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The Love Parade
03:42
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The love parade?
You’ve missed it, I’m afraid
It left an hour ago
A shame you were too slow
The crowds have gone
No sign of them remains
But litter in the street
The echo of their feet
Too late - for the love parade
Love always passed you by
But there’s no need to cry
Too late - for the love parade
Let others have their fun
You’re not the only one
Who’s missed the love parade
You would have seen
The girls with cheeks aglow
And Venus on her shell
And Cupid with his bow
There would have been
Young sailors with tattoos
And tarts with high-heeled shoes
And poets with the blues
Too late - for the love parade
You never had a chance
You weren’t invited to the dance
Too late - for the love parade
Don’t look so dismayed
You’re not the only one
Who’s missed the love parade
Let’s not forget
The ancient men and crones
The Darbys and the Joans
Who came to shake their bones
They’re not like you
You’ll always be alone
The evenings on your own
The silent telephone
Too late - for the love parade
Love always passed you by
But there’s no need to sit and cry
Too late - for the love parade
Let others have their fun
You’re not the only one
Who’s missed the love parade
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2. |
The Night Life
02:40
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Caterwauls from rooftops
Foxes in the street
Rummage in the rubbish bins
For rotten things to eat
Let’s leave them in the suburbs
And travel into town
Where more exotic species
Have their hunting ground
Parrots preen their feathers
Pretty panthers prowl
Monkeys hang and chatter
Green-eyed leopards growl
The night life has teeth
The night life has claws
The night life is wild
And has its own laws
The night life is hard
The night life is cold
No place for the young
No room for the old
Herons hunched in smoky bars
Silent white-faced owls
Hear hyenas cackle
And howler monkeys howl
Wolves in search of lonely hearts
Crocodiles lie low
Until they spot a stray gazelle
And then it’s time to go
The night life is cruel
The night life don’t care
It says you were warned
It’s buyer beware
The night life desires
The night life has needs
It’s hungry for flesh
The night life must feed
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3. |
Born Bad
02:09
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Born bad
Isn’t it sad
No hope for her
With the start she had
Her fate
Didn’t run straight
Tried to change
It was too late
All she wants is ordinary happiness
And all she gets is drama
Look at all the tragedy
In the family
It must be karma
Born bad
Isn’t it sad
Wants to be better
And it’s driving her mad
All wrong
Her whole life long
Born bad
Same old song
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4. |
Wild West
02:49
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Stucco cracked and peeling
Now it’s new and clean and smooth and white
What is it concealing?
What strange crimes are going on out of sight?
Read the morning headlines
Banker’s wife has disappeared
Caught him on the camera
Haven’t found her but it’s feared…
There’s the old Electric
That’s where Christie used to change the reels
Up the road near Golborne’s
Where he went to buy his mash and eels
You can feel the darkness
Where history has been
Filthy like an old cloth
That no washing can get clean
Times have changed
And places rearranged
But it will always be the Wild West
Near that two-star restaurant
That’s where Oswald Mosley preached his hate
Standing on the same spot
That Kelso Cochrane met his fate
Luxury apartments
Next to councils boarded up
Exiled to the seaside
Gentrifying never stops.
Times have changed
And places rearranged
But it will always be the Wild West
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London in the violet hour
Sauntering down Rathbone Place
Smiling as I pass the White Tower
Thinking of a much-loved face
She wasn’t much of a beauty
And she wasn’t all that bright
But when it came to having a party
Susie was your girl, all right
Whenever she was brassic
She’d come up with a classic
And tell you she forgot her purse
She’d get quite histrionic
Demand a gin and tonic
You’d tell yourself it could be worse
Many times I’ve sat in a corner
Of the Colony Room
Watching Susie flirting and dancing
Bright in the November gloom
Knowing that the evening would end in
Tears and sometimes in bed
Waking on a Saturday morning
With Susie and an aching head
Sometimes she would tell you she loved you
Other times forget your name
Often she would cry on your shoulder
And tell you men are all the same
It’s such a shame about Susie
Now she’s given up the booze
She may have been a little bit crazy
But I’m still singing the blues
Still singing the blues
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Would-Be-Goods London, UK
Would-be-goods are usually a four-piece band but this is a solo project which I began in October 2020, trying to trick myself into being more productive by treating songwriting as a game or challenge. Peter, my partner, acted as my daily title generator. I then had 24 hours to write and record the song. ... more
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