Tom Robinson Band

Up Against The Wall
Grey Cortina
Too Good To Be True
Ain't Gonna Take It
Long Hot Summer
The Winter Of '79
The Man You Never Saw
Better Decide Which Side You're On
You Gotta Survive
Power In The Darkness
Don't Take No For An Answer
Martin
Glad To Be Gay (1978)
Right On Sister
2-4-6-8 Motorway
I Shall Be Released
I'm Alright Jack
Waiting For My Man
Power In The Darkness (2004 remix)


Up Against The Wall
Darkhaired dangerous schoolkids
Vicious, suspicious sixteen
Jet-black blazers at the bus stop
Sullen, unhealthy and mean
Teenage guerillas on the tarmac
Fighting in the middle of the road
Supercharged FS1Es on the asphalt
The kids are coming in from the cold

Look out, listen can you hear it
Panic in the County Hall
Look out, listen can you hear it
Whitehall (got us) up against a wall
Up against the wall...

High wire fencing on the playground
High rise housing all around
High rise prices on the high street
High time to pull it all down
White boys kicking in a window
Straight girls watching where they gone
Never trust a copper in a crime car
Just whose side are you on?

Look out, listen can you hear it
Panic in the County Hall
Look out, listen can you hear it
Whitehall (got us) up against a wall
Up against the wall...

Consternation in Brixton
Rioting in Notting Hill Gate
Fascists marching on the high street
Carving up the welfare state
Operator get me the hotline
Father can you hear me at all?
Telephone kiosk out of order
Spraycan writing on the wall

Look out, listen can you hear it
Panic in the County Hall
Look out, listen can you hear it
Whitehall got us up against a wall
Up against the wall...

Grey Cortina
Wish I had a grey Cortina
Whiplash aerial, racing trim
Cortina owner - no one meaner
Wish that I could be like him

Twin exhaust and rusty bumper
Chewing gum at traffic light
Stop at red but leave on amber
Grey Cortina outa sight

Wish I had a grey Cortina
Whiplash aerial, racing trim
Cortina owner - no one meaner
Wish that I could be like him

Furlined seats and lettered windscreen
Elbow on the windowsill
Eight track blazing Brucie Springsteen
Bomber jacket, dressed to kill

Wish I had a grey Cortina
Whiplash aerial, racing trim
Cortina owner - no one meaner
Wish that I could be like him

Never cop a parking ticket
Never seem to show its age
Speed police too slow to nick it
Grey Cortina got it made

Too Good To Be True
Dreamed last night I was dreaming
Somebody answered my prayer
Cried out over my shoulder
Only the devil was there
Hold no hope for the future
Or good times seeing me through
Too good to be true
Too good to be true

Can't find the floor or the wardrobe
Can't find my way to the park
Life in a bedsitter bedlam
Afraid to go home in the dark
All day today just excuse for tomorrow
Tomorrow just something to do
Too good to be true
Too good to be true

Ain't Gonna Take It
Prejudice poison
Polluting this land
I'm a middle-class kiddie
But I know where I stand
We got brothers in Brixton
Backs to the wall
Bigots on the backlash
Divided we fall

But we ain't gonna take it
Ain't gonna take it
They're keeping us under
But we ain't gonna take it no more

Women with children
Have to carry the can
Till they lose them in divorce courts
To some pig of a man
We got Benyon and Whitehouse
Trying to get us stitched
Cos abortion and a gay scene
Only meant for the rich

But we ain't gonna take it
Ain't gonna take it
They're keeping us under
But we ain't gonna take it no more

Sisters and brothers
What have we done
We're fighting each other
Instead of the Front
Better get it together
Big trouble to come
And the odds are against us
About twenty to one

But we ain't gonna take it
Ain't gonna take it
They're keeping us under
But we ain't gonna take it no more

Long Hot Summer
Hey Joe, get up and go
Wouldn't like to tell you twice
Hey mac, get off my back
Didn't ask your advice
There's all this heat
Out in the street
Telling us to move along

