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Camden Town Graham McPherson Town I'll meet you by the underground In Camden Town we'll walk there as the sun goes down In Camden Town In Camden Town you can do anything you want to A drunken busker hits the pavement, sending hot-dogs Oranges And Lemons Again Graham McPherson Sweet Gene Vincent, mean old Ronnie Kray The low slung slouch of the bird of prey Trouser pocket boys in unromantic places Cigarettes falling from their sallow faces Lurking in the doorways of every town Cecilia Graham McPherson I'm Only Sleeping Graham McPherson It Ain't No Lie Graham Coxon Wandering 'round Camden Town Feeling like a fishy in a can Boots are scratching lines on shitty ground Had to get some air and so I am I'm walking a tightrope from morning 'til night From my bed to Midnight Kiss Propellers Camden town is where you live 'Cause you're so fuckin' alternative You buy your clothes from charity shops And chew on the straws from lollipops Good Morning Heartache Charles McPherson Let The Good Times Roll JD McPherson Bossy JD McPherson It’s All Over But The Shouting JD McPherson Mother Of Lies JD McPherson New York Shuffle Graham Parker D A Manhattan baby with a sing song voice G D she got her place in the human zoo D A I went to living on the boulevard G A now that the revolution's due G A She said I've been around from town to town Wrapping Paper Graham Parker speak to me, darling You're not a princess, I'm not prince charming Speak with your tongue, use body language And pull your skin like wrapping paper 'round my heart We move around, drag ourselves from town Wrapping Paper (Alternate Take) Graham Parker speak to me, darling You're not a princess, I'm not prince charming Speak with your tongue, use body language And pull your skin like wrapping paper 'round my heart We move around, drag ourselves from town The Heat In Harlem Graham Parker heat of the soul The heat of the soul Down in the heatwave, yeah Down down in the heatwave Down in the heatwave, yeah Down in the heat, heat, yeah Watch the moon come down in the heat down in Harlem town Escape Song Graham Coxon Streets are hard in this old town Love lies broken all around In sorry piles That carry on for miles Stinking places where you go The good people hide below The bloody ground Never to be found Burn It Down Graham Coxon it won't go anymore This motorbike ain't got no wheels anymore This roller coaster ain't no fun anymore This skateboard is burnt and just won't roll anymore The spaceships came and blew away the town They Murdered The Clown Graham Parker The ringmaster looked a bit pasty and down Dying as he was to get out of town The lions and the tigers had gnawed at his feet But the lion tamer's whip hurt much more than their teeth The Giovanni Sisters Pawnbroker Graham Gouldman Adam and Eve It's the oldest game in town Just a one way street To a faded magazine Kiss and tell Money talks - it never lies Kiss and tell Give and take - eye for an eye Fever - the heat of the night White Honey Graham Parker G C You wake up early in the morning G C A-playing on the clarinet G C Whole town down when the man comes around F G And no one pays their rent It's all spent on C F C F C F C F White honey get Mountain Of Regret Graham Coxon in my breast And as I lie me down to rest There's a mountain of regret I turn my back on her true love All my friends and the lord above And my drinking dragged me down To the bars in Cabbage town Graham Hill Chumbawamba Graham Hill For twenty years Graham Hill Risking life and limb Drove the circuits of the world And they said it would kill him "Going so fast is a fine way to win But one crash could make a mockery Big Man On Paper Graham Parker a news cast being broadcast and Try to connect with the events in front of my eyes But I can't see any further than the bills on the table Or my kids first Halloween disguise ooooh Then I drive into town Never Ask Twice Madness It must be love, love, love ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By MCPHERSON, GRAHAM/BARSON, MICHAEL/BEDFORD, MARK Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing This Old Town Paul Weller & Graham Coxon ever let no secret Bleed me dry by the bit of me It's a good job you don't count on me Cause you never see the change I see I never could keep no secret Break a promise and you're free CHORUS: This old town Thank God For The Rain Graham Coxon cause the world won't learn Looks like I'm gonna build my shelter again Such a messed up world we're living in today Thank God for the rain, maybe it'll wash that scum away Streets ain't safe in this town Gold Camden Cox Take Me Back Camden Cox Take Me Back (VIP) Camden Cox Aimee Semple McPherson (Album Version) Pete Seeger "Did you ever hear the story of Aimee McPherson? Aimee McPherson, that wonderful person, She weight a hundred eighty and her hair was red And preached a wicked sermon, so the papers said.