Roger doesn't mind now, it's a fading memory
He's got pictures in his drawer of a race run in Oxford City
History repeating itself at the turn of a reel

Moira doesn't mind now, her hopes and vanity
Fading on a pillow, drowning in her sleep
She finds courage to face the day, leaving night times for dreaming

Just take the way that I'm feeling
Ah, she said, I'm tired of this beg-borrow-stealing
Stealing, especially the stealing
So, keep your eyes on the road, keep your hands on the wheel
And we could drive all night
There's a track that leads to every heart so, let's run it hard

What a way to travel, what a way to be
Call me winner of the four minute mile, yeah
What a way to travel, what a way to be
Call me winner of the four minute mile, yeah

Roger doesn't mind now, his fragrant ideal
Lost it in a moment to time the great healer
Hopefully redeeming itself as he turns to stealing

Just take the way that I'm feeling
Ah, he said, I'm tired of this beg-borrow-stealing
Stealing, especially the stealing
So, keep your eyes on the road, keep your hands on the wheel
And we could drive all night
There's a track that leads to every heart so, let's run it hard

What a way to travel, what a way to be
Call me winner of the four minute mile, yeah
What a way to travel, what a way to be
Call me winner of the four minute mile, yeah

Move on, move on
Move on, move on

Lyrics by Paul Malone
Music by Paul Malone, Brian Chin Smithers and Ian Haskell
Drums – Alan Currie
Bass – Frank Mahon
Guitars – Brian Chin Smithers
Keyboards – Brian Chin Smithers
Vocals – Paul Malone, Brian Chin Smithers, John Etkin-Bell
Recorded at EMI/ SBK Studios, London, England, August 1989
Produced/ engineered by John Etkin-Bell

45 Revolutions Per Minute

What A Way To Travel

So, you don't understand the pictures that I paint in your mind
I'm looking for something but I don't know where, I've tried
You just hide away, I never believe in all they say
I'm looking for something but cannot find the lines
So, I just hide away and never believe in those things failed
We're looking for something but we cannot find the lines

What's there but this, you say, that led me to an unrequited love?
What's the difference anyway?
What's there but this, you say, just tell them all you found me on the way
What's the difference anyway?

Now, I don't understand your ways, your prayer, your life, your plans
I'm looking for something but cannot find the lines
So, you just hide in veils and never confide in those details
Stop searching for something 'cause you cannot find the lines
So, I just hide away and never believe in all these tales
Stop looking for something 'cause you cannot find those signs

What's there but this, you say, that led me to an unrequited love?
What's the difference anyway?
What's there but this, you say, just tell them all you found me on the way
What's the difference anyway?

Lyrics by Paul Malone
Music by Paul Malone, Ken Moss, Mike Wiggins and Ian Haskell
Drums – Ian Haskell
Bass – Mike Wiggins
Guitar – Carl Hodgson, Paul Malone
Violin – Stephanie Lea
Clarinet – Bryan Evans
Piano – Stephanie Lea
Vocals – Paul Malone, Colette Foy
Recorded at Pink Studios, Liverpool, England, 1983

With Yesterday In All The Right Places

Here I am doing time for you
So, break these chains now, set me free
Here I am doing life for you
So, stop me now and start again

Don't need no job satisfaction to drive a truck
Don't need no age-old attraction to see I give up
You've got a friend who says he's found a solution
Put your life in the bottom drawer and pick it up when there's use for it

Here I am doing time for you
So, break these chains now, set me free

Don't need no job satisfaction to drive a truck
Don't need no age-old attraction to say you give up
Well, you've got a friend who says he's found a solution
So, put your life in the bottom drawer and pick it up when there's use for it

Here I am doing time for you
So, break these chains now, set me free
Here I am doing life for you
So, stop me now and start again
Come on, start again
Come on, set me free
Don't you believe

Lyrics by Paul Malone
Music by Paul Malone, Brian Chin Smithers and Ian Haskell
Drums – Ian Haskell
Bass – Brian Chin Smithers
Guitars – Brian Chin Smithers
Keyboards – Brian Chin Smithers
Vocals – Paul Malone, Brian Chin Smithers
Recorded at Station House Studios, New Brighton, England, January 1989
Engineered by Phil Burns

Time

And all the mountains in all of the world
If you climb each peak have you conquered the world?
No man's an island, these impregnable walls
First sign of kindness and they crumble and fall

I'm looking for a Jericho, see the walls come tumbling down
I'm gonna give myself to freedom but I'm bound to fight for that
And all I need is love at the end of each day
And the left and right of centre can fall and fade away

And all the armies in all of the world
If you join each one have you conquered the world?
If there's no soldiers there cannot be wars
If there were no borders then, you'd have no cause

