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PEOPLE TALK TO EACH OTHER
Everybody knows your name round here
But nobody knows your face
Nobody knows the way round here
But everybody knows their place
Everybody knows the game round here
But nobody knows the score
Cos everybody knows what's going on
But nobody knows what for
People talk to each other so people can be free
People talk to each other so people can agree
People talk to each other so people can believe
People talk
Like when they're talking about the rain and they talk
When they’re trying to explain…
Everybody knows it's late round here
But nobody's got the time
Nobody wants to wait round here
But everybody stands in line
Everybody comes to call round here
But nobody wants to stay
Cos everybody else gets left round here
When everybody goes away
Nobody takes the blame round here
But everybody says it's true
Everybody looks the same round here
But nobody looks like you knew line nobody wants to linger here
But everybody lingers on and everybody else will still be here
When everybody else is gone
Everybody locks the door round here
But nobody's got the key
Everybody asks for more round here
But nobody gets it free
Everybody here will fade away
And everybody is fading fast
Cos everybody’s in the human race
But everybody's coming last
People talk to each other so people can be free
People talk to each other so people can agree
People talk to each other so people can believe
People talk
Like when they're talking about the rain and they talk
When they’re trying to explain…
People Talk.
JIM WOODLAND (c)
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2. |
Accidents Never Happen
02:49
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ACCIDENTS NEVER HAPPEN
Accidents never happen
and even when they do
they only ever happen in Russia
and they never ever happen to you.
And even when they happen
they're so far away
there's never any danger
the wind never blows this way,
and even when it does
the poison can't survive
long enough to get here
and even when it arrives
it isn’t really here at all
its more like somewhere else,
sort of over there in fact
as far as you can tell.
Accidents never happen
and even when they do
they only ever happen in Russia
and they never ever happen to you.
And when the poison gets here
it's just a false alarm
and even if it isn't
it does no one any harm,
and the harm it doesn't do them
doesn't show for quite some time
so for the time it doesn't show up in
its harmless. Get it? Fine!
Accidents never happen
and even when they do
they only ever happen in Russia
and they never ever happen to you.
And when the harm has happened
it's no cause for a fuss
it wont show up for years, (if ever)
and even when it does
the numbers who will really die
is statistically very small
only one death per person
which is hardly death at all
Accidents never happen
and even when they do
they only ever happen in Russia
and they never ever happen to you.
And even when the deaths begin
statistics show us still
that for everyone who won't survive
there'll be one or two who will
Accidents never happen
and even when they do
there's a very small chance
(statistically speaking)
that you'll be a victim
and who gives a shit about you?
JIM WOODLAND (c)
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3. |
Blaming It All On You
03:19
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BLAMING IT All ON YOU
Please please please
Leave me alone
I came out tonight
but now I'm going home
Without you You were always caring
You You were always sharing
You You were always there
so I'm blaming it all on you
I blame it all on you
I blame you I blame you
I blame you you you
I blame you you you
I'm blaming it all...
On you you you
So nice to know
I came out tonight
But now I think I'll go.
Without you
You were always useful
You You were always truthful
You You were innocent too
so I'm blaming it all on you
I blame it all on you
I blame you I blame you
I blame you you you
I blame you you you
I'm blaming it all...
Now I feel so hot
I feel so cold
I'm going home
I could slip away now
Now one would even know.
Except maybe just you
You were always nice
Oh you You were so polite
And you You were in the right
so I'm blaming it all on you
I blame it all on you
I blame you I blame you
I blame you you you
I blame you you you
I'm blaming it all... On you!
JIM WOODLAND (c)
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4. |
The Grapes of Wrath
03:35
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THE GRAPES OF WRATH
In the south is a castle high upon a hill
gazing down upon the world below
In the north is country laid low.
In the country the hurt and anger grows.
In the castle the milk and honey flows.
But as they sit round their great oak tables
will they sip their wine and laugh?
Oh no no! They will taste the grapes of wrath.
The North is a garden, a flower in the dirt
and the castle is a burden and a curse.
They are squeezing out the vintage till it hurts.
