Communique
1. Once upon a time in
the west (5:14)
2. News (4:11)
3. Where do you think you're going?
(3:43)
4. Communiqué (5:42)
5. Lady writer (3:38)
6. Angel of mercy (4:29)
7. Portobello Belle (4:21)
8. Single handed sailor ( 4:42)
9. Follow me home (5:42)
Some people
get a cheap laugh breaking up the speed limit
Scaring the pedestrians for
minute
Crossing up progress driving on
the grass
Leaving just enough room to
pass
Sunday driver never took a test
Oh yeah, once upon a time in
the west
Yes it's no
use saying that you don't know nothing
It's still gonna get you if you
don't do something
Sitting on a fence that's a
dangerous course
Ah, you could even catch a
buller from the peace-keeping force
Even the hero gets a bullet in
the chest
Oh yeah, once upon a time in
the west
Mother Mary
your children are slaughtered
Some of you mothers ought to
lock up yout daughter
Who's protecting the innocenti
Heap big trouble in the land of
plenty
Tell me how we're gonna do
what's best
You guess once upon a time in
the west
Oh yeah once
upon a time in the west
Oh yeah once upon a time in the
west
Oh yeah once upon a time in the
west
Once upon a
time in the west
He sticks to
his guns
he take the road as it comes
It take the shine off his shoes
He says it's a shame
You know it may be a game
Ah but I won't play to loose
He's burning
the grass
Ha take up a glass
He swallow it neat
He crosses the floor
he open the door
He take a sniff of the street
And then she
tell him that he's crazy
She's a-saying hey baby
I'm your wife
Yeah she tell him that he's
crazy
For gambling a-with his life
But he climbs
on his horse
You know he feel no remorse
he just kicks it alive
His motor is fine
He take it over the line
Until he's ready to dive
And she tell
him that he's crazy
Yes she's saying listen baby
I'm your wife
Yeah she tell him that he's
crazy
For gambling with his life
He sticks to
his guns
He take the road as it comes
It take the shine off his shoes
He say it's a shame
You know it may be a game
Ah but I won't play to loose
He sticks to
his guns
He take the road as it comes
It take the shine off his shoes
He's too fast to stop
He take it over the top
He make a line in the news
WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE
GOING?
Where d'ya
think you're going
Don't you know it's dark
outside
Where d'ya think you're going
Don't you care about my pride
Where d'ya think you're going
I think a you don't know
You got no way of knowing
I understand
your changes
A-long before you reach the
door
I know what you came her for
And now I'm sick of joking
You know I like you to be free
A-where d'ya think ya going
I think you better go with me
girl
You say there
is no reason
But you still find cause to
doubt me
If you ain't with me girl
You're gonna be without me
Where d'ya
think you're going
Don't you know it's dark
outside
Where d'ya think you're going
I wish I didn't care about my
pride
And now I'm sick of joking
You know I like you to be free
A-where d'ya think ya going
I think you better go with me
girl
We wanna get
a statement for Jesus' sake
It's like a talking to a wall
He's incummunicado
No comment to make
He's saying nothing at all
Yeah but in
the communique
You know he's gonna come clean
Think what he say
Say what he means
Maybe on a Monday het got
something to say
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Maybe he
could talk about the tricks of the trade
Maybe he could talk about
himself
Maybe he could talk about the
money he made
Maybe he be saying something
else
But in the
communique you know he's gonna come clean
Think what he say
Say what he means
Maybe on a Monday he got
something to say
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Well now the
rumours are flying
Speculation rife
They say that he's been trying
someone else's wife
Somebody at the airport
Somebody on the phone
Say he's at the station and
he's coming home alone
Then we get
the story
The serious piece
And a photography a taken in
the hall
And you don't have to worry
with the previous release
Right now he's saying nothing
at all
But in the communique you know
he's gonna come clean
Think what he say
Say what he mean
Maybe on a Monday he'll have
something to say
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Lady Writer
on the t.v.
Talk about the Virgin Mary
Reminded me of you
Expectations left to come up to
yeah
Lady writer
on the t.v.
Yeah, she had another quality
The way you used to look
And I know you never read a
book
Just the way
that her hair fell down around her face
Then I recall my fall from
grace
Another time, another place
Lady write on
the t.v.
She had all the brains and the
beauty
The picture does not fit
You talked to me when you felt
like it
Just the way
that her hair fell down around her face
Then I recall my fall from
grace
Another time, another place
Yes and your
rich old man
You know he'd call her a dead
ringer
You got the same command
Plus you mother was a jazz
singer
Just the way
that her hair fell down around her face
Then I recall my fall from
grace
Another time, another place
Lady writer
on the t.v.