I'm looking for a Jericho, see the walls come tumbling down
I'm gonna give myself to freedom but I'm bound to fight for that
And all I need is love at the end of each day
And the left and right of centre can fall and fade away

We're talking 'bout an ongoing situation
Everybody keep falling down, keep moving away
It's an ongoing situation

Lyrics by Paul Malone
Music by Paul Malone, Brian Chin Smithers and Ian Haskell
Drums – Ian Haskell
Bass – Markus Mulholland
Guitars – Brian Chin Smithers
Keyboards – Brian Chin Smithers
Vocals – Paul Malone, Brian Chin Smithers
Recorded at Station House Studios, New Brighton, England, October 1988
Engineered by Paul Madden

Left, Right And Centre

And you smile a smile that loses me
I can't hold on that long taking the weight of a world that's sunk
Did you find your plain or just mistake its sweet refrain?
And I'm serious, and I'm serious

I take my side and this side's my own
Standing in the wings, I wait my turn while everybody else is just rushing in
Do those who wait in lines make the same mistakes as I?
And I'm serious, and I'm serious

Did you find your plain or just mistake its sweet refrain?
And I'm serious, and I'm serious

One look over my shoulder, doesn't get much further
Backwards is a place where I plot my map and everything I own is on my back
And it's one look over my shoulder, doesn't get much further
Backwards is a place where I plot my map and everything I own is on my back

When you smile the world turns upside down
Painting your cause as a lonely face, sad but sad is the safest place
Perhaps I'll even change to find my hopes revived again
And I'm serious, and I'm serious

Well, did you find your plain or just mistake its sweet refrain?
And I'm serious, and I'm serious

One look over my shoulder, doesn't get much further
Backwards is a place where I plot my map and everything I own is on my back
And it's one look over my shoulder, doesn't get much further
Backwards is a place where I plot my map and everything I own is on my back

Lyrics by Paul Malone
Music by Paul Malone, Ken Moss, Mike Wiggins and Ian Haskell
Drums – Ian Haskell
Bass – Mike Wiggins
Guitars – Ken Moss, Paul Malone
Vocals – Paul Malone, Ken Moss, Mike Wiggins, Ian Haskell
Recorded at Amazon Studios, Liverpool, England, 1985

Serious

Slow down the slow dive
And feel our hearts beat together
Against a pulse we all recognise
The tone contrives to dim the lights
It's how we weave them together
That people question throughout their lives

I've gotta slow down with the slow dive
I've gotta slow down with the slow dive

I may not do all the things I wanna do
Some people never do
But I'll catch it as it passes through

Gotta get off on this whole ride
I've gotta get on with my own life

I've been weeping for you, baby
I've been weeping for you, baby
I've been weeping for you, baby
But I've gotta slow down
Gotta slow down

I've been weeping for you, baby
I've been weeping for you, baby
I've been weeping for you, baby
I've gotta slow down
Gotta slow down

I've gotta slow down with the slow dive, yeah
I've gotta slow down with the slow dive, yeah

Lyrics by Paul Malone
Music by Paul Malone, Frank Mahon and Ian Haskell
Drums – Ian Haskell
Bass – Frank Mahon
Guitars – Paul Malone
Vocals – Paul Malone
Recorded in North Wales, 1993
Engineered by Carl Hodgson

Slow Down The Slow Dive

See them light up across the man-made bay
Steal that car but you won't get that far in it
All the bullying in the world
Won't get you down, never will

It's tune-in time across the radio waves
The curtains drawn but you don't know what goes on behind them
For all their money and their wealth
They'll watch you going down and they won't help

God bless us now
You see them crying out to their name sakes
And God bless us now
You see them climb aboard their gravy trains

See them tie themselves to their fortune slaves
They break their hearts to board those train, train, train, train, trains
Now money's talking loud and clear
You try to wave them down but they won't hear

God bless us now
You see them crying out to their name sakes
And God bless us now
You see them climb aboard their gravy trains

And God bless us now, yeah
You see them climb aboard their gravy trains
Keep moving on, keep moving on

Lyrics by Paul Malone
Music by Paul Malone, Brian Chin Smithers and Ian Haskell
Drums – Ian Haskell
Bass – Brian Chin Smithers
Guitars – Jimmy Cartwright, Paul Malone
Keyboards – Brian Chin Smithers
Vocals – Paul Malone, Elaine Harris
Recorded at Station House Studios, New Brighton, England, 1988
Produced/ engineered by Peter Hurst

The Gravy Train Run

Heads wins the day so, this is where I throw you a life-saving line
Your sarcastic flair makes everything you say sound profound

Here we are again so, this is where I show you that I'm on your side
The sarcastic air, and you say anything can sound profound

You tell yourself it won't control you
But every time it brings you crashing to the ground

Second time around with the same old hand-me-downs
Doesn't time pass so, so slowly?
Second time around with the same old hand-me-downs
Well, doesn't time pass so, so slowly?

