Альбом The Jam

I've got a pocket full of pretty green -
I'm gonna put it in the fruit machine -
I'm gonna put it in the juke box -
It's gonna play all the records in the hit parade -
This is the pretty green - this is society
You can't do nothing - unless it's in the pocket
- oh no -

I've got a pocket full of pretty green
I'm gonna give it to the man behind the counter
He's gonna give me food and water -
I'm gonna eat that and look for more -

And they didn't teach me that in school -
It's something that I learnt on my own -
That power is measured by the pound or the fist -
It's as clear as this oh -

I've got a pocket full of Pretty Green!

Oh baby I'm dreaming of Monday,

Oh baby when I see you again

Oh baby I'm dreaming of Monday, dreaming of Monday.

Oh baby I'm dreaming of Monday

Oh baby when I see you again

Oh baby say I'm dreaming of Monday.

Rainclouds came and stole my thunder

Left me barren like a desert

But a sunshine girl like you

It's worth going through

I will never be embarrassed about love again.

Oh baby I'm dreaming of Monday,

Oh baby when I see you again

Oh baby I'm dreaming of Monday, dreaming of Monday.

Oh baby I'm dreaming of Monday

Oh baby when I see you again

Oh baby say I'm dreaming of Monday.

Tortured winds that blew me over

When I start to think that I'm something special

They tell me that I'm not

And they're right and I'm glad and I'm not

I will never be embarrassed about love again.

Oh baby I'm dreaming of Monday,

Oh baby will I see you again

Oh baby I'm dreaming of Monday............

Picked you up and let you down and
I never said a word -
But I'm different now and I'm glad that you're my girl
Mess you 'round and upset you I
hurt you most of all -
But I'm different now and I'm glad that you're my girl

Fun lasts for seconds, love lasts for days but
But you can't have both -
And I'm different now but I'm glad that you're my girl

Because I know I done some things
That I should never have done
But I'm different now and I'm glad that you're my girl

I was in the pub last night
A mutual friend of ours said
He'd seen you in the uniform
Yeah the leather belt looks manly
The black boots butch
But oh what a bastard to get off

Promises, promises
They offer real solutions
But hatred has never won for long

You was so open minded
But by someone blinded
And now your sign says closed.

Promises, promises
They offer real solutions
But hatred has never won for long

I think we've lost our perception -
I think we've lost sight of the goals we should
be working for
I think we've lost our reason
We stumble blindly and that vision must be restored!

I wish that there was something
I could do about it
I wish that there was some way
I could try to fight it
Scream and shout it -

But something you said set the house ablaze!

It is called indoctrination
And it happens on all levels
But it has nothing to do with equality
It has nothing to do with democracy
And though it professes to
It has nothing to do with humanity
It is cold, hard and mechanical.

It's not important for you to know my name -
Nor I to know yours
If we communicate for two minutes only
It will be enough
For knowing that someone in this world
Feels as desperate as me -
And what you give is what you get.
It doesn't matter if we never meet again,
What we have said will always remain.
If we get through for two minutes only,
It will be a start!
For knowing that someone in this life,
Loves with a passion called hate
And what you give is what you get.
If I never ever see you -
If I never ever see you -
If I never ever see you - again.
And what you give is what you get!

A police car and a screaming siren -
A pnuematic drill and ripped up concrete -
A baby wailing and stray dog howling -
The screech of brakes and lamplights blinking -

that's entertainment.

that's entertainment.

A smash of glass and the rumble of boots -
An electric train and a ripped up 'phone booth -
Paint spattered walls and the cry of a tomcat -
Lights going out and a kick in the balls -

I say that's entertainment.

that's entertainment.

Days of speed and slow time Mondays -
Pissing down with rain on a boring Wednesday -
Watching the news and not eating your tea -
A freezing cold flat and damp on the walls -

I say that's entertainment.

that's entertainment.

Waking up at 6 a.m. on a cool warm morning -
Opening the windows and breathing in petrol -
An amateur band rehearsing in a nearby yard -
Watching the tele and thinking about your holidays -

that's entertainment.

that's entertainment.

Waking up from bad dreams and smoking cigarettes -
Cuddling a warm girl and smelling stale perfume -
A hot summers' day and sticky black tarmac -
Feeding ducks in the park and wishing you were faraway -

that's entertainment.

that's entertainment.

Two lovers kissing amongst the scream of midnight -
Two lovers missing the tranquility of solitude -
Getting a cab and travelling on buses -
Reading the grafitti about slashed seat affairs -

that's entertainment.

Streets I ran - this whole town -
Backstreets and all - I wanted to leave there.
But no matter how fast I ran, my feet were glued, I just couldn't move
there.
I saw the hate and lots of people
I heard my name called above the noise
I tried to speak but my tongue was tied
Bumped into emptiness and started to cry - oh no

I saw the lights and the pretty girls
And I thought to myself what a pretty world,
But there's something else here that puts me off.
And I'm so scared dear, my love comes in frozen packs,
Bought in a supermarket.

Streets I ran, through wind and rain,
Around this place amongst streaming sunshine.
Scared I was, sweating now.
Feeling of doom, my bowels turned to water.

I felt hot breath whisper in my ear,
I looked for somewhere to hide but everywhere's closed.
I shut my eyes pretend not to be here,
This feeling's much to real to ever disappear - oh no.

I saw the lights and the pretty girls
And I thought to myself what a pretty world,

But there's something else here that puts me off.
And I'm so scared dear, their hate comes in frozen packs,
Bought in a supermarket.

And I'm so scared dear -
My love comes in frozen packs

Puts up the closed sign does the man in the corner shop
Serves his last then he says goodbye to him
He knows it is a hard life
But its nice to be your own boss really
Walks off home does the last customer
He is jealous of the man in the corner shop
He is sick of working at the factory
Says it must be nice to be your own boss (really)

Sells cigars to the boss from the factory
He is jealous is the man in the corner shop
He is sick of struggling so hard
Says it might be nice to own a factory

Go to church do the people from the area
All shapes and classes sit and pray together
For here they are all one
For God created all men equal

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Boy About Town

See me walking around i'm the boy about town that you heard of
See me walking the streets i'm on top of the world that you heard

Oh like paper caught in wind
I glide upstreet, I glide downstreet
Oh and it won't let you go
Till you finally come to rest or someone picks you up
Upstreet downstreet and puts you in the bin

See me walking around i'm the boy about town that you heard of
See me walking the streets i'm on top of the world that you heard
Oh i'm sitting watching rainbows
And watching the people go crazy
Oh please leave me aside
I want to be a, I want to be,
I want to live in,
Upstreet downstreet like paper caught in wind
Upstreet downstreet it won't let you go

Na na na nah, na na na nah
Na na na na na na nah

Na na na nah, na na na nah
There's more than you can hope for in this world

Your twisted cynicism - makes me feel sick -
Your open disgust for 'Idealistic naive'
You've given up hope you're jaded and ill
The trouble is your thoughts a catching disease
Ooh - you need to get away -
Ooh - you need a change of pace -
Because you're all dried up and you don't believe
You reckon I'm dreaming when I say I still feel real
You say you work for yourself and its the only way
But I look at you talking and to me you just scrape away -

What makes once young minds get in this state,
Is it age or just the social climate
You're talking like some fucking hardend MP
You're saying power's all!
And it's power you NEED!

Ooh - you need to get away -
Ooh - you need a change of place -
Because you've given up on hope -
You're emotionless -
You've no need for love it's just hate, hate, hate.
But I look at you shaking and it is you -
who is scraping away

You who is scraping away
(la puissance c'est tout et c'est la puissance que tu as besoin)