Альбом Simply Red

Words Mick Hucknall Music Mick Hucknall & Fritz McIntyre

Come to my aid, you're sweet as everything
Come to my aid, I'd give you anything
I feel so betrayed by a people I love
Come to my aid, it's you I'm thinking of

Prouder than wild, sad enough to sing
Come to my aid and care for social living

Chorus:
Why are we liable to die for survival
Why is our nation divided?
Come to my aid (repeat)

In the poverty stakes see just what it means
When welfare decimates you'd better care
About your fellow people

Chorus:
Why are we liable to die for survival
Why is our nation divided?
Come to my aid (repeat)

Come on board!

Words and music Mick Hucknall

I walk on stone, it leads me home
We don't have streets, just pure concrete
I'm not glad when I get home
I'm sad old red, I don't wanna be alone

I go whiter in the face, my feet begin to shake 
I go upstairs to that heavenly place 
I'm not glad when I get home 
I'm sad old red, I don't wanna be alone

Chorus:
Sad old red, sat at home
Sad old red, living on his own
Sad old red, sat at home
Sad old red, let me take you home

It's a cubic room, two holes peep through
Shadows on the wall of trees so tall
I think of her again, the joy she used to bring
Lay there in bed, two words she said
She said "oh red" (repeat)

Sad old red, that's what I am
All the time, every night
Sad old red

Words and music Mick Hucknall

Right from the start you tried to hurt me
But look at you now, behaving like a fool
A long time ago you treated me so mean but

Chorus:
Look at you now
Look at you now

You threw me away like litter in the gutter
I had to pick myself up and find something better

Chorus:
Look at you now
Look at you now

I looked so hard, I'm looking hard now
Looking at your head

Don't talk about birthdays, that don't mean a thing to me
Don't throw it in my face, it's too sweet to sting

Chorus:
Look at you now
Look at you now

I kept on looking hard (repeat)
Looking at your head. Head!!!

Words and music Byrne/Harrison

Ev'ryone is trying to get to the bar
The name of the bar
The bar is called heaven
The band in heaven
They play my fav'rite song
They play it once again
They play it all night long

Chorus:
Heaven
Heaven is a place
A place where nothing
Nothing ever happens
Heaven
Heaven is a place
A place where nothing
Nothing ever happens

There is a party, everyone is there
Everyone will leave at exactly the same time
It's hard to imagine that nothing at all
Could be so exciting, could be so much fun

Chorus:
Heaven
Heaven is a place
A place where nothing
Nothing ever happens
Heaven
Heaven is a place
A place where nothing
Nothing ever happens

When this kiss is over it will start again
It will not be any different, it will be exactly the same
It's hard to imagine that nothing at all
Could be so exciting, could be so much fun

Chorus:
Heaven
Heaven is a place
A place where nothing
Nothing ever happens

Words and music Mick Hucknall

Listen boy, I'll tell you a thing
I'll make you a career in the business I'm in
I'll make you rich, I'll make you a toy
I'll make you turn over into my little boy
Y'see I'm going somewhere
I don't know what I'm gonna do when I get there
I know money's a thing - your only inspiration
And your only meaning
You must think that all I do
Is spend my time making pretty pictures of you
You can fall when I will climb
But I'll be falling over just by having you in my mind

1st chorus
Mend that fight - oh listen to them
Kickin' up a ball inside a jericho wall
Mend that fight - it's all twisted through them
If you ain't rich then you won't go to the ball

Having mercy and licking up love
And moving through your ocean like I've never had enough
Y'see you ain't all I want
You're everything and more that I have ever hoped for
You must think that all I do
Is spend my time making pretty pictures of you
You can fall when I will climb
But I'll be falling over just by having you in my mind

1st chorus
Mend that fight - oh listen to them
Kickin' up a ball inside a jericho wall
Mend that fight - it's all twisted through them
I'm rich, you ain't, so you won't go to the ball

2nd chorus
You won't go to the ball
You won't go to the ball
You won't go, you won't go
You won't go to the ball
(repeat)

You must think that all I do
Is spend my time making pretty pictures of you
You can fall when I will climb
But I'll be falling over just by having you in my mind

1st chorus
Mend that fight - oh listen to them
Kickin' up a ball outside a no. 10 wall
Mend that fight - it's all twisted through them
I'm rich, you ain't, so you won't go to the ball
No more!

