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　　True Love Will Never Fade
　　
　　True love will never fade
　　True love will never fade
　　True love will never fade
　　True love will never fade
　　True love will never fade
　　
　　I wonder if there's no forever
　　- no walking hand in hand
　　Down a yellow brick road
　　To never-never land
　　These days I get to where I'm going
　　- make it there eventually
　　Follow the trail of breadcrumbs
　　To where I'm meant to be
　　To where I'm meant to be
　　
　　I don't know what brought you to me
　　That was up to you
　　There's so many come to see me
　　Who want their own tattoo
　　I fixed a needle in the holder
　　Laid my hand upon your spine
　　And there upon your shoulder
　　I drew the picture as your sign
　　
　　When I think about us
　　I see the picture that we made
　　The picture to remind us
　　True love will never fade
　　True love will never fade
　　True love will never fade
　　True love will never fade
　　
　　I work the rowdies and day-trippers
　　Now and then I think of you
　　Any which way we're all shuffling
　　Forward in the queue
　　They'd like to move my operation
　　They'd like to get me off the pier
　　And I dream I'm on a steamer
　　Pulling out of here
　　
　　When I think about us
　　I see the picture that we made
　　The picture to remind us
　　True love will never fade
　　True love will never fade
　　True love will never fade
　　True love will never fade
　　True love will never fade
　　True love will never fade
　　
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　　The scaffolder's wife
　　Driving out of the yard
　　With a face that's as hard
　　As a scaffolder's bar -
　　When she goes into town
　　She might take the top down
　　On the car
　　
　　The quick little steps
　　In the stiletto boots
　　And the hair with the roots
　　She comes in as a rule
　　To get the nails done
　　And the tan for the sun
　　When the kids are in school
　　
　　Don't begrudge her the Merc
　　It's been nothing but work
　　And a hard life
　　Losing her looks
　　Over company books
　　- the scaffolder's wife
　　
　　In the wicked old days
　　When they went it alone
　　Kept the company going
　　On a wing and a prayer
　　They don't pay what they owe
　　When they have the cash flow
　　- they don't care
　　
　　Don't begrudge her the Merc
　　It's been nothing but work
　　And a hard life
　　Losing her looks
　　Over company books
　　- the scaffolder's wife
　　
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　　The Fizzy And The Still
　　
　　Sunday morning, here we are
　　The boy's come home
　　Not quite the movie star
　　
　　He's been in Hollywood
　　The boy's come home
　　The boy's done good
　　
　　He says she asked too high a price
　　Neglecting to declare
　　What sits between them there on ice,
　　Chilled, with the fizzy and the still:
　　He tried but didn't make it there
　　
　　'It's not for me
　　It's not for me'
　　
　　Sunday papers, here we are
　　The boy's come home
　　The boy's come home
　　
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　　Heart Full Of Holes
　　
　　You can tell me your troubles
　　I'll listen for free
　　My regulars trust me, it seems
　　You can come and see Uncle
　　To get through the week
　　Leave your pledges with me to redeem
　　Some folk sell their bodies
　　For ten bob a go
　　Politicians go pawning their souls
　　Which doesn't make me
　　Look too bad, don't you know
　　Me, with my heart full of holes
　　All my yesterdays broken
　　A watch with no face
　　All battered and old
　　Bits of the movement
　　All over the place
　　And a heart full of holes
　　A heart full of holes
　　A heart full of holes
　　
　　Brass knuckles and banjos
　　Are out on the town
　　At the knees-up
　　In Teddy Boys' Row
　　The gold block and tackle
　　Tells the time upside down
　　Rock n' roll - well, I don't know
　　Dead people's wedding gifts
　　Walk out the door
　　A clarinet squeals to be free
　　Accordions hop
　　From the shelves to the floor -
　　Start playing their polkas to me
　　
　　There's a ringing of bells
　　A dunderhead's curse
　　Fingers are pointing at you
　　And you take work in hell
