1<\/span><\/div><\/a><\/div>[\/vc_column_text][vc_separator][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1\/2″ css=”.vc_custom_1501842717886{padding-right: 30px !important;padding-left: 20px !important;}”][vc_accordion active_tab=”false” collapsible=”yes” title_size=”normal” title=”Tracks and Lyrics”][vc_accordion_tab title=”1. Inside Out”][vc_column_text]This is after midnight
\nAnything can happen
\nYou might fall in love
\nOr find a doctor to pop the potion
\nBut we just night get ripped off<\/p>\nThis is Sloanes and hobos
\nHelping each other out for a bit of brown
\nThis is you and me
\nInside out in the middle of the town<\/p>\n
And we don’t believe in anything unless anything believes in us
\nWhere a girl on the door gets a lift with a limousine straight back to Kings Cross
\nWhere you get a lift from whatever In our prime
\nAnd surfing channels is a waste of time?<\/p>\n
We just get inside out you know
\nWe just get inside out you know
\nWe just get inside out you know
\nWe just get inside out you know<\/p>\n
We’re just looking out
\nAnd waiting for a wave to waste the wreck we’re in
\nWhat’s the worth in worrying at all
\nThere\u2019s always someone who knows your pin
\nYeah, all you need is love, but I’ve still got hope
\nI\u2019ve still got hope<\/p>\n
This is all we’ve got, so let us not
\nForget to say a prayer to whatever substitute you use
\nTo get you clean out of your head
\nThere\u2019s no great escape or hidden agenda<\/p>\n
You’ve gotta keep moving through the crowds
\nYou’ve got to face the world or lose<\/p>\n
We just get inside out you know
\nWe just get inside out you know
\nWe just get inside out you know
\nWe just get inside out you know[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”2. Marina”][vc_column_text]Marina\u2019s on the door again
\nShe\u2019s calling in the boys from the rain
\nShe\u2019ll show you a show
\nIf you got no where to go<\/p>\n
One week shy of 53
\nClutching books on numerology
\nThere\u2019s leak in her heart
\nShe\u2019s got nothing to start<\/p>\n
And its easy to feel the cold when you think that you\u2019re no one
\nAnd it\u2019s hard to see places when faces don\u2019t come out to show one<\/p>\n
So Marina is dancing all alone
\nLike queen Elizabeth on a fag break down the road
\nAnd she\u2019s dreaming of a summer that has no rain
\nTo take her away from the boys in the line and the girls on the game<\/p>\n
Her son she says is good with cars
\nOthers say he\u2019s behind bars
\nShe won\u2019t hear what they told her
\nOne day he\u2019ll pull up in a Roller<\/p>\n
Her daily highlights picking out scents
\nThe stingers bring \u2018em down in price
\nIt’s a treasure chest in polythyne
\nShe really loves the latest Calvin Klein[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”3. Jimmy Dodger”][vc_column_text]I don\u2019t want to see this anymore again
\nWhy did I have to see it happen to a friend?
\nHere comes jimmy dodger, he stung me once before
\nHis sleeping bag\u2019s his mother
\nHe only lives to score<\/p>\n
And I said hey man what\u2019s your tipple?
\nHe said cocktail of white and brown
\nAre you pipe and foil? He said no I boil \u2018em together
\nAnd pump \u2018em down<\/p>\n
Disappearing at 23<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t know why I tried to
\nHelp him I was drunk
\nI told him all the same I said
\nYou know the spirit is stranger than junk<\/p>\n
And he\u2019ll never know what lies in his soul
\nBut whatever it is keeps him going
\nBut jimmy forgets there was a time he use to let
\nAngels help him to grow his, help him get to know his. [\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”4. England\u2019s Getting Colder”][vc_column_text]Hello again, you\u2019re bang on time
\nBut winter did never fail to start in mid-July
\nOld Compton Street\u2019s flashing with pride
\nThere\u2019s a country on every corner that meets the eye<\/p>\n
But England\u2019s getting colder all the time, it\u2019s getting colder
\nYou\u2019ve got to give the love you\u2019ve got to find the love you need
\nEngland\u2019s getting colder all the time, it\u2019s getting colder
\nYou\u2019ve got to give the love you\u2019ve got to find the love you need<\/p>\n
There\u2019s still the occasional sun
\nYou feel it when smiling is something that you have won
\nNo, no don\u2019t open the door \u2018til you know what\u2019s behind it is yours<\/p>\n
England\u2019s getting colder all the time, it\u2019s getting colder
\nYou\u2019ve got to give the love you\u2019ve got to find the love you need
\nEngland\u2019s getting colder all the time, it\u2019s getting colder
\nYou\u2019ve got to give the love you\u2019ve got to find the love you need[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”5. Life In A Day”][vc_column_text]There’s a girl on the door and she’s flaunting her all
\nAt the shy passers by who’ll pay all she affords
\nIt was only supposed to be a short stint in the industry
\nNow she does a rock round the clock for the dough she affords
\nIt’s taking her mind off the hoards
\nAnd it’s breaking her heart<\/p>\n
Jo’s just gone and blown her life in a day<\/p>\n
She’s stopped writing letters to mummy and her purse is so light
\nIt’s that tight, she can’t buy the stamps
\nShe’s through with freebasing and now she’s just chasing
\nAnd chasing, the big city ain’t what it seems any more
\nShe’s high but she don’t know what for
\nAnd it’s breaking my heart<\/p>\n
Jo’s just gone and blown her life in a day<\/p>\n
She’s scratching around like a rat
\nYeah, she’s out of her head
\nShe just can’t go on, so she’s gone and got a gun
\nAnd pumped herself full of lead<\/p>\n
Jo’s just gone and blown her life in a day[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”6. Actress”][vc_column_text]Actress, actress… you really stop the show.
