Communique Lyrics

Once Upon A Time In The West
Some people get a cheap laugh breaking up the speed limit
Scaring up pedestrians for a minute
Crossing up the progress driving on the grass
Leaving just enough for room to pass
Sunday driver never took a test
Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west

Yes, and it's no use saying that you don't know nothing
Still gonna get you if don't do something
Sitting on the fence that's a dangerous course
You can even catch a bullet from the peace keeping force
Even a hero gets a bullet in the chest
Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west

I want to marry your children Mrs. Lauden
Some of your mothers ought to lock up your daughters
Who's protecting the innocent team
A heap of trouble in the land of plenty
Tell me how we're gonna do what's best
You guessed, once upon a time in the west

Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west...


News
He sticks to his guns
He take the road as it comes
It takes the shine off his shoes

He's says it's a shame
You know it may be a game
But I won't play to lose

He's burning the grass
He take up a glass
He swallow it neat

He crosses the floor
He open the door
He take a sniff of the street

And she tell him that he's crazy
She's saying listen baby
I'm your wife

She tells him he's crazy
For gambling with his life

But he climbs on his horse
You know he feels no remorse
He just kicks it alive

His motor is fine
He take it over the line
Until he's ready to dive

And she tells him that he's crazy
She's saying listen baby
I'm your wife

She's tell him he's crazy
For gambling with his life

He sticks to his guns
He take the road as it comes
It takes the shine off his shoes

He's says it's a shame
You know it may be a game
But I won't play to lose

He sticks to his guns
He take the road as it comes
It takes the shine off his shoes

He's too fast to stop
He take it over the top
He make a line in the news


Where Do You Think You're Going
Where do you think you're going?
Don't you know it's dark outside?
Where do you think you're going?
Don't you care about my pride?
Where do you think you're going?
I think that you don't know
You got no way of knowing
There's really no place you can go

I understand your changes
Long before you reach the door
I know where you think you're going
I know what you came here for
And now I'm sick of joking
You know I like you to be free
Where do you think you're going?
I think you better go with me girl

You say there is no reason
But you still find cause to doubt me
If you ain't with me girl
You're gonna be without me

Where do you think you're going?
Don't you know it's dark outside?
Where do you think you're going?
Don't you care about my pride?
And now I'm sick of joking
You know I like you to be free
So where do you think you're going?
I think you better go with me girl


Communique
They wanna get a statement for Jesus sake
It's like talking to the wall
He's incommunicado no comment to make
He's saying nothing at all

But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean
Think what he say, say what he mean
Maybe on Monday he got something to say
Communication
Communique
Communique

Maybe he could talk about the tricks of the trade
Maybe he could talk about himself
Maybe he could talk about the money that he made
Maybe he'd be saying something else

But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean
Think what he say, say what he mean
Maybe on Monday he got something to say
Communication
Communique
Communique

And now the rumors are flying
Speculation rising
Say that he's been trying someone else's wife
Somebody at the airport
Somebody on the phone
Says he's at the station and he's coming on the noon
Then we get the story a serious breeze
And a photograph taken in the hall
You don't have to worry with the previous release
Right now, he's saying nothing at all
But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean
Think what he say, say what he mean
Maybe on Monday he got something to say
Communication
Communique
Communique


Lady Writer
Lady writer on the TV
Talk about the Virgin Mary
Reminded me of you
Expectation left a come on too

Lady writer on the TV
She had another quality
The way you used to look
And I know you never read a book

Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
And I recall my fall from grace
Another time another place

Lady writer on the TV
She had all her brains and the beauty
The pictures does not fit
You'd talk to me when you felt like this

Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
And I recall my fall from grace
Another time another place

Your rich old man,
You know he'd a call her a dead wringer
You got the same command
Plus your mother was a mess in life

Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
And I recall my fall from grace
Another time another place

Lady writer on the TV
She knew all about history
You couldn't hardly write your name
I think I want it just the same

