1998 Electric Fire - Roger Taylor

 L.P E.U · Parlophone Records · 7243 4 96724 1 3.

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 C.D U.K - Parlophone Records - 7243 5 96724 0 6.

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Album Lyrics:


Pressure.
(Taylor)

I've got the pressure on

Pressure from above
Pressure from below

I can't think straight
Or even go with the flow
I've got the pressure on

Analysts here, therapists there
You ain't getting me sitting in your chair
I've got the pressure on

The price is right, not open to debate
Besides I'm worried about my weight
I've got the pressure on

It's a signal, it's a sign
It's a symptom of the time
It's a warning, it's a gauge
It's a feature of the age

Politics, schmolitics
I'm developing tics, clean out of tricks
Like a skin flick, just a little slick
So where's the kick?
Aah aah
I've got the pressure on

I think about you, I think about me
We grew up but we don't feel free
Is this where we wanted to be
It's not you - it's gotta be me

It's a signal, it's a sign
It's a symptom of the time
It's a warning, it's a gauge
It's a feature of the age

I got the pressure on
I got the pressure on
I got the pressure on me


A Nation Of Haircuts.
(Taylor)

God help us all we're a nation of haircuts
How can you ever stand tall in a nation of haircuts
We don't make ships and we don't make cars
But we look real good hangin' out in bars

You better never grow old in a nation of haircuts
Or you'll be out in the cold in a nation of haircuts
No point of view in a nation of haircuts
Fashion rules in a nation of haircuts

Check your shoes
Check your hair
Last weeks thing - oh dear

But we salute you
All you groovy dudes
Yeah we salute you
You're so fucking cool

Check your threads, check your cred but you better not smile
Don't move too quick, you might spoil your hairstyle
No point of view in a nation of haircuts
Fashion rules in a nation of haircuts

Check your shoes
Check your hair
Looking good - yeah

But we salute you
All you groovy dudes
Yeah we salute you
You're so fucking cool

You gotta drink the right drink in a nation of haircuts
You better watch what you think in a nation of haircuts
No point of view in a nation of haircuts
Fashion rules in a nation of haircuts

A nation of haircuts

(Mine's a saucer of cream).


Believe In Yourself.
(Taylor)

I used to think I was a loser
And all I did was bound to fail
To be a shaker and a mover
Keep the bad guys off your tail

Everybody wanna get to the top of the heap sometime
Everybody wanna climb to the top of the hill sometime
Everybody gotta take a little piece of the heat sometime
Everybody gotta stand on their own two feet sometime

I mean you, and I mean you
I mean you, and I mean you
Believe in yourself, and nobody else

Everybody wants a shot at a lick of the cream sometime
Everybody wanna go, make a bit of a show sometime
Everybody need a chance, tap into the flow sometime
Everybody wanna trip, get a crack of the whip sometime

I mean you, and I mean you
I mean you, and I mean you
Believe in yourself, and nobody else

People with problems
People on streets
People down your way
People you meet
(Here follows a rather odd list).


Surrender.
(Taylor/Yoshiki)

Same cycle happen every day
Same characters same play
My game plan's become clear
Gotta find a way out of here
There ain't no place to run
No welcome mat in my home
No love here, no life
He want a punchbag, not a wife

You can't hurt me now
You can't hurt me now
You can't hurt me now, I'm gone from you

You can't hurt me now
You can't hurt me now
You can't reach me where I've gone to

I surrender
I surrender

No hope left, just pain
Whiskey on his breath, violence in his brain
Scared kids, with scarred minds
Surrender reason, love is blind
Surrender life, surrender love
Surrender belief in God above
Surrender hope, bow down to fear
Surrender life, there ain't much here

You can't hurt me now
You can't hurt me now
You can't hurt me now, I'm gone from you

You can't hurt me now
You can't hurt me now
You can't reach me where I've gone to

I surrender
I surrender
I surrender
I surrender

You can't reach me, you can't reach me
You can't reach me, you can't reach me

I surrender
You can't hurt me, You can't hurt me
I surrender
I surrender
I surrender.


