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M62 (live, 2020)
03:45
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Driving in the rain
On the M62
From a service cafe
Rendezvous
Three o’clock in the morning
Radio’s gone dead
Like a sailor’s warning
Stormy road ahead
I see you at the wheel of every passing car
Late-night headlights
Cold white shooting stars
A long line on a map between me and you
It’s a lonely road at night out of Liverpool
Never thought it was easy
And I was never fooled
You’d think twice in London
Three times in Liverpool
Where everyone looks punch-drunk
Fighting for their lives
Good luck sailed on the Empress
Nineteen sixty-five
I see you at the wheel of every passing car
Late-night headlights
Cold white shooting stars
A long line on a map between me and you
It’s a lonely road at night out of Liverpool
Lights are an army
Marching East to West
Rain like a memory
Never let me rest
Every joke tells a story
Every story’s cruel
Caught in the crosswinds
Out of Liverpool
I see you at the wheel of every passing car
Late-night headlights
Cold white shooting stars
A long line on a map between me and you
It’s a lonely road at night out of Liverpool
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2. |
Radioland (live, 2020)
03:51
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Well, Howdy out there in Radioland
Here it’s showtime once again
I’m gonna button my lip
Let the music rip
An’ you can bop ‘til the moon goes in
I’ll be riding the airwaves dusk ‘til dawn
With a non-stop Record Revue
Shooting clear through the sky like a five-o-five
Bringin' Rock’n’roll home to you
And there’s only one thing that can ever enslave me
That’s a sweet sweet song from a Southern lady
At the count of three we’ve got Brenda Lee
She’s gonna do to you what she does to me
You’re doing fine
Take your time
We got a whole lot of calls on the telephone line
So spin that dial to the Cat With Style
We got a whole lotta rockin’ coming up in a while
There’s a friend of mine on the telephone line
From a place called Rosanky
Her name’s Arlene and she’s calling up Joey
With a song from Jerry Lee
Alright! Here we go one time for you Joey
‘Cause we’re loving’ up a storm tonight
And folks don’t forget, this is comin’ to you-all
By courtesy of Extra-Brite
And there’s only one thing that can ever enslave me
That’s a sweet sweet song from a Southern lady
At the count of three we’ve got Brenda Lee
She’s gonna do to you what she does to me
You’re doing fine
Take your time
We got a whole lot of calls on the telephone line
So spin that dial to the Cat With Style
We got a whole lotta rockin’ coming up in a while
If you’re on the road out in Southern Louisiana
Stick close to the radio
‘Cause we’re gettin’ reports of a two-mile tailback
On U.S. One-nine-oh
Where the road cuts North onto One-six-five
From Kilder up to Forest Hill
There’s a flatbed truck that’s spilled off his load
So you’ve got a little time to kill
And there’s only one thing that can ever enslave me
That’s a sweet sweet song from a Southern lady
At the count of three we’ve got Brenda Lee
She’s gonna do to you what she does to me
You’re doing fine
Take your time
We got a whole lot of calls on the telephone line
So spin that dial to the Cat With Style
We got a whole lotta rockin’ coming up in a while
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3. |
Cuba (live, 2020)
04:06
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Everybody in the World
Has something to own up to
Justice traps insomniacs
Let them come and get you
Driving up your street at night
Leaning in your doorway
Cuba’s just a dream you had
Waiting for the morning
Shadows on the bedroom wall
Headlights on the ceiling
Just what makes the modern home
Close in on your feelings?
Everybody in the World
Has something to concern you
Cuba’s just another word
Nowhere else to turn to
Night flight
Rattles my window pane
I can’t sleep for the wind and the rain
And the curtain where moonlight streams
And the devils that hide in my dreams
Everybody in the World
Has something to own up to
Justice traps insomniacs
Let them come and get you
Justice traps insomniacs
Let them come and get you
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Here I am tonight talking to my reflection
But the face in the glass doesn't pass inspection
What does it feel like, looking through a rock'n'roller's eyes?
