1. |
Camden Town
03:18
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CHORUS
Raise your glasses! Hold them high!
Tell all your friends and don’t you lie!
Coz the coppers said the bodies were never found
When Johnny met the Devil in Camden Town.
Johnny came to London from Colchester
With a head full of noise and a shit guitar
But of all the stops on the underground
Johnny came up at Camden Town
Johnny picked a pub and he sat at the bar
And a Man came over looking at his guitar
Now he had been a handsome one in his time
with jet black lines around his yes
He said ‘Johnny do you know my name?
I can give you riches, I can give you fame.
But first we’re gonna play this little game:
line the glasses on the bar, the first round is on you, son’
CHORUS
Raise your glasses! Hold them high!
Tell all your friends and don’t you lie!
Coz the coppers said the bodies were never found
When Johnny met the Devil in Camden Town.
Well 1,2,3 the glasses went down
and nobody dared to make a sound
4,5,6 the crown started leaving
As Johnny and the Devil both started steaming
The Devil said ‘who do you think you are?
Just another pretty boy with a shit guitar!
Every last one of you leaves here, pal,
floating head down in the canal’
Johnny just laughed he said ‘in my home town,
There’s nothing else to do but drink until you drown.’
The Devil said ‘Fine!’ His eyes were wide.
‘Line the glasses on the bar, let’s have another round, son!’
CHORUS
Raise your glasses! Hold them high!
Tell all your friends and don’t you lie!
Coz the coppers said the bodies were never found
When Johnny met the Devil in Camden Town.
Well the Devil slurred his words with a sibilant hiss
And Johnny lit a cigarette but Johnny missed
And the wood of the bar was split in two
But every time the Devil drank, Johnny drank too
And the Devil rose up! The Devil rose high!
Said ‘I coulda made it, if I tried!;
The Devil waved a gun around as he sang
Johnny made a finger gun and Johnny said ‘bang’
No-one had ever lasted this long
Johnny did clap at the Devil’s song
The Devil said ‘You’ll never be more than you are:
Just another old man sitting at the same bar.’
Well Johnny said ‘Devil now you’re here too,
So I guess I’m the same as you.’
And the Devil cried out, the roof fell down
And Johnny picked up two more glasses
‘let’s have one more round, son!’
CHORUS
Raise your glasses! Hold them high!
Tell all your friends and don’t you lie!
Coz the coppers said the bodies were never found
When Johnny met the Devil in Camden Town.
When Johnny met the Devil in Camden Town.
When Johnny met the Devil in Camden Town.
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2. |
Kingsland Road
02:39
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So I was drinking on another nothing night in Shoreditch
I met a wanker from The City had some pills to sell
He popped two blues into my hands and said ‘now this’ll sort ya’
And I weren’t doing nothing else so I said ‘what the hell’.
And suddenly my head went numb
He grinend just like a skeleton
and then I knew I had to run
glass to the floor, out of the door, and on in to the city
Way-o, Ah Diddly-o! Another night in London!
Hey-o, Ah Diddly-o! Didn’t we have some fun?
Everybody running for the last train on the underground
Hey-o, Way-o, down in London Town!
Running through the streets and I got lost in no short order
And if I kept on moving everything would be OK
Went into a shitty club just to get a drink of water
Went on to the dancefloor just to keep myself awake
The bass was mud, the lights were Tron,
Their eyes were all like Pokemon
And then I started on a bouncer
Glass to my throat, lost my coat
here we go again, so!
Way-o, Ah Diddly-o! Another night in London!
Hey-o, Ah Diddly-o! Didn’t we have some fun?
Bottle of rum, pop of a gun, sirens in the distance,
Hey-o, Way-o, down in London Town!
Everything behind the houses looks like it’s on fire
Everyone was screaming now
I’m pretty sure I went into a party down a side street
My God who’d bring children?
I met him later on that night in an all night cafe in Dalston
To cut the story short he had had four more than me
He couldn’t blink his eyes and he had blood upon his trousers
He said the guy he got them from swore blind that they were pure
And he said ‘Oh God I’m sorry, man.’
And I said ‘Don’t you worry, man.
