Lyrics: How's Tricks
| Without a Word Without a word The time is mist The branches twist against the sun The leaves that left Had to run Without a word Without a word Without a word Between the two I'm losing you, losing you In proud parades, in crowded nights The plans we laid We can't get through Without a word Without a word Without a word To say what's yours I'm losing you, losing you In racing streets, where ends don't meet Tomorrow's train Has closed its doors Without a word Without a word . . . Johnny B ’77 He stands on the platform Waiting to travel on He’s ten years old He watches the trains until they’re gone He’s got an idea That’s gonna go round the world He’s only ten But his mind flies like a bird Waiting so long To travel on Don’t let anything slow you down You’ve got the time till the leaves turn brown Don’t let anything slow you down, down . . . They sit on the roadside Waiting to hitch a ride Twenty years old, They’re blown along in the summer slide He’s got a feeling He’s gonna leave her behind He’s nearly grown, but Loning’s gonna blow his mind Waiting so long To travel on Don’t let anything slow you down You’ve got the time till the leaves turn brown Don’t let anything slow you down, down . . . He waits at the airport Waiting to catch his flight Thirty years old He follows the planes into the night He’s got a guitar That pushes and pushes him where he goes Into the futures Where the people wait in rows Waiting so long To travel on Don’t let anything slow you down You’ve got the time till the leaves turn brown Don’t let anything slow you down, down . . . Times Times make me lonely Tides turn so fast Days make me wonder Who will come last My name was Runnin’ Wild My heart was Fancy Free Now I’m like a cryin’ child Lost in a mystery . . . Back in the old times Used to burn slow Now as I get there I have to go Times, I mean good times They’ve blown away Into the futures Now called yesterday Times . . . Baby Jane Standing there looking like a star I knew that you were sure to go far Now I know you’ve got no time for me You took my loving and you want to be free Keep on pushin’ on looking for fame Keep on pushin’ on Baby Jane When you walk onto the stage No-one would ever guess your age But when you wake in the morning sun You can’t hide those lines from no-one Keep on pushin’ on looking for fame Keep on pushin’ on Baby Jane Who’ll be there when the fame has passed Which one of your friends will be last I’ll be there right to the end I’ll be your man, your lover, your friend Keep on pushin’ on looking for fame Keep on pushin’ on Baby Jane Lost Inside a Song Sea of faces Looking for something warm To take home in the cold dawn In place of love The webs I wove Finding myself lost Inside a song Long lines of years Queueing for calmer seas Rhapsodies and remedies To keep the town From coming down Finding myself lost Inside a song Diving past red lights On bad nights Playing crazy games With my brains Throwing windows from the tops of towers People down below with broken hours . . . How’s Tricks? |
Madhouse You say there’s no more time to borrow Two and two make twenty-two Drownin’ your head in sorrow, cryin’ every day We can help you with that prison, Passin’ the time with a smile Join the boys with crazy rhythm, now it’s here to stay At the madhouse/madhouse/jumpin’ at the madhouse Space makes roads into your hairline Four and nine make forty-nine Travellin’ on that long lost airline, cryin’ in your tray When your face falls we’ll restore it Makin’ it new with a smile Fillin’ in the holes that tore it, now it’s time to play At the madhouse/madhouse/jumpin’ at the madhouse Why the busy why the lazy Three and three make thirty-three Future flies will make you crazy, you know anyway You can join us where we’re layin’ We’re sittin’ back with a smile Circus band is softly playin’, hope you’ve come to stay At the madhouse/madhouse/jumpin’ at the madhouse If the darkness sends you funny Nine and one make ninety-one Your train’s lost it’s hope in money, cryin’ in your pay We can turn your inside outside You’ll make it if you have to Keep on wavin’ with our hands tied, now it’s all the way At the madhouse/madhouse/jumpin’ at the madhouse Waiting for the Call Livin’ in a tower The last one that can stand I hold the royal magnet I’m the king of all this land Master of this ship And all I can survey If you want to join Then you have to pay I’m standing by the breach Plugged in with my thumb Still waiting for the call Though it may never come Sweating in the mirror Though my head is frozen stiff My bathroom starts to melt And run over the cliff The view that I command Makes people gape in awe My military band Blows down the thickest door I’m standing on the brink Just outside the slum Still waiting for the call Though it may never come Drivin’ in my car The only one with wheels Got the freedom of the city You know how good that feels There’s not a lot to see Of what is goin’ down I keep it under wraps Till the night comes around I’m standing on the deck Swigging naval rum Still waiting for the call Though it may never come Outsiders From a star so warm Somewhere in the maze Blown across the dark To carry on our days People of the sky People of the waves Landing in a place That we couldn’t save Clues for tomorrow Lost in ambition Outsiders Space riders Outsiders We can’t recall the time Maybe long destroyed And another race Journeys through the void People of the stars People of the sun Now we’ve come so far Seems the dark has won Clues for tomorrow Lost in ambition Outsiders Space riders Outsiders Something to Live For We’ve seen so many towns Where the trains don’t ever stop Though we hear all night sounds There’s no side left to the shop Nothing but changes Of face That life rearranges Nothing but strangeness That wastes Anything it replaces We’ve seen so many dreams Floating out into the tide They’re never what they seem And there’s emptiness inside Nothing but changes Of face That life rearranges Nothing but strangeness That wastes Anything it replaces Keep hustlin’ tomorrow You might just find Something to live for Keep pushin’ tomorrow You might just find That elusive something . . . We’ve got so many ways To take the world apart And almost no one stays Of they make it from the start Nothing but changes Of face That life rearranges Nothing but strangeness That wastes Anything it replaces Keep hustlin’ tomorrow You might just find Something to live for Keep pushin’ tomorrow You might just find That elusive something . . . |