----------- LIVE IN BERLIN, 1997 - LYRICS ♪ -----------

DECADENT DAYS
© Hazel O`Connor

Put on your face, put on your clothes
Going out dancing, pose, pose
Wind our bodies round and round
Move to the rhythm of the fare rave sounds

These are the decadent days
These are the decadent ways
These are the de de de de de decadent days
De de de de de de decadent days

Swing to the left, swing to the right
Thrust your hips to the flashing light
Whirling dervish here's the rule
Sweating hot but you stay cool

These are the decadent days
These are the decadent ways
These are the de de de de de decadent days
De de de de de de decadent days

The whole room is vibrating
With all our bodies shaking
But still they're hesitating
From really taking it, making it, taking it


RUNAWAY

© Hazel O`Connor

You hate yourself, so you hate everybody else
People can make you fell small
Small is a size when age just won't rise fast enough
So you wait for the day, to be up get away
Run, run as fast as you can
Over and over and over the hill faraway

Runaway
Is there something you're trying to say
Runaway
Please come home one day
Runaway
Is there something you trying to say
Over and over and over and over again

I remember the day in a grey misty way
When I boarded the boat to the hook
I was sick to the sea that was beckoning me to it's end
In the light of the dawn, feeling ragged and worn
I pointed my thumb to the sky
Over and over and over that road again

Runaway
Is there something you're trying to say
Runaway
Please come home one day
Runaway
Is there something you trying to say
Over and over and over and over again

Now in the light of experience
There's something I want to say
Now in the light of experience
There's nowhere to run to
If from yourself you're really running away

Runaway
Is there something you're trying to say
Runaway
Please come home one day
Runaway
Is there something you trying to say
Over and over and over and over again


BLACKMAN
© Hazel O`Connor

I am the blackman and you are the white
I am the deviant and you're always right
I am the darkness and you are the light
I am the blackman, you're the white
Yeah you are the good little holier
Than thou, hide your head in your hand
You hear no, see no, speak no no no no
Understand

I am the blackness, I am the dark
I am the alcoholic pissed in the park
I am the girl who sold her body to the dark
I am the truth of it, you are the hypocrite

I am the dirty and you are the clean
I live in places where you've never been
I eat the garbage and you eat the cream
I am the dirty, you're the clean
You give me the first degree for being different to thee
You hit me, kick me, tell me you're what I should be

I am the blackness, I am the dark
I am the alcoholic pissed in the park
I am the girl who sold her body to the dark
I am the truth of it, you are the hypocrite

I am the whiteman and I paint you black
I am the traitor, but I put you on the rack
I am the coward and I shoot you in the back
I am the white man, I paint you black
Yeah I am are the good little holier
Than thou hide my head in my hands
I hear no, see no, speak no no no no
Understand

I am the blackness, I am the dark
I am the alcoholic pissed in the park
I am the girl who sold her body to the dark
I am the truth of it, you are the hypocrite
I am the blackness, I am the dark
I am the alcoholic pissed in the park
I am the girl who sold her body to the dark
I am the truth of it, you are the hypocrite
Blackman!

SPANCILL HILL
(traditional)

One night as he lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
His mind being bent on rambling to lreland he did fly
he stepped on a vision and he followed with the wind,
when at last he came to anchor at the cross of Spancill Hill.

Then on the 23rd of June the day before the fair,
When Ireland’s sons and daughters and
friends assembled there.
The young and the old, the brave and
the bold cametheir dutie to fulfill
At the Parish Church in Clooney a mile from Spancill Hill.

He went to see his neighbours to see how they did fare,
The old ones were all dead and gone
the young ones turning grey.
He met with tailor Quigley he’s as funny as ever still,
Johnny used to patch his britches
when he lived in Spancill Hill.

He paid a flying visit to his one and only love,
She’s as gentle as a puppy and as pretty as a doll
She threw her arms around me saying,
Johnny I love you still,
Sure she’s Ned the farmer’s daughter and the pride of Spancill Hill.

He dreamt he held, he kissed her as many a time before,
Oh Johnny you’re only joking as many a time before.
The cock he crowed in the morning he crowed
both clear and shrill,
He awoke in California many miles from Spancill Hill.


