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It Always Comes as a Surprise

I can't be cool, or nonchalant
Call me an impulsive fool, you're all I want
You may be right, it's too much too soon
To talk of love all night in your bedroom

I don't know why it always comes as a surprise
To find I'm here with you
You smile, and I am rubbing my eyes
At a dream come true

I won't play games or waste your time
But I won't feel ashamed to speak my mind
So just relax, don't question why
For calculated facts will not apply

I don't know why it always comes as a surprise
To find I'm here with you
You smile, and I am rubbing my eyes
At a dream come true

In my life, there've been few
Who affected me the way you do (you do)
You do (you do)

I'll tell no lies, I won't pretend
But if you've got a broken heart, I'll help it mend

I don't know why it always comes as a surprise
To find I'm here with you
You smile, and I am rubbing my eyes
At a dream come true
Smile, and I am rubbing my eyes
At a dream come true

 

It Couldn't Happen Here

Yesterday, remember how clear it seemed
In six inch heels, quoting magazines
Go all the way, you knew you could
So far, so good

Someone asked: Who do you think you are?
Who pays your bills? How come you came this far?
Shrugged him off, and locked the door
So good, this far

Now it almost seems impossible
We've drunk too much, and woke up everyone
I may be wrong, I thought we said
It couldn't happen here

I don't expect to talk in terms of sense
Our dignity and injured innocence
It contradicts your battle-scars
Still healed, so far

Now it almost seems incredible
We've laughed too loud, and woke up everyone
I may be wrong, but I thought we said
It couldn't happen here

Now it almost seems impossible
We've found ourselves back where we started from
I may be wrong, I thought we said
It couldn't happen here

I may be wrong, I thought we said
It couldn't happen here

 

It Doesn't Often Snow at Christmas

Christmas is not all it's cracked up to be
Families fighting around a plastic tree
Nothing on the TV that you'd want to see
And it's hardly ever snowing
The way it's meant to be
Like in White Christmas year after year
Bing Crosby, Bring Crosby
Are you listening to me?

It doesn't often snow at Christmas
The way it's meant to do
But I'll still have a glow at Christmas
Because I'll be with you

The Christmas message was long ago lost
Now it's all about shopping and how much things cost
It's meant to be goodwill as well as synthetic fun
And what this is this year's festive number one

It doesn't often snow at Christmas
The way it's meant to do
But I'll still have a glow at Christmas
Because I'll be with you

Neil: Merry Christmas
Chris: And a happy new year

 

It Must Be Obvious

Are you feeling alright?
It's easy, we've been there before
But it feels like the flight
Of the von Trapps, does that mean it's war?
Oh no,
From my head to my toes
I'm in love with you
Do you think it shows?

We're meant to be friends
That's what it says in the script
Is it really the end
If, sometimes, I stray just a bit?
Oh no,
It should be poetry, not prose
I'm in love with you
Do you think it shows?

And everyone knows when they look at us
'Course they do, it must be obvious
I never told you, now I suppose
That you're the only one who doesn't know

You were different when
We met in an ordinary way
I didn't intend
To interrupt your own shadowplay
Oh no,
I won't upset the status quo
I'm in love with you
Do you think it shows?

And everyone knows when they look at us
'Course they do, it must be obvious
You've never asked me, and I'm surprised
That you're the only one who hasn't tried

Everyone knows when they look at us
'Course they do, it must be obvious
I never asked you, now I suppose
That you're the only one who doesn't know

Aah
When they look at us
It must be obvious
Oooh

 

Jack the Lad

Ooooooh oooooh

Lawrence in the desert, how was he to know
Under so much pressure from the men back home?

Play with fire, you must be mad
Are you only Jack the Lad?
Play with guns, you must be bad
Or hiding something, Jack!

Telling lies in public, breaking codes at home
Underneath the blankets, for another role

Tell these lies, you must be mad
Are you only Jack the Lad?
To feast with panthers every night
You must be careful, Jack!

Don't let them try to restrain you
This is your only religion
Don't let them try to detain you
You're not the only fool

We all fall, even Jack the Lad
We all fall, even Jack the Lad
Will fall

Philby in the desert
Looking for a phone
Waiting on the pavement
For a call from home

Play with fire, you must be mad
Are you only Jack the Lad?
Turn your back on friends you had
They must have hurt you, Jack!

Don't let them try to restrain you
This is your only religion
Don't let them try to detain you
You're not the only fool

We all fall, even Jack the Lad
We all fall, even Jack the Lad

Don't let them try to restrain you
This is your only religion
Don't let them try to detain you
You're not the only fool

We all fall, even Jack the Lad
We all fall, even Jack the Lad
Will fall...

