Anne Neggen

I don't see the future, I feel it day to day
Dirty nights are passing by, I gotta learn to pay
Trucking down to London, gigs that never end
Foggy days and motorways will drive me round the bend

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Went to see my agent, natty looking gent
Dirty dates and dirty plays, I must be trucking bent
Only real solution, help me on my way
Close my eyes and visualise some peace to help me play

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When time is tight your look ain't right
And keeping time is an upward climb
P's and Q's just follow you
And all the time you feel the grime like hell

Creeping down the highway, feel like one per cent
May God make the papers say we're going where we'll win
We don't mind a work down when the night is through
Kids give us the feeling that we only give to you

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When time is tight your look ain't right
And keeping time is an upward climb
P's and Q's just follow you
And all the time you feel the grime like hell

If I Were Brittania, I'd Waive the Rules

Some people try to tell me that life is a joy
Others think I'm crazy when I say it's a toy
Only the lonely understand that it's true
Only Britannia has the right to waive the rules

Any man can realize that love is not a sin
All you do is shake it up and then you let it in
Any man can realize that life is just a toy
Take a chance and waive the rules
And make your time a joy

I met a woman the other day,
She told me that it was egg on my face
It was a certain disgrace, I can't take it no more
I'm just insisting I do understand,
I'll never be a part of the band
They start to teach you at school
If I were Britannia, I'd waive the rules

Temptation's on your mind,
It's gonna make your body high
Although you know it was only pride, but I paid

You'll earn your ticket out of rock and roll
But some are pulling you home
I take it that you don't know,
It's just a part of the show
They couldn't make me see why,
There ain't no blue in the sky
That's like they teach you at school

Temptation's on your mind,
It's gonna make your body high
Although you know it 's pride

If I were Britannia, I'd waive the rules

You've Open Doors

You're opening doors, I'm showing you mine
Kill some time, and taking our lifetime away
I know I feel lost following you
Holding the sign that promised
Room for another view

I never worry about the wind and rain
I never hurry it tell me you're the same
I couldn't live with a black tomorrow
And I'll be sure that it heard its name

Well you know the tale
I told you before
You're calling the shots
Making my reason fly out the door

Quactors and Bureaucrats

I don't want it honey you believe it
I don't need no quacktor to tell me why
I can't see it why do we believe it
I don't need no quacktor to tell me why
Taking all my money away,
But I don't understand what the bureaucats say

Keep up to my pace, crawling through the rat race
I don't need no quacktor to tell me why
Exploitation, inter city nation
We don't need the quacktor to tell us why

Oh working an assembly line
But the money we make is a bureaucats slime
Oh when I'm walking home
Got my heart in my mouth that it hurts me yeah
And I'm almost gone
I know a man he won't let me know

Extra extra read all about it
I don't need no quacktor to tell me why
They take the high road we take the no road
We cannot go back to tell us why

Singing on the radio waves
But the man in the box
He's talking no raise, so pay

I don't want it honey you believe it
I don't need no quacktor to tell me why, why
I can't see it why do we believe it
I don't need no quacktor to tell me why
Oh when I'm walking home
Got my heart in my mouth that it hurts me no
I'm almost gone
I know a man he don't let me know

Oh working an assembly line
But the money we make is a bureaucats slime
To me, to me
Oh, and what's cooking
Keep on looking
All the time

Sky High Percentage

Ten thousand men are waiting to take the place of you
Much money to be made, they're exchanging point of view
Baby I don't need the action, show me the way to the door
Always a sky high percentage, why do I come back for more
Love is the reason they ain't got no place in with me.

Life is a game of chess boy, you're just another pawn
Homebreakers claw your heart out
They hide with curtains drawn
Baby I don't need the action, show me the way to the door
Always a sky high percentage, why do I come back for more
I'm just protesting 'cause people keep messing me round

You keep your eyelids open, don't ever be forlorn
'Cause if the money's coming, your battle chips are down
Baby I don't need the action, show me the way to the door
Always a sky high percentage, why do I come back for more
Love has been wasted it should have been tasted by you

Love has been wasted time and time again

Over and over
Baby I don't need the action, show me the way to the door
Always a sky high percentage, why do I come back for more
I got the notion that love is an ocean of weeds

Ten thousand men are waiting to take the place of you
Much money to be made, they're exchanging point of view
I've got a piece of the action, don't need a key to the door
I'm on a sky high persuader why did you come back for more
Love is the reason you ain't got no place in with me

Love has been wasted

Heaven Knows Our Name

Heaven knows your name
Like the river it flows through my veins
Children speak the same
As the voice, that I hear plays its game
But I know, I know that they'll know
That the man in the moon
Has a traveling tune

Heaven has its face
As the thought in my head takes its place
You seek it and you will find
That people might say you were blind
But they know, they know that I know
Like the sun and the moon
I'll be traveling soon

Heaven has no doors
Just the thought in my head and it's cold
And the voice that we hear
Says the words that are close to my ears
I'll know, I'll know that they'll know
Like the sun and the moon
I'll be traveling soon

Black Velvet Stallion

Black velvet stallion, you are gone
Chasing a windsong, be my son
Always here wondering
Hoof beats are thundering through me
Maybe you're running from me

Black velvet stallion are you near
Carry me far away from my fear
Son of an Arab mare
Roaming on solid air and free
While you are living be free

Black velvet stallion be alone
Send me a messenger call me home
Pictures and silhouettes
Spending a pirouette on me
Maybe you're coming to me

Black velvet stallion you're my child
Flower of tenderness growing wild
Look through my wilderness
No one would ever guess you're me
What I am seeing is me