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Here Is The News
05:01
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I`m going into space with a multi-billionaire
You can see the whole of Africa from way-o-way up there
We`re going to burn a million dollars of fuel in seconds flat
The King of Amazon: our hero ultimate fat cat
Here is the news
Here is the news
This is your final warning
I`m made of plastic – energized by fossil fuels
I tilt at windmills. They don`t teach you teach you that at school
I saw a whale consume a tonne of toxic waste
This planet`s only a stepping stone for the techno human race
Here is the news
Here is the news
This is your final warning
Here is the news
Here is the news
You`re going to pay for this
The floods, the heatwaves, the volcanic ups and downs
The cities eating up the fields and the quaint bucolic towns
Who gives a damn about the world...let`s concrete the planet
It`s gone way beyond its sell-by date. The good times: we had it
Here is the news
Here is the news
This really is your final warning
Here is the news
Here is the news
You`re going to pay for this
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2. |
High On A London Bus
03:08
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I was riding on a bus through Hampstead
I saw a girl with a golden pram
She was wearing Technicolor glass
She had a thousand stars in her hand
Somebody was laughing
Somebody was dancing
We were high on a London bus
I was riding on a bus through Kilburn
I saw a man in a phantom mask
He was holding a sign and wailing
He said: Paradise never lasts
Somebody was screaming
Somebody was dancing
We were high on a London bus
We waved from the top of the bus
All the children waved to us
And the world turned – to dust...
I was riding on a bus through Camden
I saw Samual Pepys skating by
I could see the future shine right through him
And the the girl with the stars waved goodbye
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3. |
Painting Portraits
06:40
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How many years does it take
For the memories and dreams to collide
Was the London Road so magical
Or was it just our childish ride
These memories so dark
But the spirits so high
We`re painting portraits in England
Always asking how far
The city after dark
Remembering landmarks
Seen from the back of the car
We sat in a row in the back
Wishing for mountains to come
But the rain beat down – and the wheels turned round
We never saw the sun
These memories so dark
But the spirits so high
We`re painting portraits in England
Blessed by the moon and her stars
The city after dark
Remembering landmarks
Seen from the back of the car
My father drove without speaking
My mother in a world of her own
We could never go back to Rayners Lane
We could never go home
The city so dark
I felt so alone
We`re painting portraits in England
And me with my lifetime scar
The city after dark
Remembering landmarks
Seen from the back of the car
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4. |
The Man Who Had It All
05:12
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He played with giants – drank from Elysian streams
Flew above our over-clouded world
He knew every chord to every anthem, hymn and song
Tugged hard on every untuned string
The climber, the seeker
The man who had it all
The major minor shift
The broken chord
He went too far along the spirit road
And found himself in melody alone
The song soon faded in vast and empty halls
Where sixty angels flew in fragrant rags
The climber, the seeker
The man who had it all
The major minor shift
The curtain call
There are beds of leaves now beneath sky trees
Beneath sky trees....
The peaceful end: Nocturnal ruby dream
The final journey down harmonic streams
The hands upon the clock driven by the wind
Was this the beginning or was this the end
The climber, the seeker
The man who had it all
The major minor shift
The broken chord
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5. |
Point Of View
04:21
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Hey now – hey now...
Someone said that life is but a dream
Well I don`t know if that`s true, but if I`ve spent it all with
I know when we awake we will share this point of view
Hey now – hey now...
Twice around the world and twice around my heart
All the storms that we went through
They made us stronger me and you
Now we return to face our mutual point of view
Love, time and fortune
Fate, hope and love – and love...
Hey now – hey how...
We know the dark horizon`s getting near
But we have walked together in our shoes
Along these pathways old and new
And now we face the everlasting point of view
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6. |
The Time Of Trees
03:33
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Living in the time of trees
Turning over paper and leaves
Remembering at last everything that we lost
Living in the time of trees
Counting out the silver and gold
All the forests and hills that were sold
Accounting to man for the ultimate cost
Counting out the silver and gold
The elder, the oak
The aspen the beech
The chestnut, the willow
The pine and the tragic ash...