It's gonna be a long hot summer
From now on

Hey man, I don't understand
We ain't hardly bothering you
Say fag, you're just a drag
We ain't nearly finished with you
There's all this heat
Out on the beat
Telling us we don't belong

It's gonna be a long hot summer
From now on

It's gonna be a long hot summer
From now on Look out sisters
Look out brothers
We won't be fooled again

The Winter Of '79
All you kids that just sit and whine
You should have been there back in '79
You say we're giving you a real hard time
You boys are really breaking my heart
Spurs beat Arsenal, what a game
The blood was running in the drains
Intercity took the trains
And really took the place apart
That was the year Nan Harris died
And Charlie Jones committed suicide
The world we knew busted open wide
In the winter of '79

I'd been working on and off
A pint of beer was still ten bob
My brand new Bonneville got ripped off
I more or less give up trying
They stopped the Social in the spring
And quite a few communists got run in
And National Service come back in
In the winter of '79
When Marco's caff went up in flames
The Vambo boys took the blame
The SAS come and took our names
In the winter of '79

It was us poor bastards took the chop
When the tubes gone up and the buses stopped
The top people still come out on top
The government never resigned
The Carib Club got petrol bombed
The National Front was getting awful strong
They done in Dave and Dagenham Ron
In the winter of '79
When all the gay geezers got put inside
And coloured kids was getting crucified
A few fought back and a few folks died
In the winter of '79

Man You Never Saw
Have you heard an ugly whisper
Is the rumour really true
Just in time, we're next in line
They're really after me and you
Since the demonstration
Clamping down on every side
Rounding up the kids at random
Army curfew every night

Don't repeat this conversation
Don't let on we've met before
Try and make like I'm a stranger
I'm a man you never saw

Church police were round this morning
And the army's on our track
Took away my books and papers
Only just got out the back
I just called in to tell you
That your place is being watched
Don't go into work tomorrow
Try and make it down the docks

Don't repeat this conversation
Don't let on we've met before
Try and make like I'm a stranger
I'm a man you never saw

Dump your car and burn your letters
Smash your glasses, cut your hair
Buy a suit and take a raincoat
When you go, don't tell us where
Take a look outside my window
I don't recognise that van
Someone standing in the doorway
Better make it while you can

Better Decide Which Side You're On
All you downtrodden people
Always bear the brunt
Just sit back on you fat backsides
Till you have to face the Front
Waiting till the bullyboys get you
Don't make no kind of sense
And pretty soon there'll be no room
For sitting on the fence

You better decide which side you're on
This ship goes down before too long
If Left is right then Right is Wrong
You better decide which side you're on

Too bad for the gay revolution
This is as far as we get
And if you think you're free, well listen to me
You ain't seen nothing yet
We're all gonna feel the backlash
Of puritannical power
And kicking us down into the ground
Gonna be their Finest Hour

You better decide which side you're on
The chips go down before too long
If Left is right then Right is Wrong
You better decide which side you're on

You Gotta Survive
Three boys working on a slave gang
Chained in the cottage at night
Killed the overseer, broke down the door
Now they gonna shoot us on sight
Night time sticking to the 'B' roads
Hiding from the men with the guns
Hitting the ditches
Everytime somebody comes

Every single house has been looted
Every single city's been burned
Every can of food has been opened
Every single stone has been turned
Found this Parka on a deadman
Jamie got a couple of knives
Countryside crawling with maniacs
You gotta survive

Power In The Darkness
Power in the darkness
Frightening lies from the other side
Power in the darkness
Stand up and fight for your rights

Freedom... we're talking bout your freedom
Freedom to choose what you do with your body
Freedom to believe what you like
Freedom for brothers to love one another
Freedom for black and white
Freedom from harassment, intimidation
Freedom for the mother and wife
Freedom from Big Brother's interrogation
Freedom to live your own life... I'm talking 'bout

