45 Revolutions Per Minute Song Lyrics
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