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Private Investigations
Industrial Disease
Love Over Gold
It Never Rains

TELEGRAPH ROAD

A long time ago came a man on a track
Walking thirty miles with a sack on his back
And he put down his load where he thought it was the best
He made a home in the wilderness
he built a cabin and a winter store
And he ploughed up the ground by the cold lake shore
And the other travellers came riding down the track
And they never went further and they never went back
Then came the churches then came the schools
Then came the lawyers and the came the rules
The came the trains and the trucks with their loads
And the dirty old track was the telegraph road

Then came the mines - then came the ore
Then there was the hard times then there was a war
Telegraph sang a song about the world outside
Telegraph road got so deep and so wide
Like a rolling river...

And my radio says tonight it's gonna freeze
People driving home from the factories
There's six lane of traffic
Three lanes moving slow...

I used to like to go to work but they shut it down
I've got a right to go to work but there's no work here to be found
Yes and they say we're gonna have to pay what's owed
We're gonna have to reap from some seed that's been sowed
And the birds up on the wires and the telegraph poles
They can always fly away from this rain and this cold
You can hear them singing out their telegraph code
All the way down the telegraph road

You know I'd sooner forget but I remember those nights
When life was just a bet on a race between the lights
You had your head on my shoulder you had your hand in my hair
Now you act a little colder like you don't seem to care...
But believe in me baby and I'll take you away
From out of this darkness and into the day
From these rivers of headlights these rivers of rain
From the anger that lives on the streets with these names
'cos I've run every red light on memory lane
I've seen desperation explode into flames
And I don't wanna see it again...

From all of these signs saying sorry but we're closed
All the way down the telegraph road
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Vor einer langen Zeit kam ein Mann auf einem Pfad entlang
Er ging dreißig Meilen mit einem Sack auf seinem Rücken
Und er legte seine Last nieder, wo er dachte, daß es der beste Ort ist,
Er machte eine Heimat in der Wildnis
er baute eine Hütte und einen Winter-Laden
Und er pflügte den Boden neben dem kalten See-Ufer
Und die anderen Reisenden kamen und ritten den Pfad entlang
Und sie gingen nie weiter, und sie gingen nie zurück
Dann kamen die Kirchen, dann kamen die Schulen
Dann kamen die Juristen und dann kamen die Regeln
Dann kamen die Züge und die Lastwagen mit ihren Lasten
Und der schmutzige alte Pfad war die Telegraphen-Straße

Dann kamen die Bergwerke - dann kam das Erz
Dann gab es die harten Zeiten, dann war ein Krieg
Telegraph sang ein Lied über der Welt da draussen
Telegraphen-Straße wurde so tief und so weit
Wie ein rollender Fluß...

Und mein Radio sagt, heute abend wird es regnen
Leute fahren von den Fabriken nach Hause
Es gibt sechs Verkehrsspuren
Drei Spuren, die sich langsam bewegen...

Ich bin gerne zur Arbeit gegangen, aber sie haben sie geschlossen
Ich habe ein Recht, zur Arbeit zu gehen aber es gibt keine Arbeit hier zu finden,
Ja und sie sagen, daß wir das bezahlen müssen, was geschuldet wird,
Wir müssen von irgendeinen Samen ernten, der gesät wurde,
Und die Vögel auf den Drähten und den Telegraphen-Stangen
Sie können immer von diesem Regen und dieser Kälte wegfliegen
Du kannst sie hören, wenn sie ihren Telegraphen-Code singen
Den ganzen Weg der Telegraphen-Straße entlang

Du weisst, daß ich bald vergesse, aber ich erinnere mich an jene Nächte
Als Leben nur eine Wette in einem Rennen zwischen den Lichtern war,
Du hattest Deinen Kopf auf meiner Schulter, du hattest deine Hand in meinen Haaren,
Jetzt handelst du ein wenig kälter, als ob du dich nicht sorgen würdest...
Aber glaube an mich, Baby und ich werde dich wegbringen
raus aus dieser Dunkelheit und in den Tag hinein
Von diesen Flüssen der Scheinwerfer, diese Flüsse des Regens
Von dem Ärger der auf den Straßen mit diesen Namen lebt,
weil ich jedes rote Licht auf dem Pfad der Erinnerung angemacht habe,
Ich habe Verzweiflung in Flammen explodieren sehen
Und ich will es nicht wieder sehen...

