(Ian Hunter)
All I ever wanted was to lose myself in you All I ever needed was you to need me too You're all I ever think about I hunger for your touch 'n all I ever wanted Was you - is that too much? I hate the pain of loving you It happens all the time I never needed anything or anybody Until your eyes met mine I'm waiting for your answer babe What's gonna become of us? 'Cos all I ever wanted Was you - is that too much? It is too much to ask That this man with a past Could be happy at last With a future like you It is too much to ask Is it too much of a task Am I going to fast - for you? Maybe you don't want me I'm so scared of losing you I never miss an opportunity to miss an opportunity Watch me screw up this one too It's so hard to talk about love I'm leaving now, oh it's just 'n all I ever wanted Was you - is that too much?
(Ian Hunter)
I can smile On a warm summer day I can laugh I can listen to the children play But I'm going to miss The killer with the kiss He was a friend of mine Now is the time Now is the time It's going to rain Hope it don't rain on you There's going to be a lot of pain Before this thing is through If Jesus was alive He'd be standing on the M5 Holding up a neon sign Screaming now is the time Now is the time Now is the time So many people can't see They think that love is blind But it ain't free There's a line So many people have crossed And now their love is lost Say goodbye My funny valentine Now is the time Now is the time Now is the time Now is the time I can run Just as far as my eyes can see And I'm free, yeah, Just as free as I want to be But I won't ever forget That crazy little planet He was a friend of mine Now is the time Now is the time Now is the time Now is the time Now is the time Now is the time Now is the time
(Ian Hunter)
Well I lay underneath an ageless sky I watched the universe breathing There's more going on up there than meets the eye Give me something to believe in Which way's in and which way's out Every step is misleading Well which way is up which way is down You gotta have something to believe in Oh, let me dream, let me dream I spend my whole life dreaming I've been lucky but I'm still mean You gotta have something to believe in I didn't mean to hurt the people I hurt I was full of fear and loathing I wasn't up to much, but I was all I had to go on Couldn't find nothing to believe in I don't like all them man-made religions They all need a little spiritual healing They don't cut across race, they don't cut across culture But we all need something to believe in So you believe what you want to believe Just stay true to your feelings 'Cause one man's god's just as good as another now Gotta have something to believe in Well I lay underneath a royal throne The gaudy paint was peeling Half an inch deep and twice as cheap Oh give me something to believe in Fat Fred always packing lead On the corner dealing Makes more in a night than I can make in forty days Give me something to believe in Now people worship what they see Looks can be deceiving Violence rages in abandoned hearts 'Cause they ain't got nothing to believe in The chill chill is a bitter pill When it comes to leaving 'Cause there ain't no easy way outta here When you ain't got nothing to believe in Just woke up in Sarajevo city I watched all those mothers screaming Kids getting shot and for what, and for what? Give me something to believe in Now there's fire outside, mud that slides Earthquakes shake the region Willy and the Poorboys lost in America They ain't got nothing to believe in For every seed of knowledge found For every grain of reason For every shred of decency There's something to believe in Now I lay me down to rest In the silence of the evening And the moon road shines from here to eternity I've got something to believe in You believe what you want to believe Just stay true to your feelings 'Cause one man's god's just as good as another I've got something to believe in.
(Ian Hunter)
(Studio version)
In 1935 I was living in paradise, I had a friend up in Cicero. We used to go out to the track, we'd knock a few whiskeys back. I'd lose my shirt and then I would lose my way home I was driving my Stutz Black Hawk through Justice in the dark, when suddenly the blood froze in my veins. She was standing by the road in an incandescent glow, My heart stood still, my foot slammed on the brakes. She said "Please, please would you dignify my wish? I'm trying to get to Heaven, could you tell me where that is?" On a wild Chicago night, with a wind howling white, I caught my first sign of Resurrection Mary. I was trembling like a leaf, I was scared beyond belief, after all my conscience ain't that clear. I used to work for Mickey Finn, I did the numbers for Big Jim Perhaps my day of reckoning lies here? I said "Please, please, I would dignify your wish. But when it comes to Heaven, I'm just a little bit amateurish." On a wild Chicago night, with a wind howling white I cheated time with Resurrection Mary. And I felt tears form in my eyes, for the first time I felt something deep inside, and the first time I saw angels high in the air, for the first time in my life, and I said "Mary, go to the light, it's gonna be alright." I got down on my knees, I said "Sweet Mary, please, dignify these wishes before you run. Will you tell him I've reformed, will you tell him I'm reborn?" She closed her eyes and then she spoke in tongues I said "Please, please, tell me what he said." She said "You must die the day before the devil knows you're dead." On a wild Chicago night, with a wind howling white I waved goodbye. On a wild Chicago night, oh with a wind howling white I lost sight of Resurrection Mary of Resurrection Mary of Resurrection Mary of Resurrection Mary with the naked eye with the naked eye with the naked eye with the naked eye
There are a number of differences to the lyrics in the live version as performed at the Mick Ronson Memorial Concert at London's Hammersmith Apollo, 29th April 1994.