TELL ME WHY
© Hazel O`Connor - Major Black

Tell me why, why, why when a man wants a woman
does he give her his best, does he try to impress
all the things he will do for her, why,
when that man gets that woman, does he
tend to neglect her, does he tend to forget all
the things, all the things that he said to get her
all the promises that he made, gonna lose
what he gained, cause the...

Time has come for things to change
gotta change

Tell me why, why, why when a woman wants a man
does she give him her best, does she try to impress
all the things she will do for her, why,
when that woman gets that man, does she
give him her heart, does she then fall apart
when he's late start to hate, all those lonely
nights alone when the loving feelings have gone
when his home's not a home, when the...

Time has come for things to change
gotta change

And why does a woman, why does a man
turn something special into a battle ground
When they both know what they're fighting
is just a losing battle against the power
of love which nobody ever wins

Tell me why, why, why when a man loves a woman
why can't he change, just rearrange all the
things that does to hurt her why when
that woman gets that man, why can't she forgive
him, cause, the...

Time has come for things to change
gotta change


HANGING AROUND

© The Stranglers

Big girl in the red dress
She's just trying to impress us
'Cos she's got the barley fever
But she doesn't make a sound
She's just hanging around

Down the court road early
With the Hustlers big and burly
There's a million of'em selling
And the buyers can be found
They're just hanging around

Christ has told his mother
Christ has told her not to bother
'Cos he's alright in the city
'Cos he's high above the ground
He's just hanging around

One of'em comes closer
Got a monkey on his shoulder
And the monkey's getting grinner
But his eyes are on the ground
He's just hanging around

I'm moving in the colehelme
With the leather all around me
And the sweat is getting steamy
But their eyes are on the ground
They're just hanging around


WILL YOU?

© Hazel O`Connor - Wesley Magoogan

You drink your coffee and I sip my tea
And we're sitting here playing so cool, thinking What will be, will be
But it's getting kind of late now
Oh I wonder if you'll stay now, stay now, stay now, stay now
Or will you just politely say goodnight?
I move a little closer to you, not knowing quite what to do
And I'm feeling all fingers and thumbs, I spill my tea, oh silly me!
But it's getting kind of late now
I wonder if you'll stay now, stay now, stay now, stay now
Or will you just politely say goodnight?

And then we touch much too much
This moment has been waiting for a long long time
Makes me shiver, it makes me quiver
This moment I'm so unsure
This moment I've waited for
Is it something you've been waiting for, waiting for too?
Take off your eyes, bare your soul
Gather me to you and make me whole
Tell me your secrets, sing me the song
Sing it to me in the silent tongue
But it's getting kind of late now
I wonder if you'll stay now, stay now, stay now, stay now
Or will you just politely say goodnight?


EIGHTH DAY

© Hazel O`Connor

In the beginning was a world
Man said: Let there be more light
Electric scenes a maze of beams
Neon brights to light our boring nights
On the second day he said: Let's have a gas
Hydrogen and CO are of the past
Let's make some germs, we'll poison the worms
Man will never be surpassed

And he said: Behold what I have done
I've made a better world for everyone
Nobody laughs, nobody cries
World without end, forever and ever
Amen, amen, amen

On the third we get green and blue pill pie
On the fourth we send rockets to the sky
On the fifth metal beasts and submarines
On the sixth man prepares his final dream:
In our image, let's make robots for our slaves
Imagine all the time that we can save
Computers, machines, the silicon dream
Seventh he retired from the scene

And he said: Behold what I have done
I've made a better world for everyone
Nobody laughs, nobody cries
World without end, forever and ever
Amen, amen, amen

On the eighth day machine just got upset
A problem man had not foreseen as yet
No time for flight, a blinding light
Then nothing but a void, forever night

He said: Behold what man has done
There's not a world for anyone
Nobody laughs, nobody cries
World's at an end, everyone has died
Forever amen, amen, amen
He said: Behold what man has done
There's not a world for anyone
Nobody laughes, nobody cries
World's at an end, everyone has died
Forever amen, amen, amen,
Amen


CALLS THE TUNE

© Hazel O`Connor

Well, I saw your face in a photograph
Cried so much, I nearly laughed
You never really had the chance
To question why did you live some to cry some and die?

