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DISCID=e50ca20e
DTITLE=Martin Newell / The Greatest Living Englishman
TTITLE0=Goodbye Dreaming Fields
TTITLE1=Before The Hurricane
TTITLE2=We'll Build A House
TTITLE3=The Greatest Living Englishman
TTITLE4=She Rings The Changes
TTITLE5=Home Counties Boy
TTITLE6=A Street Called Prospect
TTITLE7=Christmas In Suburbia
TTITLE8=Straight To You Boy
TTITLE9=The Jangling Man
TTITLE10=The Green-Gold Girl Of The Summer
TTITLE11=An Englishman's Home
TTITLE12=When My Boat Comes In
TTITLE13=Elizabeth Of Mayhem
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EXTT0=Hungry boy with head hung down\nShabby girl in shabby gown\nShould I k
EXTT0=now your faces?\nYes maybe.  You have always been around \nI'm a ghost
EXTT0= in my home-town \nSince they knocked that dancehall down \nHigh in su
EXTT0=mmer once ... I knew some girls \nThey are married with kids now \n\nF
EXTT0=riday morning ... \nFarmer burned the corn \nSaw the dreaming fields a
EXTT0=flame \nGoodbye dreaming fields \n\nBroken doll you were not made \nFo
EXTT0=r this tawdry serenade\nNor your poor tin soldier \nRusting now ... si
EXTT0=nce it rained on your parade \nShould your ragged marching band \nEver
EXTT0= dance across this land \nDon't forget to wave at you poor old dad \nI
EXTT0=n his castle made of sand \n\nFriday morning ... \nFarmer burned the c
EXTT0=orn \nSaw the dreaming fields aflame \nGoodbye dreaming fields\nGoodby
EXTT0=e dreaming fields \nGoodbye dreaming fields\n
EXTT1=In a country town \nYou can hear them say \nThat it's later now \nThan
EXTT1= it seemed to be the other day \nBefore the hurricane \n\nIn a country
EXTT1= town \nNothing much has changed \nBut some trees are down \nAnd the v
EXTT1=iew was different in a way \nBefore the hurricane \n\nBut ah ... \nThi
EXTT1=ngs would be just the same \nAfter the hurricane \nIn a country town \
EXTT1=nYou can hear them pray \nIf a bomb should drop \nThat the wind would 
EXTT1=never come our way \nBefore the hurricane \n\nBut ah ... \nThings woul
EXTT1=d be just the same \nAfter the hurricane \n\nIn a country town \nYou c
EXTT1=an hear them say \nThat it's later now \nThan it seemed to be the othe
EXTT1=r day \nBefore the hurricane \nBefore the hurricane\n
EXTT2=Every picture tells a story \nFollow while you can \nThere's a cardboa
EXTT2=rd box for everything \nBut this one holds a man \nI don't believe the
EXTT2= tv screen \nI can't think this is real \nAnd I simply cannot help the
EXTT2= way I feel \n\nAnd we'll build a house \nAnd a place for the kids to 
EXTT2=grow in \nWe'll build a house \nAsk me when ... \nWell I'm damned if I
EXTT2= know \n\nLots of well-off older people \nNot so many young \nShall we
EXTT2= help them climb the ladder? \nLets remove the bottom rung \nThis happ
EXTT2=y generation makes a tear spring to the eye \nIs it really any wonder 
EXTT2=they're so high? \n\nAnd we'll build a house \nAnd a place for the kid
EXTT2=s to grow in \nWe'll build a house \nAsk me when ... \nWell I'm damned
EXTT2= if I know ...\n
EXTT3=In Liberty bags and pink carnations \nAnd  a whistle from Savile Row \
EXTT3=nI measured \nAh ... some you win and some you lose \nI never had thos
EXTT3=e guilty blues \n\nHow they'd love to see me now \nA prisoner in the t
EXTT3=ower \nI was the gretest living Englishman \n\nIt's such a long way fr
EXTT3=om barrow-boy \nUp to position of Doctor Gas \nBut with a good spiel a
EXTT3=nd a decent ploy \nYou'll spin a media hype from trash \n\nAh ... well
EXTT3= we were the coming men \nAnd there was so much money then \n\nHow the
EXTT3=y'd love to see me now \nA prisoner in the tower \nI was the greatest 
EXTT3=living Englishman \nHigh ... and not to wonder why \nIt would have bee
EXTT3=n mad not to try \nTo be the greatest living Englishman \n\nSuch a lon
EXTT3=g way ...\nThey tell me I was a social animal \nThe way the champagne 
EXTT3=was splashed \nThe warning light only showed on Cannibal \nThey day th
EXTT3=at my empire crashed \n\nAh ... some you win and some you lose \nI nev
EXTT3=er had those guilty blues \n\nHow they'd love to see me now \nA prison
