Mott The Hoople and Ian Hunter

She's Real Gone

(Overend Watts)

You never went 'n' told me
Somebody should have told me
About the evil trick that you had up your sleeve
You made me have grim fun with all the things you've done
Then half inched all my stash and disappeared into Leeds

I ran to the station, I didn't care what station
Like a headless chicken with its tail on fire
I couldn't find the platform, somebody stole the platform
Then I saw there was no track
And I realised the line closed, 40 years ago

She's real gone, gone forever, don't ha ha, gone forever
She's real gone, well I never, knock me down with a feather.

And now I'm all washed up
All I can say is (boogiediboogiedy...)

You left me in lurch when I got back from church
I'm gonna sort that vicar out when I get hold of him
At risk of being pedantic I was going quietly frantic
Creeping paranoia coursing though my every vein

When on a giant bender and bit chunks out my Fender
All because I loved you and you caused me so much pain.

I was feeling suicidal, you were my one true idol
Then suddenly I felt all cheerful and realised I was glad you'd left.

She's real gone, gone forever, don't ha ha, gone forever
She's real gone, well I never, knock me down with a feather.
You done me a favour, baby
She's real gone, gone forever, don't ha ha, gone forever
She's real gone, well I never, take her back, never never
Why don't you take a short walk on a long pier?
She's real gone, gone forever, don't ha ha, gone forever
She's real gone, hell for leather, take her back never never
(You're the one that's running!)
I'm a bird
I'm wild
And I'm free
But you're not!

(boogiediboogiedy...)

The Dinosaw Market

(Overend Watts)

(Achaa...
Hmm, that’s jazz
But this ain’t)

(Hep!
It’s been 20 years.
Where you been?
I’m fine.
Bass!)

(Yeah, rock on)

Softly, softly, catchee monkey outside Paignton Zoo
Softly, softly, catchee monkey that's how I'll catch you
Brinsley, Brinsley catchee Wyngard down the Gloucester docks
Brinsley, Brinsley catchee Wyngard sporting orange socks

The Dinosaw Market will make ya feel good, better than you possibly thought that you could
The friendly staff will beat you up 'till you get out your pounds!
The Dinosaw Market will do your head in, you'll all be wearing an asinine grin
But we won't ever let you out 'till you get out your cash!

(Now get this)

Gently, gently catchee bauble on the river Lugg
Gently Geoffrey catchee bauble using natural slug
Brinsley, Brinsley catchee Wyngard down the Gloucester docks
(again)
Brinsley, Brinsley catchee Wyngard eating garlic frogs

(not this again!)
(s'cool... nice!)
(on piano... Bobby Crush!)

Sprightly, sprightly catchee Norman at the Cheltenham boot
Brightly, nightly catchee Norman, How ya doin' old fruit?
Bouncy, bouncee catchee Berto with a Charles Eames chair
Bouncy, bouncee catchee Berto 
Man, she's everywhere!

The Dinosaw Market will make ya feel good, better than you possibly thought that you could
The friendly staff will beat you up 'till you get out your pounds!
The Dinosaw Market will make ya feel great, better than you possibly thought me ol' mate
But we won't ever let you out 'till you get out your cash!

Dinosaw Carl, Dinosaw Dud, Dinosaw Sam, Dinosaw Joe, Dinosaw Anne, 
Dinosaw Dickie, Dinosaw Mark, Dinosaw Jamie, Dinosaw Nick, Dinosaw Bob,
Dinosaw Mate, Dinosaw Dixie, Dinosaw Elaine, Dinosaw Becky, 
Dinosaw everyone!

Dinosaw, Dinosaw, Dinosaw...

Caribbean Hate Song

(Overend Watts)

The frying pan you gave me lies sadly on my bed
The dress that you were wearing, the colour it was very pale turquoise
Now it doesn't matter 'cause you're on some distant shore
Living like a queen I 'spect you lucky little ex-girlfriend of mine

(Ain't that a shame) But some day I think you leave it all behind
(Sad, sad, sad) Turn another page forget the last, it's past
(Cry, cry, cry) Never stop to think about the ones who cry
Left out of your life

The Christmas card I sent you in 1977
I must have been on tour because the post mark was from a village in Cornwall
Now I lead a private life, my hair's short at the front (and sides)
And people say I'm crazy or they say I'm just a very pleasant boy (and back).
And I like to live in Acton, and I like a cup of tea
In fact I've just drunk six of them I'll have to go and see
A man about a dog

