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12. Stand Up
Money
and the Magic
After months anticipation of 'em coming into town
Got a victory vacation and selling out a baseball ground
On this tour with the money and the magic
On this tour with the money and the magic
It's tragic thoroughly sublime
Michael comes out with the kids
And the mothers and the teenagers
They paid dearly for the price
They came from miles around
For the fights of the white hot night, was a victory
The last one with the boys, so came the end of number one
Now to split the dollar prize, the band were tried
The kids got fried and the start of the other fight
Now we've all seen magicians and a rock star who can fly
But this achievement was
a new one
That's a fact I can't deny
On this tour with the money and the magic
On this tour with the money and the magic
BRIDGE SOLO
I'm chasing 'em up and
I'm chasing 'em up…
Michael wants to build
a nation
Of new heats from the lost and found
From the back of a stretch out Lincoln
His mind was going underground
On this tour with the money
and the magic
On this
tour with the money and the magic
Written by Gerry Laffy Gerry Laffy: Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards Simon Laffy: Bass, Backing vocals Pete Barnacle: Drums, Backing vocals Dave Rose: Piano, Keyboards
Secret
Mission
The story started in '81,
covert soldier with a loaded gun
Fueling planes, arranging a mission, making a deal
That's his own decision
He hires a gun, now
he's on the run
Dig the man a hole, 'cause he steals the show
Don't tell the generals
what you done,
They don't want to know
Secret Mission, yeah
Foreign war and still they shoot,
Pay 'em gold sit and count the loot
Spend the money fight another war
I still don't know what they're fighting for
Here's a gun, now he's
on the run
You can run to the endo fo his life
Dig the man a hole (dig deep boy)
Cause he steals the show
Don't tell the generals
what you done,
They don't want to
know
Secret Mission, yeah
SOLO
Millions of dollars, thousands
dead
Can all this come from a soldier's head
Sure he thinks he's right trying to save us all
Help us escape form the commie fall
Don't tell the people what ya done,
They don't want to know
Secret Mission,
Secret Mission
Ask all the Generals what was done
They don't want to know
Secret Mission, oh Secret Mission, yeah ah!
Would you break a child,
would you burn a man?
Would you take that to heart, do you really care?
I don't think so
'cause they pay you in gold
You count your money, 'cause it's just another day
But for money honey, I said the real McCoy
Would you break a child,
would you burn a man?
Would you take it to heart,
Do you really care who you are?
Do you really care who you are ah ah!
Secret Mission…
Music by tony Forsythe Words by Gerry Laffy Gerry Laffy: Vocals, Guitars, Backing Vocals Tony Forsythe: Bass, Backing Vocals Bryson Graham: Drums
Believe
It
Love in your
eyes, peace in your smile
Just the way you are, it's no surprise
Take to your heart, wish for your mind
Look before you leap, it can be so unkind
You looked for someone, what you got was me
Don't think I need it, I just want to stay free
We go round and round,
this is the way, I've found
Love has gone to dust, my friend you're too much
Do you believe it, I know
you know
Do you believe it all
Don't want you hanging
around, I get the feeling you know
It's too much for me, I believe in staying free
Do you believe it, I know
you know
Do you believe it
all
SOLO
CHORUS (BVOX)
DESCENDING CHORUS
Written by Gerry Lafy Gerry Laffy: Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards Joh Taylor: Bass Slim Jim Phantom: Drums Tom O Leary: Backing Vocals
Mr.
Man
Morning mister how you been,
Hooked to an image on this TV screen
Don't you think this has gone too far,
Replace an advert with this some bizarre
A day in the life of Mr., a day in the life of Mr. Man
A day in my life I would
give my life to you,
Do the things that you want me to
Take a beat and make it faster,
Hold your pride to court disaster
A day in the life of Mr.,
a day in the life of Mr. Man
A day in my life
SOLO
A day in the life of Mr.,
a day in the life of Mr. Man
A day in my life I would give my life to you, (a day in the life of Mr.)
