Worried

Night clicks into dark

the motor car won't start

we're lovers in the rain

we're on the road again.

stop in every bar

in every cheap motel

makin' out the blues

ecstatic in our pain.

alone but never lonely

a lonely man with groove

a harder kind of loving, Hard

But never cruel

These long hard winetr nights

Really give me the stick.

A lonely little lady in a big conurbation

makes a good guy think

I 'm worried 'bout you babe

Night and day

day and night

Bending in the rays

Urban streets decay

You meet some smooth operator

Saves you from the rain.

Takes you back to house

Lovely luittle villa of dreams

Turns out he's a real killer-diller

Nobody heard your screams

1 tru luv

with your hair blowing over your shoulder,

and your eyes make you look much older or

younger than you really are,

a woman-child,

a shining star.

you said "don't talk mumbo-jumbo"

but you didn't try to stop me though,

i guess it was just your style

when you were thimking all the while

everyone needs 1 tru luv.

i met u in a bistro,

i think it was somewhere in soho.

"There is no love just sex " you said

and those words went round and round my head

but in this world of ruff and tumble

and the instincts of the jungle

it doesn't matter who u r

a mystic man

or a glamor girl...

EVERYONE needs 1 tru luv.

I'd rather be your friend

We talk about love but as my friend told me, To many it means different things; A ball and chain or wings and freedom; The way a nightingale sings in Berkeley Square; Don’t talk about love:- suffice to say, You’ve got a friend in me.

You’re gentle and kind, mature and stable You turn the other cheek. You’re a certain type but you defy a label; You smile on your enemies when you speak it’s true; Everyone needs a friend sometime and I’ve got a friend in you.

Love takes what it wants And leaves an empty shell; A thousand times I’ve done it once; I know the feeling well; So why waste time with love when I'd rather be your friend

Kings and Queens

Hey girl, you know, you look quite a dream,

With your hairdos and your glossy magazines:-

But who will ever know,

Who will ever look behind the scenes,

To see the setting.

A little girl is playing kings and queens and the beggar's at your door.........

Sophistication: you wear it like a mask,

A self-bulit tower; just like a Cargill farce.

And you fool all the men, who just increase their yen for you,

And all you are:- or all you seem...

But I'll see your little game go a little sour,

in twenty years of tears.

'Cause then it'll be you that's queuing,

To get in with your chance with the men;

Who just won't know you,

Or want you to want them...

So, you, you learn your lesson well,

You'll have you heaven and you'll have your redden'd Hell,

But you will finally learn that you will always spurn the things you need,

The things you crave:-

And I'll see you talk yourself in to your grave,

A nest of foolish fears.

Cause it could be you that's queuing,

To get into your chance with the men,

Who just won't know you,

Or want you to want them.

FILLING YOU UP (WITH MY LOVE)

Oh yeah! Here I go!!
Ooooh, girl, you know I think about you,
I can’t help but feel this way.
Your lips are sweet.
Sweeter than a rose I picked in the month of May.

OOOh, love take me in your arms and make me feel OK.
Because you know, you can’t explain it.
I’m gonna give you all you can take.

Filling you up with my love.
The feelin’s hot.
Wanna give you more!

Hey Girl, you know there’s something ‘bout you
That’s hard to put into words,
You really make it, you make it with me, girl.
Don’t you know,
There’s something about your love,
That makes a man’s blood boil?

I’m filling you up with my love,
The feeling’s hot.
Wanna give you more!!

Oooh darlin,
You know I’ll never let you slip away.
OOh, love pretty baby,
You’re the one that takes my breath away!

I’m filling you up with my love.
The feeling’s hot.
Wanna give you more!



LORD HAVE MERCY

Lord Have Mercy on the Kind of Guy I used to be.
Lord Have mercy.
Oh Woman, that person was me.

Ain’t got much money, ain’t got a hope.
Wasted my life on the booze and the dope.
Here’s to the good times!
Sorry ‘bout the bad.
Oh Woman have mercy on me.

Lord Have Mercy on the kinda guy I used to be.
Lord Have Mercy, that "person" was me.

Done everything and I’ve been everywhere.
Long as I’m smashed, then I don’t really care.
Here’s to the good times, sorry ‘bout the bad
Oh Woman, that person was me.

Messing around, looking for love,
We once knew.
I’ve tried to change.
You must believe me.
It’s true.

MARIANNE
Thought I knew about the world ‘til I met you.
Thought I had it all worked out, ‘til I met you.
Thought that 2 and 2 made 4 and that love was for evermore.
Then I worked it out and I found out
And I’ll take it like a man

Woooo, Marianne
I never knew what to say.
Woooo, Marianne
I lost my mind over you!

Every word you ever say, says it all, baby
Every time, you express what you feel and think,
I’m just trying to work it out and to figure what to say
Guess I’ll have to be man enough to take it like a man.

Woooo, Marianne
You’re coming through loud and clear.
Woooo, Marianne
I lost my mind over you!

Thought I knew about the world ‘til I met you.
Thought I had it all worked out, ‘til I met you.
Thought that 2 and 2 made 4 and if I want it I get more!!
But I didn’t see, that I didn’t see,
But I’ll take it like a man.

