Re: Chris Rea

The Mention Of Your Name

Time goes by and every single tear
It must have well run dry
And the lonely nights
Become a strange accepted way
And the years go past
Just like the old song says
The pain with time has healed it couldn't last
But oh a friend like a fool
Mentions your name
Sunny days, drunken nights
You smile and say, it's alright
But oh the cold cold rain
At the mention of your name
Forgive me please
If I shrug my shoulders
When I put my friedn at ease
As I get older
It's not that I don't feel colder then before
Oh I've become so good at hiding
What I feel without confiding
It's still the same, darling still the same
At the mention of your name

The Road To Hell (part I)

Stood still on a highway
I saw a woman
By the side of the road
With a face that I knew like my own
Reflected in my window
Well she walked up to my quarterlight
And she bent down real slow
A fearful pressure paralysed me
In my shadow
She said "Son, what are you doing here?
My fear for you has turned me in my grave"
I said "Mama, I come to the valley of the rich
Myself to sell"
She said "Son, this is the road to Hell"
On your journey 'cross the wilderness
>From the desert to the well
You have strayed upon the motorway to Hell

The Road To Hell (part II)

Well I'm standing by a river
But the water doesn't flow
It boils with every poison you can think of
And I'm underneath the streetlights
But the light of joy I know
Scared beyond belief way down in the shadows
And the perverted fear of violence
Chokes a smile on every face
And common sense is ringing out the bells
This ain't no technological breakdown
Oh no, this is the road to Hell
And all the roads jam up with credit
And there's nothing you can do
It's all just bits of paper
Flying away from you
Look out world take a good look
What comes down here
You must learn this lesson fast
And learn it well
This ain't no upwardly mobile freeway
Oh no, this is the road to Hell

Thinking Of You

Somewhere in this crazy night
With all this noise, and all this light
I'm out upon the crowded street
I play the game and I keep the beat
Woo-oo
But I'm thinking of you
Woo-oo
But I'm thinking of you
And I remember the summer days
Your strenght and yet your gentle ways
Now I'm back on the crowded street
Through the darker days I keep the beat
Woo-oo
But I'm thinking of you
Woo-oo
But I'm thinking of you
Through all the grey, I see skies of blue
I close my eyes cause I'm thinking of you
And I pray to god, that what we had
We will have again someday
So I telephoned to tell you what
I'd hoped you'd like to hear me say
Woo-oo
But I'm thinking of you
Woo-oo
But I'm thinking of you

Where Do We Go From Here

She's 24, she's 25
She doesn't know what's true or lies
Where does she go?
Where does she go from here?
He's 21, he's 22
TV crap is all he knew
Where does he go?
Where does he go from here?
She goes to school
She stays at home
Wherever she goes, she feels so alone
Where does they go she says
Where does we go from here?
They're 34, they're 45
They're so obsessed with the car they drive
Where does they go she says
Where does we go from here?
Love is a stranger, with a silicon smile
As you choke on your envy, down the magazine mile
You must look but don't touch
You must buy, but don't feel
One day you will find out
None of it's real
Where do we go, where do we go from here?

Windy Town

Driving home from the highland line
We done some gigs on the Clyde and the Tyne
They flew us in from a Hamburg strip
The taste of Dusseldorf still on our lips
And on the bus there is a friend of mine
We go way back to the scene of the crime
We sit up front and share a cigarette
And try to remember what we tried to forget

He say "Do you remember?"
He say "Do you recall?"
I say yeah I remember, oh, I remember it all
Every time that cold wind blows
Every time I hear that sound
Late night trains shunting down by the river
I remember windy town

We come so far and we move so fast
Making hay see it all go past
Round the world and round again
Up and down on that gravy train
but every time that cold wind blows
Every time I hear that sound
The east coast cross winds on the cold wet stone
I remember windy town

The freezing corners and the empty streets
The burning passion and the cold wet feet
Three tricky miles home every night
Dodging from the shadows underneath those amber light
No car for kissing and nowhere to go
Except inside each other and I loved you so
I held your face as you shivered in the rain
Girl I'll always love you and I'll love you again
Oh everytime, everytime
Every time that cold wind blows
Every time I hear that sound
Late night trains shunting down by the river
I remember windy town
Every time that cold wind blows
Every time I hear that sound
The east coast cross winds on the cold wet stone
I remember windy town

Wired To The Moon

Sleep tonight little girl
Go right on through
No-one can wake you now
You're falling through your dreams
Sliding down every beam
Because you don't know how
Don't know how to hurt
Don't know how to lie
You just don't know how to do it
You couldn't if you tried
Because you're wired to the moon
Your innocent light
Will be shadows too soon
Sleep little angel
Stay wired to the moon
Faraway in the night
I saw my mother, she was looking at you
She said to me "My son, don't you
Wake that little girl
Though I know you're wanting to
'Cos you're wanting to laugh
And you're wanting to play
Leave her in sweet dreams
She may lose them one day
Keep her wired to the moon"
Like a girl I once knew
She was once happy too
Sleep little angel...
..Stay wired to the moon?

With Every Beat Of My Heart

The daylight breaks, a picture show of endless takes;
And the music's coming through, on the radio
And I take my place, reluctantly I join the race;
It's not my fight, just trying to stay on my feet
But oh, there's one thing that gets to me,
Is that little girl, she puts me down so easily;
In total absurd; I'm saying these words
With every beat of my heart, I will love you
With every song, with every breath that I take;
I'll give you the moon and the sun, you're the only one,
Pleading love, with every beat of my heart

Working On It

Oh
how I'd love it
girl
just you and me

Take the day and fly.
But oh
this job it's got the best of me

Tell you why
tell you why:

Somebody above is in a desperate state

Some kind of urgency
the kind that won't wait.
I say: Tomorrow. He say: today.
And the man in my head
well
he tell me: No way. - Keep working.

I got eight little fingers and only two thumbs

Will you leave me in peace
while I get the job done?
Can't you see i'm working?
Oh
oh
I'm working on it
oh
oh
I'm working on it.

Well
they're coming from above me
and they're coming from below.
Yeah
they're in there right behind me
everywhere that I go.
And my buddy
he's screaming down the telephone line

He said: Gimme
gimme
gimme! I say: I ain't got no time.
Oh
oh can't you see I'm working on it?
OH
oh
I'm working on it
yeah
yeah
oh
tell them.

How I'd love it
girl
just you and me
...

Well they're coming from above me
and they're coming from below. ...