving, thieving and lying, scrounging and sciving,
surviving
Ducking and diving, thieving and lying, scrounging and sciving
Ducking and diving, me no dummy just surviving
Me, i got muscle, no qualifications needed to hustle
Me, i'm a killer ready for the role of the serial killer
Gonna get my hands on the white suit
Ready for the fitting of the white suit
Cos me i'm no dummy
Ducking and diving, thieving and lying, scrounging and sciving,
surviving
Ducking and diving, thieving and lying, scrounging and sciving
Ducking and diving, me no dummy just surviving
I am just surviving look at me no dummy
I'm gonna shoot down the shopping mall gonna get me a name
When they catch me all dressed up i'm gonna blow them away
I'm gonna blow them away
(dick／cassidy／boult)
7.Pipeline
Waiting in my corner, waiting on the bell
I was coming off the ropes, i was going to give them hell
Now i'm waiting
Waiting on the lyric, waiting on the song
I know the muse is coming, i'm holding on
I'm waiting
Waiting on the chances, waiting on the breaks
Waiting on an opportunity that i could take
I'm still waiting
Chorus
And all the time i wonder why
Just what or who the hell i am
Where i'm at, where i'm from
Where i'm going, where i belong
Tell me where i'm coming from
Because i'm waiting in the pipeline
Waiting on a message, waiting on a sign
I was waiting on my holy grail to shine
Waiting with the crossword, waiting on reviews
Waiting on something or someone to give me a clue
I'm still waiting
Chorus
And all the time i wonder why
Just what or who the hell i am
Where i'm at, where i'm from
Where i'm going, where i belong
Why do you keep me waiting on
Because i'm waiting in the pipeline
If the carpet that i'm sitting on could fly
If the ring that's on my finger was a sorcerer's charm
If the cloak that i'm wearing could hide me away
I could wait for forever and a day
If the lady that i'm waiting on isn't mine
Then the castles that i'm building are on shifting sands
If the dream that i'm chasing isn't true
Then the light at the end of the tunnel is just a wrecker's fire
Waiting in the pipeline, waiting on the silence
Waiting on the sound, waiting in the backstage
Waiting on the crowd, waiting
Waiting on the critic, waiting on the gong
Waiting on the dj to play my song
Play my song, i'm waiting
And all the time i wonder why
Just what or who the hell i am
Where i'm at, where i'm from
Where i'm going, where i belong
Tell me where i'm coming from
Because i'm waiting in the pipeline
Waiting in the pipeline, waiting in the pipeline waiting waiting
(dick／paton／boult)
8.Jumpsuit City
All the way from bucharest your skin crawled on the way to
hollywood
Through a whole in the wall
You saw the free world trading in bones
There's a guardian angel at the window
Staring at the corner
She's nowhere to go
She's in the free world trading her bones
Chorus
But if your mother didn't like it she don't need to know
As long as your sending the money home
What happened to the body of the child she bore
Answers on a postcard from jumpsuit city
Sprayed by a moonbeam through the linden leaves
Cast in a shadow in anonymity
He found the free world and sucked on their bones
Performing for animals he's dressed to thrill
High on a pedestal see the surgeon's skill
He lets the free world feast on his bones
Chorus
Behind the curtains there's a sanctuary
For the businessman and the refugee
This is the free world and they trade with their bones
A dead flower from a buttonhole
Lies in the gutter with a million souls
It's the free world, and they're only trading in bones
Chorus
(dick／boult／cassidy)
9.Bandwagon
Bandwagon, it's coming into town
To turn your life around
And take you to the places that you once
Could only dream of
They'll be standing right there before your eyes
And the heroes that you worship
They'll be riding with you, up there by their side
On the bandwagon, it's rolling into town
Gathering the crowds to show them all the places that they once
Could only dream of and put them right before their very eyes
In the stories that they're selling for some pennies and a
little of our time
Well, well do i hear you say, i'm only dreaming
That i'm staring out the window letting all my life just pass me
by
In my defence, listen to me i have never ever stopped believing
That there's a better world out there waiting
And that all i have to do is hitch a ride on the bandwagon
It's coming to my door
I've been on it before
And it took me to the places that i once
Could only dream of they were standing
Right there before my eyes
And i can tell you the stories for
Some pennies and a little of your time
Bandwagon its coming into town