She knew all about a history
You couldn't hardly write your
name
I think I want you just the
same as the
Lady writer
on the t.v.
Talking about the Virgin Mary
Yeah you know I'm talking about
you and me
And the lady writer on the t.v.
Lady writer on the t.v.
Talking about the Virgin Mary
Yeah you know I'm talking about
you and me
And the lady writer on the t.v.
Well there's
a Peter Pan moon, sheherd's delight
I got the dragon at noon, yes
and I won the fight
Now i want my reward in heaven
tonight, just like you promised
Angel of mercy you'll come to
no harm
Angel of mercy, there's no need
for alarm
The knight in his armour wants
a night in your arms
You know he's honest
Angel of
mercy, angel delight, give me my reward in heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword,
won't you give me the right
Sweet angel
Well now it's
too late for talkin', we can talk later on
Let the saxophone play us till
the chorus of dawn
And I need is a little
oblivion, you don't need protection
Well now here come the
moonlight down on your bed
Angel of mercy let your heart
rule your head
I don't want your money, I want
you instead
Don't need rejection yeah
Angel of
mercy, angel delight, give me my reward in heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword,
won't you give me the right
Angel of mercy, give me heaven
tonight
Well, if you cross your heart
And spit and swear upon the
grave of your mother
You gotta get into it, You
gotta tell me that I'm more than a lower
Yeah angel of
mercy, angel delight
A-give me my reward in heaven
tonight
And if I give up my sword,
won't you give me the right
Angel of mercy, give me heaven
tonight
Yeah angel of
mercy, angel delight
A-give me my reward in heaven
tonight
And if I give up my sword,
won't you give me the right
Angel of mercy, give me heaven
tonight
Yeah angel of
mercy, angel delight
A-give me my reward in heaven
tonight
And if I give up my sword,
won't you give me the right
Angel of mercy, give me heaven
tonight
Bella donna's
on the high street
Her breasts upon the off beat
And the stalls are just the
side shows
Victoriana's old clothes
And yes her jeans are tight now
She gotta travel light now
She's gotta tear up all her
roots now
She got a
turn up for the boots now
Yeah she thinks she's tough
She ain't no english rose
But the blind singer
He's seen enough and he knows
Yes and he do a song
About a long gone irish girl
Ah but I got one for you
Portobello Belle
She sees a
man upon his back there
Escaping from a sack there
And bella donna lingers
Her gloves they got no fingers
Yeah, the blind man singing
irish
He get his money in a tin dish
Just a corner serenader
Upon a time he could have made
her, made her
Yeah, she thinks she's tough
She ain't no english rose
Ah, but the blind singer
He's seen enough and he knows
Yes and do a song
About a long gone Irish girl
Ah but I got one for you
Portobello Belle
Yes and the
barrow boys are hawking
And a Parakeet is squawking
Upon a truck there is a rhino
She get the crying of a wino
And then she hear the reggae
rumble
Bella donna's in the jungle
But she is no garden flower
There is no distress in the
tower
Oh, bella donna walks
Bella donna taking a stroll
But she don't care about your
window box
Or your button hole
Yes and she sing a song about a
long gone Irish girl
Ah but I got one for you
Portobello Belle
Two in the
morning dry-dock town
The river rolls in the night
Little gypsy moth she's all
tied down
She quiver in the wind and the
light
Yeah and a
sailing ship is just held down in chains
From the lazy days of sail
She's just a lying there in
sailent pain
He lean on the tourist rail
A mother and
her baby and the college of war
In the concrete graves
You never wanna fight against
the river law
Nobody rules the waves
Yeah and on a night when the
lazy wind is a-wailing
Around the Cutty Sark
The single handed sailor goes
sailing
Sailing away in the dark
He's upon the
bridge on the self same night
The mariner of dry dock land
Two in the morning but there's
one green light
And a man on a barge of sand
She's gonna
slip away below him
Away from the rhings he's done
But he just shouts "hey
man what you call this thing"
He could have said "Pride
of London"
On a night when the lazy wind
is a-wailing
Around the Cutty Sark
Yeah the single handed sailor
goes sailing
Sailing away in the dark
Oh well the
sun go down
Celebration in the town tonight
All day long
They been slaughtering upon the
stone
Share out the meat
Yeah, you really like to eat
Come on woman, come follow me
home
Well, the
priest he cries
Virgin ascending to the skies
tonight
All day long
I have passed my time alone
And when the curch bell rung
I stayed out on the tower
In a dying sun
Now come on woman, come follow
me home
Well I don't
no priest
But I love all of the people
Yes I share the feast
Si I drick up my wine
Yes and the song in my bones
I know the way
I can see by the moonlight
Clear as the day
Now come on woman, come follow
me home