@ALBUM: Amnesia Richard Thompson @SONG: Turning of the Tide How many boys, one night stands How many lips, how many hands have held you Like I'm holding you tonight Too many nights staying up late Too much powder, too much paint Oh you can't hide from the Turning of the Tide Did they run their fingers up and down your shabby dress Did they find some tender moment there in your caress? Boys all say you look so fine Don't come back for a second time You can't hide from the Turning of the Tide Poor little sailor boy, never set eyes on a woman before Did he tell you that he'd love you, darling, for ever more? Pretty little shoes, cheap perfume Creaking bed in the hotel room You can't hide from the Turning of the Tide Did they run their fingers up and down your shabby dress Did they find some tender moment there in your caress? Boys all say you look so fine Don't come back for a second time You can't hide from the Turning of the Tide @SONG: Gypsy Love Songs Tropical night, Malaria moon Dying stars of the silver screen She danced that famous Gypsy dance With a hole in her tambourine I was young enough and dumb enough I swallowed down my Mickey Finn She'd hijacked a few hearts all right I went into a tailspin Don't sing me, don't sing me, don't sing me No more gypsy love songs Don't sing me, don't sing me, don't sing me No more gypsy love songs Don't stir it up again I put my arm around her waist Says she, young man, you're getting warm The room was going somewhere without me And she laughed as she read my palm Chorus Stillborn love, passionate dreams, pitiful greed And the silver tongues of the tinker girls, Who throw their book of life at you But don't know how to read She was third generation Transylvanian I was the seventh son of a seventh son I begged the band don't play that tune Please don't beguine the begun When I awoke, she'd cut and run She stole my blueprints and my change Just a horseshoe and a note on the bed And all it said was--strange Chorus @SONG: Reckless Kind Here we stand in sheets of rain Parting ways, loved in vain Never knew you'd be the reckless kind I reached out to catch your fall Said you needed a place to crawl Never knew you'd be the reckless kind The reckless kind The reckless kind You're his, not mine Say you run with a breakneck crowd Live your love scenes right out loud Break hearts all around you're the reckless kind Said you were well satisfied Proud to see me by your side Pride's a worthless thing to the reckless kind The reckless kind The reckless kind Love lies shattered on the ground Jagged pieces all around Say you'll come back, but I know you're the restless kind The reckless kind The reckless kind You're his, not mine His, not mine The reckless kind The reckless kind @SONG: Jerusalem on the Jukebox Jerusalem on the Jukebox they talk in tongues on Coronation Street Heaven help the Pharisee whose halo has slipped down to his feet A thousand satellite comedians have died for your sins Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, beat your wings At poolside picnics they chant for Ferraris and furs Their muscle-tone sharpens but their hold on reality blurs You can have your cake and eat it, and never have to puke up a thing Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, beat your wings In the bathroom mirror they try that Joan of Arc look again Two parts Ingrid Bergman to one part Shirley MacLaine The wounds of time kill you but the surgeon's knife only stings Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, beat your wings In video-suburbia the blue light flickers and flames Ecstasy and holy blackmail are the favorite games And God has the sharpest suit and the cleanest chin Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, beat your wings The bride checks her hair and her make-up, and here comes the groom What one-eyed monster comes slouching into your front room Rudolph Valentino or the curse of the two-legged things Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, beat your wings @SONG: I Still Dream It was cruel of you to stand At my door and take my hand Like a drowning man I clung to my defenses And ten years is a time but your looks, love, it's a crime And I never was to know That I'd come to miss you so But time winds down And I turned my back long ago But I still dream Oh darling I still dream I still dream Lord know I still dream On the killing floor I stand With a stun-gun in my hand Like a cowboy shooting bad men on the range And nothing satisfies And the soul inside me dies As I duck each punch and never risk the change And now you look at me With that same old used-to-be But time winds down And I turned my back long ago But I still dream Darling I still dream And now you look at me With that same old used-to-be But time winds down And I turned my back long ago But I still dream Oh darling I still dream I still dream Lord knows I still dream I still dream Darling I still dream @SONG: Don't Tempt Me That gorilla you're dancing with May not have too long to live He's putting his hands in the wrong places Time to rearrange his face He's