　　And be glad it's not worse
　　And you get to the back of the queue
　　Handcuffs and hunting knives
　　Clang on the bars
　　Air pistols shoot out the lights
　　I've a whole Wailing Wall
　　Of electric guitars
　　Could shatter the windows
　　Down Brick Lane tonight
　　
　　If one of us dies, love
　　I think I'll retire
　　See my boys and my beautiful girls
　　A Garden of Eden
　　No gates or barbed wire
　　Who knows, maybe gates made of pearls
　　Well, if we go to heaven
　　And some say we don't
　　But if there's a reckoning day
　　Please God, I'll see you
　　And maybe I won't
　　I've a bag packed to go either way
　　
　　Redeeming your pledge, dear
　　I'll keep it for you
　　It's not going to go anywhere
　　But your soul, your soul
　　That is not what I do
　　There's not a lot I can do there
　　I remember the officer's watch
　　In my hand:
　　'Repair it or die' I was told
　　It's a wonder to me -
　　I still don't understand
　　Why I ever survived to be old
　　With a heart full of holes
　　A heart full of holes
　　A heart full of holes
　　
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　　We Can Get Wild
　　
　　We're old enough for leaving home
　　The old joanna and the old trombone
　　It's all going on
　　I'm growing my sideboards long
　　And you and me
　　Can be who we want to be
　　Listen now, right here
　　It's going to be a beautiful year
　　
　　They're calling it the teenage scene
　　And I have a dream
　　Don't know if I'll be a star
　　But I'm going to play guitar
　　I've seen this rocking cat
　　Oh, I want to be just like that
　　Listen now, right here
　　It's going to be a beautiful year
　　
　　Hey, look at you, baby
　　Tell your daddy you're no child
　　Hey, look at you, baby
　　We can get wild
　　
　　We'll be on our own
　　Billy Fury on the gramophone
　　Take you to the pictures and a dance
　　Me in my drainpipe pants
　　Check the mirror and the old DA
　　And you can play in a day
　　Listen now, right here
　　It's going to be a beautiful year
　　
　　Hey, look at you, baby
　　Tell your daddy you're no child
　　Hey, look at you, baby
　　We can get wild
　　
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　　Secondary Waltz
　　
　　The school Christmas party is coming
　　We ain't doing rugby no more
　　MacIntyre's teaching us waltzing
　　Out on the gymnasium floor
　　Out on the gymnasium floor
　　MacIntyre's out of the army
　　You'll be slippered if you get it wrong
　　And MacIntyre's din
　　Booms loud in the gym
　　And we've only got our little shorts on
　　We've only got our little shorts on
　　
　　And it's one, two, three, two, two -
　　We're all a disgrace
　　MacIntyre tore us apart
　　And we danced with ourselves
　　When he yelled 'Find a space!'
　　Waltzing with fear in our hearts
　　Waltzing with fear in our hearts
　　
　　Comes the day of the final manoeuvres
　　All of our heads are awhirl
　　It's getting much closer to D-day
　　This time we're going to do it with girls
　　This time we're going to do it with girls
　　In the arena the ladies were waiting
　　A 12 year-old partner to guide
　　Some matches were fixed
　　The rest of us mixed
　　And a fat girl got left at the side
　　A fat girl got left at the side
　　
　　And it's one, two, three, two, two -
　　We're all a disgrace
　　MacIntyre tore us apart
　　And we danced with ourselves
　　When we'd all found a space
　　Waltzing with fear in our hearts
　　Waltzing with fear in our hearts
　　
　　When you come to my fights
　　And I'm under the lights
　　And you see that my footwork is false
　　Don't count me out
　　At the start of the bout
　　I'm just doing the Secondary Waltz
　　Doing the Secondary Waltz
　　
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　　Punish The Monkey
　　
　　They're driving long nails into coffins
　　You've been having sleepless nights
　　You've gone as quiet as a church mouse
　　And checking on your rights
　　The boss has hung you out to dry
　　And it looks as though
　　They'll punish the monkey
　　And let the organ grinder go
　　
　　You've been talking to a lawyer
　　Are you going to to pretend
　　That you and your employer
　　Are still the best of friends?
