This kind of music was just hitting England, so we were getting this following in clubs in Birmingham just cause we were trying to do something different.
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Birmingham
Got a wife, got a family
Earn my livin with my hand
Im a roller in a steel mill
In downtown birmingham
My daddy was a barber
And a most unsightly man
He was born in tuscaloosa
But he died right here in birmingham
Chorus
Birmingham, birmingham
The greatest city in alabam
You can travel cross this entire land
But theres no place like birmingham
Wifes named mary
But shes called marie
We live in a three room house
With a pepper tree
I work all day in the factory
Thats alright with me
Got a big black dog
Whose name is dan
Lives in my backyard in birmingham
He is the meanest dog in alabam
Get em dan
Chorus
song performed by by Randy Newman
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Birmingham Blues
Working on the road across this great big world
Ive been rolling like a stone, I never get back home
Yes, Ive been long-gone
And boy, Ive got the birmingham blues.
Been across the ocean to the south sea isles
Yeah, I travelled to the east and west for mile and miles and miles
And Ive been long-gone
And boy, Ive got the birmingham blues.
Chorus:
Across the world Ive seen
People and places
Could be the same
But with a different name.
I wouldnt change the things I do for anything
But Id just like to hear the message of the streets again
Give me a ticket
Cause boy, Ive got the birmingham blues.
It may be kind of homely but it sure is sweet
Industrial revolution put it on its feet
But its a long, long way
Boy, Ive got the birmingham blues.
Repeat chorus
Ill go and stay awhile and all the folks I meet
Theyll say you wont stay long, you got them travelling feet
Youll soon be long-gone
cos boy, you got the rest of the world blues!
Repeat chorus
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Let It All Be Music
Music is a mirror
Near around my soul
Music is the spirit
Come on let it roll
Music is my nature
People have you heard
Music is my future
Music is the world
Let it all be music
People sing a song
Let it all be music
Let us sing it on and on and on and on
Lets play the music
My kind of music
Lets play the music
Play it on
Lets play the music
My kind of music
Lets play the music
Play it on and on and on
Music isnt somewhere
Music turns you right
Music is a fever
Leads you day and night
Music is like heaven
Where you wanna be
Music is religion
Music sets you free
Let it all be music
People sing a song
Let it all be music
Let us sing it on and on and on and on
Lets play the music
My kind of music
Lets play the music
Play it on
Lets play the music
My kind of music
Lets play the music
Play it on and on and on
Music is tomorrow
Music is today
Music is forever
Music is the way
Music is for women
Music is for men
Music is for children
Sing it all again
Let it all be music
People sing a song
Let it all be music
Let us sing it on and on and on and on
Lets play the music
My kind of music
Lets play the music
Play it on
Lets play the music
My kind of music
Lets play the music
Play it on and on and on
I can feel it, in my soul
I can feel it, in my heart
Sweet sweet sweet music
Music
Sweet sweet sweet music
Sweet music
Play it on
Play it on
My my my my my kind of music
Play it
Play the music
My my my my my kind of music
Play it
I said play it
On and on and on and on
Music
song performed by by Boney M.
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Bus To Birmingham
(Jess Brown/Tony Lane)
She didn't see me see her cryin'
As she sat there by the window
On a southbound Greyhound leavin' town
The hardest thing I've ever done
Was to walk away and let that woman go
'Cause she came close to turnin' me around
Now I know she missed her mama
'Cause that's the kind of life she comes from
Ain't no kind of life I'm ever gonna have
She said she'd call me from the station
But I'll be gone before she gets there
And I'll see her every time I'm lookin' back
Heaven knows I ain't no angel
And I don't always do the right thing
And right now I know that she don't understand
But I'll sleep better knowin'
The only thing I ever loved
Is on that bus to Birmingham
Tonight I'll slip back in the shadows
And I'll sip a glass of whiskey
And I'll try to keep from whisperin' her name
But there's some highways I ain't driven
And there's some towns that I ain't lived in
And there's some times that I can't get out of the rain
And Lord I can't bear to break
Another promise that I made her
So I made out like I wanted her to go
And I'm better off believin'
That she's better off without me
'Cause I don't want her to see me do her wrong
Heaven knows I ain't no angel
And I don't always do the right thing
And right now I know that she don't understand
But I'll sleep better knowin'
The only thing I ever loved
Is on that bus to Birmingham
Heaven knows I don't always to the right thing
And right now I know that she don't understand
But I'll sleep better knowin'
The only thing I ever loved
Is on that bus to Birmingham
song performed by by John Michael Montgomery
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When Jesus Left Birmingham
When jesus left birmingham
All the disciples went crazy
When jesus left birmingham
All the people went completely nuts
They all busted out on a wild night
Riding high on a golden calf
When jesus left birmingham
All the people had themselves a big long laugh
Well my girl, shes a walker
And she can talk herself out of any mess
My girl, she dont pray
But somehow she seems still to be blessed
And when those crazy nights come callin
Man, shell dance on the tables
Like all of the rest
When my girl left birmingham
She was doing what she thought was best
Its all free on the inside
I passed a very uncomfortable feeling last night
Save us right now, we need you...