In 1935 I was living in paradise, I had a friend up in Cicero. We used to go out to the track and knock a few whiskeys back. I'd lose my shirt and then I'd lose my way home I was driving my Stutz back home through Justice in the dark, when suddenly the blood froze in my veins. She was standing by the road in an incandescent glow. My heart said 'run' but my foot slammed on the brakes. She said "Please, please would you justify my wish? I'm trying to get to Heaven, will you tell me where that is?" On a wild Chicago night, with a wind howling white, I caught my first sign of Resurrection Mary, RM, RM, RM. I was trembling like a leaf, I was scared beyond belief, after all my conscience is not clear. I used to work with Mickey Finn, I did the numbers for Big Jim Perhaps my day of reckoning was here? I said "Please, please, I'd love to dignify your wish. But when it comes to Heaven, I'm just a little bit amateurish." On a wild Chicago night, with a wind howling white I cheated time with Resurrection Mary, RM, RM, RM. Yeah the tears were forming in my eyes, for the first time, I felt something deep inside, and for the first time I saw angels high in the air, for the first time in my life. I said "Mary, go to the light, it's gonna be alright." I got down on my knees and I said "Sweet Mary, please, justify the wishes before you run. Will you tell him I've reformed, will you tell him I'm reborn?" She closed her eyes and then she spoke in tongues I said "Please, please, will you tell me what he said?" She said "You must die the day before the devil knows you're dead." On a wild Chicago night, with a wind howling white well I waved goodbye to Ressurection Mary, RM, RM, RM. On a wild Chicago night, with a wind howling white I lost sight of Resurrection Mary of Resurrection Mary of Resurrection Mary of Resurrection Mary with the naked eye with the naked eye with the naked eye with the naked eye.
(Ian Hunter/McNasty)
Little flame tormented soul tried to get lost in all that rock and roll Came crashing through here like some hurricane too much too soon for you little flame [chorus] You can't walk on water you can't walk on water, don't try like a lamb to the slaughter oh! but for the grace of God go I Little flame caught that savage sound he liked to turn it upside down well I think I know what you were talking about I'm just so sorry that your flame went out Fun with no conscience, tracks with no tears the rich get richer and the devil's got no fears Sounds his call, political lies there ain't no virtue without sacrifice You can't walk on water You can't walk on water You can't walk on water You can't walk on water You can't walk on water You can't walk on water You can't walk on [repeat and fade]
(Ian Hunter)
Wrote this poem called "the floods roll on" he said this ain't yours, where'd you get it from? you must have stole it from a book, oh yeah you must have stole it from a book. 'cause you ain't frail you ain't beautiful, and I don't fancy you at all. You'd be a ruin if looks could kill 23 A, Swan Hill Stiff with rage screaming at the sky innocence breaks says she wants to die I'm assuming I'm alive oh yeah I'm assuming I'm alive she pushes and she pulls my legs go weak in fascinating terror The whole world moves and I'm standing still in 23A Swan Hill and it's always raining and you never ask why you never give yourself a shot you just sit and watch your life go by Kicking stones at a still life want to pull it down slash it slash it there must be some way out here there must be some way out here this ain't right there must be more to life than breaking and entering doing people's heads in alcohol, nicotine thinking what I might have been You would be a ruin if looks could kill 23 A, Swan Hill And the whole world moves and I'm standing still in 23 A, Swan Hill and I will and I will and I will and I will in 23 A, Swan Hill (repeat and fade)
(Ian Hunter)