　　Somebody's going to take the fall
　　There's your quid pro quo
　　They'll punish the monkey
　　And let the organ grinder go
　　
　　Here comes a policeman
　　He won't be sidetracked
　　He's asking about a smoking gun
　　He's after the facts
　　
　　It's a quiet life from here on in
　　You've dropped your poison cup
　　The telephone is ringing
　　But you're not picking up
　　Time's up, Sir Lord Flunkey
　　And everybody knows
　　They'll punish the monkey
　　And let the organ grinder go
　　
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　　 Let It All Go
　　
　　When it's pop goes the weasel
　　Let go of the easel
　　You don't want
　　This rickety rackety life
　　It's seat of the trousers
　　It's all sink or swim, son
　　I'd kill to get crimson
　　On this palette knife
　　And I'd steal in a minute
　　I'm up to here in it
　　You here behaving
　　As though I'm a saint
　　Get a job with a pension
　　Don't ever mention
　　You once had a craving
　　For the brushes and paint
　　
　　So go, forget it, let it all go
　　Let it all go
　　Go, forget it, let it all go
　　Go, forget it, let it all go
　　Let it all go
　　Go, forget it, let it all go
　　Let it all go
　　
　　A hack writer judges
　　My swipes and my smudges
　　He doesn't like pictures
　　With blotches and blots
　　The drawing room tea set
　　Wants horses, sunsets
　　Sweet nothings -
　　The seaside with yachts
　　Here's the end of the thirties
　　No time for arties
　　Over in Poland
　　A right old to-do
　　So go join the navy
　　The air force or the army
　　They'll all be enrolling
　　Young fellows like you
　　
　　So go, forget it, let it all go
　　Let it all go
　　Go, forget it, let it all go
　　Go, forget it, let it all go
　　Let it all go
　　Go, forget it, let it all go
　　Let it all go
　　
　　These are not my decisions
　　Flaming visions
　　Ringing expressions
　　The clamouring voice
　　It's volcanic desire
　　The unquenchable fire
　　It isn't a question
　　Of having the choice
　　Anyway, now I'm old
　　But if you won't be told
　　If you've been created
　　To answer the call
　　All passion and lust
　　Is going to end in the dust
　　But you'll hang on some
　　Government gallery wall
　　
　　You must go, forget it
　　Let it all go, let it all go
　　Go, forget it, let it all go
　　Go, forget it
　　Let it all go, let it all go
　　Go, forget it, let it all go
　　Let it all go
　　
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　　Behind With The Rent
　　
　　This didn't used to be me, old boy
　　This isn't what I'd want
　　Pulling old night fighters
　　In a restaurant
　　There's smoke and flames behind me
　　Where the self-respect all went
　　And I'm behind, behind
　　With the rent
　　
　　I've been stitched up like a kipper, old son
　　But I won't be again
　　Hell hath no fury
　　Oh, I'm like a lot of men
　　Now I'm stalking this old Doris
　　With lascivious intent
　　And I'm behind, behind
　　With the rent
　　
　　Just a little duck and dive
　　And a bit of wheel and deal
　　She'll remind me I'm alive
　　She'll remind me I still feel
　　Just a little shelling out
　　For a bit of you-know-what
　　I know this is all about
　　Something that I never got
　　
　　Well this crumpet's past it's sell-by-date
　　But they all would qualify
　　They're going to be lonely
　　And be happy to comply
　　She knows that I'm a chancer
　　Coming on like a gent
　　But I'm behind, behind
　　With the rent
　　Yes, I'm behind, behind
　　With the rent
　　
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　　The Fish And The Bird
　　
　　When I gave my heart
　　To a tinker boy
　　He said a fish could love a swallow
　　And I will go with my travelling man
　　Wherever he goes I will follow
　　
　　He will mend
　　Your pots and pans
　　Your kitchen knives he'll take and sharpen
　　Then I'll be gone with my travelling man
　　And never more your doorway darken
　　
　　The fish and the bird
　　Who fall in love
　　Will find no place to build a home in
　　The fish and the bird who fall in love
　　Are bound forever to go roaming
　　
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　　Madame Geneva's
　　
　　I'm a maker of ballads right pretty
　　I write them right here in the street
　　You can buy them all over the city
　　Yours for a penny a sheet
　　I'm a word pecker out of the printers
　　
　　I'll write up a scene on a counter
　　- confessions and sins in the main, boys
　　Confessions and sins in the main
　　
　　Then you'll find me in Madame Geneva's
　　Keeping the demons at bay
　　There's nothing like gin for drowning them in
　　But they'll always be back on a hanging day
　　
　　They come rattling over the cobbles
　　They sit on their coffins of black
　　Some are struck dumb, some gabble
　　Top-heavy on brandy or sack
　　The pews are all full of fine fellows
　　And the hawker has set up her shop
　　As they're turning them off at the gallows
　　She'll be selling right under the drop, boys
　　Selling right under the drop
　　
　　Then you'll find me in Madame Geneva's
　　Keeping the demons at bay
　　There's nothing like gin for drowning them in
　　But they'll always be back on a hanging day
　　
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　　In The Sky
　　
　　Are you home from the sea, my soul balladeer
　　You've been away roaming far away from here
　　Weathered a storm, your heart unafraid
　　Crossed every ocean in the boat that you made
　　
　　Been blowing your horn, scaring the spooks
　　No crotchets or quavers in your books
　　Gone sailing all night, straight in the vein
　　Like a bird on his own flight in his domain in the sky
　　
　　Running in on the tide with the first of the stars
　　The moon on the water and the sound of guitars
　　Glide into the homing as the night falls
　　To tie up in the haven by the old harbour wall
　　
　　And the hard-bitten stranger as deaf as a post
　　Who stands at the fire where a poet's dreams roast
　　He can't know the story, he can't feel the pain
　　And all of the glory falls around him like rain in the sky
　　
　　You're a light in the dark, a beacon of hope
　　And strong as a sea boat, strong as a rope
　　And the vagabond wind, whispers over the bay
　　And the songs and the laughter, are carried away in the sky