Chant No
1 (I Don’t Need This Pressure On)
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Thank you for coming home
I’m sorry that the chairs are all worn
I left them here I could have sworn
These are my salad days
Slowly being eaten away
Just another Play For Today
Oh but I’m proud of you, but I’m proud of you
There’s nothing left to make me feel small
Luck has left me standing so tall
Gold
Always believe in your soul
You’ve got the power to know
You’re indestructible
Always believe in, because you are
Gold
Glad that you’re bound to return
There’s something I could have learned
You’re indestructible, always believe in
After the rush has gone
I hope you find a little more time
Remember we were partners in crime
It’s only two years ago
The man with the suit and the pace
You know that he was there on the case
Now he’s in love with you, he’s in love with you
And my love is like a high prison wall
But you could leave me standing so tall
Gold
Always believe in your soul
You’ve got the power to know
You’re indestructible
Always believe in, because you are
Gold
Glad that you’re bound to return
There’s something I could have learned
You’re indestructible, always believe in
ã1983 Gary kemp published by Reformation Publishing Ltd
Changing her colours she’s off to the shore
She rides the soul train and he fights the law
There’s power in his voice and it make her feel so sure
So live and let live in love
One day he’ll build a statue with his hands
So gentle when he tries to understand
This subterfuge he never really planned
Now you’re living in the lifeline
Exchanging their letters their exits begun
With deathless precision he’s aiming his gun
A democracy of sorts that justifies the sum
So live and let die in love
Neither has a ghost of a chance
Those decisions only can be made once
You never really know just what you’re giving
Till you’re living in the lifeline
He could have built a statue with his hands
So gentle when he tries to understand
You never really know just what you’re giving
Till you’re living in the lifeline
So live and let live in love…
ã1982 Gary Kemp published by Reformation Publishing Ltd
I don’t have to be so wise,
You’re just my fantasy,
And I will fantasize,
Something more or less to make things started,
We’re the artisans,
And we’ve been crafted.
I wanna be your magical mystery
I wanna be your final history;
This is the news.
Nothings ever been so wild,
All that I get to do
Is what I give to you.
This is all about the circles we’ve found
And through the ups and downs
It goes round
Oh, I was just beginning to grow strong,
She was only eighteen summers long;
We were the news.
Round and round it goes,
And oh, don’t you know,
This is the game that we came here for
Round and round it goes
And oh, don’t you know
I don’t have to be so wise,
You’re just my fantasy,
And I will fantasize,
Something more or less to make things started,
We’re the artisans,
And we’ve been crafted.
I wanna be your magical mystery
I wanna be your final history;
This is the news.
Round and round it goes,
And oh, don’t you know,
This is the game that we came here for
Round and round it goes
And oh, don’t you know
This is the game that we came here for
Round and round it goes,
And oh, don’t you know,
This is the game that we came here for
Round and round it goes
And oh, don’t you know
You’re just my fantasy,
And I will fantasize
I wanna be your magical mystery
I wanna be your final history;
This is the news.
This is the news of my life
Oh, I was just beginning to grow strong,
She was only eighteen summers long;
We were the news.
We were the news
We were the news
Round and round it goes,
And oh, don’t you know,
This is the game that we came here for
Round and round it goes
And oh, don’t you know
Round and round it goes,
And oh, don’t you know,
This is the game that we came here for
Round and round it goes
And oh, don’t you know
Round and round it goes
ã1984 Gary kemp published by Reformation Publishing Ltd
Laying
in the afterglow,
I
only want to learn what you know;
But
now you’re leaving
How
many hearts must you break?
How
many calls must I make?
But
now you’re leaving.
In
this world, all that I choose has come unbearable.
But
love is in your touch, oh, it’s killing me so much
Only
when you leave, I’ll need to love you
And
when the action has all gone,
I’m
just a little fool enough to need you,
Fool
enough too long
Only
when you leave, you’ll leave in danger,
Oh,
I’ll make sure that you pay
So
give a little passion to a stranger,
And
take this soul away.