To hell with all the lies and liars
Recovery, recovery, I dont know about any recovery
Inside, gotta get inside
Inside
I see myself with a rosary
Im in a garden and Im talking to myself
I aint sayin much worth repeating
Just askin for forgiveness and all of his best
When those crazy nights come callin
Man, Im just as human as I can be
When jesus left birmingham
He left it there for you and me
When jesus left birmingham
He left it there for you and me
So let it rock, let it roll
Let the Bible belt come and save my soul
(repeat out.)
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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We'd played for years to half-empty clubs in England.
quote by Phil Collen
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I know there's some kind of history to mountain music-like it came from Ireland or England or Scotland and we kept up the tradition.
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Pro Rege Nostro
WHAT have I done for you,
England, my England?
What is there I would not do,
England, my own?
With your glorious eyes austere,
As the Lord were walking near,
Whispering terrible things and dear
As the Song on your bugles blown, England --
Round the world on your bugles blown!
Where shall the watchful Sun,
England, my England,
Match the master-work you've done,
England, my own?
When shall he rejoice again
Such a breed of mighty men
As come forward, one to ten,
To the Song on your bugles blown, England --
Down the years on your bugles blown?
Ever the faith endures,
England, my England: --
'Take and break us: we are yours,
England, my own!
Life is good, and joy runs high
Between English earth and sky:
Death is death; but we shall die
To the Song on your bugles blown, England --
To the stars on your bugles blown!'
They call you proud and hard,
England, my England:
You with worlds to watch and ward,
England, my own!
You whose mailed hand keeps the keys
Of such teeming destinies,
You could know nor dread nor ease,
Were the Song on your bugles blown, England --
Round the Pit on your bugles blown!
Mother of Ships whose might,
England, my England,
Is the fierce old Sea's delight,
England, my own,
Chosen daughter of the Lord,
Spouse-in-Chief of the ancient Sword,
There's the menace of the Word
In the Song of your bugles blown, England --
Out of heaven on your bugles blown!
poem by William Ernest Henley
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Ripoff
I don't wanna be no traitor to the cause
But England is a luxury - not many can afford
There's people going under - it's getting out of hand
Whatever happened to our - our green and pleasant land?
It turned into a wilderness; it turned into a third world country
Most people ain't getting what they pay for
Some people gettin' more than they should be
I know, I know - I'm an alien - but what are you gonna do
I wanna live in England - but it gets to you
It gets to you, it gets to you, it gets to you
I really don't know why - England's such a ripoff
It's crazy, but it's true
I really don't know why - England wants to rip off you
England wants to rip off you, England wants to rip off you
What do you do when you find out?
Where do you go if you leave?
There's no place like home - that's what they say
And that's what you always believed
Someday you might win the Lottery
Someday you might win the Pools
But that's all you've got - that's all you've got
- to live for, to live for
That's all you've got - that's all you've got -
to live for, to live for (yeah)
To be or not to be - that's the question
Oh what's it gonna be?
I'd love to live in England - but it gets to me
it gets to me, it gets to me, yeah it gets to me
I really don't know why - England's such a ripoff
It's crazy, but it's true
I really don't know why - England wants to rip off you
England wants to rip off you, England wants to rip off you
I really don't know why - England's such a ripoff
It's crazy, but it's true
Oh I really don't know why - England wants to rip off
England wants to rip off , England wants to rip o
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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What Have I Done For You
What have I done for you,
England, my England?
What is there I would not do,
England, my own?
With your glorious eyes austere,
As the Lord were walking near,
Whispering terrible things and dear
As the Song on your bugles blown,
England -
Round the world on your bugles blown!
Where shall the watchful Sun,
England, my England,
Match the master-work you've done,
England, my own?
When shall he rejoice agen
Such a breed of mighty men
As come forward, one to ten,
To the Song on your bugles blown,
England -
Down the years on your bugles blown?
Ever the faith endures,
England, my England:-
'Take and break us: we are yours,
'England, my own!
'Life is good, and joy runs high
'Between English earth and sky:
'Death is death; but we shall die
'To the Song on your bugles blown,
'England -
'To the stars on your bugles blown!
They call you proud and hard,
England, my England:
You with worlds to watch and ward,
England, my own!
You whose mailed hand keeps the keys
Of such teeming destinies
You could know nor dread nor ease
Were the Song on your bugles blown,
England,
Round the Pit on your bugles blown!
