Jack Bruce Lyrics - Wheels of Fire
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Lyrics: Wheels of Fire

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
White Room
(Pete Brown) Unichappell Music (BMI)
In the white room with black curtains near the station
Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings
Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes
Dawn-light smiles 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 wound 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

Sitting On Top of the World (Chester Burnett) Arc Music Corp. (BMI)
One summer day, she went away
Gone and left me, she's gone to stay
She's gone, but I don't worry
I'm sittin' on top of the world

All the summer, worked on this farm
Had to take Christmas in my overalls
She's gone, but I don't worry
I'm sittin' on top of the world

Going down to the freight yard,
Gonna catch me a freight train
Gonna leave this town
Work done got to hard
She's gone, but I don't worry
I'm sittin' on top of the world

Passing the Time (Ginger Baker and Mike Taylor) Unichappell Music (BMI)
It is a cold winter
Away is the songbird
And gone is her traveller
She waits at home

The sun is on holiday
No leaves on the trees
The animals sleep
While cold North wind blows

The snowflakes are falling
The roof a white blanket
There's ice on the window pane
She waits alone

She sits by the fireside
The room is so warm
Her children are sleeping
She waits in their home

Passing the time
Passing the time, everything fine
Passing the time, having the wine
Passing the time, drinking red wine
Passing the time, wine and time rhyme.
Passing the time

It is a long winter
Away is the summer
She waits for her traveller
So far from home

She sits by the fireside
The room is so warm
There's ice on the window
She's lonely alone

As You Said (Pete Brown) Unichappell Music (BMI)
Let's go down to where it's clean
To see the time that 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

Let's go back to now that's bad
To see the time we might have had.
The rails have carried off the trains.
As you said,
I'll never come again

Pressed Rat and Warthog (Ginger Baker and Mike Taylor) Unichappell Music (BMI)
Pressed Rat and Warthog have closed down their shop
They didn't want to - 'twas all they had got
Selling atonal apples, amplified heat
And Pressed Rat's collection of dog legs and feet

Sadly they left, telling no one goodbye
Pressed Rat wore red jodhpurs - Warthog a striped tie
Between them, they carried a three-legged sack
Went straight round the corner and never came back

Pressed Rat and Warthog have closed down their shop
The bad captain madman had told them to stop
Selling atonal apples, amplified heat
And pressed rat's collection of dog legs and feet

The bad captain madman had ordered their fate
He laughed and stomped off with a nautical gate
The gate turned into a deroga tree
And his pegleg got woodworm and broke into three

Pressed Rat and Warthog have closed down their shop
They didn't want to - 'twas all they had got
Selling atonal apples, amplified heat
And Pressed Rat's collection of dog legs and feet

Politician (Pete Brown) Unichappell Music (BMI)
Hey now baby, get into my big black car
Hey now baby, get into my big black car
I wanna just show you what my politics are

I'm a political man and I practice what I preach
I'm a political man and I practice what I preach
So don't deny me baby, not while you're in my reach

I support the left, tho' I'm leanin', leanin' to the right
I support the left, tho' I'm leanin' to the right
But I'm just not there when it's coming to a fight

Hey now baby, get into my big black car
Hey now baby, get into my big black car
I wanna just show you what my politics are

Those Were the Days (Ginger Baker and Mike Taylor)
When the city of Atlantis stood serene above the sea
Long time before our time when the world was free
Those were the days

Golden cymbals flying on ocarina sounds
Before wild Medusa's serpents gave birth to hell
Disguised as heaven

Those were the days, yes they were, those were the days
Those were their ways, miracles everywhere Where are they now?
They're gone
Those were their ways, yes they were, those were their ways
Those were the days, yes they were, those were the days

Tie your painted shoes and dance, blue daylight in your hair
Overhead a noiseless eagle fans a flame (flying)
Wonder everywhere

Those were the days, yes they were, those were the days
Those were their ways, miracles everywhere Where are they now?
They're gone
Those were their ways, yes they were, those were their ways
Those were the days, yes they were, those were the days

 

 

 

 

 
Born Under a Bad Sign
(Booker T. Jones and William Bell) Irving Music Inc. (BMI)
Born under a bad sign
I've been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn't for bad luck
I wouldn't have no luck at all

