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10cc: Rubber Bullets
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10cc |
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Rubber
Bullets |
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1970.01.01 |
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EMI Records Ltd. |
| Time: |
40:02 |
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| Category: |
Pop/Rock |
| Rating: |
*******... (7/10) |
| Media type: |
CD - regular |
| Purchase
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1998.01.23 |
| Price in €: |
7,19 |
| Web address: |
www.10cc.com |
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[1] Rubber Bullets (Godley/Creme/Gouldman) - 5:14
[2] Donna (Godley/Creme) - 2:53
[3] Speed kills (Godley/Creme) - 3:48
[4] Ships don't disappear in the night [do they?] (Godley/Creme) - 3:04
[5] The Dean and I (Godley/Creme) - 3:02
[6] The Wall Street shuffle (Stewart/Gouldman) - 3:51
[7] Silly love (Creme/Stewart) - 3:58
[8] Old wild man (Godley/Creme) - 3:18
[9] Somewhere in Hollywood (Godley/Creme) - 6:38
[10] Good morning Jugde (Stewart/Gouldman) - 2:52
[11] Dreadlock hooliday (Stewart/Gouldman) - 4:48
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r t i s t s , P e r s o n n e l |
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ERIC STEWART - Vocals, Guitar, Keyboards
LOL CREME - Vocals, Guitar, Keyboards
GRAHAM GOULDMAN - Vocals, Bass, Guitar
KEVIN GODLEY - Vocals, Drums, Percussion
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o m m e n t s , N o t e s |
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This Brit-art pop group emerged in
the early 70s when four seasoned, Manchester popsters Graham Gouldman,
Eric Stewart, Kevin Godley and Lol Creme agreed to cut a novelty tune
(the 50s send up 'Donna') for pop impresario Jonathan King's new record
label. Smooth, harmony laden vocals which recalled The Beach Boys and
The Beatles over bouncy pop melodies as infectious as anything from the
60s were the hallmarks of their eponymous debut. The less commercial
art-pop leanings of Godley and Creme resulted in them splitting from
the group shortly after the band's world-wide hit "I'm Not in Love"
Stewart and Gouldman have continued the group off and on since their
departure with occasional support from Andrew Gold. 1995's Mirror,
Mirror is their most recent release. See also: Godley and Creme, Graham
Gouldman, The Mindbenders.
James K. Cribb
Rubber Bullets
I went to a party at the local county jail
All the cons were dancing and the band began to wail
But the guys were indiscrete
They were brawlin' in the street
At the local dance at the local county jail
Well the band were playing
and the booze began to flow
But the sound came over on the police car radio
Down at precinct 49
Having a tear-gas of a time
Sergeant Baker got a call from the governor of the county jail
Load up, load up, load up with Rubber Bullets
Load up, load up, load up with Rubber Bullets
I love to hear those convicts squeal
It's a shame these slugs ain't real
But we can't have dancin' at the local county pen
Sergeant Baker and his men made a beeline for the jail
And for miles around you could hear the sirens wail
There's a rumor goin' round death row
That a fuse is gonna blow
At the local hop at the local county jail
Sergeant Baker started talkin' with a bullhorn in his hand
He was cool, he was clear, he was always in command
He said "blood will flow here, Padre. Padre you talk to your boys..."
"Trust in me - God will come to set you free..."
Well we don't understand why you called in the National Guard
When Uncle Sam is the one who belongs in the exercise yard
We all got balls and brains - but some's got balls and chains
At the local dance at the local county jail
Load up, load up, load up with Rubber Bullets
Load up, load up, load up with Rubber Bullets
Is it really such a crime for a guy to spend his time
At the local dance at the local county jail
At the local dance at the local county jail
Whatcha gonna do about it whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do about it whatcha gonna do?
Donna
Oh Donna
You made me stand up
You made me sit down
Donna Sit down
Donna
Sit down
You made me stand up
Donna waiting by the telephone
Donna waiting for the phone to ring
Oh Donna
You make me break up
You make me breakdown
Donna Break down Donna
Break down
You make me break up
Meanwhile waiting by the telephone
Donna is waiting for the phone to ring
Hello darling
Yes I love you darling
Yes I love you
Oh Donna
You made me stand up
You made me sit down
Donna Sit down
Donna
Sit down
You made me stand up
Donna I'd stand on my head for you
Oh my love my own one
Oh my love my own one
Donna waiting by the telephone
Donna waiting for the phone to ring
Oh Donna
Oh Donna
Oh Donna
Oh Donna
Donna I love you
Speed Kills
One fine day
I started writing home
One finds
It's so hard
To make it
It's gotta be the right time
It's gotta be the right kind line
It's gotta be the mainline
It's gotta be
It better be
So let it be
One fine day
Ships Don't Disappear in the Night (Do They?)