I
only want to make things last,
So
how could this have gone so fast;
And
now you’re leaving.
How
many times must I learn
It’s
only when you’ve gone that I burn;
Now
you’re leaving.
In
the end, all that is left has become unbearable.
It’s
hard to change your mind, so leave it all behind.
Only
when you leave, I’ll need to love you
And
when the action has all gone,
I’m
just a little fool enough to need you,
Fool
enough too long
Only
when you leave, you’ll leave in danger,
Oh,
I’ll make sure that you pay
So
give a little passion to a stranger,
And
take this soul away.
Laying
in the afterglow,
I
only want to learn what you know;
But
now you’re leaving
How
many hearts must you break?
How
many calls must I make?
But
now you’re leaving.
In
this world, all that I choose has come unbearable.
But
love is in your touch, Oh, it’s killing me so much
Only
when you leave, I’ll need to love you
And
when the action has all gone,
I’m
just a little fool enough to need you,
Fool
enough too long
Only
when you leave You’ll leave in danger,
Oh,
I’ll make sure that you pay
So
give a little passion to a stranger,
And
take this soul away.
No,
no, no, no
ã1984 Gary kemp published by
Reformation Publishing Ltd
Cheap bed, in the red
Sleep the words out of your head
Cold floor, nice and raw
Eat the meat that’s on the floor
High tide, some disguise
Loving makes the cream taste nice
New shore, final score
Fresh demand, I’m wanting more
This might not last too long
So always take it
This might not last too long
So take it
Reasons, reasons were here from the start
It’s my instinction, it’s my instinction
Reasons, reasons are part of the art
It’s my instinction, it’s my instinction
You cry justify
But deep beneath the feelings lie
Photo, looking old
Memory makes the day feel cold
They’ve gone, sing your song
Walk the flow, ah, too slow
Post boom, second doom
Stealing cake to eat the moon
This might not last too long
So always take it
This might not last too long
So take it
Reasons, reasons were here from the start
It’s my instinction, it’s my instinction
Reasons, reasons are part of the art
It’s my instinction, it’s my instinction
Stealing cake to eat the moon
ã1982 Gary Kemp published by Reformation Publishing Ltd
This is the song of little Jo,
She’s not the girl I used to know
Forever screaming all the day and night.
She used to be a diplomat,
But now she’s down the Laundromat,
They washed her mind and now she finds it hard.
I know her name,
But now she never seems the same.
She don’t talk to me,
Cause she can’t take no sympathy.
Because she’s highly strung,
Highly strung, she’s undone
Highly strung
Highly strung, she’s undone
She’s stepping out upon the ledge,
She’s got a gun against her head,
She’s wired up to blow the power lines.
She’s walking out upon the knife
She’s take you to the edge of life
Just like the song, the pressures on again.
I know her name,
But now she never seems the same.
She don’t talk to me,
Cause she can’t take no sympathy
Because she’s highly strung,
Highly strung, she’s undone
Highly strung
Highly strung, she’s undone
ã1984 Gary kemp published by Reformation Publishing Ltd
So true
Funny how it seems
Always in time
But never in line for dreams
Head over heels, when toe to toe
This is the sound of my soul, this is the sound
I bought a ticket to the world
But now I’ve come back again
Why do I find it hard to write the next line
When I want the truth to be said
I know this much is true
With a thrill in my head
And a pill on my tongue
Dissolve the nerves that have just begun
Listening to Marvin all night long
This is the sound of my soul, this is the sound
Always slipping from my hands
Sand’s a time of it’s own
Take your seaside arms and write the next line
Oh I want the truth to be known
ã1983 Gary kemp published by Reformation Publishing Ltd
Communication always leaves me incomplete
The grass is greener but it’s grown beneath my feet
Love inspiration is
a message on a wing
But I have left it in the words you’ll never sing
Communication let me down
And I’m left here
Communication let me down
And I’m left here
Again
Telex or tell me but it’s always second hand
I’m incognito but no rendezvous been planned
Dictate or relay I could send it to your home
“Return to sender” I could sing it down the phone
I’m sitting by the telephone
Waiting for the bell to ring
Short changed fumble
Dial-a-heart trouble
And I ain’t got time for searching through the rubble
Communication let me down
And I’m left here
Communication let me down
And I’m left here
Again
ã1983 Gary Kemp published by Reformation Publishing Ltd
Passion take the wind
And break me from this tie.