Power in the darkness
Frightening lies from the other side
Power in the darkness
Stand up and fight for your rights

(Voice from The Other Side:) "Today, institutions fundamental to the British system of Government are under attack: the public schools, the house of Lords, the Church of England, the holy institution of Marriage, even our magnificent police force are no longer safe from those who would undermine our society, and it's about time we said 'enough is enough' and saw a return to the traditional British values of discipline, obedience, morality and freedom.
What we want is:

Freedom from the reds and the blacks and the criminals
Prostitutes, pansies and punks
Football hooligans, juvenile delinquents
Lesbians and left wing scum
Freedom from the niggers and the Pakis and the unions
Freedom from the Gipsies and the Jews
Freedom from leftwing layabouts and liberals
Freedom from the likes of you..."

Power in the darkness
Frightening lies from the other side
Power in the darkness
Stand up and fight for your rights

Don't Take No For An Answer
We first met in the winter
Said 'let's give it a try'
I swallowed my fears
A couple of years
Just living a lie
I'd just come from the country
Wide-eyed and naive
I signed on the line
I signed a long time
Now you won't let me leave... but you

Don't take no for an answer (x3)
When you've nothing to lose... no you
Don't take no for an answer( x3)
Put yourself in my shoes

I don't want any trouble
I ain't after a fight
But well-respected man
Please understand, man
You're standing in my light
No use sticking together
I've gotta get out and get off
I offered you a slice
You told me no dice
Cos you wanted the lot... but you

Don't take no for an answer (x3)
When you've nothing to lose... no you
Don't take no for an answer( x3)
Put yourself in my shoes

From 1978 EP by Tom Robinson Band 'Rising Free'

Martin
I just want to tell you about Martin
Cos nobody I know has got a brother like him
As kids we could never be parted
The neighbours all knew us as the terrible twins
At school some kids were always looking for a fight
But Martin never wanted a fuss
Bigmouth Brown thought he'd push him around
Being three years older than us
So I smashed him in the mush with the cloakroom stool
I got six of the best and suspended from school

But it was worth it with a brother like Martin
It was worth it with a brother like him

We used to nick motors for a joyride
Till we rammed a Black Maria in this XJ6
To give Martin time to get clear
I tried to punch a few policemen before I got nicked
I got Borstal for taking and driving away
And beating up the boys in blue
But Martin never missed a single visiting day
He hitched from Clapham to Crewe
With all me racing mags and the little bits of news
Smuggling in ciggies and a little bit of booze

No-one ever had a brother like Martin
No-one ever had a brother like him

People get the wrong impression with Martin
I know he doesn't mix much but he's no snob
The weekend I got out of remand home
He'd got Uncle Ruby to find me this job
And back at my Nan's he'd repainted my room
And bought me a brand new carpet
There was all me old records and books on a shelf
And a secondhand telly from the market
You can get a bit hard when you've been inside
But I hugged the old bastard and I almost cried

Cos no-one ever had a brother like Martin
No-one ever had a brother like him

From 1978 EP by Tom Robinson Band 'Rising Free'

Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy that way

Pictures of naked young women are fun
In Titbits and Playboy, page three of The Sun
There's no nudes in Gay News our last magazine
But they still find excuses to call it obscene
Read how disgusting we are in the press
The News of The World and the Sunday Express
Molesters of children, corruptors of youth
It's there in the paper, it must be the truth

Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy that way

Don't try to kid us that if you're discreet
You're perfectly safe as you walk down the street
You don't have to mince or make bitchy remarks
To get beaten unconscious and left in the dark
I had a friend who was gentle and short
Got lonely one evening and went for a walk
Queerbashers caught him and kicked in his teeth
He was only hospitalised for a week

Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy that way

So sit back and watch as they close all our clubs
Arrest us for meeting and raid all our pubs
Make sure your boyfriend's at least 21
So only your friends and your brothers get done
Lie to your workmates, lie to your folks
Put down the queens and tell anti-queer jokes
Gay Lib's ridiculous, join their laughter
'The buggers are legal now, what more are they after?'

Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy that way

Right On Sister
She's a right on sister
And she knows what she likes
She needs you and me, man
Like a fish needs a bike
Suffragette city
Don't bother her none
Cos the women's revolution
Is bound to come... and I say

Right on, sister
Right on sister, right on

She's a clear level thinker
Just look at her play
She's got it together
In most every way
The women's army is marching
And the weak shall be strong
Power to the sisters
Right on, right on... and I say

Right on, sister
Right on sister, right on

From 1978 EP by Tom Robinson Band 'Rising Free'

2-4-6-8 Motorway
Drive my truck midway to the motorway station
Fairlane cruiser coming up on the left hand side
Headlight shining, driving rain on the window frame
Little young Lady Stardust hitching a ride... and it's

2-4-6-8 ain't never too late
Me and my radio truckin' on thru the night
3-5-7-9 on a double white line
Motorway sun coming up with the morning light

Whizzkid sitting pretty on your two-wheel stallion
This ol' ten-ton lorry got a bead on you
Ain't no use setting up with a bad companion
Ain't nobody get the better of you-know-who

2-4-6-8 ain't never too late
Me and my radio truckin' on thru the night
3-5-7-9 on a double white line
Motorway sun coming up with the morning light

Well there ain't no route you could choose to lose the two of us
Ain't nobody know when you're acting right or wrong
No-one knows if a roadway's leading nowhere
Gonna keep on driving home on the road I'm on...

2-4-6-8 ain't never too late
Me and my radio truckin' on thru the night
3-5-7-9 on a double white line
Motorway sun coming up with the morning light

1977 debut single by Tom Robinson Band

I Shall Be Released
Lyrics & music by Bob Dylan (with small addition by TR)

They say everything can be replaced
They say every distance in not near
Yet I remember every face
Of every man who put me here

I see my life come shining from the west down to the east
Any day now, any day now I shall be released

They say every man needs protection
They say that every man must fall
Yet I swear I see my reflection
Somewhere so high above this wall

I see my life come shining from the west down to the east
Any day now, any day now I shall be released

They say there'll be a new enquiry
They say there's been a slight mistake
But while they write reports,we've heard it all before
Let's get him out before it's all too late

Now yonder there's a man in this lonely crowd
A man who swears he's not to blame
Ten long years he's been there shouting so loud
Just crying out that he was framed

I see my life come shining from the west down to the east
Any day now, any day now I shall be released

'B' side of '2-4-6-8 Motorway' single

All good men at Number Ten
Everything's understood
Don't you worry, I'm alright, Jack
We've never had it so good

Don't you worry, I'm alright, Jack
We've never had it so good
There's plenty of grouse at the country house
We're eating as we should
Hugh's at Sandhurst, everything's safe
With Perkins running the farm
Half a dozen shotguns in the Land Rover
Ready for the call to arms

Gin traps down around the grounds
Trip wires out in the wood
Don't you worry, I'm alright, Jack
We've never had it so good

'B' side of 'Up Against The Wall' single

Waiting For My Man (live)

Lyrics by Lou Reed, unavailable cos he'll sue
our asses off if we reproduce em here without permission.

Power In The Darkness (2004 Remix)

Power in the darkness
Frightening lies from the other side
Power in the darkness
Stand up and fight for your rights

Freedom... we're talking bout your freedom
Freedom to choose what you do with your body
Freedom to believe what you like
Freedom for brothers to love one another
Freedom for black and white
Freedom from harassment, intimidation
Freedom for the mother and wife
Freedom from Big Brother's interrogation
Freedom to live your own life... I'm talking 'bout

Power in the darkness
Frightening lies from the other side
Power in the darkness
Stand up and fight for your rights

(Newscaster Glyn Worsnip): "Good evening, here is the official BBC news from London. The state of emergency was today ended by the new government in Whitehall although the 6pm curfew is to remain strictly in force while the present task of rounding up suspected terrorists is being completed. In a special broadcast, her Majesty The Queen appealed for calm and asked people to give their fullest possible co-operation to the Armed Forces and, at a special Thanksgiving Service in Westminster Abbey the new head of government spoke of a return to a new era of democracy, morality and freedom for the British people.