We’ll find the cunt you got them from’
And I gave him some gear, a bottle of beer,
‘hair of the dog’ll sort ya!’
Way-o, Ah Diddly-o! Another night in London!
Hey-o, Ah Diddly-o! Didn’t we have some fun?
Sorrow’s drowned, watch the sun come up on Hackney Downs
Hey-o, Way-o, down in London Town!
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3. |
Seven Sisters
02:33
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On the seventh day of July, a woman had seven girls
Just one little body, but seven heads full of curls
The mother died, the nurses cried, the dad cut off his hands
But all the girls survived and they decided to form a band
And they made a lot of money, at a certain type of party
‘The Seven Sisters’ were the darling of the scene
The damndest thing you’ve ever seen! They could fuck a football team,
And still sing out in perfect harmony!
A man in a bar he told me, about a man who had holes where his eyes should be
and if you licked the insides you could see in to next week
And if you fucked him up the arse, you could see in to the past
or touch his toes if you only wanted a peek
Well a girl was born in a far off land, she only wanted to hold his hand
And he was so happy he whispered in her ear
‘You want to know what it’s all about, well suck my dick and you’ll find out’
And when she did she came for a hundred years
A woman tried to sell her soul, but it weren’t worth very much
A little bruised, a little ragged, the Devil said ‘i’ll keep in touch’
And I met her at the bar, we hit it off right away,
I wasn’t much for listening and she didn’t have much to say.
Well the last I heard of her she was trying to sell her toes,
they’re the perfect shape for replacing a burn victim’s nose
and as for us it didn’t last, I guess I’m being kind
I could say we came together, but we left at different times.
Did you hear about the man who bought a lucky monkey’s paw?
He was killed by a three legged monkey
or the man who ate a magic bean, he died within a week?
He saw a pretty lady and hick dick turned in to a tree.
The politician with three fingers, the parson with six toes
the bridesmaid with no knickers, and the bride with a broken nose
Well we gather here most every night, while the one foot piano player fights
until the barman calls out for the end, until the bar man calls out for the end.
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4. |
Oh My Lady
03:24
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Oh my lady lock your door,
Hide away, in the darkness
Oh my lady they are here,
your brother sold you freely
Turn your lights down low, hush your baby silent
Oh my lady they are here
Leave your home behind
Oh my lady it’s too late
Leave your home, leave your home now
See your city lit by fire and the sound of screaming
Hold your baby close, burn what you can’t carry
Oh my lady they are here, leave your home behind
Oh my lady it’s all gone,
To the sound of revolution
Oh my lady cross the sea,
Where your name means nothing
Hold your baby close, hide now in the mountains
Oh my lady don’t back, this is country not yours
The snow came earlier this year
Wrap your babe in rags
feed him blood to keep him warm
Here they come
No forgiveness shall be asked
For none shall be given
Your father’s sins lay on your skin
Now here they come
Hear the banging of their drum
Oh my lady who are you?
Hidden away, hidden away now
Oh my lady don’t you cry, what good will it do you?
And if they find you here,
This I promise only
To raise the baby as my own
And carry your body home
And carry your body home
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5. |
Fireworks
05:52
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Darkness, crowds of people
I am running, I can’t find you
Burning, echoed shouts, I see you
Smiling, pointing upwards
Fireworks explode in the night
Tracing their arcs on the sky
Flowers in bloom, for me and for you
As you turn to me as you sing
I hold you in my arms
Reds and greens and crashing thunder
I put you on my shoulders
Explosion!