People On Streets.
(Taylor)

I said hey Michael Jackson and the politicians
You wanna get out on the street and see what you can do
I said hey Mr President and senators too
I said Mr Prime Minister it's good for you
I said all the Queen's women and all the Queen's men
Better get it together 'cos it's real broken
I said a whatta you need is a lesson in reality
Because the way it stands you're a real liability

Get out and meet, people on streets
Get out and meet, people on streets
You know and I know we're brothers in time
You know the truth is the right of mankind

I said hey all you music stars and DJ's too
You'd better get real quick or it's up to you
And you quiz show hosts who think you're so fine
You talk to people like they're stupid and a waste of your time

And all you movie stars who think you're so cool
Maybe your time is up and it's time for the truth
There's a lot of lessons needed in humility
Because the way it stands you're a real liability

Get out and meet, people on streets
Get out and meet, people on streets
You know and I know we're brothers in time
You know that justice is for all mankind

I said hey Madonna and Roseanne Barr
Well you think that you're big (you're too big by far)
If you think that you're important in the scheme of things
You'd better get real quick 'cos reality stinks
I said hey Ayatollah you're a real big cheese
However much you talk it's just words in the breeze
If you're one of the people can't you prove it's true
Get out on the street and let reality come to you

Get out and meet, people on streets
Get out and meet, people on streets
You know and I know we're brothers in time
You know that justice is for all mankind

Get out and meet, people on streets.


The Whisperers.
(Taylor, Nicholas Evans)

Between men, between horses, there is mistrust and fear
And it's only got deeper with the passing of years
We know this from paintings, we know this from books
Some men had real magic, while others just talked

There were gypsies and showmen and carlatan shamans
There were men who could softly whisper the devils away
John Solomon Rary tamed a horse of the Queen
Laid it down on the ground
Then he laid down beside it and put his head on it's hooves
You can imagine the scene

For secrets uttered softly into pricked and troubled ears
These men were known as whisperers
These men were known as whisperers

An Indian charm bought for the price of a meal
Was the scret of Sullivan that died with him for real?
We know this from paintings, we know this from books
Some men had real magic, while others just talked

For secrets uttered softly to soothe all troubled fears
These men were known as whisperers
These men were known as whisperers

For secrets uttered softly to soothe all troubled fears
These men were known as whisperers
For secrets uttered softly into pricked and troubled ears
These men were known as whisperers

These men were known as whisperers.


Is It Me?
(Taylor)

So lonely
I'm so lonely, is it me?
Or is it you?
And I feel
And I feel
And I feel
So lonely
Only lonely
Without you

How many times must I sit by the phone
Must I feel so alone, must I stay in at home
I feel lonely

How many times can we patch up a fight
Can we stay at home at night, try to keep out of sight
I feel blue

How many times can we drive ourselves mad
End up feeling sad with a love turning bad
I'm so lonely
Only lonely

And I feel
And I feel
And I feel
So lonely
Only lonely
Is it me?
Or is it you?

And I feel
And I feel
And I feel
So lonely
Only lonely
Without you

How many tears must we cry in the night
Must we needlessly fight
Can't see no light
There's no hope left

How many pleas does it take to appease
When you're down on your knees
Seems that nothing can please
So hopeless

How many storms can the two of us take
When there's so much at stake
Something must break
No rope left
A hopeless home left
Without you

And I feel
And I feel
And I feel
So lonely
Only lonely
Is it me?
Or is it you?


No More Fun.
(Taylor)

From the 'stairway to heaven' to 'the laughing gnome'
It's a mighty long way down rock and roll
We got no more, no more fun

Age before beauty, pearls before swine
And whatever happened to the wild, wild, times?
From the Memphis God to the Liverpool boys
Then the guitar kings made a lot of noise

We got no more, no more fun
No more fun
We got no more, no more fun
No more fun

I said age before beauty, pearls before swine
And whatever happened to the wild, wild, times?

Then they were dressing like hookers
They were dressign like queens
It had nothign to do with New Orleans
We got no more, no more fun
No more fun
We got no more, no more fun
No more fun

It don't seem like fun and it ain't necessary
Never wanted to be no shorthand secretary
Now they're punching their keyboards, kiss their machines
It ain't got much soul and it's squeaky clean

We got no more, no more fun
No more fun
No more fun
No more fun.