EXTT3=er in the tower \nI was the greatest living Englishman \nDebts  ... bu
EXTT3=t very few regrets \nUp in the misty minarets \nI was the greatest liv
EXTT3=ing \nThe greatest living\nThe greatest living \nEnglishman ...\n
EXTT4=Here she comes, here she comes, here she comes right now \n\n... and s
EXTT4=o your world turns upside down \nAnd then you lose your precious crown
EXTT4= \nYou lose your meter and your rhyme \nAnd you can never turn back ti
EXTT4=me \nBut while you're on your knees down there \nYou'll never heal tho
EXTT4=se scars \nIf you waste time crushing daisies \nWhen you could be stea
EXTT4=ling stars \n\nShe rings the changes \nShe rings the changes \nAnd her
EXTT4=e she comes right now \n\nAnd it's the way it's always been \nYou gain
EXTT4= a pawn and lose your queen \nAnd there is only one way out \nGot to g
EXTT4=et off this roundabout \nThey teach you how to climb for things \nBut 
EXTT4=never to climb down \nThen you find yourself in shadows \nAnd your fri
EXTT4=ends are not around \nShe rings the changes \nShe rings the changes \n
EXTT4=And here she comes right now \nShe rings the changes \nShe rings the c
EXTT4=hanges \nAnd here she comes right now\n
EXTT5=When I was young \nDark were the trees \nHouses are now where there on
EXTT5=ce were fields \nAnd summers were long \nThe trains ran on steam \nI w
EXTT5=as a boy from the home counties \n\nAnd Don't drop your aitches. \nMy 
EXTT5=mum said to me \nIf you want a job where your hands will be clean. \nB
EXTT5=ut there was no way \nI'd dress in grey \nAnd go up to London to earn 
EXTT5=my pay \nHaving to say, \nThank you and please \nI was a boy from the 
EXTT5=home counties \n\nAnd now I'm as free \nAs the times let me be \nAnd n
EXTT5=o-one's the guvnor apart from me \nSo I'll mow your lawn \nOr I'll pru
EXTT5=ne your trees \nCos I am a boy from the home counties \n\nI don't want
EXTT5= your house \nAnd I don't want your car \nI reckon I'd die if I was li
EXTT5=ke you are \nSo spade in my hands \nAnd mud on my knees \nI am a boy f
EXTT5=rom the home counties\n
EXTT6=She's drifting by the place where she pawned her rings \nStepping out 
EXTT6=the way of the skateboard kings \nTomorrow could be sweet \nAnd she's 
EXTT6=living on a street called Prospect \nA girl of many aims \nAnd the bea
EXTT6=t-box bums, they work in relay teams \nLike a blacksmith customising n
EXTT6=oisy boys' dreams \nAnd the old men tap their feet \nCos they're livin
EXTT6=g on a street called Prospect \n\nAnd there's a brownstone church \nWi
EXTT6=th a cracked bell ringing \nWhere the boys learn boxing \nAnd the girl
EXTT6=s learn singing \nWhere the good take the cloth \nAnd the fallen join 
EXTT6=the game \nBefore they burn out so briefly \nLike an insect in a flame
EXTT6= \n\nThe Long Ranger buys a drink for old St. John \nHe says It's been
EXTT6= some time since the cavalry's gone .. \nThen his voice begins to crac
EXTT6=k \nCos they're never coming back to Prospect \nAnd nothing's going on
EXTT6= \nAnd then the sunlight splinters in a cloud of dust \nCos it's the d
EXTT6=evil's flour, now the mill's gone bust \nAnd you don't give up your se
EXTT6=at \nWhen the bus goes down a street called Prospect \n\nAnd reason's 
EXTT6=never sweet \nAnd ambition isn't choosy \nWhen politeness is a blade \
EXTT6=nAnd assertion is an Uzi \nThe poor get angry \nAnd the rich make hay 
EXTT6=\nAnd your youth is like a dog-rose \nOnly blossoms for a day \nThey s
EXTT6=ay they're going mining in the parking lot \nIt's down to metal and to
EXTT6= minerals but they won't say what \nAnd then they're shakey on their f
EXTT6=eet \nWhen they get back on a street called Prospect \nLike burn-outs 
EXTT6=on parade \nSo love me now and leave me cos I'm going away \nI only go
EXTT6=t a ticket for a very short stay \nAnd should we ever meet \nWell mayb
EXTT6=e best not on a street called Prospect \nA street called Prospect \nA 
EXTT6=street called ...\n
EXTT7=I'm going home for Christmas in suburbia\nWhere the sodium lights are 
EXTT7=golden in the rain \nOn the plastic and the chrome \nOf the people goi
EXTT7=ng home \nThey will jingle-jangle by electric candlelight \nChristmas 
