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Heddy Lamarr

 

Heddy Lamarr

Been here before

Can you take anymore?

 

Heddy Lamarr

You know your place

You’re just another pretty face

 

Too Beautiful… too beautiful

 

Everytime the lights shine down

You disappear, disappear

 

Heddy Lamarr

What you had in mind

Oh but they must have been blind

 

Everytime the lights shine down

You disappear, disappear

Everytime the lights shine down

You disappear, disappear

 

Heddy Lamarr

If only they‘d seen

Beyond that silver screen

 

Too Beautiful… too beautiful

 

The Man Who Sold New York

 

George C Parker was the man who sold New York

To out of towner millonaires who fell for his sweet talk

They’d pay for Lady Liberty they bought his every line

He must have sold the Brooklyn Bridge at least a hundred times

George C Parker, the man who sold New York

 

A master of persuasion he knew every get rich quick

From the Kansas City Shuffle to the crooked three card trick

Start with the foundation that’s how you begin

Build up to the convincer until you’ve drawn them in

He’ll take you in his confidence and leave you in the dark

The principle’s the same you only need a mark

George C Parker, the man who sold New York

 

For 40 years he rode his luck till there was nothing left to sell

Money doesn’t mean a thing inside prison cell

But older habit’s die so hard and cannot be denied

He tried to cut a deal with god the night before he died

 

He’ll take you into confidence and leave you in the dark

The principle is just the same you only need a mark

George C Parker, the man who sold New York

 

An Idol in Decline

 

Poor Mickey Mantle the pride of the Yankees

I had a card that you’d signed

The end of America’s childhood

An idol in decline

 

Poor Mickey Mantle I can still see you

56 frozen in time

Always your favourite summer

We all have to say goodbye

 

Twilight, twilight, twilight

 

Poor Mickey Mantle you made the covers

Somehow you slipped out of mind

Number 7’s not always so lucky

A comet fell out of the sky

 

Twilight, twilight, twilight

 

Poor Mickey Mantle brought to his knees

An idol in decline

 

Eddie Banjo

 

Eddie Banjo tramping in the rain

Eddie Banjo picking on a biscuit tin

Who’s good for a handout

Where’s good for a feed

Who’s good for a hard luck story

Where’s good for a sleep

 

Eddie Banjo

 

Eddie Banjo came back from the war

Eddie Banjo not the same man any more

Stick along the railings just like machine gun fire

All the children laugh out loud

When they see him dive

 

Eddie Banjo

 

Eddie Banjo gentleman of the road

Eddie Banjo knocks on the back door

He knows where all the good folks are

There he leaves a sign

They only ever heard one song

He played it all the time

 

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are grey

You never know, dear, how much I love you

Please don't take my sunshine away

 

What a Shame About George

 

What a shame about George

Well he skipped class again

He’s out on the street

Singing songs to get paid

But what can we do

It’s what he’s here for

When you’re given that voice

You don’t have the choice

What a shame about George

 

What shame about George

Did you see him today

Under the influence

When they led him away

Wild eyed and wasted

You don’t feel anymore

All of that hurt

It’s such thirsty work

What a shame about George

 

White, white lightning

You make my dreams came true

White, white lightning

I always get lucky with you

 

What a shame about George

Well we lost him last night

No show Jones

This time they’re right

Chorus

When the singer is gone all that’s left is the song

What a shame about George

Put a song in your heart let it tear you apart

What a shame about George

 

Rising Sun

 

Left behind the rising sun

Here until the war is won

You said that you’d come back for me

 

Words are falling from the sky

I will leave them where they lie

You said that you’d come back for me

 

Lost inside the rising sun

When he came home his world was gone

You said that you’d come back for me

 

Valentina

 

Cutting the cloth and pushing in pins

Work never ends it just begins

Smoke rises slow and the soot it falls

Valentina’s high above us all

 

A shooting star will catch the light

She’s somewhere up there in the night

This world must look so small

Valentina’s high above us all

 

Wish I wasn’t so easy to leave behind

Out of sight and out of mind

Valentina Valentina

 

When she comes home she’ll need a parade

She’s seen so much we’ll look homemade

Valentina the belle of the ball

Valentina high above us all

 

Wish I had what it takes guess I’m scared to go

If you don’t say yes you’ll never know

Valentina Valentina

 

Cutting the cloth and pushing in pins

Work never ends it just begins

Her picture hangs on the factory wall

Valentina’s high above us all

 

The Sport of Kings

 

Put it all on a piebald bow legged mare

She just backed off put her tail up in the air

I hung my head in shame

There’s only one sure thing

Gonna lose my queen to the sport of kings

 

There’s only so much gambling you can do

Before the ones you love will say it’s through

It’s hard to love so blindly

when she don’t know where to find me

Gonna lose my queen to the sport of kings

 

Wont be long before she’ll change the locks

You can always find love down at the docks

There’s nothing you can do

When it gets inside of you

Gonna lose my queen to the sport of kings

 

I’ve had money and lost it all before

I’ve always picked myself up off the floor

I don’t let my spirits falter

I married a rich man’s daughter

Gonna lose my queen to the sport of kings

 

Angel Falls

 

I know you’ve heard this all before

I cannot tell a lie

Of how I flew with aces high

Young men in the war

But there is nothing you can do

When the bugle calls

You don’t feel quite so brave somehow

When an angel falls

 

After armistice was signed

My barn storming days

I took my wings to where it pays

Left Missouri far behind

Through Venezuelan skies I flew

Condor glides an engine stalls

Searching for a river of gold

And I found Angel Falls

 

Jimmie Angel Jimmie Angel

From the devils house a river fell

And they called it Angel Falls

 

You wouldn’t know to look at me

And there are scars I hide

You are still here by my side

Oh my sweet Marie

So today I find myself

Flightless within these walls

Perhaps it’s a true a soul gets saved

When an angel falls

 

Jimmie Angel Jimmie Angel

They scattered him in folded wings

High over Angel Falls

 

 

 

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