With your arms up over my head
Fireworks explode in the night
Tracing their arcs on the sky
Flowers in bloom, for me and for you
As you turn to me and sing
Stars in bloom
Lighting up the crowd below
You laugh at every new sun
I should let you run
Sparklers trace
The line of a spinning dance
In between the shadows
Dragons in the air
Final fire
Eyes grow tired
On the way home in my arms
In my arms
Flowers in bloom, for me and for you
As you turn to me and sing
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6. |
Good Times
03:24
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Well I tiptoe past the rubbish bins
the pigeons eat the chicken wings
but still I must admit it
London’s never been more beautiful
And I don’t know what’s come over me,
the melody the harmony
and it falls and then it rises
and it’s pleasurable to my soul
Good times, are gonna follow soon
Good times, under a summer’s moon
You got your man, baby, I got this tune
Good news for a whiskey singer
Tired of singing the blues
I hear it everywhere I go,
The car horns on Green Lanes and Soho
Even the old dirty river’s
Flowing on slow
And I find it hard to keep from smiling
Tower blocks hold up the sky
From falling down on me coz I got somewhere new to go
Good times, are gonna follow bad
Good times, they were the best I ever had
Even down in this old town I found something new
Good news for a whiskey singer
Tired of singing the blues
So goodbye
Time to pack away the memories and leave them behind
By bye baby, baby bye bye
Good times, are gonna follow soon
Good times, under a summer’s moon
Every time I hear that song I dance like a loon
Good news for a whiskey singer
Tired of singing the blues
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7. |
Lead Me
03:45
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Lead me up to your bedroom door
Leave cups and clothes upon the floor
I don’t another, I just want a lover like you
I don’t another, I just want a lover like you
Show me, all the places where you play
Take my hand, they’re still warm from the day
Not for the sake of it, it’s not like you’re with me, now please
Not for the sake of it. it’s not like you’re with me, now please
Lead me, Lead me, Lead me
I’m old enough to know
Old enough to let it go
Old enough to know
I need you, to lead me
I don’t another, I just want a lover like you
I don’t another, I just want a lover like you
Lead me, Lead me, Lead me
I’m old enough to know
Old enough to let it go
Old enough to know
I need you, to lead me
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8. |
Dance With Me
03:24
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As the singer breathes before the line
The grape still falling from the vine
As the coin still turns upon its line
Come dance with me
As the flame still licks the cloth
As the light still taunts the moth
As the pop turns into froth
Come dance with me
Lover, lover, come take my hand
Come dance with me tonight
The cut before it starts to bleed
The slave before he’s told he’s free
The drowning man who has to breathe
Come dance with me
The things you said you would not do
The times to use and to be used
And the holy place between the two
Come dance with me
Lover, lover, come take my hand
And let your foot dance one step over the line
Dip your fingers in to the wine
Oh my lover, just what were you going to say?
Lover, lover, come take my hand
Come dance with me tonight
Lover, lover, come drop your glass
And watch it shatter
Lover, lover, come take my hand
And let your foot dance one step over the line
Dip your fingers in to the wine
My love
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9. |
Baby's Got A Secret
04:20
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Welcome to The Black Keys
Where we dance like crabs and monkeys
There’s a pot there for your car keys coz we know what you’re like
And we’re there every night at seven,
But it was a little past eleven
When this lady walked inside out of the night
So come on over if you’d like a little dance
Maybe a little conversation, maybe a little romance
My baby’s got a secret, let’s just see how long she keeps it
in The Black Keys on a Friday night
Well she looked like Audrey Hepburn
‘Cept she still liked to keep her hair long
and it cam down to the start of her short silk skirt
That was made by Pierre Cardin
I’ll admit admit I got a hard on
And I undid the top two buttons of my shirt
So come on over you can share my little booth
I wouldn’t trust the water how about a dry vermouth
My baby’s got a secret, let’s just see how long she keeps it
in the Black Keys on a Friday night
Now upstairs there’s a hotel,
Where the porter swears he won’t tell
All the scenes he sees through the keyhole he says ‘I don’t know what you mean?’
The blood pooling in the ashtrays
And the semen on the lampshade
Where it burns, and then it turns into steam
It’s getting late, I think you missed the last train
I’ll buy you another drink, if you tell me your middle name again
My baby’s got a secret, let’s just see how long she keeps it
in the Black Keys on a Friday night
The rest of the night was a haze of tequila and rum
What can you do when you’re done?
I woke up in suite 35b,
But she wasn’t there beside me
And the bed was as empty as a squeezed lime
She didn’t even leave a note
But in the pocket of my coat
Was seventy-six dollars, for my time
I knew the score but what the hell was I supposed to think?