Once upon a time not so long ago people used to stand and stare at the Spider with the platinum hair they thought you were immortal We had our ups and downs like brothers often do but I was there for him he was always there for me and we were there for you How can I put into words what my heart feels? it's the deepest thing when somebody you love dies I just wanted to give something back to you gift to gift Michael, Michael Picasso good night You used to love our house you said it was relaxing now I walk in the places you walk I talk in all the spaces you talk it still hasn't sunk in Are the words real that come into my head on a morning walk? Do the shadows play tricks with my mind? For it feels like nothing has changed but I know it has Michael, Michael Picasso good night Heal me won't you heal me? nothing lasts forever set me free Heal me won't you heal me? I'm the one who's left here heal me heal me heal me You turned into a ghost surrounded by your pain and the thing that I liked the least was sitting 'round Hasker Street lying about the future And we all sit in a room full of tears on a windy day and I looked out but none of these words seem right I just wanted to give something back to you gift to gift Michael, Michael Picasso good night
(Ian Hunter/Darrel Bath)
On the Avenue of dead umbrellas In a place where nothin' sleeps No one's pickin' up the pieces - no one speaks Snow falls down - God dusts funky town For once this place looks pure Tell that to the people who live in the wind - they ain't so sure In the middle of a violent night - in the glare of a naked light In the middle of a nightmare At the bottom of the deepest well - in the middle of a private hell Shit scared - out there - nowhere Then I open my eyes - ice on the window - the sun is tryin' to break through Then I open my eyes - in the land of the livin' - and it's all right Seen a man rattle in a battle that no one could win I had to turn my soul away Shit's gonna happen - whether you like it or not S' just the way it is Then I open my eyes - boats on the river - headin' down the east side Then I open my eyes - and the trash(?) slips away Soft and supple - like some alibi You been walkin in her sleep - there ain't no cure for the secrets you hide In the middle of my wildest dream - in a place where nothin's what it seems At the time of a great loss From the hoods and the broken homes - this danger's got a smell of it's own In the middle of c-c-chaos In the valley of the shadow of death - the Bellevue boys out kickin' ass In the middle of fire Inside the belly of the beast - in a place where wonders never cease You go higher, higher, higher Then I open my eyes - life in a nutshell - it's over 'fore you know it Then I open my eyes And the city wakes up - puts coffee in cups - when I open my eyes And the kids go to school - Imus rules - when I open my eyes I love you n' you love me N' it rains so I buy an umbrella from the guy on 23rd and Second Avenue
(Ian Hunter)
How ya doin' - all right? I-I-I spy with my little eye Something beginning with you Drool drool drool nearly fell off me stool I hope you fancy me too Now I don't wanna set the world on fire Any old iron, any old iron will do (all right) Smirk smirk smirk the G 'n T's work She can knock 'em back like a fish Smarm smarm smarm I turned up me charm I think I'm on a promise (he thinks he's on a promise) Some say yes 'n some say no And my old man says 'Mind how you go' A little bit o' this, a little bit o' that If you can't take a joke well sod ya (Oh) I'm a dysfunctional chap 'n they call me the Artful Dodger Chat chat chat it's back to the flat I strum me little Spanish guitar Gloat gloat gloat she said 'n I'll quote 'You can take down my particulars' (take down her particulars) It's a funny old life if you weaken, innit? You gonna have a laugh, yeah you've gotta give it A little bit o' this, a little bit o' that Look out for PC Plodger If a job's worth doin' it's worth doin' well 'n they call me the Artful Dodger (Get on yer bike!) I said yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah If you can't take a joke well sod ya (Oh) I'm a bit of a lad 'n they call me the Artful Dodger (Now) a little bit o' this, a little bit o' that Hoist up the Jolly Roger That's the way to do it! Call me the Artful Dodger 'n I'm doin' all right Yes I'm doin' all right, yes I'm doin' all right Yes I'm doing very well, thank you How ya doin' all right (We're doin' all right) How ya doin' all right (We're doin' all right) How ya doin' all right (Yeah we're doin' all right) How ya doin' all right (We're doin' all right) They call me the Artful Dodger They call me the Artful Dodger They call me the Artful Dodger ... (repeat and fade)
(Ian Hunter/Darrel Bath/Honest John Plain)