Remembering the rivers and seas
The year we all fell to our knees
The progress, the science...the line that was crossed
Remembering the rivers and seas
Living in the time of trees
Calling out the leaders and thieves
The future we lost that was nailed to a cross
Living in the time of trees
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7. |
Black Cab
03:47
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Black cab in Soho Square
Three girls with Sassoon hair
The whole damn world is going crazy
Unique: It`s a new boutique
My Anello and Davide feet
The whole damn town is going wild
This is the time – this is the now
I`m in love with Mary Quant
Black cab: It`s a time machine
Terence Stamp in a limousine
The whole damn world is going crazy
Fontana and a tangerine
A Consulate and a cup of tea
The whole damn town is going wild
You had to really be alive
In `64 and `65
Black cab and the lsd
The social change – the economy
The whole damn world is going crazy
Nostalgia in a paper cup
When it`s over you can wake me up
The whole damn town is going wild
This is the time – this is the now
I`m in love with Leslie Lawson
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8. |
The Song You Never Heard
04:05
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This is the song you never heard
All my excuses and regrets
Not easy to forgive
Or to forget
But we survived the broken heart
This is the song you never heard
Here is your melody at last
Now we must take
Our separate paths
Can we survive the broken hearts
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9. |
The Spirits Of Hyde Park
05:50
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Flying paper planes through the skies above the park
Waiting for the deep romantic dark
The Bayswater Road and the traffic in Park Lane
We ran beneath the trees to escape the summer rain
We did our courting, enjoyed our pauper lunch
We knew we held the future in our hands
We threw a coin into the silver Serpentine
Allowed our dreams to fashion all our plans
We are the spirits of Hyde Park
And we will stay forever young
Destined to walk these paths forever
We are the spirits of Hyde Park
And we composed for you this song
These are the last remains: Our London love letter
We returned today and found all our bridges burned
All the decades in ashes on the ground
Everything was even in the darkest night
Our memories were all that we found
The Royal Albert Hall: A giant bejewelled tortoise
Crawling down the road to Kensington
The echoes of music suspended in the trees
Ahh – nostalgia a welcome disease
We are the spirits of Hyde Park
And we will stay forever young
Destined to walk these paths forever
We are the spirits of Hyde Park
And we composed for you this song
These are the last remains: Our London love letter
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10. |
The Diary
04:42
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There are no stories left to tell
There`s no one I want to meet
I`ve had my share of small success
And big defeats
I`ve seen the writing on the wall
I heard the echoes of faint praise
The past infects my heart
The future drowns my days
I kept a diary of the days that came and went
Of the future we had planned for ourselves
It`s come and gone – it`s come and gone
There is nothing but dust left on these shelves
There are no stories left to tell
There`s no one I want to meet
I`ve had my share of small success
And big defeats
I put the diary in a box
It`s buried now beneath a tree
We`ll live forever through its pages
You and me...
I kept a diary of the days that came and went
Of the future we had planned for ourselves
It`s come and gone – it`s come and gone
There is nothing but dust left on these shelves
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11. |
Petticoat Lane
03:49
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I`m getting up it`s a Sunday morning
I`m going down to Petticoat Lane
I`m going to see a man about a dog
Have a cuppa with Crazy Jane
I`m in – I`m out
The kinda guy that likes to get about
The bells are ringing from Bow to Poplar
We`re all wearing our Sunday best
Crazy Jane is dancing and spinning
Later on we`ll head up West
She`s in – she`s out
The kinda girl that likes to get about
She`s hanging on on the back of the Vespa
We`re shooting down the Roman Road
The pills are buzzing – this is teenage heaven
A sensory overload
We`re in – we`re out
The kinda kids that like to get about
I`m getting up it`s a Sunday morning
I`m going down to Petticoat Lane
I`m going to see a man about a dog
Have a cuppa with Crazy Jane
I`m in – I`m out
The kinda guy that likes to get about
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12. |
The Leopard And The Lamb
04:16
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I walk through cities that are underground
In a time where no rains or rivers flow
I see mountains and continents of sand
I see the leopard and the lamb
There are no churches or cathedrals where to hide
The trees are now all ashes in the wind
This is a time of consequence for man
I see the leopard and the lamb
I had a wife and a house upon a hill
I saw a valley and a future made of glass
But we were lied to – we were told there was a plan
I see the leopard and the lamb
We scratch for seeds in atomic broken earth
We dream of vast forests on the moon
The eagles fly above this dark demented land
I see the leopard and the lamb
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