45 Revolutions Per Minute Song Lyrics


11 Nov

45 Revolutions Per Minute Candy Opera Song Lyrics


1 What A Way To Travel

Roger doesn't mind now, it's a fading memory

He's got pictures in his drawer of a race run in Oxford City

History repeating itself at the turn of a reel


Moira doesn't mind now, her hopes and vanity

Fading on a pillow, drowning in her sleep

She finds courage to face the day, leaving night times for dreaming


Just take the way that I'm feeling

Ah, she said, I'm tired of this beg-borrow-stealing

Stealing, especially the stealing

So, keep your eyes on the road, keep your hands on the wheel

And we could drive all night

There's a track that leads to every heart so, let's run it hard


What a way to travel, what a way to be

Call me winner of the four minute mile, yeah

What a way to travel, what a way to be

Call me winner of the four minute mile, yeah

 

Roger doesn't mind now, his fragrant ideal

Lost it in a moment to time the great healer

Hopefully redeeming itself as he turns to stealing

 

Just take the way that I'm feeling

Ah, he said, I'm tired of this beg-borrow-stealing

Stealing, especially the stealing

So, keep your eyes on the road, keep your hands on the wheel

And we could drive all night

There's a track that leads to every heart so, let's run it hard

 

What a way to travel, what a way to be

Call me winner of the four minute mile, yeah

What a way to travel, what a way to be

Call me winner of the four minute mile, yeah

 

Move on, move on

Move on, move on


Lyrics by Paul Malone

Music by Paul Malone, Brian Chin Smithers, Ian Haskell and Jimmy Cartwright

Drums – Alan Currie

Bass – Frank Mahon

Guitars – Brian Chin Smithers

Keyboards – Brian Chin Smithers

Vocals – Paul Malone, Brian Chin Smithers, John Etkin-Bell

Recorded at EMI/ SBK Studios, London, England, August 1989

Produced/ engineered by John Etkin-Bell


2 The Good Book And The Green

 

As the warmest longest night begins to fade

On another hopeless cause you try to save

And a penny for all your thoughts won't count for much

So, you clench your hands, pray to God, pray to God, yeah

 

She sits alone and cries in her room

While the baby still kicks at her womb

He's got a fortune while she's got her faith

But there's not much difference, not these days

Between the good book and the green, yeah

 

There's a heartbeat in every thunder at a price you can't afford

It's worth saving all you've got to buy yourself a home

And this tangled web we're weaving has no shape or form

You're still pinning up your hopes to every strand, pray to God, pray to God

 

She sits alone and cries in her room

While the baby still kicks at her womb

He's got his fortune while she's got her faith

But there's not much difference, not these days

Between the good book and the green, yeah

 

Get on your knees

 

She sits alone and cries in her room

While the baby still kicks at her womb

He's got his fortune while she's got her faith

But there's not much difference

 

She sits alone and cries in her room

While the baby still kicks at her womb

He's got a fortune while she's got her faith

But there's not much difference, not these days

Between the good book and the green, yeah


Lyrics by Paul Malone

Music by Paul Malone, Brian Chin Smithers and Ian Haskell

Drums – Ian Haskell

Bass – Brian Chin Smithers

Guitar – Brian Chin Smithers

Keyboards – Brian Chin Smithers

Vocals – Paul Malone

Recorded at Station House Studios, New Brighton, England, January 1989

Engineered by Phil Burns


3 Religious

You're throwing pennies in the wishing well

You grow your hair long and don't you wear it well

You only kiss me and a star collides

A break is like divorce when I see your eyes

 

I only wanted to believe it for sure

So, stop what you're doing 'cause I can't find no cure

And all the pennies in the wishing well

Won't add to much, I can tell

 

You got religion in your veins

It's kinda like a man like Judas saying, “For heaven's sake”

And if the cap don't fit, don't wear it 'cause

It hasn't got your name in it

 