Wooo Marianne!

Never knew how to work it out
Isn’t anybody out there now?
I am you and you are me.
Everything is going to be allright when you see the lights go out.
Everyone has to make a move!
What was I supposed to do?

Woooo Marianne
Always had a tale to tell....
Woooo, Marianne, I lost my mind over you!


Portland

When the starlight shines down over Portland,
And the tide drifts in,
I think of you, my love

When the city lights go on down Broadway,
And the shows begin,
A thousand show-girls sing of Love and things.
I dream of you my love
You my love,
You are the dream love’s been dreaming of

In the late-nite bar, the neon flickers,
His hopes of fame fade fast,
Like Bourbon in his glass.

Street-cars rattle by as we’re embracing,
Two lovers hearts entwined.
And as your lips meet mine,
You say you don’t mind
This is the dream love’s been dreaming of,
Only you my love,
You my love
You are the dream love’s been dreaming of.

I love you and I’ll be true,
That’s how easy it’s going to be for you girl.
I’ll be there,
In heaven somewhere.
That’s how easy it’s gonna be for the girl that can say that "I do".


I’d rather be your friend

We talk about love, but as my "friend" told me,
To many it means different things;
A ball and chain or wings and freedom;
The way a nightingale sings in Berkeley Square;
Don’t talk about love:- suffice to say
You’ve got a friend in me.

You’re gentle and kind, mature and stable
You turn the other cheek.
You’re a certain type but you defy a label;
You smile on your enemies when you speak it’s true;
Everyone needs a friend sometime and I’ve got a friend in you.

Love takes what it wants
And leaves an empty shell;
A thousand times I’ve done it once;
I know the feeling well;
So why waste time with "Love" when I
I’d rather be your friend?

ELECTRICITY

You touch me, electricity, we had "too much, much too soon".
We spend our lives asking ourselves "Why?",
Like dogs, barking at the moon:-

"What are we doing here,
What does it mean?"
What is Reality?
It’s just a dream.....

Great Men die! And Empires fall!
History repeats itself!
We go to school,
But only learn how to read and count and spell!

What are we doing here,
What does it mean?"
What is Reality?
It’s just a dream.....

We are born and live to die,
Ashes burn! From dust to dust.
We fight ourselves just to prove a lie,
Instead of sharing out the world.

What am I doing here?

Why put up with the stresses of the world
When you can just take an aspirin and go to bed.

Go!

If I had any brains in my head,
I’d kick you right out of my bed.
And if I REALLY knew any better,
I’d write you a "Dear John" letter,
I had to lie, I had to cheat,
To get you in between the sheets.
But now I’m gonna shoot from the hip
‘Cos I guess I’ve got a better idea.

Go.
Before it all gets serious.
Go.
Before I get delirious.

I never knew about the world,
But now I guess I’ve got a better idea.
You HAVE to lie, you HAVE to cheat,
Wooo, just to make ends MEET.

But now there’s nothing left of my dreams.
Just broken pieces of my well-planned schemes.
When, all I REALLY wanted to do,
Was sing about "The world".

Go, before I break down and tell you,
That I can’t live without you,
When I know that I can,
When I know that I .....woooooo!
GO!


THE DEVIL OF LOVE

I’m the devil of Love.
Nobody calls MY name.
I’m the devil itself.
I’m Love’s "ever-burning flame"!
I’m a swallow in the sky!,
A.. ship tossed on the sea!
I’m a..."snow-flake in a storm",
So don’t follow me!

"Karen", I never mean to write this song.
I didn’t mean to.
Didn’t want to.
But, like a sparow, or every single tear-drop falls,
I wanna hold you:- just to be near you.

But I don’t feel afraid
Because I know your my friend
And I KNOW that "Love" is a dream,
Waiting for you.

OH Karen, I never knew the words to say,
Because "I love you" doesn’t mean much.
Now we’ve quarrelled, it doesn’t matter WHAT I say
Words are empty when it’s over.

I’m the devil of love,
Nobody calls MY name!


SHARING LOVE.

Whilst walking down a street, I passed by a door. And there inside A group of people, Nothing more. I had to laugh, I had to cry. It was beautiful. They were One,

Sharing "Love".

Whilst on the Beach I saw a Woman by the Shore. And in Her Arms, a Baby, nothing more. I had to laugh. Tears came to my eyes. It was beautiful.

They were One, sharing "Love"

MEN KEEP COOL

Men keep cool.

What am I to do, when there’s Trouble in the Land.
What am I to do? Should I use a gentle touch or an "Iron Hand"?
I try to understand.
The Truth is close to hand.

Where am I to run when the Reds rise up,
To take control?
Who am I to blame,
When the rivers run dry and the Winds don’t blow?
I try to understand.
The truth is close at hand!

Men keep cool!

I told you the first time.
I told you a second time.
You never listen to me
Men keep COOL!

WhaddamI to do when there’s trouble in the Band?
Why don’t I resign and go and live like a Monk,
On a mountain-side?
I try to understand....