And everything you say sounds profound

You lack the same effect when you cling to
All the waking hours the addict owes you
Pins and needles in my arms

Second time around with the same old hand-me-downs
Well, doesn't time pass so, so slowly?
Second time around with the same old hand-me-downs
Well, doesn't time pass so, so slowly?

I'm never gonna stop until you give it up
You'll find it standing over you
You're never gonna stop and when you give it up
You'll find it standing over you
You're never gonna stop and when you give it up
Well, you're never gonna, never gonna, never gonna, never gonna
Never gonna let that hold you

Lyrics by Paul Malone
Music by Paul Malone, Ken Moss, Mike Wiggins and Ian Haskell
Drums – Ian Haskell
Bass – Mike Wiggins
Guitars – Paul Malone, Ken Moss
Piano – Brian Chin Smithers
Vocals – Paul Malone
Recorded at Studio One, Saughall, England, 1985

Second Time Around

Gather round this congregation in witnessing what I have to declare
I'm answerable to each and every one of you for what we all have shared
Well, love's a constitution I prescribe to and, in time, befalls us all
And marriage is the institute that gathers all these feelings into one

And I was born out of love and affection adopted from inside
And I was raised on the love that you gave me, unreservedly mine

Well, life's no bed of roses but I suppose it aids the case to carry on
As it conjures up the thoughts that I presume would idealistically belong
With time and evolution life's been plotted and worked out in advance
And our only hope's the time we served on earth deserves a second chance

'Cause I was born out of love and affection adopted from inside
And I was raised on the love that you gave me, unreservedly mine

Lyrics by Paul Malone
Music by Paul Malone, Brian Chin Smithers, Frank Mahon and Alan Currie
Guitar – Brian Chin Smithers
Hammond Organ – Brian Chin Smithers
Vocals – Paul Malone
Recorded at Amazon Studios, Liverpool, England, November 1990
Produced/ engineered by Peter Hurst

Love Constitution [Remix]

Here's a tune so, call it love
And you look to me now 'cause it sounds so true
Watching the world pass from a book
I listen to myself 'cause it sounds just like you

I find I'm jumping hurdles 'cause I want you back again
I went in search of something, trying to find myself again
In climbing for those rainbows I find I'm stranded in my blues
Sorry I'm so late but I said, meet me at the gate

Whip crack away, whip crack away
Hello, goodbye and I must be on my way again
Whip crack away, whip crack away
Hello, goodbye and I must be on my way again

Here's my tune so, call it love
But keep it to yourself 'cause its sound belies belief
Watching the words hatched from your book
Must have told you something that you never ever needed

I find I'm jumping hurdles just to breeze back round again
I think I sold you something, in short, I called on you, friend
I find that you can't hear me but I'll find you anyway
Sorry that I'm late but I said, meet me at the gate

Whip crack away, whip crack away
Hello goodbye and I must be on my way again
Whip crack away, whip crack away
Hello goodbye and I must be on my way again

Lyrics by Paul Malone
Music by Paul Malone, Ken Moss, Mike Wiggins and Ian Haskell
Drums – Ian Haskell
Bass – Mike Wiggins
Guitar – Carl Hodgson, Paul Malone
Violin – Stephanie Lea
Vocals – Paul Malone, Colette Foy
Recorded at Pink Studios, Liverpool, England, 1983

Whip Crack Away

All she wanted was to be loved
Not all done up like in Hollywood
Apron strings tie her boulevard
Sees the world as her own back yard

He's as restless as shifting sand
All but cured from her healing hands
Hangs on every word she says
Writes them down now for judgement day

He's okay, he's doing fine
He gets crucified for all his crimes
He's okay, he's doing fine
He gets crucified for all his crimes
Crucified for all his crimes

He's as restless as shifting sand
All but cured from her healing hands
Hangs on every word she says
Writes them down now for judgement day

He's okay, he's doing fine
He gets crucified for all his crimes
He's okay, he's doing fine
He gets crucified for all his crimes
Crucified for all his crimes

All she wanted was to be loved
Not all done up like in Hollywood
Apron strings tie her boulevard
Sees the world as her own back yard

He's okay, he's doing fine
He gets crucified for all his crimes
He's okay, he's doing fine
He gets crucified for all his crimes

Lyrics by Paul Malone
Music by Paul Malone, Brian Chin Smithers, Frank Mahon and Alan Currie
Guitars – Brian Chin Smithers
Keyboards – Brian Chin Smithers
Vocals – Paul Malone, Brian Chin Smithers
Recorded in Liverpool, England, 1991

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