℗ 1989
(Chris White — Rod Argent)
HOLD YOUR HEAD UP And if it's bad Don't let it get you down You can take it And if it hurts Don't let them see you cry You can make it Just hold your head up woman Hold your head up woman Hold your head up woman Hold your head high Hold your head up woman Hold your head up woman Hold your head up woman Hold your head high And if they stare, just let them Burn their eyes on you moving And if they shout, don't let it change A thing that you're doing Hold your head up ...
(Peter Goalby)
BLOOD RED ROSES Heaven's above What on earth has this come to What have I done What can I do now to show you There's still a chance If you're ready to make up It's not too late 'Cause I'm not ready to break up I try to call But you don't hear at all I'm sending roses I'm sending blood red roses This burning in my heart Is tearing me apart I'm sending roses I'm sending blood red roses You've got to understand That's my heart in your hand Don't walk away We can get this heart mended Or am I the fool And has this love just ended I tried to call But you don't hear at all I gotta keep on trying To stop this love from dying You've got to understand That my heart is in your hand Roses I'm sending blood red roses This burning in my heart Is tearing me apart I'm sending roses I'm sending blood red roses Roses I'm sending blood red roses This burning in my heart Tears me apart Roses - blood red roses You've got to understand That's my heart in your hand Roses I'm sending blood red roses 'Cause this burning in my heart Tears me apart
(Mick Box — Phil Lanzon)
It's a familiar voice Sometimes I wonder If I have a choice You give it everything You're selling God But am I listening I hear you've seen the light Your message comes to me By satellite You say I must believe I say it's just another way To deceive If my salvation has anything to do With your empty promises And what you think is true Well here's my donation If it's all the same to you I am the voice on your TV But I am one and I am free Always to say what I believe I know you're only A voice on my TV The numbers on the screen Will help me get to heaven So it would seem The money flows and flows And no-one cares enough To know where it goes Look at all the millions That you've taken for a ride With the warmest words And the coldest heart inside And how much longer Can I listen to your lies What are all the Credit card believers gonna say When they hear about the scandals And the lovers that you pay And all about the meetings In your secret hideaway I am the voice on your TV But I am one and I am free Always to say what I believe You're just a voice on my TV Your power's strong but I am free Always to say what I believe I am the voice on your TV But I am one and I am free Always to say what I believe Can you hear me I am the voice on your TV But I am one and I am free Always to say what I believe This is your conscience speaking
(Trevor Bolder)
She's a rich kid She wears diamond rings Knows how to walk Knows everything About love, she's not too sure What she's looking for Fresh from the woods Out on the street She's looking good Looking so neat She don't know if she should 'Cause she don't know If she's bad or good She don't care if it Hurts her father She don't care if it Breaks her mother She don't care anymore She just wants what She's never had before All she wants is love, she's ready She wants love And she's gonna get it All she needs is love She's gotta have it, someone to love All she wants is love, she's ready Gotta have love, she'll get it All she needs is love She's never had it, someone to love She was a school boy's dream High school queen She had it all when she was sixteen Stayed away from boys 'Cause she thought she'd get hurt Why did she listen to Her mother's words Couldn't go out Had to stay home And how she hated Being on her own She needs love like everybody else Now she's gonna Get some for herself All she wants is love, she's ready She wants love And she's gonna get it All she needs is love She's gotta have it, she needs love All she wants is love, she's ready She wants love And she's gonna get it All she needs is love She's gotta have it, someone ...
