Love Over
Gold
1. Telegraph road
(14:15)
2. Private investigations (6:45)
3. Industrial disease (5:49)
4. Love over gold (6:16)
5. It never rains (7:54)
A long time
ago came a man on a track
Walking thirty miles with a
sack on his back
And he put down his load where
he thought it was the best
He made a home in the
wilderness
he built a cabin and a winter
store
And he ploughed up the ground
by the cold lake shore
And the other travellers came
riding down the track
And they never went further and
they never went back
Then came the churches then
came the schools
Then came the lawyers and the
came the rules
The came the trains and the
trucks with their loads
And the dirty old track was the
telegraph road
Then came the
mines - then came the ore
Then there was the hard times
then there was a war
Telegraph sang a song about the
world outside
Telegraph road got so deep and
so wide
Like a rolling river...
And my radio
says tonight it's gonna freeze
People driving home from the
factories
There's six lane of traffic
Three lanes moving slow...
I used to
like to go to work but they shut it down
I've got a right to go to work
but there's no work here to be found
Yes and they say we're gonna
have to pay what's owed
We're gonna have to reap from
some seed that's been sowed
And the birds up on the wires
and the telepraph poles
They can always fly away from
this rain and this cold
You can hear them singing out
their telegraph code
All the way down the telegraph
road
You know I'd
sooner forget but I remember those nights
When life was just a bet on a
race between the lights
You had your head on my
shoulder you had your hand in my hair
Now you act a little colder
like you don't seem to care...
But believe in me baby and I'll
take you away
From out of this darkness and
into the day
From these rivers of headlights
these rivers of rain
From the anger that lives on
the streets with these names
'cos I've run every red light
on memory lane
I've seen desperation explode
into flames
And I don't wanna see it
again...
From all of
these signs saying soory but we're closed
All the way down the telegraph
road
It's a
mystery to me - the game commences
For the usual fee - plus
expences
Confidential information - it's
in a diary
This is my investigation - it's
not a public inquiry
I go checking
out the reports - digging up the dirt
You get to meet all sorts in
this line of work
Treachery an reason - there's
always an excuse for it
And when I find the reason I
still get used to it
And what have
you got at the end of the day?
What have you got to take away?
A bottle of whisky and a new
set of lies
Blinds on the window and a pain
behind the eyes
Scarred for
life - no compensation
private investigation
Warning
lights are flashing down the Quality Control
Somebody threw a spanner and
they threw him in the hole
There's rumors in the loading
bay and anger in the town
Somebody blew the whistle and
the walls came down
There's a meeting in the
boardroom they're trying to trace the smell
There's leaking in the washroom
there's a sneak in personnel
Somewhere in the corridors
someone was heard to sneeze
'goodness me could it be
Industrial Disease?'
The caretaker
was crucified for sleeping at his post
They're refusing to be pacified
it's him they blame the most
The watchdog's got rabies the
foreman's got the fleas
And everyone's concerned about
Industrial Disease
There's panic on the
switchboard tongues are ties in knots
Some come out in sympathy some
come out in spots
Some blame the management som
blame the employees
And everybody knows it's the
Industrial Disease
The work
force is disgusted dows tools and walks
Innocence is injured experience
just talks
Everyone seeks damages and
everyone agrees
that these are 'classic
symptoms of a monetary squeeze'
On ITV and BBC they talk about
the curse
Philosophy is useless theology
is worse
History boils over there's an
economics freeze
Sociologists invent words that
mean 'Industrial Disease'
Doctor
Parkinson declared 'I'm not suprised to see you here
You've got smokers cough from
smoking Brewer's droop from drinking beer
I don't know how you came to
get the Bette Davis knees
But worst of all young man
you've got Industrial Disease'
He wrote me a prescription he
said 'you are drepressed
But I'm glad you came to see me
to get this off your chest
Come back and see me later -
next patient please
Send in another victim of
Industrial Disease
I go down to
Speaker's Corner I'm thunderstruck
They got free speech, tourists,
police and trucks
Two men say they're Jesus one
of them must be wrong
There's a protest singer
singing a protest song - he says
'they wanna have a war so they
can keep us on our knees
They wanna have a war so they
can keep their factories
They wanna have a war to stop
us buying Japanese
They wanna have a war to stop
Industrial Disease
They're pointing out the enemy
to keep you deaf and blind
They wanna sap you energy
incarcerate your mind
They give you Rule Brittania,
gassy beer, page three
Two weeks in Espana and Sunday
striptease'
Meanwhile the first Jesus says
'I'd cure it soon
Apolish monday mornings and
friday afternoons'
The other's out on hunger
strike he's dying be degrees
How come Jesus gets Industrial
Disease
You walk out
on the high wire
You're a dancer on thin ice
You pay no heed to the danger
And less to advice
Your footsteps are forbidden
But with knowledge of your sin
You throw your love to all the
strangers
And caution to the wind
And you go
dancing through doorways
Just to see what you will find
Leaving nothing to interfere
With the crazy balance of your
mind
And when you finnaly reappear
At the place where you came in
You've thrown your love to all
the strangers
And caution to the wind
It takes
lover over gold
And mind over matter
To do what you do that you must
When the things that you hold
Can fall and be shattered
Or run through your fingers
like dust
I hear the
Seven Deadly Sins
And the Terrible Twinds com to
call on you
The bigger they are babe
The harder they fall on you
And you you're always the saem
you perserve
On the same old pleasure ground
Oh and it never rains around
here
It just comes pouring down
You had no
more volunteers
So you got profiteers for to
help you out
With friends like that babe
Good friends you had to do
without
And now they've taken the
chains and the gears
From off your merry-go-round
Oh and it never rains around
here
It just pouring down
And your new
Romeo
Was just a gigolo when he let
you down
See the faster they are babe
h The faster they get out of
town
Leaving make up stains and the
tears
Of a clown
Yes and it never rains around
here
It just comes pouring down
Oh you were
just a roller coaster memory
I don't know why I was even
passing through
I saw you making a date with
Destiny
When he came around here asking
after you
In the shadow of the Wheel Of
Fortune
You're busy trying to clear
your name
You say 'I may be guilty yeah
that may be true
But I'd be lying if I said I
was to blame
See we could have been major
contenders
We never got no money no
breaks'
You've got a list of all the
major offenders
You got a list of all their
major mistakes
And he's just standing in the
shadows
Yes and you smile that come-on
smile
Oh I can still hear you say as
clear as the day
'I'd like to make it worth your
while'
Ah but it's a
sad reminder
When your organ grinder has to
come to you for rent
And all you've got to give him
Is the use of your side-show
tent
Yes and that's all that remains
of the years
Spent doing the rounds
And it never rains around here
Well it just comes pouring down
Now you know
what thay say about beggars
You can't complain about the
rules'
You know what they say about
beggars
You know who's the first to
blame his tools
You never gave a damm about who
you pick up
And leave laying bleeding on
the ground
You screw people over on the
way up
Because you thought that you
were never coming down
And he takes you out in
Vaudeville Valley
With his hand up smothering
your screams
And he screws you down in Tin
Pan Alley
In the city of a billion dreams