Lady writer on the TV
Talking about the Virgin Mary
You know I'm talking about you and me
Lady writer on the TV


Angel Of Mercy
Well there's a Peter Pan moon shepard's delight
I got to drag in at noon and won the fight
I want my reward in heaven tonight
Just like you promised

Angel of Mercy you'll come to no harm
Angel of Mercy there's no need for alarm
The knight in his armor wants a night in your arms
You know he's honest

Angel of Mercy angel delight
Give me my reward in heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword won't you give me the right sweet angel

Well now it's too late for talking we can talk later on
Let the saxophone play us until the chorus of dawn
All I need is a little oblivion
You don't need protection

Here comes the moonlight down on your bed
Angel of mercy let your heart rule your head
I don't want your money I want you instead
Don't need rejection

Angel of Mercy angel delight
Give me my reward in heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword won't you give me the right
Angel of Mercy give me heaven tonight

Well if you cross your heart and spit
And swear upon the grave of your mother
You got to get in the hit
Tell me that I'm your all night lover

Angel of Mercy angel delight
Give me my reward in heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword won't you give me the right
Angel of Mercy give me heaven tonight

Angel of Mercy angel delight
Give me my reward in heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword won't you give me the right
Angel of Mercy give me heaven tonight


Portobello Belle
Belladonna's on the high street
Her breasts upon the offbeat
And the stalls are just the side shows
Victoriana's old clothes
Yeah she got the skirt so tight now
She wanna travel light now
She wanna tear up all her roots now
She got the turn-up on the boots now
She thinks she's tough
She ain't no English rose
But the blind singer
He's seen enough and he knows
He do a song about a long gone Irish girl
But I got one for you my

She sees a man upon his back there
Escaping from a sack there
And Belladonna lingers
Her gloves they got no fingers
Blind man he's singing the Irish
He gets his money in a tin dish
Just a corner serenader
Once upon a time he could have made her
She thinks she's tough
She ain't no English rose
But the blind singer
He's seen enough and he knows
He do a song about a long gone Irish girl
But I got one for you my

Yes and these barrow boys are hawking
And a parakeet is squawking
Upon a truck a paper rhino
She get the crying of a wino
And then she get the reggae rumble
Belladonna's in the jungle
But she ain't no garden flower
There ain't no distress in the tower
Belladonna walks
Belladonna taking control
She don't care about your window box
Or your button hole
She sing a song about a long gone Irish girl
But I got one for you my


Single Handed Sailor
Two in the morning, dry-dock town
The rivers rolls away in the night
Little gypsy moth she's all tied down
She quiver in the wind and the light

Yeah and a sailing ship just held down in chains
From the lazy days of sail
It's just lying there in silent pain
He lean on the turist rail

A mother and her baby and the colege war
and the concrete graves
You never wanna against the river law
Nobody rules the waves
Yeah and on the night when the lazy wind is a-wailing
Around the Cutty Sark
Single handed sailor goes sailing
Sailing away in the dark

He's upon the bridge on the self same night
The mariner of dry dock land
Two in the morning, but there is one green light
And the man on the barge of sand
She's gonna slip away below him
Away from the things he's done
But he just shouts "Hey man, what do you call this thing?"
He could have said "Pride of London"
On the night when the lazy wind is a-wailing
Around the Cutty Sark
Yeah the single handed sailor goes sailing
Sailing away in the dark


Follow Me Home
Oh well the sun go down
Celebration in the town tonight
All day long
They been slaughtering upon a stone
Share out the meat
Yeah, you really liked to eat
Come on woman, come follow me home

Well, the priest he cries
Virgins ascending to the skies tonight
All day long
I have passed my time alone
When the church bells rung
I stayed out on the tower
In a dying sun
Come on woman, come follow me home

Well I don't need no priest
But I love all of the people
Yes I share the feast
So drink up my wine
Yes and the song in my bones
I know the way
I can see by the moonlight
Clear as the day
Now come on woman, come follow me home