Bad luck and trouble's my only friend
I've been down ever since I was ten

Born under a bad sign
I've been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn't for bad luck
I wouldn't have no luck at all

You know, wine and women is all I crave
A big bad woman's gonna carry me to my grave

Born under a bad sign
I've been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn't for bad luck
I wouldn't have no luck at all

Bad luck and trouble's been my only friend
I've been down ever since I was ten

Born under a bad sign
I've been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn't for bad luck
I wouldn't have no luck
If it wasn't for real bad luck
I wouldn't have no luck at all

Deserted Cities of the Heart (Pete Brown) Unichappell Music (BMI)
Upon this street where time has died
The golden treat you never tried
In times of old, in days gone by
If I could catch your dancing eye

It was on the way
On the road to dreams
Now my heart's drowned in no love streams

The street is cold, its trees are gone
The story's told the dark has won
Once we set sail to catch a star
We had to fail, it was too far

It was on the way
On the road to dreams
Now my heart's drowned in no love streams

I felt the wind shout like a drum
You said, "My friend, love's end has come."
It couldn't last, had to stop
You drained it all to the last drop

It was on the way
On the road to dreams
Now my heart's drowned in no love streams
Now my heart's drowned in no love streams

On this dark street the sun is black
The winter life is coming back
On this dark street it's cold inside
There's no retreat from time that's died

It was on the way,
On the road to dreams.
Now my heart's drowned in no love streams

Crossroads (Robert Johnson) King of Spades Music (BMI)
I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees
Down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees
Asked the Lord above for mercy, save me if you please

I went down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride
Down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride
Nobody seemed to know me, everybody passed me by

Well I'm going down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side
Going down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side
You can still barrelhouse, baby, on the riverside

Going down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side
Going down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side
You can still barrelhouse, baby, on the riverside

You can run, you can run, tell my friend-boy, Willie Brown
Run, you can run, tell my friend-boy, Willie Brown
And I'm staying at the crossroads, believe I'm sinking down

Spoonful (Willie Dixon) Hoochie Coochie Music (BMI) admin. by Bug Music Inc.
They might fill spoons full of diamonds
Might fill spoons full of gold
Just a little spoon of your precious love
Satisfy my soul

People you're a-lyin' about it
Goin' around and cryin about it
Everything's a-lyin' about it
Everything's a-fightin' about it
A little old spoonful, spoonful, spoonful

Might fill spoons full of coffee
Fill spoons full of tea
Just a little spoon of your precious love
Good enough for me

You're a-lyin' about
Goin' round cryin'
Fightin' and dyin' about a spoon
Everything is a-lyin' about it
Spoonful, spoonful, spoonful

Might fill spoons full of water
Save them from the desert sands
Was a little spoon of lead from my .45
Saved you from another man

People you're a-lyin'
Goin' 'round and cryin
Everything's a-lyin'
Everything's a-fightin' about
A little old spoonful, spoonful, spoonful

Traintime (Jack Bruce) Southern Music Publishing Co. (ASCAP) 
See the old train go down the track
Hear the wheels go clicketty clack
It's comin' home, comin' home
Leavin' town baby, ain't comin' home no more

Get the train, you know why I'm leavin'
No use in greavin', well I'm leavin'
Well I'm leavin' town
Leave town, ain't comin' home no more

Traintime baby, traintime almost here
Traintime baby, traintime almost here
So give me one more time do dah yeh

Traintime baby
Traintime baby
Bye bye baby

Toad (Instrumental) (Ginger Baker) Unichappell Music (BMI)

Anyone for Tennis (Eric Clapton and Martin Sharp) Unichappell Music (BMI)
Twice upon a time in the valley of the tears
The auctioneer is bidding for a box of fading years
And the elephants are dancing on the graves of squealing mice
Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?

And the ice creams are all melting on the streets of bloody beer
While the beggars stain the pavements with fluorescent Christmas cheer
And the Bentley driving guru is putting up his price
Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?

And the prophets in the boutiques give out messages of hope
With jingle bells and fairy tales and blind colliding scopes
And you can tell they're all the same underneath the pretty lies
Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?

The yellow Buddhist monk is burning brightly at the zoo
You can bring a bowl of rice and then a glass of water too
And fate is setting up the chessboard while death rolls out the dice
Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?