They are like Lords and ladies of the universe.
But as they sit round their great oak tables
will they sip their wine and laugh?
Oh no no! They will taste the grapes of wrath.
When the sun is on the castle it shines like gold
and the people in the castle feast their eyes.
They are stealing all the Sunlight from the sky.
While the North is waiting for the Sun to rise.
In the shadow of the castle the country groans
dreaming in the darkness where she lies.
But as thunder rolls across a Northern sky
Behind a Northern hill the moon begins to rise
Now as they sit round their great oak tables
will they sip their wine and laugh?
Oh no no! They will taste the grapes of wrath.
As the moon shines down across the Northern land
one day the North will rise up at her command.
And they will taste the grapes of wrath
JIM WOODLAND (c)
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5. |
Stranger In The Old Town
03:19
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STRANGER IN THE OLD TOWN
Hold on to your photographs, they remind you all that nothing lasts
Help you forget things just the way they are.
They've put a car park where you used to park your car.
Your favourite view gets a vacant look out of you.
You're a stranger in the old town. Welcome home, Welcome Home
You're a stranger in the old town. Welcome home.
Look into your negatives. You will see right through the place you live.
When walls and windows fall they fade away.
They've put a playground there where the kids all used to play.
Old friends you meet play hide and seek in the street.
You're a stranger in the old town. Welcome home, Welcome Home.
You're a stranger in the old town. Welcome home, Welcome Home.
Memorise your A to Z, and keep that picture in your head.
Tear out that page, the town has all been torn.
If this map is right its the town that must be wrong.
You're favourite page has been re-arranged. Its all been changed.
You're a stranger in the old town. Welcome home, Welcome Home.
You're a stranger in the old town. Welcome home, Welcome Home.
You could slip into your colour slides and find a little place to hide.
Is picturesque but nothing ever grows.
They've put public-places where we all used to go.
Old friends are gone.
It goes on and on and on and on.
You're a stranger in the old town. Welcome home, Welcome Home.
You're a stranger in the old town. Welcome home, Welcome Home.
JIM WOODLAND (c)
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6. |
Only You
04:39
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ONLY YOU
Late one summers night I felt my spirits rise
and I gazed down on the bed where lay sleeping.
I thought I heard the sound of the night turning round
as morning came across the window creeping.
Only you it was only you
It was only you calling me.
Only you it was only you
It was only you calling me.
In my dream I seemed to be listening by the sea
to the sound of the tide. It was turning.
I thought I heard the cry of the moon passing by.
And an echo in the stars still burning.
Only you it was only you
It was only you calling me.
Only you it was only you
It was only you calling me.
As the sun began to rise I opened up my eyes
I could hear the sound of my own heart beating.
I thought I heard the song of the world moving on.
And I reached out for the one that keeps repeating..repeating..
Only you it was only you
It was only you calling me.
Only you it was only you
It was only you calling me.
I thought I heard the fall of footsteps down the hall
and the rattle of the door as you were leaving.
I thought I heard the sigh of the wind in the sky.
Like the sound of the whole world breathing.
Only you it was only you
It was only you calling me.
Only you it was only you
It was only you calling me.
JIM WOODLAND (c)
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7. |
The Man In My Heart
04:25
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THE MAN IN MY HEART
He stares out from my eyes on a world where he doesn’t exist
Been locked up inside me for so many years
I don’t know if he's been missed
But we sing our songs together
as we while away the hours
He's my sleeping beauty
I'm his ivory tower.
And I hope he hears the music
and I hope he makes a start
and I hope one day I'll get to stay
with the man inside my heart.
So we're playing in a play together
And we're living in the roles we're in
Like a pantomime horse in a pantomime
two people in one skin
We're Peter Pan and Wendy
We're Beauty and the Beast
I'm the rich man at the banquet
He's the beggar at my feast
And I hope he hears the music
and I hope he makes a start
and I hope one day I'll get to stay
with the man inside my heart
When we’re looking in the magic mirror
Sometimes I’ve seen his face.
Cobwebs all around his hair.
Shadows on his face.