\nDon\u2019t you know how much more I would die to Know?
\nWith a seaside stare and your English air\u2026.
\nMy only care is when
\nI’ll be under your arrest again<\/p>\n
So, temptress, temptress… play another part
\nFor I’ve seen this role played too few times apart
\nI’m no also-ran or flash-pan-fan
\nI never cared to fake it
\nAnd if you keep on breaking hearts like this
\nYou’ll make it<\/p>\n
It’s hard to know where I should go from here
\nRun me through the script, a walk on would be fine
\nThoughts of you to me are just as typical as
\nProps inside a pantomime<\/p>\n
Actress, actress…
\nOne more encore
\nDon’t leave just yet, without me, not yet
\nThe crowds will always stand
\nOne day you’ll find your perfect leading man
\nUntil then I’ll do the best I can[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”7. Deal The Deck”][vc_column_text]From where I sat she looked so happy to be among the crowd
\nThis little girl who lost her world screams nothing out loud
\nAnd as her face turned blue the room turned panic in a hurry
\nNo-one knew why she was blue but they soon started to worry<\/p>\n
She was there to dance all night but was stopped in her tracks to pay a price<\/p>\n
We deal the deck and hide our hand
\nWe deal the deck and hide our hand
\nWe deal the deck why must we hide our hand?<\/p>\n
I could not think I put my lip to hers to take away the blue
\nI blew her kisses three times through now what else could I do?<\/p>\n
She began breathing deep and with a colour in her cheeks she fell asleep<\/p>\n
We deal the deck and hide our hand
\nWe deal the deck and hide our hand
\nWe deal the deck why must we hide our hand?<\/p>\n
And a moment was enough for me to see that forever has its end as well
\nYes forever\u2019s an amazing sell but you can\u2019t buy the time from nowhere
\nNo you can\u2019t buy the time from nowhere
\nNo you can\u2019t buy the time and it\u2019s time<\/p>\n
For me to take her to the station sleeping all the way
\nI still wonder if she woke up or if she is still asleep today[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”8. The Colony”][vc_column_text]Taking the high life as far as it goes
\nAll the way to a natural conclusion
\nPacking the good times into minutes that split
\nAt the seams, you can sustain the illusion<\/p>\n
Broken promises keep you hooked
\nExpectations lying dead on a shelf
\nA high, high hope won\u2019t help you cope
\nYou can listen to a prophet but you won\u2019t hear till you tell yourself.<\/p>\n
Life don\u2019t get better than The Colony
\nUp and down
\nLife don\u2019t get better than this
\nRound and round<\/p>\n
Yeah J-walking\u2019s a dream
\nBut don\u2019t get hit by the stream
\nThe sweetest sweet is gonna swallow you whole
\nAnd don\u2019t get used to the room
\nIn your new hot air balloon
\nYou may land and find you\u2019re home
\nBitter home<\/p>\n
Champagne bubbling through your veins
\nBut your bubble just might pop if you shout to loud
\nJust watch it, You can\u2019t know enough
\nIt don\u2019t matter if you\u2019re flush
\nIt don\u2019t matter if you\u2019re down and out<\/p>\n
Life don\u2019t get better than The Colony
\nUp and down
\nLife don\u2019t get better than this
\nRound and round[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”9. The girl on the door”][vc_column_text]How can you say to the girl on the door \u201cYou\u2019re beautiful\u201d or \u201cSweet\u201d?