I went down to The Black Keys, bought the bartender a drink
My baby’s got a secret, let’s just see how long she keeps it
in The Black Keys on a Friday night
in The Black Keys on a Friday night
in The Black Keys on a Friday night
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10. |
Slaughterhouse
02:59
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What else are you doing? You smoked your cigarette
Come on, there’s nothing on the TV
The Slaughthouse is open, every Friday night
There’s a party, you can go with me
And from the blood on the floor, the gristle on the saw
The piles of glasses teeth and car keys
The scratches on the door, tell us those that came before
Went down, down, down to the Slaughterhouse
To The Slaughterhouse, to The Slaughterhouse
Let’s go down to The Slaughterhouse
And have some fun
There’s tinsel on the handles, and flowers on the grate
Boys will follow girls wherever they go
And the blades will make the rhythm, the screams will make the tune
When the first cut comes, that’s the start of the show
There is petrol in the air, and the smell of burning hair
When the angel’s dress goes up she does a striptease
And at night the only lights on anywhere in the town
Are down, down, down at The Slaughterhouse
At The Slaughterhouse, at The Slaughterhouse
let’s go down to The Slaughterhouse
And have ourselves a time
Your bedroom smells like newspaper, your linen smell like smoke
And the cities are all empty but for people
You can hear the road from anywhere, the tiny clacking sound
Machinery to keep a corpse alive
See how much you’ve grown, have you ever seen your bones?
Don’t worry every part of you is used
And when all that’s left is shoes, someone else will sing the blues
Down, down, down at The Slaughterhouse
At The Slaughterhouse, at The Slaughterhouse
Let’s go down to The Slaughterhouse
Let’s get killed
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11. |
Haul Away
04:38
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There’s a man in the water, just off the port side
Haul, haul away boys
By the time we turn round he’ll be lost to the tide
Haul, haul away boys
Would you rather it was you in the water instead?
Keep your heads down, there’s along night head
Haul, haul away boys
Haul, haul away
Throw his trunk over, it’ll just weigh us down
Haul, haul away boys
I’m sure he was dead before he started to drown
Haul, haul away boys
Don’t look at him now, as he raises his hand
There’ll be plenty more lost before we ever see land
Haul, haul away boys
Haul, haul away
Always the same, calling your name
The man in the water, over and over
Always the same, calling your name
‘Hail! Hail! What has become of me?
Hail! Hail! Can you not see me now?
Can you hear me?’
Always the same, calling your name
And the crew turns away as he lowers his hand
And you can still see his eyes, as he realises
Says ‘friend, friend, there’s nothing that you can do
Leave me, I will be fine
I will see you in the new land’
Haul, haul away boys
Haul, haul away
Now it’s been a year since we folded the sheet
And it isn’t his face that you see in the streets
Haul, haul away boys
Haul, haul away
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12. |
Clap Your Hands
04:00
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Come on gather round, there’s a storm outside
There’s a tale to tell about a man who lied
And he left his bride there on his wedding night
To sail across the sea and there to fight
And I tried to make her happy as I kept her warm at night
But I know that she was lonely for her own
And when he died they brought her back his burnt black bones
Clap you hands! Clap your hands!
Claps your hands to the funeral band!
Clap your hands, come on, clap your hands!
We’re going way down, to the bottom of the world
Well we saved some wood and piano string
For the happy songs we forgot to sing
So come in close, it’s getting cold
Now the fires are down all around the town
Did I ever tell the story of my sweetheart Saint Marie?
The only thing she left us were her shoes
And when the fire dies down we can burn them too
Clap you hands! Clap your hands!
Claps your hands to the funeral band!
Clap your hands, come on, clap your hands!
We’re going way down, to the bottom of the world
Come on now the band’s about to play
We had our time and now it’s gone away
So boys and girls now if you please
Everyone get on your knees and pray...
Can you feel the beat? Filling up your ears?
Like a steady drum, like a rising hum
Now you can scream, if you are scared
But nobody will hear you for the beat in theirs
Everybody has a monster on the other side of the world
And every beat’s another step towards you
And when he’s right behind you he will STOP
Clap you hands! Clap your hands!
Claps your hands to the funeral band!
Clap your hands, come on, clap your hands!
We’re going way down, to the bottom of the world
To the bottom of the world
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