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Lionheart (73,37 %)

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Released: 1978-11-13
Type: Studio

Ranking:

Artist:

Year (1978):

Decade (1970's):

129

Overall:

669

Symphony in Blue

03:37

In Search of Peter Pan

03:47

Wow

04:01

Don't Push Your Foot on the Heartbrake

03:16

Oh England My Lionheart

03:12

Fullhouse

03:14

In the Warm Room

03:35

Kashka from Baghdad

03:56

Coffee Homeground

03:39

10.

Hammer Horror

04:40

Album length:

36:57

Lyrics

Symphony in Blue

I spent a lot of my time looking at blue,
The colour of my room and my mood:
Blue on the walls, blue out of my mouth;
The sort of blue between clouds, when the sun comes out,
The sort of blue in those eyes you get hung up about.

When that feeling of meaninglessness sets in,
Go blowing my mind on God:
The light in the dark, with the neon arms,
The meek He seeks, the beast He calms,
The head of the good soul department.

I see myself suddenly on the piano,
As a melody.
My terrible fear of dying, no longer
Plays with me,
For now I know that I'm needed
For the symphony.

I associate love with Red,
The colour of my heart when she's dead;
Red in my mind when the jealousy flies,
Red in my eyes from emotional ties,
Manipulation, the danger signs.

The more I think about sex,
The better it gets.
Here we have a purpose in life:
Good for the blood circulation,
Good for releasing the tension,
The root of our reincarnations.

I see myself suddenly on the piano,
As a melody.
My terrible fear of dying, no longer
Plays with me,
For now I know that I'm needed
For the symphony.

In Search of Peter Pan

It's been such a long week,
So much crying.
I no longer see a future.
I've been told, when I get older
That'll I'll understand it all,
But I'm not sure that I want to.

Running into her arms,
At the school gates
She whispers that I'm a poor kid,
And granny takes me on her knee,
She tells me I'm too sensitive,
She makes me sad.
She makes me feel like an old man.

They took the game right out of it,
They took the game right out of it.

When, when I am a man,
I will be an astronaut,
and find Peter Pan,
Second star on the right
straight on 'til morning.

Dennis loves to look in the mirror,
He tells me that he is beautiful,
So I look too, and what do I see?
My eyes are full,
But my face is empty.
He's got a photo,
Of his hero,
He keeps it under his pillow,
But I've got a pin-up from a newspaper,
Of Peter Pan.
I found it in a locket, I hide it in my pocket.

They took the game right out of it,
They took the game right out of it.

When, when I am a man,
I will be an astronaut,
and find Peter Pan,
Second star on the right
straight on 'til morning.

"When you wish upon a star,
Makes no difference who you are.
When you wish upon a star,
Your dreams come true."

Wow

We're all alone on the stage tonight,
We've been told we're not afraid of you,
We know all our lines so well, ah-ha,
We've said them so many times,
Time and time again,
Line and line again.

Ooh yeah, you're amazing,
We think you're incredible,
You say we're fantastic,
But still we don't head the bill

WOW, WOW, WOW, WOW, WOW, WOW,
Unbelievable.

When the actor reaches his death,
You know it's not for real, he just holds his breath,
but he always dives too soon, too fast to save himself,

He'll never make the screen,
He'll never make "the Sweeney",
Be that movie queen,
He's too busy hitting the vaseline.

Ooh yeah you're amazing,
We think you are really cool,
We'd give you a part my love,
But you'd have to play the fool.

WOW, WOW, WOW, WOW, WOW, WOW,
Unbelievable.

Don't Push Your Foot on the Heartbrake

Emma's come down.
She's stopped the light
Shining out of her eyes.

Emma's been run out on,
She's breaking down in so many places,
Stuck in low gear, because of her fears,
Of the skidding wheels,
(The skid of her wheels she feels).
Skidding wheels,
(The skid of her wheels she feels).
Spinning wheels,
(Wheel-skidding feeling).

Her heart is there,
But they've greased the road.
Her heart is out there,
But she's no control.

Oh, come on, you've got to use your flow.
You know what it's like, and you know you want to go.
Don't drive too slowly.
Don't put your blues where your shoes should be.
Don't put your foot on the heartbrake.

She's losing that inner flame.
It was burning bright, but she's losing the light fast.
She's only herself to blame,
Well take care of yourself, and remember Georgie.
But she's so "O.D.'d" on weeping
She can hardly see
That she's dropping beads,
(Red, red glass is bleeding)
Dropping beads,
(Red, red glass is bleeding)
Dropping beads,
(Red, red on the parquet)

Her heart is there,
But they've greased the road.
Her heart is out there,
But she's no control.

Oh, come on, you've got to use your flow.
You know what it's like, and you know you want to go.
Don't drive too slowly.
Don't put your blues where your shoes should be.
Don't put your foot on the heartbrake.

Oh England My Lionheart

Oh! England, my Lionheart,
I'm in your garden, fading fast in your arms.
The soldiers soften, the war is over.
The air-raid shelters are blooming clover.
Flapping umbrellas fill the lanes
My London Bridge in rain again.

Oh! England, my Lionheart!
Peter Pan steals the kids in Kensington Park.
You read me Shakespeare on the Rolling Thames
That old river poet that never, ever ends.
Our thumping hearts hold the Ravens in,
And keep the tower from tumbling.