(Fictional Prime Minister): What we want is
Freedom to depose every unpleasant government
To do whatever needs to be done
Freedom from NATO and the United Nations
Freedom for the missile and the gun
Freedom from legality, freedom from reality
Freedom from alternative views
Freedom from sanity, freedom from humanity
Freedom from the likes of you..."

Power in the darkness
Frightening lies from the other side
Power in the darkness
Stand up and fight for your rights

All Right All Night
Why Should I Mind
Black Angel
Let My People Be
Blue Murder
Bully For You
Crossing Over The Road
Sorry Mr Harris
Law and Order
Days Of Rage
Hold Out
Never Gonna Fall In Love Again
Getting Tighter
2-4-6-8 Motorway (1977 demo)
Elgin Avenue
Number One Protection
We Didn't Know What Was Going On
Suits Me, Suits You


All Right All Night
We don't see no place for hatred
Real life's too good to waste it
No-one here's afraid to face it
Take it while we can
Keep a space for other faces
Keep the faith and never break it
Now you're round we're bound to make it
Whole world in your hands

Alright all night
Everybody understands
Alright all night
We've got the whole world in our hands

Debt collection, high connection
Gonna get some insurrection
Time to set some fresh direction
Whole world in our hands

Let them run for re-election
Let them get police protection
Cash injection, state correction
Just won't mean a damn

Alright all night
Everybody understands
Alright all night
We've got the whole world in our hands

Why Should I Mind
Heard Billy Graham was busted
At West End Central tonight
Necking on Leicester Square Station
With a lover of mine -
Its just a sign of the times

Idi snorting Coca Cola
Wonder why he's getting maligned
Enoch invited him over
For a couple of lines -
It's just a sign of the times

Debt collectors on the railway
Stealing me blind
I don't worry - why I should mind?
It's nothing but a sign of the times

Brezhnev's having a party
Bring your own bottle of wine
Orlov isn't invited
He's fine in the mine
Its just a sign of the...

Time Out offering aspirin
Invitation to dine
Rent boys eating at Eton
They're getting refined -
It's just a sign of the times

Debt collectors on the railway
Stealing me blind
I don't worry - why I should mind?
It's nothing but a sign of the times

Sunday joint on a mortgage
Saturday back to the grind
Some folks feeling redundant
Some just getting resigned -
It's a sign of the times

I've been in South Kent, Clapham and Cleveland
I've been in love and I've been deceived
But I've never been a sucker like Steven
Who lost sight of everything he'd achieved
Well he told me on the night he was leaving
(Though I found it pretty hard to believe)
You'll fall in love with the sweet black angel
He said I had it coming to me

I've got a friend in Borstal
I've got a friend next door
I've got a friend in my own double bed
I've got a real friend in the law

I've got a friend in Jesus
But we're just good friends you see
Cos I'm in love with the sweet black angel
I know he's coming after me

In love with the sweet black angel
In love with the sweet black angel
I'm in love with the sweet black angel
I know he's coming after me

Let my people be
Thirty years of empty declarations
Set my people free
Hounded down in towns across the nation

How long will it take
How long do we wait?

High wind arising
Out on the pampas
Villages lying awake
Pretty Pepito
Why are you weeping?
Friends are not far away
Rumour this evening
Government gunboat
Sunk on the river today
In the Sierras
Something is stirring
Liberty blowing our way

Let my people be

Thirty years of empty declarations
Set my people free
Hounded down in towns across the nation

How long will it take
How long do we wait?