Who, what and how writes the song, calls the tune
Says what's right and wrong
Writes the song, calls the tune
Says what's right and wrong

Oh, I'd have caught your eyes, but my hands were tied
Was it truth? Was it lies?
Many words of truth are spoken in jest
Who would have guessed that, or trust that? What a mess!

Who, what and how writes the song, calls the tune
Says what's right and wrong
Writes the song, calls the tune
Says what's right and wrong
Who, what and how writes the song, calls the tune
Says what's right and wrong
Writes the song, calls the tune
Says what's right and wrong


IF ONLY

© Hazel O`Connor

What do you do when they turn on the light
You guard your heart, so they steal your sight
You reach out in blindness, touch the alone
His icicle fingers chill you to the bone
What do you do when the cat gets your tongue
No way to tell it's all going wrong
Mouth out the words on the telephone
Nobody answers, nobody's home

What's done has been done, and I won't be the one
Who despairs in the wheelchair, resigned to 'if only'
No, I'll stand up again and I'll run
I'll jump up till I touch the sun
Because I won't be the one to be bound
By the sound of 'if only, if only, if only...'

Well, I reach out in blindness now, but what do I care?
I'll walk into walls and I'll stumble downstairs
I'll laugh like a fishwife, I'll cry like a clown
Up is the only way to go when you're down
When I reach a mountain top, then I start to climb
I'll walk on the water, I'll turn water to wine
Hope is the one thing we got on our side
Hope can be salvaged when all else has died

What's done has been done, and I won't be the one
Who despairs in the wheelchair, resigned to 'if only'
No, I'll stand up again and I'll run
I'll jump up till I touch the sun
Because I won't be the one to be bound
By the sound of 'if only, if only, if only...'

What's done has been done, and I won't be the one
Who despairs in the wheelchair, resigned to 'if only'
No, I'll stand up again and I'll run
I'll jump up till I touch the sun
Because I won't be the one to be bound
By the sound of 'if only, if only, if only...'


REACH
© Hazel O`Connor

I've been waiting here so long for this train
I nearly left the station time and time again
I could change my plans I could go another way
Or I could just have lived my life for this day
(and I'm singing)

Reach, reach oh I'm reaching out (this time)
I, I, I, I, I'm fighting back (for what is mine)
I'm reaching out, I'm fighting on and on and on

See I got a place to go to this time
And the train and me we're leaving all these
bad things behind
I've been around I've seen every kind of
hell hole and town, now I'm on my way home

Reach, reach oh I'm reaching out (this time)
I, I, I, I, I'm fighting back (for what is mine)
I'm reaching out, I'm fighting on and on and on

Unification, liberation
Unification, reciprocation

I would have done this a long time before
But I wasn't sure, I wasn't sure of your reciprocation
I said forget what the body said and search the
very heart of it and you too, come in from the cold

Reach, reach oh I'm reaching out (this time)
I, I, I, I, I'm fighting back (for what is mine)
I'm reaching out, I'm fighting on and on and on


DRIFTWOOD
© Hazel O`Connor

Sitting on the sunny shoreline, see some driftwood
come to rest
worn out by the tides, born up by its endless rides
never free, just a bit like me.
I've been that piece of wood I've been tossed about
Upon the ocean of illusion, confusion.
Bitter and twisted like waves lashing out at the rock.

Well I now know I just gotta find
that shore line oh yeah, that little peace of mind
and let the sun shine on me

I swam the sea of passion, jealousy and pain,
ignorance pretends to drown, grabs for your hands
again, drags you down again.
Yeah, but my soul cries out just to break those chains,
Well listen you who've travelled all these jungles
concrete and the other kind, you know there's more
you got your own key the door, go on open it open it up

Well I now know I just gotta find
that shore line oh yeah, that little peace of mind
and let the sun shine on me

Been a long time from my home and I want
to get back there,
but most of my memories got washed away with the tide
a friend waits for me at the edge of the sea
my soul is your lover I cry

Oh beloved wipe away these tears from my eyes
of my illusion, my confusion.
Brittle and twisted like waves lashing out at the rock

Well I now know I just gotta find
that shore line oh yeah, that little peace of mind
and let the sun shine on me...


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