Tonight.
(Taylor)

Tonight, we're painting this town red
Tonight, we legislate on blue
Tonight, we paint your mother green
Act our all our dreams, and we'll celebrate - me and you
Yeah we'll celebrate - me and you

Tonight, with all things possible
Tonight, we'll fly beyond all cares
Tonight, we'll tear down all the walls, ride down waterfalls
And we'll celebrate - me and you
Celebrate - me and you
Across the skies, into the void, we'll disappear

Celebrate - me and you
Yeah we'll celebrate - me and you

Tonight, we're drinking this town dry
Tonight, we'll see the tables turned
Tonight, we'll see our bridges burned
Tonight, we're painting this town red
Tonight, we'll see the tables turned
Tonight, we're painting this town red

Tonight.


Where Are You Now?
(Taylor)

Don't have much education
Not much anyhow
Just believed what they told me
And oohee, look at me now

There must be more to life than this bum deal
Some direction somehow
Some kind of a reason
Yeah I wanna know

Tell me where are you now?
Tell me where are you now?

Don't have too much of religion
Not much anyhow
Don't have much to look up to
We killed all your sacred cows
Just trying to file a flight plan
Need some direction, need it now
Some kind of a reason
Yeah I wanna know

Tell me where are you now (that we need you) ?
Tell me where are you now?

You don't have to be, you don't have to seem
You don;t have to scream, for any big deal (for yourself)
You don't have to bleed, you don't have to believe
You don't have to pretend to know what's right, or what's real

Tell me where are you now (we need you) ?
Where are you now?
Tell me where are you now?
Tell me where are you now (that we need you) ?


Working Class Hero.
(John Lennon)

As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of at all
Until the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

Well they hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
'Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function - you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still fuckign peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
Yes, a working class hero is something to be

If you want to be a hero then just follow me
If you want to be a hero then just follow me.


London Town - C'mon Down.
(Taylor)

We got it down, we got it down
We got it down, in London Town

Dig this and dig that
Dig the thin and dig the fat
Dig the boys and dig the girls
Dig the straights and dig the curls
Dig the future, dig the past
Dig the audience and cast
Dig the sights, dig the sounds
Yeah - dig this London town
C'mon down
To London Town

C'mon down to London Town

Electric light surrounding me
Feel the electricity
Feelin' up - getting higher
Feed on my electric fire
If you wanna get up, you gotta go down
Get your fix on London Town
C'mon down
To London Town
C'mon down to London Town
C'mon down to London Town
C'mon down.

Liner notes:

Produced by Joshua J. Macrae and Roger Taylor.
Engineered by Joshua J. Macrae.
Assisted by Dean S. Crathern.
Recorded at Cosford Mill Studios - Surrey.
Mastered by Kevin Metcalfe at The Sound Masters

Special thanks to:
Deborah - for being there the last 11 years
Jim Beach
Gerry Stickells
Josh, Deano, Martin Groves - my right fist hand,
Sally Gallagher,
Tracey & Edwin, Lynne, Chris, John & Dougal, Palmerino,
Melanie, Lloyd Slade & Alan in Cornwall,
Bill Bayley and the crew!
Felix, Rory, Rufus Tiger and Tigerlily.

Treana Morris appears courtesy of All American Music
Group and Showcase Management International.

Photograph of Rufus Tiger by Bob Geldof - thanks mate,
Original silkscreen and oil on canvas of "Two-bar electric
fire no. 1" by Tim Mara.
Photograph of Roger Taylor by Jim Marks.
Cover design by Roger Taylor and Richard Gray.
Assisted by Simon Pool.

Fan Club: The Old Bakehouse, 16a Barnes High Street,
London SW13 9LW

I THANK YOU - AND GOOD NIGHT

And now I really must go
and take a peake at my mervyns!

2013 Remaster from The Lot
Remastered by Kevin Metcalfe at The Soundmasters, London.
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