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West London Boys
05:03
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Walking into town by the traffic on the great west road
Sounds and the smells of the city fill my senses
Hopping on the back of a 117 bus
Alleyways neatly trimmed hedges, walls and fences
Birds singing. Church bells ringing.
Sensory assault has left me spinning
'cause we were the West London boys
Heading to the ground on the underground train
To stand behind the wall of noise
Just to hear their voices ringing out again
The West London boys
Sitting in the corner of coffee bar an ice cream float
Sounds drifting over the street from the record store
Push my plate across the formica, grab my hat and coat
Pile into johnny’s motor on the ground floor
Stood waiting. By the station.
Atmosphere electric with anticipation
'cause we were the West London boys
Heading to the ground on the underground train
To stand behind the wall of noise
Just to hear their voices ringing out again
The West London boys
Sunset over the Westway
Roar of traffic overhead
Smoking fags in the doorway
Terry sticks his porkpie hat back on his head
Everyone's converging on Loftus Road in the sunshine
Buy myself a program and a burger from the van
BBC building towering up to the skyline
Drop a few coins in the bowl for the newspaperman
Turnstiles. Sat in the aisles
Blue and white hoops stretching out for miles
'cause we were the West London boys
Heading to the ground on the underground train
To stand behind the wall of noise
Just to hear their voices ringing out again
The West London boys
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2. |
Secret Of My Success
03:34
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This is the secret of my success
Afloat in a sea of stress
This is the size of the task at stake
I'm finding it hard to shake
I am a tree in a windblown storm
A willow bent in form
I have a reason to believe
I've something up my sleeve
I am adrift in a drift of sand
A dark and distant land
There is a light on a far flung shore
The distant rumblings of war
This is the secret of my success
A stab in the dark of my best guess
I have a job and a wage to earn
I wait for the screw to turn
It is unreasonable to assume
The light in the shining dark and gloom
Is like a beacon to which i'm drawn
The sunshine after the dawn
I am a dancer with two left feet
But it keeps me off the street
It's like difficult second book
That nobody wants to give a second look
All of my hopes and dreams
Are fragile like moonbeams
Take with a pinch of salt
As serve follows double fault
The winter is dark and cold
Don't know what the future holds
For me
This is the secret of my success
I worry about my code of dress
I have a problem with authority
In my complacency
I am a cog in a huge machine
But I'm keeping my nose clean
I hear the rhythm of distant drums
I'm all fingers and thumbs
I am a song in the key of change
But it's out of my range
I take a step on the walk of shame
I only have myself to blame
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3. |
Dancing In The Rain
03:41
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I’m feeling trivial - frivolous and devil-may-care
The weathers terrible - roughing up and messing my hair
There’s nothing difficult - as far as I can ascertain
Just watch my troubles flow down the drain
I’m just dancing in the rain
There’s something risible - ridiculing people stare
Their scorn is visible - but I really just don’t care
It’s of no consequence - that I’m getting soaked again
just watch me pirouette down the lane
I’m just dancing in the rain
I see the clouds parting rays of sunshine slicing through the gloom
I am unstoppable - nothing now can hold me back
It’s not impossible - easy when you’ve got the knack
I’m not hysterical - laughing at the last refrain
stamping through puddles in my shoes again
I’m just dancing in the rain
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4. |
Double Six
04:20
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Heads down. Shade on the light
Counting down the hours ‘til Friday night
Duck down the alley. The back street
Following the sound of the backbeat
Right at the shopfront. Left by the bag of tricks
Down at the Double-Six
Five feet. Deep at the bar
Queueing up for drinks by the old blue star
Bright lighting tower by the stage
The Telecaster used to belong to Jimmy Page
Faded setlist, plectrums and broken drumsticks
Down at the Double-Six
It’s the sign of a mis-spent youth
That I remember all the names of the bands that played
If you acknowledge it’s a universal truth
There is nothing in the world that I would trade
Stand down with my back to the wall
Strobe light flickering the curtain call
Blue jean, snakeskin pattern on a vest
Bassline hits you like a punch in the chest
