I'm walkin' down Roppongi. The night is hot and smoggy. I drink a little coffee. A sake and a beer. . I run into a ginja man. He speaks but I don't understand.
The night stank of diesel. A stranger came to town. A cold wind blowing. And the rain pouring down. . Street lights flicker. And the power lines moan.
When I was a child staring at the tube. I saw sex, violence and death on the news. One day I saw the Duke kill someone. Daddy said don't worry boy, they're just acting son.
The hour's late and the lights are low. I'm walkin' home just kicking stones. I waited at the depot, you never showed. You missed the last bus hours ago.
When I was a child staring at the tube. I saw sex, violence and death on the news. One day I saw the duke kill someone. Daddy said don't worry boy, they're just acting son.
Across the dark and dusty plain. Where scars of old dry rivers run. Night unfolds, a coal black shroud. Across the hard and stony ground. . Distant stars shining bright.
She'll slide you in, you taste the sin. She slowly gets inside your head. You feel her take control and she'll steal you soul. She's the devil lying in your bed.
When you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair. Talking to those rich folks that you know. Well I hope you won't see me in my ragged company.
The canals and the bridges, the embankments and cuts,. They blasted and dug with their sweat and their guts. They never drank water but whiskey by pints.
Remember the nights we sat. And talked about all our dreams. Well little did we know then. They were more distant than they seemed. Well I, well I knew it.
You gotta weep, you gotta wail. You gotta drag yourself on hands. And knees bleedin' another mile along the trail. . You gotta laugh in the face of the devil.
In the days when I was courtin'. I was seldom done resortin'. In the ale house and the playhouse. And many's the house between. . I told me brother Seamus.
(here it comes). Well funky monkeys in the jungle tonight. They got two by two dont hear me right. Band playing loudly baby. Gone are the days when the days gone.
All of the grasses grow and the waters flow. In a free and easy way.. But give me enough of the rare aul' stuff. That's made near Galway Bay.. Come gougers all, from Donegal,.
Coughing, blues? : "gol, bret--don't touch me there!". Bret: I'm gonna tell you who we are.. . Well we're big rock singers. We got golden fingers. And we're loved everywhere we go.
It was 1962 and I was. two years out of school. When I got on board a boat. That was bound for Liverpool. The day we sailed away. I remember it so well.
I've got no worries. I've got no regrets. Who they think they're kiddin'?. They ain't seen nothing yet. . You point your finger try to tell me I'm wrong.
Mary's sellin' flowers on a stall in EC1. Tonight she'll be out lookin' for some fun. Her mate, Gerry's in the basement, he hasn't got a home. But prides himself that he's got most things done.
I dreamt we were standing. By the banks of the Thames. Where the cold gray waters ripple. In the misty morning light. . Held a match to your cigarette.
I'm gonna take a freight train down at the station, Lord. I don't care where it goes. Gonna climb a mountain, the highest mountain, Lord. And gonna jump off, aint nobody, ain't nobody gonna know.