Von all diesem Schildern, wo 'sorry aber wir haben geschlossen' draufsteht
Den ganzen Weg der Telegraphen-Straße entlang
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PRIVATE INVESTIGATIONS

It's a mystery to me - the game commences
For the usual fee - plus expenses
Confidential information - it's in a diary
This is my investigation - it's not a public inquiry

I go checking out the reports - digging up the dirt
You get to meet all sorts in this line of work
Treachery and treason - there's always an excuse for it
And when I find the reason I still can get used to it

And what have you got at the end of the day?
What have you got to take away?
A bottle of whisky and a new set of lies
Blinds on the window and a pain behind the eyes

Scarred for life - no compensation
Private investigations
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INDUSTRIAL DISEASE

Warning lights are flashing down the Quality Control
Somebody threw a spanner and they threw him in the hole
There's rumours in the loading bay and anger in the town
Somebody blew the whistle and the walls came down
There's a meeting in the boardroom they're trying to trace the smell
There's leaking in the washroom there's a sneak in personnel
Somewhere in the corridors someone was heard to sneeze
'goodness me could it be Industrial Disease?'

The caretaker was crucified for sleeping at his post
They're refusing to be pacified it's him they blame the most
The watchdog's got rabies the foreman's got the fleas
And everyone's concerned about Industrial Disease
There's panic on the switchboard tongues are ties in knots
Some come out in sympathy some come out in spots
Some blame the management som blame the employees
And everybody knows it's the Industrial Disease

The work force is disgusted dows tools and walks
Innocence is injured experience just talks
Everyone seeks damages and everyone agrees
that these are 'classic symptoms of a monetary squeeze'
On ITV and BBC they talk about the curse
Philosophy is useless theology is worse
History boils over there's an economics freeze
Sociologists invent words that mean 'Industrial Disease'

Doctor Parkinson declared 'I'm not surprised to see you here
You've got smokers cough from smoking Brewer's droop from drinking beer
I don't know how you came to get the Bette Davis knees
But worst of all young man you've got Industrial Disease'
He wrote me a prescription he said 'you are depressed
But I'm glad you came to see me to get this off your chest
Come back and see me later - next patient please
Send in another victim of Industrial Disease'

I go down to Speaker's Corner I'm thunderstruck
They got free speech, tourists, police and trucks
Two men say they're Jesus one of them must be wrong
There's a protest singer singing a protest song - he says
'they wanna have a war so they can keep us on our knees
They wanna have a war so they can keep their factories
They wanna have a war to stop us buying Japanese
They wanna have a war to stop Industrial Disease
They're pointing out the enemy to keep you deaf and blind
They wanna sap you energy incarcerate your mind
They give you Rule Britannia, gassy beer, page three
Two weeks in Espana and Sunday striptease
Meanwhile the first Jesus says 'I'd cure it soon
Abolish Monday mornings and Friday afternoons'
The other one's out on hunger strike he's dying be degrees
How come Jesus gets Industrial Disease
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LOVE OVER GOLD

You walk out on the high wire
You're a dancer on thin ice
You pay no heed to the danger
And less to advice
Your footsteps are forbidden
But with knowledge of your sin
You throw your love to all the strangers
And caution to the wind

And you go dancing through doorways
Just to see what you will find
Leaving nothing to interfere
With the crazy balance of your mind
And when you finally reappear
At the place where you came in
You've thrown your love to all the strangers
And caution to the wind

It takes lover over gold
And mind over matter
To do what you do that you must
When the things that you hold
Can fall and be shattered
Or run through your fingers like dust
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IT NEVER RAINS

I hear the Seven Deadly Sins
And the Terrible Twinds come to call on you
The bigger they are babe
The harder they fall on you
And you you're always the same you persevere
On the same old pleasure ground
Oh and it never rains around here
It just comes pouring down

You had no more volunteers
So you got profiteers for to help you out
With friends like that babe
Good friends you had to do without
And now they've taken the chains and the gears
From off your merry-go-round
Oh and it never rains around here
It just pouring down

And your new Romeo
Was just a gigolo when he let you down
See the faster they are babe
h The faster they get out of town
Leaving make up stains and the tears
Of a clown
Yes and it never rains around here
It just comes pouring down

Oh you were just a roller coaster memory
I don't know why I was even passing through
I saw you making a date with Destiny
When he came around here asking after you
In the shadow of the Wheel Of Fortune
You're busy trying to clear your name
You say 'I may be guilty yeah that may be true
But I'd be lying if I said I was to blame
See we could have been major contenders
We never got no money no breaks'
You've got a list of all the major offenders
You got a list of all their major mistakes
And he's just standing in the shadows
Yes and you smile that come-on smile
Oh I can still hear you say as clear as the day
'I'd like to make it worth your while'

Ah but it's a sad reminder
When your organ grinder has to come to you for rent
And all you've got to give him
Is the use of your side-show tent
Yes and that's all that remains of the years
Spent doing the rounds
And it never rains around here
Well it just comes pouring down

