When you smiled I was alive When you walked out I cried What does it mean now Nothing much at all The rain has washed it all away
Now I’m older And the time has passed All the things that could have been And all the things that are We can't change a single thing All the scrapes and all the cuts All the ifs and all the buts I raise a glass to now
I go for a pint now And I watch the people play But this ain't the city that I left behind that day Something has changed She didn't grow with me I don't belong here on these streets
Now I’m older And the time has passed All the things that could have been And all the things that are We can't change a single thing All the scrapes and all the cuts All the ifs and all the buts I raise a glass to now
Innocent Times
The human race Is it almost run The sins of the fathers To be paid by the sons You can't undo what's been done The human race Is it almost run
We're guilty of possession Guilty of too many crimes Do you ever long for More innocent times
When you say your prayers Do you close your eyes Will you see color On the other side You say your heart is open wide You’ve got it all yet you scream like a child
We’re guilty of corruption All the way down the line Have we ever lived in More innocent times
Wild fires burning The world's still turning Flowers blooming Moonshine drinking People dancing all night long
Well I took a breath And I stepped outside Saw mountains as high as the sky is wide You can’t outrun your foolish pride It’ll be right beside you on the day that you die
We’re guilty of deception The most devious kind How much do you want for Your innocent times
The human race Is it almost run The sins of the fathers To be paid by the sons You can't undo what's been done The human race Is it almost run
Bringing the Sunshine
Locked out found out Down by the river Where there’s a dollar there’s a dime You're out of the sun In need of some vitamins Might not be as easy as toeing the line
From the markets of Singapore To the streets of Hong Kong All the way to old Bombay
Here she comes again Here she comes again Bringing the sunshine Bringing the sunshine
Well tonight you're a rock n roll star You know you’re a survivor Like the monkeys and the tigers Cadillacs and Pontiacs And vintage Impalas
Nothing in this game for two in a bed You can’t always take back what you did or what you said You may wish you could
Here she comes again Here she comes again Bringing the sunshine Bringing the sunshine
Well you know what they say Crime doesn’t pay Do you wish you could stay here For eternity Half a world away Maybe that’s not far enough
And you're all out of gurus Sailing on this ship of fools
Here she comes again Here she comes again Bringing the sunshine Bringing the sunshine
Hold On
I watched the rain fall on the river I think it came out of the sky I felt the tears on my shoulder I know they came out of your eyes
Hold on You've got to walk before you run Hold on You're still young and this world's not done
Your legs are heavy and your mind is weary Feel like you're going nowhere fast They're putting walls up all around you Like you're a prisoner of the past
Hold on There's often sunshine after rain Hold on You can make it through the pain
Glass houses glass houses Everybody throwing stones Glass houses All I see is everybody throwing stones
I watched the rain fall on the river I think it came out of the sky I felt the tears on my shoulder I know they came out of your eyes
Hold on You've got to walk before you run Hold on You're still young and this world's not done
Hot in the City
It's getting hot in the city It's getting hot in the city And the money's tight And the pressure's starting to rise
And the rats are running loose out on the streets Don't lose your head Don't lose your head Try to keep your feet
And in the darkest corners Where the devil takes his due There's a little bit of real estate Waiting just for you
So try to keep a little money safe Just in case But sometimes it's not enough Sometimes you're just too late
Cos no one's gonna help you You're completely on your own At the mercy of the seeds That others may have sown
And the people with the money They won't be giving it away Cos they don't want to be where you are Not on this or any other day
It's getting hot in the city It's getting hot in the city It's getting hot in the city It's getting hot in the city
Alien in Disguise
He's taking his six o'clock run He's getting things done You've seen him around He's in everyone's town But he’s underneath the radar
He’s an alien in disguise He came here in ’45 He’s living amongst us He don’t make a fuss He’s just sitting there quietly at the back of the bus
She's not trying to hustle She’s not in need of any kind of muscle She's not looking for any fun She's a creature of a different sun
She's an alien in disguise She came here in '45 She’s living amongst us She don’t make a fuss She’s just sitting there quietly at the back of the bus
She does an honest day’s work For an honest day’s pay And she wonders when All that went away
Now she needs all kinds of money To rent a shoe box in the city She really thinks that it needn’t be Such a matter of great complexity
But she’s just an extraterrestrial What would she know What would she know
Look over there there’s someone Ever so pleased with themselves Outstanding achievements litter their past And nobody cares
They’re talking amongst themselves They’ve got all the books and they’ve got all the shelves The bodies are in their basement Treated with contempt by most of their children Most of their children sincerely despise them
They say there ain’t no shame in being shameless If it pays the bills Monetizing hatred all day long
Well it's the end of the road for me My story's already been told It's the end of the road for me Mrs Jones
I got that greed I got that somnolence Maybe it’s a question of confidence
Eyes wide open fast asleep I won't tell you any secrets That you can't keep
It's the end of the road for me My story's already been told It's the end of the road for me Mrs Jones
It's Alright
It's alright it's alright From the Caribbean islands To the wide Pacific skies