Mother of Ships whose might,
England, my England,
Is the fierce old Sea's delight,
England, my own,
Chosen daughter of the Lord,
Spouse-in-Chief of the ancient sword,
There's the menace of the Word
In the Song on your bugles blown,
England -
Out of heaven on your bugles blown!
poem by William Ernest Henley
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It's The Music
Do you hear it
Its the pounding of your heart
The thump of your foot hitting the pavement
Its the rythym
Its the song in your head
That tune your whistling
The jingle on the TV
Its the music
Its the rap kicking with the subs
The rock that show you how to stick it to the man
The blues with that soul
Its the music
What is it
Its the music
The heartbeat of the world
The rythym that brings us together
The only universally understood language
Its the happiness
The sorrow,
The guidance,
The inspiration
Its the music
It lives in us all
Its the music
The power
The Life.
poem by Max Lehrman
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Its The Music
Do you hear it
Its the pounding of your heart
The thump of your foot hitting the pavement
Its the rythym
Its the song in your head
That tune your whistling
The jingle on the TV
Its the music
Its the rap kicking with the subs
The rock that show you how to stick it to the man
The blues with that soul
Its the music
What is it
Its the music
The heartbeat of the world
The rythym that brings us together
The only universally understood language
Its the happiness
The sorrow,
The guidance,
The inspiration
Its the music
It lives in us all
Its the music
The power
The Life.
poem by Max Lehrman
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Its The Music
Do you hear it
Its the pounding of your heart
The thump of your foot hitting the pavement
Its the rythym
Its the song in your head
That tune your whistling
The jingle on the TV
Its the music
Its the rap kicking with the subs
The rock that show you how to stick it to the man
The blues with that soul
Its the music
What is it
Its the music
The heartbeat of the world
The rythym that brings us together
The only universally understood language
Its the happiness
The sorrow,
The guidance,
The inspiration
Its the music
It lives in us all
Its the music
The power
The life
There was interest from clubs in Italy and England, I believe. But I've never been attracted by the way they play in Italy. Staying in Spain was always my preference.
Made In England
Somewhere in a town in england
Lay a babe with a curious smile.
He was of your fathers children.
Born each side of a dry-stone mile.
He grew up through the schools and factories,
Brunels tunnels and bridges bold.
Grey towers built high on that kingdom
With apartments still unsold.
Somewhere in a town in england.
Could be newcastle, leeds or birmingham.
And were you made in
Englands green and pleasant land?
He accepts no unemployment
And is to indeterminate station bred.
Is possessed of skills and reason.
Flies the flag upon his head.
Watches the democratic process
Grind its way through the commons cold,
Filled with fiery infiltrators
Who would pave the streets with englands gold.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Watch MTV and you can see what the music scene is like in England. The Spice Girls? Not a lot of creativity in the commercial area. There are still great musicians in England, but not a lot being heard that much.
quote by Jimmy Carl Black
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Oh England My Lionheart
Oh! england, my lionheart,
Im in your garden, fading fast in your arms.
The soldiers soften, the war is over.
The air raid shelters are blooming clover.
Flapping umbrellas fill the lanes--
My london bridge in rain again.
Oh! england, my lionheart!
Peter pan steals the kids in kensington park.
You read me shakespeare on the rolling thames--
That old river poet that never, ever ends.
Our thumping hearts hold the ravens in,
And keep the tower from tumbling.
Oh! england, my lionheart,
Oh! england, my lionheart,
Oh! england, my lionheart,
I dont want to go.
Oh! england, my lionheart!
Dropped from my black spitfire to my funeral barge.
Give me one kiss in apple-blossom.
Give me one wish, and Id be wassailing
In the orchard, my english rose,
Or with my shepherd, wholl bring me home.
Oh! england, my lionheart,
Oh! england, my lionheart,
Oh! england, my lionheart,
I dont want to go.
Oh! england, my lionheart,
Oh! england, my lionheart,
Oh! england, my lionheart,
I dont want to go.
song performed by by Kate Bush
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Bethlehem In Birmingham
Christmas Eve in Birmingham
It's a long, long way from Bethlehem
Mary and Joe live outside of town
On an old, run-down farm
Mary says, Joe, you'd better get the car
My contractions ain't that far apart
But that Falcon stalled after sixty yards
Out behind the barn
So away to the stables go Mary and Joe
Now, it's not much shelter, but it keeps them from the cold
Mary's hurtin', Joe prays to God for a helping hand
They need a Bethlehem miracle tonight in Birmingham
A kerosene lantern is the only light
Joe says, Mary, don't give up the fight
She's gonna keep pushin' till the baby cries
If it takes her last breath
And as the dawn begins to break
Across the fields, valleys and the lakes
A baby's cry greets the light of day
Merry Christmas and God bless
So away in the stables lay Mary, the baby and Joe
It's not much shelter, but it keeps them from the cold
Mary's cradles her baby, Joe thanks God for the helping hand
There was a Bethlehem miracle last night in Birmingham
A Bethlehem miracle last night in Birmingham
song performed by by Toby Keith
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We then took a shortened version of what we'd been doing in the pubs, with the best gags and things like that, out to cabaret clubs and things in the north of England for six weeks. And we became a big success.
quote by Neil Innes
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Elegy in a Country Churchyard
The men that worked for England
They have their graves at home:
And bees and birds of England
About the cross can roam.
But they that fought for England,
Following a falling star,
Alas, alas for England
They have their graves afar.
And they that rule in England,
In stately conclave met,
Alas, alas for England,
They have no graves as yet.
poem by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
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