I only wanted to believe it for sure

So, stop what you're doing 'cause I can't find no cure

It's a long, long, long road you're leading me down

Paved with reassurance and plagued with doubt

 

You got religion in your veins

It's kinda like a man like Judas saying, “For heaven's sake”

And if the cap don't fit, don't wear it 'cause

It hasn't got your name in it


Lyrics by Paul Malone

Music by Paul Malone, Jimmy Cartwright, Brian Chin Smithers and Ian Haskell

Drums – Ian Haskell

Bass – Dave Murrant

Guitar – Brian Chin Smithers

Keyboards – Brian Chin Smithers

Vocals – Paul Malone, Tony Elliott

Recorded at Station House Studios, New Brighton, England, March 1989

Engineered by Paul Madden


4 Fever Pitch

There was a time and forever when I'd walk down these strange roads

Resigned to its changing face they kindly call progress

What am I supposed to do when it strikes so deep inside me?

The decline of the old lines leave me bound to elect growth

 

Well, I don't want to change the world 'cause for that I'd need more help

And if I tried to change the world then I find I'd change myself

 

When the fever pitch calms down then I'll be round

When the fever pitch calms down then I'll be round

 

It seems I've grown so long in the tooth I resist change

From The Drive to The Hippodrome, giving rise to the drug craze

Well, what am I supposed to do when both ends of my candle burn nightly?

Do I tire 'til the wakening hand arrives to condescend on me?

 

Well, I don't want to change the world 'cause for that I'd need more help

And if I tried to change the world then I find I'd change myself

 

When the fever pitch calms down then I'll be round

When the fever pitch calms down then I'll be round


Lyrics by Paul Malone

Music by Paul Malone, Mike Wiggins, Ian Haskell, Ken Moss and Brian Chin Smithers

Drums – Alan Currie

Bass – Frank Mahon

Guitars – Brian Chin Smithers

Keyboards – Brian Chin Smithers

Vocals – Paul Malone, Brian Chin Smithers

Recorded at EMI/ SBK Studios, London, England, August 1989

Produced/ engineered by John Etkin-Bell


5 With Yesterday In All The Right Places

 

So, you don't understand the pictures that I paint in your mind

I'm looking for something but I don't know where, I've tried

You just hide away, I never believe in all they say

I'm looking for something but cannot find the lines

So, I just hide away and never believe in those things failed

We're looking for something but we cannot find the lines

 

What's there but this, you say, that led me to an unrequited love?

What's the difference anyway?

What's there but this, you say, just tell them all you found me on the way

What's the difference anyway?

 

Now, I don't understand your ways, your prayer, your life, your plans

I'm looking for something but cannot find the lines

So, you just hide in veils and never confide in those details

Stop searching for something 'cause you cannot find the lines

So, I just hide away and never believe in all these tales

Stop looking for something 'cause you cannot find those signs

 

What's there but this, you say, that led me to an unrequited love?

What's the difference anyway?

What's there but this, you say, just tell them all you found me on the way

What's the difference anyway?


Lyrics by Paul Malone

Music by Paul Malone, Ken Moss, Mike Wiggins and Ian Haskell

Drums – Ian Haskell

Bass – Mike Wiggins

Guitar – Carl Hodgson, Paul Malone

Violin – Stephanie Lea

Clarinet – Bryan Evans

Piano – Stephanie Lea

Vocals – Paul Malone, Colette Foy

Recorded at Pink Studios, Liverpool, England, 1983


6 Time 

Here I am doing time for you

So, break these chains now, set me free

Here I am doing life for you

So, stop me now and start again

 

Don't need no job satisfaction to drive a truck

Don't need no age-old attraction to see I give up

You've got a friend who says he's found a solution

Put your life in the bottom drawer and pick it up when there's use for it

 

Here I am doing time for you

So, break these chains now, set me free

 

Don't need no job satisfaction to drive a truck

Don't need no age-old attraction to say you give up

Well, you've got a friend who says he's found a solution

So, put your life in the bottom drawer and pick it up when there's use for it

 

