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Poverty stricken
But still I’m a-stickin’
To the things I know to be facts
One day it’s feathers
And the next day chicken
While I’m picking my yakety axe.

Everybody says that I never will get far,
Keeping out of work by picking this guitar
Livin’ on a shoe-string,
Putting off things like a shave and a hair cut.

Money don’t matter
As long as I scatter
A little bit of happiness around
If people keep a grinning
I figure I’m a winning
My good old yakety sound

City folks go around turnin’ up their noses and countin’
Their greenbacks and smellin’ their roses
But I wouldn’t trade my yakety axe,
Even for a T-bone

I’m confessin’
I never took a lesson,
All my notes are a matter of guessin’
Hoping they’ll come out in some kinda of manner
That’ll make the yakety sound.

So if you’re in the mood
And your feet start tapping
And you feel laid back
And your hands start clapping
Then I’ll have done
What I wanted to from way back
You’re diggin’ my yakety axe

Now, A Pick



Daca Republica Schmoukiz ar exista, acesta ar fi imnul ei 🙂

Baby, I see this world has made you sad,
Some people can be bad,
The things they do, the things they say…

But, baby, I’ll wipe away those bitter tears,
I’ll chase away those restless fears,
That turn your blue skies into grey.

Why worry?
There should be laughter after the pain,
There should be sunshine after rain,
These things have always been the same,
So, why worry now?

Baby, when I get down, I turn to you,
And you make sense of what I do,
I know it isn’t hard to say.

But, baby, just when this world seems mean and cold,
Our love comes shining red and gold
And all the rest is by the way,

Why worry?
There should be laughter after pain,
There should be sunshine after rain,
These things have always been the same,
So, why worry now ?



You can tell me your troubles
I’ll listen for free
My regulars trust me, it seems
You can come and see Uncle
to get through the week
leave your pledges with me to redeem
Some folk sell their bodies
for ten bob a go
Politicians go pawning their souls
Which doesn’t make me
look too bad, don’t you know
me, with my heart full of holes
All my yesterdays broken
a watch with no face
all battered and old
Bits of the movement
all over the place
and a heart full of holes
A heart full of holes
A heart full of holes

Brass knuckles and banjos
are out on the town
at the knees-up
in Teddy Boys’ Row
The gold block and tackle
tells the time upside down
Rock n’ roll – well, I don’t know
Dead people’s wedding gifts
walk out the door
A clarinet squeals to be free
Accordions hop
from the shelves to the floor –
start playing their polkas to me

There’s a ringing of bells
a dunderhead’s curse
Fingers are pointing at you
And you take work in hell
and be glad it’s not worse
and you get to the back of the queue
Handcuffs and hunting knives
clang on the bars
Air pistols shoot out the lights
I’ve a whole Wailing Wall
of electric guitars
could shatter the windows
down Brick Lane tonight

If one of us dies, love
I think I’ll retire
see my boys and my beautiful girls
A Garden of Eden
no gates or barbed wire
who knows, maybe gates made of pearls
Well, if we go to heaven
and some say we don’t
but if there’s a reckoning day
please God, I’ll see you
and maybe I won’t
I’ve a bag packed to go either way

Redeeming your pledge, dear
I’ll keep it for you
It’s not going to go anywhere
But your soul, your soul
that is not what I do
There’s not a lot I can do there
I remember the officer’s watch
in my hand:
‘Repair it or die’ I was told
It’s a wonder to me –
I still don’t understand
why I ever survived to be old
with a heart full of holes
A heart full of holes
A heart full of holes


 

This didn’t used to be me, old boy
This isn’t what I’d want
pulling old night fighters
in a restaurant
There’s smoke and flames behind me
where the self-respect all went
and I’m behind, behind
with the rent

I’ve been stitched up like a kipper, old son
but I won’t be again
Hell hath no fury
Oh, I’m like a lot of men
Now I’m stalking this old Doris
with lascivious intent
and I’m behind, behind
with the rent

Just a little duck and dive
and a bit of wheel and deal
She’ll remind me I’m alive
She’ll remind me I still feel
Just a little shelling out
for a bit of you-know-what
I know this is all about
something that I never got

Well this crumpet’s past it’s sell-by-date
but they all would qualify
They’re going to be lonely
and be happy to comply
She knows that I’m a chancer
coming on like a gent
but I’m behind, behind
with the rent
Yes, I’m behind, behind
with the rent


 

True love will never fade
True love will never fade
True love will never fade
True love will never fade
True love will never fade

I wonder if there’s no forever
No walking hand in hand
Down a yellow brick road
To never never land
These days I get to where I’m going
Make it there eventually
Follow the trail of breadcrumbs
To where I’m meant to be
To where I’m meant to be

I don’t know what brought you to me
That was up to you
There’s so many come to see me
Who want their own tattoo
I fixed a needle in a holder
Laid my hand upon your spine
And there upon your shoulder
I drew the picture as your sign
When I think about us
I see the picture that we made
The picture to remind us

True love will never fade
True love will never fade
True love will never fade
True love will never fade

I worked the rowdies and daytrippers
Now and then I think of you
Any which way we’re all shufflin’
Forward in the queue
They like to move my operation
They like to get me off the pier
And I dream I’m on a steamer
Pullin’ out of here

When I think about us
I see a picture that we made
The picture to remind us

True love will never fade
True love will never fade
True love will never fade
True love will never fade
True love will never fade
True love will never fade




Here I am again in this mean old town
And youre so far away from me
And where are you when the sun goes down
Youre so far away from me

So far away from me
So far I just cant see
So far away from me
Youre so far away from me

Im tired of being in love and being all alone
When youre so far away from me
Im tired of making out on the telephone
And youre so far away from me

So far away from me
So far I just cant see
So far away from me
Youre so far away from me

I get so tired when I have to explain
When youre so far away from me
See you been in the sun and Ive been in the rain
And youre so far away from me

So far away from me
So far I just cant see
So far away from me
Youre so far away from me

 



You get a shiver in the dark
Its been raining in the park but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You feel all right when you hear that music ring

You step inside but you dont see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Too much competition too many other places
But not too many horns can make that sound
Way on downsouth way on downsouth london town

You check out guitar george he knows all the chords
Mind hes strictly rhythm he doesnt want to make it cry or sing
And an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing

And harry doesnt mind if he doesnt make the scene
Hes got a daytime job hes doing alright
He can play honky tonk just like anything
Saving it up for friday night
With the sultans with the sultans of swing

And a crowd of young boys theyre fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They dont give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It aint what they call rock and roll
And the sultans played creole

And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
thank you goodnight now its time to go home
And he makes it fast with one more thing
we are the sultans of swing

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