Bimbo, flirts, sluts in skirts - muscles brightly glisten Conversation's full of filth - let's all have a listen Oh dear oh dear we live in fear Media bulbs a poppin' If you're bent, they're on your scent There can be no stoppin' Peroxide blondes, vagabonds, into 'eavy metal Your hair looks like its been done by a dyke with a score to settle Mud needs raking, photos taken of your murky past Haunts you, taunts you, love it don't you Hey hey the gang's all here Pimps 'n' pervs, straights 'n' queers Enquiring minds want to sneer at the skeletons in your closet Sunday morning in the park, Down the pub or in the bath We'll all have a good old laugh At the skeletons in your closet Skeletons in your, skeletons in your, skeletons in your closet Skeletons in your, skeletons in your, skeletons in your closet It's bloody marvellous - innit? It's bloody marvellous - innit? Juicy bits, saucy snips, there's gold in them there gutters Blue rinse mob on the job, curtains all a-flutter It's cheapo culture, bleeding ulcers, burnt out by the score Lurid tales never fails to shock you to the core Kinky boots 'n' rubbber suits, It's all going on next door! Caught you, taught you, love it don't you If you've had your face re-done If you spank your girlfriend's bum We can all join in the fun At the skeletons in your closet What's the world coming to? Ain't we got nothin' better to do? To spend all day sifting through The skeletons in your closet Hey hey the gang's all here Pimps 'n' pervs, straights 'n' queers Enquiring minds want to sneer At the skeletons in your closet Skeletons in your, skeletons in your, skeletons in your closet Skeletons in your, skeletons in your, skeletons in your closet Skeletons in your, skeletons in your, skeletons in your closet Skeletons in your, skeletons in your, skeletons in your closet Skeletons in your, skeletons in your, skeletons in your closet Skeletons in your, skeletons in your, skeletons in your closet Skeletons in your, skeletons in your, skeletons in your closet Skeletons in your, skeletons in your, skeletons in your closet
(Ian Hunter)
They say that some people never grow up Lost in time shackled to the past for ever, stung by love Still weaving, still believing yesterday's dreams If life is real then so is my imagination All I feel is who I am, who I am, who I am 'n if I wished so hard I bled, would you come true All I need's a bottle 'n' the memories come flooding back 'n I see you though the rain, through the rain, through the rain They say you can never go back What if my love's Still the same, still the same, still the same Still the same, still the same, still the same When love goes right it's the ultimate high you can be on Oh baby I've lost count of the times when things went wrong Bit I pick myself up 'n' I carry on On and on and on and on and on and on it goes I can't pretend imaginary friends are better All I know is people change, people change, people change They say I'm supposed to forget 'n' go on What if my love's Still the same, still the same, still the same Still the same, still the same, still the same Still the same, still the same Still the same, still the same, still the same (Oh baby now) What if your love, what if your love is still the same What if your love, what if your love is still the same What if your love, what if your love is still the same What if your love, what if your love is still the same What if your love, what if your love is still the same
These lyrics have been determined after careful listening to the tracks in question, and are provided for educational purposes only. Due to the possibility of mis-hearing, we cannot vouch for their accuracy. Copyright remains vested in the lawful copyright holders.
Too Much transcribed by Adrian Perkins; minor corrections by Colin Ford and Jim Kettner. Now Is The Time transcribed by Just a Buzz; minor correction by Colin Ford. Something To Believe In transcribed by Just a Buzz; minor corrections by Colin Ford. Resurrection Mary transcribed by Just a Buzz (studio version) and Wim Woittiez (live version). Walk On Water transcribed by Just a Buzz. 23A Swan Hill transcribed by Just a Buzz; corrections by Colin Ford. Michael Picasso transcribed by Just a Buzz. Open My Eyes transcribed by Colin Ford. The Artful Dodger transcribed by Adrian Perkins; minor correction by Colin Ford. Skeletons (In Your Closet) transcribed by Adrian Perkins; corrections by Colin Ford. Still The Same transcribed by Adrian Perkins.