Here I am doing time for you

So, break these chains now, set me free

Here I am doing life for you

So, stop me now and start again

Come on, start again

Come on, set me free

Don't you believe


Lyrics by Paul Malone

Music by Paul Malone, Brian Chin Smithers and Ian Haskell

Drums – Ian Haskell

Bass – Brian Chin Smithers

Guitars – Brian Chin Smithers

Keyboards – Brian Chin Smithers

Vocals – Paul Malone, Brian Chin Smithers

Recorded at Station House Studios, New Brighton, England, January 1989

Engineered by Phil Burns


7 Left, Right And Centre

And all the mountains in all of the world

If you climb each peak have you conquered the world?

No man's an island, these impregnable walls

First sign of kindness and they crumble and fall

 

I'm looking for a Jericho, see the walls come tumbling down

I'm gonna give myself to freedom but I'm bound to fight for that

And all I need is love at the end of each day

And the left and right of centre can fall and fade away

 

And all the armies in all of the world

If you join each one have you conquered the world?

If there's no soldiers there cannot be wars

If there were no borders then, you'd have no cause

 

I'm looking for a Jericho, see the walls come tumbling down

I'm gonna give myself to freedom but I'm bound to fight for that

And all I need is love at the end of each day

And the left and right of centre can fall and fade away

 

We're talking 'bout an ongoing situation

Everybody keep falling down, keep moving away

It's an ongoing situation


Lyrics by Paul Malone

Music by Paul Malone, Brian Chin Smithers and Ian Haskell

Drums – Ian Haskell

Bass – Markus Mulholland

Guitars – Brian Chin Smithers

Keyboards – Brian Chin Smithers

Vocals – Paul Malone, Brian Chin Smithers

Recorded at Station House Studios, New Brighton, England, October 1988

Engineered by Paul Madden


8 Serious

And you smile a smile that loses me

I can't hold on that long taking the weight of a world that's sunk

Did you find your plain or just mistake its sweet refrain?

And I'm serious, and I'm serious

 

I take my side and this side's my own

Standing in the wings, I wait my turn while everybody else is just rushing in

Do those who wait in lines make the same mistakes as I?

And I'm serious, and I'm serious

 

Did you find your plain or just mistake its sweet refrain?

And I'm serious, and I'm serious

 

One look over my shoulder, doesn't get much further

Backwards is a place where I plot my map and everything I own is on my back

And it's one look over my shoulder, doesn't get much further

Backwards is a place where I plot my map and everything I own is on my back

 

When you smile the world turns upside down

Painting your cause as a lonely face, sad but sad is the safest place

Perhaps I'll even change to find my hopes revived again

And I'm serious, and I'm serious

 

Well, did you find your plain or just mistake its sweet refrain?

And I'm serious, and I'm serious

 

One look over my shoulder, doesn't get much further

Backwards is a place where I plot my map and everything I own is on my back

And it's one look over my shoulder, doesn't get much further

Backwards is a place where I plot my map and everything I own is on my back


Lyrics by Paul Malone

Music by Paul Malone, Ken Moss, Mike Wiggins and Ian Haskell

Drums – Ian Haskell

Bass – Mike Wiggins

Guitars – Ken Moss, Paul Malone

Vocals – Paul Malone, Ken Moss, Mike Wiggins, Ian Haskell

Recorded at Amazon Studios, Liverpool, England, 1985


9 Slow Down The Slow Dive

Slow down the slow dive

And feel our hearts beat together

Against a pulse we all recognise

The tone contrives to dim the lights

It's how we weave them together

That people question throughout their lives

 

I've gotta slow down with the slow dive

I've gotta slow down with the slow dive

 

I may not do all the things I wanna do

Some people never do

But I'll catch it as it passes through

 

Gotta get off on this whole ride

I've gotta get on with my own life

 