He’s dreaming about Prince Charming
Cos I’ve been there with him too.
I’ve been there so many times
I’m learning what to do.
Wake up my sleeping beauty
Come break my sleeping spell
If I could learn to love my feelings
I could love myself as well.
So I hope he hears the music
and I hope he makes a start
and I hope one day I'll get to stay
with the man inside my heart
Let me in. Let me in. Let me in. Let me in.
Let me in. Let me in. Let me in.
Let me out. Let me out.Let me out.Let me out.
Let me in. Let me out. Let me in. Let me out…
I hope he hears the music
and I hope he makes a start
and I hope one day I'll get to stay
with the man inside my heart.
Till then we whistle around this ball-room
we wrestle as we sway
He's my morning in the evening
my night-time through the day
And I hope he hears the music
Cos it’s tearing me apart,
and I hope one day I'll get to stay
with the man inside my heart
Let me in. Let me in. Let me in. Let me in.
Let me out. Let me out. Let me out.
Let me out.Let me in. Let me out.Let me in.
Let me in. Let me out. Let me in. Let me out..
But I hope he hears the music
I hope he makes a start.
And I hope one day I'll get to stay
with the man inside my heart…
JIM WOODLAND (c)
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WHERE IN THE WORLD IS HEAVEN?
Yesterday the skies were shining though the ground was freezing cold.
By the end of yesterday morning we were all hiding below.
Everybody's drinking, everybody's thinking everybody wants to know.
Where in the world is heaven
Where did it go.
Every time you fall you get broken There are pieces you'll never find.
Somebody says you must be joking when somebody else makes you cry.
But everybody's laughing everybody's happy
but somebody's going insane.
Where in the world is heaven
They must have changed its name.
Someone in the world is drowning cause somebody cut the line.
Somewhere in the world was a warning but somebody stole the sign.
Everyone's a swimmer, everyone's a winner
but somebody's drifting away.
Where in the world is heaven
Where is that place.
Sometimes the skies are shaking as darkness falls.
Somebody's heart must be breaking when nobody calls.
But everybody's coming everybody's running
but someone gets left far behind.
Where in the world is this heaven
We never find.
Where in the world is Jesus where does he hide.
Was he only teasing with a dream of a home in the sky.
Cause everybody's flying everybody's trying
but somebody's climbing down.
Where in the world is heaven
Where is that town
Everybody’s going to heaven but I heard somebody say no.
Yesterday the skies were shining .It seems so long ago.
Everybody’s singing everybody's bringing everything ready to go.
Where in the world is heaven
Which way do you go.
When everybody's turning, everybody's learning
what nobody wants to say.
Why in the world is heaven so far away.
JIM WOODLAND (c)
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THE TREES ARE LEAVING ENGLAND
Half past two in the morning several hours before the dawn,
when the clocks run slow.
Without word or warning came the heart of a storm
when the cold wind blows.
All the trees were moving, dancing in the night,
to the beat of branches breaking in the yard.
Ripping up their roots, they were dancing out of sight,
and the truth came hard.
The trees are leaving England.
This must be the winter of the world.
We watched them grow. And now we've seen them go
This must be the winter of the world.
Out into the yard we ran, and there we tried to stand
we were looking at the sky.
There's a strong wind was blowing through the heart of the land
just look at the clouds race by.
The house was breaking. In the street the lights had blown
and so we just stood there in the gloom,
when the skies came down like thunder with a wind as hard as stone.
and the trees danced off towards the moon. And we said look...
The trees are leaving England
This must be the winter of the world.
We watched them grow. And now we've seen them go
This must be the winter of the world.
By half past ten in the morning the TV had the news,
as we tried to understand.
Why all across the country
a million trees had moved
leaping to their deaths across the land.
Its not as though there was a reason
Its not as though there was a way
Its not as though they had somewhere else to go
Its just as though they knew they couldn’t stay.
Cos there among the tales of wealth and the images of need
and there with all the words of guilt and blame.
Was the story of a country that's been battered to it's knees
by the winds of hypocricy and shame. And we said ...
The trees are leaving England.
This must be the winter of the world.