Ships don't just disappear in the night
Do they?
People don't really die of fright
Do they?
We all know it just ain't so
So don't be afraid when the table shakes
Don't you
Don't be amazed when your shadow quakes
Don't you
Start to pray they'll go away
And then they can't do nothing to ya
They can't do nothing to ya
They just keep walking through ya
Better be nice to Vincent Price
Forces at work that we don't understand
Are they?
So don't get the shits if it touches your hand
Don't you
Poltergeists can be so nice
Better be nice to Vincent Price
What's that noise comin' up from the cellar?
What's it?
It's the restless bones of Boris and Bela
Boris and Bela
Don't go down, they're still around
But then they can't do nothing to ya
They can't do nothing to ya
They just keep walking through ya
And then they can't do nothin' to ya
They can't do nothin' to ya
They just keep walkin' through ya
The Dean and I
Hum drum days
And a hum drum ways
Hey kids, let me tell you how I met your mom
We were dancin' and romancin' at the Senior Prom
It was no infatuation
But a gradual graduation
From a boy to a man
Let me tell you while I can
The soda pop came free
Hey sis one kiss and I was heaven bound
Now who would have guessed
Milton's Paradise Lost
Could be found?
But in the eyes of the Dean his daughter
Was doin' what she shouldn'a oughta
But a man's got to do
What a man's got to do
The consequence should be
Church bells, three swells,
The Dean, his daughter, and me
They were dating in the park
They were smooching in the dark
Of a doorway for two
She whispered "I love you -
Ooh, you know I never felt this way before
Ooh, you know the elevator in my heart
Has gone awol awol awol"
And then I kissed her
And when I kissed her
It's a wonderful world
When you're rolling in kisses
Now, the paint is peeling
Now, and when the chips are dowin
Now, you kinda lose all feeling
Now, your head goes round and round
Round and round and round and round
And round and round and round
I'm throwing myself off this train
Hum drum days
And a hum drum ways
Hum drum days
And a hum drum ways
Hum drum days, he's got
Hum drum ways, oh boy
Hey, you know I'm really earning now
My ship came in with a cargo of dollars
My name's lit up on the prow
It's a wonderful world
When you're rolling in dollars
Rolling in dollars
Rolling in dollars
Now
The Wall Street Shuffle
Do the Wall Street shuffle
Hear the money rustle
Watch the greenbacks tumble
Feel the sterling crumble
You need a yen to make mark
If vou wanna make money
You'll need the luck to make a buck
If you wanna be a Getty
Rothschild
You've gotta be cool on Wall Street
You've gotta be cool on Wall Street
When your index is low
Dow Jones ain't got time for the bums
They wind up on skid row with holes in their pockets
They plead with you, buddy can you spare a dime
But you ain't got the time
Doin' the
Doin' the
Oh Howard Hughes, did vour money make you better
Are you waiting for the hour when you can screw me
'Cause you're big enough
To do the Wall Street shuffle
Let your money hustle
Bet you'd sell your mother
You can't buy another
Doin' the
Doin' the
You buy and sell
You wheel and deal
But you're living on instinct
You get a tip
You follow it
And you make a big killing
On Wall Street
Silly Love
Hey, toots, you put the life into living
You brought the sigh into sight
Ah, hon, you make my legs turn to water
You bring the stars out at night
But they ain't half so bright
As your eyes
Gee whiz you take the beauty out of beautiful
You play the strings of my heart
Oh, babe, you take the wonder out of wonderful
Oh my, oh my, and my, if you were mine
The rain would turn to sweet sweet wine
Well he's been up all night
Breakin' his head in two to write
A little sonnet for his chickadee
But between you and me
I think its sssssilly
Silly
Oh, treas, you got a smile like a Rembrandt
Aha, you got the style of a queen
Oh, dear, you are the petal of a rosebud
And next to you all the others could be weeds
You're the only one my garden needs
Ooh, you know the art of conversation
Must be dying
Ooh, when a romance depends on
Cliches, and toupes and threepes
We're up to here with moonin' and junin'
If you wanna sound sincere
Don't rely on Crosby's croonin'
Take a little time
Make up your own rhyme
Don't rely on mine, cos' its
Sssssilly - silly - silly - silly
Old Wild Men
Where are my boys?