Now you know what they say about beggars
You can't complain about the rules'
You know what they say about beggars
You know who's the first to blame his tools
You never gave a damn about who you pick up
And leave laying bleeding on the ground
You screw people over on the way up
Because you thought that you were never coming down
And he takes you out in Vaudeville Valley
With his hand up smothering your screams
And he screws you down in Tin Pan Alley
In the city of a billion dreams
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Inhalt: Telegraph Road Private Investigations Industrial Disease Love Over Gold It Never Rains TELEGRAPH ROAD A long time ago came a man on a track Walking thirty miles with a sack on his back And he put down his load where he thought it was the best He made a home in the wilderness he built a cabin and a winter store And he ploughed up the ground by the cold lake shore And the other travellers came riding down the track And they never went further and they never went back Then came the churches then came the schools Then came the lawyers and the came the rules The came the trains and the trucks with their loads And the dirty old track was the telegraph road Then came the mines - then came the ore Then there was the hard times then there was a war Telegraph sang a song about the world outside Telegraph road got so deep and so wide Like a rolling river... And my radio says tonight it's gonna freeze People driving home from the factories There's six lane of traffic Three lanes moving slow... I used to like to go to work but they shut it down I've got a right to go to work but there's no work here to be found Yes and they say we're gonna have to pay what's owed We're gonna have to reap from some seed that's been sowed And the birds up on the wires and the telegraph poles They can always fly away from this rain and this cold You can hear them singing out their telegraph code All the way down the telegraph road You know I'd sooner forget but I remember those nights When life was just a bet on a race between the lights You had your head on my shoulder you had your hand in my hair Now you act a little colder like you don't seem to care... But believe in me baby and I'll take you away From out of this darkness and into the day From these rivers of headlights these rivers of rain From the anger that lives on the streets with these names 'cos I've run every red light on memory lane I've seen desperation explode into flames And I don't wanna see it again... From all of these signs saying sorry but we're closed All the way down the telegraph road top Vor einer langen Zeit kam ein Mann auf einem Pfad entlang Er ging dreißig Meilen mit einem Sack auf seinem Rücken Und er legte seine Last nieder, wo er dachte, daß es der beste Ort ist, Er machte eine Heimat in der Wildnis er baute eine Hütte und einen Winter-Laden Und er pflügte den Boden neben dem kalten See-Ufer Und die anderen Reisenden kamen und ritten den Pfad entlang Und sie gingen nie weiter, und sie gingen nie zurück Dann kamen die Kirchen, dann kamen die Schulen Dann kamen die Juristen und dann kamen die Regeln Dann kamen die Züge und die Lastwagen mit ihren Lasten Und der schmutzige alte Pfad war die Telegraphen-Straße Dann kamen die Bergwerke - dann kam das Erz Dann gab es die harten Zeiten, dann war ein Krieg Telegraph sang ein Lied über der Welt da draussen Telegraphen-Straße wurde so tief und so weit Wie ein rollender Fluß... Und mein Radio sagt, heute abend wird es regnen Leute fahren von den Fabriken nach Hause Es gibt sechs Verkehrsspuren Drei Spuren, die sich langsam bewegen... Ich bin gerne zur Arbeit gegangen, aber sie haben sie geschlossen Ich habe ein Recht, zur Arbeit zu gehen aber es gibt keine Arbeit hier zu finden, Ja und sie sagen, daß wir das bezahlen müssen, was geschuldet wird, Wir müssen von irgendeinen Samen ernten, der gesät wurde, Und die Vögel auf den Drähten und den Telegraphen-Stangen Sie können immer von diesem Regen und dieser Kälte wegfliegen Du kannst sie hören, wenn sie ihren Telegraphen-Code singen Den ganzen Weg der Telegraphen-Straße entlang Du weisst, daß ich bald vergesse, aber ich erinnere mich an jene Nächte Als Leben nur eine Wette in einem Rennen zwischen den Lichtern war, Du hattest Deinen Kopf auf meiner Schulter, du hattest deine Hand in meinen Haaren, Jetzt handelst du ein wenig kälter, als ob du dich nicht sorgen würdest... Aber glaube an mich, Baby und ich werde dich wegbringen raus aus dieser Dunkelheit und in den Tag hinein Von diesen Flüssen der Scheinwerfer, diese Flüsse des Regens Von dem Ärger der auf den Straßen mit diesen Namen lebt, weil ich jedes rote Licht auf dem Pfad der Erinnerung angemacht habe, Ich habe Verzweiflung in Flammen explodieren sehen Und ich will es nicht wieder sehen... Von all diesem Schildern, wo 'sorry aber wir haben geschlossen' draufsteht Den ganzen Weg der Telegraphen-Straße entlang top PRIVATE INVESTIGATIONS It's a mystery to me - the game commences For the usual fee - plus expenses Confidential information - it's in a diary This is my investigation - it's not a public inquiry I go checking out the reports - digging up the dirt You get to meet all sorts in this line of work Treachery and treason - there's always an excuse for it And when I find the reason I still can get used to it And what have you got at the end of the day? What have you got to take away? A bottle of whisky and a new set of lies Blinds on the window and a pain behind the eyes Scarred for life - no compensation Private investigations top INDUSTRIAL DISEASE Warning lights are flashing down the Quality Control Somebody threw a spanner and they threw him in the hole There's rumours in the loading bay and anger in the town Somebody blew the whistle and the walls came down There's a meeting in the boardroom they're trying to trace the smell There's leaking in the washroom there's a sneak in personnel Somewhere in the corridors someone was heard to sneeze 'goodness me could it be Industrial Disease?' The caretaker was crucified for sleeping at his post They're refusing to be pacified it's him they blame the most The watchdog's got rabies the foreman's got the fleas And everyone's concerned about Industrial Disease There's panic on the switchboard tongues are ties in knots Some come out in sympathy some come out in spots Some blame the management som blame the employees And everybody knows it's the Industrial Disease The work force is disgusted dows tools and walks Innocence is injured experience just talks Everyone seeks damages and everyone agrees that these are 'classic symptoms of a monetary squeeze' On ITV and BBC they talk about the curse Philosophy is useless theology is worse History boils over there's an economics freeze Sociologists invent words that mean 'Industrial Disease' Doctor Parkinson declared 'I'm not surprised to see you here You've got smokers cough from smoking Brewer's droop from drinking beer I don't know how you came to get the Bette Davis knees But worst of all young man you've got Industrial Disease' He wrote me a prescription he said 'you are depressed But I'm glad you came to see me to get this off your chest Come back and see me later - next patient please Send in another victim of Industrial Disease' I go down to Speaker's Corner I'm thunderstruck They got free speech, tourists, police and trucks Two men say they're Jesus one of them must be wrong There's a protest singer singing a protest song - he says 'they wanna have a war so they can keep us on our knees They wanna have a war so they can keep their factories They wanna have a war to stop us buying Japanese They wanna have a war to stop Industrial Disease They're pointing out the enemy to keep you deaf and blind They wanna sap you energy incarcerate your mind They give you Rule Britannia, gassy beer, page three Two weeks in Espana and Sunday striptease Meanwhile the first Jesus says 'I'd cure it soon Abolish Monday mornings and Friday afternoons' The other one's out on hunger strike he's dying be degrees How come Jesus gets Industrial Disease top LOVE OVER GOLD You walk out on the high wire You're a dancer on thin ice You pay no heed to the danger And less to advice Your footsteps are forbidden But with knowledge of your sin You throw your love to all the strangers And caution to the wind And you go dancing through doorways Just to see what you will find Leaving nothing to interfere With the crazy balance of your mind And when you finally reappear At the place where you came in You've thrown your love to all the strangers And caution to the wind It takes lover over gold And mind over matter To do what you do that you must When the things that you hold Can fall and be shattered Or run through your fingers like dust top IT NEVER RAINS I hear the Seven Deadly Sins And the Terrible Twinds come to call on you The bigger they are babe The harder they fall on you And you you're always the same you persevere On the same old pleasure ground Oh and it never rains around here It just comes pouring down You had no more volunteers So you got profiteers for to help you out With friends like that babe Good friends you had to do without And now they've taken the chains and the gears From off your merry-go-round Oh and it never rains around here It just pouring down And your new Romeo Was just a gigolo when he let you down See the faster they are babe h The faster they get out of town Leaving make up stains and the tears Of a clown Yes and it never rains around here It just comes pouring down Oh you were just a roller coaster memory I don't know why I was even passing through I saw you making a date with Destiny When he came around here asking after you In the shadow of the Wheel Of Fortune You're busy trying to clear your name You say 'I may be guilty yeah that may be true But I'd be lying if I said I was to blame See we could have been major contenders We never got no money no breaks' You've got a list of all the major offenders You got a list of all their major mistakes And he's just standing in the shadows Yes and you smile that come-on smile Oh I can still hear you say as clear as the day 'I'd like to make it worth your while' Ah but it's a sad reminder When your organ grinder has to come to you for rent And all you've got to give him Is the use of your side-show tent Yes and that's all that remains of the years Spent doing the rounds And it never rains around here Well it just comes pouring down Now you know what they say about beggars You can't complain about the rules' You know what they say about beggars You know who's the first to blame his tools You never gave a damn about who you pick up And leave laying bleeding on the ground You screw people over on the way up Because you thought that you were never coming down And he takes you out in Vaudeville Valley With his hand up smothering your screams And he screws you down in Tin Pan Alley In the city of a billion dreams top Kein Menü? 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