I've been weeping for you, baby

I've been weeping for you, baby

I've been weeping for you, baby

But I've gotta slow down

Gotta slow down

 

I've been weeping for you, baby

I've been weeping for you, baby

I've been weeping for you, baby

I've gotta slow down

Gotta slow down

 

I've gotta slow down with the slow dive, yeah

I've gotta slow down with the slow dive, yeah


Lyrics by Paul Malone

Music by Paul Malone, Frank Mahon and Ian Haskell

Drums – Ian Haskell

Bass – Frank Mahon

Guitars – Paul Malone

Vocals – Paul Malone

Recorded in North Wales, 1993

Engineered by Carl Hodgson


10 The Gravy Train Run 

See them light up across the man-made bay

Steal that car but you won't get that far in it

All the bullying in the world

Won't get you down, never will

 

It's tune-in time across the radio waves

The curtains drawn but you don't know what goes on behind them

For all their money and their wealth

They'll watch you going down and they won't help

 

God bless us now

You see them crying out to their name sakes

And God bless us now

You see them climb aboard their gravy trains

 

See them tie themselves to their fortune slaves

They break their hearts to board those train, train, train, train, trains

Now money's talking loud and clear

You try to wave them down but they won't hear

 

God bless us now

You see them crying out to their name sakes

And God bless us now

You see them climb aboard their gravy trains

 

And God bless us now, yeah

You see them climb aboard their gravy trains

Keep moving on, keep moving on


Lyrics by Paul Malone

Music by Paul Malone, Brian Chin Smithers and Ian Haskell

Drums – Ian Haskell

Bass – Brian Chin Smithers

Guitars – Jimmy Cartwright, Paul Malone

Keyboards – Brian Chin Smithers

Vocals – Paul Malone, Elaine Harris

Recorded at Station House Studios, New Brighton, England, 1988

Produced/ engineered by Peter Hurst


11 Nine Times Out Of Ten 

Fire flames like reason

Pour gasoline on magazines to keep me warm

You know, I'm tired of being

A casualty with mouths to feed in these four walls

Feel the flame rise up

Burning up the side of my face

'Til the television

Is my only comfort

 

l stay because you want me

But I don't wanna taste the flame

You burn until I'm hungry, yeah

And hunger comes up nine times out of ten

l stay because you want me

But I don't wanna taste the flame

You burn until I'm hungry, yeah

And hunger comes up nine times out of ten

 

Burn me up like fever

Alcohol's a sign of where I've been

Detour leaning

Skating around the points you're making

Feel the walls close in

Curtains cut the light on my face

Turn on the television

As my only comfort

 

l stay because you want me

But I don't wanna taste the flame

You burn until I'm hungry, yeah

And hunger comes up nine times out of ten

l stay because you want me

But I don't wanna taste the flame

You burn until I'm hungry, yeah

And hunger comes up nine times out of ten

 

Fire flames like reason

Pour gasoline on magazines to keep me warm

You know, I'm tired of being

A casualty with mouths to feed in these four walls

 

Now I'm tired, now I'm tired


Lyrics by Paul Malone

Music by Paul Malone, Brian Chin Smithers and Alan Currie

Drums – Alan Currie

Tambourine – Brian Chin Smithers

Bass – Frank Mahon

Guitars – Brian Chin Smithers

Keyboards – Brian Chin Smithers

Vocals – Paul Malone, Brian Chin Smithers, John Etkin-Bell

Recorded at EMI/ SBK Studios, London, England, August 1989

Produced/ engineered by John Etkin-Bell


12 Diane

Diane, don't you need greed?

You know there's no-one to deceive me

I always thought on you as a waste of time

Oh, and I bet you five dollars more

As soon as you walk in the door you try to say goodbye

 

Diane, don't you bleed deep?