EXTT7=time\n\nI'll celebrate a shoe-string saturnalia\nWith a cracker or two
EXTT7= and some cheap old cherry wine\nWe'll have cotton-wool for snow\nYou 
EXTT7=can let the turkey go\nI'm not killing over Christmas in suburbia\nAny
EXTT7= time\n\nParty round at my place after closing time\nYou can bring you
EXTT7=r own\nThere's none at home\nI drank it all\nYou might have known\n\nA
EXTT7=nd all the stars are shining in suburbia\nAs you wake up in a room tha
EXTT7=t's not your own\nThere's an angel in the bed\nAnd you wonder what you
EXTT7= said\nThen you realise it's Christmas in suburbia\nChristmas time\n\n
EXTT7=There's an angel in the bed\nAnd you wonder what you said\nThen you re
EXTT7=alise it's Christmas\nYou realise it's Christmas\nYou realise it's Chr
EXTT7=istmas in suburbia\nChristmas time\n\nMerry Christmas, Darling\n\nGo o
EXTT7=n touch it ...\nJust once?\nIt's Christmas
EXTT8=She's a jewel for your crown y'know\nShe's a perfumed stairwell\nA pea
EXTT8=l of laughter\nWhen she comes to your room y'know?\nThere's a spotligh
EXTT8=t on her\nFrom your rafter\n\nAnd she knows\nWhere to go\nWhen she's t
EXTT8=ired or alone\nIt's straight to you, boy\nIt's straight to you\n\nOn a
EXTT8= hot summer night y'know\nShe's a reckless engine\nSparking madly\nFor
EXTT8= the stars in your sky y'know?\nAs the haunted ocean\nCalls you sadly\
EXTT8=n\nAnd she knows\nWhere to go\nWhen she's tired or alone\nIt's straigh
EXTT8=t to you, boy\nIt's straight to you\n
EXTT9=They're breaking glass and burning buildings\nIn the early greenhouse 
EXTT9=sun\nThe powers-that-be will blame extremists\nAnd I may well be one\n
EXTT9=And all you kids in Cardboard City\nI hope you're having fun\nAnd all 
EXTT9=you voters everywhere\nWill remember what you've done\nRemember what y
EXTT9=ou've done\n\nAnd I am just a jangling man\nBeen in the cold too long-
EXTT9=along-along\nAnd I live with a Raggedy-Ann\nWe never had any money, is
EXTT9= it really so wrong?\n\nThe velvet glove, the iron rod and a bridle fo
EXTT9=r your tongue\nThe tanks which trundle through the square\nWhen the ol
EXTT9=d have killed the young\nThe wind feels all the colder now that the su
EXTT9=mmer's on the run\nThe old man sees the wall come down and he reaches 
EXTT9=for his gun, he reaches for his gun\n\nAnd I am just a jangling man\nB
EXTT9=een in the cold too long-along-along\nAnd I live with a Raggedy-Ann\nW
EXTT9=e never had any money, is it really so wrong?\n\nWhen we dream\nDream 
EXTT9=of a feeling\nTo wake one day and find that you are gone\nAnd will we 
EXTT9=dance?\nDance by your gravesides\nSo glad, so glad, so glad that you a
EXTT9=re gone\n\nSo wander dimly through the past\nOf the England that you k
EXTT9=new\nThese dispossessed and homeless children\nThey all belong to you\
EXTT9=nThey all belong to you\n\nAnd I am just a jangling man\nBeen in the c
EXTT9=old too long-along-along\nAnd I live with a Raggedy-Ann\nWe never had 
EXTT9=any money, is it really so wrong?\n\nWhen we dream\nDream of a feeling
EXTT9=\nTo wake one day and find that you are gone\nAnd will we dance?\nDanc
EXTT9=e by your gravesides\nSo glad, so glad, so glad that you are gone\n
EXTT10=You would live so fast\nTill your time was past\nLonely runner\nWith 
EXTT10=a look so fine\nYou could turn dark time\nInto colour\nAnd a garland 
EXTT10=just for a day\nTill the cheers had faded away\nTo the opium whirl\nO
EXTT10=f the green-gold girl of the summer\n\nDo the stars crash down\nTo th
EXTT10=e cold hard ground\nAny number\nAs I watch the light\nIn the showbiz 
EXTT10=night\nAnd I wonder\nFrom a windswept place on a hill\nI would raise 
EXTT10=my glass to you still\nAnd the opium whirl\nOf the green-gold girl of
EXTT10= the summer\nAs change follows change\nAnd the west wind\nDrags anoth
EXTT10=er ship down\nAnd down ...\n\nYou would live so fast\nTill your time 
EXTT10=was past\nLonely runner\nWith a look so fine\nYou could turn dark tim
EXTT10=e\nInto colour\nAnd a garland just for a day\nTill the cheers had fad
EXTT10=ed away\nTo the opium whirl\nOf the green-gold girl of the summer\nTo
EXTT10= the opium whirl of the green-gold girl ...\n
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