(Ain't that a shame) But some day I think I'll leave it all behind
(Sad, sad, sad) Turn another page forget the last, it's past
(Cry, cry, cry) Never stop to think about the one who lies
Left out of my life

He'd Be A Diamond

(Overend Watts)

When the tape runs out the music keeps playing
When the walls come down it's still hard to cross that line
When his love has gone he says he still needs her
And he want to let you know that if he had his chance again
He'd be a diamond

When you dab your eyes the tears keep on falling
And when you blow your nose it still gets blocked up
(and runs)
And though you feel like shit he says that you're beautiful
And he swears by all the saints that if he had his chance again
He'd be a diamond

Is he lying to get what he wants or does he mean it this time
Is he running low on adventure and feeling gone (?) an ironing board (?)
And his analyst son plays chess (?)

You turn your back to see what's behind you
And when you start afresh you still think of days gone by
And when a heart is broke it still keeps on pumping
And he told me just last night that if he had his chance again
He'd be a diamond

And he told me just last night that if he had his chance again
He'd be a diamond

(This time it would have to be different)

The Legend Of Redmire Pool

(Overend Watts)

It was a light black night
I saw a dark white horse
It was throwing mad shadows
I could feel a strange force
And the face disappeared
And the calm came down
The rods were still
On the water not a sound

Waiting for the daybreak
For the first warm rays to shine down
The daybreak, for the first light

It was an old new moon
That slid behind the clouds
Was that a hooded figure?
Where an old monk drowned
I saw a shooting star burn out
Right across the sky
Then my right Optonic
Screaming its fearful cry

Waiting for the daybreak
For the first warm rays to shine down
The daybreak, the first light
Waiting for the daybreak
For the first warm light to shine down
The daybreak, the Redmire dawn

Yes a dream came true
On that mystical night
And as long as I live
I'll remember the signs
I swear the ghost of Dick Walker
Must have been at my side
Shouting 'Strike now, boy!'
On a surely be denied

Light black!
Dark white!
Mad Shadows!
Strange force!

Waiting for the daybreak
For the first warm rays to shine down
The daybreak, the first light
Waiting for the daybreak
For the first warm rays to shine down
The daybreak, for the Redmire dawn

Shine on me
Shine on me (That’s one hell of a carp you caught)
Shine on me (That’s no ordinary carp, chummy - that’s Raspberry!)
Shine on me
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Yeah... Yeah!
Shine on me...

Redmire pool was a legendary carp fishing venue, the exact location of which was kept secret except to a privileged few for years. It yeilded massive fish including the then British record carp of 44lb (a record which stood for a long time). Richard Walker was a legend amongst anglers not just because he held the carp record, but because he applied theory to angling and demonstrated the effect this had on results. Thanks to 'Man Overboard' (on the Ian Hunter message forum) for the info.

Prawn Fire On Uncle Sheep Funnel

(Overend Watts)

Prawn fire!
Prawn fire!
Prawn fire!
Prawn fire!
On... Uncle... sheep... funnel... (funnel)
Why did they do it?

Prawn fire!
Prawn fire!
Prawn fire!
Prawn fire!
On... Uncle... sheep... funnel... (funnel)
Why did they do it?

Prawn fire!
Prawn fire!
Prawn fire!
Prawn fire!
Prawn fire!
Prawn fire!
Prawn fire!
Prawn fire!
On... Uncle... sheep... funnel... (funnel)
Why do they do it?
Why do they do it?

Belle Of The Boot

(Overend Watts)

Every Sunday morning
'Round about twenty to five
I'm barely awake
Hey, I'm barely alive!
I race through the darkness
In my beaten-up Mercedes Benz
I'm praying to God that one day this will end

Five past five and I ain't spent a penny
I need some stock but I can't find any
But there's a girl who could make my life complete

She's the belle of the boot
(belle, belle, belle of the boot)
She's your world, my world belle of the boot
(belle, belle, belle of the boot)
I don't know whose life I'm living, it don't feel like mine

I looked in Death Alley, then up around Dealer's Row
I got a pair of speakers last week - they didn't go (they're fucked!)
I've just about had it with this place
I never wanna come here again
But there's just one thing that keeps dragging me back
I've gotta see that woman again