2nd chorus
You won't go to the ball
You won't go to the ball
You won't go, you won't go
You won't go to the ball
(repeat)

Outro:
Yeah, if you ain't got nothing
You'll never go there
(repeat)
I tried to make you see
I tell you I'd had enough
Money was a thing, money was a thing
Money was a thing that I believed in
(repeat)

Words and music John & William Valentine

I been laid off from work
My rent is due
My kids all need
Brand new shoes

So I went to the bank
To see what they could do
They said son - looks like bad luck
Got-a hold on you

Chorus:
Money's too tight to mention
I can't get an un-em-ploy-ment ex-ten-sion
Money's too tight to mention

I went to my brother
To see what he could do -
He said bro-ther like to help you
But I'm unable to
So I called on my fa-ther fa-ther
Oh my fa-ther
He said

Chorus:
Money's too tight to mention
Oh mo-ney mo-ney mo-ney mon-ey
Mo-ney's too tight to mention
I can't even qual-i-fy for my pension

We talk a-bout rea-gan-on-ics
Oh lord down in the con-gress
They're passing all kinds - of bills
From down cap-it-ol hill - (we've tried them)

Chorus:
Money's too tight to mention
(spoken) cut-back!
Mo-ney mo-ney mo-ney mon-ey
We're talk-in' a-bout mon-ey mon-ey
We're talk-in' a-bout mon-ey mon-ey
We're talk-in' 'bout the dollar bill
Now what are we all to do
When the mon-ey's got a hold on you?
Mo-ney's too tight to mention
Oh mon-ey mon-ey mon-ey mon-ey
Mo-ney's too tight to mention
A-mero - mon-ey oh yeah
We're talk-in' a-bout mon-ey mon-ey
We're talk-in' a-bout mon-ey mon-ey
We're talk-in' a-bout mon-ey mon-ey
We're talk-in' a-bout mon-ey mon-ey…..

Words Mick Hucknall Music Mick Hucknall & Neil Moss

Holding back the years
Thinking of the fear I've had so long
When somebody hears
Listen to the fear that's gone
Strangled by the wishes of pater
Hoping for the arms of mater
Get to me the sooner or later

Holding back the years
Chance for me to escape from all I've known
Holding back the tears
Cause nothing here has grown
I've wasted all my tears
Wasted all those years
And nothing had the chance to be good
Nothing ever could yeah

I'll keep holding on
I'll keep holding on
I'll keep holding on
I'll keep holding on
So tight

I've wasted all my tears
Wasted all of those years
And nothing had the chance to be good
Cause nothing ever could oh yeah

I'll keep holding on
I'll keep holding on
I'll keep holding on
I'll keep holding on
Holding, holding, holding

That's all I have today
It's all I have to say

Words and music Mick Hucknall

Why don't you look at the price I'm paying
Walk in, take a look inside
I've moved back the tables and the chairs to the wall
The valuable thing I've had to hide

Open up the red box
Come on open it up
Open up the red box
Come on open it up

Peer in, looking for that crasher again
You ruined Terry's party last night
An overweight greasy little man with a mouth
That opens more than now and again

Open up the red box
Come on open it up
Open up the red box
Come on open it up

Something good must have happened to you
If you would let it happen to you
If you could let it happen to you
Something good would have happened

Lopez I hate you for the state you're in
Lopez your hair it washes out, it washes in
You ropey little fat boy Lopez
Come on get lost

Open up the red box
Come on open it up
Open up the red box
Come on open it up

Something good must have happened to you
If you would let it happen to you
If you could let it happen to you
Something good would have happened

I'm out of my head

Words Mick Hucknall Music Mick Hucknall & Dave Fryman

Singing hymns on roads and pavements
Hungry jims, no-one saves them
Walkin' north, talkin' south
With firm intention
And I don't know what I'm talking about
It's firm intention

Chorus:
In this dreary life, with no direction
What this cause says about my life
And no direction. No direction!!!

To enter a place like an alien
To leave a place like an alien
What's this calling? What's this calling?
Firm intention
Better feel it, better believe it
Firm intention

Chorus:
In this dreary life, with no direction
What this cause says about my life
And no direction. No direction!!!

Watch that feeling, watch that feeling
Or I'll grab it, or I'll grab it
Watch that feeling, watch that feeling
Or I'll grab it, or I'll grab it

Chorus:
In this dreary life, with no direction
What this cause says about my life
And no direction.

No direction!!!

Words Mick Hucknall Music Mick Hucknall & Fritz Mcintyre

Many types came to see the picture
Many types came to see the picture
Only he had the right to come
Only he is long gone

Will or win or wicked it's written in it
(repeat)

Quivering in mutual aggression
Women sing remembering affection
Only he had the right to come
Only he is long gone

Will or win or wicked it's written in it
(repeat)

Chorus:
Here by the side of the book
(we beseech thee, we beseech thee)
Here by the side of piero's spirit