Playlist Mott The Hoople

mott the hoople - alice

Now Alice needed money I put $10 on the breeze,
As the wind died away she sank way below her knees,
And as a hurricane passed by she clutched the money from the
sky,
She must have been at least a fathom high.

She works the 42nd beat on 42nd street,
with all her golden ambitions and dead rhinestones in her feet,
and when a stranger said she sucked she just smiled believing
luck,
as she climed into his truck to make a buck.

Oh my god, she's running round the trees,
Said she couldn't touch them because they're so real.

Alice you remind me of Manhattan,
The seedy and the snaz, the shoeboys and the satins,
Like a throne made of gilt that too many johns have sat in,
Oh, I got my eyes on you.

Now keep a watch on your watch and a watch on her watch,
cause if you ain't too careful he's gonna kick you in the
crotch,
and you're out in the cold and you know that you've been rolled,
and the cops don't even stop and you feel old.

See Alice really liked you but you stayed a while too long,
now she wants you to forget it and come back before too long,
but make it quick if you could, she's gonna star in Hollywood,
the producer seems to think, she's kinda good.

Me and my camera eyes sitting on a fence,
laughing at the lights of New York City.

Alice you remind of Manhattan,
the seedy and snaz, the shoeboys and the satins,
like a throne made of gilt that too many johns have sat in.
Oh, just come over.

ROLL UP
See Alice on the palace where her name adorns the boards,
ain't no flash in her Cannes, she got the willpower of a horse,
and it's a long way to Broadway from a 42nd lay,
or is it really just a couple of blocks away.

Now I wonder if she wonders if I wonder if she wonders
about the times I put her down when she seemed to be right
under?
She told me morals are traditions, contradictions,
superstitions,
see Alice is always based on split decisions.

Me and my stupidity sittin' on a fence
and digging what I thought was New York City.

Oh Alice, you remind me of Manhattan,
the seedy and snaz, the shoeboys and the satins,
like a throne made of gilt that too many johns have sat in,
Oh, I like you

Yeah Alice, the lights were meant for you,
your weaknesses successful and your selfishness the clue,
you gotta lose what you get and for what you get you lose,
Oh, I know it.

Oh Alice, don't stop and think a minute
or your brain is gonna get ya, drop your heart right in it,
and you're a shooting star and you'll die if you don't win it.
Yeah

You didn't make the book

mott the hoople - all the way from memphis

Forgot my six-string razor - hit the sky
Half way to Memphis 'fore I realised
Well I rang the information - my axe was cold
They said she rides the train to Oreoles

Now its a mighty long way down the dusty trail
And the sun burns hot on the cold steel rails
'N I look like a bum 'n I crawl like a snail
All the way from Memphis

Well I got to Oreoles y'know - it took a month
And there was my guitar, electric junk.
Some spade said "Rock'n'rollers, you're all the same.
Man that's your instrument." I felt so ashamed.

Now its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll
Through the Bradford Cities and the Oreoles
'N you look like a star but you're still on the dole
All the way from Memphis

Yeah it's a mighty long way down rock'n'roll
From the Liverpool docks to the Hollywood Bowl
'N you climb up the mountains 'n you fall down the holes
All the way from Memphis

Yeah its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll
As your name gets hot so your heart grows cold
'N you gotta stay young man, you can never be old
All the way from Memphis

Yeah its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll
Through the Bradford Cities and the Oreoles
'N you look like a star but you're really out on parole!
All the way from Memphis

mott the hoople - all the young dudes

Well Billy rapped all night about his suicide
How he kick it in the head when he was twenty-five
Speed jive don't want to stay alive
When you're twenty-five
And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks and Sparks
And Freedy's got spots from ripping off the stars from his face
Funky little boat race
Television man is crazy saying we're juvenile deliquent wrecks
Oh man I need TV when I got T Rex
Oh brother you guessed
I'm a dude dad
All the young dudes (Hey dudes)
Carry the news (Where are ya)
Boogaloo dudes (Stand up Come on)
Carry the news
All the young dudes (I want to hear you)
Carry the news (I want to see you)
Boogaloo dudes (And I want to talk to you all of you)
Carry the news

Now Lucy looks sweet cause he dresses like a queen
But he can kick like a mule it's a real mean team
But we can love oh yes we can love
And my brother's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones
We never got it off on that revolution stuff
What a drag too many snags
Now I've drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine
Got to race some cat to bed
Oh is there concrete all around
Or is it in my head
Yeah
I'm a dude dad
All the young dudes (Hey dudes)
Carry the news (Where are ya)
Boogaloo dudes (Stand up)
Carry the news
All the young dudes (I want to hear ya)
Carry the news (I want to see you)
Boogaloo dudes (And I want to relate to you)
Carry the news
All the young dudes (What dudes)

Carry the news (Let's hear the news come on)
Boogaloo dudes (I want to kick you)
Carry the news
All the young dudes (Hey you there with the glasses)
Carry the news (I want you)
Boogaloo dudes (I want you at the front)
Carry the news (Now you all his friends)
All the young dudes (Now you bring him down cause I want him)
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes (I want him right here bring him come on)
Carry the news (Bring him here you go)
All the young dudes (I've wanted to do this for years)
Carry the news (There you go)
Boogaloo dudes (How do you feel)
Carry the news

mott the hoople - american pie

(Don McLean)

Long, long time ago
Oh I can still remember
How the music used to make me smile
'N we knew if we got a chance
That we could make the people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while

But February made us shiver
With every paper we delivered
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't face one more step
Oh I can't remember if I cried
When they told me about his widowed bride
But something touched me here inside
The day the music died
Or did it.......

mott the hoople - angel of eighth avenue

(Ian Hunter)

The willow in the wind is gently weeping
No city lights tonight for she is sleeping
But in a little while she will awake and gently smile
My angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning.