It's eight fifteen and I ain't spent a penny
I need some stock but I can't find any
But there's a girl who could make my life complete
She's the belle of the boot
(belle, belle, belle of the boot)
She's your world, my world belle of the boot
(belle, belle, belle of the boot)
I don't know whose life I'm living, it don't feel like mine

Gun reel pipes, and the real pipe’s knackered
A table in van, but it aint been lacquered
But this girl could make my life complete
She's the belle of the boot
(belle, belle, belle of the boot)
She's your world, my world belle of the boot
(belle, belle, belle of the boot)
We don't know whose life we're living, they don't feel like ours

(belle, belle, belle of the boot)
(belle, belle, belle of the boot you are)
(belle, belle, belle of the boot you are)
(belle, belle, belle of the boot)
(belle, belle, belle of the boot you are)
(belle, belle, belle of the boot)
(belle, belle, belle of the boot you are)
(belle, belle, belle of the boot)
(belle, belle, belle of the boot you are)
(belle, belle, belle of the boot)

A 'boot' is a car boot sale, which is a form of market in which private individuals come together to sell household and garden goods. They are popular in the United Kingdom, where they are often referred to simply as 'car boots'. More info is on Wikipedia.

There's Berkeley Power Station

(Overend Watts)

At the start everything was roses
Before too long it all turned in to guns
And after that it started catching fire
And pretty soon everything was black
And charred - so listen
I can't stick around on the odd chance you'll come round
I'll be on my way doing just fine
Oh-oh-oh
I'll be on my way
This is goodbye

Guess I'll drift on down through Coleford
A refugee like me could vanish in thin air
Down there
I may call in to Mitcheldean auctions
Just to ask Ken to sell my gear
I'm pushing off - for ever
So listen

I can't stick around on the odd chance you'll come round
I'll be on my way
Doing just fine 
Oh-oh-oh
I'll be on my way
This is goodbye

(The screaming ab-dabs, don't let them get me! The heebee geebies, don't let them take me, no!)

(They're back)

Been sleeping rough, just outside Lydney
If things get worse I can always sell a kidney - again!
Across the Severn there's Berkeley Power Station
Its nuclear fallout could be the death of me - for good
So listen

I can't stick around on the odd chance you'll come round
I'll be on my way
One lonely guy
Oh-oh-oh
I'll be on my way
This is goodbye

Berkeley power station is a long-closed down and decommissioned nuclear power station on the River Severn, just upstream of the old Severn Bridge. Coleford, Mitcheldean and Lydney are all places in south-west Gloucestershire.

The Magic Garden

(Overend Watts)

I remember sitting by the river in your garden - it's late July
The ripples on the water laugh at me as they flow by
The heron and kingfisher are my lonely company
Till you come smiling down with strawberries, love and tea

And we're sure to discover
The secrets and the truth
We will know one day

The stories we were told
Were conjured up by Man
But we will know one day

I sometimes dream that I'll come back here
Maybe many years from now
And look out across the river
From the other bank
Just like a cow

The garden hasn't changed much
The old caravan's still there
And I wonder where you are now
And I wish I'd said how much I care

But we're sure to discover
The secrets and the truth
We will know one day

To take someone for granted
Is the cruellest thing to do
But we will know one day

To stop communicating and destroy that precious jewel
We will know one day

Endless Night

(Shaun Harris)

Rest my bones on a day of sunshine
Somewhere like it is today
A change of heart on my lover's part
And then my life fills its endless part

And nothing new, and nothing right
Nothing but this endless night
So I'll go on being all alone
Pretending that you're just not gone

What is worse is the agony
Of feeling you slip away from me
The emptiness I feel inside
I can't describe nor can I hide

I know that now my life is ruined
Broken hearts in no regard
So I'll go on being all alone
Pretending that you're just not gone

Constant pining, always crying
With no place to go
Love forgetting, just regretting
What I'm going through

Rest my bones on a day of sunshine
Somewhere like it is today
A change of heart on my lover's part
And then my life fills its endless part

And nothing new, and nothing's right
Nothing but this endless night
So I'll go on being all alone
Pretending that you're just not gone

What is worse with the agony
Of feeling you slip away from me
The emptiness I feel inside
I can't describe nor can I hide

I know that now my life is ruined
Broken hearts in no regard
So I'll go on being all alone
Pretending that you're just not gone