Oh! England, my Lionheart,
I don't want to go.

Oh! England, my Lionheart!
Dropped from my black Spitfire to my funeral barge.
Give me one kiss in appleblossom.
Give me one wish, and I'd be wassailing
In the orchard, my English rose,
Or with my Shepherd, who'll bring me home.

Oh! England, my Lionheart,
I don't want to go.

Fullhouse

Driving back in her car.
Watching the wipers squashing the leaves away.
Suddenly there in the road
Is your old self trying to get out of the rain.

I am my enemy
Mowing me over and towing the light away.
Somehow it just seems to fit
With that old me trying to get back again.

Imagination sets in.
Then all the voices begin.
Telling you things that aren't happening.
(But they nig and they nag, 'til they're under your skin.)

You've really got to
Remember yourself,
You've got a fullhouse in your head tonight
Remember yourself,
Stand back and see emotion getting you uptight.

My silly pride
Digging the knife in.
She loves to come for her ride.
Surely by now I should know
I can control my highs and my lows

By questioning all that I do,
Examining every move,
Trying to get back to the rudiments.
(If they nig and they nag, I'll just put in the boot.)

You've really got to
Remember yourself,
You've got a fullhouse in your head tonight
Remember yourself,
Stand back and see emotion getting you uptight.

In the Warm Room

In the warm room
Her perfume reaches you.
Eventually you'll fall for her.
Down you'll go to where the mellow wallows.
In the warm room
She'll touch you with your Mamma's hand.
You'll long to kiss those red lips,
But when you do, it'll feel like kicking a habit.

She'll tell you that she'll stay,
So you'd better barricade the way out.
She'll tell you she's true.
She'll tell you she loves you.
She's waiting in that warm room.

In the warm room
She prepares to go to bed.
She'll let you watch her undress,
Go places where your fingers long to linger.
In the warm room
You'll fall into her like a pillow.
Her thighs are soft as marshmallows.
Say hello to the soft musk of her hollows.

She'll tell you that she'll stay,
So you'd better barricade the way out.
She'll tell you she's true.
She'll tell you she loves you.
She's waiting in that warm room.

In the warm room.
She's waiting in that warm room.

Kashka from Baghdad

Kashka from Baghdad lives in sin, they say,
With another man,
But no one knows who.

Old friends never call there.
Some wonder if life's inside at all,
If there's life inside at all.
But we know the lady who rents the room.
She catches them calling à la lune.

At night they're seen
Laughing, loving.
They know the way
To be happy.

They never go for walks.
Maybe it's because the moon's not bright enough.
There's light in love you see.
I watch their shadows,
Tall and slim in the window opposite.
I long to be with them.
'Coz when all the alley-cats come out,
You can hear music from Kashka's house.

At night they're seen
Laughing, loving.
They know the way
To be happy.

Coffee Homeground

Down in the cellar
You're getting into making poison.
You slipped some on the side,
Into my glass of wine,
And I don't want any coffee homeground.

Offer me a chocolate,
No thank you, spoil my diet, know your game!
But tell me just how come
They smell of bitter almonds?
It's a no-no to your coffee homeground.

Pictures of Crippin, lipstick-smeared.
Torn wallpaper, have the walls got ears here?

Well, you won't get me with your Belladonna - in the coffee.
And you won't get me with your arsenic - in the pot of tea.
And you won't get me in a hole to rot.
(put me in a six foot plot).
With your hemlock on the rocks.

Where are the plumbers
Who went a-missing here on Monday?
There was a tall man
With his companion,
And I bet you gave them coffee homeground.

Maybe you're lonely,
And only want a little company,
But keep your recipes
For the rats to eat,
And may they rest in peace with coffee homeground.

Well, you won't get me with your Belladonna - in the coffee.
And you won't get me with your arsenic - in the pot of tea.
And you won't get me in a hole to rot.
(put me in a six foot plot).
With your hemlock on the rocks.

10.

Hammer Horror

You stood in the belltower,
But now you're gone.
So who knows all the sights
Of Notre Dame?

They've got the stars for the gallant hearts.
I'm the replacement for your part.
But all I want to do is forget you, friend.

Hammer Horror, Hammer Horror,
Won't leave me alone.
The first time in my life,
I leave the lights on
To ease my soul.
Hammer Horror, Hammer Horror,
Won't leave it alone.
I don't know -
Is this the right thing to do?

Rehearsing in your things,
I feel guilty.
And retracing all the scenes,
Of your big hit,

Oh, God, you needed the leading role.
It wasn't me who made you go, though.
Now all I want to do is forget you, friend.

Hammer Horror, Hammer Horror,
Won't leave me alone.
The first time in my life,
I leave the lights on
To ease my soul.
Hammer Horror, Hammer Horror,
Won't leave it alone.
I don't know -
Is this the right thing to do?

Who calls me from the other side
Of the street?
And who taps me on the shoulder?
I turn around, but you're gone.

I've got a hunch that you're following,
To get your own back on me.
So all I want to do is forget you, friend.

Hammer Horror, Hammer Horror,
Won't leave me alone.
The first time in my life,
I leave the lights on
To ease my soul.
Hammer Horror, Hammer Horror,
Won't leave it alone.
I don't know -
Is this the right thing to do?