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Pictures of a Modern World
(N. Rogers © 2014) Welcome to Utopia The lights are on but no one's listening Come on down and make yourselves at home The kettle's on so don't be shy Tell us how the day's been going There's no need to hang your head and cry Oh what a shame, it's all messed up but who's to blame? They've stolen your identity and everything you used to be Oh don't be scared the future's bright, or so I've heard The TV and the radio, and pictures of a modern world. Lost in the computer age A billion people going nowhere Got to get connected anyway The papers got it wrong again Riots on the streets of London Dancing in the mess that they have made Oh what a bore, I've heard it many times before Poisoning the atmosphere, fear and panic everywhere Don't talk to me of progress and democracy When freedom's never quite the way it seems Don't sing to me of love and god with gun in hand The camera never lies my friend The truth will surface in the end They say we'll get to Mars some day We made the Moon or so they tell you Jump aboard we'll soon be on our way We're taking greed and poverty In the name of science baby Way into the distant galaxy. Hello (R. Sedgewick / N. Rogers ©1996 / 2014) Picture the scene, there was you and me Take a look and ask yourself where you used to be You see now and then, well I like to intend And I hope that someday soon I'll see you again And I just called to say hello Cause it's been ages since we spoke And I just wanted to say hello It's been a long time since we wrote Or had a chat on the telephone And I just want to say hello Last weekend, well I picked up my pen I suppose that's another letter I wouldn't send We had a scream, in our ripped up jeans And I kind o’ got to wondering how you've been I never thought we'd leave it for so long I hope that life has given you what you want I never thought that we'd live so far apart But now the time has come to get off my arse And thank you for my Christmas card You see now and then, well I like to intend So long for now, so until then. Chameleon Days (N. Rogers © 2014) We could talk about freedom We could talk about love Talk about anything that you like Till the skies cave in from above But it's all about hunger and it's all about pain It's all about getting the things that you want As we bury our heads in the sand Singing hey, hey Chameleon Days We could sing for the moment We could pray for the day Sing about how we could change the world How nothing will stand in our way But it's all about anger and it's all about hate It's all about giving as good as you get and taking as much as you like Singing hey, hey Chameleon Days It's a sign of the times that nobody listens It's a sign of the days that are yet to come Let’s talk about peace not revolution Hey, hey Chameleon Days We could talk about freedom We could talk about love Talk about anything you like Till the stars fall down from above But it's all about money and it's all about fame It's all about seeing your name up in lights and staying ahead of the game Singing hey, hey Chameleon Days It's a sign of the times that nobody listens It's a sign of the days that are yet to come It's easy to say that I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one!! In Temptation (N. Rogers © 2014) Devil stole the radio Burning up the highway killing time Sellin' death by stereo Turn it up it's gonna blow your mind The road to suicide spinning out of line Out of sight and out of time. Hammer down, way to go Flying like a screaming satellite On the edge of vertigo Hand in hand we'll fall into the night Every step it takes me deep into the fire Every breath it makes me high. Taking me down In temptation Spinning me round In temptation. Southward Bound (N. Rogers © 2014) Way down in a southern town There's a girl with a certain smile She's kind o’ cookie and she’s kind o’ free And she'll show you a real good time She's got legs that go on for miles And lips that'll never tell I said baby won't you do us a favour She told me to go to hell! I'm goin' down to a southern town Too see a girl with a certain smile She's kind o’ cookie and she’s kind o’ free And she'll show you a hell of a time I said baby, you're drinin ' me crazy Sure you ain't got nothing to sell? I only want a little piece of the action She told me to go to hell!! Hands of the merchandise You can't afford the goods Ain't no Ferrari boy But it's faster than it looks Ho down, turn around You know we're southward bound. I said baby won't you give us a break We've been on this road for hours See me and the boys ain't got no time For romance and for flowers Won't you do that little trick You know, the one that makes me cough Only want to see you shake that thing She told me to... Attention lover boy And learn to shut your mouth!!! |
Dirty Water
(N. Rogers © 2014) Save me, I think I'm falling deeper baby, Sinking, and god this water stinks Down by the old familiar They've got ya on hook line and sinker The more you bite the more they’ll feed ya Wrapped around their dirty finger. Another victim of the same, same old Just a working man who's soul was sold Another number off the same payroll We didn't know no better I guess nothin' lasts forever. Save me, drag me from this dirty water Take me a thousand miles from here Down by the Riviera The skies are blue and the air is clearer We’ll raise a glass to the working classes No need to get off our arses. Living the dream and we've got everything we need or so it seems in the sun Just you and me and a million fantasies It's just like when we were young. In The Line of Fire (N. Rogers © 2014) Hey there Superman where have you gone, it's been so long Been searching everywhere but you're nowhere to be found Maybe find the time to show you face or send a line Let us know we're not alone. Where's that helping hand, the friendly face that understands? Where's the hero when you needed him? He's out saving someone else and flying round in fancy pants And we're running out of time We're standing in the line of fire Standing in the line of fire Hanging high up on a wire Standing in the line and you're out of time Have you ever been someone Have you ever really had to take a fall? Have you ever felt the same Have you ever really felt a thing at all? You're out of time Out of time Living a lie Another time, another place Another picture to embrace. Genocide (N. Rogers © 2014) Baby hides her dreams of genocide Locked behind those angel eyes She's a dreamer. She lives in fear of those who cannot see Another victim of nature's greed She's a dreamer, little dreamer Nice dreams, nice dreams. Baby's got a bullet in your name A steady hand when she's takin' aim She's a dreamer, little dreamer. Baby's got a bomb going one Baby's got a bomb going two Baby's got a bomb going, 3...2...1... Boom!!! Digital Love (N. Rogers © 2014) I've seen the world through television Night time goggles, double vision Plug in baby takes you for a ride. So mind your lip and do your duty 2k mega pixel beauty That's entertainment for the blind. But I know what they're saying That you're just a waste of time But I don't mind. Let's jump about and all get naked Doesn't matter if you fake it Everybody does for the laugh A virtual reality of Button pushing fantasies Oh how we suffer for our art. But I know what they're saying That you're just a waste of time But I don't mind. And I know when you’re seeing The world through jaded eyes They might just be the best days of your life. Tuning in, dropping out Rollin’ On (N. Rogers © 2014) Only four bars from home Another drink and another song You see me and Jack we're on the road In the name of rock n' roll. Empty bottles and empty souls Broken strings and broken bones Seen them stand and seen them fall Blood stains on the dance floor. It’s another empty town; they all just seem the same Echoes of curtain calls and long gone glory days Rollin' on, rollin' on Gotta keep these wheels turning Rollin' on, rollin' on Gotta keep that mother movin'. Old man in bullshit corner He’s seen it all, or so he'll tell ya When The Stones and Beatles played Man, those were the good ol' days. Barmaid with come on eyes She falls for drummers every time A one night stand to take you home An empty bed when morning comes. So it's one more for the road and one more for the song It's just like Freddie said, the show it must go on... You can hear the people say he'll be a star someday Still waiting in the wings but man that boy could play That boy could play... Release date: 14th July 2014 Copyright Menu Records Publisher Melanie Perrett Music Publishing |
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