They just hired Johnny, with his business degree
To organise a booze-up at the brewery
Now we can't have a say without an MBA on the wall
Then Johnny lays us off
And the shares go down
Now we're lean and mean
But Johnny's left town
The cat's got the cream
The bulldozer's in the hall
(chorus)
Well it's different, that's for sure
But it's not what I thought we've been working for
Somehow I stumbled through a hole in the floor
And pirates never compromise
But there's a lot that I do know
I see it all from my window
Spycam on the casino wall
With a pair of rock'n'roller's eyes
Man walks outside to buy some lunch
Gets jumped on and dies from a single punch
'Wrong time, wrong place,' say the cards at his cold graveside
"You know, this used to be a nice place to live..."
Now his wife and kids are supposed to forgive
And in a few short years his killer will be back outside
(chorus)
All you jokers, running this cowboy town
Say you're cleaning it up, while kids are cutting us down
Scooter-boy hits weren't covered in your business plan
You watch us drown in a sea of cheap-rate pleasures
While you paddle to the shore on a raft of new measures
New Year's honours and a tax break on the Isle of Man
(chorus)
So here's to Lonnie
And the Memphis Flash
Buddy and Billy
And all those cats
The Cisco Kid
And Zorro in his dark disguise
All my childhood snaps were in black and white
So forgive this little rap about the fading light
That's what it feels like, looking
Through a rock'n'roller's eyes
(chorus)
That's what it feels like, looking
Through a rock'n'roller's eyes
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5. |
Detour (live 2020)
05:30
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Neon reels of a midnight movie
While the city sleeps
A million stories
Flick across the screens tonight
Late night buzz in this old town
Giving me the creeps
Hungry strangers
Linger under every light
(chorus)
All your imagination
All your imagination
All your imagination
Gonna run away with you
November night, storm has broken
Step off the bus, fasten up my coat
Start walking
Take a detour, into danger
Don't move 'til you hear from me
Don't talk to strangers
(chorus)
Yellow light, on a brick wall
I'll meet her on the steps tonight
Outside the Drill Hall
She'll say "It's no damn good"
I'll say "What the hell..."
I'll turn my back while the cameras track
And the music swells
(chorus)
Back on the bus, storm is dying
Stuck at the lights by the Drill Hall steps
I can see her crying
Just like all the scenes you wish you could cut
Coming back to haunt you
I don't need to run those old films again
But maybe I want to
(chorus x2)
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6. |
Postcard (live, 2020)
04:59
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So this is me in the heart of the city
Heat on the streets
Pavements are gritty
But last night this causeless rebel could be found
In the company of the Velvet Underground
In the heart of the city
John Cale, Sterling and Maureen Tucker
And yes, Lou Reed did say, "Ah, ya mother,"
You could tell they'd all read Omar Khayam
Every one of them some years older than I am
In the heart of the city
Now coming back North I was killing time
Thinking "Life's like a run on a long distance line
A high price ticket on a one-way track
Not safe to get off and there's no going back"
Tonight
In the heart of the city
But between the stations from time to time
Situations help you stay on the line
I'm not getting sticky, I'm not about to preach
You found me in a place no-one else could ever reach
Tonight
In the heart of the city
The finger writes, and then moves on
The Flying Dutchman's dead and gone
And all his tears won't erase a word
And all your tears won't erase a word
Tonight
In the heart of the city
So this is me in the heart of the city
Heat on the streets
Pavements are gritty
But last night this causeless rebel could be found
In the company of the Velvet Underground
In the heart of the city
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Martin Craig Scotland, UK
Martin Craig has been playing music live for over 60 years, since he and his pals formed a skiffle group in his parents'
garden, aged 10. His songwriting explores current themes; often humorously, sometimes satirically, always musically.
Martin lives 'two-thirds off-grid' in a former shepherds' bothy in a remote part of rural Scotland.
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