Rise Up

(Overend Watts)

All the dark and lonely days
Have somehow got to end
How can I explain to you
Just what it's like my friend

Since November came around
It's been a long cold time
'Cos we will learn to live with it
But others have to hide

So time for you to rise up, rise up
Time for you, I know it's hard to do
You must rise up, rise up
Time for you before they shoot you down

Far across the fields there lies the twinkling market town
And bells from centuries gone by ring as the sun goes down
All around is peaceful now in perfect harmony
If only we could breathe a moment making history

So time for you to rise up, rise up
Time for you, I know it's hard to do
You must rise up, rise up
Time for you before they shoot you down

Time for you to rise up, rise up
Time for you, I know it's hard to do
You must rise up, rise up
Time for you before they shoot you down

(ooh-ooh)

Time for you to rise up, rise up
Time for you, I know it's hard to do
You must rise up, rise up
Time for you before they shoot you down

Time for you to rise up, wise up
Time for you, I know it's hard to do
You must rise up, wise up
Time for you before they shoot you down

(ooh-ooh)

The Search

(Overend Watts)

When you're feeling lost at sea
And nothing's how it's meant to be
And all your friends have turned away
Who'll be the one who always stays?

I will never go away
I will on a rainy day
I will, I will always stay, I will, I will

No sight of land across the waves
Below, a thousand watery graves
When sea winds rattle through your bones
Who'll kill the core of Davey Jones?

I will never sail away
I will on a rainy day
I will, I will always stay, I will, I will

Meet me down by the crystal waterfall
Faith and love will be waiting there too
Do I see him in the flickering evening shadows
Or is it just light playing tricks on my mind?

There's nothing wrong on our desert island
We'll find peace some day

So as we search another day
Who'll never ever go away

I will never sail away
I will on a rainy day
I will, I will always stay, I will, I will

Miss Kingston

(Overend Watts)

I used to go shopping at Tesco's in the High Street
Their prices were the best
One day I saw a girl in the Home and Wear department
And now my heart's gone west

Miss Kingston, how I love you
Miss Kingston, why don't you love me too?

Well I've travelled round the world and I've known a lot of girls
In countries near and far
But my legs turn to jelly when you look into my eyes and when I see you drive your car (beep beep!)

Miss Kingston, how I love you
Miss Kingston, why can't you love me too?

Maybe I'm too ugly or you think that I'm nuts
I ought to come and ask you but I ain't got the guts
Maybe you're in love with the manager's son
Or even worse you're going off to be a nun (hope you like the cherubs!)

Now I don't go down to the store no more
And I've heard that you're moving away
I'll never forget you, that's all I have to say
Even when I'm old and grey (not long!)

Miss Kingston, how I love you
Miss Kingston, could you love me soon?

Born Late 58 (demo)

(Overend Watts)

Baby took me out last night
Got a little cadillac bite.
Shook me about - inside out
Didn't get home 'till light.

She's a goer, a grower - you gotta get to know her
A mover, a groover - you turn around she'll lose you

Burned out as the light turned green
Smoke-screened off her rail.
He didn't see me comin' but he surely saw me runnin'
Faster than the U.S. mail.

She's a speeder, a leader
You're really gotta need her
You see her, she thrills you, you look at her she'll kill you.

Listen, fella, baby don't you sell her
Don't you try and steal her away
Hush, man logs in her dam
Think you better fade away

She's a goer, a grower - you gotta get to know her
A mover, a groover - you turn around she'll lose you
She's a speeder, a leader
You're really gotta need her
To see her, she thrills you, you look at her she'll kill you.

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.

Credits

Originally transcribed by Adrian Perkins, except She's Real Gone and Caribbean Hate Song by Colin Ford

Meanwhile, contributors over at Overend's Facebook page have also transcribed the album. There are numerous small differences from my efforts (their hearing's obviously better than mine!), which I have now merged:

Corrections to She's Real Gone and Endless Night by Morgan Fisher

Corrections to The Dinosaw Market by Elizabeth and Lynn McCulloch

Corrections to Caribbean Hate Song by Tom Guerra

Corrections to The Legend Of Redmire Pool, There's Berkeley Power Station and The Magic Garden by DeeCee Risfield

Corrections to Belle Of The Boot by Cheryl Walker

Corrections to The Search and Miss Kingston by Lynn McCullogh