You know you're the one to convince me

I always thought those views were a waste of time

Oh, and I bet you five dollars more

As soon as you walk in the door you try to say goodbye

 

And the answers buried deep leave the taste of something real

And when I dig them up it adds truth to the line

That everything in its place is the best design for Diane

 

Diane don't believe me

When I say there's no-one to deceive me

I never thought of you as a waste of time

Oh, and I bet you five dollars more

As soon as you walk in the door you try to say goodbye

Oh, and I bet you five dollars more

As soon as you walk in the door you say goodbye


Lyrics by Paul Malone

Music by Paul Malone, Ken Moss, Mike Wiggins and Ian Haskell

Drums – Ian Haskell

Bass – Mike Wiggins

Guitars – Ken Moss, Paul Malone

Steel Drum – Everett

Vocals – Paul Malone

Recorded at Amazon Studios, Liverpool, England, 1985


13 Happy To Be The Plot But Not The Crime

There are more things in heaven and on earth

You don't try them, you'll never find their worth

 

Did you file them second rate

Think them no good and in vain?

Did you count on instant cures

And then find you wanted more?

I guess you know that line so well

Well, not as well as I do

 

Did you crumble, your lips melt in the high?

You don't slumber, you never find you're tired

 

Did you file them second rate

Think them no good and in vain?

Did you count on instant cures

And then find you wanted more?

I guess you know that line so well

Well, not as well as I do

I guess you know that line so well

Well, not as well as I do


Lyrics by Paul Malone

Music by Paul Malone, Brian Chin Smithers and Ian Haskell

Drums – Ian Haskell

Bass – Brian Chin Smithers

Guitars – Jimmy Cartwright, Paul Malone

Keyboards – Brian Chin Smithers

Vocals – Paul Malone, Elaine Harris

Recorded at Station House Studios, New Brighton, England, 1988

Produced/ engineered by Peter Hurst


14 Shoot 

Look at my fortune, look at my fame

Flowing with the river, can't turn back again

Look at my future, look at my rise

Change like the weather, has no ties

 

Look at my fortune, look at my fame

Born in a rage, time will change

Look at my future, look at my rise

There to criticise

 

Did you find you'd have to reminisce all about the days

You'd shoot me up, yeah, just to shoot me down again?

 

Look at my fortune, look at my fame

Flowing with the river, can't turn back again

Look at my future, look at my rise

There to criticise

 

Did you find you'd have to reminisce all about the days

You'd shoot me up, yeah, just to shoot me down again?


Lyrics by Paul Malone

Music by Paul Malone, Jimmy Cartwright, Brian Chin Smithers and Ian Haskell

Drums – Ian Haskell

Bass – Dave Murrant

Guitars – Brian Chin Smithers

Keyboards – Brian Chin Smithers

Vocals – Paul Malone

Recorded at Station House Studios, New Brighton, England, March 1989

Engineered by Paul Madden


15 Second Time Around

Heads wins the day so, this is where I throw you a life-saving line

Your sarcastic flair makes everything you say sound profound

 

Here we are again so, this is where I show you that I'm on your side

The sarcastic air, and you say anything can sound profound

 

You tell yourself it won't control you

But every time it brings you crashing to the ground

 

Second time around with the same old hand-me-downs

Doesn't time pass so, so slowly?

Second time around with the same old hand-me-downs

Well, doesn't time pass so, so slowly?

 

And everything you say sounds profound

 

You lack the same effect when you cling to

All the waking hours the addict owes you

Pins and needles in my arms

 

Second time around with the same old hand-me-downs

Well, doesn't time pass so, so slowly?

Second time around with the same old hand-me-downs

Well, doesn't time pass so, so slowly?