Blue Murder
He wasn't a loony with a sawn-off gun
A dangerous terrorist on the run
He'd never been mugging or molested a nun
He was really quite a regular guy...
Six pints sober in the club one night
He started to argue with the law outside -
Gets arrested and his hands are tied
Liddley-die...

Lie lie lie diddley lie
Die die die Liddley die

Well they kicked him far and they kicked him wide
He was kicked outdoors, he was kicked inside
Kicked in the front and the back and the side
It really was a hell of a fight...
He screamed blue murder in the cell that night
But he must have been wrong cos they all deny it
Gateshead station - police and quiet
Liddley-die...

Lie lie lie diddley lie
Die die die Liddley die

It was eight to one and the one man died
But the coroner said he was satisfied
Killing Liddle was justified
He really was a desperate man...
So if you figure on staying alive
Button your lip and just swallow your pride
And don't make trouble when your hands are tied
Liddley-die...

I hear the sound of dogs in the rain
I know you won't be back again
We seen it three times on the run
Pass up a chance to
Cut the crap and make it happen...
Giving can be fun

We don't need no aggravation
We don't need no aggravation

I ain't afraid but I just don't wanna fight now
This movie's over - so switch that light out
Turn of the screw and tomorrow soon come man
Wake in the morning, wonder what've you done man

There ain't another place in town
I'm moving over, going down
Killing time, the morning drop
The final judgement
Stayed a day to try your way to
Make the aching stop...

We don't need no aggravation
We don't need no aggravation

Music by Peter Gabriel

Crossing Over The Road
Alice at it again
With three Italian men
Gino once was a cop,
Then he soon had to stop
Outrageous, stuck on a limb
Full of papal bull...
Gun rusty, wet to the skin
The blasted english weather
Stops him getting it together so he's

Crossing over the road
Crossing over the road

Walking out of the store
I met a mob at the door
Six civilians in drag
Ten cadets in a bag
Big bust-up, lead in the air
Somebody start a siege...
Fur flying everywhere
I ain't no bad samaritan -
A dirty rat is what I am, I'm

Crossing over the road
Crossing over the road

Trying to be nice to the next-door neighbours
Leering over the fence
Feeding their cat on my racing pigeons
Just don't make any sense

I met a daddy today

Got invited to stay
Put my stuff in the van
Went and told the old man
He turned purple, tore out his hair
What will Grandma say...
Look son, it's not that I care
But what about your fiancee
I said, I'm better off this way - I'm

Crossing over the road
Crossing over the road

If you told us what you know it might be wiser
No need to knock your head against a wall
If you told us who you know it might be wiser
I think it might be better for us all

I'm sorry but we simply don't believe you Mr Harris
We've seen you with these people several times
I appreciate your pains
But we need to know their names
It would really take a load off all our minds

If you told us what you know it might be wiser
No need to knock your head against a wall
If you told us who you know it might be wiser
I think it might be better for us all

That fellow Charlie Jones you were detained with, Mr Harris
I'm afraid we found him hanging in his cell
So I've asked your little brother
to assist with our enquiries
I hope he won't be difficult as well

If you told us what you know it might be wiser
No need to knock your head against a wall
If you told us who you know it might be wiser

I think it might be better for us all

I think it might be wiser if you told us
Then you have my word of honour you can go
I don't mean to twist your arm
W e don't mean you any harm
But it's really quite important that we know

If you told us what you know it might be wiser
No need to knock your head against a wall
If you told us who you know it might be wiser
I think it might be better for us all

Law and Order... trouble in a bulletproof vest
Law and Order... I'm the troubleshooting king of the West

Well I cleaned up the commies and the longhaired bums
All the Chinee, queers and Red Indian scum
I cleaned out the liquor, loose women and dope
And put the uppity niggers on the end of a rope

Law and Order... trouble in a bulletproof vest
Law and Order... I'm the troubleshooting king of the West