We watched them grow. And now we've seen them go
This must be the winter of the world.
JIM WOODLAND (c)
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10. |
I Am The Media
02:45
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I AM THE MEDIA
I am the Media. I am a Camera.
I'm looking at the world
through one glass eye.
With one eye closed,
I am the Media.
I am a Camera I never lie...
Amidst growing speculation
about the next war
here's an unfounded rumour
from an unlisted source
from a government guideline
and an absence of truth
here's a rumour we made up
especially for you
This war's exciting
with all the fighting
we're bombing cities flat
along the way.
Despite the tension
no one worth mentioning
has been killed now for several days...
So if you must talk of peace.
You must do it very quietly
Its boringly peaceful
when people agree.
If you don't hate the enemy
you must say it discreetly
No one wants war,
But it makes good TV...
I count them all out
I count them all back
I count them lucky to have survived
The deaths are mounting
look who's counting.
I'm counting on my Pullitzer Prize...
So if you must die
you must die very clinically
Don’t sit and cry
that is not what we need.
And if you must survive
you must live photogenically
we can't make parades
out of people who bleed...
I am a flunky I am a junky
I shoot adrenalin
I feed on fear.
I get excited.
I've just been knighted
I get paid more than you get paid a year...
I sit and chatter
as if it matters
I turn disaster into poetry
I am respectable
the acceptable
face of our inhumanity
And as the bullets fly around you
you fall to your knees.
Reach your hand out to the camera.
Smile and say 'Cheese!'...
I am a watchdog
I am a lap dog
I am a bulldog
I am a bore
I am a guardian
I get a hard on
when I'm sniffing round
the dogs of war
And as the bullets fly towards me
And I take my last breath
I will turn on my camera
and film us to death...
I am the Media. I am a Camera.
I'm looking at the world
through one glass eye.
With one eye closed,
I am the Media.
I am a Camera I never lie...
JIM WOODLAND (c)
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11. |
Tired Of Love
02:48
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TIRED OF LOVE
I like to wake up slowly
turn on the radio
there's love songs
playing all the day.
The things they're saying
on the records they're playing
I don't believe a word they say...
They say
Love will find you
love is behind you
love will show you the way
I just get tired of a love
that comes with the morning
a love that fades with the day...
Sometime later
I read the newspaper
There's words
that burn across the page...
Tales of winners and losers
sinners and boozers
and it seems that love is all the rage
They say
when love has found you
love will surround you
love will show you the way.
I just get tired of a love
that comes with the morning
a love that fades with the day.
a little love that fades with the day
I like to go to bed early
turn on the TV
It's a shame,
the games that lovers play.
The same old story
the power and glory.
A quiz show and a cabaret
They say love is a dancer
love is the answer
love is the light and the way...
I just get tired of a love
that comes with the morning
a love that fades with the day.
I like to wake up slowly
turn on the radio
there's love songs
playing all the day.
The things they're saying
on the records they're playing
I don't believe a word they say...
They say
Love will find you
love is behind you
love will show you the way
I just get tired of a love
that comes with the morning
a love that fades with the day...
a little love that fades with the day...
They say
Love will know you
Love will show you
Love will do you no wrong.
I just get tired of a love
that comes with the music
and fades with the ending of the song
a love that fades with the ending of the song...
a love that fades with the ending of the song...
JIM WOODLAND (c)
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12. |
Oh Yes You!
04:28
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OH YES YOU!
Quarter to four in the morning early
shortly before the hurly-burly.
She's sitting there in her curly-wurlies
criticising pictures in a girlie magazine.
She says now I can see
no one could love someone like me
I said Oh no darling that's not true...
I'm still here and I love you....
She said 'Oh yes you!
Well you would wouldn't you?
You've got no taste, you never could
discriminate between bad and good.'
I said 'I love you Darling'
She said ‘You would!'
She moved to the mirror and she saw reflected
a vision of herself she at once rejected.
Felt so bad she almost wrecked it.
Unexplained and unexpected misery through and through....
She says she wants a love that's true,
anyone at all anyone but you...
I said 'Come on Darling give me a try.