\nAnd make her feel human when you man you met her
\nWhen she was dressed up as meat<\/p>\n
It\u2019s on her mind, it\u2019s on her time
\nIt\u2019s on the last shift of her night
\nIt\u2019s on your mind to say she\u2019s one of a kind
\nBut she won\u2019t believe you when you tell her<\/p>\n
You fell in love with the girl on the door<\/p>\n
What must she think when she sits down to drink
\nAnd sink with those guys in the suits
\nWill she think of escaping for once
\nOr just making enough for her to shoot<\/p>\n
\u2018Cause it\u2019s on her mind, it\u2019s on her time
\nIt\u2019s in her veins nearly every night
\nShe works so much her wage is never spent well
\nAnd shit\u2019s the only thing the people she knows will sell<\/p>\n
You fell in love with the girl on the door[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”10.Tisbury Court”][vc_column_text]I lost my baby to another brother man
\nI was dealing with the devil slight of hand
\nEverybody thought that I was paranoid
\nI couldn\u2019t love her in the way that she enjoyed<\/p>\n
Summer nights too much wine
\nI cried and cried \u2018til I was blind
\nI had to let it go or lose my mind<\/p>\n
I had a sister when I was 23
\nShe was a friend, a friend indeed
\nWe used to laugh and sing together
\nDancing on the front line
\nI thought we\u2019d never
\nLose each other, I love her still
\nBut I gave her one of my poisoned pills<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve got love in a bag on my back
\nI wanna give it a spill<\/p>\n
But I know I ain\u2019t got a leg to stand on
\nBut come to Tisbury Court and I\u2019ll stand on yours<\/p>\n
I had a friend, a Japanese gentleman
\nI used to see \u2018im back when I was mental then
\nHe gave me money every night
\nTold him I was hungry, he knew I lied
\nAnd all along he wanted to be close
\nBut I was in and out for another dose
\nI nearly broke his heart when I became a ghost<\/p>\n
And those folks down on the lane
\nThey took me in, they gave me somewhere to stay
\nThey had magic, they showed it to me
\nLike a long lost family
\nBut I crossed the line, I caused them pain
\nAnd now I know I\u2019ll never ever see them again
\nI made my bed now I\u2019ve got to lie in it \u2018til I\u2019m sane<\/p>\n
But I know I ain\u2019t got a leg to stand on
\nBut come to Tisbury Court and I\u2019ll stand on yours<\/p>\n
And mother, how did it end like this?
\nOh mother, you can\u2019t make it better with a kiss<\/p>\n
But I know I ain\u2019t got a leg to stand on
\nBut come to Tisbury Court and I\u2019ll stand on yours[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][vc_accordion_tab title=”11. Killing Pain”][vc_column_text]Lost again in theatre land, drunk and dull in the electric village
\nIt\u2019s killing me to quench my thirst in the waif and stray limousine spillage
\nOut comes another one from the big bad club dripping mink and champers
\nHe thinks the waif wants his autograph \u2018til she begs for a pound and scampers<\/p>\n
And I\u2019m no better, drowning in painkillers, high as a kite
\nBut we wouldn\u2019t be killing pain if we were all right
\nWe wouldn\u2019t be killing pain if we were all right<\/p>\n
And I\u2019m sucking it down into my soul
\nThen freaking out like a new born spastic
\nBut I go back for refills man, I\u2019m terrified and fantastic
\nThen the sun comes up through Soho
\nA second before I think I\u2019ll die
\nI grab hold of the nearest hand for comfort
\nAnd you wipe out the night from my eyes<\/p>\n
And the next day I\u2019m still here between the pushers in gutters and booze
\nAnd in spite of all that<\/p>\n
I keep killing pain \u2018til I\u2019m all right
\nAnd in spite of all that I keep killing pain \u2018til I\u2019m all right<\/p>\n
I cannot see how to stop this flame from burning through me
\n\u2018Less the damsel turns for once and lets me drown before she\u2019ll use me
\nLet me drown in your distraction and teach me to sleep at night
\nStop me from killing pain and make me all right<\/p>\n
And my heart is beating in most peculiar ways
\nI keep it quiet to stop the idle talking<\/p>\n
But then you know that
\nEvery cripple finds his own way of walking
\nBut then you know that
\nEvery cripple finds his own way of walking
\nHis own way home[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_accordion_tab][\/vc_accordion][\/vc_column][vc_column width=”1\/2″ css=”.vc_custom_1502356009774{margin-top: 40px !important;}” el_class=”screenadjust”]