My mommy held tupperware parties
Had acne when I was a boy
Headed out West - expanded my chest
Now they treat me like the real McCoy

Now I never get trouble from nobody else
I can sit right back and feel proud of myself
Got the cleanest city this side of the West
It's so damn clean there ain't nobody left

Law and Order... trouble in a bulletproof vest
Law and Order... I'm the troubleshooting king of the West

I'm the cotton-pickin', high fallutin',
Rooty-tootin', put-the-boot-in
Troubleshooting king of the West

Lyric by TR and Dolphin Taylor

Days Of Rage
Seeing is believing a feeling
And something needs seeing to fast
I've had seventeen years of nowhere
Now they're trying to put me out to grass
Well I've always been a bit of a loner
And never had a life of my own
Coming of age I'm feeling the rage
That I never had the bottle to show

Every year of bitter submission
Been plotting my bitter revenge
The endless humiliations -
Gonna tear their eyes to pieces
Same way you treated the Peaches
Breaking their hearts and their bones
Now you gonna face the hatred
Of the dog you wouldn't have in your home

Now I'm coming out in the open
I ain't about to step on the rail
Footsteps follow on the tube train
But God help the man on my tail
Every one of you can take it or leave it
But you'd better get out of my way
I'm a jackal on the ultimate rampage
And a killer at the end of the day

Watch out wild women doctors
Witch hunt's out with the pack
Even if you're high and mighty...
You gonna feel that steely backstab
This time I mean to get even
It's the last time I mean to be hurt
They'll never get to figure what hit them...
Unless they get a gun to me first

I'm gonna hold out to the bitterest end

I fear neither hell nor high water
Come October this time I'll be gone
There's changes to be made
And some debts to be paid
I'm a desperate man from now on
How are the mighty fallen
Living to regret every day
There's music to be faced
So I'm leaving this place
I'm gonna hold out and find my own way
Hold out... hold out
I'm gonna hold out and find my own way

Never Gonna Fall In Love (again)
Never meant to be so friendly
Never made the room look nice
Never heed a word of warning
Never take my own advice...
Oo-ooh, I got a brand new problem:
Pretty and he's five foot ten
I've been in love three times this week -
I'm just about to fall again...

I don't wanna fall in love
I'm never gonna fall in love
Again...
No I don't wanna fall in love
Never gonna fall in love
I'm never gonna fall in love
Again

Never meant to be so sexist
But it's so hard to overcome
Trying hard to fight the feeling
Lechery can be such fun...
Cos everywhere there's lots of foxes
And every cat I meet's a Tom
I wish he didn't make me rabid
Wish he wouldn't turn me on... cos

I don't wanna fall in love
I'm never gonna fall in love
Again...
No I don't wanna fall in love
Never gonna fall in love
I'm never gonna fall in love
Again

Music by Elton John

Getting Tighter
Music and lyrics by Longo/Camacia

Monday morning woke up free
All I wanted was to be me
Smoked a joint that got me high
High as I could be

Passed some straights who screamed "Hey Fag!"
Brought me down, what a drag
Punched a hole in my gay bag
Just could not be me

And it's getting tighter day by day
Nothing getting lighter in any way (x2)
Just could not be free
Just could not be me

Met some machos on my block
They hassled me with macho mock
Cos I ain't no macho rock
Just could not be me

Jocks from Jersey passing by
Threw a rock, I don't know why
I got stoned but I lost my high
Just could not be free

And it's getting tighter day by day
Nothing getting lighter in any way (x2)
Just could not be free
Just could not be me

Tired of acting like a clown
Listen, can't you hear the sound
It's time to put the oppressors down
So we can be free
So I can be me.