Do the things that you want me to (a day in the life of Mr. Man)
Take a beat and make it faster,
Hold your pride to court disaster
REPEAT
Written by Gerry Laffy Gerry Laffy: Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards Simon Laffy: Boss, Backing Vocals Pete Barnacle: Drums, Backing Vocals Dave Rose: Piano
Search
and Destroy
I'm a street
walking cheetah
With a heart full of napalm
I'm a one way son I'm a nuclear A bomb
I am the worlds forgotten
boy
One who searches
to destroy
Somebody got to save my soul
Baby won't you help my mind
Look
out honey I'm using technology
Ain't got no time to make no apology
Solar radiation in
the dead of night
Love in the middle of a firefight
Somebody gotta strike me
blind
Somebody gotta save
my soul
Baby won't you help my mind
I'm the world's forgotten
boy
The one who searches, searches to destroy
REPEAT
Look out punk I'm using
technology
Ain't got time to make no apology
Solar radiation in the dead of night
Love in the middle of a firefight
Somebody gotta help me
please
Somebody gotta save my soul
Baby won't you help my mind
I'm the world's forgotten
boy
The one who searches to destroy
REPEAT
REPEAT
CHORUS
'Hey rip 'em up'…
SOLO
You really shouldn't spoil me
Written by Iggy Pop/Williamson Published by EMI Music Ltd. Printed by permission Gerry Laffy: Vocal (shred lead), Guitars, FX etc Tony Forsythe: Bass Bryson Graham: Drums Steve Dior: Vocal (shared lead)
Shoot
'Em Down
Ohh ohh,
ohh ohh baby
Make time for me, oh I'll
make love to you
Shine your own flame enough for two
You think hard for you, so think quick for me
Oh we'll chase it out just one more time, and then we'll see
She don't know the way,
she don't know the
way to go
I said she don't know the way,
she don't know the way to go
Shoot shoot, shoot 'em
down in flames
Shoot 'em down in flames
Shoot shoot, shoot 'em down in flames
Oh shoot 'em down in flames
OK Do you take what you
want,
Would you give back what you don't need?
Would you spare a thought for another man
Or do as you please?
He don't know the way,
he don't know the way to go
Aah I said he don't know the way,
He don't know the way to go
Shoot shoot, shoot 'em
down in flames
Shoot 'em down in flames, yeah
Shoot shoot, shoot 'em down in flames
Oh I'll shoot 'em down in flames yeah
SOLO
CHORUS
Shoot shoot, shoot 'em
down in flames
Shoot 'em down yeah, shoot 'em down yeah
SOLO
Music by Tony Forsythe Words by Gerry Laffy Gerry Laffy: Vocals, Guitars, Backing Vocal Tony Forsythe: Bass, Backing Vocals Bryson Graham: Drums
Love
You
Love you
with my heart
Love you with my soul
I give you all
The same mistakes again
I love you with my heart
I love you with my soul
You come to me I don't complain
Look in your eyes
Things ain't the same as they were
I tell you baby I got something to prove
You treat me and my love
Just like a fool
Tell you I don't want no
Trouble any more
Tell you baby I got something
On my mind what's more
I love you with my heart
I love you with my
soul
I give you all
The same mistakes again
I love you with my heart
I love you with my soul
REPEAT
I seek your smile
It looks the same
The look in your face
I'm still to blame for it all
I help you through it
But I have to leave
Always break my heart but
You don't deceive me
Love you with my heart
I love you with my
soul
I give you all
The same mistakes again
I love you with my heart
I love you with my soul
Always a time
Looks like today
Seldom a cloud
Usually rain on my parade
I love you and I leave you
For eternity
Always breakin' my heart
But you never leave me
I love you with my heart
I love you with my
soul
I give you all
The same mistakes again
I love you with my heart
I love you with my soul
Music by Gerry Laffy, Tony Forsythe, Bryson Graham Words by Gerry Laffy Gerry Laffy: vocals, Guitars Tony Forsythe: Bass, Backing Vocals Bryson Graham: Drums
Mandy
Long face
tears in her eyes,
Mandy drags her faithful Teddy bear
Sent to her room what a surprise, at 4 years old can't see
What sent you there?