Somewhere a siren sounds and she is turning
She moves my arm around 'cause she is burning
She has so much to give but so little time to live
My angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning.

As I look down the streets are slowly forming
And the ladies of the night have start performing
And the trash-collectors horn salutes the dawning
And soon the workward bound will they wake up yawning
And soft warm hands behind that give no warning
Tell me, for just one hour have I been learning

I have so much to say but so little time to stay
With my angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning
With my angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning

mott the hoople - at the crossroads

Leaving me girl and moving on down the road
You left me many burdens such a heavy load
And it sure does bring me out when I think about what went down
Well the crossroads all my life it has been
And I'm so afraid but now I'm trying to see
I just rode on through life till I took the time to concentrate
on you
Well you can preached me like a lesson
You can bring me a lot of gold
But you just can't live in Texas
If you don't have a lot of soul

I'm leaving here tonight for the very last time
Yes I'm leaving you babe cause now I know that you ain't mine
And where you're living now you'll find out and how that you
never had a friend

Well you can preached me like a lesson
You can bring me a lot of gold
But you just can't live in Texas
If you don't have a lot of soul

Well I'm leaving here tonight for the very last time
Yes I'm leaving you girl cause now I know that you ain't mine
Some day a change will come and you'll be there beside me one
more time
One more time
Yeah!
And you'll be there beside me
One more time
Yes you'll be there beside me
One more time

mott the hoople - backsliding fearlessly

I dreamt of being horses in shackles of gold
And the men that were young then are now terribly old
The graveyard was creaking with too many bones
While the bishop was praying his cassock was sold
Three cheers for the innocent though he is perverse
Three screams for the hangman as he cries for the hearse
I weep for the rebels conventional ways
For he loses his mind while the devious stay
By the way
If the world saluted you
Well what would you do if you could be there
Well would you still take me
Would you take me anywhere
If the world saluted you
Well what would you say when things were down
Would you still want me
Would you want me around

So come all ye faithful and slaughter your lambs
Your minds have been whipped by experienced hands
I wish we were children I'd welcome the change
And the mind of an old man you can't rearrange
Ain't it strange
If the world saluted you
Well what would you do if you could be there
Would you still
Would you still take me anywhere
If the world saluted you
What would you say when things were down
Would you still want me
Would you still want me around

mott the hoople - ballad of mott

I changed my name in search of fame
To find the Midas touch
Oh I wish I'd never wanted then
What I want now twice as much
We crossed the mighty oceans
And we had a few divides
But we never crossed emotion
For we felt too much inside

You know all the tales we tell
You know the band so well
Still I feel, somehow, we let you down
We went off somewhere on the way
And now I see we have to pay
The rock'n'roll circus is in town

Buffin lost his child-like dreams
And Mick lost his guitar
And Verden grew a line or two
And Overend's just a rock'n'roll star
Behind these shades the visions fade
As I learn a thing or two
Oh but if I had my time again
You all know just what I'd do

Rock'n'roll's a loser's game
It mesmerises and I can't explain
The reasons for the sights and for the sounds
We went off somewhere on the way
And now I see we have to pay
The rock'n'roll circus is in town

So Rock'n'roll's a loser's game
It mesmerises and I can't explain
The reasons for the sights and for the sounds
The greasepaint still sticks to my face
So what the hell, I can't erase
The rock'n'roll feeling from my mind

From my mind...from my mind...from my mind
From my miiiiiind...from my miiiiind...from my miiiiiiiiind
From my miiiiiiiiiiiind

mott the hoople - black hills

You could never know just how sad I feel.
Cause I've been down so long and I don't know where to come.
Looking out the backdoor to the empty hills beyond over there.
There's something I don't understand.
Yeah, you can make what you like of it.
But I don't want to be a part of it, anymore.

mott the hoople - black scorpio

Momma's little jewel, just left school.
Fresh from the nuns who made you.
I don't know why, but I'm gonna try to re-incelibate you.

True when I hold you near, and I
Come even when I'm on the run, and I'm
Wearing Black Scorpio faces, when I
Come in the noonday sun.