We’re mortals on the earth
But god’s up in the sky.
I haven’t got a clue. I haven’t got a thing
But what I give to you, is all that I could bring.
I’ll give you all my time. That’s everything to me
You know my only crime. Is this flight of fantasy
Because there’s nothing else here for you
And just because it’s easier than the truth
Oh, if there’s nothing else that I can do
I’ll fly for you
Because I’ve nothing else here for you
And just because it’s easier than the truth
Oh, if there’s nothing else that I can do
I’ll fly for you
Passion take the wind
And break me from this tie.
We’re mortals on the earth
But god’s up in the sky.
I haven’t got a clue
I haven’t got a thing
But what I give to you
Is all that I could bring whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Because there’s nothing else here for you
And just because it’s easier than the truth
Oh, if there’s nothing else that I can do
I’ll fly for you
Because I’ve nothing else here for you
And just because it’s easier than the truth
Oh, if there’s nothing else that I can do
I’ll fly for you, I’ll fly for you, I’ll fly
I’m just an average boy,
You’re more than average, girl,
And when you sing to me
The shoo-bee-doo’s you sing so well.
Oh, don’t you know that when I’m under you
I’m overjoyed
Because there’s nothing else here for you
And just because it’s easier than the truth
Oh, if there’s nothing else that I can do
I’ll fly for you
Because I’ve nothing else here for you
And just because it’s easier than the truth
Oh, if there’s nothing else that I can do
I’ll fly for you, I’ll fly for you, I’ll fly for you
I’ll fly…
ã1984 Gary kemp published by Reformation Publishing Ltd
Soldier is turning
See him through white light
Running from strangers
See you in the valley
War upon war
Heat upon heat
To cut a long story short I lost my mind
Sitting on a park bench
Years away from fighting
To cut a long story short I lost my mind
Standing in the dark
I was waiting for the man to come
I am beautiful and clean
And so very, very young
To be standing in the street
To be taken by someone
Standing in the dark
I was waiting for the man to come
I am beautiful and clean
And so very, very young
To be standing in the street
To be taken by someone
Questions, questions
Give me no answers
That’s all they ever give me
Questions, questions
‘Oh look at the strange boy
He finds it hard existing’
To cut a long story short I lost my M-I-N-D
ã1980 Gary Kemp published by Reformation Publishing Ltd
Chant No 1 (I Don’t Need This Pressure On)
I check the time, it’s almost time
A curious smell, an intangible crime
I’m washing my clothes, but the stain still grows
Cover your eyes, the stain still shows
I feel the graze against my skin
I feel the graze against my skin
I know this feeling is a lie
I know this feeling is a lie
There’s a guilt within my mind
There’s a guilt within my mind
I know this feeling is a lie
I know this feeling is a lie
I don’t need this pressure on
I don’t need this pressure on
I don’t need this pressure on
I don’t need this pressure on
I don’t need this pressure on
I don’t need this pressure on
Oh I should question not ignore
Oh I should question not ignore
Songs are always buried deep
Songs are always buried deep
There’s a lion in my arms there is motion in my arms
Oh I should question not ignore
I should believe and not ignore
I don’t need this pressure on
You go down, down, down
Pass the talk of the town
You go down Greek street
Then it’s underground
Well it’s Soho life
For this mobile knife
It’s the place to shoot
Friday night ‘Beat Route’
ã1981 Gary Kemp published by Reformation Publishing. Ltd
She ran the risk from unity
Obsession dies alone with tragedy
She loved like diamond
She loved like diamond
And cut so hard
She died
A passion course that leads to pain
An acid taste that laced her soul again
She loved like diamond