Why are adults always right
She thinks aloud while squeezing teddy bear
Lets go the tears in her eyes
Like a lady she feels lonely and unloved
Waits for mum and dad to change it with a hug
Mandy always cries, Mandy always cries
She needs to know they
love her, see it in their smile
A hug and a kiss can be enough to reassure a child
She tells her mother sorry, her mummy cries as well
Even though they love you, it's sometimes hard to tell
Now it's Mandy's turn to rest her weary head
And her teddy falls asleep upstairs in bed
Because it's better to have done than to have said
Mandy always smiles, Mandy
always smiles
Yeah Mandy always smiles
She smiles, ooh she smiles Mandy always smiles
Hey, yeah, a na na na yeah
But it's Mandy's turn to
rest her weary head
And her teddy falls
asleep upstairs in bed
Because it's better to have done than to have said
Mandy always smiles
Goodnight mummy
Music by Gerry Laffy Words by Cabby Laffy Inspiration Jenny Hearn Gerry Laffy: Vocals, Guitar, Acoustic Tony Forsythe: Bass Bryson Graham: Drums Jill Jones: Female Vocals
Psycho
Dream
Killer on the loose, killer on my mind
Taking time to play with May,
good girls are hard to find
I didn't mean to break you up,
I didn't mean to make you cry
Skip me for a heartbeat, telling me to try
Wasted boy, like a rundown
toy
Hard to scream in
a psycho dream
Wasted boy, like a rundown toy
Hard to scream in a psycho dream
Man on a bus on a Greyhound
road, meets a new friend
She says no, no, no, take ya see this take ya see that
But his mind's made up and that's the end of that
Put her round the back, push her in a sack
And it's the same old story it's a matter of fact
I didn't mean to break you up,
I didn't mean to make you cry
Wasted boy, like a rundown
toy
Hard to scream in a psycho dream
Wasted boy, like a rundown toy
Hard to scream in a psycho dream
SOLO
A girl of his dreams, a
girl to adore
Is she a Memphis delight or victim 34
She said she needed a friend, she said she needed a man
She got a whole lot of trouble she don't understand
Wasted boy, like a rundown
toy
Hard to scream in a psycho dream
Wasted boy, like a rundown toy
Hard to scream in a psycho dream
Hey, hey, hey, like a rundown
toy
Hey, hey, hey, in a psycho dream
Hey, hey, hey, like a rundown toy
Hey, hey, hey, in a psycho dream
Written by Gerry Laffy Gerry Laffy: Vocals, Guitars, Backing Vocals John Taylor: Bass Slim Jim Phantom: Drums
Can't
Leave You
It's 8 o'clock
now baby I see the look in your eye
It's time to rock now baby I'll make it if I try
It's 10 o'clock now baby
Let's move up close
Only in my socks now maybe
Time to rock your boat
I can't leave you tonight
It's nearing midnight baby
And I'm gonna fry
You chew and spit me out
Maybe give me one more try
It's 2 o'clock now baby I'm feeling weak
You're still on top now baby
Still you feel my peak
I can't leave you tonight
It's 3 o'clock now baby
I've really got to go
3:10, 3:20, 3:30, 3:40, 3:45
I've really got to go
I can't leave you tonight
It's 4 o'clock now baby
How time just flies
I've got to love and leave you now
But you won't hear my lies
It's 6 o'clock now baby
You're still in hot pursuit
I try to climb your garden wall
I realize there's just no
I can't leave you tonight
Written by Gerry Laffy Gerry Laffy: Vocals, Guitars, Backing Vocals Tony Forsythe: Bass, Backing Vocals
Let's
Stay Together
I'm so in love with you
Whatever you want to do
Is alright with me
You make me feel so brand new
And I want to spend my whole life with you
Say babe, since we've been
together
Ah loving you forever is what I need
Let me be the one you come running to
And I'll never be untrue
Baby, let's stay together
Loving you whether
Times are good or bad, happy or sad
Why do people break up
Just turn around and make up
I can't deceive
You never do that to me
And I stick around is all I see
Yeah here's what I want
us to
Let's baby, let's baby
Let's stay together
Loving you whether, whether
Times are good or bad, happy or sad
Baby baby Let's stay together
Loving you whether
Times are good or bad, happy or sad
Baby oh baby
I'm so in love with you
(I'm in love with you too)
Whatever you want to do (Whatever)
Is alright with me (You know that it is boy)
You make me feel so brand new
And I want to spend my whole Life with you
Baby, let's stay together
Loving you whether
Times are god or bad, happy or sad
REPEAT
Written by Al Green, W. Mitchell, A. Jackson Published by JEC PUB/AL GREEN Music Gerry Laffy: Vocals, Guitars Simon Laffy: Bass Tony Forsythe: Backing Vocal Jill Jones: Backing Voacl Dave Rose: Keyboards Chris Martin: Acoustic Guitar Rick Parnell: Drum Programming
Stand
Up
Take the
highs, take the lows
You seem to try and take it slow
Close your eyes, I don't mind
Taking care of baby all that's mine
Stand up…for my loving
Stand up…for fun
I give you the credit baby
For making me your number one
Everytime you see me breakdown
I can't believe you led me on
I can't believe I would wait all night long
Answer my prayer to hold you again my love
Stand up…for my loving
Stand up…for fun
I give you the credit baby
For making me your number one
Everytime you see me breakdown,
see me breakdown
Can't believe you led me on
Can't believe I wait all night long
Take the highs, take the
low, seem to try and take it slow
Close your eyes I don't mind
Taking care of baby all that's mine
Stand
up…for my loving
Stand up…for fun
I give you the credit baby
For making me your number one
Stand up… ETC.
Written by Gerry Laffy Gerry Laffy: Vocals, Guitars Simon Laffy: Bass, Backing Vocals Pete Barnacle: Drums, Programming, Backing Vocal Tom O Leary: Programming
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