 

I'm never gonna stop until you give it up

You'll find it standing over you

You're never gonna stop and when you give it up

You'll find it standing over you

You're never gonna stop and when you give it up

Well, you're never gonna, never gonna, never gonna, never gonna

Never gonna let that hold you


Lyrics by Paul Malone

Music by Paul Malone, Ken Moss, Mike Wiggins and Ian Haskell

Drums – Ian Haskell

Bass – Mike Wiggins

Guitars – Paul Malone, Ken Moss

Piano – Brian Chin Smithers

Vocals – Paul Malone

Recorded at Studio One, Saughall, England, 1985


16 Love Constitution [Remix]

Gather round this congregation in witnessing what I have to declare

I'm answerable to each and every one of you for what we all have shared

Well, love's a constitution I prescribe to and, in time, befalls us all

And marriage is the institute that gathers all these feelings into one

 

And I was born out of love and affection adopted from inside

And I was raised on the love that you gave me, unreservedly mine

 

Well, life's no bed of roses but I suppose it aids the case to carry on

As it conjures up the thoughts that I presume would idealistically belong

With time and evolution life's been plotted and worked out in advance

And our only hope's the time we served on earth deserves a second chance

 

'Cause I was born out of love and affection adopted from inside

And I was raised on the love that you gave me, unreservedly mine


Lyrics by Paul Malone

Music by Paul Malone, Brian Chin Smithers, Frank Mahon and Alan Currie

Guitar – Brian Chin Smithers

Hammond Organ – Brian Chin Smithers

Vocals – Paul Malone

Recorded at Amazon Studios, Liverpool, England, November 1990

Produced/ engineered by Peter Hurst


17 Whip Crack Away

Here's a tune so, call it love

And you look to me now 'cause it sounds so true

Watching the world pass from a book

I listen to myself 'cause it sounds just like you

 

I find I'm jumping hurdles 'cause I want you back again

I went in search of something, trying to find myself again

In climbing for those rainbows I find I'm stranded in my blues

Sorry I'm so late but I said, meet me at the gate

 

Whip crack away, whip crack away

Hello, goodbye and I must be on my way again

Whip crack away, whip crack away

Hello, goodbye and I must be on my way again

 

Here's my tune so, call it love

But keep it to yourself 'cause its sound belies belief

Watching the words hatched from your book

Must have told you something that you never ever needed

 

I find I'm jumping hurdles just to breeze back round again

I think I sold you something, in short, I called on you, friend

I find that you can't hear me but I'll find you anyway

Sorry that I'm late but I said, meet me at the gate

 

Whip crack away, whip crack away

Hello goodbye and I must be on my way again

Whip crack away, whip crack away

Hello goodbye and I must be on my way again


Lyrics by Paul Malone

Music by Paul Malone, Ken Moss, Mike Wiggins and Ian Haskell

Drums – Ian Haskell

Bass – Mike Wiggins

Guitar – Carl Hodgson, Paul Malone

Violin – Stephanie Lea

Vocals – Paul Malone, Colette Foy

Recorded at Pink Studios, Liverpool, England, 1983


18 Crucified 

All she wanted was to be loved

Not all done up like in Hollywood

Apron strings tie her boulevard

Sees the world as her own back yard

 

He's as restless as shifting sand

All but cured from her healing hands

Hangs on every word she says

Writes them down now for judgement day

 

He's okay, he's doing fine

He gets crucified for all his crimes

He's okay, he's doing fine

He gets crucified for all his crimes

Crucified for all his crimes

 

He's as restless as shifting sand

All but cured from her healing hands

Hangs on every word she says

Writes them down now for judgement day

 

He's okay, he's doing fine

He gets crucified for all his crimes

He's okay, he's doing fine

He gets crucified for all his crimes

Crucified for all his crimes

 

All she wanted was to be loved

Not all done up like in Hollywood

Apron strings tie her boulevard

Sees the world as her own back yard

 

He's okay, he's doing fine

He gets crucified for all his crimes

He's okay, he's doing fine

He gets crucified for all his crimes


Lyrics by Paul Malone

Music by Paul Malone, Brian Chin Smithers, Frank Mahon and Alan Currie

Guitars – Brian Chin Smithers

Keyboards – Brian Chin Smithers

Vocals – Paul Malone, Brian Chin Smithers

Recorded in Liverpool, England, 1991

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