 

King's Cross

The man at the back of the queue was sent
To feel the smack of firm government
Linger by the flyposter, for a fight
It's the same story every night
I've been hurt and we've been had
You leave home, and you don't go back

Someone told me Monday, someone told me Saturday
Wait until tomorrow and there's still no way
Read it in a book or write it in a letter
Wake up in the morning and there's still no guarantee

Only last night I found myself lost
By the station called King's Cross
Dead and wounded on either side
You know it's only a matter of time
I've been good and I've been bad
I've been guilty of hanging around

Someone told me Monday, someone told me Saturday
Wait until tomorrow and there's still no way
Read it in a book or write it in a letter
Wake up in the morning and there's still no guarantee

So I went looking out today
For the one who got away
Murder walking round the block
Ending up in King's Cross
Good luck, bad luck waiting in a line
It takes more than the matter of time

Someone told me Monday, someone told me Saturday
Wait until tomorrow and there's still no way
Read it in a book or write it in a letter
Wake up in the morning and there's still no guarantee

Someone told me Monday, someone told me Saturday
Wait until tomorrow and there's still no way
Read it in a book or write it in a letter
Wake up in the morning and there's still no guarantee
And there's still no guarantee
There is still no guarantee

 

King of Rome

Small man, big world
Lost beyond the pale
I know you inside out
I can tell the tale

Across the sky a change of time
Last night I lost all day
I'm here and there or anywhere
Away from Manderley

And if I were the King of Rome
I couldn't be more tragic
My fate to roam so far from home
In search of my lost magic

Oh, baby come back
Oh, baby come back to me

The desert moon, a new lagoon
We glide upon the surface
Night falls fast, no shadows cast
Arriving without purpose

Oh, baby call me
Oh, baby call me today

And if I were the King of Rome
I couldn't be more lonely
With so much scope to dream and hope
Someday you'll deign to phone me

Oh, baby call me
Oh, baby call me today

I long for your inscrutable pale face
I hunger for your beautiful embrace

 

Later Tonight

You wait 'til later
'Til later tonight
You wait 'til later, 'til later
'Til later tonight

That boy never cast a look in your direction
Never tried to hook for your affection
Dresses like the mod of your invention, tall and proud
He is the head boy of the school of thought
That plays in your intentions, night and day

And you wait 'til later
'Til later tonight
You wait 'til later, 'til later
'Til later tonight

And you wait 'til later
'Til later tonight
You wait 'til later, 'til later
'Til later tonight
'Cause tonight always come

 

Left To My Owm Devices

I get out of bed at half past ten
Phone up a friend, who's a party animal
Turn on the news and drink some tea
Maybe if you're with me we'll do some shopping

One day I'll read, or learn to drive a car
If you pass the test, you can beat the rest
But I don't like to compete, or talk street, street, street
I can pick up the best from the party animal

I could leave you, say goodbye
Or I could love you, if I try
And I could
And left to my own devices, I probably would
Left to my own devices, I probably would

Pick up a brochure about the sun
Learn to ignore what the photographer saw
I was always told that you should join a club
Stick with the gang, if you want to belong

I was a lonely boy, no strength, no joy
In a world of my own at the back of the garden
I didn't want to compete, or play out on the street
For in a secret life I was a round head general

I could leave you, say goodbye
Or I could love you, if I try
And I could
And left to my own devices, I probably would
Left to my own devices, I probably would
Oh, I would

I was faced with a choice at a difficult age
Would I write a book? Or should I take to the stage?
But in the back of my head I heard distant feet
Che Guevara and Debussy to a disco beat

It's not a crime when you look the way you do
The way I like to picture you
When I get home, it's late at night
I pour a drink and watch the fight

Turn off the TV, look at a book
Pick up the phone, fix some food
Maybe I'll sit up all night and day
Waiting for the minute I hear you say

I could leave you, say goodbye
Or I could love you, if I try
And I could
And left to my own devices, I probably would
Come on, baby, say goodbye
I could love you, if I try
And I could
And left to my own devices, I probably would
Left to my own devices, I probably would

Out of bed, at half past ten
The party animal phones a friend
Picks up news about the sun
And the working day has just begun

Sticks with the gang - at the back of the street
Pass the test - and you don't compete

Drive the car, if you're with me
Che Guevara's drinking tea
He reads about a new device
And takes to the stage in a secret life

(Uuu.....us)

Left to my own devices, I probably would
If I was left to my own devices, I possibly would

(Uuu.....us)

If I was left to my own devices, I probably would
Left to my own devices, I probably would

I could leave you, say goodbye
Or I could love you, if I try
And I could
And left to my own devices, I probably would
Left to my own devices, I probably would
Come on, baby
Left to my own devices, I probably would

 

Legacy

That's it, the end
But you'll get over it, my friend

Time will pass, governments fall
Glaciers melt, hurricanes bawl
High-speed trains take us away
North or south and back the same day

And you, you'll get over it
You do, you get over it

Seasons will change, more or less
Species vanish, art perplex
Resentment remain both east and west
Police expect an arrest

For now, you'll get over it
Somehow, you'll get over it

You'll be there, the king over the water
In despair, recoiling from the slaughter

They're raising an army in the North
From York Minster to the Firth of Forth
A pilgrimage of grace, you won't believe it
Such a human face when you receive it

And you will get over it
With time to kill, you'll get over it

There's a cruiser waiting at Scapa Flow
To take you away from all you know
The old man agonised
He really has compromised

Public opinion may not be on your side
There are those who think they've been taken for a ride
You'll get over it, I'm on your side because
You'll get over it, and what a ride it was!

Tout les artistes dans le monde
Chantent pour toi ce soir
Tout les artistes dans le monde
Chantent pour toi c'est noir

It's dark, but you'll get over it
On your mark, you'll get over it

That Carphone Warehouse boy has been on the phone
He wants to upgrade the mobile you own
Have you realised your computer's a spy?
Give him a ring, he'll explain why

The bourgeoisie will get over it
Look at me, I'm so over it
And you, you'll get over it!
You do, you get over it in time

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