Back Again (Try…)
Safe In The Light
All I Want Is You
Somebody told me
Just the other day
That you’re leaving me
We’re through
Well if you knew
How it hurt me so
Then you’d change your mind
I’m sure
Don’t want to hear
What’s going on
I don’t care
What’s new
Don’t want to know
About anything
Cause all I want
Is you
Going out with other girls
Was always such a bore
But since I fell in love with you
I need you more and more
Don’t want to know
About one-night-stands
Cut-price souvenirs
All I want is
The real thing
And a night that lasts
For years.
If you ever change your mind
I’ve a certain cure
An old refrain, it lingers on
L’amour, toujours l’amour
Don’t want to learn
About etiquette
From glossy magazines
Why should I try
To talk correct
Like they do
In another scenes
Say no more
About imagery
You’re starting to confuse
Just make an offer
Of more romance
Of course I can’t refuse
All I want is you
Oo oo I’m all cracked up on you.
(c) Bryan Ferry
When The Whip Comes Down
Yeah, mama and papa told me
I was crazy to stay
I was gay in New York
Just a fag in L.A.
So I saved my money
And I took a plane
Wherever I go they treat me the same
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down, yeah
Yeah I’m going down fifty-third street
And they spit in my face
I’m learning the ropes
Yeah I’m learning a trade
The East River truckers
Are churning with trash
I’ve got so much money
That I spend so fast
When the whip comes down, yeah
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the shit hits the fan
I’ll be sitting on the can
When the whip comes down
Yeah, some called me garbage
When I was sleeping on the street
I never roll
Oh I never cheat
And I’m filling a need, yeah
I’m plugging a hole
My mama’s so glad
I ain’t on the dole
When the whip comes down, yeah
When the whip comes down, yeah
When the shit hits the fan
I’ll be sitting on the can
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
Yeah, baby, when the whip comes down
When the whip comes down, yeah
(I’ll be running this town, I’ll tell you)
When the shit hits the fan
I’ll be sittin’ on the can
When the whip comes down, yeah
Yeah when the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down, yeah
(c) Keith Richards / Mick Jagger