(transcribed by steve norgrove, jim madden, et al). . Will there come a time when sorrow's hard to find. And all those nursery rhymes will find a meaning.
I'm feelin' ugly, I'm feelin low, mornin' mirror, you ain't no rose. Did I mean it or did I lie or did I dream it?. Oh Christ, I'm tired. . Why then did you have to grin now the blood rolls down my chin.
I fell for you in your attic. Over the hum and grind of afternoon traffic. We should be pleased to have shared the breeze or a bus. Now you ask what was the fuss.
(mick ralphs). . Sitting here alone again. Wondering where it is. Can't begin to figure out. The reason for our mess. Maybe theres no cause or comfort.
Pull away to you. In your best blue dress.. Silos and rolling hills,. Your eyes in brilliant focus.. . We learned how our bodies worked,. Soft and familiar,.
(ian hunter/guy stevens). . This isn't a song in the true sense of the word - it is an end-of-session jam (sounds a bit like 'the journey'); but I have included it anyway..
(ian hunter). . Clouds among (? ). The feelings that you catch. The worries through the years. . There was a time in 69. Now the fools are cool. And my dream appears.
Well, my brother, he was a drinking man and I asked him for release. He said, This won't do you no good, and sent for the police". Well, they busted me for nothing, 'cos they said, I was insane.
(ian hunter). . All the changes they will take their time. In the morning dust they'll begin to rise. Halfway to a borderline. Well I can see the end.
don't need a reason to, do the things that I do.. No need to impress you, just wanna undress you.. I really love your shoes, you still kick kangaroos..
Ladies and gentlemen. The golden age of rock 'n' roll. . Everybody hazy, shell-shocked and crazy. Screaming for the face at the window. Jeans for the genies, dresses for the dreamies.
(ian hunter). . There goes happiness. Down that street. Pick me up, put me down again. Just when I was on my feet. . I get stoned every day. My best friend he gone and went away.
Standing on the corner. Suitcase in my hand. Jack is in his corset and Jane is in her vest. And me, I'm in a rock and roll band. . Riding in a Stutz Bearcat Jim.
Angeline, I love you, your mouth is like a sting. And when I close my eyes each night, well I often hear you sing. Imagination's hidden book, you wrote it on the wing.
As we're walking through this land. You reach out that open hand. Then you look up to the trees. See them hanging in the leaves. Things you don't believe are true.
Hazy like a Tokyo Summer. I've been hanging off your every word. Under blankets and covers. . I see the feeling of the moment now over your cheeks. I hear the lack of intimidation whenever you speak.
One day I took a walk through the old ghost town. Went to the place where that church had all burnt down. Started home just as night began to fall. Then realized I couldn't find my way at all.
The way that you move makes me think. That you're a dead ringer for a rock 'n' roll singer. And the way that you dance makes me wanna create. Some kind of scene in your life.
1. In the wilderness. you run 'til you scream. (The boy and the gun) x2 repeated through verse. You lay on spruce bows. and you drink from the stream.
Hi, there your friendly neighborhood sadist. Want to take you for a ride. Come on tell me 'bout the nights that I make you cry. Two tiny purple hands crawling out across the floor.