To turn your life around
And take you to the places that you once
Could only dream of
They'll be standing there before your eyes
And the heroes that you worship
They'll be riding with you, up there by their side
On the bandwagon
Here it comes
(dick／paton／boult／usher／paterson／wilkinson)
10.Raw Meat
-for andy field
Raw meat for the balcony
Another mugging in tin pan alley
Another heart of attack takes the centre stage
You might think i'm getting cynical
But after these years i can still pass the physical
Still got my corner, still got my edge
And the waitress takes an order for another round
As i try to blend my way into the crowd
The hunter of the autograph he wants my name
And i just can't find the strength to turn him down
Raw meat for the balcony don't get me wrong
I don't need your sympathy, just lend me a needle and spare me a
dime
Just a tear in the public eye
From laughing or crying it don't mean that much to me
Some sort of reaction is all that i need
The cognac goes down better in the hotel room,
When you're staring at the writing on the wall
Condemned by the critics who want to tear me down
When it's just another lyric going for a song
We're low on life on the highway in search of coin
Picking up the pennies from the road
Guided by direction in the wake of stars
We were driven by a dream that's broken down
But the bandwagon's parked up in another town
We hope tomorrow its heading out our way
To get us out the tunnel where we've paid our dues
With friends we buried there beyond the lights
Raw meat for the balcony
Is that all i am, is that all i'm going to be？
Raw meat for the balcony,
Nobody's fool but mine, is that my destiny？
But if that bandwagon takes off for another town
And the suits that buy the wine don't like my song
Though i'm playing to empty tables
Till the curtain falls
I'll always find the strength to carry on
I'll always have the strength to carry on
I'm raw meat!
(dick／paterson)
11.Out Of My Mind
The girl that i've been dreaming of is stepping with another guy
On the dancefloor at the center of the room
And the record that they're dancing to's the one we used to
dance to
I caught a smiling at the corner of her eye
It's not getting any esier, it's just getting harder
It's not getting any easier as these months go by
...
12.Black Canal
They'll always find a place for you in the sidewalk cafes
No one ventures into the streets these days
Except strangers and those like me, looking for work
I noticed the smell when i got off the bus
And traced it down to a canal that ran
Right through the heart of the city
Like an open vein full of black rotten blood
A mirror surface broken only by the bubbles of gas
Escaping from the stagnating mess that lay on the bottom
Fuelled by the chemicals and effluent of the city
Which was fed, in turn, by the barges and the ships
That followed that line and created the waves across that
Surface to the dockside where they unloaded their holds,
The swarms of people clambering over them
I sat down in a cafe and i was holding my own
And minding my own business
And a voice spoke in my ears as if it recognized
That i was questioning the source of the smell
Have another beer boy, take it with a pinch of snuff
And my eyes were bedazzled, by the jewels in his silken cuff
And a voice rolled out from an ashen cloud from behind a long
cigar
Son, you'll never need to smell the black canal
It was as if he'd read my mind, as if he expected it
And, as the afternoon was wasted, i became aware
I was becoming wrapped up in his world
I became aware of the smell from the bouquet in his buttonhole
It was taking me away from the canal
And away from my questions
I was aware that the perfumes were all around us
And he sold me the city, well at least he tried to with all his
stories
All the silks out of china
And all the satins out of spain
All the powders for your noses
Will keep the stench at bay
Have another beer boy, take it with a pinch of snuff
Your eyes will be bedazzled, by the jewels in my scented cuff
And a voice rolled out from an ashen cloud from behind a long
cigar
Son, you'll never need to smell this black canal
And my world was spinnin', my head was awash
With this promises and his beer
And i looked up as he reached down
And snorted the flower in his buttonhole
He smiled and his eyes lied
I was staring at a suit with no soul
No matter how you wash them
How you scrub and bleach and boil
You'll never get rid of the smell of the black canal
Of the black canal
Black canal
The black canal
The black canal
The black canal
(derek dick／foss paterson)
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