I love you 'til the day I die...'
She said 'Oh yes you!
Well you would wouldn't you?
You've got no taste, you never could
discriminate between bad and good.'
I said 'I love you Darling'
She said ‘You would!'
Night departs and day is dawning
words occur like early morning
She's sitting wishing she'd never been born
imagining a visit to the local pawn shop
filling a bag with all her clothes.
She says 'Who could love me dressed in those?'
I said 'Oh no darling as a matter of fact
I'd love you if you wore a sack'.
She said 'Oh yes you!
Well you would wouldn't you?
You've got no taste, you never could
discriminate between bad and good.'
I said 'I love you Darling'
She said ‘You would!'
Half past eight and some time later
she's sitting there with a dirty great plate of
scrambled egg and mashed potato
skinny as a rake and an alligator's
constitution, and she says
'No one could love me I'm a mess'
I said 'Listen to me
I'm talking to you.
I'm offering a love
That's real and true'.
She said 'Oh yes you!
Well you would wouldn't you?
You've got no taste, you never could
discriminate between bad and good.'
I said 'I love you Darling'
She said ‘You would!'
She's making a list of all she lacks.
And when it comes to men she says she's lost the knack.
I said 'Oh no Darling! That's not true!
I'm still sitting here
And I still love you.'
She said 'Oh yes you!
Well you would wouldn't you?
You've got no taste, you never could
discriminate between bad and good.'
I said 'I love you Darling'
She said 'You would!'
I said 'Don't worry Darling for a minute more.
I'll pack my bags and I'm out the door'.
She said
'Oh yes You! Well you would wouldn't you
You got no taste, you never could
Discriminate between bad and good.'
I said
'I love you Darling...'
And she said
'...good....!'
JIM WOODLAND (c)
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13. |
Death Threats
04:14
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DEATH THREATS
I've had a death threat from the Queen
she says she's heard the things I say
about the Royal Family
She says she'll have my head one day
Its a dangerous game we play...
I've had a death threat from his Grace
the Archbishop of Canterbury
He says he doesn't like my face.
One day he'll nail me to a tree
If he gets his saintly hands on me
His holiness is coming after me...
I've had a death threat from on high
This one's from God up in the sky
He says he knows what's on my mind
He says he'll be waiting when I die...
Here comes lightning from the sky
And God may not forgive my sins
but then I may not forgive him...
I've had a death threat from my friends
Now the committee’s on my case
they say if I don’t make amends
someone else can have my place.
I should think they'll do it anyway
I've had death threat from the kids
For being less than good as gold
It must be something that I did
Maybe I'm just getting old
Silver threads among the gold
Cos look the kids are coming after me.
I've had a death threat from our Brenda
Now this time I'm in trouble deep
I didn't set out to offend
But I've been talking in my sleep
There are some secrets I should keep
Brenda says I've had
an ideologically unsound thought
And I suppose I had
an ideologically unsound thought
But one day I'll write a song
to say how much I care
I want to make it strong but it must be something we can share
I just can't make myself clear cause
I've just had an ideologically unsound thought
I've just had an ideologically unsound thought
One day I'll find the words to say the things I mean
I'll think it through I'll know its true
but every time I think I do
I just don't know what I'm doing
I've just had an ideologically unsound thought
I've just had an ideologically unsound thought
I've just had an ideologically
terminologically
terminally
unsound thought.
And all my friends, and Brenda, and the kids
and the Queen and the Archbishop of Canterbury, and God
and the lady in the green grocers shop round the corner
and a large furry animal
are coming after me...
When I find myself in times of trouble
Paul McCartney comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom...
Shut your gob...
JIM WOODLAND (c)
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Jim Woodland UK
Hit & Run Street Theatre in the 1980's, Punk Band Red Rinse in the 90's, Fabulous Salami Brothers, Songwriter for Mikron
Theatre and Blaize for 20 years, performing solo, and with the Anti-Capitalist Roadshow.
Political, social, emotional songs and plays. Watch this space. Latest collection here and back catalogue to follow. Welcome to Band Camp and on we go...
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