Hear Trenchtown sing No woman no cry Every little thing is gonna be alright Is gonna be alright Every little thing
The rain still falls and the sun still shines The flowers bloom on the mountainside They somehow find a way to make it through Just like you Just like you're gonna do
Every little thing
It's alright it's alright From the misty mountain mornings To the city nights Running around just trying to stay alive Lord knows it ain't easy
It's alright it's alright From the Caribbean islands To the wide Pacific skies
Hear the reggae man sing No woman no cry Every little thing is gonna be alright Is gonna be alright Every little thing Every little thing is gonna be alright
The Rule of Law
So that's the way it is now You can't believe what anybody says now Y’all got an agenda everybody’s got a line It’s all some kind of power play And we’re all just seconds away From some kind of thought crime
Closed ranks and off-shore banks Just a puddle hopper away from hiding it all You got the pilot and the gangster The accountant and the lawyer And they all got a politician in the pocket Of their tropical Shirt Gonna hide all the dirt
They say they follow the money Yeah But never all the way down the line That’s where the sun never shines At the end of the line
When the rule of law walks out the door The devil walks in
And everyone’s corruptible and everyone’s a mule If it’s plausibly deniable Hell show me what the rule is It’s not that I don’t remember I simply can’t recall Doing seeing hearing saying anything at all I simply can’t recall
When the rule of law walks out the door The devil walks in
There ain’t no shame it’s just a game It all paid off you made it back to the top And you put all your guilt in a little old box And you hide it away But you see it in your eyes When you’re hiding in plain sight Plain enough for everyone to see
The rule of law walked out the door And the devil walked in Yeah the rule of law walked out the door And the devil walked in
Put his feet up And made himself at home Right at home
So that’s the way it is now That’s the way it is now
Capri
I hear Monaco has lost its style Saint-Tropez ain't what it used to be Let’s not talk about Capri Let’s not talk about Capri
Ah the season Rubbing shoulders with the tops and tails Champagne caviar and cream teas And all the crimes against humanity
But there’ll always be a flask of tea For you and me Somewhere by the sea That’s all we’ll ever need
Saint Moritz has lost its glitz Verbier’s so yesterday And Aspen’s just a shadow Of the place that it once was
The Biennale is under water Cruise ship tsunami There ain’t no way to stop the slaughter It’s globalized Mediocrity
But there’ll always be a flask of tea For you and me Somewhere by the sea That’s all we’ll ever need
Yeah I hear Monaco has lost its style And Saint-Tropez ain't what it used to be Let’s not talk about Capri Let’s not talk about Capri
How does it feel?
The grass is always greener on the other side The grass is always greener on the other side Now you’re on the other side How does it feel right now
There’s always one more mountain that you’re gonna want to climb It’s gonna be that way until the end of time Until you realize they’re only mountains in your mind How does it feel right now
How does it feel How does it feel How does it feel right now
Clock in clock out Twist and shout Tune in tune out All those years of saying That you knew what it was all about How does it feel right now
You were oh so certain Oh so sure With your 20 20 vision Like you’d seen it all before Now any ounce of credibility Lies in tatters on the floor How does it feel right now
How does it feel How does it feel How does it feel right now
You got it coming man You know you do You’re running out of scoundrels who can squeeze you through The net is closing and there’s nothing you can do How does it feel right now
How does it feel How does it feel How does it feel right now
My Kentucky Friends
I got a taste for the bourbon Not sure where it’s gonna lead I know I’m not charred in the same kind of fire But the grass may well be as green
And I keep some songs for the angels I gotta believe that they care I sing my songs for the angels I know they’ll be getting their share
And I keep a watch in the night And I drink my whiskey with ice I may be a fool but I’m keeping it cool With my Kentucky friends by my side
Yeah I got a taste for the bourbon Blessed by the oak and the corn I can’t tell you much but some lessons I’ve learned I’ve been dying since the day I was born
And I keep some songs for the angels I gotta believe that they care I sing my songs for the angels I know they’ll be getting their share
And I keep a watch in the night And I drink my whiskey with ice I may be a fool but I’m keeping it cool With my Kentucky friends by my side
I got a taste for the bourbon Not sure where it’s gonna lead I know I’m not charred in the same kind of fire But the grass may well be as green
The bluegrass may well be as green
On the Radio
People talking on the radio Just like they’re supposed to do Cheerfully disguising all the sadness in their eyes That you can’t see On the radio On the radio
Hold on to all the love you can get Hold on Hold on To all the love you can get
As a red umbrella walks by As a red umbrella walks by Sometimes alone and sometimes side by side With other kinds of umbrella
Hold on to all the love you can get Hold on Hold on To all the love you can get
People talking on the radio Just like they’re supposed to do Cheerfully disguising all the sadness in their eyes That you can’t see On the radio On the radio
The Tyranny of Certainty
It’s dark sometimes Sometimes it’s dark You’re alone sometimes Sometimes you’re alone
I’m crazy Crazy Crazy crazy crazy
I’m crazy Crazy crazy crazy
Can you see the light The light of the sun Can you hear the screams The screams of everyone
I’m crazy Crazy Crazy crazy crazy
I’m crazy Crazy crazy crazy
With the tyranny of certainty Oh how happy you must be
The call of the wild The wide open spaces With the mind of a child I go running to those places
I’m crazy Crazy Crazy crazy crazy
I’m crazy Crazy crazy crazy
With the tyranny of certainty Oh how happy you must be
All lyrics written by A.J. Jenkins Copyright 2020:All rights reserved