They are in deepest water
Where are they now?
They are over the hill and far away
But they are broken men, who lie low
Waiting for miracles
Old men of rock and roll
Came bearing music
Where are they now?
They are over the hills and far away
But they're still gonna play guitars
On dead strings
And old drums
They'll play and pay to pass the time
The old wild men
The old wild men
The old wild men
Waiting for miracles
Lord have mercy upon the many
Lord have mercy upon the few
Lord have mercy upon the many
Lord have mercy on me
And on you
Somewhere in Hollywood
Down on the casting couch
A star is gonna be born
A star with the stature of a Harlow
Who's doomed
And groomed to enrapture
All her co-stars
And stunt men
Co-stars
Let there be lights
Action
Sound
Lights...
Action...
Sound...
Roll 'em
Out in the mezzanine
On the arm of a dumb marine
Her beauty looks out like a trailer
Norman Mailer
Waits to nail her
He's under the bed
And he's waiting for her to be dead
He's out on the patio
With his polaroid and scenario
And he's armed and he's dangerously
Close was the weather
When I was a kid
She gave me a feather from her gown
To cool me down
And I was the galley slave
Who lost his heart when the ship went down
Lights...
Action...
Sound...
Roll 'em
I had a part in the talkies
When you were a little girl
I've taken Lassie for walkies
When she was the pup that vaudeville threw up
And destiny led her
Hand in paw to
Somewhere in Hollywood
That's crazy
A dog up in Beverly Hills
Crazy
Crazy
You better lie low
Good Morning Judge
Well good morning Judge, how are you today
I'm in trouble, please put me away
A pretty thing took a shine to me
I couldn't stop her so I let it be
I couldn't stop her so I let it be
I couldn't stop her so I let it be
I couldn't stop her so I let it be
He didn't do it, he wasn't there
He didn't want it, he wouldn't dare
Well good morning Judge, yes I'm back again
I'm in trouble, so it's back to the pen
I found a car but I couldn't pay
I fell in love and I drove it away
I fell in love and I drove it away
I fell in love and I drove it away
I fell in love and I drove it away
He didn't do it, he wasn't there
He didn't want it, he wouldn't dare
I didn't do it, I wasn't there
I didn't want it, I wouldn't dare
Alcatraz is like a home sweet home
I'm so wanted and I'm never alone
San Quentin is the place to be
I'm so happy I don't wanna be free
So happy I don't wanna be free
So happy I don't wanna be free
So happy I don't wanna be free
Dreadlock Holiday
I was walkin' down the street,
concentratin' on truckin' right
I heard a dark voice beside of me,
And I looked 'round in a state of fright.
I saw four faces, one mad; a brother from the gutter.
They looked me up and down a bit and turned to each other.
I say, I don't like cricket, oh no, I love it.
I don't like cricket, oh no, I love it.
Don't you walk through my words. You got to show some respect.
Don't you walk through my words, Cause you ain't heard me out yet.
Well, he looked down on my silver chain.
He said: 'I'll give you one dollar'.
I said: 'You've got to be jokin', man,
It was a present from me mother'
He said: 'I like it, I want it, I'll take it off your hands,
And you'll be sorry you crossed me,
You better understand
That you're alone (a long way from home).
And I say, I don't like Reggae, oh no, I love it.
I don't like Reggae, oh no, I love it.
Don't you cramp me style, Don't you queer me pitch.
Don't you walk through my words, 'Cause you ain't heard me out yet.
I hurried back to the swimming pool,
sinkin' Pina Colarda.
I heard a dark voice beside me say
'Would you like something harder ?'
She said: 'I've got it, you want it, my harvest is the best,
And if you try it, You'll like it and whollow in a Dreadlock holiday.
And I say, don't like Jamaica, oh no, I love her.
Don't like Jamaica, oh no, I love her, oh yea
Don't you walk through her words. You got to show some respect.
Don't you walk through her words, 'Cause you ain't heard me out yet.
I don't like cricket, oh no, I love it (Dreadlock holiday)
I don't like Reggae, oh no, I love it (Dreadlock holiday)
I don't like Jamaica, oh no, I love her (Dreadlock holiday)
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