Lyrics: Willpower
By Pete Brown. Mickey the Fiddler by Bruce/Hart. © Warner Chappell Music
| Willpower What a lotta talk about it Ooh such a lotta talk about willpower Ooh talkin' talkin' talkin' willpower Desire Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' about willpower Tell the world how well it's workin' Never say how much it's hurtin' Easy sayin' what to do Easy if it isn't you Willpower What alotta talk about it Running head first down that slide Burnin' up so bad inside So much bullshit on the front Give 'em more of what they want Willpower Lady willpower Willpower Lady willpower As You Said Let's go down to where it's clean To see what time it might have been The tides have carried off the beach As you said, The sun is out of reach Let's go back to where it's clean To see what year it might have been The roads have carried off the smiles As you said, To judge them at the trials So let's go back to now that's bad To see whhat time we might have had The rails have carried off the trains As you said, I'll never come again White Room In a white room With black curtains Near the stations Blackroof country No gold pavements Tired starlings Silver horses Ran down moonbeams In your dark eyes Dawnlight smiled On you leaving My contentment I'll wait in this place Where the sun never shines Wait in this place Where the shadows run from themselves You said no strings Could secure you At the station Platform ticket Restless diesels Goodbye windows I walked into Such a sad time At the station As I walked out Felt my own need Just beginning I'll wait in the queue When the trains come back Lie with you Where the shadows run from themselves At the party She was kindness In the hard crowd Consolation For the old wounds Now forgotten Yellow tigers Crouched in jungles In her dark eyes She's just dressing Goodbye windows Tired starlings I'll sleep in this place With the lonely crowd Lie in the dark Where the shadows run from themselves Rope Ladder to the Moon You asked me to a party to a house just by the moon You gave me silver loving the end was all too soon You asked me to the theatre in a place quite near the sun You gave me golden sunbeams you act was all in fun Rope ladder to moon! You asked me to a meeting in a cottage in the snow You gave me central heating I can't forget the glow You asked me to a weekend down by the stormy sea You took me to a ceremony and the sacrifice – was me ! You asked me to a stromcloud up near the rainbow's end Then you threw away the ladder and gave me to your friend You took me to a prison and you said its chief was me Then you locked me deep inside you and thew away the key Rope ladder to the moon ! Theme for an Imaginary Western When the wagons leave the city for the forest and further on Painted wagons of the morning dusty roads where they have gone Sometimes travelling through the darkness met the summer coming home Fallen faces by the wayside looked as if they might have known O the sun was in their eyes and the desert that dries In the country town where the laughter sounds O the dancing and the singing O the music when they played O the fires that they started O the girls with no regret Sometimes they found it Sometimes they kept it Often lost it on the way Fought each other to possess it Sometimes died in sight of day Never Tell Your Mother She's Out of Tune When I hear that big black whistle the blow I feel inside that it's time for me to be going Fortunately baby I'd already gone before When they say I'm worth ten pieces of coal |
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 . . . How's Tricks The white hand in the darkened house Rings a bell that makes the guests drop their cases in fright A face that seems to laugh alone Sits in the flames that warm the frozen stretches of night The skeleton that smokes His head half guillotined Sits there telling jokes About places he has cleaned How's tricks? How's tricks? What kicks! It sticks. Loud ticks . . . The bow tie and the question mark Set sail to beat the cards that rain around the chorus girls The bullets from the golden gun Appear to penetrate the flesh below the golden curls Inside the clear white box Lies a nervous bathing belle She hope's he'll find the locks That free her from the world How's tricks? How's tricks? What kicks! It sticks. Loud ticks . . . The rabbit with the faded smile Is listening to the artist playing in the mirrored room The albums of forgotten songs Grow dusty in the floodlit shelves somewhwre below the moon Owls sit on the letters Of his last name in lights Demons and pacesetters Laugh into the night How's tricks? How's tricks? What kicks! It sticks. Loud ticks . . . Jet Set Jewel The jet set steal each others' men And women Ride each other Through the star-encrusted night Everything's allright When chips are down There's always trips In other peoples' clothes Hey jaded rose Hey deepset jewel Why must you be so cruel? The jet set up each others' price And vices Toast each other In the yacht-bespangled bay Everything's so gay When time is bad There's always sniffs While other faces pose Hew jaded rose Hey deepset jewel How can you be so cruel? The jet set smash each others' cars And wine bars Smoke each other Through the hide-upholstered dream Everything's the cream When games are lost There's always planes To other peoples' shows Hey jaded rose Hey deepset jewel How can you be so cruel? Through the coloured glass I can see I'm getting out of my class There's a German girl With a ringmaster's whip At the front of the ship O drag me down so I can't see How high you get O bring me up so I can't see The low hung places Where we met You and me Jet set The jet set grab each others' purse And reverse Ask each other To the diamond sequinned bal Everything is all (Into each pocket A little rain must fall) When wine is spilt There's always laughs In someone else's nose Hey jaded rose Hey deepsetjewel Hey jaded rose Why must you be so cruel? Mickey the Fiddler I saw a man on Primrose Hill Mickey the fiddler was there Reaching out for the highest note He could extract from the air With his fiddle and bow I saw a man on Primrose Hill Mickey the fiddler stood there At an angle to the universe Standing utterly still Small man in a big world And with the warming of the seasons And with yje changing of his mind He walks out from the prison He cries, "Thank you sir" I saw a man on Primrose Hill Staring into my mind He told the month when I was born Told me what I could find At the end of the rainbow Mickey the fiddler's on Primrose Hill His clothes worn down at the heel At an angle to the universe He stands utterly still Small man in a big world And with the warming of the seasons And with the changing of his mind He walks out from the prison He cries, "Thank you sir" The Best is Still to Come Getting into some new ways And out of the old Left the seasons of regret Changing my role Getting over the dark blue Maybe feeling something new Giving up is harder than living Into the new year And out of the old Saw a vision of the stars Coming out of the cold Getting over the hard greys Finding new days Giving up's harder than living Breaking away isn't easy And the best is still to come Found a season to sail on Into the gail Found a reason to press on Those hounds on my tail Runnig away/ got time to pay/ so much to say Giving myself the hardest sell Keeping it on Finding myself a hard shell That shines in the dawn Making a start/ taking some heart/ playing my part I'm taking the straight line I'm making my list I'm catching that train The chances I missed I'm getting past the fear And out into the clear Giving up's harder than living Breaking away isn't easy And the best is still to come There's a time to go through the lights When they say red There's a time to let crazy games Move in instead Making that play/ blows you away/ can't always pay A time to go walking on Threatening waves A time to call a stop Be nobody's slave Out into the air/ through with the pat/ giving my share Not coming last/ sun in your hair/ gaining so fast/ Now you are there -- In shaking skies we fly alone Out into the lead Our wings are so near burning Keeping up speed Falling behind . . . feeling so blind . . . walking that line . . . so fine . . . I'm into some new ways And out of the old I'm leaving the sadness I'm changing my role Leaving out the blue Feeling so new Giving up's harder than living Breaking away isn't easy Giving up's harder than living Breaking away isn't easy But the best is still to come . . . Ships in the Night Ships in the night Searching for day Beckoning lips So far away Shadows adrift Hiding from light Ships in the night Sometimes you feel Then again you can't Morning comes down Soon after the dance Time slowly drowns Streets so unreal Needing to heal Harbours of love Shining so calm Far beyond pain Outside of harm Why must we move Into the rain Again . . . Ships in the night |