Faded stencilled words on the old red bricks
Down at the Double-Six
Backstage. Lights on the blink
Fumble in my pocket to buy another drink
Smoke on the water. Smoke in the air
Step across the road by the headlight glare
Nothing that some cash and a night on the tiles won’t fix
Down at the Double-Six
Punch drunk at the end of the fight
Just another average Friday night
Footfall. Dancing in the street
Unconscious by the window seat
Sprawled on the deck guess the grape and the grain don’t mix
Down at the Double-Six
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5. |
Paradise Island
04:39
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The sun is out over the bright blue sea
The water's calm but something is bothering me
No land in sight and into the clouds I steer
Away from you and onto the rocks I fear
But will I ever reach Paradise Island - sun golden shores
But will I ever reach Paradise Island - locked on this course
A change of heart I’m lost in the aqualine
The danger sign - storm warning I fail to heed
We drift apart I follow the compass line
No maps or charts help me in my hour of need
But will I ever reach Paradise Island - sun golden shores
But will I ever reach Paradise Island - locked on this course
And just when you think the water is calm and it's safe to cross
The weight of your doubts are holding you back
They hang 'round your neck like an albatross
The sun that burns and dances the swirling foam
I glance astern and sail on my course back home
But will I ever reach Paradise Island - sun golden shores
But will I ever reach Paradise Island - locked on this course
But will I ever reach Paradise Island - sun golden shores
But will I ever reach Paradise Island - locked on this course
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6. |
Sleep
04:52
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It's four o clock in the morning
And I'm driving home in the rain
My mind is numb I'm so tired
Now the only thing remaining is to
Close my eyes and dream of a street where the rain falls on me
Consciousness so far away I can hear the rain call to me
How I wish I could sleep for a thousand years
Circling the world until it disappears
I could sleep 'til the end of time
Far above the stratosphere I'll climb
But now I'm not so sure that I - wish I could sleep
These city streets are so quiet
And I'm half asleep at the wheel
Only the sound of the wind whistling
Through the streets and the rain disturb the
Silent slumber of a town in the early hours of the morning
I can see the street lamp reflection of the house as i start yawning
How I wish I could sleep for a thousand years
Circling the world until it disappears
I could sleep 'til the end of time
Far above the stratosphere I'll climb
I pull my car into the drive
Watch the light reflecting on the chrome
So many many hours I have spent
Driving through the night just - to get home
Close my eyes and sleep under the sheets where the darkness calls me
Tumbling I am slumbering again as the night falls on me
How I wish I could sleep for a thousand years
Circling the world until it disappears
I could sleep 'til the end of time
Far above the stratosphere I'll climb
But now I'm not so sure that I - wish I could sleep
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7. |
Ticket To The Dance
03:46
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Standing by the fence feeling tense by the old courtyard.
Another day at work office clerk I've been working so hard
Now I'm heading off downtown
I’ll be shaking to the new sounds
Night's still young having fun given half a chance
Gotta ticket to the dance
Waiting for the train in the rain on the station platform
Dreaming of a hot mug of tea in the dry and warm
Crammed in the carriage heading back home
Shut out the noise from tinny headphones
Rhythm of the wheels on the tracks has got me in a trance
Gotta ticket to the dance
Hey hey hey - everybody’s talking about
Going out on Friday night
Hey hey hey - everybody screaming and shouting
One to many beers and I’ll be tight
Just another Friday night
Standing at the back in the shack behind the dancefloor
Outside in the street on my feet coming back for more
Got a flicknife that’s a comb now
heading back to my hometown
Rattling the milk bottle crate by the gate by chance
Gotta ticket to the dance
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Steve Clarke Fleet, UK
Steve began is career in music playing bass guitar for the legendary new wave band Impulse. He cut his songwriting teeth
and provided pulsating dub-influenced basslines for the band's eponymous first album.
Later Steve was the guitarist/singer/principal songwriter in The Drones Club, who's retro-jangle 60's influenced songs could be heard in clubs and pubs throughout the south of England.
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