Longo/Camicia 1976
Reproduced by kind permission of Rocket Music
'B' side of 'Never Gonna Fall In Love (Again)' single

2-4-6-8 Motorway
Trucking along to the midway motorway station
Fairlane cruiser coming up on the lefthand side
Headlight shining, driving rain on the window frame
Little young Lady Stardust hitching a ride... and it's

2-4-6-8 ain't never too late
Me and my radio truckin' on thru the night
3-5-7-9 on a double white line
Motorway sun coming up with the morning light

Hey there crippleboy pretty on your two-wheel stallion
This ol' ten-ton lorry got a bead on you
Ain't no use setting up with a bad companion
Ain't nobody get the better of you-know-who

2-4-6-8 ain't never too late
Me and my radio truckin' on thru the night
3-5-7-9 on a double white line
Motorway sun coming up with the morning light

Well there ain't no route you could choose to lose the two of us
Ain't nobody know when you're acting right or wrong
No-one knows if a roadway's leading nowhere
Gonna keep on driving home on the road I'm on...

2-4-6-8 ain't never too late
Me and my radio truckin' on thru the night
3-5-7-9 on a double white line
Motorway sun coming up with the morning light

Get some protection
Everybody had to get protection
Get some protection
You'll never get ahead without protection

He had a half-inch barnet and Italian shades
Went jogging with the doberman every day
Had a West End attorney in a jacket and tie
And all the cops in his pocket that his money could buy
Sweet as razorblade, twice as cruel
Compromising as a paranoid mule
Warm and assuring as a sawn-off gun
He was Notting Hill's answer to Atilla the Hun

Get some protection
Everybody had to get protection
Get some protection
You'll never get ahead without protection

Well he got a bit cocky - so the story goes
And he ended up treading on too many toes
The Ali supermarkets they decided to fight
And the sons of Mohammed took him out that night
The police followed them to Acton Town
But a burnt BMW was all they found
Nobody testified, everyone
Was glad to see the back of him - Number One

Get some protection
Too bad he never had protection
Get some protection
You never get ahead without protection

They were cynical and ruthless
They'd manipulate the news
And smear or persecute the few
Who dared to leak the truth
Opponents had their phone tapped
And campaigners felt the heat
With terror suspects accidently
Gunned down in the street

But the radio and papers said
The same thing every day
The government is wonderful
The country's doing great
And if someone else was suffering
They'd got themselves to blame
Don't say if you were in our shoes
You wouldn't do the same
And say

We didn't know what was going on...
We didn't know what was going on...

From Tel Aviv to Capetown
From Shanghai to East Berlin
From Washington to Panama...
The years have come and been
From Delhi to Sri Lanka
From Whitehall to Coleraine
The times may be a-changing
But the story's still the same

Cos the radio and papers say
The same thing every day
The government is wonderful
The country's doing great;
And if someone else is suffering
They've got themselves to blame
Don't say now you are in our shoes
That you won't do the same
And say

We didn't know what was going on...
We didn't know what was going on...

Suits Me, Suits You
Meeting up in a timewarp
Dreaming pie in the sky
All too soon we change our tune
And don't see eye to eye
Raking over the embers
Trying to fan up a flame
Ten years on the heat has gone
But the sparks start flying again

I hoped we could live and let live
You soon shattered the spell
Looks like love is not enough
We know each other too well

Trust me... trust you
Trust me... trust you

One last chance to start over
A final bite at the cake
We made our stand, played our hand
But it's way too little too late
Too much suspicion and bitching
Too many wearying games
Time and tide have passed us by
While we drive each other insane

Same old arrogance on my side
Same old stupid mistakes
Same old jealousy on your side
Same old slap in the face

Trust me... trust you
Trust me... trust you

There's nothing that I could try to be or do
Would make my behaviour seem okay to you

Same old arrogant behaviour
Same old stupid mistakes...
Same old terror and resentment
Same unbelievable waste...

Trust me... trust you
Trust me... trust you

Original recording made for TRB TWO album at Rockfield Studios with producer Chris Thomas. Lyric never finished at the time and song was played live once at Reading Festival 1978 then abandoned. Backing track subsequently retrieved from EMI vaults at Abbey Road and completed by Tom. Mix by John Davis.