(Mick Box — Phil Lanzon)
She told the story I listened with my eyes closed So sad but so true She whispered softly I asked her why she did so She knew that I knew She was a skater The ice was her second home The country's finest Everyone could see She had a plan To break across the border Instead of waiting for The powers that be Cry freedom, sweet freedom Tell the whole world To get ready Cry freedom, sweet freedom Tell the whole world That we're ready She said goodnight But just as I was leaving A black car came into view And waiting there They could hear me breathing They knew that I knew, cry freedom Insane questions They asked me what did I know So strange, they let me go But more they try The stronger our love grows I know that I know, cry freedom Cry freedom, sweet freedom…
(Phil Lanzon)
BAD BAD MAN In this supermarket city Among the native smiles You have to pay for attention And do the best you can There's a raging silence And it's charged with action Got no time for weakness 'Cause I'm a bad bad man Down the streets of darkness Where they know my name Lies a force of evil And a destructive plan There's no time for questions When you run into danger Don't get too close to me 'Cause I'm a bad bad man I'm working for the L.A. division To stop the inner city collision I'm bringing law and order To the twenty-first century I don't care for politics You can keep your point of view You'd be better off without it I got my own bad plan A tough cop has a lonely existence A reputation of The highest resistance A mean runner bringing order To the twenty-first century I don't believe in passion Don't believe in feelings I take peace from the wicked Run and hide while you can I got no time for small talk Got no time for off-the-wall talk Don't care who I tread on 'Cause I'm a bad bad man Bad bad man, I'm a bad bad man ...
(Mick Box — Phil Lanzon)
MORE FOOL YOU (More Fool Me) I held the rope so tightly As she climbed Down from her room We said we'd make our getaway Underneath the moon I always will remember The night that we left home And the words of warning Ringing in my ears More fool you, more fool me ... New job, new friends and a family In a house on the sunny side We played on the wheel of fortune But it was me that took the ride It didn't work between us I had to give it all away And in the end I knew it had to be If I've told you once Then I've told you twice But I'll tell you once again Now she's taken away Most everything And I've lost my only friend
(Steven Prestwich)
WHEN THE WAR IS OVER When the war is over Got to get away Pack my bags to No place in no time no day You and I, we used Each other's shoulder Still so young But somehow so much older How can I go home And not get blown away Ain't nobody gonna Steal this heart away When the war is over Got to start again Try to hold a trace of What it was back then You and I, we shared Each other's stories Just a page that's Lost in all its glory How can I go home And not get blown away You and I had our sights Set on something Hope this doesn't mean Our days are numbered I've got plans for more Than a wanted man All around is chaos and madness Can't help feeling Nothing more than sadness Only choice to face it The best I can Ain't nobody gonna Steal this heart away And not get blown away ...
(Leon Medica — Marti Frederiksen — Rod Roddy — Tony Haselden)
LIFELINE Well I'm not superstitious But there's something Going on inside Could be friendly, could be vicious And there isn't any place to hide It's my imagination A blessing or a curse No, I can't ignore it For better or for worse It wakes me when I'm sleeping A thief that takes my breath away And I find myself Reaching for a lifeline Throw me a lifeline and Bring me back in time I need a lifeline, throw me a lifeline I'm going down for the last time Sometimes I can't control it Sometimes it isn't there at all Sometimes I try to roll it And wind up staring at the wall My imagination I love the games it plays I get in so deep that I get lost For days and days It sometimes leaves me shakin' Standin' in the dark alone
(Bernard Shaw — Mick Box — Phil Lanzon — Trevor Bolder)
The gates have opened Now I'm a free man My time is over I need a new plan But I've had no loving For a year and a day My lady's waiting Got a taste for her wine She's wearing money But none of it's mine She's been surviving While I've been wasting away Back in my room It ain't quite the same You can't hide it I'm onto your game Rough justice, there's no disguise And I can tell by The look in your eyes Rough justice, I've had my share I've done my time But I'm still running scared Rough justice Coming down on me Long arm of the law Never setting me free Rough justice, I bide my time Back in action, I'm riding the crest And putting all that I've learned to the test No complications Taking it day by day Freedom of movement Freedom of choice Free to be right back here With the boys Ready to listen But you've got nothing to say Back in my room It ain't quite the same Just can't help it I'm part of your game Back in my room It ain't quite the same You can't hide it Just part of your game Rough justice ...