Momma's little jewel you got the rules
But I'll be the one to educate you
Take what's mine, take a little time
But don't bite the hand that makes you

Laugh in the evening when I
Catch you in the (?)
Wearing Black Scorpio eyes, when I
Come in the morning sun

What you want I can't buy
Why don't you try it my way
What you look for ain't in the book
And I'm gonna show you someday

You won't rise, you won't shine
You won't bleed if you try, boys
You got brains if your luck changes
You'll have to play with my toys

True when I hold you near, and I
Come even when I'm on the run, and I'm
Wearing Black Scorpio faces, when I
Come in the noonday sun, and I
Laugh in the evening when I
Catch you in the (?)
Wearing Black Scorpio faces, when I
Come in the morning sun

Momma's, Momma's little Jewel
Momma's, Momma's little jew-ew-ew-ew-ew
Momma's, Momma's little Jewel
Momma's, Momma's little jew-ew-ew-ew-ew
Momma's, Momma's little Jewel
Momma's, Momma's little jew-ew-ew-ew-ew

mott the hoople - blowin in the wind

mott the hoople - born late 58

Baby took me out last night
Got a little cadillac bite.
Shook me about - inside out
Didn't get home 'till light.

She's a grower, a goer - you gotta get to know her
No chooser, a cruiser - you turn around she'll lose you

Burned out as the light turned green
Smoke-screened off her rail.
He didn't see me comin' but he shoulda saw me runnin'
Faster than the U.S. mail.

She's a speeder, a leader
You're really gotta meet her
You see her, she thrills you, you look at her she'll kill you.

Listen, fella, baby don't you sell her
Don't you try and steal her away
Hush, man logs in her dam
Think you better fade away

Detonator, jail-baiter - a radar radiator
She'll annoy ya, destroy ya - she'll bring ya down in fire
Create her, mistreat her - no use tryin' to beat her
Admit it, she's greater, shame you weren't born later.

mott the hoople - crash street kidds

See my thoughts - and see my scars- see my clothes - I dress to
kill
See my blood - and see my gun.

The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya
(Better run, better run, better run)
The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya
(You'll get done, you'll get done, you'll get done)

Heed my faults - and heed my curse - heed my frustration - you
just don't
know
A new town nothing - send for the hearse.

The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya
(Better run, better run, better run)
The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya
(Just for fun, just for fun, just for fun)

Pull down the wires, set you on fire - I'm getting too tired to
resist,
We'll torture your flats, you keep us like rats - then you
Tell 'em we're brats and the press twist our fist - get me out
of this mist.

Hear me swear - hear every word - I ain't just a number
I wanna be heard - The TV announcer he talks to the scum

The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya
(Better run, better run, better run)
The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya
(Prick your thumb, prick your thumb, prick your thumb)

I ain't been solved, I'm uninvolved - I've been annulled
And I can't seem to prove it.
You're so pure - you know the cures - just keep us poor
The juvenile delinquent bit

The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya
(Better run, better run, better run)
The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya
(One's your son, one's your son, one's your son)
The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya
(Better hide, better hide, better hide)
The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya
(Take a ride, take a ride, take a ride)
The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya
(You're too late, you're too late, you're too late)
The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya
(Where's your mates? Where's your mates? Where's your mates?)
The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya
(You're exposed, you're exposed, you're exposed)
The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya
(Now you're closed, now you're closed, now you're closed)
The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya
(Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead
Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead
Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead
Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead
Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead
Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead
Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead AHHHHHHHHHHH)

mott the hoople - darkness darkness

Darkness darkness be my pillow
Take my hand let me sleep
In the coolness of your shadow
In the silence of your deep
Darkness darkness hide my yearning
For the things that cannot be
Keep my mind from constant turning
Toward the things that cannot see (no, no)

Darkness darkness long and lonesome
With the day that brings my happiness
I have found the edge of silence
Oh I am in depths of fear
Darkness darkness be my blanket
Cover me with the endless night
Take away take away the pain of your way
Fill the emptiness with light (na na na na)

Darkness darkness be my pillow
Take my hand let me sleep
In the coolness of your shadow
In the silence of your deep
Darkness darkness hide my yearning
For the things that cannot be
Keep my mind keep my mind from constant turning
Toward the things that cannot see

mott the hoople - death may be your santa claus

How long 'fore you realise you swing
How long 'fore you realise you sting
From the good to the bad to the ugly change
How long 'fore you start to rearrange
How long how long 'fore you realise that all's strange

How long will it take to turn you around
How long will it take to bend you down
It makes you believe in the [real] exchange
How long will it take for me to rearrange
How long how long 'fore you realise that all's strange

Well I don't care what the people may say
I don't give a - anyway
I don't care what the people may say
I don't care what the people may say
I don't give a - anyway
I don't care what the people may say

How long 'fore you realise what you missed
How long 'fore we we get out and may get pissed
You get all the books from the Corn Exchange
Really mad at this outrage
How long how long 'fore you realise that all's strange
I don't care what the people may say
I don't give a - anyway
I don't care what the people may say
I don't care what the people may say
I don't give a - anyway
I don't care what the people may say

How long
How long
How long
How long
Won't you tell me how long
Won't you tell me how long
Won't you tell me how long
Won't you tell me how long
How long will it take
How long will it take
How long will it take (yeah)
How long will it take

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