gonna dance with me instead I'm gonna tap dance on his head Don't tempt me I'm half-way out of my seat He's got the looks, he's got the lolly Driving me clean off my trolley Doing the jitterbug, doing the jive Doing the shimmy, snakes alive That's not a dance, that's S-E-X Ban that couple, certificate X! Get yer mittens off my gal Or you'll end up as mincemeat pal I've got friends, mean sons They've got knives, chains, guns Gas, grenades, knuckle-dusters, Lazy Susans, Blockbusters I'm sitting here, calm as I can While you polish the floor with another man I'm not mad, I'm a cuddly toy Just keep me away from laughing boy You say he's a relative, some hope If he's your uncle, I'm the Pope! @SONG: Yankee Go Home G.I. Joe put your gun away The sun is setting on another day Why don't you leave me alone Yankee Go Home They're burning effigies out in the street Man the lifeboats, sound the retreat Pentagon's on the Phone Yankee Go Home You can't just kiss and run away There ain't enough money on a sergeant's pay When the dance hall girl you banged's in the family way You turned my sister into a whore With a pair of silk stockings from the P.X. store Why don't you leave use alone Yankee Go Home My girlfriend won't talk to me Since she met with a sailor from the land of the free I'm tired of being alone Yankee Go Home I've lost count of the chewing gum that I've had And vodka-cola make my teeth go bad We'll handle this on our own Yankee Go Home Dow Jones going into a stall Spray paint saying it on every wall The climb was fine, now it's time to decline and fall Overpaid, oversexed and over here get smart, gringo, disappear The Hun's at the gates of Rome Yankee Go Home @SONG: Can't Win I started to cry, they put gin in my cup I started to crawl and they swaddled me up I got up and run, they said, easy son Play up, play the game They told me to think and forget what I'd heard They told me to lie and then questioned my word They taught me to fail, better sink than sail Just play the game Oh towers will tumble and locusts will visit the land Oh a curse on your house and your children and the fruit of your hand They said you can't win, you can't win You sweat blood, you give in You can't win, you can't win Turn the cheek, take it on the chin Don't you dare do this don't you dare do that We harpoon dreams, we stiletto in the back The nerve of some people, the nerve of some people The nerve of some people I don't know who you think you are, who you think you are Oh what kind of mother would hamstring her sons Throw sand in their eyes and put ice on their tongues Better to leave than stay here and grieve And play the game Don't waken the dead as you sleepwalk around If you have a dream, brother, hush, not a sound Stand there and rust, and die if you must But play the game Oh if we can't have it, why should a wretch like you? Oh it was drilled in our heads, now we drill it into your head too You can't win, you can't win You sweat blood, you give in You can't win, you can't win Turn the cheek, take it on the chin Don't you dare do this don't you dare do that We harpoon dreams, we stiletto in the back The nerve of some people, the nerve of some people The nerve of some people, the nerve of some people @SONG: Waltzing's for Dreamers Oh play me a blues song and fade down the light I'm sad as a proud man can be sad tonight Just let me dream on, oh just let me sway While the sweet violins and the saxophones play And Miss, you don't know me, but can't we pretend That we care for each other, till the band reach the end One step for aching Two steps for breaking Waltzing's for dreamers And losers in love One step for sighing and Two steps for crying Waltzing's for dreamers And losers in love They say love's for gamblers, the pendulum swings I bet hard on love and I lost everything So don't send me home now, put a shot in my arm And we'll drink out old memories and we'll drink in the dawn And Mr. Bandleader, won't you play one more time For I've good folding money in this pocket of mine. Chorus @SONG: Pharaoh Pharaoh he sits in his tower of steel The dogs of money all at his heel Magicians cry, Oh Truth! Oh Real! We're all working for the Pharaoh A thousand eyes, a thousand ears He feeds us all, he feeds our fears Don't stir in your sleep tonight, my dears We're all working for the Pharaoh Egypt Land, Egypt Land We're all living in Egypt land Tell me, brother, don't you understand We're all working for the Pharaoh Hidden from the eye of chance The men of shadow dance a dance And we're all struck into a trance We're all working for the Pharaoh Idols rise into the sky Pyramids soar, Sphinxes lie Head of dog, Osiris eye We're all working for the Pharaoh I dig a ditch, I shape a stone Another battlement for his throne Another day on earth is flown We're all working for the Pharaoh Call it England, call it Spain Egypt rules with the whip and chain Moses free my people again! We're all working for the Pharaoh Pharaoh he sits in his tower of steel Around his feet the princes kneel Far beneath we shoulder the wheel We're all working for the Pharaoh